Heyy! Can you do Curt and rod as yanderes if you do yandere stuff... Or telly π₯Ή
Can I????
Generally, Curt and Rod were fairly chill. They spent their time throwing lighthearted shade at each other, uninterested in making any more friendsβor lovers. Why would they, when everything stayed the same inside?
That is, until you came along.
You were different from all of the other objectsβnot just because you were human. You carried something about you that both boys craved.
Originally, all they did was tease you and goad you into spending time with them...which you enjoyed. But when you started to talk to the other household residents...that's when things took a definite shift.
Whenever you left them to chat up Tony- "Pfft, that washed-up guy? You're better off with us. ... No, seriously. Why don't'cha stay longer?"
Or drifted off to spend some time with Betty... "C'mon, really? That girl's just giving it out anyway..."
Even Telly! "You just leavin' us to watch TV?!" "You think you know someone..."
You dismissed this as simple shade at first, but then you noticed their eyes wandering over your body when you talked. The subtle way they glanced back to each other when their eyes met yours. And when you started returning their looks, they only clung more to you than ever. When you flirted with the others, they had to bite back instinctive insults towards them. What started as petty trash-talking quickly became words of jealousy and even hatred. Why're they goin' back over to Johnny again? That old piece of junk couldn't even out-sing Rod. And that's saying something. Hoove? Over us? Like they'd rather hang with a sack of dust and nails than the handsomest guys in the house.
They stopped laughing and nudging each other whenever you were around, and started just...staring. Fixing their eyes on you intently, pulling you closer, finding chances to whisper in your ear about how good you looked today.
If you liked them back, it was practically like they'd won the lottery. They'd wait for you until you woke up, immediately circling you like sharks and eager to hear your choice of who you chose today. Of course, it had to be them. It had to be. And if it wasn't, it was gonna be pretty damn bad for whoever else you picked. When you say it's them, they beam and smother you with kisses and bites at your skin, tugging at your belt and teasing you with come-ons.
~ suggestive / nsfw warning ~
And it got bad, too. You're the only person Rod can think about, especially when he has one hand down his pants. S'good to imagine you on your knees for me, but damn if I wish I had you all to myself...
Curt ruts against his hand when he's close, whimpering and breathing shakily, mumbling your name over and over again. Shit! Come on, please, I want you so bad...wish you could just see we're the perfect choice!...
And their ideal positions are eiffel-towering you, ensuring you can't go anywhere else <3















