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𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 Chapter Two

The Start Of Something New.

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Scaramouche and his disturbing— unhealthy obsession towards you, his gorgeous little classmate. (Soon to be more)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader.

Yandere, creepy, obsessive and disturbing behaviour, violence, worshiping, masturbation, mentions of cum, everyone is 18+, dark content ahead! modern/collage au, mdni, afab reader. 1900 wc

If getting the shit beat out of him by a group of low end bullies was all it took for you to finally interact with with Yandere creep!Scaramouche on your own accord— he would have hauled to ground under their feet and begged to be kicked again and again if it meant you would have talked to him any sooner. Is he dreaming or did the guy that punched his head so hard, alter something within his brain that had him start seeing hallucinations, one of which was you making your way towards him with a worried expression painted overtop of your elegant facial features. He’s leaning his back against the school hallway wall, one arm pressing against the large bruise that hard started to form on his stomach to try and reduce the aching pain when you come into view and kneel down in front of him.

He slowly and cautiously raises his head up— as if he were to show his growing excitement, you would vanish into thin air— with a look of shock and awe swelling up in his eyes. Other then his uneven breathing, Scaramouche is pretty much dead silent, his body still and unmoving while he just sits there and stares at you while you gaze around his body and point out every wound that he had managed to acquire with the recent fight he had found himself in. He’s so glad you weren’t there to see it, how he was easily pushed around with ease by the bigger guys, with his belongings tossed to the ground before they started to unleash their anger onto him, but he’s even more glad that you’re here now, coddling him.

“Are you alright? Who did this to you?” Your voice somehow manages to erase all the pain that resided in his chest— and he swears he could pass out at any minute when your hand lands on his shoulder, a comforting squeeze that does more to him then it should have. You’re touching him, willingly. There’s no one behind you giggling and making fun of him, it’s just you. Just you… exactly how he likes it. Unknowingly— he lets out a long breath he didn’t know he was holding, and finally acknowledges the lack of wetness in his mouth as he shifts his body around on the floor. Hopefully you take it as him feeling the aftermath of his pain, and not the fact that his pants start to tighten around his now painfully erect cock which he quickly covers with his palm.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who obviously makes no complaints when you haul him up to his feet and pull him along to the nurses office to get his injuries treated. If anything— he’s trying not to cum in his pants at the feeling of your soft and delicate hand intertwined with his dry and cold one while he follows you along. God, your skin is so smooth, and he’s so close to you where your scent is the only thing that he allows to enter his nose. You’re not grossed out by him? Really? Even though the rumours state that he’s a psycho, you still decided to smile back at him reassuringly and ignore the way his eyes stare holes into your soul. Everybody was right— you really were so kind, seeing the light in those who clearly showed darkness.

After that encounter— which he proudly declared was fate, and a sign that the other gods above had finally answered to his prayers, Scaramouche had decided to stick to your side like the plague. At first, he played it off as needing protection from potential bullies that wished to harm him, ones that he said would definitely leave him alone if he was anywhere near you. Which was true, people didn’t bump into his shoulder when the walked past him in the hallway, those mean girls didn’t go up and ask him out as a joke anymore, and when it did happen— which was rarely— teachers would intervene and break up any quarrels he found himself in that may have transpired in the school cafeteria. He decides to ignore the glares he gets from your friend group when you drag him along to your table to eat— of course, no one says anything, and instead chooses to just flat out ignore his whole existence. Not that he cares.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who throws a tantrum when the teacher denies his request of a new seating arrangement— one when he’s sat next to you at the back of the class room and as far away from everyone as he can be— and accidentally letting his violent side show. He’s flipping tables and throwing chairs across the room— cursing and shouting at the top of his lungs until the teacher hesitantly gives in and agrees to move you. He calms down after that, a nod of approval directed to the nervous professor before he’s collecting his belongings and walking out of the class and making his way to the front gate— where other students are preparing to leave for the day and go home. He made sure no one was there to witness that, so he wouldn’t freak you out.

There’s a spring in his step— and the usual frown is not currently evident on his face, instead replaced with a satisfied grin as he makes his way home. Doesn’t even bother to acknowledge his mother when he steps foot inside his house, pushing past her shoulder rather harshly and telling her he doesn’t feel like eating dinner tonight— hurrying off down to his room and slamming the door shut before she can try and scold him for his tardiness. The first thing he does after flopping back onto his bed is hastily tugging down his pants and letting his hard cock spring free, ignoring the mass amount of dried cum that stained his underwear before he’s hurriedly palming his erection— low whimpers and whiny mewls of your name rolling off his tongue like silk.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who spends all night catching different kinds of bugs and reptiles with the intent to release in the campus library, so you have no other choice but to work on the assigned project at either his or your house. He leaves for school way earlier then he normally does, so he can unleash the critters inside without being caught. His mission is successful, because when he’s walking beside you in the direction to your class, there’s a group of people crowding around the library’s entrance— with a sign labelled on the door that it was currently closed for maintenance. Scaramouche has to bite back his sinister laugh at the whole ordeal he had managed caused. He must have been so caught up in the pride swelling in his chest that he unknowingly turns to you, words spilling out from his mouth that he doesn’t even have time to register. “That’s a shame… looks like we’ll have to work on it at my place then.”

He mentally screams at himself, his hands balling into fists— his sharp nails digging into his palms so harshly that it starts to bleed— and oh he’s praying to the god above that you decline his offer and suggest your adobe instead. But to his dismay, you don’t, and agree to his proposal with the terms of you both walking there together after school. That leaves him fidgety for the next six hours— squirming around in his seat so much that it has you checking up on him more then once, which every time he waves you off with a lopped sided smile. Though he’s swooning at the thought of you concerned for him, so he slightly calms down, just a tad. Of course, that slight relief vanishes the moment the bell rings and class is announced dismissed.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who wordlessly walks besides you as you make your way to his house, even though his nerves are eating his insides alive, he’s intently listening to whatever topics you’re blabbering on about. With a small, weltering smile — he’d watch the side profile of your face as he walks and occasionally nod along to your rambles. You’d have to snap him out of his trance and confirm if you’re both going in the right direction because he decides to just follow you along like a lost puppy. Thankfully, it’s in the direction to his house, which he grimaces at when in view.

He’s almost hesitant to let you inside, his room is a total mess, there’s a biting fear holding him down that you’ll be disgusted by the funky smell his mother always complains about— along with, well… the shine of you that takes up half his bedroom. There’s photographs littered across the cracking, brick walls. Drawings of you that he’d never show anyone— where you’re both in rather erotic positions, along with belongings you used to own, like gym clothes you decided where ultimately swallowed by the collage washing machine on campus, a rag you used to wipe the sweat off your forehead after participating in the sports festival, and a fork that you had unknowingly and accidentally knocked off of your table during lunch— which he had quickly swiped when you weren’t looking.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who gulps down the lump in his throat and pushes through, his quivering hand reaching out to the front door before hesitatingly turning the handle and inviting you in— stepping off to the side so you can enter first. His mother had just stepped out from the kitchen, an apron hugging her figure and a spatula in hand when she rounds the corner— about to scold her son for his rude behaviour that he had displayed this morning towards her— until she catches sight of you. A pretty, nice looking, well kept girl standing beside her grumpy, hunched over and weird son. Her hand which was wrapped around the utensil, slowly loosened, and it falls to the ground with a clatter while she stares at the both of you shell shocked.

It’s silent for a moment— until you decide to step forward and walk over towards her, leaning down to pick up the spatula. Scaramouche, who had made no effort to move, stood still behind you and let his eyes wander down to your ass as you bent down, a low hiss resonating in his throat while intently watching your thighs rub snugly against one another. “Oh…? And who might you be?” Ei mutters, her eye racking around your body in disbelief as she accepts the item that you had extended towards her. “A girlfriend, perhaps?”

Scaramouche has to bite his tongue before he has the chance to agree, instead, his bitterly shaking his head and denying it when his mother looks towards him. “Not yet.” He mutters under his breath, shedding his backpack off his shoulders and carelessly kicking it across the floor. Ei would have normally cursed at him for his impoliteness— but she’s too caught up in the fact that her social rejected son who she knew had no friends, had managed to bring home such a well mannered looking young lady.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who watches you and his dumb mother converse over a cup of tea— and takes the opportunity to rush down to his room and rid of anything suspicious that would scare you off. Carefully ripping the Polaroids off the wall and stuffing them deep inside his crowded closet, along with the other weird possessions he has stored on his dresser— all while he’s still internally panicking on the inside. “Shit shit shit.” He paces around his room, hands tussled in his purple locks while he tries to ease his mind. You’re here, in his house, where he lives, where he sleeps, where he… masturbates. (Most of the time)

He’s hoping you don’t question the weird, white stain that’s present on his black pillow case.

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