#yb x reader

★ ☆ ☆As of May 25, 2025 ☆ ☆ ★

° kidnapping, emotional manipulation, obsession, possession, murder, confinement, dub/non-con.

What I AM willing to write :

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✅️ Yandere Characters/Themes

° Anything under where the sun shines, where the river flows and the grass grows.

✅️ Fluff

✅️ Incest

✅️ Angst

° Preferably step-incest and avoiding blood/biological connections altogether. (Writing for TCOAAL does that to a man)

° "It's over, I found someone else," "I don't need you anymore," character death, cheating, DYING.

° kissing, biting, sucking, making out /french.

✅️ Suggestive scenes

✅️ Domestic themes

🚫 Smut / extreme kinks or fetishes

° characters having kids with reader, reader being pregnant, characters being pregnant).

What I'm NOT willing to write :

☆★☆

° I'm looking at you watersporters)

🚫Suicide/Self-Harm

° Harming yourself, a character's death that has to do with suicide, or mentioning such elements.

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Here's what fandoms I write for!

YOUR BOYFRIEND

JOHN DOE (THE VISUAL NOVEL)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

JUJUSTU KAISEN

DEMON SLAYER (VILLAINS MOSTLY)

CHAINSAW MAN

DANGANRONPA

MYSTIC MESSENGER

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY

BLUE EYE SAMURAI

(Don't be afraid to ask for something that isn't on the Fandom list! Most likely, I don't know the media yet / and / or it has slipped my mind.)

You’ve grown up in one of the less well-off districts. You’re a bit distanced from your family, doing your best to support yourself. You’re good friends with TK, your neighbor and co-worker, and both of you express worry over the upcoming games.

Neither of you like the Games. And obviously, neither one of you wants to be chosen. The thought of it makes you shake, but TK does their best to reassure you each time. The odds of either of you getting chosen have to be low, right? Even if you put your name in a few extra times to get rations, surely it hasn’t been that many, has it?

...but of course, on the Reaping, whose name is pulled first but yours?

It’s a crushing blow to you. You’re not a fighter or a killer. This is a death sentence for you. When you take your place on the stage, you just feel numb.

You see TK’s distraught expression. But you don’t see another face in the crowd, someone just as stunned and horrified as you feel, too late to act to take your place.

They move back to the jar (everyone’s name is in one jar, they just pick two people of any gender to send or something), to draw the second name. Your fate is sealed.

Suddenly, someone else in the crowd volunteers. Murmurs travel throughout as they weave their way through, standing on the stage next to you. They can’t take your place (too late for that), but they’ve taken the second spot.

You look up to see grey skin, a blue shirt, and black hoodie, and blue eyes looking into yours with a range of emotions. Sadness, guilt...determination. They’re not familiar to you, but you know who’s standing in front of you.

Most people know of Peter, even you. You’ve seen him around town a bit, but all you know is that he grew up in a Career district, but moved into your district a few years back. You’ve heard rumors that he mostly moved to get away from his family.

No one besides him knows the full reason he moved, of course. And of course, he knows you very well.

Many don’t bat an eye at his sudden volunteering—he grew up in a Career district, after all. But you feel like maybe...there’s something more than that behind his actions.

Especially when he keeps gazing at you intensely.

You say tearful goodbyes to TK and your family. No one is there to visit Peter, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it. Eventually, the two of you are ushered onto the train to the Capitol...and you’re left alone.

You try to strike up a conversation with Peter. He flinches when you say his name, looking for a second like he swallowed a lemon.

“I don’t like my name,” he’ll admit. “I’d honestly prefer if you called me by a nickname or something.”

You come up with something on the spot—YB. From then on, that nickname is how he’ll introduce himself to everyone. And if anyone calls him “Peter”, he quickly corrects them.

You’re both introduced to Don, a gruff past Victor. He looks you over and mostly gives advice on how to avoid trouble, and how to outlive everyone else through sheer survival skills.

He looks over YB...and simply regards him coolly. The two of them stare at each other, long enough that you start to feel a little uncomfortable.

Later, Don will warn you that he gets a bad vibe from YB. Whether you trust his word or not is up to you, put...YB is very kind to you. Nervous, but kind, and willing to teach you some skills for survival.

Eventually, the two of you are in the arena. You grab what supplies you can and run from the action, not knowing that someone else is following your every move, always staying just far enough away that you don’t notice them.

Night falls, and as far as you can tell, you’re far away from anyone else. Safe for now, except...you swear you keep feeling someone watching you. You scan the forest over and over, but as far as you can see, no one’s there. 

But you still feel eyes on you. Watching, unblinking...

YB knows you so well that he can avoid your gaze just before you look in his direction. Even when you’re being so clever, even checking the branches above you! He admires that.

But there comes a point where you can’t keep your eyes open, when you end up passing out from exhaustion with your back against the tree trunk. YB slowly creeps forward, and many viewers wait with bated breath, watching as they’re sure he’s about to strike...!

And he simply leans against the tree beside you, keeping one hand on the hilt of his knife. He switches constantly between scanning the forest suspiciously and watching you adoringly.

No one watching is quite sure what to make of it. The Gamemakers linger on the two of you for quite some time, not sure whether something is going to happen or not. The bad vibe Don got from YB comes back with full force, but all he can do is grit his teeth and wish he had some way to tell you about the danger lurking beside you. No donations have come in yet.

This process repeats for the next few days and nights. You do your best to survive, avoid everyone else, and wait up each night before exhaustion takes over. All while unaware of your living shadow.

People have started to theorize about what YB is up to. Is he just there to mooch off your supplies? Is he unhinged and waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Is he looking for an alliance, but too nervous to fully approach you?

And then someone tries to attack you in your sleep.

YB had hidden in the shadows when he heard their footsteps approaching. You barely even stirred in your slumber. They found you in your makeshift camp, glanced between you and your supplies...and slowly raised a bow, aiming to quietly take you out.

They don’t even manage to grab an arrow before a knife is driven into their back.

Viewers are stunned, horrified...amazed at what follows. It’s one of the bloodiest kills in the Game yet, stab after stab, yet so silent that you don’t even wake up. All anyone can do is watched as words and symbols are carved into the cadaver.

When you wake up in the morning, your eyes land on a corpse...and the message carved into their chest.

You’re safe with me, Darling. It’s surrounded by hearts. Like a love letter.

Naturally, you scream and flee from the area.

You spend the next few days trying to flee from whoever left you that message, but you can still feel eyes on you. YB’s never far behind. At some point or another, you might actually spot him and talk to him...

Do you realize he’s the person you’re afraid of? Do you team up with him, or run faster, trying to get away?

There are honestly quite a few ways this could end. Most of them tragically.

If you’re killed at any point during the Games, YB will immediately go on a rampage of revenge. He’ll keep your corpse on him at all times, refusing to surrender it and fighting off anyone who tries to take you away from him. Even the drones the Gamemakers send don’t stand a chance against his fury.

Once he’s the only one left, he won’t allow himself to be crowned the victor. But he’s not going to allow the two of you to be separated, like they’ll surely do once they come to recover his body. 

Jumping off the cliff, into a raging river is deemed poetic and a worthy way of joining you, in his eyes...

On the other hand, if it’s just the two of you left...he won’t ever bring himself to harm you. Not for something as petty and unimportant as being Victor.

If you decide to strike at him, he won’t fight back. If you can’t bring yourself to kill him, he’ll take nightlock berries and go peacefully to let you be the winner. Either way, he’ll confess his love to you before dying.

There is a chance you can convince him to take part in the same trick Peeta and Katniss pulled off during their games, where they both threatened to swallow nightlock. Whether it’s an act of rebellion or love on your part, or a lie or trick to get YB to off himself, he’ll agree at once.

“What was that?”

“I-I d-don-” Slam!

“Peter, I don-” Slam!

“M-Meow…” You stuttered out embarrassedly. You were truly going to be the death of him. His hands trailed up your face before landing on your cat ears. Rubbing the material between his fingers.

“Sometimes I want to rip these ears off of you. You’re just too fucking cute for your own good, and I bet you don’t even notice how every fucker on the street’s eyes linger on you when you walk by.” Peter began picking up the speed, his cock pushing into you with more force as a sour look took over his face “I really wanna gouge their eyes out, but not before fucking you in front of them, just so they know you’re mine and they can’t have you. Claim you just like this.”

“P-Peter, please. A little slower.” your whined, tears streaming down your face. He leaned down, his long tongue creeping out of his mouth and licking the salty drops off of your cheeks.

“Sorry, kitten. Just a little longer.” He forced himself to calm down, and return to his previous pace. Groaning when he did, you were clenching around him as your life depended on it. You were close, but he was too. So he decided to give you a choice. He stopped moving his cock, it took all the self-control he had, but he stopped, looking at you with a sadistic look in his eyes.

“My cock too much for you? Can’t take anymore?”

You moved your head before correcting yourself, using your voice instead. “N-No. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Want me to finish? Put my poor kitten out of her misery. Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please! Peter, I can’t take anymore.”

“Okay, I’m a good boyfriend, so I’ll be quick, but just remember you begged for this.”

Without warning, he rammed his cock into you as deep as your body allowed him. He fucked you at a pace so fast you were crying out in pain and pleasure, your thighs shaking and your tits bouncing with each thrust. The pleasure was erupting through your entire body as he abused your hole. He didn’t stop for a moment, not even as you begged him to slow down. He couldn’t. Not now. And it was you who asked for this.

He kept hammering himself into you without mercy, each thrust rocking your body and rattling your mind. You felt every thought slip away as you went blank before an indescribable pleasure spread from your core throughout you. Leaving you a drooling mess. Petter pumped a few more times before he followed, releasing every last drop of his hot cum into you, chills erupting on your skin at the sensation. Your pussy spasming around him.

Peter is forced to remove his dick from inside you, even though he really loves the feeling of you around him, he knows if he stays inside you much longer he’s just gonna get hard again, and from the looks of it, he really didn’t think you could handle another round. So he slowly removes his dick, the now-empty feeling leaving you whimpering as your pussy clenches around nothing. You missed the sensation of him filling you up.