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Y'all, I'm officially a Big Girl™, I have my driver's license ✨

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She's really pretty 😍 (where the fuck is Sunday)

Honkai: Star Rail CN | Character Teaser Artwork: Jade

#hsr

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I want to say I'm shocked but truly, I'm not

Gonna pull for Alrecchino, my 50/50 is not guaranteed, wish me luck 🙏

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Gonna pull for Alrecchino, my 50/50 is not guaranteed, wish me luck 🙏

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upcoming 4.7 characters - clorinde, sigewinne & sethos

#genshin impact #clorinde #sigewinne #sethos

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⭒ㅤׂ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!Dune Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 ♡ ｡ ゜  

☾⋆ Paul Muad'Dib Atreides | پل معادب آتریدس

He dreamed of you again tonight. Something cathartic laying across the sands. Your touch haunts his skin, tracing scars and stars across his cheeks. He wonders what you see him as, something sacred or something exotic. Neither matters so long as you love him...

Paul's a volatile star, always one breath away from exploding. You're scared to touch the golden boy, lest your fingers return burned and your skull rattles with the echo of the cosmos. Still, it's hard to miss the devotion when his lips grace your knuckles. Hard to miss the cacophony of his heart as it reverberates across the desert. 

ᯓ★ Leto Atreides | لتو آتریدس

Leto kisses butterflies into your shoulder, the taste of your skin feels like nectar on his tongue. His mind is always racing vying for your affection, your attention, your adherence. He traces your name across his star maps, each letter scribbled in a melancholy blue. You grace his chambers again tonight, it feels so wrong to only see your silhouette, to not feel your love bleeding like his does. He kisses you again, something akin to devotion. He needs to feel you under him again, needs to feel the softness of your flesh under his fingers. Something in him shatters, something inside him rearranges. You make him feel so erratic. Why must he love you this way?

𓆩⚝𓆪 Duncan Idaho | دانکن آیداهو

his lips taste of chaos, he pours his passion into you. 

He feels you rattle inside his bones. Feels you coursing through his veins like unaltered spice. He's on another mission, laying in the sand and daubing your essence into constellations. He dreams of your fingers running over his muscles pushing adoration into him with a rusted kitchen knife. Your eyes never gaze at him for long. And yet each stare holds the weight of a nebula. He falls asleep to the phantom melody of your sweet voice. Dreaming of returning to you once more. 

༺🕸༻ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen | فید روتا هارکونن

There's a blade in his hand, blood marring pale fingers again. In every droplet, he sees your face. Phantom pains rampage when he hears your name. He dreams of you holding a knife to this chest, breaking the skin, and riving through muscle. Each night your ghost plagues him. Hurting him in all the ways he craves. He dubs you ecstasy, overdosing on everything he wants to do to you. Everything he wants you to do to him. He etches your name upon his bones, dedicating each open wound to you. He's going mad over the notion of you between his sheets, limbs entwined in a bloody mess. His tongue craves the taste of your flesh, starved like the trees on Arakkis. He must have you, he will have you. 

Stillgar | ستیلگار

Stillgar's love is a desert tune, the winds rustling through the grains before the breaching of a sandworm. He falls harder and harder with each soulful gaze. He's spent his whole life chasing prophecies that he's forgotten how to wholly love something not written in blood and legend. He prays upon every star, that the maker has written your names together. That maybe some prophecy exists where you are to become his. He watches you sitting across the dunes, watching as the sunset pales compared to you. He whispers prayers beneath his breath, hoping you'll be with him soon. 

݁˖☘︎ Gurney Halleck | گارنی هالک

He stiffens under your touch, under the sonority of your voice. His battered heart rattles in your presence, the air in his lungs freezes and he momentarily forgets that he is a soldier, a protector, a tool carved to fight for the Atreides. He's not meant to love, to crush, he's meant to kill, to teach, to follow. A weapon in every sense of the word. And yet he'd throw the world at your feet for a sliver of your attention. Gurney can't help the flames that grow within him. The raging pyro each night when he catches a rogue glimpse of you through the crack of your door. He wishes to kiss you, to hold you. To make you his in every way he knows he can't. 

#dune #dune part 2 #paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x you #the tortured poets department #paul atreides headcanons #taylor swift #yandere paul atreides #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd x reader #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen x reader #feyd rautha x you #feyd x you #yandere feyd #yandere feyd rautha #leto atreides #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you #duncan idaho #duncan idaho x reader #duncan idaho x you #stillgar #stillgar x reader #stillgar x you #yandere stillgar #gurney halleck #gurney halleck x reader

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No matter the version, Dazai is still Dazai.

#bsd #bsd dazai #ikemen series #ikemen vampire #ikemen dazai #♥️ girlie says

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Thinking about possessive Boothill in public that turns into clingy mess in private,,

Boothill lays between your legs on your shared bed, careful not to put his entire weight on you; his cheek nuzzles into your stomach, occasionally peppering it with gentle kisses. A satisfied growl escapes his lips when your hands begin to play with his hair, carding through it and softly scratching his scalp - his snowy hair strands fall through the gaps of your fingers and Boothill pushes his head further into your hand, encouraging you to continue.

The feeling of your touch almost intoxicates him; he yearns to feel it more. He knows he’ll never get tired of it, no - he wants more, now.

He props himself up on his elbow and unexpectedly grabs your arm, sliding his hand up from your wrist to slowly cup his cheek with your palm; Boothill’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he yet again, nuzzles into your hand greedily and closes his eyes.

A smile forms on your face when Boothill presses a kiss in the center of your palm, still having his own, robotic hand over yours - but he’s so gentle with you, maybe even afraid of using a bit more strength with you right now. His raven bangs tickle you ever so slightly, almost if it was a ghost’s touch; your thumb caresses the skin hidden underneath the pitch-black hair, adorned by a few pearly strands of hair that messily sat in the middle.

Your hand makes its way to touch the bangs; he scoffs and mourns the loss of warmth your hand provided, but waits for your next move. His nose inhales sharply when he felt you tuck his bangs behind his ear and pull him closer by his chin.

Boothill hovers above you, face to face.

He wastes no more time and hungrily, yet tenderly, connects your lips together. This time, it’s his palm that cups your face; his mechanized thumb strokes your cheek with affection that no one else has ever seen.

Boothill’s bangs fall to frame his face again; he deepens the kiss.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #boothill x reader #boothill #boothill hsr

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nobility au. yan!penacony

Dr Veritas Ratio

Royal tutor. Not much older than the prince himself. Both tutor and ambassador from the Intelligensia Guild. A sharp, mistrustful individual, no one's spared from the wrath of his tongue - except maybe you. Maybe.

Prince Aventurine

Prince of a large, wealthy kingdom. Has a friendship (?) with his tutor, if theirs could ever be called a friendship. Charming, intuitive, if a little flamboyant. Likes to dote on people he likes... though definitely not as much as he dotes on you.

Sunday

Aventurine's butler (threat). Despite his polite hands and smiles, everyone gets the feeling that he's hiding something, but no one knows what it is. You try to avoid being alone with him too much. He thinks having a new person around the palace is fun... maybe even adorable. But you don't need to know what he thinks of you.

#yandere honkai star rail #honkai star rail #yandere #hsr #yandere ratio #yandere aventurine #yandere sunday #dr ratio #veritas ratio #sunday #aventurine #penacony #hsr ratio #hsr sunday #hsr aventurine #ratio hsr #aventurine hsr #sunday hsr

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"Why do you hate thunder, my lord?" You found yourself asking him one day. Scaramouche hated most things, that much was blatantly obvious based on the expressions he always made, but thunder and lightning was something that he had a particular distaste for. When he smelled the rain coming, he'd mumble something beneath his breath and request that the windows be shut and the curtains drawn.

Rarely did you ever open your mouth to ask him about himself and rarely did he give you an answer. But this was a time where even your fear wasn't consuming your curiosity and you genuinely felt as if you needed to know.

"Why do you?" He questioned, not even bothering to look up from his book. The man's words sounded as uninterested and as bland as normal. But him turning the question on you wasn't normal. It wasn't usual. Typically, if he didn't want to answer a question that you asked him, you would be met with silence or a hum followed by a wave of his hand.

You thought for a moment. You'd never been asked why you didn't like thunder and lightning and hence, you never thought of the reason, "I suppose because it's loud...and it scares me, my lord."

"Then that's why I hate it," gentle, cold fingers reached up to trace from your ear to your cheek. His touch which normally disgusted you felt truly sincere, "I hate it because it scares you."

#oh how delightfully tender #while i do get a kick out of fics in which he's a little piece of shit #seeing him so soft hits DIFFERENT #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x you #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche

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What are your thoughts on Tartaglia

He is a stupid, silly, lovely little man. Therefore, I want to kiss and fuck him like the stupid, silly and lovely little man that he is.

There's also this mean streak in me that wants to mess/bully him but if he shows me even a sliver of kindness, I'm a goner.

#♥️ girlie says #🤍 anon asks

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Hhhhhh simp anon sees your requests are open,,,, jealousy is my everything,,, just like Run dying inside because his darling either is getting hit on or isn't paying as much attention to him as maybe he'd like hh (simp anon's brain is mush when it comes to this guy i'm sorry) Ilyyyyyyyyyy you take careeee ❤❤❤

You really are ways there to brighten my day, aren't you? My day hasn't even started and yet here I am, giddy! Bless you, sweetheart!! 😇💓 I also started reading the manga, whoop whoop! I want more plot points with Run and Chelsea, even if I already know what's gonna happen to them in the end!! 😭😭😭

♡ Run ♡

Run is not someone who gives into his emotions quite so easly. He's learn to control them over the years and becauae of that he is always sweet with a serene smile on his face and his head is always cool no matter how intense his battles may get. Run knows just how much a cool head can keep a person safe in battle but he'll be damned if he doesn't do something in your specific case.

You had always been the oblivious type and those were one of your many charms that Run found to be just so adorable. However, what he did not find adorable was the group of soldiers that were catcalling you from a nearby store, their shrill voices unnerving to his ears. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but decided to not pay attention to them. Just as he was about to grab your hand and lead you out of there, you suddenly ran forward, leaving Run in the dust. With a cheerful smile, you threw yourself towards one of the soldiers as he pated your head, a flirty grin on his face. Turns out that this guy was a friend of yours and that you missed him so much!

A friend, huh? Fine. Run had nothing against your friends, truly... But he did not like how you just threw yourself into this guys arms, you never do that with him... Run stood next to you, a neutral expression on his face as you happily chatted away, either blatantly ignoring or just flat out not noticing the very obvious advances towards you. Run couldn't tell if you were doing this on purpose just to mess with him or that you were enjoying the attention. Whatever the case may be, it did not sit well with Run. This was one of those times when his patience was really being tested, his blood slowly boiling with anger as he was forced to stand aside and do nothing.

He never pinned himself as the needy type per say, but he did always enjoy your attention. He sometimes had to work for it in order for you to notice him but whenever he did, the results were just too good to be true. You hadn't been paying attention to him as of late though and he didn't like just how easily these low lives got to you. C'mon sweetheart, Run can show you the world and then some! He could make you the happiest person on Earth! Just, look at him! Look at him and he will fly down and bring you back the stars if your heart desires!

It's funny really, how you always managed to put him in such compromising positions. Times like these made Run realize just how innocent you were, in a world where innocence was looked down upon. He knew that he had to protect you, keep you safe from the dangers of the world. It was usually a task he enjoyed doing and he would protect you until his final breath, including from scum such as these soldiers. Be warned, the moment you two are alone, Run is not afraid to get a little more touchy to show what he means. He'd be more than happy to shower you with love and affection, just as long as you do the same, sweetie. Don't test him or his patience. If you do, you'll live to regret it.

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #aesthetic #yandere scenarios #akame ga kill! #akame ga kill #akame ga kill x reader #yandere akame ga kill x reader #yandere akame ga kill #akame ga kill run #run #yandere run x reader #yandere run

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Your Bungo Stray Dogs yandere based off your star sign:

Aries: Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

Taurus: Kenji Miyazawa

Gemini: Edogawa Ranpo

Cancer: Chuuya Nakahara 

Leo: Akiko Yosano

Virgo: Atsushi Nakajima

Libra: Mori Ougai

Scorpio: Kouyou Ozaki

Sagittarius: Junichiro Tanizaki

Capricorn: Doppo Kunikida

Aquarius: Osamu Dazai

Pisces: Oda Sakunosuke

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #zodiac #star signs #aries #taurus #gemini #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #bungo stray dogs

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Ciel + Fem. Reader? He is genuinely in love with her since they were kids. She was supposed to be his fiance. How would he feel now that he took his brother's place she isn't "his" anymore? Reader is madame red's daughter

♡ Ciel Phantomhive ♡

Ciel always loved Madame Red so it wasn't surprising to anyone that he and her daughter were close. When he was younger of course, Ciel had no idea what he was feeling, all he knew was that he always felt a swarm of butterflies explode in his stomach whenever they were together.

So imagine his delight to know that they'd be engaged.

He was overjoyed. His father was supportive of the arrangement, his mother was on cloud nine and Ciel himself never felt more happy.

But, things don't always go so smoothly now, do they?

It was all so sudden, his life turning to ashes. His family, his home - gone. He was gone too, but not where everyone thought he'd go. Instead of moving on, instead of eternal peace, Ciel made a pact with a demon. He still had so much to live for, so many things he needed to do. He needed blood, he needed revenge...

He needed you, as well.

He hadn't seen you in what felt like centuries. He missed you so much, good grief how badly he wanted to see you. He kept tabs on you of course, always making sure that you were in good health and so. He was finally ready to claim his bride one day, he set off with his trusted butler to his beloved's home. He expected a warm welcome, perhaps a kiss, maybe even a surprise of sorts.

He got his surprise all right.

But not the one he expected.

He never saw this coming, how could he?! How could this happen?! He was stuck between a rock and a hard place - his beloved was no longer his. She was with someone else, his brother of all people!

...suffice to say, Ciel was left speechless.

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #black butler x reader #black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere black butler x reader #yandere black butler #yandere ciel phantomhive x reader #yandere ciel phantomhive #ciel phantomhive

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I am so on board with Yan Sunday physically punishing/disciplining his spouse.

In public spaces he’ll squeeze your arm so tight that it aches from the lack of blood circulation. Or he’ll dig his nails into your thigh under the table to shut you up. But that’s only if he’s really really mad. Otherwise he’ll just give you a look (to others it just looks like his neutral, polite smile— but you know better).

He has a horse crop that he regularly uses. Paddles, canes, small whips, etc. He doesn’t use his hands to hit but he does use them to grab you and yank you around. A tight hand in your hair— pulling so hard that your scalp burns. Or to grab you by the jaw to make you face him. Or to shove your head into a wall and press your face against it until it’s sore (though he prefers not to leave any marks on your face).

It’s all to set you straight. Stop resisting him, stop talking to other men, stop trying to run off, stop behaving so poorly in public— you’re his partner and you represent him now, as well as The Family. If you just listened— just gave in and accepted his teachings and his affections— then he wouldn’t have to punish you like this.

And for poor reader it’s torture. It’s like you’re walking on eggshells every second of the day, bending over backwards to please him, even when he isn’t around his servants are perched somewhere out of sight and watching you. You become terrified of stepping out of line, even the smallest mistake leaves you shaking like a leaf at the thought of punishment. It really fucks you up. It almost feels like you regress mentally, you freeze up and tears immediately prick at your eyes, you begin to tremble and your lips quiver but no sounds come out. If you do this freeze response in public, Sunday apologizes to the people and excuses the both of you (writes it off as a panic attack or a sudden flare up of illness, and that he must attend to you. His guests are moved by his devotion); and your heart sinks because you know what’ll happen once you’re both alone and you want to run but there are people watching and it’ll only make Sunday more upset. The closer you get to your room the more violent your trembling becomes. You might stumble as a result but Sunday is already two steps ahead of you and he wrings his hand around your arm and drags you along.

You can babble out apologies and beg for forgiveness but it doesn’t matter— he’s already shoving you into the room and locking the door—

It’s excruciatingly painful, and he deals out punishment with unrelenting resolve. He’ll have you bend over the bed while he deals out the blows. If you try to block them with your hands he’ll tie them up— and if you continue to resist he’ll completely restrain you. It’s hard and fast and he makes you count. It’s humiliating and painful— like a white hot iron lashing against your skin. He doesn’t mind the sobbing but when you start screaming he winds his hand into your hair and shoves your face into the the bed to muffle it. On really really bad days (usually after an escape attempt) he’ll whip you until your skin splits under the cane.

Then afterwards he’ll kick your feet apart and screw you— the writhing of your body and your sobs from earlier really got him worked up. And as it’s still punishment he doesn’t really try to make it good for you. It feels like a nail being hammered into you, sharp— but the pain is still duller than the whipping. Nonetheless your body still reacts, and it jerks away from his erratic thrusts but he yanks at your hair and pulls you back onto him. You try to just let it happen but it hurts— and your body seizes up from the painful intrusion.

Sunday will be in your ear throughout all of this— telling you how you deserve it, how he loves you, how you broke his heart when he came home and you were gone, how he’ll make you into something better, how good you feel, how he doesn’t want you to leave— he won’t allow it. He tells you that he’ll forgive you for this slight, that is if you accept what it takes to earn it.

Once everything’s over, you’re completely shattered. Everything’s blurry and your ears are ringing and you can barely making out the fuzzy colors in your vision— or anything in your surroundings for that matter. Sunday pets your head (hair matted and tangled from sweat and his constant pulling), his hands are gentle and loving. It takes you a while to finally come back, but Sunday is patient. He coos at you, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head and your damp cheeks, tells you that you did such a wonderful job enduring everything, and that he hopes you’ll be better after this so he doesn’t have to do it again. Tells you that he loves you.

He welcomes you when you finally sob into his lap and blubber our apologies and promises that you’ll never leave again. You’re so tired, it hurts to move, it feels like you’ve been gutted of everything you have. Sunday embraces you, and he is so incredibly tender with you afterwards. The affection and softness is addicting, and you can’t help but allow yourself to fall into it after all the pain.

OMG ANON!!! you're speaking my language and your writing is so so divine!!

But, one, Sunday definitely got the mom glare, that makes you squirm, and he will give you that Pavlovian dog treatment, training you, breaking you. You're his little side project he take pleasure in creating.

After all, he's merely your shepherd, training his naughty sheep.

#concepts like these creep me the fuck out #but they are too addictive #hsr sunday #sunday x reader #honkai star rail #yandere sunday #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere #sunday

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Gosh i just loved your Sunday fic.. 😫

Im wondering what about a naive type darling? With so much isolation, it has made darling insecure. Darling thinks Sunday deserves a better woman and just ups and leaves Sunday when he isnt home. But ofc is soon found not long after 😋

ohhhh so personally i imagine this happening after sunday uses the harmony one too many times on poor reader…you never saw it coming, never would have thought sunday would hurt you despite being isolated for so long. any thoughts you had about escaping, even going outside to see friends, are obliterated. sunday becomes your whole world.

Yan!Sunday x Naive!Gn!Reader

You’ve been standing in front of Sunday’s door, fist raised and poised to knock, for twenty minutes now.

For what feels like the millionth time, you lower your hand, worrying your lip.

He’s been in there all day. Sunday is a busy man, his schedule constantly filled with meetings and Family affairs, but never too occupied that he would ignore you for an entire day.

Your mind fears the worst; even those initial days of being drowned in the Harmony, before you realized Sunday was trying to help you adjust to your life with him, is preferable to this. Did you do something wrong? Who is he in there with? Is he ignoring you?

Has he…grown tired of you?

The mere thought chills your heart and fills your veins with ice as you take a step back, inhaling sharply.

The wooden door before you is polished to a fault, bright enough that you can see your faint outline. It bitterly reminds you of how inferior you are compared to him, a mere speck of dust, a fleeting shadow on the wall.

You start to spiral. Surely Sunday, the most handsome and sought after man in Penacony, could have his pick of anyone—so why would he settle on you? Why did he bring you here, trap you in this mansion, keep you by his side, if only to throw you away in the end?

Did he never love you?

Why does that thought hurt you so much?

Heart pounding and tears blurring your vision, you quickly turn and flee, your knock forgotten.

~*~

It has long grown dark on the streets of the Golden Hour.

The normally bustling city is slumbering, the only light provided by the plethora of flashing billboards that never sleep. The few individuals you have passed are either drunks stumbling home or the stray Intellitron. You’ve been walking aimlessly for hours, wiping away tears and fruitlessly searching for a way to escape to reality.

After all your time mulling in your sadness and insecurities, you have come to the conclusion that you should relieve Sunday of his care of you. He’s much better off without you, or rather with a better individual than you. He should be dating royalty, a celebrity, an angel. The type of person who would have knocked on that door, would have strutted confidently into his office and sat directly into his lap to—

Another pair of footsteps echo behind you.

You almost don’t hear them at first, but you most definitely see the haloed shadow on the wall in front of you.

“And where do you think you’re going, (Y/n)?”

You immediately freeze, your breathing becoming erratic and shallow. His voice sends little butterflies pounding against your chest, begging to fly to him.

“Do you really think this pathetic attempt to escape would succeed?” A hand wraps around your waist, spinning you around to meet golden eyes rimmed in violet. You expect them to be filled with anger, perhaps even loathing, but you’re shocked to discover they are brimming with nothing but thinly veiled panic.

His grip tightens when you don’t respond immediately. “Answer me, (Y/n).” His voice cracks as he says your name again. “Where have you been?”

Words clog in your throat. “I—I thought—you were—you didn’t want—”

“I’ve been searching everywhere for you. You weren’t thinking. I believed we had moved beyond your futile attempts to leave, that you understood that you are mine—”

“But what if I don’t deserve to be yours!”

The two of you freeze in the wake of your outburst. His breath hitches as you lower your head and whisper softly, “I thought you stopped loving me the same as I love you.”

For once, you’ve caught Sunday off guard. His beautiful gaze widens in shock as he truly takes in your form—shivering, tears rolling down your cheeks, nails digging into your palms—and realizes his mistake.

You left because you thought he didn’t want you.

The mere idea baffles him. Standing before him is the most beautiful individual he has ever seen. Every fiber of his being screams for him to lock you in a birdcage and throw away the key—you are a precious treasure, meant to sing only for him. He has created you to be the perfect devotee in his very image.

And all of his efforts have succeeded, because you said you loved him.

His anger and fear immediately melt into softness as he holds your face between both hands, his forehead lowered to press against yours. “Oh, darling, no. You cannot fathom the adoration I harbor for you, the multitude of praises I wish to preach each day in your name.”

His voice takes on a nearly holy reverence, but his eyes shine with an untamed desire. “There is nowhere you belong except for by my side. Finding you missing this evening nearly tore my heart out. You must never venture out again, do you understand, my precious dove?”

You sniff and lean into his touch, a smile parting the river of your tears. Yes, that’s right. That’s what the Harmony said before, too: your purpose is to please Sunday, to serve Sunday, to live for Sunday.

Why would you ever doubt his love?

Why would you ever want to leave him? What a silly idea.

You think you feel a tiny pull at the back of your mind, a hook that wants to tether you to reality. But a quick slash of a knife severs the line, leaving you floating in a sea of multicolored bliss.

“I’ll never doubt you again, Sunday. I love you.”

Sunday’s lips curl into a smirk as he lifts your chin and examines the rainbows dancing in your eyes. “I love you, too, (Y/n).”

#ohhhh be still my heart!!!!! #yanderes like him just hit that sweet spot for me #yandere sunday #yandere sunday x reader #yandere sunday x you #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere #yandere headcanons #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere imagines #yandere male #honkai star rail imagines #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #sunday hsr #hsr sunday #sunday

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I am not in the VTuber space but why did everyone suddenly stop talking about Vox and those other dudes, what happened?? They were everywhere a few months ago but now they're just gone, can some fill me in, give me all the tea ☕

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