My Doll

My Doll

Male!Haunted Doll x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct5

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Oct6

warnings: clingy behavior, fingering, teasing, cockwarming

summary: Your haunted doll boyfriend is tired of you coming home late, so he teaches you a lesson.

“You really shouldn’t be out so late…”

The feeling of his cold, porcelain digits tracing your soaked panties made you whimper. “I’m sorry… I lost track of time talking to my-“

He pressed down on your clothed, a yelp escaping your mouth at the sudden stimulation. “The male one?”

“N-no…”

The pressure eased, and he went back to his gentle ministrations, his smooth, cool lips pressing into her flushed neck.

“Mmm… still, this is the second time this week you’ve been late… don’t you miss me while you’re gone? I should always be the only one on your mind…”

He pulled you even closer to him. Your plump ass was already seated in his lap, but now you were pressed against him, feeling the chill of his porcelain body settle into your back.

“You’re all I have, you know? Without you here, I’m all alone.”

His finger plunged into your cunt, cold and unforgiving as another entered with it. “A-ah…”

He cooed at you as you writhed. “Shh, shh… I know, it’s cold and uncomfortable isn’t it? But you’ll take it, won’t you? My lap is already soaked…”

You shivered, panting softly as he curled his fingers, pressing against that special spot. “That’s my girl…”

Before you could cum, he pulled his fingers out, chuckling as you whined and tried to rub your wet cunt against his palm.

“Needy thing…” he cooed, the sound of porcelain cracking and bending making you shiver. You knew what was coming.

The creature inside of the doll, the one you loved was coming out. It’s cock, slimy and wet wiggled and twitched, ready to be inside of you.

You’d never seen his true form in its entirety… he could only show you bits and pieces so you didn’t go completely insane.

It rubbed at your hole, testing it before sinking in. You let out a shaky moan, your eyes neatly rolling into the back of your head as it writhed and wriggled inside of you. It was like a tentacle, moving of its own free will.

“That’s my girl…” he purred, holding you close and letting you warm his cock. “My sweet angel… you can be still for me, can’t you?”

He didn’t even have to move his hips to have you clenching around him in an intense orgasm. Just the feeling of him writhing and twitching inside you was enough for you to cry out his name, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Shh… shh…”

He pulled you ever closer, nuzzling his porcelain face into your neck.

“Sit still, my pet. It’s not over yet…”

want more? send me a Kofi asking for a part two!

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cheater x reader

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

TW: look at tags. MDNI

wordcount: 2,611

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. 

Insecurity [Fem Reader x Yandere Male]

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Warning! This is a VERY self indulgent yandere fic. Describes stalking and creepy behavior. Long descriptions of body shaming and (you guessed it) insecurities done by the reader. Done in one take and not edited very well.

Brains and brawn may compete to be superior. But it was beauty that triumphed both.

Beauty that you craved. To be beautiful, to be seen as attractive. Hell to even have someone think that you just made the cut to be 'cute' would be all you need.

Yet you never got a second glance your way all your life. The people around you, your friends, your family, even strangers on the street looked better then you.

Were you too fat? Too skinny? Disproportionate? Maybe your cheeks were chubby or gaunt.

You didn't know and every glance in the mirror was a scathing reminder of what was wrong with you, with your face, with your body.

A new flaw was found each time and the previous ones only grew worse.

It began small when you were just young enough to notice that pretty people were treated differently.

At first it didn't bother you, you would hit puberty, you would get that magical glow up sometime soon.

But those hopes grew dimmer with each passing day. Sure you changed but it was basically for the worse. Now you looked and felt awkward in your own body.

People you were interested in laughed around your friends freely and only gave a hesitant pitying chuckle or hum when you spoke. Right before going back to your friends without another glance as you would stare at the floor and worry if you said something bad or if you just looked bad.

But your friends had completely different genes then you. Surely it could just be an ethnicity preference right?

Nope, you were proven wrong when family members your age with similar enough skin tone or eye shape or lip shape or anything else you had who had no problem attracting people.

‘You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.’ 

‘The right person will like you for you and not your looks.’

Sayings that you took to heart to console yourself but it was like poison to your brain and heart.

The thoughts mutated from picking at your body to your personality too. Yet you still tried to be presentable in some way.

Scrubbing your body every shower till the skin was raw red. As many products you could get a hold on to treat the stubborn acne that just wouldn't go away. Plucking any out of place hairs on your face and shaving anything that could cause people to even think of you as hairy.

The only thing you didn't touch was the makeup that was tempting yet scary to you.

You heard everyone talk about it. Other girls bragging about how they snagged a hot guy with the right makeup. Only for the guys to whisper their disgust at their bare face.

Girls complaining about the increased acne and costs of make up. Guys praising about how ‘natural’ their girlfriends were when you could see the layers they had on, clearly unable to tell the difference.

Pros and cons were thrown all around but whenever you asked if make up was good or not, you recieved the same damn answer.

‘The right guy will like you for you. With or without makeup.’

You weren't oblivious to how neither told you that you were beautiful just the way you were.

The only ones who did were the sought after attractive women who only said it to console you in some way.

In the end you waited too long. By the time you got the courage to seriously try, you were out of high-school and too deeply involved in life to have time to struggle and fail.

It only ate away at your conscious but the fear of being ridiculed and laughed at for wearing bad makeup that made you even uglier then you already were was enough to stress you to tears.

What could you do but give up?

Maybe you were better off this way. 

Alone you weren't going to be hurt in a relationship. 

Alone you couldn't cry over your nonexistent boyfriend's insults when you fight.

Alone you would never be validated in your sinking thoughts of what a failure of person you were.

That's probably why you could never feel validated in whether you were attractive as you matured. The self loathing thoughts and feelings grew but you kept it locked away. 

Mirrors were scarcely seen and photos were always refused or just ignored. It was like the insults were written on your face for all to laugh at.

So why the hell were you the one targeted by some random guy in your college to be stalked?

This wasn't the first time you've seen him but this was definitely the closest he's ever come to you as you sit in a library just a table away from him.

His eyes were still on you as you stared nervously at your computer screen. You haven't been able to type a single word since you noticed his presence.

Subtly you looked up and scanned the room just to take another peek at him.

Yup, he was attractive as hell. Way out of your league.

Handsome, fit, and tall. He's got it all yet he's watching you with a smile that borders between sexy and hungry.

He's got the serial killer vibe down to the art cause that's the only fucking reason he could be stalking you for the past few weeks. 

It was around a month ago that you actually noticed him. Simply brushing off his glances as something he was directing to your friends.

After you left to the bathroom and came back you locked eyes with him. He kept that stare up even as you blushed and looked away.

It didn't even occur to you that he thought you were attractive, you just thought that you had food staining your lips.

Sitting back with your friends, you couldn't push down the feeling of being the ugly duckling as you all laughed at a joke yet yours was like nails on a chalkboard.

Loud, out of tune and unwanted.

It took a week for you to note the footsteps behind you whenever you walked back to your car after late night classes.

When you noticed that it was him again, you brushed it off thinking that he just had late classes.

His stares were probably just ones of worry since it was nearing midnight and you were walking alone. You had heard about him before, a kind man that was as charming as he was sweet.

An ideal man that you wouldn't suspect. Which only made the serial killer suspicion much stronger when you overheard him denying having classes on the days of your late night classes.

But even then it would be crazy to assume he's stalking you. At least until you saw his car parked just a block away from your house when you were positive he lived in a different city.

It was the weekend for crying out loud! There was no way in hell that he could be near your house every weekend.

But maybe he had family or friends or anything else attractive popular people had going on.

Besides if he was just normal and interested romantically, he would be chatting up your friends. If he was a serial killer then he would still be targeting your friends. You've never heard of a serial killer who only targeted ugly people. 

You'd rather be a surprise suicide then be known as a victim of a serial killer who's MO was ugly people. Even you had a limit.

But the anxiety over the situation was killing you. As a last ditch effort last week you decided to test something out.

Yesterday you loudly told your friends that you planned on doing some vigorous self studying tomorrow for the upcoming exam at the library. You knew that none of them would be able to make it due to their various personal responsibilities but that was the point.

And you were fucking right as he keeps his eyes on you when you knew he didn't have any classes today. And it's not like he's studying with his bag still on the chair and his lips sucking on the straw in the drink he had in his hands.

So what if you eyed the way his Adam's apple bobbed with each gulp?

He's probably planning on using this opportunity to kill you since you're all alone. Might as well let your eyes feast on something good before your death.

Holding back your anxiety over how he'll slaughter you, you heard another student walk up to him and clap his shoulder.

“What's good man? Didn't expect to see you here today. Thought you told me that your next class wasn't till Monday?”

Fucking called it!

But before you could celebrate your minor and frankly bad news considering that you've been confirmed to have a serial killer on your trail, you heard your stalker respond.

“Nothing much, just came here to study while we still have time before the midterms.” He chuckled and you could only bite your lips in jealousy.

Damn him for having such a nice voice. It was smooth and rich, the kind of voice you knew would make anyone melt at the sound.

An all around 10/10 and you wished that you could take even half a point from him.

It was too much, the revelation that you're going to be murdered soon paired with having to hear your soon to be murderer having got the greatest luck in life to be attractive was too distracting.

Packing up quickly you tried to leave without being noticed as you caught the end of the conversation.

“You should come to my place for the weekend. I've invited a few hot chicks and-”

“Sorry, I've already got plans for the this weekend. I'll be real busy till the exam and maybe even then for a while. I'll catch you later though.”

Walking out the library you made a beeline for the campus exit when you heard the heavy footsteps of him close by. 

Damn it, you should have just stayed inside.

The streets weren't very crowded as a festival was being held on the other side of the city for some holiday you didn't care to remember.

Therefore it quickly became just you and him on the walk to the garage. The tight grip you had on your bag loosened as you tried to rationalize everything. 

Maybe he wasn't a serial killer and you were just paranoid. Everything could just be a coincidence that you're blowing out of proportion.

Getting to your car you fumbled with your keys as the sweat of your palms made it hard to sort through. 

Maybe you weren't fucked is what you would think if a large hand wasn't pressed against the rim of your beat up car from behind you as hot air ghosted your neck.

“Sorry if I startled you, you're Y/n right? One of your friends was talking to me about you.”

Stiff as a board you turned around and all the blood drained from your face at the way he towered over you.

Only for it to come rushing back and burn your cheeks as he leaned down. Pretty eyes stared into yours as his soft yet slightly curled hair framed his face.

His lips pulled into a smile as you leaned away till your back was touching your car as he asked. “Sorry if this is a bit sudden but I needed some help with one of my classes and she said that you aced it last semester.”

“Do you mind coming over to my place tomorrow to help me with it?”

You were so fucked.

This right here is mostly for myself but also for all my fellow insecure girlies who can't get behind certain portrayals of fem readers.

I recently read one that gave such a detailed description of a fem readers body who didn't tag it correctly and felt like shit after reading.

This isn't going to be serious, it's comedic mostly and pretty much self indulgent as warned above. It's also an outlet for me to finally get those stupid thoughts out of my head.

It's also a callback to the original reason I was attracted to yanderes if it wasn't obvious. Also I have no clue on what name or appearance aside from his hair to give him. So if anyone has any ideas go ahead and put them in the comments or send a ask so I can decide.

My Muse part 1

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : mention of death , mention of murder, manipulation , cheating, drug mentioned

Author's note: All of my readers who are dilf lovers here is my treat for you people ...enjoy!!

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It would have been the happiest moment of a persons life if you got reincarnated into  your favourite manhwa. It's not like you didn't liked manhwa or the manhwa you are right now in was not your liking. But the problem was you were a side character in the manhwa who will me murdered by her own husband.

You were reading the manhwa 'I'll be the matriarch in this life" and had fallen asleep and when you opened your eyes you found your self in the manhwa itself. Everything was going alright your parents were very powerful noble who were the most powerful in the kingdom second to the house Lombardi.

You were the only daughter of your parents resulting in your parents loving you very much. And your father???? He was idiot for his daughter and it was well known in the kingdom. But the character in whose body you were in had a very dark future.

The girl falls for a man and as her parents love her so much , they agree to marry her to him . But then she caught him cheating on her . She tells him to give her divorce but he instead kills her by poisoning and then burns the dead body. Takes all the property saying that you ran away with someone else and you wronged him.

The only place you were mentioned in the manhwa was in the past life of Florentia that when she was having a bad time you always supported her you even told her to come into your household but she refused saying that Lambordi was her family .

And the second reason was your family's rivalry with house Lombardi. You need to save yourself from the dark future. And you choose what you needed to. And thats why you were standing in front of Rulac Lombardi trembling like a leaf.

Yes you requested no.... Begged your father to accept the proposal of house Lombardi so that you could become Florentia's dance teacher. As Shannet Lombardi was famous in the social circle because for her personality and authority you were famous because of your sense of fashion , dancing , kind nature and knowledge .

You were 15 years younger than Shanet and from Shanet's viewpoint you were alot tolerable than the other noble ladies. You never liked to badmouth or gossip and she was touched when one time after her divorce with her husband; when she heard some ladies badmouthinh her for not being" enough" for her bad excuse of a husband , you scolded them so badly that they ran away hiding there faces.

You were called the white Lotus of the high society. No one not even anyone in the house Lombardi ever tried to offend you.

You were also known as the golden Nightingale because of you voice or golden peacock because the way you dance makes people look at you without even flinching as if you will disappear. And getting scolded from you means they offended you and your family.

And it was seen by not only Shanet who smiled at a very cutely fuming with anger you but also Rulac Lombardi and Gallahan Lombardi. Florentia's whole mind was only on you and it had gone not unseen by the three.

And they were not able to stop swooning on you when she saw you ; as soon as you turned around after scaring the ladies muttering and grumbling. You accidentally noticed all of them staring at you and poof...... They saw a very red squirrel running away from them. You looked so cute stumbling and colliding with people running that even cold hearted Rulac was not able to stop his smile.

It was so sweet for them to find a kind soul in such a dark place that they talked about you in the household for days. Till Florentia's request came to request you to be her dance teacher .

And that's why her you were in front of the three people you never wanted to be.

Rulac Lombardi, Shannet Lombardi and Clerivan pellet. You were trembling like a little rabbit in front of them as if they will attack you now...and what you were not noticing was they were all thanking Florentia because of her they got to see someone so sweet and pure.

Shannet told you that they want you to teach Florentia dance to which you agreed and from then you started to get close to everyone in the house Lombardi.

Rulac had noticed the longing eyes and stare that Gallhan use give you. And Shanet had seen her younger brother peeping throw the door looking at you dancing . And when caught , making excuses like he was observing his daughter. Even Florentia had seen the dress sketchs on his father's desk in which the model always had your h/c haircolor and the your measurements written. The sketch he made of you holding Florentia.

It was noticed by the whole household that the young father longed for you. Even Gallahan himself knew this but he was ashamed to say that he was in love with someone almost 9 years younger than him. When he got ill you were the person who was most sad in the Lombardi.

You who knew that if Gallahan will dies , Florentia will be doomed to be abused again and you will be married to that man and get killed. You with the knowledge of what you read in the manhwa found the cure for the disease . Yes even after knowing that he will be saved by Estira you told  her the ingredients of the cure.

When he was on the bed you became his nurse. And even Rulac and Shannet were shocked that a lady of rival family working so hard to cure a member of their family. You hold Tia whenever she broke down and cried saying what if he will die??

That day both Gallahan and Rulac heard you telling Florentia about the cure and that you had made the cure but you dont know if it will work or not. And when Florentia said that she trust you the most even more than she trusts herself you broke down crying.

The men were shocked because of your devotion.The two man promised each other with silent nod to save you and protect you from the world you were afraid of. The day your medicine was used Gallahan stopped breathing for 1 min and you thought he died.

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Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.

That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.

Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥

If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:

I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!

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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.

Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar. 

"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod. 

"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."

The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.

Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.

Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!

"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.

"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."

Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.

"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you. 

"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"

"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."

Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?

Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?

Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."

"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head. 

By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.

But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile. 

They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly. 

"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy. 

"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you. 

And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.

"Are you this nice to every customer?"

Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.

"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."

"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."

After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.

Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.

You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink. 

"You're so beautiful when you laugh."

The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.

The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages. 

Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life

Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special

Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous

Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence

Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words

Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special

Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop

Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes

Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means

Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you

Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work

Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax

You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.

By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.

Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home

Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone

Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ

Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.

ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?

> Yes > No

Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you. 

You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.

Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing. 

This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.

Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.

"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"

Your phone pinged.

Achievement unlocked: 

On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route

My Muse part 2

Yandere Gallahan Lombardi x isekai'd reader ( x Platonic yandere Lombardi family x platonic yandere Perez and Florentia)

Warning : manipulation , drug mentioned , half consented sex , sexual activities, pregnancy, obsession, huge age gap between couple , try of sexual assault , Stockholm syndrome, obsession

Author's note: Enjoy!!

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You slumped on the floor trying to stop your self from crying . When Florentia hugged her father, who you missed that was now sitting.

You forgetting that other people were there too hugged the poor man so tight. Gallahan was teared between wiping tears of the two most important girls in his life. The rest of the day was gone celebrating when suddenly you got a letter from your household.

You are to return to talk about your marriage with the person from which you ran away. When Rulac told you about the letter in front of Florentia and her father , the twins and Shannet . They all noticed how badly you were trembling. You requested Rulac to contact to the temple to make you a nun as you don't want to marry.

The saintess was the real position that the temple would have given you happily if you ever asked . And this was know by every one in the house but noone liked it. Shannet took you to your room and told you to rest.

From there she had directly gone to meet his brother. She handed a vial to Gallahan saying

" Don't be a fool and let the phoenix go away , make her yours before you loose the opportunity."

The next day when Rulac called you to his office you thought it was about your request from temple. But when he gave you the proposal to marry his youngest son you rejected the proposal so fast that it surprised Florentia too. You told that you are not planning to marry anyone. You want to devote your life to God.

Florentia had now started to spend more time with you. She always says that how good you are and how good it would have been if you would have been her mother. You were tired of listening this and told her not to try and convince you. When you said that to her; she said that if you will marry her dad how you will be safe.

And how no one else will try to hurt you . And then there was a ball for Gallahan's birthday the next day. Gallahan himself delivered the dress to your room . The dress was almost similar to what Tia showed you, while telling you what she was going to wear.

Shannet who helped you to get ready told you to think about the proposal again as you have nothing to loose of you accepted the proposal.

You were hopping from here to there in the ball with Perez , twins and Florentia . This gave Gallahan chance to mix the potion into a drink and sending it to you by the hands of Shannet. When after drinking it you started to feel dizzy the children took you to your room.

But from there it all got tangled . When Tia told about your condition to Shannet and she gave a knowing signal to Gallahan to go to you. Florentia who was suspicious asked her

" What happened aunt??"

"Nothing dear I think lady Y/n L/n will soon be your mother "

Was the only reply she got when everyone in the ball saw a loudly screaming and trembling you hiding behind Gallahan and Rulac while Viese Lombardi was trying to tell something.

Viese was giving excuses that how you from start tried to seduce him and today too taking advantage of his drunk state you lured him into the empty room.

Shannet and Gallahan both knowing that it was not their plan . They just wanted that Gallahan could have enough time to take you . And then tell how you must now marry him as temple will not take someone who is not virgin anymore. But this idiot brother of their had done them a favour.

You were trembling like a leaf and crying your heart out thinking you will be killed as Lombardi will saw you as guilty. But when Shannet slapped Viese while the kids and Gallahan supported you ...... You melted. You hated yourself. Why did you reject this man . Who saved your prestige and honour today.

Rulac knowing that it had something to do with Shannet and Florentia and understanding the chance punished Viese by stripping him from his title throwing him out of Lombardi. He just wanted you to join his family make his youngest sons wife. No one else is better than a pure angel like you herself.

In the night when you were silently crying in your room and Gallahan came to meet you. You hugged him hard repeating apologies again a again . When he somehow was able to stop you . He slowly guilt tripped you telling you how bad he felt that on his birthday his brother was thrown out.

You felt so guilty that you told him that you accept his proposal to be his wife. Before you could have said anything he kissed you hard , undressing you from your clothes and pushing you on the bed.

With the new satisfaction he had , that now you two are connected and you are totally his. You lost your virginity, still half willing and half confused. You head messed up due to pleasure. He thrusted himself into you thanking you again and again. For choosing him. To be his wife. For choosing Florentia. Telling you how much of a good girl you are.

Telling you that how you are now his. And how he will keep you and Tia safe. How Tia will be so happy to have a mother finally. He came deep inside you not pulling out when you tried to push him. Hugging your tired body closed to him .Not pulling out even when you whined and begged him that the overstimulation is just too much. Keeping his softened cock inside.

He told you sweetly kissing your face while thrusting into your warm and tired trembling body that how you need to get pregnant with his child as soon as possible. So that Tia can have a sibling to play with. And people will not call this marriage a sham.

You cried telling him that you are to young . But he coaxed you saying how much of a  good mother you will make. As how much the children like you. And when you stared at him with your confused teary eyes . He lost himself. Growing hard instantly thrusting inside you like love sick man.

He is patting your hair hugging your passed out body close. Now he have you. You are not going anywhere. You will be with him and his daughter.  He kissed you naked shoulder. all his. You. His child that will soon grow inside you. Your time. Everything.

The dress you were wearing right now was the most famous from the Gallahan store. You were now the reason of jealousy in the whole Kingdom. Your father took you to the wedding aisle where Gallahan was waiting for you.

He kissed you after you two exchanged your rings. The ladies muttering that how you will not be staisfied in the bedroom and how because he already have a daughter your womb will never be filled. You tried to ignore the gossips as you knew that you were pregnant.

Everyone in your house and house Lombardi knew. And they were glaring at the women.All the muttering stopped when Gallahan kneeled in front of you kissing you belly and announcing your pregnancy. It shutted the mouth of the guests .

At night when he took you into princess style and took you to your now shared bed chamber with a possesive look in his eyes telling you that how he is not convinced enough because your bump is not that obvious. Even after being checked by multiple Doctors and being confirmed to be pregnant...... You are in for a long night....

You are strolling in the garden  with Perez and Tia. Both of them had their ears on your heavy belly trying to hear the baby . You are giggling due to the baby kicking. Suddenly you were hugged by your husband from behind.

Both Florentia and Perez are now nowhere to be seen. He sat you on the bench  kneeling in front of you. He took your shoes off and started to slowly massage your swollen feet.

"So is Griffin giving you hard time today dear?? "

He said kissing you hand and then belly. Resting his forehead over your belly and he felt the baby kicking.

He kissed the spot where he felt the kick and scolded

" Hush ! Don't give more pain to your mother , she is already struggling to walk with her swollen feet due to your weight. Don't be mean to her."

To which you couldn't help but giggle.

He then grabbed your ankle kissing your feet.

"Should we retire to our room for the day my wife?? You need to take your energy nap before dinner.."

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warming , you were lucky that you got such a good husband . And a daughter that cares for you so much . A  sister- in -law who is always ready to do anything to comfort your pregnancy hunger and mood . A father in law who loves you like your own father . Ordering a thousand of items for the unbron child.

The nephews ( twins) and soon to be son in law  (Perez) who are so protective of you.

You were now sound asleep not knowing the stares of adoration those people were giving you. Now with a child of Lombardi blood inside you, you will never be able to escape from this place. Soon enough the child that you will bore will also be on their side keeping you safe.

You were not knowing that now you are caged in the cage made of gold.

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