{Completed} {Yandere!JJK x F!Reader} In which certain people who may or may not like you come up with extreme ways to flirt with you.

The Freak Circus x Fem!Reader "They're freaks!" "Everything changed when they arrived!" "Go back to wherever hellhole you freaks came from!!" Humans, say that they were the higher beings. They believe so and they live with that belief. One would be superior to the other. A silent competition amongst them. Yet, they didn't even know of the monsters who lurked amongst their very shadows. Here they come, The Freak Circus of Horrors. A cluster of clowns and jesters who came from nowhere. A travelling circus has sent foot to your town, receiving doubtful and judging glares from the locals. Who wouldn't be freaked out? A series of clowns showed up for their circus performances at night. What differs them from the usual circuses? They mainly create scares. Horror were their theme of performance. Their undeniably eerie behavior had creeped out most of the locals. Even their appearances were freaking them out. The sharp grins. Tiny slits for eyes that glowed menacingly every performance. Not to you, though. They were somewhat... erm... attractive, in their own way. A freak you were in your own way. You weren't very special, just seen as a weird individual as a kid before everything even settled on your pretty little head. Already labeled as the weirdo by the kids your age. You didn't care. Not anymore. Maybe that's what attracted them to you. It's how different you were to the usual human personality that they were so used to. Especially him. Oh, to him, you were an angel, something special who sees him as something more than who he is... and he needs you. To keep believing. He needs your eyes on him. Your skin, hands, everything about you. He needs all of you, all to himself. He wouldn't let the others get you. You were his. I do not own any of the characters of The Freak Circus. All credits to Neko Bueno, original creator of the game "The Freak Circus" and its characters.

"It's all fun and games till someone falls in love" The circus finally arrived to your town after five years since the last one yet it can't help but bring a sense of dread instead of the usual excitement pooling at the base of your stomach. Mainly for four reasons: •It appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the night. •Children are not allowed inside thanks to its heavy horror themed attractions •It last for 30 whole days •And five workers seems a bit too excited to welcome you to their performances. But you can't back down now, can you? Especially since you have promised your best friend to be there for her as she gets over her fear of clowns. You will just have to deal with an clingy pierrot, a cocky harlequin, a cold ticket taker, a curious doctor and a mysterious jester. . . . . . Mh? Wasn't there also a sweet fool?

"Do you really think you could hide from us?" The voice slithers through the empty halls behind me, smooth as a blade dragged across silk. Calm. Too calm. But beneath it thrums something darker-a predator's amusement, a promise coiled tight in every syllable. "She really thinks we wouldn't be able to find her." I don't need to turn around to know he's smirking. I can feel it-the way his gaze licks up my spine, savoring my panic like a delicacy. That's how they are. All of them. Obsessive, cunning, possessive. Turning my fear into their entertainment. "Why don't we start locking her up?" Ice floods my veins. As if I wasn't already trapped. My ankle screams with every step, the bruise a throbbing reminder of my last failed escape. The halls stretch endlessly, mocking me, twisting like a labyrinth designed to keep me exactly where they want me. "Run while you still can, Kitty." Their footsteps echo behind me-leisurely, unhurried. They aren't running. They're toying with me. Certain I'll fail. Then-a door. Hope claws up my throat. I hitch my dress higher, biting back a whimper as fire shoots through my ankle. 'Please, please let it lead outside'. My fingers scramble for the knob, twisting- Yes! Cool air rushes over my face. Freedom. But before I can lunge forward, an iron grip wrenches me back. My back slams against a broad chest, trapping me. "It's adorable how hard you try to escape us." Laughter curls around me, thick as smoke. My vision blurs, the walls pressing in. The ringing in my ears drowns out everything but their voices-their victory-as their fingers dig into my skin, claiming me all over again. "Darling, like I said. There's No Escape from us."

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you are an immortal who has long since lost your will to live, only for you to encounter a traveling circus troupe who live solely to entertain. You are hungry for entertainment, and they too, are hungry to entertain. ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝗪𝗵𝘆, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: March 2, 2026 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: [𝙫𝙖𝙧! 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙛.𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

The facility is normal. 
The staff are kind. The patients are manageable. That's what you believed when you started working there. They follow their schedules. They attend their sessions. They behave. Until it comes to you. Some wait for you. Some watch you. Some don't like when you spend time with anyone else. It starts small-requests, conversations, familiar faces. But routines are important here. And once you become part of theirs... they don't like it when you change.

❝𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁.❞ 𓍢˚꩜.｡ .ᐟ (𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢. 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧) what do you do when your popular coworker suddenly confesses his love to you on a day like any other? oh, and he's also your boss's son? oh, and he also threatens to kill himself if you reject him? of course, you fold under the pressure of making a decision and just accept dating him! on top of kinda having to deal with this dilemma sometime soon you just made several enemies who will do anything to break you two apart. you hope they will be successful, or . . . do you?

M!YANDERE VARIOUS X F!READER --- In a world where murder, kidnapping, and all manner of once-despicable crimes are now legal in the name of love, being a part of the sane group is terrifying. The adapted are unhinged, corrupted by a drug that's infected their minds. You, on the other hand, are a maladaptive who is immune to the Adaptation and a member of a centuries-old maladaptive community. You've spent your entire life pretending to be adapted: you even have a fake lover of your own to make it more believable. All it would take is one adapted to send your world crashing to the ground. Now, try seven. --- (rated mature for dark themes and language, not sexual content)

(Yanderes x F Reader) [Name] gets hired to a high level, multimedia company as a photographer and videographer. As she works there, some notice her for more than just a crew member. It is a slow-burn romance with a few different archetypes of love interests.

🅨🅐🅝🅓🅔🅡🅔 🅑🅞🅨🅢 🅧 🅡🅔🅐🅓🅔🅡 Transferring to an all boys school wasn't the best idea. Disguising as another guy wasn't such a good idea too. After all, it did give you the opportunity to meet a group of guys. Aᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ғɪxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ɪɴғᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ