How about more headcanons for Dark/platonic yanderes SBI vampires? something like 4 stories about how they spend time separately with their sister/daughter (who still hasn't come to terms with the fact that after years of freedom, she can't spend even five minutes alone), and the reader has to deal with a clingy father and brothers, but the worst part is spending evenings in the nest with the entire family, as they all cuddle up to her! And the most frustrating part is that due to her improper development as a vampire, she falls asleep faster than anyone else! Even faster than Tommy! And the family is just happy to hug her without resistance, their instincts almost purring from it!
Morning Stalks and Clingy Breakfasts
The sun had already set hours ago, leaving the nest in a warm, golden glow from candles. You thoughtâbrieflyâthat you could have five minutes alone before the family woke for their evening rituals. Silly thought.
Father was already at the breakfast table, though in vampire terms âbreakfastâ meant hunting small prey and playing with the spoils. He had prepared a dish just for you, his eyes practically gleaming with delight at the sight of you blinking awake. âYou should eat before the hunt,â he murmured, voice soft but unyielding. He was already edging closer to you, leaning over the table like a cat ready to pounce.
Your brothers, not to be outdone, flanked you almost immediately. Wilbur tried to read your mood like a game, Techno just rested his head on your shoulder, sighing in contentment. You attempted to push away gently, murmuring that you were âfine,â but the weight of all three bodies, plus the almost tangible aura of possessiveness, made it physically impossible to move.
By the end of breakfast, your arms were pinned by the gentle yet relentless pressure of hands, shoulders, and laps. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you noticedâyou had already started to feel your eyelids drooping. Your improper development as a vampire meant you could not fight sleep like the rest of them. Father hummed happily as he draped an arm over you, his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight, not threateningâbut undeniably watching.
Story 2: Afternoon âFreedomâ
You thought the library would be your sanctuary. A little distance, some silence, maybe just one book to escape the clinginess for a while. You hadnât even turned the first page when footsteps echoedâslow, deliberate.
Tommy appeared first, tailing behind you like a shadow. Then Wilbur, then Father. âReading is nice,â Father said softly, brushing a hand along your hair. âBut donât forget your family.â
You groaned inwardly and tried to shuffle to the next aisle, but the brothers fanned out, forming a slow-moving barricade. Tommy muttered something about being âworried you might get bored alone,â while the Wilbur simply rested his chin on the top of your head, already beginning to purr quietly.
Despite your attempts, you felt the pull of sleep tugging at you. Unlike them, your bodyâs improper vampire metabolism meant naps came faster than any humanâor vampireâexpected. By the time you could protest, your head had slipped to Tommyâs chest, and the soft, constant warmth of the other two pressing in made it impossible to resist. And somehow, everyone seemed thrilled about it, murmuring little praises as if you were a cat being properly admired.
Story 3: Evening Nest Rituals
Evenings were always the hardest. The nest was warm, a plush cavern of velvet and shadows, designed for cuddling, hunting, and long family talks. You knew what was comingâFather draped across one side of you, brothers snaking around the other, and somehow, you ended up in the middle like the sun in a planetary system of obsessive, yandere love.
You tried to wiggle away. âI just⌠want to read a little,â you whispered, dragging a book to your chest like a shield.
But no. Tommy nestled closer first, curling up so that your shoulder was perfectly weighted under his head. Techno followed, pressing a cheek to your hair. And Father? He simply purredâno, not just purred, something older, deeper, almost rumblingâand draped himself entirely over you.
You didnât have a chance. Within minutes, your improper development betrayed you: your eyes shut, your body sagged, and the soft murmurs of satisfaction from the entire family welcomed you into unconsciousness. You dreamed of being free⌠while the family enjoyed their perfect cuddle, completely purring, completely content.
Story 4: Midnight EscapeâImpossible
In the rare moments when you thought of trying to slip away to the balcony, maybe to taste the night air alone, Father had already anticipated it. The moment you crept toward the curtains, he appeared. Not aggressively, but the gentle pressure of his hand on your back was impossible to ignore.
Your brothers flanked you silently, eyes half-closed in their vampire contentment. Tommy whispered something about ânever leaving your side,â which made your chest ache from sheer frustration.
You tried again, lifting your hand to push him gentlyâbut even then, the instincts of the family were relentless. They thrived on your presence, on the warmth you didnât realize you emitted even in your sleepy, underdeveloped vampire body. And when your eyelids betrayed you againâfaster than anyone else in the nestâyou simply sank into the cluster of arms, shoulders, and soft murmurs.
You were never truly alone. And though it was frustrating, maddening, and sometimes stifling, you had to admitâthe constant, unyielding affection was oddly comforting. Even if it made freedom a myth.
