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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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The Yandere Student Council

You just needed to get your schedule officialized. Having gained special permissions to take a desired course you needed the student council’s collective stamps of approval to proceed. Normally all you would need to do was slip in the necessary documents. But something seems to keep happening to yours and it just works better for you to do it in person. Thus begins you’re journey of getting the obsessed student council’s approval.

The first one you go to is the one with the easiest access –the Secretary. Gill Hunter has an absolute poker face when his boyfriend isn’t around. So you’re pleasantly surprised when he’s actually willing to hear you out. Keeping his amber eyes on you he listens to your plea for his stamp, seemingly not reacting at all he promises to help you—for a price. You have to step in for him and his boyfriend from time to time. He says it's just a week as he demands you shadow him for the day. Calling to you in his monotone voice to join him in the student council lounge. Don’t bother bringing up you’re friends or your desire to eat your lunch alone. Even as the week comes to an end and you get your stamp he has you working closely with both him and his boyfriend very closely as an honorary assistant.

“Most if not all schedules go through me, you don’t want your schedule being messed up again. Do you?”

The next one is Gill’s beloved–the Historian. June Frimroar is a different kind of person you need to get a stamp from. Where Gill strings you along with his stone-cold face and hardly hidden intentions, June will do the exact opposite. With a smile that flirts with scheming and altruism, he’ll ask for the most innocent kind of help. Only to somehow become something far more intimate and demanding of you in the first place. How else would simply taking notes during student council meetings lead to you smushed in a locker with the historian and his boyfriend? Or how you’ll be forced to help undress June whose hands inexplicably might be sprained? He’s an enigma to loosely associate with trouble, easily put off by how kind he is to you and your friends as you start spending more time with him and the rest of the student council. Certainly, those rumors of him crippling classmates for fun are far from true, right?

“Don’t you trust me, (Y/n)? Just listen to me and I’m sure everything will work out…even if that blackmail situation with your friend is completely separate.”

Like clockwork, you fall into being the student council’s lackey suddenly trusted with helping the seemingly overwhelmed Treasurer. Min Su is an odd fellow who’s been dignified a living legend with his accounting possibilities; rumored to casually be hired by the government a couple of times. So it's odd that he suddenly must have you spending your club hours documenting receipts. He’s so apologetic and jumpy that you don’t feel right questioning him. So it's normal that he has a fierce blush on his face as you take the records from his hand. Or the little noises of excitement pleasure he seems to have when you lean over him to admire his speed as he’s calculating the books. He’s likely to forget that you needed to get his stamp until you off-handedly mention how you’re going to miss him when you get that stamp.

“Oh, you wanted that? I-I’m happy to give it to you, n-no problem! But you’ll still visit me right?”

At this point, your presence is much more normalized in the student council quarters, and naturally, the Sergeant of Arms or more well known as the student council’s hype man is happy to welcome you. Popular beyond belief Roman Ferris arguably has the largest fan and friend base in the entire council. Knowing everything about everyone he already knows what you’re asking for and he’s cheekily telling you he’s already prepared how you’re going to get it. If you thought Gill was forward then you’d be mistaken Roman straight-up demands every weekend that you come with him on a date. Movies, restaurants, ice cream, trips to the park, he’s doing it all with you. Demanding you dress up for these ‘definitely not dates’, hold his hand while you walk, and smile at him only him when you pose for the camera. It's odd how he knows your every like and dislike, always ordering for you and smiling ominously when you ask. But he’s definitely not giving you this stamp if you suddenly stop coming to his dates hangouts, even if he promised he would. It’d be bad if the whole student body considered you a harlot for playing with the golden boy’s feelings. So just smile while you eat your favorites and keep your mouth sealed about your suspicions.

“Don’t worry about it babe, I already know just how you like it! Don’t worry how I know~ You’re so cute when you're well-fed!”

Practically cemented to your unwritten obligation the Vice President is well aware of what you’re after. Spencer Lyle will wait until the end of the day mindlessly stamping your document as he scrambles through his hefty pile of paperwork. Bags under his eyes and his lids dropping dangerously you figure you’ll help him, already familiar with the kind of work he was doing anyway. He thanks you when you eventually wake him up and from then on something sinister a friendship is born. Suddenly he’s coming up to you in your classes, during lunches keeping you talking casually as he leads you to the student council room. You were going there anyway, right? He’s just the perfect friend for you. Great at warding off bullying fans or teachers that get a little too snippy, he becomes your go-to friend. Not too popular but well-respected feared by the student body; totally perfect for relying on him to be relatable. Completely complacent with letting him into your life and it feels so normal now that he rings your dorm bell for an early morning. You know him so well so it's natural he does the same.

“Hey, you ready to go cupcake? Bags under my eyes? Yeah, I was up all night protecting you doing council stuff, you know how I work.”

Last but certainly not least the Student Council President: Lucoa Grander the college’s prodigy cryptid. Known to be a living genius and prominent underground business personality it seems only natural that he gets such a powerful, prestigious position. He is such a celebrity you go to Spencer to deliver your schedule confirmation only to receive a disappointing answer. Apparently, the president’s only willing to stamp yours personally, and thus your witchhunt for the illusive president begins. Searching high and low, stringing on his fan base’s own timeline and the other council members’ accounts you try to find him. But after a while, you give up fully prepared to abandon your desired course to have the blue-haired pierced-up president mysteriously showing up. He greets you so casually, sitting next to you as he asks mundane questions. When you finally ask for his stamp he gives it to you…on a major condition.

“We’ve been looking to widen our ranks and I’ve we’ve been keeping a close eye on you. And we’re thinking of making you an honorary member–it's a new position to diversify our team. You’ll get your stamp this way and we get you our beloved a new member that’s fair enough isn’t it?”

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suiana · 1 year

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Hiii!! Can i request for yandere VICE student council president who is like yan delinquent’s love rival and doesnt see what his darling (student council pres) sees in the delinquent and is obsessed with getting rid of the delinquent to have his darling to himself

✎ yandere! student council vice president headcanons. . .

✎ warnings . . .

― worshipping, obsession(?) etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! student council vice president who has been attracted to you since day one. god you're just so... cool! so calm and collected, he aspires to be like you!

✎ yandere! student council vice president who was initially running for president but changed his mind upon hearing your speech. you know what, he'll be just as happy being your assistant. you can lead and he'll assist you like your loyal servant.

✎ yandere! student council vice president who can't help but be obsessed with every single thing you do! the way you give speeches, the way you tell off the delinquents, everything! you're perfect!

✎ yandere! student council vice president who absolutely loathes the way that delinquent lingers around you. go away! your prescence is being disturbed by a nasty force! shoo!

✎ yandere! student council vice president who can't help but worship you. he'd be a fool not to, you were basically a god at this point.

✎ yandere! student council vice president whos always punting that pesky delinquent away whenever he sees him approaching you. he may not know taekwondo but he sure as hell knows judo.

✎ yandere! student council vice president who has a mini shrine of you back at home. what? isn't it normal to have a shrine of your president?

✎ yandere! student council vice president who is more than happy to have others loving you. all but that one delinquent who keeps asking you for a rematch. he should never come across your perfect figure, ever.

✎ yandere! student council vice president who's always ranked one place below you in exams. he doesn't mind! you should be first anyways, after all you're his god! his deity! it would be sacrilegious to do better than you! he's fine with being second if you're first!

✎ yandere! student council vice president who is super professional but when it comes to you... oh you, the perfect you... he becomes a whole different person. fanboying and fawning over his lovely president... he just can't help himself!

✎ yandere! student council vice president who occasionally let slips about his love for you once or twice by mistake. oh no, please don't find him weird! he didn't mean to let you know this early!

✎ "president, I'll take over the detention for today. I need to teach that delinquent a lesson. no I'm not jealous that he's spending time with you, you just punish him too lightly!"

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scremogirl · 7 months

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✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Yandere! Nerd x Academic Rival! Reader

Mentions of depressive behavior/thoughts of suicide. AFAB! Reader: is called “Ms”.

Annoying.

A know-it-all smarty pants that was simultaneously the worst pain in your ass. Not that he meant to be of course; you couldn’t really blame him. Sure, some people are just naturally smart; but not him. Following you around like a lost puppy no matter where you went. He was toying with you on purpose and you knew it! You just couldn’t understand why he decided to make your life worse.

Now, the relationship you have is more one sided. You’d make subtle jabs and throw cheap shots his way but all he ever did was laugh it off. He never fought back. From what you’ve gathered, he just prefers to stare. And when I say stare I mean straight into your soul type stare. Every time he gets annoyed or is thinking really hard about something that’s what he does. Stares. It’s really creepy and unsettling, all the times you caught him or tried to, he would just look away blushing, trying his best to hide behind his shaggy hair. Eyes burn holes through the back of your head five out of the seven days of the week. However, even the two days you aren’t in school, the feeling of eyes on you never seems cease. You feel chills crawl up your spine and always look over your shoulder wherever you go only to find nobody there.

You’ve always strived to be the best. Your home life was like the equivalent of being tossed in solitary co finemente and being left to rot. It seemed as if your parents only cared about your academic life. Therefore, they were always super strict about your grades. You knew it came from a place deep within their hearts, they just wanted you to do good in life; but it still hurt. You wanted to make them proud. Wanted to feel loved by the people who were supposed to be closest to you. So you pushed yourself to limits nobody could ever reach. From winning spelling bees to holding the spot of Vice President on your school's student council team. Schools were already offering you all expense scholarships in freshman year!

You were an all rounder. One of the most involved students in your grade. You were in various sports and academic clubs, always helped in school fundraisers, and even have 500(+) SS hrs.

“ Apologies, Ms. (L/N), but there’s nothing we can do about this. You’ll have to get a tutor in order to pass,”

Technical engineering.

Your worst subject. You excelled in physics and math; some would say the best. You got the formulas down to a T and knew everything there was to know. It was more so the building aspect of things. There were just so many damn parts! Who even needs an electriconic digital caliper anyways?!

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), but that’s just the way things turned out. You need this credit to graduate, but you needn’t worry. Miylo is the best at this. He’s perfect for the job,”

Miylo Reneritzer. A 6 foot, dead eyed, pale skinned dork. He’s never stood out to you. He wasn’t popular or a scholar. He didn’t play sports and wasn’t in any clubs. He didn’t participate in the annual dances and didn’t attended school games. He was just there. A regular student with a knack for technicalogical architecture. You were in 11th grade at the time. You needed to get all your credits out the way so you didn’t have to worry about them senior year. Not that it was a problem for you seeing as all of them were already completed. Well… except this one. You’ve been putting off for so long. You had to face it sooner or later. Too soon for your liking.

You would meet with Miylo twice a week; you were place in the same tech class so the first meeting didn’t really count. He was a great teacher! A little quiet and very monotone, but very thourough none the less. By the end of junior year you ended up with a A-. You parents hammered you for not making it a plus but you’ve come to terms with it. He saved you. And you were grateful. You ended up losing contact the transitioning year and just never interacted again; almost completely forgetting about him.

He didn’t forget about you though. How could he?! You were the most beautiful girl in the entire school! Nobody could compare to you. What you didn’t know about him was he was s everely bullied and even contiplated ending everything. That was until you came along. Someone finally wanted to talk to him. Even if it was just for help getting a good grade. Taking to a pretty popular girl and getting money and an increases on his report card? Sign him up. That one day changed the entirety of his life, he owes his life to you.

All he remembers is being called down to the counselors office; parents ready waiting and giving him the most bone crushing hug. Everything seemed like a blur from then on. But what he can remember is how he got there in the first place.

“A friend of yours, (Y/n) (L/n) had some concerns about your health. She said she’s been paying attention to you for awhile and noticed your self destructive behaviors,” says the counselor.

What? Before he started tutoring you he thought you were a teachers pet and hog all the chances for others to answer questions but if saves him the embarrassment of public speaking he doesn’t mind. You’ve noticed him? In more than just at tutor-tutee way? Nobody ever notices him. Not even his own parents. It’s evident with the amount of shock on their faces and all their “why didn’t you tell me’s” and confessions of love. He’s mad at you at first. He spends at least 3mths in that looney bin because of you. He hated it at first. All the questions and discard for privacy. But… slowly he changes. He becomes healthy and happy again. His mind drifts back to you. The way you would answer questions when you noticed the teachers eyes land on him, the way you would always do the presenting part in group presentations, the way gum and smiley faced erasers would apprear on his desk on a particularly hard day. You cared. You did this for everyone you saw struggling. Not that he took that into account, in his mind, he was the only one. You thought he was special. And he wouldn’t let anyone take his spot in your heart.

When he got out, he decided he was a changed person. Senior year would be his redemption arc and you would finally be together. You already were in his mind; you were just to scared. He saw straight through your act. That’s why you would do all that stuff for him instead of just coming out and saying it. He needed to pull himself together and become a better person first. He wanted you to be proud of him. He wanted you to see him for all he’s worth. He joined all the clubs you were in and surpassed all expectations. He became popular, inserting himself into all your social circles and even became a student council member beside you. Or should I say infront of you? The President. And the validictorinan.

Ugh! Since when did he become so…so great!? You don’t have any clue where this change in him came from and you want him to go back to the way he was. You were the best! You didn’t work this hard for your parents approval for nothing. They would always compare you time him. Miylos the student council president they’d say. He would never get an A-, he would never miss a volleyball game because he was overwhelmed with school work, he would never feel how school was the only true escape from an emotionally disabled household. He would never understand. Oh, but he did.

He’s been in your house plenty of times to know what’s going on. Not that you’ve know of course. That explains all the missing panties. Hmm, maybe that explains where all of your pens have gone too. And your half eaten food, and the Polaroids you’ve take of yourself, and your rose to-… Regardless! You’ve had enough of this! You needed him to know just exactly how you felt. What other way than asking him to meet you under the tree on Fri before school ends?

“I already know,” Hm?

“Good. I couldn’t hold this in any longer. You do know just exactly what I feel,”

“Oh my love but I do,” ….my love? What is he taking about.

“What am I talking about? Oh sweetheart, don’t play coy with me. It’s okay; I’ve always know the real reason behind your aggression towards me. Your just shy is all. I just want to let you know that I love you too. More than you could ever know,” he steps forward and arms outstretched and expecting a hug. He push on his chest and stare up at him in confusion. Love him? You don’t love him, you despise him! He chuckles.

“Like I said, it’s okay to be open about how you feel. That’s why you brought me here isn’t it?” What! This wasn’t some sort of confession. Well…technically… but not one of love! He was here to understand how much you loathed him. He had to not like you either, that’s why he did everything you did right…Right!? He hated you. He had to!

“Hate you? (Y/n), I could never hate you. After all you saved me,” at this point you thiught he was joking with you. Furthering your suspicions of his true feelings. You tried marching pasted him only for him to grab you arm. You tried to shuck him off but his grip was strong. All those clubs really built up his physice. He wasn’t the same scrawny little geek you remembered. He was larger, seeming as if he grew a few more inches. He filled out his uniform more, and his eyes became brighter and more emotional. If your affliction for him didn’t exist you’d think he was cute. The only thing that seemed hadn’t changed about him was his unwavering love and loyalty to you. He huffs out an exasperated sign, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I get that your shy my love, but that’s there’s no need to be so rude. We’ll work on a more conventional way to express your emotions,”

“Do I have to spell it out for you! I don’t like you, you creep! You’ve been following me around every since the beginning of this year. You’ve taken everything from me. Clubs, student records, student president! Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get here! You act so laid back and relaxed about everything and it drives me nuts! I hate you!” You push past him again, angry tears forming from all the supressed emotional turmoil. He doesn’t grab you right away which makes you think he’s finally got the picture. Didn’t anyone ever tell you no to turn your back on the enemy? You’re suddenly grabbed and thrusted into the base of the tree. He tsks at your behavior before sighing again. Hands have now moved to your shoulders and apply slight pressure keeping you in place. If that didn’t do it, the way he's looking at you would’ve have; fierce and warning, and yet, filled with so much adoration.

“We need to fix this little attitude of yours, don’t we?” It’s rhetorical. You know that but you feel the urge to snap back at him. Before you could get a word out, you can her the distance ringing of the school bell signaling the end of the day. His phone rings on the last ring. He gives you a hard glare telepathically telling you not to move. He stands straighter and picks it up. With what you heard, the student council meeting is starting soon and the others are wondering where you two are. Saved by the bell. He sighs before grabbing his bag that he placed down as long as your hand before sighing.

“Unfortunately, we can’t continue this conversation my love. Lucky for us, it’s Friday. We’ll have the rest of the weekend to work it out of you,” he throws a coy smirk your way and grabs at his belt, readjusting it a bit. God, what will you do?

Hey loves! Hope you enjoyed. I’m thinking about making apart to of this. I wasn’t really confident in it and decided that I should give more explanation to Miylos behavior. This could just be his introduction and I’ll expand on it. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading!

-Love, Sos❤️

#yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere! nerd x reader #✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

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yxami · 1 year

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Hiii! How are you??

Can you write about a yan!nerd? Like he is the perfect student council present, really cocky, ironic and he usually is bickering reader. I would love to see their dynamic from your point of view!!!

Love your writing, you're so talented

Feeling happy! Thank you for asking. How I imagine a yandere nerd that’s a student council president is to be paired up with some sort of delinquent reader. It makes sense how they would butt heads often, making it the perfect dynamic! Thank you for asking and the compliment! So sweet anon!

description: yandere nerd, student council president nerd, delinquent reader, gn reader, slight nsfw at the end,

Teachers warned him about you. How you got into fights often and how you refused to listen to anyone who tried setting any authority over you. You were frustrating! Not even teachers wanted to deal with you.

That’s why they asked him to deal with you. The upstanding star student, making his way as student council president in his freshmen year. Now, for sure making it as valedictorian of your class. He was the ideal guy, smart, handsome, and kind! Kind to everyone except you.

You didn’t deserve his kindness! Especially not with your attitude! Which is why the both of you fought often, more with words rather than punches, he would never stain his record.

“What is this?” He slammed a paper filled with printed black ink, likely something of importance. You yawned lazily scanning over the paper, seeing that it was your record with all the punishments you’ve gotten. Regardless, you could care less.

“A paper? I thought even you would know that” You looked up, now staring at the student council president that always seemed to interfere with your school life.

“What’s on the paper, genius. Did you get into another fight? Are you really going to make our school look awful by stirring up more trouble?” He glared at you, as if he was the principal of the school, scolding you for another wrong doing.

Your rolled your eyes, showing no interest in talking about your record. It was obvious you weren’t going to change. Why didn’t he just give up already?

“You’re like a mom, nagging me alllll the time. Do you ever loosen up?” You put your arm around his shoulder, you being taller than him was always fun to show when you teased him.

“Because! I seem to be the only one who can deal with you. If you were behaved then you wouldn’t have to deal with me nagging you” He hissed, already annoyed with your responses so far.

“Awh, are we a match made in heaven?” You brought your face close to his, no longer wrapping your arm around him. You scanned his eyes to see how he would react, you were almost unable to keep a straight face.

“W-what! No way, I would never be paired with the likes of you!” He pushed you away, blush dusting his cheeks as his irritated expression was steady.

“Pff! That got you mad huh? Your cheeks are even red!” You laughed, unable to control the laughter at his funny expression. He was so mad, his face was red! It was a funny sight in itself, even more humorous with his defensive words.

Little did you know, the red on his face wasn’t out of anger. It was out of a flustered reaction from your words. His heart beat was beating way faster then he needed. Almost as if he was nervous? Why would he be nervous at you joking that the two of you were destined together?

He quickly stormed off after that interaction, failing to keep his thoughts together. Why did he get weird after that? Did he like you? No fucking way! He’d never like you! You were the complete opposite of him, you had no goals, you had no plans, you weren’t ideal. If he were to get with someone, it would most likely be the student council vice president.

She was a high achieving girl, receiving grades right below him. She was smart, hardworking, and pretty. Yet she didn’t manage to interest him, no matter how many flirty comments she made or slight touches of his arm.

The only person who made him interested and embarrassed with their touches was you. He would never admit it out loud but after that interaction, your touches made him even more flustered. He was now unable to handle your teases where you brought your hands up to his.

Sometimes you’d tease him and intertwine your fingers with his, saying he did a good job in catching you when you broke rules. All of it was jokes to you, but when you got actually mad, it sent a pang of pain into his heart. Almost like he couldn’t handle the thought of you being angry with him?

Tch, who did you think you were?! Making your way into his heart just with some touches and words.

“Hey! What do you think of coming over to my house?” You walked alongside your familiar frenemy, as if you were best-friend’s.

“Huh? For what?” He looked at you, confused on why you randomly came up to him, and why you were asking him that.

“To study! I need help because my teacher has been annoying me about not doing any work so..” You grinned looking at him. An obvious sign that you wanted him to help you in your problem.

“My time is money, I’m not going to do it for free” He rolled his eyes, knowing you wouldn’t want to pay for tutoring. He stopped to look at you so the two of you could talk calmly rather than be rushed.

“Awh, cmon! I don’t wanna ask that girlfriend of yours, she looks like she’d be a bitch about it” You whined, looking at him with pleading eyes. You even put your hands together in a begging manner. “Pretty please? I won’t run into trouble for a bit if you do”

“What girlfriend? And fine, as long as you’re on time when I’m waiting outside for you” He sighed, quickly giving in despite his old self who would’ve likely taken longer.

“That student council girl? She’s not your girlfriend?” You titled your head, confused. You thought they were dating or at least something going on. She was always touching him and laughing when they were together. Not like you were stalking them, she was just loud.

“No! I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t have time for any romance business” He had a stern look in his eyes like he was serious about school being more important. He didn’t even know that you believed she was. He was glad that the two of you cleared that up though. He wasn’t even sure why he was relieved.

“Ohh, man maybe that’s why you’re so uptight! It’s cause you’ve never gotten” You made a example with two of your hands, using your pointer finger to go through your other two fingers that made a hole. You were giggling seeing his face expression after he realized what you meant.

His face quickly lit up with embarrassment, moving your hands down and hushing you.

“You’re so inappropriate!!” He had an irritated and embarrassed face expression set on his face. Quickly cooling down after you left, laughing your ass off. The two of you spoke about the meet up and that it was straight after school. He sighed, moving on to go to lunch. Unable to stop his mind from thinking about you and your stupid little antics.

Once school ended, you made your way outside, where he would be waiting for you. You quickly found him, talking to the student council vice president but you didn’t care. They weren’t together so she wouldn’t care if you swooped in and took him.

“Ready to go?” You went up to them, looking at him to see if he was. She seemed annoyed with the fact that you were trying to end their conversation together. You didn’t really care though, not your problem.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He looks back at her, not noticing her annoyance. He was observant but when it came to crushes on him, he was blind and dense.

“Yeah.. see you later” She fixed the frown on her face to an unenthusiastic smile. Why were the two of you walking home together? When did you guys suddenly become close? She glared as the two of you walked away.

“Is she your only friend?” You looked at him, curious whether he had other friends or not. You knew he talked to her, but that’s about it.

“No, I have other friends.” He rolled his eyes at you, finding it offensive that you believed he had nobody else.

“I’ve never seen them, I only see her, maybe you guys are going to get together!” You laughed at the idea of the President and Vice president of the student council getting together. It wasn’t out of the question, it actually made sense.

“That’s because she’s in the student council too. I hang out with my friends during lunch. What about you? I never see you with anyone, I should be asking you if you have any” He chuckled at his slight rebuttal, even if it wasn’t an argument.

“I do have a friend, he’s really funny!” You grinned.

He? What friend were you talking about? Did you have a crush on someone? Your eyes lit up when you said you did have a friend. Why was he jealous? He shouldn’t be jealous over something so dumb. Hell! He shouldn’t be jealous at all!

“What’s his name?” He looked at you, searching for any signs of fondness to your ‘friend’ His eyes scanned you and your every movement.

“No way am I telling you! All I’m saying is that he’s super uptight. He can really be funny when he lets loose though. I argue with him a lot but I think we’re still friends even if he might not” You beamed, finding it humorous that he still hasn’t caught on. His confused face just made it more entertaining.

“So you have a friend, but he might not even think you’re friends?” He looked puzzled. What type of friendship would that be? For one person to have no established title on it but the other person does. Sounds like something one sided, which calmed his heart that beat with jealousy.

“Yeah, don’t you think that’s familiar?” You glanced away, looking at the familiar street that showed you were close to your house, just a few more houses away.

“No? I don’t know him” He looked away, confusion still written all over his face.

You snorted out laughing a little harder than you expected.

“I’m talking about you! You’re so dense”

“Me? We’re friends?” He paused his words in perplexity. He intended to ask if you genuinely considered him a friend but now he just sounded exactly like how you described him.

“I like to think so, even if we bicker a lot. If you don’t think we’re friends then it’s fine, I’m not going to die over it” You pulled out your keys from your back pocket, walking to your door and unlocking it.

“Then we’re friends!” He randomly announced, as if it was important to say it.

“Pff, okay! Best of friends” You opened the door and you were tempted to toss your book-bag on the floor like usual but you remembered the two of you had to study, well more like he had to help you study.

You opened your room door, letting him go inside first before flicking the light switch up. The room lit up and the fan began spinning, providing a cool environment. You set your bag down and closed the door. You didn’t want your siblings to bother you while you studied.

You grabbed all the things you needed for studying, while he got out a pencil and an eraser. He also set down white-out as well, almost like he was prepared to correct any mistakes of yours. You sat alongside him, even if your shoulders and thighs were touching, you weren’t freaking out since you were always close to him.

It was relaxing to feel his body heat touching you since your room was somewhat cold. You had no clue that he was the complete opposite.

His palms felt sweaty, was he sweating? Did he look nervous? Did you know how close the two of you were? Can you see the blush on his cheeks? Why was he so flustered? You were just a friend! And A delinquent!

The two of you studied for awhile, even if he was the student council president, he was getting anxious correcting your mistakes. Every-time you did get something wrong, you’d ask what it was and turn your head. When you did, the two of your faces were so close.

“So what’s wrong with that one?” Your eyebrows were knitted in confusion, not realizing what you wrote down wrong.

“You didn’t have to add this method, you could’ve just used this one which is way shorter” He erased your writing and wrote the better method, swiping the bits of eraser away.

“Ah, that makes sense” You nodded agreeing with his method, he had nice handwriting as well, that was neat and easy to read. He was a really organized guy, you liked that.

You thanked him and the two of you continued studying for awhile; right up until it was almost dark outside, you could see it from the window. You got up stretching, groaning from being in the same place for so long.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back” You walked to your bathroom that was connected to your room and closed the door. The lining between the wall and door lit up and he just waited for a bit.

He got up and started looking around your room; noticing how you seemed like you were going to take a bit. He looked at your closet and all the cool toned clothes you wore. He noticed that your hamper was full with dirty clothes. On top was a pair of underwear, it was black and wasn’t hidden away in the other dirty laundry.

He looked away, embarrassed for some reason. Did you have no shame to at least put it further down the hamper? His thoughts ran around pondering about you in that underwear and only that. He could feel something twitch down below, how could he be getting a boner from just thinking about you! Does he actually like you?

He heard you coming out the bathroom and he hastily grabbed your underwear, shoving it in his pocket. He sat down, mind running fast about why he grabbed it. It was too late to go and put it back now, and he wouldn’t try either.

The two of you hung out after you came back, deciding to not study any further. You insisted on walking him home but he said it was fine and made his way to his house. He quickly locked himself in his room, changing into something more comfortable. He set down the newly stolen piece of clothing on his bedside table.

After he changed he laid down, looking at your underwear that he held up. He still didn’t understand why he instinctively stole it. He was supposed to hate you! Not steal your clothes and take it home! You were still a delinquent. And his new friend who was really kind and fun to argue with but still!

He brought the underwear to his face, whiffing it. It clearly smelt like you, but it had an addicting part to it. He didn’t know what it was but it kept pushing him to continue. His pajama pants were unable to hide the bulge he had.

He lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his now hard cock that twitched at the smell of you. He shamelessly pressed your underwear onto his face with his other hand touching himself. Why did it feel so good, especially when it was the thought of you that made him so hard.

Why were you making him feel like this? God, he hates you! Hates you for making him feel this way, and especially hates you for fueling the lust he has for you. He whimpered and groaned, somewhat muffled by the garment. He kept jerking himself off until he came. He had never cum so hard before.

This became a routine for him whenever he missed you. As much as he hated it, it was addicting. He would deny liking you in his mind, but the fact he touched himself to the thought of you said otherwise. He just hoped one day you’d confess so he wouldn’t have to admit his feelings.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 6 months

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Male Yandere Husband x Pregnant Female Stepford Wife Reader

(I don’t think you’ve done anything like this yet? So if not, think you can try?)

I want him to be a master manipulator, but really delusional in a loving/devoted sense. Believing that what he’s doing is for our best interest, as well as the baby’s. That includes confining us at home, always being with us 24/7 when we’re outside our home, etc. And generally getting us to be 100% dependent on him, (like we already weren’t heavily dependent on him before…)

Thank you!!! 💝

Yandere! Husband! Politician x Pregnant! Fem! Stepford! Wife! Reader

SORRY IT TOOK ME LONG TO GET THIS REQUEST DONE!

I got busy with University that I only got to write right now. I'm so tired lol

Journalism is... Something...

I had a hard time incorporating the yandere stuff with such a willing reader, but I tried LOL.

This one's only got two sections, since the both of you are married already, so it went straight to the yandere-ness.

But here ya go! Requests will be back on once more!

BTW, the master list is up now! It's my pinned post.

Yandere! Politician name: Maximus

Maximus.

Just like his name, he was the greatest Politician out there. Whatever that means.

He's charming, intuitive, generous, kind, and compassionate.

Every election season, if you ask people who will they vote as a mayor or whatever position Maximus ran as, they'll say

"Isn't it obvious? Of course it's Maximus!"

So it didn't faze the people that he won whenever he ran.

As young as he is, he's always been active in the political sphere. From the student council, he's always been in the highest positions out there. Secretary, Vice President, and President.

Hell, if you ask him to do treasury, then he'll gladly accept and do it much better than the current treasurer or auditor. No specks, no crumbs, a clean liquidation sheet.

And when he graduated as the University president, local parties flocked towards him to invite him in their political party.

So many choices for the great Maximus.

After many days of researching and finding out the dirt, secrets, strengths, and weaknesses of each political party, he chose a party suited for the straight laced man.

That, and that you were there.

You were the unlisted assistant of your father, who was running as vice mayor, and is finding a mayor to be with.

This was perfect.

Maximus has always liked you.

Scratch that.

He always loved you.

You were the daughter of a well known governor inside your city. Pristine, shy, quiet, and always had a smile in your face, everyone back in school liked you. You were the epitome of etiquette and manners. If parents want somebody to compare to their child to belittle them, it would be you, little miss perfect.

Both of you live in a small city, almost a town size. So everyone knew each other, and you both lived in the same district.

it's just that he didn't fly under your radar from how busy he is.

Unlike your father, you never joined politics. You just sat there, studied, did some small knitting projects or sewing. Maybe even drawing if you felt like it.

At first, Maximus didn't really pay you any attention, until he heard your conversation with your friends.

"What? Seriously?"

"I am serious." Your melodious laugh echoed through the empty halls. It was already 5pm, and only a handful of students are left.

"But... That's so traditional lol."

"I know, but really. I just want to stay at home, serve my husband, take care of our kids... You know, the gist."

"But, you said you'll do Social work, Home eco, or culinary in Uni. So what's up with that?"

You just smiled at your friends until they said "oh..." in understanding.

Those courses can help develop your home rearing skills.

"I mean, sure. If you're happy with that." One of your friends finally broke the silence, followed by "meh's..." "eh..." and grunts of approval.

"Thank you for accepting for who I am." You smiled once more at them and they gave you an understanding grin.

Then and there, Maximus became curious about you.

Maximus also had a traditional way of thinking. Not all women, but his wife should just be staying pretty in his home, while taking care of their children...

He knew that only a small percentage of people would be open to that notion, and he was fine with it.

It did made him feel lonely sometimes. He's always dreamt of a domestic life, but the woman is always a faceless grey glob. He just can't see somebody in his life who would be willing to be like that.

So when he heard your conversation, that night in his dreams, he woke up sweating and confused when the faceless glob greeted him. But rather than the glob, it was you. Smiling with two children who looked like the exact perfect mix of the both of you.

"What the fuck..." He breathed out of his mouth, shaking his head.

Now, every night, his dreams were infiltrated with you.

And that started in highschool, all throughout University, up until you both graduated.

Your paths never crossed once more, since he's in AP classes most of the time, both of you were on different blocks in senior highschool despite having the same strand, and he chose Political Science in University while you did BS in Home Economics. But he always peeled his eyes for you. Dismissal, lunch, even breaks.

His friends teased him for having such a long time crush, and he just laughed and waved his hand.

And when the both of you graduated, he's about to confess his feelings when he saw you talking with a man, with eyes so wide and filled with adoration.

He felt his heart break.

He was numb, standing there and looking at you interact with the man who was smiling down at you with a ruffle on your hair.

He felt irrationally jealous.

Wait, him? Jealous?

He never felt jealous.

Did he?

He doesn't know anymore.

All he could see is you holding a bouquet of lilies and smelling it while the man hugged you.

He wants to rip the man limb from limb, desecrate his body, and feed it to the alligators.

Why is he wrapping his arms around you like that? He never heard you getting a boyfriend?

And he has a lot of connections to know.

Then he scoffed, like a breath of fresh air rushing into his lungs.

He needed a break.

When did he act like this? When did he become so...

He doesn't even know what it's called.

He's always been a good man. One that doesn't know anger, jealousy, possessiveness...

But what's this? Feelings that stirred inside him threatened to spill out.

So he ran away before it would get worse.

Years later, seeing your name in that certain partylist, he knew he had to join it. Just for a one sided closure he needed.

"Hello! You're Y/N right? You went to the same... School as me!" Maximus said, leaning his upper body to meet your face. His face soft, gentle, and mellow.

"O-oh! Hello sir Maximus! I knew we did, but I didn't know you knew me..." You shyly answered, your thumb brushing against the back of your other hand.

Maximus gulped.

He didn't realize how much he is missing you.

His eyes scanned towards your desk and his eyes widened a bit when he saw the man once more with you in a photo, but this time, with your father and mother.

So, with his trembling lips from the sudden hope bubbling inside him, he pointed.

"Is that your family?" He whispered and you nodded with a soft smile of adoration.

"Yes. I love them a lot." You said, caressing the photo. "That's my dad, mom, and my big brother."

"Oh! That's amazing. It's rare to see a tight knit family nowadays. I mean, families falling left and right, can't people just communicate and--" Maximus rambled, not even caring if the things he's saying is insensitive. He was just so happy that he actually has a chance to woo you.

"Is that so? I mean, my family had fallouts, and sometimes communication is not enough. Actions speak louder than words, of course." You said, carrying the conversation further.

Maximus grinned before taking a seat beside you and talking about deep, familial stuff. With him sprinkling hints of him being a traditional man.

You didn't miss the hints, evident from the blush forming on your cheeks and the shyness emanating from your words faltering.

And he found it adorable.

Once you both ran out of things to debate, he held your hand gently.

"Hey, y/n, what do you think about going on a date with me?"

The rest is history.

"Darling, I'm home!" Maximus yelled once he got inside the mansion. "Today was a bit of a mess..."

Maximus heard an excited gasp and shuffling before he saw you waddling towards him, with a 7 month pregnant belly.

"Welcome home, darling." You greeted him with the smile he loves.

You took off his coat and hung it on the rack, before guiding him towards the kitchen.

"I helped cook today! The dinner for this night is lamb ch... Maximus?"

Maximus has a frown on his face, looking at you with such a disapproving look.

"Darling, why are you working in the kitchen?" He gently asked, caressing your belly. "You're pregnant, you need to rest always!"

You shrunk down a bit, sad.

"But I want to serve you again..."

Maximus' eyes softened at your words before giving you a loving kiss on your forehead.

"I know, darling. But that's what the chefs are for right? The servants too. I hired them to take care of you. Of us." He said, guiding you to the couch and gently sitting you down. "I don't want you getting tired. You're already being burdened by being pregnant and nurturing our child."

You nodded, easily swayed by his words.

"I know... Give me a kiss?" You asked, tilting your head up. He chuckled and gave you a soft peck.

"There. Now stay there, alright? We'll be eating here in the living room. You're already walking too much." Maximus said before hugging you and going to the kitchen.

Once he got to the kitchen, he grabbed a knife and threw it at the chef that was already cowering in the corner.

"Why did you let Y/N work?" He growled out, his eyes sharp, deadly, and authoritative.

Ever since you got married to Maximus, his protectiveness shot through the roof. He doesn't like it when he doesn't know where you are, he doesn't know when he doesn't know what you are doing, he doesn't like it if you talked to people he doesn't know personally.

He installed cameras, mics, and planted people around you that he knew he can scare into submission.

Especially now you're pregnant, he's making sure you always stayed beside him.

When did he become so twisted, from the nice, generous, and kind politician, to something like... Him?

"S-sir, the madam insisted on cooking for you!" The chef trembled out.

You were a rare type of woman who was so open to just being at home, and be the wife he needed to see every time he goes home.

He can't let you go.

Ever.

Maximus sneered and bit his nail, eyes sharp with thoughts.

"I need to drill in more thoughts into her pretty head..." Maximus grumbled.

You were already so willing just being inside the mansion, and so open to his manipulation that you weren't aware of.

He told you that you don't need to go out, that the world was a scary place for a wife like you. And that whenever you go out, you needed to be by his side.

He's already working so hard serving the city, and serving you is a bonus, and a privilege.

He's so occupied with taking care of the place both of you growing up, yet had the time, love, affection, and care to single you out and shower you with his attention. Why would you need to do anything other than serving him as his wife? That's blasphemy, and selfish.

He drilled that in your mind.

And you were so accepting of the fact too.

"If she insisted on helping in the kitchen once more, tell her 'what would sir think?', okay?" He spat out at the poor chef before suddenly smiling. "Don't tell anybody this, or else your family gets it."

He walked away with a triumphant smile and grabbed the food from the counter.

He walked towards you, and saw you scratching your cheek softly confused and scared, almost.

"What's wrong, darling?" Maximus asked, worry etched on his face as he sat down beside you.

"Oh, uh, I just..." You gave him your phone, which was ringing with the number of the exclusive nursery room designer he hired. "C-can you talk to him? I don't know what to do..."

Maximus shivered, seeing you so dependent on him.

Clueless on what to do, on what to say.

He smiled before taking the call for you, with his hand holding yours.

You didn't even start eating yet, waiting for his words to start.

His cute little wife can't even eat by herself.

How... perfect.

This was his perfect life.

With the perfect wife.

And he'll be damned if he didn't protect this.

If he didn't protect you.

So just be swayed with his words and put yourself in his palm.

He will make sure you are well taken care of, and that your pretty little brain will not hurt from thinking too much.

That's a promise.

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oggirlboss · 1 month

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[eat!]

pairing[s]: rich! yandere!levi ackerman x anorexic!afab!reader

warnings: disordered eating, insecurities, implied [light] stalking.

summary: reader struggles with healthy eating and levi isn't blind to it.

artwork belongs to gemmsenn on twitter.

the last bell of the day resonated in the hazy minds of everyone in the classroom. the teacher sighed, quickly jotting down the page numbers for the upcoming homework assignment while everyone scrambled to put their school supplies away into their backpack. you piled all your books into your bag and slung it over your shoulder as you morphed into the crowd that was forming at the door, pushing and shoving past each other into the hallway. you tried your best to weave through the sea of people, carefully maneuvering yourself to avoid all contact with unwanted persons. upon emerging into the sunlit courtyard, you began your trek back home. it's roughly two miles to get from school to your house, but the walk home wasn't very familiar yet. you started walking to and from school at the beginning of this week so you could get some extra exercise in each morning and afternoon. you were glad for the opportunity it provided you and your mother because she didn't have to worry about driving you, and you didn't have to worry about her pestering you into eating breakfast before you left for school. it allowed her to get a good night's sleep everyday, which she really needed after she started working a combined afternoon and evening shift at the local diner in order to put away some money for your college fund.

she's such a good mom. you smiled at the thought. she deserves a better daughter.

these self-deprecating thoughts washed over you in waves, and if you didn't snap yourself out of it, you would be caught in a lethal undertow. just as you closed your eyes to submit to the numbing feeling, you heard a car engine purr to life, and were startled to see it heading your direction, going faster and faster by the second. it screeched to a halt beside where you stood on the sidewalk, suspense held a tight grip on your bones as the driver's window slowly rolled down, the inky blackness inside the car becoming exposed to the sunlight that illuminated the world outside of it.

"oi, [l/n]!" a deep voice sounded from inside the car, it made you uneasy that this random person knew your name, but something about it was strikingly familiar. you tried to remember who this person could be, but before you could could actually think, the driver leaned his head out the window to smile up at you.

"levi?" you hunch over and grip the straps of your backpack tightly. levi was the vice president of the student council and the co-founder of a food bank on the outskirts of town. levi ackerman was also notoriously known around school for the large sum of money he inherited from his deceased uncle kenny. levi and his mother used to be nobodies that lived in the less savory parts of town, but now they owned the biggest mansion on sina avenue, where all of the other rich people lived. it was also thirteen miles in the opposite direction. "what are you doing here? don't you live on the other side of town?" you didn't mean to sound rude, but his behavior was a little weird.

"oh." levi let a faint blush dust his cheeks. he didn't think you knew that about him, but he was pleased that he had gained a big enough reputation at school for you to notice him. after all, he had worked very hard for it. "in all honesty, i was following you. you looked lonely and i wanted to offer you a ride home."

"that's nice of you." you smiled, thinking of a way to decline without being rude.

"is it?" his head tilted to the side as a weary smile graced his features.

"i mean... yeah." maybe it was your imagination, but something about him was a little off-putting. you'd thought it was weird how during lunch today you turned around to look at levi and saw that he'd already been staring at you. it was odd to see that the day after you lost your chapstick, he started using the same brand. it was unsettling to see that he was always reading a book that you had read before and placed on the bookshelf in your room. it was all just too weird for your liking, but you were raised to trust your intuition. "i'm fine, thank you for the offer though. have a nice afternoon." you quickly spoke out before walking briskly in the other direction.

"wait!" he shouted. slowly following you with his car. "please let me drive you home. i don't want you walking alone on the side of the road."

"it's really no problem. it's how i've always gotten home." a harmless lie, but it couldn't be helped. you needed to get this guy off your tail. he let out an exasperated sigh.

"please, [y/n]. get in the car." you didn't want to be mean to him, since he's never been anything but nice to you. you really were getting too soft. wordlessly, you walked around and sat in the passengers seat of his car. he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. "thank you."

his car had an all black interior, and his bag was in the back seat. you pulled the straps off your back and leaned over the console to place yours beside his. he couldn't stop himself from admiring the swell of your breasts as your back arched to reach where you wanted to place your backpack. he waited patiently for you to buckle your seatbelt before driving off. you thought it would be best to pursue a conversation rather than sit in an awkward silence. you pondered over a question to ask him as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

"what kind of music do you listen to?" you inwardly applauded yourself for the excellent on the spot question.

"i try not to listen to music very often. it's distracting."

"oh." maybe your attempt to make conversation wasn't as excellent as you thought. you didn't excel in small talk, and your small circle of friends definitely proved that. it's not like they weren't good people, but sometimes they spread rumors about you and even say disgusting things to your face. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me. your earliest memory was your mother bandaging up your scraped knee after mikasa ackerman pushed you to the ground and called you nasty names. that lesson was ingrained in your mind, but it's message never rang true. words do hurt. they sit in a boiling pot in your brain until it spills over the edge, scalding everyone it touches. it was becoming more and more difficult to keep focus lately, your mind was barely holding on by a thread. there was white noise filling up the car, distracting you from everything that existed outside of your thoughts. you didn't even notice he was talking until he poked your shoulder. shaking yourself out of your stupor, you looked over at levi with a dazed look on your face.

"i'm sorry, did you say something?"

"i asked if you wanted to grab some food along the way." he tilted his head, wondering where your focus had gone for those few seconds. it may have been a bit weird, but it didn't raise any alarm in him. meanwhile you were panicking at the thought of food.

"no no no. i'm good." you hurriedly stated. "thanks for the offer though."

"really?" levi asked, looking down at the way you held your shrunken stomach. "because it's no problem."

"no, i promise i'm not hungry at all." he must've seen through your façade, his eyebrows furrowed as he scrutinized how odd you were acting.

"not even if it's fast food? i promise it won't take any time at all."

"no. no, i just want to go home."

"please?" this immediate refusal of food was beginning to trouble him. what if there was something really wrong with you? "i insist."

you slowly began to understand that you weren't winning this battle. concessions needed to be made. "okay, i guess." levi visibly relaxed.

"alright, where do you want to eat?"

"anywhere should be fine."

"okay..." he paused as he thought of a restaurant you might like. "what about jack in the box?" you hissed at the thought of their high calorie menu.

"i dunno. what about panera bread?" you felt a bit guilty about the suggestion since it was so far away from where you were, but seeing levi's eyes light up at your choice made it all melt away.

perfect. he thought. the only panera bread is two towns away, it'll give me more time to spend with her. "that sounds wonderful. much better than anything i would have come up with." you smiled a bit at his kind words.

"thank you."

the drive there was less awkward from then on out. levi seemed very interested in hearing you talk about books you like, and sometimes he would chime in if he didn't understand what you were saying. you however were very excited to have someone who was willing to listen to your raving antics. at least levi payed attention to you, and didn't brush you to the side like your few friends did. once you reached the drive through, you told levi your order and he relayed it to the person on duty. he handed you your food and tore at the wrappings of his sandwich as he drove away. you set your soup in your lap, wrapping your hands around the warm sides of the plastic container. he frowned at this.

"you aren't going to eat it?" he asked as he took another bite.

"not yet."

"but your soup will get cold?" you could have laughed at the innocent look in his eyes as he expressed his concern over your soup.

"oh, no. it'll be fine. i can just heat it up in the microwave when i get home." and before you knew it, you were already parked outside of your house. "this was fun. we should do it again." you smiled as levi nodded. he was already looking forward to it. you opened the door as you tried to exit the car, but you were probed by your curiosity to ask him the question that had been gnawing at you. "by the way, levi-" you turned around in your seat and met his cold eyes. dark brown hair fell over them, half obscuring his vision of you. he obviously needed to give himself a haircut. "how did you know where i live?"

"well, uh," he stalled trying to think of a good excuse. "i'm the vice president of the student council. it's only natural that i have access to the files of every student beneath my command and know their places of residence." you carefully saw through his defense.

"that doesn't sound like it would be nessacary to do your job though."

"what are you going to do? tell on me?" his words spoke of a challenge, but his eyes flaunted a certainty that reminded you that you stood powerless against the vice-president.

you bit your lip, hesitating to find the right answer. "i guess you're right." you grabbed your soup and your backpack and left him alone in his car. once you were back in the confines of your room, you thought back to your conversations with levi as you sipped at your cold soup.

levi's so pretty, but he'll never like you in that way unless you're skinny. there were some days where you saw the thicker girls on instagram and thought about how cute they were and how nice it would be to get back to a more stable weight, but other days made you feel disgusting for even considering that option. you used to be so passionate about losing weight and seeing the fat roll of your body. the lack of motivation to lose weight lately has turned you lazy, and it's gotten so bad that you've started to almost enjoy food again. there was a part of yourself that still harbored those thoughts, the ones that said it was better to be a combination of skinny and sad than fat and happy. but that didn't mean that you cared enough to change it.

most nights were spent crying into your pillow while scrolling through the saved thinspo on your phone and re-reading the underlined sections in your purchased copy of wintergirls by laurie halse-anderson. your mind always wandered off when you did these things. that was by far your biggest obstacle when it came to losing weight. the rational side of your brain tried to convince you that you were just like everyone else, and you deserved to eat just as much as they did. these thoughts were always drowned out by the self-deprecating ones. but that little seed that told you how worthy you were of food was always lingering, and sometimes you listened to it. of course you were overwhelmed with guilt when you binged, but that couldn't be helped. you needed to renew your vigor to stop eating so you can get to your goal weight. the hope that you could get smaller and prettier was the only thing that gave your life any meaning. it was by no means a life worth living, but it was yours. there were girls your age enjoying what life had to offer at parties and preparing for the rest of their lives in dim-lit libraries, but you didn't have the energy to spare much of either. instead you let the walls of your room cage you, and nested into the comforts of your bed as soon as you got home every night.

you couldn't afford to be doing those things now, not while you were fat. the bottle of laxatives rattled around in your backpack, but the sound was easy to ignore while your raging headache was at the forefront of your mind. it wasn't as if hadn't drank enough water to drown a fish today, and the three tylenol pills you swallowed in second period weren't helping to ease your pain at all.

all of this suffering will be worth it though when you get your new body. you'll be able to take pictures of yourself in the mirror and not feel embarrassed, and have boney hands that will look like they were picked off of a skeleton. you could sit daintily in levi's lap and feel him rub bruises into your staunch hipbones. but most of all you'll be pretty. you can finally look how you feel on the inside. but until then, you'll just have to suffer.

you were shivering down to your bones as you walked to school the next morning. you knew that you were more at risk for contracting an illness because of your abnormal eating habits, but as always, here you were placing your academics above your health. it was a struggle to open the wrought iron doors of school, the few people in the hallway oblivious to how you pulled and tugged at the handle to no avail. a scuffle of shoes behind you and a half-hearted sigh alerted you of the presence of a person beside you. "tch. can't even open a shitty door. you froze, recognizing the voice instantly. why did it have to be levi, of all people, to see you so weak?

"ah, sorry about that." you said as you moved to the side, allowing him to open the door for the both of you. he ushered you inside, quickly taking notice of how thin your sweater was. you clearly couldn't take care of yourself. not if you couldn't even look over the damn weather report that said the temperature would drop below freezing today. he walked slowly, not wanting you to get too far behind him. before he knew what he was doing, he turned to his side to say some snide remark to you about your clear lack of athletic prowess, only to go pale as he sees you aren't even there. he turned around to see that you were still breathing heavily and leaning against the wall. he hurried back over to where you stood, providing an arm for you to cling to as he supported your weight. you must've been quite the sight for him to be staring at you so worried. "you're pale as death. you look like you've seen a ghost." you joked, hoping that he would laugh and ease your nerves, but he didn't. he continued staring at you unblinkingly, like you had sprouted a second head.

"there is something wrong with you." he spoke softly so only you could hear.

"wow." you put the remaining energy you had into laughing and throwing a light punch into his shoulder. "you sure know how to offend a girl. i didn't even know you could be so rude."

"that's not what i meant and you know it." there was a flaming intensity in his face, he was only a few steps away from looking furious, and with every joke you tried to crack he stepped closer to that line. "do you need me to take you to the infirmary?"

"no, i'll be alright. plus you must have heard the horror stories that are told about nurse jaeger. can you walk me to my next class though?" you smiled up at him weakly. the worried expression on his face dropped, he looked like he was back to his old self. back to not caring enough to show a single emotion. he let you hold onto his shoulder as he walked you closer and closer to the nurses office. "very funny. this doesn't look like a classroom." you said as he helped you settle into one of the beds.

"i'll wait with you until the nurse comes back." he said. a sudden shout from the hallway roused you out of your thoughts. you turned to see nurse jaeger chewing out a kid for running through the halls as she chased after him, also running in the hall. it was quite the sight. by the time she'd tired herself out, she had come back to her office trying to catch her breath.

"ah, levi." she swallowed some air heavily. "it's good to see you again. what are you here for?"

"[y/n] wasn't feeling very well, so i decided to bring her to you."

"is this true, [y/n]?" she said turning over to you, bringing her hand up to feel for your temperature. you nodded, not meeting her gaze.

"well i'll see what i can do." carla quickly set out to gather all her medical instruments and place them on the bed as she started to tend to you. the bright light she shined in your eyes was starting to give you a headache and the tongue depressor she shoved down your throat tasted like it had been used. she pushed the thermometer too far underneath your tongue and squeezed your arm too tight as she took your blood pressure. "well, the good news is that you don't have strep, but the bad news is you're running a low grade fever, and your blood pressure is astoundingly low." she sighed. "i'll call your mom to come pick you up." your eyes widened as you realized the severity of this situation. if your mom found out you were sick she'd spoon feed you her awful chicken soup and you didn't have the time or patience to deal with that. the calories that alone contained were enough to give you a headache.

"wait! you don't have to do that. i can walk myself home. promise." carla was surprised at your outburst, especially since excuses were the first thing out of your mouth. carla hated excuses.

"well tough titties, sister. she's getting a call." carla was just about to place her hand on the phone before levi spoke up.

"you know nurse jaeger, i could walk [y/n] home and pump her full of advil and be back before school even starts." he pressed his index finger to the hollow of his chin while he thought about it. "and nobody would be the wiser." carla's brows furrowed as she sighed.

"i suppose that would be alright so long as you come straight back to school. no funny business." she waved her finger back and forth as she shook her head.

"thank you, ma'am." levi said as he helped you out of bed and out into the hallway. you were long out of earshot when you decided to speak again.

"thanks."

"for what? for helping you, or for getting carla to not call your mom?" he felt awkward trying to half carry you while others watched. "what was that about?"

"i guess i just don't want to bother her." you frowned at how pathetic you sounded. "she already does so much for me. i don't want to be a burden." levi opened the door for you and started ushering you towards the passengers side of his car.

"but she's your mother. you're allowed to be dependent on her, especially if you're sick."

"i know. i know. it's just, it's that, i don't want her to find out what i've been doing." levi tilted his head as he opened the car door for you and buckled your seatbelt. he thought about all of his observations, everything he'd written down about what he's seen from you, and it wasn't like he had seen you doing anything wrong. you were his perfect angel.

"what do you mean by that?" you were halfway passed out, leaning against the window as he rushed to get you back home. you felt a migraine start to form as you tried your best to loosen your aching body.

"i don't want my mom to find out i've stopped eating because i don't want her to worry." before you could comprehend what exactly you had said, you felt the momentum of the car halt to a complete stop. you were just at the exit of the school's property as levi put the car in park and turned to face you. shit. you were never going to make it home at this rate. you didn't mean for it to slip out so casually. your brain was just so foggy lately, and with this fever adding on to it, your thoughts were even more scattered. levi tried his best to remain calm as he thought of all the questions he had.

"why did you stop eating?" his brows furrowed. "is it to lose weight? i promise that you don't need to do that." you rubbed the tip of your shoes together and kept your gaze to the ground so you didn't have to look him in the eyes. you knew that if you looked into his eyes it would all feel too real, and that's when the tears would start. god, i'm such a crybaby. you thought as you pondered what your response would be to levi's question.

"it's less about losing the weight and more about experiencing what i'll have once i lose it."

"well what's that?"

"you know, people treat you nicer when you're skinny, and they call you pretty and stuff." your teeth pressed into your lip and were seconds away from drawing blood. "but that sounds stupid, doesn't it?" levi ignored your question entirely.

"is that it?" he sighed. "you want to be called pretty? i'll call you pretty right now and you won't have to lose the weight." your face scrunched together as you tried to think of another excuse.

"it's not just that, it will be easier to move without all the extra fat hanging off me, and i'll be able to fit in cute clothes, and i'll be able to sit in someone's lap without worrying about crushing them, and i'll have a flat tummy." you drummed your pointer finger on the tip of your chin as you tried to think of anything that would justify you starving yourself. "my ribcage will start sticking out more and i won't be insecure about having a double chin, because it'll get starved off my body. oh! and thin legs too. i really want to have skinny legs."

levi couldn't find it in himself to reply, he just stared at you with his mouth agape. how could you be so blind? how could you not see yourself the way that he sees you? "you don't need all of that." levi felt his voice crack more than he heard it.

"that doesn't mean i can't want it." your lips trembled as you felt the tears start to form. you knew this wasn't fucking normal, but you pretended to believe that there was no other option for you. "i want to be prettier, levi. i don't want to get better." you shifted around in your seat to face him and shoved your face into the crook of his neck. your arms wrapped around him and your heart plummeted when he didn't move to embrace you back. you just sobbed into his shoulder, getting the fabric of his nice shirt wet with your tears and snot. this was awful, but when he brought his arms up to hold you closer to him, you knew that this was the worst part. it wasn't the headaches or the purging or the memory loss. it was the feeling of being weak in front of the person you admired most that made the pain of every other part of life pale in comparison. you realized as you clung onto each other like a lifeline, that things couldn't get worse. you were comforted as you thought about how much better things could get if you kept levi by your side.

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[yandere] popular jock alpha 🏈 x overachiever omega 🎓

hunter ramirez x remy griffin

heeeeyyyy :)

if anyone remembers, I posted a poll a while back about what yandere scenario I should post first and it was a tie between jock and streamer. so here's the jock one now!

these are original characters and not associated with any fandom content I've posted before. thus, it is not x reader, BUT when I get more posts out, I will accept requests for those who want to create their own little scenario ;).

MAJOR SHOUTOUT to @darling--core and her yandere jock character who was pretty much the entire inspiration for me wanting to create yandere content. literally messaged her and was like 'gurl can I use this as inspiration?' and she said yes so I'm very happy to share this with everyone now.

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REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

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Senior year is always the start of some bullshit.

Remy Griffin, upcoming class valedictorian, student council president, and recipient of various titles and awards is skilled at many things. Elected president of the Math Leagues for the last three consecutive years, he’s led his school to the national mathematics competition every year, never leaving with anything below 1st place.

He single-handedly rallied his school together for multiple protests, whether against unfair school rules or in support of a global cause.

He won his seat on the student council during his junior year, initially as the vice president, coming in 2nd behind Hoeniffer—*ahem*— Jennifer Farrow who was gunning for the presidential seat against him. He suspected the ho—girl of cheating and after thorough investigation and use of his charming Omega nature, he discovered it to be the truth. As a result, Hoeniffer was kicked from the student council, and Remy was elected to his rightful seat as President, with his close friend Dustin Bellerose taking his place as V.P.

There was nothing Remy couldn’t solve or achieve.

So why the hell couldn’t he manage to rid himself of the school’s most popular, yet insufferable Alpha, Hunter Ramirez?

Hunter held similar achievements to Remy, only his were mainly athletic. Captain to the football, basketball, and baseball teams since sophomore year. He’s led the school to numerous championships and has had college scouts from all over the country coming to see him play.

Yet, none of those things seem more important to him than obsessing and chasing after the school’s resident overachiever.

Hunter and Remy have gone to the same school since 1st grade, and as far as the Omega could remember, Hunter never showed him attention like this. Minus some instances where he noted the Alpha’s questionable behaviors, he never gave Remy reason to think he was an obsessive and controlling freak.

But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed signs of Hunter’s growing obsession with him as far back as freshman year.

It was relatively small stuff.

When the school year started and everyone was given their class schedules, that first week, Hunter would be in maybe two or one of his classes. Their sophomore year, he wasn’t in any of his classes. But every year, Hunter somehow ends up in most of his classes.

He even somehow managed to get into his A.P. classes, which confused the hell out of Remy because Hunter barely passed his regular classes to his knowledge, but it goes to show you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Either way, whatever classes Hunter ended up in with him, he’d act like it was a crime for anyone to try and talk to the Omega besides him. And there was never any possibility of Remy getting one of their other classmates as a partner for a project.

If the teacher left it to the class to choose their partners, Remy would try and get someone else to be his partner, but Hunter would come strolling overall calm and quiet and give the guy or girl one look, and they’d be scurrying out of their seats like mice.

But if the teacher took it upon themselves to assign partners and gave Remy someone other than Hunter, it wasn’t long before he’d use the split personality that was reserved for adults and teachers alike to charm his way into getting what he wanted. Therefore, by the end of the period, Remy would have the Alpha as his partner, even if he tried to beg the teacher himself to let him keep his old partner.

That was just the beginning of Hunter’s seemingly back-then possessive attitude toward the Omega. But, little did he know of the other things that would follow.

Like members from the different athletic teams who Remy knew for a fact were either friends or associates of Hunter to a degree watching him in the halls, during study period, or in one of the few classes that the Alpha wasn’t in with him. It was like he could never be alone.

If Remy raised his hand to go to the bathroom or just disappeared somewhere, one of those jocks would suddenly be texting on their phone, then, two minutes later, Hunter would appear at wherever Remy was going with a smile that the Omega over time came to realize was only reserved for him.

Everyone else got his stagnant and bored face, which could be extremely intimidating since Hunter was very fit, very large, and generally just gave off silent but dangerous vibes. The adults and teachers would get his charming, pearly white smile, and that was only if the Alpha wanted something from them, like, say for example, Remy’s school file with his personal information like his address and phone number since the Omega wouldn’t give it to him initially.

In their eyes, Hunter was a good and noble student who was just looking out for his friend. And, even though school rules and the literal fucking law technically prevented this, Hunter did say Remy sent him there on his behalf. How could they not trust that innocent and charming smile of his?

Remy was still trying to figure out how Hunter got his number during junior year since he never gave it to him despite the Alpha’s numerous and persistent (almost considered forceful) attempts at getting it out of him. Hunter might have been an Alpha, but Remy was a stubborn little devil who never knew when to throw the towel in and would rather chew glass than even consider the thought.

Maybe that was why Remy seemingly couldn’t keep a boyfriend throughout his late middle school and high school years. Yeah, you heard right. Overachiever Remy Griffin whose schedule most government officials and CEOs couldn’t compete with also made time for romance and love. He was young. He liked attention. And most of all, he was horny. Sue him.

But, up until senior year, the Omega couldn’t name one relationship he had that lasted more than a month and where he didn’t get ghosted out of nowhere. It was almost like they were scared of him too.

Whenever he would try to talk to them and figure out what went wrong, they’d take one look at him, glance around the room or hall and catch eyes with something and then hightail it off like someone lit a fire under their asses. And when Remy would glance in the direction they were looking before they took off, guess who’d he find giving him that smug little smile just a few feet away?

Hunter fucking Ramriez.

Remy almost bashed himself in the head for not recognizing the signs of the Alpha’s obsessive behavior toward him earlier, and most of all, not doing something about it.

Now, it was senior year, and Hunter seemingly upped his game tenfold. He was practically acting like the Omega’s boyfriend, husband, bodyguard, and controller all wrapped up in one deliciously tight, hot, and muscled package.

Ironic as well when you consider the fact that the Alpha and Omega won ‘Cutest Couple’ in their class yearbook every year since freshman year despite Remy never remembering once even signing his name down on that blasted category. He always went for ‘Most Likely to become President’ and ‘Most Likely to be your Future Boss,' and yet somehow, his and Hunter’s name ended up in that section of the yearbook every year since they got their first ones in the 9th grade.

But, thinking about it now, it wasn’t that surprising, knowing Hunter’s influence in the school and the fact that he probably convinced bribed/blackmailed someone on the yearbook committee to put their names in. Another blatant sign Remy so ignorantly ignored.

And despite the Omega’s still strong feelings of aversion and disdain toward the Alpha, he couldn’t figure out if the jock was slowly starting to grow on him or if he just liked the attention.

Either way, Remy Griffin knew one thing. He couldn’t fucking stand Hunter Ramirez, and hell would have ice water and top-notch air conditioning before he let that smug and controlling Alpha think he’d just fall over and do whatever he said.

Remy was no punk, and he’d soon find out neither was Hunter.

“Me & Hunter? Sorry, I have to go home and laugh at that idea.” “You could pretend to like him.” “I could, but there’s a reason I never joined drama club.”

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azurlily · 1 year

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The yandere fic kinda made me like Kirari a bit may I ask for dating headcannons

Sure!!! I love her character!!! This does NOT have NSFW so if you want to request that you can!! Also a reminder to everyone this is the last month you can request a specific type of reader for free. After this month it becomes commission work. Ask any questions in either DM or on my asks/requests.

Kirari Momobami Dating Headcannons

When Kirari falls in love, she falls hard. I mean like hard, it takes so much for her to truly love someone. You should expect the unexpected eith her, she can make anything happen. I mean, money is power, right?

More than likely you two met during a gamble. Wether she saw you winning and took an interest, or she thought you looked cute from how badly you were losing. It doesn't matter how you two met, when she finally realises she likes you. It's all over.

She invites you for tea. You two have mini tea dates in between classes and during lunch. She definitely asks some of her maids how to make specific foods for you, so during you tea dates you can try some food she made.She is a horrible cook though, don't eat it if you want to live.

Kirari doesn't make it known she's interested in you. She instead has Ririka follow you around and gather information. She has a journal of everything you do at school. Your classes, your friends, your gambling partners. All of it. Kirari falling in love is borderline yandere, but she isn't as extreme.

She buys you gifts as a way of courting you before and after you two start dating. She believes that buying you things shows she can take care of you, shows that you have no reason to leave her when everything you want is right in front of you. It's true though, everything you could ever want is in the palm of your hand, once you two start officially dating that is.

Kirari isn't worried about you taking advantage of her. She looked into you, did a background check on you and your family. She knows that you're clean, or clean enough.

She doesn't let Ririka meet you. She has no issues with you talking as vice president and student, but as Ririka and her partner. Kirari isn't letting her near you without the mask on.

Kirari is affectionate, just not in the way you expect. One of the ways she shows her love is gift giving, yes, we know that, but she also shows her love by kissing your forehead She likes touching you, but no matter the status of your relationship that's how she shows you she loves you.

Shopping dates! She buys you only the best. Try and max out her credit card, you cant. She finds it cute if you're the type to not like expensive gifts, or maybe you're worried about the price? Doesn't matter. She's buying it. End of story.

Loves seeing your reaction to her gambling. Wether you get turned on, or you watch in amazement. She lives for the way you watch her gamble, it's one of her ways if showing off to you.

She definitely forces the other council member fo watch you when she's gone. She trust them enough, plus if they did hurt you. She'd know.

You sit through meetings. Student council or not, you sit through them. She wants everyone to see her perfect lover, once you make your relationship official that is. Once it's official, you never leave her side.

If you have a particular favorite or hate a hate a specific member of the council. She puts you in situations where you have to be around them, she loves seeing your reaction.

Be it you goofing off and acting like an idiot, just to mess around with you friend.

Be it you and the council member talking and having a genuinely good conversation.

Lastly be it you fighting or glaring at the council member, and then stomping off to Kirari because you're in a bad mood.

She coddles you. Without a doubt, especially if you're an idiot and accident prone. She'll stare at you wondering how the hell you got into that situation, and then she clean it up. She takes good care of you.

Kirari of course isn't the best person to be in a relationship with. There are plenty of bumbs in the road before a truly healthy relationship is formed.

Kirari is secretive, she doesn't let you in on things. That annoys you because if you need help and she's nowhere to be found, who did you go to? It hurts to know she keeps secrets and even lies to you, there have been many fights about it.

She has a hard time describing her emotions. She does it with gift giving, and physical touch. If you're overly touchy, or dont like the forehead kisses, you two have to work on a middle ground.

She has to talk go talk to the clan members during her meetings. Some know about you and make snide comments, to her it doesn't matter. No matter what duty she has to fill, she will keep you safe. Even if it means lying.

It takes time, and I mean a lot of time, but slowly Kirari opens up. She shows her true self, she shows the side she's always wanted to show you. She just didn't know if you were trust worthy enough.

When the two of your fight, it's usually resolved by the end of the week. At first she'd buy your things she knows you want. If that doesn't work she acts more affectionate, trying to make you forget the fight completely. If that doesn't work, then she has a mini crisis and you usually end up letting it go by that point.

There have been times when you haven't and she has to apologize. Once she does it after a few fights, she's less embarrassed. She knows how apologies work and just wants you to accept hers and move on.

Kirari loves you and it hurts seeing you mad.

Kirari would never cheat. Never. Once she's truly devoted to you, that's it. No playing around with Sayaka. Kirari is yours, hopefully you'll be able to deal with the responsibilities of a woman like that.

Hello!! Two in one day!!! Anyway just a reminder this is the last month I'm doing specific reader. So I wont do shy, tall, top, ect reader. That is commission only. Make characters are all also commission only. Have a good day/night!!

#wlw #lesbian #kakegurui #kakegurui headcanons #kirari momobami x reader #kirari momobami #kirari x reader #dating headcanons #dating hcs #women are hot

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raenis22 · 1 year

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Member: Yang Jungwon

Requested by: Anon🎭

TW:Bullying,yandere

I hope you like this one anon and sorry if took so long! I just I have time to finish it😭

"Good morning, my little prey~"

"Oh...g-good morning to you too, Jungwon"

Another day of being one of his victims. Who is he, you ask? He's Yang Jungwon, of course. He's one of the top students in school, and everybody respects him a lot, which is one of the reasons to avoid being bullied by him. Not just academically great but also great in sports and a part of the student council. Don't ask me how he, a bully, can even enter the student council team; even I can't give a proper answer about it. I don't even remember how I became his victim in the first place.

"Good...you know what happen if you choose to ignore, the consequence won't be good"

"Y-yes... I know that, Jungwon"

"Good...I want to meet you after school later. Do. Not. Forget. It."

"Okay...?"

With that, he left me there, stunned a bit. That's weird, this was actually the first time he talked to me that softly, even though it still sounds forceful. I shook my head and ignored it. I need to get my stuff in my locker or I will be late for first class. As I walked to my locker, someone familiar was waiting there. Could it be? I checked my eyes, and it's him! Heeseung is one of my upperclassmen and my crush too. I wondered why he was there, at my locker. I quickly approached Heeseung and greeted him.

"Good morning Heeseung...why are you here?"

"Oh Hey YN"

"Y-you know my name?"

"Of course I know you silly, you're the new vice president for music club"

"Oh yeahh..."

"Anyway...I actually want to ask you out with me later, after school"

"G-going out...with you? Wait what"

"I like you silly, since I saw you in freshmen year...so, would go out with me?"

I can't believe it. My crush is actually confessing to me! Oh my God, my heart is racing like crazy right now. I just nodded and told him that I accepted his confession, and then I also confessed my feelings for him. This is the best day ever in my whole life! Heeseung pulled my hand and said he wanted to accompany me to class. I politely rejected him because I don't want to make a scene since he IS one of the popular kids in school. To see him date a girl like me will be laughable to them. Heeseung hesitated at first, but he understood my request.

"Okay then...see you later after school dear"

"Bye Hee, see you soon too!"

With those goodbyes, both of us went to our classes.

SKIP

Finally! The school session was finally over! I quickly cleared my stuff and ran out of the classroom first. Hurmm... I actually kinda forgot something, but I don't quite remember what it was. As I frantically tried to remember, someone tapped my shoulder, which brought me back to reality.

"Hey dear, are you ready to go now?"

"Yes Hee but I'm actually trying to remember something that I forgot..."

"Hurm? Is something bothering you, dear?"

"Nyeh...let's go, I think that not really important"

"Sure...let's go for our first date~"

Without realising it, I made a grave mistake by not remembering what I forgot that day. What was supposed to be a happy day turned into a nightmare.

Jungwon's POV

Finally, class was over, and now I had to meet YN, as I had ordered her to meet me. As I walked through the hallway, I saw YN with Heeseung Hyung. That's weird. Why do they look so close? When I saw Heeseung Hyung holding her hand, I could feel my rage boiling. Did he just touch my delicate doll? I scoffed when I saw them leaving the school building. Uh oh, someone is forgetting what's her first priority right now~

"Hey Won, let's go to the arcade!"

"Sorry Yuma...I have something to do now"

"Awww you always busy after school, come on be relax for once and come with us"

"Yeahh, you are already top student-"

"Not for studying...I have to 'catch' someone, bye"

Skip that night...

YN's POV

"Thanks for today, Hee. I have a wonderful day"

"Anything for my dear...make sure to have a rest tonight...I call you later when I arrive home"

"Sure...drive safely Hee~"

"Hey wait, leaving without my goodnight kiss?"

I just chuckled when I heard that, and he started to pout. I gave him a quick peck on his lips and waved him goodbye. As I no longer could see his car, I finally grabbed my keys to enter my house. Wait a second? Why did it not lock? Did I somehow forget to lock it this morning? This must be the one thing that I forgot today. Man, how I can be so careless. I hope no one stole anything important; I need to check it out. I entered my house and turned on the lights; nothing appeared to have been touched by anyone; everything appeared to be in the same position as when I left this morning.

"Oh good heavens...I thought I need to make a police report this night"

"Ohh? Think again sweetheart~"

"What-"

When I tried to turn to see the voice's owner, someone pushed and pinned me to the wall. I shocked with what I saw. It's Jungwon. How the heck did he even get in here in the first place?!

"Having fun with Heeseung Hyung I see, hurm sweetheart?"

"J-Jungwon...how did you-"

"Don't Jungwon me...you were having fun with him and you totally forgot something you shouldn't have forget"

"Lock my door?"

"It's me, dolly...Don't I already told you that I want to meet with you after school?"

My eyes widen when he tells me that. So, it's not my unlock door that I forgot; it was him that I forgot.

"L-look Jungwon, I'm sorry but I really forgot that...not on purpose, I swear!"

"Oh? You were sure forgot about the moment that stupid boy touched you! As for touching what's mine, I'm sure that he already be dead by now" he smirked evily.

"W-what do you mean by that!? What did you do!?"

"No need to know...now it's your turn to remember that you shouldn't ever forget about me, sweetheart...or you will know what will you get for doing so"

He said as he whispered into my ears. When he said that, I got chills because he looked at me as if I were his prey. No, I am his prey for this whole time. Before I could utter a word, he forcefully kissed me on the lips. I tried to escape, but it's no use; he's stronger than I am. When he tried to reach my neck, I pushed him away and ran to my room, where I quickly locked it. I hurriedly called Heeseung to see if what Jungwon said earlier wasn't true.

"Hello? Hee! Are you there!?

"Woah woah, relax dear? I'm driving right now...what's wrong?"

"Oh God you're safe!"

"Safe? Dear, what's-"

BOOOM

TET TET TET TET

What just happened...? Did I hear it correctly? It sounds like an explosion. The call ended just like that. I'm too shocked to even react to what I just heard. Before I could call for help, a hand swiftly took my phone and smashed it to the ground.

"You witnessed that I was telling the truth...now let's give you your punishment for forgetting me today, doll~"

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months

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Trunk or Treat with The Yandere Student Council Pt. I

Based Off the OCs in this Post

“Alright everyone let’s start talking about ideas!”

“Uhm do you mean ideas for what to do with Halloween coming?”

“Oh no darling, we always do a Trunk or Treat kind of thing.”

“We are talking about our costumes.”

As bizarre as it sounds the college’s students look forward to the costumes of the student council

Allowed to enjoy whatever festivity that comes with their choice

For reference they share that last year they had a ‘kiss–in–the–coffin’ booth for their shared vampire costumes

“J-j-just so you know the kisses were on the cheek only!”

“I didn’t ask but okay.”

It set the precedent for this year to be just amazing if not better

“Since we have you now (Y/n) we should have something special that welcomes you in!”

“I-i-i-i think that’s a great idea.”

“I’m all for it too!”

Despite your protests, in fear of being singled out by their fans your haters they forge on

“They won’t be bothering you. Not on my watch.”

“You say that but–”

“Seriously (Y/n) believe us! We’ll make sure there won’t be any problems.”

“And if there are we will kill them.”

“What?!”

“Joking. Joking.”

They’re not

Anyway it was decided on that the council will be Ghostly Royalty

Which makes costumes really easy or so you thought

According to Min, quite a large part of the budget went into your costumes

“Pick your jaw up (Y/n)! This is the best part! You don’t think we get this big of a budget without showing off, do you?”

“Still…it feels a bit overkill…especially when I don’t have a fan base at all.”

“Ohhh that’s what you think–ow!”

“Roman, always such an optimistic chatterbox. Always saying things that are not true.”

Lucoa takes the role of the king naturally

Spencer is forcefully given the role of the queen

Min takes the role of the dungeon master, despite his meek character

Roman takes the role of an advisor

Gil as a duke

June as a duchess

“Wait so what am I?”

“Our dragon.”

“What?!”

“We wanted to put a spin on the old system!”

“But that isn’t really accurate…nor does it really fit the ghost royalty theme.”

“.....”

“....”

“So? We’re doing fantasy ghosts then.”

In your opinion, it's just an excuse to make your costume as ridiculous as they please

“This is an early draft of your costume.”

“What!? Wait where are the actual clothes? I’m just seeing gold necklaces and bangles.”

“...That was the idea.”

“I’m not wearing that if there aren’t actual clothes underneath there.”

“...But it will ruin the integrity of the design and disrupt the choreography and–”

“Then hide it under the gold! I’m not going to be half-naked for the entire school.”

“...I will consult the President.”

You owed him a favor after that

Saying you agreed to this as an honorary member

But when you’re not having to fight Gill on your costume designs

You are helping the others

“June…this is just a dress.”

“Right, it’s a perfect occasion to wear it. And don’t my hips feel and look great.”

Adjusting the golden belt meant to hang off his waist you try to ignore how his poses requires that he touch you in some way shape or form

“Well yeah but don’t you feel like your fans would want you in something else?”

“Oh baby! You don’t have to worry, they love this sort of thing.”

And helping with their research

“Roman I know you never seem to run out of ideas to hang out but why a medieval diner?”

“It's for research! By the way, how do you like the food? I made sure the critiques were as positive as they could get.”

“Roman.”

“Yes?”

“Why did that waitress, compliment our relationship?”

“OMG they brought another plate of bread and for free? So cool.”

“Roman!”

Or helping organize their booths

“So Spencer what are you going for?”

“A kind of dunk tank except it drops on me.”

“Oh okay….this says that you’re not actually using water but…oil?”

“Yeah Lucoa suggested I show off my scars and muscles.”

“Wait you have those?”

“Hahaha very funny but seriously give me your opinion.”

“Oh wow….yeah, I think they’ll like it…no they’ll love it.”

“Oh really? Well, thanks!”

As if he didn’t already know

But eventually as the date comes closer it comes time to focus on your booth

But it seems that as an honorary member you don’t get to have much control over your own booth

Or any decision involving your event

“Hey Min what are you building over there?”

“Oh this is the art for your exhibit. Lucoa put me in charge of matching the gold from your costume to the setting around there.”

“Aw thanks can I help?”

“N-n-no!”

“Oh.”

“S-s-s-sorry the President gave us explicit instructions not to include you in the making of it. I’m r-r-r-r-really so sorry!”

“It’s fine Min, don’t worry about it.”

It’s just so apparent how little you would be included in your own activity no one really bothered to hide that fact from you

“Hey Gill this meeting on your calendar, I don’t remember getting your usual reminder for it.”

“That is because you are not invited to it.”

“Don’t be sad (Y/n)~Afterwards we can just come visit you after.”

“No no that’s okay I’ll just take the day off then. Catch up on homework.”

“Aw~ Don’t be like that we’ll come over to your house after.”

“No I’m not sad. I’m going to be happily doing my homework alone!”

“Putting that on our private calendar: Going to (Y/n)’s house an hour after the meeting.”

At the end of the day you’re just as surprised when the event begins and they shove you in the room under the stage with nothing but a warning not to move from the chair you’re in:

Part 2

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suiana · 1 year

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lokislytherin · 2 years

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PSYCHO.

pairing: yandere student council president!sonny brisko x vice pres!reader

summary: sonny brisko is adorably loyal, attentive and loving, which makes him the perfect boyfriend... right?

word count: 1166

a/n: taichou saiko? no, only taichou psycho. to all briskadets freaking out over this exact moment (gut spilling zatsu yandere moment), this one’s for you!

fic title from 'psycho’ by red velvet, and banner made by me (unbalanced divider also made by me lol art is not my strong suit and i didn’t have a ruler)! hope you enjoy! wrote it in lower case to fit the Sonny Brisko Aesthetic

disclaimer: this fic is for your indulgence! reblogs are nice and if you recommend it on twt i’m fine with that too (as long as you tag me so i know) but please PLEASE don’t post it under any official tags

today marks the one-month anniversary of your relationship with sonny brisko.

you still can’t quite believe it, to be honest. to think the two of you started off as the bitterest of enemies through the entirety of grade school (he ate the ant you helped cross the road! how dare! you overcame your fear of insects for that!), then desk-mates and grudging friends as you went through middle school, and by the time the two of you reached high school, you could no longer deny that he was your best friend.

even if he ate ants.

at some point in time, you developed feelings for him.

it was terrifying, trying to straddle the line between ‘just friends’ and ‘hey i’m trying to test whether you feel the same, goddammit’.

things became even harder when he asked you to run in the student council with him, him as president and you as vice president. you spent hours and hours together, coming up with ideas, planning, rehearsing, convincing.

you fell more and more for him as you watched him grow out of his shell, becoming a leader people would look up to and admire. he was better at leading the crowd than you were, although you were better at one to one conversations with people than he was. people found him intimidating to talk to individually, but your persuasive words and gentle demeanor swayed them onto your side.

against all odds, the two of you won, solidifying your positions.

to celebrate, he invited you to an arcade to play games with him after school. just you and him, in an old-school arcade, with nobody else but the old guy manning the store and the weirdo playing pac-man a few meters away.

he watched you kick his ass and beat his high score in a shooting game, and told you without hesitation: hey, y/n. i like you. i’m pretty sure you like me too. so can we call this a first date?

at the time, you’d been too stunned to do anything but agree.

one tentative date turned into two, turned into you and sonny secretly holding hands under the table during student council meetings, sharing quick kisses in between classes.

every now and then, you catch him staring at you intently. when you tease him about it, he flushes, looking away with a i can’t help it, y/n. you’re so cute. and cool. i like you.

that gets both of you flustered, giggling to clear the air.

the past few days, you’ve seen him come into school with cuts on his face or bloody knuckles. it’s nothing new, technically, you’ve seen him with bruised fists before, but it worries you.

he tells you it’s nothing. he’s a boxer, he just trained a little too hard and didn’t realize he hurt himself.

you bandage up his wounds. “silly sonny, take better care of yourself, yeah?”

he grins, slightly crooked. “i mean, if you’re going to kiss me better every time, i might actually get hurt more.”

you boop him in the nose. “next time you get hurt, i’m not going to kiss you. how about that?”

he pouts. “nyoooo!”

god, he’s cute.

jump forward a few days later, you’re discussing meeting plans with the school council secretary. “how about we discuss this further over lunch later? my treat, if you’re interested?”

you’re about to politely decline when the secretary flinches violently. “on second thought, um, i think it’ll be better if we continue this tomorrow. i’ll. um. talk to you later!”

he flees the meeting room.

you would say it’s strange, if you didn’t see sonny standing in the doorway with the most frightening glare on his face.

he wipes the frown off instantly once the secretary is gone, but his dark expression stays. you’re so stunned you don’t even notice him lock the door behind him.

he walks towards you slowly, purposefully. almost predatory.

your mouth opens and closes, but you can’t speak, like you’ve been muted by the overwhelmingly threatening aura sonny is exuding.

the dark look in his lilac eyes makes you feel like you’re being hunted.

before you know it, he has you backed into a corner. his fist slams into the wall next to your head. you don’t know when you started shaking, but here you are, trembling like a leaf, sonny towering over you.

“don’t talk to any guy but me anymore, okay? i only love you, and you must only look at me. you understand?”

he’s so close, you can’t look away even if you wanted to. “y- yes. sonny.”

he smirks, his free hand cupping your cheek and stealing a kiss that leaves you dazed and breathless. “good.”

sonny steps away, and it’s like all the energy from before had disappeared without a trace. “haha, sorry, y/n. i guess i’m just a little insecure. anyway, wanna go for lunch?”

“sonny brisko, what the fuck is up with you today? that was really scary!” is what you want to ask.

but what comes out instead is “sure! sushi and negi, right? i’m in the mood for some aburi engawa.”

OMAKE: A FEW HOURS BEFORE SONNY ASKED YOU OUT...

sonny stepped into the alleyway behind the school, hands in his pockets. two other boys were standing there, smoking and laughing to themselves.

he greeted them with a smile. “so, i heard you were talking shit about my y/n.”

“oh fuck,” whispered one of the two boys, dropping his cigarette, “it’s the commander! shit, man, i’m sorry, i’m taking it all back! i said nothing about your crush!”

the other boy laughed disbelievingly. “why are you so scared? he’s just some pretty boy, right? i bet we could beat him up easy, it’s two against one. i don’t believe in that commander bullshit.”

he tried to walk past sonny, but sonny stepped into his path, blocking the exit. the angelic smile stayed on his face. “i didn’t say you could leave.”

the boy sneered. “who are you to order me around? maybe you’re the head of the student council but you aren’t the boss of me.”

“tsk.”

sonny sighed, his lips curling up in a savage, deranged grin. he rolled up his sleeves, clenching and unclenching his fists like he was warming up. “i’m meeting y/n in a bit, so i better make this quick.”

less than a minute later, sonny stepped back out of the alleyway, leaving two bruised, bloody and unconscious bodies behind him. he whistled merrily to himself as he cleaned the blood off his knuckles. he couldn’t let you find out about his little side hobby, could he?

you’re the light of his life, after all, and he’d like to keep things that way.

even if he had to slaughter the rest of the world for you to belong to him forever.

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carnivorousyandeere · 10 months

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Student Council Intros

Short descriptions of their positions, personalities, interests, and relations to one another. I will elaborate more on their specific yandere tendencies in another post soon~! requests about them are also okay <3

President: Hailey (she/her)

Eldest of the triplets

Undergraduate

Double Major in Math and Business

Queen bee, popular, pretty, ambitious, ruthless. Dedicated follower of the clean-girl aesthetic; bloodless, antiseptic, minimal, devoid of any evidence of actually living. Competitive, cutthroat.

Totally having the time of her life in college and her sorority!! (Maybe…?)

Probably destined to climb a corporate ladder somewhere.

Short; light green eyes; shoulder-length blonde hair (dyed)

Likes: being heard, being in charge. Being the center of attention, admiration, and jealousy. Tennis, running, smoothies, scrunchies, being just mean enough to watch people squirm but not mean enough to get called out on it

Dislikes: being challenged (well… depends on context), being away from her sisters (literal sisters not the sorority sisters), anything super messy or woodsy/outdoorsy

Vice President: Kaylee (she/they)

Youngest of the triplets

Undergraduate

Law Major

Minor in Latin

Devil’s advocate, casual, incisive, irreverent, witty. Competitive, though not as much as Hailey. Argumentative, blunt, analytical, but also committed to the bit.

Kinda hates college but wasn’t sure what else to do after high school.

Short; light green eyes; dark brown hair in a pixie cut (not dyed)

Likes: debating, arguing, true crime, reading the wackiest court transcripts she can get her hands on, chess, drama and theatre

Dislikes: math, science, being compared to her sisters, the law enforcement system and most of the judicial system too tbh (corrupt from the start and ineffective)

Advisor: Emerson (they/them)

Kendra’s older sibling

Graduate student and T.A.

Studying architecture

Typically calm, easy-going, and thoughtful, although busy places can overwhelm them. Generally asocial, but kind, and cares deeply about the people close to them. Punctual, organized, artistic.

Heavily burnt-out from school, but their deep love of architecture as a subject keeps them going.

Tall; dark brown/black eyes; hair in thick, long, jet-black dreads.

Likes: sketching, watercolor, prismacolor markers, learning about architecture, reorganizing their collection of markers

Dislikes: being a T.A., loud environments, most strong smells, bright lights, inconsiderate and closed-minded people

Treasurer: Rayleigh (she/her)

Middle triplet

Kendra and Jace’s friend

Undergraduate

Double-Major in Biology and Geology

The rare shy extrovert (?). Talks your ear off when you get to know her. Passionate and excitable, tends to be literal-minded. Comes across as very anxious and high-tension if you don’t know her well.

Wasn’t too sure about college at first, but she’s really starting to open up some and enjoy herself more.

Short; light green eyes; long light brown hair with highlights and stuff (dyed), but also her dark brown roots showing

Likes: her friends! :D, archaeology, fossils and “living fossils,” SHARKS, anything outdoorsy, anime, documentaries

Dislikes: being the center of attention, alternately having to compete with her sisters for scraps of attention, debating, writing papers for humanities classes 😣

Secretary: Kendra (she/her)

Emerson’s younger sister

Rayleigh and Jace’s friend

Fashion Design Major

Another shy extrovert? Emotional, excitable, creative, always up to try something new, once you get to know her. Otherwise comes across as very quiet, deep-in-thought, serious, or maybe a little spacey?

Loves college overall even though the professors in her major can be real assholes.

Short; dark brown/black eyes; keeps her jet-black natural hair in an afro sometimes, and pulls it back and up into a puff a lot too. Has a collection of pretty, colorful hair bands for this reason.

Likes: anime, cosplay, writing, daydreaming, blue jean material as a medium for her art, heels (not comfortable but she wants to feel taller 😭)

Dislikes: anything super outdoorsy, math classes (“I already know all the math I need for my patterns! 😫”), a lot of the required classes tbh (“Booooring.”)

Honorary Member: Jace (he/they)

Rayleigh and Kendra’s friend

Undergraduate Researcher

Biology Major

Shy, reticent, cautious. Just wants to keep his head down, but their friends keep dragging them into stuff like the student council… for better or worse. Analytical, meticulous, curious.

Hates college, but is determined to graduate anyway.

Short; dark brown/black eyes; short, black, shoulder-length hair.

Likes: camping, hiking, rowing, campfire food, stargazing, ALGAE (their research topic)

Dislikes: most people, his voice (started T somewhat recently and is embarrassed by the voice cracks 🥺💕)

#student council ocs #oc Hailey #oc Kaylee #oc Emerson #oc Rayleigh #oc Kendra #oc Jace #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #decided to just go with rhyming names for the triplets after all lmao 😭

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suns-out-sleeps-in · 1 year

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Rollo's got a Dirty Mind

I have no justification for this other than I think it's funny to make this bastard man so astronomically down bad for a fem!Yuu. If you want someone to blame, blame @mymainwastoocluttered and @marisakumi because I basically lifted this exact prompt from their post. Like y'all I literally got possessed to write this last night at like 930 wtf plus @adrianasunderworld I think you would like this too since we've been bullying Rollo

@mymainwastoocluttered I know I promised you hellfire scenarios and I swear I will give you them once the whole event is translated but I needed to get this out of my system. Also like wow I made this super depraved and Rollo is a big ol' yikes. 2.2k words of him being yikes plus plus implied Malleus x Yuu because I can.

tw: Rollo being Frollo, Delusions, Obsessive behavior, Yandere, Kissing, Tickling, Tickling used as foreplay, Malleus being a simp, Threesome MMFM, Dirty Talk, Praise, Cunnilingus (Fem receiving) Hickeys, Groping, Titty Sucking (please someone tell me if there is a better name for that), Strip Tease, Male Masturbation, Dacryphilia, Fingering (Fem receiving), Rough Sex (MxF), Degradation, Post Nut Delusions, Regret, Gang Bang, More Delusions. Basically, very NSFW so if it ain't your thing then scroll away.

🔞 NO ONE UNDER 18 CAN READ THIS 🔞

I forgot to add this the first time so I'm editing it in now but I do not care. If you are a minor go away this ain't for you.

None of the sexual stuff actually happens Rollo just has a fucked up imagination.

p.s. I wrote this as a fem!reader in mind so I only used words like (she/her/the girl) to describe the reader so...I don't know, you'll see what I mean and hopefully it isn't confusing but tell me if my grammar is off.

Also I didn't know about what happened in part 3 of the event because I wrote this the night before and just finished editing in the morning. Only to go on TikTok and see Rollo being 😬 y'know? So imagine my slight surprise at him being THAT crazy. But still I think this interpretation gives more possibilities even if it's not totally accurate to his character.

How could this have happened?

Rollo Flamme was the prestigious student council president of Nobel Bell College. He was a man both men and women feared and respected as he met their eyes. Yet they dare not to stare into the abyss of his gaze lest they be pulled in.

So how? How could he feel so…undone by a single magicless girl?

His plan was perfect. He finally had THE Malleus Draconia in his grasp by imploringly debasing himself in a letter to that blundering headmage, Dire Crowley, that they simply must have Malleus attend the symposium. Even though he had thought they would send Malleus anyway if not for that blasted lottery system the headmage decided to employ and the fact that Malleus was apparently not even in attendance of the selection anyway. But no matter, he is not above having his assistant give out some meaningless flattery in a letter if it means his plan falls into motion.

Yet the moment the students arrived in the common area and he met her gaze, everything began falling apart.

A…girl? A girl was attending Night Raven? Not even one of Trein's daughters, no! She's simply a student paired with a feline familiar who can speak! Surrounded by all of these delinquent men, floundering for her attention AND she can't perform magic? What has Night Raven College become?! What is that headmage thinking?!

He cannot help how his gaze wanders toward her. She chats so casually with the first year known as Deuce Spade, the two of them are obviously very close. He lets his vice president and assistant speak for him as he imagines the freshman's love-struck gaze filled with longing and beginning to lean in to-

He nearly startles when Azul begins questioning him about the history of the college. He refocuses his mind as they begin the tour.

Why in the world did his mind wander like that? Men and women can be friends and not have feelings for one another. He knows this, and yet, he ponders.

She is a quiet girl, no doubt. Taking in the scenery so unlike that of Night Raven as they continue the tour while her feline companion badgers with questions aplenty. Him and the sophomore known as Ruggie Bucchi seem to bond over food related inquiries as they question when they will receive sustenance, with the freshman known as Epel Felmier chiming in with more savory options.

Rollo's mind wanders again as he sees Ruggie pull the girl close to him by the waist. The contact is far from friendly yet he can see her relax in his grip as Ruggie whispers conspiratorially in her ear before attempting to tickle her with his clawed fingers. Epel was about to join in before a sharp cough from Trein and Riddle made the three pause and laugh guiltily.

Yet, Rollo sees something more salacious in those two. He sees them restraining her and assaulting her with tickles until she cries out for mercy. Would they grant it to her without question? Or would it come with a price? He takes out his handkerchief and breathes in the scent before he can question just what that price may be.

The worst event happens in the bell tower. His mind had already wandered when she became winded alongside Azul and Idia, with Jamil offering her some water to quench her thirst, but Rollo was quick to shake his head at the image of her grateful smile towards the Scarabia sophomore. But the seed of madness was planted with an offer from Malleus to carry the girl back down the tower lest she becomes unsteady and falls. An offer she was apparently happy to accept.

These two…were friends? Not only friends, but close enough to joke about such displays of skinship with each other?

No. There was no joke. That was love in the ancient fae's eyes.

Malleus Draconia is in love with her.

The very thought makes Rollo want to scream.

The freshman guardsmen known as Sebek Zigvolt tries to dissuade his liege by offering to carry her instead but is rebutted by his senior guardsmen Silver, stating that Malleus could carry her if he so chooses to.

The most lascivious and depraved image fills Rollo's mind as he pictures the three men all but clawing at her bare form. Her whimpers of pleasure are unbidden and raw as Malleus sits her in his lap, whispering words unknown yet passionate in the language of the fae as his two guardsmen drive her mind and body to the brink of ecstasy. Malleus guides the younger fae to lap at her core causing her to squirm in his grasp yet his grip is steady and true on her thighs as his comrade teases her body with softer touches. Silver mindlessly praises her for being able to handle them all at once as he parrots Malleus' words in human tongue. The sophomore litters her neck and collarbone in kisses and lovebites as the girl lets out squeaks and moans of pleasure. Malleus' hands slide across her body to grope her chest and play with the soft mounds of flesh in order to tempt the human into taking one into his mouth and sucking on it. Her hands are stuck in Sebek's hair as he begins to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Her cries reach a fever pitch in his mind just as everyone decides to descend the tower.

And just as he fears, Malleus Draconia sweeps the girl off her feet as they begin their descent. Her laughter sounds even sweeter than the Bell of Salvation as she admonishes the fae for not giving her a warning first. He teases that it is his duty to playfully startle her when he can. He sees her loop her arms around the fae’s neck and pulls herself closer to him, close enough for him to whisper in her ear something that makes her voice titter with a laugh.

Rollo takes out his handkerchief once more from his pocket. His grip almost tearing the fabric in two.

He simply must get a hold of himself. He is a man dedicated to fulfilling the duties of the Righteous Judge, for Seven's sake! He is above such debauchery and lust that simply being in a girl's presence would bring a lesser man. He feels himself begin to calm down once they exit the bell tower and return to the square where they gift everyone their festival wear.

"How do I look?" Oh no…

See, the plan was to give the Night Raven students ceremonial outfits to fit the theme of the festival. Knights, merchants, and performers were the inspiration yet how could he have known there was a girl in attendance at an all-male school? So they gave her a slightly altered costume.

He knows the question isn't directed at him. Gods above he knows it. But he can't help the way his mind races at the image before him. Her costume fits perfectly in all of the right ways and Rollo feels his face burn as she smoothes the fabric around her waist, accentuating her figure as she parades around to her friends, playfully tipping her hat towards the upperclassmen in respect. The junior known as Rook Hunt all but bursts into song about her beauty and Rollo can't help but agree with the blonde. Now he pictures himself dressing her down until she-

The students turn themselves out into groups before they head out into the city. Trein takes responsibility for the girl and her cat as Rollo gives the excuse of needing to attend to other duties before he can join them. His Vice and Assistant get no chance to question his off behavior before he retreats to his private dormitory.

As soon as the lock is turned, Rollo flies towards the bathroom. He nearly rips the clothes off his upper body before he pulls his belt loose enough to pull down his pants. He hesitates for barely a second, there is no going back once he begins his sin, but he is far too pent up and his heart is racing too fast to stop before releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers and beginning to stroke to the thought of her.

His pace is rough and fast as he pumps himself to her visage. What she would look like if she went to Nobel Bell instead of Night Raven. Seeing her in their traditional garments. What she would look like in his garments? He groans in arousal at the thought and hisses at the burn of his cock in his hand.

"See you later, Rollo!" Her sweet voice as she waved to him before she left. Her cute smile as she walked off with Trein and Grim. How he wished he could guide her through the city alone, free of that cat monster and the old man. He would show her the sights, taking in her awe-struck expression and her curious nature as he tells her of the history of the city.

Cute. Cute. Everything about her was cute as Rollo's mind revisited his visions from before, this time with him as the one longing for love. He pictures her gazing at him as he leans in for a kiss. How sweet would her lips taste as he swallows her moans of his name? He would give anything to know.

He pictures himself tickling her as her laughter fills his mind until she's all he hears. How adorable would she look with tears in her eyes as she cries for him? Perhaps he should invite his Vice or his Assistant to keep her pinned as he pushes her to her limits and makes her cry out for mercy. But he has no mercy to give for one so sinfully cute.

He can feel his cock nearing to burst with his final vision. He can see himself spearing the girl on his cock, one hand groping at her chest with practiced precision while the other plays with her core like a violin. Her skin is so smooth, he thinks, as she keens under his touch and she begs for him to take her properly. Would his whispered words be praises for a job well done, or would he admonish her with filthy rebukes for tempting a pious man with her sinfully seductive body? Either way, she screams with pleasure for more. More of what, he did not know, but he would satisfy her until she was painted in his lust.

Painted. His mind clears from the haze of sin as he realizes he has painted his toilet with his semen. He takes a moment just staring at himself, covered in his own fluids and struggling to breathe.

"What have I done?!" Rollo panics and washes himself off as quickly as possible to get rid of any evidence of his perverse desires for the girl from Night Raven College.

Perverse. Never did he think he would use that word on himself. Just what manner of curse did that girl put on him to make him obsess like this? She must secretly be a witch, he reasons. He has barely known her for half a day and already he wishes to have her for his own. At first, all he wanted was Malleus Draconia. Now, he couldn't care less about the fae prince and only desires the girl. He finishes cleaning himself off and goes to sit on his bed. He hangs his head in shame at what depravity he has committed in such a short time span.

The problem is, the images don't leave his mind. His lust turns to anger at the persistent reminder of his sin as his thoughts replace him with the other students once more. Now it's Riddle Rosehearts kissing her so sweetly, Rook Hunt and Jamil Viper teasing her with sweet words and playful touches, and Azul Ashengrotto alongside Idia Shroud as the two of them debauched her. He imagines her taking all of it with such an innocent smile on her face, the trust she has in those heathens unwavering as she sighs in bliss. His mind then conjures more scenarios, The freshmen kiss her in faux sweetness before the sophomores dirty her with their grubby mitts. All to prep for the juniors to sully any purity she might have had left. Different individuals mix in new lewd and licentious combinations and she takes it all. She fuels their lust with her own with a smile as she encourages their lecherous behavior.

Rollo can feel the blood burn through his veins as he becomes hard once more, thus starting another cycle of lust. He feels like a voyeur in his own mind and growls as his mind spirals.

None of them deserve her. She is a pure light of innocence and beauty and those hedonistic brutes would only tarnish her.

If only he could show her that none of those men would be able to love her like he could. He would devote himself night and day to her, treat her like the goddess she is, worship her with every breath in his body and spill the blood of any who would try to take her from him.

Wait, love? Is that what he feels towards her? Is this insatiable, burning feeling actually love?

It burns like hellfire. But if he must burn, then so shall she.

She must choose to love him and join Nobel Bell College as his goddess or burn at the pyre like the witch she is.

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are YOU a fan of danganronpa AND of yandere simulator?

do YOU want to see some of yandere simulator’s characters in the position of being in a killing game?

all you need is some love for the background characters and a wattpad account to enter the world of THHYSAU: Trigger Happy Havoc Yandere Simulator Alternate Universe.

In THHYSAU, some of the most popular characters, such as Ayano Aishi, Taro Yamada and Megami Saikou don’t appear to put other, lesser known characters in the spotlight. Who might those characters be, you ask? Let’s see the list of the twenty students joining us on this ride...and their headmaster.

Riku Somai, Ultimate Affluent Progeny. The protagonist of THHYSAU, Riku is a thoughtful and understanding boy who always wants the best for his friends. Although he’s known for his money, he has a bright mind, which he will demonstrate when the killings start to happen...

Daiki Atsuda, AKA Daku Atsu, Ultimate Paranormal Researcher. He is the only one Riku knows prior to the killing game, and one of the people who helps him the most. He also takes on somewhat of a role of a leader, hoping to put his classmates at ease by pretending he himself isn’t scared.

Kumiko Demizu, AKA Kuu Dere, Ultimate Librarian. She doesn’t care.

Kagayaki Konishi, AKA Kaga Kusha, Ultimate Scientist. A boy with a genius-level IQ, however disliked by his previous classmates for his abnormal behaviour.

‘Zametora’ Samejima, Ultimate Athlete. Nobody knows his first name. Maybe even his parents call him Zametora.

Tsuruzo Yamazaki, Ultimate Actor. A (melo)dramatic boy who finds himself grouping with Kagayaki and Zametora more often than not.

Shoku Tsuburaya, Ultimate Culinary Expert. A kind and sweet boy who sticks close to his brother rather than other people. Known for volunteering a lot at homeless shelters and orphanages.

Geiru ‘Geiju Tsuka’ Tsuburaya, Ultimate Painter. Only talks in sentences of one or two words, if at all. Shoku is more talkative and fills in for him.

Budou Masuyama, AKA Budo Masuta, Ultimate Martial Artist. Defeated the previous Ultimate Martial Artist, Raibaru Fumetsu, in a fight, earning the title over her. Despite this, the two remained close friends.

Genma Masuyama, AKA Gema Taku or Gema Masuta, Ultimate Gamer. Somehow, he is related to Budou. Doesn’t want to do anything other than play video games all the time.

Midori Gushima, Ultimate Enigma. Nobody knows if that’s her Ultimate because she’s a good puzzle solver or a puzzle herself. She’s incredibly talkative, and even talks to herself. Some people believe she is self-centered for always wanting to hear herself talk.

Iruma Dojima, AKA Iruka Dorufino, Ultimate Swimming Pro. Previous classmate of Zametora’s. Participated in the Olympics. He is quiet, which makes it more curious that he prefers to hang out with Midori.

Maka ‘Tansei’ Tanahashi, Ultimate Abstract Artist. Speaks in the third person. Always replies with love and enthusiasm to her followers, regularly organizing contests and giveaways. She has a really pure heart.

Enjiro Bandoh, AKA Enpitsu Byoga, Ultimate Pop Sensation. Lead singer and keytarist of the most popular J-pop boy-band in Japan, Cherry Blossom Rain. Said to be petty and obsessed with his own appearance, whether that be physical or fame-wise.

Yakumo Shiraishi, AKA Yaku Zaishi, Ultimate Chemist. Also very good at programming, for which he’s been nicknamed the Ultimate Programmer. Previous classmate of Kaga’s.

Otohiko Meguro, Ultimate Nurse. A clumsy, but brilliant boy who has an incredibly annoying fanbase that boils him down to just a cute and soft boy. Despite this, he is one of the youngest of Riku’s classmates, and was awarded his title after finding a cure to a strange disease and managing to stop it from spreading. Apparently, he has a ‘condition’, too.

Kyuji Konaka, Ultimate Trend-Setter. The vice-president of the student council at his own school. His word online is law... But is that what he really wants?

Saeko Baisho, AKA Sakyu Basu, Ultimate Fashionista. Rumoured to have been dating Kyuji until she stepped forward and said otherwise. She’s a charismatic girl, but rumoured to use her looks to her advantage.

Togo Tabata, AKA Toga Tabara, Ultimate Essayist. A boy who was clubless for a long time, unable to find an interest until turning to essaying to let out his feelings. Good friends with Kyuji and Otohiko since before Hope’s Peak.

Oboro Shinkawa, AKA Osoro Shidesu, Ultimate Delinquent Gang Leader. Rumoured to have beaten tens of boys her age with her bare hands. Led a gang at her previous school, and left Umeji Kizuguchi in charge. Some people believe they are dating, other people believe they have no interest in each other... To Osoro, her delinquent friends are like her sons.

Info-Chan, the Headmaster of Hope’s Peak Academy. She’s a half-and-half coloured fox that wants nothing but despair. Her favorite thing to do is laugh at her students and their misery, and create more misery for them to laugh even more.

One headmaster.

Twenty students.

Six trials.

Multiple suspects.

Multiple executions.

Friendship, drama...

...and ULTIMATE DESPAIR.

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