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I am a yandere blog, which means I post DARK CONTENT – read at your own risk
Me :P
My name is Shark
Pronouns are they/them
What I write
I only write character x reader fanfiction and smut
I write any gendered character (male, female, nonbinary, etc)
I try to keep everything gender neutral since I myself am nonbinary, but I'll only write afab readers (unless I'm feeling silly :3) since that's what I am and what I'm familiar with!
My writing is body inclusive and will probably be mainly targeted towards fat readers because we need more rep <333
Fandoms
Batfam
COD
Arcane
Harry Potter
Mayhaps BNHA (I haven't been in that fandom in forever but still love the smut fics LMAO)
And my own OCs/types of characters becuz that's fun :pp
He craves the feeling of your tongue rolling up the underside of his cock. The gummy inside of your cheeks rubbing against his shaft. His tip nudging your throat. He grips at your hair, eyes shut tight as tears, spit, and pre slide down his thighs.
His grips tightens. He grits and bares his teeth. God he fucking hates you. Hates that even the slightest graze of your skin against his own send him fucking insane. Clutching his dick and whimpering. Whining. Begging for you. Hates that all he has is his palm to satisfy this aching pain in his bones.
It keeps him up at night. Skin ablaze and damp, and all he can do is let out frustrated sobs through teeth as his hand trails down to his boxers. Maybe if he jerks off enough you’ll finally leave his mind. But God knows he’s cursed to be consumed whole by your existence. Maybe dropping to his knees in the middle of his room, thrusting desperately into his hand, he’ll be bereaved of his sins. Maybe you are god. Maybe you’ve been sent to sanctify him.
So please, dear god, won’t you bless him in his unwavering veneration?
Actually going a little bit insane watching the Black Mirror spin off, Bandersnatch, so enjoy :P. While I’m using actually characters’ names this is gonna be sooo ooc, but it doesn’t matter bcuz there’s no audience for this anyways 😭😭
Mild spoilers for Bandersnatch!!!
Tried to make reader gn, but some of the tension is created by the fact that reader is afab, some references of reader being seen as a girl
Down the Hole
Tags: yandere Colin Ritman x reader, yander Stefan Butler x reader, sexism, gn reader but references towards reader being afab, inaccurate representations of the 80's 😔, only exposition rn
Part one
In the 80’s the gaming sphere was mainly populated by men, so it was nearly impossible for you to find anyone tolerable that shared your interests. If you did manage to join some sort of club, there was less talk of gaming and more disgusting and perverse questions hurled at you. Due to the unwelcoming nature of the gaming field, you simply opted to enjoy video games by yourself.
Coding and producing your own game was something nearly everybody dreamed of – I mean, who wouldn’t want to dip their toes into this new technology. Playing PAC-Man and Tetris (and whatever other Nintendo and Atari games you managed to cough up the money for) led you to craving more. Something new. And what was better than making it yourself? Sadly, not having any peers to discuss the creation process with made even the thought less appealing. Whenever you walked past the computer room on your way out of school (not like any clubs interested you in staying later than you need to, and the one that did were a lost cause) you’d see screens filled with code. It fascinated you. You couldn’t help but resent the boys that were able to assist one another in their journey. You’d never have something like that. The only helping hand you had were books from the library and random pamphlets littering your school halls.
When the days seemed perilous and your inspiration was sapped, you found yourself drawn to the infamous games of Colin Ritman. He was a genius, regularly pumping out innovative and addictive games. With each passing week you slowly left PAC-Man behind and filled your shelves with Colin's pieces of work. Soon, in your waking hours all did was work on your computer or play one of Colin's games. His recent release, Nohzdyve, particularly caught your attention. God, it almost reminded yourself of your own life at this point. You rarely ate, barely slept, and hell—you haven't even taken a step outside of your house in a month. Or-? Has it been a month? More? Less? You were falling. Falling down an infinite expanse of nothing. Completing meaningless tasks that never lead you to a fucking end.
You had to go outside. You weren't going to let a stupid dream project be the death of you. You raced to grab a hoodie that didn’t smell horrendous—when was the last time you did your laundry?? Your feet moved almost too quick beneath you, like if you didn’t make it out the door fast enough you’d be stuck in that’s fucking house forever.
A cool breeze hit your face as you crashed through your front door. It stopped you in your tracks. When’s the last time you breathed fresh air? God, it was wonderful. You continued forward at a leisurely pace, too caught up in your own thoughts to remember locking your door. Not like you knew where your keys were anyways.
Birds sang around you, the sun peeked out of fluffy clouds in a sea of blue, the grass was crisp and green- wait- since when was it summer? Has it really been that long?
Your string of panicked thoughts were cut short when a vibrant poster had caught your eye. Looking around you realized you’d managed to walk all the way downtown, advertisements for job openings and upcoming events plastered on every empty space available. But that poster, two words in specific silenced your brain—Colin Ritman.
It was a competition for aspiring game develops and designers, and in big bold letters it read: “COULD YOU BE THE NEXT BIG HIT WITH YOUR NAME NEXT TO THE COLIN RITMAN?”
It wasn’t even that interesting, not that great of a design. Shit, Tuckersoft wasn’t even that popular of a company. It was small and slowly building its reputation. Hell, you bet you’re the only person all day to even give the poster a glance. Your eyes traced over the details at the bottom in small text, thankfully you didn’t need a complete game—just an idea and see if it sticks. Could you be the next hit? I mean, Colin only has a niche following, you have a chance, right?
Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you tore the poster off the brick wall and turned to make your way back home, tucking the paper into you hoodie pocket. How were you gonna have a chance if other people were interested? Plus, you need the info any way and don’t have that great of a memory. What’s one less ad gonna do?
Your nose scrunched as you got a whiff of yourself after a particularly strong breeze, you have some cleaning up to do before you even think about leaving the house again.
Ahhhh!!! How the fuck do you write exposition??? And omg, my first series ever??? I’m so fucking scared??? Sorry there’s no yandere yet :( trying to get something out to hold me accountable and keep my writing! Stayed tuned for more parts :333
Okay guys. Do I make two different long fics of two yanderes in the same fandom with a similar story or make one super long fic with BOTH of the yanderes together. I physically cannot choose omg 😔😔
I’m currently working on a pretty long fic (and mayhaps two) for literally the most embarrassing fandom ever. I don’t think the fics will be too lore heavy, but if you want some extra understanding watch/play (and you guys would never guess this) Bandersnatch on Netflix. It’s a spin off show in the Black Mirror series and it’s a huuuuge choose your own adventure. Or don’t play it because the characters I’m writing will most likely be hella out of character. Anyways, thanks for the wait and hope y’all enjoy it when it comes out
hi sorry to be fucked up and evil but the guy from and i wake saying your name is so miserable that im getting married to him now. i wanna bite him and shake him like a chew toy. i wanna study him like a bug. ok bye 🫶
Ahhhh ty so much for the love!!! And dw, being fucked and evil is my passion :33
I’m just such a fan of pathetic yanderes ughhhh. And imagining one that’s so delusional and won’t stop at anything to get what he wants??? And gaslighting you whenever you try to argue or get away??? Like, what do you mean you don’t want to love this man and relieve him of all of his sins? You’ve already lived your life with all your pleasures and joys, stop being selfish.
He’ll just sit in front of you with a blank face repeating in a calm voice (almost matter of fact, like all of this obvious??) how you’re a good, kind person. So act like one. Stop acting like a bitch. Won’t you help the helpless like the all holy god you are?
Maybe sometimes he’ll lose his temper. All the nagging like another nail hammered into his brain– he has no choice but to snap. His palm flashes through the air as the sharp sound of impact bounces off the walls. It sounds like the crack of a whip. You hear it before you feel it. Heat blooming across your cheek as he crumbles into you. Head wedging into your lap and sobbing against your stomach, whimpering out apologies like a prayer. im sorry im sorry im sorry. You can feel your clothes quickly dampening with his tears. How could you blame such a poor thing like him? You pushed him to the edge. It’s your fault. Maybe he’ll forgive you if you cradle his head in your hands and gives him lots of kisses. And if you want to get off completely scott free you should just let his hands wander and his tongue explore.
What happened to body mutilation in yandere fics. A fic used to never be over if you didn’t get your bones smashed to pieces, your legs cut off, or your tongue carved out. Matter of fact, yanderes don’t even be killing anymore 😭😭 While yes I love a casual obsession, what happened to the spice??? The horror??? I promise I will feed those starving with me 🙏🙏
Tags: yandere x reader, religious themes, stalking, implied kidnapping, pathetic yandere, worshiper yandere, gn reader
Inspired by Calcutta by Sleep Token :P
God, just the way you breathe fills him with pleasure. White and hot. The depths of your eyes. The flush of your cheek. The warmth of your flesh. He aches for it all. It burns when he’s without you. Twisting and turning in bed, sheets damp with sweat. Skin feverish and practically boiling, but he feels so fucking freezing. He needs your body to envelope him in your infinite heat. Loose himself in your visera, crawl through the velvet layers of your muscles. Wedge his way in between joints and tangle himself in your veins.
He needs you. Craves you like a drug, body killing itself when he can’t touch you. Can’t see you. Every day all he can do is watch you. Live a life he’s never had. You have others. Friends. Family. All he has is you. It floods his senses with envy. He feels disgusting. Worthless. Pathetic. He grovels on his bedroom floor, knees digging into the carpet as pain stabs his heart over and over and over. His fingers weave through his hair and clutch his head, he needs you. God, he fucking needs you. You’re all he fucking has. You won’t mind will you? You shouldn’t. You already have tasted everything. Life with love. Don’t be greedy. Be the selfless, kind person you are. Won’t you let this poor soul have this one. fucking. thing?
Won’t you wrap your arms around him? And welcome him in? And show him all the love that’s he’s never felt? Won’t you? Why fucking won’t you?
He’s sobbing. Blubbering and incoherent. On his knees in front of you and clinging to you like he’s in prayer. Like he’s in front of his God. Begging for forgiveness. For redemption. To be cleansed. Why won’t you get that look of fear off your face. Those eyes wide and quickened breath. Don’t you understand? He loves you. Why are you acting like he’s going to hurt you? Like you should be scared of him?
His teeth gnaw at the flesh of your thigh as he begs and trips over his words. Please please please please please-
Just let him worship you. Let him find salvation in your touch. Your taste is holy on his tongue. He can’t help but lick you like a dog. He knows that he’s not worthy. But can’t he be selfish this once? Have this one fucking thing? Please?
Imagining a desperate yandere who just can’t keep his hands off you….
Tags: yandere x reader, fingering, soft, gentle, dumbification, noncon, gn neutral reader, afab reader
He's plunging his thick fingers deep into your cunt, achingly slow. Other hand holding your face against his heart while you lay your back on his naked chest. His breath shaky as he watches his digits disappear past your folds, your juices forming a puddle beneath you.
The soft touches leaving you weak and shaky, unable to exert any more energy than a feeble push at his arm, nothing compared to the layers of muscle lining his body. Feeling the slow pumping, in, out, in, out - infinite and soooo fucking slow. Whining as drool slips down the corner of your mouth.
He cradles your face with his unoccupied hand, eyes drowning in your own. He leans in and messily licks up your spit, tongue flat against your face as his heavy breath hits your feverish flesh. You can’t even shake your head ‘no’ as he slobbers all over your cheek, his palm keeping you firm in place. Keeping you there for hours. Lazily fingering you until your brain melts out your pussy.
First like actual post on this account holy shit 😓
