by MillyonDollarpussy

Welcome to my yandere menagerie. This is not your average patriarchy pillared “Big Dom Daddy” fantasy page or abuse labeled as “romance” (he does NOT like you sister gurl) this is heightened, romantic, obsessive, crazed fantasy vault for the women with an acquired palette. That said, here’s how we do things in my temple:

❌ NO CHEATING

If your little man is cheating, he’s not yandere, he’s just a man. A true yandere is obsessed, loyal, faithful, and pathologically unable to love anyone but you. You are his first, last, and only. If you breathe near someone else, he panics. If he breathes near someone else, he cries and self-flagellates. Cheating doesn't happen here. Don’t ask.

💸 NO BROKE ENERGY

We are not romanticizing broke, crusty men who live in the walls(for free) and ask for a ride. This is a manifestation-positive zone. We do avalanches of abundance. Obsession and luxury are not mutually exclusive. Your yandere should be able to fund your business, buy you land, and cry on a private jet.

Jeff Bezos.

Also I refuse to do broke reader because I will not perpetuate a fantasy of lack. Get your identity up Queen. You have the audacity to read about men who want to do a blood pact on a crescent moon. Get your licks up.

🚫 NO CEST / NO EXTREME DARK CONTENT

This blog does not entertain incest, abuse, or exploitation. And I do not write about EDs, SA, SH, depression, or trauma porn. This is not that space. I’m here to feed the girlies who want a fantasy, not relive their worst moments. Take that ish to Twitter. I also have no experience.

⚖️ AGE GAPS: YES, WITH BOUNDARIES(No Diddy here)

Will I write about age gaps? Yes. But never involving characters younger than 18. Ever. Unless it’s platonic. If you’re a teen just… age yourself up. Think older reclusive heir falls for the radiant, chaotic rich girl-in-training. Daddy warbucks and bad bitch young blud. Not creepy adult preying on a child. Let's be for real.

💕 “HEALTHY” YANDERE ONLY

(Nothing I write is healthy but I will not write misogyny disguised)

We do love-based obsession here. Not the "I’ll chain you up because I hate women and feel entitled to you because you’re beneath me" mess. If there isn’t adoration, worship, pathetic devotion, and willingness to slit his own throat because you didn’t text back(but not in threatening way)…I don’t want it.

Give me the guy who will kiss your feet and say, “I’ll die if you don’t marry me. I will do anything for you.”

A man who will lock his cock away for you type shit.

This is the altar of unhinged women. We’re feeding the hoes well.

🖋️ REQUESTS I write for characters who fit the vibe:

Obsessive

Worshipful

Emotionally intense

Pathetic

Submissive preferably(I do write fics sometimes)

If you request something bland I will politely ignore it and go back to writing about someone whispering marriage proposals while sobbing into your cunt.

I’m not a vending machine. Requests are not guaranteed. But if you offer a soul, a lock of hair, or a particularly feral idea, you may be blessed. Writers need input too. Yuhhhh get into it in the inboxes.

CNC is on the table 🤪.

This blog is for worshipful yandere fantasies, meaning:

Yes, he’s insane

Yes, he’d commit arson for you(and murder)

But you are always safe in the fantasy There’s a difference between dark love and real-life danger. This space is for safe obsession, not romanticizing actual abuse. But let’s let these freak flags fly!

I will write dark stuff just don’t ask me to right objectively wrong things-

✨ MANIFESTATION-FRIENDLY UNIVERSE

This is a high-frequency blog. We love our yanderes rich, romantic, possessive, and deeply obsessed. No scrubs. No emotionally constipated men. No trauma-dumping. Only:

“I built you a house in the woods”

“Everyone thinks I’m quiet but it’s only because I’m scared I’ll say too much ”

“If you die, I die” type beat

“I would rather die than touch another woman”

“ if you die before me I’ll fall to the cradle”

Thanks Pookies, Enjoy-

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He’s kneeling in the floor, his armed wrapped around you and his lips are pressing against you rhip. He’s been here for ten minutes already. Worshiping.

Kissing from the tops of your feet, to your calves and shins, to your thighs and hips. One arm is looped between your legs holding the one he’s kissing firmly, the other is spread across your torso taking purchase on your other hip. His hands holding and kneading. Pawing away like a weaning kitten.

You can hear his inhales, deep and musky.

He’s taking you all in in strides. You can hear the sounds his lips make when they press against your skin- how every time they pull back it’s like he’s taking a part of you with him.

You finally reach down to lift his chin, his eyes already covered in the glassy sheen of wanting and waiting. You caress him.

He smiles up at you and says something along the lines of, “Darling, you know I’ve been very naughty lately. Maybe you should do something about me.”

You raise a brow in questioning, a smirk forming on your lips.

“Is that so?”

He nods. So tempting isn’t he? One who knows his sin and his seduction.

“Well then, what should we do about that hmm?”

He kisses the inside of your hand, gripping your wrist with reverence and the need of recovery.

“I think you know what you ought to do with me.” He smiles a closed lip smile.

“Punishment.”

He grins with those pretty pearly whites on display.

He’s been texting you nonstop for days, heart emojis and “I can’t stop thinking about you” messages. When you finally tell him you want this, his voice cracks over the phone. He shows up at your place with flushed cheeks, hands slightly shaking as he holds a small bag of snacks and drinks “just in case you get hungry after.” The second the door closes he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck and whispering “I’ve wanted this for so long… I still can’t believe you chose me.”

You’re both on the bed, fully clothed at first. He keeps staring at you like you’re unreal, hands hesitant to touch anywhere too intimate. Every time you guide his hand under your shirt he lets out a shaky breath and mutters “You’re so beautiful… thank you (y/n).” His crush is so obvious he’s almost trembling with reverence.

When you finally take his shirt off he’s blushing hard, but the moment his hands slide up your thighs he looks drunk on you. He kisses every inch he exposes like he’s worshiping slow, open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, whispering “I love you” between each one. When he reaches your panties he hesitates, not because he doesn’t want to but because he wants to make sure he’s being a good boy and not crossing a line, eyes flicking up for permission, and once you nod he presses his face against you like he’s been starving for your scent.

You explore each other clumsily but eagerly. You get to be the predator, he is gladly the pray. He gets overwhelmed when you touch him, so excited and anxious that you’re finally claiming him, hoping he’s good enough for your taste. hips jerking, soft desperate sounds spilling out. “Wait- ughn slow, please… I’m gonna-” He has to stop you a couple times because he’s too worked up. Every moan you make makes him more obsessed; he keeps saying “That sound… fuck, do it again.”

Missionary so you can see each other. He’s propped on his elbows, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. When he first pushes in he freezes, eyes wide, letting out a broken “Oh my god…” because it feels better than he ever imagined. He keeps stopping to kiss you deeply, whispering “You’re mine now… right? Tell me you’re mine” in that needy, lovesick voice.

His pace is messy and uneven, he thrusts too fast at first from pure excitement, hips rutting against you, you can feel his tip catching on your entrance every time he pulls out. then slows when you gasp, apologizing and nuzzling your neck. You wrap your legs around him and he loses it, burying himself deeper and groaning your name like a prayer. His hands grip you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

When he’s close he gets even more intense: “I love you, I love you so much- I-i can’t hold it—” He comes hard, shaking, pressing as deep as he can while repeating your name. The look on his face is pure bliss mixed with overwhelming emotion.

If you’re on top He’s lying back looking up at you like you’re a goddess. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing your hips, cupping your breasts, eyes locked on your face the whole time. Every time you sink down he whimpers and tells you how perfect you feel, how he’s never going to want anyone else. He comes while staring straight into your eyes, completely undone.

Dim lights, lots of eye contact. He takes forever with foreplay, learning exactly what makes you moan. Learning what makes him moan. When penetration happens it’s gradual lots of “Is this okay?” and “You feel incredible.” “I love you so much- oH my god, mmmhp.” He lasts longer than expected because he keeps pausing to kiss you and ground himself.

He’s even more obsessed after the first time. This round is needier. he’s less nervous, more possessive, sucking marks into your neck while muttering “No one else gets to have you like this.”

He doesn’t pull out immediately. Just stays inside you, arms wrapped tight, face hidden in your neck while he catches his breath and whispers “I’m never letting you go now… you’re stuck with me.” His hands keep stroking your skin like he can’t stop touching you.

Post-sex cuddling is intense. He pulls you against his chest, legs tangled, playing with your hair. “That was the best moment of my life. I love you even more now… does that scare you?” He’s soft and vulnerable but the clinginess is already ramping up, he will probably burst open and spew things you probably should tell someone, offering to get you water, food, anything so you don’t leave the bed. Or him.

Next morning he wakes up first pressing his body against you, trying not to get worked up all over again and just watches you sleep with the biggest heart-eyes. He hopes this means you actually want him. When you wake up he’s already kissing your shoulder, ready for more, whispering how he’s been in love with you for ages and this just proved you two are meant to be.

He thinks this is the beginning of all his fantasies.

Yandere male x female darling

He’s always there. You block him? He shows up at your job, your gym, your favorite café. He knows your schedule better than you do. “Missed you, baby. Figured you’d be here.” He says it with that lazy smirk like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

His love language is extreme persistence + acts of service. He’ll fix your car without asking, stock your fridge with your favorite snacks, pay your bills if you let him (and even if you don’t- which you should). He once waited outside your place in the rain for three hours just to walk you inside because “you shouldn’t be alone.” Meaning he didn’t want to be.

Jealousy level: nuclear.Any guy who even looks at you too long gets the death glare. He’ll casually slide an arm around your waist in public, pull you against his chest, and murmur in your ear, “They don’t get to look at what’s mine.” He’s not subtle about marking his territory: hickeys, his hoodie on your shoulders, his hand in your back pocket.

He calls you his wife already. Even if you’ve never agreed to it. “My future wife is picky about her coffee, so I got it exactly how you like.” He’s got a whole mental future mapped out: house, ring, kids(if you want, he doesn’t care as long as he gets you) , the works. He’s patient about the timeline because in his head it’s already decided.

Sex is intense and worshipful.

He fucks like he’s trying to crawl inside your soul. Slow and deep when he wants you to feel how much he loves you, rough and desperate when the obsession spikes. He never finishes first- your pleasure is literally his drug. Afterward he holds you so tight it’s hard to breathe, whispering shit like “You’re never getting rid of me. I’d burn the world down before I let you go.”

-He has a “I’ll wait forever” energy. You try to push him away? He just smiles softly and says, “Take your time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” Then he proves it by being even more present. Distance makes him worse. He’ll send good-morning texts at 6:01 AM and good-night voice notes where he sounds a little wrecked because he misses you.

Soft moments exist. In rare quiet times he admits he’s terrified of losing you, that you’re the only thing that’s ever made him feel alive. He’ll bury his face in your neck and just breathe you in like he needs you to survive. Those moments make the persistence almost endearing… almost.

Dark side: He’s not above low-key sabotage if you try too hard to leave. “Accidentally” deleting dating apps off your phone, “running into” your friends and charming them so they’re on his side, showing up with your spare key he definitely wasn’t supposed to copy. Threatening any male interests’ life- He’ll never hurt you, but he will make sure you have no easy escape route.

Nickname collection: Baby, princess, wifey, boss. He uses them interchangeably depending on how feral he’s feeling.

so im going to get onto that and if i seem very woo woo with it ummmmmm yeah but i think we will all eat well if we use our imaginations,

꩜ You’re the campus witch. It’s not like it was necessarily your intention but the world eventually found out when word started to spread about how… esoteric you were.

꩜ I mean, people needed a source to your success, you always got great grades and ended up in situations people would kill for.

꩜ You had all of these things that some people just attributed to satanic worship. Little did they know you didn’t worship any man.

꩜ Some knew you were just well versed on the universe.

꩜ He saw you before he met you, he was minding his business with his few friends sitting at a table in the courtyard when he started hearing the voices rise.

“There’s (Y/N).”

“What’s her deal anyway?”

“She’s a total witch. Like a real one.”

꩜ He turns he head to scan, trying to see who it could be when his eyes spot you.

꩜ He’s never been in love before but in that moment he knew he was doomed. He felt under a love spell the moment he spotted you. You were the most ethereal and beautiful woman he has ever seen.

꩜ You were a rite of passage walking.

꩜ He’s become your familiar at this point, always lurking in the background, desperate to assist you in any way he can.

꩜ He couldn’t wait a week before talking to you. By day three of seeing you he had to say something. You actually thought he was kinda cute. In a weird lingering possibly cursed way.

꩜ This big dopey creature was really just a little kitty in a big body begging to be pet.

It aroused you.

꩜ He never thought he was an aggressive person, he had no reason to be, but since he’s met you he’s started to have more… concerning thoughts about other people. Like what he would do if anyone ever thought that they could have you or come between you.

꩜ He would do things in your name that he wouldn’t speak on freely. So should a spirit hear it and carry it to the wrong ear.

He has never felt more compelled to worship anything in his life more than you. He wants to be the sacrifice, the ritual, the totem.

Please just use him in anyway he can help.

You want his hair to use in a spell? Please do it.

He wants you to do a love + obsession spell on him. He wants you to bind him to you forever. He doesn’t even want his soul anymore if you won’t keep it safe.

You would almost consider him a simp if you didn’t catch the glint in his eye that tells you he is willing to be anything good or evil for you.

He’s such a sweet guy. He acts so normal and so funny. Making you laugh at the wrong times from across the room that you forget he would kill someone happily for you.

Witches make jokes of dead man’s toes but he would make it happen if you shall ever need one.

Please use his blood for a pact. Please let him taste you menses on a full moon.

I found your rules funny in a good way! You have been the realest yandere writer yet haha. All of my favorites have retired or gone inactive which has been a heavy blow for me. Thank you for your writing. Sorry if this is corny

AWWWWWW THANKS

Never apologize for admiration. People act like admiring someone is glazing. Personally I am a donut so I will take all the glazing as well :3

All my faves are inactive too so I was forced to start writing. I’m happy I’m what you can look forward to after work. Let me…. Take the edge off 😉

He looks like a Godeater. Something so big yet so confined to making you cum.

You’re head is fallen back, eyes rolling in a way that’s sure to sore eventually, the pleasure feels to euphoric to even express. The moans swirl in your chest but never make themselves announced. You’re breathless.

Your hands are in his hair grabbing, pawing at him like a cat. Your pelvis grinding against his face. All you can hear are his grunts and slurps. He sounds like beast.

In the few seconds you look down from you haze you see the wide expanse of his body panned out over the top sheets, now bunched up and covered in spots of sweat, spit, some precum.

His ass clenching because he’s rutting like a mutt against the sheets as he laps at your cunt like dehydrated animal. His back lightly glistening from how much heat he’s wracking up.

You can see the muscles in his back, the full landscape of his perfectly defined body. You still have your hands pushing his head down between your legs and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You can feel the heat getting tighter, the steam is ready to blow. You let your head fall back onto the pillows, only for a moment upset about how you’ve probably messed up your curls from this but not caring enough in the moment to complete the thought.

Only widening your legs you push your pelvis against his face more- you’re so close.

“I- ‘mmph. S-so close. Keeep going. Yes! Good boy baby keep going make your mommy cum.”

And that’s enough for him to crank it up and you feel his tongue slide under your hood, prodding against your clit. And you bolt.”

“Aaahn!”

You upper back arches in a convulsive manner. He continues to lick like that causing a string of overstimulation and immeasurable pleasure and within seconds your feel a warm stream of liquid gold shooting out of you into his mouth and some dribbling on the sheets around you.

That happens for a couple seconds when you feel it still streaming out of you but more like a slower flow. You can’t even help it.

His licks up at your inner thighs closest to your vulva, licking up your cum, cleaning you with his tongue. Then he kisses your clit and opening. You’re too overstimulated already to even really feel it but you live that he did it.

Then he kicks his lips and comes up to kiss your lips, his hands cupping your face, his heated body pressing against your core.

“Thank you, thank you. I love you so much. I’ll be right back.” He kisses your cheek once more, and gently trying as to not disturb your blissed out body anymore, gets up and pads over to the bathroom. Returning with a warm damp rag. He wipes your sweatiest areas off, the ones that will cool into a clammy feeling of he doesn’t. And gently wipes at your vulva. Cleaning up any extra saliva or fluids he didn’t suck off of you,

Then he puts the towel on his nightstand and curls up against you, putting his leg over yours and bringing his hand to your belly to rib his thumb over your womb.

I think engineers are the best partners because their entire life is finding solutions using equations and algorithms while maintaining creative outlook and thinking outside of the box.

Who makes you welded flowers because he wants you to have something that will last as long as your love. He spent hours saudering them and making them so specked out that they would sell for thousands if he happened to ever think about it. They are beautiful.

Who could make you a cage(for you to lock him in) or a sex swing depending on what kind of fic you want 🤷‍♀️ he’s an engineer he can make it happen… just like he can make you cum.

Imagine: you walk into his home office and see yandere engineer! working on a prototype/model of something you off handedly mentioned at 10 am this morning. It could have been something as simple as, “this is so good we could sell this,” or, “I wish I had something like that.” And guess what?

He’s on it.

Serving you and building for you genuinely turns him on.

Building a life together? Sure, cool- building your dream life? Amazing.

Being able to provide you not only the highest forms of physical pleasure but also the provisions of his labor? Please squirt in his mouth. I beg of you. That’s all he wants.

Just let him do something. He needs it. He has to build, provide. Assets, businesses, bodies, let him bake you bread!

You know that saying, “No one will ever care for your stuff as much as you”?

Well… he does. Entirely. You treat yourself like a normal person because you’ve lived with yourself your entire life. He truly believes you are the Goddess he was born to worship and that everything you own and touch is a relic.

He fixes things around your house. He wants everything to be top of the line. He never wants you to have to deal with a preventable problem.

You love to see the breaking point. It always shows you one of two things: 1. They are volatile and not in a good way 2. He is actually down bad for you and willing to cross any line and be anyone as long as he can be with you.

You like the idea of him going crazy. You imagine him in his home hands fisted over his face, his mind running circles trying to figure out how to catch up with you and be what you want- what you need him to be.

You actually kind of have feelings for him. He’s handsome and well endowed but the last layer of inhibitions he has is a turn of and you want to see how high you can turn up his desperation.

Rejecting him is a blancher you just want to see what happens when you finally crack the outer walls. When he pushes the boundaries and creeps past general comfort.

It turns you on like no other. To see a man so desperate so anxious and frenzied to have you makes your groin swell in a way like nothing else.

It’s weird how much control you live to have but to see a man so desperate to take it away turns you on. It’s not like your submitting you just want to see him go crazy. Girls just want to have fun after all.

So what if he’s a mirderous villain that would do a hunting to have you? That’s the point. You want to see him beg and grovel then flip a switch and assert himself into your life. It’s not like he’s some intel creep from Nebraska. You want him, you just want to see him lose it for you first.

It’s so easy to have a guy like you, but to have him come back more devoted every time his pride and his ego are broken? Now that’s a delicacy. He doesn’t even want his old ego, if that’s what was keeping you away from him then he will banish it, destroy it, rebuke it.

Being the constant chase is like a muscle stretching after a good workout. It burns but it’s bliss. You are a constant mental and physical exercise. He has to show up and put in the reps every day. Even when he doesn’t see result or minimal ones at best.