(they/them) Hello, you can call me Yanon. I want to be completely anonymous in every way, so if you recognize me and my art style, please quietly enjoy the works and don't mention who I may be. I write yandere headcanons, scenarios & stories, and I hope you like them.
Hi, you can call me Yanon. Please refer to me with they/them pronouns. I'm new to Tumblr so I'm not familiar with tags, features and norms around here. I don't want people to know who I am. But I want to share my stories.
LGBTQIA+ , NEURODIV FRIENDLY.
I plan to only post my Yandere stuff here. I don't have many fandoms and I don't really write for fandoms to, again, conceal who I am. But please don't feel scared to ask me anything in my mail, I'll answer happily!
BLOG WARNINGS ⚠️
— Mentions of STALKING, NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, KIDNAPPING, OBSESSION & MANIPULATION, GORE & BLOOD.
OH THE IRONY!!! Despite being centered on Yandere stuff... I won't be writing Rape/most non-con stuff for the most part. Please expect the things I make to generally be on the more societally acceptable side as far as yandere stuff goes. I know, sorry, it's just my morals.
I initially just came on this place to post and dip, but the irl yandere stuff keeps popping up 😩 wtf is this? I have never seen this, never even in like 2012 or 2017 when yanderes were pretty boom. It's getting much, i might just uninstall the app then come back when I have an itch.
I wish yandere gals had as much content diversity as yandere guys did. Feels like they're usually limited to the same few repeated tropes without any unique flairs, but yandere guys have such cool diverse artstyles, stories yada yada... I don't care if it's straight, sapphic, ambiguous, platonic. But maybe I should stop complaining and do it myself. Heheeehe
I'm trying to make one sprite sketch per day (I have 50+ planned), and these are the most recent ones! I like how expressive Tatsu is; he's fun, while characters like Yuuta and Yotsuya are easier to draw.
sfw warnings: gn!reader, mentions of violence, typical soft yandere content, stalking, overprotective behavior, manipulation, mentions of murder. / nsfw warnings: masturbation, idk he jerks off in your bed while you're at work.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who isn't used to people paying attention to him... he's just a sidekick, after all, why would anyone ever think about him when the hero is right there?
it's not something that's ever bothered him. he saves people because it's what's right, he doesn't care about the fame and glory. the hero handles the spotlight way better than him, he's content with his role as a sidekick. he doesn't need anything more.
but then he saves you from some falling debris during a massive fight in the city, and you looked at him like you'd seen him. you were clinging onto him for dear life, refusing to let go even after he'd taken you a safe distance away from the danger.
you're shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down your face as you thank him over and over again. it was nothing special, and after reassuring you that you were fine, he left to help other civilians.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who, for some reason, can't get you out of his head. it's not the first time he's been thanked before, and it certainly won't be the last, but for some reason, your gratitude is sticking with him.
it's confusing, but it's not something he should be worrying too much about. you were one of many, so he'd never see you again. at least, that's what he thought. but another attack on the city had you falling into his arms, quite literally.
he cracked a lame joke, one that he wanted to kick himself for because wow, dude, not funny. horrible timing, too. but you laugh at the joke. you're shaking, scared, and clinging to him like he's you're saving grace (because... he is...? huh...), but you still laughed at his joke. you even joked back! that's like... not what he was expecting, honestly.
he takes you someplace safe, away from all the carnage the hero and villain were causing in their fight. he'd planned on leaving you, to hurry back and help anyone else, but... for some reason, he found himself not wanting to leave.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who stumbles over his words asking for your name. he commits it to memory the moment you tell him, repeating it over and over in his head as he tells you his. "kostas nikolaou, at your service," he had said with a dramatic bow, going as far as to press a kiss against the back of your hand. if he gets to hear you laugh like this again in the future, then he'll gladly make a fool of himself.
he takes you home that night, and his hero counterpart questions him on his disappearance the following day. kostas just smiles, his heart racing just at the thought of you. it had completely slipped his mind to ask for your number, but he knows where you live.
it... wouldn't be too awkward if he planned out the next time he could bump into you, right? just so he can get your number! and maybe take you out for some coffee, or dinner, or... whatever. it's not stalking, he just needs to figure out your schedule so he can run into you.
and when he decides to bump into you just outside of the bookstore a few blocks away from your apartment, you were delighted to see him. the smile you threw his way had him feeling lightheaded, and he'd nearly forgotten to ask for your number because of it.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who texts you nonstop after getting your number. when he's not busy doing hero stuff, he's talking to you in some way. he asks all about you. your place of work, your favorite movies, places you like to go out to. anything you tell him, he's quick to write down in his notes app. kostas didn't want to forget anything.
it took him almost a month before he asked if you had a boyfriend. the question had been eating at him, and he was praying to the universe that you were single. his heart broke when you told him that you'd been in a happy relationship with some guy for almost a year now. he wanted to be happy for you, you had someone in your life who deeply loved you. but that someone wasn't him.
and yeah, maybe he's being dramatic, and maybe he's falling for you too quickly to be considered normal or healthy, but kostas didn't care. you're the first person in his life to see him, and not some dumb sidekick for a hero. he needs you, needs your gaze to chase after him, needs you to think about nobody but him.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who starts thinking of ways to get you to break up with your boyfriend. he feels guilty for wanting to ruin your relationship, but you have to understand, it's for your own good! sure, you love your boyfriend, but he could never protect you like kostas can! what if somebody breaks into your apartment and he's not around to protect you? kostas is always around! he can protect you, your boyfriend can't.
he never goes through with any of the ideas his brain comes up with, though. kostas... isn't sure if he can just murder someone. his entire life revolves around saving lives, and protecting people. murder wasn't something he'd ever given much thought. at least, that's what he liked to tell himself, at least.
but the universe must've been on his side, because a villain ends up attacking a part of the city that your boyfriend just so happened to be at. kostas found him barely clinging to life, buried in rubble. he could hear you screaming for your boyfriend, somewhere just down the street. it had been a split second decision, but... kostas broke his neck.
the scream that came from you when you finally forced your way through the barricade set up was one kostas never wanted to hear again. he caught you when your legs gave out, shielding you from the corpse of your lover, whispering words of comfort despite being the one who had killed the man. you didn't need to know that.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who refuses to leave your side after the death of your boyfriend. you were totally out of it, going through the motions of life without fully being present. it left you vulnerable, and there was no way kostas could leave you alone in such a state. he practically moves into your place, and you don't fight him on it.
he's more than happy to cool and clean for you, remembering all the things you've told him you liked and working extra hard to cook them to perfection. it takes a while before you start to be yourself again, and it starts off small. you laugh a little when he cracks a terrible joke, your gaze no longer as far off as it used to be.
kostas doesn't miss the way your gaze starts to linger. the way you sit a bit too close to him on the couch, and the way you take any excuse you can to touch him. he'd be lying if he said this wasn't his plan all along, because it was. it's wrong, but if it means you'll look at him the way you used to look at your boyfriend, then he doesn't care.
he's certain that with enough time, the feelings you have for him will become truly genuine. you won't even remember ever loving that boyfriend of yours, not with kostas around.
♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who sneaks into your room early one morning after you'd left for work. he's been so patient, waiting for you to make a move. he knows you want him, he sees the way you stare when he walks around the place shirtless. the guilt of moving on kept you from doing anything, as annoying as it was. but kostas wouldn't force you.
still, he had needs. it'd been so long since he's done anything, and today was his breaking point. you had looked so pretty, sipping on some coffee while helping him make breakfast. he just couldn't stop staring at your lips. he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to know what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around his dick.
that single thought had him laying in your bed, his face buried in your pillow, taking deep breaths as he fucked his fist. he imagined that you were the one touching him, your scent invading his senses as he groaned. he wonders how you'd react if you saw him like this, biting his lip until it was bleeding as he pictured your flustered expression.
kostas cums with your name on his tongue, breathing heavily. he's still hard, his body craving for more. just... one more round, and then he'll wash your sheets.
CW: Petplay, owner-captive dynamic(?) which is mostly willing or roleplay, light threats, suggestive, ... optional ONE nsfw at the very bottom
♡ Yan!Owner who ... expects you to greet them with a smile and takes certain steps to ensure you know what's expected behavior.
♡ Yan!Owner who ... brings back home the most basic items or gifts home. Wants you to marvel at what was once normal, now a luxury.
♡ Yan!Owner who ... Literally has an entire cage just for you, along with other fancy brandings like an engraved leashed collar, harnesses, and treats for compliance.
♡ Yan!Owner who ... Makes sure you're in line and don't step out. You're all bark until they interject. Bite and see what happens.
♡ Yan!Owner who ... Tells you about his day, and how you're the most behaved one compared to all else. You don't scream (as much) like those swines who kept crying about "how painful them bludgeoning their skulls was".
♡ Yan!Owner who ... doesn't tolerate lies or secrets. Very curious and wants to know everything. Will bribe, threaten or condition into spilling everything (your call).
♡ Yan!Owner who ... can lose their temper and end up lashing out, but you're allowed out of your cage and if lucky, even taken out for a walk in the park as an apology for the sudden outburst!
♡ Yan!Owner who ... Was very excited the first time they saw you in a collar.
♡ Yan!Owner who ... is so condescending yet sweet. Treats you like you're inferior but still expects you to handle his "complex" and struggled way of affection.
♡ Yan!Owner who ... didn't intend on keeping you as a pet at first. After some time, the idea popped up. (Whether it was the way you acted, influence from friends or media, etc...)
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Hope you like it. As always, requests are open.
ADDITIONAL NSFW PROMPT...
I don't do these often... I swear!
♡ Yan!Owner who ... likes when you howl like a bloody werewolf and sink your clawed nails into his back. The puppy whimpers are to die for too...
Trying to block the irl tag for yan stuff because it's so uncomfortable but nothing is working because I'm so uneducated on what tags they use (+ the ones I've added and are common in their posts DONT WORK?!)
Well if you're taking requests, I would like to see some more of the guy if the first stuff, something cute would be swell!
First! Thank you for liking him. I'm sure he'd like it. Second; his name is Dave, if it's helpful.
He is a really doting boyfriend type, so if you're dating he'd bring you gifts constantly (but take a little something of yours for himself). If not dating yet, he'd try to convince his own unstable self that he won't go crazy without reciprocation. Not one to directly hurt you, but he'll definitely cause some damage with how little regard he has for others to preserve you.
That's basically what the random images I spent 3 days drawing are all about anyway. Thank you for asking again
Dating a narcissist would drive a normal person insane, but to a yandere, your absolute obsession with yourself is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You are arrogant, deeply superficial, and completely convinced that the world revolves entirely around you. You demand constant praise, luxury, and undivided attention. While anyone else would walk away from your ego, he looks at your vanity and falls entirely to his knees. He doesn't want a humble partner; he wants a deity to worship, and he thinks your self-obsession is completely justified because, in his eyes, you are perfect.
He has successfully turned your massive ego into his ultimate trap. Because you love being perceived as wealthy, flawless, and superior, he completely funds your high-end lifestyle without a single complaint. He buys you the designer clothes, the luxury cars, and the expensive jewelry you flaunt to make others jealous. He loves that your vanity makes you entirely financially dependent on him. He will literally bow his head to slip a diamond necklace around your throat, smiling deeply as you stare at your own reflection in the mirror rather than looking at him. "Look how beautiful you are, my love. Only the absolute best for you. No one else could ever provide for you like this."
He handles your constant need for validation by becoming your permanent, 24/7 hype-man. If you spend three hours getting ready just to take a single selfie for social media, he won't complain about the wait. Instead, he will hold the studio lights for you, adjust your hair, and tell you exactly how breathtaking you look from every angle. He will literally create hundreds of fake burner accounts online just to spam your comment sections with compliments and argue with anyone who leaves even a slightly critical remark. He wants your digital world to be a flawless mirror that only reflects your own greatness.
Your complete lack of empathy for other people actually makes his job incredibly easy. If he systematically cuts off your friends, sabotages your relationships with your family, or gets a coworker fired because they were getting too close to you, you don't even notice the isolation. You are too busy focusing on yourself to care that your social circle is shrinking. When you off-handedly complain that people are "dropping out of your life because they're jealous of your success," he will softly stroke your hair and fuel your delusion. "Of course they're jealous, sweetheart. They can't handle how bright you shine. You don't need those basement-dwellers anyway. You just need me to admire you."
He treats your arrogance as a green light to be completely possessive. Because you love being the center of attention, you might casually flirt with a waiter or a bartender just to prove to yourself that you "still have it." A normal boyfriend would get jealous and pick a fight with you. Your yandere boyfriend doesn't blame you at all in his mind; it’s not your fault that you're a masterpiece; it's the waiter's fault for daring to look at his god. The person who caught your eye will mysteriously disappear from their shift the next day, while your boyfriend takes you to an even more exclusive, private restaurant where the staff is strictly instructed to keep their eyes on the floor.
He has a deeply unhinged way of managing your infrequent moments of insecurity. On the rare days where you look in the mirror and feel like you don't look perfect, or when a project you worked on doesn't get the praise you demanded, your ego will completely fracture into a toxic, defensive meltdown. You’ll pace the room, snapping at him, demanding to know if you're losing your edge. He will instantly drop to his knees, wrap his arms tightly around your waist to anchor you, and look up at you with completely wide, consumed eyes. He will recite a terrifyingly detailed list of every single perfect trait you possess, practically praying to you until your ego is safely put back together.
The true genius of this dynamic is that you are completely blind to his dangerous, obsessive nature because your own reflection blocks your view. You think he's just a submissive, deeply infatuated puppy who is lucky to have you. You don't realize that while you are busy staring at yourself in the mirror, he is the one who bought the mirror, built the room, and locked the door from the outside. You are a captive creature in his beautiful golden cage, but as long as the cage is lined with velvet, diamonds, and endless praise, you will gladly sit on your throne and never try to leave.
He treats your absolute selfishness as a twisted form of loyalty. While a normal partner would be deeply hurt that you never ask about his day, never remember his birthday, and completely tune out when he speaks about his own life, he finds it incredibly comforting. Your utter lack of curiosity about him means you never ask where he goes at night, why he has a secondary encrypted phone, or how he uncovers so much private data on your acquaintances. You are too busy talking about your own achievements to notice his red flags, making your self-absorption his perfect camouflage.
He has turned your social media feeds into a highly curated, artificial echo chamber. He knows that your mood for the entire day is dictated by the engagement metrics on your latest posts. To ensure you stay perpetually happy and dependent on the digital high, he runs a private "click farm" out of his office. The moment you upload a photo, thousands of automated bots all programmed with realistic usernames and profile pictures instantly flood your page with likes, shares, and worshipful comments. If you brag at dinner about how "the algorithm finally recognizes your beauty," he’ll just smile warmly, cutting your steak for you. "Of course it does, my love. Quality always rises to the top."
He weaponizes your vanity to completely dictate what you wear and how you present yourself, but he does it by reversing psychology on your ego. If he wants you to wear a specific outfit that he bought, he won't just ask you to put it on. Instead, he’ll casually leave it draped over a chair and murmur, "I bought this piece from an exclusive designer, but honestly... I don't think anyone is elegant enough to pull it off. The lines are too demanding." Your competitive arrogance will instantly flare up. You’ll snap the clothes out of his hands, put them on just to prove him wrong, and strut around the room while he sits back, completely intoxicated by how easily he can manipulate your pride.
The way he handles your "haters" is terrifyingly systematic. Because you have a loud, abrasive personality and love to brag, you naturally attract online critics who call out your narcissism. You’ll throw a massive tantrum at home, pacing the floor and screaming about how "pathetic, jealous peasants" are trying to ruin your image. While you are venting, he is already typing on his laptop. He doesn't just block them; he ruins them. If an online account leaves a viral hate comment on your profile, he will track their IP, pull up their real-world liabilities, and quietly, systematically dismantle their lives, bankrupting their small businesses or leaking their private indiscretions, all while telling you, "See? Karma always strikes the people who try to diminish your light."
He treats your constant financial extravagance as a beautiful reassurance. He loves when you swipe his black card for a spontaneous $20,000 shopping spree because, to him, every transaction receipt is a signed contract ensuring you can never leave his side. If you ever have a rare moment of existential dread where you wonder what you would do if he ever stopped funding you, he will instantly smother the thought. He will pull you onto his lap, surround you with your new designer bags, and press a soft kiss to your jaw. "Don't fill that beautiful head with such silly thoughts, sweetheart. My wealth exists solely to frame your perfection. You don't need a backup plan. You have me forever."
He loves when you use him as an accessory to show off to your peers. At high-society galas or casual parties with old acquaintances, you love to parade him around like a prize trophy flaunting his good looks, his expensive tailored suits, and his unwavering devotion just to make your old friends look pathetic by comparison. He gladly plays the role of the doting, subordinate partner, standing half a step behind you and catering to your every whim in public. He lets you take all the credit, entirely satisfied with the knowledge that while you think you’re showing him off to the world, he is actually supervising your isolation in real-time.
Ultimately, your narcissism makes you completely immune to the horror of his obsession. Even if someone were to pull you aside and explicitly warn you that your boyfriend is a dangerous, unhinged yandere who is tracking your every move and manipulating your entire life, you would completely laugh it off. Your brain would instantly process the warning as a compliment. You’d just look at your reflection, adjust your jewelry, and think, “Well, of course he’s obsessed with me. Look at me. Who wouldn’t lose their mind over someone this perfect?” You have willingly walked into his trap, entirely convinced that his madness is just the natural reaction to your greatness.
When you realize the hot guy is actually a weirdo loser who’s obsessed with you
He’s beautiful. Like actually obscenely beautiful. That beauty where it’s actually serious when you state that’s he’s a once in a lifetime once a generation beauty.
He’s a perfect specimen objectively. He’s tall, perfect eyes, clear skin, he smells good, perfect full healthy hair, good hands and nail beds- he is really built without error. More of a mutation than man.
When you realize that he was just another goony loser discord meme loving Lego building teen just like the rest of them.
His facade drops around you. Which is weird because he wants to impress you more than anyone else in the entire world but he also wants you to degrade him and really mean it?
He’s wants you to think that he’s perfect for you but also wants you to understand the full depth of his loser.
He chases you around, will full on ditch whoever’s he’s talking to or hanging out with to come say hello, even if you ignore him it’s like he has a punchcard of the amount of times he can see you in a day.
“I like him I like that autistic man and would it be weird if I asked him at dinner is you autistic”??? That’s him once you rip off the mask of beauty. He’s a true degenerate. You could gargle mouthwash and spit it into his mouth and he would deadass get a hard on.
He’s the kind of guy you make put on roleplays and make nsfw Christmas cards you keep in a cardboard box to remind him of what a whore he is. Wrap those Christmas lights around him cause he’s hard as wood.
