#yandere boy

[xbeckittyx]

[muttpoetry]

"match my freak" match my devotion match my loyalty match my love match my yearning match my ache match my obsession match my need for you

[skyamajor]

yandere duke x witch reader (PART 1)

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Synopsis: You’re a witch known for making love potions. They're fake. The reviews are real. Your track record? Immaculate. Until a duke walks in, covered in blood, and demands you reverse the spell you cast on him. You didn't cast anything. He doesn't care. And now you live in his mansion.

Love Potion or Love at First Sight?

"Are you sure this is it?"

"Yes yes! This is the love potion. Now pay up or leave because I have other customers to attend to!"

You groan at the woman hesitating in front of you, wasting your time.

You're an infamous witch known in the black market for selling all types of spells and potions for a hefty sum.

Your most popular item? The love potion.

Which is actually just… an aphrodisiac.

But after selling 170 potions? You've only ever received positive reviews. All from noblewomen, lovestruck and happy with the results.

What can you say? You've always known men to be lustful creatures, barren from emotions. After selling a 170 with zero bad reviews? Your ideology is proven correct.

"Are you sure it works?" the woman whispers.

"100% customer satisfaction guaranteed!"

She still looks nervous.

"And if it doesn't work, you can come back and I'll give double your money back as refund."

The woman nods, pays with a pouch of gold coins, then leaves.

Another positive review, you think to yourself confidently, already marking this as your 171st success.

…

You just didn’t expect your first bad review to appear right in front of your face.

The door slams open.

A man stands in your doorway. With black hair and red eyes; blood plastered across his face, clothes, and most importantly his sword.

"So," The bloody man starts, one hand going up to wipe some blood off his face. “You're the witch selling cheap love elixirs all over the market?”

You don’t answer, your hand sliding toward the defense charm under your counter instead.

Because this wasn’t just any man, this was the war-crazed duke feared by all of society.

"You better pay for this."

…Guess you'll be closing the shop for a while.

And… you've been working at his mansion ever since.

Tasked with reversing whatever spell you supposedly casted on him. Despite all your protests, swearing up and down that you never did anything.

He doesn't believe you.

He won't believe you.

Because how else do you explain what he felt when he walked into your shop? That made his sword hand waver and his heart stutter, and his threats turn into something softer?

Obviously, you’ve cursed him. There was no need to investigate this any further, nor did he feel the need to tell you about all these symptoms.

So now you're stuck in a massive estate with a madman who thinks you cursed him, brewing antidote after antidote, watching nothing work.

You could only curse that woman, muttering bitter insults under your breath.

The one who bought the potion and slipped it to him. The one who left you with this mess and then promptly left this world, if the blood on his sword was any indication.

Damn her.

What the hell did she see in this man anyway?

Because here's the thing you're learning, piece by piece. The duke? He's not just some nobleman. He's the nobleman. The one everyone whispers about, who keeps a dungeon beneath the east wing and a graveyard in the west garden. (Allegedly.)

The madman of high society.

If only you'd known he was the target that woman was after, you would've never sold her that potion. Never agreed to the commission or opened your stupid mouth about the satisfaction guarantee!!

But you didn't know.

And now you're stuck with the aftermath…

At first, the madman kept you confined to a workspace somewhere within the mansion.

Close enough to monitor. Far enough to ignore.

Then, he started calling for you more often. Checking on your progress. Standing just a little too close while you worked. Watching you with scrutinizing red eyes.

And then, he started sticking around you 24/7, following you from room to room like some clingy puppy who couldn't bear for you to leave his sight.

Even that wasn’t enough. At some point, you stopped being assigned a room at all.

Wherever he was… that became your workspace.

You’d turn around and he’d be there.

In the doorway. Behind you. Leaning against the wall like he’d been there the whole time.

Like he had nowhere else to be. Don’t dukes have better things to do? Go tend to your paperwork or something!!

Through it all, he's never kind. Still angry, demanding, and barking orders about reversing the damn spell.

But he never hurts you.

His threats are loud. And his hands are rough, just like his voice that could shatter glass.

But you've started to notice something.

He always stops. It’s all bark but no bite…

And it becomes a routine.

You work. He watches. You brew. He hovers. You try to leave. He blocks the door.

At some point, he has you working in his bedroom.

No, like, actually. He stooped to this level of stupidity, needing allowing you to stay in his chambers at night.

He's sleeping on the bed and you have to sit beside him. On the floor. With your books and your herbs and your constantly dying patience.

You don't know when this became normal.

You hate that it feels normal.

Tonight, you try to get up.

His hand immediately shoots out to grab your wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You don't flinch anymore. The first few times, you did. Now? You just sigh.

"I'm trying to study for a reverse spell. Or a cure. For you, remember?"

"Stay."

His voice is flat. Unreasonable. Like he's not even considering the possibility of you leaving.

"I can't work if I'm stuck by your side, Your Grace."

"Leave and I'll rip your throat out."

You've heard this before. It had you frozen and crying the first few times, but then you realized…

He never follows through.

Not with you.

"Your Grace," you say, calm as anything, "you can't do that. Who will reverse your spell if not the caster?"

His jaw tightens, though the grip on your wrist doesn't loosen.

But he knows you're right.

He's quiet for a long moment, thinking. And you can see the exact second he shifts tactics.

"Then I'll slit the throats of all the guards outside who allow you to leave this room."

"…I'm sat."

You sit back down on the floor. Head leaning against the bed where his hand lingers limbly. Sometimes brushing your hair unconsciously, like it was to make sure you were still there.

And you work on the spell in his chambers all night long. Barely getting a blink of sleep.

He, on the other hand?

Dead to the world.

The madman who threatened to rip your throat out twenty minutes ago is now curled up on his ridiculous silk sheets, snoring softly.

His face is slack and peaceful. Innocent in a way that makes you want to throw a pillow at his head.

You've noticed this before. The way his eyes get heavy when you're nearby, how his shoulders drop when you enter the room. And the way his threats get lazier the longer you stay.

At first, you thought it was the potion's side effects.

Now you're starting to think he just… can't sleep without you.

Which is not your problem. You didn't sign up to be a nobleman's sleeping charm. You're a witch. A busy one! One who is currently being held against her will in a mansion that smells too much like old money and fresh blood.

And yet… Here you are, watching him sleep.

Because if you move, he wakes up. And if he wakes up, he gets grumpy. And if he gets grumpy, he threatens to kill someone.

Usually the guards.

You've started to feel kind of bad for the guards.

"I hope you wake up with a stiff neck," you mutter, dipping your quill in ink. "I hope you stub your toes when you wake up. I hope your breakfast is cold and your tea is bitter and your horse steps on your foot."

His lips curl up softly. Like you're singing him a lullaby.

Your quill scratches to a halt.

"…I hope you dream about spiders," you try, weaker this time.

His smile deepens.

He doesn't wake up. He just… rests. Still peaceful and content. Like your curses are the sweetest words he's ever heard.

You stare at him.

Then you look down at your notes, page full of failed antidotes and useless counter-spells. A truth you’ve been avoiding for a while manifests to the surface of your mind once again.

Nothing is wrong with him.

The potion didn't work.

He's just like this.

You set down the quill to press your palms to your eyes.

And wonder, for the thousandth time, what in the hell you did to deserve this.

Maybe its time you suggest a psychiatrist.

Little did both of you know.

The potion didn't work on him.

It never could have. Years of assassination attempts had made his body resistant to poisons, potions, drugs… Basically anything ingested.

The drink that woman slipped him? It passed through his system like water. Barely a flicker of discomfort, a vague pulling in his chest that he dismissed as irritation.

He came to your shop that day ready to kill the witch who made it.

Not because the potion had affected him. But because he was annoyed.

Someone had tried to enchant him. Someone had failed. And he wanted to make an example of the person responsible.

Until he saw you.

And something in his chest pulled again.

Not the potion, that was already gone.

Something else he didn’t have a name for.

He still doesn't have a name for it. He calls it a curse. A spell. Your fault.

…

It's not.

He was just love-struck at first sight.

And he's been falling harder and harder with each day that passes.

Deep in his sleep, one thought surfaces in his mind.

He’s never letting you go.

[cieledheart]

[angelicdev0tion]

"you attract what you fear"

ohhh noooo mutual obsession..oh noo a clingy, obsessive and devoted partner..I'm so scared..

[maltes3]

Yandere!Merman x Surfer!Reader

Yandere!Merman didn't start off by pulling you under. Instead, he chose a slow, agonizingly patient courtship that took months to build. At first, he was just a mysterious silhouette swimming alongside your board out past the break. You’d catch flashes of shimmering teal scales under the water, or see a pale, webbed hand casually gripping the edge of your surfboard when you weren't looking. He wanted you to get used to his presence, turning himself into a regular part of your daily surf routine.

The gap finally closed when he realized you weren't afraid of him. he started popping his head completely out of the water right next to your board, his long, dark hair plastered to his face and his slitted, bioluminescent eyes blinking up at you. You’d just sit cross-legged on your surfboard, drifting on the gentle swells, completely mesmerized as this beautiful, dangerous creature rested his chin on the nose of your board like a curious seal, clicking and purring softly whenever you spoke to them.

Yandere!Merman became completely obsessed with "providing" for you, though his understanding of human logic was incredibly warped. he noticed that you spent hours out on the water without eating, so he decided it was his job to feed you. he would disappear beneath the waves with a powerful flick of his tail, leaving you waiting on your board, only to burst through the surface a few minutes later holding a completely raw, wriggling deep-sea fish in his claws, proudly offering it to you with a wide, fanged grin.

When you laughed and shook your head, trying to explain through gestures that you couldn't eat raw, moving fish, he didn't get discouraged. he just swam closer, floating on his back right next to your board, and began meticulously cleaning the fish with his sharp claws, trying to hand-feed you the raw pieces himself. He would pout, letting out a low, disappointed click from his throat whenever you gently pushed his hand away, utterly confused as to why his favorite human was refusing his hard-earned hunting trophies.

Yandere!Merman gift-giving got a lot more creative when he started raiding sunken trade ships and coastal orchards that dipped over the cliffs. One afternoon, he swam up to your board with his webbed hands overflowing with weirdly preserved, salty pears that had fallen into a nearby cove. He pushed them onto your lap, watching with absolute, unblinking intensity as you took a bite of one. The second he saw your jaw move and realized you were actually eating his gift, his gills flared with excitement, and he let out a loud, euphoric trill that vibrated right through the fiberglass of your board.

You became entirely addicted to this secret routine. You started spending less time actually catching waves and more time just sitting out past the breaker, staring down into the clear blue water, waiting for his shadow to appear. And he loved every second of it. He loved watching you watch him. Every time he dove back down into the reef, he would purposefully swim in elegant, showy loops right beneath your board, flaunting his massive, powerful tail just to keep your eyes locked entirely on him.

Yandere!Merman weaponized this sweet, domestic routine to slowly erode your attachment to the land. While you thought you were just making a unique marine friend, he was tracking your schedule, learning your scent, and making you entirely dependent on his daily visits for excitement. He’s currently letting you stay on top of your board, completely satisfied with hand-feeding you fruits and preening under your attention. Still, his possessive instinct is just waiting for the perfect, stormy day to permanently bring his favorite surfer down into his world for good.

[running-with-kn1ves]

YANTOBER DAY 15 - OVERSTIMULATION

Synopsis: Your symbiote has slowly learned what life is like for you as a human. It’s sensed a hormonal change in you, a shift known as ovulation; and to your surprise, it catches on fast to your 'needs.'

Warnings: Double penetration, overstimulation, ovulating AFAB reader, possessive symbiote,

Yandere! Symbiote X AFAB Ovulating! Reader

You’d think the sudden addition of a parasite inhabiting your body would completely upend your life.

Oddly, your mundane existence really hasn’t changed that much. Sure, showers are certainly different, your carnivorous appetite has increased to a debilitating level, but your routine is still the same: get up, go to work, come home, sleep. 

It’s actually kind of nice, having someone to talk to on the bus ride home, little jokes whispered in your ear as the phantom-like creature slithers down your neck, hiding from your coworkers and their concerned eyes. 

This…thing, alien or parasite, whatever you wanted to call it-- it was almost becoming something akin to a friend. A companion.

You didn’t delude yourself into believing it wasn’t using you for sustenance and safety, but at least it was kind to you, offering compliments on how sweet you were, how fascinating your life as a human was. 

It wasn’t all bad. 

But sometimes, you did wish you had a moment alone. Time for yourself to pursue romantic relationships, or intimate self-care. 

Which is why you ached when reading the smutty, arousing words of a new steamy romance novel on your phone.

“You’ve been rather antsy today; what is it, something ‘human’ related?” The symbiote had a touch of mockery in its tone, snaking out from under your shorts as you scrolled through chapters on your screen. 

You had gotten used to it traveling your flesh, running over your skin with its gooey, smooth texture. The sight of its red ‘body’ out of the corner of your eye used to frighten you; now, you’re worried if you haven’t seen it pop out in a while. 

“I guess you could say that,” You shove your legs together, eyes focused on the poorly written porn. You knew you shouldn’t have been reading it, not when you were too embarrassed to take care of yourself in front of this ‘thing’. It had been over a month since you touched yourself, since your body was taken over by this extraterrestrial creature. The alien didn’t exactly give you ‘alone time,’ with it being stuck to your body and all. “It’s just a hormonal thing. I’m uh… ovulating. It’ll go away in a few days.”

“How does it work?” 

The symbiote crawls back up your thigh, sliding onto your bare hip. You shivered, reacting to its cold touch; you never got used to how close it prodded the areas you said were off limits, testing the waters of how far it could go before you said something.

“It’s kind of complicated-- it has to do with, well, that menstrual cycle I was talking about earlier.” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, eyes glazing over the enlarged text on your phone. You could feel the wetness pooling in your underwear, clinging it to you. “It makes humans feel different than normal, more, um, needy? I guess you could say.” 

You weren’t sure how to word it-- the symbiote certainly wouldn’t understand all of the textbook jargon you could throw at it about ovulating and human eggs, but you couldn’t exactly say that you’re horny because of your body’s cycle, either. 

“Ah, needy for what?” 

The symbiote could hear a slight shift in your voice, the discomfort you felt on the topic. You had explained sex, romance between humans, almost everything under the sun-- but you didn’t want to delve into any topics that hit too close to home.

The alien slipped up your shirt, climbing beneath it to poke out from your pajama’s collar. 

“Physical….stimulation.” You finally respond, biting at your tongue.

The creature forms a humanoid, uncanny face in front of you, shaking as the eyes of something dark and unnatural stay locked onto yours.

“Hmm, how fitting. I had been waiting for you to say something.”

“Huh?”

“Did you think I couldn’t tell the way your body has changed? Hotter. Wetter, even.” The creature moves to travel down your body, dipping beneath your shorts with a purpose. “Especially beneath these loose garments you insist on wearing.” It slides over your underwear, a thick, curling limb pushing tight against your mound. “ This, is the culprit. What you desire to be relieved from, yes?”

You squeezed your thighs, feeling your neediness grow tenfold as the thought of sweet relief tempts your body. Fuck it, you couldn’t help yourself, the addictive pleasure of being touched luring you too much to hold back. 

“Yes… I just-- I need something, anything..” 

You attempt to slide your hand beneath your pants, feeling the temperate presence of your symbiote already layering itself there. 

But a shot of red forces your hand back, a goo-like substance keeping your arms pressed tight against your bed. 

“Let me explore this aspect you humans seem to take so much pleasure in… I don’t need you getting in the way.” The symbiote stretches over your body, transforming its own malleable ‘flesh’ into tentacle-like appendages. Two of them restrict your hands, a flurry of others roaming your flesh for a taste. “Besides, it looks as if you could use more than a few helping hands; so many fascinating areas are reacting.” 

A rush of ‘tentacles’ prods up your shirt, running over the rising nubs of your nipples, swirling and running smooth suckers over each peak.

“But you don’t even know how to--” 

“I’m sure I’ll learn. We’ve made it this far together, haven’t we?” The parasitic creature runs itself beneath your underwear, quick to stretch between your folds, rubbing hard against your aroused clit. You twitch at the sensation, letting it know just where you need to be touched. “If you’d like, you can tell me when I’ve hit a good spot, where I should press harder…” 

You nod your head, too overcome with the idea of riding out this pleasure to ignore how odd this was, how strange. You’ve still yet to fully accept the idea that you’re not insane and are truly sharing your body with something inhuman; getting off with the help of your parasitic guest was not something you could wrap your brain around-- not right now at least. 

The symbiote is quick to spread itself in you, finding your sopping entrance. It pushes its way in, melding and forming to effortlessly slink against your walls. 

“W-wait, hold on--” You cut yourself off with a moan, worried the ‘thing’ might burst inside of you, or gather itself too big than you could handle. But it swells to a moderate size, stretching you and pulsing inside. You rock back and forth in stuttered motions, desperately trying to thrust yourself onto it. 

“Right here is where you’re the most sensitive, I can feel it.” The creature wraps around your thighs, grinding itself hard against your tender walls. You can’t help but release a heavy cry, noticing the sudden and quick rise of your orgasm. It had barely been inside you for a short minute, but you always came faster when you were ovulating, persistently aroused and easy to make cum. 

You finish hard, desperate, clinging to the bedsheets. How did it know? Easily finding all the right places that your body called to be touched? To be played with and rubbed at?

The symbiote doesn’t slow as your hips do, abusing the sensitive areas inside of you and wrapping itself around your clit. You gasp as another tentacle-like feeler makes its way below your entrance, calling out to your other hole. You can tell the ideas it's having, the way it's traveling closer, nearer. 

“Hold on, not there, that’s--” 

It pushes its way inside your asshole, thin and wet like it had with your cunt. It slides deeper in without hesitation, repeating in coordinated thrusts as the first ‘tentacle’ did. 

You could feel another orgasm building, too intense this time as you tried to pull off the red, sticky limbs holding you down. 

“What’re you trying to do? Why, I thought this is what you wanted?” The symbiote continues, and you can hear its voice grow distorted, restless. “Don’t tell me you’re done, when I haven’t even had half my fun… I hope you do remember that I’m the one allowing you to exist like this. Letting you live freely without being completely destroyed by me.” 

You babble out pleas, gripping at the sheets that have gotten thoroughly soaked by you and the secretion of the symbiote. It dripped clear stains, coating your body in something that reminded you of cooking oil-- it never fully washed from your skin. 

The creature tugged harder on your clit, letting out a strong laugh as you yelped. Your heart pounded in your chest, ringing in your ears as the wet, crude sounds of the symbiote pumping into you resounded in your room. 

“Not-- like this. Didn’t mean f-for it like this--” 

“I guess that’s too bad. You humans can be so selfish, never knowing what’s good for you. I’m making you feel all the bliss you wanted. And why, I’m learning so much about you too! All these new spots you never let me see.” The symbiote plunged harder, growing its two tentacles thicker inside of you. “Too bad you’re so naive you thought I’d never venture here-- you really never woke up when I touched these spots in the middle of the night, did you?”

You cry out at the sensation of your orgasm snapping, wracking through your body with twitches and shakes. But the symbiote doesn’t stop, grinding out your orgasm until you’re crying from the sheer sensation of it gliding over your body. 

“Please, that’s enough now, thank you, I’m-I’m done.” 

You try to slink away, to grip at the slippery red pieces of alien pulled over your hips, playing with your clit and keeping you latched onto the mattress.

The parasite doesn’t budge, nearly melding in with your own skin as it strains tighter around you.

“What did I tell you? You’re mine. I'll decide when you’re finished,” The symbiote pulls its appendages from your chest, wrapping extra arms around your thighs to spread you wider. “And I don’t think I’m quite done playing with you yet.”