#yb x reader

[miz2umi4idk]

Yb x male y/n lol

After bulky y/n comes out of a workout 😆

[psychoboybun]

YB: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Y/N: Twelve, actually.

YB: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Y/N: Yours!

YB: That's right: no one's.

[cheezyneedz]

Your Boyfriend Fanart

A collection of Fanart I’ve drawn over several months-

[01-salvatore]

Brainrot with ChayChay★~

This is a headcanon that i have and i want to share it with you'all.

So, i have played Error143, Your Boyfriend and John Doe in the timespan of two days (winning all the possible ends in the process lol) and i come up with this idea. What will happen if "You" "Y/N" and "Name" are triplets?

Just think about it. This three mfs having the most weird yanderish stalker bitches as boyfriends is simply smth that causes me joy. And there's also the thing that, if John or Peter goes apeshit and starts killing everybody for theirs darlings there's a high chance that both You and Y/N would be able to convince them of not hurting their sibling and their bf/husband.

There's also the thing that would be a complete beautiful angst counterpart of the triplets having some kind of "curse" or "desease" that, whenever one of them dies (being of a injury, a different sickness or even being murdered or suicide) the other two would die of a heartache after a couple or days or even hours. Just imagining the pain that the weirdos of a boyfriend's will experiment brings me joy (yes, im a sadist).

Knowing myself (and actually having the three of them whole backstory, name, personality and appearance) there will be a lot of angst, traumas and a good dosis of "my way of coping with all of this trauma is joking about it even though it hurts me even more". But what is a history or ff without a traumatized/depressed MC?

[insertsaddict]

Had an idea that I don’t think I’ll make into a full fic, so...here! Your Boyfriend Hunger Games AU! Based on what I remember of the books I read years ago...

(Game is 18+, so if you are a minor, please do not read after the cut!)

(Mentions of death, gore, and suicide—if these make you uncomfortable, please please don’t read this!)

You’ve grown up in one of the less well-off districts. You’re a bit distanced from your family, doing your best to support yourself. You’re good friends with TK, your neighbor and co-worker, and both of you express worry over the upcoming games.

Neither of you like the Games. And obviously, neither one of you wants to be chosen. The thought of it makes you shake, but TK does their best to reassure you each time. The odds of either of you getting chosen have to be low, right? Even if you put your name in a few extra times to get rations, surely it hasn’t been that many, has it?

...but of course, on the Reaping, whose name is pulled first but yours?

It’s a crushing blow to you. You’re not a fighter or a killer. This is a death sentence for you. When you take your place on the stage, you just feel numb.

You see TK’s distraught expression. But you don’t see another face in the crowd, someone just as stunned and horrified as you feel, too late to act to take your place.

They move back to the jar (everyone’s name is in one jar, they just pick two people of any gender to send or something), to draw the second name. Your fate is sealed.

Suddenly, someone else in the crowd volunteers. Murmurs travel throughout as they weave their way through, standing on the stage next to you. They can’t take your place (too late for that), but they’ve taken the second spot.

You look up to see grey skin, a blue shirt, and black hoodie, and blue eyes looking into yours with a range of emotions. Sadness, guilt...determination. They’re not familiar to you, but you know who’s standing in front of you.

Most people know of Peter, even you. You’ve seen him around town a bit, but all you know is that he grew up in a Career district, but moved into your district a few years back. You’ve heard rumors that he mostly moved to get away from his family.

No one besides him knows the full reason he moved, of course. And of course, he knows you very well.

Many don’t bat an eye at his sudden volunteering—he grew up in a Career district, after all. But you feel like maybe...there’s something more than that behind his actions.

Especially when he keeps gazing at you intensely.

You say tearful goodbyes to TK and your family. No one is there to visit Peter, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it. Eventually, the two of you are ushered onto the train to the Capitol...and you’re left alone.

You try to strike up a conversation with Peter. He flinches when you say his name, looking for a second like he swallowed a lemon.

“I don’t like my name,” he’ll admit. “I’d honestly prefer if you called me by a nickname or something.”

You come up with something on the spot—YB. From then on, that nickname is how he’ll introduce himself to everyone. And if anyone calls him “Peter”, he quickly corrects them.

You’re both introduced to Don, a gruff past Victor. He looks you over and mostly gives advice on how to avoid trouble, and how to outlive everyone else through sheer survival skills.

He looks over YB...and simply regards him coolly. The two of them stare at each other, long enough that you start to feel a little uncomfortable.

Later, Don will warn you that he gets a bad vibe from YB. Whether you trust his word or not is up to you, put...YB is very kind to you. Nervous, but kind, and willing to teach you some skills for survival.

Eventually, the two of you are in the arena. You grab what supplies you can and run from the action, not knowing that someone else is following your every move, always staying just far enough away that you don’t notice them.

Night falls, and as far as you can tell, you’re far away from anyone else. Safe for now, except...you swear you keep feeling someone watching you. You scan the forest over and over, but as far as you can see, no one’s there. 

But you still feel eyes on you. Watching, unblinking...

YB knows you so well that he can avoid your gaze just before you look in his direction. Even when you’re being so clever, even checking the branches above you! He admires that.

But there comes a point where you can’t keep your eyes open, when you end up passing out from exhaustion with your back against the tree trunk. YB slowly creeps forward, and many viewers wait with bated breath, watching as they’re sure he’s about to strike...!

And he simply leans against the tree beside you, keeping one hand on the hilt of his knife. He switches constantly between scanning the forest suspiciously and watching you adoringly.

No one watching is quite sure what to make of it. The Gamemakers linger on the two of you for quite some time, not sure whether something is going to happen or not. The bad vibe Don got from YB comes back with full force, but all he can do is grit his teeth and wish he had some way to tell you about the danger lurking beside you. No donations have come in yet.

This process repeats for the next few days and nights. You do your best to survive, avoid everyone else, and wait up each night before exhaustion takes over. All while unaware of your living shadow.

People have started to theorize about what YB is up to. Is he just there to mooch off your supplies? Is he unhinged and waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Is he looking for an alliance, but too nervous to fully approach you?

And then someone tries to attack you in your sleep.

YB had hidden in the shadows when he heard their footsteps approaching. You barely even stirred in your slumber. They found you in your makeshift camp, glanced between you and your supplies...and slowly raised a bow, aiming to quietly take you out.

They don’t even manage to grab an arrow before a knife is driven into their back.

Viewers are stunned, horrified...amazed at what follows. It’s one of the bloodiest kills in the Game yet, stab after stab, yet so silent that you don’t even wake up. All anyone can do is watched as words and symbols are carved into the cadaver.

When you wake up in the morning, your eyes land on a corpse...and the message carved into their chest.

You’re safe with me, Darling. It’s surrounded by hearts. Like a love letter.

Naturally, you scream and flee from the area.

You spend the next few days trying to flee from whoever left you that message, but you can still feel eyes on you. YB’s never far behind. At some point or another, you might actually spot him and talk to him...

Do you realize he’s the person you’re afraid of? Do you team up with him, or run faster, trying to get away?

There are honestly quite a few ways this could end. Most of them tragically.

If you’re killed at any point during the Games, YB will immediately go on a rampage of revenge. He’ll keep your corpse on him at all times, refusing to surrender it and fighting off anyone who tries to take you away from him. Even the drones the Gamemakers send don’t stand a chance against his fury.

Once he’s the only one left, he won’t allow himself to be crowned the victor. But he’s not going to allow the two of you to be separated, like they’ll surely do once they come to recover his body. 

Jumping off the cliff, into a raging river is deemed poetic and a worthy way of joining you, in his eyes...

On the other hand, if it’s just the two of you left...he won’t ever bring himself to harm you. Not for something as petty and unimportant as being Victor.

If you decide to strike at him, he won’t fight back. If you can’t bring yourself to kill him, he’ll take nightlock berries and go peacefully to let you be the winner. Either way, he’ll confess his love to you before dying.

There is a chance you can convince him to take part in the same trick Peeta and Katniss pulled off during their games, where they both threatened to swallow nightlock. Whether it’s an act of rebellion or love on your part, or a lie or trick to get YB to off himself, he’ll agree at once.

And just like in the books, the two of you will quickly be stopped and both declared the Victors before you can actually pull it off.

[lookingformoondrop]

Rules & Fandoms

★ ☆ ☆As of May 25, 2025 ☆ ☆ ★

° kidnapping, emotional manipulation, obsession, possession, murder, confinement, dub/non-con.

What I AM willing to write :

☆★☆

✅️ Yandere Characters/Themes

° Anything under where the sun shines, where the river flows and the grass grows.

✅️ Fluff

✅️ Incest

✅️ Angst

° Preferably step-incest and avoiding blood/biological connections altogether. (Writing for TCOAAL does that to a man)

° "It's over, I found someone else," "I don't need you anymore," character death, cheating, DYING.

° kissing, biting, sucking, making out /french.

✅️ Suggestive scenes

✅️ Domestic themes

🚫 Smut / extreme kinks or fetishes

° characters having kids with reader, reader being pregnant, characters being pregnant).

What I'm NOT willing to write :

☆★☆

° I'm looking at you watersporters)

🚫Suicide/Self-Harm

° Harming yourself, a character's death that has to do with suicide, or mentioning such elements.

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Here's what fandoms I write for!

YOUR BOYFRIEND

JOHN DOE (THE VISUAL NOVEL)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

JUJUSTU KAISEN

DEMON SLAYER (VILLAINS MOSTLY)

CHAINSAW MAN

DANGANRONPA

MYSTIC MESSENGER

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY

BLUE EYE SAMURAI

(Don't be afraid to ask for something that isn't on the Fandom list! Most likely, I don't know the media yet / and / or it has slipped my mind.)

[cybersvoid]

❥ Kitten

♡ Pairings: Peter x Reader

✉ Request: could you do a reader x goth Peter/YB? Where y/n is a cute neko chubby girl that is super shy and doesn't know how to express their emotions. Goth Peter has been dating them for a while and finally y/n wants to do the dirty but is very shy and goth Peter can't hold back and just wants to breed with them and be rough, but knows if he doesn't hold back he'll hurt her, but he doesn't know how to show affection without bullying. (there is a person here on tumblr who drew this concept but I'm not sure what their name is, creds to them tho! I can tag them in the comments?) [Anon]

AN: Yes, please, if you could tag them just so they get proper credit. Or if anyone else knows the artist they're referring to you can tag them as well! Thanks for the request.

‼Warnings‼: [18+ NSFW] Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Teasing, etc.

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” Peter questioned, his long hair falling forward, creating a cage around you so all you could focus on was him, “If you don’t turn me down now, I’m not gonna be able to stop, so don’t be a dumbass, and speak up while I'm allowing you too.”

You were embarrassed in your current position, completely nude with his cock an inch away from your entrance. It took all the courage you could muster to even bring up the topic of sleeping with him, and here he was, about to make you say it again. You felt yourself growing hot at the thought of the words coming out of your mouth again, so all you could do was nod. The bell on your little cat collar jingling with the shaking of your head.

His fingers snake their way under it, pulling you forward so your faces are close enough that you can feel his hot breath brushing over your skin. “Last time I checked you had a fucking voice, right?” You nodded your head again, more frantically than before, “Good, then fucking use it.” He released you, causing your head to fall back onto the pillow behind you. “So?”

“I-I’m sure.”

“You’re sure, what? What do you want?”

“I-I wan-” A gasp slipped past your lips as you felt him start to slowly rub the head of his cock up and down your slit, before hitting it on your clit, a muffled moan making its way through you.

“Come on, kitten. Just say it, and I’ll give you what you want.” He smirked above you, sharp teeth poking out from behind his lips. He always did this. Mercilisley teasing and toying with you for his own personal pleasure. He just adored watching you get all embarrassed because of him. In his own twisted way, it was almost as if that was how he showed affection. Picking on you was just how he showed he cared without out outwardly saying it.

“I-I want you, Peter. I want you inside of me. Please.” How can he ever say no to you when you ask so nicely.

He forces his dick in, inch by inch, not stopping until his balls smack against your ass. God, he just wants to tear into you without holding back, but his little kitten is oh, so sensitive, and he doesn’t want to scare you away. It took long enough just to get to this point, so he gives you a few seconds to adjust before finding a painfully slow and steady pace.

With each thrust, you felt him stretching you out further and further. The room is filled with your moans along with the sounds of his chains and your collar rattling. He has a dangerous look in his eyes, like he can lose it at any second. His jaw was clenched so tight you see his veins. You were a little scared, but at the same time aroused at the sight.

You must’ve been watching him for too long because his eyes quickly connect to yours, causing you to shy away. He doesn’t like that, slamming his dick into you with a deep force, causing you to screech out at the sudden strength behind his thrusting. You look at him, but all he does is mumble an ‘oops’ before going back to his steady pace. But he’s not done toying with you just yet.

“Can’t you meow for me, kitten? Come on, give me a meow.” He purred with a blissful smile. It was one of his favorite 'games' to play with you. He would often take your belongings, holding them above your head, refusing to give them back until you meowed for him, but this time he had nothing of yours, so you had no reason to give in to his bullying.

“I don’t want to, Peter. That’s embarrassing.” He put on a slight frown before slamming his thick cock into you once again. A whimper slipping through your cute lips.

“What was that?”

“I-I d-don-” Slam!

“Peter, I don-” Slam!

“M-Meow…” You stuttered out embarrassedly. You were truly going to be the death of him. His hands trailed up your face before landing on your cat ears. Rubbing the material between his fingers.

“Sometimes I want to rip these ears off of you. You’re just too fucking cute for your own good, and I bet you don’t even notice how every fucker on the street’s eyes linger on you when you walk by.” Peter began picking up the speed, his cock pushing into you with more force as a sour look took over his face “I really wanna gouge their eyes out, but not before fucking you in front of them, just so they know you’re mine and they can’t have you. Claim you just like this.”

“P-Peter, please. A little slower.” your whined, tears streaming down your face. He leaned down, his long tongue creeping out of his mouth and licking the salty drops off of your cheeks.

“Sorry, kitten. Just a little longer.” He forced himself to calm down, and return to his previous pace. Groaning when he did, you were clenching around him as your life depended on it. You were close, but he was too. So he decided to give you a choice. He stopped moving his cock, it took all the self-control he had, but he stopped, looking at you with a sadistic look in his eyes.

“My cock too much for you? Can’t take anymore?”

You moved your head before correcting yourself, using your voice instead. “N-No. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Want me to finish? Put my poor kitten out of her misery. Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please! Peter, I can’t take anymore.”

“Okay, I’m a good boyfriend, so I’ll be quick, but just remember you begged for this.”

Without warning, he rammed his cock into you as deep as your body allowed him. He fucked you at a pace so fast you were crying out in pain and pleasure, your thighs shaking and your tits bouncing with each thrust. The pleasure was erupting through your entire body as he abused your hole. He didn’t stop for a moment, not even as you begged him to slow down. He couldn’t. Not now. And it was you who asked for this.

He kept hammering himself into you without mercy, each thrust rocking your body and rattling your mind. You felt every thought slip away as you went blank before an indescribable pleasure spread from your core throughout you. Leaving you a drooling mess. Petter pumped a few more times before he followed, releasing every last drop of his hot cum into you, chills erupting on your skin at the sensation. Your pussy spasming around him.

Peter is forced to remove his dick from inside you, even though he really loves the feeling of you around him, he knows if he stays inside you much longer he’s just gonna get hard again, and from the looks of it, he really didn’t think you could handle another round. So he slowly removes his dick, the now-empty feeling leaving you whimpering as your pussy clenches around nothing. You missed the sensation of him filling you up.

Don’t worry though, this won’t be the last time. He’ll make sure of that.

[springy-bubbles]

TW// Allegations of SA, Grooming, R@pe ect. Hey everyone. I just wanted to let you know about this. The creator of Your Boyfriend 18+ game and the husband of the creator have been accused of a lot of REALLY shitty things. This is not something I want to fucking support and I don't want this shit to EVER happen to anyone. I can't confirm anything if these are true or not, but I still want to spread the word about this. If you are following me and you support ANY if these actions this people did, LEAVE MY FUCKING PAGE I don't care if you block me GOOD! GET THE HELL OUT! This goes out to the minors who are in the YBF community, you are at risk and you should leave that group, protect yourself and put yourself first, don't be afraid to speak out if this has happened to you but if you don't feel safe enough to, that's totally ok. My page is a safe space for people who need it and also who just want to hang out. please keep yourselves safe Much Love ~SpringyDaBean