#yester.shorts

[yestrday]

omg requests are open wowieee hello!! good morning, afternoon, and evening <33 I hope your day has been going well i went in this inbox without really much of a plan, all I had was yandere trey feeding yuu, the rest is up to you gang (if possibly... can yuu be male..? if not it's okay gn!) yeah... I don't have much to add, remember to take care of yourself <33

: ̗̀➛ OPEN WIDE JUS LIKE THAT . yan! pervert! trey clover / male! reader

જ⁀➴ ✉︎ boohoo im sorry 😭😭 my mouth kink got the best of me.... im sorry uhuuhu i just really want his fingers on my tongue god,,, trey rghhh......

( 16+; sexual innuendos; reader called a 'boy.' ouuu shih im gunna buss i love u trey; not much yan going on ill be honest but he still lowkey twisted )

There was something deeply unsettling in the way Trey perceived you. He usually donned the mask of a friendly neighbor, an older brother who would gently greet you in the mornings and fix your hair when it was all mussed up. Not to say that you weren’t aware that he was a twisted individual; this is Night Raven College, after all. Still, things were often friendly and wholesome between you two.

But really! You clench your fists in your lap as you stare down the strawberry tart in front of your face. There’s nothing friendly (much less wholesome!) about the way he’s tapping— stroking?!— the spoon against your lips!

“Uh, um, Trey-senpai…” You stammer out, beet red. You refuse to look your green-haired senior in the eyes, feeling a rash crawl up your neck with how intensely he’s been staring at you. “I can feed myself…” You try to push the spoon away, but his hand, large and rough with calluses, places itself on top of yours. 

“Now, now,” he chuckles, gentle yet mischievous. “Why so shy all of a sudden? Come on, eat up. A growing boy needs all the nutrients he can get.

You don’t know what nutrients exactly you can find in a strawberry tart, dripping with glaze and topped with whipped cream, but you find yourself unable to retort. Has he always stared at you like this? Those warm yellow eyes gleaming from beneath his glasses, steadily watching every microexpression of yours as you continue to hesitate. It’s like… he’s expecting something. Waiting for something? But for what?

You hesitate again before deciding to forgo the unease in your nerves and open your mouth for him. Then, there it is— a spark of enthusiastic gleam in his eyes before he pushes the spoon and its tart into your mouth. You taste the strawberry first— freshly picked and bursting with juice, then the whipped cream cushioning the tartness, and finally the brown sugar graham as an added texture. It’s nothing you haven’t tasted before, but it’s still amazing nonetheless.

“Mmm~!” You sigh happily, closing your eyes in bliss. “Still got it, Trey-senpai.”

He laughs and withdraws his hand, gaze still lingering on your lips. “Well, I’d hope so. Especially since I’m baking almost every day.” His voice then lowers to a whisper. “Still as messy as ever,” he mutters. The strange allure of your senior’s deepened voice sends a tingle through your spine, and more so when he leans in closer. You’re frozen in place as Trey brings up his thumb to press down on your lower lip.

“You’ve got some whipped cream here,” he tells you, tapping your lip twice with his thumb. He finally locks eyes with you, no longer gentle nor mischievous. “You should clean up after yourself.”

“Lick it.”

Are you that susceptible to that husky voice of his? The whiplash of the older brother figure and the strange yet seductive man in front of you overlap, and you find yourself sticking your tongue out to run against your lip. The pink thing runs across his thumb, just the slightest second of rough warmth, before retreating into your mouth. His eyes darken.

“Sevens, you’re so fucking cute,” he mutters. He pulls down on your lip, forcing you to open your mouth, and he inspects the aftermath of his tart. Whipped cream spread on your lips, still bits of strawberries here and there… and more importantly— he flicks his eyes upward— those wavering eyes of yours, looking straight up at him with puppy-like confusion. 

His lips curl in a cruel grin, shedding all his usual gentleness. “Want some more?” He asks. You try to say something, but find it awkward with his thumb pressing down on your mouth. He notices this and chuckles lowly. “Ah, no need for words, pet. Just a simple nod will do.”

You do just that, and he laughs again. “Good boy.” Setting aside the rest of the tart, he scoops up a clump of whipped cream and brings it up to your lips once more. “Now, stick that tongue out for me. I wanna see something.”

And like the sucker that you are, you do exactly as he says.

[yestrday]

i wanna see a yandere who has destroyed their darling's life beyond no repair. all your classmates and friends shun you, your family's basically abandoned them, and all sorts of rumors prevent anyone from even getting near you. it was all an elaborate scheme on the yandere's end to have you to themselves and it worked, amazingly so.

you come to them for comfort. they're your only safe space these days. he thinks you have had your suspicions for a long time now, but to his amazement you don't really seem to care. your eyes are a dull, endless void compared to the bright ones he had fell for, but he doesn't seem to care. he likes you before and he likes you even more now.

but it is getting concerning how disturbed you become with every visit to his place. your words barely connect as you ramble about something or other, and you laugh to yourself out of nowhere. he is nothing but understanding, but he worries. he once brought up this to you and you... stared. then laughed. laughed so much that he feared you'd laugh your throat hoarse. somehow, he can't help but feel that your amusement was directed at him.

he watches as the bags under your eyes grow darker and heavier. with only him and studies occupying your time, there was nothing to do but throw yourself into your studies. your drafts are nonsensical ramblings about the given topic, sometimes segwaying to gruesome thoughts. your grades are nothing special, maybe even failing, but you study and study and write and write and drink coffee after coffee and—

they call you insane. you do look insane. you can't bring yourself to care about brushing out your hair or cooking a half-decent breakfast, and if it weren't for him you'd probably be dead a long time ago. they whisper about you behind your back and you laugh. you haven't cared in a long time anymore. you don't see yourself caring ever.

he becomes increasingly frustrated as the time goes by. he can't be by your side all the time, so whenever you go off and do whatever self-destructive thing you want to do, his stress levels spike. he wants to take you away before you do something irreversibly stupid, but then all evidence would point to him. because you only have him.

guilt and terror wrecks his mind as he looks at you. even if he finds you beautiful even in your damaged state, he can't bring himself to look at you. your kisses tastes like every vice all at once— addicting, guiltily so.

BAKUGOU, deku, geto, YUTA, MALLEUS, vil, riddle, AZUL, kaeya, ayato, AVENTURINE, HUGO, ROMEO, jin, THOMA, sho,

[yestrday]

can we get more yandere poly hiori, isagi, kurona x reader content pls🥹🥹 ill take any crumbs,,

in celebration of nagi getting kicked out of blue lock i will grant this months-old req !

( coercion ??, marriage talks, reader fuckin hates them, hiori + isagi sadist combo )

"It's not so bad, is it?" Isagi is kneeled before you with the sweetest eyes, patting down your hair and cooing at you like he wasn't the reason you were crying. "You, me, Hiori, Kurona... We'll be a perfect family, I just know it. So... stop crying? Please?"

Like hell. Marry and build a family with the three people who kidnapped you and forced you to be little more than their romanticized pet? You thought they were professional athletes, not fucking comedians. You want to tell him exactly that, but your relentless sobbing has rendered your throat unusable... and you don't want to know what sadistic punishment they have in store for that outburst.

"Still cryin'?" Hiori's head popped into the doorframe, with Kurona following. At his arrival, you try to stifle your tears and fix yourself up. Isagi might revel in your tears, but Hiori will see one droplet and keep them rolling for weeks just to satiate his sick desires. He quirks a smile when he sees you stiffen and hold back any emotions. "Hmm, shame. Woulda liked to see ya cry a bit more f'me."

"Like you weren't bullying them into it an hour ago," Isagi quipped, but the smile on his face means he's part of the enjoyment. Hiori flashes him an unapologetic grin.

"Eat up, eat up." Kurona sets down a bowl of soup in front of you and hands you a spoon. "Must hurt, your throat. This'll ease it up." You croak out a raspy thanks.

"I dun get it. What's so bad about us?" Hiori ponders aloud, watching you as you take slow sips from the bowl. "Not to brag, but we're famous, rich, and well—" He takes a long look at his two boyfriends and chuckles. "I wouldn't be with these dumbasses if they weren't a lil bit hot."

"C'mon, marriage is a big deal. Maybe they're just overwhelmed, that's all." Isagi smiles at you and pats your head again. "We did propose out of nowhere. And no grand gesture either."

"They want the ol' song and dance? Big rose bouquets, a whole audience? Picky thing, they are."

As Isagi and Hiori muse about marriage and proposals, Kurona sits beside you silently. He knows something the others don't, or at least, acknowledge. He bites his lips and twiddles his fingers, sometimes glancing at you to try and meet your eyes. You refuse to meet his and focus on the soup. You know he knows. You know he knows that you fucking hate all of them.

"I love you," Kurona says softly, even if you don't look his way. "We love you so much."

You huff into your soup.

"Is that... Is that not enough?"

His sudden confession has drawn Isagi and Hiori's attention. They don't do anything to butt in, but you can feel the amusement radiating off the egoists.

You bite your lip, furrowing your brows and putting the spoon down. You feel sick. The soup seems to be lurching in your stomach, and your heart is beating twice the normal heart rate. Hiori and Isagi's gazes lay heavily on you, and Kurona's hesitant touch burns like lava. Of course it's not enough. Nothing they'll do will ever be enough.

"Answer our Kurona's question, [Y. Name]," Isagi's sickly sweet voice rings through the room.

The tang of blood spreads on your tongue, dripping from your split lower lip. The taste of blood is nothing new to you by now, but it will always be reminiscent of unpleasant and painful memories. Memories like now.

You sigh and drop your fist. Like you even had a choice.

"No, you're right." You smile like the brides on magazines, but eyes not quite as bright. "It's enough. More than enough."

Runaway brides are always a hit with the media, right?

[yestrday]

imagining what it would be like to be in a school full of blue lock's egoists... it'd be literal hell. everywhere you go there's a whole bunch of sadısts who get off to dėgrading you and watching your every reaction.

like, even the people who seem like nice guys aren't what they seem like. if you latch on to isagi, he'll become smug and proud about it, cuz of course you don't wanna hang out with those incompetents, do you? hiori would be smiling so sweetly while he pokes you with a compass. even kunigami, the guy who used to protect you from the others, came back after being suspended and starts manhandlıng you like you can barely breathe.

but people who hide their true intentions here are just rare finds, most of the time it's men who openly enjoy the tórment they give you. kaiser and ness just ganging up on you and making you carry their things. reo straight up telling you he could just buy you and asking nagi if what color should the cọllar be. karasu who invades your personal space and teases you with fleeting touches...

i think it wouldn't take too long before their shared darling breaks. not that they care. they'd probably like that more anyway.

[yestrday]

here to request yandere blue lock crumbs.. anything would do, whether its headcanons, scenarios etc... i just wanna see you write for any of those feral boys hehe

hm. i'm thinking of yandere! poly! isagi, kurona, & hiori with their darling... grgrglrllrgrlrl

i feel like, kurona would absolutely be passive in this relationship. he's very people-pleaser and less leader, and he's content in doing so. he doesn't quite mind the power imbalance between him and hiori and isagi, and actually thinks it's pretty preferable. it puts him on more equal grounds with you.

isagi is generally nice when you or hiori aren't pushing his buttons... or when he isn't excited. he's never gotten in a fight that hasn't been resolved quickly with kurona, but it's an entirely different situation with hiori. they both find the thrill of riling each other up arousing, while you and kurona (unless you want to join in a fight that you can't handle) just watch on the sidelines.

hiori is also pretty nice, but fakely so. you know he's hiding his sadistic tendencies behind that pleasant country accent of his. more often than not, he's pinching your cheeks, biting your skin, and poking you with a fork. he mostly wins his fights with isagi, but he and kurona have a pretty cozy relationship. you just can't get mad with kurona.

they're both veryyyy different lovers. kurona's quite normal, if it weren't for the fact that he's a bit too devoted. he does whatever you want whenever, so long as you don't try to get away from them. if you ask him, he'll let you out of the house for a walk so long as he goes with you. isagi and hiori have told him multiple times not to, but kurona just can't resist giving you what you want.

isagi could be normal, but he's got that manipulative streak in him. he'll play nice to lull you into a false sense of security before he bullies for being stupid. it's a bit exciting to see you cry and depend on him. of course, isagi's still kinda sane, so he has his domestic moments. he dotes on you a lot when he's in his right mind, needy for your attention and pouty when you don't give it.

hiori's just a sadist all the way through. it would be more bearable if he was just a sadist, but he likes to play nice too. unlike isagi where you don't know when he'll have a personality switch, hiori just outright tortures you while he wears that pretty smile. he'll seat you in his lap as he plays a horror game, kurona and isagi chilling on his sides, while your already shaken nerves are put under even more pressure as you get a first ticket seat to bloody jumpscares. hiori is just psychological warfare in one body.

[yestrday]

what abt an academy! darling whom is very blunt n honest or even carefree abt everything lol

i just imagine a darling that gives... no fucks whatsoever. they don't care. they act sorta high and chill but if you ask for their opinion it's delivered with such nonchalance that you can't even take offense lol

you'd be giving diluc heart attacks every time. do you remember where you are? this is the academy for the elite of the elite. one wrong move and you'd have enemies on your trail. you might've told off a classmate for being a bitch, and diluc has had to threaten them into dropping those false charges against you to keep you safe. of course, you are none the wiser.

thoma has to be your interpreter every time you pull one of your shenanigans. someone may have asked you about what you think of their project and you could be like ":/ it's good :/ but didn't you make [insert some poor dude] do it for—" and he has to slap a hand over your mouth and nervously laugh and go all like "ahahaha i think they mean you and [insert bullied dude] did such a good job on the collaboration!!!" scolds you to be more mindful in this kind of environment

xingqiu is a menace and he absolutely encourages this behavior. likes to watch you tell it to these rich people's faces like how it is and laugh quietly behind whatever book he's reading. he knows you just don't really care about the consequences of your actions, but he thinks that the mess you always make is so entertaining.

you just give more reasons for scaramouche to hate you. like for real? can't you at least try to act like you're bothered by him. he hates it when he gives you a snide remark and you just tell him to stop bothering you just cuz he has an inferiority complex. pops a blood vessel every time you're near, on god.

[yestrday]

is there anything that makes ayato, zhongli, or heizou lose their cool/get flustered

let's do academy au!

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it's very hard to crack academy! ayato's carefully maintained facade, especially since the kamisato clan's first born has been taught to never show vulnerabilities. he acknowledges your flirting with amusement, but it doesn't really affect him. it's when you show genuine kindness that has him short-circuiting internally. when you pat his head and acknowledge all the hard effort his done, he can barely say anything before he clears his throat and turns away. later, behind closed doors, he covers his mouth as he recalls your kind eyes and the tender way they looked at him. it drives him mad, the way such a silly gesture has him in a chokehold, but most importantly, it has him hiding his overheated face in his cool hands.

academy! zhongli doesn't get flustered. he pats your head endearingly when you try to flirt and distract you with a story and tea. the only person who can make him lose his cool is neuvillette, who he is very afraid of (though he doesn't show it). he makes a point to avoid him at all costs whenever he hears that he's in the vicinity, and when you catch him hiding he miserably tries to feign ignorance. another way to make him crack is when someone brings up his past of delinquency and begins coughing and starts to stop and distract everyone. unfortunately for him, venti is a very persistent storyteller so he often gets a teacup unceremoniously hurled at him.

academy! heizou is usually the one doing the flustering, so you don't often find him at the receiving end of it. but bolder darlings will realize that it's actually quite easy to see him a blushing mess when you give him the same energy back— if not more. you see, heizou's a bit too cowardly to go beyond brief touches and flirty remarks. so when a darling decides to play coy and tease him with more, he gets so taken aback that he just stops and freezes as he tries to process what just happened. he'll laugh it off, teasing you back about such scandalous behavior on your part. but his face is still tomato-red and his eyes refuse to look at you, so you know that you've won the game.

[yestrday]

bro like

imagine if reader and housewife scara had a kid that looks practically exactly like one of them and yet got the personality of the other parent 💀💀💀

🍡 anon back at it again

ghiwefi i can imagine the domestic shenanigans here istg kuni's reactions would be fucking hilarious. also you get called papa once because i couldnt think of any gn parental terms

you might like: yandere! genshin malewife au ft. scara

"oh my gosh say that one more time for the camera, sweetie."

your eight-year-old flips you off from his seat, glaring at you over a bowl of cereal. his [hair color] is messy from tossing and turning in his sleep and his pouty lips are in the most bitter scowl you have ever seen adorning them. you squeal as you capture your vulgar child on camera and begin fawning over it on camera, whilst kuni karate chops him on the head.

"ow! whaddya do that for?!" he complains, covering his bump with his tiny two hands as kuni locks him with an equally deadly glare.

"you brat, you better treat your parent with more respect!" he scolds. he looks threatening, despite holding a pan with the most delicious looking waffles while donning a frilly lavender apron. "if i see you flipping someone off one more fucking time, you're losing tv privileges!"

"why not?!" the child yells indignantly as he shakes his tiny fists at his father. "you do that to them all the time?!"

"just because i do it doesn't mean you can!"

"then you're not a very good parent, are you?!"

kuni pops a vein, and he feels the most vile sentence forming on the tip of his tongue before he bites it down and sighs. "for that, i'm still cutting down your tv time by one hour." he cries out in outrage, but he ignores him and slides the waffles onto a plate. "go play outside or something.... honestly, you look like this idiot over here—" he shoots a sharp glare at you, still fawning over the picture. "— but you're too goddamn rude to be anything like him."

"maybe it's because i get it from you!" the kid says, mouth full with waffles. kuni glances at him and scoffs, lightly hitting him again on the head.

"... make that two hours."

"never say that kind of sappy shit with my face ever again."

"but dad~" your daughter whines, tugging on kuni's kimono sleeve. "i love him! can't i just buy him one box of chocolates? please?"

kuni wrinkles his nose at the notion of a mere ten-year-old falling in love, and even more so when his literal carbon copy is pulling a lovesick expression with his face. she has the sharp eyes and all, yet they look so... girlish? dreamy, when on her. something about it grates on his nerves.

"how could you possibly like a guy like him?" he scoffs, scanning the aisle for a specific brand of flour. "you said he hated you. he throws your notebooks, mocks and humiliates you, and is basically anything but a decent human being. if it weren't for [y. name], i would've gone over to that school and ripped him and whatever vile parent he has into shreds."

"but! but!" she whines. "papa says you were exactly like that before!" kuni freezes. "then he could be the one for me!"

kuni snorts and grabs a bag of flour before dropping it into the cart. "your papa was and still is an idiot. but still," a fond smile graces his lips for a second. "we're the exception. doesn't mean it can turn out well for you."

"is that a no, then?" she pouts.

kuni is silent, and she perks up and pulls him down to give him a peck on the cheek. "thanks, dad!"

"whatever," he grumbles as she runs off to the chocolate aisle, holding the kissed cheek with an embarassed blush on his face.