Hear me out, the yandere ghost of a patient who perished in this cursed hospital x overworked nurse reader who's too damn tired to care anymore.
The vengeful apparition is shivering in anticipation; it has been stalking you adoringly for months, ready to pounce at the right moment. It can already see it: you'll scream and flail your arms as its pale, drained visage observes with mockery and indifference. Oh, you'll be so terrified once you walk through this door.
"I'm here," it almost croaks, a cold fog shrouding the morgue.
You stop in your tracks, lunchbox dangling from your fingers.
"Well, then, clock in. Why're you telling me?"
You slam a keycard in its translucent hands, then march away, angrily mumbling to yourself.
"Can't even have one moment alone. In the damn morgue. Guess I'll eat in the toilets, or something."
Somewhere in the abandoned bathroom stalls, a mischievous spirit snickers to itself. Someone is approaching rapidly, and it itches to instill some terror.
Suddenly, the door rattles from several punches landing against it. The devilish ghoul is startled.
“If you got time to laugh, you got time to look after patients,” you shout. “IV change on floor two. Hurry up, I’m about to eat.”
Accidentally bumping Ghost's car and paying for the damages... in the backseat
cw: MDNI, smut, it happens exactly what it says in the title, yandere Ghost at the end
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You were really paying attention to the road, you swear, but after missing an exit and then trying to suddenly turn and that's how you bumped into the car of some scary looking guy wearing a black surgical mask and a mean look in his eyes. You got out of the car apologizing profusely and offering to pay for the damages knowing full well there's barely a four digits number in your bank account and it's just the first week of the month. Judging by his unconviced stance he seems to know that too so he offers you a deal: let him have a shag in the backseat and all is forgotten.
At first you're a little insulted and think about telling him to go fuck himself, but seeing the damage on both cars and remembering the pile of unpaid bills on the kitchen counter makes you hesitate. Of course the bastard notices it, a pleased grin as he lowers the mask under his chin, eyes going up and down your form. Suddenly you feel exposed, like he can see through the layers of clothing. Pink scars are scatterd around his face, some older than the others, one going over the right corner of his lower lip somehow making his smirk wider. There's a pair of dog tags peeking from under his black shirt, cargo pants a little low on his lips, his hands in his pockets, bulging arms that might do something to your wired brain.
He is just your type and it's a one time thing, you get out of paying for his car repairments and fucking an atractive, if a little intimidating guy. Finally you timidly ask him if he can give you his id to take a photo and send it to a friend as a safety precaution, surprisingly serious he nods and gets out his wallet. Handing you the id, quickly taking a picture, the name "Simon Rilley" and his picture with a buzz cut stay in your head. Giving him back the id and looking around nervously you ask:
"So... where should we... you know?"
"This is almost a dead end, I can move my car to the left behind those trees. Getting cold feet, love? "
"No, no, it's fine."
A little stiffly you follow him to his car, muting any signal alarm of stranger danger in your head, as he sets his hand on the small of your back gently guiding you. The heat radiating from his hand goes up and down your spine, a pleasant and comforting sensation. He pins you against the door of his car with one hand, holding you chin with the other:
"Care for a little kiss, love? Or is the big guy too ugly for you?"
A little sad about the way he self-deprecates himself like he's used to thinking about himself as undesirable, you take his face with both hands and gently kiss him. He seems surprised for a second, but quickly starts reciprocating, soon teeth clashing and a warm tongue licking around and lightly sucking your own. Your hands wonder through blond hair as his own are busy grabbing and holding your hips, the few days stubble on his chin ticklish against your cheek. A groan comes from Simon's throat and a desperate and pleading look into his eyes as if expecting you to change your mind after seeing his greed.
There's the feeling of a bulge against your thigh and visible through his jeans, but still he doesn't attempt to do anything more. With a sourge of unexpected confidence you grab his hand and pull him closer, that seems to be all he needed as one of his hands goes up under your shirt, caressing smooth skin, pinching meanly here and there.
"Um... let's get inside..."
"Simon."
"What?"
"Want to hear you calling my name, love"
"Why don't you make me?"
At that a pleased grin streches over his face as he opens the car door and gets the seat all the way down. He looks expectantly, widening his legs to make room on his lap, taking one more look around to make sure no one is around you get in the car stradling his lap. He pulls you into another kiss, greedy hands grabbing at your hips as the feeling of the bulge underneath is getting harder to ignore. Without meaning to your hands go through his hair pulling at the nape, a satisfied groan comes out of his throat encouraging you further, his hips bucking up to get more friction. Finally pulling out of the kiss, a strand of spit still between the two pairs of lips, both of you trying to catch your breaths.
As your hands go towards his zipper, head spinning at the thought of indulging more into him, he stops you:
"You sure you want this, birdie? Can back out if you don't want to, no need to pay for the car, it was a piece of junk anyway."
Despite his words, there's a pleading look in his eyes and the contours of his bulge still under your fingertips. Smiling you give him one more small kiss before pulling his zipper down, there's already a wet patch on his boxers and the sight makes him blush a little self-consciously. You can't make fun of him as your underwear is no different, wanting to get rid of the material stuck uncomfortably to your folds.
Gently lifting your blouse and bra, nipples peeking at the cold air, Simon lets out an appreciative grunt at the sight, cradling one into his hands while sucking the other and gently biting it. He smiles cheekily at your pouting face as purplish marks start blooming onto your chest. Wanting to get back at him you start kissing his neck, pulling the collar of his shirt sucking skin, biting here and there and then licking over the tender skin, the tips of his ear getting redder by the second.
Getting his cock out of the soiled boxers you're met with the sight of an angry red tip with pearls of precum. Grabbing his lenght you feel him stiffen under your fingertips, smearing his precum and pulling your hand up and down as Simon's fingers grip your hips almost bruisingly, hissing and cursing trying not to finish too fast. His hands stops you right before he could finish, breathing heavily as he gently lays on the backseat and removes your pants.
"Your turn, love, it's not fair to let you sit in wet panties while I enjoy myself."
You think you see him pocketing your panties but before you could think about confronting him his head is between your thighs and like a starved beast who found himself in front of a feast he starts lapping at your folds, tongue going over your clit and teasing it. Mind's getting fuzzy as he lifts your legs bringing your knees to the chest, making space to himself, thighs trembling against his head. Soon he adds a finger prodding at your entrance feeling you getting tighter:
"Love, let me in, gotta strech you out a little, don't want to hurt you."
"Simon, don't be mean..."
"Oh, so now the birdie's singing my name?"
"The birdie is gonna rip off your dick if you don't..."
And right at that moment he finds the place that makes your mind like cotton candy, abusing it relentlessly as his tongue sucks on your clit. Before long there's that familiar feeling building up inside you, getting to a crescendo and then letting go, Simon happily drinking in your juices. Trying to regain your breathing, you see him lifting his head, chin glistening and a satisfied grin on his face. He gets closer until your lips are meeting, tasting yourself on his tongue as he lightly bits your lower lip:
"See how sweet you taste, love?"
You hum a little absentmindetly, feeling something hard nudging at your thigh and almost unconsciously you bring his lenght closer to your entrance, encouraging him to get in. He looks one more time at you to see if you changed your mind, but you just want him closer, filling you up and he does just that. Pushing in slowly inch by inch, cooing in your ear as he moves the hair sticking to your temples and kissing you slowly. The vein on his cock drags over your walls as nails drag over Simon's back leaving long lines against his skin. He draws his hips back and then pushes them back again faster, plunging himself deeper with every thrust, the head of his cock bruising against your cervix.
"Simon..."
"I know, love, I'm right behind you."
You cry out at the feeling of another orgasm, your walls squeezing him further and after a few more thrusts he's already spilling inside you, muttering curses all the way through it. Basking in the afterglow you feel Simon's bulging arms bringing you to his chest, a hand petting your hair and unconsciously you nuzzle into his palm. Staying like that for a while with him still inside you, a hand absentmindetly drawing circles around your lower back. Finally he says:
"Let's grab a cuppa and then I'll drop you home, love."
"What about my car?"
"Calling a friend to tow it to his shop."
"But..."
"Free of charge, don't worry about it."
You want to argue, but the tiredness of the day finally gets to you and any sense of self-preservation is thrown out the window yet again. As you're dozzing off in the passenger seat, his jacket ever your shoulders you fail to realise how he still didn't ask for an adress and just started the car, the familiar location already in his GPS history.
Thinking about retired John with a younger wife, and he just can’t keep up or keep it up with sex, his hips hurt and he find it humiliating how fast he comes or that he just can’t finish. S/o is sweet about it, kissing his cheek and comforting him but he knows his pretty girl has need and he’s not taking care of them it eats at him, so he enlists some help.
he knows his sweetheart would never do anything with, or ask for another man. just go on, happily neglecting herself:(
He doesn’t know if he should ask Simon, he’s big and mean and he’s not sure if your pretty pussy needs that right now. of course it would be a pretty sight to see simon fucking his sweetheart, have them on all fours, trembling nearly ruined. John could already see the tears, he could ever be that mean to his girl:( he'd love to see it though
Johnny is similar, but less mean and a bit too freaky for right now, he’d love to watch the Scot wreck you, love to lap up your cunt and wanted to hold you still while you squirm but still a bit intense when the two of you hadn’t fucked in months and Johnny was always introducing him to the kinkest shit and its just too much to start with.
Kyle though? Perfect. Simon and johnny were takers but Kyle? He’d give you want you want and need, he'd bring you to tears and kiss them away, he was able to give you what you need and be gentle about it and of course more than happy to help!
the two other men are jealous to say the least, simon's known you the longest and John used him to protect you more than a few times, in fact the way simon looks at you is what sparked the idea:(
johns a proud man and loves showing you off, and it started innocent enough, it just escalated but John sure you'll love it
Platonic Yandere! Dinosaur Hybrid! 141 x GN! Dinosaur Hybrid! Reader
Wordcount: 3573
Part 2
AN: I’m still stuck in the dinosaur mindset. I haven’t seen anything like this so I felt a deep need to do it myself. Here's the platonic yandere 141 fic that was requested by @shycreatorreview! Much praise and many thanks to the wondrous @luckyfools for beta reading!!!!!!!
TW: Mentions of war & past violence, unintentional neglect, very light gore, a lack of boundaries, Simon being a little creepy, very mild yandere behavior, infantilization
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The first time you saw the team that you were assigned to work with, you almost bolted. Despite the comparatively lower dinosaur DNA content in your genome, you were still a Zuniceratops hybrid and therefore a prey animal. Cute little rounded nub horns poked out from your hairline and the green tail with a cream colored underside that extended out behind you was unarmored. You had a few patches of green scales on your limbs and back, and the patch on your chest was more of a cream color like the underside of your tail, but there was nothing particularly intimidating about you. Due to your small stature and lack of a nose horn compared to other Ceratopsian hybrids, most hybrids simply assumed that you were a very young triceratops hybrid.
Price was both the most unnerving of the three dinosaur hybrids in front of you. He had horns on his forehead as well but also a smaller horn on the bridge of his nose. You were much more eager to approach him than the rest of the team until he opened his mouth to greet you, exposing the sharp teeth that made your blood run absolutely cold.
“Welcome! I hope the journey wasn't too rough on you. I know the roads that lead to the base can be a bit bumpy.” He said with a warm smile. His British accent would probably be comforting if you hadn't had nightmares as a calf about hybrids that look like him.
You had heard about hybrids like him. He was a Ceratosaurus hybrid. Your mother had warned you when you were young about the dangerous hybrids that had horns like an herbivore and still ate meat. It was so uncanny to see in person. You had always thought that they were just stories meant to scare naughty calves into staying within the herd. You just stared up at him for a moment before realizing that he was expecting a response.
“It was… It was fine.” You said quietly, doing your best to be polite about shrinking away from him. You didn't want to make him angry or make him think that you would be a nice meal if he were to get hungry.
You didn't even notice the massive Gorgosaurus hybrid behind you until you felt him sniffing your shoulder from only an inch or so away. You yelped and then instinctively went into attack mode. You turned around and lowered your head, launching yourself at the carnivore hybrid. Your little horns didn't do much as you harmlessly bounced off of his stomach and fell on your butt. You huffed and glared up at the man, doing your best to puff yourself up and seem intimidating.
It obviously didn't work when he simply started laughing at you. It started off as a deep chuckle before the man hunched over, shaking with rough and unused sounding laughter. You stared at him and just looked horrified. You were raised in a herd of mostly Ceratopsian hybrids with a few other herbivorous hybrids and it was extremely unnerving to you to be around hybrids that made your instincts scream at you to run away as fast as you could.
The hybrid you were staring at looked like a nightmare to you. You couldn't see the sharp teeth in his mouth that you knew were there thanks to his freaky looking mask but you could see the body shape of a theropod hybrid and the long and impressive rusty orange and grey tail behind him. You quickly got to your feet, not wanting to let yourself be seen as weak. You turned your head to see the other three hybrids looking stunned by the way that the largest one was acting.
You looked between the man and his teammates for a bit and just seemed absolutely clueless. You took the opportunity to observe features of the other two hybrids. One had darker skin and surprisingly kind brown eyes for a carnivore. His jaw was slack and you could see the sharp teeth inside his mouth. You could see his deep green tail and more narrow theropod hybrid body type. He seemed a bit more easygoing than the rest of the team but every bit as dangerous. He was clearly an Allosaurus hybrid. It made sense. Allosaurus hybrids were known for working well in groups.
The other was a bit more scary to you. He had shockingly blue eyes and though his smile was filled with fangs, you could see that he was hiding some terrifying intelligence. He had a few patches of feathers on his exposed skin and his tail was covered in feathers as well. You had heard stories about his species from a scarred up old triceratops bull hybrid when you were younger when you asked questions about the civil war that led to herbivores like you having your legal right to not get eaten alive recognized. You remember the anxious look in the old bull's eyes as he told you about the hybrids that were the scariest. They were smart, fast, agile, aggressive, practically bred for war, and the reason that he had almost died more than a few times. The hybrid in front of you was a Utahraptor hybrid.
You shuddered.
This introduction was already making you consider quitting and going back to your herd.
After the captain gave the proper introduction to each of your new teammates, Johnny slung an arm around your shoulder and began talking a million miles a minute at you. You thought you were going to faint. As an incredibly social species of hybrid, he was trying to establish a pack bond with you but all he was accomplishing was scaring the absolute life out of you. Your face was pale and you could barely understand what he was saying. You just nodded along as he told you about how nice the grass and trees are on the base and how he was sure that you'd love working with them.
You had been hired to work with the team to manage the logistics of their missions and order the things that they needed on base. You were dreading the idea. The college that you went to had an almost entirely herbivorous student body. Your eyes were wide as you were paraded around the base like you were the most important being alive. You weren't a big fan of all of the attention that you were getting and the way that the soldiers outside of the team stared at you like you were literally a piece of meat.
During dinner, you were seated between Kyle and Johnny. You kept your eyes on your plate, uncomfortable with the sheer amount of meat on the rest of the team’s plates, and picked nervously at your salad. You weren't exactly thrilled when one of the cooks presented you with it, happily exclaiming about how she had personally made it for you and how she was happy to finally be able to prepare food for an herbivorous hybrid. You grimaced when you saw that the majority of the salad was composed of grass clippings, something that you couldn't actually eat. That was how you figured out that you were the only herbivore on base, which explained the looks that you were given by the soldiers passing by and eating in the cafeteria around you. It was a very real reminder that you were potentially in grave danger. Even if you weren't attacked, there's a chance that you would starve if you got hurt and couldn't get your own food.
You tried not to think about it as you sat quietly and continued to listen to Johnny happily chattering at you. You picked out the more desirable vegetation in the salad like the pine needles and fern fronds and ate that instead. The majority of the grasses on your plate went uneaten and you didn't catch the concerned look that Simon had on his face as he watched you.
“You know, Simon must like you. I've never seen him laugh that hard before.” Johnny said after taking a rare break to breathe.
Simon simply grunted. You had only known him for a few hours but you already understood that he mostly kept his thoughts to himself. He simply kept eating and the sound of him crunching down on one of the bones to get to the marrow made you feel sick to your stomach.
“I didn't expect him to be there.” You murmured before taking a bite of one of the small fern fronds on your plate.
“Ah, no one expects Simon. He's good at that.” Kyle chuckled.
After dinner, you were brought to the team’s quarters to get settled in. There was a small kitchen and a main living area with a giant nest filled with blankets and pillows. The walls were covered in open storage with an empty space, presumably for your things. You were shocked by the formatting of the room.
They used almost the same sleeping structure as your herd.
Oh no.
Once you were done putting your possessions away, it was time to sleep. You had done your best to sleep on the outer edge of the bed but it was clear that the team had done their homework on that aspect of your behavior. They knew that Ceratopsians like you needed to be in some kind of herd structure to feel comfortable and Johnny had literally dragged you into the pack’s cuddle pile by your tail. You had struggled for a few seconds before realizing that you really couldn't get away. The Scotsman's arms were firm around you as he hugged your front to his chest, carefully tucking your head under his chin, and Kyle was eager to snuggle up with your back to his. John was curled up against Kyle and eventually wrapped an arm around him as he rested, unconsciously wrapping his hand firmly around your forearm.
You didn't even realize that Simon was behind Johnny until you looked above Johnny's head. You yelped and immediately tucked your face back into Johnny's chest. You were so afraid that you didn't notice the smiles on each of the men's faces. To them, you looked, acted, and sounded like a rambunctious hatchling.
You didn't sleep that night. You were convinced that the moment you closed your eyes, you would get a bite taken out of you. You didn't have a frill to protect your neck like some of your siblings and you cursed your genetics for not granting you more protections against predators. The most comforting thing about that night was Price’s loud snoring. The other three snored a bit while they slept but it was nice to know that Price was definitely not conscious enough to attack you while your back was turned. The entire night, you just laid there with a rumbling stomach and a fear that left you almost paralyzed.
In the morning, the team very reluctantly let you go to get ready for the day after an ordeal of a morning bonding routine. They had begun gently grooming each other and also you, much to your dismay. Even Simon joined in. You squirmed and squeaked as they carefully cleaned up your scales and nuzzled against your skin like you were a new hatchling. It was humiliating. You hadn't been treated like this since you were a calf. You tried headbutting John to get him to stop trying to polish your horns but all it did was make him smile. He got up onto his knees and gently started locking horns with you, clearly trying to play as he easily matched the force you used to push him. He looked absolutely delighted that you were trying to play with him. That was even worse. They were treating you like a kid instead of an adult.
You went to get ready in the bathroom after your hour of coddling once you gathered your clothes and the necessary supplies. Once you were dressed, you examined the bags under your eyes with a grimace. You were going to have to get something to add to your skincare to look a little more alive in the future if you had to keep dealing with this. You were still peering into the mirror when you caught the tail end of a conversation outside of the door.
“--like a little tiny hatchling!” You heard Johnny exclaim excitedly.
“Calm down. They need some time to breathe and get comfortable with us.” Simon said sternly.
“He’s right, Johnny. It's not like they're going anywhere. We knew that they'd be a bit skittish. Be patient.” Kyle muttered.
“Aw, it's hardly fair. They're so cute and I can't handle it! I just wanna keep ‘em with me forever. Did you see how cute they were when they were scared of Simon? Such a precious little thing. They look like a wee little bairn with those little tiny horns!” You heard Johnny say, entirely ignoring Simon's words. You could practically hear the eye roll from Simon.
“They're plenty cute but the poor thing is terrified of all of us. We just need to take it slow and they'll be perfectly happy to be a fully fledged member of the pack soon.” John said sternly.
Your suspicions were correct. They thought of you as a kid. It was honestly insulting. You had a degree and were perfectly qualified to do your job, which was to take care of them instead, and they were ignoring it. You huffed. Ceratopsian hybrids were known for their stubbornness and assertive tendencies and you were no exception. You were afraid of them but that wouldn't stop you from setting boundaries and getting what you needed. You wouldn't quit. You walked out of the bathroom and approached John, watching the rest of the team fall silent as they were interrupted.
“Excuse me but do you know where I could find some ferns and maybe cycads or conifers? I couldn't eat most of my dinner yesterday. I know the cook had all the best intentions but I couldn't eat most of the salad she made for me. It's a bit of a myth from the war that all herbivores just eat grass and I don't want to get sick.” You said politely to John. You were trying to be confident but you were quite literally shaking in your boots.
John's eyes went wide and the rest of the team had a similar reaction. They hadn't even realized that you were going hungry for a reason. They had simply thought that you had eaten on the way to the base. Only Simon has wondered earlier if you didn't like the food that you had been given.
“You… Can't eat grass…?” John repeated hesitantly.
“No. It was a rumor spread to make herbivores starve when taken captive and to make us sound like ungrateful morons.” You stated bluntly, emboldened by the other hybrid’s hesitance.
John felt horrible. He had let his new subordinate go hungry because he didn't actually know how to take care of them properly. He genuinely had thought that you just didn't feel hungry.
He was about to respond when Gaz cut him off.
“Oh, I know a spot! It's down by the lake. We can all keep watch while you graze. I read online that herbivores feel more comfortable when they have someone watching over them. Would that be okay?” Kyle suggested warmly.
Kyle was automatically your favorite now. He wasn’t nearly as scary and touchy as the rest of them and he was way way more considerate of your needs.
“That would be great. You're a lifesaver, Kyle.” You said earnestly.
If you were paying more attention when you were being led by Kyle to the lake, you would've seen the jealous looks being sent at him by the other hybrids, especially when he gently touches your shoulder to point out a bird native to the area. You also would've seen the smug look that he sent to the rest of them. Despite Kyle's seeming gentleness and kindness, he was still a carnivore like the rest of them and he still had the same instinct to protect and care for his pack.
The lake was surprisingly beautiful and the vegetation was lush and tasty. You absolutely stuffed yourself with the tender leaves and shoots all around, much to Kyle's delight. It was a very tasty breakfast and it reminded you of home, in a strange way. The team kept their distance and simply watched you eat your fill. John left for a bit but came back after about half an hour. At one point, a Carnotaurus hybrid began curiously approaching you from behind and it must have seemed a bit too aggressive to Simon. He snarled and let out a roar so terrifying as he charged at the other hybrid that your knees buckled and you were pleasantly surprised that your pants remained unsoiled when you finally regained your footing.
He didn't say anything to you after he had chased the other soldier away but he checked you over and stayed much closer to you while you ate. That made you a little more nervous and as a result, you moved from plant to plant at a quicker pace.
Once you were done eating, you were absolutely exhausted. You went down to the edge of the water and quietly began to drink. Johnny's eyes absolutely lit up. He may not be able to share a kill with you but he could drink with you. He knelt down next to you and carefully began drinking the water as well as his broad shoulders brushed yours. You started to get a bit extra nervous but shifted to the side a bit to make more room for him before going back to drinking. Johnny seemed to figure that you were just making room for your new best friend and shifted towards you again. He seemed content once your shoulders were brushing one another's once more and you just gave up. You were tired and full and the sunlight was comforting on your skin.
After you were done drinking, the team led you to the cafeteria so that they could eat their breakfast as well. You didn't get as nauseous this time when they ate their meat and the chef didn't make eye contact or try to speak to you this time. You sat and looked sleepy as they ate and Johnny once more began talking your ear off. He talked all about how happy he was that you were fed and that you were adapting so well to having a pack. You were tired and feeling a bit more affectionate than usual so you decided that bonding with the team a little might be a good idea.
You leaned up against Kyle as he ate and he looked stunned. He put a brotherly arm around you before quietly going back to eating. The rest of the team seemed absolutely shocked. It was the first time that you had initiated any type of physical contact with any of them and Johnny was especially jealous. He desperately wanted to be the one to take care of you the most and get snuggled in return.
After a long day of carefully learning your responsibilities, which, to be entirely frank, weren't many due to how self-reliant the team was, you were guided back to the team's room. You were much less hesitant to lay in the giant bed with the team that night. They had all been doing their best to make you comfortable and they were thrilled to reap the rewards.
You settled in and paused when this time, it was Simon and John that stepped in to cuddle you. You cautiously watched them and seemed a bit worried as John pulled you closer to him. Before it was time to snuggle, it was time to bond once more. He leaned forward and gently headbutted your head. He locked his much more impressive horns with yours again and gently started to push against you. You instinctively began pushing back against him as your tail swayed behind you.
“C'mon kid. We've gotta get your energy out. We want you to sleep well tonight.” John whispered to you.
All of the sudden, you heard Simon growl. You froze and John sat up. You could tell that he had much more dinosaur DNA than most hybrids and definitely more than you have. John raised an eyebrow as Simon carefully took his place and gently pushed his head against yours. You began pushing back against him as his tail stuck in the air. It was clear that it was because of how low he had to bring his head and body to be able to play with you as well. He seemed extremely pleased with himself as you pushed your little horns against him as he snuffled and huffed.
While you and Simon were playfighting, Johnny and Kyle were on their phones. Johnny was taking pictures and videos while Kyle was doing more research on proper care for your species. He had made a deal beforehand with Johnny that he'd send him tips if Johnny sent the pictures to him. John simply smiled and watched his team interact with you. He was pleased with his decision of who to add to the team.
Includes: A little introduction to very pretty and demure yan ghost x gender neutral reader, perverted behavior, mentions of cheating and murder, he wants to be your one and only.
Part two ! ★
Yandere ghost had been alone for five hundred years. He had seen many people come and go, and none of his lovers had last long. They were all peaceful people who accepted death and their untimely demise, and no matter how hard he would beg for them to become a spirit and stay with him—they chose to go to heaven. Yandere ghost was scared to let go. He wanted to be on earth forever.
Yandere ghost had the prettiest hair that rivals the finest silk. Before he had died, he was a paramour. He fell in love with a married woman that made him want to be the best version of himself. He started to learn all the beauty secrets he could, traveling around the globe for the best ingredients for his skincare and hair. He dabbled in makeup, adding a bit of rouge to his cheeks and stained his lips pink. He took care of his body well. He used sugar to wax any hair on his torso or legs, and slathered scented creams he made himself so he smelled rosy. He made sure he would massage his legs and face after he woke up, and put ice on any puffy areas.
Yandere ghost was murdered by his ex-lovers husband. He didn’t like to dwell on his death, and he hadn’t exactly been truthful to you about it as well. He didn’t want you to think lowly of him for being the “other woman” and breaking a relationship apart. But, when he does get unwanted memories from that unfortunate night, he appears in your bedroom. You could feel his presence whenever he comes and goes, his cold hand would gently tug at your blankets, and you shivered as his body slowly sided next to yours. He would play with your pajamas, kiss your cheeks and bite on em. Not too hard, but enough so he could see his teeth marks.
Yandere ghost was grateful that you weren’t creeped out by the sight of him rubbing his cheeks on your inner thigh. He liked resting on your lower half since it was so unbelievably warm. He liked pressing his tongue against the crotch, and he smiled often at the wet spot that usually formed down there. He doesn’t want to be too forward with you, so simple touches like these was all he did. He kissed the fabric of your underwear, trailing upwards to your midriff, and his fingers grazed over the soft skin of your thighs. Yandere ghost was more active during the night time, and he preferred to keep himself hidden from you. Sometimes, he would pop out if you had another man over. His beautiful face would twist into disgust, and for a brief moment, he would reveal the most ugly parts of himself to the man he considered to be “trespassing.”
Yandere ghost was a little mischievous and jealous man. He didn’t like seeing you with anyone else because he had felt like you were the one. Yandere ghost was a man of many talents. He could rip his body into half on command, his intestines hanging like strings, and his mouth could detach from the jaw. He often liked to scare the men by hovering over them, his eyes wide and white without a pupil in sight, and his breath that reeked of spoiled and decaying fish would waft into their nose. If that didn’t work, he would beg them to free him from this house, and scream that there was a curse for any man that stepped foot on this land. He would crawl on the ground, sobbing endless black tears. Every time they would snitch on him… yandere ghost just disappeared immediately. He wouldn’t want you to see this jealous side of him.
[Fast Food Reader glances up at the clock on the wall, counting the seconds between the end of their break and the amount of fries they have left to finish.]
FFR: Hey. C'mere a second.
[The coworker nearby steadily stuffing sugar packs in his pockets drops everything at the sound of their voice - spitting out a mouthful of ice chips as he scurries over]
"Coworker": You rang?
FFR: Here, I'm full.
[FFR offers him a fry. Flustered- his immediate response is to snatch it with his teeth]
FFR: Yeah, that's it. Take it like a good boy.
[FFR pats him on the cheek - shoving the container in his hands as they squeeze past him. Their coworker's pale, frost bitten lips quiver as he watches them leave.]
medic! fem reader x slightly yandere simon riley 👻
summary: Lt. Simon Riley keeps swinging by your clinic... how hard can it be to stay out of harms way? (cw - simon being an implied creep) part 2
word count: idk but its longish
(HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT)
The first time you crossed paths with the masked Lieutenant was under the dim flicker of fluorescent lights as you tended to his wounds. Gruff and wholly unconversational, he just clenched his jaw and sat through the stitches in silence. Didn't even ask for any anaesthetics. When you were done, he simply grunted and palmed the pain meds you gave him before swiftly taking his leave.
Not even a word of thanks. You took a mental note not to dress his wounds as tenderly next time. Asshole.
In the mess hall later that week, you asked Price if he was always 'like that'.
'Like what?' Price asked around a mouthful of food. 'A dickhead?'
Yeah, that was a good way to phrase it.
Price burst out laughing. 'Yeah, love. He's always like tha'. Just how he is.'
Even when you passed him in the hallways, he shoved past like the towering hunk of a man he was. Not even a smidgen of acknowledgement. To anyone else (yourself included), you'd just assume he was the hardened and unconcerned soldier who couldn't give the slightest fuck about the new medic.
How wrong you were.
Simon knew himself well enough to know when he had a problem. Definitely man enough to know he was dangerously obsessed the minute he laid eyes on you. It all went downhill the minute you softly cut away the blood soaked fabric over his stomach, asking 'Does that hurt? Is this okay?'
Thank god he wore a mask, otherwise everyone in 141 would be able to see the furious redness on his face when he passed you.
He knew it was wrong, feeling this strongly over the new medic who was probably ten years younger than him. But the tender way you'd stitched up him up, touched him, set his stomach turning in ways it hadn't for years.
You started to catch onto his strange little mannerisms, over small things.
As one of the few women who worked on the taskforce, you were treated as a kind of honorary darling by the members of 141. When Price or Gaz squeezed past you in the halls, big calloused hands falling on your lower back to get past －
"s'cuse me love", "jus' getting past darlin' "
You could swear you felt the icy stare of his eyes boring into you, daring you to even smile back at those bastards.
You were surprised to see him back in the medical bay after four days, with a nasty gash on his leg.
He brushed you off when you asked about it -
"Bastard scratched me in training."
Fixing him up felt hugely uncomfortable. Firstly, the obvious hard-on straining against his military cargos (which he didn't even have the shame to hide). And if that weren't enough, the intense stare boring through the mask he fucking refused to take off.
Just a part of the job. You did your best to shake it off.
That was until yours things started going missing. Your half empty perfume tester, a notepad, your brand new lacy panties?
You had a cute date lined up and were really going to miss those.
Of course Soap looked at you like you were crazy when you asked if anyone else had the key to your room but you.
"Lass, you don't mean to tell me you've already lost your key?"
"No, no -"
Soap sighs. "Thank yer fucking stars you didn't lose it. Lt. hates when he has to issue the newbies new keys. "
Lt? As in, Ghost?
"Soap, you mean Ghost?"
Soap gave you a long, inquisitive stare. "Ye. You sure you're feeling alright love?"
No, you weren't sure. You power-walked back to your room, your head reeling. There was no way that enormous freak of a man was seriously stealing stuff from your room - most of all panties?!
Entirely lost in your own thoughts you walked head-on into a solid wall of muscle.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry -"
You found yourself apologising profusely until you realised who it was.
Ghost. Towering over you like the righteous piece of shit he was, with that look on your face you were sure was smug (even behind the mask).
"You alright, kid?"
You shuddered, and shouldered your way past him. You were going to start looking for a new job. Anything, anything but this.
Ghost turned and watch you leave, slightly astonished from your frosty reaction. The pretty new medic he thought he was getting along so well with. Whatever. He'd just have to resort to more... overt tactics.
He thought about the little stash he had hidden away in his room. Dirty panties, a bra you wouldn't miss. That little notepad with your adorable doodles. The thought of returning back to them at the end of a hard day made the pit of his stomach warm, and the thick length of his dick stiffen in his cargos.
This was going to be a very long year for you. But for Ghost, its the best his days have looked in a while. Not everyone on base could say they looked forward to getting stitches.
