𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .
nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . .
a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .
Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .
Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.
His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.
Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.
He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .
Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.
Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .
All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .
Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .
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yandere! ex-military omega x alpha! reader ; part 3
cw : male yandere, gn reader, omegaverse, mpreg, unhealthy fwb relationship, co-parenting, violence, death threats (not towards reader), manipulation, mention of cheating (no actual cheating, he's just delusional), mention of dub-con in one part if you squint.
an : i am officially giving my yanderes names now and our omega is the first one to be revealed, yes i gave him the most basic name ever bcs it just stuck to me.
part one part two .ᐟ masterlist
connor’s pregnancy had been both heaven and hell for the two of you. his pregnant omega instincts had long since decided you were his mate simply because you were the one who had impregnated him. officially, though, the two of you were still nothing more than friends with benefits. (much to connor’s dismay.)
not for long, though. connor would find a way to make you his eventually. after all, he had already slipped a leash around your neck the moment he got pregnant with your pup, whether you realized it or not.
the omega had become increasingly aggressive and territorial during the pregnancy. he would growl whenever he caught unfamiliar scents on your clothes after work, practically ripping your shirt off the moment you stepped through the door just to get rid of it.
you thought it was just hormones, a normal omega behavior during pregnancy.
what wasn't normal was the way he murmured about ripping someone’s throat open himself just because their scent lingered on you for too long. but still, you brushed it off every time.
after nine months of sleepless nights, hormone spikes, strange cravings, mood swings, and connor nearly biting a nurse during labor— a beautiful baby girl was finally born.
she inherited most of your features, though she had connor’s nose. connor never outright admitted it, but he had been ecstatic.
yeah. you were definitely stuck with him forever now.
surprisingly, connor turned out to be a wonderful parent. despite growing up with an absent father and a deceased mother, he tried harder than anyone. he wanted his child to grow up with two parents— something he himself never truly had.
and in softer moments, his heart clenched painfully whenever he caught sight of you cradling your daughter carefully in your arms, cooing softly at the giggling pup.
"and here i thought you said you didn’t want a family," connor said casually one evening, leaning against the nursery doorway with his thick arms crossed over his chest. even exhausted from taking care of a newborn, he still looked intimidating as hell.
you scoffed softly. "i don’t. you know we didn’t plan this."
"you’re saying you don’t want her?" connor raised an eyebrow sharply, gesturing toward the giggling baby in your arms. instinctively, you held her closer against your chest.
"you know i didn’t say that…"you muttered before pressing a kiss to your daughter’s temple. she immediately blew a spit bubble against your skin, making you grimace before laughing quietly anyway.
connor huffed at the sight, but a pleased smile tugged at his lips when he saw you gently wiping the pup's spit away.
he had you exactly where he wanted you.
the few months after labor were heaven for connor. you were attentive, constantly present, always helping with the baby without complaint. some nights, he would wake up and simply watch you asleep beside the crib, your daughter tucked safely in your arms after another failed attempt at putting her down.
those moments made his chest ache with something dangerously close to happiness. but underneath it all, fear constantly gnawed at him.
because you still weren’t bonded.
the unmarked scent gland on his neck burned whenever he thought about it for too long. every day that passed without your mark felt wrong and incomplete.
then the arguments started. connor became too possessive, too controlling. and every single time you reminded him that the two of you weren’t bonded— weren’t even officially dating and it only made him spiral further.
"then why are you here every night?" he snapped once, eyes wild with frustration. "why do you hold our pup like that? why do you scent my nest every damn time you sleep over if i’m supposedly just a hookup?"
"because she’s my kid too!" you shot back. "and you’re acting insane lately!" that word made something ugly flash across connor’s face.
sometimes the fights became physical. not truly violent, never enough to seriously hurt you because he could never, but enough for instincts to take over. connor was an omega, yes, but his massive build made him overpower you frighteningly easy.
once, after a particularly vicious argument, he pinned you against the floor with a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
"connor— what the fuck—"
your protest dissolved into a shaky breath when he pressed his scent gland against your neck, rubbing his scent all over you desperately. calming omega pheromones flooded the room in thick waves, meant to soothe agitated alphas into submission.
your alpha instincts dulled beneath the familiar yet overwhelming scent until your body felt heavy and dizzy. by the time you stopped resisting, the entire room already smelled overwhelmingly of both of you mingling together.
connor held you tightly afterward, breathing harshly against your shoulder like he was terrified you’d disappear if he loosened his grip even a little.
the whole room reeks of both of your scents and sex.
he was trying so hard to be patient really, you should’ve considered yourself lucky he didn’t tear another omega apart when he found out you’d started sleeping around again.
connor had only gone over to your place to drop off some baby formula. but instead, he walked into your bedroom and found another omega tangled in your sheets.
the scent hit him first. your scent all over someone else.
the omega yelped when connor barged in without warning, staring at the hulking man looming in the doorway with murderous eyes.
"what the fuck, connor?!" you shouted, immediately standing from the bed. but he ignored you completely, his eyes stayed locked on the omega instead.
"get out." the sheer threat in his voice made the other omega scramble to gather their clothes with trembling hands. connor stepped aside just enough to let them pass, muttering something low enough that only the terrified omega could hear it. whatever he said made them pale instantly before hurrying out the door.
the second the front door slammed shut, you exploded.
"what the hell is wrong with you?!"
connor turned toward you slowly, jaw tight, an unpleasant rumble through his chest.
"is this what you do now?" he asked coldly. "while i’m home taking care of your child?"
"the fuck is that supposed to mean!?"
"it means you’re being fucking irresponsible." his voice rose sharply. "running around hooking up with random omegas while i’m dealing with everything alone—"
"alone?!" you barked out a disbelieving laugh. "i’m there every fucking day, connor!"
"except when you’re here screwing strangers!"
"because we’re not bonded!" you shouted right back. "we’re not dating either! it was one night, for fuck’s sake! you’re acting like i cheated on you every other tuesday!"
silence crashed heavily between the two of you afterward.
connor’s chest rose and fell harshly. then his eyes flickered toward the nursery monitor sitting on the kitchen counter, the faint sound of your daughter fussing crackling softly through the speaker and his expression shifted instantly it was subtle yet calculated.
he lowered his gaze, shoulders sagging just enough to look wounded instead of furious. "…right," he muttered quietly. "i forgot."
your anger faltered, shoulders slumped as you took a step closer, but stop when he visibly flinched and took a step back from you, "connor—"
"i’m just the omega who got knocked up, yeah?" he laughed bitterly under his breath. "the one you play house with whenever it’s convenient." your frowned at that.
"fuck.. you know that’s not what i said..."
"isn’t it?" his voice softened is an exhausted tone, before letting out a weak whimper that make your heart clenched painfully.
he almost smiled when he smelled the scent you let out, it was a scent you let out whenever you wanted to comfort him laced into something else- guilt.
connor glanced toward the nursery again before speaking quieter this time.
"i just thought…" he swallowed hard. "maybe she deserved both her parents." guilt punched straight through your ribs and connor tried so hard to stiffle a laugh the moment he noticed it.
he finally stepped closer until his scent wrapped around you again— warm milk, cedarwood, and omega pheromones thick with distress.
"i know you never wanted this," he murmured. "but she loves you so much already." his eyes flickered toward the nursery. "so do i."
your breath caught and connor knew he had won the second your expression softened. sooner or later you will be fully his forever.
WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader
A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)
part two here!
superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.
superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.
superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.
superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.
superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.
superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.
superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-
superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.
superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.
You’re in bed. Silk robe draped over your satin skin, bare beneath it. Freshly lotioned. Glossy lips from the oils he’s bought you. Eyes heavy with lust and love and possibly wine and a day of hard works You crawl into his lap and kiss his neck slowly, your voice sweet, intoxicating:
“I want my man tonight.”
He stills.
His lashes lower. His hand tightens on your hip.
And you feel it.
The shift.
The unraveling of the obedient little hubby. The one who will lick the soles of your feet and eat your pussy while half conscious,
The unlocking of the beast you built with love and leash and his crazed belief that your the creator of his reality and morals.
You whisper in his ear, your chest and heat pressed against his body:
“You’ve earned it. You can take control. I need you tonight.”
And he does.
He twists your body around planting you down against the bed—not in a way like this is who he’s been hiding, but commanding in the way you’ve commanded him to be.
Hands strong. Movements precise. Mind manic as always.
He pins you to the mattress with a growl you haven’t heard since the last full moon.
“So you want me to be the man now, baby?”
“You want your big husband to remind you who you belong to?”
Your breath catches and you feel your clit pulse, you let out a jagged breath and nod already feeling the emotional relief and need to cry,
He tears open your robe and drags you down the bed.
Bites your thigh and suckles it sending a shock up to your core.
Your back arches and your already moaning and whining desperate to be demolished by his depravity.
He doesn’t dom you like porn. This isn’t about ego. He wants to ascend with you. He wants you to transcend above any pain or discomfort you face out into the world and envelop yourself with him. His cock is the bridge between your bodies.
He doms you like a man who’s been desperate to ruin you for years, but waited for permission.
“Look at you… begging for it now.”
“You tease me all day, then tell me to act like your man?”
“I’ll fuck the mommy out of you baby,.”
And you melt. Mind numbing and desperate and your hormones are as loud as you are. Rampant and raging.
You scream out into the expanse of your luxurious bedroom. The ambient lighting embracing your ecstasy the way he provides it.
You cry under him. It feels so good to be seen. To be felt.
Because he knows your body better than anyone ever could, he’s studied it from beneath, beside, and behind. And now he’s above you, fucking you like a monster who wears an apron by day and now he’s wearing you like a cocksleeve.
He flips you.
Chokes you.
Breeds you.
Fills you with himself for the first time in days.
And when you try to crawl away, whimpering “too much,” he grabs your ankle and pulls you back.
“You wanted a man?”
“Now take what you asked for, bunny.”
When he’s done?
He collapses on top of you. Not crushing you but encapsulating yourself into the sheer size of him. His chest pressing against your breasts, his breath hitting your neck which doesn’t help with the lingering sensations you feel in your tummy and loins.
Shaking.
Kissing your neck like a sinner who’s finally returning to prayer.
And then, in the softest voice:
“Was I good?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Do you still love me?”
And you smile, “You were perfect. I’ll let you do it again next week if your a good boy .”
And just like that?
He’s your soft little housewife again.
Back in panties.
Back in pink.
But now?
With your cum on his cock and satisfaction of his ability to be a “man” once in a while. He feels like a dog who got a tummy rub after barking at someone.
Hello :3 nice new blog! Welcome to the tumblr fic community (and the even smaller male reader sub community lol)
Could I get some headcanons for a stoic yandere guy who only shows emotion for you? The colder they are, the hotter they get, yknow? (>ω<)
Yes ofcc!! i love closed off guys who have soft spots for their partner (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
Stoic!Yandere X Reader
⚠︎ What you are consuming includes: yandere behaviors, thoughts of harming people, angsty, char getting caught with another lady, miscommunication, death mentioned, suicidal thoughts, clingy yan, slightly suggestive, dacryphilia, and please enjoy!
part 2
✦︎ Stoic!yan who is closed with everyone excluding you. He just loves how you pamper his face in sweet kisses!!
✦︎ Stoic!yan who is jealous of any man or woman who crosses paths with you. Your coworker? A homewrecker. He swears underneath his breath when he sees anyone look at your precious being.
✦︎ Stoic!yan who watches you on the cameras he set up in your apartment. Watching you eat your breakfast as he's in his car on the way to work.
✦︎ Stoic!yan who melts like a puppy when you wear tight clothes that hug your body just right. (he's looking at your crotch and pecs)
✦︎ Stoic!yan who threatens anyone who bothers you too much. Ron at work is annoying you with his pranks? How convenient that he resigned the next day.
✦︎ Stoic!yan who whines when you have to go run errands during your twos alone time. (which is almost all the time)
✦︎ Stoic!yan who offers you a job at his successful company, who then gets pouty when you refuse to take the easy way out.
✦︎ Stoic!yan who will never hurt you but will take out your family or friends if you wanted him to.
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You were walking through the icy breeze to pick up your sweet boyfriend; you wanted to surprise him with a dinner reservation! Aren't you so considerate? You woke up after being well rested for the first time in months and ate a pretty good breakfast! nothing could possibly ruin this- You stand corrected.
A black-haired woman trailed her red nails across the surface of your boyfriend's muscled chest. Your nose flared as you watch from a distance, hand trembling with both rage and disbelief. Your lips tightened as you watch him stand there and do nothing! But just as you were about to open your mouth to get their attention, you see a metallic glint in his pocket. What was that? Why do you care about what's in his pockets? "Honey, who's this?" you ask with a tightknit smile, creeping up from behind your boyfriend. The black-haired lady giving you a nasty death glare when you used a term of endearment.
"Oh hello! I'm his coworker, i just wanted to thank him for his work as a great CEO!" she replied deceitfully, eyes narrowing judgingly. Her press on nails tapped her temple as she 'pondered', trying to get underneath your skin. "You must be the partner we hear so little about!" she declared, your boyfriends face hardening in an instant. Grabbing you by your waist and holding you close and keeping you protected. His eyebrows furrowed immediately before dismissing the woman.
"I would have you know I would no longer have you at this company. I will not take slander towards my partner lightly." He growled as he turned to take his leave with his beefy arm wrapped around your waist. He loved you so so so so so so SO much. "That tramp shouldn't have been talking to you. She was supposed to be gone." He whispered to himself; he disliked losing his composure. He looked down at you with a barely noticeable smile, "Darling, where did you want to take me?" you didn't mention anything about your surprise. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you take yourself out of his grip.
"No where, I'm going home." you state bluntly, turning on your heel and walking a completely different direction from the path you were walking with him. Leaving him bamboozled and dazed. "Darling, why? I was not interested in her!" he started to lose his composure, eyes starting to widen in slight delusion. "I'd rather eat my own arm then look at her ever again." he raised his voice ever so slightly, but you just kept walking ahead, not bothering to slow down your pace for him. But you weren't exactly ignoring him either. "Darling-, [Reader]!" he shouted, causing you to halt instantly as he grabbed your forearm.
His bated breath and twitching eye showed his mania. Eyes locked in with your eyes, hands gripping your forearm with pressure that kept you in place. "Darling, I need you to understand I couldn't care less about that waste of space!" he whined as he dropped down to his knees and hugged your plush thighs against his face. "I'm sorry dear, you're the only one I'd ever want." his muffled voice took up the silent parking lot. Once he looked up to get a glance of your face you saw the tears falling down his usual stoic face, a sick and twisted pleasure spiked through your core.
"I'll get rid of her if you want, love." he paused, watching your eyes widen slightly at the bold statement. "Just give me the word, I don't want you to feel these feelings." He cried out as he started to kiss your clothed leg up and down. His hot tears dripped onto your pants, it was kinda hot. Your hands cupping his warm cheeks, your loving eyes boring into his. His pupils blown wide when you kiss his forehead. a soft whine escaping his throat. "Don't say that baby, I know you were just trying to stay professional." you smile and stroke his tear-soaked cheeks. "If you ever leave, I don't think I'd ever live to see the morning sun again." He nuzzled his defined face into your palm. He wasn't going anywhere, nor will you. He'll keep it that way. Now to dismember that waste of sperm cells for talking to you in such a manner.
You tell him jump, he'll say 'How high?'
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I had fun with this! might be a new character!! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
PATHETIC! YAN couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
He expected you to sneer at him, insult him, degrade him, curse him out for being an obsessive freak.
but not this.
“See? You weren’t even listening properly! I mean seriously, why do you suck at this so much? Augh.” You pressed your feet on his face, keeping him from looking directly at you. “How am I supposed to feel secure as a darling if my yan couldn’t even reject an invite so that you could stalk me more?”
PATHETIC! YAN had no choice really. It was a meeting that his family had arranged. If he had said no, the least they would do was chew him out on it. It was painful being away from you, but now he was starting to think that maybe it was the right choice.
Though your foot being placed on his face was nice, it obscured the pout on yours. He attempted to move it outside only to get kicked square on the jaw.
“Ah ah ah. Don’t fucking move. If the universe won’t give me a good yan, then you can at least be a good toy.”
pathetic! yan and borderline abusive/bratty reader is infecting my brain. this is so tim drake x cv! reader coded im not apologizing
Yan Husband who you met in a coffee shop some time ago. You two bonded over a shared favorite drink which turned into finding out you two had gone to the same school and even shared classes. This just pushes you two into a relationship and a short few years later, he's at the altar with you sharing wedding vows with you.
Yan Husband who made sure your wedding was extravagant. Nothing compares to his love for you so whatever you wanted for your wedding was a must! He had the money and his parents were more than willing to help him out. They adored you and were so happy to have you as a child-in-law. Their son was happier about having you as a spouse.
Yan Husband who plans the honeymoon perfectly. Your dream location. Your dream hotel. Your dream everything! Both the wedding and honeymoon were like dreams for you, and he couldn't have asked for more. Anything to make you happy. And it shows through all the hurtles he was going through for you.
Yan Husband who takes pictures of everything from both the wedding and honeymoon. He just wants to be reminded of the happiest moments of his life. All the pictures have been framed and cover a whole wall of the house you two live in together. The house was bought before you two got married.
Yan Husband who would rather be the working man while you stay home. Oh the image he has in his head. You in a cute little apron baking sweets for him while he comes home from a long day at work, de-stressing with the treats you made and you in his lap while he tells you about his day.
Yan Husband who would respect if you want to keep your job, but he makes it clear that he's jealous of your coworkers. He gets so mad when you come home late claiming you had a business project with someone else. Why can't you two work the same job within the same building?
Yan Husband who secretly wouldn't mind being the house husband. Vocally, he's adamant about being the stay at home caregiver but the thought of taking care of you the way a house husband would make him see hearts. However, he always wants to provide for you.
Yan Husband who pampers you every weekend no matter what. He has to make sure you're happy. When you aren't, he gets so scared. When you aren't happy then he isn't either. You don't realize how dependent he is on you to feel emotions.
Yan Husband who is on the fence about kids. He does want them albeit through pregnancy or adoptions (if you can't have kids), he doesn't care. His issue is that they would take away from the time you two have and consume more of your attention. He needs to be your number one priority.
Yan Husband who doesn't mind pets as much. They're just animals, there's no way you would love pets more than him! And he can stick pets into a room or outside with the excuse that the animal needed it, or they were being too much so he needed time away from them. Since the pet is out of the way for a bit, why don't you two cuddle?
Yan Husband who is a petty little shit whenever you make plans with other people. He pouts when you get home from a friend's night and just tells you to leave. It's clear you don't need him anymore! You have your good friends and drinking buddies.
Yan Husband who holds grudges against the people that take your attention away but controls his urges well because he's married to you! You're not going to cheat on him! You two are bonded till death do you part, and not even death will keep him away from you.
Yan Husband who requires constant reassurance that he's still enough for you. Even when he becomes tired and can't do the usual when he's with you, which is worshiping your entire being, that you still want to stay married to him. Just hold him close in bed and pamper him with affection.
Yan Husband who takes milestones very seriously. Date nights, birthdays, anniversaries, you name it, and it'll be all about you in an enchanting evening. Flowers and treats along with gifts. It's all for celebrating you! The love of his life!
Yan Husband who will spontaneously bring you flowers when he gets home. He always gives you a compliment that's flower related when he gives them to you. You're more lovely than the flowers he brought.
Yan Husband who spoils you with breakfast every morning. It's amazing if you two start your days at the same time and get home around the same time. It's like you two are in sync, and it furthers his belief that you two are soulmates.
Yan Husband who will push your family away from you by taking you to his parents and show how loving his family is with him. See? This is how a family should be! You don't need your family, you have him and your in-laws. You don't need anyone else.
Yan Husband who slowly gives in to his delusions the longer you two are married. He uses the wedding rings as a way to stake his claim on you. His name is engraved in your ring, and he got you a matching necklace. Anyone who walks by will see how loved you are.
Yan Husband who loves when your friends are jealous of him. He relishes in the fact that your friends see him as a loving husband and wish their partners were like him. It further proves that he's treating you so well, and you could have been with some loser.
Yan Husband who keeps tabs on you through your texts. It's a lot less suspicious since you're both married to each other. You trust him enough to go through your phone. In fact, you would think it's cute how he takes selfies of himself with your phone. It's his way of keeping others away when you show people your photos.
Yan Husband who would burn the world for you, his lovely spouse. Nothing is too much for him in his eyes. If it just brings even the smallest of smiles to your face then he'll do it. Anything you ask. Just love him forever, until you're both buried six feet down, and he can guarantee a happy life with you.
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