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garbagi · 2 years

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eu doida maluca varrida pela jennie assim

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jooeunw · 1 year

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jensoo twt layouts >_<

headers by me !

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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Mahito

TW: slight NSFW, degradation, dehumanization, Stockholm Syndrome, Mahito in and of himself, platonic to romantic yandere

fem reader

Mahito makes it a point to treat you like an animal – his human pet.

Ever since he first took you. The cage, the collar, the petting, and the treats.

Most of the time, when he talks to you, he acts as though you’re incapable of understanding complex conversation, using only a few words and simple commands – a smile stretching his face, stroking your head when you do good. Other times, he acts as though he’s forgotten you can even speak at all. The worst part is – you don’t really know whether he’s faking or not.

He takes you for walks and plays with you – letting you off the leash for a game of hide´n´seek in the forest where he chases you down barefoot – he doesn’t really care about the rules or that he’s breaking the basic premise of the game. He just laughs, liking the way you pant and wince against the mossy floor after he’s hunted and tackled you down for the umpteenth time, sweaty while you beg him to take you home with teary eyes and puffy cheeks. Home – being where he keeps you.

You used to refuse, you used to run away and fight him when he caught you – with scratching and clawing and biting and barking, but you soon learned to behave. He told you he had no use for rabid pets and threatened you with transfiguration, warning you not to bore him, and ultimately – after having seen him twist enough people into mockeries – you stopped doing much more than obey.

You’re constantly blue with bruises and stinging from scratches – but you wash in the hot springs when Mahito brings you along – soaking your aching muscles in the warmth while he cheats in playing Marco Polo, sneaking a peak and tagging you with a laugh – awfully resembling that of a child. You swear you often have to shake the feeling of mothering him out of your head before doing something regrettable.

Other times, he’ll take you to the beach. You asked him once how it was possible, but he’d just booped your nose with a smile and told you it was something you wouldn’t be able to wrap your little head around – and, looking towards the horizon of the never-ending sea, inside what you could have sworn was a concrete building, you couldn’t help but agree with him.

Sometimes you see his friends and hide behind him. He thinks it funny and excuses you, laughing out that you’re shy. And you suppose he’s right.

You used to be shy around him, too. You don’t know when you accepted it – being his pet.

Lately, he’s been inviting you to sleep with him in his hammock instead of your cage. And everything except your left brain betrays you as you lie snug against his side, with his arm softly holding you around your midriff. He’s so warm, and your whole body feels cottony at the pleasantness of another’s embrace after having gone so long without it. Actually, you almost cry, resting your head atop the rise and fall of his chest, closing your eyes to the steady beat of his heart thumping just beneath your ear. In the moment, you even forget he isn’t human. It just feels nice.

You don’t even mind when he dances his fingers up your arm in ticklish touches. Instead, you nuzzle into him with something so vulnerable as a moan leaving your lips.

His eyes travel from reading the pages of his book to the blissful look on your face and the way your smaller hand grips his tunic – but he doesn’t make much of it aside from raising a brow.

He’s seen scenes like this at the theatre – sappy love stories Junpei used to cry his eyes out over – awkward teenagers in dark silent bedrooms and clothes on the floor, then kisses and hugs and naked flesh and sweat and heavy breaths and moaning. He can’t deny it makes him curious despite never having felt any personal need to truly understand any of it. It's a human thing after all.

Your warmth makes him wonder, though. He’s always enjoyed the soft feel of your skin on his fingertips, whether you’re trembling or not – it has an interesting texture – warm and doughy. He could imagine it would feel good pressed against his body, too.

Without a word, he tugs your shirt up your torso, pulling on it until you raise your arms and allow him to remove it entirely. You became a little tense then, hiding your naked chest from him by folding your arms.

He takes off his tunic just as casually, and you don’t understand it, but suddenly you feel a little blushy. But you don’t say anything – almost as though you’ve forgotten you can speak just the way he pretends.

His skin’s ashen and pale – but his torso is just like a normal guy’s – toned with muscles, two nipples, and a belly button. Oh, and stitches. Like a patchwork.

He lifts his arm, and you take the cue, laying down again – now skin to skin. He’s even warmer now, you note – and something about the feel of bare skin makes your head hot. And you can't help how that heat spreads between your thighs – but you keep it to yourself.

He lifts his book and begins reading it again, turning the pages with the same hand he holds it up with. But his free hand travels from resting on your hip to your chest.

You suppress a shudder by biting your lip, and he cups your tit with absentminded curiosity – paying you not a glance while his eyes lazily skim the words in front of him, giving your breast a firm squeeze.

He keeps track of your small shufflings despite you trying to keep them to yourself – charting what touches elicit your reactions. Soon, he finds your nipple, feeling it stiffen with yearning beneath his thumb, pushing it like a button only for it to bud out again. You stifle a sound he hasn’t heard from you before.

He reads his book finished, then lets it drop flat on the floor beneath you. His statement is like a resolution. “Let’s play a new game.”

You peek up at him from the nook of his arm. “Game?” You ask, but he's already maneuvering your body despite it causing an unsteady swing in the hammock.

He ignores both it and your question. Giving you those very curt commands one would say to a trained pet. “Up on my lap.”

You follow. “Okay-”

You’re straddling him next. Bare-chested while he lifts both hands to cup each tit.

You’re fully flushed now, face steadily getting dewy from the heat as you look away – bowing your head off to the side with your teeth sunk into your lip.

He’s playing. Groping the pillows with fingers now swallowed in the fat before releasing again, twisting the perky nips with eyes feeling a little foggy at the sight. His mouth suddenly waters, thinking about how it looks as though they were made to be eaten – no, not eaten exactly, but something else, something similar...

Indulging the thought, he leans in and envelopes the sensitive things between his lips, sucking on them with his warm wet tongue circling and flicking the point.

Old instincts resurface at the pleasant feeling and you grind your hips down on his lap without thinking.

He falls victim to it, too – taking your hips in both hands while grinding whatever it is that’s gaining weight between his thighs up into that place between yours.

The feeling is more than nice, forcing his entire body to be both mellow and tense with a hunger for more all at the same time.

He presses his face entirely against your chest, nuzzling between the soft mounds there with his cheek. Hands slipping from your hips to pull you closer and grind you harder down on his lap, slithering his arms around the small of your back and hugging you hard.

And you don’t want to think about how fucked up it is when you need it so badly – rolling your hips down, riding that bump you feel nudged against your crotch – like it's the only source of comfort you've had for months. You think about its size – it feels big – you can’t help but picture it – long and pale, probably with a curve and a sharp spine – fuck, you need it – want it pounding your guts, want his pelvis slapping against your clit as his fat cock shoves against your womb – filling you up with thick and filthy warmth-

You still with a shudder when you climax, breaths heavy and shaky. In the blind chase, you’d caressed his head and held it to your chest like a lover would, hugging him close with your body pressed flat against him.

He’s also panting, hot and damp huffs dewy against your skin.

There's something sticky in his pants… and he could have sworn your souls had merged there for a moment...

He’s never felt that before.

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angeliczuko · 30 days

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Fyodor headers!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Do not copy or plagiarise my works, please shoot me an ask for more :3

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 months

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— Yandere Xenomorph Masterlist

🔞 = NSFW

Platonic is stated first, then romantic.

PLATONIC:

None yet!

ROMANTIC:

None yet!

#yandere Xenomorph #xenomorph #kokeshi!!#yandere blog #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere alien #header belongs to alien covenant movie; 2017

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iicheeze · 1 year

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Genshin Concepts that I have in mind

have fun with them MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

genshin sagau except their literal Creator is a crybaby. A manipulative crybaby.

Yandere Alhaitham with a reader that is way too in love with cyno to even acknowledge his existence.

Yandere Abyss Prince Aether with a reader who's in a relationship with Dainsleif

Genshin Impact cast except its swapped and your a character in the game and theyre head over heels for you irl

Yandere Zhongli with an adepti reader who only signed a contract with him because of Havria, The God of Salt, is your teacher / master.

Genshin Impact Yandere Simulator AU where you are the senpai. Each nations with different stories, different yanderes and different rivals.

Genshin Impact except you were reborn as Teyvat. Each mobs and animals were nothing but kind to you. As they sensed that you are the World. And the World cannot be hurt, no matter any circumstance.

Genshin Impact except you're the rumored missing alchemist that received Divine Knowledge from the Gods of the Abyss.

Genshin Impact except you are a famous writer in Inazuma, your books always managing to find its way to popularity. With many fans from different nations admiring your creation and you as well.

Genshin Impact except you are Morax's apprentice, able to create mountains in a snap of a finger, but of course, you can make Mora out of your body.

#genshin sagau #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x you #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headers

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rialikesbts · 1 year

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Oppressive

Businessman!Hoseok × reader

Masterlist

"To say that I am astonished, is an understatement! Lord heavens! I may be the luckiest businessman to have such a successful young man wanting to do business with me!"

Your father says,not hiding his excitement. Had there been no one in the room, you were sure your father would have been dancing and jumping like a five year old.

You and your father were having dinner with his potential business partner, Jung Hoseok, the heir to Jung Associates. Hoseok was from one of the most powerful and rich families in Korea. He had studied business from the West and as soon as he got control of his father's company, he expanded it across the whole world, making his family more powerful than ever.

So when the young successful man said he was interested in having a partnership with your dad, who had a small yet successful business himself, your father was over the moon.

"Oh, but Mr.L/N, I never said I wanted to do business with you, I am only interested in doing it if you would accept one condition. "

Your father's and your breath hitched at the statement.

"Of course ! Mr. Jung. Anything you want." Your father said nervously.

"I want your daughter's hand in marriage".

Your eyes bulged out of your sockets. Yes, you were living in a century where daughters were supposed to be married off early and were trained their whole lives about how to treat their husbands.

You were eighteen years old, the perfect age for marriage and your father had already started looking for potential suitors.

You had known that your time to get married would eventually come,but you never expected it to be this soon.

"Young man," your father says, standing up. "You have made me the happiest father and man by asking me that question. You have my blessing for your marriage with my beloved daughter" .

Your father looked at you, his face telling you to stand up and accept Hoeseok's proposal.

" Excuse me" you say as you stood abruptly and left the room.

You enter the garden to get some fresh air. You were feeling stuffy inside the room and the green dress you wore made it harder to breathe as you were wearing a corset inside.

You stared at the moon for a while,regretting your misbehavior.

Father would be so upset.

Your mother had died giving birth to you and it was your father who clothed you, fed you and took care of you. He became your mother and your father.

And the time comes for you to repay him, you become selfish and run away?

Making up your mind, and pushing aside your selfish dream of 'marrying for love', you turn to go back into the dining room to apologize for causing a misunderstanding.

However, you were greeted with a gruesome sight.

Right on the ground in front of you was your cat, Mr. Whiskers, a huge scar on its stomach and traces of its dried blood on its body.

You panic, crouching down,shaking your cat, yelling out Mr.Whiskers again and again, only to be greeted by silence.

You start crying, holding Mr. Whiskers close to your chest.

"Such a crybaby you are."

A coat draped over your shoulders and you were met again with the handsome young man who was dining with you.

"It was you who made me do this,Lady Y/N.Your cat would have been alive had you not shown your selfish act in front of me in that dining room and angered me."

Your heart started beating crazily fast at the man's words.

"Now, if you don't want your precious father to end up in the same state as that cat, I suggest you come with me and decide our wedding date with your father, hmm?"

He says, a psychotic smile on his face, yet looking angelic as ever.

You nodded. You laid down Mr. Whiskers and covered it with a cloth.

Hoeseok offered you his hand, which you took to get up.

" As ladylike as ever, indeed you will not disappoint me." He says.

You mustered a smile and stood up to bow down to Hoseok.

" I will do my best to serve you."

You managed to stutter out.

"The colour green suits you. It's my favourite colour as well.Did you know that?" He asked.

You shook your head negatively.

"But I will keep it in mind, sir" you say, gulping and looking down.

He puts his hand under your chin and lifts your face up close to his.

"I'll have dresses made for you in every shade of green,whatever you want, you will have it. You just have to love me. That wouldn't be so hard to do, would it , my darling?"

"Of course not, sir! I already love you from the bottom of my heart and will try my best to please you as your wife."

Hoeseok smiled at your response , knowing he had broken you.

He offered you his arm, to which you immediately linked yours with, and led you to the dining room of your house, where your father awaited, to give him the news of his daughter's engagement.

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porquitita · 2 years

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and real men don't eat, 'cause they're above that, damn it

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kimjiho1 · 10 months

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Lavender headers

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cowboy-rosa · 3 months

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aquariano nAto 🐠🎣🍤🤑👾

#michael cera icons #weirdcore #weird layouts #icons macaquinho #tyler the creator icons #superbad layouts #superbad headers #yandere simulator #emoji layouts #random layouts #icons #michael cera layouts

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garbagi · 3 months

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nos mulheres que amamos intensamente

#headers #yandere simulator headers #yandere simulator #yandere headers #yandere simulator icons #messy icons #messy layouts #random icons #random layouts #layouts #messy headers #meme icons #meme layouts #icons #gg icons #random headers

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yuiimire · 1 year

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I LOVE HIM <3

#secret alliance #chae yul #yandere boys #yandere #manhwa #layouts #headers

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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Mahito

TW: nothing specific, mahito in and of himself

gn reader

Thinking about…

Mahito, who’s unable to transfigure you because the souls he touches need to be corrupt for his cursed energy to work, but your soul is as pure as you are pretty and no matter how hard he tries or how much he touches nothing happens.

He’s amazed at the discovery – laughing in awe as he slides his fingers over your skin, riding your shirt up as he traces your ribs – sensing your soul just out of reach, buzzing with light within you.

It makes him slightly unhinged.

He’s never had the opportunity to feel how soft human skin is before. He always disturbs the texture before savoring the touch – but now he couldn’t do much else but study the smooth warmth.

It felt nice, he concluded.