yaretzi

Yandere bf x Darling who gained weight

Okita Sougo x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: it sounds like the reader is being stalked in the beginning, but it´s her bf (and she is aware of that), okita is a bit of a sadist as always, slight tsundere!okita

Autumn Festival 2024

Wordcount: ~500

You repeat Zayne's words like a mantra in your head, doing everything you can to hold off your orgasm as he fucks you. Every muscle in your body is tense, the pleasure crawling up your spine. You want it so bad, so bad that tears sting your eyes.

Fuck it. You'll beg forgiveness later.

But the second you stop holding back, ready to let your orgasm hit you, he pulls out.

"Zayne!" You gasp in shock. He's panting above you, chiseled body covered in a sheen of sweat that makes your mouth water.

"I told you to hold it." He reprimands quietly. You pout, orgasm ebbing away. Great. Now you'll get a punishment and you didn't even get to cum.

"But Zayne I-I didn't cum! Please p-put it back in, I'll be good I promise!" Your pleas fall on deaf ears, though he takes a moment to tenderly wipe the tears from your face, kissing you softly before sitting back up.

"You enjoy your punishments too much." Zayne notes, maneuvering your legs so they're pressed together, setting both of your ankles on one of his shoulders.

His cock, still slick, slowly pushes in between your thighs, just above your aching pussy. He gasps in pleasure at the sensation, while your jaw drops in shock.

It doesn't take long for him to cum, already so worked up from earlier. Most of it lands on your stomach, the sensation making you whimper once more.

"Zayne..." You whisper, nearly trembling with how bad you need it. He hums, leaning down to kiss you as he parts your legs, deft fingers finding your clit.

Yandere Boyfriend! who would noncon you over and over again, apologizing everytime and promising you that he won't do it again.

Of course, he doesn't mean it.

He feels sorry for hurting you, but he doesn't like it when you push him away, something inside him snaps everytime you deny him, he loses all control.

What do you mean you're not in the mood? Do you not love him?

What do you mean you got your period? It doesn't matter, you're saying it because you hate him right?

It hurts? Well guess what? It hurts him more because you're denying him of the ultimate act of love!

He doesn't like it at all.

So before anything else can leave your mouth, he's already intruding into your hole, burying his cock inch by inch, raw. You could feel the way it uncomfortably stretches you, the burning sensation escalating with every thrust.

Your cunt contracts around his cock as he growls into your ear, small gasps escaping his mouth as he fucks you deeply, his tip slamming against your cervix.

It's painful, it hurts, it burns.

Tears escape your eyes at the sensation, just waiting for him to be done with you. He licks your tears away, dragging his wet tongue across your cheek before pressing a kiss to your mouth.

His other hand dips down between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it to make it feel good for you too.

One thing about him is that he will always make sure you get to finish too. Is he an extremely selfish person? Yes, but not when it comes to this, he mainly does this because he loves the way your walls contract and flutter around him.

This is also usually the time the anger and everything dissipates, he comes back to his senses and feels guilty when he notices your painful expression, he begins to panic, but his hips don't stop moving, in fact, they speed up.

“i'm sorry— mhm fuck—!” The obscene sound of skin slapping continues to echo in the air. “I'm sorry baby, I dont— I don't like doing this! Please— oh fuck fuck— please forgive me.” He begs, all while his fingers work faster around your clit. He leans down, sucking on your tits.

It doesn't take long for you to finish, especially after he's basically forcing an orgasm out of you by stimulating you.

“I— please forgive me darling, i wont do it again— I lost control, I'm so sorry, I promise, please please please please.” He cries out gasping when he feels your cunt clench and contract around him. His hips piston and drill into your cunt sloppily, a tell-tale sign that he's near, and as if on cue, he cums.

He empties himself deep inside you, ropes of cum directly shooting against your cervix, while he rides his orgasm out and not long after collapses on top of you.

He switches positions, pulling you against him as he cuddles you, arm wrapped around your head and one gently patting your back as he assures you, calming your shaking and crying form.

“I'm sorry baby, it must've been scary right? I don't know what came over me.. it just happened. Please don't hate me. Please. Please.” His voice cracks, genuine emotion coating his words.

“I'm really sorry okay? I try not to, but I just can't—” He sniffs, before reaching down and burying his face into your neck, as if he is the one that needs comfort. “—just can't help myself, I promise I won't do it again. You'll forgive me right? Please.” His voice is muffled, but still clear and you could hear the guilt.

Of course, you forgive him.

You have to, you don't have any other choice, because if you don't— he'll get mad again.

This is the 4th time it happened this week alone, and it's only Wednesday.

You don't have a choice at all, you lost the freedom to have it ever since the day you decided to start dating him.

— yuta okkotsu, izuku midoriya, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, choso kamo + your fave, feel free to imagine any chara you want!

characters mentioned above are obviously aged up!

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Yandere!Newly Wed Husband x Newly Wed Spouse!Reader— manhandling, oral (f!receiving), edging, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, bondage (rope/handcuffs), marking, positive overstimulation, belly bulge fucked out on his dick, pussy drunk, cumplay, manipulation, aftercare

Meeting Yandere!Newly Wed Husband had been a dream. Every moment with him has been like something out of your most wild fantasies. He wooed you from the moment you two met and he never stopped treating you like the royalty you deserve to be treated like. Sweeping you off your feet, making grand gestures, speaking declarations that sound like poetry.

Not only that but he’s always put you first in the bedroom too. The first time you guys decide to fuck after getting together you were surprised by the way he roughly tossed you onto the bed and ate you out like a man starved. Throwing your legs over his shoulders and practically making out with your pussy.

His tongue slobbers over your dripping heat, going feral over it as your taste hits his senses. The loud smacking noises of his mouth slurping up your juices makes your head swim and moans to pour out of your mouth. It took you by surprised just how fast he learned every corner and crevice of your core.

It’s with the drive of a man with a goal that he works your pussy like he’s always owned it and will always own it. Letting you know from the start that no one will be able to give you the pleasure he can.

You could see it in his eyes as he stared you down while enjoying the feast that was your cunt. Noting every tiny reaction from the pulse of your walls around his muscle to the arch of your back as you buck into his mouth and grind against his nose.

He pulled reactions out of you that you didn’t even know you could do and you knew he could tell. He knew he was ruining you for anyone else in real time.

Every lap of the flat of his tongue along your slit, the way the drives his tongue into you as if imagining it was his cock fucking into you, and the greedy need in how desperately he suckled at your oversensitive throbbing clit brought you closer to the edge.

It seemed to last an eternity. And not once had he wavered or hesitated to gorge himself on your body. Just when you thought he was going to let you cum he’d ease off, forcing a pained protesting cry from you.

His hot breath fanned your dribbling pussy, a promise of what he was denying you. Then just as your orgasm had begun to ebb away he’d pounce all over again.

Showing you exactly how bad he could toy with you if he so decided. Revealing all of himself to you without you ever realizing, too swept up and drunk off the pleasure he had fogging up your mind.

It was all like something out of a great big smutty fantasy. When he told you he loved you only a few days in how could you not love him too?

Then when he suggested getting married a couple months later you were so deep into it, in love and basking in the way he worshiped the ground you walked on. There was no other option than, ‘yes, yes, a thousand times yes!’

Marrying you was like a public exclamation of everything Yan!Newly Wed Husband knew from the moment he met you. That you are his. Till death do you part. And even then he’d do his damnedest to find you. From this life to the next.

At the time it had sounded romantic. Like a dream come true. But after the wedding things began to change. He began to change.

Yandere(sub) dom! X fdom reader

You let him be dominant for once

"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." Sylus drawls as he leans over your shoulder from behind. The nickname makes you bristle, though your stomach twists in a sick sense of joy. Your hatred for Sylus had evolved into something you couldn't, or rather wouldn't, name.

"What are you doing here?" You whisper, though your heart pounds as the scent of his cologne envelops you. He hums as if debating answering your question, stepping just close enough that anyone around would likely assume you're a couple.

But...would that be so bad?

It's hard to decide. Even harder when you can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, when his hand brushes yours in a featherlight touch and your heart pounds in your ears.

"I came to say hi." His tone is devoid of it's usual mocking lilt. You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes to study them. He tilts his sunglasses down as if to aid you, clearly hiding nothing.

"You could have called."

"I could have. But this is more rewarding." He smiles for a moment, but it's not in his usual condescending manner. It's almost as if he's...shy?

Does the big bad leader of Onychinus...have a crush on you?

It'd be funny if you didn't feel the same way.

You finally turn to face him, though you make a point to not step back, leaving the non-existent space between your bodies as is. It doesn't go unnoticed, and his smile grows a small fraction.

"There's a nice coffee shop down the street. It's quiet. And peaceful." His brow raises with interest, and his eyes flicker with joy.

♡┆꒰ ᑭᗩᑕ .ᐟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꒱

Imagine after giving birth to your son, being separated towards a war that does not involve you. Unable to escape you were forced to set sail away from your beloved home, and after years of being apart you are finally able to return home.

Cause I'd rather lie Than allow them to think they've won Though I never thought that I'd resort to this Just know I'll be here

Yandere HSR men x Odysseus!reader

DAN HENG – PENELOPE

King of Ithaca who's currently waiting for his beloved retreat, never losing hope despite the many suitors that have come to him requesting his hand in marriage. The cousin of Dan Feng, who is the catalyst towards the trojan war.

Dan heng was against your departure and tried many ways to hide you but it's not any used, he was forced to see his beloved being sailed away towards a war that doesn't involve their quiet life–the night before, Dan heng spent all night embracing your body afraid that you might slip away from his hands. He traces every part of your body fearing he might forget the details of your body as you are sent towards the war.

He would often view phainon with suspension, he can tell the god that personally mentors you have some sort of affection towards you. Dan heng knows better than to offend the divine so he bites his tongue seeing you laughing with the god.

When the suitors get too much to handle or dare to ever tarnish your name as well as a place beside him he would personally have them dealt with. He doesn't care if anyone calls him mad or a grieving spouse, he promised to be yours for all eternity and not even the gods will tarnish that.

Imagine after giving birth to your son, being separated towards a war that does not involve you. Unable to escape you were forced to set sail away from your beloved home, and after years of being apart you are finally able to return home.

Cause I'd rather lie Than allow them to think they've won Though I never thought that I'd resort to this Just know I'll be here

Yandere HSR men x Odysseus!reader

DAN HENG – PENELOPE

King of Ithaca who's currently waiting for his beloved retreat, never losing hope despite the many suitors that have come to him requesting his hand in marriage. The cousin of Dan Feng, who is the catalyst towards the trojan war.

Dan heng was against your departure and tried many ways to hide you but it's not any used, he was forced to see his beloved being sailed away towards a war that doesn't involve their quiet life–the night before, Dan heng spent all night embracing your body afraid that you might slip away from his hands. He traces every part of your body fearing he might forget the details of your body as you are sent towards the war.

He would often view phainon with suspension, he can tell the god that personally mentors you have some sort of affection towards you. Dan heng knows better than to offend the divine so he bites his tongue seeing you laughing with the god.

When the suitors get too much to handle or dare to ever tarnish your name as well as a place beside him he would personally have them dealt with. He doesn't care if anyone calls him mad or a grieving spouse, he promised to be yours for all eternity and not even the gods will tarnish that.

kageyama who still isn’t used to the fact that you’re his girlfriend, not just his best friend since diapers anymore. even if it’s been a few months since you started dating, and you know eachother inside out, he can’t get used to it yet.

kageyama who becomes a whole different person when you’re around, not the tough, unshakable king of the court persona, but rather the twelve year old boy who started to get nervous whenever you were around, not yet realizing he had a big fat crush on you.

kageyama who gets ten times the more nervous if you get too close, even if it’s simply your shoulders brushing, he’ll flare up like a tomato.

kageyama who nearly passes out when you hold his hand, his whole body goes rigid, his palms start sweating, and he feels like he’s going to short circuit. even if you’ve held his hand so many times before. although that was when you were still kids, back then it felt natural, you’d held his hand so many times. he doesn’t understand why it feels so different now.

kageyama who is a nervous wreck around you in general. even if you so much as breathe too nicely in his direction, his breath will hitch and he’ll stumble over every syllable that comes out of his mouth, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck like it’ll fix the lack of air coming to his brain.

kageyama who is an even bigger nervous wreck when you kiss him. it doesn’t matter where you kiss him, on his forehead after a game, commenting that his bangs have gotten a little longer. on his cheek when you’re helping him study, as a reward for getting a question right. and on his lips as a goodluck kiss before a big match. he’ll stutter everytime.

kageyama who goes impossibly red whenever you kiss him infront of someone, whether it be his sister, his team, a random passerby, he always has the urge to push you away before your lips can connect, but never actually does. he adores the feeling of your lips on his, but is embarrassed to be seen so vulnerable, so whipped for you.

kageyama who will always be the twelve year old boy who realized he loved you, more than a friend. realizing small touches ignited more in him than they should’ve, realizing how cute you looked when you smiled at him, and from that moment on, he knew he wanted to see that smile everyday, wake up to it every morning, and cherish it in his heart forever.

ʚ♡ɞฺ　　main m.list　ྀིᨯ — cw. fluff, established relationship, post timeskip duh kids ages range in 1-6 at max

iwaizumi subconsciously rubs his thumb on your son's back when he taps his chest, asking for his lion plushie that your husband had forgotten, stuck in the bag you had brought whenever it was a day you'd go out with your son.

"and i would like to thank my-" - "papa!" the smaller version of himself basically pulling at his tie while he tries to answer properly. he'd stay perfectly in control though, just to set the scene.

he just tickles the little guy until he stops fussing, at least until he finishes the question. "god, the little man is incredibly eager today, aren't you?" the athlete walks over to your on the sides, escorted by a few bodyguards as you take the hazelnut-headed baby from his arms.

oikawa happily introduces both him and his little girl before answering a few questions. whether those questions are about his gameplay or hi personal life, he answers whatever he can. what people find most adorable is how identical the grin on his daughter face was to his own.

"ah, my spouse? they're actually sitting over there- no i'm not going to point so no one crowds them." the same enthusiasm you fell in love with made you sigh while a few of his teammates stand nearby to bodyguard you in a way.

"dada! wanna say hi to mama/papa!" - "go wave, sweetie, they're right there!"

kuroo has his carbon copy sat on his lap, the little boy having hidden his face for a while in his father's vest, you questioned if it was really a good time to show the world he had a child- well, that's before you knew that crow jr. was just fast asleep.

"ah you know kids, they sleep easy, a luxury i wish i could still have." - "da... i wan' mama/papa..." tugging at the hem of his clothes, you could feel your heart warm when the microphone picked up your son's words.

"we can go to 'em later, okay?" - "huuungry..."

atsumu was getting interviewed right after a game, getting caught offguard, he didn't have time to put his girls down. the older girl being two years more than the smaller girl, one stood and one sat respectively. at least that's the stance he took after tossing them both into the air at least thrice.

"ha? oh! ohohohoh- yeah, these are my kids! just the prettiest in the whole world, aren't they?" placing a kiss on both of their heads, "clearly they take after their mother/father, yeah?"

you could only feel your face heat up hours later when you're rewatching the interview for yourself. "what're ya blushin' 'bout?? was tellin' them the truth!"

osamu gladly introduced the twins you had blessed him with, the two boys that were finally revealed at onigiri miya; helping their father out with work and serving customers with the smile osamu only offered to the love of his life, you.

"mmhhmm, yeah, my boys are amazin' at everythin', aren't they? learned from the best, and look like the best. me and their mother/father respectively."

"'samu, you were so sweet up there but you know damn well they learned how to help you because i pushed them to?" - "yeah yeah. don't take all the credit, beautiful."

sakusa keeps his distance by himself, and it only worsens when his little girl is in the vicinity of cameras, and lights when he finally gets out the locker room post-game. despite the eyerolls and such, he really isn't gonna be a man above flexing about how pretty his little girl is.

"of course she is my daughter, beautiful and much more bearable than you all." is all he really gets out before leaving the limelight to go back to where the two of you were.

"wow, really wouldn't give them a chance?" you smoothly slid a smoothie into his freehand for him and the young lady to share; said little lady already reaching out for the shaved flavored ice. "god, you really want people to know about our life or what?" - "was just joking, 'omi!"

kageyama is... well both him and his barely one year old toddler didn't like the amount of questions being asked, and yearned only for one thing left; to go back to the arms of mama/papa...

"i- yes, she is my daught- no she hasn't been enrol... i..." the little girl looks up at him and blinks anticipatedly, as if telepathically communicatin with her father, she starts to fake a loud cry that successfully gets him out of the spotlight.

"aw is my baby- oh, she's already okay? i thought she was crying?" - "oh you know things babe, i'm just a great dad." he places a kiss onto the little girl's head that makes her babble happily.

hinata, one moment was tossing her up into the air, next thing five journalists and three cameramen are already in his face, asking whose child is it... well, they had the same orange hair... who else's kid would this be?

"uh, yeah, she's my kid. she, and my beautiful partner are my inspiration during matches yes." - "dada! i want hooome!!"

he reluctantly answered only the questions that concerned the games for the next five minutes before coming back to you. "jeez, so many interviewers, huh?" - "okay, mr. popular, our daughter seems hungry."

ushijima is on stage, mic and everything as per usual, but this time the cameras weren't really focused too much on him, rather on the little girl that grasped his jacket's collar with amazement. whispering little words that the mic would pick up, people couldn't help but 'aww' at her!

"yes, the match was very beneficial for the growth of our team." - "ba... pa... papa..." would echo silently right behind the athelete's firm words, he probably couldn't see it, but you could easily spot how easily the crowd faltered at the hands of your daughter.

holding your son's hand, you walk over to your husband as he comes back, "seems like someone's talkative tonight." - "i believe so, our daughter likes the press."

bokuto was pulled onto a stage to talk about his most recent match and how his fake spike came up as an option in his mind. be surprised but i believe he'd be the kind to answer while catering to his daughter. sitting on his lap while he had a large hand around her small body.

"yes! that spike- god it just, you should know... sweetheart, don't eat that; the adrenaline an athlete experiences during a match makes your brain work overtime! and- baby, you know your mother/father is gonna kill me for this-"

long story short he's kinda got it under his control until he realizes 'yooo im a good dad while answering questions professionally'.

you’re really popular at fukurōdani academy.

everyone in the school knows your name, and probably what you look like too.

but akaashi doesn’t like it.

sure he’s happy that everyone likes you, or at least almost everyone.

but he doesn’t like that you’re always swarmed by people the second you’re not in any of your classes.

you could step one foot out of your classroom, and there’d already be ten students around you, offering to carry your bag and offering you water.

it’s not because they happen to be at your classroom fast enough, it’s because they ditch the last ten minutes of class to be at your beck and call first.

or you’re at lunch, munching on an apple with people surrounding you, watching really intently how you eat an apple, like they’ve never seen a girl eat an apple before.

he doesn’t get it.

he doesn’t get why people have to be around you all the time, even if it’s just breating the same air as you.

yes you’ve got the whole package, you’re pretty, smart, unbelievably funny, and you’re so nice. you would barely hurt a fly.

but he’s a little blind sided considering he’s your boyfriend of three years. of course you’re the prettiest girl to him, you always have been.

and he knows how lucky he is to have you, considering almost every student at school would kill to date you.

your locker is always filled with love letters, with undying confessions in them that are a little too extra.

‘keiji, catch everything that’s about to fall out of my locker.’ you tell akaashi, taking a breath before opening your locker in a swift move.

you’d been sick at home for the past two days, so the regular amount of letters you get, have tripled.

there are a lot, of envelopes. and akaashi manages to catch most of them with the trash bag he’s holding, no other bag would fit this many letters.

and along with too many letters, there’s also a handful of plushies. ones that you will be keeping, a facemask, and a small pot with medicine in it.

that’s definitely one of the most random items you’ve gotten.

‘this would’ve been useful two days ago,’ you mumble, fetching the things you actually need out of your locker.

‘there’s still a letter in there,’ akaashi says, his hand brushing past yours as he grabs the letter in the corner of your locker.

‘oh, thanks.’ he hands you the letter, and your breath hitches at the handwriting on the envelope.

it’s akaashi’s hand writing.

your name is written in cursive, perfectly centered and neat.

‘a letter?’ your gaze flicks between him and the letter, turning it around to see the stamp being your initials, along with tiny hearts.

‘open it when you’re alone, call me after.’ he smiles softly, tying the trash bag and slinging it over his shoulder, quickly going to the trash bin to throw it out.

the only letters you should read are his, not from some stupid guy who’s only trying to get in your pants.

akaashi would rather you never get any other letters than the ones he writes you, but that’s out of the question.

anyway! take care of urself! <3

cw: hope you didn't mind me including other characters, filipino! haikyuu characters x fem! reader, im down to make a totally different thing where its just manila! kuroo & reader

characters included: kuroo, tsukishima, kageyama, kenma, sakusa, suna

synopsis. 'akin nalang gf mo' 'putangina mo ano sinabi mo saken'

translation:

Caleb: Sylus, bro, happy birthday! Drinks on you!!! We'll go to your place later. Thanks.

Sylus: Sure, my mom cooked lumpia, even if you gang up, you useless pos

BELOVED. ( yandere! eruhaben )

summary : eruhaben loves that side of you more than he thought.

thinking about yandere eruhaben with a shy wife.

as we all know, dragons are proud. they were the strongest creature that stands on the top of the food chain.

that's why when he met you, he was baffled. yes, you are a dragon. a really strong one- and your attribute was one of the strongest that he had seen.

but unlike other dragons, you were different. for the first time on his life, eruhaben didn't expected to see a dragon looking like this- docile, gentle and.... soft.

dragons are solitary in nature. but you were different. rather than being solitary, you were more like a shy kid.

and that was the time he realized that he needs to keep an eye on you.

who knows if there was a person, or a dragon, or a stupid guy with a stupid mask (he won't list an elf since they practically worship the ground you walk in) take advantage of you?

despite of detesting socializing to other creatures, be it humans or others. as much as possible, you didn't want to hurt anyone.

and that's the reason why he decided to take you as his wife. and the way he proposed to you was kind of funny because he was like "if you don't like socializing that much, i'll do all of that for you."

as a husband, eruhaben was caring on his own ways. he provides everything you needed and let you hide behind him whenever the two of you visited the world tree fearing that the elves might approach you and started singing praises about you again.

fast forward, the two of you already met cale and the gang. and they were taken aback when they saw you for the first time. you were very different from your husband- like reaaallly different.

meanwhile, you on the other hand. stiffened up by the time you saw your husband coming back with a lot of people- wait, is that another dragon?

you looked around, finding a hiding place but you found none. so before they could even ask about you, you already ran and hid behind eruhaben.

....

cale as well as his friends stopped. even raon who was rambling about eruhaben. because this is the first time they had seen a dragon running away from them.

and eruhaben just raised an eyebrow at them. a sign that they shouldn't ask any further.

but anyway! thanks to cale and his friends, you slowly started overcoming your fear of other people. you even managed to talked to a human in a human market earlier!

you happily teleported to your lair to tell your husband about the story. you expected eruhaben to be proud and even get a head pat. but you were confused when you noticed something.

he was angry. but why?

eruhaben knew that he should be proud of your achievements. he really does.

but the thought of you not needing him anymore angers him more than anyone else.

and smelling different scents coming from you make his stomach churn.

yes, dragons are known to be proud and solitary in nature.

but aside from that, dragons are also known to be really possessive of the things (be it a person, an animal, gold, or jewelries) that they deemed to be theirs.

CW: cannibalism, crazy yandere cannibal femboy is head over heels for you⁉️

"C'mon~ Eat it already..."

A cold metallic spoon presses against your lips, thick broth threatening to spill from the tiny spoon. The smell is absolutely divine, tempting you with every whiff.

And yet, you know better than to taste even a single drop.

"Must you really be this stubborn? 's not cute of you y'know..."

He lets out a dramatic sigh, pink locks falling in front of his navy blue eye. Beautiful. Well, you suppose That's just part of his femboy appearance. That's what Cain calls himself anyways, a cute femboy.

And while you can't deny that he is cute, you're not too sure about whether his actions would be called cute. Kidnapping you, murdering people in your little town, and now trying to get you to eat this dubious soup.

Your throat bobs, eyes flickering from the pink haired femboy to the spoon he still held up to your lips. How is he this persistent?

"C'mon, it's not THAT bad. You're going to hurt my feelings with your refusal."

A pout tugs on his full lips, the small tremble of his lower lip pulling on your heartstrings. No, don't fall for it! This is just a method to make you give in! You've seen him do this with his other victims before he killed them!

You shake your head, causing a disappointed sigh to escape Cain's lips. He finally places the spoon down, a soft 'clink' sounding loudly in his rather, uh, barren apartment.

"I carved out my left eye to make this, y'know?"

A shudder runs down your spine at his words, glancing at where his left eye used to be. Now sits an eye patch that covers his mesmerizing eyes. Unfortunate, really.

His eyes were what lured people into him to begin with. A famous streamer with the prettiest eyes ever, like a deep blue lake that threatened to pull you in and drown you if you weren't careful. Unfortunately, you had long drowned ages ago. Who could resist such a temptation?

But that's not the point. The point is that he was trying to feed you eyeball soup just seconds prior.

"Uh, sorry but I'm not really big on eyeballs... Or human flesh in particular...."

"Aw..."

Of course you knew he was trying to get you to cannibalize a part of him. A little bit hard not to notice when his eyeball was literally floating in the thick broth. Although you did want to drink the broth, it smelt delicious.

But after looking at the eyeball you had to pass on it entirely.

"Why? You don't like the smell? Is the food not to your liking?"

Cain mumbles under his breath something about knowing your preferences by heart. Something something... followed you around to learn about your preferences... Yeah, you decided to ignore it for the sake of your mental health.

"Um... Not really... I'm just confused as to why you want me to eat your eyeball?"

A brief pause.

"Well that's cause I love ya, obviously~!"

And then he breaks out into tiny giggles, a blush covering his pale cheeks. You can't deny it, he really looks gorgeous. No wonder his previous victims never noticed anything weird with him. Hell, you did too!

You only noticed when it was too late, and by then he had you tied up to his chair gagged and sat in front of him. The gag came off after you awoke, Cain had them removed so he could 'hear your lovely voice' or so he dubbed it.

Unfortunately he would only be met with a string of insults that he called cute. Sigh, does he enjoy tormenting all of his victims like this?

"Well you're just the cutest, aren't ya?"

Cain hums, his voice way too high-pitched for your liking. He stares at you, eyes or eye all encompassing like he's trying to dig deep into your soul.

"This is the ultimate form of love, of devotion!"

You feel a shudder run down you as the pink haired man sings about 'devotion' and 'love'. What would he know about that? When he heartlessly kills people only to eat them afterwards?

"When I consume those other people, it's like, they're confessing their love to me! It's so so so cute! I get so freaking emotional, ya know?"

Resisting the urge to curse at him again, you bite down on your lower lip and lower your gaze. You know it won't help you escape. God no, he's tied up these restraints far too tight and you're pretty sure you wouldn't make it two steps away from the table.

You've seen him in action after all. When he killed your neighbour and moaned about her soft flesh... Ugh, you can't get that scene out of your head. It's like a piece of gum that won't come off. The way her eyes stared into yours, all dead and... No, stop thinking about it.

And that was also your last waking memory before you appeared here — right in the heart of his apartment.

"When I eat the flesh of someone, it feels like a part of them continues living on in me... Isn't that the most romantic thing ever?"

"I guess bro."

"I've just got a helplessly romantic heart, what can I say?"

"Oh my, what is this I sense? Is my little lamb being sarcastic with me right now?"

Cain purrs at you, a slight rumble in his airy voice. Ugh, if it were up to you he would not be smiling at all! In fact, he wouldn't even be alive!

"Is that what you tell your other victims? That you're a hopeless romantic?"

"Nah~"

He winks at you, that blue eye of his disappearing for a quarter of a second before resuming its gaze on you. It's suffocating. Everything about him is cute, and yet his eyes just manage to make you feel so uncomfortable.

Like they can see something you don't.

Like they know something you don't.

And you don't like that at all.

"Sure, I bet everyone else has got a taste of you anyway. Maybe your blood or something..."

His singular eyeball widens at your sudden snap, his features fixed before a smug smile makes its way into his lips.

"Is my little lamb jealous? Hehe so cute!"

You shoot a glare at him, lips curling down into a nasty snarl. Ugh, he's going to kill you after playing with you like a toy! It's just so infuriating! You're a person, not some... Some animal incapable of conscious thought!

"But for your information, no. You're the first to eat a part of me."

He admits, a heavy blush creeping up his neck and settling deep in his skin. For some reason, that information only serves to fuel your displeasure.

"It's so... So romantic!"

He announced, an almost euphoric moan leaving his pretty mouth. You could've sworn he cummed right there and then too but you're not going to check. You're pretty sure he's going to eat you next anyway.

"Yeah what a cute romantic date before you kill me."

You deadpan, albeit sounding a little bit upset. You can't believe you fell for him! Sure he might have shown you that he was just a cute femboy before but you should've seen the signs and shit... Like-

"Kill you? Oh my lamb! How could you think I would do that?"

He gasps loudly, his slender hands jumping to his lips. Cain's fluffy pink hair bounces with each movement, contributing to his ever animated appearance. How could such a cannibalistic creature bear such an innocent appearance?

"I would never kill you. Remember that."

Cain swears, raising his hand in the air like a boy scout swearing an oath. You could only stare at him, unable to move as the restraints kept your hands pinned to the table.

"I'm a selfish man."

He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he places his hand over yours. His soft skin brushes against yours, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your palm. You would've believed him to be a soft and gentle man, if not for the fact that he was the reason why this town's population was slowly dwindling.

"I want you alive for as long as possible. My heart yearns for a companion, and it's decided you will fill that role."

There was no doubt in his voice, only a strong conviction that you were the one for him. A smile breaks on his lips, an almost giddy air washing over him.

"Now stop resisting and eat it already," he brings the spoon back up to your lips, this time with a hunger in his eyes that's clearly undeniable. "My cute little lamb."