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justanotherloser-butinagayway · 2 years

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ben: so... what’s going on?

bill: you want the long version or the short version?

mike, hesitantly: the short one, i guess?

richie: shit’s fucked

stan: well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation

#day 1 of bill and richie being a chaotic duo #while ben mike and stan watch #bev's also part of their disaster trio #eddie switches around wuth watching richie look stupid and following him around and evntually also looking stupid #ok actual tags #richie tozier #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanley uris #losers brainrot #it 2017 #it incorrect quotes

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suiana · 5 months

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(yandere! cringe loser harem x gn! asshole reader) (shitpost)

you were an asshole and you knew it. yet, something about you just manages to pull people in... which is why you were currently in this situation.

LOSER #1: we are in 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓⛓️🥀

LOSER #2: our hearts yearn for more :(

LOSER #3: you don't want to mess with us 👿

YOU: u all r so cringe what the fuck

you facepalm at their messages, face twisting in mild disgust. you had met these losers on a discord server and they were simping for you the second you sent a message.

they were so damn cringe, like pre pubescent boys that were rejected and turned emo to cope with the heartbreak. constantly quoting sad lyrics, trying to be 'cool' and stuff like that...

and you decided to give them a chance.

why? well it was because you thought it would be funny and you were bored. i mean, some loser men wanted your attention and you were willing to give it... so why not?

it's not like they were going to do anything else anyways. other than simp and beg you for attention, right? and if they did you'd just doxx them and break their hearts.

LOSER #2: we are only cringe for you ❤️

LOSER #1: 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ⛓️🥀

YOU: what do chains n roses have to do with this

LOSER #1: 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌

LOSER #2: saviour please just be with us :(

LOSER #3: you don't want to see us mad...

seriously, they were just so damn cringe... but yet, you couldn't help but allow them a fraction of your time.

YOU: ohhh so scary 💀💀💀

LOSER #3: yes we are

YOU: 💀💀💀

LOSER #2: you look really attractive in your pyjamas...

what?

you immediately jump out of bed, looking out of your window as you squint. you try looking around for anyone who might've been looking into your window but to no avail.

what the hell? was he actually stalking you? i mean, you knew this loser had a bit of a history with stalking but...

YOU: what the hell r u actually here

YOU: pls say ur joking or i will block

LOSER #1: are you worried? don't worry, 𝖜𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ⛓️🥀

LOSER #3: yeah as long as you don't anger us...

you narrow your eyes at their messages, slamming your laptop shut as you call up your friends. what the hell, these losers were taking their joking too far... or maybe it's just karma for all the kids you bullied in roblox meepcity 💀

however, as soon as your friend accepted the call, you were met with the voice of someone unfamiliar.

"darling, you're so adorable when you're actually worried."

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere loser harem #yandere loser harem x reader #suiana brainrotting #suiana rambling

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saintels · 14 days

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𝜗𝜚 NSFW 18+

loser bestfriend ellie who all of a sudden turns into loser/sub top ellie after fucking you for the first time with the strap on she found in your closet.

she’s so fucking obsessed with the way you look when you bounce on her hips, nails tearing at her freckled skin as you string out the most beautiful sounds she thinks she’s ever heard anyone make in her entire life. her mouth drops open and she freezes as you fall into her, still trying to comprehend the whole thing as your face is buried in her neck, whimpering and gasping for your breath.

her hands tremble as they come up to wrap around you, long fingers tracing patterns into your skin in an attempt to calm you down.

she can’t fathom how needy you are or how you paw at her biceps in an attempt to get her to move her hips because you ‘feel so empty’. she can’t fathom the obsession you have of her that grows days after, constantly pressing against her or trying to get her alone or trying to be in her arms. she can’t fathom any of it except the part where she knows she’s fucking loving it.

#queued #𝜗𝜚 brainrot #i love sub top ellie #and loser bf ellie #anyways #ellie williams #smut #x reader #wlw #wlw smut #ellie williams smut #the last of us #lesbian

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konigsblog · 3 months

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Your Loser!König and Loser!Reader post has sent my thoughts spiraling. Imagining them doing their usual teasing of one another, but it’s getting hot and steamy this time. At this point, you’re both just grinding against each other. The grinding turns into you two just getting off of each other. One of you ends up cumming in your pants, and afterwards there is just a visible stain there, making it obvious. Now, you’re both just sat there awkwardly in silence while staring at each other, not really knowing what to say like 👁️👄👁️.

loser!reader cumming in their panties after a rough teasing match... :(

(gonna right both versions... könig cummin’ in his pants, and reader cummin’ in their panties. :3)

cw: teasing, mentions of könig & reader being virgins, female anatomy (but gender neutral titles), talk of könig harassing people + being a jerk.

könig version. (coming soon)

(photo credit: bettybrenders3d)

you couldn't help it. :(

you swear, and promise that you didn't mean for it to become so sexual, but the friction and the hard feeling of his stiff bulge against your virgin, inexperienced cunt was all too much for poor, sweet you...

you're both virgins, having not lost your virginity yet, feeling humiliated and embarrassed in comparison to others your age. you both felt like total losers – and perhaps you were, with könig harassing women, shaming them for being ‘prudes’, and you being a total social reject, a loner without könig.

könig and you enjoy taunting each other, trying to rile one another up, by grinding back and forth against one another constantly, never usually going any further. but, this time, it became sexual a little too fast... with you gripping könig's broad shoulders firmly, and könig getting cuteness aggression and holding your face so tightly with a big, cheesy grin plastered on his stupid face, bucking and jerking his hips while you nuzzled your warm crotch against him.

you both became breathless, eyes half-lidded and full of lust, your swollen pussy glistening, your orgasm rupturing through you suddenly and abruptly. it happened so quickly, you didn't even realise, neither did könig, ‘til he sees the large wet patch against his beige jeans, his eyes wide, giggling and teasing you while you become bashful, still dizzy from your pathetic orgasm...

#orla speaks #loser könig brainrot...™️#konig x you #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig x you #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig mwii #könig smut #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig #konig smut

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silkscream · 5 months

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choso is like. the weirdest guy around. like a little loser outcast that you find ugly-hot at first. that specific flavor of quiet coworker that the rest of the staff shares rumors with you about. he's a satanist, he put a kid in the hospital in high school, he steals the neighborhood cats for witchcraft. you know it's all bullshit.

he's probably harmless. it's why he's so quiet, you think. probably got bullied as a kid -- a trailer trash baby without parents. looks a little out of it all the time, hazy dark eyes brooding.

something about him always has you drawn to his presence. magnetic air. he never looks at you for more than a few seconds, always snapping away his gaze like he'd just touched a hot stove. you can't tell if he's got some kind of skin condition from the way his eyes are always tinged, blush on the thin skin underneath his dark lashes. red like cut flesh.

the first time you talk to him, it's to bum a cigarette, and it's mostly an experiment. you want to gauge his aura. you've dreamt about how his eyes would look on you after he strips you down.

the way he looks at you is like a shark breaching the shore. he reeks of parliaments and incense. wet soil.

"you look dumb with that fucking birthmark," you drawl, leaning on the alley wall.

he scoffs, flicking ash onto your shoes. "i was cursed by a witch, you know."

"gonna kill every girl you kiss or something cliche like that?"

he steals the cig from your mouth, smirking at the way your plump lips turn up into a pout. his fingers hook in between them, index finger poking your tongue.

"you wanna find out?"

#choso x reader #i woke up with choso brainrot idk #i just think that hes a fun little guy. like a gregg araki character #any weirdo pseudo-goth from a 90s movie tbh like look at him... he's a loser virgin who doesn't know how to talk to girls so he just #talks in cryptic riddles #ok bye #ree.jjkdrabbles #jjk x reader

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coeurify · 8 months

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vampire!ellie who begs for just one taste of your blood, so needy for it that she’s pressing her nose into your neck and whining, damn near drooling at the smell of you. she’s all like. :((( “please,, jus’ one taste.. promise it wont hurt.”

#halloween brainrot #shes a loser even as a vampire plx understand #ellie williams #give rinie the mic ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝#vampire!ellie williams

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bbonnenuit · 6 months

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The Smiths.

notes: chrollo is yandere, although the fic is lighthearted. the biggest warning is the fact that chrollo looks like he'd listen to the smiths /j, another bigger warning is that reader is an avid the smiths hater. im not tho, all for fun. female reader.

“Daydreaming again, I see?”

It would be a lie to say that Chrollo’s voice isn’t at the slightest bit pleasant to hear. It’s soft and smooth, but accompanied with a confident low timbre that you think might be the source of it’s charm.

You often wish you both don’t share a language to speak over, so whatever he speaks would be foreign yet pleasant gibberish in your ears. And maybe you’d be able to close your eyes and sleep. You’d be able to treat him as the background noise of some radio host talking about something as mundane as today’s newest dramas.

You don’t find the need to chase the impossible ideal this time. One doesn’t need to be a linguist expert in order to know no malice or warning is present in his voice, though one might need a bachelor’s degree and over four decades of experience in psychology to know he truly means nothing behind his calm demeanor.

You sign yourself to a fate you’re unsure of, and though it’s foolish, there’s nothing you can do anyway. You’re stuck with him, in a moving four-wheeled compartment, that’s also stuck in traffic.

“The music’s good.” Is all you say, and he hums in understanding.

Silence falls over the two of you again.

You almost brought back the colorful reverie you were in before he decided to interject, until he reached for his phone to change the music. Oh, bluetooth, the convenient technology you are. His phone is located on the right of his steering wheel, far away from your reach. If he had reached for the audio system you would’ve been (maybe) able to slap his hand away.

“Hm, I’d rather you pay attention to me.” The lilt in his voice is unmistakable. And you almost gag, was that an attempt in flirting? Blegh.

“I’ll just stare at the cars,” Headlights and astigmatism can make a good duo, you remind yourself.

Chrollo hums again, You can almost laugh, so being stuck in your own daydreams and practically doing nothing is unacceptable, but staring at cars is alright?

You stare at a car, observing the way the light that emits from it’s headlights become blurry in your sights, they almost take shape of stars in your opinion.

So you set your sights on a particularly small black car in front of you, must be a Toyota or Avanza or something. You can’t tell, it’s got four wheels and headlights, so it’s a car. You could care less about what it is. That is why you weren’t all so interested when Chrollo took you a look into his….Rolls… Rolls what? Oh, right, Rolls Royce. It’s a fancy one, you can tell. He was exuding quite an air of importance when he was leading you towards the high-end vehicle located in the restaurant’s parking lot, there were some on-lookers around that spot that expressed interest at the car. It means something when even people of the middle-upper class are showing interest.

Whatever ego that had probably swelled within Chrollo must’ve popped like a balloon, or so you hope, because you did nothing more than give him a thumbs up before letting yourself in the passenger’s seat. You also didn’t miss the way he was preparing to tell you about the car’s compartments and specialties that made it cost years of labor. Ah, you’re certain he didn’t gain this vehicle from labor, though.

Fancy car or not, everyone’s equally stuck in this traffic.

Fancy car or not, doesn’t determine that the song played inside the compartment is free from your judgment or not.

“What song is this? You ask, although you know the answer. You somehow need an assurance that he is lucid.

“Please, please, please, by The Smiths.” He says, pleasant with his song of choice.

What an ironic song and artist of choice.

It’s harder to hide in a cackle than a scowl, you’d almost forgotten. Any voice you let out threatens to come out as sharp laughter and any breathe you intake threatens to become a wheeze. You could hardly contain yourself.

“Oh…” Is all you say before pausing, afraid anything else you will say will turn into a rowdy session of laughter. Unsure if you should speak further or not. But the inquisitive look he offers you somehow serves as a push rather than something that usually wants you to further seal your lips shut in fear you would say the wrong thing and earn his silent ire. It’s far, far harder to hide a cackle than a scowl, but months of training yourself to hide certain expressions whenever Chrollo is around has paid off. “What about Frank Sinatra?”

Chrollo smiles. Is he delighted that you find interest in one of his favorite artists? Though he’s never said it outloud, every long night drive has its silence filled with at least one Frank Sinatra song.

“Would you rather I change the song, dear?” He offers. And you would say yes, but this is one of the rare, rare moments where you are given the opportunity to take a jab at him. Although it’s nothing as deadly as anything a leader of the Phantom Troupe has faced, you won’t kill him or even hurt him for very long. But you are willing to do anything, at this point.

You feign the most pleasant voice you can muster, “Hm… That’s not really what I meant. I just didn’t think you’d listen to The Smiths.”

He lets out a small laugh, “Really? I have always listened to older songs around you, I suppose. I wouldn't say I like it… Hm, but it’s an interesting band.”

So he does like it!

“Why do you think so?” You inquire further before adding, “Do you like this song a lot?”

“Are you intending to interview me, (Name)?” Chrollo cocks his eyebrow, but it is only meant to tease you.

“Must’ve picked it up from someone.” A relentless pursuit, you press on further, “Okay though, but answer my question.”

Silence falls over him, as if he were in his own state of thinking so deeply, but you know it’s mainly a pretense. Whatever he wishes to say after, you know it must’ve been something he had thought of before. In any other situation, this silence often serves as to let a dreadful situation simmer in your mind. But this time… Ah, you’re quite unsure.

Chrollo finally speaks, “I’ll answer you of course.” The smile he gives you is anything but nice when you are very much aware of the condemnation those same lips bring you, “On the condition you’d kiss me after.”

“Okay.” To his surprise, you agreed rather quickly. If that’s the sacrifice you need to make, then so be it. A kiss to soothe his soon-to-be sour, scorned face!

He is satisfied, you can tell. He puts his elbow against the steering wheel, resting his face against his palm. “I don’t know why you’re suddenly interested, whatever designs you have in your head… Hm, I’ll know of it soon.”

No one fucking asked damn. You internally deadpanned, impatience is gnawing at your throat. He reminds you of how you’d write your essays when you have to reach a certain minimum word count by relentlessly dragging around a topic and beating around a bush so much that you end up writing a novel rather than an assignment. Ah… To make him anything alike to you doesn’t sound very right. Whatever, you digress.

Chrollo finally, finally starts. And you’re excited, elated, jovial- ah every synonym of the word happiness comes into mind. You can put any thesaurus at shame by now. “I remember the first time we met, you called me something of a hopeless romantic. At that time, I had only laughed because I found the sentiment rather off. Such nonsense. Me? An idealist of love? Love has always been a tool for me. You could only dream.”

You cut to the chase,“Mhm, although you’ve found a contradiction because you actually enjoy those sappy songs right? Okay, what’s next?”

“You know me very well (You smile, excited). But that's not all (you frown, deflated).” Sweet, saccharine drips off of his voice. “I’ve never paid attention to such things, not for myself at least. I don’t ‘relate’ to those kinds of songs. But ever since I met you, it felt as if the world had shifted for me.”

He doesn’t stop, and for once you are glad he isn't, “My world has shifted and taken a hole in itself, one that has been carved into the shape of you.”

It is interesting how he is able to muse so freely about you, in front of you. Where is the shame and decorum?

“And I do quite like this song, in all honesty.” His gaze meets yours, and grey eyes bore into your soul. “It really does remind me of the one I love so dearly.”

Please, please, please, let me get what I want… Those lyrics loop in your head over and over again. You should be sick with the abundance of affection he has for you that makes you seethe. And you would claw at the leather seats, avert your gaze, and try to block him out as much as you can. But tonight, you feel fucking amazing.

You can barely handle it.

“Dude, come on,” Your voice is off by an octave and you swear you can burst. Chrollo on the other hand finds satisfaction melting off of his face over the term being used to refer to him, outright calling him a bastard or a monster might be better. You make it a mental note to call him ‘dude’ more. “The Smiths is for losers.”

…

“Pardon?’

“The Smiths is for losers.” You repeat yourself before adding, “It’s for guys who can’t get any, for guys who waddle in sadness for something they can’t get, guys who are always up their own ass. Condescending guys who are secretly insecure, manipulative guys, guys who play guitar and get sad then do weed…” You are kind enough to give a long-winded further explanation. Chrollo does not share the same sentiment.

Chrollo’s countenance seems unchanging at first, but it is not a waste, for you saw a split second of confusion, then something of offense written on his face before it smoothes out into the uncannily still expression he always wears. His lips open, then close, as if he’s mulling over an answer.

“Are you insinuating I am that type of person, dearest?’

"I mean if the shoe fits...? Well, what do you think?"

He sighs like it’s obvious, “That you made the wrong accusation over baseless data.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything!” You hold your hands up in mock defense, “Just telling you something everyone kind of agrees on. Things don’t have to be written in numbers or books… Sometimes it’s just a consensus. Everyone and their mom agrees on it."

You are relentless tonight, so you continue again though Chrollo prompts nothing from your newfound talkative nature tonight, something you’re sure he would actually love in a different situation.

“These are the kind of guys girls avoid you know? People call it something of a warning. Like, ‘avoid guys who listen to The Smiths’. I don’t mean to generalize or anything, but guys who listen to songs like that don’t end up to be very well in the head. And I also don’t mean to believe rumors but… Well…” You cough awkwardly, but it’s meant to deliver an unspoken message you know will only further test his ire. But you think you have had enough fun for tonight, you don’t wish to turn the night sour for you after all.

…Or so you thought.

“So I’m just trying to say that you should treat me a little better, you know what I mean? I’m putting up with a lot” Everything you say here are meant to be a 50% insult, 30% jab, and 20% jokes. But the last thing you said, you can’t lie and say that you hope he’d take further thought on that. You yearn to hopefully be able to get out of the hotel room that serves as your grandiose cage more, and when you do, you aren’t being watched by an unknown amount of eyes that you know trail on to you by the shadows. That is all you wish for, really. That is to say, you can only wonder what his standards are for ‘treating you better’.

Ah, the smile he has on his face is different from before. This one is a sign that your fun is coming to a quick halt.

“So that’s what you’re getting at? Resourceful little minx you are.”

Why is he sounding so delighted over your insults, is he a masochist? Is he stupid? It’s your turn to cock your eyebrow.

“Have you enticed me in this long-winded conversation simply because you wanted to be treated a little better? And the way you had agreed so quickly to that kiss… " He puts a hand to his chest, a mockery of an apology. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to be so blind to your need for affection. You've gone through lengths to communicate your need, I'm very grateful."

You let out a humorless laugh, “Pardon?” He is just truly-! Argh, whatever! “Did you not hear anything else I said?” You make sure to enunciate your words properly, afraid he might have some sort of hearing problems, well he does and you’re certain it has a name. What was it again? Oh right, an unfortunate combination of delusion and selective hearing…

“I know you tend to turn a little childish when you can’t get what you want. That’s not a quality many men like either. So, be a little kinder to me, won’t you?”

“Women don’t usually like mass murderers either. Anyone in their right mind, actually.”

He hums, “That orange container of pills by your nightstand says otherwise. Not the best defense, try again?”

“You'd have some too, you just don't have any because you don't go to therapy."

“Hm, keeping up that attitude won’t make me kiss you any sooner.”

“Then I’ll gladly keep this attitude!”

Unfortunately you don’t. You’re angry enough to have the energy to spew a million insults at lightspeed against him, but too angry to form a coherent thought that you’re certain would give him a decent jab. And to be frank, you’re rather spent. When you (reluctantly) asked Chrollo what time it was, thankfully he gave you a proper response. A quick tap of his phone showed that it was two and a half hours above your usual bedtime. The clothes you have aren’t the most comfortable either, while it’s not short they certainly expose areas where the wind would have too much fun dancing over.

Traffic is clearing as you can see the hotel you are both staying in come into view. You relax at the sight. You can almost feel the warm bath you will be soaking yourself in, what scent will you choose tonight? Rosemary, lavender… Ah, you can smell them already. You prompt to close your eyes for a moment of rest, but you find yourself sleeping on the rest of the way back.

You feel fingers combing your locks stirring you awake, they’re Chrollo’s, obviously. Although you are half conscious, you recognize that scent of sandalwood and amber anywhere, as much as you’re ashamed to admit it.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Chrollo asks, and you murmur something in between a noise of annoyance and a ‘no’. He chuckles at this sight. “Alright then.”

He gives a soft peck on your lips, it’s warm. You almost lean in when the warmth of his lips leave yours, this half-conscious state gives him a moment of your vulnerability he has set his eyes on, the one he relentlessly pursues after so much. But you know that even when he has a grasp at your vulnerability, it won’t stop him from digging for more. Greedy, ruthless man that he is, he will never stop.

“You are absolutely precious, you know that? Even if your mouth tends to run without care” Is that condescension or admiration in his voice? Pity, you can’t tell in the state you are in. You’re drunk from the lack of sleep and the future victory you have in mind.

“Before I answer that…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, Chrollo merrily leans in closer to hear you. Your lips ghost by the shell of his ear…

…

“Name five songs from The Smiths. Are you like an actual fan or is it just FOMO?”

He just sighs.

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l13 · 10 months

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i love all the writing you’ve done on jonathan ohnn/the spot ITS AMAZING

but i just know that pre-collider spot is such a pervert towards reader like stalking her on social media legit screenshotting her posts and saving them to his phone… you post one picture of you in a bikini AND HES CUMMING IN HIS PANTS that man would do anything for you just to go out on one date with him or even notice him. (which i mean reader can clearly notice him by the way he always stares at her while at work, she just knows him as the “weird guy” at alchemax)

i'm gonna lose my miiiiiiiind

tw: LAZY WRITINGGG, f!reader, pervert!jonathan, m!masturbation, not proofread (it's 2am pls)

Not only is he stalking your socials daily, he's surprised when you greet him one day at work. He waves at you, but it's so awkward that he cringes.

He only goes at work outings just to see you all dressed up. He's glad that the places they go to are always packed, and that his blatant staring isn't obvious. He's literally sitting at the bar, alone, watching as you dance- a shy grin on his face as he sees you laugh with your head thrown back. Fuck, you were gorgeous.

If you guys ever worked on the same project while at the lab, he'd absolutely be losing his shit internally. He's seriously PANICKING.

Keeps side eyeing you as he pretends to work, but he really can't concentrate with you being in arms-reach at all times. Your perfume is clouding his brain, and he thinks that he needs to find out what brand it is and buy it, IMMEDIATELY. You say his name suddenly and his head snaps up to you as you start talking to him about smth work-related. Jonathan is nodding along to your words even though he's not hearing a single thing that's coming out of your mouth. He's too busy staring at the way your lips move as you talk.

"-but I don't know if that would be a good idea. What do you think?"

"Huh- 'm sorry what?" he's swallowing around nothing as he watches you chuckle softly, shaking your head, and he's scrambling to find something to say- throwing up a lame excuse of having a headache, anything to justify him acting like a caveman.

Literally replays the whole 3 second of this interaction in his head when he's home, and curses himself for being so pathetic.

The next day when he's still stuck working alongside you, (not that he minds in the slightest, it's just really, really hard for him to get any work done) you're invading his personal space, wanting to grab some papers that were left on his desk, and instead of going around him, you stretch and grab them from right next to him, and he swears he felt your tits brush against his arm-

that night he, once again, replays that day's interaction in his head, but this time he's whimpering while thinking about it, trying to remember the way you felt pressed against his arm even if it was for mere seconds.

He can't help but lower his briefs guiltily, biting his lip at the sight of his painfully hard cock. He wraps a hand around himself, closing his eyes shut, his mind immediately conjuring an image of you naked and panting for him-

"Fuh-fuck. Please fuck me, baby. Want y'so bad, shit-"

❥ weeks later ->

this might sound dumb BUT what if he's showing you smth on his phone and he goes to close the app, but when he does his social media is pulled up right next to that, your profile on display. Cold dread washes over him in a MILLISECOND, and he's yanking his hand back and away from you, closing all apps in lightning speed.

You're stunned, obviously. You wouldn't have thought anything of it, i mean checking someone's social media is not weird after all- but the way he reacted? That spoke volumes. And satisfaction pulls at your belly when you watch this man literally fight for his life. He's stuttering, readjusting his glasses constantly, even when he doesn't need to. And you're just sitting there watching him, trying to hide your smile by biting your lip softly.

"Jonathan.. d'you have anything to say to me?"

"What? N-no! Why would I?"

you shrug, "I dunno. You tell me,"

"Just, y'know.. I thought about following you since we work together 'n all..."

you hum, looking at him through your eyelashes, not believing him for a second, "Did you like my pictures?"

"What?!"

"You heard me,"

"Uh.. y-yeah. They were really nice."

Jonathan freezes when you scoot closer to him, one hand falling to his thigh "Yeah? S that what you do for fun, Jonathan? Stalk my profile?"

"No!-"

you click your tongue, leaning in to graze his ear with your teeth and he's shivering "Tell me the truth."

"Fuck... I.." his pretty lashes flutter when you squeeze his plush thigh, your hand inching dangerously close to his bulge-

You wait four more seconds, and when he still doesn't answer, your hand falls on the outline of his cock, and you're squeezing him over his pants. He moans, and you have to clamp a hand over his mouth to silence him bc of how loud he was. You were still at work, after all.

"Answer me, baby." you mutter against his jaw, and his eyes roll back as he whimpers, the sound muffled by your palm.

"Mffyesh- I do, fuck, I look at you all the damn time-"

You coo at that, starting to rub him over his pants "Yeah? I bet you touch yourself to my pictures too.. God, you're disgusting."

he nearly sobs, "I am, I am-! M sorry, just want you so bad- Please, I'm sorry- You're perfect, I couldn't help it,"

#so sorry abt how lazy and badly written this is #the weirdest thing is me writing this while listening to bardcore #aka witcher soundtracks LMFAOO #pathetic losers are my weakness<3333 #•ूᡣ𐭩 — spot #the spot brainrot #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn x reader

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(yandere! loser x gn! dancer reader)

"no."

"no?! what do you mean no?!"

the male pouts at you from the ground, looking up as he hugs your feet. you merely narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arm over your chest as you frown at him

"I'm not going to dance on you. you'll get injured."

"well yeah, that's the whole point."

you roll your eyes at his words, kicking his arms away as you go back to practising your dance routine. you tune out the loser's whines, ignoring the way he started rolling everywhere around the ground while complaining about how you're too kind.

god damn it, you just wanted a peaceful dance practice for once.

#suiana's sinners #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere loser #yandere loser x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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