#femboy x reader

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AU’s With Alastair~

Animal hybrid AU

Part 1

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: F! reader/reader has a vagina, NSFW, reader and allie are owned by a human, treated like animals, heat, non human genitalia(he has a barbed cock), lactation kink, loss of consciousness, breeding kink, creampie, biting,

!!MINORS DNI!!

You were born to a cute cow lady, and Alastair to a gorgeous feline. It all seemed completely meant to be, as you came to be at the same time.

At least he saw it that way.

You and him grew up always by each others sides’ on a farm in the countryside, far away from anything else.

His mom abandoned him with his little sister and brother, which you don’t think is uncommon for cat folk.

But you bet it would be hard for anyone, let alone a small child that now has to care for two other children with only himself.

You are both older now.

Once your respective cycles started, you had to start taking short breaks from each other.

And now you’re old enough to “work” on the farm like the other hucow ladies…

“Alright girl, you’ll have to settle with a bull eventually,” The farmer spoke a little agitatedly or maybe just tiredly, either way your heart wracked intensely with guilt.

Today had felt so painfully long.

The farmer brought bull hybrids in from all across the country to court you…

Your big eyes stay downcast, wetness clumping your pretty lashes. “I know… ‘m sorry sir, I jus’… Don’t love any of them proper.”

The farmer lets out a long sigh, “Get some rest, Y/N”

Neither you nor the farmer were aware of Alastair watching from the second story window of the bright red barn.

“That stupid farmer.” His ear flicks irritatedly as he thinks. “only caring about production, and not for Y/N at all…” His fists ball while burning holes into the side of the farmer’s head with his stare. “Why’s it gotta be a bull anyway?” He wonders.

Has a hybrid of another species been able to impregnate another hybrid before?

He’s absolutely sure it’s possible.

If not, he’ll make it possible.

Besides, nobody loves you more than he does.

A breeze passes through your hair, and flows all the way up to Allie. Ears now perked up and swiveled all the way toward you, he can smell your heat coming.

That’s probably why the farmer is in such a rush to get you mated.

Alastair has always stayed away from you while you both were on your cycles, for fear of ruining what you have together.

This time he can’t.

Tomorrow he’ll stay with you.

Another evening comes and Alastair finds you whining and writhing in your stable, you’re clearly burning up and desperate.

Face shining with sweat, with barely any clothes on, and the fabric that does try and cover you, is instead stuck to your skin, showing him your peaked nipples and your puffy, glistening lips through it.

He stops in his tracks, mouth agape, his tiny fangs peaking out from behind his lips.

He doesn’t really know what he was expecting.

But god, it wasn’t this…

He thought he was ready.

His shorts are feeling uncomfortably tighter.

You notice him as he swallows.

“Allie! uhm….” You start to cover up with a jean jacket, and he rushes over to you.

“Y/N, it’s… *ahem*… It’s okay! I’m actually here to help!”

“Allie…” Tears stain your cheeks. You get on your knees and present to him, “Then… Please, help me.”

A harsh swallow bobs his addams apple, making his choker shift.

He’s ready.

He takes his claws to your shorts and rips right through them, the freedom, and chill of the air sends shivers through your body.

He untied the silk ribbon he uses as a belt, and undid his shorts.

Next his crochet sweater was discarded to the hay covered ground.

“Wait, Y/N… I-wanttofaceyou…”

You oblige, thinking he’s adorable, and roll over, legs spread, inviting him in.

You’re breathing heavily.

He lifts your top exposing your chest.

Then he leans down to literally kitten lick your nipple, and gently flicks the other one, taking turns for both without leaving the other.

The effect is maddening.

You’re whimpering and throwing your head this way and that. Little “pleases” and “oh my goodnesses” falling from your part lips.

He smiles at this, getting the exact reactions he’s always imagined from you. His perfect beloved.

Dick now taken in his hand, he slaps your puffy cunt, before rubbing it down.

Something kind of stings as he drags down, but it’s so hot and hard it feels like everything you need right now.

“Please, Alastair… I want you inside me… I… really do love you.” You say desperation, and truth seeping from your words.

He almost breaks hearing those four words at the end, but he sets that aside for after, when he can just cuddle you. And tell you how much he’s always loved you.

His tip slides into your desperately wet hole, opening you further.

“Ahhh” You shudder as you begin to feel that which your body craves.

He slowly bottoms out, and stays there, feeling you pulse around him. His head becoming light.

He has to move.

He pulls out quick to snap him back in control of himself.

“AHHH!” You barely make out the scream as your own voice as you black out in an instant. Sharp pain and harsh, hot pleasure zapping through your insides at the same time as if a lightning bolt came down and smited you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh no, oh fuck, oh god” Alastair babbles as he accidentally slides back into you, to meet his face to yours.

He cradles you, his body smaller than yours, but he’s always been way stronger than he appears.

“Y/N…”

You come to only seconds later, your body burning hotter than before, you gasp, and pant.

“Allie? what… happened…”

“I didn’t think….” he’s crying into your neck. “I-I… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t of-”

“It felt so good…”

“What?” His cheeks reddened. “I mean, are you sure?”

Ending his thought you brought his face down to yours for a kiss. He rocked deeper into you In response.

You felt that familiar drag, as he rocked back slightly, before jamming himself in all the way.

“You like that? You want me to plow into you?” His demeanor completely changed in a split second. “Say Squishmallow if you want me to stop.” He leans in to whisper, and then kisses your neck.

You nod enthusiastically.

His hand finds your tit, when he looks down suddenly. “Wait, Y/N! Look! You really don’t need a bull!” he holds his now wet hand up.

You shift to look down and sure enough you’re lactating!

He hurries to shove one in his mouth and begins to suck, and lick as he paws at the fatty part. This is your first time being milked, and it’s your best friend!

It feels heavenly.

his tongue doing laps around you.

You cry out, “Alastair!” followed by a series of “Oh”’s

He starts pushing as deep as he can go into you.

He pulls out slow this time, as he does the pleasure mixes with pain and you feel yourself producing more and more milk, it’s building up so fast in the one he’s neglecting.

“Please! hah! swap!” You moan exasperated.

He releases with a hearty *pop!* And quickly switches to your other breast, not leaving the other one defenseless this time, he squeezes and rubs circles around your nipple.

“Your milk tastes so good, Y/N, this farm is so lucky!” his eyes are clouded over now with lust.

He’s all the way out of you again, and he slams back in with all of his might causing you to bounce.

“Ahh!” You’re almost shaking it feels so good! “M-More!” you moan.

He obliges and pulls out not as slow, but still slow enough you don’t pass out again. Then he sets the pace for the session.

Slamming into you over and over again, your legs and hips folding more and more each time so he can get impossibly deeper.

He’s purring now, vibrating your sensitive buds as he alternates and sucks on each one, never leaving either unattended.

His skin is slamming against yours, and you swear at this point you feel him hitting your cervix.

You need his cum so badly, your body burns with this sole desire as you’re becoming so overstimulated.

You’re sure you’re babbling nonsense at this point but he continues to pound you as if he has no other purpose but to breed you right here, right now.

“Are you close?”

“Yesh,” you let out a breathy slur, mind hazy and floating with the stars above.

He pounds impossibly harder, rocking your bodies into the wooden wall of the stable.

You hold on for dear life as you come undone around his cock.

Seconds later with one final thrust and he’s shooting thick, hot ropes into you. You feel so full and your temperature starts to decrease back to normal instantly.

You squeeze him, as he lets go of your chest with another satisfied *pop*

“I love you, Allie…”

“I love you too, Y/N, so freaking much.”

He stays inside you as he readjusts to cuddle on top of you, limbs tangled, and both of you breathing heavily.

A little too soon later and the farmer is walking in, he doesn’t give you even a chance to hide Alastair, before spying you both.

“What is this?!”

“Sorry sir!” You sit up, tipping Allie off of you

“Woah!” He exclaims, as he slips, sliding out of you, his cum leaking onto the floor.

“AH!” You squeal from his exit, as milk sprays from your still engorged tits.

The farmer’s eyes widen, “Well… I can’t really complain with this outcome.” He takes his hat off to scratch his balding head. “Well Alastair, looks like you officially work for me now, specifically with Y/N.” he turns to leave mumbling, “if it works, it works i guess… How come i ain’t never thought of cat folk?”

You both giggle, before your temp starts to rise again.

“Allie! Help?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he folds you over yourself again, and slips in easier this time.

“Oh, you’re perfectly prepped from last round… Remember the safe word?”

“mmhmm!”

This time he bends over to your neck and bites you as he pulls out. It hurts in both places, but it feels so good, like an electric shock going straight through your body to your core.

He’s back to purring loudly as he starts to slam back into your abused and throbbing pussy.

You both come quicker this time, your moans and his mewls becoming one mini orchestra to your fuzzy ears.

His tail swishing with his motions, and yours sticking straight out, as tensed as your curled toes.

You feel his hot cum filling you up for the second time, you can tell it’s even more this time, and your own orgasm milks him for everything he’s worth.

This time after, you both drift off into a comfortable sleep, while holding eachother close as possible.

When you wake again, you’ll still have eachother, and you’ll be together for whatever comes next…

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #my fic #yandere x reader #yandere x you #femboy x reader #femboy oc #femboy vampire #reader x femboy #femboy #femboy cat hybrid #cat boy #hucow reader #oc alastair

[hana-no-seiiki]

inspired from @luxethehumanva ‘s dream about me lmfao

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s an absolute menace to society. He’s spoiled. Absolutely apathetic to the people beneath him. If anything he revels in the horror he paints on others’s faces.

In short, he’s a brat.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s only ever ‘nice’ to you and you alone.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who forces you to sit on his father’s throne with him on your lap, your face buried on his neck, a hand kneading his thighs as he sentences an entire family to death for gossiping about you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere femboy #femboy yandere #yanderecore #male yandere #yandere male x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere prince #yandere writing #yandere headcannons #yandere hcs #yandere prompts #yandere ideas #yandere fiction

[heartfullofleeches]

Reader: Please... Just put a bullet between my eyes now.

Kidnapper: Relax. If your family loves you, they'll pay the ransom

Reader: I'm not worried about you. My wife is a retired assassin and if I'm late to dinner one more time I'll lose my outside privileges for a year.

Kidnapper: You really expect me to believe that? I'm sure your wife's crying her eyes out to police right now.

Reader: Who said I was married to a woman?

[Knock- Knock- Knock]

Femboy Housewife Yan: Helloooo in there~ Has anyone in there seen my darling dearest spouse around? It's casserole night and they promised they wouldn't be late this evening. If it's your fault they're not at the dinner table right now [giggles] Well.... It's probably best if you open the door now than later...

Reader, squirming in their chains: Hide me!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere scenarios #femboy yan #yandere text #tw yandere #Aspen my oc

[loveundrwrld]

femboy yan x reader

(cw: manipulation, stalking, lovebombing, general yandere shenanigans)

mischa is on the shorter side and has a cutesy, soft, pastel aesthetic. everyone at his college underestimates him severely because of it.

he successfully pretends to be a scaredy-cat, crybaby, sweet guy who only likes pretty things and hates gross things, leaning into his cuteness. it's so funny to see people do whatever he asks for just for him, just to make sure he's not upset. it makes him feel like a pampered princess.

this also works to reel you in. you see him whining about something and, deciding to be nice, you ask this stranger "what's wrong?"

you take the spider out of his dorm room and place it outside for him, grimacing all the while. (he isn't actually bothered by bugs- but he thinks it's hilarious that you would do this for him, even though you clearly are bothered. he loves that.)

you continue to baby him and do things for him, thinking all the while that you're just doing favors for a friend. you like to feel helpful, so at first, you're more than happy to do what he asks. little do you know, this starts to make his little crush on you snowball into a deep obsession.

he realizes just how deep he is after seeing you be nice and helping someone else . . . he'd never really paid any attention to that kind of thing before, but now? he can't stand the sight of you treating other people like him. why are you letting yourself get walked all over by trash like that? if it was him . . . well, he'd also do that to you, but he'd deserve it!

after a while, he stops asking other people for requests and favors completely. after knowing what it's like to be coddled by you? he's not taking any replacements.

he's always very touchy- he holds your hand, cuddles, you, hugs you, etc. all the time. he especially loves to lay his head in your lap. and when he starts to really get obsessed with you, this becomes a constant thing. he'll take any excuse to cling right to you.

he starts to use his innocent façade to his advantage, believing it helps him be fairly blatant with his problematic behavior without you getting too mad. he broke into your dorm room to sleep in your bed? that's just because he has nightmares :,( you can't be upset with him!

if you start saying no to him, making excuses for why you can't hang out with him, or push his arms away from a hug . . . he'll start crying, loudly, until you regret your decisions. he'll make himself out to be a victim- why are you being so distant, aren't you supposed to be his friend? if you try ghosting him, he'll blow up your phone with calls and messages.

the second you apologize to him or let him have his way, he's all over you. giving you sweet gifts, spoiling you, cuddling you, and telling you how much you mean to him.

mischa sends you "cute" little love notes in your mailbox to mess with you. he just loves seeing you confused and a little frightened- and he hopes you'll come to him for comfort. if you ask him to stop, he'll just act confused. he never sent any notes to you. do you want to sleep in his room for a few days, since you seem to have a stalker? he won't mind :) he'll let you cuddle with his plushies if it makes you feel any better!

after a while he gets tired of pretending to just be your "good friend." why wait any longer? you've let him come this far (reluctantly.)

now that you two are dating- you're going to spend even more time with him, of course. you don't want to upset your boyfriend, after all, do you?

#gn reader #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere femboy #mischa roth

[zhonglisbeloved]

Pretty Femboy Venti <3

tbh venti awakens my need to have a real cock so i can breed him :3 thank you to @komelrebi-san who made a subby!boys post that inspired this fic, check it out, it's amazing <3 the fic itself may not be good but it's all a sleep deprived author can give y'all :")

femboy!sub!venti x gn!dom!reader (cock can be interpreted as strap on or an actual cock <3)

Warnings: NSFW (obv), degrading, anal sex, recording sexual acts, overstim

pretty little venti who dresses up in a maid outfit with an absolutely scandalous lingerie underneath. he's so horny he doesn't know how long he can last but with you being busy with work, he has to try. Otherwise, you'd punish him and you're rarely kind when you do that. but when hours have passed and the horny boy has to go through two more hours of waiting before you even reach the door, he can't help it. he's too desperate. he pulls out his phone and sets it in front of the floor length mirror in the bedroom and presses record, he teasingly takes off the maid outfit, his cocklet is so hard and dripping with precum that his lingerie is soaked! poor darling. he pumps his cock to the thought of you, his hand moving faster and faster on his tiny hard cock, whines and moans leaving his mouth, praises of you and your name spilling out as if it was an automatic response, the way he throws his head back and shows off his slutty little self is sure to have you all hot and bothered. after he's had his first orgasm, which wasn't as good because you're not here :( he pulls out a vibrating dildo, it's huge but nothing compared to your cock. he fucks himself hard and begs for you to breed him, to breed his hole, to fuck him stupid and senseless. "mhm~ 'm your brainless slut ♡♡~"

he grabs one of your own lacy lingerie and rubs it all over his tip, he fucks into it and moans and gasps, his other hand is busy trying to stretch out his slutty hole using the dildo, to get anything that is even close to the pleasure you give him. he moans as he comes once more, the boy is so lost in his pleasure that hasn't even noticed you stepping in the room. here you were planning to reward your good boy for waiting but oh? it seems he has broken rules. how could you let the brat off without a punishment? so you make him throw away the dildo and put him on all fours before effectively making him arch his back prettily while your cock pumped into his tight hole. "god, you slut, couldn't even wait for me to come home?" you're so evil, not even letting him breathe!

"how do you survive when I'm on business trips? or have you broken the rules before and not told me? hm? what? can't talk you little bitch?" you scoff as you watch venti cum for the nth time, his cocklet dripping with cum and his moans growing more and more whiney "mh- no- can't too much ♡♡♡♡~ please!~" he whimpers while pushing his hips back against you. "too much? why are you pushing back against me then? what a whore" you clicked your tongue and spanked his pretty ass a few times, the skin reddening. your pace got faster before you released your cum deep inside him, breeding him thoroughly. he milks your cock for all its worth, while his own cocklet twitches, not even being able to cum at this point. you pull out and push a butt plug in his ass to keep your cum from spilling out before you carry him to give him a warm bath and clean up, after all your pretty boy took his punishment well.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #venti smut #venti x reader #venti x you #sub venti #femboy venti #i wanna breed venti #kuni's lovenotes ♡

[on-leatheredwings]

Intro Post: PARIS ♡ the femboy! yandere (pinboard) tw: dark themes, somno mention

Written Content: (coming soon)

Intensity: 4/10. MILD. As a yandere at all, he is of course enamored with you. He gets easily riled about you, but unlikely to injure, heavily drug, or be violent with you. He would get violent with others if needed, but prefers to publicly humiliate his rivals. His obsession mainly presents through excessive quality time, manipulation and mildly assaulting you in your sleep. Age: mid or late 20s. He's a Libra. Gender: Cisgender male. Pronouns are he/him, though he will answer to she/her (and later correct that individual). He enjoys when you call him princess, though. And only you. Sexuality: There's a lot of speculation on the internet, but he seems to prefer women. Occupation: Paris is an American Olympic-level figure skater, and will likely retire after the next Olympic Games. He's not quite an internet personality, but his online popularity gets him a lot of brand deals.

General appearance: Paris is of Russian descent. He is relatively pale, with straight, mousy brown hair that reaches just above the waist. His eyes are brown. His lips are small, heart shaped and usually glossed. He is lean, but due to his sport, he does have a level of muscle tone greater than the average person. Paris is 180 centimeters tall (~5’10) with model-like proportions. His ears are pierced. Fashion sense: See board. Fond of hyper-feminine clothing, Paris’s wardrobe is an eclectic blend of coquette, gyaru, and figure skater fashion. Often wears pink, white, pastel blue or black. His clothes aren’t very revealing – he is quite fond of layering shirts and cardigans. He actually doesn’t wear skirts that often, opting more often for leggings. Paris wears false lashes often, and wears light, feminine makeup. Paris does wear masculine clothing, though only when he isn’t expecting to be photographed or seen in public.  As a male figure skater, on the rink, he is expected to ‘tone it down’ with the makeup and keep his hair tied back. During competitions and photoshoots, he presents more masculine, though still quite androgynous. His skating outfits possess a feminine flair.

Personality: Paris is fun-loving, boisterous, and goes through life like nothing phases him. (A facade, to be sure.) Paris strikes others as easy-going and snarky, but is pretty observant and manipulative. He definitely plays into his 'feminine wiles' schtick to get what he wants. However friendly he appears, Paris doesn't tolerate disrespect, and enjoys fighting fire with fire. He definitely enjoys humiliating people who cross him, and especially when they cross you. Paris is no stranger to off-color and lewd jokes, but would stop if you disapproved. Paris is notably much sweeter when talking to you. Romantically, Paris had a bit of a rotating door until you caught his eye. Within celebrity circles, he's kind of regarded as a player. He wasn't unkind to women... he just moved on fast, often bored. Which is something that does not seem to be happening with you. ♡

Bonus: Paris is really popular online! He's witty and pretty tuned into current social media trends. He's streamed on Twitch multiple times just for fun, and is always bombarded with gifts. None of his fans' love matters as much as you do, though. He appeals to younger, queer people especially.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere fic #femboy yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #mine #pariscore #intro post #theres actually so much more to say but lets keep it short here #his past. his need for found family. dear god #please look at the pinterest board i tried very hard

[komelrebi-san]

bodyswap! with venti

inspired by this post! by @nanaslutt @zhonglisbeloved this is for u my love 🫶🏻 tw: MDNI!!!, venti and you swap bodies lmfao, reader's own body is fem!, sub! venti dom! reader, caught masterbation, dirty talking, degredation, size kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, breeding, rough!, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kiddos!), spanking, lmk if there's more!

who knew that whopperflower honey swaps your body with the person next to you?

well, not you and venti, apparently. though you probably had it coming - whopperflowers had the ability to appear as other plants after all. though, when venti has absolutely zero solution though he's an archon and you were simply way too embarrassed to ask for help from sucrose or albedo, both of you decide to just wait it out.

but venti had other ideas. that much was proven to you when you walk into your shared room, eyes landing on venti, in your body, small fingers desperately drawing circles on your, no, his clit.

your cock hardened at the sight, your own face looking back at you in shock with flushed cheeks when venti realised that you'd caught him in the act.

'needy little slut.' you spit, walking over to him and unbuckling your pants. venti's long cock sprang up as your pants fell. you take it into your hand, hissing when a tingle ran down your spine.

'couldn't even go for a day without touching, mhm? you like touching my cunt, is that it?' venti whined at your words, hand twitching as he tried to hold himself back from touching. for sure, it was awkward to hear his voice and see his face as you talked to him, but fuck- he could feel arousal dripping out of his pussy as you spoke.

'you're dripping wet.' you remarked, walking over. 'and you couldn't even touch yourself right.' you fisted your cock with a hand while you pushed venti's hands away with the other. collecting some of his juices, you pushed 2 fingers straight into him. a loud gasp fell from his lips as your fingers reached in, the calloused finger pads from lyre-playing brushing against his g-spot, making him see stars.

oh, so this is how stimulation against that spot feels, he thought. but his thoughts are cut off abruptly when you started pumping your fingers in his cunt, curling them in a 'come here' motion that drew endless whimpers and whines from his lips.

'nngh- fu- ah!' he moaned, and fuck it was so hot hearing your voice say these words as they rolled off his tongue.

'tsk, loosen up.' you grumbled as you sped up your ministrations in his walls, leaning down to latch your mouth on his clit. venti instinctively tried to clamp his legs shut, but you'd let go of your dick to prevent him from doing so.

'C-cant- wait- fuck i'm- i'm c-cumming!' a cry ripped out of his throat as he came, the knot in his belly snapping open as he gushed all over your fingers. he felt himself clamp down on them, walls fluttering as you continued sucking on his bud. he'd squirted all over your fingers, the juices dribbling down your arm.

god, he looked so fucked out, the feeling of squirting just from your fingers too much for him to take. who knew that fucking with a cunt felt so good, mhm? you grinned at him, the sight of your flushed face looking back at you. his tongue lolled out of his mouth, drool running down the side of his chin.

taking the opportunity, you grabbed his waist and turned him over, tugging his waist up as you forced him onto his hands and knees. you rubbed your cock head on his cunt, groaning as his juices were spread over your sensitive slit.

'i- i need your cock inside me- nngh!' you don't let him finish his sentence as you pushed your cock into him in a rough thrust, bottoming out as you gripped his ass with both of your hands.

'fuck- you're so tight, shit.' you groaned. is this how he felt every time you rode him in your own body? his walls were so warm, clamping down on you and sucking you in as you pulled back out, only to snap your hips all the way in again roughly.

'fuck- make me c-cum- please, please just- nngh!' He slurred, words almost incoherent as his mind went blank due to you thrusting fast and hard into his tight pussy.

'yeah? wanna cum all over this cock? you want me to fill you up?' you swallowed, cursing under your breath as you gripped him tighter, spanking his ass cheeks when he pushes back against you to meet your hips. loud, wet squelching and sounds of skin slapping filled the room, venti's loud cries tore from his throat as tears rolled down his cheeks, hands gripping the bedsheet.

venti looked so pretty underneath you with his ass up, you had to admit. the moans that were forced out of his mouth in your voice, and the way his cunt pulsed and his walls fluttered around you.

‘yes- nngh fuck- yes- please, please i-’ venti whined, babbling words that were all jumbled together.

'fuck- look at you, you needy little whore- you've been wanting to get fucked in my body all this time, is that so? mhm?' venti couldn't even reply to your words, but the way his cunt clenched around you was enough to tell you that it's true.

with a loud cry, he came around you, juices squirting out of his squeezing pussy. you don't last long either, pushing all the way into him with a groan as you painted his insides white with your seed. as you pulled out of him, a dizzy feeling overcame you as your vision went blurry.

blinking, you rubbed your eyes and looked up, realised that you were back to your own body again when your gaze lands on venti, his face flushed as he looked down at you.

'i think we should give whopperflower honey a try again.' you piped up, tugging him down next to you as you cradled him to your chest.

#venti smut #femboy! venti #venti x reader smut #venti x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact venti #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #venti x y/n #hes so pretty #genshin venti

[rednotebooksworld]

Me about vampires: I don’t like vampires, they’re not sexy at all

Also me: Alright, let’s make a femboy vampire 😏

{based on real events}

#monster #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x human #monster fucker #monster smut #vampire #femboy vampire #vampire x human #vampire x reader

[axigailxo]

Pretty Like You | PJM (2)

part two: parties and pilates

series summary. where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it.

pairing. feminine!jimin x reader

rating. M | 18+ |

genre. enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub! jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt

w.c. 4.8k

warnings. heavy descriptions of self hate and self abuse later into the story, please be advised. mention of “unaliving” in this chapter.

ch summary. where oc convinces jimin to go to a frat party in an attempt to break him out of his shell

**this is part 2 of my series pretty like you, not a stand-alone

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“And then despite it all, she asked if I wanted to talk, can you believe it?”

It’s been a couple of days since the incident at the art room, and Jimin can’t stop ranting about it like it’s new news. He still hasn’t texted you, and it’s not like he could since he doesn’t even have your number. He could get it from you in class, but thats a little hard when he’s on a streak of skipping.

After you suggested to help him embark on a self love journey, Jimin has been so damn confused. He doesn’t know whether to jump at the opportunity, rot away in embarrassment that you read his journal, or be slightly offended that you’d suggest help when he thinks he’s just fine. Kind of.

All options are tempting, nonetheless.

Daisy, Jimin’s cat that is currently victim to listening about what happened for the hundredth time, lifts up off her soft body and saunters out of his room. What? She’s fed up.

Jimin, who is suffering from her rude and sudden exit, huffs as he debates whether he should follow up about that whole thing with you. Because despite all his options, he’s leaning more towards just avoiding you at all costs and pretending that situation never even happened.

Except he’ll remember. It’ll haunt him and his thoughts every night until he finally just addresses it.

And so that’s why he should go to class today. Maybe. Jimin squints his eyes as he contemplates and considers, ultimately deciding that coffee is the first step that should be taken. Especially since it’s way too early to have a crisis, that can wait for later. Per usual.

Making his way to his Keurig, he pops a peppermint mocha flavored pod into the top compartment followed by a little water in another compartment until he’s clicking a button to brew it.

“So now you like me,” Jimin scoffs as Daisy rubs against his ankle, excited for Jimin to give her breakfast.

Commanding to the manipulation of the feline, Jimin grabs a can of cat food out of a cupboard, internally scolding himself for being nice and buying her the expensive kind again.

Although, Jimin can’t blame Daisy for being fed up with all his predicaments. He would be too. However spilling to Daisy is much more acceptable than telling it all to his human best friend, Taehyung.

Jimin has already thought about the fact that if he spends time with you, whether it be for a self love journey or not, that’d be breaking some sort of bro code with Tae.

You’re Taehyung’s crush, and Jimin respects that. Plus it’s not like Taehyung has to worry, you’re out of Jimin’s league anyway.

However that hard on be got the other night still baffles him. He’s narrowed it down to being that you’re just attractive and he’s just a gross horny man. But not even that sounds right.

Jimin has thought about inviting Taehyung to every outing you may have together, but he can’t. How in hell would he explain to his best friend that the whole reason he’s seeing you is so that he can learn to accept himself and flaunt that feminine side of him? Let alone explain to him that you read his journal full of how much he envies and adores you at the same time. He can’t. More specifically, he won’t. Taehyung doesn’t need to meet that side of him, Jimin thinks. It’s for the better.

Jimin ponders for a second, and he hates himself for pouring his coffee into a travel cup and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He figures since he’s already keeping a secret from Tae, one more shouldn’t hurt. Plus he can’t avoid you forever. There’s really only one thing to do now.

“Eat up Daisy, I’ll be back after class.”

“Jimin? Hey!”

Standing in line at the campus’s cafe, Jimin washes over in a cold sweat as the loud call of his name attracts the attention of almost everyone near. He came here to get an additional caffeine boost before class and more importantly stall from talking to you, but it’s just his luck that you’d be here too.

“Hi,” he mutters awkwardly, eyes on the ground the second you get closer.

He’s never seen you so up-close before. He wonders if your skin has always looked so smooth.

He wishes his skin were as smooth.

“I was gonna call to ask about your no shows in class but I completely forgot to give you my number the last time we talked.”

Jimin finds this incredibly new and odd. Just a few days ago he hated you without knowing you and now you’re talking to him like a friend. It’s definitely going to take some getting used to.

“Here,” you say as you hand him your phone, a new contact page open and ready for him to fill out. “That way we can talk out of school, plus I found multiple super-helpful self esteem websites that you might li—“

“Y/N,” Jimin halts your enthusiasm. Again, way too early in the morning for this. “Can we not talk about it in such a public place?”

His tone is hushed and embarrassed, trying not to let the several eyes on them to hear that he’s struggling with self esteem. God this is so much more depressing than Jimin initially thought it’d be.

“Of course, yeah no my bad.” You rush your words, retracting your hand down before Jimin grabs the phone from you, typing his number.

“I dont expect you to waste time on me. Just text when you have absolutely nothing else to do. This isn’t important enough to occupy your schedule.”

Immediately, you frown at his words. Sure this is important. And contrary to his request, you already cleared something off of your schedule for him.

“First off, this is important. I won’t have you taking down on yourself anymore.”

Jimin so badly wants to ask why, but he won’t because that’s rude and you don’t deserve anymore rudeness from him. Not after what you read in the art room.

“Secondly, I already cancelled pilates for you. I have something else fun planned for us.”

Jimin can’t help his sudden snicker.

“What?” You ask, slightly offended.

“Nothing, it’s just funny you take pilates. Of course you do.”

You wanted to carry on with being offended, but you felt a pang of accomplishment upon getting him to laugh. Progress, you think.

“Yeah yeah,” you dismiss as you tuck your phone into your back pocket, trailing back out of the cafe. “Laugh all you want but just know that this ass didn’t grow itself!”

You: u, me, frat party tonight at 9.

Sat on the hard seats of the lecture hall, Jimin’s eyes go wide as he reads your reply to his text.

The second you sauntered out of the cafe, you were quick to text Jimin in hopes to break the tension between you two— which technically isn’t tension at all given Jimin is the only one who finds your new friendship odd. Well him and the rest of the students who saw you two talking together.

Jimin had asked what you had planned, and when you replied with frat party, he felt physically ill.

Jimin: absolutely not. sorry.

You: hear me out, it’s not even a big party

You: it’s very discreet and there’s only gonna be a couple people

Jimin locks eyes with you from across the room and mouths “no” with an adamant shake of his head. You roll your eyes before your thumbs get back to texting him.

You: we can pregame before we go so u can loosen up

You: if you’re with me, there’s nothing to worry about

Jimin wants to be offended. He most definitely does not need you at his rescue. The intent however was a little sweet. God Jimin is reminded exactly why he despised you— you’re perfect.

Jimin: i’ll think about it. that’s not a yes.

He pretends he doesn’t notice the little happy dance you do in your seat, nor the squeal of excitement you let out even though he didn’t give a definite answer.

Jimin starts to smile, but when he looks to his left he sees someone else who’s smiling at you and it vanishes. Taehyung. Completely gawking at you, Jimin fights that weird feeling that suddenly engulfs him. Maybe it’s the fact he’s hiding his new friendship with you from Tae.

Either that or somewhere in his subconscious, he doesn’t like how Tae is smiling at you.

“God dude, isn’t she so cute.” Tae whispers, completely oblivious to why you’re dancing in you’re seat.

Jimin trails his gaze to his lap as a bitter mood takes hold of him.

“Yeah… definitely.”

Jimin is in a rut.

Even though he’s still not certain about going to that party, finding a potential outfit never hurt anyone. Moments after he got home he was already sucked into his closet by the magnetic pull of all the great clothes he has— even though he knows himself well enough to understand he will end up changing into his “boy clothes” no matter what he ends up choosing.

He slips on a black, oversized distressed sweater. The seams are ripped in just the right places, leaving a fraction of his chest, his belly, and a dash of his waist to be visible beneath the shredded fabric. The back showcases a fair amount of skin as well.

This one, Jimin thinks to himself, isn’t so feminine. It’s doable. Maybe.

He wants to pair it with a skirt but that would only be a waste of time because if he can’t even leave his apartment in a skirt to check the mailbox, he sure as hell will not be wearing it to a frat party of all places.

He grabs a pair of black chinos that he thrifted not so long ago, letting it rest low on his waist. He pulls the look together with black combat boots and a dainty necklace that he tucks beneath the sweater. It makes him feel pretty despite the fact he’s the only one aware it’s on him.

He steps back to absorb the outfit in the mirror, and he feels good. It’s a combination of both masculine and feminine and it’s definitely testing the waters but Jimin knows his night won’t be enjoyable in the least if he wears a baggy hoodie or tee. He likes what he has on, even if the frat boys will give him shit for it. Which they definitely will.

He hears Daisy meow across the room, and upon directed his gaze to her his eyes settle on the makeup bag tucked into the far back corner of his desk.

He’s tempted, he is. But he can’t. He’s not ready yet.

Just as he begins to walk towards his desk, only enticing himself further, a knock on his door is heard and he takes that as a sign from god herself that he should skip the makeup.

With a sigh, he heads to the door.

“Knock… Knock… Knock!”

“Just a minute! For fuck’s sake.”

Irritated at the swat team-like announcement, Jimin swings the door open to reveal none other than Jessica Rabbit?

“You didn’t tell me it was a costume party!” Jimin complains as he steps aside, gesturing you to come in.

Both hands holding a bottle of E&J, you let yourself in and place the bottle on his countertop.

“Oh yeah, it’s a costume party.”

“It’s not even halloween,” Jimin states the obvious as he instinctively heads for two glasses out of his cupboard.

“It’s to make up for last year. There was a big game the day of halloween so none of the guys were in a party mentality.”

Party Mentality?

Jimin can’t believe he’s hearing about frat news from you, who is in his apartment dressed like Jessica Rabbit and is downing a shot straight from the bottle. What has his life come to.

You notice him staring so you apologize as you offer him the bottle to pour.

“Figured we’d pregame like I said. Also we gotta figure out a costume for you. Ooh what about a slutty artist or something.”

Jimin swears you make him lose brain cells. Sliding a now-filled glass toward you, he takes a large gulp of his own.

“Slutty artist?” He thinks out loud. “I’m fine with what I have on.”

Jimin counts down the seconds until you praise his bold sweater choice, but he can feel the alcohol rise back up when you say the opposite.

“In all honestly I thought that was a sleep shirt. We’re putting you in something else.”

You navigate yourself straight to what you assume is him bedroom, and Jimin nearly falls flat on his face chasing after you.

This may be a bit embarrassing for Jimin to admit to himself, but he’s never had a girl in his room before. It’s intimate, he thinks. Having someone inside a room that has witnessed every one of his breakdowns, outfit changes, alone time moments, etcetera. Jimin cringes as memories from the other night come back to him.

“Cute room,” you tell him as you look around, admiring the fairy lights and album covers displayed. Jimin was always big on music. Maybe posters were too far given his age, but he didn’t care. He never thought someone else would ever see them.

Although, Tae has been to Jimin’s place before. He knows about the posters and fairy lights. Though he never once questioned it or even talked about it. Only when he called that one poster of Ariana Grande hot. That’s what Jimin likes about Tae, he never questions him. But it’s not like Jimin gives him much to wonder about. He’s completely masked to the eyes of his best friend.

“This,” you start, dramatic tone and all, “this is gorg.” You hold out his favorite black skirt, and it’s lightening quick how fast he snatches it from you.

“No.” He tells you, cheeks getting hot. He’s embarrassed to say the least. He knows you know about his self esteem issues, but you have yet to discover his fondness for feminine clothing. But you have now.

“What? You’re embarrassed I found a skirt? If it’s socially acceptable for women to wear sweats, then it should be acceptable for men to wear skirts.”

Someone who gets it, Jimin thinks. This is the first time he’s ever felt understood when it comes to this, and he doesn’t quite know what to say.

“But skirt or no skirt, I think it’s important that you feel sexy tonight.”

“And why is that?” Jimin plays along. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed as you continue to look through his wardrobe.

“Because halloween parties exist solely for people to feel sexy all night.”

“It’s not halloween,” Jimin argues again, earning a shirt thrown at his face. Giggling, he holds it out in front of him.

You stand in front of his closet with a look of excitement on your face. His reaction disappoints you, however.

“Y/N, no. I can’t wear this out.”

“Just try it on.”

He knew this was part of your plan to get him to gain a little confidence and even convince him to leave the house in something he feels good in, but Jimin is adamant. He cannot wear this.

It’s a fitted baseball tee, extremely cropped and a shade of pale pink. Jimin cannot leave the house like this, despite how good it makes him feel deep down.

Reluctant and a tad shy, Jimin removes his sweatshirt from his body as he replaces it with what you threw at him. In the short moment he was bare, you might’ve stole a glance at his figure. His body is perfect, you think. Slim waist with faint yet toned abs and a noticeable amount of muscle on his arms. You take another sip of the drink that has yet to leave your hand.

“I look stupid.”

“You look sexy.”

The compliment was unexpected and was more than enough to have Jimin’s eyes widen. He breaks eye contact because how could he not, and he self consciously wraps an arm around his stomach.

More so his lap.

“I don’t know,” he says faintly, mumbling over his speech. “I think it’s a bit much.”

“Change to grey sweats. You can tell people you’re a 60’s athlete, they dressed like this back in the day you know.”

Yeah right, tell a bunch of actual scary frat boy athletes that’s he’s mocking their style from the 60’s.

His brows furrow when you step closer to him, reclining down and reaching for the skirt he had snatched from you. You grab one of his wrists, placing the bunched up material into his hand. His cheeks are on fire, his heartbeat picking up.

“Try it on,” you whisper. “For me.”

And fuck. Jimin is fully erect. He physically cannot bring himself to stand let alone change in front of you. He pushes your hand away, never wanting to disappear so badly.

“Another time. You already got me to wear this tee, baby steps.”

Disappointed, you think he’s right. You can’t beg him to gain confidence to wear an entire outfit like this on the first day of his journey. It takes time, and luck for Jimin you’re very patient.

“Another time,” you repeat softly.

Jimin has been to a function with very little people before. He knows what a small little get together looks like. This party— it isn’t that.

“You said a couple people!” He shouts over the blairing music as you pull him through the front hall and to the packed kitchen.

He has no clue who’s house this is and he hasn’t seen a single normal person. Everyone is either drunk, high, or the worst: a frat. He shivers in discomfort before you bring a shot glass to his lips.

“Guess word spread and more people came, no biggie.”

He downs the shot of what turns out to be tequila, wincing as he coughs out a reply.

“Huge biggie.” He looks around the crowded house after a bystander drunkenly bumps into him and slurs an incoherent apology.

This was a mistake.

“Y/N, what is the point of me being here? This isn’t making me feel good about myself in the least, this isn’t my environment.”

You take another shot before quickly grabbing a lime and placing it between Jimin’s plump lips, and before he can register what you’re doing, your lips are already on his as you suck from the lime. Nipping the fruit with your teeth you pull it out and drop it into the sink, grin wide as Jimin turns fire hydrant red.

That shouldn’t count as a kiss, but you just sort-of-kissed Jimin. His mouth is dry, heartbeat in his stomach, and he is hyper alert on the way his knees are subtly shaking.

“Ease up Jimin, it’s gonna be a long night.”

He didn’t know it then but that’s the last time he’d be seeing you until the end of the party. He sauntered off to a random couch that was unoccupied for the most part, only some random (and gross) couple having a full blown make out session on the opposite side.

He made sure to keep his cup filled the whole night as that’s the only thing keeping him from walking straight out the door and back into the comfort of anything that’s not this party.

He’s spotted Tae a few times, who is dressed as Jack from the titanic, but Tae hasn’t noticed him yet which is probably because his rather different fashion approach and the fact he’s at a frat party. If anything that should be a reason Tae spots him since he’s the odd one out, Jimin thinks. Then again it is a costume party and no one look normal per-say. Nor is Tae the sharpest tool in the shed.

He also thanks the universe for not letting Tae notice you and Jimin arrive together.

He’s been glancing at you for a while now, the way you sway your hips to the rap song playing on the surround sound speakers. The way your skin is glowing even under the dim, groggy lights of the house. He watches the way smoke exits your mouth as Tae places a blunt between your perfect lips. He looks away when Tae also places a hand on your waist, dancing with you so intimately that it pains Jimin to see.

He knows he’ll be hearing all about this from Tae. You’re his favorite person, he’s probably over the moon about dancing with you right now.

“Jimin?” Speaking of the devil.

Jimin waves awkwardly as Tae whispers something to you and proceeds to walk towards his direction. You go off to dance with a frat guy who’s been waiting all night to have your attention. Jimin finds him pathetic.

“What are you doing here? You never come to these kinds of things.”

The music is loud but that’s nothing compared to how deep and confident Tae’s voice is. Despite Jimin’s desire to be more feminine, there are some masculine traits he wishes to have. A deeper voice is one of them. Not Tae’s level of deep, but deeper than what his currently is.

“A friend forced me to,” he admits, not naming names because how could he.

“Oh you have friends?” The younger man teases, earning a grumpy eye roll from Jimin. He takes another swig out of his cup.

Jimin remembers what he’s wearing and wonders why his best friend hasn’t said anything about it yet. He almost wants to point it out so it doesn’t awkwardly go unsaid and leaves Tae to catch on to his secret need for femininity.

“Like my costume?” Jimin asks, masking the fact that this is actually just a random shirt he’s had in his wardrobe and not a costume.

Tae gives him a quick once over, not lingering his eyes on the top for long.

“Oh what are you supposed to be?”

He definitely thought that wasn’t a costume and instead a normal outfit. Jimin cringes, hating you right now more than ever for making him show up in this. But he also loves you for providing him with the save he’s about to use on Tae.

“I’m a 60’s athlete. They used to dress like this you know.”

Taehyung hums, genuinely convinced.

“Wah that’s clever. I thought that was yours for a sec.”

Jimin hates himself for what he’s about to say.

“Why on earth would I own a pink crop top, that’s ridiculous.”

They laugh it off, and Jimin feels a gut wrenching pang in his stomach. That sentence wasn’t made for him, and it made him a liar and a hypocrite to his own desire.

He needs to go now before he says even more self damaging nonsense.

“Hey Tae, do you think you can get me a blunt?” Jimin asks in hopes to excuse his friend and, well, get high.

“Is this coming from the same person that said smoking isn’t good for you?”

Jimin remembers when he said that but he’s far too drained to be defensive or right. He shrugs as he admits to his hypocrisy.

“Yeah well so are frat parties but here I am. Cough one up, I know you have some.”

Tae stands up to reach in his front pocket, pulling out a steep tin that reveals 3 joints. He hands one to Jimin, telling him a brief “I’ll be back” before vanishing to find you again.

Something told Jimin to stay at the party despite how badly he wanted to go. He thought about how it may make you sad if he were to just leave, then he ridded that idea because why on earth would that make you sad. Nevertheless, he glanced outside to see if the crowd was acceptable to join. It wasn’t.

Deciding to not smoke with a bunch of frat guys, he goes the alternative route and heads for the hallway to secure an empty room. When he succeeds, he closes the door behind him and props the window open as he lights the tip of his joint.

He doesn’t smoke often, barely at all, but he needed this. As the smoke entered into his mouth he inhaled it eagerly, head rolling back as he slowly blows it all back out. This feels good, he thinks. The atmosphere on the other hand still could be better.

Jimin laughs to himself. Smoking weed at a frat party you invited him to. The world is funny that way, he nods to himself. Almost as funny as how you’re all he can think about right now.

He doesn’t know what it is. It’s not hate. For sure not love. He’s just thinking about you. Perhaps he misses your company? Or the way your skirts never reveal too much but just enough to drive him crazy.

The way your pouty lips move when you talk.

Your soft skin.

Your silky voice.

The way you look in that Jessica Rabbit costume you wore tonight.

Jimin is painfully erect, and without even noticing his hand has been palming himself desperately this entire time, blunt being delicately held in the other hand, occasionally being brought up for more puffs to fuel what he’s doing right now.

“Fuck Y/N, yes.”

He unties his sweats. One more rough drag and he kills the blunt on the rim of the windowsill, both hands focusing on himself now. One hand tugging his waistband down, the other guiding himself out. And all he can think about is how sexy you are.

He gets carried away, going so fast on himself that he doesn’t hear or see the door open. He’s high beyond belief, god only knows what Taehyung had laced in that blunt, and so when he sees you he swears his imagination is just very vivid.

Until his conscience registers and he almost squeals as he lunges back in shock of the situation.

Quickly you run up to him just in time to pull his entire body back and preventing him from falling out the window. You’re breathing heavy, half because of what you saw moments before and partially because you just saved his life.

“Fuck Jimin, be careful.”

And how fucking peculiar it is that you’re not addressing his cock that is out in the open between the two of you.

Jimin can’t speak. He almost literally died from being caught jerking himself to you while being high out his mind.

What a fucking legacy he’d have left.

After catching his breath he frantically goes to put himself away but his hand is stopped by yours.

“You know people sneak into rooms at parties to have sex with each other, not to do themselves.”

His cheeks flush red.

“Only freaks do that.”

Jimin has wanted to before, but he officially wants to unalive himself. How pathetic he is, he thinks.

“I’m sorry, I… I’m really high right now and I thought I locked the—“

He cuts himself off when you guide his hand back onto himself.

“You’re not gonna ask me why I came in here?”

Jimin takes a deep breath.

“Why?”

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, very slowly putting his own hand into motion against himself.

“Because I’m a freak too.”

Your words came out in a faint whisper but Jimin’s senses are heightened and he hears it like a megaphone in his ears. Your tits are practically spilling out your tiny red tube dress as you lean to help him stroke himself. A shiver cascades down his whole body, an unintentional yet hesitant whimper rumbling off his throat.

You giggle, then abruptly you stand. You lean down and peck him on his frozen, plump lips.

“Have a good night Jimin, I’ll be in contact for our next power move.” You walk towards the door. “Masturbating is a good way to show yourself love, kudos to you kid.”

Jimin’s hand is glued to his stiff cock, frozenly just keeping it there as he stares at you with his mouth agape.

“I’ll lock this on my way out, by all means finish and do not fall out any windows.”

And just like that you open the door only a couple inches and squeeze out to give him privacy. He’s left in the same spot, still in absolute shock.

You’re perfect.

You’re beautiful, and apparently so fucking sexy in sexual situations. It takes only one more stroke and one more thought of you for Jimin to reach the finish line, cum dropping down his hand and shaft as he fucks into his fist.

He breathes jaggedly until he’s drained of all energy and collapses on the bed.

To his shock, he’s not freaking out. He’s actually smiling. Then again that could easily be the weed talking. What did taehyung put in that anyway?

Jimin’s smile dissipates as an ugly thought sends a cold chill throughout him.

You’re his best friend’s crush. You’re Taehyung's. And he just betrayed him. Jimin hates how the universe works sometimes. When one thing goes well, the whole world goes to shit.

The world is funny that way.

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[hiaon]

Dreams do come true (p2)

Disclaimer: toys, fingering, vibrator.

"Ah~! Rui!.." You moaned out his name— I mean the character he somehow possessed. Which was your best friend in the game.

5 minutes earlier

Was he dreaming?? Is it really you?.. He looked at your big doe eyes staring right back at him. You're we're also breathing heavily, he noticed that.

"Are.. You real?" He asked you, that was kind of embarrassing. Asking your favorite character which is clearly fictional real..

"W-what.. Don't Tell me it's one of your perverted dreams again R-rui.!" You crossed your arms and seemingly waiting for something very eagerly I may add.

Then he realizes, Rui? You mean Rui as in your best friend, Rui. ??

You we're tapping your arm with your finger and moving your hips repeatedly, but before he could noticed that he went near to a mirror in the bathroom. There he saw, your best friend Rui. Or him now. He was spacing out on how he got there.

As he was spacing out, you couldn't handle the vibrator in your ass anymore, which was the real Rui who was the one that did it.

You slithered your hand on his waist in making him flinched a bit. You made him turn around, when he turned around the sight made his cock twitched. There we're tears in your eyes. Still hugging him and grinding on him.

"P-please.. Get the vibrator out of my a-ass..~ and fuck me..!" Now that was his breaking point, his cock was hard already.

Rui carried you and made you bend over the sink, and yes that was all 3 minutes. He noticed that your skirt was to short, I mean it was always short. But not this short!.

He lifted your skirt and then he saw vibrator, and also your buttpug. Shit, now he really wanna fuck you.

He took out your buttpug and vibrator, and white liquids started to come out. Was it cum?

"Hey, [Y/N] what's this white stuff." He knew it was cum but he doesn't know who it is yet. Except of waiting for him to respond he fingers him while he answers.

"Hah..~ D-did you.. have me..~ mory lost of something..~ Ah, shit." After you said that he pulled out his fingers.

"Don't swear." He wasn't really used to him swearing. Since he always had this innocent act always playing.

"Fine! I won't-" As he was almost finished with his sentence. He harshly fingered him and more faster.

As you we're moaning, he asked you again.

"Who's cum is it?" He asked again. You couldn't think straight, but you knew that you have to answer if you wanted to get fucked to oblivion.

"It's- I- It's yours!" Oh, now he gets it. It was probably the real Rui, and made him put in the vibrator and buttpug for his cum not to flow out. Why does he know? Because he would have done the same thing.

Fuck, you we're such a sight for sore eyes. But he is not going to let anyone fucking see you like this. He had enough of you just receiving the pleasure, with one hand you he unzip his pants— Holy shit, is Rui's cock is this big or is it just the excitement? Probably both.

Never mind that, he stopped fingering you. And replaces his finger with his cock.

"W-wait!" You said, but it was already too late. This was always to much for you, even though you do this often with Rui. Rui's cock is always something else.

"Ah~! Rui!.." Rui is really amazed on how good you feel. It's even better than masterbating of the thought of you. He really wants to see your face full of lust.

He still had his member inside of your hole and grabbed your legs and hold them up, your back at his chest. You have a full view of your self getting fucked by your best friend with benefits.

You looked like a adult movie star.

#oc x male reader #x femboy reader #male reader smut #x you #smut #smut drabble #gay

[cookie-crumblr]

Cookie! I want to tease the boys! (mostly Issac and Alastair)

Oh i got chu fam 😘✨

as always MINORS DNI

NSFW (i hope you mean that kind of teasing if not, lemme no!)

Alastair:

there is a TON of things you could do to fluster this boy.

Not wearing underclothes on purpose especially if it rains or your getting wet some other way.

Alastair will be short circuiting, we know this.

but if you really wanna make him brain dead:

Tug on his choker/collar.

I promise he’s wearing one.

and i promise there’s never a moment he doesn’t salivate at the idea of you slipping your fingers up under the material, running over his soft skin.

There’s never a moment he isn’t dreaming of you dragging him with you around all day even if it’s just mundane shopping.

imagine you pulling him along and the suddenly detouring beyond the shopping district, he notices you’re now wandering past all the hubbub and out into a park… Into an area with more pivacy…

Thankfully, he’s wearing a huge crocheted sweater that’s covering his fully tented shorts.

He’s twitching painfully against the fabric, harder now that he’s anticipating what you’re taking him away from prying eyes to do to him.

He’s practically whining by the time you stop moving, little tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He wants you so bad.

You throw him to the ground and stand over him, he hurriedly reaches up to worship you, and you slap his hands away.

It’s your turn to take care of him.

He can’t help the little yelp of excitement, his fangs almost poking his chin as he takes his lower lip into his mouth.

You kneel down to unbutton his shorts, instead of a belt he’s wearing a pink, bow-tied, silk ribbon.

You take one of the long tails and pull it so painfully slowly.

His hips raise on their own and he takes a sharp breath in.

finally his bottoms are open, and you’re free to do with him whatever you want.

Issac:

Now this boy is way easier to fluster, i swear he’s kinda like allie, but def doesn’t like seeing your blood (even tho he sees it as much as he does). He is also Actually kinda innocent in a way, and very shy.

To fluster him, really all you’d have to do is touch him. literally just poke the poor boy on his shoulder and he might explode.

You put your palm flat to his back, thinking he needed some consoling…

Only for his body to shudder violently, you pull your hand back fast.

“Why-d-did you take your hand back?” (probably imagining cutting it off to have for his own use forever, but thinks better of it since it would get cold, and he’d be forced to see your blood again…)

“oh… I thought i hurt you ‘sall…” You put it back, and again he convulses.

Your warmth spreading to him through your open palm.

He breathes in.

His pants getting tighter.

Dev.in notices instantly and steps out, locking the door, and trapping you in with Issac…

Issac is FERAL.

He spins around and jumps you, he pins you to the bed you had both been sitting on.

“I can’t believe it, you love me back! i can feel it!”

“Wh-what?” You babble in a daze.

“I know you do! your warmth, it seeps into me… You want to be a part of me, just as i want to be a part of you…” His breathing and speech is completely erratic.

You can’t fight him off if you tried, at least he’s never as physically painful as Dev.in makes it for you.

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #cookie speaks #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #oc alastair #oc dev.in #my fic #dead dove do not eat #reader x oc #femboys #femboy x reader #femboy yandere #asks

[venuscrashed]

Can you do Spiderman Miles Morales x Femboy reader?

More casual then actually focusing on the femboy part but oh well

Warnings: implied homophobia, ooc, kinda mean reader

word count: 1k

Miles and (Y/n): the duo that everyone knew about. Friends since the beginning of highschool. Everyone knew that there was something more between them, yet every time it was mentioned it was shut down by one of the two. Whether it was playful teasing or mentions of past flirting, neither boys would ever admit to it. 

Yet everyone knew not to mess with either of them, especially in front of the other. It was simply known as their high school's curse. Where if one person flirted with one of the two boys, bad luck will follow them for the rest of the school year. Despite the obviousness of it being forced, no one can prove that it was the duo doing it.

It all started with a simple bet. Two basketball players betting on who can pull more dudes. The easiest target? The femboy, of course. Each player would flirt with him endlessly. Something as simple as holding his bag to cornering him at his locker. It was all going well until it happened in front of Miles.

It was an honest mistake, really, you were walking out of your classroom when one of the players came up to you. You were on your way to your locker where you would meet Miles and then hangout after school, like you two always did. Except this time, you were intersected.

The player stood in front of you with a cheeky smile. He looked down at you, “Can I hold your bag?” Before you could answer he had already grabbed it, walking in the direction of your destination. How did he know where you were going? You have no idea.

You quickly followed him, falling behind by a step or two. “Um-Thanks. That was really thoughtful of you.”

He smiled and laughed. Looking back at his friend who was staring in anger as he walked by. “It’s no big deal!” You two have already made it to your locker. You opened it and he put your bag inside of it. “It’s what any gentleman would do.”

You gave a polite smile, which quickly faded after he got slammed into the lockers next to you. The whole hallway went silent and you stared in horror. There stood Miles above the player, looking down at him with pure disdain. 

“Well he already has a gentleman to do that for him,” Miles spat. Kicking the player out of the way before he could run. “So you and your buddy can quit the act.”

The player scurried to his feet, looking between the both of you before running away. The hallway was filled with whispers and murmur before turning back to normal. 

Miles leaned against the lockers while he watched you put on some lip gloss. His eyes lingering on your lips that turned into a smile. He watched as you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” you hummed. Giggling as you grabbed your stuff and pulled his hand. “Just relishing in the fact you're jealous. That's all.”

Miles scoffed, looking down at your guys hands before looking back up. “I know what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?” You stared at him, a certain gleam in your eye. He was about to respond before you took off down the street. “Wait! There's a cat cafe!”

Everyday after that something bad would happen to the players. Either they would trip or mess up in a game, and some students would report seeing Miles nearby but there wasn’t any correlation…

That was the beginning, just a simple joke. It wasn’t until it was your turn did it become the curse.

You were sitting on the bleachers inside the school gym. Watching as Miles and his friend played basketball at lunch. At the same time, you were chewing gum and fixing your makeup. 

Two girls were sitting a couple rows below you. Giggling and whispering as they watched the game. It wouldn’t have mattered if it wasn’t for one of them mentioning Miles. At that, you slammed down your compact mirror which drew the attention of those two girls.

They looked up at you with a puzzled look. You just give them a smile. Once they turned around you rolled your eyes and popped your gum as loud as you could. One of the girls finally got mad and stood up. She turned around and looked you up and down.

Raising an eyebrow she asked, “What is your problem?”

“Nothing” you sang. 

“Listen. We all know you and Miles are close and all but he wouldn’t go out with a skirt wearing freak like you.” She yelled, gaining the attention of all the students around you three. Her friend whispered to her to stop it.

With a quick glance up and down her outfit, you bursted out laughing. Making the girl even more angry and the students around you confused. You fakes whipped a tear away from your eye before leaning down. “Listen. I’m not the skirt wearing freak around here when you’re here. If I wanted your opinion then I would have asked for it. You could ask him out all you want, it won’t happen though.”

Mouth wide open she looked back at him. She finally had enough when she saw the smile on his face. She grabbed her stuff and dragged her friend out of there. Groaning about your attitude or something. 

The game quickly continued but Miles didn’t care. He made his way up towards you and sat next to you. He grabbed your gatorade and took a drink of it. “That was hot,” he said in between sips. 

You raised your eyebrow at this. “Really? That was actually really mean of me…”

“Maybe,” he looked at you. “But it's still really hot. Although, don’t suggest asking me out to other people, prettyboy.”

You both laugh at these memories from time to time. Watching how all four of them still struggle everyday. Gaining more bad luck then if they were to walk under a ladder. Truly, making it the school’s curse. 

#x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #fem boy reader #spiderman x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv x male reader #atsv x reader #miles x male reader #miles morales x male reader #miles morales x reader #miles x femboy reader #venuscrashed

[hana-no-seiiki]

˚ ༘ .˚YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE x COUNCILOR! READER ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

cw/tw: yandere, bratty! yan, the usual degradation from an oujidere, fluff

note: again, inspired by @carnivorousyandeere but also @sophiethewitch1 (our stardew game was wild)

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who acts so mean and spoiled towards other members of the staff. Practically shoving his shoes to their face as he commands them to do literally everything for him.

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who, in a noticeably softer tone, asks you to carry him around the palace since his legs hurt oh so much when he moves around. Don’t you worry about his frail health?

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who despite not being the next in line to the throne is practically treated as one. Is spoiled by every single one of his family members, senior or junior.

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who expects you to treat him with the same reverence, respect and/or fear as everybody else

READER, who is getting kind of tired with all his games.

But when he looks at you with those pretty eyes, long eyelashes fluttering as tears threaten to escape it, you can’t help but acquiesce to his whims.

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who repays you by feeding you all of your favorite food. But his tsundere/oujidere ass can’t handle you thanking him so he does it in a way that’s demeaning and patronizing like

“Here, eat this. I hate how it tastes but I bet your uncultured tongue won’t know the difference.”

You stared at him oddly. He was handing you his favorite snack.

or

“Wow, you look so unbearably malnourished. Here, eat my meal. Looks like you need it more than I do, peasant.”

But you have been eating more than healthily nowadays thanks to your job as his right hand man.

⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who grew up watching trials and executions like it’s an average Tuesday. Even ordering his own when he feels like it’s getting too chummy in the palace or when people look at you in a way he deems as wrong.

He’s basically beyond desensitized. Not even the execution of innocent women and children affected him.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who only falters when he hears people accuse you of bewitching him or using ill magics, or hell, even people who talk over you during discussions at court.

YOUR YANDERE PRINCE TAKING THE THRONE FOR HIMSELF ‘SILENCING’ THE ENTIRE EMPIRE SO THAT HE COULD HEAR YOUR VOICE ALONE.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2024

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[heartfullofleeches]

Assassin Femboy Housewife Yan: D-Darling! You're home early. I didn't expect you to be here so soon... I haven't even started on dinner yet. I was going to make your favorite since we won't be home for a while. I also picked up something "special" while I was out grabbing groceries... I guess a good question right now is do you want dinner - or me?~

Reader:Heard out neighbor in the hospital today.. The one who made that comment about how good of a spouse I was when I comforted them during their last breakup.

Femboy Housewife Yan: ahaha....I suppose we should send them some flowers then.

Reader: You tried to kill our neighbor and we have to move again.

Femboy Housewife Yan: I... tried to kill our neighbor and we have to move again.

Reader: ...I'll go pack my bags.

Femboy Housewife Yan: w-wait! Don't you want to see what I bought?! Darling!

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #male yandere #femboy yan #Aspen my oc

[loveundrwrld]

yandere alphabet- yandere femboy

template i used can be found here

(cws: blackmail, violence mention, very unhealthy relationship dynamic, stalking)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he can be very smothering with his affection, very touchy and clingy. he likes to hug your arm or hold your hand, rest his head on you, and cover your face with light kisses. but, with his verbal affection- he’s more sugary sweet than he is passionate or intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

mischa is not the violent type, nor is he really able to fight anyone... sorry reader, but he's not willing at all to get his hands dirty. both since he wouldn't know how to fight, but also since he thinks of himself as being better than people who use violence on others. he thinks of himself as a normal person, who doesn't need to lower himself to such things... despite everything else that he does. he’d also be deeply unnerved and scared in any situation in which physical violence is involved, for both your sake and his own.

in the right circumstances though, he may blackmail someone, manipulate someone, or lie to ruins someone’s reputation… but that’s mostly if he feels threatened by a romantic rival.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

mischa is a little sadistic in the emotional sense, but he's more likely to tease you or to poke at your issues while pretending to be innocent. he’s more trying to get a reaction out of you than to actually hurt your feelings though.

he has a general sense of when he’s gone way too far in his teasing of you, and he’ll ease up on that sort of thing for a bit if so. and, naturally, turn up the affection towards you to distract and comfort you.

generally speaking, he’s very clingy, needy, and affectionate- he spends a lot of time around you. just about as much as he can get away with, really.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

yes- kissing and cuddling. he'd be pouty if his darling refused his affection, and would try to act upset so that you would feel bad enough to let him kiss you. he can be pushy and insistent on getting you to lower your boundaries… like allowing him to sleep in the same room as you, or letting him sit in you lap.

he’ll also make sure that you say things like “i love you” or call him pet names from time to time. after all, he does that to you, so why not return the favor?

he isn’t pushy about sex though, that for him is something he can easily do without. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

since part of his ideal relationship is to essentially act a certain role 24/7… he is not vulnerable to you in any real way, not at all.

even though he loves to put on crocodile tears and feign being hurt or insulted by things, he's actually not going to tell you about his real fears and insecurities. it may seem strange to you that he seems so open with some things, but also seems strangely cagey about others. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if you physically attacked him, he'd be shocked and would probably be very offended. he doesn't see himself as being an actual threat to you, so this would be a betrayal in his eyes.

but if you just stood up for yourself verbally- he’d just pretend that you were being cruel or mean to him, in the hopes that you’ll think that you were overreacting. but, secretly he is pleasantly surprised and amused that you did- he finds it fun to mess around with you, seeing how long it takes for you to decide that enough is enough.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

seeing how you react to him, and how much he can push your boundaries before you react is very much a game to him. he's amused by seeing you squirm and sigh when you're overwhelmed.

seeing you try to spend less time with him or avoid him does upset him a little though. he does genuinely want to spend as much time as possible with you, after all.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

a darling who doesn’t do anything he asks, and is evasive, avoidant, and emotionally distant to him would also cause him to reach a certain reaction from him… where he feels he needs to step up what he’s doing to get any sort of fun out his darling. this is where he gets more emotionally sadistic, and risks angering you to just get a response out of you. maybe he should text your ex strange things, or maybe he’ll secretly let people know about some of the stuff you have that you thought was well hidden in his room… 

and, of course, he’ll be there for you while you’re scared, anxious, and confused… 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he definitely wants to be married, to keep his darling by his side forever. he wants his darling to do a lot of the ‘hard parts’ of life for him, and let him live a very spoiled and pampered life. so, probably both cooking and cleaning, as well as things like taxes or yardwork…

although he would love to essentially be a cutesy trophy husband, he does know that to have the lifestyle he wants he’ll likely have to settle for both you and him having jobs. sadly </3

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he does get jealous, both of platonic relationships (you getting attention in general) as well as any romantic partners... past or present.

if you had a longterm partner while you met him- he’d be very quick to try and ruin your relationship, and possibly try to decimate your partners reputation. he may pretend that your partner hit him to make you want to break up with them, or something similar.

when he gets jealous he doesn’t lash out in the typical way, but he lets out his frustration in strange ways. he’ll be a little passive aggressive when talking about the other person with you, subtly digging on them. “hm… they sure do chew very loudly, don’t they? that’d be very annoying to hear that on dates, wouldn’t it? just thinking.”

he’ll also be teasing you more, making you do all these favors for him to see you fret over him… it helps make him feel less stressed. after spending some time with you he can calm down. though, he’ll still try to manipulate situations so that you won’t spend so much time with that person anymore.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he acts like a clingy and loving, but ditzy and sensitive boyfriend to you. he wants all of his strange behavior to come off as him being “needy” or something similar. it’s not that he’s breaking your boundaries, it’s that he’s sad and needs comfort.

essentially, he likes being seen as cute and innocent with people, and that extends to you too. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

generally using you for amusement and attention at first, just like he does with everyone else. then, he’ll essentially just… casually show up around you or text you more often. it’s less that he’s trying to convince you to date him, since he has a big ego and believes that you are lucky to have him. he just knows that forcing you to date him too soon could end up in you getting freaked out and ghosting him or something.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes, mischa is the type of yandere to fake his personality (see:kisses above.) he’s a manipulator and quite a bit selfish, but he acts cutesy and nice with others. 

the way he acts with his darling is just a more intense and focused version of how he used to treat everyone around him. to an extent he still acts that way around everyone too, he just pays significantly less attention to other people.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

he’d never admit to it being why he does it, but loudly crying around other people works well for this purpose. it gets his darling to be more nervous of repeating the same behavior in the future, while also guilt-tripping them…

also, while he wouldn't normally go to such extremes, see: hell above.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

much like with tanner he generally lets you do whatever you want, but is just... also there with you. or he drags you to wherever he wants you to go, but the only thing stopping you from leaving is social etiquette (and if you’d feel bad for him for being “upset” that you did that.)

he's not necessarily strict, but he is very manipulative. he doesn't really need to force you to not be around your close friends... he takes up so much attention and energy from you that you don't have time for most other people. and he can just convince you in other ways to spend less time with them.

if you are more of a naïve and/or a people pleasing type, he's very likely to successfully get his way in what he wants.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

he thinks of you being unwilling or resistant as amusing, basically. he isn’t the type to get all that angry at you, at worst he’ll be passive aggressive. but he does get impatient when he feels that he isn’t getting your full attention, so he’s quick to become more blatant with his efforts to manipulate you. 

and, he becomes less patient when he starts to feel jealous. he thinks of everyone else as ‘unworthy’ of your attention and thinks of himself as ‘worthy’ of it… it makes him irritated as he feels slighted from you not recognizing this like he does.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he does actually love you, so this would be very hard for him.

if you died, he'd be in shock. he'd be depressed for a long time... he had never even thought that this was a possibility. he'd have a lot of difficulty pretending to be cheery and playful, and may never get over the loss.

if you escaped (as in, moved to a new city or something without warning) he’d scramble to try to follow their lead and try to find you. but, he doesn’t have a ton of resources and connections, so it would be very difficult for him. he would try very hard for a long time, though, as he does genuinely want you by his side again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

despite doing things that are definitely illegal, mischa doesn’t think of himself as being a “criminal” and thinks of himself as being above such a thing. to him, stalking is only technically illegal, so he thinks of himself as being a normal person.

instead of abducting his darling in the typical sense, he’d rather just cling to them under more ‘normal’ circumstances. the closest extreme that i think he’d go to is showing up in your house and not leaving. he would feel pretty guilty if you're clearly terrified of him after that… after all, even if he messes with you his goal is never to make you think you are in any genuine danger. he'd just be more sweet and giving towards you for a while, hoping that will help you calm down and acclimate to the situation a bit.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

mischa grew up in a good family who loved him, but he did have some issues growing up.

his family immigrated from germany when he was relatively young. his parents became more busy with their jobs and had difficulties acclimating to the culture and language, which both often distracted them from spending time with him. he at the time also felt isolated from those around him, and wanted to cling more to his parents as a result. he's used to acting out for attention and getting rewarded for it, as his tired parents just wanted to give him what he wanted whenever he threw a tantrum.

he's never really faced any consequences for his actions and knows that he likely won't, so to him... if he wants you, why not have you?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

i think he'd be unnerved at a true breakdown, screaming or anything similar would make him feel a bit guilty and reflect on his actions. did he really do so much to make you snap like that? he'd be more cautious for a while, and may tread lightly around you for a bit. he'll keep a careful eye on you to assess why you’re having such a breakdown.

if it's just crying, he does feel a little guilty, but he’s much less worried. if anything, he sees this as an opportunity for him. he sees that as an opportunity to cuddle them and pretend to be the typical loving caring boyfriend- he's thinking this will likely make you feel more attached to him. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

it's not necessarily a moral thing, but as i said in blood above, he's not really going to hurt anyone physically, much less kill them. he also won't abduct the reader in the typical sense.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

mischa is short and physically weak, so it's not hard at all to intimidate him.

also, see: regret above… you aren’t being abducted and tied down, so in theory you do have the freedom to do whatever you want. if you are able to avoid him for a bit, you do have a lot of options available to you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

nope! he's not the type to hurt his darling... not physically, at least. 

however, he can have some sadistic tendencies when it comes to teasing you or putting them in a situation that scares or bothers you (such as trying to trick a darling who's afraid of spiders into letting one crawl on them, sending the darling notes to make them know that they have a stalker to get them scared and paranoid... etc)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he doesn’t show it in the typical way as many yanderes would, but he does put you on a pedestal in his head. after all, he sees everyone around him as being ‘below’ you and being ‘unworthy’ of your time and attention.

he does smother you with high praise and compliments, and its coming from a real place as he really does find his darling attractive, sweet, kind, charming, etc.

but a significant reason for him doing so is for his own sake- he knows that his affections towards you, both verbally and physically, are going to make you more likely to fall for him. he’s definitely putting a concerted effort into winning you over… he’s certain that it will happen eventually, he just wants it to happen sooner rather than later.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on what "snap" means in this context, since his behavior doesn't really suddenly escalate. he starts off strong and then there's a quick escalation, but there's no real point of him 'snapping' into something extreme.

but, if this just means 'general yandere behavior and manipulation'... it's not a very long time at all. once he realizes he's jealous of others getting your attention, he fairly quickly realizes how he's feeling and tries to get you to be around him more often. this probably takes a few weeks or so. then, he slowly escalates over a few months or so as he tries to see just how far he can take things. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

although he's not violent or extreme like the typical yandere, you are likely going to be mentally exhausted by his antics and being around him all the time. i think that in general he is the type of yandere that would very much wear you down over time until you get to a breaking point. 

so, you wouldn't break in the typical way this word is used for yandere stories- but you would very likely have an emotional breakdown after a while.

#yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere alphabet #yandere x you #yandere femboy #mischa roth #tried something new w/ the edit this time :^) #also thank u for your patience anon who requested this!!

[account-budget]

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