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tomfrogisblue · 6 months ago

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i forgot to post this during june but i think one of the reasons qsmp was so important was how unapologetically Gay it was

for starters, the number of creators and admins involved who are irl queer of some variation, just chilling in a place where any kind of phobia would get Philza's legendary ban hammer faster than you could say "rainbow jelly"

and then the characters.

i remember showing up that first day and being shocked that somehow foolish had an ex-boyfriend already (I had missed the squidcraft lore apparently)

that server. gay. all the gay. all kinds of gay.

govermentally assigned platonic husbands that stayed together the whole time (despite one of them being gone for months at a time), not a chance in hell of infidelity. Proud fathers of two wonderful children.

governmentally assigned partners who yelled full volume at each other about cheating any time they were in the room together and between the two of them killed two children.

a grieving father and ex-convict becoming one of the most solid couples in the server, with a beautiful wedding and consistent public displays of affection via the in-game chat.

a demon ashamed of who she was and a lonely detective struggling with family trauma, now with a lil girl of their own, to love together and take care of, with more moms than could ever allow the little girl to ever be lonely herself.

a 2b2t warrior coming to terms with his sexuality with the support of his beautiful baby boy at his side, slowly but surely opening up to his eventual Brazilian Boyfriend. Where they went from the most cautious couple (baby steps) to the most sickeningly sweet couple on the server.

- and this list doesn't even scratch the surface.

gay characters, trans characters, ace characters, aroace characters, gender fluid characters, all kinds of relationships and families.

all presented without negativity or shame.

the point of the server was to exchange languages and cultures, without the biases and barriers seen so much in both the content creator scene and the wider world.

it also had a beautiful little side effect, practically by accident.

our lgbtqsmp.

#meant so fucking much to me #qsmp #qsmp pride #death duo #misclick duo #guapoduo #teaduo #hideduo #as a core memory i just remember how seriously cellbit took his characters relationship with roiers #it wasnt just a joke. it wasnt just a bit. he was writing a love story for his character that was meant to mean something.#maybe im too used to mainstream media treating queer relationships as less important. or never developing them as much as straight ones.#so this server full of the gayest lil cubitos around did a lil healing on my gay lil heart :)#qsmp lore #life's just a lil more bright with a lil bit of rainbow ya know?#lgbtqsmp #and then also tubbo having a lil vomit anytime hideduo looked at each other while fogetting how humans speak whenever fred looked at him #frubbo

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sunnypopoki · 11 days ago

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❝A LIAR’S OBSESSION❞

YANDERE DRABBLES #1 . . .

☆ ━━ [ yandere! husband x AFAB! reader ]

TW ; foul language, yandere content, sexual content and language, no pronouns used for the reader, stalking, obsession, toxic relationships, mental / emotional abuse, and more.

╳ This is not meant to be romanticized. If you or any of your loved ones portray behavior such as this, please consult into a professional. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned. ╳

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who hates to leave you alone. Each morning he clambers out of bed or has to go on long business trips, he grits his teeth and glides his fingers across your sleeping figure. Why did he have to leave? Couldn’t he just work from home?

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who never fails to make you breakfast before he has to leave for the day. Always homemade. Want pancakes? He’ll make them. Want eggs with toast and bacon? He’ll whip them up as fast as he can. He finds joy in acts of service—no matter what time of day or if he’s running late. Even if he’s behind the clock, he never leaves in the morning without making you breakfast.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who always sneaks a bite and hums around when he imagines you eating his food. Fuck. He really wanted to say.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who mutters profanity as he drives to work. If he crashed his car and was sent to the hospital, maybe he’d be able to spend more time with you. You could coddle him and he could usher you to kiss him better. His skin warmed at the thought. Oh, he’d do anything for some kisses.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who hates everyone but you. Forcing himself to work at his desk, snapping at anyone who came in looking for him. So what if he was their boss? He didn’t give a shit. They just needed to follow his orders and leave him the fuck alone.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who scares all his employees. They know he’s obsessed with you, which is why they won’t even mention your name at work. They don’t want to find their head cracked open because they accidentally said something too close, too inappropriate, and uncomfortable…

Because the last time your YANDERE! HUSBAND heard someone gossiping about his relationship at work, they wound up in the hospital with a head cracked open and significant head trauma. If they remembered he did it, they didn’t share. Because who would snitch in a situation like that? Not when they could still vividly remember his eyes; cold, dangerous, emerald green.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who constantly checks what you’re doing, where you’re at, what you’re up too. He doesn’t care if it’s stalking. He has to make sure you’re safe, that you haven’t just deserted him. It’s a good thing you usually always stay at home. Each time you have to go somewhere, he goes for a break (without telling anyone) just to take you there. A precious woman like yourself can’t go out alone, that’s dangerous.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who speeds back home with good control. Whizzing down the highway as rain splatters across the windshield, zipping in between cars, blasting soft music on the radio. He always drove with amazing ease. Obviously, he was used to speeding.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who barrels back inside and tackles you into a hug each time he’s done with work. Pulling you into him, inhaling your scent, feeling the warmth of your body pressed up against his own. A shudder goes down his spine every time. Being away from you for a minute physically hurts him.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who refuses to let you go. Because what happens if you let go and you never want to hold him again? He won’t allow something like that to happen.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who has big hands. Large, strong hands who could break your bones if he wanted too—but with you? He was gentle. He was soothing. He’d rather shoot himself in the head than hurt you… because what if you hated him? What if you tried to divorce him? He wouldn’t allow that. He refuses to let that happens

His arms tighten around you. His chest was tight. “Hm, can I kiss you?”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who melts when you look up at him and nod. He could gaze in your eyes and forever be lost

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who kisses you in every way he possibly can. It always starts off tender and slow (he won’t scare you away because then you won’t come back) before heating up, his large hands grabbing your waist and squeezing it, yanking you into him as he tilted his head further into you. Kissing with tongue, clashing teeth, and ragged breaths.

He can’t get enough. There’s nothing you could do that would give him enough. He gets dizzy off your overwhelming scent, losing breath as he kisses you more and more and more and more. Fuckkkk! He couldn’t get enough. He wanted more! His large hands roamed your back, his heart flipping when he heard you take a gasp for air each time he pulled away momentarily.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who feels sick to his stomach each time you pull away from his kisses and tell him that you want to do something else. Why? Why do you want to do something else? He wanted to do you. Flip you up on the kitchen counter, yank your dress up, and feast on the one thing he’s been dying to feast on since he started married you. To see you come undone by his fingers and tongue alone, the way your face scrunches up and your moans bounce off the walls. The sounds you’d make… oh, fuck. He wanted it so bad—

But he won’t. Because you don’t want that. And if he did do that, you’d never want to be with him again… and he has to keep you close. He needs too.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who doesn’t rush you when you tell him you don’t want to lose your virginity yet. He knows you’re scared of sex, it’s not because you hate him. He knows you’re insecure (why? He has no clue) so he knows you don’t want to expose yourself to him. At least not yet. He doesn’t rush you because the moment he does, you’ll hate him. He’d rather wait. Sex won’t be as enjoyable if you hate him.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who still touches you inappropriately afterwards. As you two go to watch a movie, he will kiss your neck and nip at your collarbone, relishing your movements each time you forget about the screen altogether. What? He’s not forcing you to have sex with him. He’s just giving you a taste of some foreplay! There’s nothing wrong with that.

“Hm, your neck is so pretty marked up like that…” he whispered. “Love your little gasps.”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who tries to see your face contort in pleasure each time he gets. Whether it be by an “accidental” grind or a purposeful touch between your legs. He always has to hide his frown when you eventually shove his hand away, making his jaw click to the side. You never notice. Why would you notice? He’s the “perfect” husband.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who still enjoys spending time with you even though he’s pent up. He loves cuddling into you, even if it’s not sexual, as the two of you watch a movie. He likes watching scary movies with you. The way you jump and grasp at his arm, the way you constantly close your eyes and look at him when you’re too scared to look at the TV.

Sometimes he has the urge to purposely scare you himself. What would you look like when you jumped, flinching away from him? What would you look like when you realized it was just him joking around? Would you melt into his arms, allow him to kiss your worries away, play with your hair?

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who gets jealous each time a hot actor comes on the screen. He glances at you throughout it, watching as you gnawed on your bottom lip, even though you told him that you, and he quotes, “don’t have any celebrity crushes.”

What a liar. As he watches you stare at the screen, green eyes darkening at the thought of you ogling some other man, he’s quick to distract you with needy kisses on the sensitive part of your neck. When your breathing hitches, he drags your head to the side to look at him. You know he’s jealous. He always looks scary when he’s jealous.

“Your husband is right here.”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who groans when it’s time to go to bed. Why couldn’t he stay up a little bit more so he could spend time with you? The sooner he goes to bed, the sooner he has to wake up and go to work again.

He could just lock you up. Being you to work with him. His employees wouldn’t say a thing, he’d make sure they didn’t say anything. He could just keep you by his side forever. Use you whenever he wanted. He was quick to push these dark thoughts away.

No, no. He had to make sure he didn’t push you away.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who clings to you when you try to get up. You have to pry him off just to get ready for bed. After another ten minutes, twenty minutes if he’s lucky, you can get up.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who jumps in the shower before going to bed. He had to be clean for you. He wanted you to like the smell of his freshly clean hair, the softness of his skin, the warm curves of his biceps and chest. He also had to be clean, just in case you miraculously changed your mind and said you wanted to have sex with him.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who always lets out his pent up stress in the shower. Chasing after his own release, biting his lip so you didn’t hear the grunts and whines falling from his lips, eyes rolling back. He was getting more and more impatient every day. Sure, he didn’t marry you for sex, and he’d live without it—but FUCK, he wanted to pound you into the sheets and breed you.

When would you allow him to do it? Even if you didn’t want kids, even if the idea of having a ton of mini yous around the house irked him, he wanted to see your face when he spilled inside you.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who purposely walks out of the shower with just a towel around his waist to see you get embarrassed. He liked the way you averted your eyes and smiled, biting your lip, too shy to watch him out some clothes on. Not that you did any of this. He has yet to even see you under your underwear—but that’s okay. He can manage and wait.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND you climbs into bed and presses kisses to your temple. He pulls you close and wraps his arms around you.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much. I don’t want to live a life without you. I’d die without you.”

“I love you too.”

“You won’t ever leave me, right?”

You smiled. “Of course not.”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who grins at the response. Good. All those efforts to keep you away from other people, to make sure you didn’t have any other friends other than his company, was paying off. All the lying was working. You weren’t dumb by any means… he was just better. But that’s okay.

He wouldn’t allow you to leave even if you tried. He’d chain you up and keep you as his forever if you dared even suggest the thought of divorce or separation from him.

Because you’re his.

Only his.

This Drabble was based off one of my yandere books online! Please check out my YANDERE HUSBAND story called “Muzzle [yandere mafia husband x female! reader]” online.

You can find this on both QUOTEV and WATTPAD. If you like this story, please make sure to star, heart, or comment on the stories to show support! I also have a discord server if you’re interested…

Thank you so much for reading this Drabble! Make sure to heart and comment if you want to see more content like this.

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