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godnectar · 8 months

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Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

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hana-no-seiiki · 10 months

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Yan himbo by definition is also dense so Yan Himbo x Dense Reader is just a duo that shares the same 1 braincell

tw/cw: yandere, manipulation, abusive/toxic behavior. unedited word vomit. dubcon leaning a bit to noncon.

Y E S. The whole concept was based off of a BL Novel I once read where the entire plot was the ML being too dense to realize that jerking off his buddy and wanting to monopolize him aint so cishet behavior.

Himbo is a tactical genius when it comes to manipulating reader and he doesn’t fucken realize it. He’s going by pure instinct to possess reader for himself. Pushing boundaries of their’s cause he knows they’re close enough that they wont mind. Erasing lines cause “they’re friends and should always be open and supportive towards one another.” Getting mad and whiny in the rare times they attempt to refuse so that you’ll feel bad for not letting him get what he wants.

Poor Dense! Reader never really had their thoughts and opinions respected, and so they aren’t used to being entertained much in that aspect. They’re the no thoughts as long you’re happy type of person. And since Yan! Himbo is their closest and only friend they can only grin and take it when he drags them to the locker rooms for some fun times. They’re more afraid of him leaving them than of their privacy being invaded.

Dense! Reader had a crush on himbo for so fucken long but with the lack of experience they’re just 🙂 at everything. So you can’t really blame Himbo for not noticing when Dense! Reader doesn’t know this is stuff couples do, and therefore can’t truly show how happy they are.

At this point the two of them have rings and signed a contract where the two of them can never be apart, but they still think of the other as bros.

“What’s more bro-like than getting promise rings ! Haha, we should all totally move in together next. What’s wrong with our current arrangement? Duh We sleep in different bunks. True bros sleep beside each-other all the time. We can help one another with that problem much easier this way!”

#hns.txt💬#hns.ask💌#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere himbo #yandere core #yandere scenario #tw yandere #yan core #himbo yandere #yandere concept #yandere headcannons #yandere idea

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privitivium · 20 days

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masochist!sensitive!himbo, mean!male!reader - lovely thoughts! bad dom reader,,,,

ur huge best bro, who's very much prone to sobbing in the crook of your neck when you're "making love" to him in his bed,,,, he's too touchy... way too touchy. often - wanting to fucking hold hands and seing them back n forth like ur some kinda fucking couple??? sick.

hmm... he's your best friend! much bigger than you... a gentle giant... kindhearted - pure of heart. fucking not - good lord. there was nothing pure about him. hand dipping in-between your legs, sitting behind you. playing with your cock... before he was kneeling in-between ur thighs, mouth finding the tip of your dick and his tongue circling your leaky bulbous cockhead while you're on the game; distracted by both winning and getting head by your silly companion who often liked to give you such attention!!! is he doing good?

he must be - if you, who generally hates touching him affectionately, are shoving ur fingers in his mouth!!! pumping lewdly into his lips as though you rre fingering his ass,,, makin him taste ur remnants of cum. fingers rubbing on the flat of his tongue, making him gag and its so very obvious that you enjoy the sight with how you surge your hips deeper - is he being whorish enough for you? mmh he can - he can be even more of a whore, he promises!! constricting around ur cock, slobbering and tonguing - sucking on your digits and moaning so pitifully,,, you must like it since you havent pulled away just yet!!!

his huge hands gripping your waist, tugging you deeper into him - feeling the mess of saliva, tears, and snot on your neck. clenching your jaw as you nearly feel overstimulated at the sense - causing you to get aggressive,,,,, he always causes you to grimace in disgust in one way or another. always causing you to you push away from him, physically and emotionally; hands finding and gripping his defined shoulders, forcing him downward to lay against the bed instead of nuzzling into your neck. not wanting to make him cry harder with the command of "don't fucking touch me" - you settle for gentle teasing.

jeez, does it feel that good? you really are sensitive. grumpily enunciating as he mewls for affection, it's kinda annoying. ㅡ is it? m' m- sorryy!!! and sobbing harder while constricting around your cock and milking load after load because he just feels that good... your best bro! feels so good!!!!

you're,,,,, best friends with benefits,,,, but he calls you his boyfriend when introducing you to his gymbros when you aren't there to correct him. moron getting all fluttery and trembling with excitement as you hangout with him... calling him your best fucking bro with a tight hole you can fuck into happily. freeuse, even? like - what? you got an erection out in public and ur embarrassed? hey, it's okay, i can help make it go away lol. please? please? please? let me help, lol. please?

idiot getting hard, trained, when you call him a stupid fucking idiot in public after he drops something on accident. something you do out of affection - insults not matching your loving touches and soothing caresses. see? you can still be loving... no need to be so sensitive, man. don't fucking cry, we're in public. all because you were showing him love - true love by touching him... you didnt like to do that... you were totally coming out of ur shell!!!

#x male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #yandere himbo maybe #posting / finishing my original drafts lolllll!!!!!!

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suiana · 6 months

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(yandere! himbo x gn! thembo reader) (this is just best friends being stupid together)

"dude do you think cockroaches get sad when we scream and cry at them?"

"bro wait, what if they do?"

you gasp at your best friend, eyes wide as you two share a telepathic connection.

"bro this means we can't hurt them..."

"hell yeah dude."

you nod at your best friend, shaking your head at the painful conclusion that you two just shared.

"but bro, i just saw you kill someone."

you suddenly bring up, eyes locking with your best friend as he gasps. but then your best friend shakes his head, hand on your shoulder as he replies to your statement.

"that's different. he said he didn't like you so he obviously had to go."

"dude..."

your eyes water at his words as you hug your best friend, touched by his statement as he hugs you back with a lovesick grin. you are painfully unaware that this guy has killed more than just one person for you.

but ah well, ignorance is bliss and it's not like you two have any braincells to realize how wrong killing someone is. it's okay, you two can be dumb together <3

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere scenarios #yandere himbo #yandere himbo x reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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heartfullofleeches · 3 days

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Himbo Reader wearing his yan femboy boyfriend's clothes as a fun little bonding experience since his partner is always stealing his, but his fat tits are a little too big for the crop top he chose and his skirt rides over his thick thighs when he moves being a size to small-

"Since you're always stealing my clothes it's only fair- I do think this stuff is a bit...tight on me, though. Should probably take all this off before I stretch it out to much."

His boyfriend - phone in hand, practically hanging off the couch as he zooms in on Reader's thighs. "Maybe. Could you turn around and bend over before you do?"

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere scenarios #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere oc #femboy yan #male reader #himbo reader #suggestive

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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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,,also can you do a wholesome jock x reader too

Jock x GN Reader pt.2

an: wholesome? i can do >:)

🏈 For the rest of the day, Brandon could not stop thinking about you and the plans you two made after school. His heart ran a mile a minute and his cheeks flushed so much one of his teachers asked if he was feeling alright.

🏈 The bell rang, signaling dismissal, students flooded out of classrooms and into the hallway. His friends are already grouped up together along with a few cheerleaders, but he could care less, his mind only focused on finding you.

🏈 He found you as you were heading outside, offering to let you tutor him at his place.

🏈 The drive there was a bit awkward in your opinion, you didn't want to be there in any way, you hoped this would be over as soon as possible.

🏈 Brandon kept stealing glances at you, his eyes switching to the road then you. He couldn't get enough of how you looked so disinterested in him, not even making small talk and just watching the trees and houses go by. Girls he would drive with would always try to chat him up, touch his thigh while he drove, did their makeup as an effort to look hot in front of him, anything to garner his attention, it was so...cute...

🏈 Finally you arrived at his house, you wasted no time tutoring him, explaining the important points of the work assigned to the class. It was weirdly astonishing how interested in the topic he was, every time you caught a glance of him in classes, he wouldn't be paying attention whatsoever, either looking out the window, snickering among his friends or just absent, probably cutting classes god knows where.

🏈Even after you finished helping him with his homework, you found yourself talking and rambling to him about other works and books you liked.

🏈 Brandon reveled in the time you two were having together, your smile and laugh was intoxicating, absolutely contagious to him, he couldn't help but get excited as well as you ramble about a book you're reading, your genuine happiness made him think about checking it out, just reading in general.

🏈 He's never been interested in books, but seeing how you were such a big fan, he had to find a way to talk to you without you scowling at him the entire time.

🏈 The days after your tutoring session, he started going to the library in secret, telling his friends he had things to do at home, only to sneak in and look through the shelves in order to find the ones you liked.

🏈 He started reading more and more books, fantasy, drama, iconic works, anything you liked or mentioned, he read. Granted he didn't get most of what happened in most of them but at least he had something to talk about.

🏈 There are times where he misinterprets things because of how sophisticated the writing was, and he asks you what it meant.

🏈 You couldn't help but laugh at how lost he was.

🏈And he couldn't ask for more, melting at your adorable chuckle.

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purerae · 1 year

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╭────༺♡༻────╮

YANDERE!JOCK X GN!reader // PT1

warnings ;; none (i think??) YANDERE!JOCK does not show much yandere tendencies in this part!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who’s obnoxiously loud with his friends. Their table is surrounded with the soccer team. Their voices are 1/2 of the noise in the hall.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who overheard someone speaking about his team. “God, I hate them all. They’re so self centered! I wonder if they know that not everyone cares about soccer like they do.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who immediately frowns after he hears that. Someone hates him? No way he tries to be nice to everyone! He's so self centered?? He didn’t know that :(( (You were generalising but okay..)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who attempts to find the source of who said those words and his eyes land on you. You were on a table with two of your other friends chatting and side eyeing his team. He’s determined to make you realise he’s a decent person!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who walks over to your table with a sad grin and puppy dog eyes but he quickly replaces it with a wide grin. “Hey I'm Alex!!”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who recognises you. You’re in his history class! You lent him a pen and he gave it back. He thought you guys had some solidarity going on but it turns out you don’t?

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who always thought you were attractive, You were cute and quiet in class, He never knew you disliked him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who notices you freeze when he comes up to you. Are you scared of him? Just because he’s 3x stronger than you and towers over you doesn’t mean he’s going to hurt you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who wants to be your friend! He needs to have a good reputation with everyone in the school. With a pout he explains, “I can’t help but overhear you saying you hate me…did i do something wrong”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who makes you feel a little bad for saying all of that. The way he’s staring at you makes it feel like he’s a high school girl who just got rejected by the love of her life.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who ignores the stares the other jocks give him, because he’s interacting with someone who’s talking shit about them. He doesn’t care! He needs to have a good reputation with everyone especially with his classmates.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who sulks when you ignore him and he slowly walks back to his table. He’s not as excited as he was before. The teammates notice that and now they heavily dislike you. How dare you make the sunshine of the group sad!?! :(

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who never gave up. After english, you rushed out the class only to be stopped by Alex. He gives you a proposition. If you come to his next practice and hang out with him after, he’ll help you revise for history!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who frowns when you point out you have a higher grade than him. Come on! Just find him nice already!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!JOCK who will not stop bothering talking to you, until you become friends! Your friends don’t like him so why doesn’t he bother them? Many people care for him but…why does he care that you don't?

“Trust me, Im not as bad as you think!!”

purerae<3

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belovedyandere · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking about it and how about a jock x himbo jock, where himbo jock has a huge crush for jock but doesn’t think that jock would like them because they think that jock just sees them as a teammate but jock has a huge crush on himbo but himbo is just too oblivious?

cw. dubcon, manipulation, objectification, sexual themes, yandere themes

How could your Jock not notice that you have feelings for him? With the way his arm encircles your shoulder as he greets you from behind, making your face flush. Or when he is on the field and you constantly gaze at him. Gives him such an ego boost, his face all smug and chest pumped out as though he had won some sort of competition.

The Jock was without a doubt completely enlightened by this realisation, yet even then he thought he was going insane. No matter how many times you were invited to his home, touched, or flirted with, you never made the connection. Never attempt to read between the lines. The Jock found it frustrating considering you felt the same way about him; ergo, why won't you just be his? Were you trying to be difficult? No, you were too kind to dally with anyone for so long. Perhaps you did feel something for him, but all you would let yourself do was that. The Jock seemed to accept that prospect as the answer.

Obviously the Jock wouldn’t allow this. He was certainly on the verge of snapping, your taunting had only added fuel to the fire. The first step was accomplished when he pulled you aside before training and casually suggested that you visit his house after. And you obviously agreed, you were always susceptible to persuasion, especially from the Jock. The way your eyes fixed on him and muttering “yes” while nodding was fucking adorable to him. Even when it was to pull you away from your fuckwit friends, you would happily allow him to drag you away. But nevertheless, he knew to ask you, you always responded better to kinder interactions.

He kept glancing to the other side of the field where you took part in different exercises. Once you both were free to go, the two of you walked side by side, walking to his house, and it was unbearable. He didn’t care for the conversations, not with his heart in his throat. Your jock never experienced fear in hooking up, he’s confident in his looks and his charm. He can get anyone he’d like, but this is different. This feels too…heavy, the outcome can make or break him. And just as he was riddled in his thoughts, he comes to realise you’re in his room standing in front of him, waiting for him to respond back to your question. “What?” He asked flustered, though it seemed more aggressive in your eyes.

Throughout his training, he kept looking over to where you were waiting for him. When training was over, the two of you left together, but the distance to his house was painful. With his heart in his throat, he didn't pay any mind to your chatting. He was too lost in his head to focus. Your Jock is aware of his looks and charms, he’s confident in getting whatever he wants from others, hookups are no different. He can choose anybody he wants, yet this is different. It feels too…heavy, as if the result may make or break him. While lost in thought, your voice brings him back, only to then realises that you are in his room, standing in front of him and waiting for him to answer your question. “What?” He asked flustered, although it appeared more aggressive in your eyes. You explained that you asked what he wanted to do, with the usual routine being the both of you lazing around and watching tv.

Taking in a sharp breath, he just figured to get this over with. Even if his heart made him believe he may need to be sent to the hospital, he wanted to finish this stupid game. “I like you. No I mean- I like you but like like- fuck, give me a second–“ His hands went to his temple, as though to ground him better and to help him focus on his words, trying to recall what he would usually say to others when he wanted ask them out. “Bro, ignore the first part, what I’m trying to say is- I, uh, what I mean is, I want us to be a thing.” He felt pure embarrassment and rage at how fucking stupid he was acting, and to see your confused face felt like ten new blows to his chest. “Ugh fuck it, this is what I want.” Gripping your shoulders, he pushed your back to his bed as he hovered over you. His fingers gripping your chin roughly, his lips smashing into yours. It felt like a desperate attempt, it was a desperate attempt. His heart was beating too fast, he was trying so hard to keep his hands from shaking while trying to focus. His eyes were nailed shut, not wanting to open his eyes to find rejection in yours.

But when he felt your own lips move against his, your arm wrap around his shoulders and your legs snake his hips. He has to pull back, as if his mind had to be playing tricks on him. You stared back, bashful, wondering if you had done something wrong but just as quickly as the both of you paused, you both went back as before, however this time more forceful and passionate. Clothes had been stripped, drool had been dripping from your chin while his own was being worked and stretched within your hole. “Fuck…” he whispers gravelly, too horny to even look at you, “Never thought a guys ass could look this fucking hot…” He muttered, eager to put his throbbing cock in you, it felt unbearable at this point, it needed to be held and caressed tightly, and he exactly where it would be treated perfectly.

As he entered, you immediately squeezed around his tip, and his head drops back in utter pleasure while he sloppily rolls my hips hard. You moan, and so does he. He jerks back, then thrusts back in, snapping his hips. “Fuck, pretty boy is a little slut, huh?” He huskily remarks, licking his lips while his eyes scan your red-skinned face. Your mouth left open at the foreign sensations, he couldn’t help but lean towards you and have his own drool drip into your mouth, feeling a certain buzz as he watches you swallow it.

He savours the way you take his bulge with each hard shunt, and he makes you take it again and again. Each time, a mewl leaves your parted lips, addicting him. He speeds up as your body adjusts to accept him. You work with his rhythm, wanting to please him more, to see his face scrunch harder with pleasure, you continually squeeze and release. “You were always so fucking dumb,” He says in between grunts, the muscles in his arm bunching as he speeds his thrusts, “But it’s okay, pretty boys like you don’t need to be smart. They just need to take my cock like a doll, my pretty doll who gets dumber each time I fuck him.” He chuckles at his words, noticing how you don’t even seem to be taking anything in other than the rough thrusts of his angry cock.

Before long, he’s rutting into you in a craze, muttering your name, your noises spurring him on, your accepting body tormenting him, and all he want is to fill you with his, to possess it. And that is exactly what he does, he coats your insides with thick strips of his cum, while your own covers his stomach. “I waited too long for this, baby, we’re not gonna finish until one of us passes out.”

#yandere jock #jock #yandere jock x himbo jock reader #belovedyandere oc #male reader #yandere smut #yandere

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Yandere Himbo Househusband Loves When…

Yandere Himbo Househusband loves when you take the day off to workout with him. Whether your and exercise buff or just trying it out, he’s in bliss. Being strong is Morgan’s strongest suite, hence his underground name being Behemoth, so his heart’s beating a mile minute. Sometimes it’s more exciting than pummeling those ambushers in the underground. It’s even cuter when you struggle with his toned down work out.

“Ergh! How do you even move this? This is literally three tons!”

“Ah don’t worry babe, that’s just for a warm-ups!”

Yandere Himbo Househusband loves when you purposely touch his muscles especially his pecks. Just the way you casually squeeze his muscles, sends him in a frenzy. He’s always been told or flirted with about his muscular stature but it’s completely different when his Lovebug comments on it. It effectively boosts his pride that you appreciate his hard work he’s been doing.

“Ah such big boobas!”

“Just for you Lovebug!”

Yandere Himbo Househusband loves when you cheer him on. Now there’s no way he let’s you attend his death+matches but you being his cheerleader in anything else makes his heart and something else+ swell. Hearing your strained voice calling out to him in the heat of the neighborhood eating contests—pumps him up like no one else. Heck! If you just cheered him on for not breaking anything in the house he can’t help but want to pounce.

“Just a little! Love Bug Pleeeeeease! You can’t cheer me on and not let me do it!”

Yandere Himbo Househusband loves when people challenge him for you. He knows your a catch, its only a given that’d there be competition. And what better way to show his love than clobbering the coworker that was saying mean things really quietly. Don’t scrunch your eyebrows! They really did say something mean. He’ll act real angry if anyone vaguely references you in the ring he’ll literally beat them into a bloody pulp but deep down he’s jumping at the chance to defend your honor. It’s all for his Lovebug!

“I’ll enjoy beating your face in!”

Yandere Himbo Househusband loves when he can treat you especially when its at the expense of anyone who say something he doesn’t like. There’s just something so satisfying about watching you get all dressed up for a night out after he earned a cash-gift from a workout buddy. That workout buddy being the bloody remains being delivered to make a special kind of smoothie.

“You look a million dollars, babe!”

#yandere himbo househusband #yandere himbo #yandere himbo househusband oc #yandere morgan jox #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere husband #yandere husband x reader #yandere original character #yandere original characters #yandere oc x you

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hellishlibrary · 5 months

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crack scenarios pt 1

Yan!Himbo— So, can this pretty boy get a kiss~?

Genius!reader—…

Genius!Reader— No.

_____________________________________________ 10 minutes later

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Yan!Himbo (banging on Readers dorm room door)— PLEASE JUST ONE KISS!?

Genius!Reader (Barricading the door with their dresser)— What the fuck?!

#yandere oc #yandere himbo #yandere male #yandere x reader #crack #crack fic #drabble

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hana-no-seiiki · 10 months

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YANDERE! HIMBO: This is an act of friendly bonding you know! We’re platonically getting closer. Increasing affection as bros!

DENSE! READER WHO IS CURRENTLY GETTING JERKED OFF/FINGERED BY YANDERE! HIMBO: Is this some straight thing I don’t understand?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere scenario #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc imagines #yandere self insert #yandere himbo #yandere male #male yandere #yandere core #yancore #tw yandere

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jhuzen · 1 year

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could u write kaveh diluc or kaeya with an obsessive m reader? like yandere type (or just obsessive whatever u want) I love the way u write them ur my fav blog

following elysium [m.reader]

maaaaan i haven’t written anything yandere in a good while now. but i can’t say i don’t miss it. this takes me back to my obsession with yandere character arc (*coughs in yan asogi that i still obsess over in my drafts*) so this request will let me know if i’ve lost my touch. also, why pick between three when you can have all lolololll

𖦹 dark themes, yandere male reader (ranging from manipulative, to overprotective, to soft), manipulation everywhere (like a lot, i swear i’m not good at it irl or am i jkjk), obsessive themes, some mentions and allusions of death, some isolation, scare tactics, love bombing

𐂂 obsession is a lethal poison, and yet you’ve survived a gallon of doses.

Kaveh

Your sweet naïve little Kaveh was quite the adorable one, always so considerate, so willing to please and so eager to do what he can in order to satisfy you, a mere admiring client of his. A man that he knew that personally sought him out to the ends of Sumeru just to meet him and commission him. Just because for some reason, you had heard of him from the outskirts of this vast nation.

Oh truly what an honor it is.

If only he knew it took one smile from him and a small greeting from exactly just a year ago when he officially met you, that sent you spiraling into a mad obsession that longed to pursue him; if only he insisted to look inside the office you’ve kept him off of, he would have seen the altar that could rival any other archons out there; if only he had a lick of awareness in him, he would’ve seen that your devilishly charming smiles were indeed the work of something far more sinister.

Alas, he was your sweet little architect, unaware of your leering stares, gazes so predatory it could leave any prey scampering off, ready to pounce at him and just break him.

But you are a man of class, you knew your way around people’s hearts, and Kaveh’s weakness was the positive feedback he gets from his clients. He’s helping out of the goodness of his heart, after all, mora is not so much of an issue (to the point of him even incurring a debt), and he was even just as generous with you, refusing the pounds of mora that you were willing to lay at his feet (though you send him away with heaps still).

And as your gaze flitted from the blueprints of your master’s bedroom renovation to the man currently in charge of it, a small smile wormed its way to your face. Truly your esteemed genius architect is a lovely one, how lucky were you that you met him on that particular day.

“Hm… I don’t think with the way we’ve recently renovated your hallways, your bedroom pans out at all,” his bottom lip stuck out into an adorable pout, and it took every cell in your body to control the maddening urge to kiss them, to bite them until you even get a taste of him.

“Is that so?” You casually leaned over, drawing yourself nearer than normal. And heaven swallowed you whole when you got a whiff of that familiar honey scented shampoo that Kaveh often used (you’ve made a note of buying more in stock once you’ve enacted the final steps in your little plan).

However, even that lovely scent wasn’t enough to keep your attention away from the way Kaveh stiffened, from the way his grip around the parchment of your blueprint significantly tightened to the point of ripping it apart, from the way his breath hitched.

“I— A-Ah! Um! Yes—!”

From the way his voice cracked — those red eyes peered up at you — to the way those gazes of his became increasingly fonder and more frenzied, much like yours, but less subtle. Kaveh was always bad at hiding how he truly feels, and it made it easier for you to trap him in your little cage, to snip away his wings until he’s fully tied down to you.

You tilted your head, cocking an eyebrow as you put him in his place, rendering him almost speechless when he briskly turned back to the blueprint, wide-eyed and flustered. How adorable.

“Well, I trust that you know how our transactions are, my dear,” your tone was suave and smooth, practiced to perfection, and the same way with your movements that were calculated for precision, ensnaring your poor unsuspecting Kaveh. You took a lock of his hair in your hand, twirling it around as you attempted to find his averted gaze. “Go all out. Mora is not an issue.”

Kaveh’s head stuttered as he nodded, his trembling hands barely able to release the poor blueprint from his vice grip. He somehow didn’t know why, but there were recent changes about you in the few and far between times that he sees you for your personal consultation. Kaveh thought it sweet really, that you would go out of your way to contact a grand and comfortable enough transportation to take him to your home instead of making him walk a hundred miles just to do so (despite his initial insistence to do it instead).

You were the first client that has been so generous with praises and mora when it comes to your payment, and while the architect can afford to be modest about accepting your financial payment, even he couldn’t hide the metaphorical wagging of his tail should you even grace him one compliment for his efforts. Don’t get him wrong though, he knows he’s good, how else could he have graduated with honors if not?

Nevertheless, your approval was something Kaveh continuously sought, until every letter of commission you sent him suddenly had him mistaking it for a letter of something more… intimate, something that held a rather romantic connotation.

He took your kindness for something more, unknowing of your ulterior motives, blissfully unaware about the obsession that gets you high, and absolutely clueless about the fact that ten of your men — the ones that greeted him so jovially as they gave him a ride to your grand home — had their eyes on his every move on the days he would be off back home, acting as your eyes, all perfectly ready to execute someone should they harm a hair on his head.

Thoughts of you became even more intrusive the more he met with you, Kaveh found you addicting, and he even felt ashamed of the fact that he did so. You’re his client! He shouldn’t be so emotionally involved in the first place. He was there to do his job that you commissioned him for.

But a moment of clarity soon encompassed him when he realized that he has previous engagements to this. That he shouldn’t be staying the night at your home once more to work on renovating your bedroom.

“Ah… I just remembered…” Kaveh’s frown was unmistakable, and suddenly the feeling of eagerness of him meeting up with his friends at the usual tavern was replaced with blatant hesitance at the thought of leaving you. But he quickly shook it off, turning back to you, “Hey… I hope you don’t mind if I can postpone our work for now…”

Where did you get that wine?

Your gaze lifted from the swirling burgundy in your glass, “Oh? How come? Need some inspiration?”

“I just remembered I promised to meet with my friends tonight. It’s only once a month.”

Your lips almost turned down into a disdainful scowl but opted for a small, reserved disappointed frown, “Ah. I see. How disappointing that is,” you murmured, but it was enough for Kaveh to hear. Deceitfully disheartened, like practiced and the way Kaveh’s eyebrows furrowed in concern was enough of a reaction.

“It wouldn’t be for too long though! I’ll be back tomorrow!” The hesitation crept up on him and it showed in the tone of his voice. Desperation soon followed when his body turned to face yours, a sign of vulnerability and submission in this situation. “It’s not… it’s not as if I’m leaving or anything.”

You heaved a sigh, “But that would be too much on you, making you come all the way back and even after spending some time with your friends too.” You can only thank the lucky stars that you were a son of a theatre actor from Fontaine, it sure came in handy.

“No, I can definitely make it! You’re my best client, I can’t afford to—”

Kaveh’s frantic saving was quickly interrupted when you decided to go in for the kill, “Like I said, I don’t wish to run you ragged… and my family will come and visit soon.” You snapped your fingers, looking at Kaveh with feigned curiosity, “Ah, yes. Might you know any other capable architects? Surely I can’t expect the same work like yours, but someone who would not disappoint would be enough.”

His red eyes immediately went wide, completely baffled at your suggestion. You were willing to replace him? Just like that?

“I…” Kaveh looked down, suddenly meek. “I don’t know anyone who can do that much,” he muttered despite knowing otherwise. He was kind to his fellow architects, but surely he can afford to be selfish about you just this once?

He failed to see the way your eyes shone with satisfaction, contrasting you disheartened tone, “Hm… pity that is…”

Well. Missing one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

Kaveh looked back up at you, “I… I suppose I can afford to just show up next time. We do these hangouts all the time anyway,” his words completely contrasted his claim of scarce meets earlier, but it was more than enough for you to know how quickly he gave in. “Ah, whatever. I’m sure those guys can handle themselves.”

“Are you certain?” You asked, tilting his head up with a hand on his chin, almost getting lost into those ruby reds of his. “I’d hate for you to miss such an important engagement.”

And before he knew it, he willingly embraced the shadows, engulfing every part of him, leaving none untouched. It swallowed him whole, like a limitless void, with no one left to even save him, forgetting anyone else but you and only you.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t mind staying with you.”

You tapped the rim of your glass on his lip, pouring that familiar wine in the small gap of his lips that you’ve graced him on the many nights he would stay to work on your home renovations. You watched with pure delight as Kaveh’s eyes grew hazy and unfocused — left with nothing but with the manipulated admiration for you.

“Good. Let’s enjoy the night, shall we?”

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Kaeya

The infamous Cavalry Captain has no one to blame but himself, really. Even as your superior, he knew no bounds when it comes to reserving himself. He always flaunted himself at you, like a fashionable bird that that preened its wings on the daily just to show off. He was flashy, mouthy, and unbearably attractive.

Being placed under him was hell for all the different reasons. You were constantly in his presence — and you had to shoulder the patience of the kindest archon in existence to resist anything remotely impulsive. You had to be near him in proximity, always around him, accompanying him from the most mundane errands to the most hectic missions.

And while Captain Kaeya was he shining beacon between you and him, you were the dark shadow that walked behind him. It wasn’t your fault, he asked you so himself.

“This guy’s going to shadow me, hope you have no objections to that, Acting Grandmaster,” was what you heard on that one fateful day, before finding your pristine uniform getting remotely crinkled as he dragged you away without breaking a sweat.

Since that day, no person in Monstadt can claim that they’ve seen Kaeya without you, or you without him. It was almost like fate, except it was a fate that forged a bond from the depths of abyss — a bond that embodied nothing but a push and pull relationship, the distance and proximity, the obsession and submission.

You had to watch him put himself out there, when you can just as easily drag that information from someone if you asked with a blade on their throat; that usually gets people talking. But he dismissed you easily, and let you stew in the cesspool of madness that his actions slowly created.

And you were none the wiser, you cleaned up the messes he made, you made sure to silence the people once they came into their senses that they’ve been bested by yet again the sniveling calvary captain of the order.

All of his commands, you obeyed without complaint.

And oddly enough, it brought you a sense of comfort. That he trusts you this much, that he’s willing to let you go rampant in exchange for his safety — one that you never failed on doing. All of it, to keep him safe.

Until recently, you found it inconvenient to let him off without a leash. Seeing him come home from an excursion with scratches that decorated his poor body — adding further into those battle scars that you’ve once had the displeasure of seeing when he asked you to aid him into wrapping himself with a handful of bandages — and it wasn’t the greatest sight. You fussed over him like a mother hen, never once letting him out of your sight.

You were rewarded with a grateful side-hug from the captain, and it was enough to fuel your mission in protecting him.

“Ah! Captain! Should I accompany you today?” You asked as you approached him with a blinding grin — in fact so blinding, he had to squint his one good eye. For a shadow, you sure are bright. Perhaps Kaeya was mistaken when he said you were going to be his behind-the-scenes guy.

Kaeya found you adorable, in all honesty. You had an exuberant energy within you that went unparalleled, and on days that he personally needed someone to pick him up when everything weighed down on him, it seemed like you almost had a sixth sense for it and was almost always by his side. Not that he minded — he was grateful above all else. And on days when the drunkard bard or Rosaria weren’t around to keep him company, he trusts that you have some reserved liquor in your home so he can drink away his problems and still be fine in his sleep.

If only he knew how hard you stared at him, obsessively looking him over while you slowly drowned in your fantasies — one of which him finally being chained to you, devoted and stuck waiting at home while you defend his honor without him having to harm himself in the process.

“There you are, missed me already?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

You did. You couldn’t sleep a wink, knowing that you weren’t around to protect him.

You scratched your head and laughed, “Aw, don’t be so mean captain. I only care about your wellbeing!”

“Hm~? How sweet… sure wouldn’t hurt to have you around every now and then.”

You have been. You prowled around his remote home, kicking stones and staring longingly in the window, ready to pounce at anyone who seemed vaguely threatening.

Kaeya thought how endearing you might be if you were to be his, but with the mission he carries on his back, he wonders if it’s even worth it having you, only to betray you in the end. He wonders if you can betray your own homeland for him.

You would, without question. You will lay a hundred corpses of the Order’s knights at his feet should he ask.

“Don’t tease me so much, captain,” your pout was enough to lift his spirits from that asinine thought. “Now, where are you going? I’ll go prepare my things.”

“Just heading up to Dragonspine to meet with the chief investigator. It shouldn’t be too hard, so you can just stay here and enjoy a bit of downtime, yeah? Go bother my brother if you want, you have my full permission.”

You frowned and Kaeya suddenly felt a chill crawl through his spine. You never did expressed such a disappointment even on the most difficult situations, and it suddenly feels like he made a mistake in refusing you. Perhaps it was because you towered over him so easily, perhaps it was because you could catch him without even trying that Kaeya suddenly felt so small in comparison to you.

The tension lasted for a good minute, silence engulfed the both of you and Kaeya has never felt so uncomfortable in his own skin. Should he have taken his answer back? But really, there was no need for you to escort him in the first place.

You then broke the silence with a quiet, dispirited sigh.

“Okay, but please keep safe, alright?” You patted the captain’s cheeks, sending him a small smile before heading off.

Kaeya didn’t like the way the guilt gnawed in his chest.

And while you also didn’t like an act of betrayal, you found it necessary at times — times when lessons had to be taught. The Acting Grandmaster said so herself, that experience is the best teacher.

Kaeya trudged through the coldness of Dragonspine, completely hating the fact that he had no company now. Maybe he should’ve just agreed to your proposition, and you looked so sad too! Like a kicked puppy that was told to sleep outside in the cold night. He couldn’t bear the thought of you looking so sad — you were his partner, of course you should’ve come!

Alas, the feelings of being attached to someone burdened him so, and while he sought your brightest and warmest of smiles, he couldn’t muster the courage to see it fall on the day that he fulfills what he knows would be his inevitable fate in the long run.

However all his rumination came into a halt the moment he heard a roar that thundered quite literally just beside him.

Kaeya had little time to think the moment the beast emerged from the towering trees of the mountains, his head blanking as he watched it lunge towards him with great speed. His hand that went up to the hilt of his sword suddenly froze the very moment he realized he was a little too late.

Closing his eye shut, he braced for the impact until suddenly, the beast roared and he could hear the familiar sickening sound of a blade piercing through the flesh.

Mere seconds were all it took for him to regain his breathing, his ears ringing as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He now wonders if he really should’ve taken you up on your offer on escorting him in the first place, sure would’ve eased the guilt he felt inside and maybe he wouldn’t have to space out in the middle of his trail.

“Captain! Are you okay?!”

His eye flew open, seeing your angelic face that held nothing but pure concern for him. He glanced back at the slain beast and back to you, pupils dilated — you were here. Here. And you protected him.

He stayed still, watching in bated breath as you dropped your bloodied greatsword that stained the thick coat of snow. You smiled a little, brushing away a few strands of hair from his face, “There’s my captain. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?”

“Y…You’re here…?”

You blinked before laughing, bashful and what Kaeya can consider as remotely adorable in any other day, “Ah… yeah. I know you said I can’t come… but I can’t help it! What if you were in trouble and I wasn’t there to protect you? So I came and good thing I did!”

Kaeya’s lips trembled, before lunging in to hug you tight, almost sending you tumbling into the snow. You quickly returned the gesture, wrapping your arms around him tight. You patted his back, rubbing circles to soothe your poor little captain.

“There, there. From now on, let’s stick together, okay?”

The captain nodded into your shoulder, looking up to look at the unmoving beast that laid in the snow.

He does wonder though… since when were wild beasts in this mountain leashed?

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Diluc

To the citizens of Mondstadt, their uncrowned king remains as cold and as untouchable as he can be. He rarely interacted with anyone, and was almost always either cooped up in his manor, or out in other nations to further propagate his empirical business in the wine industry. He was always on the move, and people admired him for that.

And you were willing to bet your entire life that their admiration would grow tenfold when they realized that Diluc was the unsung Darknight Hero that terrorized every monsters that hoped to wreak havoc in the lives of the citizens.

Alas, the situation remains as it were, with him completely aloof to the people, leaving either a terrifying impression, or one that could leave someone seething at his unwelcoming tendencies.

But you would be remiss to blindly agree to that. In fact, you vehemently denied those claims as you remained by his side, like a loyal watchdog for him to command as he so pleases.

He was your savior first before your now superior. Diluc was your beacon of hope on the very day he rescued you from the cold rain, ostracized from your nation that you once loved and now left with a gaping void on your chest. You could still remember the feeling of that cold rain while you trudged within the Dawn Winery’s vicinity, when suddenly the rain stopped pelting harshly on you as a pair of shoes entered your field of vision.

You could still remember his words echo within your ears.

“You’re going to get sick. Come inside and let the rain pass at least.”

The rest was history after that, and now you sat as the elusive and capable butler of the famed prolific young man of the Ragnvindr clan. Though in fairness, you weren’t particularly elusive, and Adelinde can attest to that.

She has never seen someone handle their Master Diluc so delicately. She could sing her praises to you endlessly, with your attentive nature, and you willingness to serve Diluc without even an ounce of hesitation. You’ve certainly earned your keep in their eyes, and even the pyro vision wielder can see your dedication towards him.

There was always something with the way you carried yourself the moment you started working under the Ragnvindr house, you first started off as a mere novice in caring for the house, until you rapidly climbed up the ranks as Diluc’s personal attendant, aiding him in his home as well as his monthly international trips to ensure his safety.

Really, it wasn’t much to be praised for. You were only doing your job, and it’s a job that you found yourself intensely passionate for. To be with Diluc was an honor, to serve the man that saved you from your untimely demise, returning his actions with so much more than what was on offer.

Your service was something that toed between your gratefulness and a borderline obsession.

You gave what you can and Diluc was nothing but completely enamored with you, from your lofty smiles that felt like heaven, to your assisting hands that traced against his shoulders on mornings where you helped him get dressed for the day. All of it was slowly drawing him in. You were perfect, too perfect in fact, and it haunted poor Diluc that knew nothing but pain and betrayal.

“Master Diluc, I believe there is merit to getting some sleep after working so hard,” your smile was light and airy, and it was already a breath of fresh air from the contrasting suffocating environment that was filled to the brim with mindless drunks.

Diluc made a quiet noise of agreement (his mouth barely had the strength to move after talking to so many patrons of his), yet his feet begged to differ as it led him up to his office without skipping a beat.

You folded his coat in your arms and trailed after him, “So then why am I seeing you opening the door to what I believe is not your bedroom door?” You inquire with a croon, lovingly watching the way his hand hesitated to find the doorknob. It was a sign that he heeded your little advice and your little heart that was filled to the brim with love for your master couldn’t help but swell with pride and increase in rate, almost spilling over.

“I have… some reports to attend to. If I can finish it tonight, it would be less burden on me tomorrow,” Diluc reasoned, but it was clear that he was slowly caving into your whims, just the way you like it.

He was inexplicably weak towards you for some reason — something not a lot of people could achieve despite working for him or with him for a good while.

“Would it be wise to tend to them while completely exhausted?”

Once again, you’ve put him in a difficult place. You’re a cunning man, unfortunately for him, able to wriggle in some moments of logic into his brain that prioritized his duties over his own wellbeing. And for some reason, concerning as it is, his brain feels intoxicated as it sways to your will, completely subservient and willing to abide despite the fact that you were his servant and he was the commanding authority in your relationship.

Diluc feels it sometimes — the unsettling feeling of being squeezed tight, like a python coiling around his body as it suffocated him with love and care. His movements are restricted and he was unable to break free from that tightening grasp.

It was almost hard to breathe, but at the same time there was sick sense of comfort that was lodged into the back of his mind. He liked it. It was the affection that he was deprived of, leaving him writhing in the loneliness that he was forced to soldier through. And when you came to him on that one night, you gave him what he needed but not asked for.

You made him feel like he’s worth something, and it made him want to vie for a life worth something as well. It was a feeling that he could get high off of, and you were willing donor to whatever it was that he lacked.

And before he knew it, he sat at his tub comfortably, completely bare and vulnerable while you continued to wash his hair with such gentle hands. Never has he known a touch so kind like yours and he was ready to get lost within it.

“Feeling better?” Your voice coos at his ear, sickeningly sweet and yet he submits himself into it with reckless abandon. Your hands moved from his hair, leaving the most addicting touches as you traced your fingertips from the nape of his neck right to his shoulders that were filled with tension.

“Much,” Diluc muttered, head turning up as his half-lidded eyes met yours, still filled with that irresistible fondness that he grew to be addictive of. “Thank you, [Name].”

You smiled, succinct yet saccharine while your hands worked away the kinks and knots away from your master’s incredibly tensed muscles.

For him, you would give your all, even if it meant to face death. You would throw away anything else because a world without your endearing master is a world not worth living for. You will serve him until the world falls to your feet, and if given the chance, you will do what you can to protect him even beyond your useless life that long passed.

He was your savior and now you were a devout believer — one that worships his master with little to no hesitation. You can beat any other nun or the beloved deacon of that measly church with how much love and devotion you were willing to show him. Hell, even if you can’t, if it’s what Diluc wants, you would do well with dying as you try and make the impossible completely possible just for him.

Your love through subservience was quick to snuff out the wings your master once embodied to soar freely. He slowly caved into you, in need and constantly hungry for more, unaware of his growing dependence on your presence.

“It’s no problem, my lord. I will serve and tail you until the ends of this world. And even in my death, I am yours to command and to have.”

Diluc mirrored your smile, albeit much more tired than your sweet one.

He was the willing prey and you were the loving predator.

The unmistakably perfect match.

#i just realized the line up is reversed alphabetical #hm #ok maybe my sanity will be alright #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x yandere reader #yandere male reader #kaveh x male reader #kaeya x male reader #diluc x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid scenarios #jhuzen’s stupid one shots #LMAO idk if yall noticed but i took some inspo from the usual tropes of love interest that u see in otome games #the rich rich classy guy for kaveh #the himbo but not rlly secretly for kaeya #the caring and gentle servant for diluc #hope i pleased u with this anon #and tysm i feel honored to be a favorite of yours <3 #even tho my ass is a slow poster hoowee

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privitivium · 2 months

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,,,yandere dude-bro x dude-bro friend,,, thought,,, noncon - somnophilia

being best buds with this bulky "idiot" guy who you frequent the gym with;; unscheduled and have a pretty damn good time helping each other out... him being positively obsessed with you and often trying to sword fight in the bathrooms and... rubbing them gently, rather than actually sword fighting?? of course, you figured something was up with him, but nothing too out of the ordinary. he's just an affectionate guy is all!! and,,, coming into ur bedroom at night and hovering over you,,, pushing up your shirt and running his meaty hands all over your exposed chest and having a grand time sucking and licking along your nipples - a trail of saliva connecting you as he moves away from your pec,,,. and kissing you on the cheek as a goodnight before leaving you a surprise of wet, aching buds,,,,

waking up the next morning n feeling your nipples all raw... nearly whimpering as you handle yourself, willing yourself to the kitchen to greet your bro with the usual good morning, shirtless - and him, a little concerned as he asks, "what's the matter, bro?" after catching your arms crossed over your chest protectively and having to explain/complain to your bro that your nipples are so sore and you have no idea why... he visibly brightens at your sour mood - "bro, no worries. i got you - i have the perfect idea!!"

ㅡhis tongue swirling around the areola, sucking gently to ease your poor hardened nipple, body strung out on yours that was pressed against his messy, unmade bed, unmindful of his bulge digging into your leg; seemingly not registering it - "b-bro, that's nn-ot helping..." mumbling breathlessly, your voice sending tremors down his spine and making his cock twitch in his sweatsㅡ"it's okay bro, just give it time..." he hushes gently, practically making out with your aching fucking nipple, "do you really think i'd lie to you? i got you, bro..."

#himbo yandere?!!!#x male reader #male reader #x m reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader

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sublimetragedychopshop · 1 year

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Hot take!!! Sweet yandere x dangerous darling!

Yanderes that pretend to be tougher than they actually are, just because they are so obsessed with their darling that they feel the need to protect their “helpless” love. In actuality the darling is more dangerous than the yandere! Poor yandere follows their darling home to “protect” them when if the chance did come darling would just beat that persons ass. No room for swooping in and saving them.

Yanderes that defend your name with everything in their being even if the other person is 10x bigger. Determined to protect their darling in any way! Of course the person won’t do anything because the cold dead look your giving them behind yan sends chills down their spine. You might even flash some type of weapon in their direction- DARING them to lay a hand on your yandere! Their best bet would be just to leave and yan would turn around to you proud face on as they talk about how “no one talks that way about you, darling!” AND YOU JUST MELT! This person thinks they are protecting you when in reality it’s the other way around~

This works especially well with cutesy/innocent yanderes! The type that don’t really kill the people that are a nuisance to their darling but at the same time always put their darling behind them around danger. If their jealous? They’ll just whine and cry about how you must like this person more than them. If someone is flirting with you, they will get in their face and use veiled threats so that person leaves you alone. In reality it’s very cute seeing them get so worked up but you can’t let them know that you wouldn’t THINK about being with someone else. Not when their SO devoted to keep you with them. (Tho your more there of your free will since your stronger than yan)

Strong darlings that act like a helpless thing to chalk up yans pride at how they can “protect” their darling but eventually have to step in when something way over yans head happens. Your yandere walks you home in a bad area and is about to get mugged, your yandere can take care of this person and fights them for your safety! Until the mugger busts out a knife and suddenly you have to kick this person away from your dumb partner. Just loving a dumbass things ❤️

#yandere #yandere shitpost #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere ramblings #yandere scenarios #yandere x willing reader #yande.re #dumbass yanderes #Himbo and bimbo yans have my SOUL

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4e7her · 7 months

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october writing prompt #14 - "i don’t scare you, do i?”

character: sebek zigvolt, twst

contains: yandere themes, stalking, gn reader

“What? I don’t scare you, do I?”

Sebek sounds genuinely confused, like he has no clue why you might be afraid of him. Like you hadn’t just caught him outside your home, peering through your window with a nonchalance that made you wonder how often he had done this. How many times he had seen you existing vulnerably in the safety of your own home.

“I know you’re surely a bit surprised, but there’s no need to be afraid. I’ve been watching over you to ensure you wouldn’t get hurt! You’re just a fragile human, after all.”

There’s a lovesick smile on his face, and you shudder at the casual confession. You know that he had a thing with humans but you didn’t think it would manifest as something like stalking. Or was this from something else…? It didn’t seem like his little complex was the only thing talking here, not with that stupid look on his face.

He’s still waiting anxiously for your reply, and when you choose to continue to look over him with some form of fear and disgust, he wilts.

“I guess it was a bit unnerving for you to find out like this, hm? That’s okay! You can go back inside if you want. I’ll be right here protecting you, no need to worry.”

“…I’d rather you leave.”

“Oh.” His face falls flat, and you could swear that there was a shift in the air - everything around you went silent as Sebek stared at you with dark eyes, that loving expression wiped away in an instant. It takes him a long moment to think for what to say in response. “You’re just… surprised. Of course you’d want some time to… process.”

It sounds like he’s more talking to himself than to you, gaze drifting beyond you and into the house.

“Yes, yes, that makes sense.” He exhales heavily, and looks back to you with a soft smile that doesn’t fit the situation at all. God, is he delusional? “Unfortunately, I just can’t do that, darling. Humans are so breakable, you know? I can’t just leave you here. You’re much too precious for that.”

Your blood runs cold at the absolute sincerity in his tone.

It definitely was more than just his little complex over humans. This made it sounds like… he liked you. For some reason. You hardly remember interacting with him in any capacity, so you haven’t the faintest idea as to why.

“We’re meant to be, after all. I can’t let anything harm you.”

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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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I need more jock x reader with reader having a big attitude and shows big disinterest in Brandon🥰

Jock x Gn Reader pt. 3

there was also an anon who requested reader topping Brandon so ill add it in as well :3

🏈 You've been tutoring Brandon for a few weeks now. Even after he passed that english test, he insisted you'd tutor him even in other subjects.

🏈 Of course you didn't care because you never wanted to tutor him in the first place.

🏈 No matter how clear your explanations are, he never got it until an hour of guiding him step by step, it was terribly draining to you and the alone time you were supposed to spend instead of teaching a dumb jock like him what 2+2 was.

🏈 Despite you thinking he's all muscle and no brains, Brandon's pretty smart, he gotta keep his grades up for football somehow, but the more time he spent playing dumb, the more time he spent with you, zoning out of your cute face that gets upset when you notice him staring at you googly-eyed, snapping your fingers at him to wake him up.

🏈 He won't say it out loud, but he relished the thought of your annoyed face, it awoken a part of him that he didn't even know existed.

🏈 Brandon would spot you amongst the crowd during break periods and if he tried to tease you or mess with you, you'd give him a sharp glare, sometimes grabbing his wrist or arm to stop him from wrapping an arm around you or playing with your hair.

🏈 It aroused encouraged him honestly.

🏈 His friends would notice him talking and hanging out with you more often and would ask him about you, Brandon confessing his slight big crush on you.

🏈 They'd coach him, telling him sweet poems to write, pickup lines, gifts, gestures to make you notice him, even his friends' girlfriends would tell him things they felt would work with you.

🏈 He had a few tricks he used on girls to get with them, but they never worked with you, so he might as well try.

🏈 He'd try to impress you, lifting weights, working out, all to get your attention. A compliment, a glance, even a scoff over how much he's trying, please notice him!!!

🏈 You rarely did, but whenever you do, you'd go out of your way to push him off his high horse, lunches bought for you were repaid with you teasingly treating him to food, even feeding him which flustered him to no end.

🏈 Cheesy flirts were deflected towards him whenever you gave him little touches and the like. You made him feel so small, so inferior...he loved it.

🏈 You'd walk in the room, and he'd be in a strange pose looking at you come in, his head resting in his hand as he spread himself on your couch.

🏈 "Is it just me or did it just get hotter in here?"

🏈 But you paid no mind, in fact, you leaned over him, your hands supporting you on both sides of him evidently trapping him as his face goes red by you glaring at him. "Uh-uhm...wow, now it's actually getting hot in here..whew!"

🏈 You hated it, but his little moves started growing in you, eventually earning smiles and giggles from you as you hid your face from him, but you always scoffed and shoved him away afterwards.

🏈 But that changed when you heard from one of your friends that he turned down a girl who wanted to sleep with him. He'd never do that! Unless he already has someone in mind...oh no..

🏈 You tried your best to avoid him that day but of course he found you, he was about to spew out another pickup line when you grabbed him by his letterman jacket's collar and slammed him into the lockers, pinning him.

🏈 You asked if all along his flirting and gifts were all a ploy to get you to fuck him through seething teeth.

🏈 His sweat dropped as you pinned him, his face getting redder by the second.

🏈 He gets shy all of a sudden, looking down like a sad puppy, pulling at your heart. You sigh as you let go of him, walking away from him.

🏈 "One chance, my house." You say as you leave him there with his hand on the parts of his neck that got red from you grabbing his collar.

🏈 When he saw you leave, he pumped his fists in the air and ran to tell his friends you asked him out.

🏈 He drove to your house in the best clothes he had without making him seem desperate. He knocked on the door and you let him in. He's been to your house many times but never because of another reason than tutoring, this seemed more intimate to him somehow.

🏈 You sat him down and you two talked, if he really liked you, if he really wanted to be with you, if he really liked you not just for a one-night stand.

🏈 "Y-you really thought that?...Sorry it's just- I'm not good at this...actual relationships I mean..I know it sounds bad but-...yeah it is..but I really like you (Y/N)! You're smart and funny and awesome! and really cute..."

🏈 You never saw him so genuine, something in the way he sat so curtly, avoiding eye-contact with you, you knew he wasn't lying.

🏈 Your glare softened and a smile starts appearing on your face. You scoot nearer to him to ruffle his hair before pulling his head towards you for a kiss.

🏈 He melted into the kiss, putting a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

🏈 You suddenly grab a chuck of his hair, pulling his head back. "If I find out this is all a joke, your ass is grass you hear me?"

🏈 b o n e r