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Coffee “Date” Hangout

☼⚠︎ Ryland (Yandere! Best Friend) x GN! Reader

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a/n: mr. locksmith is back…

if you’re new, i recommend reading THIS to understand Ryland (not too necessary, but recommended!), and THIS to understand the mentions of the others. :)

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), aggression towards you, ominous threats, not really a TW but there’s also a bit of tsundereness in there

Word count: 3k

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“Oh look, you’re here. 10 minutes late too.” Ryland grumbles as you brush his complaints off with a roll of your eyes. He brushes some of his hair out of the way with a dark tan hand, extending his hand out to tap on the table. “Hurry up.” He always does this. You could be fifteen-point-five seconds late, and he would still complain about it.

“Whatever. Sit.” He pats the spot next to him in the little booth, and you toss your small bag on the opposite side, taking a seat across from him. Since he wants to give you attitude, you’ll give him some back. He scowls, but picks up the menu and scrolls through it.

“Ah, strawberry cream crepes! That sounds good, huh?” His angered demeanor vanishes as he points eagerly to the menu item. It’s so easy to tell when he’s really mad and when he isn’t. That must be one of the perks with having him as a friend for this long. “Or I could go with the french toast, huh. What’re you gonna get?”

You pick up your menu and settle on whatever catches your eyes first, flipping the menu over before you let your temptations get the best of you. Ryland seems to know what he’s going to get too, as soon as the waitress comes up.

“Yeah, just the strawberry crepes, and a black coffee.”

You murmur your order to the waitress too, and as soon as she leaves, Ryland clasps his hands together, tilting his head to the side as a grin forms on his face.

“I always love going on dates with you, babe.” Yuck. This isn’t a date. And the next time he calls you babe, he’s catching a right hook to the face.

“Yeah, ‘course it is. Look around.” He gestures around to other patrons in the café, obviously on dates with their significant others. But that doesn’t mean anything for the two of you.

“You’re always in denial.” He struggles to even get the sentence out, chuckling as he sees your irritated expression. “Alright, I’m just kidding. Not like I would go on a real date with you anyway.” What a liar. You roll your eyes at him, trying to hide the smile forming on your face.

“Ugh, hell no. You’re so ugly and nasty.” Yeah, whatever. It’s so easy to see right through him. “Gross.” He seems to pause, tapping his finger on the table before speaking again.

“And, uhm, sorry for how I acted over the phone yesterday afternoon.” He murmurs, his joking demeanor dropping instantly. To be honest, he didn’t even need to apologize in person. Just by the way he sounded over the phone when you got home last night, you could tell he felt awful.

Despite that, it doesn’t take long to get into the swing of conversation, and your food arrives even sooner than you thought it would. Ah, it smells so good…

Ryland’s already dug into his crepes, white cream all over his mouth as he speaks. “Ah, wow!” He exclaims, his mouth full of food. “This shiss ahmazhing!” Hehe. ‘Shiss’. It’s cute to see the pure bliss on his face, too. You didn’t even know he really liked crepes like that.

He swallows his food and licks the corner of his mouth, missing a bit of the cream. “I’ve been making some at home recently.” Really?

“Yeah.” He suddenly scoffs and looks away, oddly frustrated at your shock. “You know, you would know this if you came by my apartment more often, instead of studying all of your time away.” Ah, so that’s what he’s angry about.

“Okay, sure, ‘important’.” Ryland mutters, taking another piece of his crepe as he stuffs it inside his mouth, and goes for a sip of his coffee. There isn’t a way to cheer him up, huh? “Yeah, your bullshit classes are more important than me. Sure.” You never said that. He’s always jumping to conclusions, huh?

“I just… Ugh.” He scoffs. “You know I miss hanging out with you, no matter how gross you are.” He nudges a strawberry out of his crepe as he talks, stabbing it onto his fork as he takes a bite. “And who knows how it’s gonna be later down the line, with working full time and what not.” He waggles his fork around, pointing to you. “Especially cause’ it looks like you never have time for me anyway, even now.” Well, what about now?

“This,” He gestures to the entirety of the café, and your meal. “doesn’t count. You know I mean things like, er, relaxing in my room.” Ryland extends his hand out, starting to count on his fingers. “Or watching a movie, baking, talking smack about everyone else- Ah, did you hear what Cody did?” He snickers, wiping some cream off his mouth. “He was playing around these two girls, and they both caught him. Idiot.” Eh, it was gonna happen sooner or later. You take another bite of your meal, and soak in the atmosphere of both the café, but also finally getting the chance to hang out with him again.

He isn’t wrong. Life has been pretty busy nowadays, but for the past few weeks, it looks like things have been calming down, especially with the chilly weather. You even got the chance to relax with Marcus yesterday.

“Oh, yeah.” Ryland nibbles another strawberry off the tip of his fork. “Him.” He mutters, his shoulders becoming a bit tense as he takes another bite of his crepe. “How was it?”

It was pretty fun, in all honesty. And the muffins he gave you as a gift were even better.

“That’s good.” He says dismissively, taking a sip of his coffee as you drone on just a little more about Marcus. It doesn’t take long to see the look of disinterest in his face, since he usually doesn’t hide it, so you switch the topic rather quickly.

“You know, I can bake too. It’s not hard.” He grumbles. “We should bake together sometime. It would be even better than with… Whoever.”

You sigh, shaking your head at his jealous nature. Idiot.

“If you’re gonna sit there and sigh, how about you just stop mentioning other people altogether?” Ryland snaps, dropping his fork on the table with a clatter as he crosses his arms. “That shit pisses me off. You’re out with me, and you’re wondering what the fuck this ‘Marcus’ guy is doing right now?” Ryland scowls deeply. “It can never be just us two, it’s always someone else…” His voice trails off as he stares down at his crepe, brows furrowing as he becomes lost in thought. You sigh at his outburst and take another bite of your meal, rolling your eyes.

It’s become so normal, brushing it off is something second nature at this point. Really, are all boy best friends this protective?

Nah, probably not. It’s always been just him that acts this way, even all those years back.

“You never take me seriously.” He hisses. “I’m gonna do something one day, cause you keep on pissing me off with all of these guys, watch.” Eugh, his tone sounded even worse right there, worse than usual… Maybe something really is off?

Once you ask, all he does is pick up his fork and mutter something under his breath. You can’t catch it at all…

It’s quiet between you two for a moment, and all that fills the silence between you two is his fork scraping on his plate, as he takes another piece of his almost finished crepe.

Though, despite all of this, all it takes is a small murmur of his name, and then another one, for him to crumble.

“Oh jeez.” He mumbles, his hand trembling a bit as he takes another bite of his crepe. “I’m sorry.” Ryland says in a hushed voice, seemingly nervous of what you think of him. “I’m trying to get better at controlling myself, I promise.”

Yeah…

“I just,” he pauses for a second. “I just really like you, obviously, so…” Ryland looks back up at you. “You don’t hate me, do you?”

Of course not.

“Are you mad?”

You smile, yet sigh, shaking your head as he starts to laugh a bit.

“Yeah, okay, of course,” he mutters. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“How bout’ there?” It took a bit for him to get back to his energetic self, but with a bit of conversation and teasing, hw’s back to good ol’ Ryland. He points to a small sweet shop on the side of the street, a fairly large line leading a bit out of the store despite the time of day, Or, er, the time of night. “They have good sweets, even some candy. Want me to get a couple, so we can take some home?”

Yes please.

Ryland grins and rubs your shoulder affectionately. “My cars open. You can wait there.” But couldn’t you just go inside with him? He pinches your cheek and tugs on it, enjoying your complaints at the pain and all of the name-calling. “I don’t want you waiting outside in the cold. I’ll be fine. Plus,” he flicks you right in the forehead, bringing a scowl right to your face. “I wanna get you some surprise sweets, so we can try them together.”

Oh. Your scowl is wiped off your face as he mentions the little surprise he had in mind. Hmm.

Fine.

You open the passenger door of his car, taking a seat inside. After Ryland makes sure you’re comfortable, and that the car is warm enough for you, you watch him walk off to the line, which luckily, has already gotten shortened by two people while you both were talking. This won’t take long.

You fiddle around with your bag in your hands, glancing around at the people passing by on the street. Actually, some of these people stay in your apartment complex, huh? It’s not too strange, since it’s fairly close. Maybe only an eight minute drive. You’ve already counted three people you recognize crossing by, including a group of women with some bags of the same sweet shop Ryland had just gone to. There’s also this guy leaning against a wall, obviously disheveled from either an exhausting day, or he’s drunk out of his mind.

Maybe it’s both?

Wait. Wait a minute.

That guy seems familiar.

Hmm. Caramel skin, brown trench coat, light brown hair, a bit messy too. It has a sort of wild look. A flask in his left hand, cigarette in his left, different color-

Different colored eyes?! Holy shit, it’s that man! The guy that helped you out with your apartment that night, no way!

He really did save you that night too, ahh, maybe another thank you and a small hello won’t hurt.

You open the car door, slamming it shut behind you as you run up to him, tapping him on his arm, and he swivels around to meet your gaze. Uh oh. There’s an evident scowl on his face. “What?” His deep, raspy voice snaps out, but his face softens as he meets your gaze, a sigh leaving his parted lips. “Sorry; Been a little wound up lately.” His eyes wander as he looks you up and down, a small ‘hmm’ noise leaving his throat as he smiles. “Can I help you, sugar?”

You stop and raise a brow. He doesn’t remember you?

His face scrunches up a bit as he slips his flask into some of his trench coat pockets, reaching up and rubbing his stubble. “I’m sorry, have we met before?” Mr. Locksmith grumbles, tapping his finger lightly on his cigarette as he looks you up and down, and he draws in another puff of smoke. “I don’t think I would fully forget a pretty face like yours.”

Oh. Your face warms up, but you don't provide him any assistance as you wait for him.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the realization to pop up on his face, and he blows the smoke out as a wide grin spreads on his face. “Oh, hey, I know you! You were the person who got locked out of their apartment, yeah?” You nod excitedly and smile, thanking him again for helping you that night. He brushes it off and taps his cigarette again, ash falling onto the ground.

“It’s nothin’. Anything to help a pretty person like yourself, sugar.” His rough hand pets and ruffles the top of your head, and you scowl at his touch. You pepped yourself up for this hangout with Ryland and everything, now he’s going to ruin your hair.

Thank god the little “date”, as Ryland called it, is already over.

“Now, what’re you all dolled up for? Are you meeting somebody?” You shake your head at his question. “Oh? You’re already done?” He says, drawing in more smoke from his cigarette, then letting it fall to the ground as he stamps it out lightly with his foot. “Hope your little date was nice. Where’s the lucky guy?” Wasn��t a date, but okay.

Off, somewhere. Getting snacks; ah, hopefully he gets those little cream puffs. Maybe Marcus would like one.

“Ahh,” He smiles. “It’s not very nice of him to leave a pretty thing like you out here alone though, is it, sugar?” You giggle and shake your head, playing along with his joke. How charming and funny can one guy be? He’s pretty good at this. Now, how many other people have fallen for his spell?

“No one else.” That’s hard to believe, for someone like him. “You’re the first.”

Ahh, now hold on a second…

“I know, I’m just joking around.” He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, popping the lid open. “You smoke?”

Hell no.

“Suit yourself.” He chuckles. “Thanks for the fifty bucks, by the way. Spent it on exactly what I told you I would.” But a whole fifty on just cigarettes is a bit much, isn’t it?

“That’s why I bought some alcohol with it too. And a nice tie.” He reaches up to his neck, stopping once he notices said tie isn’t there. “Oh yeah, forgot. I took it off earlier. Didn’t want to get it messed up.” Well, at least your money didn’t fully go toward a bad habit.

“Hold on. This your boyfriend walking up? I thought you were messing with that boy at the bar.” Boyfriend? You don’t have a…

He points down the street, and sure enough, Rylands walking up to you both, looking extremely displeased.

“Uh oh.” Mr. Locksmith chuckles and takes a step back from you as Ryland makes his way over. “Better have an explanation up.” His eyes scan over you again, up and down, and he starts to chuckle. “You little cheater.”

Ah, damn.

“Hey,” Ryland greets you in a hushed voice, glaring at Mr. Locksmith as his hand snakes around to your waist, pushing you flush against him. “C’mon, is this dumbass hitting on you?” And there goes his defensive nature. You scowl and shake your head slowly in annoyance, nudging him with your elbow harshly on his side. “Ouch, ‘kay, damn.” He hisses. Ryland's hand is still tense around you. “So, who the hell is he?”

“So you must be the lucky man.” Mr. Locksmith laughs a bit, waving his hand around dismissively. “Nah, I’m no one is important. I just helped them with…”

Oh god, he shouldn’t mention the apartment! If he does, Ryland’s gonna cause a storm with his questions like “Why didn’t you come to me?” and “Why didn’t you call me?” Ugh. Please don’t!

“Their car the other day.” Oh? “Damn thing was making some weird noises, and I happened to pass by, so I lent them a hand.” Ah, your savior!

“Your car had a problem? Why didn’t you tell me?” Oh my god. Ryland frowns as he turns back to Mr. Locksmith. “What was the problem?” Seems like a harmless question, sure, but you could tell that there was a sort of interrogating tone behind his words. Looks like he’s trying to suss out the lie. Hopefully Mr. Locksmiths a good liar.

“Their engine was sputtering. A quick look and a whack or two fixed the problem.” Nice!

“That’s all?”

“Yeah.”

God, the air between them is so tense… Mainly coming from Ryland.

Even with the tense air, Mr. Locksmith’s smile hasn’t faltered a single bit. Either he’s good at acting, or he finds the whole situation amusing. Probably the latter. And it looks like Ryland didn’t buy the lie either, but he’s always been hard to lie too.

“Something the matter?” His eyes flicker over to yours. “Your boyfriend seems tense.”

Alright, time to go.

You tug on Ryland's sleeve, trying to tug him away from the situation at hand, but it doesn’t look like he’s gonna budge.

“Hey, did you tell this guy I was-” He looks down at you, and you can see the irritation in his expression, but sees the forming frown on your face, and his eyes soften. “... Ugh, nevermind. C’mon.”

“Nice meeting you.” Mr. Locksmith gives a small wave goodbye to Ryland, and you tug him away harshly, ready to cuss him out right then and there.

“Sorry, sorry, you know how I am.” Yeah, you know all too well. Ryland gives you a cheeky chuckle and a grin, locking his fingers together with yours. His hands are always rough, but warm. “But hey, look! I got them! The last ones too. They’re fresh.” Yum. “Too bad for the suckers in line behind me.”

… He’s okay, right?

You turn your head back to Mr. Locksmith, and bite back a smile once you see the wink he gives you, holding a finger up to his lips. How fun, maybe you’ll drop a gift by his apartment later. What number did he say it was? It looks like every time you run into him, you always end up owing him some sort of favor.

Odd, you didn’t even ask for his name. Mr. Locksmith will be his name forever, you guess.

“Next time, don’t go asking weird strangers for help.” It’s always a lecture with him. “Just come to me, okay? You know damn well I’m a jack of all trades.” Yet a master at none.

Ryland reaches over and pinches your cheek, tugging on it lightly as you complain and wince at the pain. “C’mon, don’t make fun of me like that…” He chuckles “You don’t know what kind of things I’m capable of.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

might write a small bonus part where yall eat the sweets in his apartment, might not, idek

i’ll probably make a masterlist of this series soon so the story is a bit easier to follow :)

working on the house of castiello rn btw... expect it soon :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #possessive yandere #yandere childhood friend #yandere best friend

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constesplanetarium · 4 months

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Yandere Christmas Special!

“Merry Christmas, baby! Come on, open all your gifts!” He exclaims excitedly. “Start off with whichever one you’d like.” His hand shakes around your waist as he tugs out over. It’s surprising how many gifts he got you, really, and knowing him, he got every single one you wanted.

Except the pleading to be let out for at least one day. Not even the Christmas magic can grant that one.

All you do is stare sadly outside, watching the snow fall bit by bit onto the ground. He seems to sense your melancholy and wraps his arms around you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, gently placing a kiss on your cheek. “I don’t want you to run away, baby.” You don’t say anything, because if you were given the chance to leave, you would take it in a heartbeat.

But maybe it's all worthless at this point.

“Do you want anything else? We don’t have to open your gifts now.” He tries to give you a reassuring smile, but it all feels so fake. You shake your head, finding comfort in a seat by the fireplace as you just sit there and think. Think, think, and think.

Before you know it, he falls onto his knees in front of you, and snuggles his head into your lap. There’s no point in trying to fight it, so you succumb to him and just pet his head slowly.

“Baby doll,” he whispers. “thank you for being my dream come true.” He starts to laugh suddenly, looking up at you. “Santa must’ve given me my gift early, huh?” His lips press onto your knuckles, giving you a small kiss. “I’m so happy you’re here with me this christmas.”

Unfortunately, that happiness is one-sided.

“I love you so much; so much so it’s unbearable.” He lays his head back down onto your lap. With one last small whisper, he utters it under his breath.

“Merry Christmas.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #male yandere x reader #yandere drabble #christmas

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constesplanetarium · 4 months

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͙͘͡★ 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 𝙽𝙴𝚆𝚂!

✮ as a quick update for my haunted mansion series, i plan on rewriting the first three parts! i'll also be changing the plot a bit here and there, and i'll probably even extend it for as long as i want, instead of the 7 parts i said i was going to make. with this, expect maybe 10-15, all in shorter parts so its easier to write, and doesn't take as long to read! ✮

✮ i'll be changing up the "yandereness" of them in ways i won't explain yet! ✮

✮ originally, i had planned it to be a series just for the month of october, but obviously that didn't happen, so ;) ✮

✮ knowing how slow i tend to work, expect the first part to come out around the beginning to middle of january, cause ill probably be working on some other things for the rest of this year :) ✮ (not that it's long anyway, we have only two weeks left...)

#update #yandere

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constesplanetarium · 4 months

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Scales Scraping against Wood.

☾⚠︎ Stalker Naga x GN! Researcher-ish Reader

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a/n: something small, more in notes at the bottom. this is my first oc fic not made for tumblr, but instead, one i made on my own time :)

Darkness: 2/10: "The smallest mention ever."

TW!!! Light Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, stalking, collecting your fallen things as a collection.).

Word count: around 800

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Dark brown eyes look your way as the leaves and twigs crunch under you with every step. Shame you haven’t noticed him yet, up there in the trees, his pale white hands grasping onto the branches as he hopes, for just a little, that you’ll look his way. His tail flicks back and forth happily as he sees that adorable smile on your face that he loves so dear.

Humans never venture into this part of the forest, that he knows, so it’s intriguing to find you here, observing the wildlife without a care. Whether it be nagas like himself, or orcs, or even werewolves, you’ve seen it. Even more, this isn’t your first time. You don't even know about the poisonous, and perhaps carnivorous flowers that lie deep down here, do you? How silly.

Why do the other species get your attention, but not him? Why not?

Maybe one day you’ll observe him from afar, just like he’s watching you now.

White strands of hair fall off his shoulders as he stares at you dreamily, claws scraping at the darkened bark as his white tail, speckled with dark orange and brown, curls around the branch in content as you pick and peer at the daffodils, writing down some things in your small journal, than plucking some up and setting them into your basket.

What he would do for just a peek into your head…

Just a small one. It’s all he needs.

Having lived for so long, humans come and go everyday that passes, as he’s witnessed first hand, but why’re you still here? Why do you keep coming back after all of these days? What’s the purpose? To just gaze at the flowers? It must be more than that, surely.

Medicinal purposes, maybe? Or just for the sake of it?

He jolts up, breaking out of his daydream-like state to see you wandering off again, humming that familiar tune he’s heard from you before.

A wince forms and twitches on his face as he watches you go farther, and farther away from him, claws digging into the branch with frustration. You might hear him if he moves from branch to branch, so maybe moving on the ground is a bit better…

His eyes stay put on you for just a bit longer, watching you bend down to pluck up more flowers and herbs, and you set them down into the basket.

Finally, after some time, he sprawls out his body slowly against the trunk of the tree, claws digging into the bark as he starts to slither down.

The branch feels weak around his tail. Ah, wait, the branch-!

The branch snaps loudly as it falls to the ground with a thud, and you look around as your eyes dart to it, shakily grasping your journal harder as you fidget with the basket in your other hand, rising up onto your feet to make a run for it.

“Wait.” He tries to murmur, reaching a hand out to you, but before he can even get a syllable out, you’re already running away in fear, slipping onto some mud, in which the basket tosses itself out of your grasp. You wince, yet swiftly get up and run off, leaving the basket in fear of your life.

… How pitiful. How unlucky.

Or maybe not unlucky?

It looks like you left a small gift for him.

Slithering down the tree, he gazes dreamily at the fallen flowers on the ground, covered in dirt and mud with the basket beside it all. With a small look around to make sure no one's nearby, he scoops up the flowers and tosses them back into the basket, snatching the handle up. If only you had dropped your journal too…

Well, it doesn’t matter.

Wiping the filth and muck off the petals of each flower with a finger, and flicking it onto the ground, he holds a daffodil up to the sun, small bits of sunshine raying through the petals. He twists it around as the petals become semi-transparent due to the light. How pretty.

Oh, he got so lucky today, to finally have a small piece of you, after watching you for all these days and nights.

Hopefully, you do come back to the forest sometime soon. Did he scare you too much? Ah, what a terrible thing to think about! No way! No way, no way, no way! You’ll come back, won’t you?

Right?

Right? You will, right? Won’t you? He could even give you a small bunch of flowers from deeper inside the forest, so much deeper that no human in their right mind would go there! No one else would ever do that for you, so it makes him special. So, so, very special. And you're so special to him too, even from afar.

Without even noticing it, the flower he was holding has been crushed and ripped beyond repair, his twitching hands wrapped tightly around the basket as he fights back the urge to chase you, never stopping until he finally gets the chance to wrap his arms around you.

Please, do come back.

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

heyy, im back again, sorry for leaving :( i'm trying to get back into the swing of things, but it might take me some time.

it wasn’t burnout, i just had a really big disinterest in writing ever since thanksgiving, and i think its mainly bc of lack of ideas, but also restricting myself to that yandere label, so i think ima branch out a bit from here on out :)

still expect yandere’s though!!!

also i’ve been watching jujutsu kaisen recently, but lets not talk abt that…

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere drabble #stalker #snake man #naga #dead dove do not eat #light yandere

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constesplanetarium · 5 months

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small yandere thanksgiving special ^^

small TW for mentioned kidnapping and past drugging!!

"Darling! I made all of this for thanksgiving!" His face is nothing but rainbows and sunshine as he pulls off the blindfold, letting you take in the small feast he prepared for both of you.

"Shame you tried to, er, run earlier. I would've let you serve yourself if you hadn't done that." He beckons to the rope and tape binding your wrists and ankles together.

You tug uselessly at the ropes binding you to the chair, scowling as he sets a glass of wine next to you.

"Don't want you handling the knife." He murmurs, slicing off a piece of the juicy turkey on the table as he serves you the piece. "I'll let you feed yourself a bit later, baby." He grins. "I just want to savor this small chance to feed you first." He cuts a piece off the turkey and stabs it with a fork, holding it up to your mouth. "Try it first."

Ew.

"Oh." He sighs seeing your hesitation, but he perks right back up. "I didn't drug it this time. I promise. I'll even take a bite of it myself, if you'd like."

He waits for your reaction, but once there isn't any, he brings the fork up to his mouth and bites the piece off. "Shee?" He says, mouth full of food. "Try."

After you still don't budge, strangely enough, after he swallows, a big smile pops up on his face as he chuckles creepily.

"You're still so cute, even when you're all moody." He drops the fork against the plate with a loud clank, and cups your cheek, turning your face towards him as he kisses the tip of your nose, than your lips. "You haven't eaten in almost a day, baby. You're going to have to eat eventually." He caresses your cheek lovingly, or as lovingly as a kidnapper can be. "I'll serve you the rest of your food, okay?"

All you can do is glare at him, and frown in disgust at the man before you.

"Happy Thanksgiving, baby doll."

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #male yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #thanksgiving #yandere drabble #thanksgiving special

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constesplanetarium · 5 months

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Baking for two.

☼ Marcus (Male! [Light] Yandere College Classmate) x GN! Reader

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a/n: sorry this took so long lol, had to shorten it by a lot to get it out :(

he isn't too much of a yandere here, but it does show a bit here and there :) i plan on writing something much darker for him soon, maybe in his POV!!!

Darkness rating : 2/10, “the smallest mention ever.”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light alcohol use, light ominous behavior.

Word count: Around 3k.

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“Oh, you’re here!” Marcus seems surprised at your sudden arrival, leaning in the doorway to block your way in. "Y-You’re early!” He stammers out, laughing awkwardly as you tilt your head in confusion. What’s his deal?

“Sorry, uhm, I…” He stumbles around with his words, but then sighs in defeat. “The kitchen is a mess.” Marcus steps aside to let you inside his apartment, and you can smell something sweet faintly in the air. “I was going to wait for you to come over, but I got ahead of myself and made some pound cake.” As you step inside, you’re immediately hit with the strong smell of vanilla, making your stomach threaten to grumble. You take a small glance around as he shuffles over to the kitchen to clean up the so-called ‘mess’. “When you’re about to leave, you can take some home if you want.”

His apartment’s pretty damn nice. There’s a sort of cozy aesthetic going on, with a large lamp, emitting an amber light. It looks like he even switched out the lightbulbs in the kitchen to that same amber light. It’s all better than your best friend's apartment. Ryland’s apartment is always a bit messy, whether it be with assignments he never turned in, or empty potato chip bags lying around. You always helped him clean up, which he enjoyed cleaning up with you much more than you did. Odd as it was, since his living room seemed to be messy, but his own room always looked as clean as a whistle. Was it doing it on purpose?

“Originally, uh, I was planning for us to make some blueberry and banana muffins; but since I made the pound cake, I feel like both will be a bit much.” Marcus’s voice snaps you back to reality as he looks up at you for confirmation, setting a bag of flour down on the kitchen counter. “Unless you want to make both?” He says. “Or we can make something else if you want. Maybe some cupcakes?” A smile spreads on your face as you shake your head. He’s so eager to please. Once he sees you smile, he laughs nervously and doesn’t push the matter further, popping open his fridge to take out a small box of blueberries. “You can erm, explore my apartment while you wait. Just don’t go into my room, please.” He points to a door on the far left, down a small hallway. “It’s messy in there, I didn’t have time to clean up.”

You giggle at the embarrassment spread onto his face as you walk down the hallway, peering into the bathroom right across from his room.

Yep, that’s a bathroom. Nothing too extraordinary about it, except the matching shower curtain with the hand towel and bath rug. His bathroom sink is a bit cluttered with a hairbrush, comb, and a razor. It looks like a bottle of shaving cream rolled off the sink, onto the floor. You bend down to pick it up, setting it down on the sink, and you take notice of his toothbrush, matching the color of everything else. You raise a curious brow. He loves his matching colors, huh?

“Hey! Come back! I cleaned up now!” You peek out the bathroom door to see him beckoning you over, ingredients laid out all over the counter. You make your way on over, standing beside him as you switch on the sink, pumping some of the soap on as you wash your hands under the running water. As you wash your hands, the soap smells like peach sorbet, it’s really good.

“This’ll be fun.” He grins. “Er, if you want me to, I can even do most of the work, and you can just watch.” And leave all the fun to him? Hell no. Plus, if you're lucky, maybe you can snag a small lick of the batter when he’s not looking.

His face grows into a smile at your enthusiasm. “It won’t take as long as you’re thinking. I’ll guide you through each step.”

“Stop taking licks off the batter! I can see you do it!” Your tongue swirls around the spoon in your mouth, giggling cheekily to yourself as Marcus scolds you harshly. “It’s not exactly a secret if I can see you do it.” It’s not hard to see he isn’t actually mad, though. Plus, it’s not like you're double-dipping the spoon. There’s no harm done, right?

He heaves a long sigh. “There's not even blueberries in it yet.” It doesn’t matter, it’s fucking delicious. You lick some leftover batter off your lips, tossing the dirty spoon into the sink with a loud clang. His eyes wander to the spoon for a moment, before getting back to making a small blueberry mixture.

… This is gonna be funny as hell.

You rummage through the drawer, snatching up another spoon, and waiting until Marcus looks away for a moment to take another scoop of it. Ah, it looks like he saw it out of the corner of his eye. He groans, clearly annoyed. “See, I told you to-”

With a flick of your wrist, the spoonful of batter is flung right on his cheek with a small splat, some splattering onto his glasses as he turns to stare at you silently.

“Oh.” He wipes some of the batter off his cheek, taking a small lick off his finger, and he pauses. “Oh, that is good, huh…” But then he turns to you, flinging his spoon and splattering the blueberry jam on your face. “But if someone could sit here and WAIT for the blueberries, instead of dipping their little grubby fingers in the batter,” You are NOT dipping your fingers in the batter. It’s a SPOON, thank you very much. “Maybe it would be better.”

You roll your eyes and take your finger, swiping it across his cheek, then swiping it on the blueberry jam on yours, and licking it off. Yum. It does taste better with the blueberries.

Marcus's face reddens and he looks away, fidgeting with the spoon in his hands as he grabs a napkin with his other, wiping the mess off his face. He chuckles to himself and wipes your cheek with his thumb, licking off the jam as he passes you the napkin.

“Yeah, that’s really good.” He grins. “Maybe a little bit more sugar.” Really? You think it’s just fine.

“Do you prefer it like this?” He asks, and you nod. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

You jump at the sudden interruption of your phone buzzing, and you slip it out of your pocket to check.

Ugh.

You utter a small stream of curses, staring at the screen of your phone in annoyance.

It’s Ryland. Of course it is. Why is he calling you? Especially since you yold him you would be with Marcus today. Ugh, he’s probably jealous. Marcus sees you stare at your phone, pursing his lips as he glances away.

“Who is it?” Your annoying ass friend, that's who. You sigh and decline the call, slipping your phone back in your pocket, but just a second later it starts to ring again, making you groan as you take it back out. How persistent can someone be?

“... Just take the call.” Marcus mutters, not looking your way anymore as he crosses his arms and stares at the bowl of batter, lost in thought. You sigh and bring the phone up to your ear, shuffling aside so you can go into the bathroom for some privacy.

You frown as soon as you hear his voice go through. “I’m bored.” Ryland groans over the phone, and you scold him quickly. This better be quick, you’re fucking busy.

“Awwh.” He grumbles, and you can hear the familiar shuffle of his sheets as he presumably sits up. “You can’t make time for your best friend anymore?” Ryland teases lightly, and you can almost make out the sound of a bottle hitting a table with a small thud. Is he drunk?

“Nah.” Ryland says plainly. “Just some day drinking. Told you I was bored.” He heaves a long sigh. “Just leave himmm.” He draws on the m at the end of his sentence. “You see him in your classes all the time, right? He won’t care.” You roll your eyes, mentioning that you see him tomorrow at the coffee shop.

“That doesn’t matter.” He grumbles. “I want to see you now.”

What is he, five? Is he throwing a tantrum?

“Whatever,” He scoffs. “You tellin’ me some random guy is more important than your best friend? I’ve known you all my life.”

It’s all about him, him, him, isn’t it? All the time. Everyday.

You’re getting tired of it.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.” He cracks up as if you told a good joke, stopping to take a swig of his bottle. “You’ve dealt with me for this long, right? What’s another lifetime?”

Eugh. You’d rather die.

“You joke around too much.” Ryland sighs. “But that's why I like you so much. You can always keep up with me.”

A loud bang of something metallic echoes from the kitchen, but there’s no other sound. Not a groan, not a yell, nothing. You frantically eye the door, telling him you need to leave. Did Marcus hurt himself?

Ryland doesn’t listen. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like this.” He grumbles. “You’re going to leave me for some random guy?”

… How annoying.

“Fuck him and-” You cut off the call, hanging up as you slip your phone back in your pocket and push the door open, bounding out the bathroom to check on Marcus.

Oh.

You stare at the mess of batter and blueberry jam on the floor, both bowls turned over as Marcus washes his hands in silence.

“Sorry.” He murmurs. “It spilled.” He doesn’t elaborate anymore on the topic, and you look at him in disbelief. A spill doesn’t cause this mess. He spilled it all, you know he did. Why?

You don’t say anything, and he gestures to a washcloth on the side of the sink. “Help me clean it up. We’ll just make a new one.”

It doesn’t take long to come up with a new mix, but conversation is short between you two. Ryland interruption sort of ruined the mood. Ugh.

“What happened?” He frowns and stops mashing some blueberries together, setting his spoon down as he leans against the kitchen counter. “You were looking at your phone all upset when that person called you.”

You sigh and just tell him it was nothing but your best friend being annoying.

“Ryland? Oh, yeah, I think I know him.” He rubs his cheek and pauses, staring off into space for a moment before coming back to you. “Is he that guy you walk around with a lot? Like around campus.”

You nod.

“Oh, I see.” It looks like he’s about to say something again, but he stops and just picks the spoon back up, poking the mix of blueberries in the bowl.

Marcus suddenly speaks up after a moment of silence between you two. “Why do you choose to spend time with him anyway?” He grumbles, crossing his arms angrily. “He sounds like he’s so annoying.” Marcus pushes his glasses back up on his face, his hand shaking as he does so. “It pisses me off.”

You glare at Marcus, hands twitching as you grab the bottle of milk off the counter. What he’s saying might be true, yes, but only you can talk about your best friend in that way. Plus, only you really understand him. He means well, he really does.

“You know you can do better than that, right?” Marcus glares over at you as you pour the milk into the newly made batter. “He doesn’t make you mad?”

He needs to shut up.

“I don’t understand it.” He whispers, dropping his spoon again with a loud clang on the table. "You deserve someone so much better." The blueberry jam spills all over, and some spills on his hand too, but it looks like he doesn’t even care about the mess he made. “It pisses me off, it pisses me off, it pisses me off.”

Stop it.

“I don’t understand it.” He repeats himself, staring at you. “This has been going on for weeks. He…”

You both stare at each other for a good few moments, clearly aggravated at each other's behavior. You can feel your anger start to dissipate the longer you look at him, and for him it looks like it’s the same.

“Sorry.” With a deep breath, he picks his spoon back up, turning the handle for the sink as the water starts to run, letting the spoon be washed off. “I’m just a bit… Aggravated today. My boss was texting me, trying to make me come into work today.”

Ah, no wonder. You sigh, rubbing small circles on his back in an attempt to comfort him, and it looks like it works, since a small smile spreads onto his face as he wipes the spoon off with a napkin.

“Er,” He stumbles around with his words. “Care for a drink?”

Maybe you do have to ease your nerves a little…

“I only have some hard seltzers with me right now, so…” His words trail off as he sets the spoon down, popping open his fridge door to slip out two small cans of tropical vodka. You twist your can around as he hands it to you, reading the black cherry labeling plastered around it.

“You can crack yours open while you wait.” He shakes the bowl of blueberries around a bit, before pouring it into the batter. He starts to mix everything together as you crack open the can, hearing every little fizz and sizzle from the drink. It smells pretty good.

You watch him intently, taking sips from the can as he pours the batter into each muffin tin, and he beckons you over. “Come put the tin in.”

With a hop down, you snatch up the blueberry muffins, and the oven's heat bursts in your face as he pulls the oven door open, forcing you to squint your eyes against the heat. He watches you set the tin inside, shutting the door closed. “Those won’t take too long. Just around twenty minutes.” He hums and looks over at you. “Why don’t you look around my apartment some more, huh? Get used to the place.” He cracks open his can with a small sizzle of the carbonation, taking a sip as he beckons you around.

Hmm.

“Actually, while you do that…” He swipes his keys off the kitchen counter, taking a big sip of his drink before setting it down. “Let me go and check my mail; it won't take long.” Marcus flashes you a smile before taking his leave, keys jingling as he shuts the door behind him with a click.

This is the perfect opportunity to snoop around a little.

You check the time, and immediately bound towards Marcus’s room, turning the knob and pushing it open slowly. You only have about 5 minutes to go through it, but that’s more than enough time to atleast catch a peek.

What could he be hiding? What, is it a dead body or something?

… Oh.

Your eyes widen a bit as you glance into his room, pushing the door open fully.

His rooms… Clean. Why did he lie and say it was dirty?

Maybe there’s something in here he doesn’t want you to see. Hmm.

Alright. Time to kick in your inner Sherlock Holmes.

His rooms seem normal, with a small basket of unfolded laundry beside his bed. Some books are strewn on his covers, one even open with some annotations here and there, but that's about it. Not a mess in the slightest.

Huh.

… Oh? What’s that under the bed?

A box? With lace over it? White lace lines the lid of the black shoebox, with small cut-out patterns of dark red hearts all around it. What the hell is that?

You extend your arm to grab the box, pulling it out slowly-

“Hey, I told you not to go in my room.” Marcus’s hand grip onto your waist tightly as he pulls you from the bed, pain filling your arm as it bumps and scrapes against the bottom of the bed frame. “Why can’t you ever listen?” What the fuck?

You stand up with a scowl and bite back a large insult, glaring at him. "I-I told you to... Don't look." He rambles insanely to you, not being able to get a single sentence out. Marcus looks frantic as his eyes scan around the room for anything taken or moved. He looks more disturbed that you would be in his room more than the average person would.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Marcus says softly, grabbing your wrist as he tugs you away from his bed. “The muffins are almost done.” It’s only been about 8 minutes.

You tug yourself away from him, setting your hands on your hips with a scowl on your face. Why the hell did he lie? And why the fuck did he have to grab you like that? Not that it’s a serious issue, but still, some honesty would’ve been nice. His room isn’t even bad either.

“I…” He pauses. “I thought you wouldn’t like it. I don’t like showing people my room.”

Your scowl softens and you sigh. What a dumb reason to lie about.

Anyways…

“The, uh, the box?” He chuckles awkwardly, still trying to tug you out of the room. “It’s just embarrassing. It’s full of my childhood things, you know?”

Just that? Really? You cross your arm and shake your head a bit, not believing what he says very much. But if he doesn’t want to pry into it, you won’t even bother.

“Honestly.” Marcus frowns, taking your hands in his as he runs his thumb across your knuckles. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You sigh, but take his apology in good faith. At least he isn't being a dickhead about it.

“Whatever, whatever. The box doesn’t matter.” He says, pulling you towards the oven. The smell of the baked muffins fills your senses, and the anger that was bubbling inside you dissipates as you sigh in delight.

These are gonna be so good. But a small anomaly distracts your mind, just for a second.

Huh.

The spoon you were licking the batter off of is missing from the sink.

“Thanks for coming over.”

Marcus’s mood shifted ever since you went into his room, and it feels terrible. If you really knew it meant that much to him, you would’ve never walked in.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Marcus shakes his head, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt as he gives you a wry smile. “I should’ve just told you upfront about it.” He says. “I hope you like the muffins.” He beckons to the small basket you’re holding with a hand.

Outstretching your arms, you smile awkwardly and beckon him over for a small hug before you leave. His smile becomes a bit more genuine as he leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I always like having you over.” He murmurs. “Start coming over more often, okay? I can’t get enough of you.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

i actually despise how ts turned out but its whatever

switched out the “yandere bartender” for “yandere college classmate” this time since i feel like the bartender thing doesnt apply this time around. ill be using them interchangeably depending on the situation :)

im surprised how i developed marcus from a bartender to a whole character w story, expect more stories w him still in the bar tho!!

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #possessive yandere #yandere ocs

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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Lost in the woods.

☼⚠︎ Yandere! Werewolf x Red Riding Hood! Reader

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a/n: like the new format? i do :) much prettier and organized than before. though, theres only so much that I can do on mobile :(

Darkness: 8/10 “do you need someone to hold your hand?”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans, non-con, groping, blood, implied kidnapping around end, mentioned stalking, and potential cannibalism.

Word count: Around 1k.

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“Are you lost, little red riding hood?”

Your knees threaten to buckle down on you as your gaze trails up to the werewolf towering over you, golden eyes darting between both you and your picnic basket. Oh lord, why you? You just wanted to have dinner at your grandmother's house!

He grins at the feeling of your fear, claws scratching at his chin in curiosity. “Now why’re you so frightened?” He barks out an amused laugh. “You knew exactly what was going to happen when you stepped foot into this forest.” But what’re the chances of walking into a werewolf at this time?

Your gaze wanders up to the setting sun, still too early for any werewolves to make their appearance. Fireflies start to swirl around the scenery, flicking their lights off and on as you try to keep your gaze planted on the werewolf, so as to not anger him.

“Now, now, no need to be scared,” A small grumble leaves his throat, but you can’t hear what he said in between his words. “Do I look like I’m going to hurt you?”

Once you don’t answer his question, he sighs deeply. “If I was going to hurt you,” He takes a step closer, forcing you to instinctively clutch your basket closer to your body and take a step back. “I would’ve done so by now, yes?” You wince at the feeling of his claw dragging itself over your jaw, your fingers digging into the handle on your basket as you bite your tongue, trying not to lash out at him for touching you.

“Jumpy, are we?” He chuckles, tail swaying behind him as his ear twitches in curiosity at your reaction. “To be honest, I’ve never seen a human up close. That must be why I’m so enamored by you.”

You finally decide to speak up, gripping your basket tightly as you murmur an excuse to leave, but once you take a step to do so, he blocks your path with a growing growl.

“Why so soon? I’m not hurting you, am I?” He snarls, and you flinch back. “I just want to talk, that's all. What happened to common courtesy for you humans?” You stare down at your basket and suddenly stretch your arms out to offer it to him.

“What? What about your silly basket…?” He growls, staring at the basket, but his eyes soften as he stares at it longer. Does he just want the basket or what?

The werewolf visibly licks his teeth, slobber and drool dripping down the corners of his mouth as he glares at the basket in your hands, smelling the hot food emitting from underneath the plaid patterned fabric.

“What a nice smelling basket you have there.” He growls, poking you in the chest with a claw as your body flinches back. He gives you a toothy grin at your reaction and swipes a claw across your chest, ripping the fabric with ease as you yelp, dropping the basket as you cover your bare chest. “I’m not very interested in that basket you have, though.”

Oh.

“You smell much more tasty,” You try to run, but a swipe of his arm and you’re forced against him, a sob leaving your throat as a claw presses against your adam’s apple. “Then whatever's in that basket there.” He says plainly, pointing at the basket on the ground as he kicks it aside, the contents spilling out onto the woodland floor.

“I could smell you from a mile away, I really could.” Slobber drips down onto your chest, and then you're trying your best to wipe it away with disgust plastered all over your face. “Luckily you took a wrong turn to your grandmother's house.”

What?

“You didn’t notice?” He cooes, two sets of claws dragging along your cheek. “I would’ve thought you noticed that I switched the signs.” Your eyes dart to the trees ahead and above you, fireflies dancing around as light up the scenery. How could you be so stupid? “Though I did get some help from some fairy folk. Perhaps it's your fault for not memorizing the way to her house?”

How does he know that you were visiting her? You choke up a sob as he grins down sadistically at you, showing off his teeth. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the specks of blood splattered in between.

“You visit her often, my dear.” He chuckles. “How could I have not noticed you by now? It's been weeks. Ah,” he sighs, dragging his claw down your leg as he rips more and more fabric, leaving you partly exposed to every watching eye in the forest. “Only now did I get so lucky.” You wince at the crisp feeling of the cold air on your exposed skin.

“You look so tasty…” You gasp and shudder away from him as he brings his face close to yours, taking in your scent as he groans quietly. “I wonder how your insides taste. They must be so sweet, every single one of them." He whispers hungrily, and then you’re suddenly lifted off your feet as your screams fill the air around you, trying to kick him away from you.

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you here; right now.” He snarls, slobber dripping onto your thighs as he brushes his mouth against them, and your cries cease almost immediately. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare at the fallen basket, alongside the now dirt covered goodies you had tucked away.

“Will you miss your basket, little red riding hood?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for it later.”

“Right after I’ve eaten you, of course. In more ways than one.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

a little food for you guys while i work on bigger fics :) fighting between marcus and alex’s fic lol

might introduce an oc from outside of tumblr idk… how do yall feel abt a male yandere barista??? or another werewolf man? :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere werewolf #werewolf #red riding hood #dead dove do not eat #possessive yandere

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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"Why don't you spend more time with me?"

"I even know everything about you. Right from your head to your toes."

"I love, love, love you."

"Thiiiiiiisss much!"

"Oh, why can't you love me too?"

- LOG 6.

⟽ 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕩?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere drabble #male yandere #x gn reader #male yandere x reader #drabble #dead dove do not eat

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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when can we see the acrobats bae 😍

maybe i’ll write abt them someday... ;>

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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☼⚠︎Oliver (Yandere! Spirit) x Gn! AFAB! Reader [NSFW]

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srry its my first time writing smut idk if it’s good…

the main part is here!

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TW(?) General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.).

Kink List: M!Dom and M!Sub traits (Switch), dub-con, cunnilingus (pussy-eating), fingering, PIV sex, praise kink, light cockwarming at the end.

Word count: Around 1.5k

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“Hello? It’s me.” Oliver knocks softly at your door, scratching at the wood jokingly in an attempt to frighten you, even a little. “Can I come in?”

At this hour?

After giving him the okay, he turns the knob and pushes open the door. A short glance at the clock tells you it’s much too late for visitors, let alone someone who was with you the whole day.

“I told you I would see you soon, didn’t I?” Soon as in maybe tomorrow, yeah, but a few hours later? In the dead of night? Yeesh. “I tried to occupy myself with other hobbies, yet I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Oliver makes his way over and lays down next to you, sinking himself into the covers. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

You’d rather get some shut eye, but even if you asked him to leave, it’s unlikely he would.

“Mind entertaining me for a little?” He says. “Let's talk for a bit more, darling, please?”

… Fine.

Oliver nods and unbuttons his vest, folding it and setting it aside on the bed. He sits down on the bed next to you and sighs, glancing outside the window.

It’s a really beautiful night out. Not a cloud in sight, and the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

“It’s gorgeous outside, isn’t it?” Yeah.

The strange silence between you two becomes uncomfortable rather quickly, and you can’t help but feel that he came into your room for an ulterior motive.

Alright. What does he-

“I don’t know why I feel this way.” He suddenly whispers, making you turn your head over to him in confusion. “You make me feel alive again; like my heart is still beating.”

Oh…

You frown, feeling a twinge of pity for him. Does he really miss being alive?

“I wonder what this feeling is.”

Or is it something else?

“Darling,” He whispers, outstretching his arms. “Come here.”

Uh.

“Here. Please.”

You bite back a wince. What if he does something; like take your soul? Well, if you even have one. But the way he’s looking at you seems so… Frantic? Like he really needs the hug. Even if you rejected him, what would he do?

You sigh and lean over, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you close. The freezing feeling of his body is so familiar now. Maybe it’s lucky that he got you used to it quickly?

“Thank you.” Oliver murmurs, and you shake your head. It’s the least you can do, since he showed you around the place. His hand snakes down to your lower back, rubbing small circles. It doesn’t take long to notice how his breathing has picked up compared to a few minutes ago.

“Do you prefer Alexander?” What?

“You heard me.” Oliver doesn't haven’t elaborate more on the topic, and you decide to shake your head in a refusal. It’s probably what he wants to hear. Either way, you don’t really know Alex yet, so yeah, it’s a bit reasonable to prefer Oliver over him.

“Do you mean that?” After you say yes, Oliver seems pleased at your answer, snuggling into your body.

“You feel so nice.” He smiles. “And warm…” He plants a small kiss on your neck, and both of you sit and cuddle in silence for a few seconds, until you feel the tremble of his hands, making you look-

… This man is fucking crazy.

Once you both meet eyes, his smile grows wider as he cups your cheek. You flinch back at the sudden motion and try to scoot yourself away from him, but he doesn’t even let you entertain that chance.

“Darling, darling,” He whispers frantically, his eyes wide with insanity once he grabs your wrist as he tugs you back into him. “Darling, I want to thank you with more than words. Darling, can I do that? Please?” He whimpers, and your body doesn’t even flinch. You expected something like this, but in the back of your head it’s screaming at you to pull back.

“Can I inspirit you?” Leave. Run. Do something. “I want to feel you so much more. Can I do that? Please?”

But you don’t care at this point, do you?

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

He’s so annoying.

Oliver breaks into happy, crazed laughter once you agree to his possession, and he pushes you down onto the bed with his hand on your heart, in similar fashion to how it went last time.

“I-I even asked this time. Aren’t I so good?” Good for common courtesy? “Right? Right?” You frown, but it’s wiped off your face instantly as his lips press against yours, his hand snaking in between your thighs as that warm feeling spreads throughout your body. A groan almost leaves your throat as his fingers press against your clothed cunt, and he sighs in content.

“You’re so cute.” He whispers, leaning back in to kiss you as he starts to rub up and down on your cunt. You glare at him, uttering a small stream of curses his way, blaming him for waking you up, until he suddenly stops. What’s his problem?

“Let me pull them down, please?” Oliver whines, and you hesitate a bit, but as soon as you give him the okay, he bends down, biting down on your panties, and using his teeth alongside his other hand to tug them down and off your body. He tosses your panties aside on the bed, going back in to kiss you as he starts to rub circles on your clit. You bite back the urge to moan and break the kiss with him, looking up at him, slightly annoyed, but it’s hard to fight the feeling going through your body.

“Are you mad at me?” Obviously. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself, you’re too pretty, darling.” He cooes, teasing your entrance with a warm finger while his thumb keeps on rubbing your bud. “I love your pussy, so much…”

My god. This man can really sweet talk, huh?

“Come to the edge of the bed.” He scoots himself off the bed, unbuckling his belt as you move over to the edge, and all of a sudden he drops onto his knees, grabbings your thighs as he brings you in closer to his face, practically panting at the sight of your…

Oh, wait-

You bite back a cry of pleasure, Oliver’s now warm tongue licks and sucks on your swollen clit, flicking his tongue up and down as you grab onto the bed sheets, gritting your teeth as you try not to moan out loud. What if someone else hears you? But it feels so good you almost don’t care.

His fingers start to tease your wet entrance again as he pushes his middle finger in, finally drawing a moan out of you as his fingers curl up and push deeper into you, still sucking on your clit as he starts to moan with you. “You taste so good.” Another finger makes its way in quickly as he pushes them in and out, making a mess all over his fingers.

Why the hell does this seem so intimate between you two?

“Darling, darling,” He whispers gently, the air in the room suddenly becoming so intoxicating for both of you. “Can I slip inside you? Please?”

Eh, why not.

He rises back up on his feet, slipping his pants a bit down for his cock to slip out. Precum already dribbles down from the tip, and his hands are practically shaking with excitement as he grabs onto your hips, pushing the tip of his cock against your hole. “... I’ll be gentle.” He murmurs, pushing it inside more as he whines at the feeling of finally being inside you.

“You’re so warm and wet, darling.” Oliver manages to choke out as he starts to thrust himself into you. You clutch onto the covers as you try to grasp the ridiculousness, yet so pleasurable aspects of the situation at hand.

Sex with a ghost, really? Yet he feels so fucking good inside you…

Oliver’s groans fill the empty space in the room as his thrusts start to pick up, his hands digging into your hips for support as he slams his hips into yours. “You’re so good for me, darling.” It feels like the room’s spinning; it’s getting hard to think about anything else.

“I can’t believe I get to be this lucky,” He whines. “This feels amazing, darling. I never want to stop feeling like this.” You reach up and cling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Once you do, he whispers gently in your ear, trying to fight back moaning himself.

“You’re so amazing…” You moan at his praise, arching your back as you feel your orgasm coming quicker than you expected.

“Are you going to cum?! Oh my god,” He groans, precum slipping down your thigh as he fucks into you. “You’re so tight. Yes, please cum for me, darling. Cum with me…”

It feels so good, no fucking way.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, gripping onto the sheets as your orgasm breaks through you, cum spilling all over his dick.

“Yes, yes!” He moans, slamming his hips into yours as he chases his own orgasm, and it finally comes for him with a loud moan as his cum spills into you.

“You came hard.” He whispers, gently picking you up as his dick still buried deep into you. He sits down instead, and your arms are around his neck and cling onto him, scared he’s going to drop you. Your head is still swirling and all fuzzy. “You did so good, darling. You don't mind if we stay together like this for a bit longer, right?”

How tiring…

“If you ever get tired of Alex tomorrow,” He kisses you right on your cheek, still feeling the fuzziness throughout your body. “Come,” Kiss. “To,” Kiss. “Me.” Kiss. “Immediately.” Kiss. He chuckles at your tired expression and fixes his crooked glasses. “And only me, okay? I won’t let it be anyone else.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

tbh i dont like how this turned out, and on a serious note, idk if im gonna write smut ever again but we’ll see ^^’

kept the kinks a bit light since this in my first go at it

also kept it kinda short bc i wanted to hurry up and post already :>

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader

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The day with Oliver.

UPDATE!

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Ghosts/Spirit Harem x GN! AFAB! Reader (Part 3)

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part 2 is here!

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Darkness rating ) 3/10: “A small prick, that's all it is.”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), violence, mentions of death.

Word count: Around 4k

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“Oh, you’re awake.” A familiar cold hand brushes against your cheek as he chuckles to himself happily, pleased at your awakening. “You were asleep for the whole night. That’s not common for us spirits. Good morning.” A soft, cold kiss is planted on your cheek as you open your eyes slowly, taking in the room around you, and the man dressed in new attire.

Oliver’s outfit looks more casual now, with a white dress shirt pulled up to his elbows, and a dark green vest.

Now, for the room…

It seems to be a guest room, not too decorated, but not bland either. There’s a vanity, a wardrobe, and… Oh lord, are you in a canopy bed? This whole thing looks beautiful, with the curtains draped over the top and closed, leaving you and Oliver alone. He watches you in interest as you sit up, setting a hand on your forehead.

What happened? You’re still so tired.

“You passed out, darling.” He sprawls out on the bed, setting his head on your lap as he sighs in content. He takes his glasses off and folds them, holding it to his chest. You ruffle and brush your fingers through his hair, twisting some of his blonde locks in between your thumb and index finger. It looks like there’s something he wants to say. Well?

“Did it hurt a lot?” He frowns and reaches up, caressing your cheek. “Edmund was too harsh with it. I think he was just too excited.” He grips the bedsheets under him and his frown deepens into a scowl. “I do hope he apologizes to you later.”

Oh god. Your mind flashes back to the pain you experienced, and you wince. But the memory vanishes as quickly as it came once you remember that Edmund had told Alex to take care of you.

Where is he?

Oliver chuckles. “I put up a fight to take care of you instead. Edmund was…” He sighs. “Quite rough about it.” He sees your worried face and smiles. “But it’s alright! I’m here now, aren’t I?” He says in a sing-song voice, pinching your cheeks gently as you scowl at the affectionate gesture.

Ouch.

“Edmund gave me a sort of schedule to start your day here.” He gestures to a large grandfather clock on the side of the room. “In about an hour, I’ll give you breakfast, and then I’ll show you around the mansion,” He clears his throat. “Properly, this time.” Oliver grins sheepishly. “Then by the time I’m done showing you around, it’ll be about lunchtime, and after lunch the rest of the day is ours, darling. Well, besides dinner.” He grins. “Perhaps we can play a trick on Alex? Maybe Dalton, if you would prefer?” What a rowdy man. You sigh and start to push him off your lap, confusion spreading onto his face as you try to stand, but your weak body holds you back. Oh god, your head is still spinning…

Oliver frowns. “Would you like a glass of water?” You shake your head, and try your best to push off the bed with your hands, your fingers squishing into the soft bed sheets and mattress beneath you. “No, please,” he grasps at your arm and tugs you lightly. “Rest more. We have an hour until breakfast, that’s enough time to get more sleep, surely?” You’d rather not sleep with a guy that didn’t tell you that he possessed you on a whim. You scowl and rip your arm from his grasp roughly, feeling content once he registers your irritation, and his to one of worry.

“I-I…” You try your best not to smile at his guilty expression, as he messes with his thumbs. “I didn’t know you…” He takes your hand, a tremble going through his hands that you didn’t notice before, and he brings it up to his mouth, planting a kiss on your knuckles. Your face softens once you notice that there’s a genuine guilt there, and you sigh.

Time for some revenge.

“Hey!” He frowns at first, but can’t hold back his smile as you pinch his cheek and wriggle your hand around, tugging on it. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry.” He whispers, looking up at you hopefully, probably expecting a sort of kiss.

Too bad.

“Do you mind if I spend some more time with you in the meantime?” Before you can say anything, he wraps his arms around you and pushes you down onto the bed, laughing as he feels your shiver and starts to complain at his freezing body.

“Pleaseee,” Oliver complains at your squirming and whines loudly in your ear, wrapping a leg around you. “Let me stay just like this with you for a little longer?”

“Now, this is another guest room, and as for down here…” He blabbers on and on to you as he shows you around the mansion, gesturing to every little painting and hallway that catches your eye. This whole tour is taking longer than you expected, but there really is more to this mansion than you thought there was. “Just around the corner,”

“This is our courtyard. Or, maybe not ‘courtyard’, per say. It’s more like a small garden.” He smiles, leading you down to the door and statues you saw before you passed out. “You were here before, obviously. Our real courtyard is in another part of the mansion, I’ll show you later.” He grips the handle and pulls the door open, bowing a little as you step outside for the first time ever since your…

Kidnapping? Yeah.

Ugh, at this point you’ve accepted your fate. It doesn’t even matt-

Oh wow, this garden is huge. And beautiful, too.

It seems like it’s a whole other building entirely, with a large, glass paneled canopy above you two, still letting the sun shine through to the flowers in rainbow-like patterns.

Flowerbeds line the pathway leading up to a large, somehow running, fountain in the middle of it all. A greenhouse lies in the right corner, the glass casing letting you see all the vegetables it hosts. You can see some tomato vines here and there. Ah, do spirits eat? Or is it just a hobby? How can they even grow these vegetables, and what do they do with the extra? Do they give it to the servants, and if they do, how do THOSE spirits eat? Does it work the same way?

Oliver notices your puzzled, but excited expression as he pushes you forward, letting you stumble closer to the flower beds. “They look pretty, don’t they?” You squat down in front of a flower bed, the dark purple pansies swaying softly in the wind. You can feel the presence of Oliver over you as you run your finger across some of the petals, feelings the velvety texture on your fingertips.

Uh.

His presence is getting a little uncomfortable.

You can feel the chill of his body lingering behind you as a shiver rises up your neck, a bit scared to say anything about it.

“Why’re you scared? I can feel it.” His two fingers walk up your back slowly. “Do I still frighten you, even now?” Oliver’s palm presses into your shoulder as he shakes you around jokingly, but it doesn’t make you feel any more at ease. “How sad.” He sighs, and lets you go, walking down the path to the fountain. You finally get the chance to rise back up on your feet, and he takes a seat at the edge of the fountain, resting his chin in his palm and he beckons to the courtyard.

“Well?” he starts. “It’s all pretty, isn’t it?” You nod slowly, and his eyes start to glimmer. Is he happy? “I’m glad you think so. Go ahead, take a pansy.” You look back down at the flowers, taking the time to scan through them to pick out the best one. You finally spot one you admire and pluck it from its stem, walking over to Oliver and taking a seat next to him. “Be careful not to fall into the water now.” His chilly hand rubs circles on your back affectionately, and you take the time to look at the flower closer. It’s oddly beautiful, even though it is just a plain old flower.

“Did you know that the flowers here never wilt once picked?” He flicks a petal with his finger, and smiles at you. “Edmund often decorates certain rooms with these flowers. As long as you tend to them while they’re still in the ground, they’ll stay beautiful forever once plucked.”

Beautiful forever… Why don’t they wilt?

“Eh. It’s the mansion’s magical properties. I’ve never really understood it,” He sighs. “I…” He hesitates. “Ugh. I’d rather you not talk to him at all, but ask Edmund about it, next time you see him in passing.” Twirling the short, ripped off stem of the flower, you can tell there was a sort of shift in Oliver’s mood once you mentioned the house. Is it a sensitive topic? Hmm.

“Not a sensitive topic, but I’m not too clear on the details.” But he lives here? How could he not know?

“Edmund is always a bit secretive about what happened. All I remember is that once I died, I was suddenly… Back.” Oliver flexes his fingers in one hand, continuing to twist the flower around in his other. Odd.

Very odd… There is more to this house than you thought.

“Let me confide in you. If you don’t mind? It won’t be too much.” He asks, looking up from the flower, and glancing at you hopefully.

You nod.

“I was a servant for the house, before my passing. I served under him alongside Dalton.” Oliver reaches over, his thumb brushing over your knuckles gently. “Obviously I was the better servant. Dalton had too much of a temper.” He tries to lighten the mood with a small joke, but sighs, and brings your hand up, kissing it gently. “I have no problems with my current state as a spirit, though, I wish the circumstances for my passing were different.” He places your hand right on his heart, the silence and lack of a heartbeat so familiar to you now. “I’m not even sure what happened that day.” Oliver seems lost in thought, his eyes clouding over. “I…”

… He isn’t okay.

“Hmm? Oh, no, it’s nothing.” He laughs it off with a smile, and you can’t help but frown. “Maybe someday I will tell you the whole story, but for now, having you here with me makes me feel as though I’m alive again. It makes me feel whole.”

You smile weakly at him, feeling pity, but at the same time curiosity fills you to the brim, wanting to know so much more about the mansion. Like, for example, who keeps this garden looking as good as it does?

Oliver’s body flinches once you ask, and he looks away.

What’s wrong?

“I’m sorry, it’s a bit embarrassing.” He whispers, and fidgets around with his thumbs nervously. “Originally, it was Alex who took care of things around here, but I’ve always had a fascination with gardening, and when I was alive I-” He cuts himself off, scowling deeply as he glances away from you. “Nevermind, darling, it’s nothing, I just…” He pauses. “Like to plant flowers. They’re all unique in their own way, like you.” He turns back to you with a smile, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek.

It’s another topic he doesn’t want to touch on, you can tell.

If he won’t talk about it, maybe someone else will? But that’s for later.

“Now, I guess I should show you the rest of the mansion. Come on.” He springs up on his feet, beckoning you up with an eager hand. You smile at his sudden burst of enthusiasm as you take his chilly hand, getting sort of used to the feeling as his fingers intertwined with yours, tugging you up and out of the courtyard. “Then, I’ll serve you lunch!”

This food is… Bomb. What the fuck?

You stare at the delicious morsels on your plate, fidgeting with the fork in your hand in delight. It’s surprising that they didn’t just feed you rotten apples with dirty tree bark as a side. These ghosts can really cook!

Well, a ghost. Who made this? You turn over to Oliver and raise a brow. You know damn well it wasn’t him. How the hell do they have ACTUAL food here anyway? They’re all ghosts. Or spirits, you don't even know anymore. It works interchangeably.

“Oh, well…” It looks like he doesn’t know the answer either. Suddenly, he makes a small box with his hands. “When certain things are within the mansion grounds, it acts as normally as it would with the living.” Hmm. ��Such as the flower's ability to bloom, or, er… The electricity for example!” Oliver points to a small lamp in the corner of the room. “And for how we get the food, it’s simple, really.”

You raise a brow in curiosity, stuffing another portion of your meal in your mouth as he continues.

“The mansion provides whatever we need. Whether it’s meat or something else, we have it.” Holy shit, that’s so cool… “As for who cooked your meal,” He beckons his hand to the plate, pushing his glasses up his face with his other hand.

“We have a chef.” You stop picking up food on your fork, looking at him in shock. There’s ANOTHER inhabitant in here? “His situation is a bit more odd compared to ours, so he’s not around often, besides to cook.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Which uh, isn’t often at all.”

Understandable. These ghosts don’t need to eat, so why bother?

Damn, this is actually fantastic.

… Does he want any?

“Can we eat?” He tilts his head at your question, but then nods. “Yes, inside the house grounds, we can eat. We just don’t digest it normally.”

Good. You stab up some food on your fork, holding it up to his face. Jeez, the look of happiness on his face should be documented forever.

“Oh, me?” He chirps excitedly as you waggle the fork in front of his face, poking at his mouth. “Ah, okay, okay, darling.” He chuckles. “Aah.” Suddenly, you stuff the food in his face harshly, pleased and amused at the look of shock on his face as you pull the fork out. Oliver scowls, but starts to chew slowly, his face of displeasure turning into one of contentment.

“Yum.” He licks his lips and beckons you with a hand, and you feed him again, more gently this time. Happy chuckles as he chews the food fills the air, as he fidgets with the cuffs of his sleeves. “I have to thank our chef for that one.” Maybe you’ll get to meet him, too?

He sees the interested expression on your face, and frowns a bit.

“Hopefully you don’t have to see him around too much. His temper isn’t as bad as Dalton, yet it’s still there.” You shiver at the thought of both Dalton and this chef getting in an argument, or even worse, being stuck in the middle of it. “Either way, I’m all you really need here.” He grins. “Oh, I have an idea! How about you move to my room?”

No.

“Awwh.” He frowns, but his face quickly lights up once you get ready to feed him another portion of your meal. He opens his mouth and accepts it happily. “I can’t believe you’re feeding me…” Oh, his face looks strangely euphoric. “It’s like we’re really partners, huh?” You draw your hand back, preparing yourself for anything that might happen next, and surely enough, the lights in the dining hall start to flicker frantically. His chuckles ring out oddly in your head, and you scowl, hitting him on the head quickly.

“Ouch.” He frowns, snapping out of his trance, and instantly adjusting his glasses again.

“And after this, I have an idea on what we can do.” He stands up, brushing himself off. “Let’s play a joke on Alexander, yes?”

A bit mean-spirited, but as long as it doesn’t hurt him…

“Great!” Oliver chuckles, clapping his hands together excitedly. “As soon as you finish your dinner, we’re off, alright?”

“Right here.” This looks like a sort of common room. A large table lies in the middle of the small room, with a comfy couch and some books piled on top of both. There’s some loose cloth and needle on the couch.

“Just a moment, darling. I’ll get everything. I’ll try to be quick.” He presses a soft, chilly kiss on your cheek and you watch him jog over to the stairs, vanishing quickly.

Huh. What kind of prank are you two goinng to play?

You hope it’s not too mean. It’d be best not to provoke the inhabitants here, since their true intentions are still-

“Sweetheart?”

… Alexander?

You turn, seeing Alex peek out a wall, and once your eyes meet each others, he breaks out into a wide smile as makes his way over quickly.

“Hello.” He says softly, holding Pochi by the arm, Pochi falling loosely by his side. “I’ve, er, wanted to talk to you all day. I saw you and Oliver in the courtyard a while ago.” He pauses, looking at you up and down before continuing. “How has your day been?”

Eh, nothing special-

Oh my god, you can ask him about the garden!

“The… Garden?” He frowns. A frown? Uh oh. “Yes, I used to tend to it. Why?” You didn’t think this far ahead. “Ugh. Does it look terrible? I knew Oliver shouldn‘t have been entrusted to it.” No, no- “Incompetent bastard.” He hisses hatefully, clutching Pochi’s arm tighter as Pochi swings loosely from his hand. “He can’t do anything right.” A soft, growl rings in the air, but you can’t tell if it’s coming from Pochi or some unknown entity in the room with you.

“Is he treating you well? No pranks have been done on you, right?” His face softens once you answer his question with a swift nod. “If he’s bothering you throughout the day, you can always come to me instead.” He smiles. “It was supposed to be me taking care of you anyway, but Oliver wanted to throw a temper tantrum about it.” He scoffs, swinging Pochi up into his arms, and cuddling him close to his chest. “Honestly, he isn’t fit to be taking care of someone anyway, let alone you.” Alex’s frown deepens as he winces, and grits his teeth lightly. “Bastard can’t even-”

“You know, if you want to talk about someone, Alexander,” Oliver comes walking back into the room, throwing the stuff aside on the table with a loud bang. You would look at it to see what he got, but the rising conflict in front of you is so much more interesting. He seems so, so unhappy, but you can tell he’s hiding it all. “Perhaps you should tell that person yourself? Instead of gossipping like a child?” He sneers up at Alex, enjoying it a lot as Alex clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed at Oliver’s sudden appearance.

This isn’t good.

“Perhaps you should take your little rabbit and hop on back to your sewing room.” Oliver says, rather roughly than you anticipated. “You should go back and play dress up with that doll of yours. So you can leave me and my darling alone, yes?” Damn.

“Your darling?” Alex glares at Oliver, and your eyes turn up at the lights as they start to flicker.

“Yes, mine. Are your ears so full of wax, you can’t hear correctly?” Oliver snaps back. Now why the hell do you have to be in the middle of this?

“Why don’t you go back in the garden and pluck some flowers?” Alex grumbles. “Perhaps if you stuck some to your face, it could fix that hideous complexion of yours.”

It looks like the mood has shifted between the two, with Alex now having the sneer on his face, while Oliver scowls deeply. The chandelier above you three starts to rattle and shake, and you back up a bit to give the two some space. Even just being near them, you can feel the chilly aura start to emit from the two, making you hug yourself for any sort of warmth you can get.

“Watch your mouth, tailor.”

“Learn how to wait your turn then, you imbecile.” Alex snaps harshly, Pochi still as inanimate as ever. You look at Oliver to see his hand shaking, almost as if he- Is he going to throw a punch?

Oh no.

You grab Oliver’s arm and tug him towards you, seemingly breaking the tension between them as they turn to you. Jeez, they can’t even talk properly without fighting? Especially about you?

“... Sorry.” Oliver mumbles, and you turn back to Alex, his displeased expression still clearly there. At this point, it looks like neither of them can wait their turn. How obsessed with you are they? You frown and tug Oliver closer, pointing to the things on the table, and signaling for him to get it.

He understands instantly, but you notice he gives Alex a quick smirk before gathering the stuff.

“Sweetheart…” Alex grumbles, angrily wrapping his hand around Pochi’s ear and giving it a couple of tugs. With a long sigh and a click of your tongue, you reach up to rub his shoulder comfortingly, and you can feel him start to ease up.

Maybe it’s not you. They probably just fight and bicker like this all the time. Right?

Right?

“I’ll see you soon.” Alex frowns, biting his lip lightly as he looks down at you. A small whimper follows his frown, but he shakes his head and a smile replaces it as he waves you goodbye, walking off.

“Idiot.” Oliver hisses, every item in his hands. “We can't even play the joke anymore.” You finally glance at his arms to see a rope, a bucket- Is that a knife?!

“Oh. Don’t worry, that was just to cut the rope up.” He couldn’t get a pair of scissors? It looked like he was going to stab him. Ugh.

Maybe it is time for you two to call it quits until dinner…

“Was dinner good?” Oliver pinches your cheeks jokingly, shifting around in your bed as you drop your book in your lap. He’s so annoying. “I’m sad you didn’t let me have a bite.” You can’t even read the damn book in peace.

Nah. That food was too good to share; he’s lucky you even fed him the first time. Maybe you’ll send your compliments to the chef later.

“Awwh, you’re so mean.” He presses multiple kisses on your cheek, making shivers go up your spine as you wince at the feeling.

Most of the time here, you’ve forgotten of your kidnapping entirely. Luckily, they haven’t tried to harm you at all, besides the initial kidnapping. But no, no, you WON’T be a victim of stockholm syndrome, not you.

“Is something wrong?” Oliver stops and sets a hand on your thigh under the covers. “You’re staring off into space, darling.”

He frowns at your answer and sighs. “Personally, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t have taken you in such a rough manner.” How the hell did he know what you’re thinking about? He smiles at your dumbfounded face, and cups it in between his hands. Oh my god, it’s so cold. “I always know what my darling is thinking about. I’ve known all day.” With a small kiss on your lips, he starts to laugh a little. “I’m so happy you’re here!” It looks like his feelings get the best of him, as he pulls you into a tight hug. It feels like you’ve just been thrown in a fridge…

“You drive me crazy,” He giggles. “You’re so cute.”

“Ah, look at the time.” He whimpers, and you glance up at the grandfather clock, setting your book aside on your dresser. Huh. Time flew by today, and you hate to admit it but…

It was kind of fun. The whole day, with some hot spirit practically obsessed with you? Well damn.

Oliver pushes himself up and off the bed, fixing the glasses that were crooked on his face as he turns back to you.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave, but Edmund would scold me if I stayed with you tonight.” Oliver smiles sadly. “Good night, darling.” He gives you one last, small kiss on your forehead, before taking his leave with a small wave. “I’ll see you sometime soon, okay?”

You wave him goodbye too, as the door clicks shut behind him.

Wait a minute. Soon? Not tomorrow?

....Eh, maybe you’re looking too into it.

Ah.

Hopefully, you’ll be able to enjoy the rest of your night in peace...

want to read the extra smut part? here it is :)

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

IM FINALLY BACK WITH THE WRITING!!! it feels good to be back :)

not sure if im going to write alex right off the bat, or if im going to work on smth else. might do marcus next from my lil yandere bartender/college classmate series :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #dead dove do not eat #male yandere x reader #yandere ghost

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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Trick or treat

YOU GET A TRICK!!! BOO!!!

jk lol, you get a treat <3

“Happy Halloween, darling.” He smirks, shaking the small bag of candy in front of you. Your eyes trail up to the bag slowly, too weak and drained to do anything else. “I got all of our favorites, take a look.” The restraints around your wrists are scratching at your skin, and the tape around your ankles is so irritating.

He sets the bag down on his desk, but every single piece in there looks so unappetizing. Knowing him, he might’ve even laced every single piece in there,

“Aww, darling.” He frowns, but then shakes his head and leans down, giving you a small kiss on your cheek. “You’ll get used to this soon enough, don’t worry.”

What a horrifying thought.

“Maybe later, I can give you a treat?” He picks at the buckle on his belt, sighing dreamily. at the thought of you two making love. He’s so sickening. “No trick, I promise.” <3

this was an excuse for me to write smth rq lol, happy halloween!!!

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yancore #yandere drabble #dead dove do not eat #male yandere x reader #drabble

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

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this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

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TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #not proofread #circus

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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"Oh, welcome to the mansion, darling!"

"It feels like I've been waiting for you for hundreds of years..."

"And now that I have you,"

"I wont ever let you go. You'll lay with me here in between these walls for eternity."

"Doesn't that sound wonderful, dear?"

- LOG 5, OLIVER.

⟽ 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕩?

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yancore #male yandere x reader

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constesplanetarium · 7 months

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꧁•⊹٭𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘.٭⊹•꧂

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Ghosts/Spirit Harem x GN! AFAB! Reader (Part 2)

UPDATE!

Darkness rating ) 5/10: “Need a bandaid?”

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part 1 is here!

WE ARE BACK W THE GHOST BOYS!!!! you get to meet the other two this time ;)

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CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), blood, violence, kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4.2k

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A quick turn of your heel and you're off the way you came, almost tumbling down onto the carpet a couple of times. The spirit's laughter rings above you as you glance up, a bunch of small, blob-like figures in the air. They’re all grinning as you take a right, down another long corridor. You can feel the adrenaline pumping in your veins as you turn down another hallway, slowing down once you notice that the candles aren’t lit here. You reach for your flash-

Oh yeah. You left your backpack in the sewing room. You grumble and squint your eyes in the darkness, trying to let your eyes adjust quickly. Who the hell was the figure anyway? It didn’t look like Oliver or Austin. You lean against a wall and start to think to yourself.

Is there really any point in trying to escape from the courtyard anymore? Maybe you should break a window or something.

… With what fucking tools are you gonna break that window with? Maybe you can grab a candle holder or a hard book. But there’s still the broken glass issue.

Maybe it’s time to wave the white flag? Should you go find this Edmund yourself? None of these spirits have been hostile, nor have they tried to kill you.

Once you open your eyes, the pitch darkness meets you again, but it’s a bit clearer to see now. You take a glance to your left, then your right, and just start to wander aimlessly. The moonlight shining through the windows guides your way as you peer at every little door you see. This mansion is as big as a castle, isn’t it? Should you try calling Edmund’s name?

After a few minutes, you’re still walking, seeing the occasional servant spirit here and there. You can hear some giggles and cheers as you pass by, and at this point you’re just waving and smiling at the spirits. They’re surprisingly very sweet… Though, you did try to ask a few of them where Edmund was, and all they did was laugh and float away.

Then you take a sharp turn, and you jump at the sight of a familiar face. Not one you’ve talked with before, but one you’ve seen in the portraits. It looks like he’s looking around for something.

You look around for a place to hide and observe, but there's nothing you can use to hide in the hallway. He turns your way quickly, and you see some recognition in his eyes, but he scowls soon after.

“Oh, it’s you.” The guy grumbles and fists his hands in his pockets. His suit is similar to Olivers, but more tattered and ragged. Certain buttons are loose or missing altogether, and some of the frills on his sleeves are ripped. His caramel-like skin matches well with his messy, dark brown hair, and the red and gold of his tattered suit. “You’re the visitor, aren’t you?” A quick nod from you is all he needs for his mood to shift. His shoulders ease up and his eyes soften, a sigh leaving his mouth. “There’s no point in being too rough with you, I guess. Edmund would have my head if I did that.” So this is Dalton?

“That’s right.” he says, fidgeting with a loose button on his suit. “You must be looking for Edmund at this point.” It looks like he’s trying to hold back a chuckle, with the way he’s smiling. “Have you given up on leaving on your own accord?” You heave a long, tired sigh, but admit defeat with a slow nod, and his smile grows wider. “What a shame, but it’s less work for me. Come now.” At least he’s straight to the point, unlike the other two.

He isn’t very chatty, just walking aside you in silence as your footsteps are muffled by the carpet. You wish you could ask him questions about the mansion, but he probably wouldn’t answer you.

“Why’d you come here?” Ah, there’s a suspicious tone there. He’s trying to dig for info. You blabber out the same excuse that you gave Oliver, and he raises a brow.

“Oh really? Just curiosity?” He scoffs. “Now do you realize how stupid you are for coming here? After dealing with those two idiots, aren’t you-” A flash of embarrassment shows up on his features, but he shakes his head lightly and lets out a sigh. “Nevermind.”

Ugh. What’s his deal? You frown at the light insult he threw your way, and he registers your irritation. “I, erm…” He shakes his head again, and doesn’t say anything else. So no apology?

The very least he can do is answer a question you have.

“Possession? I’m sorry?” You explain to him what you felt during the time, but make sure not to go too into detail. Some things are better left private. You watch his face shift more and more into discontent. His breathing becomes heavy as he scowls. “It wasn’t a full possession by the way you’re explaining it. Only partial.” So a sort of half-possession? What the hell? “During a possession like that, it just lets you… Feel the person you're possessing.” So Alex wanted to touch you? Huh.

“Stop talking about him.” He snaps at you, and you flinch at his sudden outburst. “I don’t want to hear his fucking name come out your mouth. I don’t want to hear about him touching you, both him and Oliver, it’s disgusting.” What the fuck? “Treating the new visitor in that way, they can’t even go a day without satisfying their urges. They’re disgusting.” Giggles and soft shrieks ring above you as you look up, a bunch of spirits hearing him gossip about the other two. Once you catch them, they all start to laugh and vanish quickly. It looks like Dalton’s more angry at them being there than you, but he holds himself back from saying anything else.

Alright, never ask Dalton any questions. That’s a good mental note.

Both of you are silent again for the next few seconds, until he points to a double door on your right. You walk up and tug on the handle, but it doesn’t budge. His soft chuckling rings in your head as grabs the opposite handle, a small click signaling to you that it's open as he pulls on it.

You peer inside to be met with a dark and gloomy, yet beautiful study. The moonlight illuminates the room enough for you to see decently well. Books are strewn all over the place, and papers as well. There’s the regular sofa and chair, with a small table set in the middle. Around the right corner, there’s a desk and a couple of quills that seem unused. This mansion has a lot of studies, huh? You wonder how many people really lived here in the mansion.

Until, y’know, the haunting.

“You didn’t get to spend a lot of time with either of them, right?” Once you walk into the room and agree, a small smile creeps onto his face, but he covers it with his hand, grunting a bit. “Mm, okay.” A small, shaky sigh leaves him as he sits down. “We won’t be distracted then.” Relief velvets his voice as he takes a seat and leans back on the sofa. Ah, so he was planning something after all. You smirk and take a seat next to him, asking him just that.

“Well, it’s not like you have anything better to do.” He says. “Both of them just wasted your time anyway. They had ample time to take you to Edmund, yet they didn’t.” He clenches his fist and utters a small curse. “It’s only fair that I get my turn.” He whispers, and you can’t help but feel your life may potentially be in danger now.

But do you care?

“So what? Are you playing with their hearts or something?” He takes a glance at you to see your reaction, and you shake your head in a refusal. “Even if you were, it’s likely they wouldn’t be able to tell for a while. They’re idiots.” Your eyes can't help but analyze his demeanor, noticing every twitch and shake of his hands is kind of interesting. Does he hate them that much?

His hands ease at your question, and he stares at you with sincerity. “I, ah,” His fingers clasp together, and he rubs his left thumb on his right, an uneasy look in his eyes. “I consider hate to be a… Strong word.” It looks like he’s uncomfortable.

Best not to push.

With a small shake of your head, you reach over to rub his thigh comfortingly, but your hand phases right through, and you start to shiver. It’s still confusing how sometimes you can touch them and other times you can’t. Dalton grabs your wrist and raises your hand up a little, setting it back on his thigh. You can never get over that cold feeling all of them have.

“I don’t need your pity, but thank you.” He murmurs, rubbing your hand slowly. “It’s not a sensitive topic by any means, it’s just a bit… Embarrassing, I suppose.” Dalton smiles at you, with a certain softness in his eyes. “I’ll tell you more about it later.”

Hey, this small talk isn’t so bad. You can feel your nerves to relax, taking the chance to sink into the soft sofa, and he looks over at you.

“I’m better than Alex and Oliver, aren’t I?” He says. You tilt your head a bit at the sudden question. Is he trying to make himself look better? He notices your confusion and his smile grows wider. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

Nothing, huh?

He bites his lip as you stare at him, shuffling around in place. You can’t see well, but you can see him enough to the point where you watch his chest rise up and down faster. “Don’t look at me like that. Please.” He grasps his left hand in his right, rubbing his palm with his thumb. “It’ll be hard to hold myself back.”

After a couple of seconds, it doesn’t take him long to fold at all, as he scoots closer yo you, caressing your cheek. “You would make a beautiful painting.” Dalton speaks quietly, like he’s afraid someone will hear him. “You’re like a flower.” Strangely, that's a cute compliment coming from him. You smile up at him and embrace him, feeling his cold aura and body around you. Lord, it’s like you're hugging a snowman.

Might as well embrace these boys at this point.

His cold tongue slips against yours as he kisses you, breaking the kiss to nibble desperately at your bottom lip. “Let me just be with you a little longer before I take you to Edmund. I won’t do that possession thing that they did. I’m better than those two, aren’t I?” It’s debatable. You’re not sure if you would really care at this point. “Right?” Plus, he’s really damn cold… “You smell so nice, you taste so good, I can’t…” Dalton groans as you rub your hand against his crotch, moving it up and down to gain some friction.

His hips buck slowly against your hand, savoring every feeling as he moans softly in your ear. “You’re so warm, oh…” A stupid grin spreads on your face as you look up at him. He looks so euphoric, it’s pretty funny.

Also pretty damn hot.

Dalton jumps as both of you turn your heads to the bookshelf on the side of the room. A bunch of books had just fallen and hit the ground with a loud thud.

“What the hell…” He whines as you move your hand from his crotch, and you glance up at the ceiling instinctively.

Oh.

It looks like you both had some voyeurs.

“You damn…” Dalton hisses and climbs off of you, standing up. “None of you can give me a moment's peace, huh?!” Dalton yells angrily at the spirits above you two, fits of shrieks and laughter filling the room. All the spirits vanish at once, leaving you and Dalton in an embarrassing silence.

Damn spirits, cockblocking you.

“Ugh.” He clicks his tongue and looks back at you, clearly displeased. “... Let me take you to Edmund now, yes?”

Unfortunately, yes.

“There you are, darling!” Oliver’s voice rings out as you feel his chill body push against yours once he pulls you into a tight bear hug. “I thought I told you to wait in the library? What’re you doing with-” He glares at Dalton. “Him?”

“I found them wandering the hallway after you did such a terrible job of taking care of them, Oliver.” Dalton snaps at him. Both of them glare at each other, until Alex has to break the ice.

“Let the visitor go, Ollie. Edmund needs to see them.” Alex grumbles and Oliver hesitantly lets you go, glaring at both men as he stands by your side. You finally get a look at the man in the middle of the room, seated in a large chair behind a desk. There are so many studies here, huh?

“I finally get to meet you, visitor. I’ve been waiting quite some time, you know?” A calm, cheerful voice rings out from him, and he gives you a bright smile.

He has medium length black hair, alongside an odd monocle as he waves over to you with a white gloved hand, covering his tan skin. His black suit is more fancy than Oliver’s and Daltons combined, covered in gold and silver engravings all over, tied up nicely together with a black rose pin right above his heart. There’s some light stubble on his face, and you can automatically tell he’s a bit older than everyone else in the room. Perhaps around late twenties to early thirties before his death day?

“Please, sit.” He points to the chair across from him, and you can hear Oliver and Dalton behind you as you take a seat. Edmund peers up at the two, “Excuse me, I’d like to speak with the visitor alone, please.” His smile widens as you hear the light groans of annoyance of Oliver, and a small click of the tongue from Dalton. You take a small glance at Alex to see his face shift into one of annoyance, “Oh.” But he looks down at you and flashes you a quick smile before taking his leave.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Oliver rubs your shoulder before taking his leave as well, and Dalton just nods at you before following Oliver out.

“Good riddance, am I right?” Edmund chuckles as the door shuts loudly behind them all, making you jump. “I’m only kidding.” A loud lock of the knob makes you feel a bit uneasy. If this is the big boss of them all, who knows what he could do? “Please don't be frightened. I’d just rather not be interrupted while conversing with you.” You bite the inside of your lip and wait for him to speak some more.

“I didn’t even get to introduce myself. It seems that everyone else has done that job for me, but I’d prefer to do it properly.” He rises up from his seat, bending over the table as he reaches his hand out. “I’m Edmund, as you know. Edmund Castiello.” You take his hand, surprised at how warm it is compared to the other men. Is it because of his gloves? He brings it up to his lips, kissing the back of your palm gently. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, visitor.” He takes his seat again, interlacing his fingers and placing them under his chin, his elbows resting on the table. “I do hope none of them gave you too much trouble?”

You wish.

“Ah,” Edmund laughs and claps his hands together. “They all got too excited that you’re here, I presume? They’ve always been a rowdy bunch. Please excuse their behavior. I’ll chastise all of them for it later.” You shake your head and stammer out an excuse for all of them. Rowdy, sure. But it wasn’t like you had a bad time with each of them…

“Are you sure?” He frowns. “Treating a guest with such…” He pauses, fidgeting with his gloves. “Rude, and not to mention inappropriate behavior isn’t tolerated here.” You laugh it off with a smile, and his shoulders seem to ease up from your laughter. “Very well.”

Oh. Speaking of all of them, shouldn’t you mention the possession?

Yeah.

“Possessing? But only partially?” He sighs and fidgets with a lock of his hair. “Ah, yes. Our way of connecting with humans and creatures alike.”

Connecting?

“We just call it partial possession,” he starts. “It’s nothing too extravagant. It just allows us spirits to be able to really touch the person we’re possessing. If it were a full possession, we would just take control over your whole body in general.” He drags a gloved finger down the desk slowly. “We can control your actions to some extent, but if you really do fight it, it can be broken easily.” He sighs. “It looks like Oliver hit you harder than Alex. He has always been a bit more aggressive and eccentric.”

… Oliver? He possessed you?

“Oh? You… You don’t remember?” A frown spreads onto his face, followed by a short sigh and a small face palm. “It was your first time being possessed, of course you don’t remember.” The air around you two suddenly becomes thick, and you shuffle into your seat uncomfortably. “He had told me about it, but I had no idea you didn’t-” He clenches his fist, and takes a heavy breath in and out in an attempt to calm himself. “I’ll punish him for that later.” He whispers, returning his gaze back to you. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

It’s not like you were really fighting the possession though, so…?

“When you saw the lights flicker, it distracted your mind from the situation at hand. That’s why it broke the possession. Since it was your…” He clears his throat. “First time, I can only assume it was because Oliver can’t properly possess yet. In Alexander’s case, I guess your urge to leave overpowered the fact that you wanted to ride his cock.” Your face warms up as you break eye contact with Edmund. You can hear him softly tapping on his desk, and you feel him bare a hole in your head with just his gaze. He doesn’t seem pleased.

“It’s natural to feel that way towards someone you find attractive.” He says softly, in a sort of sweet tone that makes you start to melt in your seat. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, beloved.” He tries to smile, but you can tell he’s still bothered by your attraction to Alex. “Back to the topic of Possession, yes? Let me demonstrate.”

Oh? Of course, he wants his turn, too. Are you going to keep being passed around like this?

… Eh. You don’t really care.

“Now, see how when I touch you, it feels warmer?” He rises up and bends over the table, almost knocking over a small bottle of ink you didn’t see at first. He sets a gloved hand on your heart, and then he drags his finger down from your shoulder to your chest, and you sigh in content. God, that feels good. “Hmm.” He pushes his seat back with his foot, and it bumps into the bookshelf behind it with a loud bang. This doesn't seem to phase him as he comes up to your side and cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. “Are you not scared, beloved?”

Considering the fact that this is your fourth time at things, no.

“How odd.” Your reaction, or lack thereof, doesn’t seem to deter him as he leans in close, kissing you on your forehead. Your eyes widen at the unexpected gesture. Your forehead instead of your lips?

“I can wait my turn. For the right moment.” His small smile breaks into a grin, pleased at your reaction as the warmness fades from your body. He leans against his desk and lets out a sigh. “Though, it is difficult to hold myself back… Do you feel the same way?”

You give him a small smile, and he fixes his gloves around the wrist. “Well then, it’s time to…” He seems lost in thought for a moment, but he turns his gaze back to you with a familiar smile. “Reconcile with the group, yes? I wish I didn’t have to cut this short so early, but it’s quite urgent.”

“Darling!” Oliver waves happily as you step into the main exit hall. It looks like he was waiting for you eagerly at the entrance, similar to a puppy, while Alex was standing off to the side, looking around as he mindlessly pet Pochi’s head. Dalton was leaning against the wall, fidgeting with the buttons on his suit again. There are another two statues on the outside of the door, the same creatures you couldn’t comprehend last time, but now as you get a better look at it, it might be a sort of feline. Just by peering out the window beside the door, you can tell it's the courtyard. There are several flower beds outside, and maybe even a greenhouse, but that's all you can really see from here.

“Welcome back.” Dalton hums and stops leaning on the wall, making his way over to you. Oliver does the same.

“Hello.” And so does Alex in the middle. They’re even more intimidating once you bunch them up and let them get as close to you as they are right now.

“Give the visitor space, will you?” Edmund says behind you, setting a hand on your shoulder as he shoos away the other boys with a motion of his hand. They all grumble incoherently and take a step back.

“I do hope you had a nice time today.” He rubs your shoulder and swivels around so he’s standing in front of you.

Finally getting a good look at all of them together, you tilt your head a bit. They all look like a pretty good unit together. A team. Maybe a family?

You find yourself filled with a soft, warm feeling as you brush the thought off. It’s just you piecing things in your head that aren’t real.

From what you’ve seen so far, these boys literally hate each other. Except for Edmund.

Welp, it was fun while it lasted. Time to go home.

“Home?” Alex tilts his head, and Pochi’s head seems to bob to the side as well. “What do you mean?”

What?

Oh.

Of course.

That’s what Edmund meant when he said he can “wait his turn”.

As soon as you stepped into the mansion, you were bound here.

“Did you think you were leaving?” Dalton says, looking at you with a sort of pity. Something inside you wanted to hold onto that hope, but…

“Oh, poor, poor beloved. I’m sorry for not telling you.” Edmund cooes and holds the sides of your head lovingly, running his freezing fingers through your hair. Everything feels so much colder. It hurts a little, like it’s pricking into your skin. “It’s okay, it’s only for a little while. We all just love you here so much, in such a short amount of time. You’re a very interesting person, see,” He leans in close, whispering against your lips with a shaky breath. “Let us continue watching you.”

There’s a sudden ringing in your head, to the point where you can feel a small trickle of blood pour out. Your eyes roll back in the back of your head as you aggressively cough out spurts of blood, all of it spilling out onto the carpet, staining it with a dark crimson. You can’t see what’s around you anymore. Your vision is so blurry. Everything hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

“We’ll be here when you wake up, beloved.” It hurts. “Alex, watch over them.”

Your body is so weak you can’t even protest, and you fall into a cold grasp of a familiar blonde-headed man. All he does is smile down at you as your world fades to black.

part 3 is here!

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

sorry for not posting in a week, i got hit w a mean burnout. had to make this part a little shorter so i could get it out

BUT IM BACK!!

ill prolly work on the 3rd part in a bit

PS. it’s olivers part, you spend the day w him :]

its in the order you met them, so next its alex, then dalton, and then edmund <3

ngl, im really in love with these characters already. i think after this series is done i might drop the yandere aspect and flesh them out as real oc’s of mine w deeper lore <3

OR I CAN DO BOTH LIKE WRITE THEM W AND WITHOUT YANDERE ASPECTS IF YALL WANT!!!

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #dead dove do not eat #male yandere x reader #obsessive yandere #yandere ocs #yandere ghost

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☼⚠︎ Yandere Stalker/Kidnapper x Gn! AFAB! Reader (Part 2)

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Feel that shiver up your spine?”

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part 1 is here!

my friend wanted me to write another one ;) SHAME HER NOT ME!!!!

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DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT.

This work contains potentially sensitive content to some. Please be careful.

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CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

Violence, aggression, and drugging.

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“Say ‘aah’!” The piece of food stuck on the fork hits your lips, and you scowl at him. What if he poisoned it? Drugged it? It’s not like he’s afraid of drugging you since he’s done it before. He pouts and scoots his chair in front of you a bit closer to yours, his knees bumping into the front of your chair. The ropes around your wrists are getting more irritating, and at this point you would’ve preferred duct tape. Why the hell is he trying to be nice to you in the first place?

If he wanted to fuck you, just get on with it.

“Aw, c’mon baby, you know you have to eat.” You don’t even know his name. “I made it just for you! You don’t want to eat? Not at all?” It is a little tempting. The food looks and smells delicious, and he’s making it a point to hold the plate near you, so the steam goes all in your face. Luckily, your fear overrides the need to eat at the moment. “Pleaseee? It’s good, I promise it is! Look.” He stuffs the food in his mouth and starts to chew, not breaking eye contact with you for even a moment. He stabs up some more food onto the fork, and holds it up to your mouth again, wagging the fork around a bit, as if to entice you. He swallows the food he had just ate and smiles. “See? C’mon and take a bite.”

No.

You glare at him and shake your head slowly, muttering a small curse about how you think about him and his food.

Honestly, his food can get thrown in the trash, and him too for all you care.

His smile drops on almost an instant. “Open your mouth.” He snaps, and you shake your head in a refusal. You’re not eating that shit.

The plates suddenly dropped onto your naked lap, the hot ceramic slowly stinging your skin as you wince. He aggressively grabs your face and shakes it side to side, the stinging getting even worse as you cry out in pain. “Look how nice I've been treating you, baby. I can be a lot more meaner than this, you know? Open your mouth.” The hot food is practically shoved in your mouth, the fork almost stabbing into your cheek. Your legs start to shake as you try to shove the scalding plate off, but he takes the plate off for you, only slightly. You guess he doesn’t want the food to spill. The ceramic still stings your skin as he holds it at an angle. “Chew it.” You almost don’t do what he asks, but you can see how angry he’s getting. He might stab you again if you aren’t careful. You start to chew the food, and it surprises you on how good it really tastes. But you aren’t going to give him that satisfaction.

His face shifts back to a smile and he sits back down in the chair. “Good, huh?” He slides the plate back into his hand, setting down a piece of cloth to prevent it from heating his lap up. His cold hand rubs your thigh affectionately, trying to comfort you from his own mistake. “I have to make sure you eat, okay? You were asleep for a… A while.” After that, he giggles and takes some more food on a fork, holding up to your mouth. “Aaah.” You open your mouth this time, and you get to watch his face light up as you start to chew. With some hesitance, you swallow and he nods. “Good job, baby! Eat it all up, okay?”

After your meal, he cleans your mouth with the cloth and plants a small kiss on your lips, walking back up the stairs for quite some time as you hear the water of the sink run. The light of the world above looks so distant now, and you already miss the feeling of waking up this morning in your own bed. You miss being able to walk free. You bite your tongue in an attempt to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. The thought of him kissing your tears away is terrible. You’re able to pull yourself back together by the time he comes back down, locking the door behind him.

“Okay, baby, so I did some thinking while I was washing the dishes.” He chirps over, sitting in his chair. His hands are really fidgety. “It might be too early for this but,” Oh my god. What now? “I want to let you out of the chair, really, really bad.” With a small sigh, he gets up, holding you by the shoulders as he towers over you. “But I know you’re going to run away. I'm not stupid.” He frowns and leans down, kissing your forehead. “So let's do this.” He vanishes behind you for a few moments, rummaging through a drawer noisily. You can only imagine what he-

Oh my god. Oh.

It's a needle. A syringe. A fucking drug, oh my god, no way. Your voice comes out as a short sob and you choke up in fear as he flicks the syringe and pushes up, a small droplet forming of the clear liquid. What the hell is in there? What is it, what is it, what is it, what is it, what is it

“This’ll just make you feel a little sleepy and sluggish, so you can’t run.” He finally looks down at you and frowns. “Isn’t the chair uncomfy? You don’t want to come out and lay on the bed with me?” No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please oh my god. No way. You shake your head, everything crashing down on you at once. You stammer out a short, quiet refusal and he scowls. “Well, how am I supposed to take you out of the chair then? Hmm.”

After a few seconds of silence, he shakes his head and smiles. “Not the whole thing, just a little.” With a whisper and a kiss, he pushes the needle a bit in your arm and you tear your gaze away, breathing in and through your mouth as you try to calm down. He pulls out the needle after a bit of time and he waves the syringe in your face for a moment, and you get a look on how much is still in there. About half. At least he didn’t lie about that.

“It’ll just take a second to kick in.” He says in a sing-voice, walking behind you to grab something you don’t know. Ah, oh… You already feel funny. You don’t make an effort to fight back as he loosens the ropes at your wrists and ankles. You’re lifted off your feet as he carries you bridal-style to the bed in the corner, setting you down. Ugh.

You can barely think straight.

You feel him tie the ropes back around your wrists and ankles, but you can barely keep your eyes open to protest. The bed droops next to you, and you're met with a blurry sight as he lays down next to you, a book in hand. Did he take it from the drawer from your nightstand?

“Do you want me to read to you?” He says softly, rubbing your cheek affectionately. You can’t even respond. All he does is nod, and goes back to his book, flipping to the first page. “I’ll read you chapter by chapter every night. This is one of my favorites, a childhood book of mine.” He chuckles, and starts.

“‘Once I was six years old, I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called the True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest.’” He has such a nice voice. “‘It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.’” He flips the book around and leans down, showing you the drawing. All you can see are the blurry shades of orange and gray of it, and you smile weakly in an attempt to please him. He adjusts himself and plants a warm kiss on your cheek, saying something that you can no longer comprehend, as you finally pass out, the softness of the pillow under your head becoming too overwhelmingly comfortable.

Your body takes a while to adjust to being awake again, your vision still a bit blurry. You hear some shuffling of someone far away and finally take in your surroundings properly. It looks like he decided that just wrapping your ankles wasn’t enough, and decided to wrap some extra rope around the bed frame too, keeping you in place. You watch him push the chair you were just in to a corner of the room, a song playing on a small radio on the dinner table. Sounds like it’s an old style jazz song.

… What’s his name?

“Hmm?” He turns around, and his face lights up at the sight of you again. “Oh, you’re awake! You fell asleep while I was reading, you know?” He says, trotting over to the radio as he shuts it off. "We'll have to start over tomorrow night, but it's not like we got far anyway." Luckily, it doesn't seem like he's mad. “Uhm, my name, my name…” Your eyes flicker up to his as he takes a seat next to you. It looks like he’s struggling to smile. “Just call me ‘Darling’ for now, okay? Or anything else you’d like.”

How about Idiot? Asshole? Dickhead? You scowl at the affectionate nickname he gave himself and snuggle your head back into your pillow, looking away. A small laugh and a kiss on your cheek lets you know he isn’t mad at your rejection. "Aww, you're so cute baby. I could just eat you." Because of yesterday's show, you aren't sure if he's joking or being serious.

“I love you, so, so much."

i wanna make the next part darker ;) expect smth crazy

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #x afab reader #dead dove do not eat

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