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@justivik
ABOUT ME !!
✉️ hiii . !
i'm vik (and mexican lol)
—— 19 🥀 ˚
jealous type / i luv MCR !
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disenchanted - mexico city
Younger yandere x Reader
"You're everything to me," Levi sobbed, clutching your shirt as his forehead pressed against your stomach, tears streaming down his cheeks. He knelt on the cold bathroom tile, ignoring the ache in his knees. "Please, don’t leave me. I promise I won’t do it again." He looked up at you, his wide, tear-filled eyes pleading. "I swear, Baby."
Your heart ached as you met his gaze, biting the inside of your cheeks. How could you ever forgive him? He had invaded your privacy, installing cameras throughout your home—your shower, your bedroom, everywhere. You instinctively pushed his head away, but he whimpered softly, tightening his grip. "Please, please, please." His messy black hair fell into his eyes, and you fought the urge to brush it aside. Old habits die hard.
"Levi, what you did was disgusting."
He pressed his forehead harder against you. "No! You really like me. You care about me as much as I care about you. It's true! Stop lying!" You froze, your heart racing. What should you do? His panic was escalating. Carefully, you cupped his face in your hands. "Lev," he fell silent, hanging on your every word. "Do… do you think that gives you the right to install cameras in my home?"
He rubbed his cheek against your palm, eyes closed. "I didn't think you'd mind." You struggled to conceal your disgust. "Well, I do mind." He opened his eyes and looked at you. "If you did that to me, I wouldn't mind. In fact, I’d be happy." He gripped your shirt tighter. "It would mean you were always watching me, like I watch you." Your skin prickled at his words, and you swallowed hard. "I’d feel a lot better about you if you didn’t do that." He nodded earnestly. "I won’t, I promise. So please, don’t leave me. I need you, Baby. I need you."
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Hi, if any of you want to know...
Yes, I'm old enough to drink (here in Mexico).
I've been getting a lot of messages asking how old I am or something like that because some of you get curious about the things I write. I'm old enough to be aware of what I write, post and consume on Tumblr.
I don't know less than half of you (but I trust yall to not be weird enough 😭) and I don't know what kind of creep could have done to me if I had said I was a minor.
(I CAN’T RESPOND THE TEXT THIS PERSON SEND ME SORRY 💔💔💔)
Is that "RAY TORO" the "MYTH"

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the thing with yandere x reader content is that once you write ONE yandere story, you’ve written them all 😭 i’ve been itching to write but i’m so outta ideas 💔 u gotta wait for the inspiration to strike 😞
taking care of your sick kidnapper
(art is asahino akio from tonari no seki)
part 1 || part 2
tags: none needed tbh, mainly just fluff. gender neutral reader x shy yandere
you wonder where he could've possibly caught his fever from.
at first, you think nothing of the fact that he's been in bed all day. surely he must simply be sleeping or something. you leave the door to his bedroom closed, and hang out in your own room.
it's been great, having this little space all to yourself instead of being tied up in his dingy basement. of course, you still can't escape, because (a) all the doors and windows are locked and soundproofed, and (b) this house is seemingly in the middle of nowhere. you're not even sure what country you're in (how could he even afford such a nice place, anyways?). but hey, at least you're not in handcuffs anymore.
you leave your room a couple hours later, feeling hungry. by this time of day, he's prepared a meal for you (usually one of your favorite dishes) -- but when you pop your head into the kitchen, there's nothing there.
did he leave? no, that couldn't be. every time he was going to leave the house he would sheepishly stand in your doorway as if he were expecting something: a goodbye kiss? a "stay safe"? he would never leave without telling you.
A LITTLE DEATH.
; yandere! twins x fem! reader
tw: ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE. smut, cnc content, abuse, p in v, a lot of kinks if u want idk and not a lot of yandere stuff
You left your books in the locker, already old and worn out, and sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the fatigue accumulated from school. The teachers, with their endless homework, and the projects they left only added more stress, offering no respite.
Your school days used to be normal and relatively uneventful, until you met them...
two words: "stop. staring."
(art is asahino akio from tonari no seki no hen na senpai)
tags: kidnapping, implied stalking, obsessive behavior, gender neutral reader, pathetic!yandere
pt 1
your kidnapper is delighted when you finally speak to him. it’s only two words: "stop staring."
he immediately looks away, unable to bear the beauty of your voice. just two words, and he's so unexpectedly flustered. he reminds himself to get a grip, and turns back to you.
"i.. uh- i didn't quite catch that. can you say it again?" he lies. he hates lying to you, even about something this small, but how can he help it? you've been in his house for two months now, and you still haven't said a single word to him. it's been hell for him, and these two simple words gave him courage and hope that you might be coming around.
Thank you Miguel for this video
and for the new concept that I will make for a new yandere.

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OH MY GOD UR MASOCHIST YAN DRIVES ME INSANE TOO oh my god oh my godddd OOOOHHHHH MY GODDDD GFRRRGAVBNCJJSJKDKDOAODOOAKAKNFNHCHUEOROGLKSJSJHFJDODOAODI
wouldn’t it be so funny to imagine if crybaby yan and masochist yan had to fight over you somehow?? maybe a 3 roommate situation HAHA like masochist yan is so confident at flirting but you’re easily annoyed by him versus crybaby who struggles asserting himself but you have a soft spot for…. IM GOING CRAZYYUYYYYUSUDIAJOAOO
They would not get along.
Masochist yandere is mean to anyone who isn't you. He wants to isolate you as much as possible so he can have all your attention for himself and himself only. He wants to get rid of Crybaby yan as fast as possible. Get him evicted and then turn his room into a "game" room. But he can't. You actually like that pathetic mess for some reason he can't understand.
YOU WRITE CRYING MEN SO WELL ITS CRAZY ☹️🙏🙏 CAN WE PLS PLS PLS GET SMUT FOR CRYBABY!YANDERE OMG
Of course :)
Tags: oral (reader receiving), pillow humping, mommy kink (a bit obvious lol), poor communication
Yandere crybaby, who, despite all of his perverted fantasies, would be shy to take things further with you. You'd have to coax it out of him with gentle reassurance. Petting the top of his head, kissing his pouty lips, nibbling on his neck. Slowly drawing lewd whimpers and whines from him. Slowly making him rock hard for you.
Part 1, 18+ NSFW, but nothing too graphic. Grinding. Threats of suicide (a bit). Yeah, enjoy! The third part will be smutty, promise.
Crybaby yandere, who loved to lay his head on your lap. Your hand lost in his fluffy hair, scratching his scalp gently. He sighed quietly, the flood of tears running down to stain your clothes.
He'd do this often. Latch onto you for comfort— muffled sobs leaving him while he stuffed his face under your shirt— his nose poking your stomach, hot breaths fanning your skin. His arms draped over your waist, tightening each time your petting stopped.
Yandere! Kidnapper
warnings: captivity, forced infantilization, nonconsensual themes, physical violence, drugging, collaring, stalking, dead dove: do not eat
—becomes increasingly more unhinged, lowkey inspired by a disturbing manga I accidentally read twice, so take that as you will.., so yeah that's my last post of 2024, happy 2025 people!
©Copyright -2024- thedarkestrivernymph - All Rights Reserved
Y! Kidnapper that hunts you through the forest and tackles you to the ground after an escape attempt only to scold and berate you for every little scrape on your body, as if it wasn't his fault in the first place, as if you're just too clumsy for your own good.
Y! Kidnapper that never would do anything sexual without consent, but doesn't take no for an answer when you tell him you don't want him to bathe you—you are his, so of course he will rub you clean, even the spot between your legs.
me for the past week and i'm so fucking maddd
STOP👏TAGGING👏XREADER👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏AN👏OC👏NOBODY👏 FUCKING👏ASKED👏FOR👏THAT👏OKAY???
The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.
IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!
There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.
I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.
SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?
Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.
And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...

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hii! i thought i'd send in a request <3 can u pls write abt going on an art museum date with the loml neil perry? i absolutely adore him hrhhr thank u sm!
my muse
p.s: an art museum date is such a neil coded thing!! thank you for the request i hope you like it :))
Also, I know that this is unbelievably short -it’s more of a blurb I guess?-, but this has been sitting in my drafts for quite sometime now and I’m kinda proud with what I have so far, so yeah.
And I was listening to folklore while writing this, so it makes me feel like I wrote it with a quill :)
warning: none other than tooth rotting fluff, english isn't my first language sorry if there are grammar/spelling mistakes
Neil's love for art exhibits ran deep, especially when he could share it with the person who he loved most. As they strolled hand in hand through the gallery, his enthusiasm bubbled over. He couldn't help but gush about his favorite paintings, and you listened, an amused smile playing on your lips.
With each step, Neil guided you through the exhibit, his knowledge of it as familiar as the back of his hand from his frequent visits. Occasionally, the two of you playfully attempted to imitate the poses of the lovers depicted in the artworks, causing giggles from the both of you.
Then, you both came to a stop in front of a particular piece, and a knowing smile passed between you. "You still remember," you said, your voice filled with a warm nostalgia.
"Of course, I remember," Neil replied, his eyes sparkling with affection as he moved you slightly. "You were standing right..." He took a few steps to his right, "...here."
His finger gently traced the outline of your form in the air, recreating the moment when you had both stood before this very painting, lost in each other's company.
You tilted your head, mirroring his smile, appreciating the shared memories that made him all the more endearing. The art around you faded into the background as you got lost in each other's eyes, realizing that in this gallery depicting all different kinds of love, yours was the most beautiful masterpiece of all.
© 2023 hcwevergreen. i do not give anyone permission to translate, repost or edit my work in any way.
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