Was just lazing around and reading an old yandere blue lock x reader fanfic I wrote for myself but stopped writing in, then I stopped and wondered what Gagamaru would be like as a yandere, so heres a post dedicated to what Gagamaru would be like as a yandere.
Anon: what type of yandere would gagamaru even be?? he barely talks??
A: honestly I feel like he'd be a silent devotee with a pang of perv on the side.
he doesn’t shout, he doesn’t threaten (at first), he just acts.
You tell him “i’m going to the bathroom, wait here”
And he sits there EXACTLY like that until you come back.
you tell him “i’m cold”
and suddenly he’s draping his hoodie over you without saying anything.
he’s insanely obedient to you but to anybody else he’s more or less of a wall.
Anon: does he trust his crush?
Ar: yes. He doesn’t think you'd cheat. He just doesn’t trust other people.
Anon: Does he get jealous? If so what is he like when jealous?
A: he doesn’t get mad jealous. It’s more like… him being irritated
If a guy were to flirt with you and you told Gagamaru he wouldn't register it much until he really starts thinking and then ends up repeating the guy’s name later like he’s trying to study an enemy specimen
“who? …Marin? the tall one?”
He'll ask about it later in the most casual voice ever, but his knee is bouncing hard under the table. He will go out of his way to prove he’s better than that guy in the most passive, stupid ways, like suddenly trying to do a trick shot in football or suddenly agreeing to something he normally doesn’t care about
Then later alone he squats in his room, hands in his hair, replaying whatever you had told him about the guy over and over like a torture loop.
anon: how does he confess?
A: honestly he wouldn’t use words. He would start acting like you’re already his. Feeding you pieces of his food. Standing behind you like your shadow. Touching your hair absentmindedly.
Anon: would he kidnap?
A: only if he thinks you’re in danger or if he thinks you’re trying to leave him forever.
he’s not the type to restrict you from moving although if it had to come to it he probably wouldn't use handcuffs or tie a rope too tightly around you, your pain is the last thing he'd want.
he’s the type to carry you off to his room, quietly close the door, curl around you on the bed like a blanket, and just… not let go.
Anon: would Gagamaru TRY to act normal?
A: yes. and that’s what makes him more unsettling. He has that easygoing, half-dazed expression, but his inner thoughts are running like a wild animal.
Example:
you say “bye” and close your door
Gagamaru: walks off, hands in pockets, chill, THEN goes around the back of the building to stare at your window and make sure you aren’t talking to anyone else in private.
Gagamaru yandere profile:
- smiles at things that are not being said
- reads your texts over your shoulder
- collects your shed strands of hair off your clothes like it’s normal
- knows your schedule down to the minute
- listens at your door and breathes slow to not make sound
- stares at your throat when you speak (pulse watching)
- doesn’t care about being caught stalking you— he can make up an excuse, but he doesn’t even pretend it’s wrong, although if anything he will try and at least be discreet about it.
But tbh I feel like he could be even more deranged 🤷♀️
It started off as a peaceful night with my best friends, watching a move on the couch of their shared apartment, but things never stayed peaceful for long with Raichi and Gagamaru involved. The two were practically walking chaos machines: one with natural aggressiveness, and the other with the worst case of clumsy I had ever seen. Add me, sarcastic and clever enough to strike Raichi's anger, and you got a chemical reaction.
"I want chocolate," Raichi mumbled when we were only three scenes through the movie. "And popcorn."
I laughed. "Just make sure it's not an aphrodisiac." We always teased each other about the fact that all three of us were single, and sexual jokes were a normal everyday occurrence.
"Those don't exist, dumbass." Raichi rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the couch with a grunt.
"Sounds like booze to me," Gagamaru commented, his eyes still fixed onto the bright screen.
I laughed. "Yeah that worked for shark teeth and I one time," I snorted. "We partied too hard at the afters and ended up fucking."
Raichi froze, halfway on his feet.
Gagamaru slowly turned his head to stare. "I didn't know that." he blinked.
Raichi cleared his throat. "Now I need a drink too," he sighed, stalking off towards his kitchen.
"Hey, bring me one!" I called out, grinning at the way that Raichi squeezed his asscheeks together. He does remember.
"Make me one too!" Gagamaru shouted.
"Fine, fine! Drinks all around for you fucks!" Raichi snapped back from the kitchen. I stifled a laugh behind my hand.
"He's pissed now, y'know," Gagamaru hummed, leaning forward to plant his elbows against his knees.
"I know," I stretched against the back of the couch, crossing my hands behind my head. "He'll get over it."
A few minutes later, Raichi returned with three glasses and a bar of chocolate pinched between his teeth.
"Thanks, mate," I winked as he handed me one of the drinks. He narrowed his eyes.
"You're not fucking Australian."
"Take a breather, dude," Gin commented as he received his drink. Raichi plopped down on the opposite side of me, and crossed his legs.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." he bit into the chocolate bar ferociously. "Just pent up, y'know."
I exchanged a glance with Gagamaru, and we both snorted into our glasses.
"What is it now?" Raichi snarled. "Can't go three seconds without you two immature shitwads coming up with some joke, huh?
He nearly slapped the drink out of my hand when I reached over and broke a piece of chocolate off the end of the bar, dipping it into the liquor: Raichi made strong drinks, enough to loosen my system with only one glass.
For several minutes after, the movie continued without interruption, until I noticed Raichi becoming fidgety. A rosy color had bloomed on his cheeks.
I quietly chuckled and leaned towards him. "You thinking about it? How I fucked you last time?"
The coral blush spread further. "No," he hissed. "Shuddup."
"What's going on?" Garamaru leaned over, staring at us.
"Raichi's a little flustered," I snickered.
"Oh." Gagamaru blinked. "Like how?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Like this," I pressed my hand against the crotch of each boy's jeans. Raichi swore, and Gagamaru's eyes widened.
I felt him swell beneath my palm. "Jesus fucking Christ, Gin, you're a monster." I spat.
He frowned, scratching his head. "I'm not that scary, am I?"
I stuttered. "No, I mean-" I sighed. "Nevermind. Y'know what, fuck it. I'm horny as hell. Do either of you wanna fuck?"
Gagamaru blinked. "Y'mean like...mate? Like bears do?"
I pressed my hands to my face. "Yes. Have you seriously never understood the jokes I've made?"
He shrugged.
"He's not dumb." Raichi muttered.
I folded my arms and rested my back against the couch. "Well?"
"As long as I'm not bottoming again," Raichi mumbled. I snorted.
"Oh, I can guarantee you will be." I turned to Gagamaru, glancing down his body. "You in?"
"Sure." He shrugged. "Jingo 'n I used to-"
"SHUTTUP!" Raichi screeched, nearly pouncing on top of Gagamaru. I belted out a laugh.
"Yeah, that's the problem! You're the one who likes to peg me!" Raichi blubbered.
"And you liked it," I pulled my shirt over my head. "Well? Are we doing this or not?"
Gagamaru blinked, running his eyes down my body. "Oh, I think we're doing this."
"I am not bottoming again." Raichi huffed.
"But you're the brattiest one," I tipped my head at him. Gin's arms wrapped around him from behind, sneaking beneath Raichi's shirt. Raichi stuttered, the blush spreading over his entire face.
I leaned close enough to feel the heat of his body against mine and pressed a kiss to his neck. He stiffened.
"What do you like, Gagamaru?" I leaned back slightly, looking at the man. Our gaze met for a moment.
"Oh, it doesn't matter," he replied. "Jingo's a biter, and he never would let me put it inside of him-"
"CAUSE I'M NOT A BOTTOM!" Raichi roared.
I laughed. "Like hell you aren't. You're the brattiest little switch I've ever met."
Raichi growled, but I gripped his chin. "C'mon, did you already forget how good it felt last time? And Gin's here to hold you."
Raichi shuddered, and I smirked.
"C'mon bro, just look at me," Gagamaru turned Raichi in his arms so they were face to face. He tilted his head. "Like old times?"
Gin kissed the man, and Raichi immediately let out a breath, sinking against Gagamaru's touch, running up his sides. I smoothed my hands up Raichi's bare back, squeezing the muscle.
sex with gagamaru is definitely animalistic ㅤꨄ︎ 18+ ;; fem!reader ;; 2.0k wc ;; virgin gin , porn w/o plot (?) , rough , piv , manhandling , licking , animalistic behavior (duh) , ignorance , lack of prep , size kink , mentions of animal mating (non-graphic) , creampie , dismissed comfort , 'oops wrong hole' moment , fluff at the end
he never meant it to be. gagamaru was never exposed to any kind of pornos. whenever there was a romantic moment in the manga, he'd skim past it to see fight scenes faster. the only actual sex he'd see was from the animals he'd prey on.
he's seen bears do it from behind, deers humping in the woods, wolves going hardcore doggy style mid-howl. none of it looked gentle. the concept of human-intimacy? never questioned it. always just imagined it was the same as animals.
so when he first met you, of course he fell in love with your beauty, but also in love with how knowledgeable you are. there was one moment when the two of you were kissing. now gagamaru doesn't get horny so easily. when you guys were lip smacking, the tension got heated yet gagamaru didn't catch on what it was leading to.
it was until you made it clear of your intentions. when you stood and undressed in front of him to let him know what you want, he went feral.
gagamaru practically jumped at you, his tall figure forcing you onto the floor. you yelped, eyes widening at his intensity already. his strong hands grabbed your waist, forcing you to turn around. he pressed your breasts against the hard floor, not caring for your comfort because frankly his only idea of sex is slam and go.
the wind was knocked out of you, bracing yourself on the floor. your back was arched, legs spread. you decided maybe it was okay for it to start off like this. after all he is a man, he might've had urges—just never had something to get rid of them.
it was until he lowered his pants, his flinging out. he didn't prep you, didn't even lube his own self up. it was until he pressed his flushed tip against your puckered hole did you shoot up.
"ah–! gin! no!" you quickly stopped him. this caught his attention, widened eyes meeting yours when you looked back at him. he could see the sheen sweat already forming on your forehead, your chest heaving as you collected yourself.
"..yes?" he brought you back to life when you gathered all your senses after being folded. gulping heavily, you spoke. "tha-that's—" pant "that's not where you put it."
he tilted his head, for sure if he had puppy ears one would flap in confusion. he was going to ask what you meant, but your reached one hand behind. you didn't want to suggest a new position, or to go back on the bed. your small hand wrapped around his own cock, gliding across it slowly to waken him up more even if it felt diamond hard.
you guided him, his tip meeting the wetness of your cunt. aligning his blushing head with your entrance, you nodded. giving him the green light you spoke, "okay- go."
mistake. the moment those words left your mouth, he thought it was the green light to go full on ballistic on you. no warning, full on slamming inside your tight walls.
a shrieked left your mouth at the sudden impact. it didnt help that gin was massive. now you wondered why you didn't offer foreplay. "ngh- gin! wait!" your voice drowned out, cause immediately gin began to jack hammer his frustrated cock into those gummy walls.
a groaned left his mouth, his head thrown back. his first time feeling this—and fuck he felt addicted already. the plap plap plap of skin on skin was a melody he wont be able to erase from his head, his tip constantly kissing your sensitive areas inside you.
you couldnt brace yourself, and your own protests went deaf to his ears. he was so entranced into the feeling of your warm cunt, he couldnt hear your cries to slow down.
you desperately tried to reach behind you, placing finger tips to his ruthless hips to snap him out of it. it did, but not his pleasure. he lowered his head back to you, seeing you look over his shoulder with a pleasurable face.
his hips then began to slow down a bit. you moaned in relief, watching as he lowered himself further so his abs was against your back. you could feel it through the shirt.
"mmph- gin- wh-what?" he placed a hand on the crown of your head, and forced you to look forward. then it came back, the rough pounding of your hips. whines escaped your lips, his cock dragging your walls so deliciously yet brutal. you were torn between asking him to slow down or just to suck it up and take it—because fuck it still felt so good.
the reason of him maneuvering your head was just birthed from total confusion. he didnt comprehend why you'd turn to him.
he continued to drill his hard shaft into you, forcing your hole to memorize his size, girth, every vein that wraps around his flaccid skin. especially the sensitive one under his bulbous tip.
he pressed his nose to your temple, groaning desperately in your ears when you'd clenched around him. the heat of his body was so overwhelming, your body shuddering in need. he got a huge whiff of the sweat on your skin, his own tongue darting out to lick it off of you. you yelped at the feeling of his warm muscle on your forehead, but allowed it.
he patted the skin on your stomach, waking you up more when he grew more vulgar. now thrusting his hip up, the new angle being a constant abuse to your gspot. you yelped, back arching. your arm flailed around, desperate for leverage onto anything. his thick carving into your stomach became so suffocating, you didn't even process your orgasm starting to build.
you mewled, back arching hopelessly, jutting your hips out to take more of him even deeper. "oh—fuck! gin! i-ima cum!" you warned, breathing so rapidly for air. the way his balls constantly clapped against your clit, your eyes rolling back hearing the nasty squelches of your sopping pussy.
his eyes drifted off, decoding what that could mean. "g-go where?" he groaned in your ear. you couldn't help but crack a smile, until the wind knocked out of you. "f-fuck! ah! i-im cumming—!" you whined out, letting out a long moan.
your toes curled roughly, your whole body going electric with the earth shuttering orgasm that ripped through your entire core. a long cry ripped from your throat, choking out sounds when you'd forgot to breathe through it. walls fluttering around him. it was the kind of orgasm that left you sobbing and squirming.
gin's eyes widened even further—if that was possible— watching your body convulse around his furious cock. that set him off, and only a few more rough thrusts in did he bury himself to the hilt, dumping his seed deep inside you, his cock pumping the gooey liquid.
he groaned deeply, an iron grip on your waist. there was mixed pants between the two of you, your body collapsing on the floor from exhaustion. gin followed after you, laying his body on you. you grunted. "ah- no. you're heavy." you mumbled tiredly. he frowned mockingly, before rolling off of you and onto the hard floor as well.
you tried to collect your mushed up brain, eyes sleepily closed before gin spoke.
"weird," he finally mutters after a while, staring at the ceiling. you hummed in response, too lazy to reply with a verbal response. "you made noises. good noises." he spoke his thoughts out loud. it did catch your attention. "i liked it."
you chuckled softly, using your last of strength to scoot towards him, laying your head on his chest. "i did too."
—gin cant identify human intimacy. his default understanding of sex is just pure animalistic. his mind automatically associates it with dominance, instinct, scent and movement. affection is definitely a foreign concept to him the remaining moments you two of sex.
until you asked to take the lead. that's when he found it far more satisfying than what he thought.
;; please do not plagiarize ;; proofread ;; part 2?? :3
gagamaru's fingertips regularly have bruising bite marks. hear me out. it's known gin doesn't use utensils already. he eats his food barehanded with no care of how to actually eat his food the "correct" way.
i could just imagine his finger tips being red, also imagining that he has a large appetite that it's regular for him to bite his fingers. so much that i assume he's just so use to it. hence his gk skills. no worry in the world for the conditions of his hands despite the gloves and even requests for them to be off because he just cannot feel pain on his hands anymore.
perhaps you weren’t thinking straight when you suggested it.
because you were speechless at the way his 6 foot self loomed over you, with his ridiculously large cock hanging in front of your face. you gulped at the sight, muscles tensing and heart beating in your ears. you hadn’t even done anything yet and his sheer size already had you breathless. what the hell did he eat in the forest?
“what’s wrong?” gagamaru asked, genuinely concerned. “we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” you shook your head, refusing to back down. “no. nothing is wrong. i can do this.” it was like you never reaffirmed yourself at all when your lips connected with his swollen tip, your tongue swirling around it just like you’ve researched. what’s next? you completely forgot, mind going blank as you barely held him inside your mouth.
your hands settled around his thighs, trying to take as much of him as you could, sinking deeper down on his cock. a slight hiss slipped out of his lips when your teeth scraped him, hands tugging on your hair as if he needed something to hold onto. it didn’t take long until he hit the back of your throat with a gag, eyes widening at the fact that you were only halfway down his length.
drool dripped down your chin as you let out a muffled moan, trying your best to go further. “shiit..” gagamaru only groaned at your attempt, his hands settling on both sides of your cheeks before he pulled his hips back and slammed back in, dragging a choked cry from your throat.
he’s lost it. completely lost in the pleasure he got out of bullying your throat, shoving himself in and out relentlessly as it convulsed around him, squeezing him tight. “ohh this feels so good.. shit, baby..” every thrust pulled a stifled moan, tears sliding down your cheeks as you tried to keep your eyes open.
you were slobbering all over him, spit clinging onto his lower abdomen when he pushed your head deep enough for your nose to bump against it. filthy, wet noises were all that filled the room, with gagamaru’s occasional groans and heavy panting playing alongside them. every inch of him had you choking, hell, you couldn’t even breathe when you were stuffed full of him — holding onto his thighs to anchor yourself, nails digging into flesh, leaving crescent shaped marks on his skin.
you felt his length throb violently inside your throat, gagamaru letting out a guttural groan as his hips bucked into your mouth uncontrollably, hot ropes of cum filling you up.
you swallowed everything, didn’t waste a drop, feeling him still pulsating in your mouth as you kept him there. and when he pulled your head off, eyes on your dazed expression, he felt blood rush through his body.
“should we try that again?” he blurted out. as expected, once would never be enough.
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