Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

It had been a long, weird, and unexpected day in ways—the appearance of Hayden Ryder, the dominant part of it that remained wedged in her mind as she slept. In a single day, she’d felt everything from lust, to anger, and sadness because of him. It was unsurprising that he now pervaded her dreams too. He appeared in them as the object of her fantasy. This wasn’t unexpected either, since he’d evoked a physical desire within her that had been dormant for so long. He was just as beautiful and appealing to her, but the unexpected part was that in her dream, he wasn’t human.

"Don't talk about another man while I'm burying myself in you, moya plamya." "Why not? Don't you want your men to watch you claim your woman?" Good fucking God. I am not an exhibitionist and I'm definitely not okay with anyone seeing Anna like this. But the fantasy... the mental image of taking her, sprawled across my desk, naked and writhing and screaming my name, sobbing for more... while our Bratva watches... When I shudder and groan my release into her, she joins me.

Her jaw clenches, toes curling into the sheets as she gives herself five more minutes of this bliss before the busy world demands she put on a bra and pretend to be a functioning member of society. She holds the squeeze, body vibrating, waiting for the hot mess of her climax. In the imagination of her mind, she sees a broad-shouldered, beardy man who has a chiseled, muscular physique that looks like it was carved from granite. He’s the faceless man that’s lived in her imagination for years. In her mind’s eye, he’s between her legs, using a tireless tongue to eat her brains out. She knows he exists. She knows that when their energies finally collide, she’ll unlock a level of filth and euphori

Kyra tried to force the picture that appeared in her head of him turning her around like a piece of meat to see if she had any injury from her mind. She felt her stomach dip as intense desire consumed her. The intensity of it stunned her and she began to wonder if she’s suddenly gone mad because why was she reacting like this to such an image? She should feel disgusted that he saw her body when she was sleeping, she should be angry not getting this type of reaction.

I smile and walk around my desk and offer her my hand. "Miss Jones, it is a pleasure", I say, and she takes my hand on hers, and she automatically puts it away after we touch for just one second. It doesn't feel long enough. What am I thinking? This is the woman that broke my heart into a thousand pieces. She raises her head and looks up into my eyes, saying ht pleasure is hers. I walk, guiding her to the table at the end of the office. I rest my hand on her lower back while she sways her hips walking. I pull her chair and then take my place in front of her. I rest back on my chair, locking my fingers with each other, and I look at her. Her eyes look the same, and she looks exactly the same.

"You will be fine, I got a plan." Yandel assured her, that seemed to catch her attention. She drew back away from him slowly and looked at him narrowing her eyes at him, she knew him. She swore to herself that if it was something perverted, she was going to cut his balls off and use it for some nice Christmas omelets for him from the nicest part from her darkened transmigrated soul. "You know, I can hear your thoughts right?" Yandel shrugged from her creepy stare, stepping back from her a bit as she looked at him abacked.

Chapter 5. “You have been staring down at that thumb, do you want it in your mouth?” Ryker’s voice was raw and dirty now, enough to pull Kira out of her trance. Kira’s body stilled, because the words… his voice. It did pull her out of her trance, but not out of her imagination. She had been thinking about the wildest, most sinful things and they were some of her rawest imaginations. She was not supposed to have them. But she had thought about Alex’s hand in her mouth, Damian’s hand in her pussy, while Ryker did exactly what he was good at. Asses.

My toes curled, and my muscles tensed. As I pushed myself toward the edge, the fantasy shifted. I imagined Vence entering the room, seeing me like this, spread eagle and desperate. I imagined him laughing, a dark, hungry sound, before he stripped off his clothes to reveal a thick, throbbing cock that looked far too big for me to handle. "You like this toy, April?" the imaginary Vence asked, leaning over me. "Let's see how you handle the real thing."

He repeatedly glanced over at both of them, obviously turned on, but also tormented with his feelings. She didn't have nearly the same amount of anxiety as he'd had, apparently. She'd known that she was attracted to him from that moment on, and had just accepted it. He'd become part of her fantasy when she masturbated. She loved to sit in the tub and use the removable shower head to massage her pussy, thoughts of her brother or someone else she shouldn't think about running around her brain. There were lots of people that she thought of when she masturbated. Mike was chief among them, but others also took his place. Sarah, Beth, and Danni all had a spot in her mind. There was a scene she esp

Unfortunately, her over-active imagination didn’t stop there. Oh, no. Once it had latched onto him, it rifled through her memories and raided them, presenting her with images of Xavier naked, his gloriously muscled form stripped for her perusal… the way his eyes flared with amber and darkness when he was aroused. The way his cock felt when he drove int…