Various Yandere's x Reader Oneshots

Infatuation

As the alluring demon runs her long, red nails along my back, I can't help but melt into her arms. She's has me deep within her clutches and she's not letting me go.

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As the stench of alcohol reaches my nostrils and the LED lights on the ceiling blind me, I can't help but sigh in disappointment.

Humans. Such simple minded creatures. All they care for is sex, money, and alcohol. They don't have a care in the world for any potential damage they could cause to others. They only care for themselves and only themselves.

I clench my fists together in fury and frustration.

Such disgusting creatures. I cannot stand to be near so many.

As I continue to walk the halls of the large club, I happen to spot many people crowding a stage. Curious, I go over to a nearby bar as I watch from afar. The bartender hands me a drink as I pay him.

As I take a sip, the bartender looks at me, a smile on his face. "You must be new here, huh?"

"How did you know?"

"You wondered around here like a bat out of hell." As he says this, I let out a light chuckle. "It would seem so." He purses his lips together.

"So any particular reason why you're here today?" As the man says this, I bow my head down before slowly nodding. "Yes. There is. You see, I'm looking for the one that goes by (Y/n). She's Famine. Forever Hungry?"

The bartender looks up at me, confused. When he looks down to see my eyes glowing blue, however, realization dawns upon him.

"Oh! Yes! She is Famine! You must be that Angel she has a meeting with, correct?" I nod. "Correct. The higher ups want us to discuss what shall happen to the sinners when their time comes." The male in front of me nods. "Very well then. Just sit here and she should be out in a few minutes." As the man says this, I give him a grateful smile.

Before he is able to turn away however, I call out towards the man, causing him to turn around once more. "Yes?"

"Sir, exactly how do you know who she is?" As I say this, the man smirks before his eyes turn bright yellow. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a demon of course. Azazel, to be more specific. Now, if you just stay here, I'll sure you'll spot her."

"But I don't even know her!" He holds up a hand. "No worries. You'll know her when you see her, Alright?" As I hesitantly nod, the demon smirks. "Good. Now, I'll see you later, Michael." As he serves drinks to the other customers, I notice many more people gathering around the stage.

Intrigued, I stand before walking over and sitting down in an unpreoccupied chair. As an old man sprays on some strong cologne, I can't help but pay attention to how greedily everyone was staring towards the stage. As the lights dim, I wait to see what everyone else was so eager to see. As a soft beat began to play, the curtains to the stage open and my jaw drops.

On stage, was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. She had (H/l), (H/c) hair that perfectly framed her face. Glowing, radiant skin that could make even the moon jealous. Bright, (e/c) eyes that anyone could drown in if they stared at them for too long and full, pink lips that could put even roses to shame.

As my eyes trail down, I gasp for she was wearing a with nothing under it. She had the body of a goddess and it was absolutely enticing.

As the music continues to play, she makes her way to the front of the stage. Gracefully swaying her hips side to side, she clears her throat and begins to sing.