Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night
β‘ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
β‘ Word Count. 1,910
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who is a respected CEO by day and an unhinged hyperanalysis Tumblr user by night. The duality of man.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who is the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company but still makes burner accounts to argue with 13-year-olds on Reddit about your character motivations. Who has an Excel spreadsheet tracking your entire career, from your first role as “background corpse #3” to your latest award-winning performance. Who spends his free time doing deep-dive analyses of your acting techniques but no one, not even his closest subordinates, knows heβs the one writing unhinged 900k-word fanfics about you.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who has carefully curated his public image, who is stoic, charismatic, and feared in the corporate world. But the second he logs in, heβs deep-diving into the lore of you, dissecting every performance, every interview, every offhand comment youβve ever made with the precision of a man trying to decipher the Dead Sea Scrolls.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who writes degenerate, filthy, pornographic fanfiction about youβso detailed, so accurate, that it makes even your most deranged fans question reality. Who has crafted a smut masterpiece so depraved, so accurate, that even you would have to double-check your NDA contracts to make sure he didn’t bug your dressing room. Itβs so well-written it climbs to the top of AO3 and Tumblr overnight, leaving millions thirsting over a version of you that only he could have written.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who wrote it with the precision of a surgeon and the passion of a man on death row seeing the light. It is filth. Absolute smut with no plot. Unapologetic. A symphony of depravity. And every single word? Perfectly in-character. Because if anyone knows how you would sound moaning, it’s him.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who releases the sequel and watches with malicious glee as the internet collectively loses its mind. Who makes it filthier, darker, and even more in-depthβlayering psychological tension so thick that even your most hardened fans start questioning their morals. Who thrives on the idea that, somewhere out there, your closest colleagues are reading this and suffering.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who did it because none of these incompetent writers could capture your essence properly. They all wrote you like some generic anime character, not the complex, fascinating enigma you are. He had to do it himself. He had no choice.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who didn’t mean for his fanfiction to go viral. He was just frustrated. You kept rejecting interviews, dodging meet-and-greets, refusing to acknowledge his existence beyond a stiff handshake and polite nod. So he did what any normal, well-adjusted person would do: he wrote about you getting railed. And naturally, the internet devoured it.
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β‘ Yandere! Producer who accidentally clicks on the link because some dumbass intern thought it was a business report.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who stares at the screen, unblinking, unmoving, as the words “throbbing” and “whimpering” and “pressed against the wall like a starved animal” flash before his eyes. Who is suddenly regretting ever learning how to read.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who doesnβt read fanfiction. Because he has a job, unlike these losers. But somehow, this abomination of a fic lands on his desk.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who is about to ruin some lives because how dare someone write some filthy, degenerate, absolutely heinous material about his star. His investment. His prodigy. Hisβ
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β‘ Yandere! Producer who is silent. Very silent.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who has his phone way too close to his face now.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who realizesβ¦
β…Shit. This is actually way too accurate.β
β‘ Yandere! Producer who tries to pretend he doesnβt know about it. Who tells himself he wonβt read more, that he has more important things to doβbut somehow ends up scrolling through it at 3 AM, gripping his tablet with white knuckles. Who gets to the most depraved part and damn near drops his cigarette in shock. Who refuses to look you in the eye for a week because now, every time you speak, all he can hear is the absolutely unhinged dialogue from the fanfic.
β‘ Yandere! Producer knows you. Has known you since you were a brat barely able to hold your own scripts. He made you. Every talent you have? Honed by him. Every time you tried to half-ass a scene? Whipped into perfection by him. And yet, somehowβsomehowβthis unknown fucker has written a version of you so accurate, so filthy, so real, that even he is forced to question whether youβve been sneaking around behind his back.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who stares at the screen with the cold sweat of a man who just found out his daughter is a Camgirl.
His fingers tighten around his phone, veins popping.
βWhat the fuck is this shit?β
He knows how you move, how you breathe, how you react. But this? The way the author describes the way your body responds, your micro-expressions, the way your breath hitches at certain touchesβ this is not something just anyone can guess.
For the first time in his life, he feels true, genuine jealousy.
ββ¦The fuck kinda research did this bastard do?β
β‘ Yandere! Producer who takes off his glasses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out the longest sigh of his career.
β‘ Yandere! Producer who types a single text message to you:
βExplain this shit.β
You: β???????β
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β‘ Yandere! Rival who hates your guts, who would piss on your grave if given the chance.
β‘ Yandere! Rival who was barely recovering from the first fic and now has to deal with a second, even more deranged installment. Who reads it out of morbid curiosity and ends up seething because no one should know you this well. Who stares at the screen in disbelief, fingers twitching, contemplating whether to track down the author and demand answers. Who now feels the unsettling urge to confirm for himself whether you are really that way in privateβbecause if not, then WHO THE HELL DID THE AUTHOR BASE THIS ON?
β‘ Yandere! Rival who now has his soul leave his body because he just read about you doing things he cannot unread.
β‘ Yandere! Rival who is rethinking his entire life becauseβ
βWhy the fuck is this hot?β
β‘ Yandere! Rival who is now staring at his screen like: ποΈπποΈ
β‘ Yandere! Rival who is aggressively scrolling like, βYeah, this is disgusting. This is so fucking filthy. This isββ
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scrolls back up to reread a part
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βWho the fuck wrote this?β
β‘ Yandere! Rival who has always known you. Thatβs the curse of childhood friends turned enemies. He knows when youβre lying, knows what makes you tick. And thatβs exactly why when he stumbles upon the sequelβbecause itβs viral as hell, heβd have to be blind not to see itβ his entire body goes cold.
Because this isnβt some vague, generic smut.
This isnβt some horny Tumblr teenβs fantasy.
This is knowledge.
Knowledge that only someone who has touched youβ truly, deeply, intimatelyβ could possibly write.
He wants to deny it. Wants to brush it off, mock the poor bastard who wasted their time writing degenerate, nasty, shamelessly detailed filth about you.
But then he reads a lineβjust oneβand his blood runs hot.
Because the way the author describes the exact way your voice breaksβ
Thatβs real.
No one else knows that but him.
β‘ Yandere! Rival who now thinks you have a secret boyfriend. Or worseβ
Youβre in love with someone else.
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β‘ Yandere! Hater who gets links to the fics by some rando trying to piss him off.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who is already typing out a snarky message in his head like, βLmao bet this is another shitty self-insert whereββ
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β‘ Yandere! Hater who stops breathing.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who has read the first three paragraphs and realizes this isnβt some generic garbage.
This is cinema.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who has to pause multiple times because what the fuck is this? Because why is it turning him on?
β‘ Yandere! Hater who initially refuses to read the sequel but breaks down after getting multiple DMs from people asking for his “thoughts.” Who clicks on the link and proceeds to spiral into a full-blown identity crisis. Who gets irrationally angry because, AGAIN, WHY IS IT SO GOOD? Who starts analyzing the prose structure like itβs a fucking literature thesis, trying to convince himself that heβs critiquing it academically and not… enjoying it.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who prides himself on being your biggest critic.
Itβs fun for him. Picking apart your performances, your interviews, every public appearance you makeβmocking your choices, your expressions, your fanbase. But the sequel? The fucking sequel?
Itβs pissing him off.
Because who the hell wrote this?
The first one was bad enoughβtoo well-written, too detailed, too realβbut this? This is worse. This is so intimate, so obscenely visceral, that he finds himself clenching his jaw, gripping his phone tighter than necessary.
βBullshit,β he mutters under his breath.
Thereβs no way someone else knows you this well.
Thereβs no fucking way someone has been close enough to you, touched you enough, kissed you enough, fucked you enough to be able to describe you like this.
And that thought aloneβthe idea that someone else might have youβ
He grits his teeth. His eye twitches.
For the first time, he canβt critique.
For the first time, heβs just angry.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who then proceeds to read all 20,000 words in one sitting, face getting progressively darker with each passing paragraph. Who realizes, with great horror, that heβs actually getting jealous.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who slams his laptop shut, stands up, and immediately walks out of his apartment because this is not okay. Who needs to go touch grass. Who is now wondering if he should start writing his own versionβ
No.
No.
This cannot be happening.
β‘ Yandere! Hater who eventually messages you:
βYou got a ghostwriter or some shit? Because whoever wrote this knows you in ways that shouldnβt be possible.β
You: βExcuse me????β
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Whereas, β‘ Yandere! Fanboy is watching.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who sits in his private office, sipping imported tea, refreshed and satisfied, knowing that his work has shaken the world.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who checks the AO3 stats. Sequel already at 100k hits. Comments pouring in. Tumblr discourse ignited.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who smirks as he reads their reactions because he expected all of this.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who already has the third installment in the drafts.
β‘ Yandere! Fanboy who is only getting started.
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β€οΈ Fang Dokja’s Books.
β‘ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology
β‘ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.
β‘ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I’d Burn the World.
β‘ Book 4 [you are here]. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.
β‘ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.
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