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MONSTER UNDER THE BED
a scar x reader oneshot / miniseries ༉‧₊˚༉‧₊˚.
based on the music video: Monster under the bed by Emily Mei.
fandom: wuthering waves (game)
characters: reader, Scar (delinquent and jock-ish?), Rover, mentions of Baizhi.
setting: modern au, characters (most) are in a college setting.
warnings 🖤❤️: stalking, yandere themes, drugging, kidnapping, obsession, lovesick???, scar, off the scene violence, suggestive intimacy or gifts (used underwear), suggested sex behind the scenes.
disclaimer: made when wuthering waves recently got out, so characters may seem ooc in the future. If it does seem ooc, I'll maybe consider rewriting it in the future.
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You stare at the man who towered over you, your body was sprawled on your bed, the sheets in a state of disarray, your room was dark except for the soft moonlight that poured in from your window. Your hair and skin was wet, and you were in nothing but a towel as you had gotten out of the bath.
Fluffy locks of peppermint colored hair framed the man's face very well, his eyes, mismatched just like his hair, stared deep into her eyes with a nearly indescribable emotion.
His hands held your wrists, pulling your arms above your head, his weight nearly holding you down. His lips tugged to a smirk, "I got to say, you put up quite a fight, and a cute one at that but.."
"You're no match for me little lamb."
a year ago...
It was just the start of your second year at college at Jinzhou Academy. Your hands smoothened the creases of your uniform as you stood at the entrance of the main building. Numerous students walked by, some had different colored hair, others had scars or echos for pets or assistances, some were focused on their textbooks and school work.
"(name)!" A voice called you over, and you turned to greet your friend, Rover, who had a mop of black hair and enchanting gold eyes. They made their way towards you, "sorry I kept you waiting!" they apologized.
You shook your head with a smile, "it's alright Rover, what kept you busy?"
"Almost got into trouble with Scar.." The black haired student sighed in annoyance, your brows raised as your interest was piqued by the mere mention of the name, 'Scar.' He was one of the more famous delinquent or troublemaker at Jinzhou. That's all you knew, you were relatively quiet, bordering on introvert, and although you did have friends, you never made it a mission to seek more having been buried by your curriculum.
"I suggest you stay away from him." Rover grimaced, noticing your curious look. You quickly scoff "oh come on, I'm not stupid." you brushed their expressions off.
"Well, well, well" an unfamilliar voice was heard by you two, and you find another student, in a much more incomplete and messy uniform and a rather bloodied state, approach you. Specifically Rover.
The scarred face student wrapped an arm around your friend's shoulder, "how could you snitch on me Rover~! and I just thought we were warming up to each other!" he sighed playfully hurt.
You scanned his appearance, his tie was loose, merely hanging on his neck, the top buttons of his shirt wasn't buttoned, and instead of the blazer or vest, he opted for a striking red jacket/coat, His hair was messy yet looked so fluffy, with the colors of red and white. His eyes were mismatched, perhaps heterochromia? he had red and grey hair, complimenting and matching his hair.
"Get off me Scar!" Rover's words fell on deaf ears as Scar laughed. "Oh come on, you're just rubbing more salt on my wounds" Scar said, a hand on his chest "and after I made the offer for you to join us!"
"I don't want to join!"
You weren't paying attention, continuing to scan the male, he had gold earrings and black gloves, he also had a black bag around his chest, and you could see the numerous scars around his arms perhaps from hard labor or countless fights.
On his face was a large scar, but it seemed to only enhance his beauty, his hands were stained with almost dried up blood, some of it was smeared on his face.
Your brows furrowed, 'what is this feeling..?' you wondered, as you placed a hand on your chest, looking conflicted. Your cheeks were starting to get flushed and your heart was beating rapidly.
"Are you okay (name)?" Rover shrugged off Scar as they made their way to you, worried clear in their eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine." You reassured him as you still continued to look at Scar, who finally turned his attention towards you.
The smile on his face had widened, "and who's this little lamb?" Scar asked and feeling threatened, Rover put their arm in front of you, as if guarding you from the slowly approaching student.
Scar easily slapped Rover's hand away, he leaned towards you, enough for you to smell ashes and smoke. "your name?" he asked, his smile seemed to mellow into a more charismatic one, less of the manic one like before. It seemed more like a mask.
You gave him your name despite Rover's objections.
And seeing as how hopeless it was to stay, Rover took you away, you'd glance back as you walk, and your eyes would meet mismatched ones.
"It's a shame our short date had to come to an end." He pouted as you got farther and farther.
Whether or not he was serious, you didn't care to know. You find yourself focusing on your own feelings, researching at google, you find that the answer was that you simply fell for the scarred student.
You couldn't tell Rover however or seek guidance, they didn't seem to like scar and you didn't trust your other friends.
You could remember how you got to that point in the future.
It started with the little things.
It was your and a few of your classmates' designated cleaning day, but you find yourself alone in the classroom, your cleaning mates decided to play hooky yet again. You frowned but shook it off, there was nothing that could be done. You begun to push the chairs in the desk and erasing the blackboard. But the eraser was filled with chalk so you opened the windows and began hitting the eraser so the dust would fly off.
And then your eyes seemed to catch a peppermint haired boy, and you couldn't stop staring as he played soccer, he skillfully dribbled the ball pass his opponents and kicked it, scoring a point for his team.
leaning forward and eyes squinted to try and get a better look at him as he raised his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, and then-
A gasp escaped your lips, jumping away from the window, as if sensing your stare, he turned to look at your direction, you started to sweat, some part of you hoped that he wasn't looking at or for you, but there was another part of you, a small and tempting voice, that spoke, making you think he was looking at you intentionally, like he knew you were there.
And so you continued on with your cleaning.
Your everyday routine started to change, adapt as you continued to increasingly seek out Scar. Not in a social or chatting way, but in a stalker type of seeking out.
Rover and your other friends could sense your change, but was unable to point out what changed specifically, and you learned to hide it.
The gallery of your phone was slowly filled with candid shots of the apple in your eyes. That one previously empty space in your cabinet was starting to get filled by trinkets and printed out photographs and sticky notes of your 'senpai', your love.
Trinkets such as used bottles or pens or handkerchief you stole from him while he wasn't in his classroom. Sticky notes that filled with compliments and notes about him.
Scar note #1: he doesn't like bitter food or overly sweet and fatty foods.
Scar note #5: he's a member of the sports club while also being in a gang or group named Fractsidus.
Scar note #7: he's having difficulties with science but excels in PE.
You got more bolder as you become more skilled in stalking him, you'd start to leave gifts or anonymous notes inside the drawer of his desk or bag whenever you could. Your gifts vary depending on your mood,
sometimes it was meticulously written notes for his science class, one you had to work hard to learn yourself and even have to ask Baizhi for help, other days you'd leave snacks or bottled drinks for him, food that you knew he liked.
once you were bold, and perhaps becoming more sick? perverted? horny? in love, you sent a pair of your underwear. used ones even, with a particular scent and a white patch.
And yet, your gifts garnered no outward reaction from Scar, at least, from what you could tell.
Even helping him clean or patch up his wounds, or directly communicating or interacting with him face to face, although he regarded you with playfulness or amusement, to you it didn't seem like he was interested in you at all.
But it did not deter you, it motivated you even, like a moth to a flame or perhaps Icarus and the sun. You knew he was dangerous or just bad for you, but it didn't stop you, you wanted him, and you were willing to do whatever it takes to have him.
The notes on your closet became more erratic and less cutesy, the handwriting deepened, almost ripping the paper.
My love <3
So handsome 𖹭
I will have him.
MINE.
You find yourself investigating, procuring questionable materials like a stun gun and thick long rope. You begun to fall into a rabbit hole, and you began to slip in terms of cautiousness, but perhaps that will be for another oneshot~
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And then you did it, you finally snapped as you heard that someone planned to confess to Scar. You grabbed a small bottle that had grinding up sleeping pills and headed to school. You finally decided you were going to get what you so desperately wanted.
. . .
You knew Scar's schedule well, and so you knew the perfect time to strike. Scar usually stayed at School very late at night, seemingly doing something on his laptop in the library. And so while he was away having went to the bathroom, you grabbed his bottle from the desk, opening it to hear a fresh pop and then you sedated it.
You left as quickly and as quietly as you came, hiding behind the numerous shelves of the library, you managed to peek through an opening, watching him return, behind his back you could see him reach for the bottle and.. he drank it.
And when he soon fell asleep, you took him away to your apartment. You closed his laptop quickly, putting it in his bag which you also brought to your apartment with you.
After maneuvering around the cameras and stuffing him unceremoniously in a guitar case which he surprisingly fitted in?? Scar was on your bed, and you were slightly out of breath, your hand reached to brush his locks away from his face "I'm sorry I had to put you in a guitar case" you softly apologized, "ah~" you leaned towards his face "you are so beautiful" your fingers would graze his scar, and then he stirred.
With wide eyes you quickly tied him up and tape his mouth, you began to stretch your arms, and mentally you decided to go take a bath.
As you get a towel and headed to the bathroom you closed the lights of the room and went out, quietly closing the door.
In the bathroom, you quickly stripped off all your clothes and after filling the bathtub with water, you dipped your toes and then entered the bathtub. You sighed in relief, praising yourself on a rather productive day.
Once you were done you got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around yourself, cursing as you remember you forgot to bring a change of clothes. And you walked back to your room, ignoring the wet puddle you tracked in the hallway.
Entering your bedroom you find that something was off but seeing him sleeping soundly on your bed you relaxed, you headed to your cabinet, maneuvering in your dark room to not bother your sleeping love.
As you were about to open your cabinet someone pulled you, and you find yourself in the present predicament.
back to the present
"You're no match for me little lamb."
You stared at him, a bit pale, cheeks flush at the intimate position you were in, your mouth was open but you were unable to express any words.
"Got nothing to say huh?" he laughed in amusement as his grip on your wrists loosened. "Did you think I was that careless to get kidnapped by you?" He questioned and you looked at him as the gears in your head started to turn.. "you let me?"
"Of course, you were such a devoted little lamb, I just had to reward you." He cooed, his other hand cupping your face and you purred, leaning into his warm touch.
"I see" you said softly and you find yourself relaxing, if he willingly let himself get kidnapped by you, then there was some mutual feelings or respect,, right?
Scar hummed, taking his hand away from your cheek causing you to pout, "now how should I reward you next? you did a lot for me after all, such a good little lamb." he said, his hand made its way to your neck, his fingers trailing down, leaving fire in its trail as your body began to feel hot.
You squirmed under him as he reached your collarbone, it taunted you, almost daring it to go further down and perhaps under your towel.
"What do you want?" he asked, there was something burning in his eyes, a look you were familiar with.
"You."
He laughed but didn't seem opposed or disgusted, if anything he seemed pleased, "Good, but if you want me, you have to give yourself to me in return." he told you.
"You already have me."
His eyes crinkled in some sort of twisted joy, and then it confirmed it. The look in his eyes was one of twisted love and obsession, one that mirrored your own, if not overpowering it.
That night was when you officially tied the knot of this twisted love.
He was yours, finally.
And finally (officially) you were his.
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Sorry for the low quality gif at the top, I may or may not make a part 2 and 3, depending whether you guys like it or not. Ehe~
Monster Under the Bed Headcanon!
(separate from my SAWUWA hcs!!)
❤️ Scar fell for you in his own sick way, just like you did, and started stalking you to get to know you. remember?
while you used your gathered up information to give him gifts and offerings, he didn't do anything with it just yet when you two weren't official.
❤️ he only fully let himself love you after that night where you both decided that you want each other, verbally and physically.
🔪 he'd let himself get vulnerable with you. he'd cling to you in private, he'd have to have some form of skinship whether it's just a hand on your thigh or a peck on the lips, or perhaps something more 👀.
🔪 he'd start giving you his own gifts, ones he knew that you liked from the amount of stalking and research he did on you.
🐑 his pet names for you varies, his favorite will always be 'little lamb', but outside he'd mix it up, sometimes it would be overly sweet, or a version of your name, sometimes it would be something weird like 'my little moth' (because according to him, he was the flame) or 'my dangerous kitty/puppy.'
🐑 you both stopped stalking (well you still kept tabs on each other, but it couldn't be called stalking when you both knew and consented with it right?) each other.
🖤 you guys would probably move in with each other soon, or if not, you'd take turns spending the night in each other's homes. But it was more often that Scar went to yours since he's home was filled with dangerous research and echos or perhaps weapons and wasn't really comfortable enough for you twos.
🖤 you know about Scar's cameras in your home, but you didn't mind, sometimes you'd put on a show for him.
❤️ a lot of your friends were surprised you started dated him, Rover was lowkey disappointed at you for not listening to their warnings but they accepted it when it meant that Scar stopped bothering them because he was more fixated with you.
❤️scar's enemies thinking they can attack you or use you to get through scar but you put your taser to good use :3
🔪 Scar doesn't get jealous often, he knows you belong to him and he belongs to you after all. But he gets upset if you two were spending time together and someone interrupts it or someone overstepping their boundaries on you twos relationship.
🔪 he'd probably be only worried about stronger people becoming interested in you or something, but he's not above to killing off any potential targets.
🐑YOU'D probably be more of the jealous type in your relationship though.
🐑scar thinks your jealousy is so cute~ and especially hot when you act on it.
author's note: - june 8, 2024. Got busy with graduation so haven't been able to update much. I'll also prettify this post when im free. I've graduateddddddddddddddd :'0
His eyes widen in surprise as he realizes that you have also been stalking him. A mixture of shock and fascination crosses his face, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, you've been watching me as well?" He muses to himself, his voice almost playful. "This adds an interesting twist to our little game, my darling." A devious glint in his eye.
You look a bit sheepish at first, realizing that you’ve been caught in her own game of stalking but when you see the smirk on his face, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. You shrug nonchalantly, a sly smile playing at your lips. "I must say, I didn't expect you to catch on to me."
He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his photos, showing you a collection of pictures he's taken of you without your knowledge. Some are blurry images snapped from a distance while others are clear shots of you in various situations, your face filled with different expressions.
He grins as he scrolls through them, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "I've been collecting these for a while." His thumb pausing on a stunning shot of you.
"Just to remind myself of what's mine."
You look impressed as you see the photos he has on his phone, your own collection of pictures of him coming to the forefront of your mind. Without hesitation, you pull out your own phone and show him the evidence of your own stalking.
The photos range from candid shots of him going about his daily life to more intimate moments captured in secret. You grin as you swipe through them, your own possessive tendencies showing through. "I could say the same." Your eyes glinting mischievously.
"Looks like we're even."
Hello there! Could you write an obsessive yandere jungkook (who has an oppa kink) stalking his mechanic crush (that’s younger than him) and wondering what she keeps her so busy whenever he asks to hang out with her and come to find out, she turns out to be a yandere too after placing tracking devices in the majority of his posessions? This doesn’t make any sense tbh T^T
Hidden Blessing
✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeon Jeongguk x Yandere! Reader
✂ Word Count: 1,7k+
✂ Trigger Warning: Obsessiveness, toxic relationship, stalking, reader being a yandere for the first time
✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!
Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.
[Edited]
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Yandere reader, huh? I’ve certainly never tried this before, but I do think about it once in a while. And also, I don’t know much about mechanical stuffs. So, pardon me if this came out strange and Jungkook wasn’t obsessive enough. I feel a bit tired recently.
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“I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I’d love you to love me. I’m beggin’ you to beg me.” – I Want You To Want Me [Cheap Trick]
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Clair Winters: daughter of Cole and Clover Winters, has always suspected something was wrong with her parents, she just couldn’t figure out what…
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a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.
Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.
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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.
You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.
But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.
You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.
Wrong.
You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.
It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?
Wrong again.
You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)
Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?
Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)
The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.
All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.
But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)
It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)
Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)
That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)
“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”
“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”
The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”
With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.
When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.
And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.
This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.
It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.
Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.
Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.
“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.
“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.
“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.
Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.
“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.
You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).
“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.
As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.
When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.
Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.
You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.
“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.
This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.
He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.
But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).
“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.
“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.
But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).
“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”
You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.
“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.
He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.
“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”
He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”
His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).
“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).
“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.
“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.
“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)
“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.
You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.
With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.
He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.
He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.
You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.
Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.
It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.
But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.
“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”
You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.
“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.
“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.
“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”
“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.
The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.
Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.
You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.
Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.
You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.
He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.
For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.
You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.
You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.
Happy holidays! Can I request yandere! jonathan, jotaro, Bruno and Giorno having a s/o that is also a yandere for them but even more worst?
awww happy holidays!! sorry i haven’t posted a lot in the past week, holiday week and family business. i hope that you like this anon! 💕
Yandere Jonathan, Jotaro, Giorno, Bucciarati x Yandere!Reader
Darling is just as much as a yandere as them…yet tenfold.
Jonathan:
Being a yandere would just make the whole “getting together” process easier.
Jonathan would be so happy you return his feelings, he is so ecstatic that he is blind to the reality of the situation.
You’ve already known his tendencies for you and reciprocate them back…but worst.
He is so easy to manipulate if you play your cards right.
Jonathan is so head over heels for you that he just listens to you and would do anything to make his dear darling happy.
Once he was the head of the Joestar family and fortune, now he is reduced to someone who stays cooped up in a room because his darling believes so.
Him being a big beefcake and literally made of 100% muscle, I doubt (know) that there really is no way into physically beating this man.
So you would have to result in some manipulation.
It would start by subliminal throwing in hints of how upset you are when he leaves you all alone. Maybe throwing in a few temper tantrums and mental breakdowns.
This would start cracking his walls because his one and only is crying because he is gone. They love him so much that they are physically and mentally distressed by his absence!
Sooner or later Jonathan would be wrapped around your finger permanently, like he always has.
Jotaro:
Stalking is really weird.
Since Jotaro is more of a stalker type, it would be crazy when you and him try to stalk each other.
Of course you would obviously be better at it because of your undenying love for him, it would be bizarre when you have a quiet lurky stalker man up against someone who is determined just as he is.
There would be a few close calls, but I’m sure Jotaro would get the memo.
After a while of this, you would make your move and of course end up with the one and only stoic man in love.
Jotaro would honestly be immune to mental manipulation, or more like he would notice it because sometimes he does end up going through with what you want.
As with him physically, he would be just like Jonathan. He also has an over-powered stand just like him.
Jotaro wouldn’t really care if you're just like him, he would just be a little taken back a bit but not too much.
He just wouldn’t want you taking advantage of him and would easily point it out if you go too far.
After a while he would see your tendencies to be a bit of a hassle especially when you do start to go overboard.
Lets just say he would start to bend you to his will.
Giorno:
Giorno would really be a sucker for it. Literally.
With everything he has been through throughout his past and during Vento Aureo, he would be so happy that you feel the same.
All he wants is your love and yet here you are serving it up on a platter for him.
It could go different ways depending on how you really wanted to act although I could see this being another Jonathan situation.
You can’t limit him to staying in all the time due to him being a mafia boss, but you can obviously increase the time he spends with you. As I mean deciding he could have you by his side all the time. Which could actually turn out with him working from home.
Then after a while of making him stay, it could start with the classic “It’s to dangerous for you”.
Over time it could and most likely would get to his head.
Physically you can’t really do much as in kidnapping him because of GER and him again being a mafia boss.
He could let Mista do all the work, raising his paycheck and practically making him like a puppet boss.
Giorno doesn’t want to upset his precious cara nor does he want them to ever stress and cry over his well-being.
He can’t risk the love he worked so hard to attain.
Bucciarati:
Things get really tricky with Bucciarati.
He is a mafioso and pours himself into his line of work.
You most likely joined Passione in order to gain his attention.
Once you do gain it and he later becomes yandere for you, it’s like a spiral for both of you. A never-ending one too.
Bucciarati is overjoyed at the fact his lovely bella joined this dangerous job in order to be with him.
He was blinded by that bliss and that led you into slowly taking over his life.
You being in love with him would initially save him from his fated death being the first traitor of the group when you go in for him.
Again, this adds up with the first fact of joining.
By the end of Vento Aureo you two are inseparable.
You could argue with him that it's too dangerous out in the world using the many examples of saving him throughout the series.
Bucciarati would take it into consideration and soon you would have him zipped up by your side.
Hello there! Love all the headcanons and drabbles you write for Callisto x Penelope. Would you be willing to write more for them where they’re devoted to each other but just being super unhinged about it? The yandere Penelope headcanons have me in a mood and I am starved for some good Yandere x Yandere content. Please and thank you!! 🙏
Callisto was sneakily eyeing Penelope as she stood near the pillar speaking with another lady of her age. She leaves her glass and gives him a small nod before she leaves with the lady, off to a small group of older women.
Callisto strides over, taking the wine glass in his hand and made eye-contact with the man who had plucked up the courage to talk with his Penelope earlier- just so he could place his mouth onto the imprint of her lips she had left behind on the glass in dark red lipstick.
When he sips the last of the wine, he looks up again, and everyone could see the smear of red upon his mouth. The way his eyes are widened and crazed under the gleam of chandelier lights. How tense his shoulders were, straining against the fabric of his uniform. They could see how he ached to strangle the man that turned and ran out the doors with his tail between his legs.
Callisto's anger was muted because he could still taste her on his lips, pressing them together to get a hint of the wine her tongue had touched.
Penelope watches this unfold before her, her fan fluttering gently as it covers her mouth but lets her eyes show to the masses. It hides her ever-growing smile as she grips her silken dress with whitened knuckles, waiting breathlessly for something to come.
She had reminded him oh so nicely earlier in the night, when they both snuck away to the balcony before getting caught by one of the lower nobles who had blushed a fiery red at the steamy sight in front of him.
Callisto had hated that someone had seen her in such a vulnerable state, but at the same time, loved that he could show her off as his- and Penelope was the same.
So she gave him a beautiful reminder for him and for all those who wanted to have a chance to spend the night with the deadly yet handsome crown prince of the empire.
Callisto turns his head ever so slightly, and there, at his neck, where he had loosened his tie just a bit due to the heat coming off the glaring lights above, were teethmarks.
The people nearest to Callisto could see it, like an engraving on an expensive pen or a family heirloom rifle. A possession so dear to the person that they would put their name on their beloved item to show everyone that it was theirs and theirs alone.
So much for the title of crown prince of the empire and soon to be emperor- he would gladly bend the knee to his fiancée, Penelope Eckhart, who had now shown high society that she had him under her thumb, and he too, was willing to play by her rules.
But she was just as accepting of him, if the way she stood a little awkwardly said anything. And nothing to say of the feeling of something sliding down her inner thighs, her smile quivering as she dared to hope she wasn't leaving a trail behind her every time she walked away.
Yan Secret Admirer 🎀
Yan secret admirer and you went to same high school. The day he saw you he fell for you immediately and have been looking after you from afar as he is too shy to confess his feelings to you
Yan secret admirer making sure no boys come near you and if someone did next day mysteriously they just disappear
Secretly paying for yours meals, keeping gifts such as your favourite flowers, jewelery you liked, your fav snack with notes
he spends money on you like crazy as money is not a issue to him. His parents are god level rich
You knew you had a secret admirer by all this gifts and stuff you keep getting. But who is this person? you have no idea
yan secret admirer who has secret cameras installed in your room
whenever he can't see you in person from afar he just watches you through cameras
His favourite thing to do? Watch you
After you finished your college you took a job at a company
Guess what? Your company just get purchased by a global company suddenly
And now he is your ceo
If someone bullies you they get fired
Your paycheck increases every damn month why? Because the ceo thinks you are very hardworking
Even if you just come and sleep in the office still your paycheck increases because according to him no one is more hardworking in this company than you
You are the employee of the month every month. Period.
And as a gift for your hardwork for the company you get diamond, rubby, emerald jewelery or a Europe trip or a yatch trip with him as a boss - employee bonding time
Soon you figure out that the secret admirer is none other than your ceo but you can't run away from him as he reminds you of the contract you signed with the company for your job which now suddenly implies if you quit work before the time you have to pay a huge sum so you just do the damn job while ceo pampers you with everything
He even has a huge mansion get built with a huge garden, greenhouse, fountains, swimming pool, library, huge french windows just like the house ideas pins you have kept saved in your pinterest. And even got the dog you wanted and the engagement ring ready as you have always wanted. Thanks to all the pins you saved in your pinterest and the notes you have kept saved in your phone.
He is all set to ask you to marry him. And no is not a option. And even if you said no he has his security team ready for plan B which is kidnapping you and marrying.
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Yan Arranged Fiance (Dark) ~
You don't want to get married but yours parents wants you to get married as you are nearing your 30.
To make you get married they put a condition that if you don't get married they will give their whole inheritance to charity leaving you nothing.
As you have no boyfriend they search for suitable grooms for you and a strong man to handle their buisness empire as you work in a NGO as social worker because you have no interest in handling buisness.
Yan fiance who falls for you and becomes obsessed with you as soon as your parents introduce to him.
Yan fiance who announces your engagement the day he met you to the media and whole world. He knows it's too fast but he can't let you slip from his grasp so he has to put a claim on you infront of the world. Therefore you have a huge diamond ring on your finger which is a expensive limited edition rare piece that if you sell it and run away it would provide you till your old age.
The whole buisness world is shocked as yan fiance is a lot richer, successful and big company than your parent's company. Why marry you? When he can marry someone more successful and rich.
Yan fiance buys your NGO under the facade of saying "I just want to do charity" when in reality he just wants to keep an eye on you.
You tried running away because you don't want to get married. Your parents freaked out but no worries. Your engagement ring has a GPS tracker hidden in it. And the secret security team that always follow you are just on their way to bring you home. He could have locked you even before attempting to run thanks to his security team informing him beforehand but he wanted to see your try running away as he thought it was cute how you thought you can run away from him.
The security team brings you back to him while he just gives you a crooked smile and says " Had fun while doing jogging, darling?"
"Bastard" you cursed.
"This is the bastard you are getting married to, Love " he kisses your cheek and left.
Yan fiance turns around and speaks "one more thing sweetheart. Instead of wasting your time in running away use it in planning our wedding and future life".
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Yan Neighbour (Dark) °
Yandere 's life was lonely, dark and meaningless. He worked everyday, earned good, had meaningless sex with girls whose name he didn't remember in the morning. He felt his life didn't have any purpose. Just breathing, existing.
But one day his eyes met yours and he knew you belong to him. You are the sole reason why he was put here on earth. To protect you, provide, cherish you. You are the universe. You are the beginning, ending, middle, everything.
He can't believe an beautiful, ethereal, kind angel like you exist.
He made his mind he has to have you, protect your angelic soul from all the evil in this world.
Suddenly out of nowhere your neighbour moved out and now yandere moved into your neighborhood where you live.
You invited him for dinner as a welcome in neighbourhood. Weeks pass by and you two became good friends. You both having meals, binge watching shows movies together at each others house.
Everytime he comes over he take something that belongs to you. Your panties, tshirt, hair band, hair clip, your broken nail anything. He has a room in his house full of your belongings. This man is madly obsessed with you.
Through his windows he would watch you day and night what you are doing.
He even bought a cat breed which you loved just because you would come in your free time to play with it. The more he sees you the better.
He would plant all your favourite flowers in his garden and whenever he came over brought them for you.
Is excellent in baking but pretends he doesn't know a single thing about it and wants to learn from you as you love baking.
Comes over to ask for sugar or salt anything just to see you even though he have it.
While stalking you through windows one night you brought a one night stand over at your house and next day his dead body is all over the news channel telling people how brutally he was tortured and killed. How dare someone touches what belongs to him???
You get scared and cry while watching the news while yan holds you and comforts you.
"What would I have done without you?" You mumble while crying in his arms not knowing he is the reason for all of it.
"Don't worry y/n I am here for you" yan says while burying your small body more closer to his chest and having a sinister smile thinking only if you knew.
After all his angel only belongs to him. You are the light of his life. You are everything.
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Yan Stalker 🎀
It has been a month now. You know a person is stalking you because you see a person following you on road everyday. You told cops about the situation but after investigating they told you they found no one following you.
"You might be seeing hallucinations confront a doctor miss" police told you.
You are damn sure you are not hallucinating. You can still feel his eyes on you as you walk down the street at night back from work.
"I am not insane"
"I am not hallucinating"
You chanted this two sentences continuosly in your mind.
You Were not afraid of your stalker as much as you were a month ago in the beginning because you have come to an conclusion from all this days that your stalker only watches and follows you. He never approaches you or even come near you.
He just follows you from afar silently.
How does he look like?
BLACK.
He is covered head to toe in black clothes with a black cap.
The only thing you know about your stalker is he is BLACK like the dark night.
You let out a sigh of relief as you saw your house in view. Finally reached home.
You turned back to see your stalker but he was nowhere.
Weird you thought. He always leaves you after you go inside your house.
You let it go and moved forward to go when a chloroform sprinkled cloth cover your mouth and a strong hand wrap around your waist.
"Got you, little bird" a deep voice said in your ear. Before everything went black and you fainted.
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Yan Mentally Unstable (Dark) ^
• Yan and you were happily married for 2 years when one day he gets a call that you died in an accident.
• Yan who was going insane every second as he thinks how you are no more with him.
• How could you leave him? He just can't live without you.
• How could he live without hearing your laugh, voice. Without seeing your beautiful face, smile. Without holding you in his arms, cuddle you in sleep. JUST HOW????
• You were like his breathing. Since hearing the news you are no more he can't breathe properly.
• When his parents tries to console him he shouts at them with hot tears streaming down his cheeks " How can my y/n leave me in this world all alone?" " I can't breathe properly, how will I live without her???" "You are all pranking with me y/n has to be alive. You are all joking right??"
• Is having a mental breakdown, panic attacks after every two hours and in between them non stop crying.
• Descending into madness rapidly. Scratching his arms, legs with his nails until blood comes out.
• Hugging your clothes close to his chest, inhaling your scent while thinking about you. He smells like blood, tears and your perfume now.
• Seeing him like this his parents decide to put him in an mental asylum.
• But before they can reach him and take to asylum yan has ran away with your clothes, photos and stuff while his blood is spilled all over the floor he has been sitting all day without eating or drinking since he found out about your dead.
• His parents search him everywhere but he is nowhere to be seen. They file a case to cops for some help.
• Few days has passed by when his parents got a news about him through cops.
"Ms. Your son has toured the driver who killed his wife in hit and run case and murdered him brutally." The police told his mother. He toured and killed the driver in such a sick and painful way that even the cops of so many years are disgusted while examining the body.
"Where is my son now, officer?" Your mother in law asked worried yet scared that yan has gone insane and would do anything.
"Well mam your son has killed himself on y/n gravestone with a letter saying I have gone where my love, my y/n is."
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I love your yandere fics. Especially yan arranged fiance. Keep writing more. Love you!!!🎀💕
Thank you for your love. And yes I will write more yandere fics. If you guys have any requests please tell me I will write it
are the darling (reader) in your fics gender neutral?
Yes. The darling (readers) are mostly gender neutral in my fics.
Saw that requests were open. So how about a cowboy with a city girl reader who can’t do shit in the country side? Like girlie would die trying to get eggs from chicken nests or plow a field 😂🎀💅🏻
Yandere Cowboy x Reader 🤠
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You lived in city enjoying your life by shopping, spas, parties and spending your grandpa's money like crazy as you live with him. Your grandpa had it enough. Yes he has a hell lot of money but you should learn how to spend it wisely.
So he forcefully sends you to his farmhouse for your summer break in a town middle of nowhere. You were away from friends and with a poor internet connection. So you tried to find some thing to distract yourself only to find a handsome cowboy with his sturdy cowboy hat and boots living in your grandpa's farmhouse for maintenance.
He became your tour guide and showed you the ranch, farm and all the animals.
He did everything effortlessly. Feeding the cattles, taking out eggs from nest, farming. It wouldn't be so hard to do you thought only if you knew.
The next day you tried to get eggs from nest only to have hens pecking and running after you while yan cowboy simply shakes his head at you while having a silly smile plastered over his face.
You tried horse riding well what can I say the horse kicked you.
You thought about riding the tractor in farm but yan cowboy stopped you from harming yourself and the farm plants.
You thought you have already embarassed yourself more than enough infront of yan cowboy but you have no idea this boy is obsessed and madly in love with you.
He loves how you are willing to try new things .
He loves how you don't give up even after getting badly treated by animals.
Hens are running after you? No worries he will teach you.
You want to learn horse riding? He will personally sit behind you on horse for teaching purpose. Ofcourse not for the purpose to be close to you.
Slowly you two became friends.
Makes you breakfast.
You two take walks in the farm at evening.
Taking care of cattles together in ranch.
Going to grocery store together.
Hitting the local pub and dancing like idiots with each other.
Him and his accent just melts you into a puddle.
You love how he helps you, teaches you tricks on how to handle ranch.
You also love his athletic built and handsome face with his cowboy outfit.
Everything is going on beautiful but as the summer break ends you have to go back to city which is inevitable.
The day has arrived for your departure and you are ready to go home. You will miss this farmhouse but moreover you will miss him more. After all goodbyes are difficult.
You wished you can tell him about your feelings about how much you mean to him, how much you love him and will miss him but there is no meaning in saying it now as you both will be miles apart.
"Think I'll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky"
-Lana del rey (Summertime Sadness song)
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Sea Sorcerer x Mermaid Reader x Human Prince
Basically like the little mermaid fairy tale, but instead the sea sorcerer loves mermaid reader. I hope this still gives you enough room to be creative
Sea Sorcerer x Mermaid Reader x Human Prince
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You were a beautiful mermaid and on top of that a lovely princess. Many mermen tried to get your attention but you weren't interested in any.
But one day your father, the king of your sea kingdom sets your marriage with a human prince whose kingdom lies on the outskirts of ocean. Your kingdom and his has been having a lot of trouble due to sea creatures and humans which eventually always leads to small arguments and fights. So to put all that behind your father and his set off your marriage with prince.
You have always dreamed of having a husband, kids to love, a happy family with a beautiful home. Since you got the news of your arranged marriage. You and the prince would meet everyday at the shore to discuss everything about your future life as per the parents instructions. You liked prince he was tall, handsome, gentleman, a true prince charming.
You would bring him pretty shells, stones, pearl or a sea dish you made for which he would thank you but he always kept his distance from you. And made you think that he was doing a formality and truly didn't like you. You feel like if you get to know more about human traditions and start to act like humans he might like you more. You wanted him to like you, love you because you already feel this towards him. But even after lots of trying you just feel it's not enough.
So one day you go to sea Sorcerer who lives in your kingdom and is infamous for his spells. You asked the sea sorcerer to make you a human but you didn't knew that the sea Sorcerer was madly in love with you, with your smile, your gorgeous siren eyes. How could you do this to him ?He was furious that you were getting married to that vile Human and on top of that you wanted to be a human for that prince??
He puts a spell on you making you fall in love with him madly. The sea Sorcerer kept you hidden in his huge sea hole.
Many days passed by and you didn't even come to the shore one single time making prince worried. He loves you. He didn't show it because he was trying to overcome the fact that he was going to marry a mermaid princess. How could he not fall for you? With you bringing him shells, pearls. Your gorgeous smile, your cute confused look when he explains about some human things to you, your cute starfish hairclip which you love a lot,he even bought a shell necklace for you because he heard you love shells. he loves you a lot.
With you being missing the whole water kingdom searches for you but you are no where to be found. When this news is told to prince he thinks now he has to take the matter in his own hands. He summons his kingdom 's personal sorcerer and ask him to put a spell on him to become a merman. The Sorcerer makes his highness a merman and the prince dives into sea. He would do anything to find you even become a merman.
He searches for you everywhere in sea when he stumbles upon the sea Sorcerer's hole. He gets a instinct that the sea sorcerer might help him to locate you. He peeks inside the hole to see you snuggled against the Sorcerer.
The prince gets into the fight with sorcerer upon seeing this and finally gets you. But you under the spell of sea sorcerer constantly tell him that you love sea sorcerer and not him. Sensing the sea sorcerer might have put you under his spell. He takes you against your will upward to the shore. Where after touching the land he comes back to his human form and calls his kingdom 's personal sorcerer who breaks the spell upon you.
Prince finally let's out a sigh of relief and kiss your lips or more like devoure it.
"I like you more under my spell as much as I am under yours my queen" prince says while not letting go of your lips and lifting you in his arms in bridal style not wanting to ever let go of you again making you smile like a idiot. Well it Seems like you already had prince under your spell long ago without the help of sea sorcerer.
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AHHH OR could you do stalker yandere X Social media star darling? - pet darling
Yan Stalker x Social media star (Dark)
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• You are a famous influencer. You have a crazy number of followers and fans on social media. You were always trending due to your content, beauty, and kind behaviour. Your fans think you are a literal breathing angel on earth. You have everything fame, money, beauty.
• But with advantages also come disadvantages. You had many stalkers before but now only one. Wonder why? Well because yan Stalker beated all your other stalkers to dead as only he has the right to stalk you.
• Award events, Cooking, fashion, reality shows every show that you are invited in he is there in audience if he can't be in audience then he will be as a backstage crew but no matter where you are he is always there. He literally follows you more than your own shadow.
• Clicks as many pictures of you. Always complements and praise you on internet. You wore a simple skirt today? He will praise you on internet saying How simple and kind you are. No one can stop this man from praising you.
• Someone bitches about you on internet. Well darling you had made a wrong choice he will hack that account and write a apology and will hack his bank account and spend all the money to your favourite NGO as a threat to never do it again.
• Will buy all your merchandise.
• You said in one of your video you loved an x company of handbags. Get ready girl your office is gonna be flooded with that company's handbags for you.
• Is your biggest fan. Period.
• He can't believe such a perfect human like you exist. You are too good to be true in his eyes. And vows to protect and cherish you. After all your all his, isn't it? ( He is more delusional than most of the population)
• A crazy fan break into your apartment? Don't worry baby he will take care of it. Tomorrow morning that crazy fan's body is found dumped in the river.
• Someone sold your hair on etsy at a ridiculous price? Yes. Your guess is right he bought it.
• Someone flirts with you and makes you uncomfortable well he simply breaks their nose.
• You are scared of your stalker as he has no moral when it comes to you. You are scared because you don't know who is he and what he will do next?
• Yan Stalker who is damn sure you are his future spouse by your own will or kidnapping.
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Um, I don't know if you make requests, I'm sorry if you don't. But I've always been curious about, how would Yandere bafam react to a supernatural darling? Like, a demon.
You don't need to respond or anything, thank you for your attention.
Yandere Bruce x Maneater Demon Reader
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You and Bruce recently got married. It wasn't for love. It was an arranged marriage Bruce parents set before they died and as to respect them he decided to follow their decision.
Bruce and you were only married on papers and infront of public eye. You two were distant. Living in different rooms, rarely seeing each other which means seeing each other only while passing the corridors.
You came from a wealthy and educated family just like Bruce. You observed how he wasn't home at night and mostly out till morning.
You would ask alfred about it but got nothing. You were a curious cat and one day tried to follow Bruce but got lost in some shady dark place at middle of night due to his fast speed.
You were trying to find where you were and get back to home when you saw a drunk young men coming towards you.
"Well well what do we have here?" The drunk man said with a sick smile while laughing. There was no one around you other than this men. You were all alone in a shady place having no idea where the hell in Gotham City are you as you were from another city.
If this would have happened to you a few years ago you would have been shit scared praying to God for help but not now. Infact you were feeling sorry for the poor bastard.
"I suggest you to leave me alone for your own safety" you said in a calm voice. While he laughed like crazy at you. "For my safety? Are you insane bitch? Whatever I like insane women they are kinky" he said rubbing his hands together and coming towards you. That's it. This sick asshole deserve it. You thought.
When the man stands right infront of you. You tilt your head making your eyes starting turn red, making the man scared and screaming "What the fuck?"
"What happened? You liked insane women, right?" You said smiling sinister while your face and body started transforming into your demon form. You attacked the man and started tearing, rupturing him and eating him like the maneater you are while his blood drip down your neck and his screams feeling like a soft melody to your ears bringing you immense pleasure.
After devouring him up you look up and saw Batman standing infront of you a few metres apart looking at you with an intense look. You knew it was your husband Bruce. It was like you can identify Bruce in any costume. Might be one of your demonic advantages.
You turned back to your human form blood all spread over your mouth dripping down your neck while Batman/bruce looking at you with a shock confused look.
"Don't worry I won't eat you"you said wipping your lips with your hand then licking the blood on your fingers.
"I know" you heard his deep voice.
"And yeah he was a asshole. I only eat bad people and the one who annoy me" you said standing up blood covering your clothes.
"How?" You heard his deep voice.
"How I become this? Well long story hubby will tell you some day"you said going towards him. "He wasn't tasty" you said pouting generously hurt that he wasn't delicious.
You were a demon but why does Bruce feels like you are a goddess not demon. He should be scared but it only made him more fascinated by you. Well after all he was also a freak only of a different kind.
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Yandere Boyfriend Jealous of Reader's Nephew
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• You and your yan boyfriend have been in a relationship for quite some time that you are now the ✨unofficial married couple ✨ (Yan bf has proposed many times but you have rejected it because you were to focused on career and pushed wedding ideas for later)
• Your elder sister and her husband has gone to a 2 days weekend trip leaving your 2 years old nephew to you and yan for babysitting.
• You love kids and were having blast with your nephew. After all you are his favourite aunt but your Yan bf is sulking in the corner due to lack of attention you are giving to him. Sometimes you wonder who is a toddler, your nephew or your boyfriend?
• your nephew was sitting in your lap and you both were watching The lion King when your bf sat beside you on couch and took the toddler from your lap to his thinking " I am jealous. This dude is spending too much time with my girl". You looked at him with a confused look while he just gave you a sheepish smile saying "just bonding with my future nephew". Hehe.
• You were saying things like "you are so cute my cutie pie, my sunshine and attacking your nephew with kisses while the toddler just laughs joyously. Meanwhile your boyfriend watching this sighs thinking "I am more cute and good looking than him and yet she is attacking him with kisses instead of me? Such a shame to my handsome face. ( This man is more delusional than all the teenage girls)
• You excused yourself to the bathroom while telling your boyfriend to keep a eye on the toddler. Next thing you know Yan bf has begun a Serious talk with your nephew.
"Listen man, I know she is beautiful and the best. But she is MY WOMAN!! And no. She loves me more!!! Even more than you. I came in her life before. You came later. You can't just take all her time. Just wait a little kiddo because one day I will become your uncle. And you will be the ring bearer in our wedding."
• Desperately waits for this weekend to get over and waiting for your sister to take him back.
• Finally your sister and her husband comes back and take their child while Yan bf finally feels happy you on the other hand are a bit sad.
"Don't worry darling, we will visit him soon" your boyfriend says trying to cheer you up when no way in hell he wants to meet him again atleast for a few months.
"Don't act all innocent. I know you have been sulking and jealous all the weekend. I can't believe you were jealous of a 2 year old that too my own nephew" you said smiling a bit thinking how funny is this.
"Well what can I say I just get jealous of whatever or whoever caughts your attention" he said feeling a bit embarassed that he got caught. He thought he hid his jealousy well. But seems like he can't hide anything from you.
"Hey (y/bf/n). Let's get married and have a baby of our own" you said smiling.
"Is that finally a yes, y/n?" He said while his heart skipping beats and his palms getting covered with sweat for your answer after so many rejections from you.
"Yes. I am damn serious. Spending time with you two as a family has made me realise how badly I want a family of my own. I was too focused on my career neglecting you and our future life. I am sorry." You said with all seriousness.
Yan bf only smiles like a crazy and kisses you passionately. He holds your waist spinning you doing a princess twirl making you giggle. He is the happiest man on earth today! Maybe his nephew is not that bad after all he thought. And yes it's official now your nephew is definitely gonna be the ring bearer in your wedding.
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