#yandere classes

[guppy365]

The test results can not be right. (Yandere! Harem x Female Darling who wants to be a Yandere part 1.)

The world is divided into four groups. Yanderes, canon fodder, extras, and darlings. There are also people who very rarely fall into two categories. Yanderes obsessed over there darlings and were at the top of the world. Cannon fodders were average people who die. Extras were average people got to live and not die at the hands of Yanderes. Darlings were obsessed over by Yanderes. All darlings get a collar to signify they are a darling. The collar contains a chip telling everyone who there Yandere or Yanderes are when scanned when claimed by a Yandere. Everyone finds out what group or groups they belong to at 18 with a test and that is when darlings get there collar.

Y/n L/n is from a long line of Yanderes. She looked forward to being a Yandere and finding her one true love, and murdering anyone who gets in her way. She was excited when her 18th birthday came and she took her test. She was sure she excelled at her exam and would be a Yandere.

When she got her results she was excited. She immediately tore it open but out of the envelope fell not only test results but a collar too, a darling collar with the name Y/n engraved on the tag. Y/n paled.

That could not be right. She had to be a Yandere. Either they put in a collar by mistake or she was rare yandere/Darling hybrid. It had to be one of those two things. She quickly grabbed the letter.

Dear Ms. Y/n L/n,

We are happy to inform you that you are a darling. In closed in the envelope is your darling collar. You are required to put it on immediately upon reading this letter. It must be kept on at all times afterwards.

The federal government of (your country).

Y/n screeched. "No. This cannot be right.", yelled Y/n. She started balling up the results. She was about to throw them and the collar away when someone grabbed her wrist.

She growled and turned around to see her brother, Johnathan, and his two friends, Orion and Callix. Johnathan was a yandere and so was Callix while Orion was a yandere/Darling hybrid. "Let me go. The test results can not be right.", hissed Y/n.

Jonathan looks at the objects in her hands. "(Favorite nickname), that is not true. If it says you are a darling you are darling. Now put on your collar. If you don't I'll have to punish you.", says Y/n's brother. Y/n shakes her head no.

Callix snatches the collar from Y/n's grasp. "Hey.", she yells as the collar is shoved onto her. The three males smile at her though. "There. You look so cute in your darling collar, brat. Some Yandere will scoop you up spoil you soon enough.", says Callix.

Y/n growls. She wretches away from them. She runs out the front door while trying to yank off the collar.

[yandere-daydreams]

I’d def love an oc concept sheet for the subjects like yes please give me some good fucking food

Behold, the Core Curriculum!!! I thought I may as well start with the most important boys and girls! (Picrews Used Here: x x x x)

Subject: Mathematics

Name: Milo Brooks

Type: Possessive and Sadistic, and whiney about both. 

~This guy. Fuck this guy.

~He probably started as your bully, or the average, every-day jerk you had to put up with. He’s not very tactful with his aggression, always cornering you or pushing you into walls, but never knowing what to say when he has you pinned. He wants to see you cry, and he wants to hear that cute little voice of yours pleading with him to stop. Milo doesn’t really think about it, beyond that.

~Milo skips feeding you, a lot. He wants you to think of being alive as a privilege, even if it’s a privilege you don’t care to have, on his worst days. You’ll have to beg for water, for a bed, for his attention when you begin to think you’ve been left in his basement to rot. He isn’t very nice about it, calling you needy, pathetic, but you weren’t the one crying into his chest last night. 

~The type of asshole to go on and on about how much smarter he is than everyone else. He probably took Calculus. Fucking Nerd. 

~You’d say he wanted to frustrate you, if you didn’t know better. There’ll always be a rule he ‘forgot’ to mention, something he wanted that you didn't give him. You’re the one who failed, the one who let him down, the one who isn’t good enough. He doesn’t take an opposing view very kindly, either.

~His punishments are as damaging mentally as they are physically. He’ll guilt you as he picks a leg to break or a patch of your skin to burn, telling you how this wouldn’t be happening if you behaved, how you should’ve done that earlier or asked for his help with something you didn’t know you were doing wrong. By the time he’s putting your newly fractured ankle into a splint, you might start to believe it, too.

Subject: Science

Name: Elizabeth Bennett

Type: Obsessive and Voyeuristic, but stolen pens will be the least of your worries.

~She’s very sweet! I mean, you might not like her, considering all the torture, but she really is very, very sweet!

~Mental Health is one of her many divisions, so you’ll only receive the up-most care. Your room is always spotless, always sunny and open, and there’s plenty of toys for you to play with! She makes sure you have the newest gaming systems, all the books your little heart could want, and something new is only a smile and a kiss away. 

~She takes you outside, too, but only under strict supervision. Usually, she’ll be happy with holding your hand or being able to see you, but if her lovely, lovely lab rat wants to make a run for it, she won’t be opposed to getting you a new leash. 

~Can’t cook. Like, at all. That being said, she would adore watching you make something for just the two of you. If you don’t want to, it’s fine! The kitchen is full of all sorts of sharp things she can use to encourage you.

~Elizabeth is the kind of girl who loves everything about you. You can’t throw anything away without asking her, just in case she treats it as a ‘keepsake’, and there will always be a camera on you. One of her favorite things to do is to take you into her ‘special room’, sit you in her lap and re-watch of her favorite moments with her favorite sweetheart! If you don’t seem happy, she’ll be very sad, so it’s better to put on a smile and act as excited as she is.

~Of course, she wants to know everything there is to know about you. She doesn’t like hurting you, but if keeping you under her scalpel as she takes you apart brings her closer to you, how is she supposed to resist? It's so... intimate, to her, how your blood stains her skin, how she'll know every part of you like the back of her hand, soon enough. Your screams are just so pretty, and she’ll take really good care of you, afterward. Just don’t blame your injuries on her. She tends to get… emotional rather quickly.

Subject: History

Name: Rin Hirota 

Types: Possessive and Jealous, but mostly annoying.

~Look at that face. He probably only reads fiction if it’s based in World War Two. He is, at the risk of repeating myself, a nerd. 

~He’s seems normal, and for the most part, he is normal. It’s just… Rin gets jealous, and he gets jealous easily. It’s who he is. You’ve known it since your first date, when he clung to your side a little tighter and spoke a little louder whenever your attention strayed, like he couldn’t stand to see you thinking about someone else. He’d never say such a thing out loud, but he isn’t all that subtle, either.

~Praise is going to be necessary, if you don’t want to deal with a temper tantrum. He wants you to comment on everything he does in that sweet, sugary tone, regardless of how honest you’re being. It’s addictive, how you treat him so highly. But, he’s willing to make everyone else seem awful, to achieve this. Sure, he’s not the best, but he’s not a monster, unlike them. Just look at how they’re eyeing you up, how disrespectful they are. Obviously, he’s the only person worth spending time with.

~Gaslighting is going to be extremely common, by the way. Whenever there’s an argument, or he says something you don’t like, he’ll let you yell and fuss for a few minutes before he walks away, only coming back hours later to go on about how wrong you were, and how he forgives you, even if he was the one being irrational. It’s not worth the energy it takes to correct him, he’s so persistant when it comes to his version of things, so just… grin and bear it. He isn’t very happy when you don’t. 

~You caught him jerking off to a picture of your ankle, once. This is an example of when he begins gaslighting you. 

~He won’t kidnap you, if you’re looking for a silver lining. He doesn't have to. You can't risk being with anyone else, you’ve heard such terrible things about them, but Rin never lets you believe the awful, awful rumors people spread about him. He never lets you go, even if there are rough spots, and you’re sure that’s more than all the people you used to talk to would do for you. Rin told you that himself

Subject: English

Name: Oliver Laurent

Type: Obsessive and Delusional, which is just another way of saying he’s clingy.

~He’s soft, he’s so soft. He’ll faint if you hold his hand too tightly, and that’ll never change.

~He doesn’t think of himself as a stalker, but he absolutely is. Oliver just thinks it so romantic to leave those hearts drawn on your hand for when you wake up, or cuddle up to you when you’re sleeping too restlessly for him to do so. He spends a lot of time with you when you’re asleep, come to think of it. You’re just so beautiful, in any state of consciousness.

~Love letters will be important, too. Oliver likes it when you read them, when he gets to watch as you experience so many different feelings, all focused on him, but as long as you touch the envelope, he’ll be happy. He’ll remember to make a spare, next time, just as loving and just as beautiful as the initial copy.  To leave on your bed, in case you’re too embarrassed to read his confessions in public and tear it up, again.

~’Reading Time’ is required and it’s never pleasent. All his favorite books are Classics, and he reads them again and again and again, to the point where you’ll have Of Mice And Men memorized by your second month with him

~You can hurt him, if you want to. Punch him, bite him, call him a freak... he doesn't like it, but craves your attention like a drug. It doesn’t matter whether it’s positive or negative, painfully of blissful, he needs something, and he needs it often. He’ll be smiling as long as your skin is on his, even if your touch leaves such nasty marks.

~I don’t think he’s ever seen the sun. He just doesn’t see the appeal. The only time he ever really gets mad is when you ask to go outside, because he’s read The Collector and he knows what you must be planning. There’s nothing outside, you don’t have to go outside. If you aren’t happy with your room, then you must not be happy with him, which means you don’t love him and I don’t think he can take that, either.

[3rdgymbros]

— pairing; yandere! foreign languages ( lucio martínez ) x reader

— credit; lucio belongs to @yandere-daydreams​

— warnings; yandere themes, collars, leashes

The door to your too-pink, too-frilly bedroom opens and shuts with a click.

Clothed only in scraps of white lace and silk, a blast of cold air hits your limbs; the pink silk-and-suede collar digs painfully tight into your neck, chaffing against skin rubbed red and raw. Glazed eyes flicker, some awareness settling in; you turn your head to see Lucio, drinking in the sight of you sitting prettily atop of the pink comforter.  

His eyes glitter in a way that makes you impossibly more aroused, but also sends a bite of fear through you. It’s an unguarded look, like the one that had wrung the breath from your lungs when you had first met – scorching and possessive, filled with dark threats of ecstasy. His softness of his face is made harsh in the shadows, lips curving up into a wicked smile as he pads over to the dresser.

You watch him root through the dresser, your pulse racing and your breath coming in quick, shallow pants that sound unbearably loud in the silence that cocoons the room. He’s conditioned you and your body to react in this way, and you hate how he makes you feel, the power he lords over you, and yet your hatred is quickly swallowed up by the fear that consumes you now. Lucio’s expression never changes, not as his slender fingers open and shut drawers with a thoughtful hum, purposely drawing this out and heightening your emotions and playing on nerves already pushed to the breaking point.

“Here we are,” Lucio sing-songs, a tone which admittedly does not bode well for you.

Hearing it when you’re curled up under his arm is one thing, but hearing it now, when you’re in a position of vulnerability, you swallow hard, a sick feeling settling in your gut. Through your thick fall of hair, you glance nervously at his hands. A shiver moves through you at the sight of the black leash, at the sight of long and slender fingers toying with the black leather.

He moves closer, the bedsprings creaking under his weight; up close you can see how his eyes darken behind wire-rimmed spectacles as he hooks the leash to your collar and tugs, sending you sprawling into his lap with a yelp. Another pull, this time upwards, forcing your head up into an uncomfortable angle as tears prick at your eyes, the pain biting and sudden.

“Aren’t you pretty?” He coos, voice high and mocking, carding his hand through your hair, acting as though his touch can rub the bad away. “Pink really does suit you.”

He looks at you like a child does when they get a toy that they can’t quite wait to take apart and destroy. Still, he’s gentle with you as he loosens his iron-grip on the leash, and you think that you breathe a silent sigh of relief, the air leaving your lungs in a rush. You aren’t sure if his guarded tenderness is because you’re playing the part of the good, obedient pet well, or if he’s decided that your infractions this time are minor, but you don’t care. 

“I’m sorry,” You say on a ragged gasp, the apology tumbling out of your lips, because it’s expected and you know what will happen to you if you don’t. Your hips and the inside of your thighs still bear the evidence of one of his harsher punishments, and your eyes are glazed over with a layer of fear, even though he hadn’t lifted a finger to touch you the last time.

“You know what you did wrong?” The leash wrapped loosely around his fingers now, he toys idly with a strand of your hair. His bottom lip is pushed out in a pout.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” You shrink deep inside yourself. “I was wrong. It won’t happen again.”

His smile never falters, even as his blunt fingernails dig into your scalp with just enough force to inflict a hint of pain. “It had better not.”

[yandere-daydreams]

Anon Said: “Mr. Martínez, I've really been studying hard to pass your class, but my grades still aren't good enough - would it be possible to ask you to tutor me after class?”

Lucio let out a contemplative hum, leaning onto his desk. He thought, rolling the idea over in his mind, watching you squirm as seconds turned to minutes, the silence quickly growing tense, dire. More important than a low grade in an optional course should’ve been. “Your marks haven’t been... befitting of you, lately, (Y/n). It’s worrying.” He paused, letting you shift your weight, your self-pity practically tangible by the time he continued. “After-class sessions might not be enough. You’ll have to come during your free hour, too.” 

You smiled, your shoulder slumping every-so-slightly as you thanked him, but Lucio only nodded, chuckling under his breath. He didn’t bother hiding his satisfaction - why should he? Shouldn’t good teachers be proud of their favorite students making such an effort? “Your attitude has been a problem, too,” He added, and you perked up obediently, already beginning to question what you’d done wrong. Lucio just simpered, lulling his head into his fist, his grin broadening as a newfound source of panic set-in. “Don’t forget to be on your best behavior this afternoon, alright? We don’t want any more issues, now, do we?”

[yandere-daydreams]

please grace us with more yan subjects, o lord of horror romance

Okay, okay, so I’ve brought up this idea before, but I absolutely love the idea of the Yandere Subjects being teachers and upperclassmen in one of those older, traditional boarding schools, where letters are the only way to communicate with the outside world and everyone just seems... paranoid, always watching over their shoulders, like everyone’s just waiting for something bad to happen. Maybe you’re a new transfer, or just someone’s who’s managed to stay out of trouble for their stay at the academy. You don’t start trouble, but that’s never stopped anyone else from getting into it. 

There’s something off about the way your tutor for Math eyes you up like a piece of meat, about the smile he can’t hide whenever you mess up. About the girl in Home Ec, who always offers to lick the batter off your fingers when you're finished. You don’t like the Spanish Teacher, he stares much too long and he never tried to hide it, and History isn’t any better, your instructor never goes a lesson without offering to let you sit in his lap during the lecture. All the other students seem used to it, too, they don’t think anything of everything that’s got you so on edge. At least the dorms have locks on the door, and the instructors and the teacher’s pets are the only ones with keys... You can trust your administrators, can’t you?

[yandere-daydreams]

Dare I ask.... PE?

Subject: Physical Education 

Name: Benjamin (Benny) Jones

Type: Protective and Delusional, but he’s trying so hard.

~His main priority is keeping you healthy, safe, protected. He’ll plan your meals obsessively, treating junk food like something deadly, and never letting you touch something that might get you sick. But, he’s clumsy. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, but that doesn’t heal the bruises on your hips or your broken wrist, regardless of how much he frets over every tiny injury.

~The moment you give Benny a reason to believe you’ve started to love him back, he’s gone. He’s not much of a stalker (he doesn’t have to, with all the time he spends clinging to your side), but he can’t deny how happy it makes him, seeing you all sheltered and cozy in the room he’d so lovingly prepared. I mean, you two are going to be such a happy couple, now that he knows you feel the same way! 

~Regardless of what he has to do, of what you say or how much you struggle, he’s always going to be convinced he’s in the right. You just don’t understand, not yet. But, he’ll be happy to smile and give you some barely coherent, sappy explanation of why he can’t leave you unchained at night, not if he can’t trust you to get ten hours of sleep on your own. 

~The boy has never covered his forearms in his life and he doesn’t really understand why anyone would. You’ll be lucky if your room is ever a comfortable temperature.

~Probably thinks you’ll get pregnant if he holds your hand. Please don’t correct him.

~Physical affection is going to be big. Benny’s like a puppy that’s too fucking tall to fend off, and it’s almost never going to be pleasent for you. You might be crying, sobbing and fighting because you were just abducted by someone you don’t even recognize, but he’ll still be slotted against your side, petting through your hair and kissing your cheek, never giving you the space you’ll be begging for. What is he supposed to do, let you cry?

~He is really, really trying his best, and he’s such a good boy. It’s a little hard to notice with how smothering he is, though.

[yandere-daydreams]

...yandere art?

Subject: Art 

Name: Darcy Walsh

Type: Obsessive and Manipulative, but for the most part, he’s just kind of whiney.

 ~Moody. Moody boy. He has too many emotions and you will have to hear about every single one of them whenever he opens his fucking mouth.

~It’s awful, really. He’s caring and adoring and charming in that sort of genuine, honest way, and you’ll love him for it. You’ll love the way he cups your cheeks, how he litters your skin with kisses and how affectionate he is, even as you stutter and ask him to stop. It’s a shame he can get so… concerning, when the two of you are alone.

~Praise is going to be big. It’s almost worrying, how he seems to go on until he’s out of breath, running his hands through your hair and rambling about how beautiful you are, how he’d love to paint with that perfect red running under your skin. He prefers to do this while you’re alone, but he doesn’t see the problem with whispering something sweet into your ear, especially if it means you’ll be so adorably flushed later on. 

~Darcy loves your body. It sounds strange, but it’s true, and he doesn’t try to hide it. You’ll have to pose for hours so he can admire every curve, every flaw, every mark. I mean, you don’t have a problem with his habits, do you? What kind of unappreciative partner would complain about their boyfriend not being able to look away?

~Stalker, an absolute creep. He robably has a collection of all the pens and notes and clothes you thought you lost before you met him. Like I said, creep.

~He’s a romantic, a dedicated one, too. There’ll always be a rose on your bed when you come home, a kiss waiting for the back of your hand, or in some special cases, a beautifully wrapped gift, more often than not a ring. He won’t be angry if you don’t want to wear them, but I wouldn’t refuse. He doesn’t mind helping you put them, even if he has to slip something into your drink first.

~Darcy does love you, he loves you more than anything. But, you ask a lot of him, don’t you? And since he’s willing to do everything you ask, it’s fair of him to want things from you, too, isn’t it? It’ll never be much, just a picture of his lovely little sweetheart here and a smile for him there, and you’ll spend the night with him, won’t you? I mean, considering how little he asks for, it’d be cruel to refuse, right? Hopefully, you’ll be as understanding as he is. 

[yandere-daydreams]

Yandere Foreign Language is a bastard. Says they are bilingual but can't teach you more than basic phrases. Usually just I love you in various languages.

Subject: Foreign Languages

Name: Lucio Martínez

Type: Sadistic and Obsessive, but those might be his best traits. 

~A bastard indeed. He’s like a smug cat who’ll push your favorite vase off the counter while he knows you’re watching. 

~He does love you, don’t get me wrong. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see you cry and how cute you are as you stumble to use the new words he taught you and all the lovely little moments that come along with having a partner who has to love him, so essentially, he loves you. But, it’s going to be really, really had to get past all the times he seems to love you a little less than he claims to. 

~Unsurprisingly, he’ll try to teach you his language. Lucio knows it, he’s fluent, in fact, but he’s a terrible teacher. He’ll show you all kinds of phrases and terms, smothering you in kisses and presents when you parrot them back to him, but it’s more similar to a child repeating something their parent said to a student learning from their teacher. It’ll feel that way, too, as you sit at his feet and let him coo to you so patronizingly, but it’s far better than the alternative. 

~Speaking of, his punishments are brutal. They’re all as loving as everything else he does, but in that sick, calculated, planned way he seems to have perfected. He’ll set you up for it, warning you for weeks ahead of time, letting you imagine what he’s going to do, giving you chance after chance to prevent it but setting you up for failure. On the bright side, he’s more likely to chain you to your bed so tightly you can hardly breathe than he is to carve his name into your skin, so… silver linings, right?

~Creep. Bastard Creep. You’ll probably have to get one of those spray-bottles to stop him from watching undress, and he will try to.

~You’ll be treated like a pet, with Lucio. He hardly ever kisses you, hardly ever hugs you, only letting you cuddle up to him or petting through your hair when he wants to show you affection. If he’s aware of it, you won’t be able to tell, considering he only ever talks to you when he’s trying to teach you a new trick, not that you’ll ever be left to your own devices. Hopefully, you don’t mind it. He hates having to use the collar.