I just saw that you write for different -dere types so can I get a yandere Francis Mosses x reader one shot?
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Content warning: abduction
YANDERE! FRANCIS MOSSES X READER ONE SHOT
You were handcuffed on his bed in his dark bedroom. Francis calls them “our”, but you would never dare disrespect yourself by linking some kind of connection between you and him again. He had tricked you. It was all your fault, you should never have trusted him. He invited you over and you accepted, not knowing you were never stepping back out. You thought it was the last breath you’d take, but you were so insanely wrong.
He had been keeping you as some sort of pet. A doll of affection for him to kiss and play with after he was done with delivering milk bottles. You could never have imagined a reality where your tired, but kind milkman, neighbour had in fact been delaying his erotic desires every time he saw you.
You wonder, if you never stepped in, would things be different?
The bedroom door opened and you winced, the whiteness of Francis’ uniform was a blindness to the darkness you’ve adapted to. You don’t know how long you’ve been here, though not a scratch on your body, some on your brain, certainly. The first night was horrific, confronting and spitting at him for deceiving and trapping you. Now that you never worried about him physically hurting you, you only worried about how long it would take before you were free. Monotony has taken over your days. You never thought you would miss going to work, you were probably replaced by now. All you do is just sit there in the dark. Francis has left plenty of things for you to do while restrained, books, the tv remote, but liberation was a no no. He claimed it was because he…”loved” you. What a sick excuse.
"Mmmm pretty (Y/N)..." your neighbour murmured, kissing your lips,"I have your food for you. It’s your favourite.”
"Francis, you've been getting my favourite for a week now." you sighed, the fire of your soul not put out, gazing down at the ready meal on your lap. It wasn't your favourite anymore. It was disgusting, revolting. You can’t believe you have to put another one of these in your mouth,“If you’re going to keep me trapped here, at least let me pick what I’m going to eat.”
"Mmmm you are always asleep before I can ask in the morning…” Francis tenderly explained, scooping a plastic spoon into the food and rose it to your lips.
The sight of it wrinkled your nose. You were going to have to eat it, since if you managed to knock it and spill it onto the floor, Francis would simply clean up and buy a replacement,"You’re sick. You'll never get away with this." the snarl left your teeth, like it has every other night.
Francis lowered his arm, getting the implication you wouldn’t eat just yet,"Mmm… Why do you say that?”
“The police will figure out that you’ve been holding someone hostage here, Francis.” you spat. You hated that man in front of you so much.
A tiny mocking smile sprouted on his lips,“Mmmm you think the police care about abductions when there's dopplegangers on the loose? Besides, you are safe, aren’t you? I haven’t hurt you, you’re fed, no dopplegangers here.”
You would much prefer being murdered by that monster, than rotting with this monster,"They'll care more about a vacant apartment!"
Francis rested the spoon in your food,"No they won't. They'll think you got murdered on your way home and write it off as that."
You were taken aback by Francis’ risible claim on the police's hypothetical actions,"They're not stupid!"
"But they are, sweet (Y/N). How can I leave your safety to such people, mmm? I don't want anything bad to happen to you." he whispered, caressing a cold finger across your cheek again.
He was the bad thing. This physical touch will never silence you,"Someone in this apartment building surely cares! Someone in here must suspect you!” It just felt sad. Had you really glazed over the warning signs?
Your desperation for some kind of outside help was feeding Francis’ own assurance,"Mmmm no... No one suspects the tired milkman to have you here like this."
It was painful to think about all those times you flashed him a smile and said good morning to him,"I trusted you."
"You still can trust me..." he murmured, tilting your head up with both hands under your chin and kissing you on your forehead. A bit of you died with every forceful kiss he placed on you.
"No, I can’t. Not after you’ve done this to me.” you attempted at biting his hand, which he had retracted back instantly,“I’ll make sure you rot in jail.”
Francis hummed,"Mmmm I don't understand what you are complaining about... You get to live without any worries. All I ask is that you love me in return." and he leaned in again to lick behind your ear lobe.
Oh that warm wetness of saliva you never asked for! The disgust never faded away, loudly gagging, screeching,"Love you? Never. You can’t keep someone in your home for the justification that you love them and expect them to like that! This is psychotic behaviour, and I will never accept this inhuman position you’ve forced me into!”
Crisping your disgust, Francis had taken his time sucking near your ear, forcing the back of his twisted head in your sight, how badly you wanted to set it on fire, and only when he was done, he made his answer, face to face,“Mmmm, fine by me. I still have you here, right where I can see you everyday.”
You were the one with steel locked around your joints. Nothing you say corrodes him. You might as well ask for a different meal tomorrow. He agreed.
