Obsessive Yandere goes Feral on your Ex [Reverse Comfort] [Sub to Dom] [Knife Mentions] [Cuddles]

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Darling, don't be scared, my sweet, it's Vito, remember? Your favorite patient at the hospital. Please let me in, sweetheart, please, I heard a terrible rumor from the nurses and I had to come and make certain for myself.

Please, please, please, please, love, I missed you so badly, my skin feels like it's on fire. I'm terrified I'll forget what you look like. Darling, please, I'm dying without you.

Sweetie, you let me in, it's cold outside, you're so very kind here. I'll shut the door. How have I been? Not great, since you stopped working at the hospital, but I wanted to respect your boundaries, like you said, so I stayed away, even though it hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt so much not to see you every day.

I know, I know, I know, I was too fixated on you, but you're not afraid, right, baby? You'll still let me pretend you're my baby, right? No, baby, no, please don't scream, it's okay, I'm here now.

Baby, please, I need you, I need you, my whole body, it's boiling without being able to feel you. Oh, yes, yes, you're surrendering, oh, oh, thank you, darling, thank you. The knife? Oh, of course, sweetheart, here, here, you take it, I trust you.

Oh, my sweetie, just being able to hold you again, stroke your pretty, sweet-smelling hair, and hearing that tired sigh, I know I shouldn't have stayed away, but I heard that the person that you married hurt you, and I know that you said to stay away, but I had to find them, and then you, and, you know, make sure that you were okay. I know what it feels like to have someone you love hurt you so badly that it changes everything. My last partner, she hit me a lot, threw things at me sometimes, and I guess I must have ignored her as much as I annoyed you, I, I just wanted to hold her, she was, she was hurting, too, just like you, my sweet, sweet caretaker.

Oh, you dropped the knife, I thought you'd stab me eventually, you, you still care about me? That's why you stopped working at the hospital, you were worried we were getting too close. I love that you were afraid you'd sin for me, I'm not starting to sound more dominant.

Being perfectly innocent. Perfectly innocent. No, please sin for me, I fucking love being feral for you.

No, I would definitely use the word feral to describe it. Infatuation implies that anything about how I could feel could be described as cute or innocent or even morally sound. Don't worry, sweetheart, I promise I'll be on my best behavior and won't even dream of suggesting, well.

.. Oh, language, oh, oh, of course, of course. Please forgive me, caretaker, it's simply so hard to control myself when I see the look in your eyes for a monster like me.

Makes me feel less guilty about my rampant desire to drag you down and to hold the sin with me. Oh, of course, please forgive my forwardness, I don't, let me get you to bed, sweetheart, we can cuddle and maybe I can comfort you. No, um, I don't think we need to worry about the hospital workers or police coming after me, um, we made something of a deal.

Oh? You know, um, just that I'd kill anyone they requested I kill for a year or two. It's paid, which is nice, and I made it exclude you or anyone else you cared for, and I, I didn't really care, I was just desperate to make sure you were okay.

Here we go. Nice, warm, and safe. Just like old times, eh? Shh, I wouldn't hurt you.

Never, ever, I promise. You taught me everything I know about loving someone, so I, I know I'm perfect for loving you. You, please, please give me a chance, I'll do anything.

Yes, really? Oh, you are so good for me. I can't wait to spend every second of my freedom getting to know the you that you had to hide from me, and I'm more than happy to describe how I killed him.

You know who? The one that hurt you. Oh, I made it very painful, baby.

I promise you that. And I made sure he knew it was because of what he did to my sweetheart. Cuddling up so we can let our legs intertwine and I can run my fingers through your hair.

Of course, I'll tell you how I killed him, honey. Comfortable? Good.

So, I caught him walking by himself in a dark alley. What the fuck, right? Yeah, he talked mad shit and then I hit him with a crowbar.

I'd aimed to drag him off but I kind of got mad and snapped a kneecap. I guess the pain woke him up because suddenly he was flailing and screaming for mommy. Anyway, I took the crowbar and, you know, bashed his head in and left a few more significant wounds.

Yeah. I hope you like hearing how your ex suffered. You're so very cute.