Living in Your Ribcage 🤍

You hadn’t figured out what to call him yet. You asked for his name once, but based on how the lab was run, he didn’t have one to begin with. You hoped that he would eventually choose one if only to make things a bit easier.

He didn’t really like to be in the same room as you if he could avoid it from what you noticed. He would hardly eat if you were watching him, so you made a habit of leaving his plate out (All healthy, steamed veggies with some fruits on the side. He seemed to really like the latter.) before walking to another room under the guise of some random chore. It was the same for sleeping. He seemed to not like the idea of you finding him when he eventually succumbed to his tiredness, nor did he seem to really be comfortable anywhere out in the open. You would find a little nest of blankets and pillows in different cupboards, closets, and tucked away corners from day to day. He would never pick the same place twice in a row. Honestly with how small your place was, you were impressed that he even managed to do so at all.

Yandere Bunny that only seemed to open up when you assured him that he wasn’t going back to the lab.

It was an odd conversation. Meaning, it wasn’t a conversation at all. It was mainly you doing the talking; you explained that yes, this was his home now, and no, he wasn’t going to return to his old one. His eyes had widened, and he parted his chapped lips as if to say something before he cut himself off and turned to the side. It was about a week after that when you heard him speak for the first time.

“Thank you…” He mumbled quietly, his ears perked up and twitching in alert as you set down his meal on a nearby table. You blinked. He was halfway across the room, peeking up at you from behind the back of the couch.

“You’re uh… welcome,” You said before turning to leave, your heart filling with a bit of hope.

Yandere Bunny who started to become more interested in you as time went on.

It started small with him starting to stay in the rooms you were in, or with him coming out of his hiding spots more often. He liked to watch you do your daily routine, and you started to leave the bathroom door open when you were doing your skincare so he could see what you were up to. It was a silent thing, with him becoming more and more comfortable with being around. The day he sat down on the couch with you, you nearly jumped out of your skin in surprise. It had taken everything to not jump up with joy.

He even followed you into the living room while carrying his meal, almost as if showing off that he was eating. From then on, you lingered after leaving food out, and he would start to dine while you were there. It even got to the point where you could eat in front of him as well. He’d gained a healthy amount of weight ever since he started living here, and his skin and fur looked more shiny and bright now too. It brought a smile to your face knowing that he was getting better, and he always blushed when your gaze settled on him for too long.

Yandere Bunny that likes to have his hair brushed. 

Not his ears. Never his ears. He was shy when he asked you for help one day, holding out the comb as he stood sheepishly. You both sat on the bed as you gently worked the teeth of the brush through his powder white locks, his little cottontail twitching happily while he stayed facing away from you. He was making a habit of grooming himself around you more, being more vulnerable. You didn’t want to push him when he was finally settling in, but you couldn’t help how excited you were.

It didn’t help that he was starting to build little nests on the couch and on the bed. You asked him if he would like to have his own place to sleep, but he just shook his head. 

“I like how it is… it smells like you,” he mumbled and fidgeted with the sleeve of his sweater. You didn’t press him on it. It was nice to wake up with someone snuggled up besides you, anyways. 

Yandere Bunny that gets upset when you leave for the day. 

After he was used to being around you, he would stamp his feet when you grabbed your keys.

“Please?” He said anxiously as he followed you from room to room. He had been more nervous now that you had gotten your new job, and this begging routine had been a fairly recent development. “Why do you have to go with them? It’s safe in here…” he pouted, looking nearly in tears. He hovered near the door like it was going to stop you. You felt bad, you really did. Especially because your absence during the day really seemed to stress him out.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured him. “I’ll be back later tonight. You know this is just for a little bit, right? I’ll be working from home soon enough,” you smiled, but he frowned and kept silent. 

Having to actually leave him alone for most of the day made you feel bad as well. He was extra clingy and touchy when you would come home. It was a huge leap forward compared to how he was before, so you couldn’t exactly complain even if it was just a bit suffocating.

Yandere Bunny who becomes excited to tell you his new name.

“It’s Vasco!” He blurted out when you walked through the door. He had gotten all dressed up, brimming with excitement. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, glancing around as he tried to hide how eager he was. “I’ve been able to think about it while you were gone and… and I want you to call me Vasco,” he repeated with a little nod. You were tired from work, but his bashful demeanor had you relaxed and in a good mood in no time.

“That’s a perfect name. I’m glad you shared it with me,” You beamed and walked into the kitchen. You pulled out a little container of food from your work bag and placed it on the counter. It was a little box of strawberries, his favorite. “It’s a good thing I got these then,” You smiled, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Guess I just had a feeling that today was gonna be special.”

Vasco, as you now knew him, suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, his face buried against your shoulder and back. You could feel his soft ears brushing against your scalp, and you blinked before you relaxed and reached back to gently pet his head. The sun filtered in through the window, casting everything in a hazy, perfect glow.

“You’re the only one who knows it…” he whispered, his long lashes fluttering against your skin. He was practically melting against you, and you hummed softly to comfort him. After a while there, you realized he wasn’t going to move from your side. You reached forward and grabbed the fruit, running it over with water before holding it up from him to nibble on. 

Yandere Bunny who’s very dramatic when you actually start to work from home.

When you sat at your desk, he made it a point to shove himself into your lap and whine for your attention. It was slightly exhausting, but he was so damn cute that you couldn’t say no. 

“You’re such a brat,” you teased, no real malice in your words. You really had been spoiling him to no end. He got everything he wanted, whether it was either your affection or food, but you didn’t mind. Not that you didn’t like Vasco when he was skittish, but it was a relief to know that he felt safe and comfortable enough to even be demanding of you in the first place. Your hand settled on his lower back, rubbing circles into his skin while you worked with your other. 

Yandere Bunny who steals your clothes in order to snuggle with them. 

You didn’t really know why he did it. After all, you’re usually right there, but it’s like he needs more somehow. He rubs his cheeks against the sleeves of your jacket when you actually have to focus on your busywork. You tried to put your foot down and take them back on occasion, but you let him have what he wanted. If it made him feel comfortable while you're not paying attention to him, then what's the harm?

Yandere Bunny who has… certain tendencies that become harder to ignore as time goes on.

You really didn’t want to think that Vasco would ever do anything to hurt you. Not when you had done so much to help him and understand what he was going through, but he was doing things when he thought you weren’t looking. At night, he would wrap himself around you and make odd, breathy noises before falling still. 

During the day, he didn’t act any different from what you could tell, but for all you knew he was being sneaky. It felt odd to suspect your beloved rabbit, but you couldn’t deny your stomach twisted oddly when you found a little stash of your underwear in one of the cabinets one day. You said nothing. How could you when he was looking at you with those big, trusting eyes?

You found white stains on your sheets and blankets all the time now. It escalated to the point where you had to buy another couple of sets of bedding in order to not have to wash them every day. If Vasco noticed your growing unease, he didn’t choose to mention it. In fact, he only seemed to be emboldened by your lack of reaction. His cheeks started to become flushed nearly constantly, and he liked to nibble on your fingers and shoulders whenever he could. It was cute and relatively harmless, so you let him and just kept petting him while his little tail bobbed happily. He would smile and snuggle up against you while begging for fruit or for you to brush him once again.

Yandere Bunny who you just can’t refuse.

You were honestly hopeless. Every time he looked up at you with those big, needy eyes, you were reminded of how he looked back when you first rescued him. Back then you had promised to do everything you could to make him happy and to get him to trust you. You wanted him to feel like this was his home, and that you would always be there to give him what you needed. So when he was pulling at the waistband of your pants, his ears all perked up and eager, you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no.

You had hoped that Marcus would tamper down on his creepiness now that there was someone else present when you interacted with him, but you had no such luck. 

He’s a lot more brazen in his advances now. His hand tries to worm its way between your clenched thighs under the table, prodding at your crotch with a mischievous grin like you weren’t sweating bullets. He likes to insert your nudes into the shared draft at ungodly hours at night, making you constantly have to be on the lookout to remove it before Elias would see.

Now, Marcus is smart. Smarter than both you and Elias. Getting him on this project was a guaranteed first class mark in the bag, but it was a goddamn headache making him do anything. You literally had to get on your hands and knees to beg him to do his paragraph on the introduction page. He took a photo, grinned, and finished it flawlessly in less than an hour. You shuddered to think what he would ask of you next.

It wasn’t just him, either. You had been doing your best to manage them both, but it was getting out of hand. Not to mention, but Elias was getting more and more needy.

“You’re working with me today. Not him.” He would scoff in disdain, grabbing your wrist and tugging you off to crowd you against some cafe booth while he tried to get you to drink a coffee you could barely afford. It was hard to keep up with his insults when Marcus would be firing off texts saying “Bby where r u? :(“ followed by a photo of his weeping cockhead. For whatever reason, your so-called rival kept wanting to dig through your phone to see what could possibly be taking up so much of your time. You had to appease him by sneaking off together to the bathroom so you could suck him off so he would drop it.

“God you’re so filthy. I bet you would do this for anyone, wouldn’t you?” He’d hiss between moans. As much as he acted like he was above you, he couldn’t stop the whimpers pouring from his lips as he came down your throat. He couldn’t stop the little admission of love when he thought you were too busy swallowing, either. 

Your days were filled with a delicate balance of trying to finish your work, corralling the two of them into actually making progress, and staving off their demands for more and more time with you by trying to make them cum in random spots around campus. A hand job here, and thigh job there, and you were nearly finished with this stupid ass assignment. You’d done a pretty damn good job stopping them from finding out about each other too. Their whispered threats about what would happen if they caught you with anyone else rang cold in your ears every time they tried to ask for more.

It all came crashing down when Elias snapped one day. You were sitting in a study room that had been booked so you could actually try and edit this damn thing properly and just be done. Your fingers flew across your keyboard, the noise filling the otherwise silent space between you. You didn’t notice when he stopped, but you did notice when he was suddenly right next to you, his shadow looming over the words on screen. You paused, sweat forming on the back of your neck.

It was a blur after that. His hands were tugging at your clothes, bending you over the desk as papers and pens scattered to the ground. “You’re so fucking annoying,” he panted in you ear as his hips snapped against yours. The sound of skin on skin replaced the ambience of a productive workflow, and you were left scrambling and stifling your moans. 

“Always going around, looking at me like I mean nothing. You think you're better than me? You think you don't need me?” He was rambling, his hand on the back of your throat as he held you in place. He was angry, but there was a desperation to his words. It was like he needed you to affirm his words, to tell him everything he'd been hoping that would tumble from your lips for weeks at this point. You were no stranger to getting pounded at this point, but there was an urgency to the way you tried to plead with him to stop. 

“N-ngh~! Elias you gotta hah, y-you gotta stop. Marcus is on his-” He shut you up with a kiss, his lips sliding against yours as he cradled your face.

“Shut the fuck up,” he demanded, his voice ragged as he squeezed your neck in slight warning. “Don't mention that asshole. You're… you're always with him. Do you like him more than me? Tell me. Tell me right now or I'll make it so you can't sit for a whole week,” he demanded, and you could practically hear the insecurity dripping from his tongue. He didn't even give you time to answer. He just shoved you against the table again, your chest flush with the wooden surface. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see your face down phone lighting up. The vibrating notifications were sporadic at first, but the longer you didn't answer, the more frequent they became. Your stifled pleas for mercy were only met with grunts, and it wasn’t before long before your toes were curling and a heat in your belly grew more and more prevalent. But before you or Elias could finish, the door opened. 

Marcus just stood there for a moment, a genuinely shocked look on his face. You could have sworn Elias smiled, like it was some kind of victory to show how you were on the brink of orgasm to the guy he’d been quietly jealous of this entire time. But then, Marcus just grinned. It wasn’t genuine. You knew him well enough to know that.

“Oh? What do we have here?” 

You’d never known his voice to be that smooth, that controlled. Marcus locked the door behind him, his face unreadable as he walked in and pulled out his phone. Elias moved to cover you now that he was done showing off, but the other man put out his hand to stop him silently. You trembled beneath him.

“Oh please, there’s no need to stop for me,” he smirked, practically shoving his screen in your so-called rival’s face to show off a video of you sobbing and moaning while stuffed full of a cock that was certainly not the one currently inside of you right now. “ I’ve already seen it all,” he practically sneered. Elias’s grip tightened painful on your hip, and you panted as you craned your head to see his expression. He went pale before his face flashed with fury.

“You fucking asshole-!”

“Please, like you’re not doing the same thing right now. I should’ve known to keep them on a tighter leash,” Marcus sighed and brushed his hair back as he fixed his glasses and approached the other side of the table you were currently bent over. He wordlessly undid his belt and pants, his dick slapping you across the face as he fisted your hair far harsher than he normally would. You barely got a word in, trying to argue for your innocence before you were choking on his length. You coughed loudly, but they ignored your struggling to stay locked on each other. 

“There’s no point in arguing,” Yandere Nerd’s voice was sharp and cold as his hands worked your head. “We might as well work together until we can figure out how to deal with this,” he sighed, frustration simmering under the surface.

Elias looked genuinely taken aback, but he gritted his teeth as he started up the effort of fucking into you once again. Your eyes widened as you tried to get out of being fucked from both ends. Every time you tried to moan or cry out, Marcus’s tip could shove deep into your throat, causing you to gag. Your toes curled, and your back arched as you spasmed. 

“Fuck you,” he snapped between groans, his breath hitching as he switched between lovingly stroking your lower back and nearly breaking the table. “Fine. We’ll have to keep them in line. I didn’t know they’d be running around getting fucked like some low class- ngh!” He cut off his rambling as he leaned in and suddenly started pressing kisses and bites to your shoulders.

“Maybe a- shit yeah breath baby. Maybe a tracker for good measure,” Marcus suggested between snarls. “We can split the costs.”