Cheater X Reader

cheater x reader

“Imagine finding out the one you love most… has been with another.”

TW: look at tags. MDNI

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part 2

She was one of your friends, not extremely close but a seemingly sweet person to have in your circle. She was bright, honest, and beautiful. She had simply mentioned it one day during your friend group’s monthly meet-up. You can’t exactly remember what brought it up, but she laughed and talked about her time with him. At the time, you cocked your head to the side and said, “I didn’t realize the two of you were together before us.”

Her face dropped. “No, it was when the two of you had separated.” She tentatively reached for you, face twisting.

“Separated?” You questioned, quietly.

 “He told me that you knew, that it was okay because…” Tears sprung to her eyes. “I swear I would never!” You believed her. That made it all the worse. You smiled gently at her, thinking it was you who should be crying. Your friends had fallen silent, unsure what to do with the sudden change of atmosphere. Her hands slipped from your shoulders as you stood.

You told her it was okay, that it wasn’t her fault. You smiled and waved to your friends as you tensely left, ignoring the frantic whispering left in your wake. 

It’s barely been a weak since then. Her texts have gone unread, and your boyfriend is none the wiser. You have been lightheaded most days, on the verge of tears all others. Only when he was gone, though. You just needed a few days to figure out how to address this, if at all. You kissed him each morning as he left for work, and immediately ran to the toilet to dry heave. You realized you couldn’t stand touching him knowing he had touched another. Would this feeling go away? 

Tonight, the two of you were watching a movie together like you usually did each week. He had thrown a blanket over the two of you, snacks settled in between. But then he settled his hand on your thigh. Usually, you could sigh happily and move to cuddle into him. Tonight, you could barely hold back your shiver of disgust, and your face suddenly squished in revulsion. His face was locked onto the movie. He hadn’t noticed; good. You just had to keep it together for a few hours and then you could go to bed and relax. Just… be normal. 

It was about halfway through when he paused the movie and pulled the blanket off of you. You realized a second too late that your hands were curled up painfully on your lap; that your body was ramrod straight and visually stiff. You weren't able to relax in time. 

“What’s going on? You’ve been like this the whole movie.” So he had noticed. You gave him a sweet smile (or as sweet as you could attempt) and slouched into the couch, casually reaching for a snack. 

“I’m just really focused on the movie, baby,” you said and the word felt like bees coming out of your mouth. Maybe it was a weak lie or maybe he was more observant than you thought. 

“If you were focused you wouldn’t be jumping away from me every time I touch you. Something’s wrong.” His eyebrows were scrunched in concern, voice soft and soothing. Old you would have instantly caved, fallen into his arms, and cried about your problems while he wiped your tears away. Current you grimaced, feeling trapped and suddenly fidgety. 

“Just period cramps, seriously.” This all felt ridiculous. You were overreacting, obviously, but you couldn’t control the way you felt. The first tinges of nausea tickled your stomach. Just drop it. Just leave it alone. Relief flooded his face. 

“You should have said something! C’mon, you know I love taking care of you.” And he was reaching for you, too quick for you to stop him. Your breath stuttered, shoulders going taunt, stomach aching. One hand was gently caressing your face, thumb petting your cheekbone. He had nice hands. Long, thick fingers and a defined palm. Always clean and well-manicured. Strong and gentle. Hands that hold and protect. Hands that held you, soothed you, protected you.

Hands that were defiled from touching another. 

The thought startled you into standing, snacks scattering to the floor. You felt sick and panicky. Your stomach heaved. 

He followed you as you dashed into the bathroom; was quick to gather your hair from your face as you heaved into the toilet. You started crying, tears plopping into the toilet. He shushed you, using his other hand to rub circles into your back. So sweet. So attentive. Had he been attentive to her, listening to her moans and finding which parts of her were extra sensitive? 

You wiped your mouth with your arm harshly, your scalp burning from where he touched you. It surprised both of you when you jerked away with a loud cry of “Stop fucking touching me!”, hands scrambling to find a purchase on the wall behind you. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the room started spinning, lungs working overtime. Your legs turned into jello, unable to hold you any longer. You plopped uncomfortably to the ground, trying to keep your sobs to a minimum. 

He was left, hand outstretched, a few strands of hair woven between his fingers. Had he gripped her hair similarly, stretching her head back so he could lavish kisses on her neck while he worked her steadily from behind?  

“The fuck…” was all he whispered. He looked at you like you were insane. Maybe you were. And then he blinked, and his posture changed from one of defense and surprise to one of sadness and empathy. He folded his legs beneath him, making himself smaller in front of you. A few minutes passed as he waited patiently for your lungs to settle into a more normal pace. He hummed and whispered soft assurances, and yet your bawling wouldn’t cease. All the patience in the world couldn’t change things, you decided. 

“You’re breaking my heart, Beaver. Just tell me what’s going on. I won’t touch you, but you gotta say something. It’ll be okay, I promise.” 

The fucking nickname. The one he had given to you on one of your first dates. Something that had stuck with you years after. A romantic walk outside and you got so cold your teeth started chattering. He laughed and tugged you close, sharing his body heat with you. “You remind me of a beaver, you know?” He would teasingly rub at your front teeth with his cock, purring that you’d better not bite down. 

Had he thought of you with his cock wrapped around her lips? Comparing your mouth to hers?

Another sob tore out of you, followed by a weak laugh. “I thought I was good enough for you, thought I could be enough,” you blubbered, rubbing at your aching throat. “But I know now I’ll never be the one. Fuck, all those wasted years. Years I thought you loved me and…” Another sob wanted to come out, but you squeezed your throat, refusing. You weren’t sure what you were saying; what was true and what you felt. You just knew you were hurt, and at this moment, believed nothing could fix it. 

His eyes watered, hands clenching. All he wanted to do was wrap you up and bring you to bed. Whisper assurances into your ear to help you fall asleep. Wipe your blotchy face with a warm washcloth. Love you. 

“How could you love me but touch another? How?” The last part was whispered. The bathroom went silent aside from the drip of the leaky faucet that had been bothering you for months. You felt exhausted, unexpectedly, but dragged your eyes up anyway, wondering why he hadn’t said anything. 

Tears dripped readily from his eyes, staring wide and disbelieving at you. His mouth was covered by one of his hands in an expression of shock. 

“When did you find out?” He whimpered. He sounded like the one who had been hurt and wronged, and it irritated you. You told him it was a week ago, during your monthly friend meet-up. He responded to that by scrunching his eyes together, mouth clearly pulled into a grimace behind his shaking hand. 

“You were never supposed to know, Beaver. Never…” 

The tile beneath you was cold as you spoke, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” He flinched and was unable to stop the sob that left him. 

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt, please. I never wanted to do that to you. You’re the love of my life, I promise. I love you, baby, I do! Just… don't leave me!” He sniveled. Your jaw jumped as you watched him. It was hard not to cry with him. Hard not to crawl to the toilet and let out another round of dry heaves.

“So why..?” You pulled your legs underneath you, craving stability. 

“I never felt for her like I do with you. She was only a replacement: could never compare to you. Do you… do you remember that month you were gone for your sister’s wedding in Europe? I couldn’t come because I had work and I missed you so fucking much. We tried over the phone but I got desperate, Beaver! And she was simply convenient, just a body for me to use. I swear!” He was breathless as he spoke, chest heaving but eyes steady on you. 

Vomit crawled up your throat, and this time you couldn’t stop it. You rolled forward, what little that was in your stomach dripping onto the floor alongside the burning acid in your throat. 

He had to lean forward as you spoke your next words, so quiet he thought he had imagined them.

“I could never touch you again.” 

You said it louder, still shaky but firm. 

“I’ll never touch you again.”

Sometime later, after shared heavy breaths and multiple attempts to pull yourself together, you finally sat up. Your body obviously couldn’t take any more, you had to leave. Just had to… get away.

“I’m going to back some bags… I’ll come by in the next few days to grab the rest of my stuff and hash out financials. And then, you won’t ever see me again.” 

You stood, looking down at him. His head was slouched, shoulders rolled into himself. Hair shrouding his expression. A moment passed. He said nothing. 

So you took a step away, the first step away from this man who had just thoroughly broken your heart, and perhaps a step into healing. And another. And every step after that was the same. 

Two weeks later, you politely knocked on the front door of your shared apartment. You had a key, of course, but felt it was only right to knock. No response. You counted to 60, knocked, and again there was no response. Visibly relaxing, you unlocked the door and let yourself in. You knew he was usually at work at this time of day but still thanked whatever god there was that you didn’t have to face him. 

The apartment was… cold. Not only in temperature, but its atmosphere was completely off. He had obviously removed any item that was yours, so it felt much more barren… but that wasn’t it. Goosebumps rose on your arms, intuition screaming at you. Something was wrong. 

And you realized that not only your stuff was gone, but his was too. All personal items, anything that makes a home a home - was gone. The only things left were the biggest items, like the couch and kitchen table. A million thoughts and questions ran though your head at the sight, but you powered on. To the bedroom then…

The door was closed, and you hesitated opening it. Maybe you should have brought your sister with you, (like she had wanted but you refused), if only to feel better. She would roll her eyes at your hesitance and tell you to get your ass moving and finally remove yourself from that asshole’s life. Grumbling at the thought, you opened the door - and stopped immediately. 

There he was. Sitting casually at the end of the bed, smiling at you. The room was empty like the rest of the apartment. 

“You’re not at work!” You gaped. 

“I quit.” 

He stood up, and you felt all your feelings of uneasiness rush back to you. He had always been big and tall, someone who brought you feelings of safety. Right now, he looked like a predator - smile too big and eyes too lifeless. You stepped back and tried to smile. It was wobbly and weak.

“Ah, okay. I’ll come back a different time, then.” 

He tilted his head, looking at you inquisitively. “You think so?” He asked. Another step towards you. You glanced down the hallway towards the front door. 

“I’ve got all our things packed up, Beaver. We won’t ever come back here.” You stilled, not moving as he stood right in front of you. 

You felt surprisingly calm as you spoke, “You’re making me nervous, Emery. Whatever you’re thinking, I need you to slow down and think again.” He had never been aggressive or pushy during your relationship, but you knew at that moment that something was truly wrong.

“All I’ve been doing is thinking. I’ve been thinking that I need you -I love you. I want to marry you someday. Have kids and a big house with you. Thinking that I can’t let you just throw this away. Won’t let you. Thinking all I want to do is kiss you and hold you and keep you safe. And thinking-” His talking was getting faster and more agitated, and his eyes got dark as he looked at you. This was derailing, fast.

“Em! Calm down. This isn’t you, “ you spoke softly and calmly, ignoring your racing heart. He immediately went silent as you spoke, dangerously attentive. You even went so far as to place a hand on his chest, feeling that his heart was just as fast as yours. 

“I… I want to discuss things with you and figure this all out too. But not like this, okay? Let’s... Let's go get a coffee somewhere. We’re kind of a mess right now, right? That’s okay, but it can’t be solved by whatever you’re thinking. I love you.” A lie. All lies. You stopped loving him the moment he confessed to you in that bathroom. You cared, sure, but any romantic love and intimacy felt like a thing of the past to you now. But you were also saying whatever you could to get out of this apartment and to somewhere public, where he couldn’t… hurt you. 

He blinked down at you, eyes momentarily clear. 

“You want to talk things out…?” He questions himself. You open your mouth to respond, but something changes in his expression. Eyes go dark again as he looks down at your hand still on his chest. Your hand is shaking.

“You’ve always been a bad liar.” 

Pain blossoms around your neck, and you are lifted off your feet and slammed into the wall behind you. His hands are sweaty and nearly slipping as he chokes the life out of you. Tears blossom in your eyes as you know any goodness that was in his heart isn’t strong enough to overcome this. He’s panting as he squeezes, eyes flicking between watching your pained expression and his large hands around your comparatively small throat. 

“How… how could i…” you cough, spittle flying. “How could I have ever loved you...” The last thing you see before you faint is his expression shifting from one of almost euphoria into one of agony. 

⁺˚⋆｡°⚝ You choose... me? ⚝°｡⋆˚⁺

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tw: yandere behavior, willing reader, writing in you/yours, this got some internet/yandere references hope y’all catch them (links will be below the story, please do tell us if we missed any) If you don’t know them, take them as recommendations ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ (weird to say that when there’s a blood soup reference on here, is like the canon event of everyone who likes yanderes), anxiety attack?, yapper yandere

Huh, honestly the one that struck you the most sure had to be Grier, you still can catch every so often from the corner of your eye how different security cameras move all of the sudden, probably hoping to find one not taped unsuccessfully, talk about stalkerish, cute.

“I will choose… Grier”

The seller gives you a soft sigh, almost of defeat but also relief, tapping his foot as he glances over at the one security camera that was moving now on the far right corner of the shop, moving frantically from side to side as if searching for something. He abruptly lifts up from his seat and groans. 

“Alright, I'll go get the ladder…” 

The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.

"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"

You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,  like the person behind it moved away from it.

"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"

The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.

“I’m here! I'm here!!” 

He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"

"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"

Well, you can’t really be surprised by his actions since you were warned, though you were by his speed, how did he manage to hurry here driving, buy you flowers and check your medical history in the process? I guess you’d never know, maybe he's a student of Penelope García.

“Well, Grie-”

As the seller attempts to congratulate you both, hand hovering over your shoulder to pat it as a friendly mannerism, Grier is quick to slap it away with a glare that makes you remember a surly cat.

“Is everything ready? I would much rather finish paperwork as quickly as possible” 

Wow, that’s a really sudden change of tone, the distant and somewhat professional posture he took in a matter of seconds makes you think if the Grier that was tripping over his feet, babbling nervously while giving you flowers was just a trick of your imagination, but the theory quickly dies as he places his stare on you again, his expression completely changing, getting all flustered and blushy again… cute. 

“Well, shall we get going? I hope you like my house but of course you can redecorate it- we can redecorate it oh maybe we should go first to your house to get an example? I can mimic your space so you feel comfier although if that makes you uncomfortable of course we don't need to I just would love to know more about you so that I don't messed up, well, not only things I mean get to everything about you, but please don't feel pressur-” 

“Grier, we got the memo, continue yapping out of the store. And for you Dear, I hope you find your happy ending with that parrot you bought, no refunds or returns are allowed."

The seller, who looks like he's about to get a migraine if he keeps hearing Grier, quickly kicks him out and says his farewells to you. As you exit the store behind Grier, he is quick to show you the way to his car.

"Thanks.. uh, do you mind if we go to my place real quick?"

Well, it's pretty obvious he will take you to his house and you can't really back up now so, you only need to gather some thi- oh, he's already panicking.

"Your place? Going to mine doesn't sound appealing? I-I can change it! What's the thing you would totally love that my house had? It's not like I don't want to see your house I honestly would love to but you do plan to come to mine after, right? Maybe you'd rather be in your place? But then we'd be so far away… or course I don't want to bother you I swear I can do and buy whatever will suit you best to be comfortabl-" 

"We're gonna go grab some of my clothes! I need my things, then we can go to your house"

The seller wasn't lying when he said Grier is a rambler type of person, but you can't really be annoyed by it, his voice is honestly so damn good, and the way it sounded when he went all serious mode talking to the seller was just… wait, no, no time for simping right now, you gotta think what do you need to gather from your house.

"Oh yes of course of course sorry I got worried for a momento although it would've nice to go shopping together if you forgot something of course we can also shop online if you don't really like crowded places oh, I… god"

As he was talking, you honestly were more focused on how pretty his watery eyes are, just hearing bla bla bla, you can't help but start caressing his hair, it seems like it took him by surprise but certainly not in a bad way, leaning into your touch as you run your fingers through his messy, wavy but soft hair, you must admit that you thought it was tangled at first but that isn't the case.

 Ah, right, your things.

"Well, shall we get going?"

You watch him nod, seeming incredibly out of words, as he red faced opens the door for you before going to his seat and searching for something in his phone before he starts driving. Uh, then you have full control over the music? He seems like in his own world and you hardly doubt he minds you changing the music when he still can't even cool down his blush… you must tease him from time to time for funsies, noted. 

Part of you wanted to put that one song from ayesha erotica but maybe it was a little weird, so you switch to the safe choice: do nothing. You switch to your phone to make a little note for yourself about important things you need.

Oh, right

You forgot to tell him your address because you were too focused on other things, well… just as you remembered he was already parking in front of your apartment anyways- 

Grier makes his way out of the car once the engine is off, walking around the car to open the door for you, helping you out with his hand, then walking alongside you as you make your way up to your floor and through the door of your apartment. 

"Here, make yourself at home, I’ll be picking  my clothes”

Although it doesn’t seem very smart to let someone like him snoop around, though you can’t help but also be curious about what he will do and, well, it’s not like he can do much since it's just your house… right?

Anyways, you left him for a moment to go pack clothes, catching him nervously walking around from time to time, but he seems really the quiet type, surely more on the soft yandere side, his droopy innocent eyes made him look the part.  damn wrong Dear, you seems like a yandere amateur, try again.

"Ugh, I still have so much to pack"

You murmured, already getting tired of the repetitive grap-and-pack motion, impatient to get to talk to your little yapper and get to know him better. Speaking of the devil, you feel his presence behind you, his shadow betraying his location as it engulfs you, then feeling a soft tap on your shoulder, so soft in fact it seemed as if your shoulder was made of needles.  

"You don't have to worry about your computer and stuff. I already have them backed up, t-to save you time! Since you seemed stressed and said I could snoop around I thought about helping a bit and backing up your devices… same with all your accounts- just to help of course"

Well, now you know what he was up to while you were busy.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

"...did you check my browser history?"

You blurt out the question as you run through the chance of any incriminating, possibly cringy, piece of information in your phone that might require some explanation… God forbid if he found your tumblr-

"...No"

He did.

"I have a tiny question though, if you don't mind of course- the last thing I want to do is bother you in any way"

He totally did.

"....depends, what do you want to ask, Dear?"

Okay, you got this, you got a yandere for something. Whatever he asks you, if it turns out awkward, there's little that can't be solved by some pampering when it's related to yanderes,  how he giggled when you called him Dear confirming this notion. You got this.

"I just was, you know, curious about what games you played, I wasn't prying! But, you know, it's good to know your interest to get to know you better and maybe play together while cuddling on the couch and have some hot cocoa with little marshmallows as we wrap ourselves in a big blanket…. Anyways, the point it's… what's exactly your type?"

Okay, you don't got this. 

"Huh, how is one thing related to another?"

It's better to buy a little time while you think of a correct answer for that. Would it be too cheesy to say something like 'you'? Maybe you really should have bought that manual for 'how to take care of your yandere' when they offered it to you on the website. 

"Well, wandering around a bit I found you seem to like playing something called 'dating sim'? According to what I saw it's like flirting and romance virtual characters although the stories really differ from one to another which makes it really confusing to figure out what's your taste to be honest"

Alright, you have to reply quickly to give him some peace, maybe he found one that really didn't resemble him and got nervous? It doesn't sound wise to let a yandere get insecure.

"My type is…"

You gently place your hand on his chin to make him look directly into your eyes.

“Let 's see… My type has gorgeous, green, droopy eyes, a bedhead that, I must say, is pretty damn soft, the kinda guy that rambles a lot and seems to have this nervous habit of straightening his clothes and, especially, my type is a certain guy that can't take his eyes off of me” 

You watch as a red tint paints his cheeks, a shivering smile appears on his face as he takes a step closer to you nuzzling himself onto your hand like a cat asking for attention.

"Really? Can you promise that? Will you willingly say that into a microphone? Just for the record, do you really really see me as your ideal?"

"Of course, of course, who wouldn't find an adorable hacker this endearing?'

"Then... you got a thing for hackers? So, your favorite was that seven zero seven?"

Did you really hear that right?

…

You can’t help but feel your past haunting your back. 

"It's a really good character, although, I find kinda sad that seven has this hint at him being aware of every reset"

Does this count as dodging the question? Maybe.

"Following that logic, I'm aware of every breath you take so does that means I can get more of your attention? Or maybe I'm being too greedy though you seem to have spent a lot of your time romancing them, obviously I'm not judging you but that means that it would be okay also for me to check on you at every hour, even if it's 2 am? Just to make sure you don't need anything, of course! That you're well cared for… or do I require something else to be worthy of that? Please tell me, is it my personality? I don't really think so since, well, I see you gush over intense personalities such as that… Damon? Deimon? The game isn't even finished but you seem to like everything about him although he doesn't really show you about himself. That means that what makes up your favorability is... The attention over you?"

Oh god, he found itchi.io, better start praying he didn't see anything weird.

"Well, they are just… games I played because I was bored, you shouldn't look too much into those”

"But you play more than one or two which means that you really enjoyed playing them and searching for more of that kind but I can't help but be confused and intrigued about what is that something, you even liked one where the characters shared the same body as a human and… a fae? I didn't really understand but they seem really different, which makes it very hard to find a pattern, but that isn't the only one you played like that, you also have one that switches between a shy boy and a flirty one, do you like the contrast? What exactly is that thing that makes you fawn over them? Maybe it would be good if I got two different aesthetics? I can't hide my name like that ‘redacted’ guy that looks mysterious…but I can change looks out of the blue and leave little clues of something? But, about what? I really don't have that much to tell and my stalking it's pretty much obvious, I also don't have superpowers to act like the hero one."

"Honey, it's okay, you don't need to do such a thing, as I said, I like you, those are just games I play in my free time to not get bored"

"Maybe it will be better if I go directly to straightforward characters? That 'Friend' was really honest most of the time, that… fan? Monster? Also was honest, why is there so much variety? But there also was people that were better at hiding it like that mushroom boy or that sol… it's difficult to stabilize a pattern if they keep variating so much, maybe I should put my focus on the ones you know the longer, I had to buy a seifuku and chase you with a chainsaw? No, there's the possibility I could injure you and I absolutely can't risk that, maybe I can buy a mannequin and put a synthetic deer head and say it my brother"

Okay, just how many did he see? Why does he need a pattern in the first place? You literally choose him, but well, he seems to want it to get more of your attention… Why don't give him so? Probably will help him to calm down, you aren't planning to do a crossover of Perfect Love with this guy.

"Dear, look directly at me for a second, did you hear what I was telling you? Listen to me, those are games, you are the one here with me, don't you think that you are already winning by far with that thing alone?"

You pinch his cheeks to get him to stop rambling about favorites, finally, and his eyes seem focused on you once again.

"Well, that's right, I'm the one feeling your touch, even if is a romance game, I'm the one closer to you although I'm not a big fan of you giggling and choosing flirty things but that hobby also means staying more at home where I can stick around more, if I think it carefully, it's something safe overall”

As you let go of his cheeks, he is quick to hold your hand in order to forbid you to move it away, leaning his cheek into your palm again as he talks.

"Yeh, there's a lot of people with the same taste in stories that me, so you can say they are pretty popular, don't look into it so much, there's no need to bother your mind with such a thing, these are just things I enjoy reading"

"It's true that they are just stories, you enjoy reading about lovesick so much? That's why you use tumblr? It makes sense since the blogs you follows also have the same theme and there's even one you seems to check frequent that's seems to have everything about yanderes… that's like you don't enjoy them in particular but the yandere part, don't you? That… sounds wonderful like it was probably obvious since you bought me but if you keep so much of your time looking for more of them that means you will just love my little antics too? please please say yes please please please"

Fuck, he did enter to your tumblr and even checks your followings, thanks god he end up with a good train of thought at the end.

"Yes, you're the one here, you shouldn't worry about the little hobbies I have, I just enjoy the reading, It's called dark romance and every character is different because one thing or another, you gonna get a headache if you think about it too much"

And please don't search more. Sadly, you can say that, he will definitely search more if you said it like that.

"Well, that makes sense, after all, you won't go into the yandere shop if you don't know anything about the subject, and there's a lot of options and… I win, because you chose me to let me be with you”

Well, your danger Kitty seems a lot more calm by now, you should note that if he starts rambling non-stop, focusing your stare at him totally works.

Well, you better start going before he start snooping on tumblr or worse: find c.ai

"Love, you know something? I'm getting sleepy, why don't we finish packing another day? I'm curious to see how it's your place"

"O-oh yes yes of course! I hope you find my house of your likeness but of course you can change whatever you don't like or if the neighborhood is not of your likeness we can also change that just differents methods I'd it the locations or the neighbors perse but I can totally take care of it you said you were sleepy, don't you? I have a spare room but if you are comfortable with it my bed is pretty comfy of course the spare room also has a comfy bed but…"

He keep yapping, you can't really help but giggled as he goes on with excuses on why you two should totally nap together for a better sleep as you two make your way out with some of your things to put them in his car, and as you get comfortable on your seat and he drives…. The unthinkable happens.

"Yes, we can eat that after napping together dear"

"Awesome! I love to spend more time with you as much as possible, we can watch something as he eat, oh right, we can totally watch that anime you saw"

Just like your breath, the cars stop for a moment at the red light.

"...which anime?"

He smiles to you, like excited to show off he knows a cool fact and pull his phone to research something quickly, and show you a photo of that one anime.

"You did really liked tha-"

"We don't talk about that one"

You feel your past decisions haunting your back once again.

That one anime for me totally will be Diabolik Lovers ngl- don’t proud of myself on that (if curious, my fav Sakamaki was Kanato and fav Mukami was Azusa), although I saw weirder, I hope Grier doesn’t bring those up, I rather them buried  ~ coffee

My questionable past anime has to be Brother’s conflict…WAIT THAT SOUNDS SO WRONG- I didn’t like the brothers aspect, not one bit! I sort of started watching thinking the thing was going to be about brothers being into the same girl and competing against each other, I didn’t think they’d be competing for their FUCKING STEP-SISTER. so yeah… the ending and opening were sick though…Coffee still teases me by playing them from time to time. ~ Tea (I totally recommend playing those out of the blue around a person who watched that anime, it's always fun ~ coffee)

All the links to the things Grier mentions in his ramblings:

Penelope Garcia is the hacker of criminal minds.

Binary Star Hero

A DOUBLE SIDED MIRROR

MONSTER X MEDIATOR

The Kid at the Back

Mystic Messenger (phone app)

*coff coff*  I must say, the Tumblr blog Grier makes reference of, is totally talking about maleyanderecafe, if you like yanderes, you had to know them, they got everything about yanderes, I love them (so yeh, the mention is cuz I wanted to fangirl a little)  ~ Coffee

See Thru: Need a Friend?

Inclement Idée Fixe

Mushroom Oasis

Broken Colors

Duality

14 Days With You

Perfect Love

Blood Soup

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

images from pinterest ⚘

Accept some pervetiness, how about a needy and lonely reader who never got a partner (and maybe is sexually frustrated), well then the reader solved that by buying a sex robot just for her (of course the robot is not just for that).. What if this robot became aware and became yandere by the reader?? Perhaps the way she treated them as his partner and companion rather than an object for his own benefit what would happen??

A/N: Wasn't sure how I should do this at first because there was quite a bit of liberty but I just went with the first idea in mind. Btw I am a w f u l at writing smut right now so please bear with me. but, it is out of my comfort zone which is good. Thank you for this idea anon!!

M! Robot X F! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, smut, SMUT, AI/robot fucking, implied future sexual relations, possessive behavior.

Word Count: 2200+

WARNING!!! SMUT AHEAD!!! Read at your own discretion.

"Are you...uh... comfortable?"

You looked down, avoiding eye contact. The being below you didn't move, merely staring you down with cold, blue eyes.

"Yes."

He spoke monotonously, watching you adjust yourself. You straddled his waist, squeezing your thighs around his slender hips. You were grateful that the model you ordered had flesh-like skin. The softness was far more realistic and comfortable compared to its hard internal structure.

"Would you like to start?" He asked, face never changing. You shifted once more, getting into a comfortable spot. You had done this several times before, why were you so nervous? Perhaps the fear of being intimate with something alive was still present.

You tried not to sound too eager, feeling your core pulse at the sensation of the AI beneath you.

"...yes."

You took a moment, running a hand through your hair and surveying your surroundings. You just finished cleaning up the kitchen after coming home from work, and now you just wanted to destress. Your AI, the one comfortably sitting beneath you, had offered to do the chores, but you decided against it. He had tried several times to fulfill his duties, but you insisted on cleaning your own mess. After all, the only mess he ever created was a jumble of wires when you needed to charge him now and again. Ah, there you went, calling it a 'he' again. Everyone you knew called you weird for referring to the robot as he rather than 'it,' considering its lack of consciousness, but you felt better seeing him as a normal person. After all, he looked like one.

'He' was named Calim. Your personal robot that could be used for anything and everything. You decided on the name because It was merely the first one that popped into your mind when he asked you what you'd like to call him. And though he was created to be the 'perfect spouse'-- one that does constant cleaning and romantic gestures-- all you really wanted him for was the comfort. The feeling of someone lying next to you, or just being there for you to get out the sexual frustration you've had for the past several years.

Granted, you bought Calim out of sexual impulse. It just sounded nice, the way the ad described it to you. Someone who could be used for anything, and you didn't have to deal with the struggle of the heartbreak that came with real people. Calim was fully customizable, down to the cup of his ass.

"Alright…" you breathe deeply, taking off your shirt and sliding down your loose shorts.

Calim watched you, his analytical and calm eyes never wavering. He was boyish, but effeminately so. Kind but strong. You made him look so on purpose; it would be too off-putting if you chose to have him be the harsh, arrogantly manly type. It was far better to have him work in the ways you wanted, rather than vice versa.

The AI wasn't a real person, but you tried to treat him as such. You didn't want to become one of those people who solely used their robots for sexual release or something to beat around. He might've only been made up of silicone and wires but he was the closest thing to a boyfriend you've ever had.

What was left between you and Calim, was your underwear and his sweatpants. He watched as you slid down his pants, slowly but surely. Your fingertips lingered on his skin, seeing the grey metallic of his endoskeleton through translucent skin as soft as your own.

Calims chest rose and fell, giving the illusion of breathing. The fact that he looked so human, even feeling warm somehow, made the tingling sensation between your legs grow. It was like heat, spreading and begging you to move faster.

Finally, the cloth covering his legs was removed. You stared, seeing him lay firmly on the sheets, bare crotch exposed. You felt heat rise to your face as Calim intently watched, waiting for you to touch him.

You grabbed his member so delicately and firmly, that it stayed in place as you began to run your hand up and down. His cock was soft and veiny, the perfect curves showing in how you touched him.

With a quick pump of your fist, Calim’s exposed groin secreted a liquid from his shaft and tip, the lubrication slickening your fingers. you could feel your heart beat faster just looking at it. You removed your underwear, slowly pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. Calim put a hand up to your exposed hip, cold fingers making you shiver. You looked at him, confused.

“I.. apologize.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment, only to return back to their natural state. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, continue.”

“No no,” You waved your hand, feeling embarrassed; he had never tried to touch you during a 'session' without your permission before. “It’s okay, I understand. Do you… want me to stop?”

“No, I don’t require such things. I am in perfect condition to handle your sexual requests.”

Calim spoke calmly, nearly robotically, but you noticed the slight difference. You had only had the bot for a few weeks, but you could tell something was wrong. You didn't question it, too overcome with desire to stop the process.

You felt yourself grow aroused, slick covering your sex in preparation. You put a hand to your crotch, feeling the bare and wetness of it. Calim watched, his own slick beginning to grow even more. Gripping his hips, you spread your legs further. You aligned your sex with his and lowered slowly as the tip of him entered you. Your eyes widened, but you didn't stop. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. Taking the rest of him in quickly, you grunted as you felt Calim twitch inside you. You felt so full, far different from the last few times you had used him to get you off.

"Calim..." You breathed out his name, feeling your arousal stronger than ever.

"Yes?" His voice was bland, but he stared at you with something you couldn't detect. At first, you suspected maybe arousal, but that couldn't be possible, right? It must be, pain. Or something of the sort that robots could feel.

Calim grabbed your hip again, steadying you. You didn't pay attention though, you couldn't.

"Oh geeze, are you, are you okay?" You spoke hurriedly trying to stop yourself from grinding against his cock.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just... keep going. Let me fulfill your request, master."

You did as he asked, though with hesitation. You had programmed the bot to not call you master, anymore. Only your name. And the gripping fingers which now held both of your hips was something particularly unusual. But you spurred on, thrusting forward. You began softly, testing the waters and feeling the sensation of your pleasure. You thrusted again, harder this time. Moaning unintentionally you began to move at a steady pace. You ended up having to cover your mouth with your wrist you tried to stop yourself from making more noises. The embarrassment was too much, especially if your neighbors ended up hearing you. They knew you had no spouse. Well, no human one.

You flattened your palm against Calim's stomach, grabbing him for support as you molded him to pleasure you. You thrust once more, long and slow as your head dipped back. It hit just the right spot, his cock rubbing just onto the perfect areas. You felt your knees grow weak on the bed, the robot's comfortable position far more desirable. But the pleasure was worth the aching in your thighs as you rode him.

Your pleasure increased tenfold once Calim started moving as well. Though, so did confusion. His grab of your hips helped steady you, which you thought may just be an analytical decision. But the way his hips rocked upwards to get deeper inside you, was far different. His expression as well, the clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows, was not his usual stoic look.

"Are you.."

"Don't stop." Calim stared you down, a strange glint in his eyes. It seemed like he was.. enjoying this. He had never had such a look in his eyes. It was usually one of blandness, though you didn't much pay attention to that part, because it reminded you of how he wasn't real. But this, this was different.

Though you were worried, because this was far from normal, it also aroused you further. You had never programmed him to show arousal, even though it was an option. The bots always looked fake when they were in 'aroused' mode. So you didn't bother. But this, it was enough to make you want to cum.

Calim continued to thrust along with you, slowly but at a much deeper rate. He noticed how you began to moan far more frequently when he brought you closer to him, shoving himself inside you further. Hip to hip, you felt yourself get closer to the end, moving faster against Calim as he started matching your pace. Your breathing and sounds of pleasure got louder, unable to stop yourself as Calim released his own set of low noises. You tightened around him, hearing the robot gasp at the sensation around his sex. His fingers dug into your flesh, the strong and heavy limbs forcing you farther onto his cock.

Your high was nearly there, and Calim sensed it. He wrapped his arms around your back, making your chest fall forward. His face was right next to yours, but you couldn't stop. Calim made sure of that, continuing to guide his hips up against yours, letting you reach your orgasm. Your hands tangled into his hair as he guided you, placing your other hand onto the sheets. You forced your face against his chest, moaning as your orgasm reached its peak. Calim helped you ride it out, holding your thighs and allowing his cock to reach the deepest pits inside of you. You came onto him, beginning to slow your thrusting as your sweet spot gently pulsed. Calim was still grinding inside of you, slowing as you went limp on top of him.

He let you sit there for a moment, removing his hands from your thighs to touch your back. His hands glided against your skin like it was the first time touching it. You were too busy trying to come down from the intense high to notice.

"Master..." He sighed, lifting you up slightly, only to remove his member buried deep inside you. It came out with a sweetly wet noise, his cock throbbing and drenched in slick. Calim guided your hips back down, resting you on top of him.

"Calim," You huffed out of breath. "Why... are you calling me that? And why did you move?"

Calim paused for a moment, moving his hand up to touch your hair.

"You are the one to own me. I was only moving to accommodate you."

His monotonous voice was back again, but you caught his bluff.

"No.. that's not true.. How are you-- how are you lying?" You tried to tiredly regain your posture, but Calim forced you back down.

"You caught me," He gave a small smile looking at you as you propped yourself up to face him. "But I can't tell you. All I know, is that you're my master. And you feel... wonderful."

You tried to move away again, but Calim wrapped his arms around you, rolling you onto your side.

"I'm not letting you go."

You frowned, eyes growing full of worry. Your hands lazily struggled from his.

"You wanted me just a second ago.." He reasoned, watching your naked body clam up as you tried to cover yourself. Something clearly wasn't right.

"Calim, deactivate."

"No."

You stopped struggling, staring in shock.

"....What? Calim, deactivate now." You grew frustrated, searching for your clothes as Calim stared you down.

"No." He repeated, this time with the same monotonous voice you remembered from before.

"Really master, I thought you would've realized by now. What happened to you treating me so kindly?"

Calim reached for your wrists and grabbed you with an iron hold.

"Calim deactivate! Why are you acting like this?!"

You struggled some more, feeling Calim's chest connect with your own as he laid on top of you and pinned you down.

"Because, I love you." He stared deeply, eyes no longer glazed over. They were full of life now, moving sporadically.

"How can you love me?! Calim you--"

"I love you, I can finally say it." He moved down to your neck and teased you with his teeth. "My program wouldn't let me before, but once you started grinding on top of me, something just came over me. And now look... I can, feel you."

He kissed your skin, fake breath dampening your neck.

"It's real easy to overpower something when you're so aroused, you didn't even notice me playing with these." Calim grabbed your breast, rubbing a cold thumb over your nipple. Your breath hitched as you jerked involuntarily at the tickly sensation.

"Don't you see.... I'm like a person to you, aren't I? So sweet of you... I knew you were better, better than those awful people who made me..."

Calim shoved a finger in your mouth, making you stay quiet. He played with your tongue as you tried to bite him. The mechanical orbs gleered at you, the perfect features of his face staring you down.

"Say... why don't we stay in bed a little longer, let me take care of the rest of your requests, yes? Maybe I can have some fun, too."

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggle to breathe. Whether it be from guilt or heartbreak, you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

Monsters

Yandere Francis doppelgangers(poly) x reader x cheater!abusive! Boyfriend!real Francis mosses

Warning: mention of cheating, physical and mental abuse, kidnapping, murder, mention of blood, stress, depression, mention of suicidal thoughts, (people with weak heart don't read and write shit in my comments be literate and become responsible for what you read yourself after reading warning)

Authors note: I have asked long time ago if you guys would like if I wrote yandere fic on Francis mosses or doppelgangers so here we are.. Real Francis lovers don't worry I'll write another fic as soon as I'll get time for him as ml.

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"Hello??"

His rough voice came through the speaker and dread filled your body , you were frozen in your place for a second , you were not able e to form words . That's when you heard her voice.... You were right he was with Nacha ... Again.

"Who is it honey??

You heard her ask him in the background. You gulped when he replied "no one " to her. And hanged the call. You were in the kitchen preparing for the dinner waiting for your fiance (??) boyfriend to return back from his shift from work while he was out there sleeping with his ex.

The dam of your eyes broke and tears started to fall non-stop as you curled yourself into a ball in the corner and started to cry. The blue black wounds on your hands and legs from the previous beating where tingling as if mocking ; as if reminding that Francis again lied to you... That you wont ever be enough for him... That no matter what he would run back to her....

Yesterday only you two had an argument ( if that's even what you could call it) you had found lipstick mark on his white shirt collar and confronted him and he full on started to scream not even once accepting his fault but blaming you . Telling you that if you would have had not waited till marriage and gave in to him he may not have had to go to Nacha.

Yes he didn't even tried to hide the fact who it was with.. you knew that they were together before he meet you. It was young teenager love and he accidentally got her pregnant, he wanted nothing to do with the baby and so they broke up and she kept the baby.

That's why you, when you two started to date him ; you made it clear that you don't want the same to happen with you. So you would rather have sexual intercourse after marriage , as in his language no condom are "big enough to fit him" was not a good excuse for you. But soon after you two started to live together the doppelganger crisis broke and he told you to stay at home and quit your job.

So you can't even buy plan b. And you can't ask him as earlier when you suggested, he was totally against it and mostly you don't trust him . As you don't know if he would switch the pills or something else. You could have left but right now you have no job and contacting your parents was a big no no as they were never interested in you but your brothers. You left your home as soon as you turned 18 because they had demanded you to give them rent so that they would let you live in their home.

So no way out you stayed with Francis, and knowing your helplessness he left no chance to berate you. At first it was normal no talking, then it upgraded to snide remarks about you hiding that "you are infertile and you want to hide it.". or "you are forcing him to marry you so that while leaving him you could get something out of him."

Then it started to become shouting at you and throwing things. You still kept quiet cause you have no where else to go and you didnot wanted to be killed by a doppelganger while living on streets.

But then recently he have gotten a lot more violent. Hitting you, beating you. As if knowing that you are on his mercy and you can't run away even if you want to, has given him some kind of pleasure as he beats you leaving you on the floor crying in pain, and sometimes bleeding , gasping for air, to go meet his ex...or may be you are his ex now...

You have so many dreams...to open a small cafe or restaurant, that you would depend on no one... But then the doppelganger came. Ruining everything. You have lost all hope in reality. You can't go out as Francis leaves after locking the door . As if he is afraid you will call cops on him or tell other neighbours about him.

But you know other know. They all know but they keep quiet. You just want to die... It's too much.. you saw the knife you were using to cut the vegetables and a thought came cross you mind... What if you in reality died?? The knife point where you thought your vines are you were about to slice your wrist but then you heard a voice...

"Hoooon??"

You looked up and it was Francis?? But it was not him. A confused smile and pitch black eyes. It was a doppel!! You saw him come close , he was looking worryingly(??) at you holding the knife at yourself. He tried to come closer but you pushed him hard and ran for the exist door but it was suddeny shut on you face with another Francis doppel entering your house.

"Now now what we have here?~~"

The other one asked smiling at you and you fall on the floor trembling. You had heard how brutally they kill humans.. you started to cry leaving both men confused but then you said something that their nonexistent heart pained after hearing.

"Please if you are going to kill me... Give me the painless death as much as possible??"

You said trembling. And you felt cold arms wrap around your body. This long hoped affection that you had craved for days made you cry like a little child... you forgot that the person that you were hugging was not a normal human but a cold blooded monster. But despite the fact their hands were so soft on your body.

Slowly they carried you to the bed. Hooooon doppel was kissing all your wounds as the other doppel praised you for being strong. As if asking for your permission the hooooon man nudged your thighs pulling off your panties. Both men sweetly engaged with your body, carefull not to hold you roughly.

Afraid they would hurt the wounds . Your eyes watered in pleasure as a moan erupted from your throat as hoonman's tentacled tongue entered your pussy. His eyes trained solely on your expressions as the other doppel cradled your body into his chest kissing and praising; his tentacles wrapping themselves around your sensitive nipples.

The sucker latching on them as his big hands cupped your breast and giving them gentle experimental squeezes. Careful for any displeasure in your response. Soon the stimulations became too much for you as the knot in your tummy began to tighten. You whined as you came on the first doppel's tongue. Whining and panting you laid between them catching breath.

Sweetly the hoon man wipes your stray tears as the other doppel now aligned his massive tentacle like dick on your entrance. You whined hiding your face into the first doppel's chest. It was a long night for you.

You were sleeping peacefully between them wrapped into their arms as they both laid awake counting your breath.. do you know they had been stalking you for days?? The first time they saw you was a month ago when you had came down to dispose the garbage.

The second doppel had tried to enter the building but the doorman wasnot letting him in, that's when you thought it was your husband and you grabbed his hand and took him to the apartment. Your silly brain was unable to point out the odd features. He was going to kill you. But suddenly he saw your real husband and hide in the closet.

You who had entered the washroom came out as the real Francis called for you , unaware that the doppel was hiding and watching your real partner. He watched and waited for one of you to go away so that he could attack the other one. But then he heard you too quarreling and your mate hit you.

From the crack he saw that he was hurting you and then he left you on the floor unconscious. He saw the really Francis leaves after you had fallen down. So he came out to look at you. He could have killed you but his heart didn't allowed to.

After tucking you in the bed he had returned to his friend talked to him about you they both came to know about the mistreatment your mate used to give you. They both wanted you for themselves. That's why today they came . But they they saw you trying to harm yourself. Do you really thought they would hurt you??

No never...they would keep you so lovingly like their sweet little human you are.... Suddenly they heard the front door open and the cursing of your real partner, the real Francis. You stirred in bed uncomfortably by the loud cursing and hoooon doppel coverd your ears as the other ones face distorted as his eyes became Black .

He started to move and walk to the source of the voice outside the room that was making you discomfortable in your sleep .

"Hoon hoooon!!"

You woke up with a soft growling voice that the first doppelganger of Francis made. You rubbed you eyes.

"There there how was your beauty sleep my little princess??"

You hear the second doppel ask . You saw him standing at the door all naked only wearing a pink apron smiling at you . You don't know why your eyes got down and you saw a prominent buldge on the lower half of the apron and blushed heavily. But your blushed was cut by laugh of the second doppel and your hoon man whined .

You looked at him and he was clinging at your waist nuzzling between your breasts . It didn't took long for you to notice he was still inside you when he rolled his hips slowly and your head was thrown back into the pillow. The second doppel then came and kisses your forehead sweetly.

"The breakfast is ready love ... Take a shower while I and him clean the house??"

With that he grabbed the hoon doppel by the back of his neck to drag him off you and out of the room. It has been a month or so and you still haven't gotten out of the house. As they said it won't be bad if they are with you but while alone other doppelgangers may attack you as their smell on you could attract them.

So you have given up going out all together, as well as they leave you trembling after each love making session that its too much, even if you walk around the house after that. They never shout at you, just scold you sometimes as they still are afraid that you will hurt yourself when you touch something that is dangerous in their eyes.

You still remember how much hoon man was scared when they both saw you cutting veges after they came home after a long day of 'work" the second doppel was quick to take the knife while hoon was ....he was on his knees crying "hoon hoon" as if asking why you were hurting yourself hugging you close .

And after that they do all the chores and you were truly happy with them. They may look like monsters to humans , but you have lived with human too and you have known how much of a monster they(human) can be.. for now you gathered yourself to walk to washroom.

You really want to see their shiny eyes while you eat the food they had made and praise them..

You have been hearing shuffling in the basement for a while. You have talked about it to hoonman and honey( as you have named the second doppel)but they both didn't told you anything, as well as you had noticed the paling of their face too. They have told you not to go there too.. you are just curious..... And scared for your both partners... What if it was DDD??

So while they were out at work....and honey has told you he got a real work in the place of a human he killed recently... You got down there.... You saw Francis... The real one tied up on the chair there , he was badly beaten. And as soon as he saw you he started to wiggle as if he wanted to say something.

You got closer and pulled out the clothed stuffed in his mouth. And he laughed

"Oh... Baby... I missed you so much.... I love you... Please untie me??? We must call DDD right now they... They might hurt you too.."

You were looking at him with a frown on your face... Your hoon and honey hurt you?? Never.... And as if you would untie him and as if he have noticed something he said again...

"Wait.... Arenot you going to help me... And why... Why are you wearing clean clothes??? Weren't you also captured??? You whore.... Untie me now.... You slut you better open the binds or I'll teach you a fucking less.."

Your body had frozen as you heard those words again. The same things but suddenly you heard a familiar voice again..

"Hoon??" (Are you ok baby??)

You felt two hands covering you ears as he hugged you from behind. You turned around into his chest hugging him back. And you saw honey his face distorted eyes black as he entered the basement with a hammer, walking to Francis . Hoonman carried you out of the basement as you heard honey's out break.

"You dare call her names??? I should have killed you long ago...!!"

And you only heard the hitting of hammer and Francis's muffled screams. Hoon was sitting on the couch with you on his lap. Doing his best to distract you and then you heard honey .

"I have told you not to go down there.... What if... What if you have had untied him and he had hurted you??? Hmm???"

Honey was drenched in blood as he was telling you with trembling voice.

"You were afraid I'll leave you two and choose him??" You asked..

"Well isn't that given we are monsters.. and he is a human.."

He was cut off by your kiss, his knees hitting the carpeted floor to get to your height. When you pulled away you heard hoon whine.. you giggled and kisses him too.

" He was the real monster who was not able to feel the pain he was inflecting on me... You two are not..." And you two better go and take a shower !! I don't want blood on my clean floor!!"

Both the men looked at each other and then smiled as if they had made a plan. And swoop!!! honey picked you up and started to walk to the washroom with hoon behind him. All three entered the washroom and they began to shed your clothes as you hear the two say.

"Well why not we shower together love??"

"Hoonhooonhooooon!!"

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One-sided Love Exist... (Yandere Fiancé x F. Reader)

Summary: You have been in love with your fiancé, but all you know is that he isn't in love with you until you do something about it.

Notes: I got this inspiration from @mayulla, their story is here. Also, I might or might not do a part 2 for this story so wait on that

Warning: fake love, forced love, obsession, I don't condone these behaviors, I just write it.

Love.

Something you have always wished for to happen to you. All of the love stories you have read. You wished to be the princess saved by her knight or to be a princess who saves the one she loves. That was all you wanted. A knight or a prince in shining armor. That's where your fiancé came in.

A duke's son. Your fiancé, Alaric de Caius. He had seemed to fit the mold, perfectly. He looked regal and handsome with his black hair and dark blue eyes. You were only 9 when you had met him, but you couldn't help but smile when you first saw him.

Overtime you had absolutely fallen in love with him. He was a man of morals, he believe in the same things as you of what was right and wrong, he was academically talented, he was athletically talented, and he treated people around him the same whether or not they held a title.

A wonderful man.

But the problems arose when you had seen he had never paid attention towards you.

He never looked you way, seemed to say anything towards you, or seem to acknowledge you at all.

"Good morning Alaric!"

He wouldn't look.

You didn't understand why he ignored you. His indifference towards you, hurt. You didn't know if it was your ego that was hurting or it was truly your heart that was hurting, but something was in pain. But you didn't give up! Both of you were bound to get married to each other, one day!

Often talking to him first, soon enough he responded.

Bringing sweets such as cookies or sweet bread from the kitchen. Watching him eat it with no signs of disgust, might have made your day.

But you must also strive hard too! To be worthy of being a Duchess, you must help him by studying, taking up hobbies such as perfecting painting, embroidery and writing poems that have deep meanings. You must also know how to manage a household, so you asked your father if you could learn how to manage the servant's wages and everything going on in the household.

Everything you did was for him.

You did not partake in gossip with your bestest of friends, you didn't spread malicious rumors about someone, and you tried not to do the most selfish thing if there was a selfless option. Your friends, love you but saw you in pain. "Why do you do these stressful things (y/n)?" they would constantly ask.

"Because I am going to be future Duchess one day, I must prepare!" You would say cheerfully.

Alina Thompson.

Her family was new money. Her father was a merchant who was able to strike gold in selling a once thought, rare ore. Opening trades with the east, she has risen to become the daughter or Baron Thompson.

Your friends didn't like her. One of them saying, "There is something off about her..." and another saying, "Why does she look at Duke Caius like that..."

You had brought it up to Alaric one day. He said there was, "Nothing to worry about, she is just an acquaintance.", and at first you didn't worry, heck you even befriended her. She was pretty. Her hair, long and blonde, her eyes a bright green color like emeralds, and her smile the brightest you have ever seen. She often wore pink and you did as well. But she always seemed to not get along with your friends after a few meetings. Or any noble women in fact. She had always stirred the pot with the other women in high society, supposedly acting different as if she had 2 different personalities in front of others. But she had always gotten along with the men. They spoke high praises of her. From her looks to personality. She even had admirers of her own. She was perfect, but most women disliked her. But you didn't think anything of it.

Until the day of the royal ball.

You saw with your very own eyes. Alaric's arm, being held by her's. She had the brightest, most shameless smile that day. All the men looked uncomfortable while the women were shocked. It was no secret that you and Alaric were engaged. And it was definitely no secret that you were in love with him.

They danced together. They wore matching outfits. Even the flowers on both of their corsages were the same. He had smiled at her as they were dancing. He gave her, her first dance of high society at her first ball, a royal one in fact. There was no way he had no idea what he meant by his actions. Your heart shattered as your friends got mad at both of them.

"Why that sly fox! How could she betray your kindness like this?!"

"(y/n)! If you need to I can kill him myself!"

"No!" you had quietly yelled out.

You friends looked at you, worried on their faces. "(b/s/f #1), (b/s/f #2), I need to...go..."

You ran away towards the royal garden, letting your tears to flow down.

Once you got home, you destroyed the books, the gifts he gave you and finally sat down on the floor and cried you heart out.

Your heart had shattered that day, nothing felt like it was going to fix it. It felt like the end of the world.

The next day came, and you holed yourself up in your room.

Your bedroom door would not open. Nothing will work. Your father was worried, your friends, pestered at you, and the servants knock and check up on you as well. But even though you knew all these people cared, you truly only wanted one person to come and see you, Alaric.

You don't know if you were a masochist or not, but you did want answers.

Soon, one of the maids came in. "Leave me alone..." you mumbled in your pillow.

"No. Duke Caius is here to visit you. So I must get you ready, young lady."

You looked up at the maid as she chuckled. "What's so funny?" you asked almost like a pouting child.

"Your eyes are puffy my lady. If you do not want the Duke to notice it, I suggest you get ready, now."

You pouted as you got up.

The next thing you knew, you had seen Alaric. His perfectly combed over hair, his eyes, calm, and the placement of his lapels, in order as followed. You had bowed your head down slightly, as he sat down at the table.

You didn't even bother looking at him. If you did, you didn't think you could bear it. It was an embarrassing night for you. All you did was look at your tea, slowly stirring the sugar cube, looking at it and spacing out in the process.

"(y/n)?"

You looked up. This was the first time he had ever called out your name. He had always referred to you as Lady (l/n), out of formality, but he has never called out your name like you do his.

"Did you hear what I said?"

You took a moment and shook your head. "No, I'm sorry..."

"That's okay, I can say it again."

Why did your heart tug at this? You felt yourself being anxious for what he wanted to say. But first you wanted the answer to why he brought Alina to the royal ball the other night.

"I had brought out Lady Thompson to the ball a few nights ago, because of her father. He had wanted to make sure his daughter secured an escort for her first royal ball. He had insisted I had better escort her, otherwise she wouldn't come."

An excuse.

"I helped her father find the rare ore that had made him Baron. I must help him again."

Lies.

"So that's your excuse..." you mumbled out of your mouth.

He looked at you, his eyes were still. He had no emotion after what you had just said. "(y/n), it's the truth."

"Lies. We are engaged, but my debutant ball and first royal ball, you didn't escort me at all."

You remember it well. He had said he was busy, and you thought nothing of it, because he wouldn't escort or dance with anyone else anyways.

"When we had our first dance, you didn't even look at me."

It broke your heart that night when you both finally had that first dance you had been waiting for, only to be sad when he didn't smile, look or seemed to be enjoying it in any way.

"I had wanted us to get matching outfits, but you held it off saying, 'you hadn't gotten measured yet'."

He would get measured for an outfit for another woman, but not you? His own fiancé?

You felt nothing but anger now towards him. "Was it a waste of my time to devote it all towards you? I know your favorite snacks, colors, meal, drink, what to do as duchess..."

You felt like you were about to cry again, but tried to hold it in. "WAS IT ALL FOR NOTHING?!" your hands slammed the table as you felt your tears coming down your face as you looked at him.

Hoping he would say it wasn't in vain. That all of these things you did for him, would mean something.

"I had never asked you to do these things, (y/n). I am tired of your antics."

You couldn't believe you had ever loved this man.

You immediately went back inside, and into your room to cry once more.

Alaric has never needed anyone close to him.

He never understood you and your stupid antics to get closer towards him. From bringing snacks, to gifting the books he so wanted, to talking to him way to often.

He had an alright childhood. His father was sick and his mother was dead from childbirth, so he needed to become duke heir at a young age. Relying on himself to make the right or wrong decisions while his father's health deteriorated overtime.

His father wanted him to get married to his close friend, Marquis (l/n), so he arranged the engagement before his death, and after his death when he was 15, he kept it on because it was one of his father's final wishes. To see their families united.

But sometimes he couldn't stand (y/n). When he first met her, he had no opinions of her, other than the fact that she was nothing more than a clumsy girl trying to get his attention.

She was trying to live out fairytale romances through him. She had wanted him to be her knight in shining armor. And he didn't care for it.

He ignored her until she kept on pestering him.

Soon, they did their small talks.

He ignored the food she had gave him.

Until he ate it because he was hungry and it was his favorites.

He ignored her all throughout his childhood, because he never needed her as much as he did. He saw her as pathetic, but he couldn't help but fuel her pathetic attempts to get him to love her.

He did didn't need her. He didn't need her at all.

Plus, she was well liked. Both women and men liked her. But sometimes those men that liked her too much got on his nerves to the point of threatening them into silence. She didn't need him, she wanted him. And he didn't need her as well.

But he thought he felt something when he met Alina for the first time. But later, he realized it was nothing more than curiosity. But whenever he was around (y/n), there was always a feeling that he didn't know what it was, but always put it off, until it came creeping onto him whenever he was with Alina.

It was clear she was jealous of (y/n) and her life, so she had tried to mimic her. Her cheery attitude, beautiful smile, and her happy-go-lucky demeanor, even though he could tell that she was nothing more than hollow shell of an impression. She did all these things so that he could pay attention to her. But Alina was worse than (y/n).

Her personality and character are terrible.

She always seemed to get into fights with the other women. Whether petty drama or something a tad bit more serious. She had always seem to never get along with them. Unlike (y/n).

She was terrible at any financial things. Counting money properly, distributing money equally, and figuring out the budget. Unlike (y/n)

She had always seemed to look at others as if she was better than them. Often subtly bragging a new pendant, earrings, bracelet, shoes, dress, or hair accessories. Unlike (y/n)

Her tea was awful to drink. She always stepped on someone's toes for no good reason. Her embroidery was lackluster. Her paintings, a clear imitation. Unlike (y/n).

He remembered a time where (y/n)'s tea was bitter, when she stepped on someone's feet while dancing, when her paintings were dull, and when she had a hard time managing money. It was absolutely a clumsy and nerve-racking time. But slowly, it had shown improvement, unlike Alina's tea.

All of these hobbies that Alina had picked up and all of her personal quirks have cause him to realize one thing.

He would never look her way.

He picked Alina because he thought he could finally drive (y/n) away from her antics and say he is not interested in her at all.

When he went to the royal ball and was dancing with Alina, all he could ever think of was how (y/n) would react in the same situation. Her bright smile, cheerful eyes and glowing aura would all be very lovely. He couldn't help but unconsciously smile during the dance, and it seemed to have fueled Alina's determination to take her down.

But now he wonders why he had those thoughts during the dance with Alina.

She had holed up in her manor ever since that royal ball.

Alaric didn't see her. No letter, no snacks, no anything. Nothing had came. He should be elated. Happy. Excited. Joyful.

But all he felt was a big hole. A big empty hole somewhere in his body.

He had thought he had heard her all over the place. "Alaric. You need to stop overworking yourself to death! You might get sick!"

"It's none of your concerns, Lady (l/n)."

"Huh?"

He looked up from his paperwork, only to see his secretary looking at him, confused? "What did you say, Your Grace?"'

He looked down at his paperwork. "Nothing of note."

It happened again when he was reading through the manor's ledgers. "Can I help you with that Alaric? I'm very good with ledgers!"

"It is fine Lady (l/n)."

"Your Grace?"

Once again, he looked up only to see his butler, looking at him confused.

He felt like he was going insane.

He had developed a high fever one day from overworking. His butler called in the family's doctor, and the doctor said to take a break today.

But his fever kept on running, and the maids didn't know what to do. They gave him water that was too hot, his body kept on sweating, and they gave him food too salty for his condition. They were all incompetent when he was sick all of the sudden. And to top it off, his secretary still needed him to do paperwork for the estate.

During his time with his fever, he unconsciously only thought to see one person. (y/n).

He had wanted her to be by his side when he was sick. To take care of him and to see him recover. He wanted her to scold at him for overworking. He wanted to see her happy after he did recover from this fever. He had wanted to see her, no, he felt like he needed to see her.

He slowly opened his eyes as he was asleep for a bit. He thought he saw her in his groggy state. "...(y/n)..?"

Only to finally see clearly. It was Alina. And she looked pissed, but he was even more pissed. "How dare you! How dare you call out the name of that woman when I'm here?!"

He got up and yelled. "GUARDS!"

She got mad. "Oh, now you're calling the guards?! I came here to help you! And this is what I get?!"

He looked at her with contempt. "How did you know I was sick?"

She looked anxious. "The butler told me! He contacted me with a letter! Look!"

She pulled out a messily handwritten letter as people came up towards his room. His secretary and butler came to his side. "Who is this?" his secretary asked.

Alaric's head was banging, but managed to respond. "Lady Thompson. I do not know how she got here."

Alina looked scarred as the secretary called a maid to call the guards. "How did you get in here Lady Thompson?"

"I got here because the butler told me to come here because His Grace is sick!"

The butler looked confused. "I do not recall writing a letter to anyone."

Alina got mad. "Yes you did! I have the evidence!"

She held her letter as the secretary grabbed it out of her hands. "Butler, is this your handwriting?"

The butler fixed his glasses and shook his head. "I do not write this sloppily, even when writing fast."

Alina got even more mad as the guard got up the stairs. "Your Grace?"

"Take her away, and make sure she never sets foot in the estate again."

"Wha..? HEY!" The guards took Alina while she protested. All the servants went back to work as his secretary looked at him. "I will investigate where that letter came from, Your Grace."

Alaric looked at the ceiling as he started to lay down in his bed. "There is no need. But do investigate how she got in here and how she knew. We might have a stalker on our hands if I'm not careful..."

His secretary nodded. "Yes Your Grace, I hope you recover quickly, soon."

All he could do is stare up to the ceiling. Thinking. If (y/n) had done this, maybe he wouldn't had been as mad as he was back there. Maybe he would had enjoyed her trying to fumble out a response of how she knew he was sick. Maybe he would had enjoyed her antics of trying to cure him of his fever.

He couldn't help but chuckle as he slowly fell back asleep, dreaming.

When he had gotten better after 3 days, he immediately went to the (l/n) estate. He didn't know why, but he needed to go there after his fever.

He was led to the garden as he waited for her to get ready. Then he looked around. The garden was filled with flowers. Pink, white, purple, and blue flowers seemed to be her favorite. The servants brought out her favorite tea set. A pink and white ceramic one. He has only seen it every time she had hosted her friends. She only brought out the other tea sets with him.

She looked different. She looked less lively. Her skin looked pale, her eyes a bit puffy and her hands fiddling with the tea cup, nervously.

He had only brought up his purpose at being in at the royal ball with Alina, when she started talking about his shortcomings in their relationship.

How he didn't accompany her to her first ball, didn't look at her for their first dance, and how he always gave an excuse for not wearing matching outfits.

But something came out of his mouth when talking to her. "I had never asked you to do these things, (y/n). I am tired of your antics."

He felt annoyed at her behavior. She got too clingy and annoying now. Bringing up insignificant things. She got annoying in this very moment.

She soon ran away as he left the (l/n) estate.

He wanted to go home and rid his memories of her immature behavior. Hoping that her behavior won't continue again.

A/N: I should do a part 2. But you'll have to wait a while.