Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

Draining all hope and imagination out of me. Holy fuck! What if he doesn't love me? “I should get going.” With a serious face, I said to him and walked away. As I made my way to Ander apartment, my mind was filled with dirty imagination. Dirty fantasy that let me go wild. “Pin me to the wall. Alpha.” “Please fuck me. I want your dick.” “Go harder. Suck my nipples. Lick my p**sy.* That thought alone was driving me crazy. Making my nipples hard. The sensation, my imagination all crashed away the moment I entered the sitting room and founded Ander.

Or am I just imagining things, desperate to have someone of my own? The emotions are difficult to put into words. I almost want to scream with pleasure, even though my mate is only a figment of my imagination. What if it's true, and I'm actually connected to the girl who's been playing with my thoughts? "Damn, whoever you are, you're driving me crazy. I'll make sure I can have you. Your desire won't be able to resist me. I'll do everything to make you mine. I'll catch you and pleasure you endlessly." I lick my lips, imagining it's her I'm tasting. I hope I can find her soon because I'm so bored and I need her as soon as possible.

The thought made me cringe. No. I wanted a woman who could take charge, calculate actions and consequences, and be my equal. I small smile plays across my face as I realise exactly who I am describing. It would never happen, but they were the only ones I had fantasised about for a few months now. I know why. Once they started being able to lay out every warrior in the pack, including myself, I suddenly realised... they're no longer little girls. Their shapely bodies had matured, and they had put in the work to turn them into weapons. I had never said more than a few words to either of them... I struggled at the best of times, but I always felt like my tongue was too big in my mouth around th

I had the worst sleep of my life last night, that fucking woman came to the front of my mind the second I close my eyes. I awoke with my pants pitched in a tent at the dreams that overwhelmed my mind. Seeing her body has been pure restless torture. In my dreams, I see her step under the running water. I see the warm liquid running over her smooth skin, from the top, over her plump lips, between the moulds of her breasts and down the smooth taut skin of her stomach and then… Fuck I need to clear my mind.

I just wanted to go to my room, close the door, and release everything I had been holding in. I went to my room and lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes. I imagined the three of them. Leon in front of me, cold but full of passion. Adrian beside me, gentle but relentless. Sebastian behind me, rough but full of warmth. I imagined their hands on my body, their lips on my neck, their lengths inside me. My hand started to move. I squeezed my own breasts, imagining it was Adrian's hand. My fingers traveled down to my stomach, imagining it was Sebastian's hand. I slid my fingers inside my vagina, imagining it was Leon's length.

As Ysander disappeared into ashes, a large Soul Energy Ball floated in James’ hand. James summoned a beam of light and enlarged Ysander’s Soul Energy Ball, projecting countless unsightly scenes before Xabat’s grief-stricken and enraged eyes. The scenes depicted Ysander engaging shamelessly in debauched activities with countless women, who screamed in agony. He exhibited brutality and mercilessness throughout, making the scenes deeply disturbing to watch. Even worse, after humiliating the women, Ysander would devour their souls and refine their bodies into elixirs or pills. Then, he would distribute them to members of the New Alliance who had meritorious contributions.

Holy shit. She stood there, arms folded under her boobs, purple hair pulled up in a tight ponytail. Wearing very very tight jeans and a crop top but no matter how I thought of it, I couldn’t see myself doing anything sexual with Yua. No no no. The images my brain conjured made me want to gag. I see her as my little sister. Not once have I ever ever seen her as someone I could have sex with. “So... what are we gonna do for two minutes?” she asked, staring at me. She began to twirl a lock of hair over her shoulder, smiling in a way that was supposed to look... seductive? But honestly, it just freaked me out.

The animal in him could not help but replay Lucianne’s sexually-arousing demeanor when she talked about punishing Sasha, and his eyes somehow moved to her firm, round butt. Lucianne was clueless about what her indecent beast was thinking, and she went to the bathroom for a shower like she always did. After the door shut behind her, Xandar wondered how much longer he could hold his heat in. He was getting warmer by the second. The sound of Lucianne’s clothes falling on the bathroom floor and the thought of her naked body under the coursing water from the shower did nothing but instigate his inappropriate thoughts. ‘But are these thoughts really inappropriate?’, he wondered as dark fantasies s

Possessive. The imagination has me moaning louder and shamelessly, the pressure of my impending orgasm building higher and higher with every filthy thrust of my fingers. Another loud moan slips out of me as I keep fucking my drenched pussy, my legs spreading wider, my imagination expanding into a filthier version as I dream of strong hands replacing mine on my breasts and a girthy hard cock replacing my fingers inside my pussy. My stalker’s girthy hard cock.