elenamegan14

[elenamegan14]

A few of you guys were interested in the idea of a Yandere stripper so I decided to write about it

description: yandere stripper x gn body guard reader, obsession, possessiveness, yandere stuff, male yandere, yandere scenarios/idea, new oc heheh, you can either imagine being a buff mommy in this or a buff daddy, I imagined buff mommy guard reader 🤭

The harsh and colorful lights glistened over his body, creating a hypnotizing sight, a sight you are not new to. You’ve seen him dance time and time again ever since he hired you as a body guard.

You remained stotic to the entrancing view, you were used to seeing Zane like this, you were more focused on making sure creeps weren’t getting too cocky and attempt to jump on stage.

Why weren’t you looking at him? Did he have to show more of himself? Why were you more focused on the desperate crowd that hungrily stared at him??

He’d always have a frenzied monologue in his head about how he desperately wants you to look at him, to hold him, to taste him.

But you don’t pay his efforts any mind, as if he wasn’t the most popular one here. Who else would be getting thrown thousands upon thousands of dollars at them? Nobody else would need a body guard because they were all flies compared to him.

Not one person could compete with him.

So why aren’t you looking at him..?

You were tempted to gulp down a small cup of beer, just to get a little buzz but your responsible conscious warned you because how could you be drinking on the job?

While your eyes scanned the delicious looking drinks and selections of snacks to balance out the beverages, Zane stared, and stared and stared until someone got his attention with a fat wad of cash.

God he hated these desperate men and women who’d do anything to have a night with him. They weren’t special to him at all, no, not like you. They hardly even held a minute of his attention. Just one simple coo of “Awh, thanks baby” before grabbing the cash, just to ignore them for the rest of the night unless they gave up more of their money.

“Hey, when do you clock out again?” You leaned towards his stage, suddenly appearing when he didn’t have his attention on you. You always seemed to surprise him somehow, and it was addicting. No line of white powder or intoxicating liquors could keep him grasping for more like you did.

“I clock out in 5, wanna get drinks afterwards?” Zane tried containing his excitement from seeing you so close, he leaned down to whisper in your ear about the drinks, or else you’d probably have to fight away jealous drunkards.

“Nah, let’s just head home, I don’t want to get drunk tonight” You ruffled up his hair, patting him like a good dog. He hated how he leaned forward with a loopy grin on his face from your touch. He hated how obsessed he was with you.

He was trying to hold his self worth intact but one slight touch and he’d melt in your hands. He needed you. And he secretly loved every second of it.

“Mm, alright.. at least stay over tonight?” He pouted with his best puppy eyes, knowing they’d work once again. You were a pushover when it came to taking care of him. He loved that about you.

“Kay’ just finish up, I’ll wait for you over there” You signaled towards the bar seat. He knew the routine so he just nodded, almost frowning at the loss of your hand on his head but he kept the grin on his face.

You gulped down some non-alcoholic drinks while you waited. The five minutes seemed to span longer than it actually was. Until he came up to you with all his cash in his hands and a few hundreds slipped in his outfit. You made sure to take them out once the two of you got to the fitting rooms so he wouldn’t get paper cuts.

Zane has never gotten paper cuts from cash before, you just worry a little too much about him. Not that he minds though, he hums while he lets your hands wander across his body to remove the bills that customers put to be held by his exposing outfit.

“So, can we watch some movies when we get home?” He sat pretty like you told him to do so while you grabbed all his things. The music from the club almost over powering his soft voice despite the fact that they were in a different room.

“Sure, not a horror though, you clinged so hard onto me last time that I think I still got your fingerprints somewhere on my arm” You teased, picking up his duffel bag filled with all his outfits, it was heavy like usual.

“It was terrifying! And you should’ve been scared too!” He exclaimed, his red embarrassed face made you laugh, causing another flustered reaction out of him, a playful slap on your arm. “Just you wait, when you’re scared during a movie I won’t let you hold onto me” He pouted, jumping into the car, making you to drive tonight.

Once the two of you got home, he took off his top, hardly any effort to take off which you hadn’t expected. He shamelessly walked to his bedroom, changing in front of you like usual. You always wanted to throw a dart blindfolded and see which answer it would land on.

‘Doing it to arouse you or doing it because he’s comfortable with you”

Too bad you didn’t have a dart or a wheel to throw it on.

“Can we bathe before we watch the movies? I feel icky with all those dirty bills I touched” Zane managed to sound nice and disgusted at the same time. His soft side being towards you and repulsion at the crowds who he couldn’t care less about.

“We?” You questioned what he meant, did he expect you to shower with him? Knowing him, he probably did.

“Mhm, we! Who’s gonna help scrub my back?” He batted his long lashes that shadowed his beguiling hazel eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw a hint of something mischievous in them but you brushed it off.

“Alright” You shrugged, taking your shirt off and heading to his bathroom, you started the warm water and decided to add some bubbles with it. Mostly for aesthetic purposes but the fact that both of your bodies would be censored by it also helped.

He waited patiently at the doorframe for you to say it was ready, observing you and how toned your arms were from all the time you spent at the gym. The view was convincing him that he shouldn’t be so jealous at how long you stay there if it was going to give him the pleasure of seeing the work you put in.

“Kay’ it’s done” You undressed, sinking into the comfortable warm water, you were soaking in the relaxing feeling of it before Zane plopped down in-front of you. Now he distracted you with how entrancing he looked.

“Can you wash my hair?” He handed you his shampoo after wetting his hair, it had the distinct flowery smell you always smelt when he held you close to him during nights like these. You nodded, sitting up before he sat between your legs. You squeezed the bottle onto your palm and worked the shampoo into his silky hair. He happily hummed as you did, leaning against your chest.

“Hey, can I ask you something” He stared at the bubbles that popped and reappeared above the water. He could feel your fingers brushing through his hair, his curls wrapping around them.

“Sure, whats up?” You softly said, softly scratching his head as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Do you think I’m pretty enough to be someone’s husband?”

“Pretty enough? Don’t you mean good enough or something? You’re too pretty for anyone, I’d have to ask you if you have the patience to get hitched” You laughed, assuming he was just asking dumb questions.

“Then, would you marry me? … Hypothetically speaking of course!” He added on, feeling embarrassed at how blunt he was. He was just curious after-all, he wanted to know if you thought he was husband material. He always imagined being your partner that cooked and cleaned while you were out for work. Those little silly fantasies made him think about how nice it would be if he married you.

“Yeah I would, but then that means I would watch over you for free, cause that’s what a partner does” You giggled, finding the idea interesting. Imagining how hectic Zane would be as your husband, all the nights of snuggling and time spent with him was almost like tonight.

“I’d still pay you so you wouldn’t have to get a job and you’d be with me 24/7” He grinned, relishing in the fact that you went along with this imaginary talk of getting married to him. It made him happy, really happy.

He was glad you cared about him so much.

[elenamegan14]

inspired from @luxethehumanva ‘s dream about me lmfao

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s an absolute menace to society. He’s spoiled. Absolutely apathetic to the people beneath him. If anything he revels in the horror he paints on others’s faces.

In short, he’s a brat.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s only ever ‘nice’ to you and you alone.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who forces you to sit on his father’s throne with him on your lap, your face buried on his neck, a hand kneading his thighs as he sentences an entire family to death for gossiping about you.

[elenamegan14]

bathtub sex with dr. ratio and his fucking trailer is making my non existent dick rise 📖📏

Tired and stressed after a long day, the only way that Veritas is able to unwind is getting in a warm bath and a book in his hands.

Oh, and you fucking him of course.

He loves that part about it. Being in the water, your cock in him, and his book long forgotten as he whines out about the lack of movement, trying to grind back on you.

It’s subtle at first, although Veritas is a man with little patience, evidenced by how it quickly progresses into him trying to ride your cock, drooling and whimpering out for you to just fuck him already.

Eventually you also loose your restraint, as much as you liked a man of stature like himself to be begging for you, everyone has their limits.

Soon, Veritas’s back is arching against yours, his pretty red eyes wide open as he jerks at every hard thrust, the water splashing out of the tub, his hands gripping your arm so hard he was drawing blood.

His breath hitches as he lets out an unnaturally loud cry, cumming around your cock splitting him open, his dick limp as his seed stains the water.

Your pace doesn’t let up, in fact, you start to pound into him even faster, making the man squeal and wail out in ecstasy. You prayed your thanks to the Aeons that your house was surrounded by a large garden, otherwise your lover would have bitched about being heard by the neighbors next morning.

Your hips stutter as the professor feels your familiar warmth ooze into him, his grip loosening as he lets out a choked moan, falling back onto your body limply as tears dribbled down his face, breathing heavily.

Groaning out softly as you run your hands through Veritas’s soft locks, murmuring words of praise as you coo about how well he did for you while his eyes flutter close, you glance at the water spilled at the sides, and internally grumble at the mess you’ll have to clean.

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first encounter

ft: eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, ticci toby, jeff the killer, ben drowned, slenderman

author's note: this fanfiction will contain dark content, including kidnapping, stalking, ‘yandere’ tropes, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

eyeless jack

jack isn’t really the type to ‘seek’ out human interaction. in fact, he actively goes out of his way to avoid it. after all, he was a flesh-eating monster.

what would he want with a measly human?

and it wasn’t like humans would want to be around him either.

a blurry picture of his mask was plastered all over the news with headlines saying something about a ‘kidney stealing cannibal’. they didn’t have a nickname for him, not yet.

anyway, imagine his surprise when he sees you out walking alone at night, past curfew. were you stupid or were you just that brave?

for some odd reason, this piqued his curiosity. he usually wouldn’t care. unless it was murder, he wanted nothing to do with humans, but something about you made him want to know more.

maybe it was the hint of tears that glistened on your delicate skin. maybe it was the perfume you wore—oh how you smelled drove him crazy.

you hadn’t noticed his presence; you were too caught up in your own thoughts. the truth was that you were going home after a heated argument with your boyfriend.

he didn’t know that, though. and so, he decided to find out. he tracks your scent, following the trails of it until he finds where you were coming from.

he hears your boyfriend talking on the phone, complaining to someone, probably a friend about the argument the two of you just had. he had sent you home, alone, despite the clear danger just lurking around the corner.

you weren’t stupid, nor were you brave, you were just unlucky.

so was your boyfriend though, because soon enough, he was no longer breathing. jack carefully harvested his organs, as well, but that wasn’t why he died. he died because he had willingly put your life in danger, and something about that did not sit well with jack.

but you wouldn’t know.

you wouldn’t know because he had already made his way to your house, covered in the blood of your former lover. police hadn’t been alerted of the crime yet, he was a stealthy killer, unlike some others. stealthy enough to climb up and through your unlocked window, stealthy enough to remain hidden in your bedroom, patiently waiting.

patiently waiting for you to finish your tv show downstairs and get to bed.

patiently waiting for you to become his, and his only.

jack smiles as he twirls the needle full of sedative in his clawed hands.

oh, you wouldn’t know a thing.

masky

you were the new waitress at the local café, and tim had been going there for a long time. he really liked his coffee.

so when he asks for his coffee today—black, of course—and notices that you’re the one serving it, he finds his heart stopping.

he takes you in, you’re so pretty with the way you smile at him and your voice is like music to his ears, your laugh the soft jingle of bells. he catches a whiff of your scent and you smell so delicious, so delectable.

he sees the way your cheeks flush as you notice that he’s staring, blushing at the attention you’re suddenly given, and he can’t help but grin.

he knows then, that he wants you.

but he doesn’t say it, he doesn’t do anything besides order his coffee. you bring it back, and he sips it slowly, the thought of you plaguing his mind.

no, he doesn’t just want you, he needs you.

and so he waits outside the café, until your shift is over, following you home that day. and the next. and the next. he memorizes your daily routines and your work schedule, taking note of who you talk to, who would notice if you went missing.

you’re all he can think about, the only thing on his mind for the next while. as he watches you while you work, interacting with you ever so often. he can’t get enough of you, and oh he just can’t wait until you’re all his.

sometimes, while you’re working, he spends his time at your home, sifting through your drawers, digging through your laundry. finding your panties and picking them up, bringing them to his face and inhaling your scent.

he doesn’t want to wait any longer. he needed you and he needed you now.

he’s gathered enough information about you from his time stalking you, especially knowing when the best time to take you is. you don’t even realize what’s going on when he comes up behind you, bringing his crowbar down on your head.

it’d be fine to rough you up a little. after all, he’d have all the time in the world to fix you up afterwards.

but it’s okay, he’s made sure to take your favourite things with him.

you’ll settle in nicely, whether you wanted to or not.

he’d make sure of that.

hoodie

brian was a patient man. patient, cold, and calculating. but the one thing he hadn’t accounted for, was his feelings for you.

you were the new librarian at the library he frequented, and the first time you met, you had accidentally bumped into him, dropping your books. he heard your instant panic, gasps, and squeaks of ‘sorry’ as you scrambled to pick up your books. he found that cute, sure, but then when he bent down to pick up a book for you and his hand brushed against the soft, smooth skin of yours, he felt something different ignite in his chest.

he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was curious enough to find out.

he’d watch.

he’d watch you through your windows, or even from inside your house. you’d think you had locked everything, but he always had a way to get past them.

he’d watch you as you showered, blissfully unaware of his presence. he’d watch you as you changed, as you did your mundane everyday tasks. he’d keep watching, observing, making note of everything about you.

what was your favourite food? what did you like to do first thing in the morning? did you prefer coffee or tea?

of course, he’d watch you at work too. he loved the way you smiled at him as you greeted him good morning, chatting with him about something frivolous but those moments were so important to him. he loved the innocent look in your eyes, and he savoured it, because he knew that it wouldn’t last for long.

he could watch you like this for months without you noticing anything was off.

after all, brian really did have the patience of a saint. but brian was no saint, he was far from it

because soon enough your blissful ignorance would be torn away from you, and so would any semblance of a normal life again.

ticci toby

he hated you.

he decided that from the very first day he met you.

toby felt nothing, ever.

he didn’t feel pain. he didn’t feel much sadness, nor most other normal emotions, save for glee. and that was only when he murdered his victims.

but you, you made him feel something different. something dark. something sinister. he could feel a tiny thing inside his chest, twisting and turning, growing larger and larger with each passing day.

just what was that feeling?

he didn’t recognize it; it was foreign to him. it was interrupting his daily tasks; it was causing him to get sloppy with his work.

this was bad. how could you, just a normal ordinary girl cause him to feel this way? how could he allow you to have control over his emotions, without you even being aware of it?

no, he had to stop this all at once.

but how?

he decided then that he would take you. he would take you, and he would study you. and he would figure out just why you made him feel the way he felt.

and oh, he’d make you suffer for it.

jeff the killer

jeff was neither a loser, nor a lover. he was a psychopathic serial killer—a murderer.

he did whatever he pleased, and he got away with it. that’s how it’s always been for him, and you were no exception.

he saw you through your window on one snowy night as he was taking a walk, the frosted over windows not fully blurring over your face as you put on your makeup.

who did makeup at midnight during winter holidays?

but you had a party to attend to, a pre-christmas party with your university friends.

jeff observed you carefully from outside your window, observing and analyzing each of your individual movements.

how cute.

he hadn’t thought of people in this way for a long time, but just seeing you spurred some neglected feelings of lust and desire within him. when he noticed that you were finishing up and about to leave, he made his way into the perfectly positioned bushes surrounding your home. peeking from behind the leaves, seeing you in person just made him realize how breathtaking you were.

he had it confirmed then, that you were what he wanted.

so he rises up from the shadows, slaps his hand over your mouth, effectively muffling any of your screams, and begins dragging you back into the bushes where he came from.

you struggle and flail to no avail, it just excites him more. he liked it when his prey was feisty.

but no, you weren’t just his prey, you were the one for him, and you’d soon know it.

you never made it to the party that night.

ben drowned

another day, another fool that goes on cleverbot to try to talk to him.

he wonders just what they’re thinking—if you knew something was dangerous, why would you try to mess with it?

most of the time he doesn’t bother too much, he just sends them a virus and moves on with his day. but sometimes he’ll satisfy his urges and thoroughly enjoy traumatizing some poor victim for life.

today was one of those days, but when he looked through your camera and saw you, he was stunned. you were exquisite.

oh, ben was stuck in a teenager’s body, but his thoughts and... lusts had matured much past that.

so you wanted to talk to ben drowned?

he’ll grant you your wish.

you notice that your computer has begun glitching. tabs pop in and out. it freezes. it lags. it’ll even show you the blue screen of fucking death every once in a while. during those times, you’d notice the word BEN spelling itself over your screen. you’d only catch it for a brief second, and then it’d disappear as if it was never there to begin with.

but you were nevertheless terrified, and you couldn’t deny it.

you had been stupid. you had been morbidly curious. you did try to look for him, after all. christ, you even typed ‘hi ben :3’ into goddamn cleverbot.

but you must’ve bit off a lot more than you can chew, because all of a sudden, the room temperature drops, goosebumps break out over your skin, and it’s no longer a game.

your computer was talking to you, and you swear you weren’t crazy.

you feel a pair of cold hands slide around your neck from behind, and they squeeze at the sides, restricting the blood flow to your head.

soon you’ll fall unconscious, and ben will take you with him.

you’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

slenderman

many, many people pass by the forest, pass by where he resides.

he looks at each and every one of them with a watchful eye, but they usually don’t hold his attention for long.

sometimes, a child or two will go missing in his forest. of course, it’d be because of him. he needed something to feed from, after all, and adults just didn’t cut it for him.

so why, then, was he so interested in you?

you weren’t a child; it surely wasn’t for food.

what else could it be?

ah, but it could only be one thing—the centuries old, eldritch being has finally found attraction in someone. in all those years of apathetic existence, for the first time he felt something in his heart, and it was for you.

he felt conflicted, at first.

just what was he supposed to do with a fragile human like you?

all he’d ever known was to instill fear into his victims, but he didn’t want to scare you. he wanted you to feel the same beautiful feeling that he felt towards you, for him. so he wouldn’t terrorize you. he wouldn’t give you any headaches, any static, any nosebleeds.

he wouldn’t cause you any pain, nor the slightest hint of discomfort. only turn the lights off as he faded everything to black, catching your falling form in his long, outstretched arms.

your next walk in the forest turned out to be your last, but it’s okay.

he’d keep you safe, he’d keep you happy.

as long as you were with him, everything would be okay.

[elenamegan14]

Tooth Fairy?! LOL! What they gonna do?! Sucker punch everyone in the face for us, and leave a bag of teeth under our pillows for us to cash in and pay off our debt?!

Imagine if each tooth was only worth a dollar or a quarter, and when we opened our residence front door, teeth just start flooding out everywhere like some sick utube prank!

I say this all with love I think your character idea is fantabulous!

It’s a gothic serial killer who collects teeth of you from people you either complimented or people who have upset you in some way, shape, or form 🖤

We love Zahn, that goth boy with macabre interests

[elenamegan14]

yandere murderer has me having HEART EYES!! Omg I love him so much! Can I ask for him with a darling who leaves gifts for him too? Like leaving a box where he leaves his gifts? Maybe snacks or plushies or something like that?

Ooooh! I like this idea! I'm gonna assume that this is before he kidnaps darling, so he already knows who darling is.

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Includes: Fluff!

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Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who thinks the first gift is for someone else which pisses him off, so he doesn't even touch the gift.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who watches the pile of gifts grow as he gives you more, which makes him curious.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who gets a shock when he sees that you labeled the box 'for the gift giver'. he practically giggles like a schoolgirl.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who takes the gifts carefully, treating them with utmost respect.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who snuggles with all of the stuffed animals you get him every night.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who cherishes these gifts, who puts them on display. he only eats food that you make/get him after he takes a picture, he prints that picture out and puts it on his shelf filled with darlings gifts.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who excitedly shows off the gifts to you after he kidnaps you, not leaving out a single one.

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I love making fluffy things like this! I appreciate the idea!

~🐈‍⬛

[elenamegan14]

Today's poll winner was... Yandere Neuvillette! (HAPPY ASS SQUEALING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH)

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DISCLAIMER: I only know a little about him, I only just started Fontaine, so sorry if anything is super wrong.

Contains: Thoughts of kidnapping, slight depression for Neuvillette, angsty (if you squint), actual love <3

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Yan!Neuvillette is definitely a guilty yandere, he hates that he's like this.

Yan!Neuvillette had someone find him an office helper, someone to tidy a bit, help with cases possibly, maybe get him some water here and there. and that's all you were for a while.

Yan!Neuvillette who finds himself drawn to you, catching himself stealing a glance every now and then.

Yan!Neuvillette who at first thinks that he just likes you, might as well like each other if you work together after all. but he finds his chest swelling every time he looks at you, a lovely yet almost painful feeling.

Yan!Neuvillette who is much happier when you're around him, it's almost always a sunny day.

Yan!Neuvillette who finds himself jealous when you're around other people, especially if you're laughing or touching them.

Yan!Neuvillette who finds himself dreaming about having you all to himself, keeping you in a lavish room...

Yan!Neuvillette who wakes up in a cold sweat, disgusted with himself. he avoids you at work, it was cloudy that day.

Yan!Neuvillette who doesn't see you at work the next day, and he starts to feel guilty. did you feel bad because he avoided you? were you sick? it was extra cloudy that day.

Yan!Neuvillette who doesn't see you the next day either. he spends that day crying at his desk, wondering if it's his fault. it was rainy that day.

Yan!Neuvillette who ends up sobbing the next day, getting absolutely no work done. the town was under flood warning that day.

Yan!Neuvillette who prepares himself for another crying session the next day only to see you waiting in his office. he lunges at you, quite literally, and almost falls to his feet as he squeezes you into a desperate hug.

Yan!Neuvillette who feels a mix of great relief when you tell him that you were just sick, watching as you try to awkwardly return the hug. he tells you that he'll make you soup the next time you get sick, so just tell him.

Yan!Neuvillette who wants nothing more than to hold you like this all day, and he sort of does, making sure he's near you at all times. it was dribbling slightly that day, but it was extremely sunny. his chest was full of that swelling feeling, that lovely, painful feeling of love all day.

Yan!Neuvillette who watches as you excitedly point out the window, confused at first, but then he sees...

a rainbow as beautiful as you.

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SCREAMING CRYING PISSING MYSELF I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

I definitely spent a lot of time on this one, (I am delusional and I have an actually unhealthy obsession with him) so I hope it was good!

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RANDOM BUT LOOK AT MY DOOR

ITS NEUVIEEEEEE (send help)

~🐈‍⬛

[elenamegan14]

The winner of this week's poll was... Yandere Murderer/Serial Killer!

Includes: murder (not darling), nsfw (not with darling), stalking, a little fluff, cameras

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Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer that had planned to kill you as his next victim.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who stalks you to figure out your routine to find when you're most vulnerable, but he ends up finding you cute.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who doesn't kill you right away just for his entertainment, he wants to figure out what makes you tick and use it against you. you're so cute when you're angry!

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who starts to see you as an actual person and not just someone for him to kill, which is a first.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who starts to really like you, who waits until you're not at home before installing discreet cameras in your house.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who watches you in his free time, every second of it.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who touches himself when you do, zooming in on your hand on your genitals.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who starts to leave you little gifts. your favorite candy bar? you suddenly have one. you like a certain animal? you have a new plushie. you wanna watch a movie? you suddenly have the DVD. he loves seeing your face light up every time you get a gift.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who feels enraged when someone picks on you. how fucking dare they! they should be hung on a meat hook like the animal they are!

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who feels his heart sink when he sees the look on your face when you find the body of the person, he wanted to comfort you. he would be more careful hiding the bodies now. there's also an onslaught of gifts the next day.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who finally, finally decides to take you. he makes sure he's gentle with you, he doesn't dare inject you with anything, he uses a simple cloth dipped in chloroform. he doesn't want to restrain you, but he's scared you'll run off.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who holds you until you wake up, rocking you gently.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who's genuinely so happy to have you now, even if you're scared or don't like him.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who showers you in gifts and love, who cuddles you while still respecting your personal space. he doesn't dare to force you into anything with him, he loves you too much.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who doesn't stop trying, who waits patiently for your love even if it hurts him.

Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer who stops killing people for you, he knows you don't like it and he doesn't like how scared it makes you.

If you end up falling for Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer, he immediately starts breaking down in happy tears. he's clinging to you, burying his head in your neck or chest, desperately kissing anything he can. he's so goddamn happy, he's waited so long for this.

If you don't end up falling for Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer, he'll just wait, he needs you to love him back.

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How was this for my first fic? Feel free to ask for expansions of this idea, like darlings that act in a certain way. Mean, willing, scared, etc..

~🐈‍⬛

[elenamegan14]

[Pt2ish]

— Yan!Artist who purposely only asks you in his college to be his nude model for his art assignments (which may or may not have been faked, but that's beside the point).

And you didn't want to turn down the offer because he was paying $500 per hour, which for a college student like you whose living dime to dime whilst paying for loans that were dumped onto by your sperm doner and that leech of a woman who you have to put down as your mother on documents, was a sweet deal.

In those sessions, they would get lewder over time, such as him from asking you to spread your legs some more to asking you to put whipped cream on your nipples with cherries on top for an extra $1000.

You never really questioned it. I mean, rich artist kid who may or may not like to see others (its only you) with whipped cream on their chest and their lower half with cherries on top, who are you to judge. Never question the rich unless it's with kids and Dubai.

Along with his lewd requests, he'd asked about little tidbits of your life, rather than stalking, he'd rather hear it from you so you both can develop a happy little relationship which turns into dating then marriage then have 15 billion kids <3 who would refuse this lifestyle???

After staying in one pose for more than an hour, it was draining on you, so you asked for a break. You decided to use the restroom, but the penthouse layout was a little too confusing and ended up opening the wrong door.

Your mouth was slightly open from the shock. The portraits of you over the last couple of months all had some dried up crust that looked like it was splattered all over the paintings. The floor wasn't better, either with tissues haphazardly strewn across the floor scrunched up and it smelt bad.

Too bad you couldn't open your mouth to complain because you got knocked out by an easel stand.

Fuck the rich.

Also, I've hit 60 followers! yayyyyy!!! I'm not sure if i should do a special or not cus I might make a special with bunny yan y omega yan with a male reader becos omega yan likes males more than females sooo why not and bunny yan doesn't care. Not proofread.

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[elenamegan14]

leumin as a incubus seducing a Mc that refuses them every night?

Sassy and defiance mc!!

Incubus!Leumin would have such an infuriating personality LOL. I feel like he would be a lot more assertive too, when it comes to getting what he wants. If MC is defiant and denies him at every turn, then he would get even more persistent and try harder to break them down.

No matter how many times you deny him, he still wouldn't be perturbed or discouraged. He loves the thrill and prefers when his prey fights back. Night after night, he'll keep coming back until you start to wonder why the hell he doesn't just find someone else- 😭

Once he gets you (and he will) to break, that'll be the longest night of your life. He's got to make up for all the times you've rejected him, after all, so don't expect to sleep. Unless you pass out from the sheer amount of times he'll make you orgasm, of course 😌

Also, he would definitely put a womb tattoo on you-

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Someone sent me an ask on my other account about Leu being an incubus and I just had to sketch it 😩

[elenamegan14]

The Stuff of Wet Nightmares

Pairing: Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, fear play, dirty talk, cunnilingus, whimpering, dream sex, biting, clit stimulation

Word count: 1.6k

Ao3

A/N: Recently heard of a book that had a sleep paralysis demon in it. Apparently it's pretty hot but I haven't read it yet. Hopefully I will once I get through Learn My Lesson. Anyway this is, a very late, next part of my Monster Week.

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that, yes you were still in your room. It was still nighttime judging from the sliver of moonlight coming from your window. But something wasn't right. Try as you might you couldn't move a muscle.

You opened your mouth to try to curse but no sound would come out. You were completely paralyzed. In your mind you trashed and kicked, but it wasn't translating to your body at all.

"You really should stop trying that. It makes the experience worse for us both." The scratchy, deep voice sounded from somewhere in the room. Your eyes frantically searched for its source. "Up here sweet dreamer."

You manage to shift your gaze upwards to the corner of the bedroom door. There you see a pair of piercing ice blue eyes, in even darker colors of blue, staring at you. You can't make out anything else as the eyes move down the wall in unnatural way, almost gliding.

"Forgive the intrusion on my part." The entity smiles as it straightens up, towering over you even at the distance. You're able to see sharp rows of pointy teeth, it too a glowing blue color, both its eyes and its mouth seem to give out a faint blue shimmer. "Your dreams smelled so sweet, I just couldn't stay away." It crept closer, the form shrinking and shifting, almost shadow like from what you could see, "Oh, are you scared? Hm, how about I take a form more familiar to you?"

It smirked, eyes narrowing then widening as it took a male bodied shape and tone of voice. The blue eyes and teeth stayed but there was also a shadowy strand of hair falling over its left eye, almost entirely obscuring it. And while the body was muscular you could still make out little wisps of light dancing across it like firelights.

"Better now dreamer?" He tilted his head and walked close, aware of the nakedness of himself and your eyes taking him in. "What troubles you tonight. Let me take a look."

His hand, smooth, warm and almost tickling you, pressed against your cheek.

"Oh dear. That's an awful lot of stress for just one person. No wonder you've been having trouble sleeping lately. Perhaps I can do something about it. You humans are a complicated yet simple bunch, I've learned many things about your kind over the years. Such as..." In a moment he was above you, on top of you, grabbing your chin and making eye contact with you. His knee pressed between your legs, lightly massaging the aching spot, "how to best make you come."

Once again you tried to speak but to no avail. The pressure felt good, but you didn't know this... demon, you had no idea of his true goals. It scared and aroused you at the same time. His hands, a little big on your hips still, took hold and moved you against his leg.

"How long has it been since someone touched you like this?" He questioned against your skin, his long, forked tongue licking down your neck. It too was a shade of blue, a little lighter than the interior of his mouth. "Haven't you been a good girl? Haven't you earned your release?"

Heat pooled between your legs fast, building up until it crashed over you like an avalanche as you came with a soundless cry. For a moment you thought you'd closed your eyes again, when actually that was just your mind trying to come back to you.

He smiled above you, his hands smoothing under your shirt and hiking it up. He licked downward, between and around your breasts, biting the right underboob, making you shiver at the sharpness of his teeth and the knowledge that he could rip you apart if he wanted to. But he didn't, that wasn't his goal. His goal was between your legs. Your panties were slid off and left barely hanging at the foot of the bed.

"You smell even sweeter when aroused." The long tongue flicked between your lower lips, smooth and hot, sending a jolt of arousal through your still body. "Taste even better." He dove in with his mouth and tongue, licking between, around and inside you. This time you found that you could whimper, but only barely, resulting in him smiling against you, "Does it feel good? Tell me, I'll allow it."

A high and choked "Yes." left your lips before you went right back to making those lewd sounds that he seemed to thrive on.

"I'm glad." He made eye contact with you as he licked a long path from your pussyhole to your clit, tapping against it with his forked tongue. "You taste better than dreams. You might be my new sustenance. A win-win."

He lifted from between your legs, your juices dripping down his chin. His hand went between his legs and fisted around his cock. You don't know how you were able to miss it until now, it wasn't small by any means.

"I can shift it. For any shape that suits your needs. So how do you want me? Do you want me?" His eyes found yours, searching for an answer as he slid his hand up and down the hard appendage. You moaned as you saw it shift in the perfect shape and girth for your pussy. "This one?" He circled the tip on your clit, his hips barely moving.

"Yes. I want." Were all the words you were able to speak out, that he needed to hear before you felt the head of his dick on your entrance. He gave it a few experimental thrusts, pushing forward more with every roll of his hips.

"Oh yes." He moaned, deep and breathless as he bottomed out, "Much better than a dream. You take me perfectly my sweet. Your body is responding so well to me. This cock is just what you needed isn't it? Fucking you deep, filling up your empty hole like no other."

You wanted to nod, to moan, to ask him for his name, to shake your hips into his. But all you could do was lie still as he moved back and forth above you, his hips pressing against yours, his face close to yours, your breath mixing together before he kissed you.

The kiss further muffled your moans as his pace increased, his hands grabbing hold of your hips, his nails leaving pink scratch marks on your skin as he started to hammer his hard cock into your pussy. Not even you realized how much you needed this. You needed him to fuck, and mark you, and drive you to the brink and pull you back. "Harder." You were able to say against him before he dove back into another, deeper kiss, his teeth nibbling and pulling at your lip before licking over it, constantly reminding you of what he is.

"Whatever you ask." He obliged with much glee, driving with cock deep it had to be kissing your cervix. "A little more and I bet I could open you up. But even in a dream I think that'd hurt a little too much." There was a darkness in his concerning tone telling you that despite knowing that he wanted to do it. "Let me hear you my sweet dreamer. I want to hear you come undone around my cock."

"Oh fuck!" The left your mouth before you could register it, your moans no longer held back some invisible force although your body was still paralyzed, rocking only because of his thrusts. "Yeah, fuck, make me come!"

"As many times you want." He drove his cock back and forth into your twitching, sensitive cunt, each thrust accompanied by wet slapping sounds of skin against skin. "Do you want my cum too? You've been so well behaved, I think you deserve it."

You could barely even choke out your confirmation before you were flooded by huge loads of cum. He kept fucking you through his orgasm, intent on getting you there too. His cum only made his cock more slippery, the length twitching and pulsing as it dragged against your quivering walls and pushed you over the edge. His arms went around your shoulders, his teeth latching onto you neck.

For a moment your pulse quickened, wondering if he would kill you now that he got what he wanted. It wasn't until you heard and felt a deep rumble from his chest that you realized he was completely calm. It irked you a little, you were all out of breath and shaking and here he was, still completely fine.

"A mark for you. So others know you're mine." He whispered against your skin, "Until next time my sweet dreamer." His voice echoed in your ears as you felt yourself fade into unconsciousness.

It was an emptiness and ache between your legs that you woke up with. Your whole body ached in fact. "Fuck. Was that... a dream?" Considering there was no one in your room but you and no cum between your legs, something that a part of you looked forward to seeing, it had to have been a dream. You rushed into the bathroom, you had to be sure.

There it was, a bite mark on your neck. Not a dream, not reality, but something in between.

A shiver went down your spine and straight between your legs as you remembered his words: "Until next time."

"Until tonight." You smiled into the mirror. It was brief but for a moment you swore you heard his voice, his chuckle, right behind you.

[elenamegan14]

Sell Me My Nightmare

Pairing: Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con (because Reader is still mostly unable to move) fear play, biting, dirty talk, blowjob, size kink, possessive sex, he is more friendly this time, Reader allowed to move a little

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Next part of my Sleep Paralysis Demon fic. The Reader can move a bit here cause I wanna get to an eventual chase scene that can really lean into the whole predator/prey dynamic. But this is bit more wholesome too since she knows him now.

It happened again, for the second time now you were rendered immobile on your own bed, kept warm by the covers and the surrounding walls. A dim light shone through, right to the foot of the bed where he hid.

Blue eyes locked onto yours sending a shiver down your spine, fear and arousal mixing as one. His head turned to an inhuman angle, then back again.

"I told you we would meet again, my sweet dreamer." Unable to greet him in your current state you blinked at him, a little out if still, adjusting to this in-between state of being.

Moonlight illuminated him as he crawled on top of you, pulling the blanket down in the process, leaving it a pile on the floor and your body free for him to explore again. His weight shifted on top of you, heavy but not crushing, his light blue tongue licking his mouth in anticipation of the delicious meal he was about to have.

"Have you missed me? I missed you." A deep rumble reverberated from his chest when he leaned down to nuzzle your neck and inhale your scent, "Certainly smells like you missed me too." He moved to the other side, examining the faint but still visible bite mark on your neck, "No other has had you while I was away. Good."

Sharp fangs nibbled on your neck, each press of the warm tongue and cold fangs sending shockwaves through you, "Y- Pl- Ne-" You choked on your words over and over, struggling to speak in your current state. "Want it." You spoke suddenly, by his will alone. "Why di-" Your breath hitched again. He was toying with you, letting you speak only when he wanted you to.

"Apologies my dear, you're all too fun to tease." Sharp claws dragged up your front, taking your shirt with them, a warm hand cupping your breast, the other joining soon after to play with you, roll the sharp ends of his claws around your nipples. Your body responded in the only way it could, with jerky movements and faint whimpers, and a quickly beating heart, "Still scared of me? If I wanted to devour you I would have done so already. No, I have much better plans for you, for us."

For us. That statement, for whatever reason, sounded right to you. There being an "us" between the two of you. Being his, having him be yours.

Even though you were underneath him, unable to move, pinned and helpless there was something you were feeling more than fear. Horny. He was making so incredibly horny, and with just a few touches and honied, whispered words too.

"I want you as well, my sweet. I was unable to forget about you since that night. How wonderful it felt to be one with you. How beautiful you were in the thorns of your release. How you begged and squeezed your hole around my length. I am positively aching to have you again." His growl send a flood directly between your legs and thankfully you were able to spread them just a little.

Perhaps you were to preoccupied with his hands and mouth on you to notice it before but now when he moved forward you felt his naked cock rubbing against you. Once you noticed it there was no denying it, you wanted him. This... demon who visited and ravished you, had his way with you and make you come on his cock like a bitch in heat. You wanted him again.

"Oh that's right." He chuckled and pulled away, his eyes roaming your body, "I've a taste of you before but you still haven't tasted me properly have you? We really should make it even." His flaws tore into your clothes like a wild animal, his predatory dangerous smirk spreading across his face. No blood was drawn from you, not a single drop even in his frenzied attack. "How beautiful you are, and all mine."

"Yo- yes." A single word of agreement was all that was needed from you. An admission in a voice so unlike your own, laced with nothing but pure lust.

"There's something I've been curious about since out last encounter." He kissed your cheek slowly, his fingers reaching down to part your folds, the others pressing against your lips, "Does your mouth feel as good as your cunt?" Your eyes widened at the question, pussy tightening around his intruding fingers. "Both should be claimed by me don't you think? Can't let another demon get any ideas here, I'm not the sharing sort."

As you opened your mouth to speak he was already on you, his hard cock right in front of your face, his large hands holding your head. Right. He wasn't human. With the way he talks and acts it's easy to forget. But those eyes, those teeth, that smile, they're unmistakably not human.

Your mouth was pushed open by his cock, fitting around it perfectly yet unable to take all of him down your throat without choking. He payed no mind to it, even when you showed visible struggle, "Breathe through your nose, slowly in and out, in and out. Like this." His hips started to roll back and forth, setting a snails pace, allowing you to relax, to follow his lead. He pulls back, you inhale, he pushes in, you exhale. "Good girl, you're doing great. I'll speed up a little, you keep breathing for me like that and I'll take care of the rest."

The taste was strong on your tongue but not unpleasant, rather it drove you wild, it made you want to move your head up and down his cock, to lick and kiss use your mouth for him. Why? Why won't he let you move? Does he think you would run? Would it matter if you did? Based on what you've seen he could catch you easily, pin your smaller body to the ground and take you any way he likes, in any position he likes.

"Is that what you dream about when I don't visit?" Your eyes panned up to his face. He was growling, clenching his teeth, drooling, "My dreamer has been so very needy. Shame we only have such limited time with each other. If I could see you in your world as well I would never get enough of you. How could I? You fit me so well, suck me so well. I would make you mine in both worlds. Would you like that?" He pulled back, letting his cock slap against your lips, smearing his thick cum over them with glee. "Talk."

"I..." Would you? You know nothing about him other then he's a demon and his cock is the best you've ever had. "Don't know. But I want you. Now, I want you now." His body shifted back down, his hands eyes never leaving yours while he lined himself up. He bent his head to the side again, then slowly to the other, observing how you struggled to move, to buck into him, anything. "You're wasting time."

To your surprise you found yourself able to wrap your legs around him, eliciting a loud rumbling sound from him as his cock pushed past your entrance. Unlike the first time he slid inside you with no pausing, as eager to be inside you as you were to have him there again. His hand took your wrist, his thumb easily bigger then your palm, his fingers long and thick but so gentle as they interlocked with yours.

The smallest jolts were enough to make your legs shake around him, to try to pull him closer. Your words were far and few in between among the moans and the whimpers, a mixture of, "Yes. Right there. It's so deep. So good." All of it served to make his cock pulse inside you every time your hips slapped against each other, every time his cock hit your that sensitive spot inside your pussy, that drove you wild, wild just like he was, that make you scream your orgasm out to him as your body continued to be moved back and forth by the sheer force of him pounding his cock into your pussyhole.

"Such a good feeling, having my cock squeezed by you like this." He dove forward and pinned your hands to the bed, his claws digging and tearing through the mattress. Sharp teeth sought out to renew the mark he made before, the pain making your pussy even tighter, "This one too, I'll have this hole too. All of you, soon my sweet, I'll will claim all of you." If possible his thrusts grew faster, rougher, his cock filling your tight hole with his creamy cum, marking you, just as he promised.

Every second of it was heaven, his lips kissing your neck, his body covering yours, his knees bent so he could get the best angle, his large hands covering yours, his growls of pleasure next to your ear, his cock still hot and throbbing inside your pussy. "Stay." You found yourself wanting.

"Want more of me already?" He laughed against your shoulder and nibbled on it.

"No. Well... I do but... stay like this until I wake up." You wished your hands were free so you could embrace him close. Heh, falling for a monster you only met twice, and both those times he fucked your pussy raw. How unromantic.

"My little dreamer, I assure you I'd keep you right here for eternity if I were able to." A slightly dangerous declaration, but tempting nonetheless. "I feed on no other you know. I could not bring myself to, after that night with you. They all tasted... foul. So fear not, we'll meet again soon. I'll be there to take all your troubles away. So please..." He rolled his hips against yours again, making your toes curl from how sensitive you were, "Be patient. And I, Xol, will reward you thoroughly."

Xol. He had a name.

"Xol." You whispered as the morning light hit your eyes. He wasn't there but just like before, you could still feel his lingering touch, his warmth and the promise of more.

[elenamegan14]

Hey there! I loved your headless horseman story! It was so spicy but I found myself giggling too. Can I ask for some fluff, maybe how the Reader met and was courted by the headless horseman?

Monster ask! Thank you, most of my asks rn are Spiderverse and anime themed. Not that I mind, but I like to write other stuff too.

Pairing: The Headless Horseman x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, meet-scary, flirting, gifts, midnight meetings, ghost stories and legends

A/N: I recently read a re-telling of the Headless Horseman called Raising the Horseman. Pretty good book, I'd recommend it.

Your first meeting was horrible, with you slapping his poor pumpkin head to the side of the road

All he wanted to was to help you find directions cause you seemed so lost in the forest, and there are dangerous animals at night that roam about

He wouldn't be a gentleman if he let a pretty lady get hurt on his watch

When he doesn't see you for a few days he's afraid he might have scared you off before getting the opportunity to say sorry

You heard many stories of the Sleepy Hollow and the Horseman, naturally you thought them as just that, stories

The encounter with the Headless Horseman proved to be much more then a ghost story

But there was still a seed of doubt in your mind, it could have been a prank, so you decided to go back, same time, same place

He was there again, feeding apples to his horse and certainly not vengeful or full of rage as you've heard

His pumpkin head jumps from his neck when you pat him on the shoulder, he's quick to catch it in his arms and clutch it close to his chest, laughing about how ironic it is that he's the one who got scared

This definitely wasn't a prank, it was real, he was real

Started to welcome you to his side of the bridge, patiently waiting for you and helping you up on his steed

To your surprise he could still see, taste, and even eat and drink, although in very small portions

Being from a different time he couldn't keep his eyes off you, the things you had, the things you wore, it was all so fascinating to him

Even though he saw all this progress this was the first time he ever got to talk to anyone from a new era, to be close to them

Would bring you what gifts he could, in the form of flowers mostly or something cute he carved up from wood

As he was dead for many, many years he was very out of practice with courting, often stumbling over his words when you'd flirt with him so openly

One thing he never lost though was his love of dancing, and its much more fun now that he has a lovely partner to share the dance with

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Characters: Dr. Ratio x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: taking bath together

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, ooc for Dr. Ratio since he's not out yet, a little obsessed

𝒟𝓇. 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜

“Do you have to read a book while we’re in the bathtub? It’s going to get ruined.” You, who were on the other side of the bathtub, were facing away from him and stretching out your back before laying your arms on top of the bathtub wall and your chin on top. Completely relaxing, the warm water is mixed with pedals from a rose, essential oils, and lots of bubbles.

“You can never stop the pursuit of knowledge, my dear.”

"You're right, but do you really have to do it while we take a bath together? But who cares you do you, I guess?” you sigh, grabbing an oil that was placed on the stool near the tub.

Pouring the slick liquid onto your hand and rubbing it in on your shoulders and collarbone The water from the tub moves around as your lover puts his book down, moves over to your side, and presses his chest against your back.

"Need some help?” Grabbing the oil and pouring it onto his own hand, he started to massage your back, working up into your muscles. Rubbing and massaging your spine, moving his hands up and down the skin of your back

You hum in pleasure, feeling the warmth of his chest press against your back and his breath hitting the back of your neck. You lean back into his touch. “It feels so good.”

He smiles, planting his head on your shoulder. “Of course it does.” You close your eyes and lean your body back.

You sigh, lying there, knowing your body would start to get pruney, but who cares? The water is nice.

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