Yandere Imagines Novels & Stories

A tightness coiled in Araheen’s chest at Yadira’s condition, but she dismissed it at once—especially when claws began to form at the salamander’s fingertips, her chest rising and falling in shallow, furious breaths. “It’s you, isn’t it?” Yadira snarled, cracked lips pulling back. “I could smell your traitorous aura from a fucking mile away, you sylph cunt.” Araheen did not react. She had expected no less from Yadira. “Your people would do the same to me if our positions were reversed, Yadira,” she replied evenly.

she whispered, though her body was betraying her, her pussy simmering at his words. "Oh, I was imagining things, alright," Ryder growled, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal the pink flesh inside. "I was imagining dragging you to your room, laying you on your bed, and making you take all of me. I was imagining how much louder you'd scream than she did."

He did not like the recurring thought of the two men he had beaten up the other day, coming back looking for revenge. Yesterday night he had a good sleep, the Succubus' rage was finally waning. ‘Image projection coming through,’ Andy barked in his mind. He abandoned his thoughts and raised his left hand and held it level, it was as if he was trying to read the time on the wrist Enabler. A 3d imagery was projected. It showed a woman sitting in a solitary cellblock, she seemed sad and lost in thought. Willy realized that she was the older girl behind Lillian in the pendant’s second picture.

Just when he wanted to think of ways to make her more humble where he is considered, a seductive picture of Lucianda naked and moaning under him came to his head and he found himself standing still as he allowed the fantasy to take over his mind. Soon, the room became steamy with his imaginations and from the mirror, he hungrily watched his highly endowed member getting excited and huge as it enlarged with purpose. Soon, he was so hard he wanted to scream with the frustration of it yet he didn’t allow himself to stop imagining the nubile body of his enemy’s widow beneath him as he thrust into her vjay deeply. ‘Oh Hakeem, yes, pump me hard. Make me yours in all ways that count.’ The Lucianda

Her mind began to go on overdrive as she imagined what it would be like. No, she would still be losing out. Timothy couldn't perform. Sleeping with him would be a one-sided effort on her part. Was she supposed to reach physical fulfillment by staring at his face? It was too much of a test for her imagination. Calista had no idea what it was that Yara was looking at, let alone know that she was having perverted thoughts. She spoke up when she noticed Yara was daydreaming. "What's on your mind?" Yara lowered her voice into a whisper.

an idea on what to do just came. I imagine Zendaya rubbing my bare muscular chest; yeah don’t ask me how they’re muscular please, cos I myself don’t know, my second brain be like it a hungry packs not six packs, so that’s the answer. Slowly for real it start standing, I imagine Victoria holding tightly the hard cock while Zendaya slowly kiss my lips. Stupid and gross right? Victoria slowly swallow my dick gently, snapping back to reality, I change Victoria and Zendaya faces to cake, I smile as I grab the cake myself and start fucking it, my imagination went wild after series of moans continuously leave my mouth. I moan so hard I forgot how it felt to cum, the thing build up in me as I splutt

I can imagine her going down on me and slowly sucking my clit. I pulled off my underwear and spread my legs wide. I just want Jane to touch me. I closed my eyes and imagined Jane flicking her tongue along my clit. My fingers rubbed my clit, and my breathing became shallower as the fingers rubbed faster. Shivers traveled through my spine, imagining Jane pushing me against the mattress as she devoured me down there.

In my mind, Asher is here—his hands rough and gentle, his lips devouring mine as he claims every part of me. He is everything I need, everything I crave, his dominance and tenderness weaving together perfectly to undo me. A moan slips free as my other hand finds my breast, squeezing tightly. I imagine his hands there instead, firm and possessive, while his mouth trails grazing in a way that leaves me breathless. The vivid images fuel the fire, my body arching as I match the rhythm in my mind, my fingers moving with desperation. "Asher," I whisper, his name a plea. I imagine the raw intensity of his presence; it's almost enough to make me forget he’s not here.

It wasn’t imagining a firm and vehement no from her lips that had me daydreaming instead of grading papers. My mind had gone to a dark place, picturing all the ways I could make Hana not simply say yes but give me that enthusiastic begging for it. I licked my lips, shifting in my chair as the image of the proud Princess Hana on her knees begging for my cock played in my mind. It was a beautiful sight. A blush staining her cheeks, embarrassed at what she was doing, hesitantly started to beg. Her long black hair hung loose over her shoulders, her rosy, pink nipples playing an erotic game of peek-a-boo from behind the strands.

Allison’s POV: On the way back to the house, Jacob’s words kept echoing in my mind. I couldn’t help but imagine myself in that black lingerie, waiting for him to have sex with me. I could imagine him tearing off my clothes and watching me all over. I could imagine him holding my hands tightly together and forcing himself upon me. I could imagine losing my virginity to him. However, along with all those dreadful imaginations, unexpectedly I could also imagine myself enjoying it. I could imagine myself moaning loudly. I could imagine myself pressing my fingers onto his back and curling my toes to bear the intensity.