Disclaimer: Minors do not interact. None of these works are my own, this is just my masterlist of male yandere content I've personally enjoyed and would recommend. Mostly M4F, except for the games, most of which are M4A. Most of my favorites focus on the horror aspect of yanderes, emphasis on the words sick and twisted :). I think it's fine to like what you like with no explanation needed! You don't need any sort of justification for liking something that's niche or frowned upon -- as long as you aren't hurting anyone else, I see no issue. This is all just fiction :). There are no trigger warnings listed here for the sake of brevity, but rest assured these works contain basically every trigger you could imagine. The authors/creators almost always include trigger warnings in the actual works themselves. These are listed in order of my favorites (within each category).
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Games (most of these can be found for free on itch.io):
My favs!:
Degrees of Lewdity by Vrelnir (text-based RPG porn game, incredibly in-depth with some fun insane yandere characters, my fav is Kylar <3).
wh4t 1 w0u1dnt d0 prototype by s1ckh34d (demo, I love this game!! Daniel might be my favorite yandere character ever. This is very much a horror game. Be warned he is not for everyone).
Particles of Reality by Arewar Games (okay so this game is $30 and it's not for everyone. There are no happy endings. But I loved it. Sebastian especially is a classic super insane yandere, but pretty much all the characters are yandere and the game is intense. Also it has a ton of content, like 30+ hours).
Your Stalker, Jayce Blackwood by P1NK-ANG3L (costs $3. spinoff of the game below. Recommend playing that one first. But I liked this one more cuz Jayce is a lot creepier in this game >.<).
Your Hero, Jayce Blackwood by P1NK-ANG3L (demo, full game will cost money I believe? It's really great and standout for the genre, especially with the 3D models and how freaky he is).
Your Affliction, Lester Diaz by P1NK-ANG3L (demo. There is a free version and a paid version for $7. I played the paid version. Loved it!).
Your Boyfriend by Black Shepherd Games (demo but almost fully released, last I checked costs $1 to buy on patreon).
Black Box LSS -The Merciful Savior- by Fif (demo, this is fantastic!).
Black Box LSS -The Shining Immortal- by Fif (another fantastic game in the same universe as above).
14 Days With You by cutiesai (demo, this is another of my favorites!).
Prisoners by JJ (J3NNN) (this is a complete game with a reserved yandere who is definitely hiding a dark side! It comes out sometimes and I love it cuz he is mostly unsassuming and also he's very cute. Also the game itself is great focusing on a prisoner's dilemma and had me overanalyzing and theorizing about everything, it was a lot of fun!).
Klein by HIMEIRO (demo, really great!).
Your Perfect Boyfriend!! by Yamaim0 (short game but so good!).
Magenta by Finier (great story and worldbuilding in addition to the yandere!).
Loving Decays by linglyum (wow!).
CRACKS Too Late: Frozen by Lamia Willow (demo but has 2/3 endings complete. This one is super bleak and horrifying and I loved it).
We will meet again by Trần Minh Phong (w1wd vibes <3).
The False Sun by Oniray (a complete game with tons of endings and a yandere who pretends to be sweet but is actually violent! I love it).
Otherworld Shadow by DollyDevil (demo).
Maid to be Yours by whatdoinamemyself.
Degrees of Lewdity by Vrelnir (text-based RPG porn game, incredibly in-depth with some fun insane yandere characters, my fav is Kylar <3).
wh4t 1 w0u1dnt d0 prototype by s1ckh34d (demo, I love this game!! Daniel might be my favorite yandere character ever. This is very much a horror game. Be warned he is not for everyone).
Particles of Reality by Arewar Games (okay so this game is $30 and it's not for everyone. There are no happy endings. But I loved it. Sebastian especially is a classic super insane yandere, but pretty much all the characters are yandere and the game is intense. Also it has a ton of content, like 30+ hours).
Your Stalker, Jayce Blackwood by P1NK-ANG3L (costs $3. spinoff of the game below. Recommend playing that one first. But I liked this one more cuz Jayce is a lot creepier in this game >.<).
Your Hero, Jayce Blackwood by P1NK-ANG3L (demo, full game will cost money I believe? It's really great and standout for the genre, especially with the 3D models and how freaky he is).
Your Affliction, Lester Diaz by P1NK-ANG3L (demo. There is a free version and a paid version for $7. I played the paid version. Loved it!).
Your Boyfriend by Black Shepherd Games (demo but almost fully released, last I checked costs $1 to buy on patreon).
Black Box LSS -The Merciful Savior- by Fif (demo, this is fantastic!).
Black Box LSS -The Shining Immortal- by Fif (another fantastic game in the same universe as above).
14 Days With You by cutiesai (demo, this is another of my favorites!).
Klein by HIMEIRO (demo, really great!)
Your Perfect Boyfriend!! by Yamaim0 (short game but so good!).
Magenta by Finier (great story and worldbuilding in addition to the yandere!).
Loving Decays by linglyum (wow!).
We will meet again by Trần Minh Phong (w1wd vibes <3).
The False Sun by Oniray (a complete game with tons of endings and a yandere who pretends to be sweet but is actually violent! I love it).
Otherworld Shadow by DollyDevil (demo).
Maid to be Yours by whatdoinamemyself.
Degrees of Lewdity by Vrelnir (text-based RPG porn game, incredibly in-depth with some fun insane yandere characters, my fav is Kylar <3).
wh4t 1 w0u1dnt d0 prototype by s1ckh34d (demo, I love this game!! Daniel might be my favorite yandere character ever. This is very much a horror game. Be warned he is not for everyone).
Particles of Reality by Arewar Games (okay so this game is $30 and it's not for everyone. There are no happy endings. But I loved it. Sebastian especially is a classic super insane yandere, but pretty much all the characters are yandere and the game is intense. Also it has a ton of content, like 30+ hours).
Your Stalker, Jayce Blackwood by P1NK-ANG3L (costs $3. spinoff of the game below. Recommend playing that one first. But I liked this one more cuz Jayce is a lot creepier in this game >.<).
Your Hero, Jayce Blackwood by P1NK-ANG3L (demo, full game will cost money I believe? It's really great and standout for the genre, especially with the 3D models and how freaky he is).
Your Affliction, Lester Diaz by P1NK-ANG3L (demo. There is a free version and a paid version for $7. I played the paid version. Loved it!).
Your Boyfriend by Black Shepherd Games (demo but almost fully released, last I checked costs $1 to buy on patreon).
Black Box LSS -The Merciful Savior- by Fif (demo, this is fantastic!).
Black Box LSS -The Shining Immortal- by Fif (another fantastic game in the same universe as above).
14 Days With You by cutiesai (demo, this is another of my favorites!).
Klein by HIMEIRO (demo, really great!)
Your Perfect Boyfriend!! by Yamaim0 (short game but so good!).
Magenta by Finier (great story and worldbuilding in addition to the yandere!).
Loving Decays by linglyum (wow!).
We will meet again by Trần Minh Phong (w1wd vibes <3).
The False Sun by Oniray (a complete game with tons of endings and a yandere who pretends to be sweet but is actually violent! I love it).
Otherworld Shadow by DollyDevil (demo).
Maid to be Yours by whatdoinamemyself.
The Freak Circus by garula (demo).
Other games I like!:
Stardew Valley (with yandere mods. You have to buy the base game. You can download a yandere mod for every main love interest and they are all pretty fun, plus a yandere mod that adds an additional character named Mirren The Florist (mod by Specialagentjonson). I also recommend all of loshionbottle's mods. I would recommend modding if you are already a Stardew Valley fan and have played the base game to it's fullest extent. I replayed it with yandere mods and cheats so I could focus on the social interactions more than the farming sim. It's fun to wander around the town and it feels like there's a creepy stalker around literally every corner).
Don't Turn Away by fa8nsik (the game page says it's a demo although it seems complete to me. I think more endings are supposed to be added. It's very similar to w1wd which I love!)
Chromatic Agape by Deniz G. Lerosi (demo, only one yandere character I think? But I sure do like him. The others act yandere but have dubious motives so idk).
Stalk by khywae (full game costs $8).
Incursion by sicfuk.
FaeTrap by Faeelure (demo, it's the type of yandere where you have to make him like you otherwise you're dead, but I still loved it!).
By The Last Petal by Mintychew (a complete game with a cute obsessive yandere! On the tamer side but is nice if you're looking for something sweet and lighthearted with a hint of darkness and of course a healthy dose of obsession).
雨 Rain: Silent Night by Ouji (demo).
Amnesia: Memories ($10, Toma <3).
Bitter/Sweet Blythe by Melancholy Marionette (demo).
Love me dearly by Rainch (best to go in blind with no spoilers).
Our Dollhouse by Floramisu.
OVERD0SE by Mooki !! (demo).
your [REDACTED] boyfriend (short and unsettling I like it!).
Astronought by DeersphereStudios.
CR33P by Frogcake.
Watch The Road by mari (demo).
Sunlit Grove by Bingzi (demo).
Where Eternity Sleeps by livingslime (demo).
To Eat a God by Soffis_mbm (demo).
PRELUDE: Love's Lost Requiem by elduator (demo. I'm actually not sure if he's gonna turn out yandere because the game is still a demo, but I hope so).
Answer Me by Milina Bryce.
Rotten Dinner by wormeow.
ITYH a Horror Otome by Amiralo.
Just Be Patient by HexedHoney.
Charming Beauty by mellow_serene (demo).
Prescription:LOVE by livingslime (demo).
MONSTER X MEDIATOR by HeadLocker (demo, I think 404 is the only yandere, but I love him!).
Milo Gets Silly When He's In Love! by sdf0aabd.
You Make This House a Home by JULIAN (demo).
This Won't Work by vinceakatori (demo).
Domestic Dread by epykslion (demo).
Mushroom Oasis by DeersphereStudios (demo).
TOM by LanaR479.
A DOUBLE SIDED MIRROR by Glass Berry Studios (demo).
Dollhouse Productions by Unknown Hermit (demo).
WebConfessional by Atelier on the Moon.
Welcome, Dear Human (demo, not super yandere but definitely creepy stalker that loves you <3).
Picture Perfect Boyfriend (classic version) by Espoir Du Vide (I haven't played the reboot so idk if it also has a yandere).
Pretty Boy Panic by Bingzi (demo).
Pocket Lover! by Bingzi (demo).
Darling Duality by Melancholy Marionette (demo).
Pulsatio Cordis by Lucia Lily.
Binary Star Hero by CONCRETEPARAISTE (not super yandere, but in some routes for sure).
A Demon's Delight by Noctis (demo, murderporn (heavy on the murder), only has one yandere, but so many choices!).
Manufacture Love by Grimrose Studios (demo).
Garden of Souls by Nox (I think it's a demo? It seemed like a full game to me but the game page says it's a demo).
Happiness Fix by HeadLocker ($1 to unlock nsfw but free without it, this game leans heavy into the horror but not in a gory way just a psychological way. He's definitely an obsessed creep!).
Online Obsession by sourmilk (demo).
Bound By Fate ~ Cursed Soulmates ~ by bigmamafatcat (demo, but it's mostly finished).
Homeostasis by rainyteiproductions (fun post-apocalyptic decorating simulator with a yandere as well!).
devotioncage by yummy.
Rabbits Burn Softly by LemonInk (demo).
The Kid At The Back by by fantasia | TealCat (demo).
Duality by NightmareWeaverz (demo).
Favor by CONCRETEPARASITE (demo, my favorite is actually Alvin the blue haired guy, I want more content of him lol).
Under Your Skin by HelloYinny, Seventh Cat Studios (demo).
Deadly Obsession by Oni Okami (demo, but mostly finished).
A Little Inconvenience by HusbandoGoddess (demo).
YOURS GAME by Distorted Impulse (demo, Your Boyfriend fangame).
Clinical Trial by homie.
There's Always Tomorrow by Calcite Studio (says it's a demo but is actually a complete game, the creator marked it demo cuz they plan to rework it I think).
First Base by Frogcake.
Repair Your Heart by ChickenDev (demo).
Ravenous Hand by sudachys (demo).
Broken Fate by Little Snake Studio (demo).
Envelope My Heart! by miao (super short but good!).
FearBonding by Night Asobu (M4M, fully released but costs money, I have only played the demo so far).
Cinnabar The Eyes That Watch by Tboy_PantieHuffer (short demo).
Shrouded in Your Love by whatdoinamemyself.
He's Just Away by HelloYinny (demo).
See Thru: Need a Friend? by ItsYaBoi (demo).
Sparks Fly by RatNibbles.
A Date With Tantei - REMAKE by Miliina Bryce.
CLOCKWATCHING by TOKIPETAL (very short).
Infatuation Inferno by Punkin Pictures.
How To Break Up With Your Yandere Boyfriend by devilinlovegames (demo).
My Darling by WaterHorseGames.
Kingdom of Marionettes by Thepipiw (demo).
Office Crush Dating Simulator by Rienichii (demo. There is I think only one yandere and he's not one of the main advertised love interests. I'm not sure if any of the others are yandere. There's not a ton of content from the yandere right now but I would love to see more if the game gets updated!).
Home Is Where He Is by echobat (short demo).
Roses and Thorns by LunarMoonStudios.
Blood Soup 2 by Mafer (and honorable mention: Blood Soup, the first game, although the characters aren’t super yandere in my opinion but still creepy and fun. Playing the first helps to understand the second a little better too. Also Blood Soup has an English translation but Blood Soup 2 is only in Spanish).
Circus of Stars by Burnt_bun (demo).
Death and Love by Ash (demo).
Chilling Devotion by Remina (demo).
Lovers Paranoia by Illuscape (demo).
Gentle Fall by Isa, Isa (demo).
Convenient Love by Hexid (demo).
Bad End Prelude!? by heartpunch!.
Your Guardian Angel by KuRu (demo).
Fix Your Social Anxiety Simulator by ParasiteWorks.
Dekiai Heart Candy Kun by bbboxxx.
Symptoms of Deceit by strawberry squid (demo).
Wild Hunger by DupaPawiana (demo).
Please Don't Leave Me Again by Dizzy Ghost Studios (demo but seems complete?).
Beyond The Turquoise Stars by plcma (demo).
Trick and Treat by Stardrop Studios.
Yandere Wonderland by soapinsoup (demo).
Backstage Infatuation by Ive (demo).
Kalopsia: Let's Descend Together by Ray (demo)
Heart Cage by rice love coffee (demo).
Witch's Bound by Purple Sugar (demo).
Invite Me In by squicolas (demo).
The Emo Kid (DEMO) by miles / dex (short demo).
The Stranger from the Bus Stop by Daijubudef.
HeartsNStitches by Cherry (demo).
Perfect Love by C4Game.
Broken Colors by The Ink Room (demo, I haven't actually played it but I watched a playthrough).
Depraved Colors by Mekie (demo, Broken Colors fangame).
Karamu by Chattercap.
Criminally Yours by Meant to Bee Studios, Skywrite Studios (demo).
Boyfriend to Death 2: Fresh Blood by boyfriend-to-death (murderporn. This is the second game in the Boyfriend to Death series. I didn't include the original BTD on this list since it's not really a yandere game, although I did play it and have fun. In BTD2, there is only one semi-yandere character, Ren, and to unlock his route you have to follow these steps, spoiler warning).
Busted Love by LooneyLonelyStudios (demo, this one is definitely more on the kink side of things, but I still found it creepy lol).
Knee Deep (KIDL) by flaming hot lemon (demo).
Forcefully Yours - Riker by fuzzycuffs (demo).
Honorable Mentions:
When The Quiet Falls by fa8nsik (similar to strade from boyfriend to death but this guy's much cuter in my opinion lol. He does have a stalking/obsession angle with you but he's had other victims in the past and if you disappoint him he loses interest. So not totally yandere. But in some routes he seems to be! Also he's very scary and cute so I liked it a lot).
Death By Mixer: Demo 1 by t0talbra1nd3ath (demo. A boyfriend to death style murderporn game. None of the characters are technically yandere from what I can tell but I like to pretend that Efren is because I am absolutely obsessed with him. He acts like a yandere, I just doubt he is a true one).
Big Bad Dogs by spar0w (demo. Biker Boy is a potential yandere. He is very attractive and definitely has some sort of dark side going on but we haven't seen much of it yet so I can't say for sure).
JACKKNIFE by llonelly (demo. This is an honorable mention cuz she is a female yandere and my entire blog is dedicated to male yanderes lol. But i loved her. She is very attractive and tall and strong and scary which is a lot of the appeal i find in male yanderes so i thought it was great).
Sub Human by Bingzi (demo, idk if either character is yandere but I think the game is supposed to center around a toxic codependent relationship and has some obsessive elements from both MC and Elias, I liked it so far).
Don't eat the cashier by Miloff (not really yandere, but has creepy hot love interests and the game was fun! My favorite is the jester/mad king. He has a few yandere-ish lines.)
Sacrarium Pario by Stygian Eye Stories (this is in my opinion a really great game as far as story goes and I liked it a lot. The two LIs definitely can be slightly yandere, but only in certain routes, and in other routes they are so cruel and callous that it's almost upsetting lol. You have to win their love. It's not hard. But that's why this is an honorable mention.)
Their Aftermath by labyrinthe.exe (the guy is yandere but not for you. He is super toxic. It's a fresh perspective seeing yandere behavior from the outside.)
Diona's Flower Shop by HIMEIRO (the guy is yandere but not for you).
Delicious Date by peachieevee, renbie (love the character design, he is not on the list because he's not really yandere, although I loved the game!).
Homicipher by yatsunagi (only a few characters are semi-yandere, but they are all creepy and I loved the game and the language-learning element!).
Mystic Messenger by Cheritz (this is a free mobile-only game, but it's played in real-time and the story takes 11 days with multiple routes so I haven't even gotten close to finishing it. At least one character is supposed to be yandere and potentially some others. I have only seen occasional yandere behavior from some of the characters but I believe there is an unlockable character who is more yandere. But I haven't played his route cuz it was too hard to unlock lol. I still had fun with it though.)
That Guy Pisses Me Off by DrasterOD (demo, Boyfriend to Death inspired game, I liked this one a lot! I don't know if Miro counts as a yandere which is why it's an honorable mention, but this one was fun and creepy).
Picture Perfect by MurderDuck (he is a yandere, but not fully my type since he's had other victims in the past and is willing to kill you and presumably move on from you).
Date At The Cemetery by weluv_xo (demo. He has one semi-yandere ending, but not fully my type since you have to basically make him like you, and in other endings he doesn't like you at all. I really like his design tho and his semi-yandere end was very creepy).
Boyfriend to Death by boyfriend-to-death (not yandere. Murderporn, but it's pretty popular and has lots of spin offs and things and is fun as a horror game. It's also good as context if you want to know lore about the secret character in BTD2).
Till Death Do Us Part by boyfriend-to-death (another in the Boyfriend to Death series, has one yandere character, but I didn't finish the game so I can't speak much to it).
KinitoPET (okay this game is not meant to be yandere at all, however I played it and had fun and the poor little guy just wants you to stay with him forever (platonically) so I thought it was worth mentioning lol).
CrimsonYuki (@ CrimsonYuki. Wow I absolutely love this guy's voice).
Isagani VA (@ IsaganiVA. I also love this guy's voice).
AzariasVA (@ AzariasVA. Another voice I love :). Not all videos are yandere but those that are are amazing).
Dark and Twisted Whisper (@ DarkandTwistedWhisper).
Nividy (@ Nividy-Red).
Vainglorious Envy ASMR (@ VnGloriousENVY).
雪凪いつか (@ yukinagi_itsuca, videos are in Japanese, some have English subs, not all are yandere).
すずめくん / Suzumekun (@ Suzume_chunko1, videos are in Japanese, but most have English subs).
LuvBoyASMR (@ luvboyasmr).
Eggsmr (@ eggssmr).
Modern-Day Mage (@ Modern-DayMageASMR).
Oneness118VA (@ Oneness118VA. Not all yandere but I like the ones that are!).
QuietTea (@ QuietTea1).
Jins VA (@ JinsVA).
sukkiville ASMR (@ sukkivilleASMR).
Kaleth ASMR (@ KalethASMR).
Zayden VA (@ ZaydenVA).
Redacted Audio (@ RedactedAudio, he doesn't have a ton of yandere stuff, I just really like his "Yandere Boy [Ivan] [Complete]" playlist).
Honorable Mentions: Mikorin ASMRs (@ mikorinasmrs, does reuploads of Japanese ASMR audios with English subs, a fair amount of them are yandere). DDcatASMR (@ DDcatASMR, has approx. 4 yandere videos I LOVE, srsly they are like no other video I've seen before, but overall not a yandere channel).
Don't Move (English movie, 2024, guy is not yandere but he is a kidnapper).
Flesh (English movie, 2022, guy is not yandere but is a kidnapper and there is a nice manhandling scene).
Fear (English movie, 1996, guy is very controlling and posessive, but not yandere. More like he sees her as an object he owns and is fixated on maintaining control over her. However he's very cute and scary!).
Secret Alliance by Lero (this one holds a special place in my heart since it basically got me into the whole yandere genre. I also love the trope of an unassuming yandere having their true sick self revealed after manipulating MC intro trusting them).
One Husband Is Enough (unfinished, I love this one! It has three yanderes (technically everyone is a yandere though >.<) and the MC is stuck in a totally hopeless situation!).
Try Begging Me / Vengeance Named Love (unfinished).
Paper Cuts by toterpxl.
For Your Murder (not really a traditional yandere but definitely unwavering in his obsession. He's the worst and I really loved this one!)
For Your Perfect Ending (unfinished).
Koisuru Psycho no Shirayaki-kun (M4M, unfinished).
The Heart of The Lotus (M4M, unfinished).
My Cute, Naughty Rin: Surrendering to Her Obsessed Trainee Next Door.
Welcome to The Yandere Cafe (MFM, unfinished).
Same-day sex with a yandere crossdressing boy who is in the same room. "Can I have all your firsts?" (unfinished).
Control Time (M4M, unfinished).
Kedamonotachi no Jikan (unfinished, very dark).
My Angel by schnitzel633 (BL, on Tapas, unfinished).
Yuwon Everlasting (M4M, unfinished).
Sadistic Beauty Side Story B (M4M).
340 Days.
Homeroom (it's complete, but I think only the first 6 chapters are translated to English).
Yeona.
I Said I Love you to Death, Didn’t I?.
Beware The Haters In Love (M4M, unfinished).
Let's Hide My Younger Brother First (unfinished).
Mad Love Academy Online: Favorability 0 = Dead End (unfinished).
My Student Can't Be a Psychopath.
Free in Dreams / Dreaming Freedom (unfinished, has gone pretty downhill as it gets into the later chapters).
I Have a Second Chance At Life, So I'll Pamper My Yandere Boyfriend For a Happy Ending!!
The Man Who Saved Me On My Isekai Trip is a Killer....
Naisho no Stalker-san (M4M, he is a yandere, but it's low on my list because the MC is compliant).
Deathly Anniversary (this is what I imagine a real life yandere to be like, it's low on the list because he doesn't fit my ideal imaginary yandere guy, but the story is quite good and I was really rooting for the main character).
The Villainess Who Recalled Her Past Life Was Caught in the Obsessive Love of Her Fiance.
The Villainess Tames The Beast (unfinished).
I Reincarnated as the Little Sister of a Death Game Manga's Murder Mastermind and Failed (low on the list because I am not a fan of the ending, it kind of builds you up to something but basically lets you down at the very end, but it's pretty typical for the genre).
Oneshots (almost all of these are smut):
There are various short oneshots I love by author Itoko (Idoll_itk), link to Mangadex.
Any work by author Umekoppe (I love Umekoppe's art style! My favorites right now are Worship-type Deranged-style Idol Midori, Thoroughly Devoured By A Beguiling Vampire, and You're Cutest When You're Pathetic ~My Obsessive Friend Rui and His Twisted Fetishes~. But all of Umekoppe's works are very similar in caliber and I like them all! My only complaint is that all of these works, along with the vast majority of works in the male yandere smut oneshot genre, always feature compliant MCs and are much more dubcon than they are noncon. I understand this comes with the territory of the smut genre, but I still wish I could find more traditional scary noncon type stuff. It seems to be more common with yaoi).
The Reason Why I Became a Yandere Guy.
Infiltration! Agent on the Edge.
The True Identity of the Gentle Senior is a Yandere.
My Old OSHI Became Truly, Madly, and Deeply Obsessed With Me (I liked it a lot but MC is too compliant for my tastes, this author has other works I wanted to check out but none of the others are translated >.<).
Will you Like Me if I'm Nice to You?
I'm A Pet In A World Run By Beast People!
An office lady who failed the saint selection is madly loved by the strongest knight with extraordinary sex.
My Obsessive, Infatuated, and Elite Colleague Sweetly Trains My Clit & Steals Me From My Boyfriend (the sequel is where he really gets yandere).
How a Lonely Vampire Reclaims His Reincarnated Fiancee ~An Obsessive Love Spanning 300 Years~.
Discipline of the Living Dead ~until I was corrupted into a servile sextoy by my master~.
The Pure Lady Captured By The Yandere Reverend!.
Consecutive Orgasms through Loving and Obsessive Sex with a Possessive Guy with a Bottomless Libido
I Summoned a Ghost and He Took Me as His Bride.
The End of Wanting To Die is Blocked By A Love Heavier Than Hell.
How to Love a Crybaby Monster.
Pure Loving Serious Engagement Persuasion Sex with a Psychopath in Appearance Only.
Honorable Mentions:
Killing Stalking (M4M. He's not really yandere, or at least if he is it's overwhelmed by sadism? Idk. But it’s a classic and he's cute).
Averted Gaze R (this one is very creepy! But I don't know think it counts as yandere).
Flowers are Bait (not a true yandere but he does act like one, not sure how things may change as it progresses, unfinished, good art).
The Neighbor in Room 203 Disappeared Leaving a Key Behind (not a true yandere, but scary).
Akudama Drive (debatable whether Cutthroat is actually a yandere but I like to interpret it that way).
Inu x Boku SS (a very obedient dog-like yandere, and I also found the show genuinely endearing and funny so I loved it).
Sword Art Online II (the second season of SAO has a yandere, I won't spoil who it is, you don't have to watch the first season to understand because it's mostly unrelated to the second).
Tokyo Mew Mew (the old anime, Kisshu is the yandere and I just watched a youtube compilation of all his yandere moments without actually watching the anime).
Star Wars Kylo and Rey: Corrosive Force by orphan_account. Reverie by destinies. The Fickle Finger of Fate by cuddlesome. Ophiucus by brittlelimbs. The Zero Lesson by Raso.
MHA: The Wolf in Your Darkest Room by CatieBrie. I Wanted You, So I Kept You by Brittneejo.
Undertale: Limerence [Yandere!Sansa x Chara!Reader] by Monochromatically.
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Pairing: Dark (FBI) Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x (female) Reader
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SUMMARY: Dex believes you to be the key to solve his problems. You think he has serious mental issues. Unfortunately that doesn’t prevent you from being held captive in his apartment.
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The first thing Dex notices when he opens the door is how quiet the apartment is.
The whole space is immersed in silence - or as silent as living in a city like New York can be, traffic sounds muffled down by the windows and the distant cry of a baby a few doors down the hall.
But the apartment itself is quiet.
That’s a good sign, he thinks as he carefully sets his work bag in its respective place by the door and neatly sets the keys in the wall hook. That’s a good sign, he thinks as he makes his way to the bedroom and yet his skin prickles with anxiety.
With a hand hovering just over the knob, Dex hesitates.
His heart accelerates, thrumming against his ribcage as if attempting to escape. The buzzing in his head overwhelms him and Dex stumbles a step back, trying really hard to push away the thoughts that threaten to swallow him whole.
Breathe in and breathe out.
Closing his eyes, Dex works on his breathing, focusing on the slow exhale of air, mimicking the breathing exercise doctor Mercer taught him. He can do this. He’s dealt with much worse. He can do this.
He can do this.
With a twist of the knob, Dex lets himself inside the bedroom.
The small room is enveloped in absolute darkness, the curtains tightly closed just like he left them this morning before leaving for work - the last thing he needs right now is for curious neighbours from across the building to peep into his apartment.
His knee bumps hard against the leg of the bed and Dex lets out a small curse, now moving with more careful steps in the darkness. It takes nearly ten seconds for him to finally get to the bedside table. He flickers open the small lamp and as soon as his eyes adapt to the yellow brightness of the light, Dex turns his attention towards the small figure curled upon the bed’s edge and just like that, everything gets better. It works like magic every time.
The moment his eyes land on you, his mind calms down, the buzzing dissolving away into a serene quietness.
You’re deep into slumber, closed eyes and features softened by sleep. Dex watches you with something that borders admiration, watching you sleep as always has been precious to him.
Despite the dampness that clings to your eyelashes, proof of the tears you must’ve shed a few hours or a few minutes ago, there’s a serene expression in your face. A gentle peace that has been lacking for the past few days.
Dex hesitates for a brief moment before he crouches down and brushes the hair away from your cheek.
His touch receives no reaction - no terrified flinch, no scared grimace - and Dex feels lighter, both in soul and body. With the back of his fingers, Dex gently strokes your cheek, feeling the soft skin under his stiff touch. A soft smile slowly creeps up to his lips and for a minuscule moment, his mind flees at how nice it would be if things were always like this, unrushed and peaceful.
Dex wants this moment to last forever.
But of course, all good things must end - particularly soon when he is involved. So distracted marveling at the softness of your cheek, Dex is caught off guard when he realizes that your eyes are wide open, fear quickly pooling in them.
Fuck!
He immediately snatches his hand away and stands up.
“You were sleeping. I was just… the hair on your face.” he blurts out, as if whatever excuse is gonna magically erase the fact that you just woke up with his hands all over you. Great. Now in addition to kidnapper, you’re also gonna think he’s a pervert.
Just what he needed right now.
You look away from him mid-sentence and squirm, wincing a moment later when you’re pulled back by the cuffs latched onto your feet.
Right, he almost forgot about them. Dex takes that as his cue to remove the bindings keeping you in bed.
“Here, let me just- ”
He reaches over, carefully as to avoid touching you too much, and begins to loosen up the cuffs keeping your feet chained to the bed and the belt from around your wrists. Your wrists are left indented and the skin irritated by the belt that was tightly clasped around them.
You don’t move for a few moments, body too numb and weak from the countless hours you spend in bed with close to zero mobility, bound and chained to make sure you’re not running to the door the moment you get a chance.
Dex watches you wince before pulling at the cloth tied around your head, a weak substitute for a gag; just a precaution in case you remember to start hollering for help while he’s away at work.
With a snail’s pace, you move to sit at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily as Dex expectantly stands to the side like a shadow.
Dex opens his mouth to say something, maybe ask a stupid question ‘are you alright?’ but before he can even get a word out, you’re standing up with unsteady feet and limping your way to the en-suite bathroom without so much as glancing at him.
His feet follow you on instinct, but the door that slams hard on its hinges stops him from going any further. The lock aggressively clicks into place, a repulsive sound that echoes in his head like a gunshot.
Dex has to take a deep breath to ease up the impulse of putting his fist through the door.
–
Your stomach growls as you eat the pizza slice.
It’s still warm, laced with extra cheese and tasting absolutely divine - although your opinion may be biased on the last part. Anything would taste delicious after a fast of nearly eight hours.
Dex - that’s what he called himself although you’re not too sure if you believe him - clearly isn’t prepared for the logistics that holding someone hostage involves because if he were, you wouldn’t be left to rot in bed the entire day without so much as a drop of water while he goes to work. For the past three days, you’ve been surviving solely on breakfast and dinner, without any snacks or lunch throughout the day.
The arrangement sucks, always leaving you with a mouth drier than the desert and with a stomach ache that doesn’t fully go away even after finally eating.
Dex tries not to make it obvious that he’s looking at you, while chewing his own slice.
Seated right next to you on the small dinner table, he’s much closer than you'd prefer, his arm nearly touching yours every time he moves. The living room’s light shines on his face in a particular way, revealing the small patches of silver on the sides of his short brown hair, and the sharp angles of his face. There’s a small dimple in his chin and he’s clean shaved. Albeit tired, he looks… normal.
A normal-looking guy, living in a normal apartment with a normal life. But looks are often deceiving, aren’t they?
It’s not hard to understand that he has issues. Serious ones, the type that could easily secure him a place in a psychiatric facility - the assumption supported by the drawer full of meds you found in the bathroom cabinet the first night.
In all honesty, you have a hard time understanding him. But so far Dex hasn’t done anything remotely weird to make you feel like you’re about to get jumped at and you’re grateful for that. He’s been polite enough to let you use the bathroom unsupervised and his eyes never linger towards where they shouldn’t. His hand hasn’t been raised against you and no explicit threats have been hissed your way. It’s almost like you’re roommates, of sorts.
But the positive aspects don’t outweigh the negative ones nor do they alter the fact that he has kidnapped you and is currently holding you hostage.
He lies as well because you have serious doubts about him being an FBI agent, like he said that one time. The badge that is usually perched on his belt could very much be a fake and the gun on the holster an illegal one.
You distractedly glance at him and for a moment, your eyes meet.
You regret the eye contact as soon as it happens because Dex immediately takes that as a sign to strike a conversation.
“How’s the pizza?” he eagerly asks, “It’s the same one you always ask for.” He’s right, it is the same pizza with the exact same ingredients you tend to order for yourself on a regular basis.
While this shouldn’t shock you, considering Dex has reluctantly admitted to following you around for weeks, you still can’t shake off how creepy it is for him to know the exact specifications of the food you find comfort in eating.
What else does he know about you that he shouldn’t know? What else has he seen about you that he shouldn’t have?
Your stomach answers for you, letting out an absurdly loud groan.
“It’s fine.” your voice comes out hoarse and weird, not a surprise given this is the first time in the whole day you’re using it.
When you grab the glass of water in front of you, his hazel eyes flit over to your wrists and the marks engraved into the skin from how deep his belt dug in, the skin itchy and red.
“I’m sorry ‘bout that.” Dex lowers his head, “Didn’t mean to tie them so hard. I’ll… I’m gonna find something better for your hands.”
“Or maybe you could just not use them.”
Your voice is low, barely above a whisper but Dex catches them anyways. He shifts in the seat, a wrinkle settling in between his brows.
“Maybe one day. In the future.” he says.
“Why not now?” you press him. “You don’t trust me?”
“I do.”
He doesn’t.
You know he doesn’t. Both of you know that. And he’s right not to because you’re bolting out of the door the moment you get a decent chance.
“I do. I trust you.” he repeats, this time with more conviction. He leans closer to you and you do your best not to push yourself off the chair and walk away. “I trust you more than you know.”
“But not enough to let me out of the bindings, right.”
He swallows hard, shaking his head. “It’s complicated.”
“Right.” you sigh, tearing your eyes away from him and back to the food.
Dex sighs your name, slumping back on the chair. “I know this might be hard to believe in but this isn’t what I want either. It’s really not. I don’t want to keep you all cooped up like you’re a prisoner. You’re not one, anyways.”
He rubs his face with one hand, jaw set tightly. Your eyes notice the thickness of his arm, the subtle but defined muscle stretching underneath the shirt. An FBI agent, he said, a former army soldier too.
“I just can’t take risks right now. Not until… we figure things out. I know this arrangement, if we can call it that, isn’t the most beneficial for you. But I need you. I need your help.”
You freeze, hand stopping mid-air with the remainder of the pizza slice.
“My help?”
Dex nods, nudging his chair closer. His cheek ticks for a moment as he gathers his thoughts.
“Yeah, I… how can I put this.” he breathes in deeply. One of his hands reaches forward, nervously fidgeting with the edge of the table.
“I’ve seen the way you are around people. You feed the homeless. Help blind people cross the street. Bake cookies for your elderly neighbour.” his own lips curl into a smile at that, “You’re kind to people even if you don’t have to be. You listen to them and show them compassion. That’s… that’s something I really need in my life.”
The confusion you feel has your thoughts scattering all over your mind. He thinks you’re kind. How is that enough reason to kidnap someone?
“I don’t understand…” you say, brows raised.
Dex presses his lips together, rolling his shoulders tensely. “Being kind, compassionate like you are… it doesn’t come easy to me. Never has, not even back when I was a kid. So I do the second best thing and try to pretend it. It’s what I’ve been doing my whole life, pretend like I care about the good and the bad and hide who I really am.”
You hesitate, before asking. “And who is that? Who you really are.”
His fingers still and when Dex answers, it’s with a shadow obscuring his face, his eyes focused on some distant point beyond the wall.
“Someone who has killed before.”
Your blood runs cold. Maybe you had a suspicion that there was something deeply wrong with him, but for him to admit it loudly is a whole new thing.
“It’s part of why I joined the bureau and the army before that.” he reveals, with a cold voice and a hardness in his face. “I get to kill without feeling bad for it. It’s part of the job now, strictly professional and nothing personal about it but it fulfills more than what duty calls for. It scratches that itch that never really goes away.”
You swallow dryly, the knot in your throat refusing to go down.
The fear and shock that flood you are hard to push down but you quickly mask them when Dex glances back at you. He visibly swallows, slightly shaking his head.
“I’m sorry.” he apologizes, “I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now. But I promise that you’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you, I would never do that to you.”
Right. His words fail to reassure you after what he has just revealed, but you pretend otherwise. Maybe if Dex thinks you believe him then his guard will be lowered.
“I’m aware that it’s wrong, I know that. But I just… I can’t help it, sometimes.” he swallows, fingers twitching. “I’m trying to do better. Trying to steer into the right path. That’s why I need you, I need your help.”
“Me?” you mumble, completely lost.
Dex doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he stares, focusing on you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.
“I do better when there’s a North Star to guide me.”
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A small, muffled sniff comes from inside the room, bed gently creaking as you adjust yourself. With an arm half-bent beneath his head, Dex stares at the ceiling. It’s nearly midnight and he has an early day tomorrow but sleep evades him.
The couch is stiff under him, much too short to comfortably accommodate all of him but Dex doesn’t complain, he’s slept in much worse places before.
Compared to sleeping on the hard floor, no pillow or blankets, stones and dirt digging into his back with the obnoxious snoring of fellow army soldiers ringing in his ears, this is far from unpleasant. Especially with you sleeping just around the corner.
The apartment is small enough that the couch sits just outside the bedroom and with the door wide open, Dex can hear the sound of your breathing. You’re awake, he gets that from the way your breathing keeps changing every now and then, the soft clink of the metal cuff on your feet as you shift once in a while, trying to get comfortable.
His mind is calm now, no incessant buzzing or relentless thoughts.
It keeps drifting towards you instead. Details cling to him such as the way you smelled like him when you came out of the shower, having used what he owns - his soap, his shampoo, his moisturizer, his lotion. Even his clothes. With wet hair and dressed in his clothes, you looked like a dream.
He tried to not ogle much at the freshly moisturized, shiny skin of your legs; tried not to let his hands wander too much when closing the cuff around your ankle and securing the other end to the bed’s metal structure.
The small scowl on your face didn’t go unnoticed by him and part of him gets it. Sleeping cuffed to the bed can’t be easy and you deserve to be treated like a princess, not like a prisoner but Dex’s hands are tied for the moment being.
Giving you too much freedom when things are still slowly building between you two can be dangerous. He wishes things weren’t this way but right now he can’t afford to give you that amount of leeway.
In theory Dex knows that what he’s doing is bad. Really bad.
He has full conscience that this is far from healthy .
That what he’s doing falls on the exact opposite side of the spectrum of what he and doctor Mercer agreed he should do to keep him in the straight, narrow path and that if she were alive today, she’d be horrified at what he’s done. Kidnapping his North Star.
That sure would make her reconsider everything about him. Holding onto a good person isn’t the same as making one hostage and definitely not what she had suggested, not even in the slightest, before passing away.
If doctor Mercer was here, she’d be disappointed beyond measure and she’d force Dex to release you, to let you return back into your life.
He supposes it’s a good thing that she’s dead. Because Dex isn’t sure he could give you up without a fight. You mean so much to him, more than you could ever know and enough for him to refuse allowing you the chance to just walk away like he means nothing.
Everyone in his life - every single person - has abandoned him. Left him to fend for himself in the dark solitude of his mind, of the buzzing thoughts that plague him day and night. Dex refuses to let you do the same.
You’re good, kind and sweet. You’re the missing piece of the puzzle, the solution to his problems. You’re gonna help him get back on the right track, even if you aren’t sure about him.
You didn’t lash out at him after everything he revealed during dinner. You didn’t scream or call him a monster or push him away. No, you just sat there and patiently listened to him. Tried to understand him. Told him that you’d try to help him.
He smiles, hope fluttering in his chest.
So long as he has you, everything will be alright.
–
Your stomach lets out a soft growl.
Judging from the bright sunlight filtered out by the closed curtains and from how badly the pit in your stomach is starting to feel, it’s around lunch time. Not that it matters, you won’t be getting any food even if you want to. Not in your current position.
You let out a sigh and move your head around, trying to find a better position.
By the end of week, you’ll be surprised if the bed doesn’t show a permanent dent shaped to your body given it’s where the majority of your days and nights are spent.
Dex did follow through with his word and found some handcuffs this morning to use around your wrists instead of the circulation-cutting belt. The cuffs are nicer, looser than the belt, but still offering little to no opportunity to evade them.
The more you think about it, the more helpless you feel. You have no plan, debunking each and every one given their potential of failure but mostly due to fear. Every time you begin to craft an escape plan, hesitation has you faltering.
So far Dex has been nothing less than an exemplary kidnapper… what happens if you get caught trying to escape? The words from the other night are still bouncing around in your head, unwilling to let you forget who he truly is.
Will he hurt you, or do worse, if you get caught - maybe as a lesson, maybe as a punishment or maybe because he wants to. You don’t want to find out what Dex can do and with your life on the thin line, reckless actions are what you can’t afford to do.
Every single night, after Dex removes the chains, your body aches to act on the most basic survival instinct. Run. To lunge forward and reach for the door, to run down the hall and scream as loudly as you can.
Every night you fight against that impulse, nails digging into the palm of your hands every time Dex turns his back on you and the opportunity presents itself right there for you to seize.
Every night you have to control yourself, eyes flickering towards the door and adrenaline running through your veins.
Think positive, is what you tell yourself.
A little hopeful voice whispers into your ear that maybe luck will be on your side and maybe you won’t have to do anything at all and that before you know it, the police will break down the apartment’s door and rescue you.
That’s one of the nice, comforting fantasies that keeps you entertained for a good amount of your days; distracted from the miserable turn your life has taken.
The exhaustion you feel on a mental level adds up to the physical one. The tension accumulating in your body is hard to shake off, shoulders burning up at the uncomfortable position that allows your wrists to stay chained to the bed’s headboard. And you absolutely despise the sharp needling that occurs in your legs when you finally get to stand up. Ugh.
Dex thinks you’re his North Star, someone kind enough to help him get into the right path. You genuinely don’t believe in it.
How are you supposed to help him? How can you possibly help him be a good person? For all you know, he might be lying to you, using some half-baked lie to get you to lower your guard. Maybe it’s a side-effect from the medicine he takes.
You don’t know, you genuinely don’t know.
Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply. The music reaches the end and the announcer takes over, something about good weather these days.
Another song begins shortly after, some energetic tune you don't recognize.
It was a nice gesture from Dex to leave the radio on. To keep company, he had said. And indeed it does keep you company although the radio station he tuned in keeps repeating the exact same playlist of old songs over and over again. But beggars can’t be choosers and you’re glad to at least have something to dull the static silence of your days.
*knock*
The sound startles you.
For a moment you freeze, heart accelerating in your chest.
You try listening in despite the interference of the radio that is still going on, the song playing on a low volume making it hard to listen properly. For the next few seconds nothing happens and your brain nearly convinces you to believe the door knock to be a product of your imagination.
And then it happens again.
Subtle and hard to listen to, but it’s definitely there.
Without wasting another second, you scream as loudly as you can with the gag cloth around your mouth. Despite being laced with desperation, your voice comes out muffled down, the gag absorbing much of the sound and tears of frustration begin to build in your eyes.
The cuffs securing your hands and feet rattle when you tug at them as aggressively as you possibly can with the hope that the clanking of metal can attract the attention of whoever is outside the apartment.
Despite your best efforts, nothing happens.
There’s no more knocking on the door, no booming voice asking ‘is everything alright?’.
Nothing.
After excruciatingly long minutes, exhaustion wins and you give up, teary eyed and devastated.
–
“Can I help? I don’t mind washing them.” you offer, eyeing the plates and silverware pilling on the sink.
Dinner is over and now it’s that weird time window where Dex handles chores while you just lurk around the apartment without any real purpose. Back in your apartment, this would be the time for you to pick the next day’s outfit and prepare your work bag while listening to your favorite podcast.
Here you don’t have any chores or obligations. No dishes to wash, no clothes to iron, no meal prep.
There’s nothing for you to do other than walk around in circles around the apartment and pretend you’re not counting the minutes until it’s bedtime and the cuffs are back on.
“It’s okay. I got this.” Dex turns you down, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows and turning the faucet on.
Your shoulders slump in the slightest as you awkwardly stand by the counter, watching the meticulous way in which Dex scrubs and re-scrubs every piece.
You were half-hoping to take advantage of a distraction moment to sneak away a knife. Or a fork. Anything sharp enough to be used as a weapon although to use under what circumstances, you’re not yet sure. You’re not sure of anything.
Your nerves are rattling you on the inside tonight, the memory of the door knocking still lingering in your mind. Dex hasn’t mentioned anything about neighbours and you’re not stupid enough to bring it up.
You don’t know what to do. All the ideas your brain conjures feel… risky. You can’t stop feeling scared, like one wrong move and you’re gonna mess everything up. If you attempt to escape, only to fail…
Dex has blood on his hands, more out of pleasure than for his alleged job. Despite his promise, what guarantee is there that his hands won’t ever become stained with your blood?
You nearly wince when Dex speaks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Are you okay?” he asks, shutting off the faucet and drying his hands before turning towards you. “You look a little… I don’t know. Is something wrong?”
Yes. Everything. Everything is wrong and it’s all his fault.
Dex considers you with a little wrinkle between his brows. “Is it your wrists? I saw you touching them earlier. I can get something for them, if they are bothering you.”
You shake your head slowly. And then speak without meaning to, the words just slipping out of your mouth before you have the good sense of keeping them to yourself.
“I need my phone.”
You can tell the words takes Dex by surprise from the way he tenses up, shoulders straightening up.
“Why don’t you sit down on the couch?” he stiffly suggests and then turns his back on you, opening and closing the kitchen drawers practically without looking at them too much. “I’ll make some of that tea you like so much.”
“I need to call my parents, Dex. They must be worried about me.”
“They know you’re fine. I already texted them on your behalf." Dex says, bumping against an open drawer with a hiss. “Said you’d be cutting back on phone time.”
A small incredulous sound escapes from your throat.
“They won’t believe that.” you argue, crossing your arms. “We talk over the phone every week, sometimes even videocall. Please, Dex, just one phone call. I promise I won’t say or do anything suspicious. Please?”
Dex closes a drawer with enough force to rattle its contents.
“We can talk about that later.”
“Dex, c’mon, one call. Five minutes, on speaker. Please, it’s all I ask for.”
“Later.”
“Dex, please, just one-”
The knock on the door interrupts your argument.
Both of you snap your heads towards the door and something twists inside you at the sound of voices in the hallway. But before you can even consider getting a word out of your mouth Dex moves with a speed so impressive that it startles you, cornering you against the counter with his palm firmly pressed against your lips.
“Not a word.” he whispers, brown eyes focused on you intently. “Please.”
It’s suffocating to have him so close, body nearly molded to yours and trapping you against the counter, his breath fawning over your face and you can see every short, light-brown hair from his five o’clock shadow.
It’s only when you give a small nod that Dex finally looks away and turns his face to the door when another knock resonates and a chirpy female voice speaks. “Hello, Jehovah witnesses here. If we could just have a moment of your time…”
“Yeah, thanks but I’m not interested.”
You glance at the door, eyes drawn to it like a moth to flame and heart thrumming at the fact that there are people on the other side of the door. People that might call the police if a commotion is heard…
Almost as if tuned in to your mind, Dex glances at you and his remaining hand reaches for you with fingers slithering around your forearm, holding onto you firmly.
“Oh, but sir, if you could open the door it would only take-”
“Not interested.” Dex loudly repeats, losing the polite tone from just moments ago. “Now get lost before I call the cops on you.”
Seconds drag by but the hand clamped over your mouth only slackens when the disappointed voices dim down into distance, footsteps scampering away from the apartment.
Only when the coast is clear does Dex fully remove his hands from you, fingers brushing against your lips one last time and you let out a shaky exhale.
“Thank you.” Dex blurts, stepping aside and finally putting some space between you and you can see that the tips of his ears are blazing red. “For not….y’know. Making a scene.”
You nod, but can’t shake the nagging feeling in your chest that maybe you wasted an opportunity that might not appear again.
–
It’s late when Dex comes back home the next night.
That alone is enough to set alarms ringing in your head as Dex is never late. Punctuality is a trait of his, always adhering to consistnt routines and schedules.
It gets worse when you notice the heavy expression Dex wears, lips pressed into a tense line as he greets you. Something is off in the way he moves, tense limbs and a stiff spine. He tries to hide it, but the recoil that runs down his body when he bends down to release your cuffs and then again when he slams the radio’s off button reveals it.
You slowly sit on the bed, rubbing your sore wrists and watching him storm into the bathroom. The sound of water running travels through the ajar door, but it's the pained hiss that catches your attention.
After a moment of pulling yourself together, you stand up and take small steps to the bathroom, supporting yourself using the wall as your legs slowly recover from a whole day of inactivity.
Another distressed sound reaches your ears and you hesitate only for a brief second before pushing the door open.
“Dex.” you call him, “Are you okay?”
He’s hunched over the bathroom sink, palms pressed against the small vanity and face hanging low between his shoulders.
You can’t avoid the concern that prickles you when he turns around, face pale and dewy, looking more like a ghost than a human. Is he sick?
“I’m fine.” Dex grits out and palms a hand through his face with a rough motion, cheeks hollowing as he exhales sharply. “Just give me a second.”
His face twists as he holds back a wince and this time his hand flies to press against his torso. You gasp when you catch sight of his ruined white shirt, horrified at the way the left side of the material is soaked in bright crimson.
“Dex, you’re bleeding!”
“I’m okay, it’s nothing.” Dex rushes to say, one hand trying to hide the shirt with his coat but you’re faster than him and pull it away to get a clear view.
“It doesn’t look like that.” you remark. “Let me see it.”
“You don’t have to, I told I’m-”
“Yes, you keep saying that. Just let me see, please.”
Dex sighs at the stubbornness you show but thankfully relents under the pressure, removing his coat and shirt while you attempt to help him.
When the shirt comes off of his body you freeze. There’s an injury on the side of his stomach, the skin torn and raw, blood trickling out of the wound.
Dex curses when he looks down and then glances at you.
“It was work.” he explains, “FBI had a raid today and this guy had a gun. The bullet grazed me for a second. I’m fine, really, I’ll put some bandages on and get dinner started.” Dex tries to step aside but you get in his way.
“Forget dinner, what you need is to go to a hospital.”
His answer comes quickly as lightning. “No.”
“Dex.” you cross your arms, incredulous.
“I’m fine.”
“You got shot at, you definitely aren’t fine. That looks like it needs stitches.”
“I’ll survive.”
You shake your head, biting your lip. Maybe later when you’re back to being cuffed to the bed and spending your days rooting in bed you’ll regret this, but right now the humanity inside you refuses to let this go.
“Let me help you.” you propose, “You don’t wanna see a doctor, fine. Let me do it instead. I once did a first-aid workshop for work, I know the basics. I can help.”
Dex looks at you, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and not looking entirely convinced with your suggestion. You sniff, glancing at the blood that now trails down to his waist, staining the top of his pants. God, you’ve never liked the sight of blood.
“The other night you told me you watched me help people. You also said that I’m here because you need me and my help. My kindness, right?” you start, taking a step towards him with the back of your neck burning as Dex holds on to every word you say like it’s the gospel.
“Then don’t shut me out now, Dex. You’re not alone in this. Let me help you, okay? Let me show you kindness. Let me take care of that wound. Please.”
You watch Dex gulp, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows like it’s the hardest thing in the world. You know the words hit the right spot when at last he nods with a small, shaky movement of his head. “Okay…”
The next forty minutes are spent in mental agony of blood smearing and dripping everywhere - and you mean absolutely everywhere: your hands, your clothes, the counter, the floor - as you do your best cleaning the gunshot wound and then having to steady yourself while holding a sterilized needle in your trembling fingers to sew up the split skin back together as Dex guides you through it, with his medical training from back at Quantico.
He is surprisingly calm as you sew him up at the best of your abilities, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles become pale, exhaling through clenched teeth.
It’s only when you’re patting down a bandage over the stitches that it dawns on you how close you are to Dex, on your knees with face nearly pressed up against his bare torso.
The realization of the position’s intimacy suddenly has your heart racing and when you glance up, you find yourself to be the center of Dex’s attention.
He doesn’t look away when your eyes meet and his intense stare is penetrating enough to have shivers run down your spine and you freeze when his hand reaches for your cheek, thumb gently rubbing against your cheekbone.
“Thank you.”
–
You’re folding one of Dex’s shirts when he speaks.
“I bought some brownies, the ones with the caramel filling. From that bakery you like so much.”
Spinning your face around, you glance at Dex, hiding your confusion with a smile. “Oh, thanks, Dex. That’s… really sweet.”
The corner of his lips curl into a smile as he looks at you, stirring the pot of pasta that is meant to be your lunch without breaking eye contact. “Yeah, I know how much you like those things.”
The silence hangs awkwardly in the air when you turn around, focusing back on the small mountain of warm clothes fresh from the dryer waiting for their turn.
It’s a nice distraction from the boredom of having nothing to do, simple enough for you to handle and harmless enough for Dex to trust you with. That’s part of why you like the weekends so much. With Dex around the apartment the entire day, except when he’s running errands, you get to stay free of the cuffs and the bed.
Even if he’s looming and hovering over you at all times, like he’s unable to let you out of his sight at the risk of losing you in the minuscule apartment.
As the days morph into weeks, things have started to change and you’re not sure if you like the shift.
Something changed that night you patched up Dex, though you can’t exactly put your finger on it. Since then, you’ve lost count of how many occasions you’ve catched him staring at you, when you’re drying the dishes or helping him vacuum the apartment. His eyes often find you even while he’s doing chores around the house, fingers finding excuses to brush against you and it’s beginning to bother you.
The lingering touches, the fixated gaze, the nice gestures, it’s all starting to make you uneasy. Despite how much you attempt to brush it off, you can’t avoid feeling a romantic undertone in his demeanour.
You wonder how truthful were his words when he said he needed your guidance and how much of that was a lie. And while maybe Dex has forgotten the nature of your relationship, you haven’t. Not for one second.
You know all about Stockholm syndrome and you have zero intention of falling for that bullshit.
It’s only after lunch is over, when Dex takes out the small paper bag of brownies from the fridge and brings them over to the table, that you remember them.
He takes out one of the pieces, chocolate sprinkled on top, and offers it to you. “Wanna do the honors?”
You stare at it.
“Maybe later. I’m full right now.” you lie.
“C’mon, one small bite.” Dex insists, but you shake your head. You really don’t feel like playing into whatever fantasy he has.
“Really I’m-”
“One bite.”
Dex opts to ignore your excuses and the chocolate delicacy is insistently pressed against your mouth, leaving you no choice other than to part your lips and begrudgingly take a small bite from the brownie.
Only then does Dex pull his hand away, watching you chew on the food. A dimple appears in his cheek, his eyes dropping to follow the movements of your lips.
Before you can wipe your mouth clean, his fingers brush against your lips, pulling away a dark crumb left behind. A knot curls tighter in your stomach when he pops his fingers into his mouth, tasting your leftover crumb with a hum.
“Tastes delicious.” he nods, shoving the rest of the brownie into his mouth. “Knew you had good taste.”
You force out a smile. “Thank you.”
“Maybe next time we can try making these at home.” he suggests and your hands clench at the word he uses. Home. This isn’t your home. “Homemade is always better and you’ve always been good at baking, I’d love to try something of yours.”
“Yeah, sure. Whenever you want.” Maybe by then you’ll find some laxatives to slip into the food.
You grab your glass and gulp down the water. Dex folds the paper bag with the brownies inside and stops you from grabbing your plate, taking it in his hands. His fingers brush against yours.
“s‘okay, I got this.”
“Thanks.”
Dex smiles. “Anything for you.”
–
There’s a rotten feeling taking root in Dex’s mind.
He sets the paper sheet on the table in front of you before claiming the seat next to you. Your fingers immediately hold onto the paper, lip pulled between your teeth as you consider the words that are probably memorized by now. He insisted on practicing for an entire hour before finally pulling your phone from his pocket but even with your insistent promises, insecurity still gnaws at his mind.
“Just stick to the script.” Dex repeats for the fourth time in less than a minute, “Stay calm, don’t say anything you normally wouldn’t say. And if they ask-”
“I’m just taking a break from technology. Yes, I know. We’ve been over this.” there’s a slight edge in your voice and that has Dex jittering his leg in an anxious bounce.
“Okay.” he nods, dragging the moment for as long as he can. “Let’s get this over with then.”
Dex unlocks your phone and goes through your contacts, absolutely despising the long list of friends and family he has to scroll through til he gets to your mom’s number.
The tense grip Dex has on your phone grows tighter by the second as the call rings.
He’s not happy about this.
If he could have it his way, your phone would be hammered down and its pieces scattered in the bottom of a garbage dumpster. But that would undoubtedly cause you distress and Dex doesn’t want to see you upset. Especially after everything you’ve done for him. Not just the fact that you patched him up that other night or that you haven’t tried to escape in all these days you’ve been a ‘guest’ in his home, but your presence alone is enough to give him a sense of peace that usually escapes him.
You keep him sane. You make him be better. With you around, he feels less… lonely. He’s not alone anymore, you said so the other day, didn’t you. He’s got you now and you fill the void inside him with your warmth and kindness. You’ve been so kind and good and sweet and no one’s ever been like that to him.
So he supposes that after everything you’ve done for him, a short two-minute phone call with your parents following a pre-prepared script is a small gesture of gratitude he can give you.
But that doesn’t mean his nerves aren’t burning him on the inside, an intrusive thought telling him to just crush the phone with his bare hands, throw that piece of shit through the window before someone answers on the other side of the line and be done with all of this. You don’t need to talk to your parents, you don’t need to talk to anyone other than him-
He stops himself before he gets too worked up. He can’t do that. He can’t be cruel to you, not after giving you hope. You’d be beyond disappointed and upset and then you’d definitely hate him for giving you false hope.
Dex wants to do better for you and that starts with this.
But that doesn’t stop a frown from twisting his features, something ugly threatens to come out of his chest as he watches the genuine smile growing on your face at the sound of your mother’s voice.
“Mom! Yeah, I’m doing fine. Just busy and….”
Dex tenses up, fingers picking at the material of his pants, listening intently to every word that you say.
You don’t steep out of line, don’t say anything remotely suspicious or let your voice waver. You’re a good actress and don’t crumble under the pressure, which comes handy for this moment.
Dex trusts you, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be tempted into taking your chances. You’re only human, same as he is.
The numbers on the screen keep on increasing and Dex impatiently waits until it marks exactly two minutes and then signals you. That’s your cue to finish up the call.
Your shoulders slump and annoyance fills your face but you oblige.
“...tell dad I love him. I have to go now, mom. Love you too-”
Dex thumbs the red across the screen and finishes the call as soon as you’re done with your goodbyes. The chair scrapes the floor as you get up on your feet and storm off to the bedroom, the bathroom door slamming shut a second later.
Dex waits exactly one minute before he retraces your steps, making a small detour to turn off your phone and place it inside the safe in his closet.
His knuckles rasp against the bathroom door and he doesn’t wait for an answer before pushing the door open. He freezes at the sight of you leaning against the counter with watery eyes and you sniff, quickly cleaning your cheeks.
“Hey. Everything alright?”
“Uh uh. I just miss them, is all.” you justify your reaction with a weak smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.
“I’m sorry. That sounds… hard. Really hard.”
Dex reaches for you and you move away, the smile fainting away from your face.
“I just need a minute alone, Dex.”
“If you wanna talk about this-”
“I said I need a minute.” your voice rises and Dex frowns at that. You’ve never used that tone with him before.
He slowly walks out of the bathroom, the door shutting behind him with a harsh sound. He walks back to the living room like he’s in a trance. Pulling out a chair, he stiffly sits on the table with his hands crossed in front of him.
Two minutes.
Two fucking minutes.
That’s all it took for someone else to steal your attention away from him and that’s all because of him. It’s his fault. He allows you a taste of freedom, offers you a good deed and now you’re pulling away. You’re shutting him out. Like he’s nothing. Like he means nothing to you. His hands clench at the unbearable thought.
Things were finally starting to work out between you two and now this happens. He tries to be good, for once, and this is what he gets.
It’s his fault. It’s all his fault. Isn’t it always?
He always messes up and maybe that’s why no one ever stays around him, because he’s never enough for anyone. Everything about him is broken, unfixable and fucked up beyond repair.
He’s a fuck up.
Time passes. Seconds, minutes. Maybe hours, he’s not sure.
It feels like an eternity later when he’s pulled out of the buzzing that had taken over his mind with a gentle tapping on his shoulder.
It’s you, standing with eyes dried up and an apologetic expression. Dex stands up so fast he nearly knocks into you and his hand flies to your forearm to keep you from tumbling.
“Shit, sorry.”
“No, it’s… I’m the one who has to apologize.” you sigh, lips pressed together. “I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to sound… ungrateful or something like that.”
The pressure in Dex’s chest eases up, like a heavy weight has been lifted from him. “You don’t have to apologize.” he forgives you right away because how can he not when you’re looking up to him with those pretty eyes of yours, giving him all of your undivided attention. “I could never be mad at you, I mean you… you’ve done so much for me. You’re very special to me, I don’t think you realize just how much.”
He notices the way you squirm and how your eyes flit down to the grip Dex has yet to let go off, but he makes no move to remove his hand. If anything his fingers tighten around your arm, pulling you closer.
“Dex…”
“You’re the most important person in my life.”
Your eyes widen when he brings his other hand up to your face, cupping your cheek in his hand.
You nervously gulp and he can’t help but glance at your parted lips, slightly glowy from the lip balm he bought you a few days before you could ask for it. Same brand, same flavor you always used.
“All this time you’ve been so good to me, no one’s ever been this kind to me before. You make it all better and you don’t even have to try.” he leans closer, a heartfelt smile breaking through. “You make this apartment feel like the home I never had and you make me so damn happy. My whole life, there was something missing and now it finally feels like I found that missing piece.”
“You mean the world to me. And I…. I love you.” he abruptly confesses and your eyes start getting teary again. Happy tears.
Dex captures your lips with his and suddenly everything clicks into place, everything makes sense. You belong together. You’re every thought that consumes his mind, you’re everything he can feel, everything he can touch.
Pretty and so damn delicate in his arms, you’re all he needs.
Not just his North Star, but you also own his heart, his mind, his body, his everything.
You’re his.
–
“Sweetheart?”
The knock on the door startles you.
Not even five minutes in the bathroom and Dex is already acting like you’ve been apart for hours. God, he has given the word clingy a whole different meaning after everything that went down the other night.
He’s been breathing down your neck ever since he kissed you and now you’re stuck playing along with his fantasy, acting as though you share his feelings and love him back.
Your suspicions were right all along. Dex is a liar.
The whole moral compass dilemma, the North Star thing, the keeping him on the right track, it was all one big lie and you’re so stupid because you should’ve seen that from the beginning.
It feels like one of those insane dreams that have you waking up in the morning, feeling more exhausted than rested, where logic doesn’t exist and nothing makes sense. How the hell did you even end up in this situation, playing house with your kidnapper?
It’s only been three days since that happened and you still can’t wrap your mind around Dex’s confession and everything it involves.
You need a way out. Immediately. How many days until his hormones dictate him to do more?
While his newly proclaimed affection has granted you some benefits - you don’t need your hands cuffed to the bed anymore, which has been a relief for your chaffed wrists and sore shoulders - it doesn’t go without a few sacrifices on your behalf. For now, Dex is settling with kisses that don’t go beyond pecking on the lips and clumsy hugs, but how long until he decides that’s not enough?
The way he hesitates every night around the bed, kissing you goodnight with eyes fleeting to the spot next to you. How his hands sweep the entire expanse of your back and then back up when he hugs you. You’re not stupid, you know how men are and what they want and in the present moment, you are very much stuck with one.
Dex is a ticking bomb and you’re at risk of being collateral damage.
The knob rattling has you holding back a sigh. Still, you take your sweet time in washing your hands and drying them. Why must you hurry when you have to be around Dex all day?
When you finally come out, Dex has his back to you while standing by the window, phone to his ear and speaking in hushes.
“... I’m off duty today, I told you. No, I can’t-” he hisses, hand on his hip as he looks outside. “Damnit, Ray, fine. Just drop the files and I’ll take a look at them. You know my apartment block, I’ll meet you downstairs.”
You wait until he’s finished with the call before making a show out of closing the bathroom door with an audible click. Dex immediately swirls around, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his pants and away from your sight, irritation vanishing from his face.
You barely get one step in his direction before he beats you to it, rushing across the room to meet you and you have to physically hold back a wince when his hands reach for you and he leans forward to peck at your lips.
He’s getting a lot more comfortable around you than you are with him, touching and kissing you and frankly, you’re not certain if he genuinely enjoys the affection or if he’s just reminding you that you’re still stuck playing house with him.
“You okay?” he asks, “You spent a lot of time in there. Was getting worried.”
His comment brushes you in the wrong way.
Dex’s attention to details sometimes borders on obsessive vigilance and the way he notices every detail about you, no matter how small and insignificant, feels like a violation of your privacy. Sure, the apartment is small and crowded, but you get the feeling Dex specifically monitors every action you take and finds satisfaction in doing so. Maybe control issues.
“My head is feeling a little heavy, actually.” you lie, figuring you can dodge Dex for the better part of the afternoon. “Think I might lay down for a while.”
The price you pay for such a small lie involves enduring with tremendous patience as Dex fusses and hovers over you as he gets you in bed, arranging and rearranging the blanket several times and having to refuse his offer of painkillers at least six times.
His hand caresses your head and it’s only when you close your eyes and pretend to fall asleep that he finally leaves you be, with a soft ‘rest well’ and a kiss to your forehead before quietly slipping out of the bedroom. At least he doesn’t put the cuff around your feet, a small comfort. The door doesn’t close all the way and so, you listen to the quiet clinking of glasses and metal as he works around the kitchen, drying them off as he always does after lunch.
Minutes are slow to pass and you nearly doze off until the chiming of a phone brings you back to consciousness.
“... yeah, I’m coming downstairs. Wait up.” Dex irritatedly hisses. The apartment door opens and keys clank before the door slams shut.
Your ears twitch at the complete silence that submerges the apartment and it takes you a solid moment to understand that Dex stepped outside the apartment.
With your heart pounding in your ribcage, you push yourself off the bed and hesitantly peek into the living room.
He’s not there or in the kitchen.
He actually left the apartment without cuffing you.
You can’t believe it. An incredulous chuckle escapes you, but it quickly dies down when you run for the door only to find it locked from the outside. That’s not good, you need to leave now. Time is running out because Dex surely won’t be gone for long, you heard him on the phone.
The emergency stairs are the only option left so you sprint towards them, knocking your elbow against the wall in your haste.
You waste precious time fumbling with the complicated lock but eventually manage to figure out how to open the living room window and push it all the way up, wincing when scraping your knees in the sill while getting out. Ouch. You’re so rusty you can’t even move straight.
The cold wind blowing strongly has you freezing the moment you find yourself outside for the first time in weeks, goosebumps erupting all over your body as your lungs fill out with fresh air and you nearly tear up at the freedom of the moment, after so long of being held up in the four walls of Dex’s grim apartment, it feels surreal to be outside.
The sound of the door shutting has your head snapping backwards, heart sinking. No, no, no.
Dex is back inside, keys dangling as he locks the door.
Shit. You didn’t even hear the door opening. He hasn’t noticed you yet so maybe you can still… Your attempt to sneak down the stairs fails massively when the metal plate sharply creaks under your weight as soon as your bare feet touch the step.
The moment processes like a slow motion frame of a movie and you watch with horror as Dex’s head snaps to the side, alerted by the sound as he takes notice of the open window and realizes that you’re standing on the emergency stairs like a deer caught in the headlights, instead of laying down in the bed he tucked you in, recovering from a headache.
The files in his hand carelessly drop to the floor, same as his keys, and the change in his expression is immediate and terrifying and it makes your blood run cold.
He holds out one hand, taking one cautiously slow step towards the window.
“It’s chilly outside, sweetheart, gonna catch a cold if you stay there.” he says with a normalcy that both confuses and scares you. “Why don’t you come back inside? It’s warmer here. C’mon.”
You don’t reply nor take your eyes off him, your grip over the handrail being the only thing keeping you steady.
You don’t run just yet, not just because Dex will easily catch up to you the moment you make a break for it, more because you’re scared down to your core. This whole situation is a ticking bomb and you’re just stalling - for what, you have no idea.
Dex repeats your name like a warning, eyes narrowing when you go down one step and then another.
“Please. Just come back inside. Trust me, you don’t wanna do this, alright?” he pleads with a deep exhale, features twisting when you ignore him and his words in favor of descending one more step. “Come back and I promise we can just forget about this, act like it never happened. I promise, okay?”
Dex mirrors your movements, stepping forward just as slowly to keep you from evading his vision.
You don’t dare turn your back on him, terrified, but there’s no way you can reach the street if you keep this slow, hesitant rhythm.
“Dex, please.” you gulp, blinking away tears that insist on clogging your eyes. Your voice wavers and you sniff. “I just wanna go home.”
“You are home, damnit.” Dex snaps. “This is our home, you and me, we belong together. Can’t you see that?” his jaw tightens, same as his hands. “After everything we’ve been through and you’re still… you still wanna abandon me. Just like everyone else. Yeah, well, I’m not letting you.”
The steel determination in his voice, the dangerous glint in his eyes is enough for your hands to turn clammy and sticky and you warily take another step down, heart thrumming in your chest when your foot nearly skips down that step.
“Sweetheart. Not another step.” he growls, “Think this through, okay? You’re not leaving, we both know that. So, you can make things easier for both of us and come back inside on your own or we can do this the hard way, which none of us is gonna like. It’s your choice.”
His words may appear honest, but you know the truth behind them.
None of this was ever your choice. You didn’t choose this, didn’t choose him, didn’t choose to be his North Star or play whatever farce he’s been throwing at your eyes the whole time and yet here you are, forced to confront a situation you never imagined yourself in.
You’ve never really had a choice when it comes to Dex.
All you know is that you can’t go back in there, living a mad man’s fantasy, caged in an apartment especially now that you’ve broken his delusions. Before your mind can fully process it, your legs make the decision for you.
You spin around and take off down the stairs, feet slapping against the metal stairs as the muscles in your legs strain to keep up with the adrenaline that curses through your veins.
There’s clamour behind you, heavy steps resonating through the metal structure at an impressive speed and Dex shouts something you can’t quite understand but you don’t dare glance behind.
The ground floor street gets closer the faster you run and there’s a hint of hope flourishing in your chest at the possibility of actually being able to reach freedom-
Something small collides against your back, harshly and with such a strength that it sends you tumbling forward, pain exploding in your vision when your forehead slams against the metal railing.
You crash and cry out when your knees land on the metal, one of your kneecaps ruthlessly bumping against one of the steps. There’s an agonizing hammering in your head and you go limp. Darkness takes over your mind but not before the dizzy, distant realization of being scooped up by firm arms.
–
"Fuck!"
A frightened sob escapes you as the tears overflow from your eyes and you push your knees to your chest and hide your face in the small space, though you find little comfort in the motion especially with the awkward stretch of the only hand cuffed Dex apparently remembered to cuff.
The painkillers somewhat helped with the pain that is splitting your head in two and the sharp throb in your left knee, but they do little to numb the blood-curdling fear that Dex’s erratic behavior is provoking in you.
Ever since you woke up, a while ago, it's been like this.
There’s a trail of destruction in the bedroom, the contents of the bedside table scattered through the floor, broken and mutilated and you try not to stare at the fist-shaped holes decorating the wall.
The deafening sound of plates and glasses shattering against the kitchen floor makes you flinch, an animalistic holler following soon.
You don’t think Dex is upset. More like absolutely furious and livid and right now, you just want the floor to swallow you whole and make you disappear. There’s nothing you can do except to hope and pray his focus doesn’t turn towards you, even if you are the reason behind his violent crash out.
You listen to him ravish and destroy the apartment for for what it feels like an eternity, objects violently crashing on the floor and his shouting bouncing off the walls until it progressively dwindles down. And then it finally ends.
The silence feels oppressively quiet, in contrast to the loud destruction from moments ago, but it doesn’t make you feel any safer. Not that you’ve ever felt safe in this place.
The quietness feels dangerous in its own way but your energy drains quickly, exhaustion settling in after the events of the day. You close your eyes, intending only to rest for a few minutes if the pain allows you to do so.
When you groggily blink your eyes open, you’re disoriented to find the entire room swarmed by the darkness of the night.
Only the small bedside lamp casts a dim, yellow light to the room and you nearly jump with fright at the tall figure looming by the bed’s edge.
It’s Dex, looking beyond miserable, messy up hair and red-rimmed eyes. He’s staring directly at you, vintage-looking headphones covering his ears as his unsettling focus remains on you, dark eyes clinging to you obsessively.
He looks somewhat calmer, despite appearing as pale as a ghost and the heavy breathing that shakes his bare chest and you only now do you notice how he’s only wearing his black shorts, his skin dewy with sweat.
Your eyes meet and Dex pulls the headphones away, throwing them onto the table. Weariness begins to grow in you when he climbs to the bed and reaches for you, your cuffs jingling as you try to back away from him.
“Dex, I’m so sorry, please-”
His lips crash against your with a vigor that sends him toppling you and you cry out when his weight presses you down, crushing you against the bed and putting awful pressure over your aching knee as your left leg gets trapped between his legs.
Your hand, the only one who isn’t cuffed to the bed, flies to his chest and pushes against the humid skin but to no avail, Dex has always been stronger than what he looks like. His hands cradle your head with a tight hold, strong fingers framing your face and it worsens the pain in your skull until it feels like your head is gonna implode.
His kiss is forceful, his mouth pressing painfully hard to the point you can’t breathe, muffling down every sob and wail of yours.
Something hard pokes your thigh and you dig your nails into his arm when Dex groans and presses harder against your leg till you can’t even move it away. Bile rises in your throat when he begins to move, humping your thigh with a pace that quickly becomes frantic enough to have the bed creaking.
There’s little you can do except to just shut your eyes and let your hand limply fall to the bed, knowing in your conscience that you’ll never be able to wash off the humiliation and disgust of this moment.
Dex breaks the kiss, hovering over you as his mouth sucks desperate kisses over every inch of your tear-streaked face.
“s’okay, sweetheart, I forgive you.” he breathlessly growls into your skin, teeth grazing your cheek.
Dampness soaks through the thin fabric of his shorts and onto your leg as he moves faster, your leg having gone numb at this point. “I forgive you. Cause I love you and I know you love me back. Need me just as much as I need you.”
And when Dex finally reaches his peak, with an obscenely loud grunt by your ear, with his whole body collapsed on top of yours, with the wetness of his cum staining your thigh, it dawns on you that you’ll never truly escape him.
