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àŒºð©àŒïžðªàŒ» Yandere x Reader Y/n has her problems as everyone does, a sick mother, bills to pay, a stressful job, forgotten hobbies, addictions... Three men who will do anything to have her, cross any boundary, and use her issues to make her theirs. Chapters with a * before the number (example *6) xxx) are for 18+ audiences. You do not have to read these chapters. The story will continue as normal, without much of the storyline being missed. Weekly updates! Please comment and vote if you enjoy! àŒºð©àŒïžðªàŒ» "I know I'm a fuck up, a creep with cameras in your home but so is he and he's worse because he put some in your bedroom. Mine are just to make sure you're home safe. Sweetness, believe me." "As long as you trust me and do as I say, you will be the one in charge." àŒºð©àŒïžðªàŒ» We've hit #4 in #Infatuation out of 3k+ stories I'm crying thank you guys <3 Please comment and vote!!!
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