Fatal Affection (yandere Alice Cullen and Yandere Jasper Hale x male oc)

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-Jasper POV-

As we perched quietly on Bennett's windowsill, I could feel the subtle ebb and flow of his emotions, like warm waves lapping against my senses. Even in his sleep, Bennett radiated something innocent, soft, and unguarded. Vulnerable. And that vulnerability made me ache to draw him in, to bring him so deeply into our world that he'd never want to leave.

"He's falling in love," Alice cooed, her voice soft but teasing as her gaze danced over Bennett.

"Yes, he is," I replied, a smile stretching across my face. The flicker of desire, confusion, and attachment wove through his dreams; I didn't need to nudge a single feeling. This was all Bennett, raw and untouched. For once, I didn't have to influence him. He was getting there on his own. And I loved watching it happen.

Alice shifted, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on my lips, her touch sweet but laced with the same dark excitement I was feeling. "He doesn't even know what's happening to him, but that's alright," she murmured, her gaze fixed on him. "We'll help him figure it out."

She was right. Bennett had no idea what he was getting pulled into or how deeply his life would change. And while I knew his innocence made him fragile, it only made me more eager to shape him, to make him ours.

Alice's eyes lit up with her familiar, crafty spark. "By next Sunday," she murmured, smirking, "I bet we can have his 'engagement' called off entirely."

My grin widened. "Did you know she'd be calling tonight?" I asked a slight tilt to my head, knowing Alice's protective streak ran as deep as her jealousy. Jessica called him and tried to cling to what she thought was hers, which was amusing. But Alice was already a few steps ahead of her.

"Of course," Alice said, giving a small, annoyed pout. "But his mother practically insisted he stay on the phone with us instead." Her lips curled into a smirk.

"'Us? or just you?" I teased, knowing full well Bennett's mother Melissa would only want him with Alice and only Alice. It had taken planning and subtlety to plant the seeds, to nurture the idea that Alice was a far better match than Jessica could ever be. His family would never be able to comprehend the depth of our connection, nor would they accept it, so we had to be creative.

Alice's eyes glittered mischievously. "She couldn't stop praising how lovely we were. Though I think her affection for me will only grow with time."

I chuckled. "You're right, love. And it won't be long before Bennett follows." I glanced at him, still resting peacefully, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"He looked so good dressed up for church," Alice murmured.

I let a smirk slip onto my face. "You've always had a fondness for formal wear," I replied with a smirk.

"Especially on you," she teased, leaning in with a glint of mischief. "Although i have a feeling Bennett wouldn't be able to refuse playing another kind of dress up for me. And you," she added at the end heavily, myself instantly knowing what she meant, appealing to my 'attractiveness' to femininity.

"That should be enjoyable", I agreed, turning towards Bennett's sleeping body, my mind already picturing him all dressed up for me. Perhaps I'm more into this than I thought.

"He'd look so pretty," Alice whispered darkly, leaning close, her voice a seductive murmur. She knew exactly what she was doing, sensing my mind drifting down this path and feeding into it, shaping it. Bennett, our Bennett, willingly transformed, ready to please.

"Yes," I agreed, voice barely above a whisper as my eyes lingered on him, already dreaming of all the ways he'd become ours.

My gaze lingered on Bennett, my thoughts dipping into territory even I hadn't fully explored before. In the room's silence, as the moonlight brushed Bennett's sleeping form, an image began forming in my mind—a vision of him transformed. I imagined Bennett dressed in soft, flowing fabrics, maybe something delicate that highlighted his slender build, an outfit that drew out his gentleness, his quiet beauty. The idea captivated me. Something about the thought of him in that role, vulnerable yet radiant, filled me with a new fascination.

Alice, noticing the shift in my thoughts, leaned close, her breath warm against my ear. "He'd be beautiful, don't you think?" she whispered, her words laced with dark curiosity. "Imagine him wrapped in soft lace, gentle colours...just for you and a pretty wig to frame his gorgeous face."

The venom tingled at the back of my throat, my mind sharpening the image further. Bennett, softened and delicate, framed in elegance with each careful, tender detail—his cheeks pink with innocence and perhaps a hint of something new, his expression unsure but willing. The thought stirred something profound within me. His gentle, trusting nature and his naivety would make this transformation into something special, something only we would ever see and share.

"Yes," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "He'd be breathtaking."

The idea of Bennett dressing himself, preparing himself to meet our desires, was intoxicating. It was more than appearance; it was about drawing him deeper, allowing him to offer himself fully, giving over his vulnerability with a quiet devotion. He wouldn't just be dressing up; he'd willingly become what Alice and I wanted him to be: someone secure, cherished, and completely ours.

Alice's fingers laced through mine, her voice a murmur of agreement. "Once he's ours," she said softly, a slight smile in her voice, "he'll never look anywhere else."

I let that settle over me, knowing that soon Bennett would be bound to us in every way that mattered. He was already on the edge, only a few steps away from realising just how fully he belonged with us.

A flicker of an image took hold as I gazed at Bennett's sleeping form: Bennett in a dress, elegant and soft, something flowing and delicate that clung just enough to hint at his lean frame. In my mind's eye, I pictured the dress in a gentle shade, maybe a pastel, the kind of fabric that would move with every step he took, trailing behind him. His usual brown hair would be hidden beneath a soft, wavy wig, perhaps a shade lighter, framing his face and bringing out a vulnerability I knew he wasn't even aware he had.

The thought intensified as I imagined him walking toward me, his movements hesitant and uncertain. There he'd be, cheeks flushed, his gaze lowered, an innocence surrounding him that only made him more alluring. I could see my hands reaching out to him instinctively, unable to resist touching the fabric that hugged his form, tracing along the lines, watching the way he'd react to my touch.

The venom pooled in my mouth, and my senses heightened as I pictured him letting me draw him close, his uncertainty dissolving under the attention. He'd be so easy to mould and receptive, wanting to be what I desired without fully understanding how deeply my want ran. Every inch of him would be mine to touch, hold, and admire. The dress and the wig would all serve as a compelling frame, enhancing what was already so irresistible about him: his need to be loved, to be seen, and to belong.

Alice's voice cut into my reverie, her whisper close. "You can barely stand it, can you?" She knew my thoughts, every one of them.

"Not at all," I murmured, breath tight. For us alone, the idea of him dressed so beautifully was almost unbearable. "I won't be able to keep my hands off him."

Alice grinned knowingly. "And he'd let you, wouldn't he? For you, anything. he wouldn't stop you; knowing him, he'd enjoy it, enjoy you taking him and turning him into your desires, deciding what he likes for him."

I allowed myself a final glance at his resting form, the sense of anticipation building. Bennett was already so close to falling completely, and soon enough, he'd be everything we wanted him to be. A quick flash of him asleep with the scrunched-up dress at his waist and messy wig on, exhausted and worn out from previous activities, his body needs to rest. Gulping, I had to hold in the gag as the venom burned as I swallowed it.

"He'd be such a good girl for you", she whispered as I finally forced myself to look away before my mind went too far.

6th November 2024
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