#yandere classmate

[sangvineblue]

Yandere Serial Killer Classmate ⋆˚꩜｡

First post hehehehe (and it’s literally just a random storyline that has been plaguing my mind in headcanon form because I was too lazy to write out a full fleshed one shot)

Word count: 2.2k

Content Warnings!! This post contains violence, stalking, profanity, obsession, graphic details, attempted SA, creep behaviour and is, overall, a dark work. The reader is gender neutral, whilst the yandere is male.

I do not encourage this kind of behaviour in any way, shape, or form, this is purely a work of fiction.

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⋆˚꩜｡ Due to your parents’ recent divorce, you moved to a sketchy small town in the hopes that you and your mom could get a fresh new start. How exciting, surely nothing could go wrong? Right?

⋆˚꩜｡ You weren’t exactly thrilled to leave your old environment with all of your friends and memories behind, especially since, at least compared to this rainy dingy crime-filled pothole, your old place was by far much better. But alas, it wasn’t your choice to make. So, here you are, living in a tiny apartment and starting smack in the middle of the year in a new school where you know absolutely nobody. Wonderful.

⋆˚꩜｡ First day comes and, misfortunately enough, the only available seat was right next to some random edgy looking dude. Whatever. So long as he leaves you alone.

⋆˚꩜｡ Introducing your classmate. To say he was less than enthusiastic for you to be seated with him was an understatement. His space was sacred, and the fact that you were now in its proximity didn’t particularly thrill him. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t care in the slightest about the rest. He was just annoyed, nothing more, nothing less.

⋆˚꩜｡ Personality wise, if you didn’t know any better (which you don’t at this point in time), he seems to be as expressive as a piece of moldy white bread. Other than mildly annoyed occasionally, he appeared to be constantly bored, neutrality and arrogance resting on his face perfectly. He definitely seemed to hold his worth higher than others, as if to say he is superior to all of the filthy ants surrounding him. In translation, he was exactly the type of person you could categorically say you despised. Honestly, you would rather eat dirt than interact with him, which is funny because you are literal desk mates. At least he doesn’t seem to be thrilled to be next to you either, so that means you are bound not to converse much.

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⋆˚꩜｡ The murders in your area have been increasing as months passed by. Now, any step taken even during dusk felt ridiculously unsafe, which meant that your walk home after school left behind a bitter paranoia on your tongue.

⋆˚꩜｡ There has been no improvement with your desk mate. He is just as irritable as he was before, and you’re just as unwilling to talk to him as you were at first.

⋆˚꩜｡ You were now walking home after yet another exhausting day. Snowflakes fell from the greyish-purple sky above, landing on your reddened cheeks like miniscule needles puncturing them. Tiny clouds of vapour formed with each breath you took, the cold never quite leaving your bones no matter how much you tightened your coat around you.

⋆˚꩜｡ Surprisingly, instead of the usual unease that followed you home, a simple serenity replaced it, allowing you to enjoy the dark cityscape more than you did on the days before. That was until you heard a pair of footsteps following you.

⋆˚꩜｡ Despite telling yourself that you were simply imagining it, you couldn’t help but speed up your pace, tightening your grip on your bag. Shit, maybe you should’ve invested into some pepper spray or some other cheap self-defense item people claimed would keep you safe regardless of the situation.

⋆˚꩜｡ Too bad that right as you passed by a shoddy alleyway, you got shoved right in it. As your bag tumbled just out of reach and you landed comically enough right on your ass, you could see a middle-aged man snickering. As he crouched down to your level, you shut your eyes tightly. (We all know what he’s intending, there’s no way I’m going into detail)

⋆˚꩜｡ Before he could even do anything, a loud crunch resounded through the alleyway, the man toppling over onto the snow carpet, staining the pristine white with an ever-growing dark red puddle.

⋆˚꩜｡ A figure clad in black stepped forward, not even paying you any mind as you froze. They made their way to the man, not hesitating before swinging the gross looking crowbar again.

⋆˚꩜｡ It wasn’t the following two crunches that snapped you out of your stupor, nor a few specks of blood landing on your cheek, but the delighted chuckles of the person. The moment you heard them, you ran out of there, forgetting completely about your bag. You only realised you left it behind as you made it to the safety of your apartment. Way too late to go back for it. Not to mention the risks implied.

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⋆˚꩜｡ Your classmate glanced at the discarded leather bag after he finished mangling up the corpse.

⋆˚꩜｡ He ran a hand through his disheveled locks with his signature annoyance. How careless of him to let you escape like that. You were now a liability and he couldn’t have that.

⋆˚꩜｡ As his gloved hand wrapped around the strap of your bag, an idea made him smile beneath his mask.

⋆˚꩜｡ What better opportunity to gain a new victim?

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⋆˚꩜｡ You barely managed to fall asleep that night. You have no idea what you were more scared of, the now-dead middle-aged man, or the crowbar man.

⋆˚꩜｡ You shuddered at the memory as your bare feet touched the soft fibers of your carpet. Most definitely the crowbar man. Hell, just the thought of him brought you chills.

⋆˚꩜｡ You froze as you glanced at your desk chair. On it sat your bag, albeit a bit beaten, with an envelope on top of it.

⋆˚꩜｡ You slowly made your way to the desk and grabbed the envelope, ripping it open with shaky hands. Inside was just a note with a rather short yet ominous message.

⋆˚꩜｡ You dropped this. :)

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⋆˚꩜｡ Well, if you were paranoid before, you certainly were even worse now. You keep glancing behind your shoulder, even if you know nothing is there, all in fear of the crowbar man reappearing. How did he know where you lived? Did he follow you home that night? Were you in danger? What if you will be his next victim?

⋆˚꩜｡ The lack of sleep was definitely catching up to you, prompting you to begin snoozing anywhere involuntarily. This only amplified the unease, and it certainly didn’t help that your desk mate seemingly gained a third emotion. What was he so amused for? Didn’t he have something better to do? Man, you really need some sleep.

⋆˚꩜｡ Little did you know, that over the past two weeks, he had been watching you a bit too closely for your comfort. Slowly, he went from simply following you around as you did your scarce errands to even breaking into your apartment. He hasn’t left any notes just yet, as he did when he left your bag, but oh did his hand itch to pick up the pen to taunt you further.

⋆˚꩜｡ Seriously, your paranoia was simply too adorable! But he wouldn’t make himself noticed just yet. He’ll allow you to calm down, and only then, as he did with all of his other victims, he will allow himself to proceed. What can he say? He loves taking his time. But for now, only watching you will suffice. Besides, despite your ordinary lifestyle, you were quite interesting to observe. He didn’t see himself get bored just yet.

⋆˚꩜｡ He has even gotten accustomed to you sitting next to him. He no longer felt annoyed when he saw your now sleepy figure trying not to dose off, only amusement at being the source of your sorrows.

⋆˚꩜｡ He just wishes you wouldn’t deprive yourself of sleep so intensely. After all, he wouldn’t pounce just yet. Where’s the fun that comes with a victim so eager to escape when they are too tired to even blink?

⋆˚꩜｡ If one were to ask, no, he doesn’t care about your well-being. But, oh, would he be a liar if he said he didn’t try to make your life easier. He only did small things, just enough to make you question your sanity. Like disposing of your expired food items or sneaking hard candy into your bag. Nothing too complicated. He did, after all, enjoy the grimace you made each time you found them. Just cut him some slack, they aren’t poisoned, he wants to murder you himself! He even went out of his way to pick your favourite flavours.

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⋆˚꩜｡ Gradually, the notes came back. At first, you found one on your bedside table, just as concise as the first one, but much creepier: You are adorable when you glance over your shoulder to look for me. :)

⋆˚꩜｡ When you saw it, you dropped it as if it burned you. What. The. Fuck. Just when your paranoia faded a bit, you discover that you were right all along. You might be his next victim.

⋆˚꩜｡ And then more. One on your bathroom sink. Your smile is beautiful. :) On your kitchen counter, right after your mother left for her night shift, and you were left to get ready for bed. You should wear the red sweater tomorrow, it suits your complexion the best. :)

⋆˚꩜｡ Each creepier than the last. You discovered some in your school bag too. I wonder if you know just how close I am. :) Anywhere really. I wonder how your screams of terror sound like. I bet they are delightful. :)

⋆˚꩜｡ You even found yourself at one point covered neatly with a blanket with a pillow placed carefully beneath your head when you fell asleep on the couch after a particularly exhausting day. At first, you didn’t pay it any mind, until you saw the note on the coffee table. You need to take better care of yourself. I wouldn’t want you to die right before I have the chance to kill you myself. :)

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⋆˚꩜｡ His face fell the moment he saw you with him.

⋆˚꩜｡ How dare you? Who is this gross specimen, and why are you allowing him to hold you and slobber all over your beautiful features?

⋆˚꩜｡ He couldn’t have that. You were his. His to toy with, his to watch, his to compliment. Sure, you two weren’t the closest, hell, you didn’t even talk! But that didn’t make you any less his. You were his victim, not this disgusting unwashed primate's.

⋆˚꩜｡ Plus, he didn’t treat you as well as he did. He didn’t tuck you in or check in on you throughout the day. He didn’t know all of your favourites by heart like he did, nor your schedule, not even your dislikes. Even he knows you don’t like roses because you consider them cliche, but you prefer lilies because of their meaning. Why does he get you roses when they clearly aren’t your favourites?

⋆˚꩜｡ He won’t let it slide, mark his words.

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⋆˚꩜｡ The guy you started dating was nice. Sure, he wasn’t the most attentive, or really your type for sure, but he brought a sense of comfort to your otherwise paranoid mind.

⋆˚꩜｡ Last night you got another note. You’ve gotten used to them in the meantime. Sure, they are creepy, but it’s not like the crowbar guy threatened you in any way, right?

⋆˚꩜｡ On your kitchen counter was your vase with a fresh bouquet of neatly picked lilies and gardenias. Cute. The note, however, wasn’t. The clear warning brought chills down your spine, despite how warm your kitchen was. Break up with him tomorrow unless you want to see him dead. :)

⋆˚꩜｡ He surely doesn’t mean it like that, right?

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⋆˚꩜｡ You obviously didn’t break up with him. What, you were gonna throw a perfectly good relationship out the window just because a random serial killer said so?

⋆˚꩜｡ And, naturally, when your boyfriend didn’t end up dead at your doorstep, you weren’t surprised in the slightest. It was clear the crowbar guy was messing with you.

⋆˚꩜｡ Although, the fact that he hasn’t been answering your texts for the past three days did make you quite worried. Did you do something wrong? Was he mad at you? Was the threat real? You haven’t gotten a note in over two weeks too, when you used to get one every few days or so.

⋆˚꩜｡ Oh, you should’ve listened to his warning. You should know by now that he isn’t the type to bluff.

⋆˚꩜｡ You saw the box on your kitchen counter, and you instantly knew who it was from. The note was simple, nothing more than an I hope you enjoy my gift. :) written on the thick paper, and yet it didn’t fail to put you at unease.

⋆˚꩜｡ A scream escaped your mouth the moment you opened the box. Inside was a human heart with a medium-sized kitchen knife staking it right where the four rooms of the organ met. You dropped the lid as you brought your shaky hands to your mouth.

⋆˚꩜｡ As you took a step back, your back hit something sturdy. Two hands gripped onto your upper arms as your back rested against his chest, and a familiar voice brushed your ear.

⋆˚꩜｡ Did you enjoy my gift?

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Should I write a series based on these headcanons?

[ozzgin]

content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, Yandere School horror AU, inspired by Tomie (header from Lovesick Dead)

Yandere!Classmate is of a particular kind of beauty. A ghastly allure, a pallid visage, the darkest of eyes, and an imperturbable smile. Perhaps that's what makes his elegance so uncanny: the stiff curve of the lips, the emptiness of his expression. Nonetheless, his eerie charisma continues to draw people in. Except, of course, the one who matters most: you.

Yandere!Classmate is visibly interested in you. He follows your movements with religious duty and is always the first to answer your concerns or needs. His assiduous efforts to impress you might've gained the admiration of his fellow attendees, if it wasn't for some exceptional circumstances: quite frankly, the entire school yearns for you. Whether it's other classmates or higher staff, your affections are not something to be freely given away without protest. Your mesmerising suitor has awakened a rather fearsome collective envy.

Yandere!Classmate is sitting at his desk as usual. Yet, something today is different. The atmosphere is suffocating, an unspoken tension lingers over the room. You glance at your classmates in confusion; their faces are drained, their hands tremble rhythmically against the wooden surface. Your teacher's voice is merely a croak, and he does not dare to face his students. Everyone is terrified. Why?

Yandere!Classmate grins mockingly at his rivals, relishing in their maddening fear. They must surely be wondering how such an aberration is possible. They were certain of his death: they slashed, and pounded, and crushed, and tore apart. They saw - with their own eyes! - his scrambled remains as they vanished beneath the soil. He should've been gone, utterly erased from existence, one less burden standing before your undivided attention. Nonetheless, he is standing among them anew, without a scratch marking his skin.

Yandere!Classmate is bolder than usual. He approaches you with childish delight, lowering himself before your seat and extending his hands outward, awaiting your touch. His fingers are tremendously cold, nails cracked and stained with dirt.

Oh, if only you knew, (Y/N), the extent of his adoration. Not even Death itself could ever keep him from you, his beloved Darling. You smile at his flirtatious gesture, completely oblivious to your sealed fate: you're never, ever escaping his love. It goes far beyond the grave.

[kryllia]

Mine to Protect, Mine to Own

art from pinterest

yandere mafia classmate x reader

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3

Nicolò Dellabarca had always been a mystery.

You weren’t close. You had only worked together on a class project once. He was efficient, quiet, and surprisingly attentive, but the partnership ended without much conversation.

Still, something always felt off about him.

He was cold with others but different around you. He never spoke unless necessary, yet his presence loomed over you like a shadow. Whenever you turned your head, you found his sharp blue eyes watching you, unreadable but focused.

At first, you ignored it.

Then, small things started happening.

One night, when you were leaving campus late, a stranger had followed you for a few blocks—until a black car pulled up, and the man suddenly disappeared. The next day, a few guys from your class who had been bothering you stopped showing up. And once, when you almost tripped on the stairs, Nicolò had been there, catching your arm before you even realized he was close.

"Careful."

His voice had been deep, steady. He had let go quickly, looking almost flustered.

You should have put the pieces together then.

But you didn’t—until the night you were taken.

It happened fast. A car pulled up. A group of men stepped out. Before you could scream, a hand covered your mouth.

You fought, kicking and struggling, but everything faded into darkness.

Your first thought upon waking was: This is too comfortable to be a basement.

A thick blanket covered you. A fireplace crackled nearby. The room smelled of expensive wood and something faintly floral.

For a second, you thought you were dreaming—until the door opened.

"Mom, what do you mean you have a surprise for me? It better not be another—"

The voice stopped.

You turned your head—and froze.

Nicolò.

His blue eyes went wide. His usual cold expression shattered, replaced by something you had never seen before: panic.

He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Mom..." His voice was sharp, but there was something almost desperate beneath it. "What did you do?"

From behind the door, a light, cheery voice replied.

"Oh, relax, sweetheart. I just helped you a little."

Nicolò let out a shaky breath. "This is not helping."

He turned back to you.

You met his gaze, your body rigid.

"...What the hell is going on?"

The door opened again, and a woman stepped inside.

She was beautiful—dark-haired, elegant, and radiating control. She held a glass of water and smiled at you as if you weren’t just kidnapped.

"You must be thirsty," she said, offering the glass.

You didn’t take it.

"Who are you?"

Her lips curled. "You can call me Isabella. I’m Nicolò’s mother."

Your stomach twisted.

"And why did your men kidnap me?"

She sighed as if this were a mild inconvenience. "Because my son is terrible at taking what he wants."

You turned to Nicolò, waiting for him to deny it.

He didn’t.

His fists clenched at his sides, his breathing shallow.

You took a slow step back. "You let this happen?"

"I—I didn’t know—" He cut himself off, rubbing his face. "Mamma, why would you do this?"

Isabella chuckled. "Oh, Nicolò, don’t be so dramatic. You were never going to make the first move, so I gave you a little push."

You scoffed. "Push?! You kidnapped me!"

Isabella tilted her head. "And yet, you’re perfectly safe, aren’t you?"

Your blood ran cold.

She stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. "Do you know how many people have been watching you? Waiting for you to be alone? Do you really think walking home alone at night was ever safe?"

You swallowed hard.

She smiled. "You needed to be taken, darling. If not by us, then by someone worse."

You clenched your fists. "That’s bullshit."

Nicolò finally spoke, his voice low. "It’s not."

Your chest tightened.

You turned to him, searching his face. "Then let me go."

His jaw clenched.

He didn’t answer.

Because you both knew the truth.

There was no leaving.

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The Dellabarca estate was suffocatingly grand. Every hallway was lined with paintings, every door guarded.

And now, you were seated at an impossibly long dining table, facing the people who had stolen you.

Nicolò sat stiffly at the head of the table, shoulders tense. Across from him sat a man you had yet to meet.

Giovanni Dellabarca.

His father.

The room felt colder with him in it. His presence was overwhelming—calm, composed, and dangerous.

"So," Giovanni finally said, swirling his wine. "You have fire. I like that."

You set your fork down sharply. "I don’t care what you like."

Nicolò inhaled sharply beside you.

Giovanni smirked. "Feisty. Just like your mother, eh, Isabella?"

His wife chuckled. "Oh, absolutely. I see so much of myself in them."

Your stomach churned. "I am nothing like you."

Isabella smiled knowingly. "Oh, but you are." She leaned in slightly. "You think I wanted this life? That I chose it?"

You stilled.

"I hated Giovanni at first," she continued. "I fought, I screamed, I ran—but in the end, I understood."

She turned to her husband, her gaze softening. "Love in this world isn’t sweet. It’s fierce. It’s possession. And once you understand that..."

She looked back at you, her expression almost pitying.

"...it’s easier."

Your hands shook.

Giovanni exhaled, setting down his glass. "You’ll come around. She did."

Your skin burned with anger. "I am not her."

For a moment, Giovanni studied you.

Then—unexpectedly—he laughed.

Nicolò stiffened.

"You know," Giovanni mused, "when Isabella first entered my life, she hated me just as much as you hate my son now."

You clenched your fists. "Good."

His smirk didn’t falter.

"Yet, here we are."

Your blood ran cold.

Nicolò suddenly stood. "Enough."

Giovanni’s brow lifted. "Touched a nerve?"

Nicolò’s hands curled into fists. "They don’t need to hear this." His voice was sharp, controlled—but his eyes flickered with something desperate.

He turned to you, his voice lower. "Come on. I’ll take you back to your room."

You hesitated.

Then, without another word, you followed him out.

As soon as the door shut behind you, Nicolò let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his dark hair. His shoulders, always so rigid around his family, slumped slightly.

"Dio mio, that was a disaster."

You folded your arms. "That’s an understatement."

He turned to face you. For the first time since you woke up in this house, he looked directly at you—really looked at you. His piercing blue eyes, usually so cold, held something else now. Something desperate.

"...Are you okay?"

The words were so quiet, so gentle, they made your stomach twist.

You wanted to lash out. To scream at him. To tell him no, I am not okay, you psychotic bastard—your family kidnapped me!

But something about the way he was looking at you—like he was hurting just from seeing you upset—made your breath catch.

You clenched your fists. "...No. I’m not."

His jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides like he wanted to punch a wall—or worse, like he wanted to hold you but didn’t know if he was allowed.

"You—" His voice caught. He exhaled through his nose, composing himself before trying again. "You don’t understand."

Your eyes narrowed. "Understand what, Nicolò? That you let your mother steal me? That I’m being held hostage in your house?"

His expression twisted.

Then, before you could react, he moved.

Fast.

He was in front of you in an instant, his large frame towering over yours. One of his hands slammed against the door beside your head, caging you in. The other reached for your wrist, wrapping around it—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough that you couldn’t pull away.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

His eyes, those sharp, ice-blue eyes, burned into yours.

"You think I wanted this?" His voice was low, rough, almost shaking. "You think I wanted them to touch you? To take you before I could—before I—"

He cut himself off, his breath ragged.

You swallowed hard. "Before you what, Nicolò?"

His fingers twitched against your wrist.

His lips parted like he was going to answer—but he hesitated. His breathing was heavy, his jaw tight.

Then, quietly—so softly it sent a shiver down your spine—he whispered:

"Before I could make you mine."

Your stomach dropped.

His grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over your pulse. He could feel how fast your heart was racing. His expression darkened, something dangerously close to satisfaction flickering across his face.

"You don’t get it, cara mia." His voice was almost gentle now, a sick contrast to the possessiveness dripping from his words. "You were never safe outside. They were watching you. Waiting for an opportunity."

His free hand rose, his knuckles grazing your cheek.

"I was the only thing keeping you safe."

Your breath hitched.

His fingers trailed down to your jaw, tilting your chin up so you couldn’t look away.

"You hate me now," he murmured. "That’s fine. You can hate me all you want." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, slow, deliberate. "But you belong to me, whether you like it or not."

Your entire body tensed. "I belong to no one."

His expression flickered—hurt, frustration, something deeper—but it was gone in an instant. Instead, his lips curved into something that made your blood run cold.

A smirk.

"Say that again in a few months," he murmured, voice almost teasing. Almost sweet.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

"We’ll see if you still believe that then."

And just like that, he let go.

You stumbled back, heart hammering, but he just straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders like nothing had happened.

His cold mask was back in place.

He turned away from you, walking toward the door.

"I’ll have someone bring you food," he said casually, as if he hadn’t just claimed you as his own. "Get some rest."

You gritted your teeth. "I’m not staying here."

Nicolò stopped.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

Then, slowly, he turned his head to the side—just enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"You don’t have a choice, amore."

And with that, he walked out, locking the door behind him.

This is inspirated by c.ai bot and it was made by @Strawberry_88

[allurilove]

Yandere Classmate x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Headcanons of stalking, obsessive behavior, unhinged man lowkey, sexual fantasies, perverted and lewd behavior, stealing, male masturbation, gender neutral reader, grumpy x sunshine,

*He has no name, and is only referred to as “your classmate” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This yandere classmate is different from the other one I have wrote about. Here is the second part! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: You wish on a shooting star for a boyfriend. Your classmate has an unhealthy obsession with you, he’s almost entranced, and he follows you around like a lost puppy. He doesn’t know what you have done to him, but he won’t let you go. No, he’ll hunt you down and make sure you’ll stay with him forever.

When you wished to be in a relationship with a man that was utterly obsessed with you— joking or not joking— the universe heard you loud and clear.

It was like he was here on earth just to be with you. Every single part of his body was screaming, clawing, and dragging his feet towards you. It was hard to get close, and near damn annoying that you were surrounded by your friends all the time.

Your classmate was entranced the moment you walked past him, and whenever you did and he heard your sweet laugh… his legs immediately made him get up from his spot to follow you.

You were just the sweetest being he has ever seen. Always nice and kind to others, even if they didn’t deserve it. He felt like he had a responsibility to protect you from assholes that would take advantage of you.

He began to follow you around. Listening in to your conversations, and he would take mental notes of what would make you laugh. He was determined to make you smile, to make you laugh harder than that fool in front of you.

He gave up on his education to pursue you. I mean he was learning… just happened to skip some of his classes to sneak into yours. You were a more interesting subject anyways. He would sit somewhat far away, and switch it up every time. He didn’t want you to notice him, not yet anyways.

Your classmate really wanted to sit next you, or maybe offer to buy you lunch. When you went to the bathroom, and left your cup on the table, there was a faint lip mark on it. He gulped, his hand slowly reaching for it. If he couldn’t kiss you soon, this was the next best thing. He pressed his lips where yours were previously, his tongue flicking the rim. He savored your saliva, and out of adrenaline he decided to keep the cup all together.

Whenever you were gone, or didn’t come to school that day, he had to visit your locker. It was after gym class, and no one was around as he leaned in to sniff at the little vents. Your scent had been brewing in there for a couple of hours, and he groaned.

He desperately tried to lap up every scent — he inhaled and licked the air— his hands palming the tent in his shorts. If only he knew your locker combination.

Your classmate pulled his shorts down, and his boxers followed suit. He finally freed himself from his confinements, and he rubbed his hand up and down his length. He masturbated at the thought of you often. He only needed an image of you, a scent, or an item of yours. Either way, his dick would be in his hands, twitching and cumming.

When he wasn’t stalking you and literally trying to learn everything about you, he took the liberty to primp himself. He wanted to look good for you after all. He would wake up early, shave and even wax his body clean of body hair, cut his nails, and do shit to his cuticles. He went to the barbershop and got a new hair cut, and made sure his face was clean and shaven. If that wasn’t your thing he would grow it all out.

He was a bit hesitant to do much with his lower body. But he sucked it up and made sure to trim down there too. He wasn’t used to shaving, and had to buy a couple of bandaids. A sanrio bandaid near his crotch.

And he realized he was deeply out of shape. Shit. When you were running on the tracks, so was he. He had to hold his breath to hide his deep and hard breathing. He soon found out he shouldn’t have done that.

You came over to him after he briefly passed out cold on the ground. He slowly opened his eyes, and you came into the view, and he saw a tiny bit up your shorts. That was enough for him to go into a frenzy.

He bought all of the fruits he could find, he read on the internet that the best way to eat someone out, and practice, was to use fruit. The peaches juices were dripping down his neck as he continued to tongue, and devour the hole. He imagined that he was on the ground and you were sitting on his face, his arms would lock you down onto him, making you put your full weight on him. Suffocate him for all he cares, he just wanted to hear you say his name. Or at least acknowledge that he exists.

He isn’t popular like you are, but he has his own group of friends. And by friends, he means your siblings. The only natural way to get close to you, was through your family after all. Plus, if you two were to get married, he already had an in with the family.

It also meant he could see your room. He snuck away for a minute to examine where you slept. He slowly knelt down, his hips aligned with corner of the mattress, and he digs his face into your sheets. His hands gripped the soft plush of your blanket, his cock rubbing against the corner. He whined as wanted more, he just wanted to bury himself deep inside you, and feel your warmth around him. He bets that it would feel like heaven.

Your classmate quickly retracted as he felt a tiny wet spot growing on his pants, his face flushed as he sat back down onto his ass. When he does so, his hands land on a piece of fabric. Out of instinct his hands curl around it and he picked it up, he inspected it and his eyes widens. Your underwear. In his hand.

His hand was tightly gripped around his mouth and the other was around his cock. His back was arched and he locked himself away in your bathroom. He loved the feeling of your underwear rubbing on his tip, and his hips snapped against his hand. He closed his eyes and he imagined you were giving him a handjob instead. Fuck, he just needed to smell you instead. He smelled your underwear, as he climaxed, his cum dribbling on the floor.

When you applied for college, he did too. He found out every single one you wanted to go to from your siblings. He got waitlisted. You got accepted. It wasn’t even a straight up rejection, it wasn’t a yes, and it was just a damn maybe.

He winced, his eyes almost closing as he smiled for the picture. It turned out alright and he paid the fee. A couple of months later, he got his passport in the mail. He booked his flight, and he lied right to your face. He convinced you to get an apartment with him instead of going to a dorm, and he followed you around campus, even though he doesnt have a single class there.

Allure: This is a bit of a different format from how I usually write, and idk how to feel about it lol! Here’s the c.ai link: https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ondwnvhr

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! who you met in med school.

it’d never really been your dream to attend, but nonetheless you found yourself strolling through the halls with a disheartened look on your face. your parents were happy, which is all that mattered, and you leant against the wall with a sigh.

he saw you there, he walked past you and said nothing. you watched his figure trail past, the neatness of his hair from where it rested near his shoulders, the sound of his shoes scratching across the floor. there was nothing remarkable about him.

he was in a few of your classes. you caught him staring every so often but you figured he did that to everyone. for the first lesson, your teacher tasked you with a game of bingo that enabled you to talk to others, to find someone who matched the criteria, and he had barely wasted a second before joining your side.

“you’ve always wanted to work in the medical field?” he asked, his voice soft as his pen lingered near his page. you nodded your head and his eyebrow creased before he crossed the box off anyways.

he pointed towards your sheet, to where the words ‘has stayed overnight in a hospital’ were written and you scribbled lightly over the box.

“funny story actually. i’d been trying out different medicines but i didn’t think about the effect they’d all had.” he told you.

you stared at him for a moment, forcing a laugh to bubble up towards your throat. you could tell he was trying to keep the conversation going, but his story was disturbing if anything. you thought him fitting into the story, forcing himself to gag on different tablets as his hands shook and bile ran past his lips.

a few moments after, he seemed bored by your lack of commentary and left.

it (sadly) wasn’t your last time seeing him. he didn’t seem to care much for talking with you after that, but he hadn’t lost interest in you either.

you wondered what part of you it was that seemed to interest him. you hoped to be rid of it soon, to stop having the feel his eyes peering at you as you took out the simplest tasks. he was the type to watch you struggle, to see things fall out of your hands and watch as you scrambled to get them rather than to help.

“you’re losing sleep.” he told you once, placing a small bottle upon your desk.

“here. it helps me to fall asleep when i can’t stop thinking about…” he eyes trailed over you. you awkwardly decided to stare at the pause in his lips before looking back at his face as he found his words again.

“homework.” he completed. he picked the bottle again to do a small juggle with them before tossing them into your hands and walking away. you inspected the bottle, shaking them to find they were filled with pills, sleep pills, but found a small number scribbled onto the back.

you threw it away without a care. you felt his eyes staring at you as you did so, turning around an offering him a smile before taking your seat again.

he felt his eyes curling up into a smile once you’d turned away to finish you work. there was a blush rising to his face as he looked over at your hunched up form, the pen twirling in your hand. you were so cute. he had soo much planned for you.

[millyondollarpussy]

I found your Vlog on a whim and I'm obsessed omg😭. Do you think you could write about a yandere student council president who leaves a love letter to our reader for valentine's day, and the reader just tosses it in the trash or gives it to someone else after scraping their name off the letter

(ik I'm evil but I want to see his reaction- MUAHAHHA)

Yandere! Student Council loser x Uninterested girl queen pussy boss darling 🫧🌸✨💋

Not proofread-

You have no time for boys.

Especially the one who’s the student council president(those political science guys are crazy BEWARE!!!)

You were a referee thinking it would be a good idea for a girl to represent the student body. Bring back matriarchy they say but guess who won? This fleshlight. What a loser.

He honestly only ran to be in proximity to you- he didn’t actually plan to win but it’s whatever. He’s signed his fate in doom.

It’s Valentine’s Day. A day you might personally hate. All this capitalistic bs that promotes cheap materials to pronounce one’s love for the sneaky link they aren’t even tagging on Instagram. You did not subscribe romantically.

Now you may not believe in it but he does. He more so believes in any excuse to be a ferret and try to weasel his way into your heart and what better way than Valentine’s Day :D

He spends all night writing you a beautiful letter. Not even gonna lie bro was watching calligraphy asmrs and tutorials for a good week practicing his hand to be worthy of your gaze-

He works up the courage and times it perfectly so no one knows it’s him and pops it through the slit of your locker. And now we wait.

It’s third period by the time you get back to your locker going to grab a granola bar for a friend when you see it. This red enveloped love letter.

You grab it forgetting the granola bar momentarily and rip that sucker open. As much as I love agony I do love words of affirmation,

It reads some bullshit like,

“I always notice you when you walk through the halls. I’m sorry I’m not much of a sight for sore eyes. I hope one day you look at me and have even a glimpse of what I feel for you. Maybe you know who I am. I hope not. Your eyes are so beautiful. I’ve never seen a color form the way it does when the lights hits you.”

Or some bumbly bs. You read it cringe out because any boy who wrote this is as horrible as his prose and rip it in half.

Just like that you ripped his heart in two as well but I think it lowkey turned him on because now he knows he has to work harder to hit a chord. Hey- maybe if he does bad enough you’ll hit him… then he can have a memory of you touching him.

[this-blog-screams]

Why we love

Yandere! Classmate x gn!reader

A/n: a classic, 1.7k words, proofread this time :]

Synopsis: After getting rid of a rival, Aki is stranded in the school because of the rain. Then he met you as you kindly offered to walk him home in your umbrella. He would have never expected to change his object of desire by the end of the day.

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Aki looks out of the school’s entrance, it was 6pm and the rain started to pour. He had no umbrella and there was practically no other student around to ask for help. But even if there were, he probably won’t ask for their help nor would they help a kid like him. He was the standard creep, sitting at the back of the class, tall and lanky with unkempt hair. The outcast, that one kid no one dared to sit with. He didn’t care though–He couldn’t care less as long as she was here he could go through anything. 

With his thoughts spiraling, he didn’t notice the presence behind him.

“It’s pouring pretty hard isn’t it?” A voice spoke up beside him, he whipped his head around.

He saw a person–a student, he never quite noticed before beside him. Were they a classmate? Someone else? Did they witness what he did earlier… Aki examines the person in front of them and notices a red band in their arm; a member of the student council.

“You don’t look like you have an umbrella with you, wanna walk home together?” they offered casually as if they weren’t asking the class outcast to walk home together, Aki was stunned of course. But they showed him their folded umbrella, a smile adorned their face and warmth was practically radiating from them. Aki was speechless, no one had ever been this kind to him before;he couldn’t find it in himself to reject such an offer.

“You’re very tall, you know! I never really noticed it up until now” you brought up literally struggling to keep your hand high to reach his head. Even if you’re pretty tall, the guy was taller than you; his tall stature adding to his already creepy demeanor “Can you hold up the umbrella instead? It looks like you won’t have any trouble doing so..?”

Aki looks at you and without a word, he reaches out to hold the umbrella between both of you.

….

Aside from the loud rain, it was quiet between you two. It was awkward, you guys were practically strangers before this despite being in the same class together. Half of yourself didn’t mind the silence but half of you think this is the perfect time to connect with Aki. Afterall, not a lot of people are close with him–scratch that no one was close with him. You shook off the thought, the solemn silence made you wonder why he was at school so late.

“Mn,.. now that I think about it, Why were you at school so late?” you ask the male beside you. Looking up at him expecting a reply, but you get none so you decide to tell him yours instead.

“Student council work has kept me this late at school, that damn vice president is all to blame! always neglecting her work.” you explain, recalling the moment she shrugged off a lame excuse and then went to entertain her girls. Because of that, you had to stay overtime at the council room. 

You look up at Aki beside you, he seems unfazed but listening. Content with that, you keep the one-sided conversation between you. 

Despite being a little annoyed, listening to you talk kept Aki from his thoughts spiralling again. He didn’t tell you but he was at school so late so he could kill that pest flirting with his darling. With a fake love letter; consider it a dirty trick sure, but he knew that desperate scum would fall for that. Surely enough when the clock hit 6pm the guy was dead, disposed of and missing. Another step closer to his darling. 

That’s why he was so shocked to find there was still someone else at school. He thought about killing you too but when you offered to walk home together; you managed to shock him again. He couldn’t stand any other person but his darling; so he doesn’t quite know why he complied with walking with you. Maybe, it’s not so bad.

“Wow the rain isn’t letting up, when do you think it’s going to stop?” You asked him but the question was more to yourself. Learning that he wouldn’t let any reply other than a simple ‘m’ or a shrug. That’s alright though, at least he was listening?

The train was full with people going home, minding their business. You were sitting beside two people and Aki was in front of you standing with his hand gripping the handles above. You actually offered him the seat first but he declined, muttering something about the least he could do.

You two reached the street where you learned both of you lived. It was a relief because that means you wouldn’t have to travel far to reach your own house. But all this travelling made you a little hungry so you asked Aki if you could stop at a convenience store located near the road.

The automatic door opens for you two as the familiar chime of the store rings. Aki followed you through the isles listening to you ramble about some brand of instant noodles and how you can’t really eat noodles at your house and then some more. You bought two and ushered him to try it out as well, winking at him and saying it was your treat.

Aki looks down at the noodles cooking in front of him, the lid is closed with chopsticks on top. You sat down beside him with your own noodles cooking. Both of you were the only customers in the convenience store aside from the employee working behind the counter. With the close proximity you both have brought by shared seats, he couldn’t help but feel like this is a… date?

He shook his head in denial, both of you were practically strangers! He doesn’t even know your name and besides you weren’t his darling, so this isn’t counted right? Aki couldn’t deny how nice this feels though, despite his reputation and his unwillingness to talk; you walked with him and felt comfortable enough to share some things about your life.

He can’t help the small blush that crept to his pale cheeks. His posture was slouched and his head hung low that subtly turned to look at you talk. His mouth pressed into a thin line.

‘This was nice.. You were nice.’ He thinks as he listens to you talk about something else. More focused on his thoughts about you than what you were saying. But…

Wouldn’t he be cheating on his darling..?

You both finished your noodles and the rain stopped a while earlier in your feast. Aki got up insisting to take both of the plastic bowls to the trash while you got up and collect your things. You wait for him in front of the store and he walks up to you hastily and stumbles a bit on the way. You let out a soft, breathy laugh but no words were exchanged as you both began walking to the direction of his house. 

You didn’t really need to walk together now that the rain stopped, but it was a bit awkward to move away now. You figured as the class rep and council president, you should at least make sure your fellow classmate made it home safe. And that’s exactly what you did, despite Aki’s reputation in the class; you found him and his small replies calming to be with.

Reaching Aki’s apartment block, you both went up the stairs to get to his unit. As you reach his door, Aki gets his keys but stops midway after fumbling his doorknob a bit. 

“Woah your place is near mine, that’s a relief” You mention as you look around the dim apartment, all the units seem to have their lights closed and the place seems a little unkempt but it was a fine condition to live in. As your eyes continue their exploration of the place, you hear Aki’s keys stop jingling.

“..What’s your name..?” He asks you, not looking up from where he was looking. You looked at him stunned at his question but you told him anyway.

“It’s [y/n]? We’re in the same class” you say casually with a small smile. Aki nods subtly and then turns to you. Muttering your name as if trying to remember it in his tongue.

“Well.. uhm.. Goodbye [y/n]” he mutters out quietly to you as a familiar click of the door opening is heard between you two. You bid your farewell to him and went down the stairs, Aki looks at your shrinking form from the balcony. Watching your every move. As if feeling his eyes yet to leave you, you turn around and see him just standing over the balcony, not even leaning against the rails.

“See you tomorrow Aki! And make sure to remember my name this time” You joke as you wave at him from the parking lot. He waves a bit too, and that was enough for you to take your leave.

“See you.. [y/n]” He says quietly. Looking at the spot you were at earlier. 

Aki rushes inside his apartment, locking it behind himself hastily as he turns around and slides down against the door. Sitting down on the floor where all the shoes were, it was a little wet from the rain but he couldn’t care less.

He vigorously puts a hand to his mouth, a big, red blush covered the entirety of his face and his eyes looked like they were at the brink of ecstasy. Aki looked lovesick–he couldn’t think of his ‘darling’ anymore, right then and there he decided. You were the one, you were his other half, his soulmate. And you clearly showed reciprocation to him.. So that must mean.. You two were meant for each other? Both of his hands were on his face now, trying hard to hold his head that was heavy at the thoughts of you. A smile crept on his face– he let himself fall, fall more into the abyss of his love. Anything he did for Kaori was behind him now, she never cared for him anyways;considered him a creep like everyone else in class. And now a new angel appeared in his life. A brand new salvation that accepts him for who he is.

He isn’t about to let go now.

[parisgateauxqwerty]

The Knight in Shining Armor(classmate Dean x female reader)

The first time Dean confessed, you thought it was a joke. He stood by your locker, his voice a low tremor, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “I… I think I’m in love with you.” You’d laughed, a soft, dismissive sound, and said, “Yeah, right, Dean. Very funny.”

The second time, he left a note tucked into your textbook. The handwriting was surprisingly elegant, looping and sincere. You’re the only light in this grey world. Please, be my girlfriend. You crumpled it and tossed it in the recycling bin, a faint unease prickling the back of your neck.

The third, fourth, and fifth times became a blur. He’d find you after class, between periods, his dark, intense eyes pleading. “Just one chance. That’s all I need.” Your rejections grew firmer, colder. “Dean, no. It’s never going to happen. Please leave me alone.”

Then came the day you cut through the empty parking lot behind the school. The sky was the colour of bruised peaches, and the air was crisp. You never saw them coming until it was too late. Three older students, their faces set in cruel sneers, fanned out, blocking your path.

“Well, look who it is,” the leader sneered. “Think you’re too good for everyone, huh?”

Your heart hammered against your ribs. You backed away, but the cold brick wall of the school met your back. There was nowhere to run. One of them shoved you, your backpack scraping against the rough surface. Tears of fear and frustration welled in your eyes. This was it.

“Leave her alone.”

The voice was quiet, but it cut through the tense air like a shard of ice. And there he was. Dean. He stood at the mouth of the alley, his posture unnervingly calm.

“Get lost, freak,” the leader barked. “This isn’t your business.”

“She is my only business,” Dean said, his voice still low, but with a new, terrifying edge. He started walking towards them, his steps measured and sure.

They turned on him. A fist connected with his jaw, a sickening crack echoing in the confined space. He grunted . He took the blows, one after another, a brutal, calculated endurance test. He didn’t fight back to win; he fought to protect, placing his body as a shield between you and them. You saw the pain etched on his face, the way he winced as a kick landed in his ribs. In that moment, with his lip split and bleeding, a dark bruise already blooming on his cheekbone, he looked less like a victim and more like a martyr, a knight in tarnished, bloodied armour.

And then, something shifted. As one of the bullies drew back his fist for another blow, Dean’s head snapped up. His gaze, which had been so soft when it looked at you, became utterly void of emotion.

“If you touch her again,” he whispered, the sound carrying an unnatural weight, “I will unmake you. Piece by piece.”

The air grew cold. The bullies, who moments before had been so confident, faltered. They saw something in his eyes that you, from your vantage point, could not. A bottomless, insane darkness. They stumbled back, muttering curses, their bravado completely shattered. They turned and fled, their footsteps echoing into the dusk.

Silence descended, broken only by your ragged breaths and Dean’s pained hiss as he leaned against the wall. He was a mess. His uniform was torn, his face a canvas of cuts and blossoming bruises.

“D-Dean,” you stammered, rushing to his side. “Oh my god, your face… you’re hurt!”

He waved a dismissive hand, then winced. “It’s nothing. As long as you’re safe.” He looked at you, and the terrifying void in his eyes was gone, replaced by that familiar, overwhelming adoration. “I told you I’d always protect you.”

Tears streamed down your face freely now, but they were no longer tears of fear. They were tears of overwhelming gratitude and a seismic shift in your perception. All the annoyance, the unease, the fear you’d felt towards him melted away, replaced by a profound, heart-wrenching guilt and tenderness. He had endured all that pain, for you. He had been your hero when no one else was there.

“Why… why would you do that?” you whispered, your hand trembling as you reached out to gently touch his uninjured cheek.

“Because I love you,” he said, his voice raw with pain and conviction. “I will always love you. More than anything in this world.”

And in that vulnerable, emotionally charged moment, your walls crumbled to dust.

“Okay,” you whispered, the word feeling both terrifying and right.

His eyes widened. “Okay… what?”

You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding for a completely new reason. “Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

A smile broke across his battered face, radiant and triumphant. He ignored his own pain and pulled you into a tight, desperate embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his school uniform, blood, and the faint, clean scent that was uniquely him.

He whispered into your hair, his voice a fervent prayer. “Finally, you’re mine.”

You held him tighter, completely unaware that just an hour earlier, in that same alley, Dean had calmly handed a wad of cash to those very same “bullies.”

“Make it look real,” he’d instructed, his voice devoid of all emotion. “Don’t actually hurt her. But hurt me. A lot. I need her to see.”

As he held you now, feeling your body melt against his, feeling the final surrender he had orchestrated with such brutal precision, his smile was one of pure, unadulterated bliss. And you, touched and grateful, would never know that the knight in shining armour had also been the one who hired the dragon.

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