yan!serial killer who becomes OBSESSED with who was going to be his next victim. | pt 1, pt 2
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he never thought of himself as an obsessive person until he saw you for the first time. your soft hair, pretty eyes, rosy cheeks. you were an angel, he believed; it was his first thought, when his eyes landed on you in the convenience store, standing there behind the counter, a tired look on your face, no doubt from a long, boring night of work.
when he'd come in, he'd been planning on finding his next kill. it'd been too long since he had - he'd been keeping a low profile, lest that pesky detective come sniffing about where they're not supposed to.
but, he grew bored, he longed for a thrill. he needed a plaything to keep him occupied. so, stepping out of his safe zone, he stalked the dark streets, people-watching. none caught his eye, a strange occurrence. none of them seemed fun, thrilling. they'd be easy kills.
he's tired of easy kills.
he pretended to check out the aisles, but his eyes lingered elsewhere. he watched the few people who were lingering about the store, looking around for god-knows-what before heading to the front. his eyes followed; that's when he saw you.
he was immediately taken aback - he never saw someone as beautiful and handsome as you, as... angelic, divine. he had to pinch himself and take a second look, believing he was seeing things. but, no, you were real, as real as the stars above.
he stalked about the aisles a little longer, eyes glued to you as you interacted with the other customers. when the rest cleared out, he grabbed a six pack of beer and sauntered up to the counter. he didn't even drink beer, it was just the nearest thing to him, and how weird would it be, him going about the aisles having not grabbed anything?
he planted the six pack upon the counter, then spoke up, "can i have a pack of Marlboro Black's?"
his breath was nearly knocked from his lungs the second your eyes met his. your eyes... he could get lost in them, he thought. you gave him a nod and a soft, kind smile, turning around and grabbing him a pack of Marlboro Black's, setting them on the counter.
"can i see an I.D?" you asked; your voice could lure sailors. he fished out his wallet and pulled out his I.D, handing it to you. you scanned it over with a short nod before passing it back over to him, scanning his pack of cigarettes and beer.
"that'll be $13.92, sir." he pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and slid it across the counter. "keep the change, mx..." his eyes found your nametag, "y/n."
y/n... it's such a beautiful name, he thought, he could say it for hours and never tire of it. you gave another kind smile. "thank you. have a good night, mister..." you trailed off; he spoke, "fenix."
"fenix." you repeated, as if testing it on your tongue. his name on your lips made fireworks explode throughout his limbs. he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. you smiled up at him once more. "have a good night, fenix."
a genuine smile graced his lips. "you, too, y/n." he grabbed his beer and cigarettes and turned away from the counter, heading for the glass doors, a plan formulating in his mind.
it was rather simple - he would watch you for a while, a week or so at most, before making his move. he'd learn your schedule, habits, routine, he'd learn everything about you before striking.
but, that week passed, and instead of killing you, he kept watching from afar. it was strange; he usually never gave it a week, he'd strike immediately. he didn't care for learning about his victims, he didn't see them as people, just prey. were you just prey? no, no no no...
no, you were special, he believed. he met you for a reason, it was no mere coincidence. you're not just another victim, not just another body to add to his long list of kills. no, you're more than that.
there's no other explanation for why he hasn't killed you yet.
so, he continued to watch you from afar, see you go about your day to day life. morning's were usually lax, you'd stay in bed with a cup of tea. in the afternoon, you either went grocery shopping or to the library. and in the evening, you were working at that podunk convenience store until two in the morning.
sometimes, he'd photograph you, take still shots of you in what he deemed your most authentic state. he couldn't help it, truly, you were just so pretty; you deserved to be immortalized.
he'd printed a couple of them out, too, pinned them to his corkboard so he could look at you.
but, after a month and a half, looking wasn't enough anymore. he needed to be closer to you, needed to be. so, one night after you went to work, he picked the lock to the door of your small studio, and crept his way inside.
your livingspace wasn't as nice as you. it was messy, cluttered with junk mail and a couple dishes, some clothes strewn about the floor. your bed was unmade, stuffed animals scattered atop the mattress, a couple left forgotten on the floor beside it. there were shelves cramped with books that look like they hadn't been touched in years, dust caking the pages and covers.
all in all, it was the complete opposite from his darling angel. his angel, who always smelled of vanilla. his angel, who dressed in the nicest things, had the kindest voice, the prettiest eyes. he never thought you'd live in such disarray.
he wanted nothing more than to take you from here to a nicer place, where you wouldn't have to live paycheck to paycheck, working at that podunk convenience store, living in this grimy studio apartment.
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what? am i stalking you? noooo, no no no, i’m just making sure you’re getting home okay, there’s so many creeps in the world, i wouldn’t want someone to hurt you, darling.
yan!serial killer who KIDNAPS his angel after they get home from work. | pt 1, pt 2
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he'd gone home that night with a plan - he would take you far, far away from this place, far from the troublesome, boring life you currently lead. he'd already fantasized about it three times over; how he'd do it, when, where. hell, he'd even made a little space for you in the spare bedroom of his house, in preparation for your arrival.
he was ecstatic. he couldn't wait to finally talk to you again, more than just the normal employee-customer talk. he would finally be able to get to know you, from you, more than what he already did on his own. a pleasant conversation with his darling angel, face to face. what more could he ask for?
he waited until your shift ended on friday, the last day of the week; inevitably, your last day of work. he hid across the street in the dimly lit alleyway, watching you go about your night - even with the bored look on your face, you were handsome. he could never tire of seeing you.
that is why he was doing this, after all. to see you, without the barriers life and work bring. not only, but to give you a better life. a life without having to worry about making ends meet, a life without needless responsibility. a life where you could be happy.
he wanted to be a part of that. he wanted to make it happen.
the hours went by in a hurry; soon, your shift was over, and he was following close behind you as you headed home. he was giddy with glee; after so many grueling, long weeks of watching, planning, pining, he would finally have you. all to himself.
when you entered your house, he stood watching across the street, making sure to stay out of the light so you wouldn’t see him. he’d wait until you fell asleep before entering your home; you’re a heavy sleeper, he figured that out after you’d slept through your alarms for work.
when he was sure you were asleep, he crept to the back of your house and snuck in through the laundry room window, quiet as a mouse.
slowly, he turned the doorknob and opened it, stepping out into the hallway. he went down to your bedroom, turned the knob and slowly pushed open the door.
and there you were, fast asleep and snoring softly. it made his heart race, seeing you so serene. he crept over to your bedside, pulled out a rag and a bottle of chloroform from his duffle, and poured it onto the cloth. it was a little cruel, knocking you out, but it was necessary.
he loomed over your sleeping form, hands shaking as he brings the rag to your face, before smothering your mouth and nose.
it was now that you began to wake up, but it didn’t last long. you weakly grabbed at his wrist, sparks shooting up his spine at your touch. then, you passed out. he let out a shuddering breath, looking down at you with hearts in his eyes.
you were so beautiful.
swiftly, he picked you up, one arm under your knees, the other cradling your back. he made way to the back door, grabbing your car keys on the way out, before stepping out into the cool night.
he opened the car door, gently laid you in the backseat, before getting in the driver’s side and starting up the vehicle. he backed out of your driveway before driving down the street.
the drive to his abode wasn’t that long; a good half hour or so out of town. every so often, he’d glance at the rear view mirror, making sure you were still passed out.
soon, he arrived at his home. your new home.
it was in a rather desolate area, but that was fine with him. no one to see him carrying your unconscious body into his house. it was perfect.
he turned the knob and nudged the door open with his shoulder, stepping inside and pushing it shut with the sole of his boot.
his house was mostly empty, a stark contrast to your messy living area. there was but a round table, a loveseat, in the kitchen was a gas stove, sink, and fridge. all the necessities that come with houses.
but he’d finally be able to make it a home now that you were here.
he made way to the cellar, a mattress on the floor waiting for you. he gently set you down, and grabbed the long chain with cuffs on each end. he locked one around your wrist, the other to a wall shackle. he shuffled around, pulled out a blanket, and splayed it atop your sleeping form.
now, all there was to do was to go to sleep and see how you were doing in the morning.
he couldn’t wait.
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yandere!forestelf except he's obsessed with watching you sleep.
you clumsily crawled your way into his territory, clueless of the nearly 7ft tall monster that gaurded the forest, you don't look harmful in the slightest, he was actually about to let you go untill he saw it.
you, completely still in a cave, lying on your side like a ragdoll. in all his 26,000 years of livimg he wasn't very familiar with humans to be honest. they mostly stayed away from the forest, and he would always protect it. so this was unfamiliar to him, were you dead? he wasn't sure, so he went to check.
that was a bad idea, you woke up screaming as he politely poked your soft spots, you'd always heard of the infamous elf gaurd, in stories and music. never did you ever think you'd meet him.
"do not be afraid." his voice is a mix of so many things it's scary. airy winter snowflakes, rushing ocean waters. you don't reply. you can't understand him anyways.
the elf realizes this, and tries his best, but years of avoidance to your kind has left him stumped.
so he grabs a stick and begins to draw pictures.
"you...me...x?" you say aloud, a puzzled expression on your face. then he draws x's over your eyes and you whip your head up in fear, he was going to kill you.
the elf huffs and scratches out the drawings, now standing in all 7ft glory to, how you would say, play charades.
it take a while but eventually you get the message, "you came to check on me when i was sleeping? because you thought i was dead?"
he nods enthusiastically, and you smile. "oh how thoughtful."
after this you come as visit him often, and everytime you decide it's better you camp the night you can always find a tall elf staring at you from above, you've learned he doesn't need to sleep, which is why he's so fascinated bu you. the body completely shutting down for 8 hours or more? and being completely fine when restarted? hes rather impressed to say the least.
it gets a bit silly at times, the gaurd has made it a sort of ritual for you two. all day long he follows you around the forest silently watching as you gathered things you need or research the plethora of animals in the vicinity.
then when night comes, he scoops you up in his arms. like you're a child and rests your head where he has the bezt veiw to watch you sleep, breathing in soft, sometimes loud breaths to feul your body. you stopped fighting when your realizes the sleep you were getting was better then any cave floor could give you, Demitai is just happy you let him in the first place.
gets cutness aggression when he hold you, has to stop himself from pulling blood from your cheeks and tummy when he bites them.
I know they all want your attention, little doll. but they can't give you what i can. they want to use your skin, but i can worship it. they want to ignore your past but i can embrace it. they want your affection for a day but i want to keep it. they dont want to match your devotion but i can give it right back to you.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 — MDNI!! NSFW!! reader uses she/her pronouns . FREAKY SHIT IN THIS WHOLE ONESHOT . semen in food . feminization of yandere. yandere refers to himself as ‘mommy’ at times . YANDERE . defo more freaky shit . unedited!!
𝓨𝓞𝓤 coughed, feeling your frame shake and lungs clench with pain from your own cough. You stared out the window, a white dove perched on the window sill, staring at you curiously as if you were some new specimen.
You followed its movements, tilting your head at it as it analyzed you with wonder in its black beady eyes.
A warm giggle came from your side, startling both you and the bird, one of you fled and the other stayed caged.
It was the damn crack of dawn and he was already here?
“Good morning, sugar plum~” he greeted you as if you were the sun itself, strolling a large computer with him, cables and devices plugged into the sides of the metallic box.
“Morning.” You dryly responded, your voice coming out groggy and parched. He gave you that genuine little smile only reserved for you, taking out a water bottle as if by magic and gently placing it on your bed.
“Drink lots of water, I might have to get some blood samples from you later.” He instructed, gently picking up your arm and hooking you to a pressure meter.
You blinked at him, frustration welling in your chest just at the sight of the medical devices. You were tired of being picked and prodded like a test subject, you just wanted a normal body and normal life.
The pink haired nurse noticed your dampened mood, his eyebrows furrowing at your distress.
“..Don’t get all huffy now, there’s no need to get upset.” he murmured, his large hand coming to softly smooth your hair on your head in an attempt to cheer you up.
Suddenly he remembered something, his hand swiftly dug through his scrubs pockets, letting out a little breath as he opened his hand, revealing an item.
You gently retrieved the small looking item in his palm with extreme caution.
You eyed the cute silver necklace, a little plush bunny charm hanging in the center. You had to admit, it was pretty cute.
You almost forgot why you were upset— Almost.
“Come here, let me put it on you.” His hands rested on your shoulders now, long fingers massaging your sore muscles.
The rabbit necklace rested on your chest, your finger gently petting the small charm like it would nudge your finger back.
“Thank you, it’s very cute.” The corners of your mouth slightly lifting as you touched the velvety texture of the rabbit.
Yuuto gently pinched your cheek, finding your slight show of joy endearing. The rabbit fell over your chest perfectly, like it was meant to be there. Now, he hoped you didn’t notice the microphone inside it.
He would be able to listen to your heartbeat everyday, his fingers began to tremble at just the thought of hearing your heartbeat everyday in the back while he goes on about his day.
You wondered what was on his mind, something so heavy that completely distracts him from the world.. must be something super important.
Yuuto was spacing out again, his breathing would get heavy, cheeks would turn a rosy shade and eyes would get cloudy, as if he was in deep thought of something that was far too intimate to say out loud.
You whistled, snapping in front of his face, trying to being him back to your timeline.
“Heyy?? Yoo-hoo??” You waved your hand in front of his face, he blinked various times, shaking his head as he descended from the clouds and came back to you.
“I’m sorry! I just have a lot of things on my mind!”— Like running to the bathroom to rub one out.
Well, he couldn’t say that. You would probably report him and demand to get a different appointed nurse.
“..It’s alright, I guess.” It’s really not, but everyone has their days, right?
“Although I’m like.. starving you know? I could literally eat you right now.”
Oh, please do. Yuuto thought, biting his lip subtly. The things he would do for just a taste of your warm, sweet mouth. He felt his dick twitch in his pants at the thought of you shoving your tongue down his throat.
“O-Oh! Yes! I’ll get your breakfast right away, (Y/N)!” He nodded in determination, unhooking you from the machines and tucking you back in your warm bed.
“Don’t move, ‘Kay?” He tutted, raising his index finger in a way a mother would to scold their child.
“Oh and—
He gently kissed your cheek, soft, wet lips pecking your skin.
“Mwah! Wub you!” He smushed your face before actually getting on his merry way to fetch you a bite.
You didn’t even react, this was his strange routine and there wasn’t much you could even do to prevent it either way.
…
Your nurse walked through the hospital calmly, without a worry in the world, doctors and other nurses avoided him like the plague, parting like the Red Sea when he approached. Eyeing him carefully like a herd of frightened lambs, as if a fox like him would strike at any moment.
He heard whispers from all sides, but as soon as he snapped his head and stared at one of the sources of sound, the voices would cease their comments.
He smiled again, not tenderly like he did for you— But menacing, threatening. A bone chilling smile with dark intentions, waging hundreds of wars behind those yellow eyes.
He hummed a soft lullaby as he locked himself in a supply closet with your breakfast, he knew that he had to work quickly, because you would definitely pout and get mad at him if he didn’t return soon.
He propped his phone on a random shelf, pressing the record button as he lowered his scrubs.
His lacy, white panties we’re drenched, his cock head beginning to peek out from over the pretty little bow at the top of the garment.
He let out a pant as he slowly lowered his underwear to the middle of his trembling thighs. A soft mewl escaped his throat as he thought of you ripping his panties with your teeth— Eager to devour him.
His face heated up at just the thought of the cruel act he was about to commit.
It wasn’t like he had never done this before, there had been way too many times.. But every time he did it, it felt like the first time.
His finger tip nudged the black piercing on his tip, he shuddered under his own touch, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips when he finally wrapped his hand around his shaft.
His dick weeped pre cum, the sticky substance traveling down his length at the speed of a snail. Yuuto couldn’t stop himself as he began to rub himself like a man on a mission, his eyes felt like rolling into the back of his skull from the sheer whiplash he was getting.
He might have lost the last bit of control over his mind and body when he carefully introduced a nail into his urethra, one of his hands flying up to cover his mouth, barely muffling the slutty pleas coming from his lips.
“Aaahn..hggh—(Y/N)! I—I— Can’t help— I..ighhh!!” He cried for you, tears beginning to blur his vision as he felt the knot in his lower abdomen start to loosen.
His hand slowly moved from his mouth to his perky chest, his soft hand grabbing at his soft tissue. Fingers rubbing in circular motions against his nipples, the cold piercings beginning to warm from the friction.
Yuuto tried to hide himself in his own shoulder, his chin meeting his collar bone as his hands began to shake uncontrollably, he knew that he was getting closer to his orgasm.
He gasped as he squeezed his sensitive bud too hard, imagining his beautiful darling nibbling on his chest.
His knees felt as if they were going to give up on him, his legs feeling like jelly when he thought of you sweetly calling him your mommy.
“F-Feel so go..good..~” he whined, plush thighs clamping together in pleasure.
He threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent moan. He raised his hand, fumbling to grasp at the cup that came with your food, then shooting his cum inside a plastic cup, heaving as he raised the cup to his eye sight.
The thick, white liquid sluggishly moved down the walls of the plastic container. He remembered the camera was still filming, turning his body to the phone and presenting the plastic cup like a prize.
“.. Mama made you something with so much looove..” he laughed breathlessly, tipping the cup and swishing the cum around.
He looked at how long he had been filming, five minutes. He had to get back now, he didn’t want you getting all cranky.
He made haste of pouring his fluids in your food, especially in your favorite part of the dish, basically forcing you to consume his ‘nutrients’.
He was close to your room anyway, he knew the food was still warm, meaning that he was still in time.
You sat on your bed, staring at the door with impatience.
“Any minute now..” you said to no one but yourself, stretching your ankles as you started a countdown in your head.
Three..
Two ..
One.
The door opened, your nurse standing with a tray of food. You looked down at it in curiosity, hoping it was your preferred hospital food— The pancake special..
Your heart jumped at the sight of the flat cakes, looking at your breakfast like it was your salvation.
Yuuto sat by your bed, staying to watch you eat rather than go away and actually do his job somewhere else.
His elbows dug into your bed, head nestled in one of his hands as he watched you eat fondly. Now he knew you would actually get all your vitamins and supplements, you needed to get strong and healthy after all.
You bit into the pancake, regretting it immediately. Wow, your hospital’s food really fucking sucks.
It was spongy and soft but.. unsavory— Someone had definitely dumped too much salt on the recipe.
You coughed a little, your taste buds rejecting the salt in the pancake. You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose as you forced the food down your throat.
“Oh! I forgot to give you the syrup.” Yuuto hummed, digging up a syrup packet from his scrubs— What’s the deal with that? Does he store everything in there?
You gratefully accepted the syrup and dumped the sugar over the pancakes, you soon found out it was just the surface that was salty and sticky.
It was as if someone had poured something on top, because it didn’t bleed to the bottom of the bread.
Did someone tamper with your food?
You gazed at the only person closest to you, could it have been him?.. possibly.
He wouldn’t poison you though, is this a prank? He was way too smiley—You shut down that theory, he was always smiley with you.
..weird.
You finished your food, leaving it up to Yuuto to take your used utensils and empty tray away.
“Did you eat the last crumb?” He raised an eyebrow, that helicopter parent tendency of his switching on.
You nodded, licking off the syrup on your fork. The man with pink hair seemed convinced enough as he glanced down at your plate.
“Good girl~” He praised with a high pitched baby voice, dabbing the sticky substances off your mouth with a napkin, pretending to not hear your protests that you could wipe your face on your own.
“I’ll see you later, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, alright?” He looked at you expectantly until you nodded with a meek ‘okay..’
The door closed with a soft click behind him.
He tried to hide the beads of sweat forming on his skin, his smile faltering with lust as he walked away, promising to be back later.
He moaned softly as his tongue wrapped around your used fork, he could feel the wetness of your saliva on the metal.
He tried not to make a big fuss as he was still trying to give back the objects to the kitchen. He worked quickly, pink muscle lapping up what was left of your spit.
He took the fork out of his mouth, a long web of his own saliva connecting him to the item. He wiped his mouth, trying to pretend that he didn’t just make out with a fork.
He delivered the tray like nothing happened and went back to roam near your room, knowing you probably wanted some alone time.
He could go take a quick smoke break while you washed up! He began to skip off in happiness only to be stopped by a girl.
“Excuse me— Do you.. Do you know where (Y/N) (L/N)’s room is?” Yuuto looked down at her hands, delicately holding a bouquet full of flowers and treats.
He narrowed his eyes at the girl, his smile turning into a grimace. What business did she have with you? He thought that your family was long gone by now.
“The hospital isn’t accepting any visitors.” He answered sharply, with eyes dull and full of envy.
“I-I thought these were visiting hours—“
“She doesn’t want to see you.” He cut her off, fists tightening, knuckles turning bone white as he tried not to wring his hands around her dainty little neck and snap it like pasta.
“Leave before I call security.” He warned, eye twitching, a silent threat as the girl jumped in her shoes, face turning pale as she turned to leave immediately.
A sardonic grin broke out over his face, a content feeling swarming in his chest— He had defended his darling without having to make someone dissapear!! Yay to not smelling like bleach!
He fiddled with his lighter in his pocket, disappearing into the rooftop of the hospital.
The day faded away like morning mist, the sun dipping into the horizon and the moon rising, the white light of it shining down on you.
It was bedtime, you thought.
Your eyes had begun to lid, eyelids feeling as if they were super glued to your retina. Your mind beginning to fog with the grogginess of unconsciousness as your phone fell from your hands and gently thudded on your covers.
You cocooned yourself in blankets, limbs tucking themselves closer to your body as you soon relaxed, breathing evening out as your facial muscles loosened into a peaceful look.
Yuuto exhaled shakily, opening your room door with utmost care, doing his hardest to not rouse you from your sweet dreams.
Ohmygod!mydarlinglookssodamnadorable!! My heart— My heart is going to burst!! Waaa~! What do I do?! What do I do?! I just..just want to sleep right next to them!! Trap their little body in my arms and never ever let them go!! I love you. I love you! I love you so much!!
He quietly took steps closer to your bed, leaning over you to analyze your pretty face. He noticed that you still wore the gift he gave you earlier, meaning that he could still listen to your heartbeat.
He bit the tip of his thumb, almost drawing blood from his finger as his canines dipped into his flesh. His chest felt like it was caving in on itself, he wanted to pounce on you so bad and squeeze the daylights out of you!
He held his hands to his face, fingernails digging into his temples as he took a step back, only the gods knew what he would do if he could get closer.
The bathroom door opened, a small elongated object clattering on the tiles, rolling to a stop before him.
Y..Your toothbrush!!
He almost squealed in delight as he bent down to pick it up, finger pads running through the still wet brush fibers.
You had used it! You had put it in your delicious mouth a few minutes ago!
He looked over his shoulder at your still snoozing form, fingers tightening around the toothbrush as you shifted in place.
It wasn’t too late to retreat— Maybe you wouldn’t notice he had been outside your room for hours before sneaking in to shamelessly ogle at you.
..the thing was.. he didn’t even care anymore. So what if he got caught? He wanted you to see how bad he needed you— How deep his love really ran for you.
He entered your bathroom, putting an earbud in, the wire connected to his phone, where he had been monitoring obsessively the spikes of your beats.
His heart picked up its pace, beating in his chest so hard that he could barely hear anything but the melodic sounds coming from his earbuds.
He pulled his pants down, cracking the door of the bathroom open to have the slightest view of you from the bathroom.
He was on his knees, leaning forward to zero in on you as he brought your brush to his mouth, sucking on the handle where your fingers had been.
He lubricated the handle well, eventually pulling it out of his mouth to slowly push it into his hole, he bit his tongue in an attempt to keep quiet as he saw you squirm.
He felt his teeth grind against each other as the tip of the toothbrush carved itself against his walls, his expression changing into one of determination, scarily serious as he worked the plastic into his rectum.
He felt the scarred tissue over his womb begin to warm up, skin pulsing in a painful but pleasurable way.
Your initials burned, scalding hot as it developed its own heartbeat.
He didn’t know when he fell so deeply in love with you, it was as if he blinked and he was already hiding bodies and praying to a shrine with your photos.
He didn’t know when he had began to watch you sleep, to write crude love letters that would never see the light of day, to kiss your lips while you were knocked unconscious from medicine.
He wanted to feel bad, to chastise himself for being such a disgusting waste of oxygen towards you. But even after he had bleached the floors of his basement and washed the blood off his hair— He never felt bad. Not once did a pang of guilt or regret flash in his cold heart.
He got a twisted joy out of it. Peacefulness after squashing another leech under the butt of his shoe in the name of love.
He was happy knowing you were safe, safe from harm and suffering at the hands of undeserving people. People who didn’t know how to care for you, who didn’t know the exact intervals between your heartbeats, who didn’t have the slightest bit of idea of how to love you.
He knew all there was to know about you, if someone were to slice his heart down the middle and looked inside it, they would only find the carvings of your name, your face, your smile, your laugh in the four chambers of his heart.
His insides stung as he brutally pulled the handle of the item in and out of him, drool seeped from the corners of his mouth, warm saliva dribbling down his neck and he didn’t even notice it.
He didn’t even care that he was making a mess on your floor, he choked on his breath as he felt the handle stab him inside, his eyes darting up to see if you had woken up.
He sped up with his thrusts, wet squelching sounds bounced off the not so sterile walls, reaching all the way to you, in bed.
“M—hm~”
Not even he was able to keep quiet, his back arched as he began to abuse that sweet spot nestled between his sticky walls. his body was slumping against the cold floor, limbs burning with the need of release.
“Ouuhhh— ‘mcumming! Pleasepleasepleasedarling!! Let mama cum! Ju-Just once..mnghh!”
His nails raked a bloody scratch down his chest, warm red bubbling up from the cut and dripping down his torso.
His stomach felt light, guts churning in ecstasy at the stimulation. Stars mingles in Yuuto’s vision, he couldn’t stop himself anymore.
Scalding hot cum spurted from his dick in thick webs, painting his abdomen and part of his chest, the sperm mingling with the blood in a disgusting mix.
“Aaaah! I—I luhh—Love you!!” He almost screamed out, the slightest twitching from your bed forcing him to quiet down.
He felt refreshed, air entered his lungs in greedy amounts, sweat ran down his face and gathered around his collarbones, he was still in awe.
It felt like butterflies were trapped in his brain, he never thought trying to masturbate right next to you would feel so.. exhilarating.
The orgasm was so good that an angel materialized itself in front of him, one that dressed in your scent like perfume and wore your face, as if it was you.
It took him a solid second to realize that it was no angel, but actually you. His cherished patient and soon to be girlfriend and soon more.
You looked sleepy, half awake and utterly confused. Asking yourself internally if this was real and not a dream.
“Y..Yuuto? What are you.. doing?” You asked, face flushing in embarrassment but not looking away for a second, almost seeming like you were enjoying his ruined state.
Yuuto just closed his eyes and smiled. Crawling towards you, hand holding you still as he hugged your leg with both his sweaty arms, accidentally staining your pants with semen and blood.
You blinked once, then twice. Realization slipping through your synapses, sluggishly making a connection.
..Your nurse was fucking crazy.
And you were into it.
this one is for @momottarou !! Sorry I took a while making it!! I truly was like brain empty.. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! ♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡
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you would know. you're the one who has to experience it firsthand, after all. of course—you love hiccup dearly, the man is simply a lovesick fool at your hands. seemingly always has been.
though . . . you'd argue he loves you a little too much.
his fixation on you should be disturbing. it really should; but it isn't, and at some point, you grew to enjoy it. an absolute sweetheart in public, yet he's the same one stealing your panties. the same one who eats you out with hearts in his eyes, who whimpers when you pull at his hair just right, who overstimulates himself just to please you. and because his pull out game is shit.
and gods, you wouldn't trade the poor man for anything. probably because he'd burn down and ruin countless lands trying to get to you, but that's beside the point.
Just the tip with any of the bots. Why? Maybe because they're too big, or maybe they don't want you to know they're spiking you as you sleep but want juuuuust enough stimulation to overload.
Maybe even switching between spiking you and rubbing against you, helm pressed against your chest trying to ground themselves and not rut into you like a bitch in heat. Maybe it's their way of practicing control, and being only able to fully enter you if they managed to not spike you for an hour or two.
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