[Monster Band] Yandere!Rock Star Headcanons (Patreon)

content: gender neutral reader, mildly NSFW

Clearly the most popular member of the monstrous band, the incubus singer has gathered countless fans through his deep voice and rock star attitude. A dedicated following is present at any concert or gathering, occupying the first rows, raising their banners, screaming their hearts out in hopes of receiving a singular glimpse from his devilish Highness.

Yandere!Rock Star has a flawless behaviour, at least on the surface. He'll make sure to string his fans along, flashing them convincing smiles and winking flirtatiously at the occasional soul. When he's off the stage, however, his desire to entertain is not as strong; you've delivered him hundreds of gifts from fans, only to have them waved away with indifference. "What am I to do with thousands of cards and notes," he tells you with a sigh. "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the gesture, but it's impossible to keep track or store such incredulous amounts."

Indeed, the handsome demon isn't one to return affections. Within the first day as his hotel assistant, you've figured out just how much of it is a high-quality, elaborate act instead of genuine interest. His lips are pursed a tad too forcefully, his eyes often wander away, his fingers tap against the nearest surface impatiently. Frankly, he couldn't care less.

You've wondered if he's still trying to keep up the appearances for your sake, despite being so nonchalant otherwise. You noticed, for example, that he keeps a photo you took together in his wallet. He still owns your employee card that you introduced yourself with, carrying it in his pocket 'just in case', as he likes to say. Would he truly go through such lengths to spare the feelings of mere staff? Besides, you'd never expected any sort of special treatment - you're here to do your job. Supposedly, at least, because you’re starting to suspect a lot of the tasks you’re performing aren’t part of the script.

Yandere!Rock Star is oddly invested in you, frequently asking questions or expressing his curiosity about your human nature. He already knows your favourite bands, your most cherished childhood memory, your after-work hobbies, and any other detail you were kind enough to share with his inquisitive self. He originally planned to impress you with the same aloofness that won over his fans, yet his desire to know you better has lamentably ruined any mystery.

Yandere!Rock Star is, in all honesty, quite frustrated with himself for this very reason. No matter how much he tries to appear uninvested or neutral, he finds himself stumbling again and again, betraying his pathetic need to be in your company. Oh, he’s so jealous when the other band members hang out with you. He hates that you’re just as open and kind with them, that you allow them to touch you as freely as when you’re with him.

He involuntarily grits his teeth whenever you get up and announce your departure for the day. He eyes the calendar with so much bitterness, counting down the days and cursing the monsters who get to be in your presence at all times. When can he afford to visit you again? He flips over the tour dates with increasing despair, biting his nails and imagining other guests having their way with you. Do they satisfy you as well as he does? Do they get to see your adorable, flushed face, the twitching corners of your mouth when he has you folded over the mattress, panting and begging? It’s a crime, really, that such a sight can be shared with mortals other than him.

“What is it,” you ask, weighing the small key in the groove of your palm.

“It’s for this,” he declares with a grin, lifting the padlock around his neck. “There’s only one copy, so if you lose it, I’ll be in trouble!”

“Huh, alright,” you mumble, somewhat taken aback. “Feels a little bit like we’re married now, or something.”

You’re still focused on the unusual parting gift. Had you lifted your gaze, you would’ve noticed just how flustered the fiendish singer is, bright red and dauntingly out of breath. Good Satan, you really know how to take away from his sanity.