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[melody22222]

Hi sweet, hope you doing well.

Can i request a yandere ceo x secretary reader, she is too shy and people wonder how she even get this job but they also notice the favor that they cold boss give to her.

Safe with me

Male Yandere CEO x Secretary Fem!reader

A/N: I know... I took so long and IM SORRY-

Summary: Your boss been having a hidden plan and wanted to keep it that way but after an incident board meeting with new clients, it seems like he have to take matters in his own hands with you quickly. (SUCH A GOOFY SUMMARY ISTG OMG...)

Word count: 7.1k (Kill me, NOW.)

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You opened the door to his elegant, opulent office that has been taking up the place because of his strong cologne that hit your nostrils the moment you stepped in. You saw him taking his coat off and walking towards the hanger.

“Good morning, Mr. Waldorf.” You said with a sheepish smile on your face, awkwardly standing near the door as you left it ajar

“Well well, if it isn’t my favorite employee,” He said with a straight face but a twinkle in his eye, giving you a quick nod as he hung his coat.  “As well as my personal assistant.” He added. You watch him walk to his chair, settling into his desk.

Your smile grew wide at his remark, feeling a mix of pride and validation.      

You walked closer to his front desk. “Thank you, Mr. Wald-”

He cuts you off, “Didn't we talk about distorting names?” He looked up at you. “I’ve already told you, Rhys is perfectly fine.”

You fell silent, locking eyes with him.

“Um, Rhys, yes. Of course, I apologize.” 

Rhys tilt nodded coldly in return and opened his drawers. You glanced at your little notebook schedule that’s for him. “Umm, Spencer wants to meet for drinks with you at Thyme Bar.”

“When?”

“After six.”

“Negative, cancel it.” He spoke with the same robotic voice, not looking up to you while busy getting his files on his desk from the drawers.

“And what should I say?”

“Just say no.”

“Just say no…?” You said with a hint of fear in your voice but you still decided to write down in the notebook with your pen on what he demanded. Your mind begins to flash off how scared you are at confronting the man ‘Spencer’ on the phone, unsure of what to say to him. A ‘no’ was not enough for you.

Actually, you were unsure of everything that happened. You still don’t know how you ended up here, being a secretary to such a luxurious CEO man. Before, you were just a little receptionist behind a desk that nobody cared or noticed. Of course, it wasn’t such a surprise due to the chaotic atmosphere.

It really is such a massive, well-known company.

Your plan was just being a receptionist but when, on your first day, bumping into the man who’s now you’re working for as a secretary, everything changed. 

Behind his eyes when he first laid them on you, spoke everything to him. 

You could see a spark in his eyes but he still held his professionalism. The way he talked to you made you notice the man’s stern demeanor, which instantly kept you on edge. Every second of him talking, the more nervous you grew.

But what kept you more on edge is that him coming to you after weeks, offering you the position. It was unexpected and you were immediately shocked. You hesitated for a moment, telling him you had to think about it.

You actually wanted to decline the offer. The thought of the added stress and your lack of rapport with Rhys made it clear. However, your heart sank when you found out the receptionist position had already been filled before your arrival.

A lost and confused expression fell on your face when you saw them moving your stuff before the big news that you in fact, did not recall.

—

“Um, excuse me. Hi, can you tell me what's going on here?

“Are you Y/n L/n?”

“Yes…?”

“The boss, Mr. Waldorf, ordered us to move some things on the last floor, your things. Aren’t you his secretary now?

“What- Well, that’s my desk. I’m not his secretary. I think you perhaps misunderstood the boss?”

“Nope, I understood the boss pretty well. These are your things, and I think you need to rethink again. Because you indeed are his secretary now, you agreed to that to yourself yesterday.”

—

“Mr. Waldorf, What?”

“Please, just call me Rhys. And what? Is something wrong? Olivia mentioned to me that you had accepted the job placement I offered. We even went ahead and already hired a man for the receptionist job since you are taking the secretary position.

“What… I mean, You- you are right. I informed Olivia this morning to tell you. I just didn't realize you had already hired someone this quickly.”

—

Rhys flashed an innocent smile when you said that, but there was something lurking behind it. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda, a plan, and it had worked. You decided to suck it up and think that this was your fate. You had no choice but to accept it, otherwise where would you go?

—

After lying to his straight face, you somehow ended up here in his exquisite looking office, accepting your fate.

“Well, Y/n. No reservations today, just bring me the report that I asked for and my coffee.” He coldly commanded, his tone devoid of warmth.

“Yes, sir.” You awkwardly nodded.

You walked out from his office, directly going to the break room in order to get what he asked for. After a few moments, you returned to his office, a steaming cup of coffee held carefully in your hand, while the other hand grasped firmly the prepared paper report.

Carefully, you walked straight towards his desk when a tragedy happened.

You took a misstep and accidentally stumbled forward, causing the coffee cup to slip from your grasp and spill all over his desk, drenching his expensive pants in the process.

You let out a big gasp as your heart sank, “Oh my god, Rhys, I’m so so sorry.” You exclaimed.

Quickly, you rushed to his side with a flurry of tissues in hand that you took from the tissue box on the desk. You bent down, feverishly trying to clean up the mess you made. You didn’t pay attention to the man in front of you that’s trying to get your attention as you repeatedly apologized. 

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n!” He urgently called your name, seeing it no use, he tightly grabbed both sides of your shoulders with his hands. You froze, looking up at his gaze with your widened eyes. The tissues now soaked with coffee, making small drops drip down and land on his pants but he didn’t seem to care.

“Y/n, it’s okay.” He caressed your cheek that made you slightly flinch.”It’s okay, it’s no big deal. Calm down.”

Uncontrollable heavy breaths came out from your chest, looking at him with fear in your eyes that he immediately noticed. “It’s okay.” He assured you again. He patiently lets you slowly relax, and your heavy breaths started to go away.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You said, in more of a calm but still worried tone this time.

Unexpectedly, he leaned closer to your face and planted a soft kiss on your cheek that caused you to slightly gasp at his sudden affection.

 “I’m not mad, and you don’t have to clean up anything, just leave it up to me.”

“But sir no, I made the mess. I have to clean it up.” You mumbled.

“Absolutely not.”

“But sir-”

“I said no.”

You tensed up at his becoming cold tone. You nodded and turned away, heading to the door to call the janitor.

“Oh, and Y/n.” He stopped you.

You turned to face him, “Yes?”

“We have a meeting to attend to after 20 minutes with the new clients, don’t forget to prepare the boardroom.”

“Of course, sir.” And you head out.

—

You sat on your chair, hands trembling with fear. A meeting? Prepare the boardroom? Clients? This was your first time going to a meeting, and you have no idea what to do. Regrets washing over you for taking this position. You knew it wasn’t meant for you.

But an idea popped in your mind, making you stand up and head out of your small office. You walked towards an office door and opened it, it was one of your coworkers' offices.

“Georgina, I need your help.”

Georgina was the only person you befriended. On your first day, she trained you in the basics - taking phone calls, jotting down dates and messages, all the easy stuff. Not to mention how much she rambles about how the CEO is a stuck up ass. Although your workload made it hard to engage in conversation, but right now she was the only one you needed.

“Let me guess, you need me to make coffee for that dickhead Rhys, cause you messed up yours?”

“Something worse. I’m going to my FIRST meeting with Rhys.”

“Oooh~ The new clients? And what exactly do you need help with?’

“I don’t know! Rhys told me to prepare the… boardroom? How do I exactly do that?”

Georgina pressed her lips together, holding back a laugh. You annoyingly frowned at her, and the laugh came out of her chest. 

“I’m so sorry.” Georgina said through her laugh, she brought her palm to her mouth to prevent further laughs coming out. “To be honest, if I were you, I would literally shove that pen up his ass and tell him to go and prep-...”

But her laughter suddenly died down, removing her palm slowly from her mouth and eyes widened when she laid her eyes on the door. Wondering why she did that, you turned your head to the door and you startled when you saw… Rhys standing with a stern expression.

“Rhys, hi.” You awkwardly spoke.

“If I remember correctly, I specifically instructed you to prepare the boardroom for the meeting and not to waste time engaging in idle conversation with…” He gave Georgina a piercing, critical glare. "With an employee."

“Yes, of course. I was just about to leave and do that, and I was saying something to Georgina real quick.”

‘He must have heard the entire conversation…’

Rhys hummed a little, still holding on to the same expression. “I see…”

“I’ll go and prepare it now.” You started walking towards the door with your head down. 

Rhys moved aside to give you enough space to walk out but you could feel his eyes coldly watching you along his strong perfume hitting you again, making you feel tense as you head out.

Rhys shot another piercing glare at Georgina, his eyes filled with a chilling intensity, before firmly closing the door of her office. He watched your back as you kept walking, a tumultuous mix of emotions surged within him. 

He had this inexplicable urge to approach you and say something that clawed at his insides but he fought against it, swallowing down the words that threatened to escape. With a heavy sigh, he finally moved and made his way towards his own office, the weight of unspoken thoughts lingering in the air.

—

After creeping on Rhys and making sure he went to his office, you immediately called Georgina to help you ‘prepare’ the boardroom.

“Quick, go before they come in.” You said with fear, glancing at the door every 5 seconds.

Georgina places the last glass of water on the massive table and runs towards the meeting door. Before she goes, she gives you a thumbs up and disappears.

As you took a deep breath, other employees walked in. Along with… Rhys engaged in a lively conversation with unfamiliar faces. Despite their laughter, Rhys held a normal yet still the cold expression on his face, unable to bring himself to laugh with them.

You tensed up again, but decided to calm yourself with deep breaths.

They all sat down on each chair in front of the massive table that held glasses of water, papers, pens, and everything else.

"Well, Rhys Waldorf, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you formally. And I must say…” The man sitting across from you looked at you while Rhys sat on the head of the table. “Your lovely secretary is quite a sight to behold.”

The man eyed you up and down, you could feel him undressing you with his eyes, making you tense up. Rhys glanced down from his seat and cleared his throat. “Right.” Is all he muttered under his breath.

“Anyways, let’s get started.”  He deliberately pretended to ignore the client seated right beside him. But deep within his chest, a suffocating frustration built up his chest that went unnoticed by everybody in the room, including you.

—

“And that was everything, any concerns or questions?” Rhys uttered.

“Actually Mr. Waldorf, I have a question to ask.” The same man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time spoke.

“Shoot.”

“How long have you had this beautiful-looking assistant? Because…” The man licked his lips while looking at you, except this time, he eyed your chest. 

“Well, actually, that’s none of your business!” Rhys seethed, anger forming in his voice.

You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, watching them with an unpleasant face.

It wasn’t really a surprise after all, all mergers and acquisitions men acted inappropriately like this.

“Oh come on Rhys, let’s not act so professional all the time. We all wanted to see that pretty ass of hers when we first saw her, including yourself Mr. Waldorf.”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Rhys slammed his hand on the table that made you flinch as he angrily shouted, standing up. “Get the hell out of my company.” He pointed at the door.

You just sat there and watched them with a shocked face, fidgeting and unable to say or do anything. The other clients sat there unbothered, but you could see through them that they were on the man’s side. 

The man stood up as well. “Woah, Calm down, Rhys.” 

He chuckled through his chest. “You really do not have to act dumb. How about she comes and works for me, just a loan, or consider it as a little bonus for us. I’ll give her back to you after I’m done with her.”

“Over my dead body!”

The man raised his hands up. “Geez man, alright. What’s gotten into you?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t even that pretty anyways.”

Rhys fell silent. 

“What the hell did you just say?” He quietly snarled, his voice dripping with malice.

“I said, she wasn’t even that pretty. She can’t even utter a word properly, can’t imagine a personal assistant like that.”

Rhys stared at him for a moment, an idea popped in his mind. You heard him say, “Actually, you know what?”

“What?”

“How about you go and have her all by yourself, right now.” He pointed his hand down at you.

You were completely shocked, eyes widened. You were glued to the chair and couldn’t find yourself standing up because of the fear you felt running all over your body when Rhys said that.

Rhys got away from his chair and stepped back aside, but he was still close to you, not leaving his eyes from you. His arms were crossed against his chest. You turned your head to him, “Rhys…” You pleaded.

He raised his palm a little from his arm to you and mouthed ‘It’s okay, just trust me’’ He gave you one of his rare reassurance smiles that somehow… relaxed you.

But your attention quickly got back to the man who smirked and raised his eyebrow at you, making you gulp fearfully in return. He walked across the table towards you, the other male employees and clients were lustfully watching. He stood in front of you and brought his hand up, leaning slowly to touch your chest but before he could touch you, something stopped him…

Rhys harshly grabbed the man’s wrist that the man was going to lay on you and twisted it painfully, causing the man to groan in pain.

“You really thought you were going to lay your filthy hands on her?” His eyes darkened on him.

Roughly, he gripped the back of the man’s hair. Pulling the man towards the wall and smashing his head onto it. He gripped even tightly onto his head and turned his head to face him.

Some of the men stood up, they tried to come closer to him but Rhys lifted a finger to them.

“No. No, no. Sit the fuck back down.”

The men stopped in their place but looked at each other and slowly sat back down, not wanting to be the next on Rhys’ line.

“How about you take your stuff and shove those files up your fucking ass and get the fuck out of my company before I throw you and your little fuckface minions out of this fucking window right this instant.” Rhys spat, finally letting out his rage that’s been stuck in his lungs this whole entire time but it wasn’t all of it.

“Rhys please, calm down. We all are just joking here.” One of the clients said.

"Oh, you want to joke around with me? Come stand next in line then after I'm done with this piece of shit."

The client quickly looked down in response with shame on his face.

Blood ran down through the man’s nose as he moved lazily, but there was still some consciousness. Rhys threw him on the ground, waiting for him to pick himself up. 

“Wait a minute, What the hell am I doing?” Rhys scoffed and glanced at you. He suddenly comes closer and grabs your arm, making you stand up and guide you to the corner but right behind him, away from everyone.

He goes back to the surprisingly conscious man lying on the floor and bends down in front of him, “Nobody ever disrespects my secretary in front of me.”

He threw a flying punch across the man’s face but it wasn’t the only one, he repeatedly kept punching that made you cover your mouth and just stood frozen there. Multiple men came behind Rhys and tried to pull him away from the bloody man, when Rhys saw how torn the man was, a twisted satisfaction filled him but rage still buzzed him like an annoying bug as if beating him wasn’t enough.

Unbothered, Rhys breaks free from their grip and walks to the table to pull multiple tissues and wipe his bloody hands with. All the employees check if the beaten man is okay, too scared to face the powerful man themselves. While Rhys on the other hand, nonchalantly wipes his hands and fixes his tie.

He strolled towards you and firmly grabbed your arm, you allowed him to drag you out of the room.

—

“Are you okay?” He asked as he closed his office door and turned to you. 

You were standing near the wall of his office after he dragged you out of that boardroom without a word, but you felt your fear start to go away. “I’m okay, I just felt a little scared. But Rhys, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Beat the man up!”

“Y/n, if you weren’t there,” He came closer to you. “I would beat that man bloody to death for the way he was looking and talking about you.”

“Rhys…” You slowly backed away, feeling your back hit the wall. But he just moved even more closer to you, making your bodies almost touch. He looked at you in the eyes as he spoke.

“You thought I didn't notice? Oh, I saw every single look that he gave you. Every. Single. One. And trust me, he won't be doing it again, nor anybody else.”

You didn’t know what to say but all you could feel right now is his warmth against you, hitting your body in every way possible. You could practically feel his breath hitting your face at how close his face was. He deeply stared at you and you tried to look anywhere except his eyes, tensing up at how he was staring at you.

His eyes held all types of emotions you couldn’t catch. But the emotions went away as he quickly snapped back into reality.

“Oh god…” He backed away from you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologized and shook his head, lowering his head.

“I’ll just go…” You mumbled.

You walked to the door, opening it. But before you leave, you turn to him.

“Rhys.” You said.

His head was still lowered on the floor but turned his head towards you. “Yes, Y/n?”

“Thank you.” You blissfully smiled and walked out.

—

“What? No way chica.” Georgina laughed from the bench after you explained to her about the meeting incident with the client.

You and Georgina were sitting on the bench at night, waiting for the bus since surprisingly, there’s no cabs this time. It was unusual since this is a bustling city. 

“I mean, seriously though, how did Rhys came to you and offered you The Secretary Position. I mean you are… you. You’re too sweet for this company, you need something nice and simple, not this.”

“What... I mean, I don’t know…”

“I think Mr. Moneybags likes you.”

“What? No–”

Georgina grabbed both of your hands with hers. “Yes he does. I bet he has a big dick.”

“Oh my god, stop. you’re grossing me out.” You tried to get out of her grip but she just pulled your hands closer.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you never fantasized about the Big Time CEO with his big co-” 

“Ladies!” A voice heard behind you both spoke that caused you and Georgina to startle.

Turning around, you saw Rhys with the same expression as usual walking towards you.

“The dickhead is here.” Georgina whispered to you but then she first replied, “Hey, Mr. Waldorf. Y/n and I are just waiting for the bus.”

You shyly waved at Rhys and he gave you a soft glance in return and uttered, “It’s late.”

“Yeah, well… kind of unusual for there to not be any cabs.” Georgina said.

“Nonsense.”

The moment he said that, you heard the bus come around the street, making the three of you turn your attention to the bus.

“Oh and look at that, the bus is finally here. Let’s go Y/n.” She stood up, making you stand up as well. 

��Actually wait.” Rhys stopped the two of you.

“I will be taking Y/n home by myself, but enjoy your night Miss Clark.” He spoke, his tone was more of an insistence than a suggestion.

“What?” Is all Georgina could say, in confusion.

“Oh, ummm.” You looked over to her but brought your eyes back to Rhys, 

“Okay, sure I guess.”

Without wasting any time, Rhys firmly grabbed your wrist and led you to an expensive-looking car. You looked over to Georgina and saw her looking at you with a shocked face. She quietly mouthed, ‘What the fuck?’

You just shrugged in confusion but then you heard the back door of his car open. You nervously get in the backseat as he watches you, and it doesn’t take long for him to follow you behind and sit beside you.

“Where to, Mr. Waldorf?” The man sitting on the driver’s seat asked.

“Home.”

—

Sitting on the backseat, the whole time you kept your eyes on the car windows, looking at the mesmerizing skyscrapers and avoiding the fact that your boss is sitting next to you. The car ride is full of silence, not a single word uttered. 

But Rhys’ quick glances he gives you the entire car ride made you completely self-aware, causing you to fidget with your fingers and keep your gaze on the window, pretending to not notice his glances to you. Those glances were the loudest silences.

Another glance.

You suddenly hear him say, “Y/n?”

You turned your head to him and gave him a smile as a response.

He bends closer to the passenger seat and picks up a bottle of champagne from a bucket that’s filled with ice cubes and 2 glasses that’s fit for champagne.

“Champagne?”

You give him a confused look. “What are we celebrating?” You asked. “Aren’t champagne usually for celebrating? Your question ran a mile.

“Well, luckily, I have got some new clients who came in today. So I decided we should celebrate, just you and me.” He gave you one of those rare smiles he doesn’t often show.

That’s impossible. You don’t recall any clients coming in after the incident that recently happened today. And how would they make a deal that quickly in just one day without any meetings…?

“But Rhys… we never arranged any type of meeting with anybody and you never told me that new clients already came in?”

“Yes, that’s true. I did everything by myself, very quickly.”

What?

“And you made a deal with them?”

“Of course, why would I be celebrating then?”

You found yourself at a loss for words, growing more confused by the second. However, your attention was captured as he effortlessly popped the champagne bottle like a soda, skillfully pouring the sparkling liquid into the waiting champagne glass. The room filled with the delightful sound of fizz.

He pointed his finger at your window, “Oh Y/n, look at those cute little birds.”

You shifted your attention to the window as soon as he spoke, but there were no birds in sight. When you turned back, you caught Rhys discreetly slipping something into his pocket, followed by a friendly smile as he handed you the glass.

Your confusion escalated, looking down, you saw a pinch of shade white in your champagne sinking down but completely forgot about it when Rhys raised his glass.

“To Waldorf Enterprises.” 

“To Waldorf Enterprises,” You repeated after him, raising the glass in a toast and clinking it against his solitary glass.

“Mr. Waldorf,” The man driving blissfully said.

“Yes, Vanya?”

The driver who appeared to be named ‘Vanya’ spoke, “Would you like to hear a joke? I think Miss Y/n would like this one, just like how you like it.”

Rhys fell silent, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “No Vanya, thank you.” Rhys playfully replied. “I don’t want to hear your joke for the hundredth time already, and Miss Y/n would not like to hear it either.”

“I wanna hear the joke.” You curiously said. Rhys didn’t say anything further and let Vanya say his thing.

“Okay so, why don't skeletons fight each other?”

“Why?”

“They don't have the guts!”

Vanya bursts out laughing from his seat. An awkward smile formed in your face, you slowly looked at Rhys. He was looking down on his lap, wanting to just disappear. You laughed along with Vanya but started to feel suddenly dizzy. “Great joke, Vanya.” You said, your voice getting lower as your head started to hurt.

“See, Mr. Waldorf? She loves it, I know she does.” Vanya humbly said.

Rhys turned to your side, he noticed your eyes growing increasingly blurry. He watched intently as you began to move uncontrollably and let out pained groans. In a swift and skillful motion, he managed to catch the champagne glass just as it slipped from your grasp, its strong taste lingering in the air.

As you let out small pained groans, everything seemed to be blurry all of the sudden. You noticed Rhys didn’t have a concern or any other type of emotion on his face but rather stayed still and eyed you carefully, his eyes getting darker but in a strangely satisfying manner.

“Rhys…” You mumbled, grasping onto the door handle for support.

“Shhh, why don’t you just rest?” You allowed him to slowly lean your head on his shoulder. Your body couldn’t react to anything, letting out another groan against his shoulder.

Rhys brought his coat closer to your body, providing some warmth, but the heat from his proximity was already overwhelming you since you got in the car. "Rhys, what's happening?" You asked, your voice filled with weariness. Slowly, your eyes gently closed as you rested your head upon his shoulder.

And the last thing you heard.

“Sleep well.”

—

You slowly opened your eyes, they were met with a grand and mysterious-looking room, it’s darkness holding an allure. You look around and the first thing that hits you is the pain on your brain, causing you to groan. 

You tried to move yourself, only for your back to hit a soft headboard. Finally gaining your consciousness, you noticed that your hands were tied up on the corners of the headboard. You instantly tried to break through but it was too tight on your wrists.

As you were confused about everything, you saw a man standing in front of a wall, facing a fine large artwork. His gaze was completely on the artwork, not moving an inch. You confusingly looked at him but recognized him from his broad shoulders, it was your first time seeing him without his jacket suit.

“Rhys?”

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe... a controversial masterpiece that challenges societal norms and provokes thought. Painted by Édouard Manet in 1863.” He turned to your direction and started to walk slowly towards you.

“It depicts,” He turned aside to look at the artwork, a whiskey held in his hand. “A scene of a nude woman in the company of fully clothed men, enjoying a picnic in a forest.”

He continued his walk to you. You weren’t sure what was happening, until it hit you. The car ride, the joke, the champagne. No way that he… drugged you…

“Rhys, what did-”

“This unconventional composition and the juxtaposition of the nude figure with the clothed individuals caused a scandal when it was first exhibited.” He stood in front of you, his eyes held the same emotions you saw before in his office after the ‘incident’ while speaking in the most passionate tone you’ve ever known to man, you assumed he was talking about the artwork.

You noticed that he held such a calm expression, unbothered by everything around him, and the fact that he didn’t just drug you in his car.

“Manet's bold brushstrokes and vibrant colors bring the scene to life, inviting us to question our preconceived notions of decency and propriety.” He glanced at the artwork for the last time.You just sat there, looking at him in fear while trying slowly to get out of the ribbons.

“Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe,” He looked back at you, a twinge of annoyance strikes him when he sees you trying to pull yourself but failing each time but he remains calm.

“Challenges the viewer to confront their own biases and explore the complex relationship between art, society, and perception. It remains a thought-provoking work that continues to captivate and inspire discussions about art and its role in shaping our understanding of the world.”

And all of that ‘rambling’ coming out of his mouth, you didn’t understand a single word he said. But rather focused on freeing yourself from the tangled ribbons.

“What are you saying- and get these off-” You exclaimed, pulling the ribbons harder with your wrists.

You whimpered in frustration, feeling utterly defeated as the tight grip of the ribbons refused to relent. Each attempt to escape proves futile, leaving you with no choice but to release heavy breaths of resignation, acknowledging the overwhelming power of the entangled ribbons.

“Are you done?”

You could only manage to nod your head, looking down to save some of your pride while your mind swirling with a multitude of unanswered questions. Did he drug you? Your boss? And tied you in whatever this is? Is this his bedroom? So many questions ran through your mind, it felt like you had stumbled into a twisted maze of uncertainty, his maze.

“I understand how you’re feeling right now, Y/n.” He nonchalantly placed the glass of whiskey on the nightstand.

‘No you don’t..’ Is what you wanted to say.

“But I want you to know, you have nothing to worry about, as long as you don't attempt anything foolish or reckless. Your safety is important to me, so let's keep things smart and sensible.”

You took a heavy breath, steadying yourself to find anything around the room to escape.

“Today at the board meeting, witnessing that man’s behavior towards you,” He looked away from you, a flicker of anger crossed his face as images of the man flashed through his mind, another suffocating frustration slowly building up. “I’ll make sure that will never happen again.”

He sat on the bed with you, his back facing you but he turned around to you, leaning in closer to you, his breath almost hitting your face. “So I decided you should stay here, I mean, I was planning later on but it seems like this can’t wait.”

“What- What do you… mean?” You asked nervously, your body tensing up, eyes widening with fear rather than confusion as you hear those chilling words escape his lips. Once again, to pull the ribbons with your wrists. In return, letting out another whimper. 

“I’m sorry that I’ll have to keep you here. But you’re too pure and innocent. I’m scared that this world will break you. I’m only protecting you.”

“But-”

“Shhh,” He whispered, softly placing his finger on your chapped lips. “I don’t want to hear another word. I’m doing this for your own sake. Now you don’t have to work, I’ll take care of everything for you.” He said, his voice was low and commanding.

He bent closer to your face, his face inching towards yours. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere else besides his eyes. He knew your predicament of bashfulness but he ignored it, rather using it to mark his words properly for you. “I know that you won’t escape, I know that you won’t disappoint me, afterall, you’re my…”

He paused, “My…” his voice catching in his throat, as if the weight of his unspoken words held him captive. For a brief moment, he looked down, gathering his thoughts and summoning the courage to continue. With a subtle clearing of his throat, he lifted his gaze to meet yours once more.

“If you’re angry, you can let it out on me, you know that right?”

You didn’t say anything and kept avoiding his eyes that stared into yours, you found his toned chest the only thing you can keep your eyes on.

You knew he was lying. The champagnes, it was all of a set up and an act of performance of him to drug you and keep you here. No client makes a deal in one day. 

“Scream, shout, cry, spit, anything you want. But you have to know one thing, I can’t let you out, you must stay with me.” He tilted his head down to reach your eyes that were looking at his chest, you finally locked eyes with him. “Would you do that for me?” He asked, eagerly waiting for your response.

You simply nodded.

He knitted his eyebrows together and sighed. “Why are you so scared of me? You should know that I would never hurt you, and that I would rather die than to lay a finger or harm a single hair on you.”

When he moved away a bit, you saw the door. It was far but it’s the only way you can escape from this madman. He slowly untied the ribbon as he spoke, “I want you to promise me that you won’t escape.”

“I promise.”

He resisted the urge to let a smug smirk form on his face, his voice filled with a confident tone as he untied the other ribbon. “You know Y/n, a promise is a whispered oath, a fragile thread that weaves trust, a bond forged in the heart's crucible, a commitment that echoes through the ages.”

And again, you didn't understand a word he said. Your focus solely on the relief of being able to rest your arms. As he tossed the ribbons onto the master bed, he made his way towards a large wardrobe. You stood up, your eyes fixated on the door.

This is your chance. He’s busy with whatever he’s searching in the wardrobe, all you need to do is just run to the door and escape. But of course, no powerful and smart man like Rhys was dumb. He wouldn’t just keep the door unlocked, that still didn’t stop you from wanting to try.

You realized you wasted your time on thinking when Rhys came back to you, clothes held in his hand.

“Here.” He handed you a garment that resembled women's clothing. You looked at him with concern in your eyes, but he reassured you with a slight smile, “Trust me, it’s not what you think, not in the slightest.”

He walked backwards and turned around, giving you space for you to change. You gazed at the door as you unbuttoned your silky blouse, thoughts running in your head.

Okay, this is really your chance, you just need to be real sneaky.

‘Walk real slow, open the door, run and never look back.’

You slowly and surely walk sideways, trying not to make any creaks on the dark wooden floor. Rhys’ back was still facing you, so you kept on going.

You made subtle movements with the clothes to avoid arousing suspicion. you found yourself close to the door. Deciding to take a risk, you broke step number one and made a daring run for it, pushing the door open with all your might and...

A whole new level of fear rang through your body when the door refused to open, realizing how bad you messed up.

 You slowly turned your head to Rhys, you saw him turned aside to you. A calm but disappointed expression you could see right through him. You gulped and reluctantly removed your hands from the door handle.

“Rhys I…” 

He turned fully to you and walked toward you, a soft smile forming on his face. “Promises are the sweetest lies, aren’t they?”

Your back hits the wooden door. “Rhys, I- I can explain!”

He scoffed in a wide smile and extended his arm, silently inviting you to lean into his embrace. You silently complied, allowing his arm to gently drape over your shoulder.

He begins to guide you to the bed, his grip on your side shoulder firm yet strangely gentle. You thought he was going to get extremely angry and shout but no, he bent down his head to reach yours. His touch gentle as he traced his fingers along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.

You became rigid at his unexpected touch. It seemed like the affection moves he always pulls on you became his signature. He sat you next to him on the bed. Suddenly, he smiled once more and pulled you to a hug that fastly trailed your body with his warmth.

“I would never hurt you…” He whispered, pulling you even more tight.

You felt Rhys lean over and heard a sound of a drawer being opened, “But I have to do this.”

“What are you-” You immediately let out a silent scream on his shoulder when you felt a sharp pain on your neck.

Looking over, you saw a needle injection going right through your neck. You begin to struggle in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But that seems to only grip you even more closer and tighter.

You screamed once again, tears started forming in your eyes. You tried to push him away only for him to lean you down on the bed. “Y/n, Y/n, listen to me, listen-” He exclaimed, getting strands of hair away from your face as you screamed and sobbed louder because of the strong pain and grip he wasn’t planning on letting go.

“Let go of me-” You cried out. 

You effortlessly hit Rhy’s shoulders with your hands to give him pain as well but he remained unfazed, neither him nor his body reacting to the forceful blows you delivered on his shoulder. As if he was made out of stone, hard and cold stone.

“My dear Y/n, listen to me. It’s okay, it’s okay. The injection would only make you fall asleep, I promise you.”

“Let go..” Your cries escalated, making your head hit the pillow hard.

Rhys heavily sighed as if he was a mother whose baby couldn’t stop crying in the middle of the night. He removed the needle from your neck after swiftly injecting it and placed it on the nightstand. Gently, he laid beside you and pulled you closer to his chest. 

He held you tightly the more you struggled, his embrace providing a sense of security amidst your struggles. He softly shushed you and kissed your head to calm you down. He was not annoyed, but rather felt a sense of weariness in dealing with your outburst. Yet, deep down, he had to see this coming but still reminded himself that this was for your own good. It’s true, this was for your own good.

But when he loosened his tight grip when you stopped kicking, thinking you finally stopped. You managed to give him a push and roll over the bed, making you fall down on the floor. You mewled but quickly stood up and ran, only for you to fall down again on your stomach because of the effects of the injection that’s quickly hitting in.

“Y/n!” He got off of the bed, rushing towards you. He turned you over on your back by your waist with his hand. “Please Y/n, I’m not meaning to hurt you. I’m doing what’s best for you.” With each word, his voice was filled with tenderness. 

“Get away from me!” You silently screamed. You kicked him, over and over again. But it was useless, he was too strong to even respond to your baby kicks against his overpowering strength. He grabbed your leg to prevent kicking any further and slid you closer to him with your leg. Despite your struggles, Rhy’s voice softened.

“Please, just let me explain," He pleaded, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I know it's hard to trust right now, but I promise I'll do everything I can to make you feel safe and secure.”

You let your head hit the floor and cover your face with your hands as tears streamed down your face. 

“Y/n…” He tried to remove your hands but you only pulled away in response. 

After wasting all of your energy and breaths on struggling, the injection begins to hit further. You feel your mind getting dizzy, as well as your eyes. A drowsy sensation washed over you. You remove your hands from your wet teary face and grip tightly on Rhy’s dress shirt for support. You almost drifted on his chest but managed to keep your eyes open for a moment.

Rhys felt relaxation hit his body when you stopped struggling. But on the other hand, your sensation was overwhelming. Slowly, the pain began to subside, replaced by a strange heaviness that settled in your limbs. Your eyelids grew increasingly heavier than before, along with your thoughts becoming hazy, and the world around you faded into a blur. Rhys touched your hand that’s been gripping his dress shirt, feeling your skin.

Before you drifted off, unaware of what awaited you upon awakening. You heard him say…

“You’re safe with me, and only me.”

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Baby, if you keep those tantrums up to Rhys, he would literally snap. Be careful.

He's so goofy, silly lil man.

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Delinquents Love [PART TWO] [SMUT]

Male Yandere x Fem!reader x Male Yandere (In case you just want the smut and didn't seen the part one)

Part one: Delinquents Love

Word count: 8.3k

Jude’s ending [scroll down for threesome and Riven's ending smut]: Contains: Rough first time fucking( IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SOFT AND SLOW BUT IDK WHAT HAPPENED) Loss of virginity?, thigh riding, heavy yet a bit harsh fluff?? Stripping naked (kind of)

“Lie on the bed.”

Jude brought you back to his apartment after the park ‘incident’

“But I want to take care of you first.” You innocently said.

He knitted his eyebrows and looked at you, a mix of mischievousness but confusion in his eyes. “You want to take care of me?” He asked, a smug smirk forming on his face

You nodded in confidence, little did you know that it would all go away in a few minutes. He tilt nodded and sat in the edge middle of the bed, in front of you.

“Why don’t you start off by taking off that pretty dress of yours.” He pointed his finger at your dress.

You stood in front of him awkwardly, but there was still some distance between you two. “What…?” 

He raised his eyebrows, “What? Is that a hard one to hear? don’t you want to take care of me first?”

“Yeah but is this how people start?” You asked confusingly. You were new to these things, you were even surprised that you said to him that you’ll take care of him, weren’t sure how you managed to come up with that. Is this how people do it? A woman taking her clothes right off the start?

He looked straight at you as if you were the dumbest person to exist. “Yeah? I mean, how do people start? Jump off the window naked while fucking?”

You giggled at his little joke and looked down on the floor, you could still see his legs spreaded wide on the bed while gazing at you, his purposely confused expression still on his face.

“Okay…” You mumbled.

You slowly slide up your dress, your underwear starting to reveal that made him escape a quiet groan that went unnoticed by you. The room was starting to get hot, you could feel yourself getting more embarrassed as you slid the dress all the way up to your chest, and you finally took it off.

Your shoes were thrown near his apartment door, so the only thing left was your underwear and bra.

His strong stare never left your delicate body that made his cock from inside his pants hard, he could feel himself getting hard but he kept his stern gaze on you.

You wanted to take off your bra but him sitting in front of you prevented you from doing that, you could feel yourself getting red. You looked anywhere except his figure, not wanting to meet your eyes with his.

Your hand rested on your bra strap. Your breathing slowly started to get heavy as you couldn’t slide your strap down because of him, awkwardness stabbing you everywhere.

“I…” You wanted to mentally slap yourself after saying that, you weren’t really sure how to get out of this awkward situation.

You suddenly heard him amusingly chuckle. You looked up and saw his eyes closed and shaking his head while chuckling.

“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.” He brought his hand to you, you awkwardly walked closer to him. He gripped both of his hands on your waist and looked up at you.

“Did you really think you could ‘take care’ of me first?” He softly chuckled again, “Oh baby, you don’t have to do anything, just leave everything up to me.” He caressed your face with his fingers as you stared down at him.

“I will take care of you.” 

“Jude wait…” You whispered as your voice shook, “There’s something important I have to tell you.”

“What is it, my dear?”

“I'm…” You stuttered from the way he was staring at you, his hungry gaze literally eating you alive. “I'm a virgin, Jude.”

He frowned for a moment, then let out a laugh, unable to contain his amusement. “You can't be serious.” He said with a playful grin crossing his face.

His response embarrassed you completely, you were unsure of what to say but he removed his amusement and added before you, “Well, well, aren’t you just full of surprises? You don’t have to worry about a thing, dear.” He caressed your waist with his hand. “Like I said, just leave everything up to me.”

He loosened your bra from the back, taking it fully off of you, revealing your tits. His brain was desperately begging him to eye your tits but he remained them on your eyes as he slid down your underwear. 

You looked everywhere except his eyes, but you still felt them stabbing you. You were now standing fully naked, feeling all exposed to him, just him.

He finally met his eyes with your tits, his eyes filled with devour. He began to plant wet kisses on your breasts while his hands gripped your hips again.

“So untouched,” He continued kissing. “So pure, so innocent.” He was so close to your nipple but quickly backed his head away and breathed heavily.

He looked up at you again. “My cute little virgin.” He teased, still finding your confession adorable.

“Jude!” You embarrassingly exclaimed.

He laughed, “Sit down next to me, baby.” You obeyed, sitting next to him but he stood up from you.

“What are you doing?”

He ignored your question and took off his belt. He came in front of you and wrapped the belt around your neck.

“Jude what-”

He firmly grabbed your hair to shut you up, causing you to let out a whimper, you decided to stay quiet but still scared of what he may do next.

“You wanna stay silent, I’ll help you with that.” He raised your head with his hand to face him. “Now you listen to me, and you listen good.” He demanded.

The man suddenly turned completely stern that shocked you, unsure of why he did that. He was playfully teasing you and now he’s standing in front of you and facing down at you like you’re a puppet he’s extremely mad at.

“Do you remember when I told you how much I love you, and how I’ll show you just how much I love you?” He pulled on the belt from the back, making it hard for you to breath as you grappled, slightly choking for air.

“Do you?” He repeated, in a harsher tone, yet still sweet.

You whimpered and let out a silent ‘yes’ as you nodded, he wasn’t roughly pulling the belt so you still managed to breathe a bit.

“So now, I’m going to fuck you, hard. And to show…” He brushed pieces of hair away from your face. “You how much I love you, and there’s not a single thing to do about it.”

He tightened the belt, pulling it from the back, he started getting rough with it. You whined and quickly nodded in response. He simply gave you a soft smile and leaned you down on the bed. You moved closer to the bed to lay fully on it.

he leaned in close, his lips gently pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. The sensation of his warm breath mingling with yours sent shivers down your spine. His tongue slid against yours for a brief second before he let go. The wet sound of your mouths separated, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation that echoed in the air, leaving you craving for more.

He stood up again and took off his clothes, his hungry eyes not leaving your body. Once he finished undressing himself, he positioned his muscular body on top of you.

You slightly gasped when you saw his hard cock, leaking down with precum. You suddenly hear him say, “Do you see this cock? Do you see what you do to me?” He takes it in his hand. “Do you see how it’s dripping already?” He said in a quiet yet rough tone.

You looked at him with your eyes filled with fear as he stared back at you with no emotion but there was still visible desire, your hands loosening slowly on the bed.

“Play with it.” He ordered, your expression turned into confusion. “Yeah, you heard me. Play with it, take it in your hands.”

You slowly brought your hand to his thick cock, once you felt the touch of his cock, you gasped once again and quickly removed your hand. You looked in his eyes again, he was still staring at you with the same expression but there were some warnings added in his eyes now, an unspoken warning that told you to obey him or you’ll regret it eventually.

You took his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it, making you tense up at every stroke. You couldn’t help but feel your pussy dripping down wet that went unnoticed by him as his whole focus was on your hand and his cock.

“Get it wet, get it real wet.” You heard Jude’s stern tone that made you stroke him faster than before.

“You wanna be a good girl for me, don’t you?” He gripped your wrist. “You wanna make me proud tonight?” He questioned, interested to see your response. “Yes-” Is all you could get out from your mouth.

“Yes, you do. Make me proud then, and start off by playing with yourself.”

You removed your hand from his leaking cock and put two fingers between your folds and began to rub slowly, soft moans escaping your mouth.

“C’mon, spread those legs. Let me see that pretty pussy, there you go.” You spread them wider as he murmured.

“Faster.”

You forced your fingers to circle rapidly, feeling them getting wet as your moans escalated. He smirks, “You know how to do it, you know how to obey.” He slowly said in a seductive tone. 

You felt your lower stomach tightening, the coil of your arousal swiftly building up. You kept rubbing faster and feeling your orgasm coming close  but his voice stopped you.

“Stop.” He removed your wet fingers that were between your folds, causing you to whimper and feel the orgasm washing away.

With no warning at all, he flipped you on your stomach. Jude pet your ass, “I’m going to ruin this pretty little hole tonight.” He spread your cheeks with both of his hands. “Fuck, look at that…” He muttered, spitting on your tight hole. You clung on the pillow nervously as you panted, making yourself ready.

He took his cock in his hand, giving it a few strokes. You suddenly felt a sharp pain through your hole, making you scream. You buried your face on the pillow as tears started forming on your eyes. You bit your lower lip, hard, trying to not be as loud as possible. But he didn’t let you as he started harshly pounding on you.

“God look at you…” He looked at where you’re both connected, “Taking me so fucking well.”

He rammed in and out of you at a quick pace. The more he pounded in you, the more intense it got. You were full of sweat and could hardly breathe, you raised your head up to catch some air. He seemed to notice this and slowed down.

He gently grabbed your face, raising your head even higher. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby, breathe.” He softly shushed you and removed your hair from your face that made you even more sweatier. Some air finally went through your nostrils as it breathed in and out.

“Are you okay?” He asked. He was also covered in sweat and unable to breathe but he didn’t care, his focus was on you being okay before continuing. You eagerly nodded, “D-don’t stop-”

He smiled and kissed your cheek before letting go of your head, he got back up again and began pounding you again. It didn’t take long for him to get back to his quick pace that made you squeeze your eyes shut and moan in pleasure mixed with pain.

You froze when you felt his tip hit your cervix, but after a few moments of processing the pain. You wailed and gripped tightly on the sheets, all air in the room ran away as you couldn’t breathe again.

“You want to cum, sweet girl?” He growled. You could feel your orgasm rushing through.

“Y-yes yes…” You whined.

“You're gonna have to ask me nicely or you won't get it at all.” He brought his eyes down to your trembling body.

“P-please Jude, I-i want to c-cum.” 

“Now, that’s more like it.” After he said those words, he slammed into you a few seconds before shooting his warm seed inside of you and pressed his body against yours, you could feel his toned chest and abs pressing against your back.

He laid on top of you for a moment, both of you trying to catch your breaths as he plants a kiss on your ear.

“Get up, I’m not done with you yet.” He threw himself next to you. You slowly got up, feeling the intensity of your legs. You watched him slide up, positioning himself sitting on the bed.

“Come here.” He offered you his hand, you weakly crawled to him while gripping on his hand. He helped you sit on his lap, his hard cock touching between your legs.

He gripped on your hips, “I want you to ride my thighs, baby.”

“But I don’t know how to..” You mumbled, the same wave of embarrassment washing over you again because of how exposed you were in front of him, and this time even worse, you’re sitting on his thighs.

A playful grin formed on his face as he replied, “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” He winked at you. He stuck his long fingers on your clit, you tensed up when he started rubbing lazily but with deep movements.

“The faster you’ll ride me, the faster I’ll rub that sweet pussy, got it?” He said, waiting for your answer. You simply but eagerly nodded for countless times.

You slowly began to move yourself on his thighs, your brain still not processing the situation.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it, my sweet girl!” He threw his head back on the headboard and kept his hands on your hip, helping you to quicken your pace. He made sure you wouldn’t stop.

Your legs already started to get tired as you clung on his shoulder but you kept doing. Your moans quickly escalated when he picked his fingers faster on your clit.

“J-Jude, I’m tired..” You cried out.

“Just hang in there a little,” He caressed your face. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

His voice was soothing, so convincing. It made you relaxed yet still tensed up. “Yes…” Is all you could get out.

You went back to grinding his thighs while he rubbed you. You hid your face on his shoulder and moved quicker, fucking yourself into his hand. Your hair swiftly got yanked by his hand, forcing you to raise your head from his shoulder.

“You look at me when you fuck yourself on me.” He commanded.

You moaned in response, feeling the grip he had on your hair as you slowed down on riding him, trying to process his words in your brain.

“Repeat what I just said.” He spoke.

“I l-look… I look a-at you when I f-fuck myself on you.”

He smiled and pressed his thigh deeper on you. You sped up on his thigh as you looked at him. His smile grew when he saw your cheeks and ears getting hot. You let out a whimper as you tried to fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to meet his ones.

He moved your hip with his hand to speed you up even more while pressing his hand harder on your pussy as he applied more pressure on it. The sensation intensified. You felt the heat building up, your orgasm quickly approaching.

Your whole body was trembling, especially your legs. Tears started rolling down your eyes from the pleasure, unable to stop yourself from shaking. “Jude.. I’m so c-close.”

“You want to cum?”

You impatiently nodded, feeling your orgasm there, it was far too close. You just needed his approval for it because of fear or you’ll regret it eventually.

“Then cum, baby.” He shoves his fingers deeper. “Be a good girl and make me proud, make me so fucking proud.” He hissed.

The moment he said that, a shuddering moan escaped your lips and waves of pleasure coursed in your body as you finally came. The addictive feeling of finally cumming started to fade away. You glanced down and saw the white mess that coated everywhere, especially his fingers that were still inside of you, the embarrassment feeling slowly creeped up on you.

“Look at that mess you made.” He chuckled, glancing down at the mess as well.

“I’m sorry..” You said out of breath.

He just smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. He softly kisses you on the lips. He breaks the kiss and says, “You did so good,” He wiped your tears with his thumb. “My sweet girl.”

—

“Just one more picture, baby.” He said as he took another screenshot of you with his camera.

After you both were done, Jude cleaned and fed you. And right now you’re laying on his bed, covering the camera with your palm to prevent him taking millions of pictures that he already took.

“So celestial.” He leaned to your face and kissed you.

“Celes-tial?”

“Mhm, it means that you’re heavenly.” He kissed your lips again. “Now. smile.” He brought the camera again to your face and took a shot, managing to capture your face.

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Riven’s ending: Contain: NSFW, Rough first time sex, Reader’s virginity taken away, knife kink, fluff (just a little since this man is gonna be railing you hard), forced rubbing, teasing, sweet dirty talk, creampie, more.

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The moment you and Riven went back to his apartment, you knew he was going to tear you off. He told you to go take a shower, and that he'd be waiting in bed for you.

You opened the bathroom door, stepping out with his towel wrapped around you. You saw him sitting on the bed, a knife twirling in his hand that made you nervously gulp. He was looking down on the floor, on the knife, thinking about tonight and what’s going to happen.

He looked up at you standing awkwardly near the bathroom door, “Come here, pretty girl.” He demanded.

You slowly walked to him, standing in front of him while he sat on the bed. He gently grabbed your waist with both of his hands, looking up at you. You locked eyes with him and saw the desire in his eyes.

He unexpectedly grabbed your hand, he traced his lips on it, pecking soft kisses on it. You couldn’t help but shiver, feeling every tingle. He goes on to your chest, pecking the same kisses. He grabbed your waist again, tightly this time.

“Sweetheart, tonight I’m going to show you the world of pure pleasure, to show you how much I love you, to show you how much you need me.” He playfully smiled up at you. With each word he was saying, his eyes were getting darker and darker, they were sending a million goosebumps right down your spine, and it was getting hard for you to breathe. You licked your lips, unsure of what to say.

He slowly took off your towel, revealing your naked body, which made him let out a soft groan. It felt so embarrassing, standing here in front of him with your exposed body.

Satisfied by your reaction, he grinned and kept kissing your body, except this time your cleavage. He leaned back on the bed, taking you on top of him while kissing your body. You gasped, quickly grabbing his bicep, but he didn’t react; his whole focus was on your delicate body.

“Riven-” You said between your heavy breaths.

He looked up at you again, bringing the knife to your cheek and gently played with it on your face, your cheek, your jaw, and your lips. You could feel the cold knife hitting your skin.

“Mmm, my pretty angel.” His low voice made your breathing hitch.

“Lie down.”

You followed his order, getting off of him. He stood up, observing as you lay down on the bed. He then positioned himself on top of you, still holding the knife. You were questioning in fear inside your head why he had a knife, but were interrupted by his seductive voice.

“Tell me, baby. Have you ever touched yourself?” He murmured. Biting his lower lip, Riven placed his hand on your cunt to spread your folds for better control. He traced the knife handle on your blushing, throbbing clit, wanting to just shove it inside already.

You whimpered at the pleasure and shook your head, refusing to look at his stern expression, your eyes were focused instead on what he was doing with the knife.

“No? Well, that’s such a shame.” He brushed his thumb on your clit this time, making your whimpers grow louder.

“R-riven, p-please…”

He softly hummed in response, unbothered.

“God baby, you’re already dripping,” He chuckled in amusement. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You haven’t noticed that your pussy was dripping wet, it made his thumb wet a little as well. He was mesmerized by the view, a playful smirk forming on his face, mostly to himself. 

He slowly pushed his thumb a bit to your clit, not inside yet. You whined, quickly closing your legs. As a result, he harshly slapped your thigh, almost turning it slightly red. You whimpered loudly, quickly opening your legs before he gave you another smack.

“You wanna be a good girl? You wanna obey? Huh?” He gripped your jaw. “This is just the beginning, do not make me angry and do it the hard way in the start, you don’t want that now, do you?”

“I-I’m s-sorry-” You sobbed.

“You better be.”

He goes back to your clit with his thumb, brushing it softly.

“Touch yourself.”

“W-what…?”

“You heard me, touch yourself.”

You brought two fingers on your swollen folds, smearing your fingertips over them. You moaned in pleasure, feeling yourself get wetter. He watched you carefully, seeing your pussy dripping even more just by you playing with it. He could feel himself getting hard through his pants, but he ignored it.

“Push them, push them deeper.” He insisted.

Trembling, you had no choice but to obey.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding against your ears as you pulled out your fingers, only for you to push them deeper like he demanded. You sharply gasped, trying not to moan too loudly, but small moans were still escaping your mouth.

“Faster.”

You did as he said, feeling your fingers get wet as well. Your little mind was about to explode from the level of tension that was quickly rising, and Riven just sat there, admiring the view.

“R-rive… I-I’m s-so close-” You mumbled between your moans.

“Stop.” He said suddenly.

“Wh-wha… I-I can’t-” You were about to cum but all that pleasure went away when he removed your fingers from your throbbing pussy. Disappointment washes over you.

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

Without warning, you almost screamed when he roughly shoved two fingers inside your wet entrance.

“R-Riven-” Your body squirmed as Riven's fingers delved deeper, the pleasurable ache intensifying as he added another digit at once.

“I’m s-so close-” You whimpered.

“Already?” He amusingly said.

You shakingly nodded your head, he chuckled in response. Before you could cum, he took out his fingers, leaving you in disappointment once again.

“I can’t let you cum, baby. I still have to fuck you.”

Oh god.

He goes down to your pussy, facing it. He softly kisses it, another kiss, and another. You uncontrollably squirmed again on the bed, twitching on the pillow. You could feel his breath against your clit.

He slowly took it on his warm mouth, you immediately shushed yourself with a hand as his mouth was already the death of you, but muffled moans could still be heard. Riven eagerly savored the delightful taste, alternating between gentle strokes and long, pleasurable licks. You couldn’t resist but to grab his hair for support, running your fingers through it but he didn’t seem to mind.

He devoured you, not letting a single drip escape from him, he wanted all of you.

You gripped onto his hair, “Riven, please…”

“Please, what? What exactly are you begging for?”

“I-I want you inside of m-me,” Your voice wavered with pleasure. “I’m yours, I’m yours.”

“I know, baby.” Riven lets go of your pussy, making you whine in disappointment for the third time. “I know you’re mine, but god I love the way it sounds coming from your mouth.”

He took off his pants, throwing them on the floor. You slightly gasped when you saw his hard, leaking cock. He was so hard, desperately needing to be inside of you.

“Turn around, on your stomach.”

You obeyed, slowly but surely flipping over on your stomach.

With a muffled groan, Riven harshly grabbed your hips, moving them closer to his and then you felt a sharp pain right into your tense core.

“Wait, Riven. I have never done this before.”

“Awe, are you a virgin, darlin?” He cooed. “Don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you.” 

“A-aww,” You whimpered, burying your face into the pillow. “Wait, w-wait, please…”

He didn’t listen to you, pushing his thick cock deeper inside your hole. You screamed from the mix of pleasure and pain. He's already tired of your loud noises. He came closer to your face, kissing you on the lips to shut you up.

“Open your mouth. Open it!” He whispered against your lips, “Open it.”

You opened your mouth, letting him devour every bit of your mouth as he mercilessly slammed in and out of you. Moaning loudly, you felt a mix of pleasure and discomfort as his size filled you completely.

“That’s a good girl, that’s a good fucking girl, taking me so well, yeah.”

As Riven groaned, he wiped away your tears, keeping a steady pace with his hips. As each thrust grew sharper, your hands clenched to      accommodate his huge size, feeling a sharp sensation in your womb.

His sudden deep thrusts caused you to cry out in pain, as you squirmed on his large bed. “M-mh... R-Riven, it hurts,” you desperately pleaded. “Slow down!”

Riven didn’t care nor listened at what you were saying, his focus was on your inner channel tightly clenched around his thick cock, each vein pulsating with fervor, increasing the friction between you.

With closed eyes, Riven moaned as his seed spilled inside of you. He flipped you over on your back with his hand. He didn’t waste any time and pushed his thick cock inside your pussy this time, making you scream loudly, which echoed the room but you’ll regret that after a few moments.

He took out his cock from inside of you and harshly gripped your jaw, "What happened to your voice, sweetheart?" He lowered his voice, "What happened to that dirty mouth?"

You were surprised that you managed to look him in the eyes but with tears and fear. “I’m sorry.” You breathlessly said.

“Make any loud noise like that again and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Out of nowhere, he grabbed your arms and harshly picked you up from the bed, making you stand on the ground. He gripped the back on the neck and shoved you onto the vanity, slamming the side of your head on the desk, making you bend over.

He spread your cheeks with his hand, admiring your little tight hole that he was about to ruin. He took his cock and forced it painfully in your hole, you almost screamed but you remembered his words, you wanted to place your hand on your mouth but he quickly did that for you instead and spat on your tight asshole.

It was a crazy mess of tears, your eyes rolled back as he began pounding in you, his huge size sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” He raised his head, facing the ceiling. “God Y/n, what are you doing to me?”

He kept cursing and moaning your name, digging his nails on your skin. He was thrusting into your shaking little form sideways, fucking you through your orgasm.

He suddenly grabbed your hair and raised you up, your back hitting his chest. Your tears renewing and won’t stop rolling through your face. “Look at you, angel.” He pointed his finger at you through the mirror while ramming in and out of you.

You turned your head away from the mirror and squeezed your eyes shut, a new wave of embarrassment washed over you. He firmly grabbed your face and turned you towards the mirror, forcing you to confront your own reflection. "Don't you hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you." He said, out of breath.

He brushed your wet hair away that was covering your face. “You’re so gorgeous…” He slammed your head on the desk again, not too roughly. “So fucking gorgeous.” He muttered.

.Riven cursed under his breath, feeling his frustration building up. Your walls were tightly embracing his large frame, intensifying the pleasure. You whimpered uncontrollably as he positioned himself above you, his powerful body pressing against you. His hips thrust into you with force, like a relentless jackhammer.

“I-I’m so c-close-” You desperately wanted to grab on to something, the only thing you could do is clench your hands tightly.

“Yeah? You wanna cum, sweetheart?” He groaned.

You shakingly nodded, feeling your orgasm coming closer and closer as your moans got louder but you somehow managed to keep them down, scared to pull a stunt like that again that he won’t like.

“I wasn’t really planning on making you cum here,” He looked at where you’re both connected deeply. “But since I’m in a good mood and this is your first time, I’ll make it an exception.”

He bent closer to your face, pulling your hair so you could face him. “But I promise you, I’m not very nice. I’ll fuck you to death if I had to.” He gritted his teeth.

He goes back to pounding inside of you, moans aligned when his cock hits you deep inside of you. You in result let out your own quiet mewls.

You let out a pained moan when he grabbed one of your legs to get deeper access. You were practically a mess, your thighs were covered in precum and sweat.

You could hardly process the intensity as he reached climax inside you, his release coating your walls with thick cum. He continued thrusting erratically, moaning your name possessively over and over again, his tone growing possessive and angry with each repetition.

He took out his cock, mesmerized by the view of loads of cum that he did between your legs and his cock.

He didn’t let you catch your breath when he grabbed the back of your neck again, pulling you to the bed and throwing you on it. He hovered on top of you and began to plant soft kisses on your lips, calming you and your cries down.

You finally had something to hold on to, you grasped his arm and catched your breath, not for too long though when he spread your legs once again. He took his cock in his hand again, sliding it slowly in your pussy, completely stretching you out.

“Y/n!” He said in a husky voice. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in your little pussy so everybody can truly know who you belong to, including yourself.”

“Say that you belong to me, fucking say it that you belong to me.” He growled.

“I-i belong to you…I l-love you.” You felt the intense connection as he pressed against the deepest part of you.

“I- what… what did you just say?!” Riven snarled.

“I love you-” You cried out.

Riven felt something hit him inside when he heard those 3 words coming out of your mouth. He could easily destroy you right now with his forceful and harsh thrusts. But when he saw you squeeze your eyes shut and felt your desperate grip on his hand, he lost all control. Succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure of your submission.

Riven gripped firmly on your neck and thrusted inside you, shooting his warm seed inside your pussy with a loud groan escaping his mouth. He pressed his muscular frame onto your smaller body.

Once the overwhelming ecstasy subsided, Riven heard your sobs and tenderly caressed your face, urging you to meet his gaze, “I love you too, angel.”

You allowed him to press his lips against yours. He slowly takes out his cock, white was painted everywhere as it flows out of between your folds. He smiled at the sight he made, getting out of bed.

You laid there, unmoved as you stared at the ceiling. He wore his pants and took the knife in his hand. “There’s still something I have to do.” He said, crawling back to bed.

You removed your eyes from the ceiling and gulped when you saw the knife.

“What are you doing?”

“Sit up.” His voice was normal sounding this time. You got up, letting out a soft groan as you couldn’t feel your legs but quickly leaned back on the headboard. He smiled, getting closer to you with the knife.

He firmly grabbed your thigh, getting the knife closer to it.

“What are you doing?” You spoke in a more fearful tone this time.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m just gonna do something, It won’t hurt that much, okay?”

“Okay…” You mumbled.

He softly smiled at your face. He slowly cuts your thigh with the small sharp knife, making you whine loudly and grab his strong arm.

“There we go, baby. Almost there, hang on. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded with tears streaming down your face but he wiped them away and got back to his cutting. After minutes of crying and gripping tightly on Riven’s arm, he was done. You looked down to your thigh and saw the ‘R’ initial carved in your thigh.

You looked up at him and saw him already looking at you with a loving smile, he brought his face closer to yours and kissed your teary red eyes, making you deliberately blink.

He looked again into your eyes, and you swore to yourself, there was something in those eyes. Something uncontrollably in his eyes that made you stare at him with your pouty face.

“Kiss me.” 

You gave him a peck on his wet lips that made him close his eyes and sighed in your warmth.

—

“Y/n please! Stay still.” He exclaimed.

“I can’t stay still, it hurts!” 

After cleaning you up and drying your hair, Riven sat you on the floor between his legs while he sat on the bed, trying to brush your hair but you couldn’t allow him because of the pain he caused that still didn’t leave your cunt.

“Riven, look!” You showed him the piece of paper. The paper was drawn as a cow version of Riven. His face dropped when he laid eyes on it. He sternly glared at you but you couldn’t stop laughing.

He scoffed in amusement and shook his head, going back to brushing your hair as you started to draw yourself as a cow version next to him on the paper.

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Threesome ending: Contains: 2 cocks at once? Degrading, forced kissing?

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“R-Riven-”

You really don’t understand how you ended up in Riven’s apartment with him and Jude sandwiching you on the edge in the middle of the bed, they could practically feel your bare legs as you awkwardly sat there.

He kept kissing your bare chest as he slowly raised your dress up to your stomach. Jude on the other hand was kissing your chest, going up a little to your neck. You were practically trapped beneath them.

Riven went down to your breast, giving them long licks and kisses. You could feel their wet mouth on your skin as they kissed you. You can’t help but let out a whimper that caused Jude to chuckle against your skin.

Jude stopped kissing you and looked up at you, “What is it, baby? What is it that you want?” He teasingly spoke.

“I…” You felt your dress rise up even more with Riven’s hand to your chest, revealing your body that’s now in bra and underwear. Out of nowhere, you felt two fingers on your pussy through your underwear, slowly rubbing your clit.

You let out a moan and throw your head on the sheets. Jude chuckled and went back to kissing your neck. The fingers started to rub in circle movements, you could feel yourself quickly getting wet. Soft moans started escaping your lips, making you grip your hand on the sheets.

Riven laughed, “Am I making you feel good, darling?”

“Y-yes yes…please…d-don’t stop-” You mumbled through your moans.

“What a pathetic fucking whore you turned out to be.”

You moaned in response as you breathed heavily through your chest. Jude took off your bra from the front with his mouth, he gave one of your nipples long licks before taking it in his warm mouth.

Riven looked down at where his fingers were, “Look at you, taking my fingers so well. I bet you can take two cocks in your pretty little hole like a champ.”

You didn’t even realize you were soaking your underwear wet from all the heat and pleasure they’ve built on your body. Riven began to move his fingers faster, building up your orgasm as you breathed heavily.

He went to your other tit and began to suck as if his life depended on it while his fingers rubbing your throbbing clit.

Shyly, you covered your face with your palm, trying to avoid the fact that two men were sucking both of your tits. Jude noticed this, “Awe, are you getting embarrassed?” He playfully said.

You cried out in response as you felt tears welled up in your eyes, feeling the pleasure on your pussy. Jude brought himself up to your face, and removed your hand from your face.

“Come on, baby.” He grabbed your jaw to make you look at him. “Don’t hide that adorable face from us.”

You allowed him to press his lips on yours, quieting your moans but letting you grow sloppy against his lips. Little did they know, you were so close. The other man was busy sucking your tit so this was your chance to tell Jude since he is nicer than Riven.

“J-Jude..” You mumbled in the kiss.

He broke the kiss and looked you in your eyes. “What is it, hm?” He goes back kissing your lips.

“P-please I’m c-close, I-I want to c-cum..” You whispered, hoping the other man won’t hear you.

He softly chuckles, “You want to cum?” He asked in an amusement tone.

You eagerly nodded, your moans getting louder as Riven’s fingers quicken their pace. 

Jude turned his head to Riven and smiled. “What do you think, Riven? Should we make her cum?” He turned his back to you.

Dammit.

Riven removed his mouth from your tit and looked up at you as well. You gave him your puppy eyes, you were so close to your climax. But whether or not he would let you, was the question.

He hummed and smirked at your desperate state. “With all those pretty noises she’s been making, I think we should let her.” He slapped your pussy and rapidly rubbed it that made you whimper, the room was filled with your wet sloppy noises.

You closed your eyes and whimpered loudly, feeling the sensation in your pussy. The two men chuckled and went back on kissing your dainty body. Jude started planting soft kisses on your face. “Come on, baby. Don’t make all that sweet noises for nothing.”

When his words reached your ear, your body quivered as you reached the peak of pleasure and finally came, releasing a satisfied moan.

Riven came up to your face and said, “Did that feel that good, darling?”

You let out a small ‘yes’ as you finally get some air. The two men looked at each other and chortled. You watched Jude get up from you and walk to the couch, hand on his hard cock. Your attention was focused on Jude and didn’t notice Riven was now standing in front of you as he started to take off your dress.

“Arms up.”

You raised your arms up high as he slid the dress up from your head and threw it across the room. He then grabbed both of your ankles with his hand and slid down your soaked underwear from your legs.

“You’re so filthy, all this for us? How cute.” He eyed your wet cunt that’s painted with cum, a grin crossing his face.

You panted as you watched him slide down his pants from the front a little, he took out his cock that’s leaking with precum. You gasped from inside when you saw his giant, throbbing cock.

“Open.”

You submitted to his will, spreading your trembling legs. He snickered at the view, he was mesmerized by it.

“Look at this, Jude. Turns out our brave and pretty girl is a slut for us after all.” He slapped his cock with his hand on your pussy, throbbing it even more.

You glanced at Jude and saw him sitting on the couch, his hand rested on his cock that was also dripping with precum.

Without any warnings, Riven spread your lips and shoved his cock inside of your pussy that caused you to let out a silent scream. “So fuckin small and tight.” He growled. 

He shoved his fingers inside of your mouth and you made a mistake.

You bit down. A pitbull in force. Straddled his fingers with your teeth.

Riven yelled, his fingers slipping out of you. Everything happened in a whirlwind of moments, seconds crashing together instead of unfolding one after another.

“You fucking bitch!” He harshly cursed at you. He smacked you across the face. “I don’t think one cock is enough in that pussy of yours.” He pointed his finger at where you’re both attached.

Riven turned his head to the other man who’s sitting on the couch while stroking his cock, enjoying the show between the two of you. “Jude, why don’t you come here and shove your cock inside this stupid bitch’s pussy.”

Your eyes widened in fear as you looked at Jude, he looked back at you and playfully smirks. He stands up and walks next to Riven. 

“We were supposed to be lenient, to let you take us one at a time.” Jude said, taking his cock to your pussy. “But it seems like plans have been changed.”

“W-wait, no please.” You pleaded.

They both ignored your begging as Jude shoved his cock inside of you

Both men were thick and long, and the thoughts of having both of them inside you overwhelmed you. But now with both of them forcing their cock inside of you, you just wanted to die. Jude grunted as he grabbed your leg and managed to penetrate you.

“I know I’d make it fit.” Jude said.

The two men slammed inside of you. You just wanted to melt down, to just disappear. But you knew they wouldn’t let you. Your thoughts were interrupted by reality as they forcefully pounded inside of you.

They kept a close, hungry eye on you as you were crying beneath them. Each of their thrust made your body shake more, as well as your brain hurting so badly. They felt excitedly aroused just by watching you cry and squirm under them, so they picked up their pace.

You gripped the bed sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white. Uncontrollable silent screams and moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth. You needed just a few deep thrusts to cum so hard around their beefy cock. Feeling completely embarrassed, you made another mistake, you hid your face with the palm of your hand, not wanting to meet their hungry gaze when they thrusted inside of you.

Jude didn’t like that; He grabbed your hand roughly and kissed you, shushing you up but you grew sloppy against his lips. You were literally drowning in the ocean of pleasure.

“Do I have to tie your hands, baby?” He said in a terrifying yet sweet tone that sent down shivers, still ramming inside of you. You cried out, “N-no no, p-please.” You hiccupped, your whole face was wet with tears.

“Maybe we should tie her up,” Riven uttered. “I wanna see those cute little hands trying to find something to grip on.”

“Don’t be too mean now.” Jude said, backing up from you. “She’s our little brave and pretty girl, we have to take good care of her. Or what do you think, Y/n?”

They both eyed you down, waiting for your response.

You quickly shook your head, you wanted to beg them but the uncontrollable hiccups prevented you from doing that.

You could feel yourself getting close to your orgasm, you wanted to tell them as quickly as possible. The hopes of Jude letting you cum naively came back.

“C-c-cu-m…” You were trying your hardest to let out words from your mouth.

“What was that, darling?” Riven said.

“C-cum, I w-want..” You bit your lips, that didn’t come out as you planned.

“You want to cum?” The same man said while playfully raising his eyebrow.

You keenly nodded.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to do that.” He sarcastically pouted.

More tears rolled down from your cheeks when you heard Riven’s words, your eyes started to burn from them. You swiftly wiped them away, feeling the blurriness on your eyes. You looked at Jude, unspokenly begging him with your eyes to just let you cum.

Jude was already looking at you so he noticed your begging eyes quickly. He hummed a little, glancing at Riven who wanted you to just struggle beneath Jude and him.

Riven looked back at him, understanding his look. “Well, I’ll let her cum if she reads a line from a book.” He smiled.

Riven backed away a little, cock still inside of you. He grabbed a random book and opened it. He came to your face, “Come on, darling. Repeat after me.”

He lifted his finger at Jude, “Jude, stop. I wanna hear her speak and then we’ll give her what she wants.”

He grabbed your jaw, “And be grateful that I’m not making you read them alone. Now repeat after me…”

He looked at the words in the book. “Life,” He said.

“L-L-life.” You repeated through your hiccups, trying to fight them to go away.

“Is what happens.” He looked you in the eye. You locked your eyes with him, “I-is…Is w-what -happens..”

“When you are busy.”

“W-when y-you.. You busy..”

“Are.” He roughly said. You realized you missed the ‘are’ when he pointed it out. You couldn’t focus as your brain was hurting so badly. Riven was on his last nerve when you weren’t repeating the words fastly, but he managed to be patient. Jude was just staring down at the both of you.

“A-are..”

“Making other plans.”

“M-making other plans.” You managed to say the last few words almost perfectly.

“That’s such a good girl, very good girl.” He planted a kiss on your lips and raised up.

His praise comforted you, a lot. The two men started once again ramming both of their thick cocks inside of you.

Your moans and their groans came back once they’ve started thrusting on you. It doesn’t take long when your orgasm was building up that made you breath heavily, but in a satisfied way. Knowing that they're going to make you cum without you having to automatically tell them.

You were milking their cock, it was surprising that your cum sneakily leaked out from your pussy. “Come on, darling. Cum on our cocks.”

It was another surprise that those words came out from Riven’s mouth. The orgasm finally built up and you came, drinking every inch of pure pleasure that washed you like a tsunami.

Both of them took out their cock from your now bruised pussy, Riven amusingly scoffed at the view while Jude came down to you and kissed your ear. “You did so, so fucking well. Good job.

—

You hid your face in Jude’s shoulder as you tried your best not to laugh at the other man sleeping on the bed beside you both with his loud snores. You couldn’t help but you giggled on Jude’s shoulder.

After the three of you were done, they cleaned you up and took care of you. And now you’re sitting in the middle of them on the bed except for Riven sleeping with his loud snores that you and Jude couldn’t stop laughing at.

“Open up.” Jude silently laughed as he brought another strawberry on your lips, trying his best not to wake up the man.

You opened your mouth and took a bite of the strawberry. You glanced at Riven again and giggled even more.

“Do you think I can sleep tonight?” You put a palm on your hand as you giggled.

“Don’t worry, you will.”

Jude looked down, trying to stop himself. But as Riven’s snores got louder, you both cracked up and laughed.

“Open up, next bite.” He said through his laughs. You took another bite of the strawberry, finishing it while you and Jude found some entertainment in Riven’s snorings.

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Delinquents Love [PART ONE]

Male x Fem!reader X Male

I did the second part NSFW to make the oneshots more rounded yo know? I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

Summary: Your best friends sneaked up on your room and brought you to a forest where they reveal a secret... (goofy summary)

Word count: 5.4k [Ending one: 803] [Ending two: 744] [Ending three: 409] [You'll understand what I mean when you read the whole oneshot.]

PART TWO: Delinquents Love [SMUT]

I don't consider this yandere but it still has like obsessive/possessive thoughts.

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The atmosphere of the room was cozy with warm lighting and a hint of nostalgia that relaxed you as you laid on your stomach on your bed, drawing small hearts on a note with your pencil. Boredom washed over you as you didn't know what to do. You’ve read a book, painted, watched television and boredom still hasn't left you.

You decided to just lay on your bed and draw doodles with a restless imagination.

After a few moments of sluggish heart drawing, frustration grew in you, making you drop your head and the pencil on the sheets.

You got up from the bed and began to walk in the middle of the room, examining the room, hoping there will be something to cure your boredom. After minutes of hoping, you let out a sigh in defeat. You decided to make your way to the shower. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you closed the door behind you. Relished in the warmth of the towel wrapped around your body, with water droplets gently cascading down your back from your hair.

As you head to your wardrobe, your heart skips a beat when a knock on your… window startles you. You let out a scream, almost dropping your towel, but managed to catch it just in time with your hands.

“What the hell…” You muttered.

You slowly turned around to face your window, only for you to see a young recognizable man smiling at you blissfully.

“Jude…?” You said slowly in surprise.

You directly walked to your window, sliding it up with your eyes widened. “What are you doing here? How did you get up here?” You asked in a concerned tone. How did he even climb up?

“With a little help from a friend,” Jude said, raising his eyebrow with his mischievous smile and glances next to him. You look at where he glanced and saw…

“Riven?” 

You watched another man slide his feet carefully closer to the both of you on the ledge building.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“What the- what are you guys doing here and oh my god-” You quickly grabbed their arms with your both hands, pulling them to you. “You guys are going to fall.”

“Then fall with us.” Riven stated.

“Stop and get in, quick!” You said in a fearful tone.

Jude chuckled, “Alright, calm down. But we can’t get in if you keep that grip on us.” 

“Oh, right just- get in.” You let go of the grip on their arms but let out a big gasp when Riven lets go of his grip on the window ledge, only for him to hold on the other ledge below.

You bend closer and look down to your window.

“Darling, I’m falling.” Riven expressed sarcastically. He mockingly raised his hand for you to hold him, Jude mimicking his tone but more bluntly, "He's falling."

“Guys stop! It’s not funny! Jude catch him!”

They both laughed, Riven holds the ledge again with his free hand and raises up to your window ledge. You quickly unblock your body from your window, so they can get in. You watch the man climb up, following with the other man.

They stood up straight, getting dust out of their clothes. They finally look up, meeting their eyes with your scared ones. You kept staring at them in distress

“Are you serious?” You said in annoyance.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Riven shrugged and walked to your bed, throwing himself on it.

Riven and Jude entered your life during your first year of academy and strangely became friends with you after some teasing and light bullying. They’re known for the ‘Troublemakers’. Constantly doing dangerous stuff which was ‘adventurous’ for them, like how they just climbed on your freaking window. It was insane, you were glad you were friends with them, or you would end up walking out of the public bathroom with slime on your hair again.

Although, they do sometimes act weirdly when they’re with you…

“Riven and I figured we would surprise you and take you out, and you seem to…” Jude eyed you up and down. 

You were so distracted by their unexpected crazy visit that you didn’t even realize you were wearing your towel that’s covering your vulnerability.

You looked down, wrapping your arms around yourself, avoiding their gaze. The man standing in front of you awkwardly cleared his throat and looked down as well. You can feel the man behind you lying on your bed do the same but in amusement, three of you avoiding each other. With a tomato-red face, you make your way to the wardrobe, feeling the weight of the unpleasant situation but you could swear to yourself that you knew they immediately gave each other a small smirk.

“Maybe if you didn’t come through my window and just used the door it wouldn’t have been like this.” You uttered in a tone mixed with awkwardness and embarrassment.

“Well uhh… How about we… turn around?” Jude suggested. Riven was just staring at the ceiling, not wanting to join the uncomfortable conversation.

“Okay…” You mumbled. You opened the wardrobe and took out a dress since they’re… taking you out.

“Some ugly drawing you did.” You heard Riven change the awkward conversation, you turned around and saw him looking at the drawn hearts on your note. “I was bored.” You turn back around.

“Glad you have us then, otherwise what would you do without us?” Riven said in a flirty tone.

You rolled your eyes, “Can you just turn around, so I can change?” You awkwardly bit your bottom lip.

Riven took the notebook and stood up, turning the opposite to you. Jude copied his action. You carefully watched them again as you removed your towel and began to wear your clothes.

Riven and Jude sneaked a peek at your note, filled with random doodles and drawings, conveniently ignoring the fact that you were changing right behind them.

After getting dressed, You declared, “I'm done.” They both turned to look at you, Jude chimed in. “Prettier.” with a smile.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, tip-toeing on the floor, “So ummm, where are we going?” You nervously said.

You watched them both smile at each other. Jude replied with, “Well, we found a place that we are sure that you’ll love.”

‘Is this another of your stupid pranks?”

“What? Of course not.”

"Okay okay, let's go." You started walking towards the door, but when you glanced back because they weren’t moving, you saw them both looking at you with amusement, and you immediately understood the look.

“No…” You raised your finger at the window, “I’m not laying a foot there.”

“Oh come on, Y/n. I promise you, we’re good at this, we will help you.” Jude exclaimed.

“No-” You backed away.

Jude let out an exasperated sigh. While Riven leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

“If you guys really want to do that, then go. But I’m leaving by the stairs.”

“Please Y/n, trust us.” He pulled his hand out for you to hold it. “Would you trust us?”

You hesitated, looking behind Jude at Riven. You can see behind his eyes, waiting for you to just say yes. “Fine…” You muttered.

“Great. Alright then, let’s go.” Jude gives you another blissful smile.

As you walked fearfully to the window where they came in from, you looked down at the street, muttering, "That's so high.” You glanced at Jude, fear filled your eyes.

“It’s not that high.” Riven spoke.

“Yes it is.”

“We’ll hold on to you close, here I’ll go first.”

You watched Jude go out the window, jumping on the ledge below.

“Come on, girl.” Riven held your waist and guided you out of the window, your hand gripping his fingers tightly. You look down once again at the street, heart racing. 

“Oh my god, Riven. This is insane!” You whispered.

“You’re making me insane with that dress of yours.” He winked at you that went unnoticed by you.

Riven’s words barely register as you’re completely focused on the situation. He firmly holds on to your waist and makes his way out of the window. Gripping onto him tightly, he jumped carefully on the ledge. 

You held out your arms to Riven like a baby just wanting to be held by their mother. Riven gently chuckles at you and effortlessly lifts you from the window ledge like a feather and places you onto the ledge below.

.You glanced down again and tears started to form in your eyes, “Riven…”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Do not look down.” He surprisingly comforted you, holding your hand as he moved his feet slowly on the ledge with you. You suddenly now just want to go back to your room, drawing stupid hearts.

After fear took all over your body, you managed to turn on the other side of the building with him. Jude already jumped and was waiting for the both of you. You tried to not look down but when Riven jumped down as well, you knew it’s over as your heart skipped a beat.

Riven raised both of his hands up, “Come on, pretty girl. Jump and I’ll catch you, I promise.”

“I hate both of you.” You shouted. 

Riven let out a groan, seeing your situation as unnecessary. “So what? You gonna stay up there forever? Listen, sit on the ledge and then drop yourself and again I’m saying, "I promise I’ll catch you.” He shouted back, enough for you to hear him down there.

You followed his tip, carefully sitting on the ledge but it wasn’t enough, it was still high.

“Riven…” You cried out.

You heard Jude say, “Y/n, people can live 100 years without really living for a minute, you jump down with us, it’s one less minute you haven’t lived. Stop controlling everything and just let go.”

“You will be our brave and pretty girl.” Riven added.

“Shut up-” The moment you said that, you decided to listen to Jude’s words and let go. Sliding yourself and falling down, you scream with your heart beating so fast but Riven quickly catches you.

He placed you down on the ground, “Now, that’s our brave and pretty girl. Good job.”

“See? It’s okay. You were great, Y/n.” Jude jokingly punches your cheek lightly.

You rolled your eyes, ‘Okay- maybe it was, just a little though.”

You heard both of them laugh, making you smile sheepishly. “You’re just sooo cute.” Riven punched your other cheek.

They exchanged a smile, Riven grabbed your hand while Jude grabbed your other hand.

The three of you began to walk through the street, surrounded by the charm of big libraries, cozy cafes, and small apartment buildings. You guys started to chat. Yet, amidst the chatter, your mind was consumed by curiosity, wondering where exactly they are leading and should you be worried or excited. Where would they take you?

After some walking, you stumbled upon a magical forest. You were awestruck at the ethereal forest.

“I have never seen this before.” Your mouth was wide-opened.

“Yeah, because you’re so blind.”

You hit Riven’s shoulder, he just let out a chuckle. They let go of you and walk between the giant trees. Jude looked at you from behind, seeing you unmoved. “You're going to stand there forever, slowpoke? I promise there're no werewolves or bears.”

You let Jude’s words sink in and cautiously approached them, Jude shook his head in amusement and continued walking. The forest grew quiet, and a sense of fear slowly creeps over you. Determined to stay close, you quickened your pace to walk beside them, seeking comfort in their presence.

Riven eyed you down, “What’s wrong sweetheart, scared?”

You looked up at him, “No?”

He scoffed. “Sure.”

“I’m not scared-” You argued.

“Alright,” He said, sarcastically complying with a dramatic hands-up motion. “We did not bring any diapers so don’t piss yourself when you see a spider.”

You glared at him, Jude snorted out a laugh and looked down. You could see Riven managing to keep a normal expression, trying his best to not burst out laughing.

“And there we are.” Riven said.

You spot a medium-sized lake with two white ducks gracefully swimming. Your eyes widened in awe as you noticed a picnic rug and a basket nearby. You walk towards the ducks and crouched down. 

“I never knew you guys loved picnics.” Your eyes were saddened a bit because you couldn’t pet the ducks since they were in the middle of the pond.

“I don’t, this stuck-up moron called Jude suggested.”

“Oh come on, for Y/n’s sake. Or what do you think, Y/n? Wanna climb on trees?”

“No,” You stood back up. “I wanna feed the ducks.”

“Boring.” Riven muttered under his breath and walked to the picnic rug. Jude raised his finger at you, “Wait a sec-” He followed Riven towards the picnic rug. Deftly opening the basket to retrieve a small bag. He returned to your side and crouched down with the ducks.

“Here, let’s feed them together.”

You give him an exciting smile and crouched with him. The moment Jude took out the cracked corn from the bag, the ducks quickly rushed to him. You giggled at the sight and took out some as well. Riven just laid down on the picnic rug, uninterested.

“Did you guys really just leave the basket here alone, what if ants came inside?”

Jude laughs, “No, don’t worry. We got it all covered.”

“Jude, when the hell did you become so boring?”

“Well, how about you become useful and go get some wood before it gets dark.”

“Are we staying the night here?” You asked.

“Why of course, won’t hurt to stay one night.” “Well then… I wanna go with Riven to collect wood too.”

Riven stood up, “Alright, sweetheart. Don’t come crying and clutching to me when you spot an ant.”

You simply rolled your eyes and followed him behind.

—

“What about this one?” You showed him a piece of wood.

“No, too dry.”

You groaned, it’s been 20 minutes and you’ve only found two good pieces of big woods that’s fit for a campfire, well Riven did actually.

“How long are we going to do this?”

“And what do you think this is? A car race? So stupid.” Riven spotted something, “There we go, another wood.” He walked to the giant tree and picks up the wood nearby it

You walked behind him but something stopped you, making you trip. You screamed in pain. Riven quickly turned around, “Bloody hell…” He came closer to you and flipped you on your back. You looked at where the pain was hitting you, blood coming out of your leg.

Shushing you, “Shhh, hey, you wanna keep it down? What did I tell you about being our brave girl?” He pressed his hand on the wound, making you whimper loudly.

He sighed, “It’s gonna get infected. Come on, let’s go back and Jude can deal with this, he knows this kind of stuff.” He looked up at your teary eyes, body full of pain. He gently brushed his fingers through your bloody leg, soothing you with each stroke to calm you down. He clicked his tongue, unsure of what to do but an idea popped in his mind.

“Why did the baby cookie cry?”

You look him in the eyes.

“Because its mother was a wafer too long!”

You kept a pained expression at him, did he just tell a joke? You giggled at the stupid joke, unsure of what to say. Your whole focus was on your bleeding leg as you tried to move it. Riven chuckled, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He tried to pick you up but quickly put you down when you let out another scream.

“Rive…” You mumbled.

“Alright, pretty girl,” He places his hands on your back and your legs, lifting you up to his chest. With a surprisingly soothing voice, he whispered, “I got you.” His expression seemed to soften as he slowly started walking, you cradled your head on his chest.

Even with your leg that’s giving you pain, you were still conscious. But your thoughts were filled by his unexpected affection, you really didn’t understand. This man was known for his sharp tongue and sarcastic remarks, how did he become so soft like this? Especially with how he looked at you while stroking your leg.

It’s as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a newfound tenderness.

Your thoughts were interrupted by his words.

“How did you even manage to bleed just off a fall?” He chuckled as if you’re the dumbest person on the planet.

“And how did you manage to come off with the most unfunniest joke ever while I’m bleeding?”

He glared down at you, you simply gave him a fake, innocent stare.

“Quit it, you little shit before I drop you off here and let you walk,” He bends down his face to get closer to you. “You don’t wanna walk now, do you? Because that will be such a pretty sad sight.”

As much as you want to deny it, he was right. You were counting every second to arrive to Jude, you sure did fell hard. You decided to keep your mouth closed or otherwise he would actually let you walk with your injury.

—

The seconds were finally over as you arrived. You can see Jude already set the campfire area. Jude’s eyes widened when he looked over to the both of you arriving, quickly rushing to you.

“What happened?” Jude asked worriedly.

“Stuff happened and I only have 3 pieces of wood, this forest is trash afterall.”

Jude scoffed, “It isn’t, you just went the wrong way. I have found a lot of wood while you were gone” He said as he picked you up from the other man’s arms. 

“Waste of my time.” Riven scolded, following him behind as Jude sat you on the log. He crouched down in front of you and begins to examine your wound. Riven went to set the fire, gathering all the woods. 

“What happened?” He asked again.

“I fell, tripped over something.”

“Must be something sharp then.”

He pressed on the wound with his fingers like Riven did, making you whimper loudly once again.

You heard Riven tease, “Oh what’s the matter, sweetheart? Did I treat you too roughly?” He tilted his head to the side a bit. “Need a band-aid for that boo-boo? Is that it?”

Jude turned his head to the other man. “Can you just keep your mouth shut for a whole minute?”

Riven pouted, raising his palms in front of him and giving the man an innocent spark in his eyes. Jude turned his head back to you, “Ignore him, here…”

He ripped a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around your leg, you simply sat there and stared at him.

—

“I never knew marshmallows tasted this good.” Jude exclaimed as he took another bite from his perfectly toasted marshmallow. You nodded in agreement, taking a bite as well. Riven tossed his stick on the ground and went to the basket.

“Since we’re babysitting, I have brought some pure fruits.” Riven picked up a plastic container from the basket, inside were freshly looking grapes. He walked towards you, sitting next to you on the log in front of the campfire.

“Open up,” He takes a piece of the grapes and leans it to your lips. “Yummy yummy~”

You shot him a deadly stare, itching to smack him. Jude on the other hand, struggles to maintain a normal expression. The moment Riven sighed in annoyance, you swiftly took the grape in your mouth.

Riven softly smiled, “Now that’s a good girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Shut up–” Snatching away the plastic container from his hands, you began to eat each piece. He chuckled at you in amusement and shook his head while looking down.

You wasted no time talking and devouring the grapes, you've been hungry all day. It wasn’t until you felt two stares stabbing you, that you looked up from the container. You were met with the two men looking amusingly at you, just like in your bedroom. One of them stared with an amused grin, while the other one was just simply looking at you with an awkward smile.

“Y/n… I feel like we are not giving you enough space.” Jude said.

You looked up at him, “What do you mean?”

“He means… Who do you wish to stick with? Two men constantly around you can be very stressful.”

“I– I don’t know…maybe…”

…

—

Jude’s ending:

“I would like to stick with… Jude.” You smiled.

“Wha…” Jude looked stunned.

Riven and you looked at him. Jude’s usual expression changed; instead of his calm expression, he had a look of surprise on his face. Riven muttered something under his breath that you couldn’t manage to hear but nodded in acceptance. Jude kept looking down on the ground, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. 

His brows furrowed as he grappled with the weight of his contemplations, unaware of the world around him. The silence hung heavy, broken only by the soft sound of his steady breaths, as he delved deeper into the recesses of his mind.

“Jude?”

He doesn’t respond but instead, he grabbed your hand and started walking with you out of the forest, leaving Riven behind all alone. “I guess I will eat all the grapes alone.” Riven shouted, taking the plastic container in his hands.

—

You both exited the forest and he didn’t utter a single word. The night showed the moonless night with cold breezes hitting both of you and the man’s warm skin. He still held a tight grip on your hand and walked with you in the sidewalk that showed nobody, it was just you and him.

He kept looking straight forward, inside of him wanting to say something. A desire in him that he wanted to unleash that’s been stuck for so long. You decided to keep your mouth shut and let him take you wherever he’s taking you. 

But the warmth between the two of you made you feel relaxed.

You both walked for a while, ending up in a park alone. He makes you sit on a bench with him. You glanced at him and saw him gazing at the ground, just like 15 minutes ago in that campfire.

“Jude..” You slowly said, looking directly in his brown eyes that fixed on the ground. He turned his head a little to the side to look at you. He licked his lips, gathering all the courage for his words. “Y/n I-...” He was trying to say something.

He gently scoffed, “I think I’m in love with you.” He rapidly said.

“Wha-”

He grabbed your face with both of his hands, bringing it closer to his face. 

“I’m very much in love with you.”

He whispered,

“I love you so much, it hurts.”

He leaned in, his lips gently meeting yours, unleashing a wave of desire that swept over you both. The world around you faded into the background as your bodies pressed closer, the heat between you growing with each passing second. Your heart raced as you kissed him back. All of the sudden, he breaks the kiss. Your expression turned into disappointment, yearning for more. He noticed this and mischievously smiled, going back to your lips again.

“I’ll never-” He mumbled between the kisses. “ I’ll ne-never let anyone- come close t-to you-” He kisses deeper into your mouth. “Don’t, don’t-” He repeated, his hands gripping your face tightly. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan in the kiss.

“D-don’t leave me mm…me.” He whispered in your lips, eyes shut tight. Jude’s forehead rubbed yours as he squeezed your face.

He broke the kiss, “Tell me. Tell me how much you love me too-” He impatiently said, catching his breath as he stared at you.

“I love you too, Jude.” You replied.

 “My only pretty and brave girl.”

He let go of you and leaned on the bench, looking straight-forward again, as if nothing happened. You leaned back with him, growing all nervous all of the sudden. You didn’t know what to say afterwards, is he going to say something?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the man sitting next to you, questioning.

“Did you really mean it… when you said you won’t leave… me?” He asked, refusing to look at you.

You delayed a response, instead leaning your head onto his shoulder, gazing at the night sky.

“Of course.” You mumbled, feeling self-conscious at replying so truthfully.

Jude's chest rose and fell heavily, signaling you that he had been holding his breath.

“Good.” He responded. An invisible weight was lifted from his shoulders. 

You noticed him eyeing your body, inspecting your dress, your exposed skin, your vulnerability. He locked eyes with you, looking down at you resting your head on his shoulder.

He brought his hand to your chest, brushing his fingers against your exposed skin, while keeping his eyes locked with yours. Suddenly, the air grew hotter as you both started to breathe heavily again. 

His fingers descended to your cleavage, desire and lust evident in his eyes.

“I think it’s time to show you how much I love you.” He murmured, leaning in close to your chest and plants a soft kiss on your breast.

—

Riven’s ending:

“I would like to stick with… Riven.”

Riven’s eyes widened, a surprised look on his face but then a mischievous smile crossed his face. He suddenly took out his hand, silently waiting for you to hold it. With a blissful smile, you gladly intertwined your fingers with his. He stood up and walked with you, away from the other man who’s sitting by the fire.

“More grapes for me, then.” Jude shouted.

—

You both stepped out of the forest. The street lay before you, empty and quiet, as if it held secrets of its own. He sighed in annoyance and took off his coat.

“What are you doing?” You nervously asked.

He draped the coat around you, “I can see you shivering, should’ve brought a jacket, pretty girl.”

“Thank you-” You smiled at him.

He interlocked fingers with you again. As you both were walking, you excitedly gasped and stood at your place when you noticed something. “Oh, what’s wrong?” He asked, concern evident in his voice.

You immediately let go of his hand, running across the street like a child.

“Y/n?!”

"Riven, look!" You exclaimed, your voice filled with excitement, pointing at the puddle. Without a care in the world, you gleefully jumped on it, sending water splashing in all directions. The sheer joy on your face was contagious but that made Riven have a bad feeling about your innocent fun.

“Y/n, watch your step!”

You kept jumping, your bare legs getting wet with each splash. Riven tried getting close to you, in result water splattered on him as well that made him back away. He chuckled at your childish act but kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you won’t get hurt.

“When did it rain?” You eagerly asked, a wide smile on your face as you kept jumping on the puddle.

“I’m probably sure it rained when you’re sleeping.” Riven replied.

He stayed watching you carefully, a soft smile on his face, adoring you.

“Okay, pretty girl. That’s enough, you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

You stopped the moment he said that and started walking towards him, the same smile that’s not leaving your face. “What a reckless girl you are.” He murmured. He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“A reckless girl that I won’t share with anyone.” He whispered, enough for you to hear him. You looked directly in his eyes, he was already looking in your nervous ones.

“A reckless girl that I’ll make sure no one ever lays eyes on.”

“Riv-”

“Oh, I’ll give you the world,” He whispered again, leaning in close to your face. “The moon. The fucking stars. Anything you ask, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

He brushed your hair away from your face. A few moments ago, you looked so excited and now you are trapped in his arms, feeling all tensed up. You could feel your cheeks and ears getting warm.

“But you’re certainly mine when I laid my eyes on you. And I won’t let anybody change that.”

He paused a bit, “Do you know why?”

“It’s because I’m in love with you, it’s because… I love you.”

Without hesitation, he kissed you, pulling you even more closer to him. You giggled in the kiss but his expression was serious, he was serious. He went deeper into your mouth, devouring every taste of you.

He pulled back, “Tell me how much you love me too.” He said, impatiently waiting for your reply.

“I love you too, Riven.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back, his lips returning to yours. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled your face closer, savoring the taste of your kiss. However, this time you playfully pulled back, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes. "But can you say it twice?" you whispered, a blissful smile gracing your lips.

He smirked, shaking his head and kissed you for the third time, silencing any words that may escape your lips. a giggle escaped you during the kiss, but he eventually pulled back, leaving you wanting more.

“I love you, there’s three,” He kissed you for the fourth time. “Four, I love you.”

He pulled back, for the last time. His playfulness wiped all away, going back to his serious expression. He traced his hand all over your body, his hand slowly going down to your… thigh. He kept eyeing your body with a craving, a desire he wanted to get out, anger he wanted to get out on you.

“And I will show you tonight, just how much I love you, that I’d kill for you.” 

—

Poly/Threesome ending:

“I don’t know… I can’t pick.”

Riven and Jude shared a confused look, but Riven’s confused expression turned playful as he eyed you up and down.

“I guess we’ll have to share you then” Riven smirked.

“I wouldn’t really call it share,” Jude stands up, taking more small wood and throwing it in the fire to keep it lit. “More like, own.” 

“Oh, absolutely.”

You grew nervous, unsure of what they mean. “What do you mean…?”

“Oh come on, don’t act like a stupid innocent girl now. We both know how much you want us…” He traces his fingers to your jaw, going down your neck.

“How much you need us.”

Jude walked towards both of you and sat down close next to you, just as close as Riven was. They were practically sandwiching you. You were sitting there awkwardly, not sure what to do. “Riven and I made an agreement, the man you stick with is the man who you be with.” He looked down on the ground and scoffed.

“But since you picked the both of us, then we will have to teach you a lesson that you only belong to us, that no one would dare to get close to you.”

“Going to have to domesticate this pretty girl, show her who she belongs to.” Riven’s voice dripped, venomous.

Jude brushed the pieces of hair in front of your face to the back of your ear. 

“No one will ever want you when we’re done with you.” Jude seethed, “There won’t be another thought behind those eyes, except for us.”

Riven's gaze was fixated on your captivating breast, his mind entranced by your allure. Lost in a sea of thoughts, he yearned for nothing more than to erase every distraction and focus solely on you. But you were the one who was distracting him, running through his mind with every beat of his heart.

“But… I think we should take this somewhere else, it will be very, very sad for someone to hear outside this forest those pretty noises that will come out from your pretty little mouth.” Riven brushed his thumb on your lips, smiling mischievous at you.

“Although, those noises would still be heard.” The other man clicked his tongue in disappointment. “But that’s okay, it would show them who you belong to now.”

Jude leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on your cheek with a blissful smile on his smug face.

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[melody22222]

Hi, could you please write a Yandere story where he has a Black female darling that’s insecure about her natural hair because of micro aggressions from coworkers?

Flaming Love

Male Yandere x Insecure!Fem reader

A/n: SO SORRY FOR WRITING IT LIKE AFTER 2 WEEKS.

Disclaimer: You don't need to be a black girl with natural hair in order to read this, you can just imagine it in your own hair type and skin whenever he mentions something about HOW GORGEOUS YOUR HAIR IS?

Me personally, black girls with their natural hair are literally the prettiest.

HOPE U ENJOYYYYY. (I made this a bit more of a life lesson) (AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 83 FOLLOWERS HELLO?? OMMGG)

Word count: 4k

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It’s 8:55 PM

You are currently sitting on a weathered wooden bench with your hands rested on your face, covering it. Behind an incredibly tall skyscraper that stretches towards the night sky. The city’s lights twinkled like stars, casting a soft glow on the bustling streets below.

You vowed to never lay your eyes on that building again, not even a single glance. You didn’t want to see anybody inside that building anymore.. 

This was your first time working in a big ol’ city. The first time you stepped out of the cab in front of a majestic skyscraper, You were awestruck at how tall the building was. This is where you are going to work, your heart pounded with excitement the more you think of it.

It felt like stepping into a dream.

Sure, the city was overpopulated, smelled funny, and had very small apartments, but that’s what was so great about it. Even the bad things looked good.

And now, you just wanted to stay away from that building, you were done. Tears streamed down your face as you wiped them, falling onto the pavement as your heel rapidly tapped on the ground impatiently. You didn’t want your boyfriend to see you in this state of emotional distress, a mess of tears and fragility.

At first, it was just stares, whispers, and silent laughs. You thought it was all in your mind, but it only got worse. Your co-workers began harassing you by throwing drinks and food at you, especially targeting your voluminous crown of curls. The situation escalated into sexual harassment, with inappropriate comments coming from male co-workers that made you feel uncomfortable.

You tried reporting to the boss about the subtle insults, but it was futile. He refuses to do anything about it because of the money. All Wall Street Journal CEO and Co-workers get massive amounts of money, and it was all cheat and lies. You weren’t surprised, they were money-hungry jerks, it was all about money. But you didn’t know it would be this bad.

You never told your boyfriend about this, you don’t want him to know. If he knew, he would force you to leave the company, and you couldn’t bear that. This is your dream, you didn’t want to leave such an incredible opportunity. You begged him to let you work there and after one year of pleading, he finally gave in and let you work in a massive company. But now, you just want to go home.

Today, your boss forced you to work extra hours along with a few other co-workers. The fear that you felt when he said that, now you have to deal with them for extra hours more? Oh boy.

The moment you stepped out of the towering building with tears that wetted your face, the scent of sandwich and cranberry juice clung to you. Your dress shirt bore the stains of cranberry juice, and your damp hair exuded the same fragrance. And all that was thrown at you by these jerks during those few hours. 

You managed to clean your clothes a bit in the washroom, but that still didn’t remove the stains that were attached to your shirt.

As you waited for your boyfriend to come and pick you up from this hell, you heard the laughter of a few people coming behind you.

‘Oh lord, please, not right now.’

You started praying to not let them see you and just walked away but then there it is.

A sudden pain struck the back of your head, causing you to let out a moan and put your palm on the pain. Turning your head, you noticed a soda can on the ground. Looking back up, you locked eyes with your co-workers, who had playfully showered you with food and drinks, and now hitting you for the last time at the end of the day. 

One of the female co-workers pouted sarcastically at you as she and her gang walked on the sidewalk away from you, laughing.

You watched them slowly walk away from you, thoughts raced through your mind at how badly you wanted to get your revenge. You turned your head back and saw a black car pulling up. You sighed in relief and stood up, walking towards the car with a ‘normal’ smile on your face.

You causally opened the car, revealing your excessively charming boyfriend sitting on the driver’s seat, holding a mischievous smile, yet it radiated a comforting warmth that enveloped you. Maybe it’s because of the fact, you finally see someone in your day that’s not going to be throwing cranberry juice and sandwich at you. The sandwich and cranberry juice smell went away and was replaced with your boyfriend’s expensive cologne.

“Hi Jules.” You smiled bubbly at him as you hopped into the passenger seat, a sense of relief washed over you. Jules’s mischievous yet comforting smile greeted you, providing much-needed respite from the day’s chao.

His smile slowly died down when he saw your wet hair and stained shirt. “Sweetheart, what the hell happened to you?” He asked in a concerned tone.

You immediately covered your shirt with your jacket and closed the door, leaving no room for his curiosity. “It’s nothing, calm down. Some girl’s food just accidentally slipped on me.” You replied, trying to downplay the situation and hide your distress.

You looked at him and you saw him looking at you in a blunt but angry expression, like you are the dumbest person on earth. You gulped at how he was staring at you. Seconds passed, he was still staring. You tried avoiding his stare but got fed up with him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked in a bewildered and anxious tone.

“You know Y/n, you can fool anybody but you can’t fool me with those lies coming out of your pretty mouth whenever you want.” He said bluntly and pointed his finger on your lips, still staring at you with the same expression.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing. Like I said it’s just some girl accidentally slipped her food on me. Can you just please drive?”

He chuckles in amusement and goes serious again, “I’m not driving this fucking car until you tell me. I know that look on you, darling. “

“Oh my god.” You muttered under your breath. “Fine! Don’t drive then.” You said as you turned away from him and raised your knees onto your chest, looking at the window.

Jules scoffed and looked away from you, “Alright then.” He said and laid back his head on the headrest and placed his arm casually on the center console and his other hand resting on the steering wheel.

It’s been 5 minutes and you are already bored, while Jules on the other hand, unfazed, maintaining a steady gaze at the buzzing cityscape. He really did keep his words when he said he won’t drive until you tell him what’s wrong.

“Can you just please drive already!?” You turned your head at him, almost shouting. Jules, unperturbed, had his eyes fixed on the cityscape, keeping a calm demeanor and didn’t say anything to you.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and let out a small groan. “Please Jules.” You pleaded.

“You’re the one who’s making it difficult here, darling. I asked you a question, you better fucking answer me if you wanna leave.” 

“A girl PURPOSEFULLY threw her food at me, happy? Now drive already.”

Jules’s eyes widened slightly and turned his head slowly towards your side, finally breaking his gaze.

“What?” He said, raising his voice.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just some assholes. Can you please go now?”

“Who? How? When? Where? What the fuck happened?”

“Jules, it’s no-”

“What the actual fuck happened”

You looked at him and gulped, fear in your eyes. 

“Who the hell would dare to harm my precious sweetheart?” He exclaimed, his eyes shifted from you to the building outside to your window. Suddenly, without warning, he flung open his car door and stepped out, a determined look on his face.

"Jules, what are you doing?" You questioned. He closed his door and left you sitting alone in the car. Without hesitation, you swiftly opened your own door and stepped out as well but you didn't move, ‘Jules, it’s closed. They won’t open up until tomorrow, in the morning.’’

Jules froze in place the moment you spoke, and slowly side-eyed you with formed a mischievous grin and a playful tongue flick. He then turned his attention back to the tall building, crossing his arms and looking up, admiring it.

You caught him saying something but you couldn't quite make out what he was saying, causing you to give him a suspicious look. It was baffling how he went from being angry to smiling like a fuckboy.

He uncrosses his arms and goes back slowly to the car, he points at you with his finger and moves it a bit towards the car, signaling you to get in. You followed his order, still remaining a suspicious look. You watch him walk to his car, he looked like he was thinking about something…something that made you more anxious. He gets in the car and closes his door. 

The moment of tense silence, you didn’t dare to utter a single word, but you felt a growing unease from his unusual silence. Instead, you found solace in gazing out the window, watching the world pass by as the car set into motion. The rhythmic movement of the vehicle provided a calming distraction, offering a temporary respite from the palpable tension in the air.

You rested your elbow on the door armrest, palm against your cheek, admiring the captivating cityscape through the car window. It momentarily distracted you from Jules's peculiar behavior earlier, but thoughts of your job lingered, hoping that Jules wouldn't force you to leave because of what you told him. After five minutes of driving, you suddenly hear him say...

“How long?”

You turned your head towards him and raised your head a little from your palm, letting out a small “What?” 

He looked completely relaxed as his hand effortlessly rested on the steering wheel. 

“Oh come on, don’t act dumb, baby. You know what I mean, how long have they been doing this? People don’t just suddenly throw stuff at you without some beef in the first place.” He uttered, you could see the smoldering rage in him was palpable, as if there was a ticking time bomb ready to explode on the co-workers.

You hesitated, knowing that whatever you say next would be filled with regret, but the thought of leaving him without an answer haunted you even more.

“Since day one,” You mumbled and looked down, not wanting to meet his intense gaze. But instead, he remained calm. His finger tapped on the wheel as he smoothly turned left.

He hums a little and nods his head, “And what exactly have they been doing to my sweetheart?” He questioned again.

“Well, ummm, they have been bullying me, throwing food at me, making fun of my hair, and…” You went silent, gripping the chair with your hand. You felt like a child in kindergarten, confessing to your angry mother who found out you’ve been bullied. 

“And what?”

“And the males there were touching me in a bad way, but they didn’t try anything else.” You said innocently, biting your fingertip.

Jules's face contorted with anger as he clenched his jaw and fists, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes burning with frustration but still remained a calm expression. You noticed him thinking about something again.

You looked away from him and fixed your gaze on the windscreen instead. The car turned left again. 

“Is that why you would always hide your body? Your hair? Cover them with a hoodie? A scarf?”

You looked down. You couldn’t answer that, not in front of him. It felt so…embarrassing.

“Oh baby…” He says in such a soft and understanding tone, he places his hand on your cheek and raises your head a bit to look at him.

His eyes were filled with compassion as he said, “How could you ever hide your pretty-self just because of some stupid low-lifers?”

“I know this is terribly cliche but I swear baby, you are the prettiest girl on the planet, on the whole universe. You’re like an angel.”

“Like a fucking angel.”

“And your hair, it’s so fucking gorgeous! And it really hurted me when you stopped wearing those ribbons, bows, and headbands. You didn’t wear those scarves and hoodie hats to show how captivating you are, you wore them so you could hide your hair. And now I know why.”

He brushed a tear that was about to drop down your cheek.

“Why would you do that, darling?”

Jules comes closer and brushes his lips against yours, his touch gentle yet electrifying, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. "Ju-Jules, b-be..." You stammered, but he silenced you with another passionate kiss, leaving you speechless. Your mind was completely focused on the road ahead, fearing he would crash.

You kiss back a little, mumbling against his lips, "B-be c-careful, you are driving. Jules-"

He shushes you, briefly glancing at the road, before returning to passionately kissing you, leaving you breathless as he denies you a chance to catch your breath.

He pulls back, his eyes locked on yours, “And you get prettier and prettier every time you breathe.”

“Jules, focus on the road.” You breathed heavily, finally catching your breath.

Jules glances at the road once more before making a right turn, his eyes locking onto you again.

“Darling, you’re the definition of perfection. I love every piece of you. Every part of me loves every piece of you.” “And your hair…your curls…” He takes a strand of your curl on his fingers. “Your hair… it’s like..” He looks up at the road, trying to find the right words, “It’s like a magical waterfall, enchants everyone who sees it.”

You can't help but giggle at his cheesy words, finding them endearing and charming but confusing.

“Angel, I’m serious. Your hair is a work of art, each strand is perfectly placed. I can’t get enough of running my fingers through it.” He rolls your curl on his finger and lets it go, making the strand bounce.

He takes the curl and lets it go, making it bounce again. He does this multiple times, mesmerized. It made you giggle at his childish act, but it formed a smile on his face.

“You see those people?” He points his finger on the back of the car, referring to the co-workers. “When you walk in that building with your palpable energy, people can’t help but stare at how ethereal you are.”

“They project their own insecurities at you, baby. They wanna make you feel how they feel about themselves, full of hate and degradation. So when you’re responding to their comment, you’re exchanging energy sweetheart. They take your good energy and give you their energy that’s full of hate and insecurity. So, you should never respond to anything they tell you.”

“But…” He pulled that mischievous smile again like he did while admiring the building

 “That doesn’t really matter now, does it? Because this situation is already taken care of, by me. You don’t have to worry about them ever again.” 

“What are you going to do? Please Jules, I really love that job. Please don’t make me quit.” You pleaded.

With an innocent smile this time, he briefly glanced downwards before meeting your gaze again. "No need to worry, as I mentioned before, the situation has already been handled. And those men who touched you…Oh they will get some special treatment."

A hint of mischief lurked behind that innocent smile. And what did he mean by ‘special treatment?’

Jules takes your hand and locks it with his, intertwining your fingers. As you gaze at each other, he plants a gentle kiss on your hand, filling the moment with tenderness. With his attention now fully on the road, he continues to hold your hand, creating a comforting connection between you.

The whole car ride was silent as you admired the cityscape. You both arrived home eventually, you didn’t utter a word and jumped on the bed while Jules told you he had some work to do. You didn’t really care, you just wanted to sleep. The day was bad and you didn’t want to continue, but Jules' words about you made you giggle and smile like a teenage girl in your bed.

—

You opened your eyes, the sun was directly hitting your face as the curtains were open a bit. You didn’t see Jules next to you but god, this morning is different. You feel so energetic, usually, you would feel tired in the mornings.

You turned your body to the nightstand and looked at the alarm, and your heart dropped.

“10 AM? WHAT THE HELL?” 

You got up, headed to the bathroom, almost slipped on the floor. There was no time to shower, you quickly washed your face and brushed your teeth, going for your clothes now.

Now you get why you feel so energetic. But…how? You remember you set your alarm on.

After getting ready, you quickly head downstairs. Jules wasn’t here at this time of day, which was odd. He told you he would take a break today.

You didn’t have time to think about your boyfriend, you got outside and managed to grab the bus before you missed it.

As the bus arrived into the city and dropped you off 2 blocks away from your workplace, you had 10 minutes to walk. You quickly ran towards the building.

The moment you made a turn and met your eyes with the building. Your eyes widened at the view…

The building was…gone, it was destroyed. You froze in your place as you saw cops and firetrucks all surrounded the destroyed building. You quickly ran your little legs, trying to catch a cop’s attention.

“Hi. Hello? Excuse me, officer.”

The officer turns around, “Yes ma'am? May I help you?” He eyed your briefcase for a moment.

“What the hell happened here? This is my workplace, I’m somehow late. W-what happened, why is it like that?”

“Well, ma’am, you should consider yourself lucky then. You are the only survivor. The building somehow got on fire… We believe a person committed arson on this, we have some footage but we don’t know who it is yet.”

You were…shocked at his words.

“And we also believe there has been some kidnapping, 3 young males in that building disappeared when the fire happened, we also have footage of a masked man dragging the young males, if you have any information, please do tell us.”

He sighed, “I know this is hard, but now all I need you to do is to go home and we will take care of this, alright miss?” 

You nodded in horror and watched him give you a smile and walk away.

You dropped your briefcase, still processing what the hell the police officer said. Then it hit you, last night with Jules…

A tear rolled down your cheek as you grab your briefcase in anger and heading backwards, going straight home.

—

You burst the door open, you looked around and spotted Jules standing, his back facing you, his phone in his hand.

“JULES!” You cried out.

Jules turned around, “Hi, angel.” He said as he smiled blissfully.

“What did you do…” Tears started forming in your eyes.

You hiccuped, your cries became louder. It felt surreal. Trying to convince yourself this wasn’t happening, you curled in a ball, rocking back and forth.

“Jules why…”

This was too much, even if they threw food and drinks at you, gossiped about you, laughed at you, harassed you sexually or non. No one deserves this. These people didn’t deserve such a scary and sad death.

What was this for?

“Oh darling, don’t cry. It hurts me to see you cry.”

His loud and heavy boots that he still didn’t take off when he came home walked closer to you.

“Y/n, why aren’t you happy? I did this for you. Now, they never have to tell or do anything terrible to you. I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever again.”

“You-you bastard!’

Feeling an overwhelming surge of rage, you ran towards Jules, putting entire force into trying to knock him down. But it was useless, he was too strong. He hardly even moved.

“You piece of shit! You bastard! You hurted them! You-YOU killed them, they’re dead because of you! What’s wrong with you?!”

You punched his chest repeatedly, putting all your strength into trying to hurt him.

“I can’t believe you! I can’t believe you!”

You fell into his arms, crying. Your head hurt like crazy, and your nose began to run. But there was no room to care anymore.

"Y/n, I did it all for you. Those fuckers were messing with you from the start, and you never mentioned a word. This was your dream job, and I won't let anyone ruin it. No way."

Jules held you, gently stroking your back, as you cried into his chest, overwhelmed with a mix of anger and vulnerability. The questions echoed in your mind, How could he do this? How could he hurt you like this? How could he hurt THEM like this?

“And those men...who, who dared to lay a hand on you. Those despicable bastards...I swear on my life, I will rid the world of anyone who would dare to touch you ever again. You are precious to me, and I will protect you at all costs. Don’t you worry, I’ll find a perfect job, just for you, sweetheart.”

He spoke with peace and assurance, it felt sincere, but it wasn’t enough to take back what he had done.

Jules spoke in ways you'd never heard, like a madman. it was unreal, how could this be? He held your face, a hint of sorrow in his eyes, but it wasn't remorse for his actions.

Caressing your face, he gently rocked you in his arms. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, unable to understand him. He pecks your lips softly, you hear his soft words.

“I’ll be your protector, darling. I’m your protector, I’m already your protector.” He holds your hand, “Forever.”

You didn’t say anything afterwards, kept resting your head on his chest.

“I’m not supposed to show you this, but…” He hesitates for a moment, then with a mix of reluctance and determination, he reaches for his phone. After a few tense seconds, he turns the screen towards you, revealing a gory image of three men , their faces contorted with fear and pain.

“Recognize them?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and looked away, not wanting to see that pic again. It was the men who sexually harassed you, dissected on the floor, blood splattered everywhere.

“Shhh, it’s okay. They’re gone now.” He quickly removes his phone from you and kisses the side of your head.

“Come here.” He leads you upstairs to the bedroom, guiding you to sit in the middle of the bed with grace. He then walks over to the dresser, opening it to reveal a long pink ribbon

He walks back to you and gently holds your curls, skillfully wraps your hair around the ribbon, securing it tightly. You don't question his actions, simply going along with it. How could you say no?

After a few minutes, he steps back and admires his handiwork, taking in the sight of your curls delicately wrapped with the ribbon.

“Like an angel.” He whispers, smiling softly.

You tugged lightly against the ribbon, now feeling like a tying bow style on your hair.

Jules kisses your cheek, he moves to sit in front of you on the bed as well.

He caresses your face again with his fingers, his touch gentle and filled with admiration, admiring your angelic self sitting in front of him. As his lips find their way to your neck, planting soft kisses, a shiver runs down your spine. You hear him whisper against your skin, his voice filled with desire and a hint of vulnerability.

“I’m never going to let anyone make you shed a tear, ever again.”

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Well, DAMN. Jules is low-key girlypop for Matty. (My goofy silly ahh editor)

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Wait though, what Jules said about exchanging energy is actually accurate. When someone tells you something negative and you respond to it by being upset, mad or basically respond. You are exchanging your energy to theirs. When you feel upset about it, they feel happy like they won a billion dollars, their egos get boosted. So don't respond to anything, do not let them drain you.

You are magnetic in your own beauty.

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[melody22222]

Hi, your stories are so good, do you have a post schedule or a wip list?

THANK YOUUUUUUU💗💗💗

And no, I do not have any type of schedules, I hate that type of stuff. I write stuff as fastest as I can and post them immediately. I do have TONS of YANDERE requests sent to me, and I'm currently writing them in order right now (because then it wouldn't be fair to people who requested first).

I try to write but a lot of times I get distracted (currently working on that😭) so it takes days for me to post, (and sometimes my little help assistant who fixes any mistakes in my writings doesn't be online when I finish, SO I have to wait for him to get online and fix it. that lil bitch.)

#writing #male yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere core #oneshot #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere blog #soft yandere

[melody22222]

hi, how are you doing? If is not a bother can you make a yandere ex fuckboy x insecure reader, she is insecure of his past and the girls he used to stay with before they start dating and is terrified of him cheating on her, that bothers the yandere a lot and he goes to the extreme to prove to her that he doesn't want anyone else.

Unveiling Love

Male Yandere x Insecure!Fem reader

A/n: I'M SO SO SO SO SORRY I SWEAR, I was suppose to post your request like a week ago but our WIFI was literally off for A WEEK. I was literally in a living nightmare. Oh my god... but I'm back, and I'll write every request- God, a whole week without WIFI...Just imagine... ugh need Patrick Bateman hands on my neck right now😔.

Word count: 3k

This is like a rip off of Zane's one shot I did, but you never know.... they could be friends, brothers, work friends, hell... (Maybe even Zane's partner in crime.)

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You find yourself in the bathroom for the third time, splashing cold water on your face in an attempt to calm down. And each time you do it, you hope that the sensation will help ease your racing thoughts and bring a sense of tranquility.

You were worried, scared, anxious. You stepped out of the bathroom, eyeing the bedroom door with growing unease. Your head throbbed, thoughts swirling as fear consumed you.

It’s midnight and your boyfriend still hasn't come home yet. He told you he’s going to be late today which was unusual.

You flopped onto the bed, burying your face in the soft pillow and letting out a sigh. For the past 3 hours, all you did was overthink about your boyfriend, even though you knew he would be late. You couldn't help but worry, so you even called him.

‘Sweetheart, you know I’ll stay at the office till midnight, I’ve told you.’

‘I know, I’m just checking if you are…okay.’

You couldn’t stop thinking about his words. When you were on the call, you pushed the phone closer so you could maybe hear any background noises but there was nothing. That still didn’t reassure you. You were afraid that maybe…just maybe, he’s with someone. 

You’ve been with your boyfriend for almost a year now, everything seemed to be great until you asked him about his past, you were just…curious, that’s all…

When he told you he doesn’t know, that he slept with so many other women in the past that he lost count, your heart sank deep, very deep. Till that day, you slept every night, overthinking. It’s been killing you and you never told your boyfriend about it. You’d ask him questions here and there, but he doesn’t seem to notice anything unusual with you lately.

But you were grateful and truly happy to be with someone who loves and adores you…loves you a little too much. You were still in fear mode.

You laid on the right side of the bed, still thinking. You grab the plushie that was laying next to you, it was a plushie of your boyfriend. Your boyfriend gave it to you so whenever he’s away, you’ll just hug the mini version of him that he gave you. The same hair, the same eye color, the same fashion style. 

You wish that he was never away

You had enough. Your cries burst out of anger, you threw the plushie that you've been hugging for the past 10 minutes across the room.

‘Stupid, stupid. Stupid.’

Your cries slowly escalated, you buried your head on the pillow again. You just wanted all the pain to go away. You suddenly hear the door open fast, making you startle. You immediately knew who it was and quickly wiped your tears away. 

You didn’t want him to know you’ve been crying literally everywhere for god knows how long, the bathroom, the bedroom, the kitchen, the foyer, to a point you couldn’t cry anymore.

“Darling, I’m home.” 

You heard a masculine voice announced. You turn to face him and cheerfully smile, hoping he doesn’t notice your red and sore eyes. You didn’t even hear the front door open, and all that because of your cries.

“Ezra, you’re home.” Still smiling, you’re so glad that he’s back.

Ezra places his brief case carefully on the floor and walks closer to you. He hovered on top of you and began to kiss you, making you giggle in the kiss. You placed your arms on his shoulders.

“God, I missed you so much, princess.” He says between the kiss, he breaks the kiss and goes to your cheek and jaw, planting small pecks.

“I missed you too.” There was still some raspiness in your voice when you spoke. Ezra backed his head a little so he could look at your face clearly.

His smile slowly disappears when he sees your sore eyes, “Why are your eyes so red, baby? Have you been crying?” He brushed his thumb against your eyes, making you deliberately blink.

‘Shit.’ You thought. You didn’t expect him to say that.

“Oh ummm, I- uhh, a lot of… a lot of sand went through my eyes like right now when I opened the balcony before you came, it’s so windy.” You awkwardly laughed, “I’m glad you are home.”

‘God, please let him change the subject. Please.’

Ezra stared at you down with a blunt stare, not convinced at whatever you just blabbered about, he knew something was up and that made you gulp nervously.

He seemed like he wanted to say something, you took the action on your own before he says something. “So, how was work? A lot of work tonight I see.” You said bubbly as if you weren’t just a crying mess a few moments ago.

“Work was great, and I assume everything is great as well with you and your new friend sand, who seems to like your eyes, a lot.” He said in a stern tone.

You knew at that moment that he already found out. You just simply gave him a soft smile and looked down at his chest, avoiding his stare.

“Hmmm…” Ezra hummed as he got off of you. He walks to the desk, opening one of the drawers. He takes out a…CD? You watch him place the CD on the old gramophone that was sitting on the desk. You heard an old 90s song ‘There! I’ve said it again’ By Vaughn Monroe playing in your ears.

“Ezra…what are you doing?” You awkwardly laughed again. He ignored your question and walked towards you again. He stares down at you and smiles. Out of nowhere, he grabs your hand and jerks you up, making you stand up. 

You give him a confused look but he doesn't say anything to your lost expression as he grabs your hand and places it on his shoulder then he puts his hand on your back. 

You both had 2 free hands, they waited for you both to hold them together. He took your hand as both of your free hands finally met, together. He moved his body slowly, he circled you across the room.

You giggled again, “Ezra, you know that I’m very, very terrible at dancing.”

“Shhh,” Ezra silenced you with a finger on your lips. “I got you.”

He turned elegantly with you, his body in tune with the slow music making you stomp on his expensive leather black shoes but he didn’t seem to mind. There was some sort of harshness on him that you couldn’t place your finger at, but you were too busy trying not to stomp him again. You couldn’t feel relaxed. 

The warmth between the two of you grew more powerful by the second. Your heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. You kept your gaze on his muscled chest, averting his strong gaze. Ezra was staring deep into your soul, but still kept a smile on his face.

“You know how much I love you, right?” You suddenly hear him say.

You nodded surely and let out a small, ‘mhm.’

The warmth once spreading in your chest was now going cold, sinking down to your stomach.

Ezra guided you across the room as if you were in a dream. He kept his eyes on you, yet still, he knew exactly where to take you. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advanced

You still couldn’t keep up with him, you stomped him again. You looked up to him, meeting his strong gaze. “Sorry…” Mumbling, you gave him a clumsy smile.

“Let’s go to the balcony, I wanna get some of this wind too.” Ezra spoke.

Your eyes slightly widened, “Umm-”

Ezra didn’t let you continue as he strolled towards the balcony door, hand still around your back. He slowly opened it and led you outside. A gentle breeze of coldness hit your warm skin that made you relax a bit.

“Oh just feel that strong wind, making our hair fly.” He said in a sarcastic tone.

There was no strong wind, there was no sand going through our eyes. There was nothing, just the night sky that was brimming with bright stars and the moon.

The music was still playing from inside but it got muffled as Ezra closed the balcony door. You both stood on the railing, there was some silence but you thanked god that there was some music that interrupted the silence, even if it was muffled.

Ezra placed his arms on the railing, bending over a little. He looked up in the sky, mesmerized by the glowing stars.

“Look at the sand princess, hitting directly in my eyes. I think the sand also likes me too” Another sarcasm escaping from his lips.

You kept your eyes down like a child getting scolded by their mother.

He didn’t say anything afterwards. You turned your head slightly away from him, pretending to look at the tall and thick trees.

“Oh my god princess, so much sand. My eyes are so red.” He put his fingers on his eyes, pretending to get dust out.

“Ezra I-” You turn your head on his side.

“Why did you throw the plushie on the floor, Y/n?” His voice became stern, turning his body in your direction as he removed his arms from the railing.

You didn’t know what to say, you just looked down.

“Look at me.” He came closer to you.

You gave him a quick glance in his eyes and looked back down again.

“Come on, I know something is wrong whenever you throw me away. What is it, baby?”

The moment he said that, your eyes got watery from the tears that started forming in your eyes. 

“E-Ezra..” Your voice quivered when you looked up at him.

You rapidly wrapped your arms around his waist, you buried your face onto his chest as you sobbed louder.

“Oh, baby…” He said in such a soft tone. Ezra followed your action, wrapping his arms around you and placing his hand on the back of your head, “Shhh, it’s okay.” 

Ezra’s comfort relaxed you a bit but still didn’t stop you from crying against his chest. You clutched tighter around him.

You wished that you’d stay like this and feel his warmth forever, you knew you weren’t gonna get out of this. You were scared to confront him, scared to tell him what’s been bothering you lately because you thought it’s childish and it will make him angry.

“Baby, tell me. Tell me what’s wrong.” He removes your head from his chest so he could see your face streamed with tears clearly, which has been wetting his tie and dress shirt with your tears.

“I-...” You couldn’t speak because of the uncontrollable hiccupping. You were a slobbering mess, you felt utterly embarrassed, you felt weak in front of him.

“Come on, sit down.” Ezra breaks the hug and leads you slowly to a chair on the balcony, you sit down on the dark-wooden chair. You didn’t expect him to get on his knees right in front of you. He looks up to you and cups your cheek.

“Deep breaths, princess.” He tries to calm you down. You take 3 heavy breaths, he strokes your thigh with his other hand, helping you a bit.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He repeats his words.

You managed to calm down after a few moments. The hiccupping stopped, but your face was wet with tears. Ezra stops stroking your cheek and begins to wipe all the tears away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks tenderly. You looked down at him. He was still on his knees. You both locked your eyes together.

“Ezra I… I need you to be honest with me.” You licked your chapped lips.

“Honest about what?” He asked, confused.

You took another deep breath. 

“Today, you told me you were going to be late…” You paused a bit.

“Yeah? I was preparing all the papers. Tomorrow, a lot of big and very important clients will be coming.”

He was still confused.

“Did you really…did you really prepare whatever papers, or did you go out with someone?” You slightly bite your lips, growing more nervous.

“What?” He widened his eyes.  “No- no..no? Absolutely not, why would you think like that princess?”

You whined a little, covering your face with your hands, “I’m so sorry.”

“Sweetheart, don’t...” He removes your hands, “It’s okay. Why would you think that?”

“I just- I don’t know I-”

“Is that why your eyes were red when I entered the room? And why you throw the plushie on the floor?”

You gave him no answer, looking down full of embarrassment.

“Sweetheart…I’m madly, insanely, extremely, foolishly in love with you, can’t you see that? I forgot that women existed when I first laid my eyes on you.” He chuckles slowly.

“But… everytime we go out, there are multiple gorgeous women around you.” You spoke down to him

He squeezes your hand, “Really,” Ezra chuckles softly again, “I haven’t noticed.”

“Stop Ezra, you know what I mean. Your…” You slightly groaned, “Your exes.”

“What about them?”

“It’s just… it’s not just the exes Ezra, all the women in the past with you. I feel like…you wanna go back to that.”

“Princess, I do not give a single fuck about any of them anymore, I have only got my eyes on you, darling. 

 He sighs, “Listen to me, listen to me very closely.”

He looked down a bit before speaking, “I know I’ve been a whore in the past. I slept with thousands of women, just sleeping with them. But I’ve never felt a single clear identifiable emotion for them. It was just sex.”

He pauses a bit, turning his head on the left side and licking his lips.

“Love wasn’t something I believed in Y/n, all this Romeo and Juliet lovey goofy shit. All I wanted was just satisfaction from other women. They come in the night, filling my satisfaction. In the morning, they are gone. Just like that.”

“I have never felt any lovey dovey shit before with any women. But god, the moment I laid my eyes on you. I didn’t just fall in love with you Y/n, I flew.”

“You have no idea how much you changed me, like every woman I met, I forgot about all of them because all of my thoughts are filled with just you. “

“I knew I’d make you mine, and only mine when I saw you. You don’t understand how much I love you, that I’d kill for you.”

He stands up, taking both of your hands in his.

“Come here, stand up.”

You followed his order, standing up. His hands were still gripping yours as he led you to the railings. He wraps his arms around you from the back, placing his chin on your shoulder.

You were caught off guard, You didn’t really expect that at all. Your thoughts ran miles around your head, doubting his love. 

Doubts flooded your mind as you questioned whether his words truly reflected his love for you.

“You’re all I can think about… I’d kill every single girl in the past to show you how much I love you.”

You smiled to yourself as soon as he said it, thinking he was just being dramatic like usual.

He gently releases his embrace and steps in front of you, his hands resting on your flushed cheeks.

“I love you so much, I love you so so fucking much, more than anything in this fucking world.”

He leans in, planting tender kisses on your face - your cheeks, nose, lips, and jaw. You can’t help but giggle with your face squished in his palms while he kisses you.

“And there’s that smile that I love to see. You’re so beautiful…” He whispers those last few words, pulling you closer and pressing your body against the balcony railing, his lips trailing down to your neck.

“Ezra-” A muffled whimper escapes your shaky throat as your hand grips the railings tightly.

“I love you...” He gently kisses your neck, “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you so much.” And another kiss. He kept kissing your neck, saying ‘I love you’ with each one, leaving you all giggly but shocked at the same time.

The crying mess you pulled finally faded away.

“Come on, let’s go shower…” He walks backward, his face still buried in your neck, planting hungry kisses that leave small hickeys. 

The tension was slowly getting hot and steamy. The looped music got unmuffled and ringed through yours and Ezra's ears as he opened the balcony door.

He leads you to the bathroom, opening it. You glanced towards the sink, images of you shedding tears on it flashing in your mind. But You didn’t have any time to think of anything anymore because of Ezra’s distraction.

He closes the door behind you, letting go of you. His voice was low and commanding. “Take your clothes off for me, princess,” He murmurs. 

Reluctantly, you comply, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you slowly remove your shirt. Your gaze drifts downward, avoiding the intensity of the moment, as you become acutely aware of your boyfriend undressing before you.

He took his coat and tie off, along with his dress shirt. You finally took the rest of your clothes except your underwear. Nervousness took over you at how Ezra was staring at your nakedness. You slowly looked down and slid down your underwear, you suddenly heard Ezra’s heavy breath as he took off his belt with his pants.

The atmosphere grew hotter as both of your clothes were discarded, building up an electric tension. The intense stare Ezra giving you amplified the thrill. You could hear his deep breaths and quiet groans because of how silent the bathroom was.

He walks towards you and pulls you closer, his desire fueling his every move. With a passion, he kissed you deeply, evoking a whimper of pleasure from your lips. He leads you to the glass shower backwards, turning on the faucet as water cascades over both of you.

His tongue slipped on your mouth, making you gasp a little. He starts exploring inside you as he grips you tightly. You opened your eyes and were met with his charcoal grey ones, there was some desire filled in his gaze you couldn’t catch.

Suddenly, he pushes you gently into the glass shower wall. You let out another slight gasp at his unexpected action. His mouth was still devouring yours. He smiles blissfully, Ezra’s hand trails down your body, reaching to your sensitive spot.

“Let me show you just how much I love you, princess.”

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Wait...before you go...pick something to do with Ezra while music playing in the background, you have multiple options. (Just an idea I thought it would be cool.)

1- Have a hot and messy make out with Ezra while West Coast by Lana Del Rey playing in the background (Sped up version, best part, Ofcccc)

Song: West Coast - Lana Del Rey

2- Have a slow make out that's filled with passion and love with Ezra while Lovers From The Past By Mareux (Slowed version) is playing in the background.

Song: Lovers From The Past (I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU~ BUT YOU GAVE YOURSELF AWAY~)

3- Have a slow dance with Ezra BUT it's actually very fast, you both have to dance speedily with the music, while Imitadora By Romeo Santos is playing in the background. (Best part, very sped up.)

Song: Imitadora By Romeo Santos

4- Just imagine Ezra in a song edit in his Valentino Couture suit while The Lost Soul Down By NBSPLV (Slowed down version.) playing.

Song: The Lost Soul Down By NVSPLV

5- Just Ezra and you driving around the city as he teases you playfully, dancing smoothly a bit, singing and hitting his steering wheel playfully in his seat with his song blasting on his phone while you are sitting next to him. You are extremely fed up and kept a poker face while he annoyed you and kept laughing with his song called Too Many Nights by Metro Boomin, Don Toliver & Future (Sped up version.)

Song: Too Many Nights by Metro Boomin, Don Toliver & Future

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Me personally, I just want him to just smash my head endlessly on the wall while Lovers from the past By Mareux is playing.

"All this Romeo and Juliet lovey goofy shit" LMAOOOOO STOP I LOVE EZRA. He definitely listens to Lana.

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[melody22222]

Oh my gawwwd!!!! Instant follow!! This blog is so good, easily one of my favourites! Can I request something 👉👈??

Would you care for more yandere who is dating reader's friend? Maybe an afterthought? Like reader is kidnapped and the yan's behaviour. Thank you for your work!

-delulu king

Just you and me (AFTERTHOUGHT)

Best friend's Yandere boyfriend x Fem!reader

A/n Firstly, OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH. (Harvard's calling me.) secondly, I don't know what you meant by 'afterthought' me and my friend literally shouting at each other, he tried explaining for the millionth time, So i thought maybe its the same story but the plot changes a bit? I LITERALLY DONT KNOW- Come screaming at me in the dms if this isn't what u asked for.

Note: Guys...I'm so sorry to say this but when you request something, please make it detailed so I can understand where you are coming from. cause some requests confuse me a bit but they still make me scream GOD LOVE YOU ALL.

VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: Before reading this, I suggest you first to read the actual one shot if you haven't read it.

Link: Just you and me

Words: 1.7k

This was so SO bad, I can't- I deeply apologize.

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“Let go of me!” Your screams, pleads, and cries were muffled by the cloth tied against your mouth, hitting on the man’s back as hard as you can as he carried you onto his shoulder. He ignored you and continued walking down the stairs, heading somewhere where nobody could hear your screams and pleads and cries.

The basement.

You didn’t understand. You were happily making some tea in your kitchen in the middle of the night and later on, throw yourself on the bed but now, you are getting carried by an unknown man into a basement.

Your tea the other night tasted…a bit funny. Making you pass out and waking up in a stranger’s bed, tied up and a piece of cloth was also tied on your mouth. Fear took you on to a whole new different level.

When you woke up, you could barely move. But you still cried for help. Moments after you hear a door open, you glance up and see a man, he was dressed fully black with a black mask that seems to cover all his face and hair except for his eyes.

And the next thing you know, you are being carried by him down to hellhole.

“Please…” You pleaded again, giving up on hitting the man’s back. It was no use. You both reached the basement, you felt your body move as the man placed you on a wooden chair. You thought you had a chance to escape.

You quickly got off the chair but you were pushed down, not on the chair, but the floor. The man immediately unties the ropes that were tightened on your wrists. You knew what he was doing, he wants you tied up on the chair instead. You tried pushing him, punching him, kicking him but of course, you failed. He has twice the strength you wish you had.

The man fully untied your wrists and ankles. He picks you up from the floor and puts you on the chair again. He saw your tear stained face. Full of twisted pain, your body shivers with sickness and agony. You still didn’t give up, fighting to get away. The man on the other hand, seemed rather bothered by your outburst. He wasn’t annoyed, but felt like this was tedious and unnecessary.

He still held a calm and neutral expression. He tied your hands, and now goes down on your ankles to tie them as well. Before he leans down, you managed to kick him in the nuts. He let out a groan and turned away quickly. His back was facing you.

Your breathing hitched as he turned back at you and eyed you dirty.  He came closer and your cries escalated. You knew you were going to die after he gave you that look. But instead, he leans down and ties your ankles. You didn’t hit him this time even though you had the chance. You were scared of what he was capable of. That silence frightened you more.

He stood up and walked away. Going towards the basement door, opening it and heading out, leaving you there.

And he disappeared, just like that.

You were surprised that he didn’t do anything after you just kicked him in the nuts. You examined the basement. Most basements were dark, full of dirt, boxes, insects. But not this one, it looked…clean. You weren’t going to lie, his house was darkly elegant. When you woke up in his room, or at least you assumed it’s his room. It was spacious. 

Why would a rich man like that take you? 

You closed your eyes and began to sob louder. Your heart was racing so fast, your whole body was trembling. You couldn’t breathe because of the fear that held your chest. All of those fears you are experiencing, you knew it wouldn’t help or set you free. At least you were away from that man, for now.

After 15 minutes of doing nothing but pleading, you heard the door open. You glanced at the door and saw the same man, except there was another person with him. She was also tied up in her wrists and ankles, a piece of cloth on her mouth.

“Helena…?” You muffledly said as eyes widened with panic. It was your best friend. She was crying in pain just like you. The man throws her on the floor with a loud thump, making your friend cry out even louder.

The man finally removed his mask.

“I’m sorry that you’re gonna have to see this, Y/n.” Sirius said in a soft but blunt tone.

Sirius…? No, it can’t be.

You looked down at Helena, she was already looking at you. It was fear, the look in her eyes was fear as she cried.

Sirius, the man who showered you with gifts every time you told him something you liked. Sirius, the man who brings your favorite meal everyday at your door. Sirius, the man-

Before your thoughts continued, you heard a muffled scream coming out of Helena’s mouth.

Helena was stabbed in the leg, Sirius showed no mercy as he plunged the knife deeper. You threw your head up and closed your eyes, you didn’t want to see that, you can’t see it.

Helena’s muffle screams and cries ringed the room. You also couldn’t stop crying, you just wanted to wake up from this horror. Sirius' ears were already damaged with both you and Helena’s cries and screams. He stood up and walked towards you.

“Shhh sweetheart, it’s okay.” He grabs your cheek gently and caresses it. “This is just going to be fast and quick, okay?” He kisses your cheek and goes back to Helena's weak body.

You were utterly confused and couldn’t understand why the heck he just kissed you and tried to comfort you. What did he mean by this is going to be fast and quick? Why would he do this? Why the hell would he take you and your friend that he is supposed to love? Your head spinned with all the questions, impatiently trying to find some answers.

He grabs her leg and jerks her towards him, making her cry at the pain. He takes out the knife and plunges it on the other leg, she lets out another scream.

Sirius seemed rather annoyed at her. He didn’t waste any time and put his hands against her throat and tightened his grip for about 10 seconds, your friend was basically choking for air. He lets go of her.

“This isn’t fun.” He muttered.

Helena caught her breath quickly and pleaded. But a slash was heard as she couldn’t breathe again.

You looked down and saw her throat was sliced with blood running down her chest while Sirius eyed her carefully. You felt nauseous from the terror.

You couldn’t care anymore, you started kicking, screaming the loudest as you can. Sirius rushed to you, leaning down again and started shushing you. “Y/n, I did this for you, for us.” He said in such a gentle tone.

You didn’t know what he meant by that.

“I did this for you, so I can prove to you how much I love you, how much I want you, how much I need you.” He touches your cheek, making you flinch a little.

He says those words in such a passionate tone, as if he truly meant it. He sounds so…serious.

“She was nothing Y/n, she was fucking nothing. She was just something between us, blocking us. I only saw you Y/n, I only saw you. You are everything to me, my whole world is just filled with you. And I want you to be in my world.”

He came closer to your face, “And you will be in my world, just you and me, alone together in our own world.”

Your cries went quiet as you stared at him in horror, but tears renewed and started to roll down your cheeks again. He looked down before speaking, 

“Do you realize how much I love you? Oh god I love you so much. I-”

He wiped your tears away from your red eyes, and gently started kissing your eyes. Your faces were so close to each other, he grinned happily but at the same time, mischievously .

“You know I’ll never hurt you…that I only want what’s best for you, what’s best for us. Darling, I’ll kill for you…”

You stayed quiet, no screams, no cries, no pleads. Just simply lost and confused. Sirius quietly laughs at your lost expression.

“You know the first time I saw you in that theater, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. The movie was the one who was distracting me from you. God the way you laughed, the way you rested your head on the armrest.”

Your cheeks squished as he pressed his palms that were covered in blood against them

“You’re just like an angel, baby.”

He smiled radiantly, adoring your lost expression that still didn’t leave your face.

“I have to keep you here. I know it’s scary, but I promise I’ll decorate it for you just the way you want it. And when the…time's right… I’ll let you have your own room upstairs, or maybe you could even sleep with me.” Hell no.

Even after all the things he said, you still didn’t trust him completely…yet. You also still couldn’t understand why he would do all this. But you felt anxious as you knew you couldn’t escape. This house is large as heck, you’ll get lost wandering all alone in such a massive place. All exit doors would probably have 9 locks on them.

“First, I’ll have to get rid of that…” He eyed Helena's body that was lying on the floor. You didn’t look at her, you knew you would get a panic attack at seeing her decomposed body, even if it was just a glance.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me Y/n?” Sirius looked back at you again, eyes full of passion.

He stood up, “If you behave well, I’m gonna buy you anything you want, anything. Just name it, sweetheart.” He takes strands of your hair and puts them on the back of your ear.

“I’ll go and get the designs for your room, how does that sound?” He smiled softly. He goes to your friend’s body, picking her on his shoulder. And he disappears again, just like that.

There’s still blood splattered on the floor, but he’ll clean that up for you. You were his sweet angel after all. Stuck forever in a world alone together, just you and him.

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"He sounds so...serious." Bitch ofc he sounds serious, he literally just slit your friend's throat. (So done with my writing.) I LOVE SIRIUS SO MUCH ISTG.

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[melody22222]

hi honey, can you make a yandere actor with a reader that is not famous, he is really pretty and the reader starts to suffer atacks for not being "pretty enough for him", she is already insecure and wants to break up but he is too much in love and obsessed with her for let it that happenss so he goes on public to stop the attacks, but he ends up saying things like, if she asks him he would abandon his career in a second and other stuffs and even the public realizes his obssesion.

INSECURE

Yandere male actor x Insecure Fem!reader

A/N: OMG I died while making this, it was so much fun. Don't mind Zane here, he's just a silly lil boo boo bubblegum Chihuahua with silly lil thoughts.

I've been getting so many requests, it's making me scream IN HAPPINESS. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU OMG *HUGS* You guys all my honey lil bum bums. I'll write all the requests you guys sent me.

Word count: 4.3k

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This is the fifth time you locked yourself in your luxurious and soothing bathroom in one evening, the atmosphere here was calm, away from the bodyguards and maids that were outside the bedroom minding their business.

You were laying on the soft and comfy rug that was on the bathroom floor. The bathroom is extremely clean, not a smudge of dirtiness. Red eyes appeared as your tears dried, you just wanted all this to go away.

When you entered the luxurious limo 2 hours ago, you just wanted to go home. You and your boyfriend were invited to The Oscars, and you wished you could go back in time and never went to The Oscars with him.

Yes, The Oscars.

Your boyfriend is a famous Hollywood actor, a very famous actor. Everybody around the world loves him, fangirls over him, even stalks him. It was insane. The paparazzis were the most insane ones, they even stalked you and your boyfriend had to beat up 4 men.

It really was insane.

The mass amount of actors in the Oscars there were far more accustomed to this lifestyle than you. Which was intimidating, to say the least. Especially the female actors, all perfectly dolled up with their spouses. Not to mention, the expensive and heavenly perfumes and colognes mixing up together. It made you want to hide behind your boyfriend and use his body to hide from everyone.

The image of the cameras that was mostly pointed at you and men in their Tuxedos and girls in their gorgeous dresses made you want to just disappear. It was hard to not compare yourself, you spent hours trying to find the perfect dress to fit in with your boyfriend and every time you looked at yourself in the mirror, you changed into a different dress.

Cycle repeats.

And yet, even with all your hard work, you still felt out of place. Tensing up at the hundred passing stares and biting grins of condescension as you stood next to your overly charismatic significant other.

As you were tracing your fingers on the rug, playing with it, completely isolating yourself from the world. You heard a knock on the door from outside.

“Sweetheart?” You heard a voice outside questioned. “Are you in there?”

You stopped tracing your fingers on the rug and eyes slightly widened, but you stayed silent.

He’s back. When the Oscars were finally finished and everybody was going home including you, your boyfriend went to the studio or whatever they call it where they film scenes, continuing to film a scene while you waited for him at home. And all that time you had, you spent most of the time in the bathroom crying and refusing to eat your maid’s cooking.

You lifted yourself from the ground and turned your head towards the door. You didn’t want him to know you are in here for half an hour wiping your tears from your red eyes and isolating yourself.

You tried not making a sound and stayed still, hoping maybe he would think that you are not in there but of course, that was a dumb move since you currently locked the door and hid in the master bedroom’s bathroom that was yours and your significant other’s bedroom.

“What are you doing in there? C’mon, let me in.” He grumbled, pressing against the door.

“I want to be alone, I-” You struggled to find the right words to convince him to go away.  “I don’t want you to see me, Zane.”

He fell silent, keeping his hand upon the door handle, his eyes fixed on the door.

“And why is that, baby?”

“I…I just…” You stammered. Panic surged through your chest as you desperately tried to come up with a way to get him to leave you alone, even just for a moment to make yourself presentable.

“C’mon sweetheart, it's just me. I promise I won’t make fun of you or anything, just open this damn door sweetheart.” Zane raddled the handle, pounding on the door.

“No- I-" You shouted, still struggling to find the right words.

Annoyed at how stubborn you were, he let out a small grunt. He tried banging on the door once more, and pulling on it hard enough to make the hinges creak. You worried if he pulled the door any more forcefully, he might rip the entire door from its hinges.

“Dorota told me you’ve been there for almost an hour and refused to eat anything. C’mon baby, what’s wrong? If you don’t open the door, I’ll force my way in there.” Zane impatiently replied.

He began pulling and pounding on the door lightly, he would pound on it roughly to scare you so you could open the door, but he'll decide to do that later on if you still kept your stubborn mode on.

“Oh m- okay okay okay, stop! I’ll open the door.” You panicked.

“I’m not leaving until you do.” He said coldly, he was serious. He’d stand there all day if that’s what it took.

“Fine...” You muttered. With a shaky breath, you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, revealing your boyfriend. You saw his figure but refused to look up, he was wearing a white dress shirt that is slightly unbuttoned with black pants.

You turned away and let him pull you to the large basins, gently lifting your chin. You flinch slightly as he turns your head, his gaze meeting your tear-streaked face. You felt like a mess, but he didn’t seem to change expression as you stared back.

“Now, you going to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart? Or do I have to find out by myself?”

You feel his cold fingers against your cheeks, his fingers feeling your dried tears that went unnoticed by him.

“I just don’t feel good…” You said with a hint of quaver in your voice. You settle against the low counter, fidgeting. 

“Of course you don’t feel good, you haven’t eaten anything.” He took the pieces of hair that was on your face and brought them on the back of your ear.

You shake your head, “No…it’s not that…I just-”

“Then? You know that I can't magically read your mind. And why the hell are you locking yourself in the bathroom from time to time?” He lightly scolds. There was some tenderness in the tone of his voice as he bluntly but curiously spoke, gazing at you calmly.

You sighed and began to look anywhere except at your boyfriend’s look. You looked down at his toned chest. “I just feel…I just feel…ridiculous.” 

You gripped on the edge countertop, turning away from the man.

“Did you see how all those cameras were pointed at me, all of them. And did you see how everybody was staring at me? I looked so stupid, standing next to you, in front of all those.. those people that I didn't belong with. All of them are probably laughing at me right now.” 

Your tears renewing in your eyes as you turned your head to the mirror, ready to roll down your cheek. You were on the verge of tears again countless times today but you fought them. You can’t cry, not in front of your boyfriend. But then it happened, that burning sensation on your nose, tears blurring your vision. Your face scrunched up, and the sound of your cries made you feel even smaller in front of him.

You put a hand on your mouth as you cried, you turned your head away from the mirror and lowered your head. You didn’t want to meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

 Out of nowhere, Zane grabbed the back of your head and shoved your face against his chest, wrapping his arms around you, letting you ugly cry on his chest and making his dress shirt slightly wet with your tears.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He whispered in such a gentle and understanding tone that you didn't expect to come out of him first. Zane pushes your chin up, lifting you to face him. “How could you ever, ever, compare yourself to those…people?”

You looked at him with your teary eyes, he brought your face back to his chest and kissed the top of your head. You buried yourself in the soft fabric of his dress shirt, your nostrils hitting by his intoxicating scent of his expensive cologne. It eased the tension in your body. He starts stroking your hair gently, smelling it and sighing in awe. “Sweetheart, why would you ever wanna be like those people who live their entire life being fake?"

You were shocked at how he insulted the popular and famous actors, and his fans. You whimpered on his chest, “Isn't that what you wanted? I mean… how else am I supposed to show up when I meet your fans?” You mumbled.

“I brought you there because I wanted to thank you in front of everybody, and to let them meet you."

You snuggled your head more on his chest, finding solace but you let his words sink in.

“And those people and all of those cameras…" He chuckled and pointed his finger on the side, referring to the people in The Oscars. "They couldn't take their eyes off of you it's because you were the most captivating thing in that room." He spoke with an amusement grin.

“No Zane, no…You don’t get it, everybody hates me. Everybody loves you and when they heard the news that you are dating me, they all went madly insane.”

Your boyfriend told you to never look at comments from people, but you still did it anyway. One glance on social media about you, your heart dropped. They are all hate and degrading comments, not a single nice comment was written about you. 

“They are all hating me and sending me death threats! I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What…?” Your boyfriend went dead silent.

“Yes, all of them! They are all threatening me. Zane…”

You went a bit silent as well before saying the most heart-wrenching words.

“I want to break up.”

Zane let go of you, letting your words sink in. 

“No…no, fucking no. Are you seriously ending this because of people on the internet? Who the fuck cares of what they think?” He puts his hands on your cheeks and wipes your tears, “Baby, please don’t do this.”

“I’m so scared, Zane. I can’t, I’m so sorry. I lov-” You whimpered

He cuts you off,

“No! I will protect you, I will. Please don’t tell me you are ending us because of the public…” 

“Zane…” You look at him in the eyes and shake your head.

He backed away and widened his eyes, “Honey, you are not breaking up with me because of the public, I’m not letting you go.” He grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him.

“Za-”

“I would end my career if that's what it takes to stay with you. You are not breaking up with me” His anger is rising as it frightens you. 

“You know what?” He lets go of you again and opens the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” You asked, scared at his anger and what he would do next. But instead, you watch him walk towards the bed, taking his phone that was lying on the bed in his hands. You heard him say, “Come here.”

You stood at the bathroom door, not moving an inch. You were terrified how he turned rough with you. You didn’t know what to do.

“Come here!” he said again, raising his voice this time.

You quickly flinched and walked slowly towards him. You were swiftly pulled by your arm, easily getting dragged to the chairs that were in the bedroom.

“Zane, stop!! You’re hurting me!.” You cried on how he was bruising your arm. With brute force, your boyfriend threw you at the armchair, he sat on the other armchair that was beside.

You were breathing so fast, looking at him horrified. You watched him again, opening his phone. He opened instagram, clicking on the plus sign top left.

“Zane…Please don’t do what I think you’re doing.”

Zane ignored you and clicked the ‘go live’ button. 

“Zane-” 

You tried snatching the phone from his hand, he immediately grabbed your wrist, twisting it a little.

You let out a scream, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He let go of your wrist and glared at you deadly in the eyes. You grabbed your own wrist, trying to remove the pain that he just caused but the more you message it, the more pain you felt. Your breathing hitched and whimpered as you felt defeated.

Zane looked back at his phone, a lot of people began joining in the live. You were thankful for the least that the live didn't show your body, only a little though. 

You heard Zane say, “You know guys, today I came back from the studio and guess what?” Zane laughed, “My beautiful lovely girl was crying in the bathroom.”

“Zane-” You looked at him as your hand was still on the damaged wrist.

Zane gave you that deadly glare again, signaling you to keep your mouth shut. You decided to shut up and looked down, trying to avoid his glare that just gave you shivers down your spine. Zane turned his head back to the phone.

“She was crying because you guys were what? Giving her threats? Telling her to break up with me or you’ll find her and kill her?” Zane laughed and shaked his head, looking down. 

He was talking in such a playful and mischievous tone. You thought he was laughing at you but you realize that he was amused by his own fans, he was laughing at them instead.

He crosses his legs and places his arm on top of the couch chair and sighs softly. “She told me that we should break up because of everything you guys have been telling her.” He looks at the floor a little then at the spamming chat.

“So if me or my darling here,” He looks at you and mischievously smiles, caresses your cheek that made you flinch a little before continuing, “ever catch a comment, or a picture, or a video about her one more fucking time. I’ll end my career.”

“Zane!” You stood up, being fed up with him.

“Sit down.” He said in a warning tone. “I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

You followed his order, sitting back down again on the armchair. You brought your hands on your face, not wanting to deal with this anymore.

He continued, “I’d rather stay with my amazing, kind, and captivating future-wife here than having some such discourteous, underdeveloped, out-of-date, and cock-sucking so-called ‘fans’.”

What the hell did he just say?

Your eyes widened at what he just said, no way he just said that…to his fans? You removed your hands from your face and looked away from him, mouth wide as hell. You gripped on the armchair. You looked back at him again, he still held a playful expression but a little more blunt this time.

“That’s all I had to say.” He smiles and winks at the camera before closing it.

He closes the live, shutting the phone and throwing it on the coffee table. “Well, that’s out of our way now.” He says as he stands up.

“Zane, what the hell did you just do? Why would you-”

He cuts you off, like he always does whenever he hears something he doesn’t like.

“Shhhh, I don’t want to hear another word about this, I’m exhausted. I’ll go take a quick shower, wait for me.” 

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You are lying on your bed, processing what the hell just happened. You still hear water running in the bathroom, guess he’s still showering. After 15 minutes, you heard the bathroom door open.

You glanced up and saw Zane wrapped in a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and water dripping down his body. He looked at you and smiled, you looked down on your thighs, not wanting to meet his eyes. You wanted to ask him countless questions, but you knew how that would end up.

 “Hi baby, Oh I missed you.” He came closer towards the side of your bed, bending over a little and planting a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Give me a second, darling.”

He walks around the bedroom, heading towards the wardrobe, he casually opens it. 

You look up at his clothes in the wardrobe, especially the suits. Images of the men and women in the Oscars started to flash in your mind again, you closed your eyes and sighed.

You opened your eyes and saw him wearing sweatpants, how the hell did he change so quickly? You knew you were also going to change his good mood but you can’t hold it anymore.

What did he mean by he will end his career? Your heart dropped when he said that, it’s been worrying you ever since he got in the shower. You didn’t want to be the reason that he’ll throw his life apart just for you. This is his life.

“Zane, why did you-”

“Have you told Dorota to bring your food?”

He cuts you off, just like how he always does. He never listens to you, he never did.

“Zane, please!” You almost cried at how he always doesn’t let you finish your sentences.

“I’ll tell Dorota to bring your food.” He ignores you again and goes to the bedroom door, opening it slightly, 

“Dorota!” 

He shouts, not too loud but enough for the noise to go downstairs. You heard footsteps approaching, “Yes, Mr Astor?” you hear your maid’s polish accent.

“Could you please bring Miss Y/n’s food, she seems a bit tense today. She’s so silly.”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm. Bastard.

“Yes, Mr Astor, right away…”

You saw him nod at her slightly and walk to his desk. You kept staring at him with your arms crossed. He sits on his desk and glances at you, he sees your poker face staring directly at him. He tilts his head a bit and blissfully smiles, “You look so cute when you are mad.” 

You rolled your eyes again, “I’m not eating anything.” The moment you said that, the door opened wide, revealing your maid with a tray that’s filled with delicious food. The smell of the food came all the way to your nostrils, you wanted to devour it but if you did, then your boyfriend wins. You couldn’t let that happen.

Dorota walks to your bedside and places the tray on the bed. While your boyfriend was busy with papers, Dorota took her chance. She hits you slightly on the shoulder

“He loves you, Miss Y/n. Give him a chance.” She bends over to you and a little and whispers.

“He’s going to sacrifice his career for me. If I broke up with him he would end his career just to be with me.” You look up at her and whisper back.

Dorota puts her hands on her cheeks and shakes her head slightly. “Then he truly does love you, why can’t you see it? That never happened to me. Oh my god, Miss Y/n.” She places her hand on her chest sarcastically, “You’re so difficult.”

“I’m not difficult he’s-” You realized that you were whispering loudly, enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly. You glanced at Zane, you saw him already looking at the two of you with an amused grin, his eyebrows slightly raised, his pen hanging loosely in his hand. Your maid looks at where you’re looking, she immediately clears her throat.

You look at her, “Great, now he heard us…” You whisper slowly and quietly this time.

“Are you crazy?” You hissed.

“I don’t know.”

She raises up, walking to the door. Zane was still looking at both of you, amusement not leaving his face.

“Eat well, Miss Y/n.”

She closes the door behind her. Zane stands up and walks to the bed, he moves on the bed, right in the middle. He takes the laptop from his nightstand and opens it. You were still staring at him with a poker face, he just gave you a soft smile. 

“I’m not eating that.”

After a few moments, you hear your favorite cartoon, coming right out of the laptop. He places the laptop in front of you on the bed and takes the tray, placing it on his lap.

He picks up the spoon, “Open up, darling.” Zane orders. He holds the spoon to your lips, waiting.

You turn your head away.

Zane hums a bit, “Alright, I see how it is. Here comes the airplane~”

You widen your eyes, embarrassment growing inside of you. Zane clears his throat and looks down, pressing his lips together and trying his best to not laugh. You decided to open your mouth, eyes still widen.

"At this point, I should buy you some diapers." Zane raises his head and laughs loudly.

You pull yourself away from the food and slide a little down on the bed, annoyed. The cartoon was playing on the laptop so you watched that.

Zane sighs in amusement, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry darling, but you have to eat. You just sit back down and relax, I’ll take care of you. Open up your mouth again.”

He brought the delicious soup onto your lips again, you sip it this time, making him smile.

“Sweetheart, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You don’t understand how much I love you, how much I adore you, and how much I need you. Today, seeing you wanting to end things with me, it hurted me so much.” He gripped on the spoon handle and sighed again, all the amusement gone. He was serious this time.

You didn’t know what to say, you looked down.

“I just…everybody is against me, Zane. And you saying that you’ll end your career so you could be with me is unbelievable. I’m just…not that pretty and good enough for you.”

“Y/n stop. What’s up with all this nonsense? You’re more than enough, you are my everything. How could you not see it, baby? How could you not see how fucking mesmerizing you are. And you know what? Fuck the Oscar that I’ve received, fuck the acting, fuck all of that. I don’t care about all that, I just want and need you, sweetheart. Why can’t you see that?”

He places the tray on the side. He bends closer to your face, shifting his warm hands to cup your cheeks, “And You’re so beautiful baby. How could you speak to yourself like that? Stop listening to these low life people who do nothing except commenting on who’s pretty and who’s not pretty.”

You bit and suck your finger tip a little, nervous. You watch him get out of the bed and stands up, 

“Come here, stand up.” 

You followed his order, unsure of what he’s going to do. He takes your hands and leads you to the massive mirror on the corner. He stands behind you.

“Look at yourself sweetheart, look how fucking ethereal you are.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, your breathing hitches as he looks at you through the mirror. “Your beauty is so hypnotizing. Honestly, do you think I won’t kill the bastards who look at you in the wrong way?”

You smile at hearing that, thinking he’s just being dramatic as usual.

“Don’t you understand how many times I’ve had the urge to just rip off the men whenever I go out with you, even just from today at the Oscars.” He licked his lips, curling his hand on your waist. He seemed to be…nervous. “I wanted to take those cameras and just fucking break them on the floor. I wanted to gouge their eyes out at how they were staring at you, I'd cut their arms and hands with a chainsaw from just touching you slightly!"

You looked at him through the mirror, finally removing your eyes from the floor. He stared within your eyes as if he was inspecting every inch of you, as if he was exploring the very essence of your soul and body. The lust and crave in his eyes started to make you worried.

“You captivate every room and place you go into, and it drives me insane.” He didn’t notice your shaking hands as he continued, “I hate how people can hear you laugh, sit beside you and feel your warmth. I hate it so fucking much. They do not deserve the smile and the feelings you give them.”

You shifted uncomfortably as he leaned on your neck, kissing it. There was a suffocating desire in his chest to paint his claim violently upon your body in this room right now, outside full of maids and guards.

You didn’t know what to say to his confession…

“You’re such an angel baby. Stop being so hard to yourself and actually realize how fucking alluring you are. You do not deserve to lift a finger, you are too pretty for that. So stop this silly nonsense and let’s go back to bed.”

He brings you back to the bed, he takes the tray again on his lap as you sit beside him. He brings the laptop to your lap.You hold his hand and smile at him. He tenses up a little at your unexpected action but smiles back at you and kisses your forehead softly.

“Now come on, Open up.” 

You grinned and rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. But next time, I’m feeding you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod surely.

“I’m looking forward to it then.” He says as he brings the spoon on your lips, you took another bite while your eyes were focused on your favorite cartoon.

He takes your damaged wrist that was still hurting you a bit, “Does your wrist still hurt, baby?”

“A little.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He says as he kisses your wrist and caresses it back and forth.

“It’s okay.” You mumbled softly. 

He puts your head on his shoulder as you watch the cartoon. You felt safe, away from everybody who saddened you. He’ll protect you, he’ll stand alone with you while everyone is against you if that’s what it takes.

That’s how much he loves you.

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STOP OMG. ZANE is such a girly girl, you both should def see a Barbie movie. Btw, can you both pls adopt me🫶?

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[melody22222]

do you have rules? what you write and what you don't write?

Masterlist

There are particularly no rules here, I write any type of one shots, especially if it’s requested.

My content will revolves a lot of dark themes though since most of it will be Yandere.

Warnings: Dark themes, violence, stalking, death/death threats, angst, smut, and more. [IDK how to do these warnings stuff since nothing really triggers me SO I'm sorry if there's something I didn't mention here triggers you.]

is fluff a trigger warning cause I'm also be writing that.

I WOULD DIE FOR requests, whenever I get a request, I scream. So requests are always ALWAYS open. I love to see people's new ideas and write for them [And also maybe give them a smile :(.]

If you are reading this and want to request something, (REQUEST NOW👹)

I promise you guys, I'm not a slow writer. I just easily get distracted by videos in Youtube, especially music. So I'm really sorry if I don't write your request in time.

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Note: But the only thing I won't write is video games/movies/tv shows, etc characters. I'M SO SORRY. I don't know how to get them out of character and stuff.

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One shots:

Safe with me

Delinquents Love [PART TWO] [SMUT]

Delinquents Love [PART ONE]

Flaming Love

Unveiling Love

INSECURE

Just you and me (AFTERTHOUGHT)

Just you and me

Lost

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Questions

Post schedule? - Wip list?

[I'll update more whenever I post something new.]

[And I'm bad at these master list stuff shit, so I'm SORRY for the millionth time.]

#masterlist #male yandere #romance #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere core #smut #x reader #oneshot #female reader #fluff

[melody22222]

Hi, can i ask for a yandere that is dating the reader best friends but is actually just to get closer to her, he always is giving her gifts and attention while his own girlfriend don't receive nothing.

Just you and me

best friend's Yandere boyfriend x Fem!reader

A/N OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA how much I screamed when I saw your request, ofc OFC ask anything. I'm literally so happy. This is like my first time someone asking me to write for them. THANK YOU. These past days, I spent them all the hours doing research and writing just for you. Tbh, I didn't like it because the writing is kind of trash but I really hope you enjoy it. The one shot is kind of and kind of not what you asked but I really tried to make it like you asked.

Note: If some of you guys like my writings (Which I probably doubt) and want to request something, ASK PLEASE, do not hesitate. I would be so happy. I'll sit in a room for days and write just for you.

TW: Yandere/dark themes, stalking, (I literally don't know how to do these, please tell me if I'm MISSING something.)

Words: 5.1k

Just you and me (AFTERTHOUGHT)

I hope you enjoy it

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“Babe, could you go get some popcorn and drinks for us, I’ll buy the tickets.” You hear Helena say to her boyfriend. 

“Sure.” The man spoke to her in a distressed tone and looked straight at you; you looked back at him, expecting him to say something to you. “Wanna come with me, Y/n?” He asked.

You tensed up, “Oh umm,” You glanced at your best friend; she slightly raised her eyebrow, wondering why you were looking at her afraid. “Okay.” You muttered.

“Alright, let’s go.” He gave you a soft smile.

Everything seemed to be bliss when you heard your best friend got into a new relationship with this amazing guy. She told you the news when she came over to your house for a sleepover.

you were so happy for her but it was so unexpected. The whole sleepover was her talking about her new boyfriend: How charming and handsome he is, how both cocky but mysterious he is. He’s ultimately desirable.

Even during the movie you both were watching, she talks to you about how alluring his looks were, his hair, his face, his style. He automatically got obsessed with her the moment he got into the relationship with her, but that’s just what you heard from her. But you were starting to think that she was the obsessed one.

But let’s not rush things, you just thought maybe this is her first relationship with such a desirable guy; of course she’s gonna act like this, it’s normal and it’s kind of cute, at least that’s what you thought and convinced yourself of that.

You got completely curious about this guy; you wanted to meet him the first day your best friend told you about him. Even if you didn’t want to, she’ll still introduce him to you. You had no choice, but you were still excited, a little bit nervous too.

The moment you laid your eyes on him when he walked inside your house, your mind started to flash with images.

That face…

you swore to yourself that you saw him somewhere but you don’t know where. You tried asking him but he simply gave you a smile that made you even more dizzy and told you, ‘I don’t know what you are talking about, Y/n.’ You almost identified him with the first smile he gave you.

Your relationship with him went south fast. He tried to get close to you but you never seem to take much notice. 

You would always see him though, no matter where you go. Whether it was walking home, getting groceries, and every time you see your best friend, you saw her with him.

He was always there.

It started to creep you out, you thought maybe he’s stalking you or it’s just coincidences. Your thoughts creeped you out even more. He’s your best friend’s boyfriend and everything your best friend ranted about him was true. He was so loving, it’s impossible he would do something like that

Right?

Your best friend didn’t seem to care about him coming to hang out with you. Maybe it’s because of the fact she’s so blinded by his attractiveness that she doesn’t seem to notice when he went out with her and you. Even if she did, she would get excuses out of her mouth. You couldn’t remember a time where you were alone with your best friend.

You and him quickly became friends and you both seemed to get along with each other, you still felt tense and uneasy around him.

You felt something was off about him.

Whenever the three of you hang out, he would always ask your interests, even the basic questions, your favorite color, food, style. And every time you tell him something you liked, he would bring the same exact thing you told him that you liked the next day.

It was sweet at first but then it began to terrify you, he would spoil you gifts with cards as if you were his girlfriend. The cards terrify you the most,

‘You looked so pretty in that dress so here’s another one :)’ 

‘How the hell did he know I was wearing a dress today? He didn’t see me.’

He would mostly leave them at your door. You were already convinced that you were his girlfriend. You tried talking about this with your best friend, but she wouldn’t even listen. Your whole bedroom was filled with flowers and gifts; it was taking the whole space up.

Here you are again in the movies with your best friend and of course, him as well.

He starts walking towards the concession counter, and you follow beside him. “So Y/n…” He said slowly as he looked down at you again.

‘Oh boy.’ You thought.

“How are you doing?”

‘You literally just brought my favorite meal 3 hours ago to my house, how do you think I’m doing?’ You muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” He glared at you, almost hearing what you just said under your breath. 

“Oh um, nothing. I’m doing great. How are you?” You said, still in a nervous expression. He was still glaring at you. “I’m great as well, did you enjoy your food that I brought?” He smiled smugly, mostly to himself.

“Oh yeah, it was delicious. Thank you Sirius.” You said, eyeing away. 

‘He probably heard me…’

You both reached the counter. “3 popcorn to go, please. And…” Sirius says to the vendor and places his arm on the counter, leaning on it. He glances at you.

“What kind of drink do you want, Y/n?” He asked. 

“Oh no Sirius, it's oka-” 

He cuts you off. 

“Oh come on, don’t be ridiculous now.”

Your eyes widened, flustered and incredibly confused at how rough he became. “Umm, alright. I guess I’ll just go with a Mountain Dew.” You murmured quietly, scared at how his tone became serious and critical .

Sirius was always so sweet with you but sometimes his actions and tone terrify you to the point you always do what he says. Whenever you say no to something to him, his sweetness vanishes away and looks at you as you are the dumbest human being. 

You weren’t going to lie, he was smart and knows how to get what he wants, or maybe you are just scared of him.

Sirius gave you a light smile and turned his head back to the lady. “And 2 Mountain Dew and 1 Sprite, please.” He added.

“Coming right up, sir.” The vendor lady starts to prepare our popcorn and drinks.

Sirius turned his body in your direction, still leaning on the counter. He was about to say something until he looked behind you and saw his girlfriend walking behind you. He removes his arm that was laying on the counter and starts to take his wallet out from his pocket.

“Ugh, the theater has some shitty movies but this was the least shittiest to watch-” As your best friend was rambling for the millionth time. You eyed Sirius and noticed him looking at her, disgusted, like he was about to grab her neck and shout ‘Shut up!’ in her face. You always notice this but never understand why he’d always give that look to her. 

“But yay, at least we get to watch Spiderman again. Oh my beloved Miguel O’hara.” Helena says as she spins around, fantasizing about Miguel. You let out a light laugh.

You grab her arm and bring her close to you, you look up at the ceiling. “Oh Helena.” You sighed. Helena looked up at the ceiling too, “Oh, Y/n.” Then, you both looked each other in the eyes, “Miguel!” You both said at the same time. You both laughed and heard Sirius chuckling, looking at you.

You and Helena heard Sirius say jokingly, “Oh then, I’ll make sure to kill him soon enough, so you won’t get close to him.” Helena looks at him playfully, “Then I’ll make sure to kiss him quickly before he dies.” She says as she wraps her arm around his arm. 

“Right.” Sirius said in a blunt tone as he was still gazing at you. You tense up at how he always looks at you.

The lady finally gives us our popcorn and drinks. We headed to the theater room, sitting in the frontest row as the movie started.

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This was the fifth stare that interrupted your thoughts into the movie. You moved your legs a little. A sixth time. You caught Sirius staring at you for the sixth time during the movie, and the movie is just starting. His stares were quick but full of an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. It slightly kept you on edge, you couldn’t say anything and kept a forced smile on.

The whole movie was uncomfortable because of his stares but it was finally over. Getting out of his car, you looked back at a sleeping Helena. Helena fell asleep during the movie, you forced Sirius to carry her instead of waking her, the look on his face was so unpleasant.

“Oh, Y/n. Don’t forget your coat.”

Looking down, you noticed your coat already held in your hand. Curious as to why he’d say something that doesn’t make sense, you looked up with confusion. Before given a chance to move, Sirius brushed a lock of hair away from your cheek. You felt his fingers touch the back of your ear.

He was so close, the smell of his cologne was near nauseating. A dry and chaste kiss was planted on your cheek. The foreign and affectionate action left you shocked.

‘What the hell? What!?’

“I’ll get…Helena back to her house. Enjoy your night.”

You stood with your mouth slightly open, flabbergasted.

‘This guy… This guy is my best friend’s boyfriend. What the actual… How is this? No.’

While speaking, you noticed Sirius didn’t have a flirty or pretentious tone. As it rather, matter-of-fact. As if, when he said it, it had to be true. Whether the lack of flirtatiousness was unsettling or comforting, you didn’t know. Best case scenario this was all just a really weird dream and you’d wake up the next morning with a hangover. But the lips that once touched your warm cheek still left a lingering feeling.

Watching the car roll away, you began walking towards your house. Getting ready to sleep, you fell to the mattress, and prepared for the next day.

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Your eyes snapped open, your heart slammed against your chest as you heard footsteps walking around your bedroom. It was pretty dark so you couldn’t see anything or the person who was in your room in the middle of the night.

You didn’t know what to do, instead, you shut your eyes. Your breathing hitched as you pulled the covers on your head. Panic began to set in as you thought many ways of escaping. But you knew you couldn’t escape. You were trapped, frozen under your blankets. So the only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and pray.

‘It’s just a bad dream… It’s just a bad dream… wake up, wake up Y/n!’

It wasn’t a dream, you felt like you were going to die.

You finally caught the person who roamed inside your house when you weren’t there or at night.

These past few weeks, you noticed so many changes around your house. Whenever you come home or wake up in the morning, you notice the drawers of your clothes are open, you swore to yourself that you closed it. Pieces of clothes and jewelry and other sorts of belongings go missing, you thought a homeless person may have broken into your house.

You were on your last strike when you even noticed your razors were gone.

‘What the hell?!’

You were utterly disgusted. You had a plan instead of calling the cops, you wanted to confront this person. Maybe even help them, see why the hell they were stealing your pairs of underwear and sweaters and razors. You never told anyone about this including your best friend.

You were convinced that it was a homeless person when you also realized your groceries were missing.

That’s it.

You were done. You wanted to meet this person right now, but fear took over you as your breathing quickened its pace. You were so confident you were going to scream at this person when you saw them but you were wrong.

Soft thuds and shuffling accompanied your breathing. You pressed a hand on your mouth slowly as tears pricked up your eyes and fell down your cheeks. You were shaking, sweaty even. Panic was still pushing you to get away from whatever the hell was in your room.

You removed your covers slowly but surely and made a go for it. You opened your eyes but pitch-black darkness met your eyes. You couldn’t see the person but the movements kept going.

The smell of their strong perfume hit your nostrils.

That scent…

That fucking scent.

Your eyes widened, you recognized that cologne. You know where that cologne is from. 

You almost knew. 

Your brain couldn’t comprehend it but you know it from somewhere. You tried remembering but it only hurt your brain. At least now you know it’s a male.

You realized it wasn’t a homeless person but more of a sick bastard who probably goes to many girls' houses and steals their underwear and razors.

You wanted to puke as you heard a drawer open.

‘Is he stealing another sweater? A pair of underwear?!’

You heard the man shuffling again, you gripped the sheet tighter. He accidentally closed the drawer with a loud noise that caused you to flinch and let out a loud whimper but quickly regretted it.

‘Shit. Shit, shit, shit.’ Your thought ran a mile.

Now he definitely knew that you were awake and were easy prey. A dark chuckle filled the room and sent chills down your spine. You held back a whimper, expecting the worst to happen.

But instead, the man opened your window and jumped out of it.

Silence.

You got up quickly and went to your opened window. You examined the area to catch him but he disappeared, just like that. You walked around the room and opened the lights, brightness hitting your sensitive eyes

You opened the drawer that the man opened and saw your coat that you were wearing today was…gone.

He took your coat this time.

For a while, you sat on your bed, not moving an inch. Images kept flashing in your mind. You were still trying to process what the hell just happened. You couldn’t sleep the whole night, so you decided to stay the night watching movies, but fear never left you the whole night as you kept glancing at the window every 5 minutes.

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It’s 5:27 PM

You were sitting in a cafe eating your flavored cake, you were thinking about last night, you are completely zoned out. You had millions of questions inside your head. You didn’t even realize someone was speaking next to you.

“Y/n-”

Your heart dropped so fast and gasped. You looked in the direction where someone called your name.

“Hey, are you alright?” You heard Sirius’s voice.

‘How did he know I’m here?’ 

“Hey. Hey Sirius, what are you doing here? ” You asked in a weary tone. Sirius looked at you from head to toe before speaking, “I saw you from the window sitting by yourself. What's wrong? Couldn’t catch any sleep last night?” Sirius said as he sat down next to you. He noticed your dark circle eyes.

You slept at 5 am in the morning out of nowhere and had to wake up at 8 am with a messy bed and tv still on. So yes, you couldn’t catch any goddamn sleep.

“Yeah. I just…” You couldn’t keep up with your words, “I’m just tired. Hey, ummm, did you hear from Helena? She isn’t answering my phone calls.” You changed the subject. 

Helena hadn't been picking your calls when you woke up. Despite calling her phone number over and over, you received no response. Even message after message, you heard nothing.

“She stayed with me actually, she’s sleeping in my house. We stayed up the night watching movies as well.” Sirius replied with an enigmatic smile. You went silent.

‘Watching movies as well? What the hell does he mean by as well?!’

You looked at him suspiciously in silence. You heard him say, “Well, Helena is gonna be staying with me today too. You should come, she says she misses you already.”

‘Oh god no. Why does it have to be his house?’

You knew you couldn't say no, so you just simply replied with, “I would love to.” You watch him stand up. 

“Good. Y/n, it was really great seeing you. I’ll be expecting you at 7 pm at my house, I’ll send the address.” And he disappears, just like that.

He wasn’t cocky as your best friend said, more mysterious for sure. There was something suspicious about him, you couldn’t catch it. But he was quite handsome and alluring FOR SURE. That still didn’t remove the suspiciousness.

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The rest of the hours were boring, but it went fast. You stepped out of the grimy yellow vehicle and your eyes were met with a large dark-looking house.

‘Damn, this house is huge. Am I even in the right place?’

Taking a deep breath, you started walking towards the entrance.

‘Well this is natural right? I mean- This is my best friend's boyfriend's house.’

You rang the bell. After a few minutes of waiting, you started to grow impatient but you still decided to wait. An eye appeared on the viewing hole of the door, something deep hidden inside that eye.

The door causally opened, revealing a rough looking Sirius. His white shirt was unbuttoned that defined his muscles. He seemed tired-looking now and eyes with dark circles, similar to yours. But he still held a neutral expression.

“Y/n. Please, come in.”

Slowly you walked in, you looked down and saw a shade of black mixed with red on Sirius’s sleeves. With ease he rolled them up, leaving no room for your curiosity.

“Helena is showering right now, we can sit in the living room.” Sirius said. You paid no attention to Sirius's words and were mesmerized by his house. This house was gorgeous, no wonder how he could afford those gifts to you.

“Sirius…I never knew you lived in a house like this, it’s so- dark and I don’t know it’s so big and, and-” You were rambling and couldn’t find the words to describe his house because of how awe you were and smiling so brightly. You looked towards Sirius and saw him smiling at you. Your excitement died down and grew nervous instead. 

“It’s really beautiful.” You nervously added.

Sirius gave you a light nod and eyed your body. You were wearing a short dress he bought for you a couple of days ago. His gaze went up and met your eyes. He was silent and staring at you. 

‘Okay, what the hell! Please stop staring at me and just walk to the fucking living room.’

He removed his eyes from yours and walked to the living room, as if he read your mind. You followed behind him, growing even more nervous. Knowing you both will have an awkward conversation without your best friend being here.

“Ah Y/n, actually, I have decided. Since Helena is going to be taking her time. I decided you should have dinner with me. It looked to me like you weren’t really enjoying that piece of cake, you must be very hungry.” 

‘Goddamn you are right, a man is stealing my clothes in the middle of the night. I’m very hungry.’

“It’s okay, we should just wait for her. I don’t want to impose.”

Sirius wasted no time responding, merely waiting for your reply.

“No… I cannot… I cannot allow someone in my house to go hungry.”

You thought it over, thinking no harm would happen.

“Uh, alright. I guess…”

He starts walking towards the dining room, following behind him. From his side, you could see the “Yes I did it.” smirk on his face. Sirius kept looking behind him, making sure you were following him. You were still in awe and intimidated by the fancy and valuable items nearby.

Walking to the dining room, you saw a very large table, holding all types of food.

‘What the hell! Okay, this is too much. I thought it’s gonna be some take out or something. I never knew he was this rich.’

You were stunned by the royal dinner. 

“Please, make yourself at home.”

“Oh? Are you sure? Because this is a lot. Are you sure you aren’t inviting the whole neighborhood to have dinner at your house?” You joked sarcastically. You saw Sirius lower his head to the floor, looking awkward. Not knowing how to respond to your comment.

“But hey, it’s fine. Plus, Helena likes this type of stuff.”

She does.

“Yes, exactly.”

You sat on the wooden chair, looking at the options that were sitting on the table. It was a lot. Nobody really lives with him so what’s up with all this? You took a small portion of food and placed it on your plate. The glass of drink was already prepared, sitting in front of you. So you took a sip.

The room was filled with silent awkwardness, you both didn’t know what to say. Sirius didn’t seem interested in eating but rather eyed carefully at you when you took another sip of your drink.

You both were eating quietly until Sirius grabbed another portion of food, bending over a little close to you on the table. You smell his expensive cologne.

It only took a few minutes when you finished your drink, it held such a strong taste.

Until it hit you.

That cologne…It was the same cologne the man was wearing from last night.

You dropped your spoon and it hit the floor as your eyes widened. Sirius looked at your glass then at you.

“Are you alright?” Sirius asked.

“I need…I need to go home..” You stood up.

“Y/n, You just arrived here, why don’t you stay.” He spoke more of a demand than a questioning tone. He followed your action, standing up. 

“No…I gotta..I gotta feed my pet.”

“You don’t have a pet.”

He came closer to you and stroked your face. You grabbed his hand, pushing it away. You tried to walk back only for you to stumble backwards as you began to feel dizzy.

No way…No way he was the one behind all this. That’s impossible. It can’t be…

You didn’t hold anything anymore.

“You were the one… You were the one who was in my room last night, weren’t you?” You spoke in fear. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Y/n. Now would you please, sit.”

“No!” You said, almost shouting.

Sirius was shocked at your tone, “Alright, that’s enough Y/n. Sit down and eat!”

“No! You are the one who stole my clothes, my stuff in the middle of the fucking night? It was you. IT WAS YOU.”

A chuckle came out of Sirius’s chest, “Oh sweetheart, but you smell so delicious and sweet. Did you really think I was going to let you go when you left the theater that night?”

That’s right. It finally hit you, you saw him in the theater one time, he offered you his popcorn and a drink that tasted quite…funny when he saw yours was finished but how could you forget?

You shook your eyes and tears started forming on your eyes. No. No, no…

You were having a bad headache. Something was in that drink. You didn’t feel nauseous like this before.

You made a break for it, even with your dizzy head. You still managed to run, you heard loud footsteps chasing you behind. You went to the left and saw a door. You didn’t have time to think and opened it quickly.

‘Oh god, helena. Help me.’

You quickly locked the door, a loud bang was hit on the door. “Open the fucking door Y/n!” Another bang. “I’m not fucking joking, I’ll break this door if I had to!” A bang. Until it was quiet. You couldn’t speak any more words, you placed your hands on your face and sobbed louder.

You turned around and immediately screamed, you saw your bestfriend. A decomposed Helena was lying on the floor. Her stomach was split open, blood shattered all over the floor and bed.

You fell down the floor and back away until you hit the wall. You couldn’t breathe anymore. This man…

This man stole your underwear, your coat, your sweaters, your razors, and your cardboard milk and he dissected your best friend. 

You wish this was all just a nightmare and you were going to wake up soon. You were basically choking on your own tears and hiccuping.

The door opened, more like, breaking down and falling on the floor with a loud thump. He broke it with a huge kick.

You stood up as Sirius quickened his pace towards you. You moved back quickly and tried opening the window. It was locked. You had no time, you felt defeated.

He grabbed your waist harshly, you screamed the loudest you can, causing Sirius’s ears to hurt. “Shu- Shut up!” He tried to cover your mouth only for you to bite his fingers hard. He groaned, letting go of you. You took the chance to run, but you didn’t get far. You slipped on the blood that was all over the floor, causing you to fall on your stomach and hit your head.

You let out a slight groan, you heard Sirius picking something up. Heavy footsteps start approaching you from behind.

‘I have- I have to run!’

You knew you were completely defeated when you felt a strong pain on your leg. You screamed out, you turned your head and saw a hatchet slammed inside your leg. Your blood was dripping down, mixing with your best friend’s blood. Your eyes widened in horror and suddenly, your body doesn’t know something called air.

You couldn’t breathe, you tried scrambling away. The hatchet came up and down upon your opposite leg, you let out another scream. You were a slobbering mess of screams and cries as the man flips you over on your back.

“I wish you hadn't seen that, love. I promise you Y/n, this is for your own good.” He pecks your cheek and strokes it.

Your weak trembling body was trapped beneath him.

“Please…” You pleaded, thinking you were going to be his next victim.

Sirius shushes you softly, “It’s okay, baby.” A kiss planted on your nose. “It’s okay.” Another kiss. “I’ll never hurt you, why would I hurt you? You are my sweetheart, my darling, my…” He moved his head slowly to your ear,

“My everything.” He whispers and plants a kiss on your ear.

Both of your faces were so close to each other as you looked him in the eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You placed your hands around his shoulders. Sirius looked back at you with a soft expression. He leans in and kisses your lips softly, you didn’t kiss him back but he didn’t seem to mind.

“I love you.” He whispers again in the kiss.

He pulls back and breathes heavily, his breaths hitting your face because of how close his face was. He wipes your tears away with his thumb. Your breathing hitched and looked at the ceiling, the distraction Sirius pulls goes away. You felt your legs again, full of sorrow and pain.

“Sirius…” Your tears renewed.

He caresses your leg where it’s bleeding, “I know, baby. I know. It was for your own good, it won’t happen again. You were going to run away from me, I could not bear that. I can’t let you go again, I just can’t.”

He grabs your cheek, “I love you Y/n, I love you so much. When I first saw you in that theater, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s like…” He went silent.

“It’s like you put a spell on me. Your clothes, it was the only way to smell you, feel you against me. I didn’t want to do any harm but you left me no choice! Your milk, I took it so I could taste you.” His mouth was traveling across your neck. All you did was look at the ceiling, horror in your eyes.  

You couldn’t process anything, you couldn’t believe anything anymore, everything just shut down. It truly felt like a blood-curdling nightmare.

You glanced next to you, at Helena’s body, still unmoved.

“She was just a distraction. I knew she was the only way I could get close to you, but now she’s gone right? She’s gone. You don’t need her, you don’t need anyone. You only need me.” Sirius grabs your shaky hand that was holding his shoulder.

“Just me. It’s just you and me, alone together in our own world.”

Sirius stands up, helping you to get up as well. You couldn’t stand up because of the pain but Sirius held you surely tight.

“Come here.” 

He leads you towards the large dark-wooden vanity. Each time you took a step, you gripped Sirius’s shoulder tighter. In front of the large vanity mirror viewed you and Sirius.

He was standing behind you, holding you to prevent you from falling. You watched him through the mirror pulling out something out of his pocket.

It was a heart-lock necklace.

“I knew it would fit you when I saw it. Remove your hair, darling.” You followed his order and raised your shaky hands to your hair, pulling it away from the back of your neck so he could put it around your neck.

Your body still shook, your crying turned into sniffles. You knew whatever escape you are currently thinking won’t work. You accepted your fate. Any wrong move and you would probably end up like your best friend. But Sirius said he loves you and that he won’t hurt you-

Your thoughts were interrupted when Sirius put the cold necklace around your neck. He slowly wraps his arms around your body. He takes the heart-lock in his hand, opening it. Inside was a picture of him.

“Now I could be with you wherever you go, even though I doubt that you’re leaving this home. And…”

Your heart was beating so fast of how close he was, again.

Sirius shows you his wallet, opening it. He slides up a picture, it was a picture of you sleeping peacefully.

“And you could be with me wherever I go.”

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DAMN-

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[melody22222]

Lost

Male Yandere x Fem!reader

Summary: Your CEO husband coming home from a long day. It's finally his day off tomorrow and you decided to talk to him about something that's been irritating you recently. (*timbers shivered*)

2.5k words.

(don't rlly consider this as yandere since its hella fluff)

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It’s raining.

The drops of water slapping the windows as you are sitting in the living room, reading a book.

You love the rain; it’s so peaceful and relaxing, relieves all the stress. The fact that it’s also just drops of water coming out of the sky is so mesmerizing.

Everybody has a favorite part of their days. Whether it is going to see your loved ones, coming back from school or work and just lie down, etc. Your days are almost the same but simple, nothing fascinating or special, but you liked it. Although you find one thing in your day that you really, really love, is your husband coming back from his work. Of course, he’s going to be late most of the time. He’s a CEO. But sometimes you wish he wasn’t all that, well actually, not sometimes.

You wish he was never a CEO. At this point, ever since he became a CEO, his life is just working and working. It really got you worried and had to confront him and yeah… that didn’t work out really well. You really want to say something and snap, but you just had to suck it up.

You could only spend a whole day with him, which is his day off. You do feel horrible. You shouldn’t say stuff like this. His dream was to become a CEO and now look at him; he really did achieve his dream.

‘Who am I to come and take that away from him?’ You thought.

You even feel kind of selfish that you want him to spend his time with you. You have never seen him take some alone time and just be himself. You need to tell him about that tonight when he comes home.

You changed your position on the couch; you’re lying down on the couch while the book is above you. ‘Didn’t I mention how this book is so freaking good?’ After 30 minutes passed by, you heard a door open. Your body gets an excited feeling, knowing who it is. You quickly jumped and looked towards the front door.

He’s here and every time he comes back, he just gets hotter.

You rushed towards the door and quickly put your arms around him. You miss him so much.

“Whoa darling, slow down. I’m here.” Callan chuckles. He hugs you back. God, you miss his warmth. Now you can truly feel like home. He places his chin on your head gently. You both stay like this for almost 10 seconds.

“I missed you too, a lot.” He says, rubbing your back gently. All of a sudden, He picks you up from the ground a bit, slowly, still hugging you, making you gasp slightly. He looks into your eyes, you look back at him. He makes you feel things that you have never felt in your life before.

“You are missing something.” He smiles.

You smile back, knowing what he means and yes, you are missing something.

You lean in forward and give him a peck. He smirks and shakes his head slightly. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for an actual kiss. You grab the back of his neck and deepen the kiss, making him smile in the kiss. You both pull back and breathe heavily. It’s becoming hot.

He puts you back on the floor but out of nowhere, he picks you up again but in a bride style, making you scream. You quickly held his shoulders because what the heck! Callan burst out laughing, “I got you.” He says playfully. You hit his shoulder lightly.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs to bed, I’m tired baby.” He begins walking slowly on the pair of wooden stairs, making creaky noises. “I want to talk to you about something, Callan.” You said as you clutch onto his shoulders.

You’re so nervous.

“Oh yeah? About what, sweetheart?” Callan said as he was still walking upstairs. He’s in a good mood today and not too tired. You thought you could finally start talking to him with seriousness without him falling asleep randomly.

“Well, not right now, later. After we take a bath?” You give him a cheering smile as you both reach the second floor, hoping he could say yes and join you in the bath.

Callan knitted his eyebrows curiously, wanting to say something about this ‘thing’ that you’re serious about but instead, he doesn’t say anything and gives you a light smile, “I would love to, baby.”

You both went to your bedroom, and he finally places you down. Callan opens the bathroom door and goes inside, you followed him behind. He closes the door.

“Take your clothes off, darling.” Callan says as he walks to the bathtub and opens the bath faucet and water starts pouring down the bathtub, Then he begins to light the candles that were sitting near the bathtub and starts to take his own clothes off.

Even after years of marriage, you still feel awkward standing in front of him fully naked. He doesn’t seem to be embarrassed himself though because of course, you thought this was normal and necessary in marriage, you still couldn’t help it.

The sound of fabric running on his skin made you nervous. You looked down and started removing your shirt slowly, trying to avoid the fact that your husband is getting completely nude in front of you. He hurriedly took off the rest of his clothes before you since you’re getting really nervous each second passes.

Callan finally notices this and chuckles, “Honey? No way…” He stops. You look at him, still wearing your bra and unable to unclip it. “You are still shy in front of me? Come here. Let me help you.” He said as he came closer to you.

Fuck.You’re getting hot.

“Turn around.” You followed his order, he unclips your bra, and it falls to the floor. He picks it up and throws it in the basket.

This bathroom is huge as hell.

You turned back around and quickly covered yourself, preventing him from seeing your nakedness.

“Stop.” He glares at you, directly removing your hands that were covering your nakedness. Your cheeks and ears are like a tomato now.

 You started to remove your pants, bending over a little to not let him see you again. You slide them down with your underwear as Callan watches you, avoiding his stern gaze. You both are now completely nude in front of each other.

‘This is seriously getting way too hot and awkward at the same time.’

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” He grabs your waist lightly and begins to give your neck soft kisses. “The most,” He cut himself with a kiss on your neck. “Stunning” kiss, “Captivating.” Another kiss, “and amazing thing in the whole universe. Everything. Your body, your soul, you. I can’t get enough of you.”

He softened as you squeezed your lips shut, preventing a smile from escaping. He lifted his head up.

“Though I won’t let any man make the same moves on you as I did.” He joked, laughing as you rolled your eyes.

Brushing his thumb on your cheek, he bent his face closer to yours, “But listen, you are the best thing ever happened to me. And it hurts me to see you hide your body away from me, it hurts me a lot. You don’t understand how fucking sexy and mesmerizing your body is. Every time I look at your body, I just want to bend you over and fuck you so hard till morning because you have no idea how your body makes me feel and what it does to me.”

You went completely even more silent. Not knowing what to say. ‘Should I thank him? Tell him he’s lying? And he’s just saying those things to make me feel better?’

Your cheeks squished as he pressed his palms against them, forcing your head to nod as you went limp.

“Good” He smiled, grinning at how you were waiting for his next response.

“Come on honey, let’s get in.” Callan grabs your waist softly and starts leading you towards the tub. He steps into the warm water. You quickly gazed away, trying to not look at him.

It still feels so strange and flustering.

He sits down and waits for you to join him. You followed his action, hoping he wasn’t looking at you but you could feel his stare as you gazed into the water. He grabbed your hip and sank you into the water. You gasped lightly as he turned you around and sat you down between his legs.

“Is the water too hot, darling?” He says as he caresses your shoulder softly.

“No, it’s fine.” You feel like your heart is beating in reverse. You’re going to explode.

He kisses your shoulder gently that he caressed a few seconds ago, “Your skin feels so soft and warm baby.” He grabs your waist again softly and brings you closer to his chest and lets you lay your back onto his chest.

Oh, you missed him so much

You close your eyes and feel his body against yours.

“I want you to take some time for yourself tomorrow Callan.” You said all of a sudden, not holding it any longer. He genuinely needs time for himself. Every day off he has, he always spends it with you. You love it but it makes you feel selfish.

‘I feel selfish, why do I feel selfish?’

You turned around to face him and looked directly into his eyes.

His eyes, his brown eyes.

“What? What the hell does that supposed to mean?” He asked, confused. “It’s just… It’s just every time, every time you have a day off, you would spend it with me,” You turned around completely and sat on his legs in front of him. He was still looking at you, confused. “You would spend the whole day off with me, it irritates me so much. You never take time for yourself, gain your own thoughts. I highly, rarely see you do that ever since I married you. Please, Callan.” Your voice shakes as you ranted, looking down onto his chest. You place your arms around his shoulder.

“Take some time with yourself tomorrow.” You looked up at him.

“Oh Y/n…” Callan grabs your waist gently with his hand, the other hand comes to your cheek as he caresses it back and forth, looking back at you with his gorgeous brown eyes. “Why would you say something like that? Is this the ‘thing’ you wanted to talk about?”

You nodded.

“But my love, spending time with myself and spending time with you is no difference. I don’t need to spend time with myself in order to ‘gain my thoughts’ or to be happy with myself again for once in a while or whatever some sort of idea you have in mind.”

What.

Is he being serious right now?

“What… don’t you want to clear your head? You literally have me around you all th-” He cuts you off, “And that’s what I want and need, you are my everything, love. And I mean everything. I swear Y/n, if I had the freedom to leave work and just come home to you, I would have. I miss you every day Y/n, every second, every minute, every hour, and every goddamn day.” He grabs your face with both of his hands. “I love you. I have loved you all my life. Without you I’d be lost. I don’t know what I will do with myself if you aren’t here right now, sitting on me with your angel self. I would be lost darling, lost. So stop with this nonsense and let me clean you up.”

You blinked in surprise. You did not expect this. Not only that, but you didn't know what to say anymore. You’re completely shocked.

He takes your gray loofah and puts soap all around it and begins to rub it around your body, “turn back around.” You followed his order once again. You really didn’t know what to say anymore. You’re stunned.

“Don’t ever bring that topic up again, you hear me?” He scolds lightly as he gently rubs the loofah at your back. You quickly nodded in fear, scared of how his tone became stern.

He goes to your private areas which become awkward all of a sudden, but it doesn’t bother him at all. As he finishes with you, he starts with himself. You look down the water, still thinking about what he just said. “I don’t want you to ever think like that, your presence never bothers me baby.” He goes silent a bit; you're expecting him to say more, “Why would you think like that? Am I the one bothering you?”

No way had he just thought that.

“No, of course not. No. No, no.” You quickly said, “I love being around you, I just thought you are working so hard and then coming back home and have to give me attention. Plus I spend the whole day alone while you are at work.” You said as you looked back at him and watched him clean himself with the soaped loofah. “I’m so sorry baby. I know I've been a workaholic these past months, but you have to understand it’s my opening as a CEO. I promise you it will end after a couple of weeks. I have been getting so many clients, it’s insane.” He said as he looked back at you.

“No…” You shake my head lightly, “Don’t apologize. I completely understand. You got your dream that you’ve been dreaming for so long.” You smiled cheerfully.

He grinned, “Yeah, and another promise, after things go slow and my opening news starts to go away. I’ll take you wherever you want and give you anything you want, honey. Just name it.”

You laughed, “Okay, but most importantly. I want you.” You pointed your finger at him as he laughed, “Sure baby.”

15 minutes passes with you and Callan talking about both of your days.

You and Callan finally got out of the warm bath and changed into your Pjs. You picked out a silky nightwear while he just put some sweatpants, and finally jumped into bed together.

The rain stopped, it saddens you a bit.

You both are lying down as he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer, “I forgot to ask, have you eaten anything?” He said. You closed your eyes and nodded surely. He chuckles, “Good.”

“Close your eyes; it’s been a long day.” You said as you rested your hand on his chest. You hear him say, “I’m forever grateful to spend every minute of my life with you. I may lose you someday when I’m far away, so I have to spend my life with you, it was meant for it.” He said as he brought your head onto his chest and closed his eyes.

Again, you’re stunned. What is this man doing to you?

“Goodnight.” Is all you could slip from your mouth. You lifted your head and noticed he already drifted off to sleep. He must have been exhausted.

You smiled and adored his sleepy face. ‘I do not deserve him.’ “I love you Callan.” You whispered to him. He wiggled a bit and brought you closer again. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

“I love you too.”

#yandere #male yandere #fluff #agnst #yandere core #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere male #male yandere x reader #romance #love #reader #oneshot #smut

[melody22222]

00:01

Silly Male Yandere x Fem!reader

Summary: After breaking up with your ex for his psychotic behaviors, you managed to go back to your parent's house that they left for you where one night, something really bad happens. (Goofy summary, I'm sorry.)

TW: Yandere/dark themes, violence, stalking, death threats, angst

Word count: 3.1k

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It was the middle of the night when you came back home from the convenience store, holding some yummy snacks for your night planned date with yourself.

Yes, a date with yourself.

You finally accepted the loneliness that you have, and decided to enjoy the company that you had with yourself. Since you couldn’t do anything about it. After breaking up with your ex, you had no one else.

You relieved and set down the keys and bags of snacks on the couch and went upstairs. You were dying to change into your pjs. You cannot wait to just sit down on the couch all night and watch horror movies as you planned.

As you went upstairs, you got to your room that was quite messy but you didn’t care less about it and was just thinking about the break you are going to have in a few moments. You smiled to yourself as you opened the closet and took out the nightwear. You quickly removed your clothes and wore your nightwear.

You went downstairs and grinned to yourself excitedly and jumped a little and clapped your hands like a little child who just got a yes to McDonald’s from their parents. You turned on your TV and sat down on the couch.

You let out the biggest sigh as you felt all the stress go away that your work and boss put into you. You only had one day off every week which annoyed you. You hate your boss so fucking much. You got disgusted as the thought of her came across your mind.

“Ugh, what a bitch.” You thought to yourself, but giggled later on

You put on your favorite movie that you watched like a week ago, you seriously cannot get enough of it. You grabbed your favorite chips that you got and opened it as the movie began, the thought of your boss leaving your mind.

-30 minutes passed by-

You changed your position and now lying down while shoving multiple chips inside your month. Out of nowhere, you hear noises around your bushes that were in front of your house. The curtains are opened so you look outside the area where the noises came. You thought it was just a stray animal searching for food so you ignored it.

Suddenly, a loud thump came outside the same place where the noises came. You sat up quickly and looked outside again. It was pretty dark, the transparent glass can allow anyone to see you from inside. Your breath became shaky and your heart rate was beating so fast as you got up and checked the window from outside. You examined left and right.

Nothing was there, except for the bushes that were dancing around because of the light wind.

You reassured yourself that it was probably nothing. Since it can be just your imagination.

Right?

These past months were a nightmare. You have been trying to get away from your psychotic ex who cannot let go of the fact that you both have been broken up. You are sick of his possessive and stalking behavior and every time you call him out on it, he tells you that this is for your own good and you just forget about it but are still worried.

Cycle repeats.

You have been catching him following you around, watching you, even at your own apartment. He gave you no privacy at all. Every time he catches you talking to someone, whether it was a co worker, a friend, he goes insane. The next day after talking to someone, you never saw them ever again. You were confused as hell.

You moved out of your apartment and moved into your parents’ house after breaking up with him, the only thing that they left for you after they died. But you still lived in the apartment because your workplace was very close to the apartment instead of the house that’s an hour long away from your workplace.

You never mentioned to your ex that you have a house your parents left for you and you thank god every day that you never told him about it.

‘What am I even scared of…’

You walked back and threw yourself back at the couch again, letting out a heavy sigh. You grabbed the bag of chips and began to shove them into your mouth again.

The movie stopped all of the sudden because of the trash Wi-Fi connections you have been having lately. You waited for it to resume but after waiting for minutes, you started growing impatient.

You looked at the router and realized that the Wi-Fi turned off.

‘What the heck?’

You got up and started walking towards the Wi-Fi router but you froze all of the sudden. Your heart starts beating so fast and your palms become sweaty. You could hear outside boots crunching on the grass, walking around the house.

Someone is here.

You couldn’t manage to breathe normally as your breaths began to shake. You sat down on the couch, still frozen and not knowing what to do. You looked around the windows, maybe to see who this person is roaming around your house.

‘Should I call the police? Should I go outside and check? No. No, no, no.’

A loud noise of breaking glass made you flinch so hard. You turned your head around and saw your slide door glass shattered all over the floor. You quickly stood up and began to back away slowly. You saw the boots step inside slowly that you heard a few moments ago.

‘Oh my…god.’

The man looked across you; he placed the hatchet on his shoulder playfully that he broke the glass with a few seconds ago. He removed his black mask and tilted his head a little and smiled at you

“Silas?”

“Oh, my love.” He grinned at me and opened his arms, expecting you to hug him. You looked at him horrified. Still can’t get words out of your mouth.

Silas laughed, amused at your reaction. “Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you. Why would you run away from me like that, love?” he put his hand on his chest sarcastically, “Why love? After all these times we have been together, you do this to me? I never expected this from you, out of all people.”

“How the fuck did you know where I am? What the fuck do you want? Please just get away from me and leave me alone, I told you it’s over.” You said, almost shouting as your eyes started getting watery.

“Aw love, don’t cry.” He removed his hand from his chest and began walking slowly towards you. You walked back but hit the wall instead. There’s no escape for now.

“It hurts me to see you like this, baby.” He’s standing really close to you now. You didn’t know what to do. Your body is frozen, your legs are weakened. Your heart is beating rapidly, you cannot control your shaky breaths. You felt defeated. You are sobbing and all you could do is look him in the eyes as he’s doing the same.

Silas notices your fear and smiles lightly. He brought his face closer to yours and began to kiss your tears that are slipping down your cheek, he kisses them softly. He hushes you softly and grabs the back of your head and shoves it on his chest. You let it all out.

You couldn’t do anything at this point. He finally got you now, didn’t he?

An idea popped into your mind, you didn’t care if it’s going to work or not. You pushed Silas as hard as you could so that he fell. “You fucking bitch!” He yelled, trying to catch you, but he was too slow from the aftershock of your action, so you managed to run away. You were surprised you managed to give him a beat.

Scared, you didn’t have time to think and rushed upstairs, you wish you didn’t do that and instead went for the front door. But he could have caught you since the front door was locked and he was close to it. Silas followed you and quickened his pace. You will regret doing that.

You went to your bedroom; you had no idea what to do except to lock yourself, preventing him from catching you. How the hell did he know where you were? You knew he was smart, he would find you eventually after escaping from him.

You heard his loud footsteps. You didn’t have a lot of time to lock yourself in the bedroom since he was coming, so you rushed into the bathroom. You tried closing the bathroom door only for it to swing open by Silas; making you fall down the greasy wet floor.

“You stupid fucking whore, oh you will regret that.” He hissed. He grabbed your arms and picked you up from the floor. “Get away from me!” You tried fighting, kicking, pushing and obviously you failed. He pulled you out of the bathroom and pushed you on the bed. He came on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with his hand as you cried even more of how he is bruising your wrists.

You started getting him on his nerves, “You should be grateful I didn’t cut your fucking throat ever since I got here.” He angrily spat.

“P-please stop, p-please.” You blabbered and choked on your own tears.

“Awe, you want me to stop? Huh?” He whispers. You were shaking your head and crying, trying to get out of his grip. Silas grabbed the back of your head with his other hand and kept pressing his body against yours. “Look at me.” He said in a calm but angry tone, “LOOK AT ME!” He shouted, he gripped your hair. You looked at him in the eyes, many fears formed inside your eyes.

“You know, I’ve really nice to you the moment I got here. Don’t make me angry and do things that you won’t like. You don’t want me to do that now, do you?” He said calmly, his anger died down a bit. You immediately shook your head, the moment he mentioned ‘things’, you got flashbacks of the basement.

Oh god.

The basement.

“Good.” He smiled. You have to escape him. You have too. There’s some way you can get out of his grip and just run away and never look back.

“After trying to find you for months, after cutting everyone’s throat so they could tell me where you were, one of them told me. And I just grabbed a chair and smashed it onto her head.” He starts to laugh at your face loudly. You froze again and your eyes widened at him. “Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you’ll see her when we go back to our new home. Her head looks so lovely lying on the shelf, you’ll love it.” He said as he looked into your widened eyes.

New home, that gave you Goosebumps.

He smiled and planted a small peck into your lips.

Silas gets up but quickly grabs your wrist to prevent you from running away from him again. You got up from the bed, still feeling some pain on your wrists. The words he said, still processing in your brain. You were horrified at the way he talked as if this is normal for him. Did he really kill everyone just to find where you were? You didn’t have time to think when he grabbed your other wrist and planted a soft kiss on it. He kissed the other one as well.

Silas looked at your eyes and smiled again.

“God, how did I land on something so precious and delicate?” He said, still looking at you. He removed his hands from your wrists and grabbed both of your cheeks with his hands.

You really were so precious and delicate. An angel, just for him.

“I can’t wait to go home with you, love.” He grabbed your hand now and started leading you out of the bedroom. He’s still keeping a close eye on you. “You don’t need to take your stuff; I’ve already prepared everything in our new home.”

New home, you hear it again.

Your heart was still beating so fast, afraid of what he might do next. You both went downstairs; Silas was still gripping your wrist strongly. He went to the slide door and picked up his hatched that he broke the glass with, should’ve moved into a new country instead of here now thinking about it.

He zipped his backpack open with his hand and picked out some rope.

‘Oh no.’ you thought.

“Give me your hands, love.” He said as he let go of your hand, cutting your thoughts. You almost followed his order until you saw the lamp that was next to you, sitting on the table near the stairs. Silas was busy unfolding the ropes, so you had the chance. You quickly picked up the lamp and hit him on the face, not the head but THE face.

Silas fell on the floor, “Not the face… BITCH NOT THE FUCKING FACE YOU PIECE OF BITCH TRASH.” He yelled. Silas put a hand on his face and removed it where you hit him to see if there's blood, there was nothing but he still didn’t go unconscious.

Maybe you should have hit him harder.

You ran to the kitchen and opened one of the drawers, you grabbed a kitchen knife as quickly as you could. Then, you ran to the living room but noticed him getting up, giving you a death glare.

Oh, what have you done…

You grabbed the front door keys that were sitting on the coffee table. You quickly shoved the key inside the door lock and twisted it the first time. You were about to twist it open the second time until you heard footsteps coming closer. You turned around to face him and held a knife in front of him.

“Get away from me, get away!” You cried, feeling so weak. You probably won’t even cut or stab him if he gets close. 

“Baby, why don’t you put that knife away before you end up hurting yourself and just come to me. I’ll take you away, far away from stress and life,” He asks and looks at you in awe. Mesmerized

“I’d rather plunge the knife into my heart.” You hiccuped.

His face became poker and looked down at the floor, sighing.

“Let’s take a heavy breath, love. Like we used to before. Inhale and exhale. All right?” He asked, still remaining calm after you just freaking hit him on the head with a lamp.

“Just stop… or else.” 

“Or else what? You gonna stab me?”

You went silent.

You couldn’t open the door, you knew he would catch you. So the only thing you did was just threaten him with a knife. You held the knife higher at him. 

Silas looked at you from the floor and chuckled, “Alright then, since you wanna hold that knife on me,” He began to step closer, being closer to your body now. You were still holding the knife on his face, looking directly at him. Feeling brave for the first time.

He brought his face closer to the knife, a cold knife hitting his warm skin. “Why don’t you stab me then, finish me off.” He said confidently, looking directly back at you in the eyes, smirking. 

And all that bravery you thought you had, wiped away with a single wipe.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t control your breath. You didn’t know what to do. But you sure knew you would be terrified if you gave him a slight cut on the skin. 

Instead, your cries escalated. Looking down in shame. You can’t, you just can’t. Silas laughs at your pathetic cries. He took the knife out of your hands and threw it aside. “Weak. Small. Fragile. That’s why you need me, love. You need me, just let me take care of you.” He cups your cheek and then grabs your chin to look at him.

Maybe…

Just maybe.

Maybe he was right. This job is exhausting you, and you were lucky you were able to pay the water and electricity bills for the first month but it got worse. You’ll eventually end up in the dark with no water. But again, no matter how hard things get, you can’t go back to him. You will always fear this man. Even a slight touch he gives you makes you flinch, you will always get nervous and tremble around him. That’s how powerful Silas Rafael was.

“Okay…” Is all you could get out of your pouty small mouth.

“Good. Don’t ever do that again, you don’t wanna see my bad side again, do you love?” 

You shook your head.

“Now come on, let me tie you and don’t try anything. I’m warning you.”

He became stern all of the sudden.

Silas goes again to the slide door where his bag is near, holding your hand. He picks the rope off the floor, keeping an eye on you. You didn’t dare to do anything after what you just did. He starts tying your wrists. He saw the discomfort in your eyes.

“Is it too tight?”

You shook your head again.

He took out a piece of cloth from his bag and put it around your mouth, you almost gagged.

He grabbed your face gently which made you flinch a little. “We can finally go home now.” He said as he caressed your face. He pulls you into a hug. You closed your eyes and leaned on his chest.

Despite how psychotic Silas was, his warmth was one of the many favorite things about him. He would hug you whenever you cried, felt alone, sick, he would get sick with you. He feels alive whenever he’s with you, maybe that's why he couldn’t let you go.

“This is gonna hurt a little.” He said. You felt a sharp pain on your neck making you squeal painfully but it was muffled, feeling something going inside you. You gripped his shoulder with your tied hands, squeezing it. You look where you felt the horrible pain, you’ve been injected with a needle syringe.

Silas shushed you softly, “It’s okay, love. You won't feel anything after this. You will go to sleep, I’ll take care of you.”

Oh god.

To your surprise, you kind of trust him. After everything that happened tonight and everything he said, why would he do something out of your league?

It hit you more quickly than you thought. You couldn’t keep your eyes open. You put your head on his shoulder and the last thing you heard before drifting off…

“Sleep well, my love.”

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