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I've been obsessing over this game i got on sale. It's Yoko no Hanashi on Steam, and it's like a 1st person chase escape game. There's two yanderes that you can choose from Yoko and Yoto, and i have been LOVING Yoto lmfao
Made two versions of the same picture, one based on the drawing of Yoto and the other of his 3D model
TW: Yandere, Yandere Man, blood mention, licking of wounds???, not Proofread
Part I (You Are Here) | Part II
Imagine going to a concert of some famed singer, spending thousands upon thousands for plane tickets and for the commute along the way. This star's been known to always host his concerts on the beach side, he's always had this ocean theme to him.
He's new, yet people call him a rising star. He's knew, yet he was able to captivate millions upon the releass of his first single. People thought he was a one hit wonder, yet he kept releasing, slowly his music started to seep into the radio, to your feed, being used in edits.
There was just something so.. Captivating about him. And his voice, gods his voice, it felt like it echoed whenever he sang. A slow echo-ish voice which rings in your head, like a sense of serenity always falls upon you when his music would play. Everything else felt muffled except for the sound of his haunting voice, very operatic. Maybe he's just that good of a singer?
It honestly made you excited to finally see him live. After so many months of saving and hoping, maybe even spamming his comments along with the other fans, he released a schedule.
He was going on tour, and fortunately for you, one of his destinations was just within your range of travel!
... If that travel included national flights.
Either way, people rumored that his shows were legendary. Captivating, that it would feel like he surrounded you, that his voice is just that good LIVE as it is on recording.
Though there was one issue.
He's late. Very much so.
It's been.. God knows how long since the show was supposed to begin, yet there was no sign of the singer anywhere. The event managera tried their best to soothe the growing impatience of the crowd.
"He'll be right out! "
"We're calling him! "
They would announce from time to time. Honestly, you're starting to think you got scammed. All out here with your merch and shit near the beachside. You didn't want to miss the start of the show, but you're getting a bit impatient with it.
It's getting a bit crowded already and it didn't look like he would come out any time soon, maybe a quick walk on the beach wouldn't be so bad.
The sound of the waves crashing against the sandy beach echo through you. Maybe your trip was a bust, it doesn't seem like the singer's even here anyways. Great. A hotel stay, your travel, and the ticket you've bought, all wasted. Hell, even your vacation day was wasted.
Well, at least you get a relaxing scenery.
You close your eyes, to listening to the sound of the waves, feeling the cold air in your skin.. And the distant humming which pierces through your ears.
Huh?
Your brows furrow, were you growing crazy? It sounded like.. Humming. Singing even, the more you listen to it, the more your body relaxed. It felt like it reverberated within yiur brain, urging you on to listen to the tune. Everything felt muddled, distant and foggg as if everything else didn't matter. Despite the warning signs your brain sends you, despite the imminent danger which triggers within you, you walk. Closer to the sound, following that haunting melodic tune.
The sound of the singing grows louder and louder eith each step you take. It was only until it sounded like it was just right infront of you did your feet come to a halt.
Your eyes open, slowly. Vision blurry from how long it was closed and you were... In a portion of the beach you don't even recognize. It doesn't sound like there's any living life nearby. The sound of cars or the sound of night life, all gone.
Or maybe it was just muddled by the melody which echoed within your mind.
Where did that sound come from?
Your eyes move around the area, it looks like you're in some rocky place of the beach. The waves sound calmer here. Not even birds are nearby, not like you minded. A fucking seagull stole your pretzel earlier and you still held a grudge against the white bastard.
Finally, your eyes settle down onto the lump of fishing nets in front of you. Your brows furrow at it, was this left behind?
Your heart lurches up to your chest, body freezing as you see it shift, almost sitting up. The music fades, stopping and is instead replaced by the sound of panting before the figure droops back down onto the sandy beach side.
Your hear something akin to.. Crying? Whimpering? Little chirps coming from beneath the nets. Your chest feels tight, watching as the creature beneath it begin to sob.
... Sob?
Your brows furrow. Was it human? Animals can't sob. A sense of urgency filling you as you hastily approached the net. Someone's trapped in here. You think. It doesn't feel human, yet.. Whatever. It doesn't matter.
You should stop thinking about it, hands flying out to untangle mess infront if the creature.
It's whimpers growing as it began to move along with you, trying to free itself. The creature freezes at the movement, the sudden movement of the nets before it begins to thrash out under the net.
It felt scared.
"Hold on, stay still-"
Your voice barely cutting through the creature's thrashing. You were able to untangle a portion of the net, freeing it's arm. Immediately you yelp, you couldn't even react when the sharp claws of its.. It's hands? Fins??? Slice through your skin.
You stumble back from the wriggling mass of nets as the freed hand slices through the various other parts of the net, the creature freeing itself from it's restraints.
The nets gets thrown away off of the upper portion of the being once it frees off the half of itself and the sight makes you freeze.
Glowing silver eyes staring at you in anger. Grey skin- or, no, scales reflecting the moonlight as it shined down upon you. Sharo teeth in it's scowled mouth as it eyes locked down onto you. Eyes looking at you, up and down.
It's tense upper body slowly easing as it starts to register you weren't really a threat. You weren't... You didn't look like the people who kept him here.
You see something shift in its eyes as it locks down onto your wound, your bleeding gash as his body eased down, muscles relaxing and it looks like it's body visibly deflated.
A sense of guilt flashes against its eyes.
It didn't mean to-
You stare at it, it stares at you. Slowly, despite your better judgement, you approache the creature.
"It's fine, it's okay. I.. I'm not here to hurt you. See? "
You should be questioning just what the hell were you looking at, but there are other times for that. The creature doesn't react much as you approach it. Hands reaching out to the remaining tangled mess by its lower half.
It lets out a few soft chirps as it slowly, hesitantly turns so that you could get a better hold of the nets which held him in place.
It only took a moment before you finally were able to untangle him, freeing him from his restraints. With a final push of the net off of him, you're greeted with a scaly grey fish tail underneath it. It's long, with large fins by it's ends. Slightly twitching at the feeling of being free.
You couldn't help but stare in awe. Was this...
"A mermaid...? "
The words leave your mouth before you could even stop yourself. You see the creature huff in annoyance. It doesn't look like it appreciates being called one. But still, he doesn't react as you stare down at its tail before slowly bringing your eyes up to meet his.
You wanted to take a closer look at him, the scales which litter his body, his long silky black hair and toned body before reaching his much softer gaze.
"You... "
You softly speak out, but words die in your mouth. Hell, they died in your brain. What were you supposed to say? Hello? Nice to meet you?
... What kind of fish are you?
While you were busy contemplating your next move, the creatures hums softly, an attempt to ease your worries. The sound snaps you out of your dilemma as you turn to see his eyes move to stare at your wound.
"Oh! No, it's fine. I understand you were scared. It doesn't-"
Yet your words were cut off when his hands softly grasps your injured arm, being careful with it claws as it brings your arm closer to his face. Just what was he...?
"Eek! "
You yelp out as you feel the cold slimy feeling of his tongue being dragged through your wound, lapping up at the wound. The blood which trickled down the open injury. You were just about to pull away when you see your skin.
Skin, slowly pulling itself up, as if healing was just.. Fast forwarded like you forwarding past some youtuber's built in ads. Finally, when he pulls away, his gaze moves up to you, letting go of your arm, allowing you to observe it.
It's healed. Like it was never even harmed, no scar, no stinging sensation, just.. Healed.
Your eyes meet again, deeper this time. The longer you stared at him, the farther the world around you felt. You didn't know what happened, you don't even know how it happened. Yet one moment there was still a decent amount of space between you two, and now there was almost none.
Did they lean towards you or did you lean towards them? Before you could contemplate it, you feel the.. You can't rven describe the feeling of their lips against yours. Something inside you shifts, you don't know how but, the moment they pull away from you.. It felt.. Different. You felt different. Like..
... A heavy feeling has just placed itself upon you.
".. Thank you. "
His deep voice echoes througg your mind causing you to jumo back slightly. His expression doesn't change, but there was a slight amusement in his eyes before he turns to go back into the ocean.
You watch, watch as he returns back to the sea. The water slowly Engulfing his form. You stare at the cool waters, watching the moving waves... For what? You can't even remember. Just as you stand up, you realize..
... Where the fuck were you?
"Walk back in a straight line, my dear. You will find your way back to the beach side. "
The same deep voice echoes out through your head, sending shivers down your spine. Your brows furrow, turning back to the ocean one more time. There was nothing that changed, it's still it's calm self with small gentle waves.
Lips curling up into a straight line, you shake your head. You should really get back now. Who know how long you've been out here already? Without any more hesitation, you walk. Following the instructions of the voice, you walk back in a straight line. Towards where you had once came from.
Unaware that a pair of silver eyes watched you from afar, watching with a scalding intensity.
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Song of Seas
Yandere! Siren x Reader | Word Count: 2.2K
TW: Yandere, Not proofread
Part I | Part II (You Are Here)
Note: Innacurate concert description for i have never gone to one in my life lmfao
The sound of the ocean accompanies you through your walk, the soft sound of sand being kicked fills the air followed by the sound of crashing waves. Your path illuminated by the brigh moon of the night as if deliberately guiding you back to the beachfront where the consort was held.
Your eyes are locked forward towards the empty beach, trees by your side and it felt like you were had been walking for hours now. Gods... How far had you gone? You don't even rememeber if this was the right way. Is it even the right way? You don't... Nothing here looks familiar to you, even with how much you flip your brain over and shake it like an empty piggy bank, nothing would come up.
Everything felt blurry, like it was drowned beneath the water. You grasp your head in your hands and you can feel your heart begin to race as you feel a familiar heavy feeling on your head. Your body tenses as you take a deep breath. Fuck, no. Were you lost? How far are you from society? From civilization?
How- ?
You take a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs. You hold it in for a second before letting out a loud sigh, something to break up the train of though in your head. It's fine. It's all fine. You just need to follow what that strange deep voice in your head told you.
You need to keep your head clear, calm your mind. It's fine. Yet your brain can't help and begin to wander again the more you walk and the view almsot seemed like an endless sight of ocean and sand. Gods... You really were so far out, weren't you?
But at least your mind wasn't focused on the daunting fear that you may have been lost somewhere and no one knows where you are or if you had even gone missing? Thank goodness for that.
Instead, your mind wanders off to... them. To him.
That merman.
Your gaze shifts from a locked in forward point, turning instead towards your hand. Your, supposedly, bitten hand. Your eyes locked into where the bite should've been, where the marks should've been present at the attack, yet.. There was nothing there. Not even a scar or even a scab, it's as if it never happened.
Your mind flashes back to that guilty look on it's face when he realized you were helping him and he nipped you. It was.. weird. Unhygienic even, yet it worked. Your skin sealed shut, tighter than a bank vault. It was a weird feeling, his tongue on your skin, slick and slimy, dragging across your wound.
Damn it, [Name]. You just met the guy, you can't be thinking about him in this way. Hell, you don't even know his name yet.
But there was something with the way he looked at you before he left back into the sea. An intensity within those silver eyes, almost like a claim to you, and the way his lips pressed up against yours with that kiss-
Gods, that kiss.
His lips felt rough, chapped even, a bit.. scaly even if you think about it hard enough, it also tasted salty. Like sea water salty, yet you find yourself craving the taste once more. Or maybe it was the feeling?
You shut your eyes, an attempt to drown out your thoughts. Is this what being in a white room felt like? Where you had nothing but your thoughts to accompany you and your mind starts to make up scenarios?
You can't be hung up on him. You can't. Yet it's as if your mind was craving it, craving him after his lips met yours. As if there was a cloud in your head, fogging your thoughts, messing with your mind, making you feel
"Watch your step. "
The same voice echoes out within your head all so suddenly that it almost made you jump.
Almost. But you didn't. Because you're not some scaredy cat.
Although it would've been better than accidentally kicking a sizeable rock and falling down flat on your face on the cold beach sand. A small dust- sand?? cloud puffing up at your fall.
You hear a giggle, a chuckle. You were about to feel embarassed, annoyed too for someone laughed at you. How dare they actually, to laugh at your misfortune.
Actually... Who was laughing at you anyways? Weren't you alone? Are you close to the beachfront now?
With a groan, a huff, you slowly push yourself up from the sand.
"Fucks sake. "
A mutter under your breathe before you dust the sand off your face to not feel the pain of a thousand small knives in your eyeballs. Your eyes slowly open, revealing the vast empty beach once more. Night, silent now. You couldn't help but furrow your brows.
If you were...?
Who the hell was laughing at you?
You look around, eyes squinting, trying to get a view of the water until you hear a small splash. Immediately, your head darts to the water.
A The upper half of a head poking out from further away. Those same eyes staring at you from afar. Was he... following you? You blink. He blinks back as you stare at one another.
"Hey- "
splash!
And down the water he goes again. Fucking bastard.
Your shoulders slump, eyes locked into the vast ocean, looking for a sign, a wave, anything. Any sort of movement, yet none seemed to follow through. Did he really just watch you trip on yourself and dip? After you helped him? What a gentleman.
Your eyes narrow at the spot as if it personally offended you. It did, in a way. Before sighing and looking froward. There's still a long way to go, you wouldn't achieve anything if you did a pseudo staring contest from someone in the deep.
Your journey continues, yet the moment your eyes left the ocean, the water shifts and bubbles once more as a pair of eyes locked onto your form, watching silently before submerging itself once more.
Your gaze locked forward for.. who knows how long have you been walking? Days? Weeks? Months? Gods, you're sure you would've reached your ten thousand steps by now thrice over.
What possessed you to go out so far deep into the beach anyways? Why were you there anyways?
The question once more emerges from your mind. Why did you walk that far into the beach? You were just supposed to be taking a stroll nearby, to wait while the concert was still being set up. You didn't intend to wander off so far. You try to remember again, yet everything felt blurry, like a chunk of your memory had just gone missing.
Yet you couldn't help but remember one thing, and one thing only.
The sound of a soft, soothing voice. Like a call for help, was it? Or.. soemthing? You can't quite remember, but it felt like being plunged into cold water. Your body gave into the embrace until -
Your thoughts cut off as a moving light catches your eyes. Immediately, your head perks up as you stare into the beam of light, emerging from a further portion of the beach. Was that...?
Shit.
You feel a pang of adrenaline immediately hit you as your muscles tensed and your body immediately darts off into a sprint. You hear a voice, almost faint from the distance, yet you can make out the few words that came with the wind.
"... Our rising star had just returned and we will begin shortly! "
The sound of your thumping heart fills your ears, your deep huffs and puffs following suit as your eyes locked onto the beach front infront of you. Slowly, the dark encladded sand started to fill with artificial light, the sound of society slowly entering your senses.
Close, you're so close!
The sounds of screams and squealing started to join and overpower the rest, the hard thumping of the loud bass gently vibrates through the ground beneath your feet.
"Wait! No! Hold on! "
You practically jump out as the entrance to the venue finally made it into your view, the last of the remaining attendees past through the gate, security about to close it until you had to practically launch yourself agains them.
"Woah! Calm down, frog legs! You can't get in without a ticket! "
A big burly security guard immediately intercepts you before you launched yourself past the gate. Your haggarded appearance didn't help much with your case of not looking like some crazy guy at the beach who may or may not pick pocket a few.
"Wait- I have.. I have a ticket- "
"Shit, kid, take a breather. Cyrena's not getting off stage any soon. "
You're almost on your knees as the full force of your sprint finally hit you harder than a truck. Breathe in, Breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out.
Security didn't seem to mind waiting for you to get your breath back. Shit.. Maybe you shouldn't have ran.
"Ticket... "
"We know, kid. Breathe. "
You pat yourself, your pockets. Ticket... Ticket.. Ticker-
"Here! "
Swiftly, you pull out the folded and printed ticket you had. Thank god you didn't go swimming. After all, you paid months worth of salary to get into the front seats to see him up close.
Security takes a glance at it before stepping aside. Finally.
With a quick nod, you run through.
The sound of music fills the air, accompanied by the screams and the cheers of the people. It's bad enough as it is, the concert had already started when you finally got through security. You missed the intro, the opening. Your eyes gaze towards the massive big screens showing the stage at the front.
There he was. Cyrena.
The way he moved on stage, fluid like water, long hair flowing through his movements like they were synchronized dancers. The way he held the microphone on it's stand, dancing with it in such a way for the audience which only made the pathway much more livelier with screaming fangirls, and fanboys of course.
Fuck, it's a clusterfuck in here. How the hell are you supposed to get to your seat?
"Excuse me! "
"Coming through! "
"Mind your space! "
Did you buy a concert ticker or to a rave, what the hell is going on? It's like being squished in all directions but forward.
It's strangely sensual but you didn't come here for sensual. Everything is happening all at once, it feels like you're being turned into a convenience store slushy. The bass thrumming beneath your feat and up your body shaking you to sludge, the intensity of the crowd as the singer makes eye contact at the sea of people, only moving you more like rough waters.
You never thought you'd experience what it felt like to be in those slushy machines, but here you are. You can feel yourself growing dizzy at the prospect. The music felt like it was blasting straight into your head.
Yet it all suddenly felt like it went blank as the familiar feeling of being submerged falls upon you. Everything felt muffled and your vision seemed so clear yet so blurry, your ears felt like there was water within them. No sound can penetrate except the voice.
"My dearst sirens, please do mind your fellow concert goers! "
Silver eyes stare at you from the screen, it felt like they were glowing. Yet he didn't stop singing. How... ?
Your body feels hollow as you effortlessly push through the crowd, though the crowd didn't give you much resistance either. Your eyes locked onto the stage as the singer moved with such fluid ease, his eys locking into yours as you approach the stage.
Closer.. and closer..
Knealing down when you're near, his hand stretching out to grasp yours. Yet before you could even return the favor, your world turns sideways.
"CYRENA!! CYRENA WE LOVE YOU!"
"CYRENA, OVER HERE!"
A hard and forceful body slams into yours, knocking you to your feet before you could even process it. Two fans had shoved you aside when the singer kneeled down infront of you, their hands outreaching to grasp him instead, leaving you to lay on the dirty floor.
Your ears felt they were ringing, it felt like you were just pulled out from deep water. Your body felt weak and a pounding headache immediately engulfed you.
Fuck.. You feel dizzy.
The last thing you hear as your vision slowly grew blurry, as your ears start to ring and everything start to grow dark was the screams of the music to be stopped and the screams of help for the medical team.
You glance up at the stage momentarily, The singer had stopped the concert, He wasn't knealing anymore. He looks angry, enraged even. A rigid and stern expression at the crowd. He yells something yet it felt blurry, muffled, like your head was beneath water once more as the chaos reached it's peak with the crowd parting for what you can only assume was the medics.
You feel yourself being held, lifted up by unknown hands and laid to rest upon a stretcher. Only then did his piercing silver eyes cut through the dimming world to look upon you before it all went to black.
Idk if u take any requests but I just read ur yandere siren story and gosh I want a part two!!! It's so good I may have fallen in love
He's the popstar I just know it! (Y/n is gonna get brought on stage and they'll have a moment together just a little silly thing I thought of right after I finished reading lol.)
Part 2 is coming ^^
They WILL have a cute moment together eventually that i will say
Thinking of a yandere! God. Not specifically a god of anything.
Just thinking of the possibility that they can create a whole separate world just to contain you and force you to live with them and you'd literally have no way out without his permission. Because what can you, a human, do against a god who trapped you in some alternative reality where they bend and break everything to their liking?
Or even a god who just bends reality as is to make you stay with them, change the past, change history, turn you into nothing in the way where no one knows you. Your family? Forgotten about you, to them you never existed. So to everyone, you'd just be some person and you wouldn't be able to get help to escape them.
Yandere! Monster x reader | Word count: 3.2k words
Part I, Part II, Part III (You are here)
TW: Paranoia? Dread? (apologies for these), A bit of body horror, mentions of blood. Please inform me in the comments about Warnings that i may have missed, thank you!
The crunching of footsteps echo throughout the dark woods, the sounds of crickets filtering through the soft quiet night, a soft buzzing in the air. It's silent, but it's a peaceful silent, the type where you know people are asleep.
That you're safe.
Comfortable, secure.
And not in immediate danger.Β
There was nothing off about these lands, he had ventured throughout here many times, he practically knew this like the back of his hand. There weren't anything dangerous lurking around here, bears don't usually hang around this close to the camp site.
Wolves? Not really. Foxes were the most danger they'd encounter, and they're frightful little things.
His footsteps stop, halting in front of a broken twig. Eyes looking down at it with an almost bored expression as the man kneels down in front of it. Observing it, hand reaching out to pluck it from the ground.
This was it? He couldn't help but muse to himself. It's such a small thing, surely just a small animal broke it. A fox maybe, or a doe. He couldn't help but sigh, a small smile on his face. He knew it, he knew there was nothing to be scared of.
Ah, but the things he'd do for you. His smile turns softer as he stared at the broken twig in his hand, turning it around and observing him. Not because there was anything wrong with it, but it just reminded him of them.
Sure, some might call it irrational, an irrational fear of something that never was there. Or a nonexistent threat, but.. He finds it cute. In a way. It is scary when it's your first camping trip, there's so much of the unknown out there. Humans have evolved to seek safety in the form of homes, houses.
Being out here felt like exposure to what our ancestors once hid from.
Besides, he doesn't mind. He wouldn't. You were already kind enough to agree to something he'd like, his little hobby and like for going into the great outdoors. Best he could do is try to accommodate them, make youfeel comfortable. Safe. And maybe, once you start enjoying it, it will be a fun trip they'll enjoy from time to time.Β
He'd love to snuggle up to you beneath the stars, though he had a feeling you'd feel comfortable with it. The night is beautiful, yet if you wouldn't... Then he wouldn't force it. There's nothing wrong with the tent.Β
He sighs, gazing out into the dark wilderness. Although he's been here a couple of times before, something felt... Off. He doesn't know why, but the expanse of darkness felt like it was staring back at him, like there's something hidden deep within the woods. Could it be wolves?Β
No, no it couldn't be. There wasn't wolves in these areas, even if there was, they would've heard howling hours ago. Minutes ago even. It's nothing, it's just his imagination.Β
He should go back. There seems to be nothing dangerous within the vicinity, it was probably just a deer or some animal.Β
How cruel would it be if he begged you for this trip yet left you alone for hours? He misses you. As corny as it was with the little time you spent apart.Β
He was about to turn around and head back when a loud SNAP! Draw his attention. His foot halts just as it hit the dirt, a primal instinct within him flaring up. Fear. No, it shouldn't. There was nothing wrong with the forest, he's been here countless times before. Alone even.Β
He just needs to calm himself. Breathe in, Breathe out. Breathe in...Β
Breathe out.Β
The air leaves his lungs before turning to face the darkness once more, his eyes narrowing to try and see past the curtain of darkness obstructing his vision. Another snap of a twig made his lips curl, his muscles tense. Whatever it was, it sounded big with the way they just broke twigs.Β
"Hello? "
His voice echoes out the dark wilderness. The sound of movement stop at his call, was it a person? Or some intelligent animal? Maybe a fox. Gods, he feels like one of those protagonists at horror movies, the one who calls out to the killer and gets their ass killed within the minute.Β
The thought almost makes him laugh, though he's unsure whether it was an attempt to comfort himself.Β
"Is there anyone out there? "
He calls out again, silence only responds to him for a moment before the sound of movement continued.Β
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
His fists clench tightly, his breathing shaky as he stared front at the dark. Whatever it was.. It shouldn't be anything dangerous. It shouldn't be. He could feel it drawing closer, the sound growing louder and louder until the rustling of bushes replaced it.Β
His heartbeat filled his hears, mixed with the sound of leaves moving, unconsciously taking onr step back as he braces himself, watching as the foliage in front of him move, shake....Β
... Until the head of a deer pokes out of it.Β
A deer.Β
His breath leaves his lungs, a sigh of relief. He did even notice he was holding it back until relief flooded him. A deer.. That was all it was. Shit man.. Got worked up for nothing.Β
A small laugh escapes him, this is what he was so scared about? Some.. Deer? It didn't even look violent. It looked small for its size, a small deer maybe?Β
"Hey, Little guy. "
He beckons the creature closer. Their eyes staring at him, big and curious, hesitant to approach before he kneeled down, hand stretched out.Β
"I won't hurt you. "
He beckons them closer, his thumb rubbing his other fingers. The animal is hesitant for a moment before it approaches. One step, two step, another, then another, before it finally reaches his vicinity.Β
The animal sniffs his hand for a moment as he chuckles. Gently, Daniel reaches out to brush up against the animals head. It doesn't react.Β
"You're a friendly guy, aren't you? "
His lips curl into a wide smile. A deer... A deer! And it was friendly. Gods.. He hopes it'll still be here tomorrow. His mind immediately shifts to you, you would love this. And maybe, it would soften you up to further camping trips.Β
The deer nuzzles into his hand as he continues to pet the creature. So this was it, nothing bad in the forest. He feels.. Silly at most at being scared. Gods.. He should get back now. You're probably worried sick by now.Β
"Alright, lil' guy. I gotta go now, okay? "
He scratches the deer's chin, the animal's ears folding backwards in enjoyment. His smile turns gentle before pulling away and turning to leave. His footsteps come to another half when he felt teeth on his hand, turning around to see the deer biting on it.Β
"Aw, lil' guy, you don't want me to leave? "
He chuckles again, gazing at the deer with his eyes, yet something within the animal's eyes slightly.. Unnerved him. Was it always like this? Staring at it's eyes felt like staring inti a dark abyss. The animal doesn't move. Something settled down his stomach as he stared down at the deer.Β
"Alright, little guy. Let go of me now. I have to go. "
A tug, a pull, yet the animal's teeth only dug in deeper, a hiss escaping his mouth through clenched teeth. Fuck, what the hell? Why...Β
Why the hell does it feel like his skin is being pricked.Β
"Let go. "
Another pull, much more firmer this time making the animal let go, freeing his hand. He stumbles backwards at the force of it, staring at the deer momentarily while it stared back at him with those blacked out eyes. Deers don't... Shit- a sting of pain immediately radiates off his hand. Did it break skin?Β
Fuck. He should get back to camp now.Β
"Fucks sake... "
He curses under his breath before finally leaving the deer alone in the woods. The animal left standing there, watching him disappear deeper into the tree line.Β
CrunchΒ
Crunch
Crunch
Hisses and mutters beneath his breath as he clutched his hand tightly. Shit, why does it hurt so much? Deer shouldn't bite that badly. His eyes dart downwards, staring into the wound as he absorbs it, yet.. His footsteps come to a halt again.Β
Stopping at his own discovery as he tries to observe the wound under the light of the wound. His breath hitched at the sight.Β
Deep, angry, bleeding wounds where the deer bit. It didn't... This wasn't...Β
Deer don't have sharp teeth? They're herbivores. They-
Snap!Β
His heart lurched to his throat, head darting backwards to where he came from again. It followed him. It followed him, but.. He didn't...Β
He didn't hear leaves crunching. He didn't hear it move, he... Shit. Fuck. What the hell was this deer's problem?Β
He couldn't see them clearly from the dark, yet he could see it's head. Leering from the darkness, watching him. Eyes locked onto his form.
Run.Β
Run, damn it.Β
Run.Β
Every nerve in his brain told him to run, every sense in his body told him to flee yet he couldn't find it in himself to do so. Like his body was frozen, muscles locked up in fear as he's dragged into an unintentional staring contest with the deer from before. Or.. The head of it at least.Β
It's silent.. Has it always been this silent? He couldn't... It's as if the forest was holding its breath at this very moment. The sound of grasshoppers, of insects, even birds were gone, only making him feel more alone other than the deer gazing at him. This was bad.. This was a bad sign.Β
"You.. Hey.. I.. I didn't mean to.. I'll just go, alright? "
A nervous laugh, he could feel his blood running hot through his veins. One step, two step. One step. Two step. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up as the deer copied him.Β
One step. One step.Β
Another step. Once more.Β
He stares, one moment. Another... Before he turns and runs, leaving the animal in the dust once more. It's eyes, blinking slowly at the disappearing figure.Β
His lungs stung as he ran. Shit, he doesn't even know where he was going, just that he needed to get away from that animal. Something was wrong, something was very wrong with that thing. He has to get back to you. Shit.Β
Something was wrong, something is wrong. Fuck, he never should've brought you here, he never should've- Damn it. There's no time for regrets. He has to get the both of you out of here.Β
He runs, mindlessly even. Shit, he doesn't recognize these parts of the woods, but surely he'll make it back. Fuck, he has to make it back. If that weird ass deer finds you, who knows if-
Tears prick his eyes, regret and guilt fills his chest as he ran. He was practically praying. Praying to find a way back to you, praying to find you again. A glimmer of light catches the edge of his vision, causing him to come to a halt. Was that... Is that a clearing? Maybe that's...Β
He yells out, bursting into a sprint as he ran towards the light, running through the trees as he approached the clearing. He almost jumps, stumbling out the tree line into an open patch of grass. Yet that joy he felt was only momentarily as the clearing was.. Empty. Empty except for one figure laying down on the grass. Was it.. Was it another deer? It looks..Β
A shiver runs up his spine. Something was wrong. Was this asleep?Β
His feet moves before he could even think, step after step as he approached the sleeping animal, his heart pounding and breathing uneven as he stops just from behind it and..Β
... He could feel his stomach lurch up, a wave of dizziness hitting him. It wasn't alive. Shit. It looked.. Mauled. Like something took a bite of it.Β
Something big.. Something... But the closer he took a look at it, it looked..Β
... It looked like the deer from earlier. Did.. Did it die? Did something-
A rustle snaps him out os his thoughts again, turning towards the treeline to be greeted by that same damn deer again. Yet it was different, it's head was lower, almost.. Sluggish. Mouth open as it took breath after breath. Did it really..? Did it actually...?Β
Fear pricks in his heart. It followed him. It.. It was following him, yet... His eyes gaze back at the fallen deer before looking back at the one in front of him.Β
Step. Step.Β
The deer slowly grew closer to himΒ growing closer to the edge of the treeline, giving him. A better view of it. Though, he wishes it hadn't. It's teeth, shinning beneath the moonlight. Sharp. Pointy. It's eyes staring directly at him as the deer walked, wobbly. Head turning to an unnatural angle that almost made Daniel vomit.Β
It stops just as it emerges from the tree line. They stared at each other once more. Each one, awaiting the other for the first move.Β
One step. One step.Β
Another. Followed by another.Β
Shit.. Shit shit shit shit shit!Β
Tears pricked his eyes. Fuck... No.. It couldn't- Shit. He.. His breathing hitched as he takes a step back, the creature taking another step closer to him. Fear overwhelming his body. This is.. This shouldn't be. [Name]... [Name]... Fuck, he... He shouldn't have never.Β
He should have.. He should've listened to you. He should get back to you, he should leave. You don't know, you...Β
It was stupid. Maybe heroic depending on who told it. But he ran, turning his back and bolting out towards the treeline. He doesn't know if it wa following him, but he could feel it. Feel it growing closer, feel it catching up, can hear it's footsteps catch up as he jumps to make it to the treeline. Just one inch, almost...Β
... A scream echoes out the forest.Β
....Β
....Β
One step. Another step.Β
Stumble.Β
One step... Another step...Β
A third..Β
Footsteps, shuffling out into the forests. Eyes gazing forward, blankly. Staring glassily at the front.Β
One step.. Two step. Stumble. Fall.Β
The body falls with a thud and a groan
"... Fuck.. "
His voice echoes out. His throat feels sore. Fuck... Shakily, he grips the tree, shakily pulling himself up. One step.. Two step... Three step.. Four. A hand rests on his head as memories flooded in his mind. Memories of years ago, memories of childhood, memories of highschool, of adulthood, of college, of...Β
"... [Name]... "
One step, and another, then another.. Until slowly, he gets to walking... Somewhat. Wobbly. Unbalanced. But walking nonetheless. He should go back now. He should get back now.Β
His footsteps come to a halt. He turns back. Slowly. His eyes a bit blurry but slowly settling down on the person on the ground. He stares blankly, gazing down at the leftovers of tonight. Before turning back forward and walking.Β
One step. Another...Β
He should get back. Back to camp. Back to..Β
"... [Name]... "
The sound of the bonfire is the only thing that accompanies you as you stare out into the burning flame, just watching the way it dances. It was almost hypnotizing, like a snake dance. Yet it couldnβt bring your mind out from the obvious elephant in the room.
Danielβ¦
You donβt know what or why, but something about him just feels.. Off. Yet, how could you even think that? Thatβs your boyfriend. Thatβs Danny.
The guy who bought you your favorite flowers on valentineβs day, the goofy guy who always tried his best to put on a smile, the energetic man who almost seemed like heβd never run out of fuel anytime soon.
Seeing him so fatigued, itβ¦ it strikes you as odd- No. No, it wasnβt that.
His eyes felt.. Different. Tired with the way they gazed at you, almost lifeless like a dollβs eyes. Especially those antique ones with the glassy eyed stare. A shiver runs down your spine. No, youβre imagining things.Β
How could that not be your boyfriend? He went out, he came back, and unless he has some.. Evil twin out there, you donβt see how that could be anyone else? Who else would it be? Dennis? Denneth? Der-
β... [Name].. β
βHm?β
Your head snaps up at the sound of your name, followed by the soft sound of the sheets shuffling, moving from within the tent. Was everything okay?
You couldnβt help but slowly get up from your sitting spot, approaching the tent, needing to duck in to even get a look at the man inside. He seemed.. Fine. For the most part. Other than the fact that heβs curled in on himself tightly.
 His hands, clenching and unclenching the sheets for dear life, brows furrowed. His mouth slightly ajar, opening and closing like a fish, taking deep shaky breaths. Was he having a nightmare�
βDannyβ¦? Honey? β
You venture in, crawling towards the curled up man. Itβs slightly dark within the tent, and your form blocks the light of the campfire outside, but you can get a much more proper glimpse at him.
βDanny? β
Another, softer call. Your hand, extending out to cup his cheek, thumb barely even grazing it before his eyes shot open. Blood shot, disturb and before you could even react, he lunged at your hand.Β
You dart away, at least try to, but the moment his mouth latched onto your hand, you felt something sharp graze at your skin.
βWait- Shit- Danny, itβs me! Itβs me! β
You shriek out before his eyes dart towards yours. Wide, glassy, almost like a predatory look to it⦠Before he visibly softened.
It's you.. it's just you...
You....
βAh.. [Name], Iβ¦ β
He shows you a smile, an embarrassed one before he relaxes his grip upon you, pulling his teeth away.
βI.. Iβm sorry, You surprised me. I- β
He sighs, feeling dejected. Though your heart raced, though alarm bells rang in your head, the way the man in front of you instantly deflated reminded you so much of Daniel.
βIβm sorry, Honey. I.. I had a.. β
β.. Did you have a bad dream? β
He looks up at you, if you squint, you could see his pupils dilate slightly before he nuzzles into your hand.Β
Softβ¦ Warmβ¦
βMhmmβ¦ β
His hand, reaching out to land ontop of yours, holding it near his cheek as he just.. Nuzzled into it like a cat. You couldnβt help but cock your head to the side. Just what was heβ¦ ?
βDanny? β
βMmhmβ¦ β
βDan? β
β... β
He doesnβt reply back to you, yet the way his hand rested on top of yours indicated that he didnβt want to let you go. You try to tug away, but his grip on yours only tightens.
βDanny. Thereβs a fire outside. I have to put it out first. I- β
Your words die in your throat as you feel.. Something. Like a soft rumbling against your hand, a soft vibrating movement coming from his throat.
Rrrrrr
Rrrrr
β¦.
Was⦠was he purring?
You donβt know whether to feel shock, appalled, orβ¦ or something else. You blink. Once. Anotherβ¦ before your shoulders slump and you sigh.
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Yandere! Monster x reader | Word count: 3.2k words
Part I, Part II, Part III (You are here)
TW: Paranoia? Dread? (apologies for these), A bit of body horror, mentions of blood. Please inform me in the comments about Warnings that i may have missed, thank you!
The crunching of footsteps echo throughout the dark woods, the sounds of crickets filtering through the soft quiet night, a soft buzzing in the air. It's silent, but it's a peaceful silent, the type where you know people are asleep.
That you're safe.
Comfortable, secure.
And not in immediate danger.Β
There was nothing off about these lands, he had ventured throughout here many times, he practically knew this like the back of his hand. There weren't anything dangerous lurking around here, bears don't usually hang around this close to the camp site.
Wolves? Not really. Foxes were the most danger they'd encounter, and they're frightful little things.
His footsteps stop, halting in front of a broken twig. Eyes looking down at it with an almost bored expression as the man kneels down in front of it. Observing it, hand reaching out to pluck it from the ground.
This was it? He couldn't help but muse to himself. It's such a small thing, surely just a small animal broke it. A fox maybe, or a doe. He couldn't help but sigh, a small smile on his face. He knew it, he knew there was nothing to be scared of.
Ah, but the things he'd do for you. His smile turns softer as he stared at the broken twig in his hand, turning it around and observing him. Not because there was anything wrong with it, but it just reminded him of them.
Sure, some might call it irrational, an irrational fear of something that never was there. Or a nonexistent threat, but.. He finds it cute. In a way. It is scary when it's your first camping trip, there's so much of the unknown out there. Humans have evolved to seek safety in the form of homes, houses.
Being out here felt like exposure to what our ancestors once hid from.
Besides, he doesn't mind. He wouldn't. You were already kind enough to agree to something he'd like, his little hobby and like for going into the great outdoors. Best he could do is try to accommodate them, make youfeel comfortable. Safe. And maybe, once you start enjoying it, it will be a fun trip they'll enjoy from time to time.Β
He'd love to snuggle up to you beneath the stars, though he had a feeling you'd feel comfortable with it. The night is beautiful, yet if you wouldn't... Then he wouldn't force it. There's nothing wrong with the tent.Β
He sighs, gazing out into the dark wilderness. Although he's been here a couple of times before, something felt... Off. He doesn't know why, but the expanse of darkness felt like it was staring back at him, like there's something hidden deep within the woods. Could it be wolves?Β
No, no it couldn't be. There wasn't wolves in these areas, even if there was, they would've heard howling hours ago. Minutes ago even. It's nothing, it's just his imagination.Β
He should go back. There seems to be nothing dangerous within the vicinity, it was probably just a deer or some animal.Β
How cruel would it be if he begged you for this trip yet left you alone for hours? He misses you. As corny as it was with the little time you spent apart.Β
He was about to turn around and head back when a loud SNAP! Draw his attention. His foot halts just as it hit the dirt, a primal instinct within him flaring up. Fear. No, it shouldn't. There was nothing wrong with the forest, he's been here countless times before. Alone even.Β
He just needs to calm himself. Breathe in, Breathe out. Breathe in...Β
Breathe out.Β
The air leaves his lungs before turning to face the darkness once more, his eyes narrowing to try and see past the curtain of darkness obstructing his vision. Another snap of a twig made his lips curl, his muscles tense. Whatever it was, it sounded big with the way they just broke twigs.Β
"Hello? "
His voice echoes out the dark wilderness. The sound of movement stop at his call, was it a person? Or some intelligent animal? Maybe a fox. Gods, he feels like one of those protagonists at horror movies, the one who calls out to the killer and gets their ass killed within the minute.Β
The thought almost makes him laugh, though he's unsure whether it was an attempt to comfort himself.Β
"Is there anyone out there? "
He calls out again, silence only responds to him for a moment before the sound of movement continued.Β
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
His fists clench tightly, his breathing shaky as he stared front at the dark. Whatever it was.. It shouldn't be anything dangerous. It shouldn't be. He could feel it drawing closer, the sound growing louder and louder until the rustling of bushes replaced it.Β
His heartbeat filled his hears, mixed with the sound of leaves moving, unconsciously taking onr step back as he braces himself, watching as the foliage in front of him move, shake....Β
... Until the head of a deer pokes out of it.Β
A deer.Β
His breath leaves his lungs, a sigh of relief. He did even notice he was holding it back until relief flooded him. A deer.. That was all it was. Shit man.. Got worked up for nothing.Β
A small laugh escapes him, this is what he was so scared about? Some.. Deer? It didn't even look violent. It looked small for its size, a small deer maybe?Β
"Hey, Little guy. "
He beckons the creature closer. Their eyes staring at him, big and curious, hesitant to approach before he kneeled down, hand stretched out.Β
"I won't hurt you. "
He beckons them closer, his thumb rubbing his other fingers. The animal is hesitant for a moment before it approaches. One step, two step, another, then another, before it finally reaches his vicinity.Β
The animal sniffs his hand for a moment as he chuckles. Gently, Daniel reaches out to brush up against the animals head. It doesn't react.Β
"You're a friendly guy, aren't you? "
His lips curl into a wide smile. A deer... A deer! And it was friendly. Gods.. He hopes it'll still be here tomorrow. His mind immediately shifts to you, you would love this. And maybe, it would soften you up to further camping trips.Β
The deer nuzzles into his hand as he continues to pet the creature. So this was it, nothing bad in the forest. He feels.. Silly at most at being scared. Gods.. He should get back now. You're probably worried sick by now.Β
"Alright, lil' guy. I gotta go now, okay? "
He scratches the deer's chin, the animal's ears folding backwards in enjoyment. His smile turns gentle before pulling away and turning to leave. His footsteps come to another half when he felt teeth on his hand, turning around to see the deer biting on it.Β
"Aw, lil' guy, you don't want me to leave? "
He chuckles again, gazing at the deer with his eyes, yet something within the animal's eyes slightly.. Unnerved him. Was it always like this? Staring at it's eyes felt like staring inti a dark abyss. The animal doesn't move. Something settled down his stomach as he stared down at the deer.Β
"Alright, little guy. Let go of me now. I have to go. "
A tug, a pull, yet the animal's teeth only dug in deeper, a hiss escaping his mouth through clenched teeth. Fuck, what the hell? Why...Β
Why the hell does it feel like his skin is being pricked.Β
"Let go. "
Another pull, much more firmer this time making the animal let go, freeing his hand. He stumbles backwards at the force of it, staring at the deer momentarily while it stared back at him with those blacked out eyes. Deers don't... Shit- a sting of pain immediately radiates off his hand. Did it break skin?Β
Fuck. He should get back to camp now.Β
"Fucks sake... "
He curses under his breath before finally leaving the deer alone in the woods. The animal left standing there, watching him disappear deeper into the tree line.Β
CrunchΒ
Crunch
Crunch
Hisses and mutters beneath his breath as he clutched his hand tightly. Shit, why does it hurt so much? Deer shouldn't bite that badly. His eyes dart downwards, staring into the wound as he absorbs it, yet.. His footsteps come to a halt again.Β
Stopping at his own discovery as he tries to observe the wound under the light of the wound. His breath hitched at the sight.Β
Deep, angry, bleeding wounds where the deer bit. It didn't... This wasn't...Β
Deer don't have sharp teeth? They're herbivores. They-
Snap!Β
His heart lurched to his throat, head darting backwards to where he came from again. It followed him. It followed him, but.. He didn't...Β
He didn't hear leaves crunching. He didn't hear it move, he... Shit. Fuck. What the hell was this deer's problem?Β
He couldn't see them clearly from the dark, yet he could see it's head. Leering from the darkness, watching him. Eyes locked onto his form.
Run.Β
Run, damn it.Β
Run.Β
Every nerve in his brain told him to run, every sense in his body told him to flee yet he couldn't find it in himself to do so. Like his body was frozen, muscles locked up in fear as he's dragged into an unintentional staring contest with the deer from before. Or.. The head of it at least.Β
It's silent.. Has it always been this silent? He couldn't... It's as if the forest was holding its breath at this very moment. The sound of grasshoppers, of insects, even birds were gone, only making him feel more alone other than the deer gazing at him. This was bad.. This was a bad sign.Β
"You.. Hey.. I.. I didn't mean to.. I'll just go, alright? "
A nervous laugh, he could feel his blood running hot through his veins. One step, two step. One step. Two step. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up as the deer copied him.Β
One step. One step.Β
Another step. Once more.Β
He stares, one moment. Another... Before he turns and runs, leaving the animal in the dust once more. It's eyes, blinking slowly at the disappearing figure.Β
His lungs stung as he ran. Shit, he doesn't even know where he was going, just that he needed to get away from that animal. Something was wrong, something was very wrong with that thing. He has to get back to you. Shit.Β
Something was wrong, something is wrong. Fuck, he never should've brought you here, he never should've- Damn it. There's no time for regrets. He has to get the both of you out of here.Β
He runs, mindlessly even. Shit, he doesn't recognize these parts of the woods, but surely he'll make it back. Fuck, he has to make it back. If that weird ass deer finds you, who knows if-
Tears prick his eyes, regret and guilt fills his chest as he ran. He was practically praying. Praying to find a way back to you, praying to find you again. A glimmer of light catches the edge of his vision, causing him to come to a halt. Was that... Is that a clearing? Maybe that's...Β
He yells out, bursting into a sprint as he ran towards the light, running through the trees as he approached the clearing. He almost jumps, stumbling out the tree line into an open patch of grass. Yet that joy he felt was only momentarily as the clearing was.. Empty. Empty except for one figure laying down on the grass. Was it.. Was it another deer? It looks..Β
A shiver runs up his spine. Something was wrong. Was this asleep?Β
His feet moves before he could even think, step after step as he approached the sleeping animal, his heart pounding and breathing uneven as he stops just from behind it and..Β
... He could feel his stomach lurch up, a wave of dizziness hitting him. It wasn't alive. Shit. It looked.. Mauled. Like something took a bite of it.Β
Something big.. Something... But the closer he took a look at it, it looked..Β
... It looked like the deer from earlier. Did.. Did it die? Did something-
A rustle snaps him out os his thoughts again, turning towards the treeline to be greeted by that same damn deer again. Yet it was different, it's head was lower, almost.. Sluggish. Mouth open as it took breath after breath. Did it really..? Did it actually...?Β
Fear pricks in his heart. It followed him. It.. It was following him, yet... His eyes gaze back at the fallen deer before looking back at the one in front of him.Β
Step. Step.Β
The deer slowly grew closer to himΒ growing closer to the edge of the treeline, giving him. A better view of it. Though, he wishes it hadn't. It's teeth, shinning beneath the moonlight. Sharp. Pointy. It's eyes staring directly at him as the deer walked, wobbly. Head turning to an unnatural angle that almost made Daniel vomit.Β
It stops just as it emerges from the tree line. They stared at each other once more. Each one, awaiting the other for the first move.Β
One step. One step.Β
Another. Followed by another.Β
Shit.. Shit shit shit shit shit!Β
Tears pricked his eyes. Fuck... No.. It couldn't- Shit. He.. His breathing hitched as he takes a step back, the creature taking another step closer to him. Fear overwhelming his body. This is.. This shouldn't be. [Name]... [Name]... Fuck, he... He shouldn't have never.Β
He should have.. He should've listened to you. He should get back to you, he should leave. You don't know, you...Β
It was stupid. Maybe heroic depending on who told it. But he ran, turning his back and bolting out towards the treeline. He doesn't know if it wa following him, but he could feel it. Feel it growing closer, feel it catching up, can hear it's footsteps catch up as he jumps to make it to the treeline. Just one inch, almost...Β
... A scream echoes out the forest.Β
....Β
....Β
One step. Another step.Β
Stumble.Β
One step... Another step...Β
A third..Β
Footsteps, shuffling out into the forests. Eyes gazing forward, blankly. Staring glassily at the front.Β
One step.. Two step. Stumble. Fall.Β
The body falls with a thud and a groan
"... Fuck.. "
His voice echoes out. His throat feels sore. Fuck... Shakily, he grips the tree, shakily pulling himself up. One step.. Two step... Three step.. Four. A hand rests on his head as memories flooded in his mind. Memories of years ago, memories of childhood, memories of highschool, of adulthood, of college, of...Β
"... [Name]... "
One step, and another, then another.. Until slowly, he gets to walking... Somewhat. Wobbly. Unbalanced. But walking nonetheless. He should go back now. He should get back now.Β
His footsteps come to a halt. He turns back. Slowly. His eyes a bit blurry but slowly settling down on the person on the ground. He stares blankly, gazing down at the leftovers of tonight. Before turning back forward and walking.Β
One step. Another...Β
He should get back. Back to camp. Back to..Β
"... [Name]... "
The sound of the bonfire is the only thing that accompanies you as you stare out into the burning flame, just watching the way it dances. It was almost hypnotizing, like a snake dance. Yet it couldnβt bring your mind out from the obvious elephant in the room.
Danielβ¦
You donβt know what or why, but something about him just feels.. Off. Yet, how could you even think that? Thatβs your boyfriend. Thatβs Danny.
The guy who bought you your favorite flowers on valentineβs day, the goofy guy who always tried his best to put on a smile, the energetic man who almost seemed like heβd never run out of fuel anytime soon.
Seeing him so fatigued, itβ¦ it strikes you as odd- No. No, it wasnβt that.
His eyes felt.. Different. Tired with the way they gazed at you, almost lifeless like a dollβs eyes. Especially those antique ones with the glassy eyed stare. A shiver runs down your spine. No, youβre imagining things.Β
How could that not be your boyfriend? He went out, he came back, and unless he has some.. Evil twin out there, you donβt see how that could be anyone else? Who else would it be? Dennis? Denneth? Der-
β... [Name].. β
βHm?β
Your head snaps up at the sound of your name, followed by the soft sound of the sheets shuffling, moving from within the tent. Was everything okay?
You couldnβt help but slowly get up from your sitting spot, approaching the tent, needing to duck in to even get a look at the man inside. He seemed.. Fine. For the most part. Other than the fact that heβs curled in on himself tightly.
 His hands, clenching and unclenching the sheets for dear life, brows furrowed. His mouth slightly ajar, opening and closing like a fish, taking deep shaky breaths. Was he having a nightmare�
βDannyβ¦? Honey? β
You venture in, crawling towards the curled up man. Itβs slightly dark within the tent, and your form blocks the light of the campfire outside, but you can get a much more proper glimpse at him.
βDanny? β
Another, softer call. Your hand, extending out to cup his cheek, thumb barely even grazing it before his eyes shot open. Blood shot, disturb and before you could even react, he lunged at your hand.Β
You dart away, at least try to, but the moment his mouth latched onto your hand, you felt something sharp graze at your skin.
βWait- Shit- Danny, itβs me! Itβs me! β
You shriek out before his eyes dart towards yours. Wide, glassy, almost like a predatory look to it⦠Before he visibly softened.
It's you.. it's just you...
You....
βAh.. [Name], Iβ¦ β
He shows you a smile, an embarrassed one before he relaxes his grip upon you, pulling his teeth away.
βI.. Iβm sorry, You surprised me. I- β
He sighs, feeling dejected. Though your heart raced, though alarm bells rang in your head, the way the man in front of you instantly deflated reminded you so much of Daniel.
βIβm sorry, Honey. I.. I had a.. β
β.. Did you have a bad dream? β
He looks up at you, if you squint, you could see his pupils dilate slightly before he nuzzles into your hand.Β
Softβ¦ Warmβ¦
βMhmmβ¦ β
His hand, reaching out to land ontop of yours, holding it near his cheek as he just.. Nuzzled into it like a cat. You couldnβt help but cock your head to the side. Just what was heβ¦ ?
βDanny? β
βMmhmβ¦ β
βDan? β
β... β
He doesnβt reply back to you, yet the way his hand rested on top of yours indicated that he didnβt want to let you go. You try to tug away, but his grip on yours only tightens.
βDanny. Thereβs a fire outside. I have to put it out first. I- β
Your words die in your throat as you feel.. Something. Like a soft rumbling against your hand, a soft vibrating movement coming from his throat.
Rrrrrr
Rrrrr
β¦.
Was⦠was he purring?
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TW: Mentions of Eating humans, is it cannibalism if the creature eating isn't human?? Please do correct me of the correct trigger for it! :), Description of violence, Yandere-ish
Note: Happy Valentines day, y'all :D Also i still don't exactly know the monster, I'll just call it a shapeshifter for now :p
Unnerved.
That's what you felt in that moment, the primal feeling that humans had when something is wrong. When something is supposed to look comforting yet you can't help but feel like there's more to the surface, that there's is something... Unknown to it.
Humans had always been naturally alarmed by things that look too peaceful, too.. Perfect. As if they're wired to always be on edge that it's too perfect to be as it seems.
It feels uncanny, to feel his body in your arms, perfectly molding against your form yet you alse feel like it's a replica. That it isn't... Real. An illusion.
The smile, that warm toothy smile your boyfriend always shined your way to ease your worries, to soothe your soul, and calm your racing heart, made you jolt. You don't know whether it should calm.. Or scare you. Like a perfect imitation, like a identical twin whose copied to the core, to the bones of the other that they're indistinguishable...
... That they can..
... Replace one another.
Yet you couldn't bring yourself to let go of him, you couldn't... Or you wouldn't? You're not even sure anymore as you just stared up at his smile. The same face you've seen hours ago, it looks so... Fake. Yet also so genuine, your mind playing a tug of war of registering it as eerie or comforting.
"Darling, are you okay? You've been staring for a bit. Don't tell me that that little hiccup scared you to death? "
His voice echoes through the forest again. Perfect english, perfect pronounciation, but there was something off on his words. They sound genuine but they also sound copied somewhere, but you...
Your grip tightens as you shake your head. The thoughts are making you feel like you're having a headache, a tight band around your forehead squeezing it tightly. You'll just..
"Ah.. Daniel, it's just.. You've been gone so long, what.. What happened? Are you... "
... You?
"... Okay? "
He stared at you, you can't read his thoughts through those eyes but you see a flicker of something within them before he lets out his doctored signature hearty laugh.
"Of course I'm okay! "
He chuckles, staring at you with such a gleem in his eyes, a hand reaching up to ruffle your hair. Your brows furrow when you feel his hands on your scalp, messing up your hair. Usually he did that to his little nephews, his nieces, the kids out in the neighborhood when they would hang off of him and ask him to play ball with them.
But you aren't a little kid, now are you?
You could feel his gaze, piercing through you, almost watching you. Maybe not even almost, maybe he was watching you. His movements seem to hesitate for a moment before stopping, his smile faltering around the edges yet still kept up as he took a steo back from you. Instinctively you let go, but maybe you shouldn't have.
As the moment his foot made contact with the ground behind him, he faltered, stumbling back.
"Woah- Hey! "
You yelp out in alarm, instinctivelg reaching out to grab him, with as much strength as you could muster, you catch him and he holds onto your form.
"Ah- shit- Thanks. "
He chuckled, nervously might you add. He's never been a clumsy guy.
"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't been hurt by.. whatever's out there? "
You look at him, concern all over your face while he just stares at you with that signature smile. Why was he still smiling? Doesn't that hurt his cheek muscles? The more he stares at you with that smile, the more it... You shake your head. No, it's fine. It.. It should be.
"Come on, let's get you sat down. "
You slowly help him back up, though his legs work as they should, there's something about his steps that seem wonky. Each step was a stumble, like his entire weight pushed down on you with each step. Did he hit his head? His balance was off, yet his legs look.. Okay-ish. Maybe he sprained his ankle?
"Here. I'll get you some bandages. "
You slowly help him down onto the camping chairs you've been sitting on in for.. God knows how long, waiting for him. He yelps as he sits down a bit too harshly onto the chair, expecting an impact with the ground yet surprised at being caught by it.
He blinks. You blink. His arm outstretched when he braced himself for a harsher impact.
"... You good there? "
He seems jumpy, at most. That's the best explanation you could give him. His smile had turned into a tight lipped straight line. Silence.. Before he nods. Did he hit his head? Was that why he took so long?
Gods.. You should've went with him. You should've gone with him. You should've... He probably fell and hit his head, or worse.
What if he was attacked?
You observe him, observe the way his body moved as he slowly relaxed into a.. Stiff sitting position as if he was nervous about something. Did he see something that he wasn't telling you? His eyes darted around, subtly looking at you but when he meets your gaze, he immediately looks away. His body stiff, muscles clenched as if he was getting ready to flee or fight or.. Something. His breathing looks a bit abnormal, a bit too.. Quick.
"... Isn't that dangerous? "
"Huh? "
His sudden question causing you to snap out your throughts aa you look at him, his eyes had finally landed on something. On the fire, the flames infront of him. The gentle light kissing his features, highlighting the nervous look on his face as he stared at the crackling flames.
"... What? "
You question him. What did he mean isn't this dangerous?
"You lit that up. "
You answer back at him, what did he mean wasn't the campfire dangerous? He's the fucker who set it up. Yet he looked restless around the fire, was that what was making him tense?
"... Ah. "
He just answers, taking a gulp of air before smiling back at you. Something's wrong, you could tell it. Your eyed narrow at him, lips curling up into a frown, arms crossed and nails digging into your skin.
"... Why don't you go lay down and rest for the night? I'll clean up here. "
Maybe he's just.. Tired. Who knows how long he has been walking around? Daniel looks at you momentarily before nodding. Yeah, tired.. He's just tired.
With another struggle of almost practically carrying around this hunk of meat of a man, you carefully guided him back go the tent. You watch him crawl into it. Not crouch. But literally crawl through the entrance. On all fours as if it was the most natural thing ever to him. You didn't say anything as you watch him curl up into the furthest corner of the tent, not in a fetal position, no.
He curled up in a way that reminded you of a cat.
Why was he acting so weird? Despite the nagging feeling to ask him.. You just sigh and close the flap of the tent before heading back out to put the campfire out for the night.
Ugh.
Gods... What has he done? What was he doing actually?
It usually was never this hard, yet.. He's having a hard time adjusting. The way your face looked, the way you looked.. On edge around him. It both made a deep instinct within him want to attack you.. Yet also a deep aching pain pulse within him.
Why was he feeling this way anyways? You weren't anything to him, you shouldn't be yet...
He was supposed to do it. He was frail, he looked and acted hurt. You approached him, you embraced him like a friend. It gave him. The perfect opportunity to do it.
To sink his claws deep into your flesh, to rip you apart and sink his teeth into your meat. To maul you, to consume you fully and wholly before wearing your face and using your memories to blend into society some more.
You were supposed to be food.
Yet.. The moment you hugged him, the moment you looked at him. It was like something in his consciousness halted him, something in him told him to stop. Something within him felt an urge to.. To protect you? Was that it? He couldn't tell. He couldn't put his finger- claw- finger??? On it.
All he knows is that he didn't want to hurt you.
He didn't want to use you as his next meal.
Though you may not mean anything to him, you meant something to him.
And it seems like he was starting to muddle the difference between a memory and what he actually felt. Were you a meal...?
Note: Hm... I'm not sure what monster this is, but I'll be calling it a shapeshifter for now. If you know what type of monster it is, please let me know! :)
Imagining going on a camping trip after your boyfriend has begged you for a while now to go camping with him. You never really agreed to because.. Well, the great outdoors is filled with mosquitoes, bugs, or maybe you're just a homebody by nature.
Either way, after a long time of begging, you decided to finally agree on his birthday. The way his face lit up almost made it worth it.
He takes you to a camping spot, one he freauented back then as a kid with his family. You have to admit, the place did look pretty nice. The fresh air flowing through you, the smell of the trees and the soft sounds of birds chirping and fluttering around. You'd honestly doubted yourself why you held it off for so long.
Though you can't help the feeling that there was something... Watching you. Lurking.
And you swore you could've seen a figure in the distance. You told your boyfriend about it, your concerns, but he just reassures you that there's no one else there.
And if there is, maybe they're just another camper. Your fears didn't ebb.
Your boyfriend takes you out for a walk to cool your nerves, taking you to a nearby lake, bringing you out to explore and calm you, showing you that there's nothing to fear. Yet Everywhere you went, you couldn't help but feel the sense that you were being watched.
But seeing your boyfriend so happy.. It makes you push your feelings to the side.
The night arrives, you're out infront of a campfire with him. The first night of two, the first day of your three day camping coming to an end.
"Want to tell scary stories by the campfire? "
You boyfriend perks up at you, causing you to look at him with furrowed brows, looking a this bright, cheerful grin. Toothy. Was he serious right now?
"Or are you too scared? Things may go bump in the night? "
He teases you, letting out ghost sounds, wiggling his fingers towards you, making you smack him on the chest as he lets out a hearty laugh.
"Quit it-"
You speak out, yet the sound of bushes rustling causes you to halt, your heart lurching up to your chest as both your heads dart to the direction of the sound. There's something wrong, you could feel it in your gut.
You feel a bigger hand on your shoulder, your boyfriend glancing at you with a calming look.
"I'm sure it's just an animal. "
Snap!
The sound of a branch snapping causes a new jolt of fear run through you, jumping you up for a bit as he sighs and pulls you close to him in a protective gesture.
"Sh... Darling, it's probably just a small animal. "
He hums to you, his head resting on the crown of yours while he soothingly traced patterns along your back.
"I'll go check on it, okay? To make sure. "
His arms leave you, yet your hand immediately went to grasp his arm before he could fully stand up.
"Are you insane!? What if that was a bear!? "
You almost yelled at him, but kept yourself to a whisper as to not alarm the creature. He stares at you, you stare at him, worry in your eyes, confidence in his.
"[Name], it's fine. I've been here a ton of times now. If it was a bear, I'll just shoo it off. "
His free hand rests on yours, squeezing it gently.
"Or maybe i could lead it here and all three of us can tell stories by the campfire. "
The same toothy grin appears on his face causing you to scoff at him. Him and his confidence. Seeing your reaction makes hin chuckle, his hand slowly prying yours off of his arm yet he still kept it in his grasp for a moment longer.
"I won't be long, okay? "
He leand down to give you a peck on the cheek. You want to stop him, but he's stubborn. You he wouldn't let it go, the best you could do was watch him, like a deer infront of headlights as he walks towards the treeline.
He turns to give you one final grin and a wave before walking into the woods.
The only thing that accompanied you was the cracking of the fire, it's embers burning through the wood with consistency. It's a calming sight, to try and keep your mind off the danger ebbing the vicinities of your mind.
You don't know how much time passed, the fire gradually eating through its fuel, you keep feeding it. If it dies, you aren't sure how your boyfriend will get back. Though.. He shouldn't find difficulty, right? He hasn't gone that far. Right....?
.... Right?
Your lips quiver as your chest aches, clenching. You curl up into yourself as you stare into the fire. No, he's just nearby. He's just... He's near. Your nails dig into your own skin, your gaze hardening at the fire. He's there. He's out there. He's nearby.
He's...
He's...
You take a shaky breath, shaking your head. He's there. He's there, there's nothing to fear. There's.. He's....
Your breathing quickening and your head aching, like a tension headache was forming. No, he's fine.. He's... He's okay.
The fire.
Keep the fire alive incase he comes back.
Incase...? No, no, he WILL come back.
He has to...
Why was he taking so long? Where did he go?
You've been sitting in the warmth of the fire for so long that you feel like a marshmallow. Where was he? Your face scrunching up to worry, your anxiety spiking up once more as you stare at the treeline.
Gods.. Did you send him to his death? Did you.. If you weren't so scared, he wouldn't have gone. If you hadn't been so off the entire day, he wouldn't have to go out to soothe you. If you hadn't.. If you hadn't... Your lip quivers, your eyes feeling the familiar sting of something.
You.. He...
You bite your lip, hard. Harshly. He'll come back.. He'll..
Just as you were about to descend into another panic filled dilemma, you hear the sounds of bush rustling. You freeze. In your spot.
The sound seems to be coming closer.. And closer... Your heart pounding in your chest, frozen in place by fear. Should you run? Should you freeze?
.... Should you fight?
Can you even fight?
All you could do was stare as the bushes moves slowly came closer and closer.. The sound of leaves crunching, twigs snapping coming closer and closer to a hilt, you don't even know if you hear it correctly from the sound if your heartbeat in your ears.
Finally, something, or someone, stumbles out into the clearing. Their movements wonky, their form.. Strange. Their legs shaking and their arms stretched out to try and balance themselves.
".. Honey? "
You call out, the familiar hair of your boyfriend finally registering into your fear filled mind. They stumble for a moment, their head faced down, watching their own footsteps. They freeze, breathing ragged.
"... Honey...? "
You call out again, softer this time. They seem to tense up before their face finally looks up at you. The same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth, everything yet.. Something felt off about it. The lifeless way they stared at you, the look of utter.. Shock was it? You can't tell.
But it's your boyfriend, right?
He is.. That's.. That him. Your boyfriend. You don't know whether to feel relief or.. Or something. Something inside you was nagging at you, yet that.. That's your boyfriend. Staring right at you.
"... [Name]...? "
His voice breaks the silence, the staring you two unintentionally had finally breaking as he stood up straight, wonky, weak but.. It was like he wasn't... Used to it.
".. Daniel..? "
You call out again, Daniel freezes for a moment again as he registers your voice... Before nodding. Your lips curl into a straight line as you stand up, hesitantly, slowly walking to him, eyes darting around him and his body, as if you're trying to find something off place but.. That's him. That's Daniel.
"I... You're back... "
You speak up once more, stopping infront of him, voice filled with hope, relief.. But wariness as well. Your hands clench yet.. You couldn't help but lean in, wrapping your arms around him, letting yourself mold into his body. You could feel his muscles tense... Before relaxing.
"What took you so long, i thought... "
You mutter, voice muffled by his body as his hands cautiously move, wraps wrapping around you too, tightly. Too tightly.
"I... I told you, I'll come back. "
His voice replies to you, too.. Forced. Somehow. You look up at him, at his blank expression. Momentarily staring at him before he grins at you. Flashing you his signature toothy smile.
Yet it felt too toothy.. And sharp for your liking.
Yandere! Incubus x Reader | Warnings: NOT Proofread. Description of sleep paralysis.
Note: The image is a WIP lol. I'm not satisfied with the clothing's shading but i like his face. No yandere portrayals in this portion of the story first folks :p
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, feeling all groggy like you've been transported into a new world but in reality, you just awoke in the middle of the night with your REM cycle disturbed.
You try to move your body, but you can't. It's stiff, you can't move no matter how much you will it, you can feel your heart race, your blood flood through your body yet you couldn't even move a finger. The only thing you could command was your eyes, not your head, just your eyes.
Left bound and vulnerable in your own room. Was this sleep paralysis? It's sleep paralysis.
You close your eyes, an attempt to soothe yourself, an attempt to calm yourself. This is just sleep paralysis, where your mind wakes before your body, where your mind is in the middle of half asleep and awake. You just need to shut your eyes and go back to sleep then you'd wake up fine and dandy.
It's fine.
It will all be fine.
Tap
Tap
Tap
It's not fine.
It's not fine at all actually.
What in the goddamn FUCK was that?
Was someone robbing you? You never heard the window open, hell, you never heard the door open either. Though to be fair, no one hears that when they're in a deep sleep. Fuck. What are you supposed to do now? You can't move, you can't do anything but lay down, you can't-
Your breathing hitches. Maybe it's just a dream, a hallucination. It did say online that sleep paralysis is the state where your mind is in the midst of dream and reality, confusing your senses on what is real and what isn't. Surely that's just the case.
and yet, the presence you feel only seemed to grow, the feeling gnawing deep within you, like a primal alarm signalling your brain to run, to hide, to fight, Yet even with the way your heart raced and your blood flowed within your veins, youor body remained as still as a statue.
tap
tap
tap
It sounded closer now, hell, it sounded like it was right beside you. Your breathing almost coming to a halt, an instinctive way to try and play dead in the sign of danger. It's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine
it's fine
it's fine
Your heart lurches up your throat, almost like it was blocking your airways when you felt the bed shift. An additional weight adding onto the one you already give. The bed groaning as if in protest. Your hands feel cold, your hands felt pin pricky. No, it isn't real, It isn't real.
You could hear your heart beating in your ears, the presence bearing down on you like you're looking straight at a monster's open maw. It isn't, it isn't -
No.
No, god damn it.
wake up.
wake up.
wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
WAKE UP
With a loud gasp and a surge of adrenaline, your eyes shoot open, briefly being greeted by a shadowed figure. Your body moved before your mind could process it.
CRACK!
Your fist connected with bone, with flesh, with skin, sending the shadowy figure down with a loud thud to the edge of your bed. Your heart pounded louder in your ears, breathing uneven, mouth agape, body trembling. Fuck.
It.. It isn't. It shouldn't.
Your hands immediately grasp your hair, nails digding into your scalp. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It was real, it was- It- Someone is in your house.
The thought immediately stiffened your body momentarily. Fuck. Yeah, someone is in your house, they're still there even.
You could hear them groaning out in pain from the floor. Shit... Did you really hit them that bad?
"Shit- I'm sorry-"
A soft click echoes out the room as you turn on the bedside lamp, to at least give you a small bit of illumination. Hesitantly, you crawl towards the bed to gaze at your... assaulter? Could they even be the assaulter when you're the one who clocked them to next tuesday?
As you approach, you slowly get a better glimpse of them. He looks like.. man? Hair looking messy, a bit ruffled. Well, he did fall off the bed. His body, covered in... was that leather? Or silk? The material reflected in the light. Yet what strikes you the most was the horns poking out his head.
Horns.
A tail, which flicked with pain or annoyance.
You stare. For a moment, maybe another one longer as the man- demon- thing??? held his head, whining out in pain. He must've felt your piercing stare as he moment he felt your presence, his eyes snap open like a venus flytrap.... Wait, Venus flytraps don't-
Yandere! Incubus x Reader | Warnings: NOT Proofread. Description of sleep paralysis.
Note: The image is a WIP lol. I'm not satisfied with the clothing's shading but i like his face. No yandere portrayals in this portion of the story first folks :p
Imagine waking up in the middle of the night, feeling all groggy like you've been transported into a new world but in reality, you just awoke in the middle of the night with your REM cycle disturbed.
You try to move your body, but you can't. It's stiff, you can't move no matter how much you will it, you can feel your heart race, your blood flood through your body yet you couldn't even move a finger. The only thing you could command was your eyes, not your head, just your eyes.
Left bound and vulnerable in your own room. Was this sleep paralysis? It's sleep paralysis.
You close your eyes, an attempt to soothe yourself, an attempt to calm yourself. This is just sleep paralysis, where your mind wakes before your body, where your mind is in the middle of half asleep and awake. You just need to shut your eyes and go back to sleep then you'd wake up fine and dandy.
It's fine.
It will all be fine.
Tap
Tap
Tap
It's not fine.
It's not fine at all actually.
What in the goddamn FUCK was that?
Was someone robbing you? You never heard the window open, hell, you never heard the door open either. Though to be fair, no one hears that when they're in a deep sleep. Fuck. What are you supposed to do now? You can't move, you can't do anything but lay down, you can't-
Your breathing hitches. Maybe it's just a dream, a hallucination. It did say online that sleep paralysis is the state where your mind is in the midst of dream and reality, confusing your senses on what is real and what isn't. Surely that's just the case.
and yet, the presence you feel only seemed to grow, the feeling gnawing deep within you, like a primal alarm signalling your brain to run, to hide, to fight, Yet even with the way your heart raced and your blood flowed within your veins, youor body remained as still as a statue.
tap
tap
tap
It sounded closer now, hell, it sounded like it was right beside you. Your breathing almost coming to a halt, an instinctive way to try and play dead in the sign of danger. It's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine
it's fine
it's fine
Your heart lurches up your throat, almost like it was blocking your airways when you felt the bed shift. An additional weight adding onto the one you already give. The bed groaning as if in protest. Your hands feel cold, your hands felt pin pricky. No, it isn't real, It isn't real.
You could hear your heart beating in your ears, the presence bearing down on you like you're looking straight at a monster's open maw. It isn't, it isn't -
No.
No, god damn it.
wake up.
wake up.
wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up
WAKE UP
With a loud gasp and a surge of adrenaline, your eyes shoot open, briefly being greeted by a shadowed figure. Your body moved before your mind could process it.
CRACK!
Your fist connected with bone, with flesh, with skin, sending the shadowy figure down with a loud thud to the edge of your bed. Your heart pounded louder in your ears, breathing uneven, mouth agape, body trembling. Fuck.
It.. It isn't. It shouldn't.
Your hands immediately grasp your hair, nails digding into your scalp. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It was real, it was- It- Someone is in your house.
The thought immediately stiffened your body momentarily. Fuck. Yeah, someone is in your house, they're still there even.
You could hear them groaning out in pain from the floor. Shit... Did you really hit them that bad?
"Shit- I'm sorry-"
A soft click echoes out the room as you turn on the bedside lamp, to at least give you a small bit of illumination. Hesitantly, you crawl towards the bed to gaze at your... assaulter? Could they even be the assaulter when you're the one who clocked them to next tuesday?
As you approach, you slowly get a better glimpse of them. He looks like.. man? Hair looking messy, a bit ruffled. Well, he did fall off the bed. His body, covered in... was that leather? Or silk? The material reflected in the light. Yet what strikes you the most was the horns poking out his head.
Horns.
A tail, which flicked with pain or annoyance.
You stare. For a moment, maybe another one longer as the man- demon- thing??? held his head, whining out in pain. He must've felt your piercing stare as he moment he felt your presence, his eyes snap open like a venus flytrap.... Wait, Venus flytraps don't-
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More of a shitpost, but i can't help but imagine reader not taking a yandere seriously because bro speaks in chat language.
Genuinely thinking of reader receiving some anonymous message professing their love and it just fucking ends with
"Ur mine. fr fr no cap on god. I'll kill everyone u talk to. "
Honestly, this would fit with yanderes who spend most of their time online and on online spaces or at least very immersed into the digital world like Yandere! Hacker or something.
