#yandere lumberjack

[yanderedrabbles]

𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 — 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝟐

Tags: male yandere x fem reader, rescuer who doesn't have pure intentions, implied noncon, 940 words

The getting lost in the woods trope is a classic for a reason. The woods have this way of disarming even the most prepared and clever hiker. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been on these trails since you were a little girl, once you step off the path, the trees and brush swallow every sign of civilization. 

The woods are terrible in their size, too. Start hiking in a direction just a few degrees too north, and you might miss the next trail entirely. Might end up walking for hours just to find yourself deeper in the trees with no way of knowing which way is home.

The woods are terrible, even if you know them well. So just imagine how much worse it is to get lost when you know almost nothing at all about the great outdoors.

Maybe you’re a city girl who thought to get away from the hustle and noise. Or you’re a sweet little thing from the suburbs trying to reconnect with nature. Either way, the sun is close to setting, and you haven’t seen another person in hours. You’ve yelled yourself hoarse and dialled 911 so many times your phone overheated. You’re lost — hopelessly, terribly lost — and you’re sure you'll be dead by morning. 

Weren’t the park rangers always going on about the dangers of exposure? Wasn’t there a cougar sighting near here just a few days ago? You’re a dead woman walking and it’s only a matter of time.

You’ll do almost anything to get out of this situation, and when you see a flashlight cutting through the trees, you’re ready to grab onto your rescuer and never let go.

Except the man who finds you is no rescuer at all. 

He’s tall, and muscled in the way all the best outdoorsmen are. His hands are rough from work, and even though you don’t know much about hunting, you’re sure he’s not supposed to be carrying a rifle that big this time of year.

“Well, well. Seems you’ve wandered away from the trail, cub.” 

His voice is gruff, like he doesn’t talk all that often, and the eyes that run over your body are a strange mix of curious and hostile.

You start babbling without realising; telling him how panicked you’ve been, how no one knows where you are, how you’d do anything to get home and could he pretty please get you out of here? 

He raises a brow — helpless little thing, aintcha? So far out of your depth it’s almost cute.

“Sure thing, cub. I can get ya home.” He smiles, and if you knew anything about animals you would have recognised the bear-like hunger in that smile. “Just keep ahead of me and I’ll take care of you.”

You walk with him towards his truck, following a deer path you would’ve never noticed without him. You’re shivering in your shorts and tank top, and you startle just a little when he shrugs out of his flannel and drapes it across your shoulders.

“You should keep yourself warm, cub,” he rumbles, “It’s dangerous to let the cold get to you.”

When you reach his truck, he offers you a thermos of hot coffee and tells you that this is an old logging road miles away from the nearest highway.

“Not even the rangers come out this deep,” he says. “They wouldn’t have found your bones.”

The thought of how close you were to that reality — bleached bones under the mulch and pine needles — makes you sniffle.

“I’m just so happy you found me when you did, mister.”

He runs his eyes over your body but it’s getting too dark out to notice the way they linger. “So am I, pretty girl. So am I.”

When he takes you to his cabin, you’re so thankful for a hot meal and a hot bath that you don’t notice him locking the doors until it’s too late.

He tosses you onto his bed with your skin still damp from the shower. His belt is unbuckled before you realise what he wants from you, and when you try to scramble to your feet he pins you to your stomach with one massive palm. 

“Is this how you thank me after I save your life, cub?” he mutters, stubble grating against your cheek. “City folk don’t got no manners at all.”

“Please, just don’t—”

“Oh, quit your complaining. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

He’s as strong as a bear, and when he shoves your leg out of the way with his knee there’s nothing you can do to stop him. The cock that nudges your thigh is heavy and warm.

“Stupid little cub, getting lost in the woods. Didn’t no one ever tell you there are predators out here?” He brushes his nose up your neck, breathing deep. “They’d gobble you right up.”

He lines himself up and sinks into you with a slow, satisfied sigh. His cock is a bully of a thing, and no amount of squirming keeps him out.

“Feel that, girl?” He reaches around and presses down on your stomach. “‘Cause I sure can.”

You’re breathless, your fingers knotted so tight in his sheets that your knuckles ache.

“I’m going to keep you, cub,” he rumbles right before he starts thrusting. “Gonna keep you safe and warm and all filled up.”

There are bears in the woods, and mountain lions, and snakes of all stripes and shades. But the greatest danger of them all? Well, he’s got you in his sheets and in his arms. And that’s exactly where you’re going to stay.

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 5th: kidnapping.

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, stalking, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, Yandere stuff.

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It was snowing outside and you were on your way home from your parent's house. Christmas Eve night had gone horribly for you, your sister stole all the attention when everyone was unwrapping gifts, and no one even noticed when you left.

This always happens, I don't even know why I'm surprised?!

As you were thinking to yourself you didn't notice the sharp turn you had to make until then last minute, but it was too late. Your car slid on the ice and into a ditch, resulting in you hitting your head and passing out. When you woke up you were still in your car but your car was turned off.

What happened?

You stumbled out of your car to see the damage.

I'm going to need to call a tow.

As you reached for your phone you saw headlights in the distance before they stopped beside you.

“Are you okay miss?” A large man with a beard asked as he rolled down his passenger side window.

“I…I d..don't know,” you shuddered as you looked around. “I was trying to get home from my parent's house and didn't see the turn and my car….”

You couldn't finish your sentence as tears started coming out of your eyes.

“I’m Cliff, why don't you get what you need out of your car, lock it, and I will give you a ride,” the man said before parking it on the side of the road next to yours. “I’ll help you get your stuff.”

Once you got all your important stuff out of your car and into his pickup truck, you locked your car. As you sat in the passenger seat you felt lightheaded again before passing out. When you woke up for the second time you were in a soft bed with a comfortable blanket on top of you.

Where am I?

It took you a second before you remembered the man who helped you on the side of the road. When you got out of bed and noticed that there was a mirror, this was your first time seeing yourself after the wreck even though your head was wrapped in bandages you were still a mess, your hair was everywhere, and your body had bruises and dried blood. You also noticed that you were wearing one of his shirts.

I should probably call the towing company.

You walk out of the room and are hit with the smell of food, following the smell to the kitchen. When you walk into the kitchen you see the man cooking something that smells wonderful.

“Hey, um I should probably call the towing company and get out of your hair,” you said as you played with a strand of your hair. “Thanks for your hospitality.”

“You can't leave,” he said as he turned around to look at you. “The towing company is closed.”

“Oh, yeah,” you mumbled as you realized it was still Christmas Eve and most places were closed. “Do you know when they will be open?”

“They won't be open tomorrow but they will be open the following day,” he said as he went back to cooking the food. “You will have to stay the night here and in the morning I will pick up your car with my truck.”

“Thank you but I already made you go out of your way!” you said while trying to reason with him.

“It's fine,” he said while taking the food off the stove. “You need to eat, you lost a lot of blood.”

“What did you do with my clothes and stuff anyway?” you ask as you sit down at one of the chairs at the handmade table.

“I put them on the sofa,” he said as he put a plate of food in front of you. “After dinner, if you want to take a shower you can in my bathroom.”

“Okay,” you said as you started eating. “But all my clothes are in my bag and that's in my car.”

“That's okay you can wear the clothes I put you in earlier,” he said while sitting down beside you. “I didn't want you to be stuck in your bloody clothes from before.”

“Thank you,” you said as you continued to eat. “For all you have done for me.”

“It's not a problem dear,” he said before he started eating. “I don't mind.”

After dinner, you took a nice long hot shower before getting dressed in his platted shirt, your underwear, and bra. As you left the bathroom you saw the lumberjack getting ready for bed.

“Sorry, but I don't have a guest bedroom and I don't have any spare blankets for you to use if you sleep on the couch,” he explained while looking at you with a nervous smile. “So we will have to sleep in the same bed.”

“That's okay,” you say as you walk over to the bed. “I don't mind if you don't mind.”

Once the conversation was over you both crawled into bed and fell asleep. When you woke up you noticed that he was still sleeping.

Should I wake him up or let him sleep? I will make breakfast since he made dinner!

You silently got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen so you could start making breakfast. As you were making breakfast you felt two big strong arms wrap around your waist.

“You didn't have to make breakfast,” you heard Cliff whisper in your ear. “I'll go get your car after we eat.”

You nodded your head as you finished making breakfast. Once you two were done eating he left the house. When he came back you saw that your car was in even worse condition than you remember.

“I have good news and bad news,” he said as he walked over to you. “The good news is, that no one stole anything from your car, the bad news is that it's never gonna drive unless you get it repaired.”

“That's going to cost a fortune!” you say as you start crying.

“I know but maybe if you want to stay with me longer I could try to fix it,” he said with a smile. “If you want.”

“I think I should call my mom or something,” you say as you start feeling unsafe. “But thanks again for all your help.”

“You're not leaving,” he said with a straight face. “You can't leave!”

“Cliff..” you start but you don't know how to finish it.

“No,” he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you inside his cabin. “I don't care if I have to lock you in the basement, you're never leaving!”

You looked at him terrified as you tried to get him off you. After a few seconds, you stopped struggling as you realized that you were never leaving him again.