After her lover's accident, which placed him into a coma, (F/n) (L/n) struggles with her constant trips to the hospital to visit him. She, however, continues to keep up her appearance and smile except when alone or with her lover. One day, though, while at her favorite cafe, the young woman is approached by another regular customer of the cafe, and he always seems to be there when she is. A phone number is left for her. Curious and shocked, she calls him. As she gets to know him more and more, however, she notices peculiar things about both his behavior and his dress. Something seems rather ... odd. I don't own the cover image, images within chapters or music videos and content within said videos. They all belong to their respectful owners. I do, however, own the story (its plot, characters, etc.), so please don't steal. Thank you, and thank you for reading.

*This story does not belong to me in any way. This story is owned by Henrietta R. Hippo on FanFiction.net* Feliciano Vargas was just a man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sent down for a crime he didn't commit; Italy meets and falls for a German inmate who is imprisoned for life for an unspeakable crime. An unlikely bond is formed between these two and Feliciano discovers that there's more to this heartless criminal than meets the eye. Gerita, USUK, Spamano

༺M!Yandere x F!Reader༻ ❛𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.❜ As if working for a billiornare wasn't stressful enough. Everything had to be spotless, maybe that's the reason you were so focussed with your job. Too focused to flock to Mr. Coters like all the other workers. That was the reason he liked you. You were different. You were hard working. You were beautiful. You were perfect. !No artwork used is mine unless specified!

𓉘 m!yandere(s) x f!reader 𓉝 This book will contain graphic imagery, violence, profanity and other mature and/or upsetting topics. I will mention specifics at the beginning of each one-shot. Please keep in mind that all of these scenarios are purely fictional and that I do not condone yandere behaviours in real life. STRICTLY NO SMUT (will delve into some suggestive scenes but nothing explicit) ♡ - are my personal favourites available on AO3! (username: https_rosiee) rankings: #1 infatuation

[𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑] They 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, they 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦, they 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲. Each story within these pages unravels a different tale of love that crosses the line-twisted affections, dangerous fixations, and hearts that refuse to let go, even if it means breaking you. Enter a world where passion is poison, and the ones who claim to love you are the very ones who pull you under.

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that. He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes told me he'd liked it. Just as I was close to release, he removed his fingers, and I let out a groan. His hands was still around my neck as he leaned forward, for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me, but that idea was carried away with the wind, instead he came closer to my ear and whispered. "Trouble makers aren't allowed to get pleasure." Then he let go... ~~~ 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 was a daddy's girl, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants, but after her parents died in a house fire she decided to leave her spoil behavior behind her. Until the day she met Nicolas.

She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

"𝘙𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶." What was that stupid term again? Oh right, opposites attract. He was the number two prohero, the savior, the legend, and the show off. And you were were a secretary to the number one. Judgmental, perceptive, blunt and bland. Somehow, you got yourself stuck in Hawk's talons and once he got a hold of you, he was never letting you free. You were trapped, like a bird in a cage. Or maybe, an aviary.