Yandere boss who hired you under the impression you’d be meek and a perfect little secretary who’d stay late and never talk back. He thought you’d be rather easy to keep under his thumb, to do as you’re told.
Yandere boss who learns quickly that you are not, in fact, meek or soft-spoken, and you have no patience for his power tantrums. In fact, you’re bossier than he is!
Yandere boss That soon he finds himself staying late to help you finish your work because you say it's only right that he fetches your coffee since you're organizing everything else for him. How rude and angry and…oh how he loved the nod of approval you give him
Yandere boss Who's like a loyal puppy you allow to wear a suit, and he's desperate for your attention. He moves your desk inside his own office because he hates the thought of you talking to anyone else. But he knows the thought isn't realistic he's thought about firing a few people many times, though.
Yandere boss That acts so annoyed when you ask him to do a simple ask, but he always has a blush on his face afterwards. Has this experience made him realize that he may like to get yelled at by you? maybe…
Yandere boss That has had many fantasies about what you'd do to him outside of work, you're a sort of drug to him, he gets excited to go to work in the morning and gets sluggish and more irritable at home and in his personal life.
Yandere boss Who needs someone to tell him what to do and how to act he needs you, now if only he'd have an excuse to invite you over to his home.
Losing virginities with you’re pathetic little Yandere
He’s been texting you nonstop for days, heart emojis and “I can’t stop thinking about you” messages. When you finally tell him you want this, his voice cracks over the phone. He shows up at your place with flushed cheeks, hands slightly shaking as he holds a small bag of snacks and drinks “just in case you get hungry after.” The second the door closes he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck and whispering “I’ve wanted this for so long… I still can’t believe you chose me.”
You’re both on the bed, fully clothed at first. He keeps staring at you like you’re unreal, hands hesitant to touch anywhere too intimate. Every time you guide his hand under your shirt he lets out a shaky breath and mutters “You’re so beautiful… thank you (y/n).” His crush is so obvious he’s almost trembling with reverence.
When you finally take his shirt off he’s blushing hard, but the moment his hands slide up your thighs he looks drunk on you. He kisses every inch he exposes like he’s worshiping slow, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, whispering “I love you” between each one. When he reaches your panties he hesitates, not because he doesn’t want to but because he wants to make sure he’s being a good boy and not crossing a line, eyes flicking up for permission, and once you nod he presses his face against you like he’s been starving for your scent.
You explore each other clumsily but eagerly. You get to be the predator, he is gladly the pray. He gets overwhelmed when you touch him, so excited and anxious that you’re finally claiming him, hoping he’s good enough for your taste. hips jerking, soft desperate sounds spilling out. “Wait- ughn slow, please… I’m gonna-” He has to stop you a couple times because he’s too worked up. Every moan you make makes him more obsessed; he keeps saying “That sound… fuck, do it again.”
Missionary so you can see each other. He’s propped on his elbows, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. When he first pushes in he freezes, eyes wide, letting out a broken “Oh my god…” because it feels better than he ever imagined. He keeps stopping to kiss you deeply, whispering “You’re mine now… right? Tell me you’re mine” in that needy, lovesick voice.
His pace is messy and uneven, he thrusts too fast at first from pure excitement, hips rutting against you, you can feel his tip catching on your entrance every time he pulls out. then slows when you gasp, apologizing and nuzzling your neck. You wrap your legs around him and he loses it, burying himself deeper and groaning your name like a prayer. His hands grip you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
When he’s close he gets even more intense: “I love you, I love you so much- I-i can’t hold it—” He comes hard, shaking, pressing as deep as he can while repeating your name. The look on his face is pure bliss mixed with overwhelming emotion.
If you’re on top He’s lying back looking up at you like you’re a goddess. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing your hips, cupping your breasts, eyes locked on your face the whole time. Every time you sink down he whimpers and tells you how perfect you feel, how he’s never going to want anyone else. He comes while staring straight into your eyes, completely undone.
Dim lights, lots of eye contact. He takes forever with foreplay, learning exactly what makes you moan. Learning what makes him moan. When penetration happens it’s gradual lots of “Is this okay?” and “You feel incredible.” “I love you so much- oH my god, mmmhp.” He lasts longer than expected because he keeps pausing to kiss you and ground himself.
He’s even more obsessed after the first time. This round is needier. he’s less nervous, more possessive, sucking marks into your neck while muttering “No one else gets to have you like this.”
He doesn’t pull out immediately. Just stays inside you, arms wrapped tight, face hidden in your neck while he catches his breath and whispers “I’m never letting you go now… you’re stuck with me.” His hands keep stroking your skin like he can’t stop touching you.
Post-sex cuddling is intense. He pulls you against his chest, legs tangled, playing with your hair. “That was the best moment of my life. I love you even more now… does that scare you?” He’s soft and vulnerable but the clinginess is already ramping up, he will probably burst open and spew things you probably should tell someone, offering to get you water, food, anything so you don’t leave the bed. Or him.
Next morning he wakes up first pressing his body against you, trying not to get worked up all over again and just watches you sleep with the biggest heart-eyes. He hopes this means you actually want him. When you wake up he’s already kissing your shoulder, ready for more, whispering how he’s been in love with you for ages and this just proved you two are meant to be.
He thinks this is the beginning of all his fantasies.
He’s going to be even more glued to you afterward, constant texts, wanting to spend every night together, calling you his girlfriend in his head whether you’ve said it or not. If you thought he was bad enough before imagine how a dog is once you throw him a bone.
CW : oneshot only for now, mean! Dom! Fem! Wife, open relationship, technically cheating...?, heel stepping, orgasm denial, no feelings (or is there?), dirty talk, unnamed husband.
For someone who insists he hates you, your husband is a pussy. He acts high and mighty, telling you "Don't get attached with me, I loathe you." On your first night together while sleeping on the leftmost part of the bed, even using a silk sleeping mask like a princess.
God, you despise him. The feeling is very mutual. Who does he think he is? You two are a product of arranged marriage. Apparently he's getting too old for his parents' liking, and yours sold you to this family because apparently they're rich, and could make you happy, they say.
But how did you two end up in this situation then? Him sloppily sucking on your strap while his hands are bound on his back. His eyes are brimming with tears while he looks at you with enlarged, dilated pupils. You pulled his hair back, and smirked down at him.
"This is what you get for having sex in my bed, you idiot." You spat. Technically this is an open relationship. But even open relationships have rules. You don't have sex and get a bed wet with cum and sweat. Can you imagine going back from a week of supervising work abroad, only to see your bitch of a husband pounding another woman on the bed you two shared? You've told him countless times to do it on the many guest rooms you two had.
You two have had sex a few times, actually. All of it is either angry sex or drunk sex. You challenge him in a drinking contest every time the two of you want to rip each other's hair off. After a while, you focused back on the disgusting man in front of you. You've chased away another whore he brought home, and now it's your time punishing him in front of your vanity.
"What? You want to cum?" You toyed on his tip on the carpet below with the tip of your red heel. He moans and so does from the friction, but you only pull on his hair harder. "Dirty mutts don't get to cum, you know?" You cooed sarcastically, before thrusting the strap deeper. You can practically see his throat bulging, and his hands wiggling to be set free, but you're not letting him off the hook so easily today.
After promising him countless ejaculations (and rejecting it mid-way), you finally stepped hard on his weeping tip. He cums a river on the carpet, and you scoffed from the disgust. Sperm is pooling on your shoe, and you make note to tell your assistant to throw the pair out tomorrow.
You finally let go of his hair and it throbbed. Then pulled out the strap and let him fall backward while coughing and moaning in pain. His dick is still hard and pouring little bits of cum and that disgusted you even more. This masochistic man goes off fucking bitches when he's actually a bitch in heat too. You can only shake your head and grab your make up for tomorrow. There's no way you're sleeping in this messy, sex-reeked room.
When your hand is already on the knob, you swore you can hear something from your husband. "[Name], please don't leave." But you figured it's something on your head, because there's no way he's begging for you to stay. He'll be indifferent tomorrow, like always. You two will pretend this never happened and repeat the same cycle in another week at minimum.
Unfortunately, you don't see your husband reaching his head out to look at you. His throat burns, and his knees are bruised for kneeling for so long. But he couldn't help but think that he deserved it. If only you know how much creepy men (at least in his standards) that he already shooed off for you.
"it's worth it."
A/n : thought of Wesker while writing this. But anyone can imagine any character they want!
i love love love pathetic yandere men who cries, kneels, and even grovel on the ground like a dog just to beg an ounce of your love and attention.
he doesn't care if the sharp tiny rocks embed on his knees. he doesn't care if people are looking at him, laughing and taking videos of his pathetic act. oh, is he embarrassing you? he cries a string of sorrys and begs for your forgiveness.
but him clinging, hugging your legs tightly doesn't help. in fact, it only became worse. with your face flushed from embarrassment, you gave in to his wishes and dragged him out of the public eye.
he'd follow you home where his long awaited punishment would take place. you would edge him so many times, it hurts. too close to cumming but he'd never reach his climax. twitching, whining, and crying naked on your sheets, he could do nothing but beg and beg for your mercy.
So… Neglect play. Heavy on the hear me out, guys pls (WAIT WHY IS THIS GIVING PATHETIC YANDERE HUH)
Thinking about a huge brat who loves to run his mouth and fights you on everything you do. No matter how often you’d punish him, he just doesn’t stop. It’s part of his charm, that he’s so stubborn, which led to you getting a little creative with ways to punish him.
“Don’t you think you need some discipline?” You asked, glaring down at him. It took almost half an hour just to get him on his knees, your patience was running thin. “No, I don’t.” He answered flatly, sitting there cross legged with a smug smirk. Can one even call this kneeling? He seems to be very comfortable.
Without noticing, you raised your voice a little, “that’s it, bend over, you definitely deserve punishment.” You patted your lap, feeling your brows twitch when he didn’t move a single inch. “What if I refuse?” The man replied, not even looking up at you. That’s it, you couldn’t deal with his bullshit today.
At first you weren’t even going to be this mean to him, but he really outdid himself this time with getting on your nerves. Which is why you simply sighed, picked up the nearest entertainment object within your reach, and began focusing on it. Ignoring him completely. No eye contact, no touching, and definitely no speaking. The shook that flashed his expression must have been priceless, what a shame that you couldn’t take a look at him.
For the next few minutes, he just waited, sneaking not-so-secretive peeks at you, wondering what was so interesting that you refused to acknowledge his presence. Then, the following minutes were spend sulking like an abandoned puppy. Lips pressed together into a pout, before he squeezed out through gritted teeth, “as if that thing’s more entertaining than me, what a joke.” Despite the comment, you didn’t even flinch, seemingly determined to see this to the end.
Another moment of awkward silence emerged, and he sighed, “this is a waste of time, do something already.” If you wait a little more from now on, that’s when he gets all desperate, all docile, if you may. Hands a breath too shy to truly touch you, lingering around your shin as he cursed under this breath. This was beneath him, to beg for scraps of your attention, but he was starting to feel all flustered!
Suddenly he shifted into a more fitting position, kneeling properly as he averted his gaze. “There, are you satisfied now? Tsk, such a tyrant.” Yet still no reaction, not even the slightest hint of interest. It took almost five minutes until he gave in, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes due to the humiliation. Cheeks flushing as he tried to shallow his shame, but to no avail. In the end, he couldn’t take this anymore and broke down piece by piece.
Starting by wrapping his arms around your leg, mumbling softly, “I’m sorry… okay? I’ll—” his Adam’s apple bobbed, showing his hesitation before he continued, “I’ll be good from now on… so look at me.” No response, nothing. “You are insufferable, urgh, why do I even bother?!” Look at that, another burst of anger, he must feel really pathetic right now, on the verge of begging for something that was never a problem until now.
Then, he began seeking your attention in earnest. Placing his head in your lap as he stared up at you with the most pitiful gaze ever, eyes glassy as they swelled with tears, cheeks an embarrassed red that deepened every time he realised how he was debasing himself for your amusement. All because you were neglecting him a little? He must have been more desperate than he realised. Now the tears he’s been holding back were dripping down his face in earnest, painting him in an even more pitiful light.
“Please.. I’m sorry, just- look at me. Don’t you- don’t you dare to ignore me when I’m already like this.” A silent sob as he tried to press himself closer to you, “I-I’ll be good.. really, I promise, don’t look away again, please…”
I’m at down on my knees begging you for more prn ⭐️ roommate
anything
I just miss him so much
only because I like him too !! I had to reread everything to remember how he acted loool
desc; yandere prn star roommate x reader, signs of manipulation, hidden motives, obsessiveness, general yandere behaviors
Click…… click…. click
A couple of more sounds of refreshing your roommates page occurs. Nothing was popping up, well, his usual videos were definitely there, newer ones from the last time you discovered his page, but that’s not what you were interested in.
It was the video.
You know! The video of the two of you, it’s been a month since you filmed it with him, and he still hasn’t posted it? You weren’t originally going to check how he edited it, or how embarrassing it would be replaying every single sound you made, but you wanted to see how many views it garnered over a month.
Every single video had a thumbnail, the video being blocked by the insanely expensive subscription, that costs an arm and a leg, but none of these were of him or you, so you knew he hadn’t posted it.
“Hey, when are you posting that video of us? I just checked today and you haven’t even posted it yet” You casually ask him, wondering why, weren’t his subscribers so eager to press him for a partner in a video?
“Video? Of us?” He awkwardly chuckles, mimicking a dog that had been caught in the middle of doing something it shouldn’t have. “Ohh!! You mean the the video we took, yeah.. it just, I didn’t really like how it turned out so… I didn’t post it” He shrugs, trying to shoot down the topic while he still has the ability.
“Why didn’t you tell me? What’s wrong with the video” You can’t help but feel a little anxious, your usual confident demeanor sinks now when such a personal thing is mentioned.
“You didn’t do anything wrong! It wasn’t post-able because of the background and I would’ve preferred different positions since the camera angle didn’t turn out that well, just don’t worry about it, I won’t post it” His tone gets a little louder, in a way that you can pick up the irritation and your probing.
He clearly doesn’t want you poking around the video.
“Alright…” You softy say, before heading to your room to relax there. If he wanted to refrain from posting it, then you suppose it would be fine, but you don’t understand what was wrong with it. From what you remember, he was diligently fixing the camera after almost forgetting he had to record. Even guiding you the best positions for the camera.
Sure, you aren’t a natural in-front of the lens but he is, so the fact he had you bent and angled towards the best possible directions for it, made no sense. It was impossible for the video to be ‘under the standard’ when he was the one who directed it!
Maybe you’re overthinking, simply overworking your brain because you’ve had less hours at work, so you’re required to panic about something according to every braincell.
You won’t think about it anymore, it’s not important to you.
But the cash would’ve done you a big favor, and you were too nervous to ask for the money, especially when it wasn’t posted in the first place.
And it’s out of your mind, for one afternoon, until you hear his laptop buzzing as if it were a cricket in the blazing darkness during the summer. You inch towards the laptop, opening it to find a reminder, it was an alarm, a ringtone you’ve never heard.
The alarm was labeled, “daily video”
How more shady could it get, especially after you spoke with him yesterday about it. It could’ve been coincidence, possibly about his page and uploading another thing for his degenerate followers to feast upon, but something in the back of your mind was urging you to check his computer.
The locked computer with no real hint to what might crack open the password.
“Can I borrow your laptop for a work project?”
“Work project? When does your job ever need a laptop?”
“I could just use my coworkers laptop but then I have to go over to his place and his cat isn’t exactly fond of me”
“The password is secretABC240”
“SecretABC240?”
“It’s just a default password, you can use it at home, just don’t take it to someone else’s apartment okay? You don’t need to go over everyday to someone else’s when I have a laptop”
“Got it”
You had a strong feeling the coworker trick would work, especially when he hated the fact they got to see you for 8 hours straight, constantly, and he had the displeasure of having to wait for you to come home.
You unlock the laptop, looking past a few windows to stumble upon exactly what you were looking for, the gallery app->folders->videos, and none of you and him? You know for a fact it was uploaded to his laptop after he recorded it on an expensive camera.
It takes a couple of minutes of digging to finally get your hands on the right folder, labeled <3, it confused you… Why did he label the folder a heart icon? Especially when the folder only contained that passionate video. Did he treasure it or something? You know he’s clingy but, it’s impossible for him to be keeping this video for personal use right?
You decide to test that ideas by saving it to your phone just incase it came in handy, and deleting it from his entire laptop, while also writing up some things from work into a word document so it looked like you were actually diligently typing ideas for your nine to five.
The next day is when your plan would be set into motion, 2:25pm, that’s when the alarm went off. You look at your phone, deciding to use this moment to scroll through your phone.
You hear the tiniest sound of a lock clinking to function its gears, but you don’t hear the rest of the noise that gets blocked out from his room door. His confused mumbles, and rushed clicking, or the sound of his door opening back up after a few minutes to enter your room.
“Hey, when you used my laptop, you didn’t clear any data or delete anything right?” He says clearly agitated, upset about something, and you have a strong feeling you know what it’s about.
“No, I just wrote and brainstormed a document with my coworker” You feign the most innocent sounding tone you could, mimicking a confused person with no clue to what his question might pertain.
“You sure? Cause I’m missing one of my files, it was for work”
“Which one? I don’t think I overrode anything, I just made a document in word” You shrug, your eyes trailing upwards to view his expression, how he reacted with his body.
“It’s just- I can’t find this video, and I know I didn’t delete either, are you absolutely fucking sure you didn’t accidentally do anything?” He groans, frustrated, very irritated at the loss of whatever he had. “It’s just important, and now it’s gone”
You declare you had no idea of any accidental thing, insisting that you had no clue. This only seemed to infuriate him more, that this item could’ve slipped between his fingers, his treasure, his daily ritual!
“It’s fine, it’s whatever I fucking guess” He mumbles, leaving after that, and he comes back a few minutes later, hugging you without break. “Sorry for getting mad at you” He softly speaks, nuzzling his head between your jaw and shoulder, right into the soft skin.
“Maybe I erased it by accident when I cleared a bunch of old folders” He hops into bed with you, wrapping himself around you. “Don’t be mad at me” His palms paw at your waist, wrapping his arm around you while inhaling your scent, the smell of your faded perfume and freshly washed hair.
“Are you upset?” He lightly asks, looking up at you.
“I’m not mad, why would I be mad?” You shrug, acting calm and collected about the topic, despite knowing he’s been using the video for his perverted use every afternoon, like clock work.
The fact he never told you it wasn’t for the public in the first place made you irritated.
“Are you sure?” He looks a little suspicious of your tone, no matter how much you try hiding your irritation, he sees the way your expressions curls into a slightly frown.
“yeah, it’s whatever” You shrug, scooting slightly away from his grasp. His heart breaks, feeling the blood pumping organ clench with a slight sharp pain.
“Okay.. so is there a reason why you’re moving away? You’re obviously upset about something, and you know I hate it when people hide shit from me” He bitterly says, sitting up and crossing his arms, trying to swallow the pain of emotion down his throat.
What did you know? You’re upset about something, and he doesn’t know what the fuck it’s about. It’s driving him crazy not knowing what. It could be anything, he hides so many secrets from you.
He’s itching to find out what’s causing this, did you know something? Was it because he was aggressive and accused you of taking his laptop? It was probably that! Just knowing that you were accused of doing something you didn’t partake in.
“I said I was sorry, stop being upset” He huffs, growing frustrated, but unable to walk away when he knows he’s disappointed you in some sort of way. “Can I buy you something to make you happy? I know you’ve been looking at that new console?”
“Or- or maybe you’re upset because I didn’t give you any money from our video? I know I didn’t end up posting it, but you could’ve still asked for compensation” He sits up, digging through his pocket for his wallet.
A fat wad of cash appears in his hands, he offers it all, putting it in your hands and closing your palm without even asking for confirmation.
“I don’t want your money” You push back the paper value, he freezes, unsure of what to do.
“Just tell me what I did wrong - please, I don’t know what I did! It’s freaking me out not knowing” He bursts into tears, pushing his wallet and cash away, hugging you tightly as he sobs.
Or to be specific, hugging your legs as you stay sat on the bed. “Please, just tell me… I’m sorry for whatever I did, I know I’m always in the wrong” He sniffles, using his sleeve to wipe his tears, his skin flushing in multiple emotions. Confusion, embarrassment, neediness, wanting to know why you were angry.
“You…” you take a pause to sigh, unsure of whether you’d like to admit you knew what he was doing. “You’ve been jerking off to that video we made together, right?” You’ve bluntly state, you feel his sniffles quiet down for a few moments before a soft confession leaves his pink lips.
“yeah….”
“why?”
“I-… I don’t know.. I guess I just..” he mumbles a couple of words, hiding his face as he presses his face into your legs, still on his knees at the edge of the bed where you sat. “I love you a lot.. but I don’t know how to express it… so I pretended my subscribers wanted a video.. but I got jealous, I didn’t want to post it…” he sputters his words, looking up at you with his tear filled eyes.
“I just don’t know how to act around you, I try to be nice but.. I just sputter insults because you tolerate me enough to deal with the way I ask for stuff” he paws at your thigh, as if asking for forgiveness, or at least some sort of approval.
You softly caress his head while he stays kneeling, a long exhale leaves between your lips. You’re a little confused, unsure of what to do, you swore up and down you’d never get with a roommate, believing it was too messy. Yet you have a teary eye pretty boy at your feet, confessing to all his crimes.
“Please don’t- kick me out, or um.. leave me, I really love you, I’m sorry I’ve fucked up so much, I just really really need you” He leans in to your hand, inching to eat up any affection you grace him with.
“I won’t kick you out.. okay? Just start telling me things, and stop being such a brat” you pinch his cheek, his skin reddening as he happily hugs you.
“I will! I’ll start listening! I swear!” He smiles, crying even more as rubs his face into your neck. “I’ll do whatever you want without complaining!”
