hey, I really love your writing! Could we possibly get a Yandere! Juleka Couffaine/Purple Tigress x laid-back! Female! Reader please? Reader is the only person that truly pays attention to Juleka, sparking an obsession. I feel like Juleka would often stalk Reader as Purple Tigress. Maybe one night, Reader is walking home from Nathaniel's house (let's say her best friends are Nathaniel and Marc) and she gets caught by a possessive, jealous Purple Tigress. Purple Tigress gets a little violent and let's say there's noncon kissing and touching?
Yandere!Purple Tigress X Reader Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! tw: Jealousy, persecution, non-consensual kiss I haven't watched the new season, so I don't know how much Juleka's character differs from previous seasons. Keep in mind that Tigress is bolder and more audacious than Juleka. At least, that's how it seemed to me when I watched LB.
The evening at Nathaniel’s was peaceful. As usual, you, Marc, and Nat spent the time drawing, discussing comics ideas, and casually tossing around a few jokes. You loved nights like this — warm, simple, with no rush. After a noisy day of studying, the silence felt like a gift.
It was already dark when you said goodbye to the guys and stepped outside. Heavy clouds covered the sky, and the wind lazily rustled the leaves on the trees. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your jacket and headed home at a leisurely pace.
The strange feeling hit almost immediately — like someone was watching you. You glanced over your shoulder — nothing. Just the flickering streetlights casting patches of yellow light on the road. You kept walking, deciding it was just exhaustion playing tricks on you.
And yet… footsteps. Quiet, uneven, as though someone was trying to stay unnoticed. When you turned into a narrow alley, a figure emerged from the shadows just a few steps ahead.
Purple Tigress.
You stopped dead, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. She looked tense, like she was barely holding herself together. Her mask hid her face, but her eyes… her eyes burned with something too intense, something wild.
You opened your mouth to say something — anything — but she was faster. She stepped forward, quick and sharp, and suddenly you were pinned against the cold brick wall. Her clawed hand pressed next to your head, blocking any chance of escape.
"You shouldn’t have stayed with them so long," she hissed, her voice low, shaking with emotion. "You’re mine… only mine…"
Her fingers traced your cheek — so gentle, like she was afraid of breaking you. They slid to your chin, tilting your face up slightly, forcing you to meet her gaze.
Your thoughts scattered, and your heart raced even harder. Questions and protests got stuck in your throat.
Then she leaned in closer.
Her lips crashed against yours — harsh, almost painfully so. The kiss was desperate, demanding — not a request, but a claim. Her hands tightened around your wrists, holding you still, making it impossible to move.
The warmth of her body, your trembling knees, her heavy breathing against your lips — it all spun together into a whirlwind of sensation.
When she finally pulled away, your lips still burned, and your breath came in ragged gasps. Purple Tigress stared at you in silence for a long moment. Her hands didn’t loosen, as though she was afraid you might vanish if she let go.
"You’re… mine," she whispered again. This time, it was softer, almost tender — but the threat still hung in her voice.
And you realized: She had no intention of letting you go.