Females x Reader

Yandere older sister x male neko reader

Yandere older sister x male neko reader from @Twilightjoker
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(Y/N) loved his big sister. He loved how she would wait for him after school, would cook him nice food, would take care of him, would comfort him when things went wrong, and would play games with him. Things began to change after their mother and father died, though. (Y/N) was fifteen, and his sister was seventeen years old. She grew simultaneously clingy and meaner, more demanding, and much obsessive.

It wasn't too bad to begin with, but things gradually became worse. Food he ate tasted odd, underwear he wore were always slightly humid, and his sister's room became a no entry zone. His sister was also a lot more physical and would hug him, resting her arms slightly too close to his lower body. Her head, chest, or bottom always seemed slightly too close for comfort. This would usually make him exceedingly flustered, which his sister certainly got a kick out of, but (Y/N) decided not to think too much of it, still loving his sister very much, until she became slightly unstable. She would suddenly become very angry or sad for no reason in particular. During this time, she would often end up annoyed or angry at him, and this usually led to physical abuse. She would hit him repeatedly while he cried for her to stop and 'snap out of it'.

This continued for nearly the entire year. (Y/N) had grown very distant from his sister, despite her efforts to apologise for her almost daily outbursts. He would cook his own meals, do his own laundry, do his own shopping, and everything. He even got a part time job at a coffee shop so that he wouldn't have to ask her to give him money from the bank account their parents had left them. He stopped asking her to help him study for school, locking himself in his room for hours on end to do so alone.

Of course, this distance was hurting (Y/N)'s sister a lot. She went from sweet, to bipolar, to downright psychotic. And yet, despite the very obvious signs such as her having a basement constructed, her buying ropes, and various other highly suspicious items, (Y/N) did not think of t, largely because he didn't want to. He wanted to believe his sister was a great human being, just like she used to be, and yet, she evidently wasn't the same person as the sister he knew before his parents died.

Soon, (Y/N) would turn sixteen. He wasn't planning anything. In the year without his good old sister, he had matured mentally to that of a thirty year old jaded by office work. Well, that's what it felt like, at least. Especially since he was too socially inept to bother making friends, and so no one bothered to approach either. Films and anime lied about how people would reach out to others who started life with no friends. Thus, (Y/N) felt extremely lonely, and fell into a slight existential depression, and didn't bother to organise anything for his birthday. It was just a day like any other where he would go to work and school, alone and miserable. Sure he was turning sixteen, but what the hell did that matter when he had exams and a job to worry about.

Soon enough, the day came rolling around the corner,and he hadn't told anyone, planned anything, or showed any signs of cheering up. His sister noticed. She thought that he should be happy that he was passing an age milestone, and that he should be looking forwards to it. However, she watched her brother feel depressed and listless. So, she decided to cheer him up by confessing her love to him. Besides, he would have to accept, or she would be sad too, and she knew he didn't want that.

Then, the not so big day arrived, and (Y/N) woke up tied up in a chair with rope in the basement his sister had built. At that precise moment, the final faint glint of belief in humanity died. One could pinpoint the second his face fell and he gave up on life. He had wished his sister was a good person, but the bodies along the wall and on the floor said otherwise, and (Y/N) listened. His sister wasn't a good person. She was a bad person. A very, very bad person indeed.

The she-devil then spoke up from behind him.

'I see you're awake, sweety. Did you sleep well?' She asked in a sickenly cutesie voice. Once upon a time, (Y/N) would have loved her for it, but the stench of the various rotting corpses, the faeces, and the blood stopped the thought of love ever reaching this borders of his mind.

'I slept like I usually do any other night.' He said, not actually answering the question.

'Come on, hun! It's your birthday!' She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting he hands just above his crotch. 'You're sixteen now. A veritable young man, ready for the picking.' She whispered in his ear.

'Uh-huh. So?'

'So?!' She exclaimed, spinning the chair around to look him in the face. 'So that means I don't have to hide my love anymore.' She sat on his lap and held his face in her hands.

'Hey! Sis--'

'No!' She cut him off. 'I want you to think of me as a woman, not your sister. So, call me by my name.'

'Sophie. What are you doing?'

'I'm claiming you as mine~.' And with that, she kissed him.

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Well, that was that, I suppose. I know the main character isn't quite what the person who requested this had in mind, but I couldn't help it. I don't choose how my stories end, after all.