fraqilove

[fraqilove]

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹— 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 . .

yandere! boy x f!reader. nsfw themes — unreciprocated + one sided love. ends apruptly .. sort of struggled with this one eheh .. ﾉ shrine ﾉ slight worshipping ﾉ mentions of handjob ﾉ stalking implications ﾉ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა‎

soft lips collided with the paper cutout, the soft texture pressing against the smooth, glossy surface. his tongue darted out, a wet sheen coating the surface, his saliva mixing with the paint, the moisture dripping down the surface, the thick liquid slowly sliding down the image. the action had become a routine, an almost daily occurrence, a practice he had engaged in almost every day since he had first laid eyes on you. it was the closest thing to touching you he could think of, the closest he would ever come to having you, the only way he could possibly express his emotions. every evening, as the sun was beginning to set, the rays of the golden orb casting a soft glow across the sky, he would make his way to his bedroom, the soles of his feet padding across the floorboards, the soft, carpeted surface muffling his footsteps. as he neared the doorway, he would begin to take off his clothes, his fingers working deftly, unbuttoning the front of his shirt, untucking the fabric, letting the material fall to the ground, his pants soon joining the heap. by the time he had made his way across the threshold, he was clad in only his underwear, the thin cotton material the only thing protecting his modesty.

the shrine stood proudly in the center of the room, the object a testament to his dedication, his obsession, a symbol of his devotion. candles had been placed on either side of the wooden structure, the flickering flames casting shadows across the walls, the soft glow bathing the space in a warm, comforting glow. A small vase had been placed on the topmost shelf, the clear glass filled to the brim with wildflowers, the blooms a mixture of bright colours, the petals a vibrant contrast against the dull grey of the walls. pictures had been taped to the wood, the images varying in size, the paper cutouts ranging from a few centimeters to a full meter in length. each image had been lovingly chosen, the subjects carefully selected, each one depicting the person he loved most in the world. Some had been taken from afar, the distance obscuring his face, the focus instead drawn to the object of his affection. other photos were closer, the details and features of you, the person he so desperately desired visible, the images a clear, accurate depiction of your beauty. a small collection of letters had been added, the papers folded, the ink-stained words scribbled on the inside, the sentences a declaration of his feelings, his undying love, the paragraphs a detailed description of the many reasons why he adored you.

every day, the shrine was meticulously cleaned, the surface dusted and polished, the wood shining under the artificial light, the candles trimmed, the flames burning brightly. the flowers were regularly changed, the petals replaced, the wilted blooms removed and discarded, fresh blooms replacing the old. he would take his time, ensuring the structure was in pristine condition, the space around the shrine equally immaculate, not a single speck of dust or dirt to be seen. after all, this was a place of worship, a sanctuary, a sacred space, the most important place in his life. Nothing could sully this room, or the object in its centre. if anything were to happen to it, if anyone were to dare desecrate this area, they would feel the full brunt of his fury.

a soft sigh escaped his lips as he eyed the glob of spit, the sticky substance clinging to the paper, before he pressed his mouth to the photo once more, his tongue darting out, lapping up the spit. as he pulled back, a small groan escaped his lips, the sound coming from deep within his chest, the noise a cross between a moan and a whimper. the sound echoed off the walls, reverberating through the space, the tone low and deep, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. his underwear was becoming uncomfortably tight, the fabric straining against his growing erection. his fingers drifted lower, his palm cupping his groin, the heel of his hand rubbing against the bulge. he closed his eyes, the images in his head filling with fantasies of you, his imagination running wild, the scenes in his mind becoming more and more vivid, the scenes growing more explicit, the images becoming more intense. the heat pooling in his stomach grew stronger, the fire building, warmth spreading throughout his body. a soft hiss slipped from his lips, the sound followed by a loud moan, the noise louder than he intended, his voice carrying through the silence.

oh, how perverted he was.. how dirty and depraved..

but in the privacy of his own bedroom, in the sanctity of his most intimate space, what harm could it do?

[fraqilove]

𝓑𝓐𝓜𝓑𝓘 𝓑𝓐𝓑𝓨 ! she. her. eighteen ! making a safe little place 4 all of the littl cubs who luv yanderes . . writing, personal digi diary + self ship !! i hope 2 provide u all with a comforting home here ..

bambi only accepts residents who r pure of heart 'n as sweet as sugar .. ෆ those who r shown 2 not be kind, will be penalised with a block .

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