An x reader scenario for Rylee Sinclair, your shy project partner in the new Yandere Otome, Knee Deep! In Love
Your boyfriend Rylee is a sweetheart.
Whenever he’s free, he’ll meet you in the campus square with the promise of a date. He’ll lead your hand away to a secluded area, with a set up of art supplies and an afternoon of sketching.
“Hey, that guy sleeping under the tree might be a good composition to-”
“How about the tree itself? Nature should be observed outside human interference, don’t you think?” Rylee always made you think, moving your attention towards something you wouldn’t have thought of before. Even if you did prefer sketching people, he always encouraged you to practice something you were uncomfortable with.
You being you- were always a little stubborn though. “But the colors! Look- he’s wearing red which contrasts against the green-”
“You want your work to have Christmas colors?” He says it in a tone that’s genuinely curious, but it makes you insecure in your own thoughts. A frown reaches your face, looking away from the scene entirely. Rylee touches your shoulder, moving your attention towards him. “Hey- hey- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to insult you…”
He rubs your cheek with such a soft affection you feel better almost immediately. “I think… I’ll try the tree itself. You’re right… it’s too Christmasy.”
Rylee’s wide grin at your smile warms your heart. You don’t even realize how tight he holds your shoulder.
Your boyfriend Rylee is a welcomed presence in your home.
Of course, Anthony would say otherwise. He was less than pleased when Rylee started coming over. Whenever he’d spend the night, your roommate would retreat to the confines of his room. Whenever you’d see Anthony after, he’d complain that your relationship violated the privacy of your home. He’d complain even more once you rolled your eyes and laughed off his protective nature.
Rylee always seemed jittery whenever Anthony was present. He was particularly touchy, something that never happened in public- always with one hand on your form. Rylee would also turn up his lovey-dovey talk to the max. You thought he was nervous, that he felt the need to ‘prove’ your relationship in front of your roommate- lest he accuse Rylee of playing with your heart.
The sudden tension seemed to disappear entirely once you closed the door to your bedroom, leaving the two of you alone.
“Did you ever think… we could be roommates?” Rylee mentions one day. He hugs the plush bunny on your head, tugging at the ears with nervousness. His eyes don’t meet yours, dancing around the room in anticipation for your reply. “You can move out of here- I could start dorming-”
You only laugh, and his eyes slow down. “Yeah- that would be nice~” You clearly don’t take him seriously.
“I’m serious,” he says. His eyes have been transfixed to the corner of your room, eyes lidding with each second that passes. The pout you’ve always found cute appears on his face.
“I think it’s good we have our distance, you know?” You brush a piece of his hair out of his face, not recognizing the twitch in his eyes. “It makes the time we spend together all the more meaningful.”
He doesn’t reply to that.
Your boyfriend Rylee is adorable.
Milo absolutely hates him.
“Seriously, he’s like a parasite.”
“He’s my boyfriend!” You smack your friend at the side, laughing. He doesn’t find it so funny- taking a sip of his coffee in a judgemental reply.
“And I’m your friend- saying he’s like a parasite. Whatever happened to girl-code?”
“You aren’t a girl, Milo.”
“It’s the principle of things!”
Before you say anything else, your phone buzzes with a custom ring tone belonging to only one person.
“Here we go again-” Milo’s cut off with you answering the phone, ending his sentence with a sassy scoff.
“Hi sugar!” The sweet nickname rolls off his tongue and makes you giggle. Milo gags in reply. “Are you busy?”
Despite Milo mouthing incessant ‘yes’s in your direction, you say no.
“Aaah- great! I’m about to turn in this piece and I need your opinion urgently-”
You brush off Milo crushing his paper cup in annoyance, smiling at him half heartedly apologetic. With a roll of his eyes, he stands up- tired of skipping his shift to talk to somebody too distracted to pay him any mind.
Your days seem to be more and more taken up by the time Rylee spends with you. When you want to study, he’s there. When you’re eating, he shows up with the exclamation that his classes were cancelled. When you’re alone, he’s on your phone, texting or calling you in order to keep up.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because, your boyfriend Rylee was perfect in your eyes.
If only that were enough for him.
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An x reader character exploration of Milo Greene, one of the love interests in the new Yandere Otome, Knee Deep! In Love.
A slap resounds around the room.
You think it hurt you more than it hurt him. Your palm stings as you hold it in the air, frozen in place. But the demon in front of you wears an unfazed expression.
Milo moves and you flinch. You think he’s about to go for the knife laid on the table but he doesn’t. He cups his cheek with his hand and smiles. But it isn’t the soft, boyish grin you grew familiar with. And it isn’t filled with the delusional glee you see in Rylee- nor the nervous placation Anthony shows you. No, he smiles at you with pure, unadulterated glee.
You don’t think you’ve ever been more scared in your entire life. You want to cry before he moves any further. You want to scream to drown out the flashing lights in your head. You want to run before he even has a chance to open his mouth.
He beats you to all of it before you give it a second thought.
“MC…” he grips your wrist so tight you can’t hold in your wince. “Oh you wonderful, wonderful, thing.” Milo brings your hand up to his face, right where you slapped him moments before. “Do that again.”
“W-what?!” You cry out, voice breaking. His curious, bordering on excited tone sends shivers down your spine. It’s like your slap opened an entire new world of possibility to him, and you can practically see the gears in his head turn. Your eyes water with tears, terrified of what he could possibly do next.
He says his next word so, so sweetly. “Again,” He presses your hand deeper into his cheek. Milo’s eyes are dark, but sadly familiar. You wonder how the boy you grew up with, the man you grew to love- became such a disgusting apathetic monster. “Let’s see how far you can go.”
You pull your hand away, holding it close to your chest. You want to cry, to scream, to run. “No! Just- just let me go!” You yell at him, trying to move away from him despite the small distance. It does nothing, but it’s cathartic enough to give your terrified mind some relief. So you keep going.
You scream until your throat is dry. You mourn the loss of your childhood friend. You chastise him for taking you from your home- for chaining you to a chair like some kind of animal. For not even giving you the respect of a response. You want him to yell back- to cry- to do something. At the very least, you need him to feel the same anger, betrayal, and rage that you do.
But Milo just stands there, smiling.
And when he finally, finally opens his mouth- all the confidence and audacity within you instantly disappears.
“If I tried to cut your hand off, how hard would you hit me to get me to stop?”
You want to cry, to scream, to run. And he just keeps going.
“Or if I sliced your achilles heel, would you use your remaining strength to push me away?”
He just.
Keeps.
Going.
“If I gave you the opportunity, would you kill me with your bare hands for your freedom?” He tilts his head, smiling. It suddenly dawns on you that this monster in front of you probably existed forever. That this was the real Milo, and the familiar, comfortable one you knew before never existed in the first place. “Or would you choose to run?”
Milo reaches for the table, grabbing the knife you’ve been trying to ignore. He lifts it between you two and drops it. He’s waiting. Observing. Just to see if you would dare.
“MC.” It weighs you in place like a chain. “I’m going to count to three. Either I get it- or you do.” His smile drops, eyes blank. “Don’t disappoint me.”
You’re frozen in place.
“One,” you want to cry.
“Two,” you want to scream.
“Three.”
You can’t help but run.
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"Again." Sol says, hand squeezing your hips as the other one on your shoulder moves ever closer to your neck. With a sigh, he looks down at your feet. “I told you pumpkin, you need to follow my lead for this to work.”
He’s frowning, as if he has the gall to be upset despite the horrible things he’s put you through to get to this point.
Sol moves again, gracefully despite your stubbornness. His hands are gentle, and they carry your weight through the dance he forces you through. You wonder where hands capable of such horrors learned such a beautiful dance.
His upset makes you angry- furious even. How dare he act like he was wronged when he took you from your home. When he murdered your own beloved. When he collared your neck in a desperate attempt to keep you from leaving.
How.
Dare.
He.
The hand on your hip moves to your right, attempting to lace his fingers through your own to continue the dance. Your attempts at dissociation are futile.
How could you ignore his disgusting fingers tapping on your skin. The way his perverted gaze crawls over your form in a sick attempt at imitating love. The way his body clearly reacts pleased with your forced. submission.
How.
Could.
You.
You've attempted to escape several times before.
When he first captured you, your entire first week was spent crafting a meticulous escape plan. To keep him distracted, you'd crush the sleeping pills he drugged you with in the first place into his drink. Then, you would tie him up using the sleeves of his own clothes. After running for his home- you planned on reporting him to the police, blaming Hyugo as an accomplice because there was no way he didn't know where you were.
You never made it past the front door.
“I’m doing this for us, pumpkin,” Sol bends down, ignoring your tears and terrified whimpers. He moves your hair to the side, smiling softly as if you were a beauty laying in the shining sun. “You just have to calm down.”
You fight back through the gag, thrashing against his touch like it burns on your skin. At this, he frowns, muffling his brows as if it’s just a minor inconvenience in his way. Sol sighs, before a sickening smile comes onto his face.
“Pumpkin~ Pumpkin~” He says, and his hand trails down to your neck, putting pressure ever so gently. “I told you.” His fingers trace against your pulse point, pressing slightly with each sing songy word that leaves his mouth.
You still your thrashing, fear crawling up your spine at the touch of his hand. You look into his eyes. Dilated pupils shining with perversion. His smile twitches with delight. The tips of his ears are colored red as his breath heaves at the sight of you. He enjoys your fear.
“Do I need to remind you just who your husband is, pumpkin?”
You never should’ve given him that stupid nickname.
Your annoyance reaches its height. How could you just let him do this to you? You turn away, causing him to fumble his steps. He lets go of you, thankfully. A foot stands between you two, Sol regaining his bearings as you turn to gaze at the door. You hear him stand up.
"Ah, careful pumpkin-" he says as if it was an honest mistake.
Have his delusions reached such a point that he can't point two and two together?
You refuse to speak, refuse to follow properly, refuse to do anything other that’ll give him the satisfaction of you giving in. You can only imagine his hand is outstretched to you, a lovesick smile on his face as he begs you to fall back into the dance.
Silence is what follows, from you, from Sol.
“Pumpkin?” He says. You hear him walk up to you, body heat emanating the closer he comes. His large arms envelope you from behind and you stiffen up. He’s so tall that he has to bend down to reach your neck, and his lips touch you as he does. “You okay?~” Sol whispers by your ear, a smile in his voice.
He knows you have no choice other than to submit.
But you don’t say anything, instead frowning as you feel him move your body to face him. Sol looks down at you and bites at his lip, smiling at your lack of resistance. “You’re perfect.” He says, plain and simple.
His hands slide down your arms, and he brings his body flush against yours. You feel his heart beating against yours, the outline of the key around his neck pressing mockingly against your form. Once again, Sol intertwines your hands, and sways you to move with his whims.
“We’ll do this every day, okay?” He moves backwards and you can’t do anything but follow. Your footsteps don't feel like your own.
“Until it’s time,” Sol takes one of your hands and spins you around, catching you by the waist before you could stray too far. Every part of your body that he touches feels like it's withering away by the instant.
“And we can dance for the first time with me as your husband~” He muses, pulling you close and kissing at your ear. You feel sick.
“The wedding will be perfect.” You can’t do anything but let him believe.
What else can you do, when anything other than pure submission will result in more and more consequences of his overbearing love?
"Again." Sol says, hand squeezing your hips as the other one on your shoulder moves ever closer to your neck. With a sigh, he looks down at your feet. “I told you pumpkin, you need to follow my lead for this to work.”
He’s frowning, as if he has the gall to be upset despite the horrible things he’s put you through to get to this point.
Sol moves again, gracefully despite your stubbornness. His hands are gentle, and they carry your weight through the dance he forces you through. You wonder where hands capable of such horrors learned such a beautiful dance.
His upset makes you angry- furious even. How dare he act like he was wronged when he took you from your home. When he murdered your own beloved. When he collared your neck in a desperate attempt to keep you from leaving.
How.
Dare.
He.
The hand on your hip moves to your right, attempting to lace his fingers through your own to continue the dance. Your attempts at dissociation are futile.
How could you ignore his disgusting fingers tapping on your skin. The way his perverted gaze crawls over your form in a sick attempt at imitating love. The way his body clearly reacts pleased with your forced. submission.
How.
Could.
You.
You've attempted to escape several times before.
When he first captured you, your entire first week was spent crafting a meticulous escape plan. To keep him distracted, you'd crush the sleeping pills he drugged you with in the first place into his drink. Then, you would tie him up using the sleeves of his own clothes. After running for his home- you planned on reporting him to the police, blaming Hyugo as an accomplice because there was no way he didn't know where you were.
You never made it past the front door.
“I’m doing this for us, pumpkin,” Sol bends down, ignoring your tears and terrified whimpers. He moves your hair to the side, smiling softly as if you were a beauty laying in the shining sun. “You just have to calm down.”
You fight back through the gag, thrashing against his touch like it burns on your skin. At this, he frowns, muffling his brows as if it’s just a minor inconvenience in his way. Sol sighs, before a sickening smile comes onto his face.
“Pumpkin~ Pumpkin~” He says, and his hand trails down to your neck, putting pressure ever so gently. “I told you.” His fingers trace against your pulse point, pressing slightly with each sing songy word that leaves his mouth.
You still your thrashing, fear crawling up your spine at the touch of his hand. You look into his eyes. Dilated pupils shining with perversion. His smile twitches with delight. The tips of his ears are colored red as his breath heaves at the sight of you. He enjoys your fear.
“Do I need to remind you just who your husband is, pumpkin?”
You never should’ve given him that stupid nickname.
Your annoyance reaches its height. How could you just let him do this to you? You turn away, causing him to fumble his steps. He lets go of you, thankfully. A foot stands between you two, Sol regaining his bearings as you turn to gaze at the door. You hear him stand up.
"Ah, careful pumpkin-" he says as if it was an honest mistake.
Have his delusions reached such a point that he can't point two and two together?
You refuse to speak, refuse to follow properly, refuse to do anything other that’ll give him the satisfaction of you giving in. You can only imagine his hand is outstretched to you, a lovesick smile on his face as he begs you to fall back into the dance.
Silence is what follows, from you, from Sol.
“Pumpkin?” He says. You hear him walk up to you, body heat emanating the closer he comes. His large arms envelope you from behind and you stiffen up. He’s so tall that he has to bend down to reach your neck, and his lips touch you as he does. “You okay?~” Sol whispers by your ear, a smile in his voice.
He knows you have no choice other than to submit.
But you don’t say anything, instead frowning as you feel him move your body to face him. Sol looks down at you and bites at his lip, smiling at your lack of resistance. “You’re perfect.” He says, plain and simple.
His hands slide down your arms, and he brings his body flush against yours. You feel his heart beating against yours, the outline of the key around his neck pressing mockingly against your form. Once again, Sol intertwines your hands, and sways you to move with his whims.
“We’ll do this every day, okay?” He moves backwards and you can’t do anything but follow. Your footsteps don't feel like your own.
“Until it’s time,” Sol takes one of your hands and spins you around, catching you by the waist before you could stray too far. Every part of your body that he touches feels like it's withering away by the instant.
“And we can dance for the first time with me as your husband~” He muses, pulling you close and kissing at your ear. You feel sick.
“The wedding will be perfect.” You can’t do anything but let him believe.
What else can you do, when anything other than pure submission will result in more and more consequences of his overbearing love?
To anyone wondering what happened and the aftermath of the no Witnesses ending umm, Sol is obviously mad at Hyugo and vice versa but Sol couldn't bear the pain of not living with the MC anymore so Sol begged Hyugo to slit his throat.
TW: su1cide (Sol asking Hyugo to unalive him)
People were probs confused who killed who so it's Sol > Crowe and Hyugo > MC.
At first, Hyugo didn't want to do it (obviously, they're friends) but Sol didn't keep his end of the deal (and refuses to collaborate with Hyugo afterwards). Hyugo sees Sol as a threat because of that.
And so, Hyugo granted his best friend's last wish with a blank look on his face as he smeared blood once more. His last thoughts were just of frustration, having to clean three bodies now.
Huh? The deal?
What deal you're asking? I don't know either, it's between the two of them anyway. Why should we care?
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Sol being the perfect boyfriend. Is there anything that could be amiss?
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Use of they/them pronouns for reader and no explicit genitalia is mentioned
Pre-established relationship, Sol beats up a pervert in front of you
Sol was perfect, the most incredible boyfriend you could ever imagine having.
From spontaneous dates at cafes or the arcade- where all expenses are covered by him before you could even think about offering your own cash. To the daily meals meticulously home cooked to perfection. Hell, the way his lips would worship your skin in bursts of affectionate kisses never made you feel anything less than a god.
"You're too good for me," you whisper under your breath, tangling your fingers through his two toned hair. Sol embraces you, cuddled up on your couch as a movie you've forgotten about plays in the background.
You feel him smile into your collar, briefly pressing his teeth into your skin before pulling back. The look in his eyes, lovesick to an incredible degree, tells you everything you need to know about the way he feels. "No pumpkin, you're the one that's too good for me."
Before you can protest, he's back on your collar. You yelp at the way he moves your shirt down to gain better access to your skin. His piercing is cold as he moves around, biting and nipping on any surface he can find. Your hands ball in his hair, and you bite back a moan at the way his tongue runs over the curve of your neck. Through whispers under his breath, you hear him muttering praises, a common sound whenever you two are alone.
"You're perfect..."
"Someone like me-"
"I'm so lucky to finally have you..."
"I'll never let you go."
In the heat of the moment, his hand slips under your shirt. And you choose to ignore the implications of his words.
He was perfect, and that word isn't one that should be said lightly. Sol looked at you as if you personally hung every star in the sky. As if you were solely responsible for the sun rising every morning.
As if you were the only thing worth living about in this earthly life of his.
You're in the arcade. You're on the side of a crane machine, peering into the glass as Hyugo tries to control it for success.
"Wait, wait, wait! Move it to the left, you're too far right-" You say, pointing to the spot where the targeted horse plush lays. Sol had gone to the bathroom at the time, leaving you and your friend scrambling as you try to win a plushie for him before he could return.
A fist flies into the air, making contact with a guy you didn't even realize was there. Sol, behind you, heaves from the recoil, glaring down harshly.
"Huh-"
"You... fucking pervert." Sol points down, eyes glowing with fury, hands shaking.
The guy on the floor lifts himself up, and only then you realize a cracked phone lays beside him, open to the camera app. "What the fuck are you-"
Sol bends down, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt. "I saw you trying to take a picture of their behind." The man's only response is a look of horror, realization that he'd been caught.
The bright lights of the arcade and scattered sounds of chatter override any attention that could've been brought to the scene. Sol brings his fist up once more, ready to throttle the man. "Hey, we're in public Sunny." The eerily calm voice of Hyugo slices through the tension, cutting through Sol's anger in a moment of realization.
"I oughta take you outside to deal with your shit-" He bites back, glaring at the trembling man.
"F-fuck this, go have your whore-"
"Don't you dare!" Sol's fist flies straight into the man's nose, pure anger in his gaze. He doesn't stop punching, and you grasp Hyugo's arm in anxiety.
"S-sol stop-" You say, looking around to see if anyone else notices the scene. Hyugo tries to stop him swell, moving forward to try and pry him off. Sol only lashes out, shoving his friend to the side.
"Not yet-"
Despite your pleads, he doesn't listen, punching and beating the man until he finds his punishment fit. When Sol finishes, you're shaking.
He reaches out to you with hands stained with blood that aren't his. When you flinch, his eyes go wide. "I-" He looks to the side, and you can't tell if it's due to shame or nerve. "I couldn't just let the guy go, pumpkin. H-how else do you expect me to react?"
You can't help the way you soften at his words, at the clear realization at what he had done shaking his core. You trust he feels bad, and you step over the unconscious body to reach out to him, hands falling to his shoulders. Hyugo moves behind you, grasping at the body to begin work on manipulating the scene.
You hold him and he all but collapses onto you, cries of shame muffled by your clothing. Blood smears on your back from his hands gripping your shirt.
"I-it's okay," You say, whispering softly into his ear. You put hand in his messy hair, patting it to try and give him some semblance of comfort. With a loud sniff, he pulls away and you expect tears to be running down his face.
The look in his eyes is nothing more than pure adoration and devotion.
He was perfect. From the top of his forehead to the tips of his toes, not a single part about him was flawed.
Not a single part.
His hips slap into yours with a passion you find yourself hard to keep up with. Heaving pants and choked back moans fill your bedroom as you're pushed flushed to the mattress.
Sol's cock fucks into you in all the right places.
Long enough to reach the deepest parts of you. The first time you took him in fully, it felt like ages before he finally bottomed out. Every time you stare at the outline of his bulge you blush knowing just how much of him had been inside you nights prior.
Wide enough to stretch you out deliciously with each collision of your hips. He always had to prep you before, stretching you out with his fingers and sometimes his tongue. Sometimes he'd get you to cum just from the foreplay alone.
Curved in such a way he targets that one spot that makes you curl your toes. As soon as he slipped into you, he wouldn't stop bullying that spot. Every thrust of his hips was more intense than the last, focused on driving you over the edge again and again.
"I- I love you," he moans out, pressing his body weight on top of you. His eyes roam over your pleasure filled face unable to constrain yourself due to just how good he was fucking you.
His hand slips between you, groping any exposed skin he can reach. From the curve of your thighs, to the rolls of your hips, to your nipples that rub against his cotton shirt with every movement.
"I love you-" he says with less shakiness, trying to steady himself despite losing his mind in the way you grip around him.
"My darling, my soul mate, my perfect perfect pumpkin," his rambling words barely make sense to your fucked out mind. He dips his head into your neck, biting down in a way that makes you scream.
Your hands run across his back, grasping at the shirt he's always refused to take off. Through the passion of his thrusts, he pushes your bodies together in an attempt to merge your souls into one.
"Sol- S-sol-!" You cry out his name, pushing his head further into your neck, encouraging the way he marks up your skin with proof of his existence. "I'm close, I'm close-" You chant in between gasps you can't control.
His hand moves to your jaw, gripping it tightly as he continues to lap at your neck. "Come for me darling, prove that you're mine-"
With that, you let go, holding him tighter than ever before as your vision goes white. Sol doesn't let up, continuing to pound his cock into you despite the sticky mess.
"Perfect, so perfect," His hips slow down to give you a brief moment of relief from the stimulation. He breaths in the scent of your mixed sex, going straight to his head as he circles his arms around you. Your brain is too fucked out to hear him, instead focused on leveling your breathing. "You're too good for me pumpkin... Too perfect for someone like me... How could I ever let you go now?"
You were perfect. To him, you could do no wrong. To him, you were all that was right in the world.
And now that he's got you in his grasp, he'd do anything to keep it that way.
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First time writing smut like this... I wanted to show how even getting into a relationship with him, even if everything goes well, there's still that air of obsession and something being wrong.
Might explore the idea more but for now the desire for smut won LOLOL
