#jealous yandere | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yanderambling · 1 year

Text

thank you both so much!! i decided to mix these up a bit so have Adrian being jealous over reader bullying someone else (and then doing something about it...)! i hope you like~ also: i changed the gif for... reasons, sorry lol i swear this won't be a thing okay bye enjoy <3

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 2.2k

you can read the original post here!

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, breaking/entering, violence, mild gore, suggestive shit too ygi

Adrian watches in stunned horror as you crowd another student against the wall of the school hallway.

You lean your face close to theirs, some sweet poison dripping from your tongue, and they laugh nervously. They keep pressing back against the wall, as if they want to get away from you.

What an idiot. Doesn’t this moron see that they're being blessed in this moment? Don't they know that others would kill to be in their position?

Adrian feels the wooden bento box lid crack under his fingers.

He'd struggled not to assume the worst when you hadn't been at your spot to pick it up today, but now he just feels like a fool for harboring hope.

How could this happen? How could you do this to him? How could this person be more important than his homemade lunch? Than him? Have you gotten bored of him already? What does this dimwit have to offer you that he doesn't?

He's standing in front of you before he realizes he'd moved.

It's even harder to watch up close- your sparkling, predatory eyes tracking every uncomfortable shift of your victim, your body closing them in, making them feel trapped.

Oh, how Adrian aches to be your prey again.

Luckily, it only takes few seconds of awkward hovering before you register his presence.

"Oh- ha, shit. Hey," You tap the other student's shoulder, despite their full attention already being on you, "you've met my mutt, right? Just a sec."

You turn to face him, one hand still on the wall just above the other student's shoulder. Adrian blessedly can't focus on it over the euphoric mantra of my mutt my mutt my mutt echoing in his head.

Your fingers brushing over his as you snatch the lunch away is just enough to break him out of it.

"Great, fuck off now." You turn back to the other student as you jam the box into your bag.

No.

No no no no no.

That can't be it. He can't just leave you here to be swept away by some bland bambi wannabe, resigning him to forever trailing behind, vying for the scraps of your cruelty. No, he can't have that. He can't live off of that.

Stricken by a new sense of panic, Adrian can do little more than remain uncertainly by your side, leveling an unnerving glare at the other student as he imagines every single way he'd like to take them out of the equation.

"I like this jacket." You remark with an infuriatingly flirtatious edge.

"Th-thanks." The student stutters, flinching when you pick an imaginary piece of lint off their arm. Adrian clenches his hands into fists. "Uh, it was a birthday gift, from- from my parents."

A knowing smirk curls your lips as you nod in faux interest (Adrian can tell). "Yeah? Looks expensive. I wonder what else your folks got you?"

The other student starts to look even more uncomfortable, shifting on their feet as their eyes dart around in search of an escape route.

Oh. So that's your plan, skim off their birthday haul? Of course.

Now that he thinks about it, Adrian recalls that this student is somewhat notorious for having wealthy parents- but, hell, Adrian's parents are definitely richer than theirs! Why didn't you just come to him? (Because you have no idea; he certainly doesn't dress like it, he walks to school, and it's not like you pay him too much mind outside of the lunches and entertainment he provides anyway.)

"I can give you money."

You slowly turn your head to face him, a dangerous edge to the movement that sends a thrill down Adrian's spine.

"Did you not hear me before? I said fuck off."

Adrian's gut clenches unpleasantly, torn between his instinct to obey you and his desire to stay the object of your attention.

The latter wins out pretty quickly.

"...no."

Your entire demeanor shifts.

A manic, incredulous sort of smile spreads across your face as the challenge fully registers. Adrian notices your unoccupied hand flexing beside you as you turn to face him fully. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so wild, so feral. The force of your stare is enough to have him cowering, ears flattening as his tail tucks firmly between his legs (more to hide his tenting crotch than out of fear).

Your voice is menacingly level as you say,

"The fuck did I just hear?"

Adrian is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

He's completely frozen, his throat clicking as he struggles for something, anything to say, to get that intense glare off him but also please dear god don't look away-

"Uh- I, ah- I- I didn't- um-"

Brrrriinngg!

Adrian flinches as the bell rings, and he just barely sees the other student ducking under your arm and scurrying off to class.

"Fuck!"

You slam your fist into the concrete wall, causing Adrian to flinch again, though he stays rooted to his spot in front of you.

"See what you did? Stupid fucking mutt..."

You shove past him roughly, and the pain of his shoulder colliding with the wall is beautifully complemented by the residual warmth of your body against his.

He watches in shock as you stalk down the hall and disappear from sight.

He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he's still standing. He wonders what would've happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you two hadn't been on school grounds...

A shiver surges through his body at the thought, and he has to physically shake himself to return his mind to the issue at hand.

Crisis averted.

For now.

Throughout the day, you corner that student exactly five more times. Adrian manages to interfere with every single one.

It's at the end of the school day, after you've told him off rather disappointingly for getting involved again (and you don't even give him a good punch for his trouble), that Adrian decides he needs a more permanent solution.

It isn't hard to follow your new target home, god knows he's had plenty of practice, and their security's not much trouble either. It's remarkably robust for a home system, but Adrian is a lonely nerd with too much time on his hands and practical experience. Dismantling it takes less than an hour.

Once he's inside, it's just a matter of scribbling a threatening note in unidentifiable handwriting (stating, in no uncertain terms, that they shouldn't even think of going near you again if they know what's good for them), hiding in their closet to take polaroids of them asleep, removing a lock of their hair to attach to the note alongside the polaroids, and leaving it all on their desk for them to find in the morning.

He's got it down to a science at this point.

The rest of his night is spent outside your window, watching you sleep and wishing things would go back to normal.

When it's still only your friends at your usual spot the next morning, Adrian feels disappointment weigh him down for the rest of his walk.

But, when he gets to school, he sees you openly scanning the hallways. Alone, no new victim in sight.

It seems they're trying to listen, at least. Emboldened by the lack of competition, Adrian hurriedly brings you your lunch.

You still dismiss him almost immediately.

He's tempted to defy you again, if only for you to give him a second glance, but he really doesn't think he could handle the rush again this soon.

Instead, he watches from a distance as you continuously try to track your new target down, and they consistently evade you.

He has to commend their effort- going to classes without textbooks, hiding in every nook and cranny when you passed, they even ate their lunch in the bathroom- it's looking like they might just be able to comply.

Until school lets out, and you catch them sneaking around the back.

"Hey! You have not been easy to find. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me."

Adrian stays hunkered in the shadows as the other student stiffens and slowly turns to face you.

"Leave me alone."

The demand is so quiet, it's mostly lost to the ambient hum of the town around you.

You pull a familiar smirk and sidle closer to them, confidence emanating from your every movement. "What was that?"

They suddenly stumble backwards, just barely saving themself from overbalancing as they shout,

"Leave me alone!"

Your eyes widen at the outburst, and Adrian notices you checking for new witnesses as you raise your hands defensively.

"Woah, woah, what's the-"

"Just- just leave me alone! I know who you are, okay? I-I know what kind of person you are, the- the things you do, and I don't- I don't want anything to do with you! Okay? Or- or your creepy fucking friend, either!"

"My wha-?"

"I don't- None of it! Listen- my-my mom's a lawyer, you know? She could have you arrested for-for harassment, or worse! So just- just leave me alone!"

They turn and flee before you can get another word out.

You're left standing stunned, your hands clenching into fists as you fully process this rejection, this humiliation, this complete and utter undermining of your power.

You can't just go after them, you're not willing to test that whole "lawyer mom" claim, but every second you spend idle stokes the fury smoldering within you.

You need to purge it. You need to take it out on something.

Adrian steps around the corner.

"You."

That one word is enough to make him melt into a puddle.

He's helpless to do anything but stare wide-eyed as you storm over to him. He doesn't even brace himself for the punch, falling to the ground with a sharp groan.

"What the fuck did you do? Huh? What'd you do you little fucking creep?"

You punctuate each question with a kick to his prone form, forcing him to release a litany of moans containing equal parts pain and ecstasy.

This, this is how it's supposed to be; your undivided attention on him, your complete focus on touching him, on making him feel. He's the only one you should want to treat like this, to devote your time, your energy, your passion to.

"Can't keep your fucking nose out of my business, can you?" Another kick. Adrian keens. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now, you stupid mutt?"

Yes yes yes.

Another kick, this one landing somewhere on his head. As he feels blood trickle into his eye, Adrian briefly wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

A solid foot to his stomach tells him he's very much still alive, but with it comes a heady lightness spreading throughout his whole body. Another and he feels like he's floating on the high of your touch, your anger, like he could sink into it and be wrapped up in the warmth of your rage. Another and his vision starts to white out. He's known no greater pleasure in life than surrendering to your furious whims, nothing else has ever felt so right. He wants nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Then the kicking stops.

Adrian instinctively whines at the loss, a high whimper lingering in the back of his throat as his head shoots up to search for you.

You're already stomping away, still muttering quiet curses (though Adrian can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears) and too far off to catch his pitiful mewling. He doesn't take his eyes off you until you round a corner, and even then his gaze helplessly lingers on the space you had occupied.

He stays laying there long after you leave, blissfully basking in the afterglow of your abuse (he doesn't think his shaking legs would support him for awhile anyway). It isn't until he hears a car start nearby that he forces himself, ever so slowly, to make his way home.

He sneaks in with little trouble, rushing to the bathroom to hide away and admire your handiwork.

Deep, angry bruises are already forming all over his skin, some home to lightly bleeding cuts. Adrian presses on each one as he finds them, committing them to memory as he bites his cheek to keep quiet (it's a losing battle).

Loathe as he is to disfigure your art, he knows you won't have the chance to create more if someone finds out (nobody else could possibly understand the bond you share, so intimate and complex as it is), so he begrudgingly cleans the wounds and patches himself up.

It's a familiar process, almost habit by now, and after the bandages and makeup and careful positioning of clothing, nobody would suspect he'd so much as tripped.

But he knows.

He reminds himself every other second while he's camped outside your house that night, methodically fidgeting with every injury as he works his way across his body. He unconsciously applies extra force against the bruises littering his thighs, unable to tear his gaze from your sleeping face.

He wants to do more (god does he want to), but he can't. He could never.

Not without you.

He'll simply have to settle for torturing himself in the meantime, refreshing your marks so they stay effective, just until you get another chance to do it yourself.

When he sees you at your spot the next day (now carrying a lot of extra cash on the off-chance you decide to empty his pockets), he doesn't even try to stop his tail from wagging.

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

check my pinned post ~

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #soft yandere #sub yandere #hybrid yandere #puppy yandere #male yandere #bully reader #gn reader #jealous yandere #jealousy #yandere oc #yandere concept #yandere imagine #yandere requests #requests open #tw yandere

2K notes · View notes

darkbluekies · 1 year

Note

Can I request a one shot with Silas and a sick reader? Like reader has a high fever.

I'll take care of you

Mafia!yandere OC x sick!reader

Summary: Silas gets to know that you're not feeling well and drops everything to take care of you.

Warnings: threats, yandere, jealousy

Word count: 1.9k

You haven't moved an inch today. When you woke up this morning you were all alone in your and Silas shared bed. Silas had already started his work day. You wish that he would have stayed with you today. Something doesn't feel right. Why does your head hurt so badly? Why are you freezing? And why are you sweating at the same time?

No one visits you until lunch time. One of Silas’s men has come in to give you your food.

"Here you go", he says and places the bowl of pasta on the bedside table. "Y/N? Your food is here. You know how angry the boss will be if you don't eat."

He frowns when he doesn't get a reaction. The man knows that he shouldn't touch you, but you're not listening! Gulping, he pokes your shoulder. You whine painfully, tiredly.

"Your food", the man repeats, "Sit up so you can eat."

"Not hungry …", you mumble with your back towards him.

"But you have to eat. If the boss asks me and I'm lying, he'll kill me."

"I'll eat it soon …"

"Y/N, you don't sound well, are you okay?"

"No …"

The man reaches over you and feels your forehead.

"You're really warm", the man gasps. "I have to call the boss." He fishes up his phone and holds it to his ear. "Hey, boss, I know you're busy but I think your darling is unwell."

"Why?" Silas asks stiffly from the other side.

"They weren't responding when I was coming in with food and they're really warm. I think they're sick."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Should I try to feed them?"

"You don't touch my darling at all, you hear me?"

"Y-Yes, boss."

Silas throws the door open twenty minutes later. He gasps slightly at the sight of you curled up in the bed and runs over.

"Baby", he cooes and cups your warm cheeks. "How are you feeling? Gosh, you don't look well …"

"I'm cold", you mumble and pull the sheets closer to you.

"But you're burning up."

"My body hurts."

Silas picks you up into his lap. He looks at the man in the room.

"Tell my second in command that he'll have to deal with things until further notice. I'll be here."

"Okay, boss."

"And make sure to order medicine and everything my baby could need, got it?"

"Yes, boss. I'll get going."

As soon as the door closes, Silas places you back in the bed, your back getting to rest against the pillows. He picks up the bowl of pasta.

"Open up that little mouth of yours now", he says and holds the fork to your lips.

You whine and move your head to the side. He wants to chuckle at the cute sight of you, but worry is eating him up from the inside.

"Don't want any", you mumble.

"But you have to eat", Silas insists.

"It's cold. I don’t like cold food …"

"Too bad."

He holds the fork to your lips again, poking your mouth with the metal. You give him a glare before opening your mouth ever so slightly. Silas shoves in the fork until it reaches the back of your throat. You chew slowly, not having the energy to do it. All you want is to go back to sleep.

"Can't you just give me the water?" you ask. "I don't want to chew."

Silas holds the glass of water to your lips and watches how you gulp it down.

"I want tomato soup", you say. “Smooth one. I don’t have the energy to chew.”

"Alright", Silas says and picks up his phone. "Just tell me everything you want and I'll write it down and I’ll send it. Someone will buy it for you."

You give him your needs and he writes them all down one by one. He leaves the room and returns with more blankets and pillows. And a thermometer.

"I'm going to take your temperature", Silas says, turning it on. "Turn your head to the side."

And you do. He puts the tip of the thermometer into your ear and when it beeps, he removes it to take a look.

"39.2", he says disappointedly, shaking his head. "The other ear? 38.9 … seems like you'll need a lot of rest then, little thing."

You're not comfortable with Silas and would rather have him a hundred meters away, but you don't want to repeat this morning. You need someone close to you and Silas is the only one that you can be with … unless you want Silas to kill someone.

"Don't leave me, please", you whisper and cough. "Waking up all alone while feeling like this was horrible. It feels like I’m going to die."

Silas smiles sadly and pets your hair. "Of course not, pretty thing. If I had known that you weren't well, I'd have stayed with you from the morning hours. I feel so bad for letting you suffer for so long all by yourself. But from now on I’ll stay with you every single second."

You start to cough and he's quick to rub your shoulder.

"Everything hurts", you whine. "Why does everything hurt?"

"Because you're sick, baby”, Silas smiles softly. “My men will be back with medicine and sweets. They'll make you feel much better."

He melts when you hold out your arms to him. Without a second thought, he brings you back into his arms and starts to shower your face in soft kisses. You whine and try to turn your head away, but he doesn’t let you.

"My pretty baby", he whispers between his attacking pecks. "I'll take care of you so well."

“If you continue you’ll get sick too”, you warn him.

The man smirks and kisses your lips. Your eyes widen in shock. Silas chuckles and kisses your lips again. He changes into a pair of gray sweatpants and a black hoodie before crawling down under the sheets with you. He holds you close to him with a smile on his face. Silas won't admit it, but seeing you like this secretly makes him happy. You're so dependent on him now. He pecks the top of your head every now and then to reassure your sleeping self that you have nothing to worry about. Silas will do everything for you. All you need to do is to lean on him.

A small knock on the door catches his attention. Silas manages to pry you off of him and sneak over to the door. He holds his index finger over his lips as he opens it, revealing a man.

“Hey, boss, I got you what you wanted”, the man says and holds up the plastic bag.

“Good”, Silas says and takes it from him. He freezes as soon as he picks up a can of tomato soup, grip growing harder. “What the fuck is this?”

The man seems to immediately know that something’s wrong. He looks down into the floor.

“T-Tomato soup”, he answers quietly.

“Yeah … and …?” Silas hisses to make sure you won’t wake up.

“I-I don’t understand, boss.”

“It has fucking tomato bites in it. Didn’t I write to you that you were supposed to buy smooth? My darling does not have the energy to chew! How fucking incompetent can you be?!”

The man is about to apologize, but Silas grabs him and forces him inside the room.

“You’re going to apologize to Y/N”, he growls. “You’re going to tell them your mistake in front of them or I’ll break your fucking knees, do you hear me?”

The man nods quickly. Silas walks over to the bed and shakes you as gently as he’s able to in this angered state.

“Baby, I’m sorry to wake you up”, Silas says and forces the man down on his knees. “Don’t blame me though, it’s all this motherfucker’s fault. Tell them what you did.”

You sit up in bed, suddenly terrified. Your head is pounding and you feel like you’re going to explode. What is going on? Who is this man? Why does Sila look so angry? Why did he wake you up?

“Tell them!” Silas repeats, hitting the man in the back of his head.

“I-I bought you the wrong tomato soup!” the man stutters.

Silas grabs his hair and forces him to lift up his head and look at you. You feel your heart clench. That poor man, what is Silas doing?

“It’s okay!” you say quickly, wishing that Silas could stop acting like this. “I-I don’t mind-”

“Which one did you buy?” Silas asks the man.

“T-The one with tomato bites in it!” the man stutters in pain.

“And I told you not to buy that, so why did you buy it?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“Silas, please stop!” you beg. “I forgive him, I’ll eat the soup, it’s nothing to worry about, I promise!”

You can’t deal with these kinds of things when you’re feeling like shit. Silas scoffs and lets the man go, growling at him to leave the room. The man hurries up on his legs and runs out, closing the door behind him. You glare at Silas as he picks up the plastic bag and walks over to you.

“You’re horrible”, you whisper. “It was an honest mistake-”

“I’m sorry, baby”, Silas says and hugs you tightly, all anger gone by now. “I’m just particularly strict when it comes to you. You wanted smooth tomato soup. It was the least that man could give you when you’re feeling like this. You only deserve the best, okay? I love you so much, I lose my mind when you’re around.”

“I can tell …”

Silas kisses your lips and starts to look through the plastic bag. He holds up a chocolate bar.

“Do you want this?” he asks.

You nod. He breaks off a square and gives it to you before taking one himself.

“Now, let's lay down again”, Silas says. “I’ll put on a movie you can doze off to.”

Silas lets you lay on his chest. He wipes your nose with napkins when he thinks that you need it and smooshes you in kisses.

The door soon opens and the man who gave you food comes in.

“Here’s the medicine, boss”, he says and gives Silas a small container. “Get well soon, Y/N.”

Silas scoffs and brings you closer as the door closes.

“You don’t need to get jealous”, you mutter.

“I’m not jealous”, Silas answers. “I’m just protective.”

He takes off the white lid and fills it with the yellow liquid.

“Here, swallow”, he says and holds it to your mouth, sighing when you don’t comply. “I don’t care if you think it’s gross, you’re not a little kid, Y/N. Take your medicine.”

You open your mouth, grimacing as you swallow the medicine. Coughing to get the taste gone results in a cough attack. Silas presses a piece of chocolate into your mouth.

“Good girl/boy”, he praises and kisses your forehead. “You did so well, best little baby. Now let’s sleep. You need to rest. Hopefully, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

He turns off the light and lays down. You curl up into a ball in his arms. His embrace is so warm and strong. Oh, how you hate how it makes you feel secure. Silas secretly hopes that he’ll get sick too so he can be with you for even longer. If you’re sick, he wants to be sick! He gives your forehead one last kiss before drifting off to dreamland.

#yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere mafia #yandere ocs #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #jealous yandere #male yandere #soft yandere

2K notes · View notes

yxami · 1 year

Note

i love the new yandere soft!! pleaseeee do more content about Eros

I love him too! I’m glad he randomly popped up in my head.

Description: fluff as much as you can get with a yandere, yandere Cupid, gn reader, reader being called love by Eros, going out! mentions of jealousy, insecure yandere, possessiveness, manipulation etc.

It’s been about a week since Eros appeared, he’s been sleeping over at your place. Which was what he did all the time even before he appeared face to face with you. He liked to specifically sleep with you in your bed. He said it was much cozier with his human in his hands. You only allowed it because he was so soft and you loved cuddling him.

You wondered if all Cupids were so close to their humans. Was he just a unique Cupid? Or was every Cupid a little overbearing with their love? Speaking of love, you could feel Eros’s stare on you as you rummaged around for a specific outfit you had in mind.

“So you’re going out! With who?” He was sat on the edge of the bed, facing you. What if there was humans that were interested in you? Now that he had presented himself to you, he had an idea.

“Nobody really, I just wanted to go out to the mall and buy some clothes.” You finally found the pants that went with the shirt you were going to wear. You told Eros to turn around and he did. He stared at the other side of the room.

“Can I come then? I think it’ll be fun!” He turned around once you said you were done changing. He knew he should’ve taken a peek but he wanted to be patient.

“I would let you come but you don’t exactly blend in with humans with your wings and halo” You caressed a part of his wing, never getting used to how soft they were. He looked defeated at first which made you sad.

“Oh! I have a human form, if I use that can I go then?” His wings flapped in excitement. He was so happy that he had that form. It didn’t have many changes but it did disguise him as human which was all he needed.

“Yeah sure, just transform or whatever while I find you some clothes” You knew you’d have to find some baggier clothing since he was a lot taller than you. You wondered if all Cupids were tall.

Eros cheered at your approval and made his Cupid features disappear. His human form was the exact same as his main form, he just didn’t have wings or a halo. Of course, he never really summoned his bow and arrow that most Cupids would carry around. He didn’t need it with you! He would never allow you to fall in love with someone else!

You found an ideal pair of pants and a shirt that would likely fit him. You turned around to look at him and saw his form. Eros looked exactly the same, his beauty did not diminish even as a human. You admired him without even realizing it before he caught you.

“What’s up love, did you fall head over heels for me?” He teased and got close to you. You could feel your cheeks warm up.

“Nope! Just interested on how Cupids change into different forms. Here!” You pushed the clothes towards him and he grabbed them. You sat on bed waiting for him to go and get changed.

Eros started to undress himself, shamelessly, without a care in the world. You saw his bare chest before realizing what he was doing. You immediately freaked out and urged him to stop.

“You’re supposed to go change in the bathroom! Or at least give me a warning to turn around!” You turned away embarrassed.

“Huh? I don’t mind changing in-front of you” He titled his head in confusion, seeing how you now refused to look his way now. He didn’t like the tightening feeling in his heart. It was caused by you choosing to not look at him.

“You’re not supposed to look at someone else change, it’s intimate!” You tried explaining human standards. Of course, if you were dating or married then it wouldn’t matter.

“I’m your Cupid and you’re my human, we’re supposed to be close!” He pouted at you, finding it stupid that you believe the two of you are not intimate enough to change in-front of each other while looking.

“I’ll explain later! Just go change in the bathroom” You sighed still a little flustered.

Eros rolled his eyes but listened. He mumbled complaints that were somewhat audible. He was such a brat when you said things like that. The both of you are close!

You sat at the edge of the bed, dazed. He really was going to let you see him undress without even a thought. How close did he think the two of you were? Maybe he just didn’t know! You tried to shoo away the rather unholy thoughts of the angelic being.

You know you changed in-front of him but you told him to look away. What made your heart race was that he didn’t ask you to look away, he didn’t mind.

“What do you think?” Eros stood nervously in-front of the now open bathroom door. He felt rather silly in human clothing, he had never worn any before. He tried not to fiddle with his fingers which was always something you picked up on when he was uncertain.

“Cute…” You quietly said while staring at him. He still looked pretty even in casual clothing. He’d probably look beautiful in any clothing you gave him. You were jealous he didn’t have to try to look good. You loved looking at him though

“Thanks! I love you, my little human” He noticed your focused stare on him and hugged you so quickly, you both fell back on the bed. He loved when you complimented him.

“No problem” You laughed under his sudden weight pressed against yours. You were glad he didn’t tackle you down on the floor with hug.

“Let’s find you some shoes to wear too, help me find some” You said after he got off of you.

“M’kay!”

As soon as you guys arrived at the mall Eros was entranced by how big it was and how many humans were in it. It was the biggest mall in your city so you understood why he was so amazed.

He didn’t want to leave your side but all the shops had such interesting things! If his wings were on him right now they would be flapping in excitement. He was excited to see what was inside the stores.

“Alright, first up we need to get some pants for you” You mumbled to yourself looking at your shopping list that you wrote down on your phone. Eros wasn’t listening and just observed every shop you two passed by. He noticed people stared at him when they passed by him. He wondered what that was about!

“What do you think of this one?” You took out some pants that were clipped on a hanger like the rest.

“Looks like the last 3 you’ve shown me” He bluntly said. He was being honest though! They all looked the same.

You sighed decided to put the pants back and told Eros to find some pants he liked. You went on your phone to pass the time. Eros took notice of your lacking stare on him and wondered what you could be doing on it.

While you waited for Eros to pick out some pants himself, you decided to text a friend. You wondered what he was doing right now.

‘Hey what are you doing?’ You pressed sent with the little paper airplane emoticon above your keyboard.

‘Nothing much! Just shopping. What’s up?’ Your friend quickly texted back, you liked that about him because not many others did that.

‘Same! I’m at the mall with a fr—‘ Before you could finish replying to your friend, Eros had grabbed your phone.

“Hey, what’d you do that for?” You grabbed back your phone, he didn’t put up a fight for it.

“You’re not paying attention to me, I need help picking out pants!” Eros was upset that you weren’t paying attention to him like you usually did. If he picked up the fact that you weren’t looking at him and giving that attention to someone else he’d get upset.

“I tried offering my advice, I showed you some pants and you said they all look the same. Just grab some that look cute to you” You clicked your phone back on and finished replying to your friend.

While distracted on your phone you didn’t notice that there was a stare from a pretty lady. She was looking at your Cupid rather obviously. He looked back and titled his head in confusion. She decided this was the perfect time since he was looking at her now.

“Sorry for staring, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re exactly my type. Could I get your number?” Her cheeks were slightly red and he could tell she was nervous. He was going to say an answer but he didn’t know what she meant by number.

He nudged you and asked you what she meant. You looked up understanding the situation rather quickly.

“Oh, his phone is broken and he’s getting a new one.” You shortly explained. You wondered if he truly was interested in her. She was rather pretty, and dressed nice.

“Ahh, alright! Thank you so much” The lady bowed and excused herself. You could tell she was somewhat embarrassed by her expression and quick exit.

“What’s a number? Was she talking about the thing you use to contact people?” He sort of understood but not really. He knew you put down your phone number on papers and stuff but that’s about it.

“Yeah, when you get a phone you receive a number along with it, and if you want someone to contact you, you give it to them” You put your phone in your back pocket.

“Ahh, okay. And she wanted to contact me, why?” He didn’t fully understand that she was interested him despite being a full on Cupid.

“So dense” You laughed at the irony that a Cupid could not detect that he was being hit on. You grabbed pairs of pants pants that you knew would look good on him and started heading to the register.

“Hey! What do you mean? I’m not dense” His cheeks puffed up in embarrassment that you had called him that.

You managed to explain to him after a few laughs and he finally got the idea.

“I see now! Humans do it when they are interested in one another! I always wondered the entire reason why humans asked for each others numbers over the recent years.” He sounded dorky after finally knowing.

You set down the pairs of pants on the register while you brought out your card.

“And do you have a phone number with the store? If so you could gain some free rewards!” The employee boosted about the app they had as well.

“I—“ You were quickly cut off by the defensive Cupid next to you.

“No. They don’t!” He sounded very serious for no reason. You were embarrassed after seeing the employees confused face.

After leaving the store you had to explain to Eros further about humans and the number situations.

“The employee didn’t mean it like that”

“But they asked for your number! You said it was when a human was interested in another! That’s why I said no” He was confused and a little agitated.

“When it’s an employee asking you, that’s just them seeing if you want to signup for rewards by giving your phone number and name. When it’s a random person asking you for your number, that’s because they’re interested in you” You wondered why Eros got defensive with you being asked out.

Isn’t he supposed to be your Cupid? Who’s supposed to find you love?

“Anyways, why’d you say no for me? If you did think they meant it like that then aren’t you supposed to encourage me to find love?” You found a bench you wanted to sit at and pointed it out to Eros. He noticed and nodded his head.

After you two sat down he finally responded.

“They weren’t the one for you” He shortly said.

“You always say that, I wonder who my future partner is” You whined slightly upset.

“Me”

“What’d you say?” You looked at him and saw his flustered demeanor.

“Nothing! I don’t know, you’ll find out soon enough” He avoided eye contact and scanned stores, hastily trying to find a way to change the conversation.

“Anyways! Isn’t that the store we’re supposed to go to next” He pointed at a lit up store that showed the latest of clothing on display.

“Yeah! Let’s go” You were now distracted and he let out a sigh of relief. He thought it was stupid to try and say that but he couldn’t help it. He would’ve shot you with an arrow by now but there has to be a connection before the arrow is shot. If there’s no prior feelings then it will not succeed in pairing two party’s together.

That’s what he was nervous about, you not loving him and seeing that he tried to shoot you with an arrow. You’d probably kick him out and isolate yourself so he couldn’t control any part of your life. His heart ached thinking all the worst possibilities.

He felt a grip on his hand, it was a warm feeling and he quickly looked down. You noticed his distracted expression and decided to guide him to the store. You had grabbed his hand and he nervously reciprocated and held yours as well.

“Cmon, I don’t know why you’re always lost in thought” You had a puzzled expression on your face. He stayed silent and just followed you to the nearby store. He felt a strange feeling in his stomach and he wanted to be closer to you like usual.

Once the two of you entered the store you showed him some cute pants that you thought would look good on you.

“Those wouldn’t fit me, love” He pointed out the sizing and length was wrong. Way too small and a lot shorter compared to his height.

“It’s for me, idiot” You snorted at his immediate thought that it was for him.

“Ohh!! Those would look really pretty on you” He imagined you wearing them. He thought they’d compliment your shape.

“Thanks, I think I should go try them on. Do you wanna come with me? Or do you want to wait outside?”

“I wanna come!” He held onto your hand tightly as if you were going to leave him straight away.

“Okay, I found these other two so if they all look good on me then we can leave” You scanned for the dressing room area and found it, you started to head there with him.

Once the two of you found a large stall you hung up the pants on the available hooks and Eros took a seat on the cushioned seat lined against the wall. He was excited to see how you would look.

“Do I have to look away still?” He asked in a hesitant tone.

“It’s whatever, just don’t be a huge pervert” You casually said as if you were internally panicking. Why was he always so focused on being close with you? Did he like you or something? He always deflected people’s advances towards you, but shouldn’t a Cupid allow you to at least have some fun before finding your true partner?

Your mind raced with a lot of thoughts about Eros and your relationship. You felt a little silly about it since he had been a Cupid for many others so what made you special?

After putting on the pants you buttoned them up, you turned to the mirror to see how you looked. You did a twirl for Eros and he loved it.

“You look so nice in them! You should buy it!” His eyes quickly scanned your body seeing how the pants fit on you.

“I think so too, I could also use them for work which is good” You liked when pants that you bought were work appropriate and looked cute. Some of the pants you had to wear for work were just down right horrendous.

“Are you gonna try out the rest?” He pointed at the other two you had hanging on the hooks.

“Mhm! Then we can go and get some food, I’m super hungry” You were excited for mall food, it was probably the only reason you came.

After you finished your modeling of the pants to Eros, you went to go check out and he was holding onto your hand again. While you checked out you weren’t able to notice Eros glaring at the worker behind the counter.

‘If he asks for their number I’m going to kill them where they stand’ Eros was mentally cursing out the worker before the he could even think about asking for it.

Eros hated when he even thought someone was going to take you away from him. That’s why he had to shoo away all the competition or just kill them if they were going to be persistent.

You grabbed the bags and thanked the cashier. You held Eros’s hand again and tried looking for the specific restaurant you loved to go to. The food always made you hungrier than you were before.

Eros observed as you dragged him along to find something. You looked adorable when you saw the restaurant. Your eyes were bursting with happiness and your expression was as well. He wished you looked at him like that all the time.

He waited for you to finish ordering and you even ordered some food for him. He was happy that you always remembered to include him. That’s what a great mate would do! You were perfect for him.

“Look, that table is open. Let’s go there!” You squeezed Eros’s hand to make sure he knew what you were pointing at. You assumed he was looking at something else. You didn’t know that the tall Cupid was always admiring you while you weren’t looking.

“Okay!” He squeezed your hand back thinking it was fun way to communicate.

You pulled the chair out and it squeaked before you stopped and sat down. It was slightly cold but you didn’t mind. Eros sat across from you, but something didn’t feel right. The table was too far away from you.

He grabbed his chair and aligned it next to yours, he sat down and had brought his food as well. You had a puzzled look on your face with a slight smile.

“I wanted to sit closer! It’s too far” He giggled and squeezed your hand to warm his hand up.

“So clingy” You found it funny how close your Cupid had to be with you. You were happy he wanted to be anyways!

You started to eat and loved the taste of the hot food in your mouth. Even the aroma of it made your mouth drool. Eros decided to start eating. He had never eaten human food before until you started cooking for him. He loved your cooking but hadn’t tried a restaurant’s food before.

He scooped some rice up with his spoon and ate it. He loved the taste of it and started to eagerly eat. Both of you ate happily until your stomachs couldn’t handle it anymore.

After the two of you finished eating, you gathered your bags and Eros helped carry some of yours. It was afternoon now and you decided it was time to go home now. You were excited for the next visit at the mall. You wondered if Eros would stick around for the next trip.

Once you got home you immediately changed out of your clothes and wore some pajamas. You were ready to take a long awaited nap and you heard Eros knock at your door. You knew he was planning to ask for the usual.

“Love, can i take a nap with you? I wanna cuddle” He was back in his Cupid form. His wings were flapping in anticipation, hoping you would accept.

“Sure, cmon” You held up your arms signaling for him to come onto the bed with you.

“Yay!” The Cupid somewhat tackled you and you were now scooped up in his arms. He felt your soft breathing on his collarbone as you made your way into the crook of his neck. He loved it when you got as close as you could.

He wanted you in his arms forever, and he knew he would make it happen no matter what.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yan cupid #yandere cupid #cupid yandere #yandere oc #soft yandere #manipulation #obsession #clingy yandere #jealousy #jealous yandere #gender neutral reader #erosmyoc

489 notes · View notes

reareaotaku · 3 months

Text

Jealous/Yandere! Stanley Barber Headcanons

He hates the feeling so much

Like, he's happy that you're happy, but he wishes you were happy with him

He's used to the depressing feeling, but that doesn't mean he likes you

He just watches you, feeling like shit

He knows you don't owe him anything, but god he loves you so much

Why don't you see it? Are you playing with his feelings?

It sure feels that way

He'll do anything for you. Practically drops everything for you, but sometimes he feels like you wouldn't do the same

He listens to all of your problems and rants. He doesn't mind. In fact, he loves to listen to you talk

He loves laying in bed, feeling your body close to his as you rant about something stupid/ whatever it is you want to talk about

He gives you this loving look and has this stupid smile on his face

You occupy every part of his mind

He gets really giddy around you and he can't help wanting to do whatever it is to make you happy/smile

Loves doing karoke/singing with you

It doesn't matter if you sing terribly. He doesn't care, he still loves hearing it

You never have to be embarrassed around you, because he's definitely more embarrassed

Like, say someone embarrassed you in class or you got called on without knowing the answer [You get the gist], he'll take attention off of you by doing something stupid so that people will laugh at him instead of you

He doesn't get it when you have insecurities, because he loves you so much it hurts his heart

What do you mean you don't like your body? He thinks you're the hottest thing on the planet

Don't like the way you talk?? He can listen to you all day [etc etc]

If you ever have an argument with your parent[s], then you can always rant to him about it

Even if you're in the wrong, he's on your side and adamantly defending you

You can say that the grass is blue and he'll be like 'Yeah, looks pretty blue to me'

But, back to the parent thing, he doesn't have a good relationship with his dad, so he completely understands fighting with a parent

He really wants to ask you out, but he's scared that you'll not only reject him, but it'll ruin your friendship. He'd rather die than lose your friendship

He's pretty in denial about his feelings. Like he knows he's in love with you, but if someone calls him out on it, he rolls his eyes while shaking his head, adamantly denying it, but nobodies buying it [Expect you]

"You don't like me?" You'll ask, trying not to cry

Something inside him breaks when seeing you tear up. He doesn't want you to cry- Especially if HE's the reason you're crying

"Of course I like you!"

"Then why did you laugh and roll your eyes?"

He's at a loss for words. What is he supposed to say? 'Oh, yes Y/n. I am so in love with you that I would throw my whole life away and run across the country and start a new life with you if you asked because I love you more than the need to breath'. No, he can't say that. He'll just tell you it's complicated

#stanley barber #i am not okay with this #yandere stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #ianowt #ianowt x reader #yandere stanley x reader #yandere stanley barber x reader #jealous yandere #jealousy

74 notes · View notes

luvvbi7ez · 3 months

Text

i want to cut their eyes out so that they can never look at you again!!! they dont deserve to!!! what the hell have they done to earn your attention???

59 notes · View notes

cookie-crumblr · 6 months

Note

i need something smutty where jaspers like rlly jealous, i dont have any further ideas but yes .. xD

OH HELLLLLLL YESSSSS, omg anny you’re a genius.

muah~

CW: IDEK OKAY, YANDERE, JEALOUSY, i’ll do GN reader! annnnd rough sex. Jasper still calls us pretty again, to him you’re beautiful no matter who you are.

MINORS DNI!!!!

Okay hold on we’ll get to the smut, but imagine:

Dev.In is not only the only “person” he’d let fuck you as long as He’s still in control.

But Dev is also the only “person” he’d ever be jealous of.

like sure anyone touching you or anything will make him irritated.

but jealous? nah. no one else is anywhere near as hot as he is…

Except a “person” that looks exactly like him and can make their dick whatever they want.

like ?? excuse me mx. if he is not completely in control of the situation he’d go WILD.

You’re chatting, as innocent as a puppy with Dev.In. You put your hand on their arm for a second.

The gall of that bastard, laughing and making you laugh. He bets that their dick is hard.

Stupid horny computer. He thinks.

His leg started bouncing minutes ago and he’s only just noticing.

You turn, sensing Jasper’s energy shift somehow behind you.

His head is tilted, left leg bouncing, blown pupils burrowing holes into Dev.In’s face.

Slowly you make your way over to him, “H-hey Jas… Y’okay?”

He says nothing as get gets up and grabs you.

Pulling you along painfully so, before throwing you into a weird room.

“Safe word. Now.” He snaps.

“P-pineapple?”

“Great. Now don’t say it, Pretty”

“Nev—”

His mouth mutes you as it crashes against yours. a hand is grasping your scalp and ripping your head back so he has easier access to your neck.

His teeth graze you, you can tell he’s angry and holding back.

“Thank you, pretty” He bites where your neck meets shoulder.

His hands grab at, and rip your clothes off.

Soon enough you’re spun around and his pierced tip is teasing your hole.

Precum is lubricating you enough, and you desperately want him now, you push back against him and take in his penis.

Jasper bucks up to bottom out inside of you.

“Fffff-uck” You shiver at the sensations.

“Yeah? This cock feel good, pretty? Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Jasper!”

“Say it again.” He bucks up harder, your whole body shakes with the force.

“I b-belong to you! Jasper!” you’re saying everything he wants to hear.

He starts a steady, but harsh rhythm. “Gon’ fuck you stupid. you’ll only think about this dick.”

He holds your hand against the wall in his own, as he pounds into you. In his other he’s pulling your head backwards by whatever hair you have.

You admire the veins over his bones under his pale skin. It’s beautiful.

“Ah!” he hit something so deep inside you, your body convulses.

“More, pretty,” he demands

He feels so good inside you even after cumming.

The heat builds within you again.

“Jasper! Jasperrr!!” You chant his name knowing how much he loves hearing it. The way your lips purse and your eye brows knit tighter. The way you push harder against him.

He loves it when you get desperate for him.

He fucks you harder and harder still until, “Come with me, pretty,”

As he fills you and twitches inside your deepest parts, you come too, your head high above the clouds.

He holds you in place so that you don’t fall while your legs vibrate.

“Next time I’ll fuck you and fill you up right in front of that horny prick.”

You can’t wait…

“F’r now, take a walk w’ me.” He grins.

He walks you right back to Dev.In and he sits where you had been.

You sit on Jaspers lap, and he moves your legs apart for them to see that you’re dripping with his semen.

He’s smiling, swelling with his usual sadistic pride.

Dev.In and you go back to your previous conversation about house plants and how much sunlight they need.

All while your face is too hot and you’re too dizzy and embarrassed to function.

Jasper pulls you both up to stand, “Well, looks like my pretty pet needs sum more attention. Later devvy~”

#cookie speaks #my oc #yandere #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere streamer x you #yandere oc #oc jasper #jealous sex #jealous yandere

47 notes · View notes

basementstalker · 4 months

Text

Art by hwanhee

#basementstalker posts #jealousy #jealous #lovesick #yandere #yandere gf #jealous yandere #yancore #yandere thoughts #obsessive love #possessive love #yandere girl #yandere aesthetic

41 notes · View notes

zennotixs · 5 days

Text

43 notes · View notes

fr-ogii · 11 months

Text

the jealousy of

yandere!darth vader

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

⚠️ :: violence (not towards reader)

word count :: 1.0k+

-> there isn't much that differentiates yandere!vader from a "normal" darth vader. he's already an incredibly possessive man when it comes to relationships. losing that many people in his more formative years (even though he caused most of the losses) was not good on his brain development. he doesn't become attached easily, but when he does... he gets attached.

-> the biggest difference is his inability to let you go. that's not to say normal vader isn't a bit nervous to lose you, but at least he lets you walk around the ship. he's a bit nervous you'll be targeted by some troopers wishing to have their life ended early, but he trusts that you are strong enough to defend yourself. and if you're not able to fight anybody off, you know well enough to call him for assistance.

-> yandere!vader won't let you go in any sense. don't even dream about seeing anyone else ever.

-> you won't be able to leave your room. a full bathroom is already part of the room, but a kitchen will be added after an unfortunate incident that ended in the death of an innocent boy that was only attempting to deliver food to his chambers.

the day before had been particularly taxing on vader and he had slept in more than he normally does. on any average day, he would be up before 6, but most likely around 5:30. so who's surprised that the sith lord doesn't make his own food? he has it delivered before he starts his day. by the time of the delivery, vader has been up for almost an hour. his suit is on and the helmet is ready to be placed on to open the door and receive the meal. the only one privileged enough to see his face is you.

unfortunately for the poor delivery boy, vader was not up when the boy brought by the food and held his hand up to knock on the thick steel door. the sound reverberated in the large room, causing you to rouse and look at your lover. you've been told to never answer the door, but he was just so tired and you didn't want to wake him. he'd had a tough day.

and so - although it was a foolish decision - you pulled the covers back from your side of the bed and stood. the floor was cold against your feet and so you scampered quickly (and quietly) to the door so the numbing feeling would be over with soon.

another knock rang out as you reached the keypad that would open the door. you repeated the code you had seen vader thumb every time he left the room. a fwishhh accompanied the sliding of the door. the freckled boy before you couldn't have been older than 15, if you had to guess. he was standing next to a cart he no-doubt had been pushing all the way from the kitchen, given that it was stacked with breakfast goodies. fruits were delicately placed in a silver bowl and toast was on a plate right besides it. but, before your eyes could take in what else was on the trays, you heard a squeak coming from the boy in front of you. your eyes snapped towards him before you followed his gaze and spun your head quickly to face what had terrified him so.

the black mask you had grown familiar with was what met your eyes. the darkness radiating off of him reminded you just how comfortable you had gotten around him. he was clearly angry. for a second, you were thankful it wasn’t at you, but then you remembered who it was directed at; the child behind you. say what you want about how you thought he had changed, but you remember the whispered stories of how merciless he was. that was before you met him. you were foolish to think that he could have ever truly changed.

before you could even think of how to deflect the anger onto yourself - anything to save the boy behind you from meeting the horrible fate you knew must be in store for him - the gloved hand reached out and squeezed. sputtering was heard behind you and you could do nothing but watch in terror.

you had gotten too comfortable.

-> no amount of apologies could fix what had just been broken. you both felt betrayed. the sith lord was angry you had disobeyed him and answered the door for anyone. you were (more understandably) angry he had the nerve to kill a child in front of you for merely laying his eyes on you.

“you’re being ridiculous. he is was just a boy. you had no right-”

“i had all the right in the universe. you are mine, don’t you ever forget that.”

-> and so, a kitchen was built in the shared room. to prevent another misfortune from befalling a member of the ship’s workforce, you were moved to another room for the time being.

-> things would take a while to get back to how they once were. they were never normal. how could things be normal when you were trapped in your room for months on end? you hadn't seen beyond the corridor in months - and the only reason you had seen the corridor was when darth vader left to go about his duties every morning and came back every night. if it wasn't for his comings and goings, you very likely would have no idea of how time was passing.

-> being banished to another room entirely was more torturous than you thought it would be. you were foolish to believe that vader was the cause of your boredom. he was at one point, but no longer. you were entertained by only your thoughts and your movements. pacing back and forth for hours at a time left the rug beneath you threadbare; but it gave you something to do.

-> seeing vader again was a breath of fresh air. the days alone had left you craving everything he provided you with. and so, when you heard his signature breathing and laid your foggy eyes on him after being ripped out of a dreamless sleep, you bolted upright and practically threw yourself on top of him.

-> if he wasn't wearing a mask you would have been able to see the smug smirk he held.

he had regained control over you.

138 notes · View notes

darkbluekies · 1 year

Note

OC’s with a reader who gets insecure/jealous a lot? Like they’re scared that Yandere will leave them for someone else, open their relationship, cheat on them, ect.

Alright, I think I’m done, for now

-🦇

Warnings: mentions of killing, Jerry being nsfw as usual lol

[I'm really testing my limits with Jerry's part, I've never written something like that before, but I'd like to be able to write all kinds of stuff and to make Jerry's character realistic i need to go out of my comfort zone! Please bare with me lol]

Silas:

To be honest, this man would he completely dumbfounded. Why would he ever want someone else when he knows he has you waiting at home for him? He barely has time to meet you, so when would he have time to hook up with others? He would think that your worries are a bit silly, but he wouldn't be too mocking about it.

"My God, baby, aren't your sweet, little head getting a little full with all of those stupid thoughts? I only want you. I'd never dream of looking at someone else. Just knowing that you're here waiting for me every night is all I ever need. Come into my arms now, I’ll show you that you're the only one i want."

Dr Kry:

You wouldn't have told him at first. Your relationship is purely professional, he's your doctor and you're his patient. You're not allowed to feel jealous. But you can't help it! Dr Kry is not a stupid man, he picks up on this quite quickly and asks you about it. When he hears how you don't like him being so close to his colleagues, he'd fight the urge to smirk so widely. He'd tilt his head and cross his arms.

"My little Y/N … haven't you understood yet? Who do you think I want? Who do you think I spend the majority of my time with, hm? Who I look forward to meeting everyday? Who I dream about when I'm asleep? Who's my favorite patient, Y/N?"

King Edmund:

You don't understand why you're afraid of him having lovers. You don't like him! You've told yourself that! But still, it stings in your heart when you see him greeting people by kissing their cheeks. One night, you can't take it anymore and tell him your fears. Edmund doesn't care about much, but you're something he really values and hearing about this breaks his greedy, little heart.

"My dear, dear Y/N. Don't tell me you've been feeling like this for a long time! Don't tell me you don't understand how much I want you. I killed for you, Y/N! I got rid of everyone that I've ever fancied to make sure you understood. You have no reason to be scared that I'd keep any people behind your back."

Jerry:

She can read you like an open book. She knows how insecure you are and how much you want her approval, attention and love. Jerry might not be the best one to show her loyalty to you, but she trusts you to understand that she'd always choose you. She tries finding other ways than affirming words and affection to reassure you that you're her one and only. Sadly, that's one part about you she can't read, she doesnt understand just how worried you are. You tell her how you don't like it when she goes out to her clubs because you’re so scared that she'll go home with someone.

"Aw, are you jealous? How cute. Haven't I fucked you enough times to know how much you mean to me? Don't I put you first in the bedroom? I don't show that kind of attention to just anyone. I fucking love you, baby! More than anything! Don't you believe me? Really? Guess I have to prove it to you again, my love. I'll stay home. This time, I'll make sure you understand ..."

Hedwig:

She secretly loves you being jealous and insecure. It reassures her that you still want her. She will go out of her way to hug her friends a bit longer than usual and smile to other classmates a bit wider just to feel you hug her arm tighter. You lean your chin on her shoulder with a small whine. She smiles, pretending not to know a single thing.

"What's wrong? Aren't you feeling well? Why the pout, darling? Come here, give me a hug, that's right ~"

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere mafia #yandere oc x reader #female yandere #clingy yandere #possessive yandere #obsessive yandere #manipulative yandere #jealous yandere #🦇 anon

487 notes · View notes

fearyandear · 9 months

Text

Why is jealousy one of the hottest things in the world I swear to fuck WHY.

#fear me #jealous lovers are just *chefs kiss*#yeah yeah not healthy or good irl but in fic....#jealous yandere #in particular is like. oof.#it brinfs out the desperation. the possessiveness. the incredulous behavior that makes em go mad oTL #moods im in moods today im all messed up im sorry to anyone that cares lol

30 notes · View notes

yxami · 1 year

Note

ANGST...? IM IN! cant wait for it <3

This is just lil short blurb since this isn’t actually part of the story, more like a “what if”

I hope you enjoyed this!

description: Eros the yandere cupid, male yandere, gen neutral reader, angst, relationship mentions, manipulation, toxicity on Eros’s part?, that type of stuff.

How I imagine angst to happen with Eros and reader is mainly about Eros meddling with reader’s love life. If reader was ever able to find out, their anger would not only stem from the fact he’s been scaring off potential lovers but the fact that they’ve been incredibly insecure from all these failed attempts of dating.

“You’ve been scaring people off so I couldn’t date them?? Eros, I’ve been fucking looking for someone for so long, wondering why I’ve never gotten the chance! You know what I thought?! I thought something was wrong with me, that I wasn’t good enough for anyone” Your rage was boiling to say the least. Tears prickled your eyes out of the overwhelming discovery.

“I had to! I wanted to be with you and I thought that was the only way!!” His voice was shaky, he had never seen you so upset before, nor has he ever heard you scream. He was sat on your bed, watching you pace around in anger.

“That’s not okay, it’s not fucking okay to mess up my love life just because of your selfishness! What else have you been controlling??” Hot tears ran down your face. You weren’t even sure why you were crying, you were supposed to be angry!

It was probably the betrayal you felt that you thought this genuine friend was one that you could develop feelings for, was actually a lying Cupid, manipulating your love life for his benefit.

“I haven’t controlled anything else! It was just scaring off those people!” Eros saw your tears and his face was matching yours. He was tearing up and sniffling, he had never felt this heart aching feeling before. It felt awful!

“I don’t even want to see your face right now” You mumbled, stopping your frantic pacing back and forth. You needed space, and lots of it. Either he was going to disappear or stay out of your room. At the same time, him disappearing wasn’t satisfying because he could easily watch over you without you realizing. That meant you wouldn’t be getting any actual space.

“Get out of my room” You looked at him with as much seriousness that you could muster. Your eyes glossy from your salty tears. The two of you had face expressions that showed sadness and overwhelming pain.

“Please just hear me out! I know it wasn’t—“

“Get out Eros, I mean it” You walked towards the door and opened it wide open for him to leave. Your glared eyes met his sad ones. He reluctantly left the room, never actually leaving your home. He knew he had to stay out of your way though.

You shut the door and locked it, being able to gain whatever privacy you had left. You threw yourself against your bed. You sobbed and sobbed, until tears no longer spilled. You felt betrayed, why did he think that was okay?

You could hardly breathe from the overwhelming intake of air that your body demanded. You sat up trying to compose yourself despite the thirty minutes of crying just ending. You had an aching heart and head. Everything felt awful, everything sucked!

Your only close friend actually being a fucked up cupid who stopped you from finding true love because he loved you. It was sick! Your insecurities had reached an all time high because of him. You believed you were never going to be good enough or pretty enough for someone.

It had gotten bad this one time where you refused to leave your house for a week, staying in bed as if you were bedridden. And now it was repeating again, for the same reason. Just this time, it was about him, him and his stupid fucking actions!

Eros felt weird, he felt empty like his heart had been ripped away from him. He felt immensely ashamed to make you so mad that you couldn’t even see him. He knew it was a mistake to do what he did. He still took the chance because he loved you, a lot.

He was in his room, sat on his bed, in a pensive mood. What was he supposed to do now? Does he apologize and admit his wrongdoing? Or does should he wait it out and see what happens.

He knew the first option would likely be the best one. From all the matchmaking and fights he’s seen, apologizing seemed to be the best option he could go for. He was just worried when he should or if you would even let him apologize.

The both of you were in your rooms, either one was sobbing or the other was reflecting on something. It only came to dinner time when it meant the both of you had to go and eat something.

You were not in the mood to cook anything so you were looking around for a snack. You heard his footsteps into the kitchen as he observed you, standing there.

“Hey..” Eros meekly said, as quiet as mouse but enough so you heard him. He was trying to feel out whether you were still heated up about it. He knew you wouldn’t get over it so quickly. The part he was worried about was whether you were okay with seeing him.

You completely ignored him, continuing to look for something to snack on. You were able to find some cereal and you grabbed milk from the fridge.

“Are you still mad?” He nervously bit on his lip, not hard enough to puncture his skin.

Complete silence filled the room other than your rummaging for a spoon. You were obviously ignoring him but he didn’t get the message until now.

“I’m sorry, I know it wasn’t okay to do any of it. I.. I was scared, scared that you were going to find someone else and that I would never get the chance to be with you..”

You were a little surprised that he apologized. You honestly expected him to wait until you were cooled off and ready to forgive him. It still didn’t change anything though, he was still wrong for doing it.

“It was really fucked up, I hope you know that.” You put your silver spoon into your bowl and turned around to look at him. His wings wrapped around him, an obvious sign of self soothing.

“I do! And I’m really sorry that it made you feel insecure and scared. I never meant to make you feel like that, I just wanted you to myself because I believed that I was never going to get the chance to be with you. I think you’re gorgeous and I couldn’t believe you actually wanted to be friends..” He made sure not to overstep your needed space and froze his feet where he was standing.

You were flattered by the compliments but it was still angering that he believed it was okay at the time. You knew it was going to be awhile until you truly forgave him for what he did. You needed to see that he was actually sorry and not just saying it so you would stop being angry with him.

“It’s gonna take me a long time to forgive you. I hope you know that.”

“I know.. just don’t give up on me… please?”

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #manipulation #gender neutral reader #angst #yandere angst #yandere oc #soft yandere #jealous yandere #cupid yandere #yandere Cupid #erosmyoc

294 notes · View notes

reareaotaku · 6 months

Text

Childhood Friends

Summary: You and Ace have been friends since childhood, but something happened when puberty hit. Something changed.

Ace was a quiet boy. He didn't speak much, he liked listening not speaking. Even when he was answering a question, he was short and straight to the point. While he didn't have many friends, he did have you, Y/n L/n.

He liked you and sometimes felt as if no one else in the world mattered, not when he had you by his side. Even if he would never mention that to you. It felt to vulnerable for him to express to you.

As children, you two were outcast; the weird kids. You both weren't like other kids; Though, it was not like you to were 'weird', kids were just mean and you both were easy targets.

Though as time progressed, especially when you both entered your teenage years, things changed. Ace... well he changed; Emotionally, mentally... Physically. He became a heartthrob, even though he tried to deny it.

Instead of being a creep or 'the quiet kid', people saw him as 'mysterious' since he was attractive. You were happy for him and his newfound attention, but you felt a little... well, alone and a little jealous. He was getting all this attention and wasn't even sparing them a glance. It's like he couldn't hear them or just pretended they didn't exist.

"You been asked to dance, yet?" You look up at Ace, who was picking at his lunch. He looked up, before tilting his head, and then he shakes his head.

You frown, glaring at him, but he pays it no mind. He continues to pick at the food and you lean onto your hand. You blow out a piece of your hair and groan, which causes him to look back up at you.

"Have you been asked to the dance?"

You roll your eyes, "Of course not." You sigh heavily, messing with your loose strands of hair.

"Do you want to go together?"

You looked at him wide-eyed, "You and me?" You chuckle under your breath, "Yeah right."

"Do you not like me?"

You're taken aback by his tone. It was sad, but it also had an angry undertone.

"Do you like someone?"

"Uh- N-no," You shake your head, but he doesn't believe you.

"What, you don't trust me? Tell me," He leaned in closer, tilting his head. His tone may have turned lighthearted, you could see the anger in his eyes.

"It's no one."

He frowns and crosses his arms, "Do you have plans after school?" He's not looking at you when he's asking, but you know that even if you have plans, he would wreck them. Or at least with the attitude he was giving, you assumed that would be his plan.

"No."

"We should go to the arcade." He looks at you, his face blank.

"Yeah. We should."

The bell rings and you both pick up your food, before tossing it away. Before you can leave, he grabs the back of your bag and pulls you towards him. He towers over you and it's prevalent as he looks down at you.

"I'll see you after school?"

"Of course."

#oc #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc #own character #childhood friends #childhood friends to lovers #yandere #yandere x reader #childfriends to lovers #jealous yandere #yandere horror #yandere horror x reader

124 notes · View notes

constesplanetarium · 7 months

Text

Locked out.

☼⚠︎ Marcus (Yandere! Bartender) x GN!Reader

“𝕀𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖? 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣.”

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Darkness rating ) 4/10: “A little bruise. Want some ice?”

the reader doesn’t have any specific appearance, so you can imagine them however you’d like :)

OK SO I ORIGINALLY WASN’T GONNA WRITE A NEW PART FOR MARCUS BUT OMGG I GOT THE SWEETEST COMMENT EVER ON MY ONESHOT VER. OF HIM AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AGAIN!!! <3

this is a pretty slow burn into the yandereness, so… AND I GAVE HIM AN APPEARANCE THIS TIME!!! its only mentioned once or twice if you’d rather use ur own headcanon for him :)

if ur new here. i suggest reading the oneshot ver. of him OR reading the short canons to understand the story a bit better. totally not necessary though!!! you can treat this part kind of as a oneshot too of thats the case :)

P.S, theres a new character around the end!!

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

ONESHOT: Right here!

CANONS: Right here!

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

(CONTENT WARNINGS!!!) Light mentions of rape/SA, and potential ominous/possessive behavior.

Also, there’s a small hook-up scene, so light smut/nsfw ;) If you want to skip it, you’ll know when it ends.

Word count: Around 5.8k (Sorry it’s so long lol)

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Oh, just great. You clutch at the neckline of your jacket and huff in frustration, the air around you suddenly getting colder. You can’t find your house key. Where the hell did it go? It’s not like it ran off your key ring or something. Ugh, you knew you should’ve got one of those digital keypad thingies. That’ll probably be your next purchase, yeah. You heave a long sigh and whip out your phone, getting ready to call management for a spare, or at the very most, a locksmith.

Fuck, but it’s already 11:43 PM. Who the hell can call a locksmith at this hour? And management hours are already long past operational since they close early on Fridays…

Ugh. You might have to crash at your best friend's place in the next building over, but he always tends to get too clingy once you’re preparing to leave. He probably lost the spare key you gave him to your apartment, too. His annoying voice already rings in your head and you raise a hand to your temple, trying to get rid of the thought quickly.

“Uhm.”

Oh my god!

You swivel around to see Marcus, looking extremely shocked at your reaction. His dark brown hair is as fluffy as always, and his glasses are just a little bit crooked. “Oh, I’m sorry!” The small pile of keys around his finger jingles as he waves his hand around in a panic. “I’m sorry, er, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The nerves that were building inside you suddenly calm down once you register that it’s a familiar face, a very welcome one at that.

“What’s wrong?” He peers at you and the door, and his face flashes with recognition. Yeah, you don’t have your house key, Marcus. “Oh.” He starts to giggle like a schoolgirl and you scowl, shoving him lightly. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” A small mischievous smile pops up on his face, and he whips out his house key off the ring, jingling both his key and the others in front of your face. “Wish you had these, huh?”

This guy…

“Ah, wait, I’m sorry, come back!” You turn and start speed walking towards the stairs, ready to spend the night at your best friend's house. Eh, he might have a sleeping bag for you or something. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in his bed again. His pillows are always comfortable. “Hey! Wait!” Your grumpy steps come to a stop as you hear him running after you, pulling you into a tight hug from behind. It’s almost like he’s choking you with the way he’s grabbing you. So tight. “I didn’t mean it…” He dramatically cries out from behind you, making you sigh as you pat him on the arm to console him. He looks down at you. “So, what’re you going to do now?”

You have no clue.

“Hmm… How about you come with me to the bar again?” You peer up at him and smile, knowing that he probably could help you with some of your work too. You wriggle out of his grasp and start to tug on him, and he cracks up at your enthusiasm. “Okay, okay.”

The dim atmosphere of the bar has eased your mind by now, and you take a glance around. There are only a couple of customers here now, a group of three, a couple, and a man sitting alone, scrolling through his phone. You’re not surprised, it’s pretty late.

…Why is he working at the bar this late anyway? Usually, his shift starts at 7:30 PM and ends at 11:30. You tilt your head at the sudden question that enters your head, and you watch him clean some dirty glasses with a wet rag. He looks up at you and a smile forms on his face once you ask.

“I was waiting for you to ask that. There's a simple answer, really.” He sets the glass aside and puts the rag in the sink. “I just had to get something from home. I’m working overtime again, as you can see.” He gestures over to the clock on the wall, it displaying 11:57 PM. “I’m here until 1:30 AM again. Just around an hour and a half.”

You take a small sip of the drink he made you, a virgin margarita. Taking a glance at your open laptop, you frown. Lord. That worksheet looks so… Bad right now.

You shut your laptop and slide it back into your bookbag, making Marcus raise his brow. “I thought you wanted me to help you with your work?” Not anymore. You shake your head and rest your head down on the bar table. You’d rather talk to him instead.

After you say that, the short silence between you two gets a little uncomfortable, and you look up to see what's going on. He’s returned to cleaning the glasses, a gentle smile on his face. You find yourself smiling as well and decide to spark up a conversation.

“How was my shift? Ah, better than last time.” He laughs at the memory and sets the glass aside. “Want another drink?” He points to your almost-finished glass, and you nod eagerly. “Anything different?” With a nod of your head, you decide to ask for a sunrise mocktail.

It would be a little embarrassing to admit that you had searched up virgin bar drinks you would like him to make you in your free time, and even during class once. You made a little list and saved it for later, deciding to go over it when he was driving both of you here.

He smiles and bends down, opening the little fridge you know is there and he pulls out a small bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling wine and orange juice, and some ice. He grabs the grenadine off a shelf behind him and sets everything down. Your mind wanders to the last time you were here, and the shirley temples he made you with the strawberry syrup.

You kind of want it again. It gave the drink a sort of bitter taste, but it wasn’t terrible. It was unique.

“The… Strawberry syrup? You want some?” He gets quieter the more he talks and he looks away, staring at the floor. Confusion fills your head to the brim. Why does he look so happy, but also in shock? Oh, maybe he’s flustered you like the strawberry syrup combo with the grenadine he made? Or maybe they’re all out? “Oh, no, uhm…” He messes with his fingers for a moment. “I don’t know if we have anymore, but I can check.” As he walks to the back, you take another look around the bar. It looks like the couple is getting ready to leave, and the group of three looks extremely tired. You take a glance at the man alone and he’s pouring all of his liquor into a silver flask, glancing at the bar to make sure Marcus isn’t coming back soon. I guess it's a policy that you can’t smuggle alcohol outside, but the bartenders probably don’t care anyway.

You turn back to the bar to see Marcus coming back, with an actual bottle of the stuff. I guess they finally listened to him, huh? “It’s a… Different kind of syrup this time. It’s sweeter, like a lot.” He chuckles and pops the cork off the sparkling wine. “I thought the other one would be too bitter for this drink.” He takes out a tall glass, opens the orange juice, and pours it into the glass so it's half full, and then the sparkling wine. “Grenadine is already pretty sweet, so I’ll go half and half on the syrup too.” He does exactly that, and slowly pours the grenadine in, then the strawberry syrup. The syrup is more… Solid. And brighter in color than it was last time. You can almost smell how sweet it is from here. He slides the drink over to you, and you stare at the pretty ombre effect both of them made at the bottom, just like your Shirley temples.

“If you want, tell me if you want it with the other syrup.” He smiles as you take a sip of the mocktail. The sparkling wine and orange juice mix with each other well, alongside the sweetness of both syrups. It’s good. Really good. It looks like he’s waiting for your rating, standing there, fidgeting his fingers. You smile and take another few sips, giving him a thumbs up. Relief washes over his anxious features and he sighs in delight. “I'm glad you like it.” He rubs his cheek a bit and keeps on glancing between you and the drink. “Uhm, can I ask you something?”

You tilt your head, but nod.

“Are you free on Sunday?” Uh oh. Not Sunday, no. But you let him continue. “We can uh,” He scratches his cheek and fidgets with the buttons on his vest. “We can just stay in my apartment and do some baking. How does that sound?” He bakes?

“Yeah! I uh, I've been working with dough stuff recently. Like cinnamon rolls and biscuits. But my favorite things to make are pies and banana bread.” Oh my god. That sounds so fucking delicious. You get to hang out with him, AND free food? That you get to take home and enjoy? Sign you up.

… Wait. Both of you are already hanging out on Saturday to study, and you’re busy on Sunday with your best friend.

“... Busy Sunday? With what?” He tilts his head at you, and suddenly he looks like a cute puppy. It won’t hurt to tell him, yeah?

“Oh, your best friend? What’re you two going to do?” The bell behind you rings as the couple leaves, leaving just the group of three and the man with the silver flask. As you tell him, you take a glance at your phone to check the time. It’s 12:30 AM. “Coffee shop? Ah, that sounds nice. I hope you have fun.”

…The silence between you two is uncomfortable again. It’s strange, too. As soon as you mention your friend he gets quiet? You look up at him and take a mental note of his expression. Is that anger? Jealousy?

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” He glances around the bar for a few seconds, and then he turns his attention back to you. His eyes have a soft look in them as he looks at you. “How about instead of studying, we bake?” Great idea. Fuck that class anyway. You nod and he laughs a little, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. “Yeah, I hate the class too. The assignments are always so annoying.”

A couple shuffles and clinks of glass make you turn to see the group of three getting up, and getting ready to leave. “Have a good night.” Marcus murmurs as the three take their leave, the bell ringing above all their heads. Ah, now it's just you, Marcus, and that guy. His eyes trail over to the man sitting there, and then he looks back at you. I guess he’s just waiting for him to leave so you both can talk in peace.

“Hmm? Do I want him to leave?” He whispers to you and looks at the man. The man’s drinking away from his flask, staring off into the night from the window next to him. Marcus chuckles. “Maybe a little. It’s always better when it's just us two.” A wink from him is all it takes to send your heart aflutter. You finally finish the rest of your drink, trying to take your mind off your beating heart. He’s always been so charismatic ever since you started talking to him. “Well… Let’s just talk to pass the time faster. Time flies when you’re having fun, you know?”

Both of you chat and whispe, talking about classes to the weather, until Marcus looks away from you. “Have a good night.” He waves to the customer leaving the bar, and you turn instinctively.

You meet eyes with the same man with the flask. He looks around the age of 35, maybe a little older. You can’t see too much from here, but now that you see him standing up, wow, he is tall. Very tall. He looks you up and down for a moment, a smirk appearing on his features. He waves Marcus a goodbye, “You too,” and then you. “Have a good night, sugar.”

You wave bashfully at him as he dips out the bar, with a little ring of the bell on top of the door. You watch him walk to his car, but not without a small mutter from Marcus.

“Weird ass old man.” He hisses and slams a small shot glass onto the table, covering his mouth afterward. “Oh, uh, sorry…” He chuckles, his hand trembling a bit as he pours you a small shot of a sort of tropical, mango rum. You didn’t even ask for one, but eh, you’ll take it. It’s only one anyway.

But, weird? Hmm… You can’t say that the interaction was weird persay, he probably just thought that you were cute.

“He does that to most people in the bar. He’s probably hoping someone will bend over for him and let him fuck them.” He sighs and watches you down the shot, and he picks up the shot glass himself. “I hear him talk about how he likes to do it rough, and how he’ll do it with a girl whether she likes it or not.” Disgust washes over his neutrality and he downs his shot as quickly as you did. “Fucking pervert.” A shiver rises up your spine and spreads all over your body as you watch the man turn his car on and drive off. Ew.

Goosebumps form on your skin and you try to rub them away, but they stay there. He frowns seeing your reaction and walks over to your side of the bar, rubbing your shoulder affectionately. His warmth is so comforting. “Do you need anything?” You shake your head, but rest your hand on top of his, flashing him a smile. “Sorry to uh, put all of that on you at once.” He tries to laugh it off, but still rubs your shoulder. You shake your head in reassurance that he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s probably just a little shock. The only odd part about it was how aggressive he was, but you understand. “Well, now that we’re both alone.” He hums as he heads for the door, locking it up immediately and turning the sign from “Open” to “Closed again. You raise a brow at the sudden realization that if he’s “closing” up early, why don’t you two just head to his place for a little? You wait till he makes his way next to you, sitting down on the stool to your left, and decide to ask.

“Oh. I thought you just didn’t want to, uh, head to my place this late.” Is he nervous to have you over? He keeps on fidgeting with the buttons on his vest as he speaks, but he can keep eye contact pretty well, you suppose. “Are you sure you want to go?” You’re pretty damn sure. You miss the comfort of being in bed. But first…

One last drink wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“Another mocktail?” He smiles and steps off the stool, heading back to the other side of the bar table, and pulls everything out to make it again. As he prepares the drink, you find your mind drifting to that man again. God, what a weirdo. Shivers spread throughout your body as you think about it, and you shake your head lightly, trying to forget the memory. When you turn back to talk to him, the drink is already done and prepared right in front of you. “Boo.” It looks like in the midst of your reminiscence, your head tuned out every noise that he made.

You take a couple of sips as he swivels back around to your side, sitting next to you again. “Finish that drink, and then we’ll go, yeah?” His eyes stay planted on the glass as you keep on drinking, and he laughs. “Let me get a sip or two.” You nod and slide the glass over, watching him take a few sips from the glass. Jeez, he didn’t even turn the glass over to drink from a different spot… Not that you really care, though. It’s just a glass. “Yum.” He licks his lips and sets the drink back down. “Thanks for staying with me for my shift, by the way. I really appreciate it.” Well, it’s not like you could really do anything else, but you smile and nod.

He fidgets the buttons on his vest until, apparently, he can’t take it anymore, and he just starts to unbutton it altogether. He slips it off and places it gently on the table. Oh wow. He has a nice figure, and he does look kind of cute, actually like a puppy.

“... What? Is there something on my face?” He wipes his mouth a little, but you laugh and shake your head. How clueless. “So you just wanna laugh at me instead of telling me what you’re thinking?”

Yep.

“Well, that’s not fair, is it?” He frowns and crosses his arms, glaring at you as he looks you up and down.

… He’s staring down at your thighs longer than any other part. Embarrassment fills your body to the brim as you snap your fingers in his face, then point to yours, like a sort of “my eyes are up here” motion.

“Ah, sorry!” Panic ensues in his face and you can't help but smile. He looks so dumb trying to salvage himself. “I didn’t mean to, uh-” You set a finger on his lips to shut him up, shaking your head. After a few seconds, you don’t even care. In just two weeks of REALLY getting to know him, you’re already so comfortable.

It’s strange, honestly. It’s like you both have been friends for years.

Either way, he can look at you all he wants.

A blush creeps onto his face and he sighs, the embarrassment in his face imminent as his sigh comes out shaky and fragile. “Sorry…” He whispers as you rub his cheek, and you watch him practically melt into your touch. “You’re so warm.” His warm kisses on the inside of your palm spread warm shivers throughout your whole body. He chuckles and keeps rubbing your hand against his cheek. “Sorry, I just, uh,” He’s so cute. “I feel really comfortable around you.” Adorable. He really is just like a puppy. You take the time to run your fingers through his hair with your other hand, and he sighs again. That sounded more like a moan than a sigh, though…

“Can you, uhm…” He groans once you decide to tease him a little, tugging on his hair lightly. “If we really are gonna do something like this,” He shuffles around in his seat, and you have to fight the demons inside yourself to not look down at his crotch. “Should we really do it here?” Do you care? Does he care? He probably doesn’t.

“Do I care?” He frowns at you but shakes his head. “No, no, I, uh, I don’t.” Your hands drag themselves down to his neck as you rub his jawline with your thumb, and you can see him bite the inside of his cheek. He chuckles and looks away from you, starting to fan himself. “Oh wow, it’s kind of hot in here, huh?” He tries to laugh it off, but your hands reach over and start to unbutton his shirt.

He doesn’t make any attempt to stop you in the slightest. “Okay, okay…” While you’re in the middle of trying to unbutton his shirt, he leans in so close in an instant, he’s kissing you so passionately, and grabbing onto the neckline of your jacket. It took you a moment to register what had just happened, but you settled in quickly, and started to kiss him right back. God, are there any cameras here? There probably are. Uh oh. His tongue slips inside and almost distracts you from your thoughts. He can probably delete the footage, right? You slip your tongue against his, and he moans quietly in your mouth, pulling away.

“Sorry, sorry…” He groans softly in your ear. He doesn’t seem sorry to you. In fact, he’s so obviously enjoying this you almost want to laugh.

You hop off your barstool and grab his sleeve, tugging him over to an empty booth. You swing him around and push him down onto the cushions, and his shocked face is almost funny, but more cute. You squeeze through the table and climb on top of him, grinning as you look down at him. This is kinda fun, huh?

His hands reach up to you, one on your neck, one on your hip, and he pushes you down, pulling you in for another kiss. You finally get to admire how soft his lips are, and he parts his mouth open, letting you slip your tongue inside again. He tastes sweet, exactly like your drink. Shock overrides every emotion, just for a moment, once you notice how hard he is, and that both of you are still in the bar, but you forget about it as he pulls away, panting. He looks fucking messed up.

“Isn’t it so cold outside? We shouldn’t leave yet...” He whines, bucking his hips against yours, trying his best not to moan. “Stay with me a little longer. You don’t need anyone else, okay?” Right now, you don’t. You try to stifle a moan as you grind against him, debating whether or not his belt should come off right now. “You really like me, don’t you?”

… Like him? Holy shit, what’re you doing? It’s only a sexual attraction.

Right?

“It’s okay.” You run your fingers down his chest with one hand, and you feel his frantic breathing as his chest goes up and down. You can almost feel his heartbeat. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll get to stay with me forever anyway, yeah? You and me?” There's a strange look in his eyes, almost staring deep inside your whole being, but you disregard it in the heat of the moment and start to take your jacket off, throwing it aside on the table. There’s a small clink of something rolling on the ground, but you don’t care enough to see what it is. “Oh god, I want you so bad, it’s crazy. You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispers in your ear, and your mind registers an almost psychopathic grin on his face, but it must be your mind playing tricks on you. “Just you and me. No one else, ever. I won't, ah, I won’t let it happen. Ah…”

God, you don’t know how much longer this can go on before you do something you might regret. The keyword being “might”.

Oh well. Let's see how long it’ll last, huh?

Awkward. So awkward.

The car ride home is pretty silent. Every now and then, both of you will try to spark up a conversation, but it doesn’t go anywhere. You’re too shy afterward to say anything else.

Ah, maybe awkward isn’t the right word. It’s more... Flustered. Bashful? Not embarrassment. You aren’t embarrassed about what happened in the slightest. You’re only regret is that you didn’t get to have sex, but you wouldn’t go that far in that bar anyway.

You both finally walk up to your door, and he furrows his brows as he looks at you. A small tug on your jacket sleeve makes you take a glance at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night at my place? It’s comfortable, I promise.” Thats… Very tempting. You aren’t even sure if he has an extra bed to sleep on. You shake your head, but thank him for his kindness, deciding that you’ll just spend the night at your best friend's apartment. At the mention of your friend, you see the corners of his mouth twitch, but those corners are suddenly pulled into a smile. “Ah, alright. Do you want me to at least drop you off at his apartment?” Hmm. It would be nice to introduce the two, but maybe later. It’s pretty late after all, so you shake your head. He fidgets with the keys in his hand and laughs a little. “Oh, ah, I’ll see you on Saturday, yeah?” You nod and wave him goodbye as he turns around, waving back to you with his key ring around a finger, and his keys jingle and echo in the hallway.

“Oh, and uh.” You look back up. “Let's continue what we had going another time, okay? It felt… Good. Really good.” His voice gets quiet, but theres a clear smile on his face. He likes it too, huh?

Of course he did.

Your face gets hot, but you nod in agreement and he takes his leave. As soon as he enters his apartment, you whip out your phone, and even though you told him you’re going to spend the night with your friend, you still aren’t a hundred percent sure.

It takes a few minutes of staring at your friend's number, and you finally decide to call, but a bang and a groan at the beginning of the hallway make you turn your head.

“Oh shit, I’m in the wrong apartment building…” Drunken rambling and groans leave the man at the…

Oh! It’s that man from the bar!

Wait, what the hell? Did he follow you here? Are you fucking kidding me?

Yuck.

He looks up and sees the recognition in your face, but it takes him a few seconds and a squint to realize who you are. “Oh... Ohhhh! It’s that person from the bar!” He drunkenly laughs, but then stops and gets a good look at your situation. “What’s wrong? Can’t get into your apartment?”

You nod slowly and raise a brow as he starts to stagger his way over. As he gets closer, you can smell the strong mix of cologne and liquor all over him, and you tense up subconsciously. He towers over you, but slouches himself over to talk to you better. His light brown hair is all messy, and there's a small, dark stain on his shirt, from what you assume to be a small spill of liquor. It looks like his hair is a bit longer in the back, too, giving it a sort of wild look. His eyes are mismatched, one with a beautiful, light shade of hazel, and the other a darker shade of the same color, so much so it’s almost pitch black. “Left your keys inside, huh?” His voice is a bit raspy, and you can definitely smell the alcohol on his breath. You didn’t even notice it at first, but he’s holding the silver flask in his right hand. “What happened to your little boy toy at the bar? Can’t stay with him?” A hiccup suddenly leaves him, and he clears his throat. “Sorry.”

You can’t help but keep your guard up around him, and take a step back.

He raises a brow. “What’s wrong, sugar? Oh, I see.” His shoulders shake as he laughs. “You think I’m a pervert, huh?” He leans against the wall and pops open his flask, taking a small swig from whatever's inside. “Didn’t follow you here if that’s what you’re thinkin’. Honest.” Just because he says that, doesn’t mean you can’t have your own suspicions. “Want me to leave? Or do you need some help with that door right there?” He beckons his flask over to your door knob. You cross your arms defensively and feel a frown form on your face. What the hell does he want?

… Wait, help? He can help?

“Yeah. Want me to open that for you?” His words slur together, yet he still seems pretty comprehensive for the most part. You don’t say anything, and just tilt your head a bit at him. “What, you gonna call a locksmith or something?” He scoffs and kneels down at the door lock, taking a good look at it. “They’re gonna charge you double since it’s so late at night. Good luck trying to find one that's not asleep.” He peers back up at you and beckons to the lock. “Want me to take a crack at it, sugar?”

You’d rather not let an alleged creep break into your house for you, but damn, you’re so tired, you don’t want to bother your (probably) already sleeping best friend, and you miss your bed… Plus, if he was going to do anything, he’s already had ample time to do just that.

You nod eagerly, and he gives you a toothy grin. You take quick notice of his gold fang. “Yeah? Gimme a sec.” He pulls out a small pick and tension wrench from his pocket, slipping the flask back inside. He starts to hum an old tune you don’t recognize, and you raise your brow as he starts to work on your lock. Why the hell does he just have those in his pocket?

“Oh, me?” It looks like he can multitask pretty well, with working on your lock and talking to you. “Oh, well… Promise you won’t tell the police?”

What the fuck? You scowl, getting ready to rip his arm off your doorknob, but then he suddenly laughs at your sign of aggression.

“Kidding, kidding. I used to break into my old high school’s cafeteria for snacks with my friends. And the janitor's closet.” This guy looks way past high school age, so how the hell does he still know this skill? “I liked breaking into the teacher's desk too. I used to cheat by stealing test answers, you know?” Is it muscle memory? “And now I like to break into women's apartments too… Take their shit or whatever, like a weirdo.” He huffs, and looks up at you for a moment, but you don’t react this time. His jokes are a bit odd. He smiles up at you and wiggles the lock a bit, a small click signifying that his work here is done. He stands up and steps aside, eagerly waiting for you to open your door. You twist the knob and it opens with ease. Despite him being an alleged creep, this man knows his stuff, apparently. Awe plasters your face as you look up at him, an uncontrollable smile breaking out on your face. “I get locked out of my apartment often. I always forget my key at home, or I just lose the shit entirely, and I got tired of calling management, or having to stay at a friend’s house for the night. So I had to whip out the ol’ highschool lockpicking again.” He yawns and scratches at his stubble. “I just saved you probably a solid hundred bucks. You’re welcome.” He waves the pick and wrench around in his hand, and then slips both back in his pocket.

…He doesn’t really seem like a creep, and it didn’t take you too long to feel at least sort of comfortable with him. Maybe Marcus was wrong? As he turns around, on an impulsive whim, you dig into your pocket for your wallet and dig out a solid fifty, running up and tapping him on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” His whole body flinches as you smack the fifty in his hands. He frowns. “The whole point of me picking at your door was so you don’t have to lose any money.” The fifties suddenly back in yours. “I don’t want your cash, honey.” You wave the fifty in his face, giggling to yourself at his grumpy expression. He groans and takes the fifty, folding it in half. “Fine. If it’ll make you stop wagging that shit in my face.” He stuffs the fifty in his pocket, the same one with his tools inside and he brings his flask back out, taking a fat swig from it. What’s inside it anyway?

“Vodka.” He shakes the flask around, as the vodka inside sloshes and echoes around the bottle. He brings it up towards your face, and you wince at the strong smell. “Usually I mix it with strawberry lemonade, but I was extra exhausted today from work.” He rolls his eyes at the thought of his employment, and stuffs the flask into an empty pocket. “Just ended up asking for pure vodka to get me drunker.” Both of you are quiet as you get a good look at each other for a few seconds, since neither of you are sure what to say. Unexpectedly, he chuckles, followed by a small hiccup. “Thanks for the fifty. Probably gonna spend it on alcohol and cigarettes, though.” You giggle and shake your head, not sure whether or not to approve his future purchases with the fifty. Eh, he can spend it on whatever he wants. It’s his money now, I guess. “Have a good night, sugar. If you need me,” He starts to walk away, but then hiccups and clears his throat. “Pretty sure I’m two apartment buildings that way. Room 304.” He points to the right.

He’s “pretty sure”? You find yourself chuckling quietly at the absurdity of the situation, as you step into your apartment. You still need to ask management for a spare, if it’s not anywhere around your house. Luckily, your best friend has a spare, so you can just take that for the time being when you see him. Unless he lost it again, ugh. He’s on his, like, third spare by now.

… Wait. What the hell is his name? The locksmith wonder. All of a sudden, you have so many questions for him, and you turn back to the hallway to ask, but by the time you do so, he’s already gone.

For some odd reason, you hope you get to see him again. But for now, wow, you need to sleep. Bad.

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍!

I throw my keys onto my sofa, snatching my bookbag off the cushions and ripping open the zipper. It doesn’t take long to find the key I hid deep down in it, and I stare the ridges of it in admiration. I don’t need to lockpick their door anymore, thank lord. It was becoming a hassle trying to avoid people seeing me. Luckily, there’s only a camera at the entrance of the hall too, so it’s not like security is gonna come banging on my door.

I get down on my knees and lay my head down on the sofa, trying to hold my excitement in. No fucking way that all just happened. I got to touch them, touch them everywhere. And to kiss them, their lips, oh…

My breathings become frantic, but no one else is here. It’s just me. I bite my cheek to try to distract myself from the blood rushing to my cock. It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok, keep it together.

Why do I care so much? They’re not here to see me right now, it’s just me. Yeah, me.

My heart beats pounding in my ears. My head. It’s kind of sickening, but I can’t stop. The way their body felt in my hands, oh my god. I was trying my best to keep it together. Did they see through me? No way.

I wish I got to have them over. Would we have had sex if so? I wish.

I’m still dreaming about that, but just for right now, this is enough.

i hope u enjoyed this one :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x you #male oc x reader #male oc #jealous yandere

114 notes · View notes