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a-mint-bear · 6 months

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Your Secret Admirer

Female Yandere x Reader

Part 2

Late one rainy night, you help a young woman on your way home from work, but she seems strangely familiar...

[tw: knives] no blood mentioned

Part 1

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It was late. You should've clocked out hours ago, but your jerk boss made you stay to cover for his nephew. Who, of course, was "sick" again. Which was code for: "Too hungover to come into work, just like every other Monday."

It was pouring when you reached your stop, but luckily, you'd remembered your umbrella like a responsible adult. There was a chill in the air that made everything seem just a little bit more miserable, but you trudged on anyway. Changing out of your work clothes and into your comfy pajamas always helped you wind down after a bad day.

The streets were about as empty as you'd expect from this time of night, save for the occasional car that rushed by threatening to douse you as they hit every puddle. You were about halfway home when you noticed something... odd.

There was a woman standing on the sidewalk, facing the road. She was soaked from the downpour, her long, dark hair clinging to her face.

At first, you barely paid her any mind. But the closer you got to her, the more your mind started racing. Why was she out so late at night? Why was she letting herself get so drenched? She wasn't really dressed for the weather either. She had to be cold... Did she have nowhere to go? Was she... trying to do something? She was about halfway to the curb... was she waiting for the right moment? The thought doused you like ice water, the fear and doubt somehow colder than the rain.

You were almost face to face with her when something was eating away at you. Guilt? Sympathy? A weird sense of responsibility for this stranger?

But the strangest thing nagging at the back of your mind was...

She looked... familiar?

You couldn't stop your body from stopping in front of her, doing your best to have your umbrella cover her, despite the fact that she was already soaked.

You always had a bit of a soft spot for helping people, even if it wasn't always the smartest idea.

You ask her if she's alright. She doesn't react.

Your mind kept racing. Was she homeless? She seemed well taken care of, her clothes looked nice if soaked through. Was she running from something, or someone? She looked maybe about your age, but... If she could go home why hadn't she?

You tried again, hoping she just hadn't heard you over the rain hitting the fabric of your umbrella. When she finally lifted her gaze to yours, that same feeling of familiarity kept on poking you in the side while you were trying to focus on the scene before you.

She stared into your eyes, and her breathing seemed shaky.

She needed help, maybe, but what could you do? You told her that your phone was almost dead, but you could walk with her somewhere safer. Somewhere she could call someone? Maybe you could walk her home? You offered, hoping she had somewhere to go at all.

You could feel your back getting wet from trying to cover her more than yourself. She smiled, but it seemed off, almost... bitter. When she finally spoke, it was almost drowned out by the downpour hitting the concrete.

"You're... being so nice."

You smiled back, trying your best to comfort her, still running through possible solutions you could offer... What you could do for her...

Would it be nuts to take her back to your apartment? You wonder. To offer a warm shower and a change of clothes while you throw hers in your dryer? She was a stranger, sure, but she obviously needed help. It was only a couple blocks away... she could get dry and then you could get some real answers out of her to figure out what to do next.

You end up making the offer and wordlessly, she agreed. All with that same sad look in her eyes. She clung to you all the way home, holding onto your arm with a death grip.

You fiddle with your keys at the door, all too aware of how the welcome mat is getting soaked. Hurrying in, you go to grab her a towel.

She followed after you, trailing water all the way. She didn't make a move to take it from you, so you took a chance and carefully draped it over her shoulders, starting to work it against her hair. You watch for any sign of discomfort or sign that she'd want you to stop, but no such sign ever came.

You guide her to the bathroom, handing her more towels.

You tell her if she hands you out her clothes, you'd be happy to throw them in the dryer. After a hot shower and a set of your clothes for her to change into, you pass them through the crack in the door, telling her you're leaving to make her a warm drink.

"No!"

She'd grabbed onto your wrist so tightly. The desperation in her voice, her breath hitching as she trembled, all of it made you pause, unsure what to do.

"Sorry, I just..."

She let go with a tired sigh, her face appearing the in crack of the door. Her hair clung to her face as steam rolled out into the hall, you quickly looked away when you saw a hint of the white fluffy towel below her bare shoulders, her hand clasping it tightly to her chest.

"Stay... I mean, would you p-please... stay close? " she stuttered, her eyes cast to the floor in... shame? Embarrassment? "Just... in the hall? Outside the door?"

Was she scared you would leave? Or had you become the barrier between her and whatever she was running from? You promise her you won't go go anywhere, and she seems to relax a little. You keep your back to the wall beside the door and your eyes forward, not wanting to betray the little trust she'd decided to put in you.

You couldn't lie, she was pretty, and the sight of her in your clothes didn't hurt that AT ALL. But she was trusting you. To be thinking of her like... that? It was neither the time nor the place.

She sat on the couch beside you with a hot mug of tea, and she looked down into it with that same sad expression.

"Thank you. You've been so... nice to me. I never thought that I'd be treated like this."

By you? By anyone? You don't notice her hand reaching for yours until her fingers brush against your own. You didn't think of it as anything but her looking for safety, but the look she was giving you was telling you otherwise.

You told her she doesn't have to do that, trying to be vague enough as not to embarrass her. But she just smiled that sad, bitter smile. She set the mug down on the side table, her fingers gently caressing yours.

"... All I ever wanted was... someone to see me. Only me. What they saw or how they felt about me, it didn't really matter. But you're so... worried. So... thoughtful."

She sounded almost... upset, the last word weighed down with so much regret, it threw you.

You asked her if that was a bad thing, and she just smiled.

"When I see you... it's like everything just... makes sense. Like my whole life has just been cold and dead. No one... sees me."

Before you could ask what she meant by that, she squeezed your hand, bringing it up as she gently pressed your fingers to her lips. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered, your face getting warm.

"I knew..."

She caressed your face, and you froze, unsure where any of it was going. Or if you wanted it to.

"I knew that when you finally saw me, it would be everything I ever wanted..."

She spoke like... she knew you? But that didn’t make any sense, you'd never met her before.

Right?

Something felt...odd. Alarm bells were ringing and you couldn't tell what had set them off.

The necklace she wore sat comfortably on top of your shirt. Soft, tiny white flowers trapped in resin, encircled in gold on a delicate chain. Something about it... About her.

You'd seen those eyes before... staring at you from the edges of your day-to-day life but never really in full view. The feeling you dismissed when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the same feeling you got whenever you found those weird gifts all over.

The trinkets and treats, the love notes that ranged from awkward confessions to clumsy retellings of fantasies you starred in...

And her necklace... the same tiny flowers were dried and pressed in a bookmark you'd found in the book you'd been reading one day.

Your eyes went wide, and she let out a shaky gasp. A wide, warm smile spread on her face as she got to her knees on the couch, swinging a leg over to seat herself in your lap.

"You see me now, don't you?" She smiled sweetly, holding your face in her hands. "I'm right here..."

You couldn't look away. All you could ask was the obvious question: Was it her?

A dark blush spread across her cheeks, her hands still holding your face to look only in her direction. "I needed this... I needed you to really see me. You stopped paying attention to my gifts, my notes... Did you like them? Did it... scare you?"

Your heart was beating too fast. You tried to move, to avert your eyes and figure out what to do, but she turned your face back, pressing into you, her thighs squeezed yours almost painfully.

"Tell me. Please, tell me... " She was breathing funny again. She hadn't blinked, like she didn't want to look away for even a moment.

You felt something pressing under your jaw, and it didn't click what was happening until you felt something sharp bite into your skin.

When did she get a knife? Was this her plan from the start, or had you done something to set her off?

You couldn't stop the fear that flashed across your face. But her reaction was somehow odder.

Her gaze on you softened as she bit her lip, blushing as her eyes glazed over. She let out a sweet, content sigh as she cupped your cheek in her hand. The pressure of the knife on your skin relaxed just a bit, but not enough to try and make a move.

You try to diffuse things, being honest with her. You didn't know who any of the stuff was from. You had no way of saying yes or no to her feelings, so you were waiting for her to show up in person. It felt rude to leave her a note back with something so serious, you wanted to do things right.

"But you ignored me..." Her face was suddenly calm, the blush and soft, adoring eyes went back to the cold stare she'd had in the rain in an instant. "You looked right at me and you saw nothing... I was nothing..."

You try and reassure her, telling her that it wasn't true, if only to calm her down. Her fingers worked into your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps you couldn't fight. Your startled gasp choked into a hiss of pain behind your teeth when she yanked you closer by your hair. Her face was so close to yours you could feel her breath on your face.

You glared at her before you could stop yourself and that look was back. It was like she was completely smitten with it, with you.

"When you see me... really see me... I can't stop myself. It's so... wonderful. I've been empty for so long, but that fear in your eyes... How much you just despise me... Your smiles and laugh, all of it's a part of you."

She leaned to whisper into your ear. It sent chills down your back.

"Little pieces of you filling up that empty space... You can't take it away from me again..."

Her long, dark hair spilled onto your shoulders, it smelled like your shampoo. You close your eyes, tucking your chin into your chest in a desperate attempt to pull away. It was all too much.

"No... no, please. Don't..." You could hear her plead, her voice wavering with fear and desperation so intense it haunts you. "Love me, hate me, anything! Just don't look away. I can't go back to how it used to be... Please..."

You open your eyes again, afraid what would happen if you didn't. She smiled, it seemed so sweet and gentle, coldly contrasted by the knife in her hand.

"There you are..." she let out a little gasp, pressing her forehead to yours. "I don't really want to hurt you, I promise. I'd be... all alone again. Everything about you... good or bad, it's all so, so precious to me..."

She kissed between your eyes, her lips lingered there too long. Your face felt warm, the fear in your gut was getting entwined with something else... Your thoughts were jumbled, all of it was too much. She sat up, looking down at you... Something about all of it, how close she was... her warmth, her words... She had a hold on you, and you didn't know what you wanted to do.

"I can be anything you need me to be."

She brought your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, all the while staring into your eyes. There was a devotion there that you'd never seen in your entire life. You couldn't breathe.

"Just..."

The knife pressed under your chin to lift it, but your gaze was already locked with hers.

"Look at me."

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shout out to @magical-grrl-usami who wanted to be notified when part 2 came out, hope you like it :o

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casualnightmares140 · 5 months

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I want him to pat his lap and tell me to come here. "Awe, is my babygirl stressed?" Like a good little girl, I'd come over and sit on my daddies lap, nearly bouncing out of my skin with all the energy. He'd reach into his pocket and flick open the switch blade, not missing the hitch in my breath as it clicks open. Holding my wrist, palm up, he'd gently press the blade into one of the fingertips of my right hand. He'd chuckle softly at how my cheeks flush at his choice. I won't be able to avoid noticing the little marks on my dominant hand that he's left. He knows I'll be distracted by them till they are healed up. Pinching at the skin till droplets of blood well up before I hold my hand up to his mouth so he can suck on the digit. Whimpering softly at the sting as his tongue runs over the cut, not more than a centimeter long. He'd hold the knife up to my mouth, the blades edge away, for me to lick over the flat of the cool metal to keep it clean. He'd take his time with the other four whispering filthy things in my ear, slowly licking them clean, then pinching so a few more beads drip out. Stopping every once in a while to scratch at my scalp lightly, smiling as my head rolls back. He'd barley brush his fingers behind my left ear at the base of my skull to feel the little scar concealed in my hairline. A small circle with a tiny heart in the middle. He knows it would drive me crazy not getting to taste. We both know he won't give me what I really want, so I'll beg for a kiss instead, hoping to catch the lingering taste of copper on his tongue. Never mind how hard he is under me or how soaked my panties are, but my thoughts would finally go quiet, and daddy would be happy because he knows how hard it is for his princess to relax, so anything he can do to turn those thoughts off for his little girl, he'll do.

oh... but on the other side...

I want my pretty boy to crawl up between my legs and look at me with those sweet puppy eyes he knows I can't resist. Beg me to come play with his cock. Tell me how badly he wants to please me while he fidgets with his collar, looking up at me. Well, I can't resist my puppy when I know he's always so obedient, can I? He'll crawl into bed, lying on his back, so I can cuff each limb to a bedpost. I'm sure my pet would be confused about the cuffs over the rope. "But mommy, I thought you liked the ropes more." "I do, baby boy, but I think you'll appreciate not having any rope burns later." Those sweet eyes, tinged with fear, would look at me as he said thank you. All good dogs know how to behave for their master, or mistress, after all. I'd trail my hands up and down his body, smoothing over all that bare, gorgeous skin. He'd make such pretty noises as I tweak his nipples, licking and nipping at them till his cock leaks for me. Bucking those hips up into my hand, trying to get more friction against that pretty cock of his while he whines like a needy slut. Edging him, playing with just the tip, rubbing till it's too much. Smoothing my hands up his sides to help him calm down a moment before ducking down to take that perfect cock into my mouth, pulling off to laugh as he fights to not fuck my mouth. "Doll, you know how this works; you can't cum till you cry for me. I want to lick up those pretty tears off your soft cheeks, baby boy." I know I wouldn't have given him enough for it to be too much yet, but those damn puppy eyes. I'd finally shuffle up the bed to kiss my sweet pet while lazily stroking him. Whispering reassurance into his ear, telling him to beg just a tiny bit more for me. I might be trying to break him, but I'll crack first because I'm impatient. I want to see my pretty plaything cry when I get him just close enough. I'll kiss his cheek one more time while I mumble comforting words into his warm skin. Finally, a few tears 'll slip, and I'll watch in awe as they trail down his cheeks. I'll lean forward to lick them up before they can drip down onto the bed. I hate to waste things. Those teary eyes pleading with me for permission. I still haven't said the words, and I see the moment of panic across his face as I work his cock to milk him dry. Cooing softly as he fights against the cuffs, crying harder as his cock becomes overstimulated. Rubbed raw from all the teasing. "I know hun wasn't very fair making you cum like that," I'd say, watching the tears flow while I wipe my boy's cheeks. Maybe I'd let him cum again to make up for it when he's punished later.

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