Yandere that enjoys having a willing darling, but their darling is absolutely a feral beast that theyβre kind of scared of.
They attempt to go check on you where youβve been locked up in the basement, but youβre standing by the stairs in the dark, wide eyes bloodshot and nails digging into the wall.
Absolutely not, yandere slams the door and almost pisses their pants.
You kind of haunt the house. Yandere still loves you but youβve somehow become more unhinged than them. Too many times theyβve tried to intimidate you but youβve started growling like a rabid dog. How are they supposed to deal with that?
Itβs a competition now, and tbh youβre winning.
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He could see you asleep, curled onto the couch. The blanket barely on you, your food half-eaten and pushed aside.
You passed out with your phone facing you. You had been telling him about your day before you fell asleep.
He frowned.
The dark circles under your eyes were more pronounced, your face a bit more gaunt than the last time he last saw you, and stress lines marred your face.
"Oh precious, this world is too hard on you, isn't it?"
You were too deep asleep to notice the vine-like shadows coming off of your phone.
"I'll take you far away. Khfufu~ you won't have any worries with me by your side."
You mumbled as tiny fissures ran across your screen.
"Shhh~ Shh~ It's okay, dearest."
Crack
"I got you."
Tiring couple weeks and adding on the heat, it makes it worse, so sometimes I wish Lilia would come and take me away π₯°π₯°ππ
Your yandere! stalker has a surprisingly neat room; items tucked tidily in boxes according to its own group. A juxtaposition from your own.
He brings you home, tying you in the middle of his cramped apartment that's adorned with pictures and files of you all over the walls. It looks like he's been investigating something, and you wished it wasn't you, but it is.
There's every hospital file of you from young to now, and random, candid pictures of you that leaves an eerie feeling at the pit of your stomach.
A part of you wants to run, but another pulling you into himβ the only man to have shown an interest in you. Maybe that's happened for a reason.
He lives a quiet life, not flashy with luxuries nor anything to make him stick out.
So now, maybe he's indulging in one of his deepest desires: you.
Except he's left you alone for quite a while now with no form of entertainment nearby. Not anymore though, since he's entered the room.
"How are you? I'm hoping it wasn't too lonely without me," he says, placing down the suspiciously filled bag onto the counter of his kitchen before making his way to you.
"What do you want from me?" you ask.
He gives you an amused look. "Isn't it obvious?"
You tilt your head slightly. "I'm afraid not,"
"I want..." he pauses, a creepy smile fading into his face, "you."
Yandere roommate who's annoyingly on your ass 24/7, taking in any chance he has to disturb you at all just to get an ounce of attention. All he has to do is leave his laundry on the couch or some trash lying around the living room for you to get mad at him. It makes him feel alive just to hear you raise your tone at him.
No matter how many times you lock your door, it doesn't keep him out. It's not like you know that he has an extra key to your room anyway, entering and leaving as he pleases like it's his own place. To you, though, missing items just seemed to be chalked off as you misplacing them.
Yandere roommate who sneaks into your room when you sleep, his large hands trailing along your body to caress you like you're some priceless artifact. He may even take his chance to snap some pictures of your cute little sleeping face, all vulnerable in your deep sleep.
It's not that he's disorganised or cluttered. Quite the opposite in fact. It's that he loves when you're all riled up, your smaller frame stomping closer towards the man who easily towers over you because he left his dishes unwashed, occupying the space in the sink.
When it comes to actual cleanliness, he's tidier than he lets on. After all, how can it be that you've never found his little y/n shrine full of your belongings?
If you happened to be snooping around his room, you would end up finding your lost items. Trinkets, papers, and is thatβ your underwear? He would catch you sneaking around, though, casually leaning over to the doorframe with his arms crossed like he's more amused than anything. Part of you feels embarrassed for being caught snooping around, but the other part of you is ready to interrogate him on why he has your panties in his drawer. In the end, he just gives some stupid excuse, but it's not like you're getting anywhere with this.
Yandere roommate who loves to cum all over your toiletries. Soaps, shampoo, towels, and whatever else there was that he decided to leave a part of himself on. God, he loved knowing that you're spreading his seed all over your body. He mentally notes to give you the real deal next time.
When you found a suspicious white liquid on your bedsheet, you figured it was your own doing. Maybe some spill when you came in with food or drinks earlier. Speaking of food, though, your yandere roommate would occasionally give you a box of cookies or some other pastries he made out of the blue. Why? "I mean, why not?"
It's not like you would notice the little extra salt in them anyway. Is baking his hobby? Well, that's part of it. It's more of leaving something special inside food for you to eat. He always wants to watch you eat whatever he makes, although you guess it's because he wants to see your reaction to any criticism of his food. You aren't wrong, though. He does love watching you eat his food with his special little salty batter he leaves just for you.
It sends a shiver up his spine just watching you do anything at all; watching videos, sleeping, showering, all the whatnot. You've lost count on how many times you had to ignore the growing tent in his pants now.
Poor you, who doesn't even know what he's done and is doing with your other panties you haven't found. What's more, what he even has planned all these months.
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Yandere roommate who keeps sending you texts and calls that end up as voicemails when you're too busy to pick it up. "Hey doll, I'll be back home in a few hours. Think you could handle the dishes for me?"
"I found something I think you'd like! It reminds me of you, a super cute keychain. Do you want it?"
"Would you like me to order takeout for you?"
Your phone is just buzzing away with notifications from this man. You wonder why he's so dedicated to bothering you but you've barely scratched the surface on the oh so obvious reason. To you, it's just an annoying roommate.
Unfortunately for you, it's been a struggle to even pay off the apartment here. Even if you could get through with all the payments so far, you'd be lying if you said you're able to keep this up. After all, the last thing you could use right now is overtime to pile up with whatever work or college you already have.
Scrolling through pages and pages of apartments seemed to lead you nowhere. All of the places were way off your budget and the cheaper ones seemed... Less than ideal. Wait, is that a cockroach in the preview picture?β
Holy shit. You can't believe you found it but after hours of searching, there it was. The universe has blessed you with the one apartment for around $500 per month. Your part time already got you approximately $1100 a month, and although it wasn't the greatest, it's still enough to pay off bills, food, and necessities.
Fuck yes! It wasn't some fancy penthouse or as big as the current apartment you shared with your roommate but this is way better than paying $800 per month here. Plus, it seemed better to live alone than with somebody else you have to share everything with.
"... What do you mean? Why? You know I can pay for your half of the rent, right?"
Yandere roommate who wasn't very excited with the news of you leaving. What the fuck do you mean you're leaving? You're going to leave him all because of money?
"You really don't have to pay for my part of the rent. Besides, I'll have to return the paymentβ"
"No you don't. Seriously, I insist. After all, you've been helping around the place and the least I can do is make life easier for you."
Yandere roommate who's trying everything he can to sound reasonable without revealing how desperate he was to keep you around. He's offering you a place to stay for free! Why won't you accept it? Did you find out about the Y/N shrine while he was out? Was it the panty issue? What he did to your toiletries? He swears to himself that he won't do that ever again! As long as you be his.
"Oh... Okay. Okay, I see. Yeah, I understand."
After what felt like hours, you finally got through to that thick skull of his but his disappointment didn't go unnoticed. You figured maybe he just misses you already. Well, technically you aren't wrong, but you definitely didn't know the full reason as you watched him slowly walk back to his room, seemingly distraught without even bothering to interrogate you any further. "Will he be okay?"
The day finally arrived where you're meeting your future landlord, anxious and excited of finally having a new place you can call your own. No sharing, no bothersome roommates, no extra chores to do because of them.
Landlord: Sorry Ms. Y/N, but the remaining apartment room had been taken. The other tenant paid full upfront last night. Seems like they were really eager! I do hope you find a place you'd like to stay in though. Thank you for your interest!
What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You spent all day looking for a new place to stay, getting through to your roommate, and this happens. How embarrassing. Now you have to inform your roommate that the last available apartment you had already planned on renting out had been taken.
"So you're staying?"
"I don't think I have a choice right now..." Solemn and embarrassed with breaking this news to him, what other options did you have? God, this is not your luck.
Yandere roommate who's so happy to hear your staying. Paying $500 to rent out an apartment just to keep you here was totally worth it! It's not like you'll know anyway and if you even find anywhere else again, he'll just have to keep renting them. Don't worry though! He'll make sure to buy a house just for the two of you.
A/N. Inspired by my FAVOURITE movie, a Korean horror, "The Eyes" (2026)! Greatest yandere-coded movie I've ever seen π£οΈ P.S. I just randomly made up the detective's name so don't mind it too much π
Tap tap tap...
It didn't take long for you realise that everybody else had left the office, saved for the faint pale blue glow on the computer screen that painted your face close to the monitor. You've been working all day and night on this worksheet but soon your reward would have paid off once all the workload settles.
It's been one hell of a week. Not long ago you had broken up with your ex boyfriend due to his possessive nature. You shrugged the first incident off as a one time thing, the poor victim all bruised up just because your ex saw you alone with him. You simply needed to know if they sold umbrellas around due to the heavy rain that evening. Then, the second came, then the third, and then the fourth. You've lost count by now but you certainly didn't want to be with a man who stalked you whenever you weren't around him.
Unfortunately for you, he didn't take it lightly. Your fingers crossed behind your back during that day released itself when all your hopes for the breakup to go smoothly went south.
"What do you mean?"
As calm as he sounded, you knew he was seething deep down, as if you had betrayed him. You appreciated all his kind gestures. The gifts, the sweet good mornings, the little surprises. The deal-breaker though? It came when you found him stalking you more and more, your tolerance wearing thin.
"Huh? We're not breaking up."
It didn't take long for him to burst out into a fit of laughter like you had just told him the funniest joke. His large hand that once held your smaller ones with gentle warmth now seemed so cold as he slicked his bangs back, palm covering his eyes for a moment like he needed to process your words.
"I'm being serious," you tried standing your ground. You really wanted to be mature with this but your tone faltered just a bit, making your words come out like you were also doubting this yourself.
Immediately, he paused. That silence and his silhouette now stilled was enough to get your heart racing some more. Not out of love this time. Out of fear from knowingβor rather not knowing what he'll do next.
You didn't want to take your chances, speed walking towards the door of his apartment only to be yanked back harshly by your hoodie. What came after felt like some surreal dream. Struggles and arguments growing louder and louder untilβ
You ran off. Barely managing to do so in fact. Your only focus then was to get away from that psycho, shoes getting damp as you rushed across the growing puddles from the drizzle of rain. You mentally thanked the universe for the weather, safe enough for you to run off without getting caught in some storm or ending up sick. All you knew was that your ex just stood there emotionless in the rain, getting damp as he watched you leave.
That was it. At least, you thought so. You hoped so.
The last thing you expected though was for him to continue his obsessive stalking. In fact, it only seemed to grow worse after you broke up with him. You swore you caught him at the corner of your eyes but whenever you turned to check, there was no one. That was the first hint out of many others that came.
The final one? The one where he snatched you into some suspicious alleyway when you were just walking, his larger, brawny frame easily pinning you by the wall. Adrenaline kicked in but you remembered his words like it had just happened. All the desperate begging, the crazed expression, his panting like he had been chasing you, the "I'll stop, I swear!" And the "I'll forgive you if you come back."
As if he had any rights to say he's the one who'll be forgiving you.
And that only led to the temporary solution you had now. A restraining order.
The glass office window fogs with the cold November rain outside. You're the only one left in the building, fingers tapping at your keyboard. Down by the lobby elevators, the lights flicker once, then go still, and you don't notice the shadow through the crack in the door.
SAVING FILE...
The office computer setup whirs quietly in the dark of the room as you finally decided it was time to leave, stretching your arms out with a soft whine that squeaked out while doing so.
"You know you work better by me."
Your head flipped over to the source of the voice, flinching at the sudden break in silence. Immediately, you stood up in instincts. You could barely see the man's face, but your body knew better.
No fucking way.
"Get out. I have a restraining order," you cursed yourself for sounding so meek than you had intended to, but you couldn't blame yourself. In this situation, your adrenaline was shouting at you to do something. To move. To get away.
A low chuckle erupted from your ex, a little too quiet, hollow, like he's hidden some surprise. In one swift motion, he got off the doorframe he was leaning on, slowly walking towards you. Like a predator circling its prey.
"You think a piece of paper can keep you away from me?" Closer now, you could see that wide grin like he was trying not to laugh. As if this shit is funny. Behind that hollow smile, his eyes held a subtle craze in them. Instinctively, you moved backwards away from your computer, stumbling just a moment to grab a hold on something. Anything. The only thing keeping you two apart were the office desks as you refused to take your eyes off of this man.
Clack...
Clack...
Clack...
Slowly. Surely. Closer. The sound of his shoes echoed throughout the office, making it more noticeable how alone you are. He walked just as casually, circling past the desks to get to you. Just as he did, you moved away in a parallel mirror to him.
"You know I became like this because of you," he scoffed, running his hand across his face with an amused chuckle, almost like he was giggling. One that you used to find endearing.
"Don't..." Your voice came out far quieter than you wanted. "Don't come closer or I'll call the cops."
His smile twitched.
"You smiled at me."
Clack...
Another step.
"You held my hand."
Clack...
"You told me you loved me."
Another.
"And now suddenly I'm the crazy one?"
The distance between you shrank with every word. Not because he was walking any faster, but because there were only so many desks left to weave around. Your fingers blindly searched behind you. A stapler, a mug, a stack of files.
Nothing that would stop a man nearly twice your size.
"You need help," the words escaped before you could stop them, then, his expression froze. Silence settled over the office as he stood there like he needed to process those three words.
Your computer continued to hum away while the distant patter of rain against the windows. Even your own breathing sounded unbearably loud.
Thenβ
He laughed. Not loudly. Not manically either. Just one quiet breath of laughter through his nose before shaking his head.
"You still don't get it," his eyes softened for only a second, gaze on your smaller form as if just seeing you was enough to run a shiver up his spine.
"I don't need help. I need you."
Your stomach dropped.
There it was again, that certainty. The same certainty he had when he'd laughed at the breakup. The same certainty he'd shown in the alleyway. The same certainty that had walked straight past a restraining order and into your office.
To him, nothing had changed. You were still his and you remembered what he said that time. "Honey, a breakup is a mutual agreement between two people, and I don't agree with it. So, we're still together."
Another slow step.
Your back suddenly met something solid. The edge of the window. To him you had nowhere else to go and fuck he noticed. Of course he noticed. His smile widened ever so slightly, not a triumphant one, and not relieved.
Simply... pleased.
Like he'd finally caught up after an inconvenient game of hide-and-seek.
Fuck!!
Your body moved before you could think, rushing to the nearest safe spot before this freak could even lay a hand on you but fuck was he faster. What was once his slow walking now turned to a charge with a loud grunt, one of annoyance as he reached for you and pushed aside any obstacles, completely ignoring the mess.
CLICK
Panting, you backed away from the locked door with your ex on the other side, banging and kicking the thing. He wasn't just desperateβhe was delusional.
"Open the FUCKING door."
.
.
.
The banging stopped.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come on... Please baby I'm so sorry. I swear, I fucking swear I'll be better. Justβfuck, please."
You could hardly even stabilise your breathing, hands clasped on your mouth, nearly hyperventilating at this situation. This is the shit you would've seen on the news or some book but it's actually happening to you. You reached for your phone to call the cops butβ
Shit. Shit, shit, shit!! You left your damn phone on your desk outside with that psychopath. Before your mind could continue racing, a clenched fist slammed against the door again, yelling like he didn't just try to sway you out with that sweet voice earlier.
"I SWEAR to God if you don't come out now I'm going to rip the jaw out of ANYBODY who even talks to you."
BANG.
The door hinges weakened.
BANG.
The doorknob came loose.
BANGβ
"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE."
You felt like sobbing now as you yelled with all your might, crouching down in a fetal position against the corner of a desk in this storage room. Your hands covered your eyes, refusing to acknowledge that this is even real. Too caught up on your current state, you never even realised that it went silent on the other side of the door.
"Hey, hey, look at me. Y/N? It's okay, it's just me."
You flinched at the sound of a woman, your teary eyes making it bleary to see as you backed away as far as you could. Your reaction gave enough information to the detective you had been acquainted with ever since the restraining order, and the last thing she wanted to do now was to interrogate your shaking self, panting as the tears that pricked the corner of your eyes finally fell.
Rubbing your face dry with your sleeve and blinking a few times, you got to see the commotion going in front of the storage room door.
"Nghβ"
Your ex struggling on the ground with several police officers detaining him, yet, he wasn't even looking at them. He was looking at you.
As he stopped trying to fight back, he just smiled. He smiled at you, a small chuckle bursting out into a fit of laughter, maniacal and high-pitched despite the bruises around him from being tackled by a group of authorities. The detective remained by your side, one arm instinctively covering your body in a protective manner.
...
"Attention passengers. The train is now preparing to depart. Please stand clear of the closing doors."
It had been four days since that occured. You sat on the bench of the subway station, sighing to yourself from the buildup stress. Your hands fidgeted absentmindedly at the corner of your sleeves when your phone rang.
INCOMING CALL
Detective Kang Min-ji
"Hello?"
"Ms. Y/N? Good afternoon. I'd like you to keep an eye out for your ex please. I'm sorry but he's gone missing. We found his ankle bracelet on the road but please be sure that we're on a lookout for him. If anything happens, call us immediately."
The man with a black cap and hoodie. The man whose back is turned to you. The man wearing a mask. Is he here?
Suddenly, the subway station felt so much more hostile than when you got here. So many hidden faces, leaving you with just silhouettes to be paranoid of.
YANDERE BUTLER x GN!READER β gentle yandere / unwavering loyalty / suffocating devotion / controlling behaviour / social isolation / reader is his master / reader has poor health / instead of βi love youβ he says βas you wishβ
A/N: the concept of a yandere butler scratches an itch in my brain no other yandere can match
πππππππ!ππππππ whom you hired right after you inherited your title and estate. Seeing his credentials, you hired him the second he stepped foot into your office. He was practically perfect. Though you had been trained for the role, you were still an inexperienced lord. Youβd need all the help you could get, and itβd be such a waste if you let a talent like that slip away.
Not to mention... heβs really good looking.
πππππππ!ππππππ who serves you impeccably. He picks up your schedule, your routine, and your habits within days, almost as if he had memorized them beforehand. He learns how you like your tea and coffee, the face you make when youβre stressed, and all the little, tiny details about you thatβd make serving you that much easier.
πππππππ!ππππππ who is respected by the entire estate. He treats everybody equally, regardless of position, with the same kind tone and warm smile that has many of the younger maids swooning. He is always there to lend a hand, no matter how busy he may be, and somehow, he always seems to get everything done perfectly.
πππππππ!ππππππ who gradually replaces the household staff until none of the servants who are familiar with you remain. He makes sure that the new servants do not get close to you by twisting bits of the truth β that you are reserved, that you are incredibly busy, that you dislike people who chatter.
Eventually, your once lively manor turns into a quiet and lonely place. You donβt even know what caused that change, and you attribute it to the fact your parents are no longer around. They were always much more sociable than you were. Perhaps the new servants simply needed more time to warm up to you. (Though that would never happen, unbeknownst to you.)
And who do you turn to in the meantime?
Your loyal butler, of course.
πππππππ!ππππππ who becomes your only companion in the massive ducal estate. As your trusted friend and confidante, heβs the first person youβd turn to whenever you had something to say. He never fails to listen with a patient smile, and always has a thoughtful response in return.
πππππππ!ππππππ who βadvisesβ you on how to navigate high society. As the third son of a marquis, he was not named successor β nevertheless, he is also of noble blood, thus giving him experience in that field as well.
He warns you to be wary when interacting with the other nobles, as many may be looking to take advantage of an inexperienced lord like yourself. Not to mention, your high standing would inevitably cause many greedy eyes to be directed your way.
He stands by your side as you sift through all the letters you receive β invitations, proposals, friendly greetings and the like. The depth of his knowledge on the intricate workings of high society is surprisingly vast. Heβll readily inform you of which houses are corrupt, which families are feuding with each other, and which individuals it would be in your best interest to avoid.
βIf I may add, attending Count Blackwoodβs soiree would be a fair choice,β he suggests calmly. βThe Blackwoods are known to be a neutral family, and have maintained friendly relations with the L/N duchy for decades.β
βAh, I see... Thank you, youβre always such a big help.β
Chuckling, a pleased smile stretches across his face. Your heart, for a brief moment, flutters. His reply is smooth and warm. βThere is no need for thanks. I live solely to serve you, Your Grace.β
πππππππ!ππππππ who isolates you from the outside world. Not by driving everyone away from you like he did with the servants, but by causing you to lose trust in everybody else but him.
What happens is this: After attending a few social events and interacting with the other nobles, you end up making one particularly good friend. Instead of warning you away from them, knowing full well that they were not to be trusted, he instead chooses to say nothing. As he predicted, that friend ends up betraying you, leaving you terribly wounded, especially since they were the first person you considered a true friend in a long while.
Thankfully, your lovely butler will always be there to pick up the pieces, be it a broken heart or shattered soul.
πππππππ!ππππππ who holds you as you cry, one hand positioned on the small of your back, the other hand gently stroking your hair. You have your face buried in the crook of his neck, dampening the fabric of his uniform with your tears.
You can feel the warmth of his hands through the silk of his gloves, the steady, grounding thrum of his heart. He says nothing, but his silence means everything.
πππππππ!ππππππ who controls more and more of your life as time goes on. From the food you eat to the clothes you wear, everything is planned by him, down to the very last detail.
When you are bedridden from your illness, he'll feed you by hand, sitting by the side of your bed as he spoons you each bite. At first, you had protested, telling him he has other, more important things to be doing, but you eventually gave in to his unwavering persistence.
You can never win against him, against his honey-coated words and tender gaze, against those six damned words, βI live to serve Your Grace.β
πππππππ!ππππππ who is a patient, patient man. It matters not to him how long it will take before he has you completely in his hands, because he knows, with absolute certainty, that everything will unfold according to his plans. He draws you in slowly, making sure that you don't suspect a thing, and life around you changes so gradually that you donβt realise anything amiss until youβre dependent on him for everything.
But by then, you will be too entranced by him to care.
πππππππ!ππππππ who is doing this purely out of love, as misguided as it may be. He just wants to care for you, treasure you, and protect you from harm. He truly believes that he is the only person capable of doing so, and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.
You donβt have to think, you don't have to work, all you have to do is rely on him, and stay in his lovely cage of gold.
Takes βgolden retriever boyfriendβ too seriously so you wake up with him on top of you with something in his mouth and drops a dead bird beside your head on your bed as he wags his tail.
Whenever he notices that your sitting or laying down on the couch he mounts you and humps you while licking your face until you push him off.
Every time you come home he runs over and sniffs you everywhere (yes everywhere.) before nuzzling against you.
Enjoys belly rubs a bit too much and gets aroused then humps your hand before accidentally making a mess all over his tummy and your hand.
Hates baths and only calms down if you climb in beside him and clean him up, once out the bath he shakes himself dry and leaves you completely drenched in dog water.
Likes going on walks with a leash and collar but gets extremely aggressive as soon as a person gets too close and only calms down when you give him head pets.
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π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... who completely loses all his bones the second the apartment door clicks shut. for a guy who spends his nights dodging gunfire and playing the tough guy, he turns into pure liquid muscle on your couch. he will collapse his entire upper body across your lap, burying his nose into your waist with a heavy, shuddering sigh that practically shakes his whole 220lb frame just to let the stress bleed out.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... who is an absolute nightmare to literally everyone else in gotham, but turns into a complete marshmallow the second youβre in the room. heβll spend his entire afternoon barkinβ orders, snapping at tim, throwing sarcastic insults at people, and scowling like he hates the entire world. but the moment you walk through the door? his whole posture softens, his jaw unclenches, and heβs pulling you onto his lap before he even finishes his sentence.
β His family genuinely does not know how to react to seeing a guy who normally looks like he wants to punch a wall softly nuzzling his face into your hair and whispering sweet nothings like he wasnβt just screaming two minutes ago.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... who treats you like youβre made of spun glass. heβs got massive, calloused, scarred hands, but the way he holds you is absurdly soft. he loves resting a heavy palm on the back of your neck or softly thumbing over your bottom lip while heβs distracted.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODDβ¦ who is an absolute menace for press-and-hold kissesβsoft, lingering presses into the crook of your elbow, your shoulder blades, and right behind your ear where he knows it makes you shiver.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... who displays affection in the most quiet, domestic ways imaginable. heβll spend hours sitting on the edge of the bed going on long, passionate rants about whatever classic literature heβs reading that week, his eyes lighting up while he explains every character arc to you.
β heβll also hand-craft custom leather bookmarks for you, carefully stamping your initials into them or burning little designs into the corner just so you have something special for your own books. he remembers every little detail about your routineβalways making sure your favorite tea is stocked, pulling the covers over you when you fall asleep on the couch, and leaving tiny, messy love notes tucked into your jacket pockets before he goes out on patrol.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... whose dates are a seamless mix of domesticity and ridiculously thoughtful effort. heβs not taking you to some uptight, five-star restaurant where he has to wear a stiff suit and fake a smile; heβd much rather take you to a tiny, hole-in-the-wall diner at 2:00 AM, sitting in a vinyl booth and sharing a plate of fries while you both talk about nothing. or heβll plan late-night rooftop dates with a heavy fleece blanket, hot coffee in thermos cups, and a quiet view of the city skyline, keeping his arm wrapped tight around your waist so the cold wind doesn't even touch you.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... who is a total whiny submissive for you behind closed doors. all that red hood arrogance completely evaporates the second you tease him or make him wait. if you hold back or drag your fingers along his skin without touching him where he wants, he turns into the whiniest man on the planet. heβll bury his face in your neck, whimpering softly, pulling on your waist, and begging you to just give in.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... who melts the second you take control. you can pin his wrists above his headβeven though he could easily overpower youβand he will just go completely pliable and soft into the mattress. his eyes get dark and glassy, his breath hitched, softly pleading with you, βplease... tell me what you want me to do.β he is so embarrassingly praise-hungry that running a hand through his hair and whispering a soft βgood boyβ against his ear will literally send him over the edge, leaving him clingy and helpless for the rest of the night.
π£²βLOVERBOY! JASON TODD... takes loving you so seriously itβs almost stupid. he will send single-word replies to bruce and dick, but sends you three-paragraph rants about a book heβs reading or petty complaints about anyone other than you. he leaves his softest oversized hoodies at your place on purpose just to see you drowning in them while making coffee. heβs a man so deeply in love with you that he doesn't even know what to do with himself, and heβll never let a second go by without making sure you know it.
A/n never falling for the βJason is roughβ propaganda. He is the most submissive, whiny, and pathetic man ever I said what I said.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was extremely self-indulgent, and while I never specified what condition Reader has that causes them chronic pain, I did use a lot of my own experiences, so sorry if other chronic pain sufferers can't relate as much! Still, I hope this is enjoyable to others! <3
Normally when you're dealing with your typical bouts of pain, you can grab a heating pad, some medicine, and relax alone in peace until it fades away.
But alas, that is no longer an option, it seems. You squirm in discomfort, trying your best to not focus on the pain.
It doesn't work well. Instead, you hiss as you feel an especially painful muscle spasm shoot through your body. It starts from your hip, shooting upwards until you feel pins and needles prickling along your spine.
Even though the nest you lay in is comfortable, it definitely isn't the same as your bed. Cassian had made sure to make it extra cozy for you, piling a ridiculous amount of soft furs, moss, and leaves. It's much more cozy than one would assume, but still different. A difference you wish was easier to ignore.
A small cry leaves you at the next painful twitch, this time in your lower back, making you curl up into a fetal position to alleviate some pressure.
You internally curse, hoping neither naga heard that, but it's in vain, because you already know they have superhuman senses compared to you.
Not long after the pained noise escapes you, Cassian lifts the fur blanket that surrounds you in the makeshift nest, looking concerned as his blue eyes meet yours. You realize he's hovering over you upside down, his tail curled around a branch hanging from the large tree in the cave, beneath the collapsed ceiling.
"What hurts?" Cassian worriedly asks. When you don't reply, he shifts to instead hang by his coils. Once secure, he climbs down, slithering to be on level with you again. "Talk to me, baby." His eyebrows tilt upwards. "Tell Baba what's wrong."
You wince, shaking your head.
"Does it hurt everywhere?" He sounds so distraught, your resolve nearly crumbles. How is he able to make you feel this guilty when you're the victim here?
Another involuntary noise comes out when you shift your leg. The joints feel like they're filled with gravel, rubbing together painfully with any movement.
"My legs..." you grit out. "Back... and hips..."
He hums in concern, moving to slide beside you in the nest. His eyes flit across your form, searching for any signs of injury or ailment. When he finds none, he reaches a hesitant hand towards your lower back, lightly placing it there. "Is touching okay?"
It burns your throat to swallow down your pride like this. As much as it pains you to admit, the sooner you get relief, the sooner you can go back to sulking in silence. "...Yes."
He slowly kneads at where you need it most, trying his hardest to keep from hurting you further. His touch remains gentle as ever, though firm enough to provide relief rather than add more agony to your situation. "Did you strain yourself? No... I would have known..."
You look up at him, and his worried gaze. "I have... chronic pain." You don't know how much you can explain it to him, unsure if he'll understand.
Yet he only looks surprised, then troubled. "How do I cure it?"
"It's incurable," you groan as he hits a particularly sore spot. "I usually just rest, take medicine, use a heating pad..."
You say the last part absentmindedly, not actually expecting Cassian to have a solution.
Until he does.
"You need warmth?" he murmurs, and his arms slip underneath you as he slides you onto his tail. He wraps around you gently, laying down with you partially on top of his stomach. His body radiates heat, seeping into your skin wherever he touches.
"I thought snakes are cold-blooded," you mutter, melting into his touch.
"I was laying in the sun for quite a while," he explains, giving you a smile. He looks proud to have helped you.
For a moment, you almost forget where you are and with whom. Being coddled like this, even if by someone you wish weren't your captor, it's... nice.
Just as you were starting to relax and enjoy it, the moment of bliss ends when Winslow pops in through the front of the cave, holding a woven basket full of various foraged materials.
"I found some extra supplies, and--" Winslow halts when he spots Cassian holding you, his expression morphing into one of pure elation. "Are you two bonding?" He quickly places the basket on the ground, slithering towards the both of you hastily. "What are we doing? Ohh! How adorable." Winslow moves to lay down by your other side. Unlike his husband, he doesn't hesitate to scoop you up into his arms instead.
"Be careful, they're in pain," Cassian chides.
"Pain? What happened?" Winslow exclaims in horror. He tilts your chin up. "Did you fall? Hurt yourself? Tell Papa what hurts and I'll fix it!"
"No no," Cassian intervenes. "Nothing like that. Something called 'chronic pain'."
Winslow gasps dramatically. "No! Is our baby sick?!" He pulls away to look over you more, examining your body. "Do they have a rash? A fever?!"
"I can speak for myself, remember?" You seethe as he jostles you around, not at all helping the throbbing in your joints. You swat his prying hands away. "Chronic just means often, it's something I've had for a while. It's nothing that'll kill me... just hurts."
"Aw..." Winslow kisses your forehead. "Poor thing."
You sigh in defeat.
Cassian pulls Winslow by his waist closer, sandwiching you between them. Your face heats up slightly.
"Their pain should go away soon," Cassian says calmly. "They said they need warmth. I can handle it if you wish to finish whatever chores you still need to get done." He wraps his tail back around you. The slightly tight pressure is oddly relieving.
"I suppose I ought to make them some food first," Winslow concedes.
Cassian nods. "And I'll stay with our hatchling." He gives you a fond smile. He tucks the furry pelt blanket around you again, just loose enough where you can wiggle in his embrace.
While Winslow disappears into another room to start preparing your meal, Cassian simply stares at you, content with watching over you like a hawk.
You notice he has long black claws that could rip you apart if he wanted to. But right now, he uses those same claws to gently scratch your head comfortingly. Those hands that could end your life soothe your discomfort instead.
"I have an idea," Winslow suddenly shouts, reappearing into the room with you both. He's holding a plastic water bottle, one you recognize as you were carrying with you in your bag, before all of this disaster. "I heated up some water and put it in this bottle they were carrying before. I'm so smart."
He places it behind you against the small of your back, right against a sensitive area. It's hot, but it fades into a soothing temperature after the initial burn wears away.
"This feels nicer..." you mumble, embarrassed.
"Of course, Papa always has good ideas!" He leans forward and kisses your forehead, before kissing Cassian. "Oh, by the way, honey, do you have some of those leftover herbs you gathered a few nights ago?"
"Excellent idea," Cassian says. "Feverfew and dandelion... and some turmeric. Just a moment."
When Cassian unwinds and slips out from behind you, leaving you cuddled up in Winslow's arms instead, he slithers away, going to what you can only guess is some sort of storage pantry where they keep their medicines.
"Don't worry, these'll help with the achy parts," Winslow croons. His hands are calloused compared to Cassian's smooth skin.
It's embarrassing. They treat you like a helpless child, which you don't mind too much right now, as humiliating as that is to admit. But you don't want to give either of them any sort of satisfaction, nor encouragement, so you hold your tongue, grumbling instead.
As promised, Cassian returns with various plants, setting to work grinding and preparing them into a paste for you to ingest. Meanwhile Winslow begins humming some sort of song under his breath, rocking back and forth with you in his embrace.
The melody lulls you into a relaxed trance; eyes closed, breathing evened out, muscles losing their tenseness little by little. Before long, Cassian joins back into the makeshift nest he crafted previously, handing a cup over containing what must be your remedy.
You grimace upon seeing its contents, and try to lean away from it.
"Now now," Cassian clicks his tongue, bringing the concoction closer. "This will relieve your pain, sweetheart."
"It'll taste bad..." you protest. As if sensing you may try to run, Winslow's grip becomes firmer around your form.
"Nonsense! I added some berries to help sweeten it." When you peek at it again, he adds, "If you drink this, I promise it'll make you feel better, little one."
Still, you stubbornly shake your head.
"Oh, baby," Winslow coos. "Here, I'll show you it isn't even that bad." He gently takes the bowl from his mate, and takes a sip. It's almost comical in the way he grimaces afterwards, swallowing it down like his life depends on it, but you can see how hard he tries to act like it isn't disgusting. "See? It's yummy! Mm-mm!"
You give an unimpressed look.
Cassian sighs. "Little one, do I need to make you drink this?"
Remembering when he hypnotized you in the forest before, you figure you should listen. You nod reluctantly.
Cassian offers a sympathetic smile as he raises the cup back up to your lips, encouragingly pushing it further when he notices you hesitating once more.
You're thankful he tips the cup slowly, as it tastes exactly how you imagined it would. Disgusting. The berry juice mixed in helps mildly, but only for so long until the overpowering bitterness of the medicinal herbs fills your mouth with a rancid flavor.
Nonetheless, you manage to choke it all down with great effort, coughing a little when finished.
"Such a good little hatchling," Cassian praises. "What a good job."
"You took all your medicine!" Winslow adds, just as cheerful sounding as his husband. "So proud! So strong and brave!" He nuzzles his nose against yours in a sign of affection you can't find in yourself to push away right now.
"How long will it take?" you question quietly.
"It should kick in any second now," Cassian replies.
As soon as he speaks, you begin feeling the effects taking place within your body almost instantly. You can feel most of the discomfort and aching dissipating gradually, leaving behind nothing more than dull sensations in its wake. Soon enough, you let out a relieved exhale, tension draining away, being replaced by fatigue.
The water bottle is still pressed behind you. Winslow removes it, replacing it with his own coils. Between the herbal brew and his and Cassian's warmth, you feel cozy.
"Do you wanna sleep, baby?" Winslow asks gently.
Sleep. It sounds very appealing, but the pain isn't gone, even if relieved.
"It's hard to sleep when it hurts," you answer.
"Oh, baby... Can you try for us?" Cassian begs sweetly. "I'm sure you'll feel much better after resting for a while..."
You get an idea, even if you hate it. But sleep sounds so nice right now, you're willing to put your pride to the side.
"Can you..." You hesitate, glancing over at Cassian. "Can you do that weird, hypnosis thing again?" Even if you hated it last time, it was admittedly the best sleep you had gotten in a long time.
"Are you giving me permission?" Cassian asks with a curious look. "I won't do it if you aren't sure."
"...Yes..." you mutter. "It's... okay... This time..."
"Okay," Cassian grins proudly. He tilts your head upward and looks you in the eyes. Once again, colors swirl around hypnotically as a familiar heaviness washes over you. You let yourself go limp in their arms as he croons sweet nothings towards you.
He keeps the hypnosis going longer than the first time, probably ensuring you fall asleep rather than merely being lulled into relaxation.
Winslow gently drags his claws over your arm in a soothing motion, helping ease you into slumber, too.
"That's it... There we go, love," Cassian coos. "Close those pretty eyes." His tail wraps around you tighter than before, but not enough to hurt. "Sssh, sssh..."
"Baba," you slur sleepily.
"What was that?" Cassian whispers, after a soft gasp. You don't respond, because you can't, drifting off.
You hear him exchange hushed words with Winslow, but the words come out too fuzzy and muffled. You fall asleep in the comforting embrace of both of them.
.π₯ έ Λ sypnosis β in which jason has gotten used to your affection aka he's spoiled
.π₯ έ Λ tags β fluff, domesticity, slice of life, puppy jason?, kinda based off my last fic, ooc jason, mild language, reader loves him... even if she denies it, strict reader back at it
.π₯ έ Λ wc β 1.6k
author's note β thank you guys for all the support my last fic got! i love u guys so much sooo i had this one in my drafts and it's all yours
you were just humming in the kitchen, washing up the big olβ pile of dishes in the sink. jason wanted to help, but you said no, really because he wasn't super great at it, but hey, you liked that he put in the effort.
your pyjamas were all soft and snug on your skin, thanks to jason throwing them in the dryer before you changed. but you had this sneaky feeling he picked out the tiniest ones on purpose.
the wooden scrubber in your hand was on its last legs, and that garlic parmesan from dinner wasn't helping much. you were scrapping extra hard, making sure there wasn't a crumb left behind.
you finished the dishes with a relieved sigh, drying up your hands on the towel by the sink before you dimmed the amber lights of the kitchen.
after, you grabbed a few matches from the little drawer near the fridge along with a stick of your favorite incense. your steps padded softly towards the dining table. the freshly mopped floors felt cool against your feet.
you set the little stick on the holder and lit it up, quickly blowing on it so the smoke could fill the apartment with its scent. taking a slow exhale, you paused to appreciate the quietness.
jason had left for patrol a little while ago, or so you thought, and you settled into that soft solitude that crept in when he wasn't around. it was nice not to have a two-hundred-pound guy taking up half the space. for the most part.
you decided to head to the living room to clean up the mess from the board games you two played earlier. youβd rather get it done sooner than later, knowing you wouldn't want to get up and clean after getting into bed.
then suddenly, his voice broke the quiet.
βdid i do something wrong?β
βsweet baby jesus!β you gasped, hand flying to your chest, your breath heavy as you looked at him through wide eyes.
βwhat is wrong with you?" you asked, trying to calm your racing heart. he looked kind of intimidating, just a shadow in the corner, barely lit, but you recognized that little pout of his from a mile away. βwhat do you want, jace?β
βyou didnβt say goodbye,β he said, stepping into the light, his frown small but there. he was just standing by the window where he usually went out for patrol, helmet held under his arm, just waiting there so still that it threw you off.
βwhat are you talking about? i said bye,β you replied, finally letting your hand drop from your chest and mussing your hair.
βnuh uh.β
you lifted your gaze to him, a frown tugging at your eyebrows. βoh yes huh,β you shot back.
βnuh uh.β
βyes huh!β
βnuh uh!β he exclaimed, raising his voice, his fingers clenching into a fist.
you raised an eyebrow, your hand resting on your hip. βis that an attitude i hear?β you asked, taking slow steps towards him. you noticed how his jaw was all tight and his eyes were full of uncertainty.
you watched him bite his lip, words struggling to form. his hands curled into fists, relaxed, then curled again until his helmet slipped from under his arm and clattered onto the floor.
βjason?β
he stared at the wall behind you before mumbling, βyou didnβt kiss me goodbye.β
you blinked at him. βexcuse me?β that seemed to flip a switch in him. he turned to you, looking worried.
βare you mad at me? what did i do?β he whispered, his hand reaching out to rest on your waist, his fingers curling around it perfectly.
you sighed, your hands momentarily covering your cheeks. you couldn't believe he was serious. βyou think Iβm mad... because i didnβt give you a goodbye kiss?β you asked slowly, wondering if he was just teasing.
he nodded, his bottom lip poking out a bit as he squeezed your waist for comfort. you rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away.
βyou are mad!β he accused.
βam not!β you huffed, βyouβre just being silly, and now youβve lost patrol time!β
βokay, but what if i get hurt without my good luck kiss?β he countered, placing his hand back on your waist while snaking the other around you, completely capturing you against his muscles.
βyou are ridiculous,β you muttered under your breath, looking up into his expectant yet pleading eyes. βif i kiss you, will you go?β
he nodded eagerly.
βugh, fine, but only because i want you to leave,β you said, leaning in for a quick peck on his lips. but that plan went awry as he leaned in for another kiss... and another... and another.
βjason, goddammit, jason!β you said, struggling to squirm away from his grip. his stubble was scratching against your skin, and you could already see your skin breaking out the next morning.
he kept launching his little smooch attack until you felt like a total glob in his arms. your expression blank as his lips planted kisses everywhere, from your chin to your hairline.
after one last big smooch and a loud βmwah,β he finally released you, flashing a toothy grin while you shot him your best annoyed look.
βyou leaving now?β you mumbled, glancing at him as he nodded, turning back to the window, gripping the edge, and wiggling a bit before jumping out.
you sighed at the absurdity of it all. βyou forgot your helmet!β you said, crouching down to grab the red thing and tossing it out the window. βfucking loser,β you muttered.
βhey!β you heard him yell from outside, but you werenβt sure if he was offended about his helmet getting tossed or if it was because you called him a loser... which he was.
after a few seconds, you took a deep breath in and let it out. finally, he was gone.
you turned around and got back into your rhythm, bending down to pick up the dice and all the scattered uno cards left on the coffee table. you even found one tucked under the couch...where jason conveniently sat before he somehow won. suspicious.
you carefully stacked all the cards into a neat little deck, using one of your hair ties to keep them together before putting them on the bottom shelf and moving on to the dice, placing them inside a wine glass that decorated the tabletop.
with a grunt, you got back up and put your hands on your hips, glancing around the apartment. it was a bit messy, but good enough for you. plus, it was late, and your phone was probably getting paranoid about how long youβd been away from it.
you wandered into your shared bedroom and collapsed onto the bed that sat in the middle of the room.
his cologne still clung to the sheets from when he'd gotten dressed, and you couldn't help but wrap yourself up in a burrito while you dug for your phone beneath the pillows.
"five minutes," that's what you told yourself. just five minutes on social media before you went to sleep. but then five turned into ten, ten into thirty, and before you knew it, you heard the sound of jason climbing back through the bedroom window.
the sound of his kevlar suit echoed as he moved closer to the bed. you heard the soft hiss as he took off the helmet and felt the way the mattress sunk as he placed it near your feet.
you waited for him to climb in, one minute, two minutes... two and a half. until you turned around, looking at him over your shoulder
βdude, are you getting in?β you asked, eyeing him up and down to make sure he wasnβt hurt before you started to scold him. he looked fine, a few scratches here and there, but overall, he was okay. good.
he didnβt say anything, though, and you rolled your eyes. his gaze was locked on you, and he couldnβt help but notice how the blue light from your phone made your eyes shine and defined the slope of your nose.
βiβm not dealing with another one of your tantrums,β you muttered under your breath as you turned back to your mukbangs of the most beautiful desserts in LA.
another half a minute went by, and you grunted as you glanced back at him. you knew what he wanted, of course, but cβmon! he was getting way too spoiled lately. too bratty. you couldnβt just give in to everything.
βif i do it, will you stop staring at me? itβs kind of creepy,β you said as you struggled to untangle yourself from the blankets before sitting up to face him. he just nodded.
βugh, fine,β you muttered, scooting over and starting to ruffle the sheets on his side of the bed. βcβmon, c'mere handsome,β you cooed, using that soft voice you usually reserved for stray cats in crime alley, but somehow he got to be the exception.
he immediately started yanking off his heavy boots, tossing them who knows where, and then leaped on top of you.
βfor fuckβs sake, jason! how many times do i have to tell youββ you were cut off when his lips began to wander over yours and then down to your chin.
βi missed you over there,β he whispered, his hands wrapping around your waist as he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him.
βyeah, well, i didnβt,β you mumbled.
βoh yeah? then why are you all cuddled up in these blankets like that?β he shot back with that lazy grin, his face getting way too close to yours. you hated how much you loved those little dimples of his. βis it because i sprayed my cologne?β
You are the town's newest fisherman, following an advert you found in a discarded newspaper. The mayor welcomed you with open arms, yet you could sense the peculiar quietness coming from the rest of the locals.
The lighthouse keeper was the first to clue you in. An old, raggedy woman, she had greeted you in a rather unexpected way: Don't end up like the last one. The waters, she said, harbored monsters beyond your comprehension. You were to do your job and nothing more if you didn't want to succumb to the madness.
Despite the warnings, however, you've somehow never encountered the terrors supposedly lurking the open sea. You've sailed long after sunset, searched the depths of the foggy mangroves, ventured into the narrow passages of the cursed cliffs. There was no colossal serpent, no alien beast whispering forbidden secrets into your ears, no great fish swallowing your humble trawler whole.
That's not to say you haven't witnessed the outcome to these legends. You've stumbled upon fishing boats torn apart by foreign claws, stranded men muttering about a leviathan who will bring forth destruction. You've stared down the basin where every living creature vanishes: enormous tendrils peeking from the depths, faint, glowing eyes observing you with interest.
"Here's the relic you asked for," you say, extending the necklace you dredged out of the dark waters.
The collector inspects it with a smile.
"You haven't encountered any...obstacles, I hope," he suggests.
"None at all. Peaceful as always," you hum, receiving your payment.
With a nod, you leave. The man takes a moment to follow your movements, then turns to an eerie statue decorating his desk; a monstrous creature with many tentacles and eyes alike.
"I still don't get why you've chosen that human," he wonders out loud.
For his Lord to go out of his way, guarding you without rest, ordering the unholy beasts to keep their distance from you...He's certainly never witnessed it before. It almost resembles a doting husband looking after the spouse.
Nonsense. The abyssal fiend would never fall for a mere human like you, most certainly. It couldn't possibly...hmmm. He grimaces at the thought.
How would they react to getting their dream life with their darling? How would they feel about having kids with reader? Thank you!
YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.
A N: What a cute idea!
A B O U T: Domestic life with the boys.
W A R N I N G S: None.
β ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.
Being a family man? He would love to.
Being a famous man? That makes it difficult.
Roman is pretty traditional. He loves the idea of marriage and having children.
Especially with you.
He is definitely the most likely to propose the earliest (three years) and bring up the conversation about children.
β LATEN REED.
Laten is young, and he doesn't really think about settling down and having kids. He's focused on uni and rugby, especially rugby.
But at the same time, you'll both naturally fall into the bracket of settling down even without realising it.
Even after a year of a relationship and you could be living together with a routine and lifestyle of a married couple of 20 years.
Kids? In the future. He'd love to have kids, but he understands the responsibilities and hardship of being a parent.
He'd want it to be the right time, which is out of university where he plays professionally and you do whatever you want to do once you finish too.
β JAE 'NIKO' LEE.
Due to his lifestyle, the idea of settling down was never in the cards.
It wasn't something he ever wanted either.
He will live with you. He will want that control. He settles down to own you. He'd even have kids if you wanted to, just to please you, but you'd be his number one.
Definitely least likely to actually want to settle down and especially have children.
β KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.
He dreams of it.
The day he met you, he already had a mental mood board of your future home, children's names and everything.
Kaidan is definitely the type to love a big wedding, one that will be remembered forever.
He's definitely the type to do it fast, too. He just wants to be with you, to love and have you forever.
β HAYDEN WEST.
The thought sort of scares him.
Much like Laten, he's young and still in university, and he knows if he were to become a parent, he'd have to get a better job.
Photography wouldn't be enough, and photography is his whole life.
It's not that he wouldn't want to settle down because he does. He's just scared of it failing.
What if you live with him and get annoyed? And grow to hate him?
β JOSHUA WHITE.
Just like Roman, he is very traditional.
It is expected for him to settle down and have children, and he genuinely wants that, too.
Watching his family and those who attended the church with their families always left him wanting that too, and as he grew older and saw people around him living his dream, he couldn't help but feel envious.
So when you two are together, he wastes no time having the chat about settling, future plans with marriage and especially children.
β BLAKE CROSS.
It's expected for him, he comes from a well-known and well-off family, so him gaining and raising his own family is important.
His family has high expectations, in both his choice in partners and how he and his darling will choose to live.
Living in a lush family home with two kids and a dog is the goal.
Expect to do yoga in the morning, drink cocktails with rich women, and have dinner done by the time he's back from work.
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How yanderes react when entering when the reader is changing clothes
YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.
A B O U T: You are getting ready, and they walk in.
W A R N I N G S: None.
β ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.
I doubt he'd have much of a reaction at all, if I'm honest.
He'd most likely instinctively shut the door as soon as he realised what he had walked into.
Roman may be completely and utterly obsessed with you, but he understands privacy.
He lives a life that is documented and posted no matter what, so he respects others privacy.
He'd automatically apologise and wait outside until you're finished to do what he wanted to do.
β LATEN REED.
At first, he freezes, and then he laughs.
This man isn't able to take it too seriously and even though he is genuinely sorry, he's laughing as he apologises while still looking at you.
He wanted to show you a funny video, so he had already been laughing anyway.
Laten doesn't see the big deal. He'd get naked in front of a crowd.
(he has while drunk before) - (but that's a different story)
So it doesn't click that you're embarrassed until he sees your embarrassment and quickly leaves with a quiet, 'my bad'.
He sort of self-asses himself and realises not everyone is so .... open with themselves physically.
He makes a better effort to knock on doors before walking in.
β JAE 'NIKO' LEE.
Oh boy.
He already knew you were getting dressed. This man knows everything.
He'd walk in and act like he didn't know.
"Damn, I'm sorry." He fake an apology, half-assed too.
He immediately picks up on your embarrassment.
He loves it. He loves how embarrassed you are.
"You're too hot to cover yourself, by the way."
He laughed as he noticed your expression. He then walked off and acted as if it had never happened.
β KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.
Kaidan does a lot of modelling jobs and didn't even react when he saw you get ready. He's used to walking around half naked, so he doesn't really think it's odd to walk in on you getting ready.
At first, he doesn't pick up on your expression until you tell him to get out with a shocked expression.
"Oh. Right. I'm sorry.." He'd say, walk out confused as to why you're so touchy over it.
Plus, if he hadn't already seen your body, he knew he'd see it at some point.
You are his after all...? So why is it a big deal if he'd warch you as you dressed?
β HAYDEN WEST.
He's so shocked. He's more shocked than you.
"Oh. Oh. Fuck. Shit. Sorry. Okay. I'm so sorry. I - ugh."
He stutters and stumbles on his words and just embarrasses himself more than you feel in that moment.
He basically stands there, turning from you, to away. To you. Away again. He literally doesn't know what to do.
You couldn't help but laugh and tell him to leave.
"Yes. Leave. Go. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Bye." He'd shut the door and lean on it, breathing like a maniac.
He really hoped you didn't see his hard on...
β JOSHUA WHITE.
This man is so apologetic.
He refuses to make eye contact with you for a day or so because he feels so guilty.
He will say sorry even a day after it happened, and at this point, he's more traumatised than you are.
It's sort of funny seeing him act that way...
He's so worked up, he feels like a pervert.
β BLAKE CROSS.
He stands in the doorway and full on looks you up and down, "I like this outfit better." He grins before leaving you to it.
You die of embarrassment. He walks away with the need to go back in there and fuck you blind.
He will apologise later, but he doesn't seem to mean it as he smiles with humour, but his eyes undress you as you sit beside him.
Blake is a whore for you. He's ready to pounce, and he only feels teased.
How would they react to someone flirting with their darling right in front of them?
YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.
A N: Whoops, that person is a bit silly for doing that.
A B O U T: Someone flirts with you.
W A R N I N G S: Yanderes being jealous.
β ROMAN CORNELIUS JAMES BEAUREGARD.
Whoever even dares would be a complete idiot.
Flirting with THE Roman Beauregard's S/O? Obviously this person is either stupid, insane or brave.
If they don't stop once he's made his presence known he acts polite, he has an image to uphold. He's an important person and need to be loved by all.
So he smiles, he walks away with his arm tightly wrapped around your waist and you feel the intensity radiate from him. His jaw clenching.
Behind the scenes he uses his power and influence to ruin this person. Finds out who they are, their job, their family. Everything. Uses anything and everything against them to ruin their lives. If they're squeaky clean, he makes something up. Forges up a complete lie that is still believable and makes this person's life hell.
Funny because while their life is turned upside down, they don't know he's the one at fault. They still probably support him, cheer him on and speak about that time they met him and his lovely S/O at that one party.
What a lovely and polite couple!!
β LATEN REED.
Does this person have a deathwish? Who would flirt with this beast of a man's S/O.
Everyone knows that Laten is kind, he's the life of the party. So sweet. But his body? His height? His attitude when angered? They're more than dumb. They must be suicidal.
Laten is forgiving enough, he would politely tell them that you're taken. To stop flirting but if they're persistent and keep up with it, they're getting their jaw spun.
One punch and they're out cold with a tooth missing. You don't fuck with Laten, especially the one he loves.
He will then apologise for making you see him angry. He only wants to show the best parts of him! Behind the scenes, he would AND HAS fucked up those who hurt you.
β JAE 'NIKO' LEE.
Jae is sneaky, he's a scheming man and will manipulate those around him to hate the person who flirts with you. He watches them, picks up on everything and uses it against them.
He can make the most popular person turn into the biggest villain and he won't stop until everyone hates his guts.
He watches with a smile as people call him out on things he created. He laughs as they distance themselves from the person until they're completely alone.
Biggest thing, Jae doesn't care. He's loved by all, he's amazing. Once they all hate them, he'd make it known. They've already lost everything so why would anyone believe him?
"I told you to stay away from y/n." He'd say before walking away with a smirk. He won, as always.
β KAIDAN ALEXANDER WOLFE.
He internalises it. Is he not good enough? Do you like this person? Are you flirting back?
He'd go through a mixture of emotions until he realises you don't like this person. You want nothing to do them. Of course you don't, you're with him!
He's then angry. Very fucking angry.
Kaidan takes work off them, modelling jobs are now his. Brand deals are now his. He makes sure to post better outfit pics. You name it.
He'll become better than this person at everything. There will be rumours that this person is copying Kaidan and he plays his violin over this. Dropping hints on social media that he's being copied by them, that he feels attacked and like they're obsessed.
It leads to this person being run off social media due to the amount of hate, even though Kaidan never verbally spoke bad about this person, he dropped enough hints for the people to confirm that they're trying to become him.
β HAYDEN WEST.
He wants the ground to swallow him up. He hates it.
He feels under attack like he's going to lose you to this person. He becomes insecure and compares himself to this person.
He follows you around like a puppy. Watches your reactions whenever this person is near, to see if you give them attention at all. He hates it, so so much.
After you reassure him, his confidence does pick up. That's when he begins to think of ways to keep them away from you.
He's not physically scary, he'd have to use his brain. He'd tutor this person, just feed them the wrong information until their grades are so bad they've failed and can't progress onto the next year.
Hayden does small things that embarrasses this person in public. Pouring water where they're going to walk, 'accidentally' bumps into them and tips his food over their white t-shirt. Oh god! He's so clumsy!
You don't see what he's doing, you think he's innocent, like everyone else. Half the time nobody even notices him, much like the one who was flirting with you...
β JOSHUA WHITE.
He is a very kind man, a respected one too. Nobody would flirt anyone he is with.
I mean, how could they? He's so sweet. It'd just be wrong to do that.
But with the off chance that someone would actually flirt with you, he's really just like π§ββοΈthe whole time.
Maybe he's upset. Maybe he's ready to kill. Maybe it's Mabeline. Who knows?
Really, his eye is twitching, and his fist is curling from the bad thoughts. He doesn't let it show.
When he shakes the person's hand, he smiles, but his dark eyes are blank. They walk away with a red hand from the pressure, but even then, they're convinced he's the nicest person they ever met.
β BLAKE CROSS.
Flirting with you? Especially in front of him? Does this fool have a death-wish? He watches the person with a deadly look in his dark eyes, a snarky smile against his lips.
Blake doesn't care. He will cause a scene. He will shout in public and fight if he needs to.
"Who in the actual fuck do you think you're talking to?" He asks slowly, his fingers jabbing into the person's forehead as he leans in their way.
Even if you try and pull him away, he will still continue. Nobody fucks with him, his reputation and his darling. Fuck that.
"Watch what you say next time, you don't want to fuck with me, got it?" He smiles as his hand crushes the person's shoulder under his grip, until they're grabbing his arm, saying sorry.
He will hold the grudge. Every time he sees the person, he will make it known where they stand with him, and if he catches wind that they've been anywhere near you, he will literally ruin their life.
