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Just thinking of doing the do with a spider or mantis! Hybrid man or whatever.
Mostly the thought revolved around how you and him are having sex and you mark him by biting his neck. So bro just goes at it, releases himself, and then lays down in bed next to you like "alright, I'm ready. I lived a good life. "
And you don't know what the fuck he was talking about.
Bro out here mistaking marking as your attempt to eat him and went
Really just a random and dumb thought but Yandere x Yandere! Reader except you two don't get shit done because you're both too busy arguing about who does what, who kills who.
You're about to kill a rival but your partner insists that they kill them so you wouldn't get blood on your hands, you Insist that if they kill then they might get in trouble and you should take the blame. They then insists that you kill and they take the blame, you get mad at them for sacrificing themselves...
... So you get mad and tell him to just let you kill them for them!
.... Then they get mad because that'll mean you'll get your hands dirty again and you'd be stained by blood and they should do it instead.
Anyways it ends with you two making out or whatever which would deter the rivals. Well, that and the fact that they just heard the two of you arguing who kills who
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TW: Mentions of Eating humans, is it cannibalism if the creature eating isn't human?? Please do correct me of the correct trigger for it! :), Description of violence, Yandere-ish
Note: Happy Valentines day, y'all :D Also i still don't exactly know the monster, I'll just call it a shapeshifter for now :p
Unnerved.
That's what you felt in that moment, the primal feeling that humans had when something is wrong. When something is supposed to look comforting yet you can't help but feel like there's more to the surface, that there's is something... Unknown to it.
Humans had always been naturally alarmed by things that look too peaceful, too.. Perfect. As if they're wired to always be on edge that it's too perfect to be as it seems.
It feels uncanny, to feel his body in your arms, perfectly molding against your form yet you alse feel like it's a replica. That it isn't... Real. An illusion.
The smile, that warm toothy smile your boyfriend always shined your way to ease your worries, to soothe your soul, and calm your racing heart, made you jolt. You don't know whether it should calm.. Or scare you. Like a perfect imitation, like a identical twin whose copied to the core, to the bones of the other that they're indistinguishable...
... That they can..
... Replace one another.
Yet you couldn't bring yourself to let go of him, you couldn't... Or you wouldn't? You're not even sure anymore as you just stared up at his smile. The same face you've seen hours ago, it looks so... Fake. Yet also so genuine, your mind playing a tug of war of registering it as eerie or comforting.
"Darling, are you okay? You've been staring for a bit. Don't tell me that that little hiccup scared you to death? "
His voice echoes through the forest again. Perfect english, perfect pronounciation, but there was something off on his words. They sound genuine but they also sound copied somewhere, but you...
Your grip tightens as you shake your head. The thoughts are making you feel like you're having a headache, a tight band around your forehead squeezing it tightly. You'll just..
"Ah.. Daniel, it's just.. You've been gone so long, what.. What happened? Are you... "
... You?
"... Okay? "
He stared at you, you can't read his thoughts through those eyes but you see a flicker of something within them before he lets out his doctored signature hearty laugh.
"Of course I'm okay! "
He chuckles, staring at you with such a gleem in his eyes, a hand reaching up to ruffle your hair. Your brows furrow when you feel his hands on your scalp, messing up your hair. Usually he did that to his little nephews, his nieces, the kids out in the neighborhood when they would hang off of him and ask him to play ball with them.
But you aren't a little kid, now are you?
You could feel his gaze, piercing through you, almost watching you. Maybe not even almost, maybe he was watching you. His movements seem to hesitate for a moment before stopping, his smile faltering around the edges yet still kept up as he took a steo back from you. Instinctively you let go, but maybe you shouldn't have.
As the moment his foot made contact with the ground behind him, he faltered, stumbling back.
"Woah- Hey! "
You yelp out in alarm, instinctivelg reaching out to grab him, with as much strength as you could muster, you catch him and he holds onto your form.
"Ah- shit- Thanks. "
He chuckled, nervously might you add. He's never been a clumsy guy.
"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't been hurt by.. whatever's out there? "
You look at him, concern all over your face while he just stares at you with that signature smile. Why was he still smiling? Doesn't that hurt his cheek muscles? The more he stares at you with that smile, the more it... You shake your head. No, it's fine. It.. It should be.
"Come on, let's get you sat down. "
You slowly help him back up, though his legs work as they should, there's something about his steps that seem wonky. Each step was a stumble, like his entire weight pushed down on you with each step. Did he hit his head? His balance was off, yet his legs look.. Okay-ish. Maybe he sprained his ankle?
"Here. I'll get you some bandages. "
You slowly help him down onto the camping chairs you've been sitting on in for.. God knows how long, waiting for him. He yelps as he sits down a bit too harshly onto the chair, expecting an impact with the ground yet surprised at being caught by it.
He blinks. You blink. His arm outstretched when he braced himself for a harsher impact.
"... You good there? "
He seems jumpy, at most. That's the best explanation you could give him. His smile had turned into a tight lipped straight line. Silence.. Before he nods. Did he hit his head? Was that why he took so long?
Gods.. You should've went with him. You should've gone with him. You should've... He probably fell and hit his head, or worse.
What if he was attacked?
You observe him, observe the way his body moved as he slowly relaxed into a.. Stiff sitting position as if he was nervous about something. Did he see something that he wasn't telling you? His eyes darted around, subtly looking at you but when he meets your gaze, he immediately looks away. His body stiff, muscles clenched as if he was getting ready to flee or fight or.. Something. His breathing looks a bit abnormal, a bit too.. Quick.
"... Isn't that dangerous? "
"Huh? "
His sudden question causing you to snap out your throughts aa you look at him, his eyes had finally landed on something. On the fire, the flames infront of him. The gentle light kissing his features, highlighting the nervous look on his face as he stared at the crackling flames.
"... What? "
You question him. What did he mean isn't this dangerous?
"You lit that up. "
You answer back at him, what did he mean wasn't the campfire dangerous? He's the fucker who set it up. Yet he looked restless around the fire, was that what was making him tense?
"... Ah. "
He just answers, taking a gulp of air before smiling back at you. Something's wrong, you could tell it. Your eyed narrow at him, lips curling up into a frown, arms crossed and nails digging into your skin.
"... Why don't you go lay down and rest for the night? I'll clean up here. "
Maybe he's just.. Tired. Who knows how long he has been walking around? Daniel looks at you momentarily before nodding. Yeah, tired.. He's just tired.
With another struggle of almost practically carrying around this hunk of meat of a man, you carefully guided him back go the tent. You watch him crawl into it. Not crouch. But literally crawl through the entrance. On all fours as if it was the most natural thing ever to him. You didn't say anything as you watch him curl up into the furthest corner of the tent, not in a fetal position, no.
He curled up in a way that reminded you of a cat.
Why was he acting so weird? Despite the nagging feeling to ask him.. You just sigh and close the flap of the tent before heading back out to put the campfire out for the night.
Ugh.
Gods... What has he done? What was he doing actually?
It usually was never this hard, yet.. He's having a hard time adjusting. The way your face looked, the way you looked.. On edge around him. It both made a deep instinct within him want to attack you.. Yet also a deep aching pain pulse within him.
Why was he feeling this way anyways? You weren't anything to him, you shouldn't be yet...
He was supposed to do it. He was frail, he looked and acted hurt. You approached him, you embraced him like a friend. It gave him. The perfect opportunity to do it.
To sink his claws deep into your flesh, to rip you apart and sink his teeth into your meat. To maul you, to consume you fully and wholly before wearing your face and using your memories to blend into society some more.
You were supposed to be food.
Yet.. The moment you hugged him, the moment you looked at him. It was like something in his consciousness halted him, something in him told him to stop. Something within him felt an urge to.. To protect you? Was that it? He couldn't tell. He couldn't put his finger- claw- finger??? On it.
All he knows is that he didn't want to hurt you.
He didn't want to use you as his next meal.
Though you may not mean anything to him, you meant something to him.
And it seems like he was starting to muddle the difference between a memory and what he actually felt. Were you a meal...?
TW: Mentions of Eating humans, is it cannibalism if the creature eating isn't human?? Please do correct me of the correct trigger for it! :), Description of violence, Yandere-ish
Note: Happy Valentines day, y'all :D Also i still don't exactly know the monster, I'll just call it a shapeshifter for now :p
Unnerved.
That's what you felt in that moment, the primal feeling that humans had when something is wrong. When something is supposed to look comforting yet you can't help but feel like there's more to the surface, that there's is something... Unknown to it.
Humans had always been naturally alarmed by things that look too peaceful, too.. Perfect. As if they're wired to always be on edge that it's too perfect to be as it seems.
It feels uncanny, to feel his body in your arms, perfectly molding against your form yet you alse feel like it's a replica. That it isn't... Real. An illusion.
The smile, that warm toothy smile your boyfriend always shined your way to ease your worries, to soothe your soul, and calm your racing heart, made you jolt. You don't know whether it should calm.. Or scare you. Like a perfect imitation, like a identical twin whose copied to the core, to the bones of the other that they're indistinguishable...
... That they can..
... Replace one another.
Yet you couldn't bring yourself to let go of him, you couldn't... Or you wouldn't? You're not even sure anymore as you just stared up at his smile. The same face you've seen hours ago, it looks so... Fake. Yet also so genuine, your mind playing a tug of war of registering it as eerie or comforting.
"Darling, are you okay? You've been staring for a bit. Don't tell me that that little hiccup scared you to death? "
His voice echoes through the forest again. Perfect english, perfect pronounciation, but there was something off on his words. They sound genuine but they also sound copied somewhere, but you...
Your grip tightens as you shake your head. The thoughts are making you feel like you're having a headache, a tight band around your forehead squeezing it tightly. You'll just..
"Ah.. Daniel, it's just.. You've been gone so long, what.. What happened? Are you... "
... You?
"... Okay? "
He stared at you, you can't read his thoughts through those eyes but you see a flicker of something within them before he lets out his doctored signature hearty laugh.
"Of course I'm okay! "
He chuckles, staring at you with such a gleem in his eyes, a hand reaching up to ruffle your hair. Your brows furrow when you feel his hands on your scalp, messing up your hair. Usually he did that to his little nephews, his nieces, the kids out in the neighborhood when they would hang off of him and ask him to play ball with them.
But you aren't a little kid, now are you?
You could feel his gaze, piercing through you, almost watching you. Maybe not even almost, maybe he was watching you. His movements seem to hesitate for a moment before stopping, his smile faltering around the edges yet still kept up as he took a steo back from you. Instinctively you let go, but maybe you shouldn't have.
As the moment his foot made contact with the ground behind him, he faltered, stumbling back.
"Woah- Hey! "
You yelp out in alarm, instinctivelg reaching out to grab him, with as much strength as you could muster, you catch him and he holds onto your form.
"Ah- shit- Thanks. "
He chuckled, nervously might you add. He's never been a clumsy guy.
"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't been hurt by.. whatever's out there? "
You look at him, concern all over your face while he just stares at you with that signature smile. Why was he still smiling? Doesn't that hurt his cheek muscles? The more he stares at you with that smile, the more it... You shake your head. No, it's fine. It.. It should be.
"Come on, let's get you sat down. "
You slowly help him back up, though his legs work as they should, there's something about his steps that seem wonky. Each step was a stumble, like his entire weight pushed down on you with each step. Did he hit his head? His balance was off, yet his legs look.. Okay-ish. Maybe he sprained his ankle?
"Here. I'll get you some bandages. "
You slowly help him down onto the camping chairs you've been sitting on in for.. God knows how long, waiting for him. He yelps as he sits down a bit too harshly onto the chair, expecting an impact with the ground yet surprised at being caught by it.
He blinks. You blink. His arm outstretched when he braced himself for a harsher impact.
"... You good there? "
He seems jumpy, at most. That's the best explanation you could give him. His smile had turned into a tight lipped straight line. Silence.. Before he nods. Did he hit his head? Was that why he took so long?
Gods.. You should've went with him. You should've gone with him. You should've... He probably fell and hit his head, or worse.
What if he was attacked?
You observe him, observe the way his body moved as he slowly relaxed into a.. Stiff sitting position as if he was nervous about something. Did he see something that he wasn't telling you? His eyes darted around, subtly looking at you but when he meets your gaze, he immediately looks away. His body stiff, muscles clenched as if he was getting ready to flee or fight or.. Something. His breathing looks a bit abnormal, a bit too.. Quick.
"... Isn't that dangerous? "
"Huh? "
His sudden question causing you to snap out your throughts aa you look at him, his eyes had finally landed on something. On the fire, the flames infront of him. The gentle light kissing his features, highlighting the nervous look on his face as he stared at the crackling flames.
"... What? "
You question him. What did he mean isn't this dangerous?
"You lit that up. "
You answer back at him, what did he mean wasn't the campfire dangerous? He's the fucker who set it up. Yet he looked restless around the fire, was that what was making him tense?
"... Ah. "
He just answers, taking a gulp of air before smiling back at you. Something's wrong, you could tell it. Your eyed narrow at him, lips curling up into a frown, arms crossed and nails digging into your skin.
"... Why don't you go lay down and rest for the night? I'll clean up here. "
Maybe he's just.. Tired. Who knows how long he has been walking around? Daniel looks at you momentarily before nodding. Yeah, tired.. He's just tired.
With another struggle of almost practically carrying around this hunk of meat of a man, you carefully guided him back go the tent. You watch him crawl into it. Not crouch. But literally crawl through the entrance. On all fours as if it was the most natural thing ever to him. You didn't say anything as you watch him curl up into the furthest corner of the tent, not in a fetal position, no.
He curled up in a way that reminded you of a cat.
Why was he acting so weird? Despite the nagging feeling to ask him.. You just sigh and close the flap of the tent before heading back out to put the campfire out for the night.
Ugh.
Gods... What has he done? What was he doing actually?
It usually was never this hard, yet.. He's having a hard time adjusting. The way your face looked, the way you looked.. On edge around him. It both made a deep instinct within him want to attack you.. Yet also a deep aching pain pulse within him.
Why was he feeling this way anyways? You weren't anything to him, you shouldn't be yet...
He was supposed to do it. He was frail, he looked and acted hurt. You approached him, you embraced him like a friend. It gave him. The perfect opportunity to do it.
To sink his claws deep into your flesh, to rip you apart and sink his teeth into your meat. To maul you, to consume you fully and wholly before wearing your face and using your memories to blend into society some more.
You were supposed to be food.
Yet.. The moment you hugged him, the moment you looked at him. It was like something in his consciousness halted him, something in him told him to stop. Something within him felt an urge to.. To protect you? Was that it? He couldn't tell. He couldn't put his finger- claw- finger??? On it.
All he knows is that he didn't want to hurt you.
He didn't want to use you as his next meal.
Though you may not mean anything to him, you meant something to him.
And it seems like he was starting to muddle the difference between a memory and what he actually felt. Were you a meal...?
Note: Hm... I'm not sure what monster this is, but I'll be calling it a shapeshifter for now. If you know what type of monster it is, please let me know! :)
Imagining going on a camping trip after your boyfriend has begged you for a while now to go camping with him. You never really agreed to because.. Well, the great outdoors is filled with mosquitoes, bugs, or maybe you're just a homebody by nature.
Either way, after a long time of begging, you decided to finally agree on his birthday. The way his face lit up almost made it worth it.
He takes you to a camping spot, one he freauented back then as a kid with his family. You have to admit, the place did look pretty nice. The fresh air flowing through you, the smell of the trees and the soft sounds of birds chirping and fluttering around. You'd honestly doubted yourself why you held it off for so long.
Though you can't help the feeling that there was something... Watching you. Lurking.
And you swore you could've seen a figure in the distance. You told your boyfriend about it, your concerns, but he just reassures you that there's no one else there.
And if there is, maybe they're just another camper. Your fears didn't ebb.
Your boyfriend takes you out for a walk to cool your nerves, taking you to a nearby lake, bringing you out to explore and calm you, showing you that there's nothing to fear. Yet Everywhere you went, you couldn't help but feel the sense that you were being watched.
But seeing your boyfriend so happy.. It makes you push your feelings to the side.
The night arrives, you're out infront of a campfire with him. The first night of two, the first day of your three day camping coming to an end.
"Want to tell scary stories by the campfire? "
You boyfriend perks up at you, causing you to look at him with furrowed brows, looking a this bright, cheerful grin. Toothy. Was he serious right now?
"Or are you too scared? Things may go bump in the night? "
He teases you, letting out ghost sounds, wiggling his fingers towards you, making you smack him on the chest as he lets out a hearty laugh.
"Quit it-"
You speak out, yet the sound of bushes rustling causes you to halt, your heart lurching up to your chest as both your heads dart to the direction of the sound. There's something wrong, you could feel it in your gut.
You feel a bigger hand on your shoulder, your boyfriend glancing at you with a calming look.
"I'm sure it's just an animal. "
Snap!
The sound of a branch snapping causes a new jolt of fear run through you, jumping you up for a bit as he sighs and pulls you close to him in a protective gesture.
"Sh... Darling, it's probably just a small animal. "
He hums to you, his head resting on the crown of yours while he soothingly traced patterns along your back.
"I'll go check on it, okay? To make sure. "
His arms leave you, yet your hand immediately went to grasp his arm before he could fully stand up.
"Are you insane!? What if that was a bear!? "
You almost yelled at him, but kept yourself to a whisper as to not alarm the creature. He stares at you, you stare at him, worry in your eyes, confidence in his.
"[Name], it's fine. I've been here a ton of times now. If it was a bear, I'll just shoo it off. "
His free hand rests on yours, squeezing it gently.
"Or maybe i could lead it here and all three of us can tell stories by the campfire. "
The same toothy grin appears on his face causing you to scoff at him. Him and his confidence. Seeing your reaction makes hin chuckle, his hand slowly prying yours off of his arm yet he still kept it in his grasp for a moment longer.
"I won't be long, okay? "
He leand down to give you a peck on the cheek. You want to stop him, but he's stubborn. You he wouldn't let it go, the best you could do was watch him, like a deer infront of headlights as he walks towards the treeline.
He turns to give you one final grin and a wave before walking into the woods.
The only thing that accompanied you was the cracking of the fire, it's embers burning through the wood with consistency. It's a calming sight, to try and keep your mind off the danger ebbing the vicinities of your mind.
You don't know how much time passed, the fire gradually eating through its fuel, you keep feeding it. If it dies, you aren't sure how your boyfriend will get back. Though.. He shouldn't find difficulty, right? He hasn't gone that far. Right....?
.... Right?
Your lips quiver as your chest aches, clenching. You curl up into yourself as you stare into the fire. No, he's just nearby. He's just... He's near. Your nails dig into your own skin, your gaze hardening at the fire. He's there. He's out there. He's nearby.
He's...
He's...
You take a shaky breath, shaking your head. He's there. He's there, there's nothing to fear. There's.. He's....
Your breathing quickening and your head aching, like a tension headache was forming. No, he's fine.. He's... He's okay.
The fire.
Keep the fire alive incase he comes back.
Incase...? No, no, he WILL come back.
He has to...
Why was he taking so long? Where did he go?
You've been sitting in the warmth of the fire for so long that you feel like a marshmallow. Where was he? Your face scrunching up to worry, your anxiety spiking up once more as you stare at the treeline.
Gods.. Did you send him to his death? Did you.. If you weren't so scared, he wouldn't have gone. If you hadn't been so off the entire day, he wouldn't have to go out to soothe you. If you hadn't.. If you hadn't... Your lip quivers, your eyes feeling the familiar sting of something.
You.. He...
You bite your lip, hard. Harshly. He'll come back.. He'll..
Just as you were about to descend into another panic filled dilemma, you hear the sounds of bush rustling. You freeze. In your spot.
The sound seems to be coming closer.. And closer... Your heart pounding in your chest, frozen in place by fear. Should you run? Should you freeze?
.... Should you fight?
Can you even fight?
All you could do was stare as the bushes moves slowly came closer and closer.. The sound of leaves crunching, twigs snapping coming closer and closer to a hilt, you don't even know if you hear it correctly from the sound if your heartbeat in your ears.
Finally, something, or someone, stumbles out into the clearing. Their movements wonky, their form.. Strange. Their legs shaking and their arms stretched out to try and balance themselves.
".. Honey? "
You call out, the familiar hair of your boyfriend finally registering into your fear filled mind. They stumble for a moment, their head faced down, watching their own footsteps. They freeze, breathing ragged.
"... Honey...? "
You call out again, softer this time. They seem to tense up before their face finally looks up at you. The same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth, everything yet.. Something felt off about it. The lifeless way they stared at you, the look of utter.. Shock was it? You can't tell.
But it's your boyfriend, right?
He is.. That's.. That him. Your boyfriend. You don't know whether to feel relief or.. Or something. Something inside you was nagging at you, yet that.. That's your boyfriend. Staring right at you.
"... [Name]...? "
His voice breaks the silence, the staring you two unintentionally had finally breaking as he stood up straight, wonky, weak but.. It was like he wasn't... Used to it.
".. Daniel..? "
You call out again, Daniel freezes for a moment again as he registers your voice... Before nodding. Your lips curl into a straight line as you stand up, hesitantly, slowly walking to him, eyes darting around him and his body, as if you're trying to find something off place but.. That's him. That's Daniel.
"I... You're back... "
You speak up once more, stopping infront of him, voice filled with hope, relief.. But wariness as well. Your hands clench yet.. You couldn't help but lean in, wrapping your arms around him, letting yourself mold into his body. You could feel his muscles tense... Before relaxing.
"What took you so long, i thought... "
You mutter, voice muffled by his body as his hands cautiously move, wraps wrapping around you too, tightly. Too tightly.
"I... I told you, I'll come back. "
His voice replies to you, too.. Forced. Somehow. You look up at him, at his blank expression. Momentarily staring at him before he grins at you. Flashing you his signature toothy smile.
Yet it felt too toothy.. And sharp for your liking.
Note: Hm... I'm not sure what monster this is, but I'll be calling it a shapeshifter for now. If you know what type of monster it is, please let me know! :)
Imagining going on a camping trip after your boyfriend has begged you for a while now to go camping with him. You never really agreed to because.. Well, the great outdoors is filled with mosquitoes, bugs, or maybe you're just a homebody by nature.
Either way, after a long time of begging, you decided to finally agree on his birthday. The way his face lit up almost made it worth it.
He takes you to a camping spot, one he freauented back then as a kid with his family. You have to admit, the place did look pretty nice. The fresh air flowing through you, the smell of the trees and the soft sounds of birds chirping and fluttering around. You'd honestly doubted yourself why you held it off for so long.
Though you can't help the feeling that there was something... Watching you. Lurking.
And you swore you could've seen a figure in the distance. You told your boyfriend about it, your concerns, but he just reassures you that there's no one else there.
And if there is, maybe they're just another camper. Your fears didn't ebb.
Your boyfriend takes you out for a walk to cool your nerves, taking you to a nearby lake, bringing you out to explore and calm you, showing you that there's nothing to fear. Yet Everywhere you went, you couldn't help but feel the sense that you were being watched.
But seeing your boyfriend so happy.. It makes you push your feelings to the side.
The night arrives, you're out infront of a campfire with him. The first night of two, the first day of your three day camping coming to an end.
"Want to tell scary stories by the campfire? "
You boyfriend perks up at you, causing you to look at him with furrowed brows, looking a this bright, cheerful grin. Toothy. Was he serious right now?
"Or are you too scared? Things may go bump in the night? "
He teases you, letting out ghost sounds, wiggling his fingers towards you, making you smack him on the chest as he lets out a hearty laugh.
"Quit it-"
You speak out, yet the sound of bushes rustling causes you to halt, your heart lurching up to your chest as both your heads dart to the direction of the sound. There's something wrong, you could feel it in your gut.
You feel a bigger hand on your shoulder, your boyfriend glancing at you with a calming look.
"I'm sure it's just an animal. "
Snap!
The sound of a branch snapping causes a new jolt of fear run through you, jumping you up for a bit as he sighs and pulls you close to him in a protective gesture.
"Sh... Darling, it's probably just a small animal. "
He hums to you, his head resting on the crown of yours while he soothingly traced patterns along your back.
"I'll go check on it, okay? To make sure. "
His arms leave you, yet your hand immediately went to grasp his arm before he could fully stand up.
"Are you insane!? What if that was a bear!? "
You almost yelled at him, but kept yourself to a whisper as to not alarm the creature. He stares at you, you stare at him, worry in your eyes, confidence in his.
"[Name], it's fine. I've been here a ton of times now. If it was a bear, I'll just shoo it off. "
His free hand rests on yours, squeezing it gently.
"Or maybe i could lead it here and all three of us can tell stories by the campfire. "
The same toothy grin appears on his face causing you to scoff at him. Him and his confidence. Seeing your reaction makes hin chuckle, his hand slowly prying yours off of his arm yet he still kept it in his grasp for a moment longer.
"I won't be long, okay? "
He leand down to give you a peck on the cheek. You want to stop him, but he's stubborn. You he wouldn't let it go, the best you could do was watch him, like a deer infront of headlights as he walks towards the treeline.
He turns to give you one final grin and a wave before walking into the woods.
The only thing that accompanied you was the cracking of the fire, it's embers burning through the wood with consistency. It's a calming sight, to try and keep your mind off the danger ebbing the vicinities of your mind.
You don't know how much time passed, the fire gradually eating through its fuel, you keep feeding it. If it dies, you aren't sure how your boyfriend will get back. Though.. He shouldn't find difficulty, right? He hasn't gone that far. Right....?
.... Right?
Your lips quiver as your chest aches, clenching. You curl up into yourself as you stare into the fire. No, he's just nearby. He's just... He's near. Your nails dig into your own skin, your gaze hardening at the fire. He's there. He's out there. He's nearby.
He's...
He's...
You take a shaky breath, shaking your head. He's there. He's there, there's nothing to fear. There's.. He's....
Your breathing quickening and your head aching, like a tension headache was forming. No, he's fine.. He's... He's okay.
The fire.
Keep the fire alive incase he comes back.
Incase...? No, no, he WILL come back.
He has to...
Why was he taking so long? Where did he go?
You've been sitting in the warmth of the fire for so long that you feel like a marshmallow. Where was he? Your face scrunching up to worry, your anxiety spiking up once more as you stare at the treeline.
Gods.. Did you send him to his death? Did you.. If you weren't so scared, he wouldn't have gone. If you hadn't been so off the entire day, he wouldn't have to go out to soothe you. If you hadn't.. If you hadn't... Your lip quivers, your eyes feeling the familiar sting of something.
You.. He...
You bite your lip, hard. Harshly. He'll come back.. He'll..
Just as you were about to descend into another panic filled dilemma, you hear the sounds of bush rustling. You freeze. In your spot.
The sound seems to be coming closer.. And closer... Your heart pounding in your chest, frozen in place by fear. Should you run? Should you freeze?
.... Should you fight?
Can you even fight?
All you could do was stare as the bushes moves slowly came closer and closer.. The sound of leaves crunching, twigs snapping coming closer and closer to a hilt, you don't even know if you hear it correctly from the sound if your heartbeat in your ears.
Finally, something, or someone, stumbles out into the clearing. Their movements wonky, their form.. Strange. Their legs shaking and their arms stretched out to try and balance themselves.
".. Honey? "
You call out, the familiar hair of your boyfriend finally registering into your fear filled mind. They stumble for a moment, their head faced down, watching their own footsteps. They freeze, breathing ragged.
"... Honey...? "
You call out again, softer this time. They seem to tense up before their face finally looks up at you. The same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth, everything yet.. Something felt off about it. The lifeless way they stared at you, the look of utter.. Shock was it? You can't tell.
But it's your boyfriend, right?
He is.. That's.. That him. Your boyfriend. You don't know whether to feel relief or.. Or something. Something inside you was nagging at you, yet that.. That's your boyfriend. Staring right at you.
"... [Name]...? "
His voice breaks the silence, the staring you two unintentionally had finally breaking as he stood up straight, wonky, weak but.. It was like he wasn't... Used to it.
".. Daniel..? "
You call out again, Daniel freezes for a moment again as he registers your voice... Before nodding. Your lips curl into a straight line as you stand up, hesitantly, slowly walking to him, eyes darting around him and his body, as if you're trying to find something off place but.. That's him. That's Daniel.
"I... You're back... "
You speak up once more, stopping infront of him, voice filled with hope, relief.. But wariness as well. Your hands clench yet.. You couldn't help but lean in, wrapping your arms around him, letting yourself mold into his body. You could feel his muscles tense... Before relaxing.
"What took you so long, i thought... "
You mutter, voice muffled by his body as his hands cautiously move, wraps wrapping around you too, tightly. Too tightly.
"I... I told you, I'll come back. "
His voice replies to you, too.. Forced. Somehow. You look up at him, at his blank expression. Momentarily staring at him before he grins at you. Flashing you his signature toothy smile.
Yet it felt too toothy.. And sharp for your liking.
As part of my new year's resolution to draw more, I have decided to draw a bunch of characters wearing a maid dress ! There's just this specific style of maid dress which haunts my mind :p
This is all fun and games and i hope you enjoy the art :)
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TW: Yandere, Spiking of food??, can this be considered drug use???, NOT Proofread
Imagine going to a bakery, a bakery that's ran by a culinary witch, the type of witch to use baking as a way of spellcraft or witchcraft. A witch who specializes in making beautiful and delicious deserts. Yet he also offers a secret service for a price.
Embedding spells, curses, whatever people desire into their desserts for a price.
You decided to go there. There's this person you've liked for a while and you couldn't help but want them, they're just so lovey and.... It may be stupid, people do warn and say to never mess with love potions yet..
You couldn't help but go to the shop and purchase a cupcake with a love potion. The witch seller looks at you with a teasing look and smile making you blush.
"Special someone, my dear? "
His voice, light and airy whispered to you making your cheeks feel hotter in embarrassment. Despite the busy day, He couldn't help but to tease and laugh at your expression before telling you to wait for your order at the side.
You stand there, waiting as the man mixes in the potion to the cupcake.
From the back, there was so much going on. A bunch of orders had been piled up and he was working through it along with working with yours. Yet he handled them with ease, making and working through the order with yours on the side. Although with working so quickly, there were some fuck ups along the way. He bumps into a table, almost drops something, had some cream he was whipping and mixing splash onto his hand.
"Ugh. "
He couldn't help but internally groan. Well, free taste he guesses. He couldn't help but bring it up to his lips for a taste. Well, after all, a chef has to ensure the quality of their products!
"Hm... Spicy. Could use some more sugar. "
He muses to himself, keeping a mental note to add sugar to that batch later on. Gods.. How spicy did he make it? It felt like heat was going through his body. Did he accidentally put in too much spice to it? Whatever, he couldn't help but pass it off for now. There's work to be done.
You wait patiently as customers leave with their orders, heart beating in excitement or nervousness. You wonder if this would work, if you're doing the right thing. Was it actually good? You're kind of manipulating the person with an, essentially, spiked cupcake. Hesitation fills you as your brain starts to question your actions, yet before it could proceed, you hear your name being called.
"Red Velvet cupcake for [Name]! "
The witch yells out from the counter, a small and carefully boxed up cupcake waiting in his hands as your eyes locked. Ah.. Well... You couldn't just tell him you changed your mind? He worked hard on it and...
"Red Velvet cupcake for [Name]! "
He calls out again, causing you to push down your gut feeling and approach him. He smiled at you, brightly even.
"Well, here you go, dear. "
He hums softly as he gently places down the box into your hands, your skin brushing against one another momentarily causing a shiver to run down his spine. You hesitate momentarily.
"Are you okay? "
You ask him as he just stared at your hands. His hands not fully letting go of the box yet. His heart beating wildly at it, as everything felt muffled for him momentarily. He could smell roses, jasmine, yet he never had them in the shop. Everything feels muddy, blurred and the burning feeling slowly arose within him.
"Mr...? Are you okay? "
You ask again, your voice causing his eges to meet yours and lock onto them. Had they always been that beautiful? The concern in your eyes causes him to gulp and shake his head to clear it.
"Ah.. Yes.. Of course. I'm fine. It'll be-"
He tells you the price as he lets go of the box, leaving it in your grasp before ringing up the price. You nod and silently place down the money on his extended hand, your hands touching once more, making the man take a subtle sharp breath. Yet, you couldn't help but question..
"Will it.... Will it actually work? "
You ask softly to him, ensuring no one else will hear. He couldn't help but gaze upon you, taking another look at your face. Had you always had such beautiful hair? Such.. Soft skin? Shimmering eyes? And...
"Huh? "
He snaps out of his thoughts again as you wave your hand in front of him.
"Oh.. Uh.. Yes.. Yes it will. Do you doubt me, little lamb? "
He hums to you, flashing you a soft smile. He couldn't help the way his chest clenched at the sight of you fidgeting and murmuring, tracking back before chuckling.
"Relax, I'm just teasing you, dear. "
He couldn't help but reach out to... Touch your hair...? You look st him confused.. And he looked just as confused as you. He's still for a moment before... Patting you on the head. Why the fuck did he do that? You look at him strangely, questioningly... Before he awkwardly retracts his hand back, clearing his throat.
"W-well, i apologize for that. "
He clears his throat.
"I.. I could be certain it will work 100%. If it doesn't then.. Why don't you come back and i'll-"
Ravish you. What the fuck.F
"- give you a refund. "
He reassures you. You look at him in the eyes, and you swore you could see something in them, something that made your gut clench in strange ways but... You shrug it off. He.. He's nice. It wasn't like he wasn't acting weirdly. Other than staring off earlier.
"I.. Alright. There's no need to. Uhm... "
You shift your position, lips curling up into a firm line as he just lookd at you. It was awkward, just.. Looking at each ofher before
"I.. Well, i gotta run now. Thank you! "
You bid him farewell, causing him to nod in acknowledgement as you turn to walk. His eyes never leaving your form, watching you as you walk out the door.
"... Be careful, Darling. "
The words leave his mouth, yet now it held more weight than the way he used to carelessly throw that nickname out to anyone.
He sighs and turns back to the kitchen. His head clearing momentarily yet still, it revolved around yours. Gods.. What was he to do?
As part of my new year's resolution to draw more, I have decided to draw a bunch of characters wearing a maid dress ! There's just this specific style of maid dress which haunts my mind :p
This is all fun and games and i hope you enjoy the art :)
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This maid dress has been haunting my mind for a few days now and Dana is just the unfortunate victim to be first π also not historically accurate π
Dana belongs to @meo-eiru !
Wonder if he would actually wear this if this became his uniform or will he smack us- /hj
