Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

I tangled my free hand in her hair and shoved her face between the first girl’s thighs. “Make her come while I ruin her ass,” I growled. They obeyed. One screaming around my cock buried deep. The other licking desperately, trying to turn pain into pleasure. I closed my eyes. Imagined dark hair instead of blonde. Imagined a warrior’s body fighting me, not yielding. Imagined Nyra’s voice breaking on Daddy instead of this stranger’s nameless cries. I fucked harder. Faster. Chasing a release that wouldn’t satisfy.

Why do you want to know what I look like? Her eyes narrow and she begins typing quickly. A moment later an image of a geek with glasses hovering over a computer pops up on my screen. ‘That’s the image I have of you in my head. I can’t reconcile that with the fact that you’re an Alpha.’ I burst out laughing. Because I’m an Alpha, I’m arrogant enough to search for one of the best images I have of myself and I send it to her. ‘That’s me.’ ‘Holy Mother Moon Goddess.’ I see her eyes widen and mouth move, but I haven’t turned on the sound. That’s okay, it’s enough. Most women find me irresistible, but for some reason, I like the idea that Wendy finds me attractive.

Memories Lead To A Celebration Party In bed that night he imagining his Rose sexually serving some fictional guys (nerds, ugly, built strong and hung) at Sam's command, doing things that she did not do with him, things he considered disgusting. The mental image was vivid, realistic as if he was there... or dreaming in HD. He pictured the men as "Conan" type barbarians, hairy, in leather rags, dirty like men he saw working in a auto repair shop.

Although Pierce was touchy too. My toes curled inside my shoes as I felt the uncontrollable desire ignite inside me again as I remembered every kiss, every touch that Klay landed on my body. His desire was so much that I feel like I couldn’t satiate him in any way. However, he can satisfy me even with just his fingers and lips. My eyes widened in realization. Did I just fantasize about Klay under the bright sunny day? Oh, sh*t! It was so embarrassing to think. I continued arranging the bouquet while Yara continued talking about s*x and other things about having a boyfriend. She even said having one is fun because you’ll have someone to warm your bed and someone you can brag to your highschoo

Actually, I had plan to put on this lingerie for Zane the night we meet because it was titillating and there’s this irresistible eroticaura it gives. I took several pictures of me lying in randy positions, one could mistake me for a stripper. I smiled to myself when I stared at my banging hot nude image. The heat was too much, Zane might need a fire extinguisher because there was no way these images won't turn him on, they weren't ordinary pictures of me. ****** To Be Continued

Staring at the bed, I imagined the things I would do to my mate once we got married, and my lower body felt the sexual desire gnawing my insides like a swarm of ants. My hand went inside my pants, and I grabbed my meat as if holding it was my life-saving straw. I closed my eyes and imagined what I would like Elizabeth to do in the future. I wanted her to go on her knees, undone my pants and stare at my manh**d. She would grab my stick tightly. “Ahhhh, that feels good~ I want to f*ck you, Elizabeth.” My desire started to burn even stronger, and my imagination kept going. I would place her on a cold table where I impatiently insert my shaft into her. It was as if she had obtained some redempti

Her dreams were filled with disjointed images—snippets of her past, memories she had long buried or forgotten. One night, as they rested in a dimly lit alcove, Lyra was jolted awake by a vivid vision. In the vision, she saw herself as a child, standing in a sunlit garden. The scene was serene and peaceful, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness of Nyxterra. She could see the young version of herself playing with a toy, her laughter echoing softly.

[Tanya] Kieran peered at the hot, feminine figure in front of him, his hands trailing from her slim waist to her sexy hips but as he brought his lips closer to hers, he got a very loud and hard slap on his left cheek. "Jesus" I cringed, quickly sitting up on the bed and ending my imagination. Why would I even have such a scene playing in my brain? Oh, God, am I a bad person? Is it bad to imagine Kieran getting slapped by Sheila? Is it bad of me to think about Kieran cancelling that dinner date with Sheila?

His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the three men walking through him to circle her figure. " No... please...nooo!!" She screams and Zander's fists clench as he sees the men touching his butterfly with their disgusting hands. Their hands reach her underwear. " You fuc"ers! Stop it bastards!" Zander screams, rushing forward to help his butterfly. To only have his hand pass through them. And he stills. This...this is a hallucination...a real one. " Stop." A voice speaks from behind and that's when the man steps into light. Zander's heart stops in his chest. He..he was the same man in the picture he saw. Ryder. I loved Ryder. Sera's words echo in his mind.

I concentrated harder, willing the features of my imaginary mate to become clearer. As I visualized him, his eyes emerged as a striking shade of blue-gray, accompanied by a charming smile that made my heart flutter. A smile crept onto my face as I pictured this idealized mate, feeling a sense of comfort in his imagined presence. With each passing moment, the details of his face sharpened, until suddenly, the guy inside my head looked remarkably familiar.