#yandercore

I want your affection, I need your attention

I think I might wither away without it

i already know the exact count of the hairs on your head

i know exactly how many eyelashes you have

i know the exact moments you stopped liking something and why

i know how many times you breathe every minute when you sleep

Male Yandere X GN Reader

Warnings: Infantalization, spanking, implied kidnapping, captivity, maybe the beginning of Stockholm syndrome. 

It had been about a week since he had taken you. In that time you had done your best to try to escape but it seemed that he had been prepared for everything. The window in your room could only be cracked open, and the glass wouldn’t break no matter what you threw at it. Your door had been replaced with something very sturdy, you couldn’t break it either. It was locked from the outside, so without him you’d never be able to leave the room. He even had you chained by a collar around your neck that could only reach as far as the bathroom in your room.

Each time you tried to escape, the punishment got worse. The first time he excused it all together, blaming it on your confusion and the shock of starting a new life so abruptly. The second time he gave you a spanking and no dinner. The third time he denied you food for a whole day. The more minor infractions resulted in you being forced into frilly outfits, or lingerie. Normally, you tended to stick with the least infantalizing clothing you could find which usually consisted of his clothing you would have to convince him to give you.

This is the 4th time now. When he came in you were waiting by the door with a book. If you could knock him out and get the keys you could make a run for it.

Unfortunately he saw through your plan immediately. Now you sat on his lap in the living room in front of the tv with the local news station on.

“I don’t want to do this to you, baby.” he sighs, pulling you back into his lap when you tried to wiggle off again. “I just need you to understand that there’s no life for you out there anymore.”

The announcement of the evening news report pulled both of your attentions to the screen.

The top story was about a college student having mysteriously gone missing over the fall break. Your pictures flashed on the screen, making you freeze.

“Unfortunately the student by the name (Y/N), is now presumed to be dead by authorities. Authorities found their crashed car, burned horribly on the side of the highway.”

You were dead, they thought you were dead. In the eyes of the world you no longer existed. Shock flooded your system at the realization that no one would be looking for you, no one would find you. You’re stuck. Stuck in a house with a guy you barely knew.

An interview with your loved ones pops up on screen, and you loose it.

You scream, clawing at the arms around your waist, trying to pull yourself from his grip.

“LET ME GO.” You yell at him.

He winces, but doesn’t let you move.

“You sick, crazy, psycho, do you get off on this? Is that what it is?”

You begin to insult him, to provoke him. To what end, you weren’t sure but at least it made you feel better.

“Why kidnap me and fake my death all to keep me locked up here. Why tell me you love me so much but torture me to keep me here. Why…” you falter for a second, stopping your struggling and getting quieter. “Why lie to my friends, my family, everyone, and tell them in dead.”

Tears begin to burn in your eyes, “I just, why, I can’t understand why.”

You break into sobs, slumping against him. The hole in your chest having finally burned deep enough to hurt. He lowers the volume on the tv, and repositions you on his lap so that you’re laying against his chest.

“It’s okay”, he says after your crying slowed. Saying much more would only upset you further.

“It hurts so much” you hiccup out, curling further into his chest.

“I know,” he begins to rub your back, hoping to console you. “It’s for the best. You’ll see.”

This sends you into a fresh wave of sobs, unable to even respond back.

After a long time, your tears subsided. You now lay against his chest, occasionally sniffling. He scoots you closer to him and wraps your legs around his waist, telling you to hold on.

You loosely wrap your arms around his neck, as he begins to walk towards the stairs. Looking around, you observe the space for what it was. A decent size house, it looked very new, and almost a little sterile compared to the room you had been kept in.

“Do you like it?” His voice startles you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t know” you croak out.

He laughs, the sound nice as you’re pressed to his chest.

“I appreciate your honesty. Perhaps later you can help me decorate it, hm?”

You shrug, and go back to burying your head into his chest.

He reaches the room, tucking you into the bed and re-attaching the chain to your collar. You pout at that and he chuckles, telling you that until he is certain you won’t try to escape again, he can’t take it off.