#victim yandere

[yxami]

Lawrence part 2, trying to write silly stuff to get my brain started

desc: yandere victim yandere x kidnapper reader, gn reader, male yandere, slight nsfw, is it stockhold syndrome if he was dreaming abt it b4 it happened?

Lawrence:

You cupped Lawrence’s cheek, gliding your hands across his smooth silky skin before he gasps at the soft touch. Unable to move, too anxious to move himself away from his crush, call it stockholm syndrome, manipulation, whatever, but there was no way he would reject your advances after so much anticipation. He’s been waiting too long to pass up on you finally reciprocating his feelings.

Well, what he thought was reciprocating but was actually a tactic to get him talking about when his parents would transfer the 500k into your account.

Something that would never actually happen.

Not with your victim begging his parents to let him stay longer. He had managed to convince his parents that he was fine and that you were his possessive friend who wanted to have a few sleepovers back to back. You wouldn’t have known about him even having a second phone until you saw him tweeting about how hard he’s crushing on someone.

That someone being you. You knew it from day one. You should’ve known having him tied in a chair, being teased for information would only cause this delusional fucker to love you even more. He’s still slightly convinced that you’re just a nervous wreck trying to mask your intentions instead of the reality of him being genuinely kidnapped for ransom.

“Ren, tell me, when are they going to give me the money so I can finally release you?” You rubbed his thigh, trying to pretend you hadn’t seen how tighter his pants looked in the matter of seconds, just ignore the forming dark spot, that’s not important!

“I Mmph- um..” He babbled, voice cracking as he tried to form his words, only for them to come out incoherent with his glassy eyes staring up at you. “I dunno..”

“I know your parents have that kind of money, why aren’t they giving it? Hmm?” You asked once more, wondering what it would take for him to spill the truth, maybe you’d have to actually take it as far as to touch the guy. He seemed excited enough already, judging by how his legs opened up a fraction at you rubbing his inner thighs, as if his body was instinctively revealing itself for you.

“Maybe they’re busy?? Ah— please please” He pleaded, unsure of what he was begging for. It could’ve been asking you to run your hand more across his inner thigh and bulge, or for you to keep speaking to him while he’s in this drunk haze of being addicted to your touch, to you, to everything.

“What would they be busy with? Too busy to think about their dear son? I know you’re spoiled, just look at you” You unintentionally spat your words with slight venom, being envious of what riches he grew up with, so much so that he’d have trouble seeing the struggles you grew up with.

Your fingers firmly wrapped at his jaw, turning his head to see the sides of his face, seeing how the blush poured over every area that you managed to affect.

A surprised whimper escape from his lips, causing him to try to pull his face away, he doesn’t think he can handle anymore teasing, grabbing and you pulling on area you’d like, treating him like he’s yours and only yours to play with. God this is hotter than he expected, a little too much to handle, and yet he still can’t help himself to blurt out stupid things to get you to overwhelm him more than you already have.

He should be chastised for liking this so much, but this was written in every page of his book, getting tied and bound by you, interrogating him with no chance to get away, you might as well propose because he will soon!!

“They’re p-probably distracted with work so.. they haven’t noticed?” Lawrence hates being in-genuine with you, but he has to. He doesn’t want you kicking him out for lying through his teeth about something like this. It’s just a simple switch of the words, you’ll understand soon enough right?

You glanced at his phone, practically teleporting across the room, why didn’t you just search his phone? There was no need for you to be asking him if he just unlocked it!

“Um.. I can’t do that” He pushed his bottom lip out into a contemplating expression, he’s never declined anything you wanted but he has to right now. He doesn’t want you finding out the texts that he sent to his parents, you’d definitely get mad!

“Why?” You glared at him, leaning close so he could see your hatred for his defiance. Especially after he’s been so cooperative with giving you all the information you needed, yet suddenly when it comes to the money and contacting his parents he refuses to?

It makes no sense!

Why wouldn’t he— The realization finally hit you. He’s been telling you answer since the start. He’s in love with you and the idea of being kidnapped, of course he wouldn’t fucking tell his parents. He must’ve said something to them when he had his second phone. This is why they haven’t contacted you in a week!

So what now, you were stuck with this pervert?? You wanted the money but not enough to stay by him for as long as he wanted. Maybe you should find someone else and let him go. How unlucky were you to get this guy as your first victim.

“I’m sorry.. please don’t ignore me” Lawrence whispered out, looking up at you with that familiar look in his eyes. The sight that expressed a love sick look even if you were right in front of him. “I wanna tell you!! But you’ll be upset and I don’t want you to be mad” He whined, leaning towards you with a sorrow filled look.

His looks were convincing, you hated it but his adorable pout and expressions were never feigned!

“You texted them didn’t you? Probably something like you were fine and to not send anything?” You exhaled, no longer in the mood to get mad. You had no clue that was even possible.

“Mm…” He whined, looking at you, then at his hands that anxiously fiddled with each other, his eyes would flicker at you and then to the other. He wasn’t too sure if he should just spill it or not but ultimately he decided to obey. “Yeah.. I’m sorry” His frown increasing with tears that welled up in his eyes, causing them to be more shiny and pitiful than usual.

“God, I don’t know what I’m even gonna do with you, at this point I don’t even think I need you tied up” You mumbled your last sentence, deciding to test it out by untying him. It would probably be better if he ended up faking that he saw this situation in a red heart shaped glasses type of way.

“Huh? You’re untying me? N—No! Please don’t let me go, I don’t want to go back at least not right now” Tears streamed down Ren’s face, clearing showing he wasn’t ready to leave now. He was already on the verge of sobbing as he clung onto you.

You opened your mouth to tell him something along of the lines that you weren’t doing that but you couldn’t help but want to see if he was being real about wanting to stay so badly. Surely it was just a simple scenario that would be crushed once he realized the severity of it?

“Please..? I’m sorry I disobeyed you” His doe eyes forcefully making eyecontact with you, refusing to look away as if you’d punish him for doing so. “Just give me another chance? I swear I’ll be so good for you..” His whiny tone more evident while his bottom lip quivered, sniffling as he kept his arms around you.

“I was just untying you, you can leave if you want but you obviously don’t.. so just do whatever you want” You sort of mumbled, what were you supposed to do after testing him? It’s not like you could call his parents and tell them to pick up their son that refused to leave. He could snitch you out if he was mad enough anyways.

But his infatuated stare that you could feel burning holes in the back of your head said otherwise.

While you stepped up the stairs you were too lost in thought to hear his hesitant steps after yours. He pondering whether to follow you or not but he didn’t want you to leave his sight so he did. Maybe you’d let him roam around the house now, the only time you ‘technically’ let him was when he had to go to the bathroom.

“Um.. I can try cooking and cleaning the house while you work, will that convince you?” Lawrence followed close, on your tail while he wrapped his hands together, he wanted to hold onto you for comfort but grabbed his arm that reached out for you before you notice he tried.

“Convince me how?” You leaned against your kitchen counter, your palms resting right at the edge while your lower back pressed against it too, your calm demeanor only made him more comfortable that you were his kidnapper. If you were someone different, they would’ve never let him up here let alone speak to him like this. In such a friendly yet commanding tone..

“That I’m loyal! I’ll try to convince you that I’m good and how I can provide things for you!” He perked up at the chance to prove himself, you could see his eyes light up because of it. “Um.. but it can’t be money yet because I haven’t gotten my allowance and I don’t think my parents would give me 500k out of nowhere” He had an apologetic demeanor while looking at the floor, hoping his honesty helped with the situation.

You hummed in a approving tone, opening your fridge to look for something to snack on, or brunch if possible. Chinese left overs? Eggs with bacon if you wanted, or instant noodle soup if you weren’t in the mood to cook. Those were the only options that seemed appetizing.

“Can I help cook breakfast?” Lawrence stood behind the fridge door, towering over you while he leaned to see what you were observing. You turned your head up, seeing the unfamiliar sight of him facing down at you instead of the opposite where he’d sit in a chair and stare up.

“Yeah sure, grab a big pan while I get some of the stuff we need” You pointed, a little dazed at trying to get used to this new found roommate, at least for now, until you found a solution.

If only you knew this would be a permanent solution, at least until Lawrence decided to terminate this unspoken contract. You should’ve known it was sealed by the blush on his face after your approval to him proving his worth! Now, he has all the freedom to impress you that he’s a worthy husband roommate!

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #pls request #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere victim #yandere masochist #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere ocs #victim yandere #yandere kidnapee #yandere x kidnapper reader #kidnapper reader #lawrencemyoc

[aircd]

✮⋆˙ yandere¡cheerleader¡bully (fem) ✮⋆˙

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((Warnings: mentions of stalking, bullying, homophobic slurs, physical violence, degradation.))

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yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That stares at you the entire game on the field, winking occasionally making you confused as to if she’s flirting or hinting you’ll be shoved into a wall later.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who will straight up call you a loser and worthless, but as soon as anyone else does the same she has an outburst and targets them instead for the rest of the semester.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That gets real close and personal infront of her friend group flirting but any reaction you have she laughs with her friends and shouts “what a dyke!, did you guys see that.!”

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who’s never had a boyfriend herself but makes it very apparent you’re a loser for not having one, and whispers in your ear “no man will ever love you.”

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That once saw you in the hall alone between classes crying and asked “what’s wrong with you dipshit?” as you told her about a girl who’s been berating you for months she left without saying a word; next period the same girl you told her about was walking out of the gym with a black eye and sniffling, 5 minutes later she walks out with her usual perfect ponytail now frizzy and between her Pom poms you could see her bruised knuckles, The girl never bothered you again. She and you have never mentioned the incident since.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who used to once a month pull you under the bleachers while no one was watching and push you against the wall whispering dirty things in your ears and kissing you up and down, she’d usually leave calling you some slur and said it was just to test if you’re still a “fag”. Now she does this at least once a week.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That somehow knows very personal things to insult you about in front of everyone making you wonder how she knows so much about you despite you never telling her anything. she totally doesn’t read your diary.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That unexpectedly insists on walking you home and sometimes doesn’t even ask and will silently follow behind you, when you turn around she’ll wink and wave rolling her eyes as if you’re the one that made her follow you.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who invites you to her annual sleepovers, just for you to find out you’re the only one who was invited; these “sleepovers” usually entail her asking (forcing) you to dress up in her cheer uniform and doing your makeup for practice “in case she needs someone to fill in” and silently watches you perform degrading routines until she’s satisfied, in the mornings you’ll notice a couple of your belongings missing and she’ll deny doing anything. You might see her the next day wearing one of your sweaters smiling at you tauntingly.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully That once made a bracelet for you and gets pissed when you don’t wear it. You felt very uncomfortable looking closely at it realizing it has strings of some of her hair and yours?! maybe that explains why you thought your hair was cut at her sleepovers.

yandere¡cheerleader¡bully Who finally pushed you over the edge and saw you lash out on her finally standing up for yourself while practically crying you were so angry. She was furious you started ignoring her and staring at her blankly when she’d do her daily ritual of degrading you. She eventually followed you home like usual then pushed you up against a tree and started forcefully kissing you sloppily shoving her tongue down your throat, finally pulling back and staring at your shocked face. “Now will you listen to me.?!” She says. You started to yell at her “why do you do this.?! Is it funny to you or something.!?”. Her face drops and she starts to cry “because I love you, you fucking idiot.!” “What..?! s-stop it.. I know what you’re doing.!” You say. “I- I- I love you.. I can’t ever get you off of my mind.. I think about you 24-7.. m-maybe t-too much..” she says while crying and panting. “I- I- always thought you hated me..”. “No.?! Listen you better not tell anyone about this or I’ll fucking kill you.!” She says before kissing you again and walking away while wiping her tears. She stayed silent for a week after that not even giving you a mean look.

#nsft wlw #wlw #wlw concepts #yandere wlw #fem reader #lesbian #lesbian romance #thoughts? #cheerleader #lesbian cheerleader #bully #bully x reader #bully x victim #lesbian smut #concepts #cheerleader bully #lesbian yandere #yandere x reader

[bunnygirllover45]

This is how Johann dresses up while he's outside (which is rare) Rocking the stalker outfit, go king.

#yandere oc #yandere boy #yandere male #is he watching you? #is he picking up his next victim? #who knows

[hana-no-seiiki]

TEACHER: What’s your favorite act of service?

YANDERE! BOYFRIEND: Hugs (from my significant other)

YANDERE’s FRIEND: … cute but they asked act of service-

READER: *is dying from both second hand embarrassment and blushing*

#inspired from my dearest victim boyfie #acting normal around him is getting harder by the day #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere male #yandere boyfriend #male yandere #yandere quotes

[ceruleancattail]

Serial Killer Rook thoughts:

Tw: Yandere, gore, implied murder, Rook’s very suspicious

Maybe he’s just that one guy living in a lonely little cabin by the lake. Nobody really knows much about him. At most, the villagers could only describe how he looked like, or how peasant he was. “A charming young man” was the most you’ll get out of the villagers’ chatter.

As the “delivery service” of your town, you cycle around on dirt-paved roads, running errands for the townsfolk for a small price. It ain’t much, but it’s an earnest living.

Occasionally, you drop by. Knuckles rapping away on that wooden door, calling out Rook’s name. You figure as someone passing through, it’s your duty to make sure that he hasn’t just upped and died. Rook answers your call promptly, a gentle smile dancing across his lips as he opens the door.

Ah, how nice of you, darling . Taking the time out of your day to check in on him. Oh, just look at you! How exhausted you must be, cycling all this way.

Wouldn’t you come in for a cup of tea? Rook never takes no for an answer, casually shooting down every excuse you could come up with. His arm soon finds itself way around your waist, carefully ushering you into his cabin.

Gently guiding you towards his living room, before those skilled hands of his busy themselves. Pouring you a cup of tea, asking questions. Rook’s way of making small talk, you reason.

What’s your favourite animal?

Oh, those? They were tricky to hunt, that’s for sure. Rook’s caught some before. Maybe next time you could drop by to see him in action.

Favourite colour?

Ah, how beautiful. Rook very much admires that particular shade as well… what an odd coincidence. He’s seen some wildflowers in that colour. Would you care for some blossoms?

How’s life been, in the village?

Ah, is that so? Rook prefers a quieter life, in the woods with nothing but the melody of nature to keep him company. It’s mediative, in a way. Maybe you should try, sometime.

You answer most of them light heartedly, laughing politely. Quipping back some questions of your own, you lean forward expectedly. Only to be greeted with a placid smile, before Rook turns the tables once more.

Emerald eyes staring into yours unwaveringly, their gaze burning into your irises itself. There was something unnerving about the intensity Rook’s eyes had, but you shrugged it off as just… a quirk of his. Yes, it had to be. He had to be focused, as a hunter living off the land… right?

A little weary from the constant bombardment of questions, your eyes flicker around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. Glancing at the walls, your eyes narrow in confusion. Most hunters you’ve known frame at least one or two of their exploits on the walls for the world to see. Even if taxidermy wasn’t their thing, at least there’ll be a photo or two.

Rook didn’t have that. His bows were framed on the walls, yes. Some metal crossbows, strings pulled taunt, ready to fire at any time. These laid beside more traditional bows, ranging from the natural hues of wood to the metallic sheen of steel.

Yet there weren’t any animals in sight. Only… pictures. Pictures of people in black and white. Going about their day. Most of these seemed to portray people in their most natural state, walking around, running errands… all the mundane activities of everyday life. But one thing struck you as odd.

None of them seemed aware they were being photographed. Out of all the photos on the wall, none of the subjects were looking into the camera. How odd.

Turning towards Rook again, you remark about how devoted he was to his craft. Surely to amass such a collection, he must be rather passionate about photo taking. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rook stiffen ever so slightly, a sinister glint gleaming in his eyes. Before it resumed its usual calmness, the placid smile clicking right back into place.

Well, yes… you could say he was very passionate about what he did. These people have treasured the photos Rook took of them… until the day they died.

A chill ran down your spine. You laugh nervously, remarking about how late it was. You should really be getting back to work. For a moment, Rook refused to move. A bead of cold sweat ran down your back, heart thundering away in your chest. Panic rushing through your veins, nothing but the pounding of your pulse beating within your eardrums.

Until finally, Rook got up. He walked you to the door, lamenting that you had to go so soon. It’s so rare he got any visitors. It’s rather lonely all the way out here in the wilderness….

Before you could even think, words slipped right past your lips:

“I’ll come back again. Maybe you can take my photo then?”

The ghost of a faint smirk danced across his lips as he clutched at your hands, proclaiming his gratefulness in elaborate prose. Before you stepped out of his door, Rook places something in your palm.

A necklace of… sorts. A silver charm was threaded through it, in the shape of an arrow. A lucky charm, Rook explained. It’ll keep you safe. Well, as safe as the circumstances allowed, he chuckled.

It used to belong to a client of his, but as of now? They… no longer have any need to use it, you see. So now Rook bestows it upon you! Ah yes, silver looks terrific on your neck.

Waving hesitantly , you cycle away from his cabin. Heaving a sigh of relief you had no idea that you were holding. An odd man… but charming, strangely enough. You guess you could pay him another visit the next time you were out.

Just… another one. To keep him from getting too lonely, Y’know?

From the window of the cabin, Rook stood slyly to the side. Parting the curtain with a single finger, watching you go. Goodness, how adorable. The darling on their bicycle, cycling off into the distance.

How defenceless.

Oh, how did he wish to reach right over, and trap you in his embrace. Rook could tell you were getting unnerved. With your gaze flitting all around, avoiding his own, with your trembling fingers as you pushed yourself off his armchair, clumsy excuses about the time….

Goodness, you were rather adorable, were you not? The silver necklace around your neck fit you perfectly, as well. As expected from his beloved cherie! Worry not, a charm is placed in the arrow itself. Harm will never befall you… well, unless you take it off. Rook wouldn’t know where you were, then. It’ll be hard for him to protect you, then.

That silver chain looked gorgeous around your neck, on that tender, soft skin of yours…

You couldn’t blame Rook for wondering how his own silver arrows would look like, impaled deep into your skin.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #yandere rook #rook #rook x reader #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook hunt x reader #yandere rook x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #protection potion ♦️ #once in awhile I have to indulge the insanity #y’all got to be reminded of why y’all are dubbed as victims #BE SUBJECTED TO MY WRITING MWAHSHAHHAHAHAHA

[faux-ecrivain]

Will there be a second part of Yan Bully Victim? I really liked Thomas

(Yes, there will be. Right now!) (Name’s Thomas Road) (Enjoy this long post!) (Trigger Warning; Mentions of violence, negligence, masochism, and other triggering topics.)

(Thirtieth Official Post)

(I Hope You like this Anon and I’m happy to hear that you favor Thomas! Though, I’d say that Thomas is far happier than me.) ———————————————————— Yan Bully Victim that follows you everywhere, so often that it’s beginning to annoy you.

At first, it was so pathetic, it was cute, but now you just want to change schools, and you almost succeeded, but you thought there was too much paperwork and you’re an impatient person. So, you decided to just deal with it in the same way you deal with everything. Violence! Yan Bully Victim that has no idea why you’re suddenly so much more aggressive and confrontational towards him, it almost scares him. But, his twisted mind thought about the alternative (You ignoring him) and decided that all that pain was worth it. Yan Bully Victim that did not leave you alone, much to your chagrin, and instead latched onto you like there’s no tomorrow. Yan Bully Victim that now spends every single minute next to you, despite the continuous beatings you give him. Eventually, you realize that your anger is doing absolutely nothing to deter him, and he’s getting in your way (he’s already cost you a dumb test, you don’t need him messing up your chance at winning that championship trophy) Yan bully Victim that notices you pulling away from him, pulling your punches and avoiding him. He’s quick to try to alleviate the situation. Thomas decides that getting closer to you will definitely salvage your relationship. (It won’t) Yan bully victim that becomes way more annoying the more you ignore him, seriously, it’s like he has nothing better to do than bother you. Yan bully Victim that begins to panic when his plan isn’t working, you aren’t returning to his side, and instead you’re ignoring him. It’s so similar to his family, he’s scared that his life will go back to the way it as before. That’ll you’ll ignore him, and he’ll just fade into the background. (something he experiences too often at home) He can’t have that, he won’t have that.

Thomas doesn’t like being ignored, so he does whatever he can to get your attention. He shouts your name, calls you endlessly (when did he get your number?), causing you to break your phone, and he’s even started to bother your friends. Eventually, you get tired of him and his meddling ways and you corner him. (Much to Thomas’s joy, he can’t help the creepy smile that crawls onto his face the moment you start paying attention to him.) Yan bully victim that isn’t even listening to whatever you’re saying and keeps interrupting you, going on about how awesome you are and how much he loves you.

You don’t have any interest in dating this creep, so you violently reaffirm that with a few punches to the gut. He doubles over, and you force him on the ground with your foot. Thomas is so happy that you’re paying attention to him again, now he has to think of a way to keep you with him. Yan bully victim who decides the best way to keep you with him is to play hot and cold, when you start to pull away, so will he. When you’ve been gone too long, he starts to bug you and your friends again. Unfortunately, you aren’t bright enough to see through it, but you know he’s playing a one sort of game with you, and you’re intent on winning whatever game he’s trapped you in. But, you’re probably going to be stuck with him for a long time.

#yandere oc #my writing #yandere x reader #gn reader #not the best #answer. #question? #fanfic #anon #My oc Thomas #thomas my oc #yandere boy #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere #soft yandere #Yandere Bully Victim x bully reader #Thirtieth Official Post #The previous posts about the attic fox was the twenty ninth official post #Anon 17

[painsandconfusion]

“I’m going to bite down riiiight…..here. Sink my fangs into you and suck down the blood as your little heart goes wild~”

“Fuck- Yes please.”

“……what-?”

“Yes - I want to be inside you forever - make me part of you, please-“

“…..okay yeah now you made it weird. Bye. ……..- no-???? Don’t follow me????”

#idk have a prompt #willing victim #obsessive whumpee #vampire whumper #yandere #???

[cowardz]

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚! 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢 𝙭 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧,

✧ You at least had the conscience to feel guilt. It didn't make your actions justified, and your victims did not care for a second how you felt, but it gave you the peace of mind to know that you don't take pleasure from cruelty like the others.

✧You were a selfish person to the core. The second you were given the opportunity to climb the social ladder you grasped that opportunity with both hands, even if it meant joining the friend group of the cruelest bullies in the school. To remain with the group you had to show that you fit in, so you began to participate in the torment.

✧It started with just a few cruel words, then pouring a drink on someone, and then eventually you were expected to help the leader of the group brutalize his victims. You felt guilt, but never enough to consider stopping, you were given an opportunity you couldn't afford to squander after all.

✧Your desire for popularity did not come from nowhere. At your old school you were just like the students you harass now, an outcast. Transferring schools was your opportunity to make something of yourself, even if it meant hurting people the same way you were hurt.

✧Your "friend" seemed to have a favorite victim with the way he was always picking on one particular boy, and it wasn't hard to see why. His appearance was unkempt with untrimmed messy hair and deep bags that brought attention to his vacant eyes. Everything about him was unsettling, more akin to a ghost than a human being. Even the kinder souls (not that there were many) of the school avoided him like the plague. The general consensus was that something was very wrong with this boy, and nobody was stupid enough to stick around and find out what. Everyone except your little group leader, and grudgingly yourself.

✧ One day after a particularly brutal bout of bullying you hang back from the group. Stepping back into the bathroom you cant help but feel remorse at the site of the crying boy sat on the floor. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to show your guilt this one time. Its not like he could ruin your reputation, somebody would have to be willing to talk to him for that.

✧So you crouch down and wipe the blood from his forehead as you whisper, frankly inadequate, apologies. The juxtaposition of his current situation compared to the one he was in just five minutes ago has his head reeling and his heart pounds inexplicably. Nobody had ever treated him with such care, most wouldn't even make eye contact with him. Your confusing behavior, and maybe also his blood loss, leads him to a slightly delusional conclusion.

✧Nobody so kind could ever choose to be a bully. You must have been forced! Yes that's it, your sweet angelic soul was taken captive by those heathens and forced to participate in his torture. Maybe the lead bully had blackmail on you, or perhaps you were tormented in the same way he was behind closed doors.

✧That thought had him biting his nail in anxiety as he thought about you, the only person who was ever kind to him, being hurt. You were like a lamb among wolves, but don't worry he would make a pretty good guard dog :)

✧soon he was dead set on maintaining his delusions, if anyone tried to say you chose of your own volition to hurt people he would react with violent outbursts. To him you needed to be saved from the evil that's been hurting the both of you, and he wasn't opposed to getting revenge while he's at it.

You might have been better off avoiding him like everyone else...

#tw yandere #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #tw bullying #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere victim

[lliminall]

(Yan) “Chrollo, why were you crying before? ….Are you alright?”

tags: gn reader, yandere, chrollo being big sad and a little bit unhinged

In the dark shadow of the room, you could almost convince yourself that Chrollo is praying as he glances up at you. Sat hunched on the bed, elbows resting on his knees, hands folded against his forehead as his dark eyes open to meet yours. It would be a funny thought, if it wasn’t so unsettling to see a man of his composure unraveling before you.

For a moment he says nothing, and you wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything about it at all. If you should have stayed in the bathroom and pretended to busy yourself in the shower for another half hour. It feels almost violative to witness him in this state. Your hand itches to flip the switch of the bathroom light, plunge the room into darkness and wipe the image of that expression from your mind.

Chrollo stands and crosses the room in just a few short steps. His hands find rest on the curves of your cheeks, thumbs meandering along the lines of your face.

“I’ve lost someone very important to me,” he says. “Someone I should have been able to protect.”

His eyes are sad, too sad for a man of his kind. It’s wrong on his face, wrong on his body, for someone who’s caused so much grief to be crumbling under the weight of it himself.

“One of your friends again?” you ask.

“Yes,” Chrollo answers with a sad smile. “One of my oldest friends. And there is someone on this boat who is determined to take more from me.”

Your stomach churns nauseatingly. You aren’t sure if it’s the motion of the sea or the man in front of you causing it. Chrollo pulls you into his body, pressing his forehead against yours. He looks at you like he wants to absorb you through his skin. Catalog every detail, every sight, sound, and touch of you in the library of his mind. It feels too much like he’s bracing to lose it. To lose you.

“I see now that I’ve been an idiot,” he says. “Arrogant. An arrogant fool. I didn’t understand how close I was to losing all of you.”

Nausea. Cold, creeping nausea. You want him to drop this unfamiliar act, to become the strong and unwavering force he has always been to you. He can’t be weak. He’s made himself into the only support you have, and he can’t be weak now.

Something sharpens in his gaze.

“But I won’t make the same mistake again. I’ve been weak before, in a long distant past. Did you know that?” He smiles at you as you shake your head. “No, and I won’t be again, now or any time in our future.”

His hands tighten around your face.

“I will be anything, become anything, do anything it takes to keep what belongs to me.”

Nausea. Nausea. Your hands press against his chest in a weak attempt to put space between yourself and this man you don’t recognize. He can’t be this now. Fraying at the ends. He has to be your only constant. Your strong and unbroken constant.

At the pressure on his chest, Chrollo seems to find himself again. The edge in his eyes softens and he’s looking at you again like you’re his favorite dog, shivering while the thunder rages just outside your shelter. Firm hands press your face into the warmth of his chest.

“Chrollo, please. You’re scaring me.” The tremble of your voice muffles into the fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t be afraid, love,” he says. “Nothing is going to to take you from me. And if he tries to—“ his breath catches with a wave of emotion. The fingers in your hair tighten.

The air around you becomes thick with something powerful and suffocating, something cold and cruel that makes your joints lock and skin prickle. It fades as quickly as it comes, and Chrollo breathes slowly, deeply beside you. His hand caresses your hair in slow strokes, an imitation of comfort that does more to ground himself than to sooth you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t cause you to worry about this.” Warm lips press into the crown of your head before he tugs you away from his body to look into your eyes. “You’re safe with me. You always are.”

There’s a knock on the door. He leaves you to turn and pluck his coat from the bed, taking the warmth of his body with him, and you are left standing in the chill of the room with cold skin and damp hair.

“I’ll only be gone a moment,” he says. “Dry yourself off quickly. We’ll be moving rooms again tonight.”

He steps into the hallway where another voice greets him, and the door clicks shut behind him.

Your hair is dripping onto the tile beneath your feet. Chrollo’s voice fades into the depths of the hallway, further, further, until it’s gone.

You lock the door with shaking hands.

#chrollo smuggling reader onto the black whale in one of those jumbo doggy carriers #no sir this is my emotional support kidnapping victim #how else will I emotionally recover from the deaths of my friends if I can’t go home and mope to her every time my mortal enemy strikes #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #chrollo #yandere chrollo #hxh x reader #chrollo imagine #yandere chrollo imagine #yandere hxh x reader #my works.ll #chrollo.ll #hxh.ll #asks.ll

[cookie-crumblr]

The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 6~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

MINORS DNI

CW: Fem! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, loud “noises”, bullying against reader, explicit language, asphyxiation, fight, blood, extreme violence against reader, hospital setting, coma-d reader,, medication use, non con kissing and touching,

Yesterday feels like a dream, but your throbbing head at least proves the alcohol part…

But what about him being … Nice-ish… to you.

Nice for him definitely.

Nice for you, eh, not so much. no more like not at all.

It’s still weird though.

You don’t understand him in the slightest.

Gods, your leg and head are in agony, like you’re in a crocodile’s mouth and she’s giving you the famously terrible roll of death.

You clamber over to your meds, but they aren’t in your bag. At first you’re confused but when you turn around, your bleary eyes land on an open bottle of beer and your med bottle… Did he try to do something “nice” for you, again?

“What the fuck…” Your lip’s upturned as you groan.

Uhg just get them in you already.

An Hour Later~

You make it to class without a hitch! you feel like for the first time in a week you can breathe, at least a little, though labored, it still feels amazing!

Ezra isn’t in class today, another sigh of relief escapes you.

You’re taking notes diligently today, it’s actually so relaxing, you had no idea something so boring and mundane could be so therapeutic.

It’s a good day without him.

Outside the sun feels so wonderful on your face you forget about your broken and branded leg. It feels like the sun’s giving you a nice warm embrace, keeping you safe from all the horrors you’ve experienced now.

You find a stall vending your favorite foods and go to buy some, and a stranger pays for your food!

It’s such a good day without him.

The Next Day~

*SLAM, BANG!*

“SURPRISE! ‘M Y’R NEW ROOMIE~”

You jump as your door flies off its hinges, and Ezra announces his presence loudly and ridiculously.

Come on, of course you cant have more than a gods damn day to yourself.

He starts throwing your roommates shit all over the room, “the fuck are you doing!?” You yell at him without thinking.

“What’d you say, bitch!?” He immediately faces you, and throws down whatever was in his hands in front of you, causing you to yelp and flinch.

“I-I didn’t—”

“Y-You what? didn’t mean it? It’s too fuckin’ late for you, slut.” He’s already on you, hand wrapped around your throat.

You cough without any air, it’s painful to even try.

Your crutches are next to you on your bed…

You reach and stretch over—

You manage to grab one, it’s a little awkward to wield and swing, but you fucking hit him!

He’s surprised and let’s go of you, a wild smile pulls at his lips.

Oh gods!!

You Bolt.

By the time you’re out of the door, your bad legs make you stumble, then in a second he’s tackling you to the ground.

He punches the back of you then grabs you by the back of your head and smashes your face into the ground.

There’s a ringing in your ears, and blood starts pouring from your nose like a geyser.

“Ezra! Stop!!” Ace’s muffled, worry filled voice rings out from down the hall.

“Stay outta it Ace!” Ezra’s voice is equally as hard to hear, even though he’s yards closer.

“No! Quit it!!! Y/N didn’t do anything to you!”

He throws you forward. You have absolutely no fight. You lie shaking and in complete shock, frozen as of time is ice around you.

“Y/N, You oka— no of course not,,” he rushes over to you.

“Ezra… why…” Ace didn’t ask it, he just sounds so disappointed in his brother.

“Yeah, yeah” Ezra doesn’t look at Ace as he walks past him.

“Easy up there, Y/N,” Ace helps you up and slips your arm around his neck. He’s shorter than Ezra so it’s a little easier to walk with him helping you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry… I’m so… Sorry,” he whispers seemingly to himself.

Your ears are still ringing and your head is in more agony than you’ve ever felt up there, you aren’t sure you can stay upright even with Ace’s help.

“woah there! here,” He lifts you into his solid arms and makes sure your tight against his chest.

You try to stay awake but find that a feeling deeper than even the promise of the deepest sleep is pulling you under fast.

“Hey, w-wait, i think you’re s’posed to stay awake with head injuries!” He panics, and speeds up to his car, but stops and calls for an ambulance.

Shit, you’re gonna have a massive bill. Your head is… in unthinkable agony. Is it gonna explode!?

You black out, and come to a few times, one second your in Ace’s arms, the next you’re in a fire truck? next your in a gurney, and then a hospital.

“Y/N!?” Its Ace that’s there next to you when you wake up, but you see a familiar strawberry blonde standing almost outside of your line of sight. He’s wearing a deep scowl. “Y/N! Y/N! You’re awake!”

“You… Were in a coma… For a week.” Ezra doesn’t look at you as he gets the words out.

“A WEEK!? This time you put me in a coma for a week, and you can’t even look at me, you’re despicable. Why are you even here!?” You grab your head as it pounds.

His fiery gaze meets yours head on and you aren’t backing down. What’s he gonna do? put you in another coma??

For fucks sake.

His expression changes, something akin to lust maybe? It’s always confusing you and giving you whiplash, nothing is ever how you expect with this guy.

“Ace, can you give us a minute?” he asks.

“No can do.” He crosses his arms and shakes his head, steadfast, and not going to leave your side.

“It’s alright, i think he’s made whatever point he wanted to make for now.” You resist rolling your eyes at Ezra, thinking back to just … Well you guess a week ago now. It feels like it just happened a second ago to you. Uhg, your head.

He takes a minutes long pause before deciding and finally standing. “okay… But… yell if you need help.” He’s torn, but you want to hear what Ezra has to say, if anything, or if he’s just gonna jump you again, at least you’re already in a hospital bed…

Oh fuck! it’s just hit you… A Weeks worth of medical bills!? FUCK.

“Y/N—” He starts, but…

“Nope, wait, let me go first. What the hell do you want from me!? Just take it and get it over with already! just look at me! are you done yet? happy?? satisfied??”

“I’m not happy.” He looks out the window at a tree. “‘sides, to be honest, thought youd ‘ave a thicker skull than that,” he snickers.

“Oh fuck off.” You’ve never been so angry before in your life. You’ve also never felt so powerless. Maybe because you have nothing left to loose you feel more unhinged and ready to fight.

“I’m sorry.” he says flatly.

“Did you just..?” NOTHING can redeem him, and he just thinks— or maybe he’s not even thinking! does he have a brain to think?

He crosses the room.

Leaning over you in your bed, he grabs your face to pull it up right in front of his own.

You meet his challenge and stare deeply back into his dark red-brown eyes.

He looks down at your puffed lips and back up.

Soon he’s grabbing you all over your upper half, chest waist, belly, throat, he messes up your gown and when it’s loose around your shoulder he bites you there.

His teeth sink into your flesh, you’re biting your lip and trying to shove him off but you have no strength.

Your head lolls back wards, and as youre about to start counting the dots in the ceiling, he backs off.

“Fuck this, ‘m goin’ out f’r a smoke,” he tosses your head back down to your body and back onto the hospital bed.

Ace steps in right after him, before the door closes, “You alright?”

“Yeah, thank you, Ace… I think i need more meds tho hah” you try and laugh but your head pounds.

“Here!” He pushes the button for you and tells the nurse what’s wrong. he listens to Ace for a second then comes to you to confirm and once you do he gives you more morphine.

Then, your whole body just melts.

Woo goodness does that feel nice. You drift back into sleep happily, forgetting everything, along with the pain just for a second.

Yet…

Both dreams end the same…

#my oc #yandere #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #my fic #dead dove do not eat #fem reader #f!reader #yan #yandere bully #bully oc #bully oc x you #bully x victim #yandere bully x reader #bully x reader #oc ezra #tw noncon #tw assult #tw sa

[yxami]

Lawrence + Leash = Chaos

The sound of a collar snapping around Lawrence’s neck is heard as soon as it clicks, it’s almost like he perks up even more when you attach the leash part to the snap hook, straightening out his back and looking somehow even more obedient than before.

He’s eager to get up and kneel or thank you with kisses for indulging in yet another one of his fantasies but the commanding glint in your eyes has his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the spit pooling in his mouth.

“Does it look pretty on me?” He asks sheepishly, cheeks dusted pink, wondering if the green would complement the similar accents in his hazel eyes.

“Mhm, I think any color would look pretty on you” You hum, intending to say whatever he’d like to hear but you honestly believe it, he’s so gorgeous after all, something you’ve always noticed.

You’d never let it get to his head though, it’s already tough dealing with him and his antics.

Now he has to kneel, he’s weak in the knees every-time you compliment him, if you say anything close to sounding like a praise and he’s clinging onto you, asking you to stay with him forever.

Maybe you should just keep him here forever.

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #pls request #Yandere x reader #Yandere x darling #yandere obsession #yandere boy #clingy yandere #clingy bf yan #yandere male #victim yandere #yandere victim #yandere kidnapee #kidnapped yandere #lawrencemyoc

[lesinquietes]

Erwin Smith is of the opinion that no one person ought to receive special treatment because everyone is equal — except when it comes to you. He understands his hypocrisy when he warns you about military plans so you can make it out in time, in case anything goes south, or when he keeps you in a location in the innermost part of the wall, furthest away from all possible entry points. No one receives special treatment but you, and the reason is rooted in your vitality to his crumbling sanity.

Erwin knows he needs you to function. If you died, it would be worse than when he lost his father. There would be nothing left for him. He already lost his arm in battle, rendering him partially useless. The next expedition would be his last. He would misstep and be killed, most likely taking an entire battalion of good people with him. The fault would rest on your shoulders.

So, if you care about the state of humanity within these walls, you’ll stay by his side for the rest of your life.

#oops that got a little yandere at the end there #minors dni #tw manipulation #tw victim blaming #yandere erwin smith #yandere erwin smith x reader #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin x reader

[2smolbeans]

A Warning From An Old Foe

A thought I had for my Yan! Ceo x Best friend Darling-- (April x Hyun) (No reader involved, I just wrote it in a certain POV) (just having fun writing whatever lol)

Tags: ghost haunting, intoxication, panic attack, soft yandere, implied murder and torture- just some paranormal spookery that's all ^^

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Imagine you're with your best friend trying to have the time of your life at a party he decided to host at his place. You're slowly trying to adjust to the environment as all of his other buddies talk to him while also trying to engage with you. You were never the talkitive type, and if anything, he was the only person you knew, so at best, it was awkward for you and his other friends. It was like a fish out of water. You felt too out of place. Out of best interest to calm your nerves for the sake of your best friend, you take a drink or two - hoping the alcohol would buzz in.

It works at first, and you find yourself slowly blending into the crowd. But soon enough you find yourself panicking. Were you acting too comfortable? You weren't being too much were you? Overwhelmed, you decided to go upstairs where no one else was to get some alone time. Going up, you notice the rooms on your way, so going into one of them- that being his, you make yourself comfortable.

For someone with a lot of wealth, your bestfriend had a simplistic room. Laying on his bed, you text him that your upstairs in his room taking a nap. Letting him know, you stare up at the ceiling, unsure of yourself as a wave of shame hits you. What did they think of you? His friends? Did a loner like you ruin all the fun? Going to the bathroom that was attatched with his room, you turned on the lights and wash your face. Upon looking up after you had dried off the water away from your eyes, you jolted as you saw a bloody figure behind you. Hesitantly turning around, you held your breath as you saw that nothing was there.

You stood frozen at the spot, too terrified to move. Your phone, maybe if you called him up he could show up. All you had to do was move, but you couldn’t. Frozen for what seemed like forever, you managed to stumble onto the bed and grab your phone. But instead of calling him, you decided to rush out of the room. Sprinting, you nearly screamed as you bumped into a tall figure- only to cry out of relief when it was Hyun, staring at you with a worried expression. Helping you up, he guides you back into his room, asking you about your well being. He couldn't just let you back into the party while you were disheveled and panicking. Out of fear of going back into that room, you cling onto him with widened eyes. Usually he wouldn't mind this at all, hell he was secretly enjoying the way you pushed yourself against his arm like a fragile little thing. But with how paranoid you were, he couldn't help but find it unnerving.

Reassuring you, he turned on all the lights in his room, including the bathroom before letting you in. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he allowed you to into his arms, side hugging you while you both sat on the matress.

"Was it the party? April I told you that you that I didn't have to invite them over, you know that right? So what's wrong?"

He noticed how much you were hyperventilating, how your eyes were wide, and the way your body trembled with every sudden movement he made.

"..April what do you see around me? How about you at least 5 things in this boring room, okay?"

Doing so, you listed out what you saw. His wooden polished wardrobe, the perfume and watched that were neatly stored on his vanity desk, the aquarium in the corner that shined blue with an abundance of little fish freely swimming around, and the bag that laid there lazily on the floor. Grounding yourself as you took in your surroundings, you sighed as you fully embraced him, letting out a thanks as the bloody image dissapeared from your mind. Feeling his arms wrap around your body, you felt a wave of security as his words traveled softly into your ears.

"I'll always take care of whatever you need. So next time, just call me and I'll be there, got it?"

With the last few words, you went stiff for a moment as you hugged you tighter and his statment seeming more like a scold rather than a reassurance. Nonetheless, you soften up and embrace him back with eyes closed. Pulling away, you smile at him, agreeing to head back downstairs. Before standing up, you saw it again.

She sat there right beside him, staring directly at you with those bloodshot eyes. Her appearance was mangled, her jaw was slightly unhinged, her body blue and full of bruised and burns, and her face..Barely recognizable from the blunt trauma that showed itself. Her hair..Brown and fuzzy. You knew her at some point, didn't you?

With a few pained croaks, she looked at you with sorrowful pity. Reaching out to you before ultimately laying her hands on his shoulders while Hyun kept his soft gaze at you.

"Don't trust him."

With a now weak smile, you wanted to go home instantly.

#April x Hyun #April Sunset #Hyun Sangwook #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere ceo #yandere ceo oc #yandere male #yandere ocs #male yandere #male yandere oc #yandere victim #yandere x reader #Hyun #April #male oc #yandere darling #male yandere x reader #yandere x oc

[collaredkittyboy]

I can control myself and not be obsessed and insane, but I love it so much when boys are into it.

Them letting me track their location on my phone, telling me what they're doing when I ask knowing that I'm getting off thinking about them and it's so much better when I know what they're doing.

Me getting jealous at the slightest interest anyone else shows in them, getting murderous thoughts, dragging them somewhere alone and marking them covering them in dark hickeys and bruises and bite marks on all their visible skin so it's obvious that they belong to me.

Being dangerously overprotective, immediately wanting to murder anyone that makes them upset.

My fascination with them goes so deep everything about them drives me crazy, jacking off to their voice during a regular phone call, taking every opportunity to leave another mark in their skin when we're cuddling.

And they love it.

They love all of my fucked up thoughts about them and pretend to be interested in other people just because they know I will violently fuck them and remind them who they belong to.

They get off knowing I'm such a pervert, sexually obsessed with every mundane thing they do, thinking it's hot that I want to kill for them.

They love that I stalk them, and it encourages me to be worse, be more obsessed, never letting them leave my mind and barely letting them leave my vision.

They love it and that's why they're perfect.

#red text #stalker boyfriend #obsession kink #controlling kink #possessiveness #yandere boyfriend #gay #mlm #nblm #personal #nsft #a need a boy who loves being my victim to be my bffff 😖 #please ill only manipulate you a little 🥺

[ceruleancattail]

Hiiiiiiiiii ceruuuuuuuu <33

IGNORE THIS IF I OFFEND IN ANY WAY!!!!

what about the lovely butler au but like yandere octavinelle buyers or masters??? I don't know it can be up to you depending on which is easier to write!!

TAKE A BREAK SINCE UR OPENING REQUEST OK, THERES GOING TO BE LOOOADS I SUSPECT!! 🫶

SHRIMPPPY WHAT'S UPPPP!!!!

Thanks for the request!

Beck and Call

tw:yandere

Jade x reader

Master. Quite a loaded word, isn't it?

The title bestowed upon the one with power. The authority to rise above the others, seated on a lofty throne. Row after row of servants taking a knee, awaiting your commands. With a wave of your hand, anything you desire will be laid before you, presented with a flourish.

Not that you usually ask for anything, of course. Jade's a little disappointed at your independence. Of course, he's very proud of how capable you are.

Although rather that defeats the point of him being a butler.

Do you view him as incapable, master? How saddening. When he's been nothing but loyal to you. Even after all this time, you don't have faith in his services. Wary eyes watching him whenever he enters a room, your gaze burning holes into his back. My, my, Jade’s flattered.

His beloved master, treating him with such caution… you do really see him as a threat, don’t you? An opponent across a chessboard. Well, he doesn’t blame you. Jade does have an unfortunate habit of straying off the beaten path.

He regularly applies certain unscrupulous means to achieve his ends. Pulling at the strings behind the scenes, wrapping merchants around his pinky finger. A simple pull, a whispered rumour or two... you would be surprised how easy it is to set tongues wagging. Businesses crash and fall, shattering the economy.

Yet you still stay afloat, with more than you'll ever need.

Every, single, time.

Of course, the townfolk aren't too fond of that. They tend to avoid you, casting distrustful eyes upon your estate. Ostracised by the others, you hardly remember the last time you ventured out of the grand gate of your estate. Even your servants deserted you, turning in their resignation letters one by one.

Jade was the only one who stayed. He still goes about his day as per usual, never shying away from lighthearted conversation. In fact, he goes the extra mile to keep you company. Slipping into rooms soundless, he'll creep up behind you, whispering your name. Forgive him, you look rather adorable when you're scared.

Take his hand, and let yourself be swept up by Jade. He'll pull you through deserted ballrooms, twirling you around, elegant as a fresh ocean breeze. Humans were all the same. They needed someone. The Company of others was a fundamental part of life. Loneliness was a horrible, soul-aching feeling. It'll gnaw at you slowly, numbing your other senses, rotting your defenses.

That's when he'll strike. Snaking his way into your heart, sinking his claws into your flesh. It's already working, if the way you look at him was any indicator. A soft, gentle gaze, warming the icy depths of Jade's heart. The cheerful way you call for him, beaming when he arrives. It's a rather pleasant feeling, knowing that he's the only one who you'll treat this way.

He's the only one who's by your side, after all. Everything he does is for you.

Do entrust yourself to him, won't you?

You'll be the most prized piece on his chessboard.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #yandere jade leech #yandere jade leech x reader #jade leech x reader #twst jade #jade x reader #yandere jade x reader #yandere x reader #butler au #protection potion♦️ #FIRST FIC ON MY FIXED LAPTOP #gods I missed my keyboard #mwa Mwa Mwa Mwa #I’ll be splitting this into three parts #hope y’all victims don’t mind

[crystillyzed]

safe and sound // sonny brisko

pairing: yandere!sonny x gn!reader

summary:

no matter where where you go, he's always watching you.

HEAVY warning(s): dark content, yandere sonny, stalking, manipulation (emotional abuse), guilt tripping, victim blaming, SUPER toxic relationship

disclaimer: i do NOT approve any of the characters’ actions and behavior in real life! if you are in a situation exhibiting this type of behavior, please consider receiving help! and all vtuber related work is not for the streamer behind the avatar, but for the character themselves!

a/n: i saw this clip the other day and now i gotta write it 🤭 also PLEASE read the warnings! by clicking/tapping on the read more, you are willing to read dark content/yandere content that may potentially trigger you.

"Ah, there you are, darling! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Sonny?!" Shit. How did he find you? He always put some sort of tracking device on you, even on your clothes when you're sleeping. You were pretty sure you destroyed any sort of wiretap and camera, and you're sure you left everything behind. No phone, no electronics, nothing! So how the hell?

"Oh? You look surprised. Did I scare you?"

"No! No, it's just... um..."

Shit. How can you get out of this?

He chuckles deeply behind his mask. "Didn't I tell you?" Step by step, the black capped blonde approaches you slowly, essentially forcing you to back yourself to the brick wall. "I'm always watching."

Taking out his phone from his pocket, the device lights up as he holds the screen towards your face. Your eyes widen in shock as he shows you security footage from surrounding buildings not too long ago. Footage of your whereabouts outside of stores and in the streets.

“You’ve been following me?”

"Of course! I'm not that cruel. I only love you, that's all. What's so hard about that?" He lowers his mask to hang beneath his chin. Sonny's eyes darken as his head cocks ever so slightly to the side. "Unless you don't love me...?"

"It's fine. I don't need your protection. No one was following me, I'll be fine, okay?!" You glance at the exit for a split second then quickly refocus your gaze onto Sonny. "You said you love me, right? So give me some space. Like, just a day of space. Away from home! And… And I'll be back, okay?"

"Oh darling, you know that it's dangerous out here! I'm one of the top officers, aren't I? And that means there's lots of scary evil people chasing after me." He leans closer to you, breath practically tickling the shell of your ear. "And that means that they're coming after you."

"It's fine!" Immediately, you shove him back with as much force as possible. You slide out from his space in the process, sidestepping your way out into the open space of the alleyway as subtle as possible. "I can just, call for a cab and stay at a friend's place until then. Yeah! I'll be fine! I'll be safe with a friend! Listen, I just -- I just need some space for myself. Okay?"

"A friend? You're not talking about Alban, are you?"

Shit.

Upon seeing your face, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Sonny laughs once more, soon taking off his hat to brush back his hair. With the cap in his hand, he takes a few steps towards you as he tucks his phone back into his pocket.

"Oh? You didn't know? He left."

You freeze.

"Alban's been trying to get a hold of you for such a long time, but you never replied. So he thought you didn't want to talk to him anymore and naturally... He left."

"What? I've -- I've never heard about this! He stopped texting me after we..."

Again, he tilts his head. "After we...?"

"After we... moved... in..."

Realization shot through your mind. This never happened before. You and Alban are so close to each other, he should’ve noticed that something was up when you haven’t seen each other in so long! God, you should’ve noticed it too when you suddenly stopped receiving calls or messages from him. Everything that you had with him for so long just… stopped. This never happened before!

"What --" your foot stomps towards him, "what happened to him? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!"

Surprised by your outburst, he shoots up his hands against his chest. Waving them frantically in front of him, he responds, "Woah woah, calm down! I didn't do anything! He just left on his own, that's it. And the same applies for everyone."

"Everyone?"

"Your family? The rest of your friends? They all left! You should've seen what they were saying about you. About us."

He puts back on his hat, readjusting it to cover his head nicely. Once his hat was back on, he looked back at you with pity as he further explained, "They gossiped about how you’d leave me alone for days or weeks on end without telling me where you’d go. They would even talk about how heartless you are when you talked about leaving me! They didn't want to support you, nor did they want to support me. So they took the easy way out, by leaving you."

The man approaches you once more, his eyes never leaving your face as you do nothing but stare at him in shock. "They were conspiring against us, telling all of my enemies of my whereabouts and what you were doing to me!"

He starts to trail around you, circling you with a piercing stare that practically holds you in place. "You were so cruel to me! So... heartless."

Shoving his hands into his blue jacket’s pockets, he shakes his head in disapproval and clicks his tongue. "Word spread so fast that everyone thought that, hey, maybe it's safer if we just leave you. They don't need you. They don't even want you. All they want to do is cut you off and go about their lives! And now you want to go back to them after they left you? After you’ve hurt me?”

Disbelief and despair washes over you. Your head spirals deeper and deeper as your thoughts were plagued with these ideas. Why would they leave you? You didn’t do anything bad to them! This wasn’t your fault, it was his! It’s his fault that everything is like this! Or… was it really…?

You chose to date him. You chose to be with him. You even chose to stick with him through everything thin or thick because you loved him.

Loved…

Did you really love him?

“Sonny, I --” your voice breaks, tears start to brim at your eyes. You try to force yourself to speak about why you want to leave him. About why you’re sorry.

He notices your tone breaking as you can’t help but wipe at the tears threatening to fall down your face. Hurriedly, he closes the gap between you and immediately pulls you closer into his arms. "Shh... It's okay, it's okay… I forgive you. Sonny's here, okay? I’m here. No one can get you now... No one."

You feel his warmth welcoming you into his embrace. You couldn’t help but pull yourself closer into him, pressing your head and your body deeper into his hug.

As he softly rubs his hand against your back, he shifts another towards the back of your head. He gently coaxes you to look at him despite your ruined state. Rather than a look of disgust, you’re welcomed to love and adoration in his eyes and his smile. You close your eyes as his face gets closer, his lips pressing ever so gently against your temple. He tightens his hold around you, humming so peacefully.

"You're safe with me, and I'll always keep you safe. Always."

a/n: god he's so evil 😌

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