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randomthingsicameupwith · 1 year

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yandere murderer x reader

"We’re breaking up," I say to my now ex-boyfriend. Sam looks at you in shock, this hurts to do. I don't wanna do this, but loving him is practically killing you. Everyone, all your friends, say he’s too possessive and clingy; and you agree. His love for you is just too much for you to handle; maybe you're an asshole for breaking up with him. But being with him hurts. You watch the smile on his face drop into a frown. You can feel the tears swelling up in your eyes but you try and hold them back. He reaches out to touch your hand, but you pull away. "y/n what?" he chuckles, clearly to cover up the pain. You can feel his voice break. You take a deep breath before responding, trying to keep your own voice steady. "um, yeah. We're done Sam. This isn’t really working out." The thought of breaking up with him is something you wouldn't even want to consider, but his possessiveness and clinginess have ultimately led you to this decision. Sam looks devastated, and you can see the pain in his eyes.

He starts to plead with you, the more and more he talks, the more it hurts. "y/n, please.. what did I do? I promise I’ll change. I swear- jus-just please. Give me a chance!" You can feel your heart breaking as you hear Sam's desperate pleas. But you know that it's the best decision for both of you. "I'll do anything sweetheart!" he sobs. you can feel a tear run down your face. “Sam please. Stop." you say in a firm tone, hoping he'll stop. he grabs onto your shoulders with a tight grip, "y/n darling, PLEASE." you gently push him away, taking a step back. "No. Find someone else, someone that can handle you." you say, your voice slightly shaking.

You run off, you can’t do this anymore. You find your friends and hug them, hoping to find comfort and solace in them. their upbeat faces turn to concerned ones, and they ask what happened. you explain what happened, sobbing inbetween your words. "congrats! Aren't you glad you finally did it?" one of your friends say, trying to lighten the mood. "yeah.. I feel kinda free..?" you say, another one of your friends add "Now you can finally make decisions for yourself too." snickering. You appreciate the support from your friends, but you cant help feel like something bad is going to happen. But you ignore it.

a few days pass, you feel better and free without him. time to time, you pass by him in the halls, looking at you with a bitter yet heartbroken gaze. You feel a pang of guilt and sadness every time you see him, but you know that ending things was the right decision. you hangout more with your friends instead of with Sam clinging onto you all day. it felt nice. one of your friends invites you over to a house party, apparently almost everyone in the entire grade will be there, with a bit of convincing from your friends you came to the party.

but, your gut kept screaming at you not to. you ignore the feeling, just like when you broke up with sam, you felt like something bad was going to happen but nothing did. You get ready, choosing your best outfits. as you head down to the party with your friends, excitement mixed with anxiety builds up in you; you feel like someone’s watching you and your every move.

You try to ignore the feeling and focus on having a good time with your friends at the party, but you can't shake off the uneasiness. As the night progresses, you begin to let your guard down and enjoy the party with your friends.

You sat down on a couch with some of your friends; laughing at the thought we were probably going to regret this the next day. "shit, i think i left my charger in the car." one of your friends say as they get up to go outside. "you want me to come with you?" you offered, your friend accepted. you and them talked about whatever stupid thing is happening during the party.

As you and them finally reach the door, your friend tries to open it. but the door won't budge. "why are the doors locked?" your friend says suddenly with a hint of frustration in their voice, you start to feel a sense of unease once again. "wait let me try." you ask, you try to open the door, but it still won't budge. You start feeling a bit paranoid and wonder whether someone locked the door on purpose. the knot in your stomach grows bigger by the second.

You and your friend hear a loud scream coming from the party, it wasn’t like anything you heard before. It was the most blood-curdling scream you'd ever heard. "Did you hear that or is it just me?" your friend said, "nope not just you." you replied.

You heard a bunch of people running towards the door you were next to; everyone tried to unlock it, "it’s locked dude." your friend told them. "Wha-what’s happening?" you ask, panicking by the second. "There’s a-" "JUST HIDE!" one of the partygoers shouted. You start to tremble in fear, hoping that whoever or whatever is causing the scream won't find you. everyone ran away from the door, hearing another scream, but closer this time. your friend grabs your hand; you managed to catch a glimpse of who was causing all the screams. It was a guy with an axe?

Your friend pulls you behind a nearby sofa. You hold your breath and try to remain as quiet as possible, praying that you won't be found. As you crouch behind the sofa, you can't help but feel like the axe-wielding killer will eventually find you. "I-I don't think we're safe here."

Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your throat. You silently curse yourself for even coming to this party; you should've listened to your gut. You try to stay as still as possible, but your mind is racing with thoughts of escape. Should you make a run for it? Or wait until the killer moves on and pray that he doesn't find you hiding here? The sound of footsteps growing louder makes your heart rate spike again; they're getting closer.

Your friend squeezes your hand tightly and you feel grateful that they are there with you through this terrifying ordeal. Your eyes dart around frantically trying to find something - anything - that could protect you against an axe-wielding maniac. "Peekaboo." a familiar voice says, making your blood run cold.

An axe slams down onto the sofa, mere inches away from where you and your friend are hiding. you look at the voice, their face covered by a mask you can usually find at a Halloween store; their outfit being casual like everyone else at the party.

They look oddly familiar. "Found you." the voice says, sending shivers down your spine; your eyes widen in terror. this is the night you were going to die. In that moment, you realize that your only option is to fight back. You quickly grab a nearby lamp and swing it at the attacker's arm, causing them to drop the axe.

"G-grab the axe!" you shout to your friend but instead of grabbing the axe, your friend scrambles away, leaving you alone. you watch as instead, the killer grabs the axe. Your heart sinks as you realize your friend has abandoned you in this moment of need; this could be the very moment you die. The killer seizes and pins you down. You lay there paralyzed, expecting to be murdered; instead, they take your phone from your pocket. They get up, crush it, and then rush after your friend. you take this as an opportunity to run upstairs and hide. Hopefully, wait until the cops come. As you dash upstairs to find a place to hide, your mind racing with panic, you feel relieved that the killer wasn't after you; you felt confused but relieved.

Racing up the stairs, you hear your friend scream. You hear your friend cry as you rush up the stairs. You can only guess what happened to them as you rush into a bedroom and into the wardrobe, where you see someone cowering beneath the bed.

This was meant to be a fun Halloween party, not one where people were being hunted and assaulted with an axe by a killer. Despite the gravity of the situation, confusion clouds your mind: Who could have done this? Did anyone see anything or know who might be behind all of this madness? Hearing footsteps on the stairs below, your fears resurface anew. You press both of your hands over your lips if you shrink into yourself and try your hardest not to make a sound. "Sweetheart, where are youuu?

This was supposed to be a fun Halloween party - definitely not one where people were being chased and attacked by a murderer with an axe. Despite the gravity of the situation, confusion clouds your mind: Who could have done this? Did anyone see anything or know who might be behind all of this madness?

Hearing footsteps on the stairs below, your fears resurface anew. You press both of your hands over your lips if you shrink into yourself and try your hardest not to make a sound. "Sweetheart, where are youuu?"

You eventually figure out who the voice is. Sam. "Come out, come out wherever you are," you hear doors slamming open. Sam giggles. You just want to go home, back to before any of this happened.

As you sit frozen in place, your heart is hammering in your chest and your eyes are wide with panic. You couldn't catch your breath because every muscle in your body was stiff. you could hear the sound of your own heartbeat thumping in your ears; this can't be Sam. This couldn't be. "I’ll find you one way or another." The thought of that makes your skin crawl.

You can feel him get closer to the room you're hiding in. "You know how long I waited for this?" he says, the more he talks, the more you want to cry. "Can you blame me for all of this? If you think about it, this is all your fault babe!" Your mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. This isn’t your fault, right? "You make me crazy." the bedroom door you're hiding in bursts open. You close your eyes in fear, tears running down your face. Hoping he won’t find you. "W-wait! Please, I'll do anythi-" you hear a scream coming from outside. You're hoping this is all just a dream. You're hoping that he won’t find you. But he does. He opens the closet, seeing you with your teared up eyes in fear. The corner of his lips goes up in a lovesick smile. "Let’s forget this all happened okay? After this is just going to be me and you. Forever."

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randomthingsicameupwith · 1 year

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something random i made sleep deprived

yandere smut

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! SMUT BTW

It was like love at first sight.

I watched her stroll into the room; as she approached her chair, the air altered. I could sense it. Her sultry look had my heart pounding onto my ribs. As her legs bounced into her chair and her gaze met her friend's, her neutral look turned to an upbeat one. Every second of the day was eternal because of her.

Her heavenly glow impacted the entire atmosphere; the more I focused on her, the slower time seemed. As class began, I gradually shifted my attention to the lesson, although I occasionally returned to her. Noticing the tiny things she does—her knees jumping up and down whenever the teacher asks a question, her checking the clock and then reminding her friends what time it is—all of these little subtleties made me love her even more.

She made eye contact with me as the class came to a conclusion. My heart skipped a beat, and I sweated profusely the whole day. Eventually I worked up the guts to invite her to my place.

After a day, I decided to do it. I met her and her friends in the cafeteria and asked her to meet with me someplace private. Her friends' snarky remarks and giggles were bouncing off each other. Her enticing face was flushed, and her brown eyes were as sweet as chocolate as she peered around at her friends before eventually smiling at me.

My knees became knobby as she and I strode out to a secluded location. I could smell her perfume; it was perfect for her and complimented the scent of her hair. She tugged at my heartstrings more and more as time went. “So, what is it?” her angelic voice said. I invited her to my place, hesitating and stuttering at practically every word; I could feel my cheeks burning. “Sure! What's your address?” she inquired, and I never expected her to take it. I handed her a piece of paper with my address written on it; her fingertips brushed against mine as she took it. I looked around to check if it wasn't a prank, whether her friends were laughing at me at this precise moment. But I didn't see her friends. It was just me and her. Alone. “I'll come there at around… 3! Is that alright?” I looked back at her, quickly responding yes. I watched as she strolled back to her friends.

I thought about that moment the whole day; anything could make me remember it. A car crash? I would think of her and that moment. The sound of the bell on a cat's collar, a baby's face, a wine bottle—I would still think of her and that moment. as I patiently waited for the clock to hit three and prepared for her to come. I saw her drinking a lot of tea during lunch, so I figured I'd make some and add a little something to it.

She eventually stopped by my place. She was dressed in a charming pastel purple and pink sweater with high white stockings that reached her thighs, making them appear thick. Her nose and cheeks were rosy, and she wore a gold earring she only wore on rare occasions. While admiring her, my thoughts wandered to what she might look like if she didn't wear that outfit. She smiled, showing her teeth, and I imagined her biting me with those teeth while I fuck her.

She was always cheerful and happy, and it made me wonder what she would look like crying and begging for me. I quickly snapped out of that thought. I offered her the tea I had made earlier, which she delightfully accepted. I smiled as she drank it. I saw her eyes twitch; she probably tasted the saltiness of the tea. “Is the tea alright?” I asked her gently. Knowing her, she immediately refused and said it was alright. She would slur her words from time to time when we talked. I stared down at her. I didn't seem phased in the least. I could see her vision dimming in the corners of her eyes as she gingerly extended her hand to me. I didn't even move. I just sat there staring, my smile still on my face. Then there was silence.

I picked her up; I couldn't believe this was happening to me, so I took her to my bedroom. I knew the drug wouldn't last long, so I got to work quickly. I did what I wanted to do first: I took off her sweater and shorts. revealing her bra and laced underwear. I straddled on top of her as I took off her bra and underwear. I wanted to touch them badly, but I had to wait till she woke up to do it. I had her tied up to my bed with ropes, making sure it wasn't too tight.

She eventually woke up, freaking out. ‘Stop moving, I might just have to kill you like the rest of them.’ I told her jokingly, I brought my hand against her mouth, shushing her. ‘I could've fucking gutted your insides while you were unconscious, ya know?’ My other hand ran down to her neck, squeezing it lightly once or twice. I didn't know why I did that, I just had a sudden urge to do that and it happened. She was taken aback. She couldn't move; her eyes were wide open. She stopped screaming as I carefully removed my hands from her. I touched her cheek and wiped her tears away. I sat there and walked downstairs to get some aphrodisiac for her when she gave out a startled sob. I returned to my room and gave her some aphrodisiacs. I took off my clothing while waiting for it to take effect.

I went back to her, I kissed her. She kept rubbing her thighs together, I assumed the aphrodisiac took place. Then I did what I wanted to do for years. She squirmed as my fingers wrapped around the mound and squeezed one of her nipples, sliding it between my finger and thumb. all the time wailing. I did it for a few minutes, becoming harder as I went, while she moved around in protest as I went. 'Please stop squirming,' I whispered. After a brief pause, I tightened my grasp on her hips, focusing my eyes as I gazed up at her dishevelled yet lovely face. She stopped after hearing the warning. With one hand, I grasped her thick thigh while positioning my cock with the other. 'Stay still, dear.'

As I pushed back in, she squealed. And in, and out, and in, and out, and in and out, gripping her hips firmly despite her efforts and squeals, I drove in more and, each thrust shallow because of how deep I was inside. I leaned forward, clumsily getting comfortable with the position and movements, but each motion became more rhythmic as time passed. She moaned, each thrust causing significant friction and sliding against her pussy with barely the tiniest amount of lubricant. I was having a good time, but I could see she wasn't. It upsets me, but I'm sure the more I do it, the more she'll like it.

She sank her elbows into the blankets as much as she could, frantically attempting to put distance between my cock and the hypersensitive region it had touched. "That's my..." she shivered. I grasped her hips, and drew her back closer, slipping back in. "How about this?" It hurt harder as I repeated the move, this time I seized her hips and burrowed my fingers into her skin, leaving she unable to draw herself back. She shrieked and thrashed in futility. "Yes, s-stop... D-don’t-!" With the following stroke, she flung her head back, panting for oxygen. She sank into a crying and moaning pattern. I adjusted to lean more forward, this time in a regular, repetitive pace, panting and looking down at her beautiful eyes, hearing her moan and watching her face distort with pleasure-pain had me hard. I could cum at the sight of her.

"You're so pretty, did I ever tell you that?"

She sobbed yet kept moaning and moaning again and again. I can never get tired of hearing her moans. Her body was exhausted from tears but still heaving with sorrow and trembling at the warm, pleasant feeling beneath the pain. I should have felt awful, but I didn't. I wiped away her tears. and I reinserted my cock inside her. She screamed, her body tensing and spasming with anguish as I went even further into her insides, ruthlessly assaulting the same sensitive place. Her arms shivered and pulled against the bindings as she cried in agony and delight. 'S-so perfect—' I told her; her mind was so numb that she couldn't form anything logical, only mewing and wailing, with noises of bliss and anguish merging.

I murmured unconsciously, 'I’ll be everything you need... You’ll love me, and you'll—you'll—’

I was embarrassed when I realized what I had said. My hand reached towards her throat. Her body convulsed and arched as she struggled frantically against my hands. She jerked, arms fiercely yanking as she reflexively reached for my hands off her throat. 'Say you love me,' I said. And she did. 'I—I love you, I love you,' she muttered, and my fingers drove into her throat. 'I love… You…'

I let go and started panting out of breath. I laid down, taking a deep breath as I watched her slowly calm down. ‘Are you gonna let me go?’ she asked. I took a while and thought about what she said.

‘No.’

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader

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randomthingsicameupwith · 1 year

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yandere kenny mccormick x reader

till death do us part (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( and that i didnt put in kennys pov)

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! SMUT BTW

The bell rang, never in your life were you so grateful class started. Realizing the whole entire time during lunch 99% of it was ignoring Kenny and the other 1% was that love letter.

You couldn't help but feel drained and frustrated with the situation, wishing for some sort of escape. You wondered if Kenny could sense your reluctance in hanging out with him or if he was just blinded by his own excitement. Either way, it left you feeling conflicted and even more unsettled than before. As the students began to file back into their classrooms, you found yourself lost in thought. The more you thought about it, Mark and Kenny seem extremely against each other.

Either it was Kenny pissed off at Mark because you keep hanging out with him or Mark being suspicious of Kenny for some reason. The weight of their presence seemed to loom over you constantly, causing anxiety and discomfort that you couldn't shake off easily.

Deep down, you knew that there were underlying issues at play - issues that perhaps went beyond simple jealousy or insecurity. It was a complicated web of emotions that needed untangling but one thing was clear: pretending everything was okay wasn't going to cut it anymore. With a heavy heart, you made your way back to class hoping for some kind of distraction from the messiness that awaited outside its walls.

3 more periods of class. You can do this.

2 more now.

1 more.

Then finally, school’s over.

Then finally, school’s over. exiting out of class, Kenny's already waiting for you out the door. before you even had time to process, he already ripped you out of the classroom and gripping harshly on your hand and a bit too close for comfort. As you two walk, you pull away awkwardly, trying to create more space between the two of you. Kenny notices your discomfort and frowns, but neverminds it.

Reaching the school gates with no mention of Mark anywhere, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You didn't tell Mark about Kenny going to your house, and that just seemed like a shitty thing to do. "Hey, can I tell Mark about this first?" you ask. As if his frown before didn't hurt enough, Kenny's expression turns into a scowl. "Alright, jus- just don't take too long." He finally lets go of his grip. You nod, feeling a sense of relief and anxiety. You grab your phone off the table, immediately trying to apologise for not telling him later.

As you text Mark, your heart races with anticipation and nervousness. you turn your head around, turning to find Mark, and you finally spot him with a girl? You couldn't quite make out who she was, but your heart sank nonetheless.

It's alright. I mean, maybe it's just a friend like you and Kenny: god, is this how Mark felt? You felt so bad, and now you're having even more second thoughts about inviting Kenny home. “Fuck isn’t that Mark?” you turned to Kenny then to Mark. “Mhm.” A fit of irrational jealousy rose within you, but you tried to suppress it as hard as you could. "Damn. You know he's hanging out with the girl who basically fucked half of the football team right?" he said. Your eyes widened in shock, you turned to Kenny, eyes still widened in shock, disgusted by his words. "What? That's not true, do-don't say things like that," you responded sharply, feeling defensive of Mark and the girl he was with. Kenny shrugs it off, but you can't shake off the feeling of unease as you continue walking towards your house.

You couldn't understand why he would say something like that, that just made you stressed out even more! you brush it off, he probably didn't mean to make you feel that way.

The way home was just like lunch. Except for the love letter flooding your thoughts, it's that girl. As you arrive at your front door, feeling relieved that at least one mess was sorted especially considering how Mark just told you everything was fine between them despite what may have been, you turn around only to find Kenny standing way too close again - something he seems to do often without noticing or caring about personal space boundaries.

You try not to flinch away from him as he leans forward and whispers into your ear, smiling "I'm glad we got some alone time today." Your heart races faster now than ever before - part confusement, part fear. "too close." you push him away. He rolls his eyes, still having that smile on his face, just a little less noticeable.

The unease inside you grows as you walk silently beside Kenny, trying to push away the negative thoughts creeping into your mind. Eventually, you arrive at your house and invite Kenny in. As soon as he steps inside, your mother immediately greets him, ignoring your siblings in a heartbeat. "Awh hi hun, didn't know you'd be here! '' she says sweetly, making you cringe internally. "You want me to whip up a snack for you? I'll be as quick as I can!" you can hear your siblings muttering about needing help but your mom shushing them. "Thank you Mrs.l/n, but I'm fine," he said politely. "Alright! Call me when you need anything. Also, me and my little munchkins are gonna leave at 5 to go to Aunt Linda’s house. We won’t go home till tomorrow alright so be careful!" your mother said joyfully.

you and Kenny finally went upstairs. "Look see, I told you your mom likes me more than your siblings," he said smugly. "yep." you said, you were too tired to argue with him. As you hang out together in your room, listening to music and chatting about nothing in particular, something feels off.

Maybe it's because of what happened earlier or maybe it's because of how close Kenny seems to be getting physically; either way, something isn't right. Kenny's words only make things worse; his casually misogynistic comments about the very same girl that you're trying to forget about leave a sour taste in your mouth.

God you needed sleep. You forgot about your phone for a while. Your body is just unable to process anything at the moment. You grab your phone and check your notifications. Awe Mark. Mark. Shit Mark. You immediately open your phone in a panic, quickly checking Mark’s messages he sent you.

“Alright 👍”

“Accidentally sent something to u mb”

Well that was a relief. Kinda. At least he isn’t mad. Is it bad you expected more than that? You leave a sigh of relief, finally feeling calm after what felt like years of suffering and misery. “Did you figure out who wrote it?” Kenny said suddenly, “Wrote what?” you replied. “The love letter?” At that moment you wanted to punch Kenny in the face. The feeling of peace finally came to you and it was ripped out of you. “Nope.” you said monotony, “Oh okay.” he replied back with the same tone. A few minutes of silence pass, until Kenny lets out a shocked gasp. You turn to him, he turns his phone towards you and you can’t believe your eyes.

A picture of Mark making out with that very girl. Your eyes swell up with tears. You feel your heart drop as you stare at the image on Kenny's phone. The lump in your throat makes it hard to breathe, and a wave of nausea washes over you. You can't believe what you're seeing; it feels like a betrayal, not just from Mark but from yourself for ever thinking that he might actually care about you.

As the tears spill down your cheeks, Kenny tries to offer some words of sympathy, but they fall flat. His presence only seems to magnify the pain and confusion swirling inside of you. Was any of it real? Did Mark ever have feelings for you or was he just using you as a distraction until he could be with this other girl? All these questions and more are racing through your mind as Kenny continues to babble on beside you.

He seems almost unaware of the weight of his own words or how much they hurt. It's like he doesn't even get why this is such a big deal to you. In that moment, all the sleepiness has left your body entirely- replaced instead by an overwhelming mix of emotions: sadness, anger, disappointment...it's too much to bear all at once. Kenny sits next to you, a bit too close again but you weren't gonna say anything. You can't handle anything right now.

"Dump him already." Kenny said, those words echo in your head. He places his hand on your thigh, okay this is a bit too far. you push his hand away, he puts it back. "Kenny stop, just stop. My boyfriend's literally cheating on me, I don't want you to be treating me like the sluts you hangout with every night." your words startle him, he retracts his hand back as if he just touched something extremely hot. but he retracts his hand back, but harder onto your wrists. You try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. "Ken, let go." you sob between your words. "You deserve better then him, you know that right?" he says softly. you try and let go of his grip but he grips it even more tightly. He yanks your hand, moving you closer to him. before you had any time to process anything, he kisses you.

As the kiss lingers on and his hand moves up to your shoulders and around your neck, he pulls away and looks at you, his eyes filled with emotion. "What the fuck Kenny!" you yell, trying to push him away with all your strength but you can't. You try to scream, hoping your family would hear you then remember they already left. "You deserve me." his hands push yours above your head, you watch knowing you can't do anything. he straddles you, his face inches away from yours. you feel trapped and scared, as he kisses you again and again. in between kisses, he would mutter something about wanting you, about how Mark is a dick who should kill himself.

Tears roll down your eyes, "I've always wanted you." he mutters. "I could've had you. i did everything for you" you feel sick to your stomach, realizing that he's been harboring these feelings for you all along. he kisses you again, drunken with lust and love, "Mark just had to ruin everything, but now i can finally have you." you sob, why is this happening to you? "why are you doing this?!" you muster up. he smiles, the same smile that would always make your day. not anymore. "Cause I love you, and i know, i know! you love me too. deep down." You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. wanting to just go back in time, to before any of this happened. "I'll tell everyone about this! everyone!" you say, hoping this will scare him somehow. but instead, kenny just giggles, "sure sweetheart." saying sarcastically. You feel helpless, trapped under his weight and his hold on you. As you lay there, listening to Kenny's words, a knot forms in your stomach. You feel as though the walls are closing in on you.

"Take your clothes off," he said. You sit there dumbfounded, and he finally lets your hands go. You swear there are bruises on there from how hard he held them. You slap him in anger; Kenny winces in pain, "Ouch." You look in fear at what he was going to do next. "I’ll just take them off for you." He rips your shirt off, revealing your bra. You sob even more. Your breathing gets crazy; you're hyperventilating like never before. He caresses your face, saying, "Shh, shh, it’s alright, darling. Deep breaths." He smiles. Is he really comforting me when he’s trying to violate me? Weirdly, you listen to him. Trying to calm yourself down “Okay, now I'm going to take those off. Stay still, please." He unclips your bra, and they fall right off your shoulders. Your senses were overpowered by a panic reaction. You frantically mustered your power and pushed against his chest, pushing him just slightly. He grabbed your hands again with one hand, but instead of pinning them above your hand, he put them on your lap, removing your bra.

“God they look perfect.” you felt his length tighten against you, he gaped in admiration, astounded by your gorgeous figure. He pulls out something from the pocket of his orange parka, a gun..? “Don’t fight back please.”’ he warns, before letting your hands go. You sit there in fear, he puts it back in his pocket. His fingers massaged your breasts, grabbing both of your nipples and forcing you to bite your lower lip. He held one breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, while his other hand brushed your hair away from your face. Your hands squeeze against your bed. "S-stop!" You shouted out, but it sounded out as a moan. You hated it, but your hips began to press on Kenny's hard cock. As he teased your clothed nipples again, the tears streamed down your cheeks. You tried so hard to keep your moans to yourself, but all it did was force Kenny try harder to take in your wonderful moans of ecstasy. “Don’t look at mm-”

He moved in to kiss your breasts, his tongue running over your boobs before working its way to your nipple, giving it a delicate sucking. "K-Kenny-!" You moaned out, and Kenny smirked as your moans became louder. He sucked your firm nipples as his other hand gripped your other boob, his thumb flicking painfully slowly across your nipple. You moved your head away from him as he leaned down to kiss your lips, but he gripped your cheek and pushed you to look into his ocean eyes. His lips touched yours, gently kissing you.

Your pussy began to pulse, and you felt more cum build up. Your body craved more of him. His thumb caressed your clothed clit, and Kenny could only hear your moans as you fought against it. It felt wonderful having your most pussy tormented in this way, but you craved more.

When he saw your swollen, moist pussy, he pulled down your pants then your underwear, licked his lips. His fingers stroked you, eventually slipping in and gliding beyond your G-spot, causing you to moan. He aimlessly stroked over that area with the friction driving you insane. You were getting close that you clenched around his warm fingertips inside of you.

"I know you're getting close. It's all right, you can cum." As you slipped into a profound orgasm, more of your liquid spilled onto Kenny's fingers, a wave of ecstasy rushed over you. The wave died down after the tremendous orgasm, and you breathed, returning to reality. You were disgusted that your body had allowed you to succumb to the pleasure.

You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. He sits beside you, hugging you. Caressing your face gently, “I love you, so so much.” he mutters, “I hate you.“ you reply. He only hums in return, as you think your tears are coming to an end, you cry even more. He tries to comfort you, but that won’t undo what he did to you. In that moment, all you can think about is how much trust has been broken and how deep the hurt runs. "I'm gonna get a tissue, okay? don't even fucking think of running away." as he left the room, you cried like you never did before. tears pouring out like crazy.

You feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to process everything that's happening. Your mind is racing, trying to make sense of it all but nothing seems to add up. The pain feels so real; it's like a physical ache in your chest that won't go away no matter how hard you try. You start to question everything that led you here, why did you even invite Kenny in the first place?

He comes back with the tissues, he cleans up the mess you made comforting you as he cleans it up. “You wrote the love letter?” you ask, sniffling in between your words. “Mhm.” he replies. You shake your head in disbelief. As his words sink in, your mind goes back to that day when you received the letter. You remember the feeling of being noticed when you read it. Even though the whole time you were anxious it was a prank; it was like a dream come true, finally someone who saw something special in you that wasn't just Mark or Kenny.

As Kenny continues to hold you close, his embrace feels suffocating instead of comforting. Your mind is still trying to make sense of everything but it's too much at once; too many emotions fighting against each other for control inside your head. Eventually, tiredness takes over and your eyes start drooping again but this time not because of fatigue alone. It's also because of the mental exhaustion brought on by these endless thoughts and emotions running rampant through your brain. As sleep begins to overtake you once more, one thing becomes clear - Things will never be the same between you and Kenny again no matter how hard either one tries to fix it. You're hoping that when you wake up this is all a dream.

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randomthingsicameupwith · 1 year

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yandere kenny mccormick x reader

till death do us part (part 1) (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( )

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!!

As the bell rang, you strolled over to your locker. As you unlock it, a bunch of girls pass by, snickering at you. "Poor Kenny, having to deal with a girl like her." "She probably pays him to be with her!" The rest laughed, cackling loudly like an alarm that keeps going again and again. Kenny McCormick has been your best friend since you two were practically babies. You and he have been attached at the hip, and no one has been able to separate you since then.

Literally no one. You barely had any other friends than him; everyone you talked to went away, and attempts at talking to people other than Kenny were futile. And people who luckily didn't go away barely talk to you. As you two grew up and reached high school, everything went to hell. People you knew in South Park became mean, and rude, and targeted you for your loneliness and the fact you stuck to Kenny like a parasite. Honestly, you didn’t blame them for bullying you.

He was nice; he barely caused any trouble, and if he did, everyone would be on his side. Charming too, getting every girl he wanted, most likely having sex 24/7, and getting every guy to be friends with him. Strong, smart, and sweet. And you? Just some average lonely bullied teen. You were the opposite. Awkward and shy, with no idea how to talk to people without stuttering or tripping over your own words. There were times when you wished that Kenny could be more like you. Wished that he was the one getting bullied instead of you. But despite all of this, Kenny never left your side. He was there for every tear that fell from your eyes when someone called you names or made fun of your appearance. He stood up for you when no one else would, even if it meant taking a punch or two in the face. But of course, nobody would punch Kenny McCormick. You never knew why he would hang out with someone like you. No one hangs out with you.

Except for one guy.

Your boyfriend, Mark Swanson, In your opinion, was far superior to Kenny. Even though everyone else would choose Kenny in a heartbeat, he was the sweetest boy ever and had the cutest smile you’d ever seen. And he never made you feel bad. So obviously, you hung out with Mark more often than you usually do with Kenny. Which made him pissed off, but you didn’t care. You wanted to be with someone other than him for once in your life.

Mark came to you. Leaning against the other lockers. "Hello princess," Mark said in a suave voice; your face turned red like a tomato. Unlocking your locker, you saw a pink letter slip out. 'My sweetheart, y/n,' written in red pen

The handwriting looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't rack your brain on who it was. Turning to Mark, he had a confused expression on his face. "My sweetheart, y/n." he said mockingly. Clearly indicating it’s not him who wrote it. You picked it up quickly, looking behind you. I'm hoping this wasn’t some sort of prank orchestrated by those girls. Catching a glance at Kenny, who walked by. Weird, you thought. Kenny usually doesn’t come to this hall around this time. Closing your locker, you carefully open the letter. Mark moving closer to see better. Rolling his eyes. The paper was pink too and also written in red pen.

‘My lovely y/n,

I love you always

I’ve never known how to tell you this. Every time I try. I shriek in fear.’

“Real pussy he is.” Mark snorted. You laugh in response, nudging his side.

‘My heart beats for you and only you.

Your beauty, your laugh, your everything,

I get entranced, I’m always in awe of you.

Your smile is like a sunbeam on a cloudy day.

You take the darkest of clouds and push them away with joy and warmth.

As cheesy as this sounds. This is all true. I know what your thinking. This is some kind of prank, isn’t it? No, it’s not.

I'll do anything to be with you,

To hold you in my embrace. My love for you is all-consuming,

It consumes me, with every trace.

And I wish your boyfriend gets wiped off the human race.

Love, Your Admirer.

(PS. I could treat you way better.)’

“What a real dickwad he is,” Mark said, rolling his eyes. You giggled. “I bet he can’t treat me better than you can darling.” arms wrapped around Mark’s neck, you gave him a kiss on the cheeks. “Definitely,” he replied, hugging you. “Also, I can't hang out with you for lunch. Promised Kenny I would sit with him this time,” you said in a sad tone. “Awh, it’s alright princess. Speaking of Kenny, this looks a lot like his handwriting, doesn’t it?” he said. You thought of it, it does look like his handwriting. But, Kenny could never. He had thousands of girls, why would he write this to you? “Yeah..” you muttered. “Anyways, gotta go. Bye princess.” ripping out of your hug. As he walks away. You walked over to your next class.

As you walked to class, the words of the letter echoed in your mind. The writer's words were full of passion and a hint of desperation, which left you feeling uneasy. You couldn't help but wonder who this secret admirer could be and why they had such strong feelings for you.

Not to mention, as Mark pointed out, the handwriting did resemble Kenny's - a thought that made you confused. Your mind raced with different scenarios, trying to make sense of what was happening.

However, amidst all the confusion and anxiety, one thing was certain - the letter made you feel special in some way. It felt like someone saw through your soul and appreciated who you were on a deep level. Except for that last part of course! A part of you wished it wasn't just an anonymous confession but someone who would come forward and reveal their identity.

The whole time, the only thing you were focused on was that love letter. As time passed, the class finally ended. You couldn't stop thinking about the letter and who could have possibly written it. As the class ended, Kenny showed up in front of the class waiting for you with his sweet, white toothpaste ad smile. “Hey y/n!” As you and Kenny made your way to the cafeteria for lunch. Whatever he said went through your ear and out. You kept analysing every detail of the letter in your head. Could it really have been Kenny? You couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of confusion and discomfort that had taken over you. The words from the letter echoed in your mind, hitting you harder with every repetition. You tried to push it aside and focus on Kenny's presence beside you, but it wasn't working. It was as if a storm was brewing inside you, waiting for just the right moment to burst out.

As you walked towards an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria, thoughts of who could have written that letter continued flooding your mind like water overflowing from a dam. You didn’t even notice how silent you were. "y/n? Did you hear me? You've been… awfully silent… " He asked earnestly. The thought crossed your mind - should I tell him?

You tried weighing out the pros and cons. What's the harm in telling him?

(kenny’s pov)

You got it. I waited years to get the courage to write that love letter. You're rambling on and on about how you're worried if it’s a prank or not when I wrote that it wasn’t a prank. You keep going on about it and I’m just hoping you don’t notice my handwriting and imagining you sucking my dick. But sadly, your boyfriend probably noticed my handwriting. Stupid Mark and his fucking stupid everything. Jesus Christ, who knew it would be this hard.

“Any idea who it might be?” I asked, curiosity laced over my tone when really I already know who it is. “Mm, nope.” you said, not maintaining eye contact at all. I know when you're lying or not. I wanted to just tell you that it was me. But, I can’t risk telling you now, not with Mark in the picture. Fucking Mark has just always been in the way of us and I can’t goddamn stand it. I keep trying to scare him off and threaten him. But it never works. What does he even want from you? What does he have that I don't? It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.

I ask you again, “Really? Come on y/n, I know your confidence isn’t high but it can’t be that fucking low.” you nod, I can see your boobs bounce slightly. You definitely wanted me to notice them, but I’m not complaining. “Can I hangout at your house today? Karen’s having a sleepover with her friends and Kevin’s also at a friend’s house and my parents are at some guy's house.” I asked, we haven’t been hanging out lately and it’s really been annoying me to the brim.

y/n’s pov

With a sigh, you nod in agreement. You didn’t want to hang out with him. You just wanted to sit at home and sulk about that stupid love letter. Despite the awkwardness that had just arisen with the love letter topic. You notice how he smiles from ear to ear at your acceptance, his eyes sparkling with excitement. This is just sad, you thought. You're just going to act emo and mute while he’s beaming with joy just to hang out with you. “Yes! Woohoo!” Kenny says and you can feel almost all the girls glaring at you with intentions to murder you.

“But,” you say, Kenny had a quizzical expression on his face as he tilted his head in confusion. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret for agreeing . “I don’t know if my parents will give you permission to stay.” he looks at you dumbfounded, and scoffs, “come on, of course they will. They love me more than your siblings, you know?” internally, you're scolding yourself. You could've said no, but it’s too late to back out. Feeling dejected by his response, you said meekly, "Whatever you say."

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randomthingsicameupwith · 1 year

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yandere c!ConnorEatsPants

(i just dont see enough yandere fanfics of him soo... and i dont watch dsmp anymore so its probably gonna be ooc im so sorry and english isnt my first language!)

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM!! AND HEAVILY INSPIRED BY @/love-like-thorns THEIR REALLY GOOD

TW: KIDNAPPING, HEAD SLAMMING, YANDERE STUFF, SUPERIORITY COMPLEX

Honestly, Connor just seemed like a guy who’s insecure and jokes around by putting himself above others, well, even you don't know if he's joking or not and that's nothing compared to some people. So you decided to befriend him! Which was the worst mistake of your entire life.. You talked almost regularly with him, exploring places and just going on fun adventures with each other. Yes, it can get a little dull at times. You kept hanging out with the same person over and over, but you didn't mind.

Connor just thought that he and you were destined to be partners. I mean, can you blame him? Your looks and personality, and the way you acted towards him, were perfect; you're meant for him. He's the main character, and you're the love interest! It was all perfect! I mean, he already has feelings for you, and now he just needs to be patient and you just need to realize your love interest and get those feelings back.

However, he did notice something between you and the others. You talked to them like you talked to him! Defending them, hanging out with them, complimenting them—that's everything you're supposed to do for only him, not them. He winced at the thought of you just doing whatever you did with him with other people. Can't people just see that you are his? And can't you just see that you are his? I mean, he had every single aspect you liked about them, but a thousand times better! Humor? Looks? Personality? He has all of that; he was the only good choice. Not like you’d even have choices other than him by what he would do to them.

He would purposely steal and break things and blame it all on you. something valuable they just talked to you about? Stolen. a gift they gave you? Broken. And if that wasn’t enough, he would be mean to everyone, publicly making fun of their insecurities and vulnerable spots, justifying it by saying it was a joke, and forcing you to agree. even if you don't.

And everything would fall into place; everyone would avoid you, except Connor, of course. leaving your focus only on him. And as expected, you confess your feelings to him.

You two would go on dates almost every day and talk to each other 24/7, to the point where Connor even asked you to move in with him, which you politely declined.

Until one day, that is. You wanted to break up with him. He was just being too pushy in general; he basically has no concept of privacy; one time while you were changing your clothes, he just went in without knocking; you even found a box filled with stuff you thought you had lost and polaroids of you that you didn't even know he had taken; and he was just being too possessive with you. You were done with him. So for your last date, you decided to go flower picking with him.

You went in early to the place to better prepare yourself, and he eventually showed up. You two sat in the grass, just sitting and picking the flowers; he occasionally made jokes, and you did too. You noticed he only picked your favorite, which was sweet of him, but that wasn’t going to make you stay. You finally decided to tell him. "Um, Connor?" There was no going back, you thought. You felt like you just ran a marathon with how fast your heart was beating and how much you sweated. "Yeah?"

"I wanna break up," you said. You stood up, holding the flowers as tightly as possible, using them as some sort of stress ball. The silence in the air was deafening. All the birds that were chirping just suddenly stopped; it's like they knew how awkward and sad it was and just stopped.

For what seemed like an eternity, he stood up too. "No," he said. You never heard his words so firm before; they scared you. "I-Connor, you can't just say n-," he cut you off. Grabbing your wrists tightly, hurting you. "We're not breaking up. You should know that. We're never going to break up," he said, his gaze fixed on you. This was the most scared you've ever been in your whole life. His glare and voice stabbed you, not to mention how much his grip hurt you. "C-Connor, it hurts," you said softly. I was hoping he’d let go. which he didn't.

You tried running away, but you couldn't; his grip was making you stay. He yanked on your wrists, causing you to trip. You fell on all fours on the grass, and your hand hit a rock hard. It hurt, but it didn't matter; you needed to run. Your eyes were pricking with tears. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice not as firm as before, reaching his hand out. Your wrist and hand hurt as if someone dropped a brick on them. "Fuck you!" you shouted at him.

You looked behind you and quickly ran with all of your energy. running and running through the once peaceful place, until you tripped again. Hitting a stupid rock Your eyes finally gave up, and tears started streaming down your face. Your knees hurt badly, but you knew you needed to run.

He looked down at you, panting with that glare again. You tried to run again, your body tingling with desperation. sobbing like nothing before. You tried to prop yourself up, saying, "Stay still, bitch," as he head-slammed you into the grass as hard as he could. Knocking you out.

Panic and hysteria were flowing through his body the second he slammed his head into you. What did he just do? His body was basically on autopilot until this point; what was he supposed to do with you knocked out? You already wanted to break up with him; doing this would probably make you hate him. He looked at your body, wondering what he should do. Until an amazing thought occurred to him. Well, it wasn’t really amazing, but it was something. It could work. He could just make you unwillingly live with him, and then Stockholm syndrome kicks in and does its thing. He offered you to live with him; he’s somewhat prepared.

He carries you all the way back to his house. hoping no one noticed him. Once he finally went back inside and plopped you down on his bed, he felt so many emotions at once. Mostly denial. Because, fuck, he did it. He followed through on it. He takes a minute to mentally scold and prepare himself. He takes off all your clothes except your shirt and underwear. He quickly grabbed whatever duct tape he could find to tie you up to his bed. I'm hoping you don’t wake up soon. He's a little disappointed in you. If you just hadn't broken up with him, this wouldn’t have happened. But look at you now.

#yandere connoreatspants #yandere connoreatspants x reader

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