#yandere incubus x reader

[meo-eiru]

Rules

[gojossugarcandy]

A tired girl is aching to get some sleep when her karma doesn't let her.

An act of laziness and, well, cheating got her to her lowest. The act being summoning of a devil, an incubus, to cure her boredom. This girl had her summer vacations going on and her friends had abandoned her on the very first minute of it.

So she decided to poke around and found out about a spell that summoned an incubus. Not believing in this nonsense, she decided to try it out. Well, there was an upside and a downside.

Upside -> She got a boyfriend who oozed out sexual energy like hell

Downside -> This boyfriend was not one who pampered her but was to be pampered.

Lavi was a fucking bitch in heat who always clung to Y/n.

Never letting her take a breather.

And a few times he was abandoned, when Y/n was going on a night out or something (not with her friends but just visiting a bar for a drink) then he would get very pouty and thus established some rules. One of them being, you going out with him and your friends only.

One fine evening, while You sat on your bed with Lavi on your lap, your hand combing through his hair, while he was going through some weird incubus hentai manga and criticizing it to be very inaccurate and boring.

Then, a sudden notification pop caught your and his attention.

A notification from your dead friends!

Grout Chat - Drunkard - Guys, Let's go on a night out. Playboy - Man, I was waiting for you to say that Bestie - I feel like i am dying. Finally someone revived the dead chat

Then, you start chatting with them, a huge smile etched on your face. A smile Lavi didn't want to be due to others. Only he should make you smile like that. You can smile only with him. And so on, the possessive thoughts went on....

You suddenly stood up due to which his body was forced out of your lap causing his mood to instantly change.

"The heck? Why did you do that?!" His expression of irritation is ignored by you, who was too busy finding clothes.

You start changing into a different pair of clothes. Very revealing clothes.

He was dumbfounded for a second before he also got up, excited to go out with you, excited for your first date or whatever humans call it.

After changing, you turn around to take a mirror pic and showed your dress to him, when you noticed his giddy smile.

Confused, you ask "Are you so happy to see me go out of the house or something?"

He looked at you, now he was the confused one as he declared,

"Cutie, aren't we going out together?" he asked before adding in,

"Didn't we already agree that you would always go out with me only??"

"Oh! nonono, there has been a misunderstanding here. I am going out with my friends for a night out, It's a friends thing and plus i thought i agreed to going out with you also and not you only"

In the blink of an eye, the mood changed. The room suddenly felt colder, your clothes too open and his stare too suspicious.

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath, your adrenaline, released due to your flight-or-fight instinct, already reaching every cell in your body already, until your notification sound pops. No, you were far too busy staring at those eyes, too fearful to break the eye contact.

You snapped your head at the direction of the nightstand, where your phone was kept.

But he forcefully held your jaw with one hand, snapping it back to re-establish the eye contact.

His nerves were popping out, eyes angry, pupils too small and his tail swinging wildy.

You tried to push away the hand on your jaw when he held your hand.

Now, the anger wasn't limited to his eyes only. It spread all over his face. His expression was terrifying you. He then declared, in a very deep voice,

"Going Out With 'Friends' Without Me?! Since When Were You Allowed To Do That?! Ha! Don't Make Me Laugh!"

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@meo-eiru(The image up there belong to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had no motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

Well, here we go again, with copying the text and pasting it. Lavi seems like the kind of character who acts cute and nice when you agree with him but the moment you are, like, opposing or simply disagreeing with him, he would get angry and very very scary. It is kind of similar to Silas but he won't get angry. He will just laugh freakily and like correct you with his alluring voice.

[laroserie]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖥻 yandere incubus

— character : yandere!incubus oc ( not named yet )

— content : x gender neutral reader , bullets points fic , yandere , unhealthy / toxic behavior , suggestive , incubus force himself on reader ( not in a sexual way )

— authors note : plan on writing somes kind of drabbles about him, i like this character :), but for the moments accept this fic ? ( i dont know how to name it. )

⦁ yandere!incubus how just stumble into you in school or at the supermarket, he see you and decide that he found his dinner, he will follow you home like he do for all his preys, its nothings out of the usual for him.

⦁ he just follow people he found somewhat attractive to their house and then go about his day, until it noon, only then will he go to their house and decide to feed himself

⦁ so he just do like usual for you, he doesn't think much of it, he enter your bedroom thought the window, silly human forgot to close it properly ( and even if you did, he could get inside, incubus are demons after all ), and once he make sure he get right to business.

⦁ he climb on top of your sleeping body, and start intruding your dreams, taking of course someone else appearance, someone you like or just find pretty and couldn't mind doing indecent activities.

⦁ as he finish feeding himself, something click inside of him, he feel weird. a bit disturbed ? he can't quite put the finger on it but it felt weird. an enticing kind of weird. it make the demon want for more, more of it, more of you.

⦁ and then he find himself coming back a second, third, fourth time, and suddenly he come to you every-night, the incubus doesn't need to feed himself every days, so some nights he just stare at your sleeping form, all cuddled up in your blanket as you sleep peacefully not aware of the demon being in the same room as you

⦁ at first it out of curiosity, how can an human, such an inferior being make him feel like this, but suddenly the curiosity transform into interest, which become love to finally be obsession.

⦁ the incubus want more than just seeing you at night so he start stalking you in your every days life, he learn your schedule, he may even go as far as going to the same school or try to get hired at your work-place ( and if the 'regular' way doesn't work, he will just use his power, remember darling, he is an demon ), he will befriend you, try to become your 'best-friend'. he often make suggestive jokes, or comments, always trying to fluster you, he sometime out right propose you to have 'fun' together. ( just to be rejected , by you thinking he was once again joking )

⦁ now that he is your friend he doesn't have to stalk you as much as he used to do ! he insist on walking you home, going to the grocery store together ect ... ( he will still stand watching you sleep in your bedroom though )

⦁ and at some point, he just can't support having to change himself, having to take the appearance of someone else. after all how could you love someone that isn't him ? after all, if he is so obsessed by you why aren't you with him, its not fair right darling ?

⦁ so he decided that the best thing to do was to take out the competition, your cute classmate that helped you on your science homework ? he felt down the stairs in his house and broke his neck ! your work colleague that you always found attractive ? he killed himself after a series of unlucky events ! he even go as far as taking out anyone you found remotely attractive ( make sense as to why the gas station near your house keep having new cashiers ), and how did he know about all those persons ? well silly, you tell him everything about your love life, after all isn't he your closest friend ?

⦁ soon enough, the demon doesn't have to shapeshift into some else to feed himself

⦁ – oh beloved you finally realised i'm who you truly want ? ♡

⦁ after that point on, be ready for him to confess his love for you at any moment.

⦁ the incubus could most likely do it in the following week, he can't contain himself any longer ! do you know how much you made him wait ?

⦁ he will confess in a classic way, ask you to join him at a restaurant and tell you that he hold very strong feelings toward you

⦁ you of course accept, after all why not ? he is attractive, fun and kind toward you ( if you forget his habits of teasing you and making not so appropriate jokes )

⦁ from that point on you are dammed. you cannot get rid of him ever, he will be even more clingy.

⦁ and worst, he will be openly possessive and jealous, before it could be limited to some comments, now its full on lectures about why its wrong to smile to the cashier, to help your classmate on their work, to make a cup of coffee for a work colleague.

⦁ adding to that the fact that you won't be able to leave him, he is a demon, an incubus, he know how to use his charm and words to guilt trip you into thinking that yes, you are the bad guy, you are in the wrong, you should feel bad for what you did.

⦁ after all your boyfriend is just looking out for you ! what if they misunderstood your kindness for flirting and tried to put their dirty hands on you !

⦁ outside of that, he could probably tell you about his non-human nature soon after starting officially dating ( for him you starting unofficially dating the third time he came feed himself on you ), he feel the need to tell you the truth and what could go wrong right ?

⦁ well if you don't believe him, he will show you his wings and others demonic characteristics.

⦁ if you decide that it's too much and try to break up with him, no you can't. he will try to persuade you to stay with him and if that do not work he will resort to more extreme ways. drug you and tie you up in his basement is not off limit but don't worry he will take good care of you ! the incubus will make sure you have silky ribbons to tie your hands and ankles when he isn't home, when he is you will be free to walk around his basement, sorry darling the rest of the house is off limit but look ! all of your favourites books, dvds, games, music are here. you won't get bored that quickly ! oh also the entire basement is soundproof and babyproof so good luck trying to hurt yourself or get the outside attention

⦁ if you decide to stay with him his 'affection' will only growth, he will only be more possessive, jealous ... overall crazy about you ! and you soon will end up in the same position as if you decided to broke up with you. overall he can't let anyone steal you away, you are so much safer in his basement ! hided from the outside world !

[bloodyboi]

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[bunnis-monsters]

All you could ever need

Yandere!Incubus x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 6th

Oct 5th

Oct 7th

warnings: dubcon, somnophilia, aphrodisiac, yandere behavior, soft sex

summary: When an incubus takes interest in you, being in love with another person is dangerous.

The incubus is so soft and sweet on you. He gives you the best wet dreams, getting to fuck you every single night.

But then he comes, looking into your subconscious to think of something fun to try.

And he sees you’ve got a little crush on some… human.

It’s the first time he’s ever felt jealous. Before he met you and stopped feeding on others, he could care less if the person he was fucking has a boyfriend, wife, lover, etc.

But just the thought of you liking someone enough to be having wet dreams about them… now that pissed him the hell off.

He sat in his room, his soft pink robe on as he combed out his long hair. He was beautiful, loved by men and women alike. The incubus could have anyone he wanted… yet you, the woman he desired was attracted to a mere mortal that could never give you what he could.

With a flick of his tail his appearance could become whatever you wanted. You wanted a feminine man with soft eyes that loved to be pushed around? Or maybe a well built man that could manhandle you and lift you up like you weighed nothing? He could be that for you.

But what he didn’t understand was that you didn’t love based on appearances. The reason you loved your crush was because he had been kind to you when you were both children.

The incubus flicked his tail in annoyance, watching as you touched yourself to the thought of your crush being the one to play with your fat cunt.

He had enough of this. With a flap of his wings, he took off towards your crush’s home. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make you all his.

The news of your crush’s death certainly ruined your week. You called off of work, too devastated to leave your bed.

Now you felt guilty when your cunt became wet at the thought of him. You couldn’t even bring yourself to play with your clit.

But your incubus lover that you weren’t aware of watched from your window. He’d ease your suffering…

As you drifted off, wet and uncomfortable, he slipped in, sinking his fangs into your neck and injecting an aphrodisiac. He’d fuck the sadness and guilt out of you.

His fingers toyed with your clit for a moment before he moved to your tight hole, pumping them in and out as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive spot of your neck.

He could tell you needed this, his poor baby was so stressed. Maybe it was slightly his fault for killing the man you loved,

You woke up just as his ribbed cock pressed into your, making your clench around him and cum instantly. You felt so hot, your hips moving uncontrollably.

“W-who-?”

Your eyes looked into his. His skin was a soft purple, his eyes a black void. “Hush, darling…”

His tail rubbed against your clit as he continued to fuck into you. There was so much love behind his touch that you were left a moaning mess.

“Just relax… I’m all you could ever need.”

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[heartfullofleeches]

[Suggestive]

Reader: Hey, C?

C.C [Yan Incubus]: Yeah?

Reader: In your true form, are your cocks like this?

[Reader holds up a conjoined popsicle]

Reader: Or like this?

[Reader snaps the popsicles in two - stacking one on top of the other]

C.C: Hmmmmm... Dunno- You'll have to talk to my lawyer about that..

Reader: Didn't you ask me to defend you in court last week after you ran over that guy who said he liked my jacket?

C.C, unbuckling his belt: Yup.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

“Hey, Doll. Why don’t you join me for a bath?” Tynan asks, an easy smirk on his face. He likes watching your reactions, whether you’re teasing him or getting flustered. It’s cute, honestly.

Oh man, Tynan thinks. He’s really down bad. He didn’t really think he’d (1) want you beyond a physical relationship and (2) want to capture you so you’ll be wholly his, forced to rely on him and only him. These thoughts used to baffle him (and maybe they do still baffle him somewhat), but he honestly doesn’t care too much anymore. Still…

Tynan isn’t sure when his breaking point was.

Was it when he was first lured in by your dreams? When he first got a taste of you? When he first decided to stay for a little longer than he usually would?

You appealed to Tynan’s tastes quite a bit, more than any other human had, but that wasn’t his breaking point, was it? Your guardian angel and his obsession with you was intriguing, but that certainly wasn’t Tynan’s breaking point, either. Sure, your guardian angel gave Tynan some source of amusement and it was a surprise that you could even see your own guardian angel, but that wasn’t enough to make Tynan spiral.

His competitiveness with your guardian angel did make Tynan more touchy and affectionate (and wow, did he like touching you), but that wasn’t his breaking point, either.

Tynan seriously can’t wrap his head around it. Sex is casual. Relationships are casual. But here you are, making him want to get consumed by you. Here you are, making him jealous of all things. 

Tynan doesn’t like emotions or attachments – it’s pointless, really – but he wants to overload you with his feelings for you, attaching you to his side forever. He wants to take you back with him to his home so he can lock you up and hide you away from the world forever. If you’re there, he doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll never need anyone else ever again.

“Tynan?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Do you want me to wash your hair?” 

The question makes him smile. You’re really too cute. It’s to the point that you’re the only thing that matters to him.Yeah, that’s right – it doesn’t matter what his breaking point was. All that matters is that you’ve made him break his long streak of detachment and he’s not planning on ever letting go.

[yanderedrabbles]

Can you do a noncon of yandere!Incubus x reader?

Yandere Incubus x Nun Reader

Incubus - derived from Latin incubō "nightmare, what lies down on one whilst one sleeps" and further from incubāre "to lie upon."

You woke up with your entire body paralysed. You wanted to scream - for the abbot, the mother superior, anyone.

But you couldn't. You couldn't even move your tongue enough to swallow.

Your rapid breathing was the only sign you were awake at all. Your body lay limp as in sleep. Was this some curse? Had you sinned so horribly that this was your punishment?

It must certainly be the new priest's fault.

He was so handsome, so tall and soft spoken. Your mind had wandered into sin without meaning to. You had knelt at the altar all afternoon, begging for forgiveness from the Virgin Mother.

And yet you had indulged in lustful thoughts all the same. This nightmare was surely your punishment.

"Hush now, dear one."

A voice right next to your ear.

You wanted to scream, to run, to do anything. Who was in your bed? What manner of demon had come to punish you in your worst hour?

You could smell the faintest hint of incense and rosewood. It was the smell of the chapel, of rosaries and prayer. Why did this stranger smell like he belonged here?

A hand came to rest on your thigh.

"Be not afraid."

The man's hand slowly drifted upward, pushing your negligee aside and bearing your skin to the cold convent air.

"All sins must have their penance, sister. I have come to give you yours."

The voice had grown closer and now his lips brushed your cheek. His hand reached the top of your thigh and slowly began to move toward your sex.

Your legs were closed tight and curled towards you slightly, so all his probing fingers found was the barest hint of your slit. Still, it sent tingles all across your cunt when his fingers brushed your panties.

"Such devotion you have, sister. But your lust creeps through."

The stranger's voice was deep but quiet, and somehow familiar.

You thought he would stop at your panties but you were wrong. His hand continued upwards, pulling your negligee with it. He hummed softly to himself and scraped his nails across the skin of your belly.

"When you kneel at the the altar and think still of sin, is that not blasphemy?"

His nails felt far sharper and far thicker than any human's. Claw like almost.

He cupped your naked breast in his hand for a long moment before squeezing it gently. His fingers found your nipple and teased at it, pinching and rolling. How could a stranger's touch feel so good? How could it make you burn inside?

Surely this was no man, but a demon sent to torment you with lust.

His breath was growing ragged and he pressed himself closer against you. Something firm and long ground itself against your ass cheeks, demanding entrance.

His hand abandoned your aching nipple and came to rest against your throat. It was a terrible reminder - this man could cut off your breath with a single squeeze.

"It is God’s will that you should be sanctified."

His cock pushed at the apex of your thighs and slowly slid between them, your cunt lips rubbing along the length of him.

He groaned softly, his hand tightening around your throat. He slowly thrust himself between your thighs and the slick wetness of your pussy dripped onto him.

You felt your body growing warmer and warmer. The pit of your stomach ached in a way that could only be satisfied by his cock. And yet he continued to deny you - rubbing himself between your thighs and teasing your cunt with the friction.

No, you mustn't give in to your desire. This was undoubtedly some incubus, some demon.

And even knowing that, you want to be fucked by it. By him.

He was going faster now and the friction against your clit was unbearable. If you had a voice, you would have been whimpering.

He moaned, deep in his throat. His stubble grated against your cheek as he dipped his mouth toward your neck. He brushed his lips across your skin, tracing lower and lower, until his lips rested at the sensitive juncture between shoulder and neck.

"Shall I leave a mark, sister? So that you may look upon it and be reminded of your sin?"

He nipped at your skin and his teeth felt dangerously sharp.

"Shall I leave a mark? So that you may look upon it and know you have been cleansed?"

His hand still rested on your neck and he used it to pull you closer against him. You felt yourself choke and panic ripped through your body.

He chuckled, and it sounded strangely lecherous combined with his ragged breathing and the slick sound of his cock fucking your thighs. Thankfully he loosened his grip once he was satisfied with your closeness and you could breathe again.

"The dawn comes." He dropped his hand from your throat to your waist and held you flush against him. You could feel hard muscles that flexed with every thrust.

"I long to stay, sister. But doesn't th-the bible say to ask penance in the d-darkest hour?" He was struggling to keep his composure as his cock rammed itself between your legs.

He held you in place with his arm curled around you. Your thighs were warm and slick and almost as sweet as pussy. Oh, how he ached for you.

His breath was coming faster and he growled a little with every thrust. Your poor clit was aching from overstimulation but if he knew about it, he didn't care. His fingers dug painfully into your flesh and he pressed his face against your shoulder to stifle his moans.

You felt close to the edge yourself. Your nipples were burning to be touched and you felt your insides knotting up.

"You filthy fucking sinner," he growled and that was all it took.

You were still riding the waves of your orgasm when he bit your neck and snarled. His cock throbbed against your thighs and hot cum spilled across your slit and down your legs.

He breathed in slowly. When he spoke, he sounded almost mocking.

"Worry not for your sins, sister."

He pulled his cock out from between your thighs. His hands drifted over you, pulling your negligee and panties back into place. His finger scraped up some of the cum on your legs and touched it to your lips, smearing it across them like some perverse kiss.

"Afterall, purificati sumus per caritatem."

You felt the bed dip as he climbed off. Strangely, without his touch you felt yourself slowly falling back asleep. A single thought haunted you as his footsteps faded away.

'Purificati...' wasn't that the exact same phrase the young priest kept using in his sermon?

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Sweet Dreams

Kinktober Day 15: Somnophilia

Yandere Incubus x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, somnophilia, kidnapping, possessive yandere, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 497

(Decided to force myself into writing and posting today instead of tomorrow. Hope you all love it ❤️)

Remzael was an incubus. Like most of his species, he took in physical sustenance but supplemented it with the sexual energy released by the orgasms of mortals.

This was completely harmless to the humans involved.

A lot of what they did was give mortals wet dreams and then take in that delicious lust. Occasionally, they may masturbate the human they are feeding from while giving them lewd dreams.

It was very rare for an incubus to outright fuck a mortal. It was equally rare for an incubus to target the same person more than a couple of times.

But when Remzael first tasted your energy and peeped into your dreams, he couldn't help himself. You made him feel alive.

He used his powers to slip into every part of your mind and observe your personality, hopes, and fantasies. You were so perfect for him. But you had such a hard life. Wasting away in an impoverished village too inconsequential to even warrant a name.

He couldn't help visiting you every single night. Fucking you in every possible position while you slept.

When you had been particularly tired, he would do so gently, carefully slipping into your hole that he, of course, lovingly lubed and stretched before sinking into the warmth of your insides.

You would snore away, occasionally moaning or babbling in pleasure, as he thrust into you. Your dreams were erotic, filled with all of your kinks.

Remzael was hungry for more than just sex, though. He also visited your dreams directly to spend time with you.

Every morning, you'd wake up with faint memories of a handsome entity in your dreams. His features were demonic, but he was as kind as an angel. He had black hair, two short horns on his forehead, a black spade tail, and pink skin.

You'd dream of cuddling with him, chatting with him, and watching the stars together. Always after the best sex you'd ever had.

This still was not enough for the demon, though. In the rare event that demons fall in love, they quickly become beyond possessive. He needed to own you, and he needed to be the subject of all of your thoughts in the same way that you were the subject of all of his. He hated when you were awake. He wanted you in bed with him.

He decided that instead of 6 your home at night, you'd visit his realm for an eternity.

The next time he visited you, you became one of the exceedingly few humans who had ever crossed into Somnus. A domain of Hell from which all sleep demons originate.

Remzael had molded a pocket of Somnus to fit your fantasies and dreams.

The next time you woke up, you'd find yourself on the softest bed in a wondrous mansion. You'd see the sweet demon from your dreams standing over you with his cock hard and eager to plunge into you for the first time while you were fully conscious.

[yanoverload]

F3mb0ycoõmer sent $2000 dollars: Could you please count to five and tell me I did good?

Ramune: Who do you sick fucks think I am? Your girlfriend? Your sad poor hand that you use to jack off that small limp dick? That money isn't even enough for me to say I can stand near you.. Ugh you're all insufferable pathetic insects it almost makes me depressed.

Also Ramune: I told darling they could ask for anything and I would get it for them and they asked me for 10 chicken nuggets. TEN.

Darling: maybe 5 then?

Ramune: I JUST GOT 6K AFTER SHOWING MY ASS. YOU COULD ASK FOR A HUMAN SIZED NUGGET MADE BY GORDON RAMSEY HIMSELF.

Darling:.... 15?

[konigsblog]

cw: somnophillia, non-con. 18+

incubus-könig is the evil spirit that takes you whilst you're fast asleep.

you poor thing... you can barely even think straight, or mutter a coherent plea for it to all stop, let alone string a sentence together. your head fuzzy and your body numb and aching, the disturbing feeling of his sharp claws digging into your soft flesh, scratching down your hips and thighs, whilst hammering against your bruised cervix.

so naive for sleeping without clothing on, as if this is what you wanted – to lure könig in, and let him take you how he pleases..

regardless, he'd claw it off your sleeping, limp body to take what he believes he deserves.

[meo-eiru]

Yandere Bratty Incubus

(Read from right to left)

[2-dsimp]

What if Uriel and M/C are on a date or hangout at home and an X-rated scene pops up and M/C says "We should do that."

Cw: suggestive

Uriel’s inner monologue : Love over lust, love over lust, love conquers all! I shall not be tempted Dreamie! No matter how much I want to treat you like a bleep and bleep you and bleep your lovely bleep until I can’t bleep no more. Just like in the movie.

[lustlovehart]

Hi, will you continue with the twisted wonderland monster au? Could you write something about vile, please?

Bed and Desperation

A/n: This ask was from so long ago 😭. Also, I wasn’t too sure if you wanted Yandere or not? The monster Au is a Yandere Au, but just n case I didn’t make it like extreme, kinda.

Pairing: Incubus! Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Summary: [Yandere] Even during a mission, the wretched monsters you hunt can’t leave you alone, and unfortunately, the incubus that accompanies you today is one of them, and it wouldn’tbe the first time you’ve found yourself held by his arms.

Warnings: Heavily Suggestive, as well as implied NSFW, Reader has injuries, Vil’s a meanie, Seduction (Vil to Reader), Stitches, Biting, Part nudity (Reader is in their underwear)

The bedsheets on your mattress smell heavenly.

This isn’t your bed, since when did you wash your blankets?

It also seems to have an extra weight added to it. The softest hands on your waist are felt, as well as the feeling of a skinny tail being tightly wrapped around your thigh.

“What the…” Your eyes look down, glossing over the hand that’s currently spooning you, only looking at the numerous bandaged wounds and stitches on your skin. It’s only when you finally look at the culprit who fixed you up do you understand.

You really should’ve known, with such well-manicured hands that have been moisturized to hell and back, and the most heavenly scent shifting in the air, there really should’ve been no doubt in your mind.

You’re in bed with Vil Schoenheit. The all-famed model and actor, who’s well renowned for his feats.

The well-known incubus who has led millions to their downfall.

And unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the first time you were in his bed. Seems even a hunter isn’t immune to such charms.

Maybe if I get out quietly… Your hand slowly takes hold of his, moving it away from your waist as you slide to the side of the mattress. Your footsteps are gentle as you glide towards the door, at this point you’re about to turn the doorknob before the sound of the bed creaking attracts your attention.

The sight of bright purple diamond-shaped pupils gives paints an irritation on your face, the purple tattoos of mist dully glowing on his fit lean body, and pretty horns a companied by a golden crown, also serving in your annoyance.

“Your hands are so calloused, even the tiniest touch would have woken me up anyway.”

“Damn it…” his body is propped up on his elbow as he looks up and down at your body, only an oversized t-shirt and underwear covering any sense of decency you have.

You still remember the previous night, having suffered blows with a monster somewhere in the inn you were sent to. You had stripped yourself of your clothes in an empty room to tend to your injuries before losing consciousness from your lack of sleep.

Curse you, Crowley, if you hadn’t sent me on an extra assignment I could’ve gotten some rest and not end up here…!

“Are you gonna thank me? Or does hunting not come with any lessons in etiquette?”

“Thank you for…?” His head leans down with a sigh, before throwing the blanket off and covering himself in his very unnecessarily luxurious robe, you distantly remember passing by a vendor selling the exact same robe for 360,000 madol. I hate rich people.

“What? Did you think you bandaged yourself up in your sleep?” His footsteps are heard as he slowly walks towards you, his eyes still looking over every inch of your body for any injuries he could’ve possibly missed.

“Obviously not… Wait, hey why did you make me sleep in your bed if you were sleeping there too…?!” You don’t move from your spot, staying in place to show you’re not bothered, your finger being the only thing that moves as you point it at him.

When he gets close to you, his face leans in towards your own, making you accidentally lean back from shock, causing a sharp pain blooming on the side of your thigh at that exact moment. He quickly catches you before you have the chance to fall, laying you on his bed once more.

“Hah, look, now you’ve undone my work. I should really…” he pauses before sighing for the second time tonight, “Stay still.” He doesn’t finish his thought, only grabbing a needle and thread, his left hand taking hold of the fat under your thigh, lifting it slightly up so he can work easier.

“You didn’t answer my question Vil…” he looks up for a moment, giving you that prideful smirk he’s always shown when he feels triumph, the ridges on his horns being more noticeable, making the expression he holds remind you, he is in fact, still a monster. You’re sure the next words that leave his mouth will be something you can’t counter, so it’d be best to prepare yourself for embarrassment.

“Hmm? I thought you wouldn’t mind considering we’ve slept in a bed together before, even done more than sleeping—“

“Okay yeah, never mind don’t answer me please.”

“I think it’s a fair trade, let me demean you for being so careless and I’ll get you back to the way you were.” He’s being mean again. Every time you meet him he’s always nitpicking you about some imperfection on your person, whether it be messy hair, wrinkled clothes, eye bags, or even scars from your job.

Yet he always stays to fix them up. You still remember the last time when you had noticeable eye bags and he gasped at the sight, grabbing his own formula of beauty cream and rubbing it into your skin with his fingers.

“Those eye bags of yours are looking better, did you use what I gave you, or did you get better sleep?” His fingers still skillfully sewing your skin together with the thread, the pain bearable but stillthere nonetheless.

“I only did your eye cream, it works though— Hey…!” Now instead of your leg being in pain, it’s your cheeks, his fingers taking hold of your jaw, squishing the fat of your face together.

“That’s not good enough.” When you reply your voice comes out slightly muffled from your muscles being squeezed together, your hand reaching up to massage the soreness in your face when he releases you from his grip.

“Okay okay sorry, Blame my boss, he keeps sending me on back-to-back missions without rest, it’s not my fault!” He pauses for a moment after, the thread through your skin freezing alongside him. “… Vil…?”

“Then why don’t you find a new job?”

“I’m not suited for any other job.” A single leaves him, though you can’t tell if it’s one of humor or one of pity. His hand that was previously holding up your thigh curves and takes your free hand, ghosting his breath over it as he places a kiss on the palm of your skin.

“Riddle said you’re terrible at your job, and, if you didn’t notice, all of us are still alive and well.” He’s acting all romantic while saying such a thing to you. Charm, charm is a part of his pathetic abilities but he doesn’t seem to be using that right now. He’s acting. He’s acting… he has to…

He’s right.

“[Name], it seems out of this entire group, not a single of us has been slain yet. Please, tell me why that is?” He pulls your hand down, making you lean in closer to him, your face only inches away from his own. His pretty face. “I have a better job for you.”

“Are you saying you want me to work for you…?” Your voice stays firm, maybe if you try holding your ground he’ll leave you alone. Maybe…? Your head lingers around his, before realizing this distance is a little too close for comfort.“It’s a no Vil.” You finally move away from them, your eyes looking for something else to garner their attention.

Vil’s eyes don’t break hold from yours despite your desperate attempts to move away from his gaze.

“Pity, you would’ve done beautifully at it, had you accepted. A perfect fit, only if you worked hard at it of course.” Now you’re just curious as to what this secret job was before turning it down. But, you’ll leave it as a mystery.

His fingers sew in the rest of the skin, when he finishes threading the wound closed though, he doesn’t cut off the string, only placing the needle down on your thigh before looking back up at you.

“[Name], you know, you’re beautiful. It’s a shame you don’t make the effort to maintain that.” He takes your hands in his right palm, standing back up to his full height before dropping the two of you on his bed.

“But I do? At least I think so, I do what you tell me to do anyway.” His knee is positioned to the side of your thigh as his tail draws patterns in your skin.

“But that’s not enough, I need you to go further than that, dear.”

…

He doesn’t use dear on you outside of bed.

You really can’t tell if he’s using his charm from being an incubus or just being an extremely good actor. Either way, it’s unfortunately working.

“Vil, I need to go back, my boss will be questioning where I am—“ his finger is swiftly placed on your lips, shushing you from speaking any further.

“And you will go back, I’ll let you leave when you want, of course, just indulge for a moment.” Indulge… He’s being tempting again. “I will make you reach a height you’ve never experienced before.”

For the third time of the night, you’re scandalously doing something with this… this monster, you shouldn’t be doing. Let alone for a third time.

If Crowley finds out… You can’t. Your hand quickly escapes his grasp to grab the needle he left in your thigh, snapping the thread ready to jab it through his eyes.

You’re only a centimeter away from his pupil, only being stopped by a hand that tightly grips your wrist.

“I’m disappointed, and that’s the first time. It’s a shame [Name], it seems we’ll just have to keep playing your silly game of Hunter.” Before you have a chance to react, he pulls your arm up and bites into your flesh, your vision going dark immediately after.

The dimly lit hallways of the inn you were stationed at are the first sight you see, the second being the corpses of the monsters you were sent to kill.

You’re sat on the carpet floors, the moon of the night still shining through the windows. The clothes you were originally wearing are back on your skin, with tears and grime from your previous ministrations still there.

Could he have used hallucinations…? No that felt too real.

There seems to be only one way to check, your fingers grip the end of your shorts, slowly pulling them up, your eyes peaking over and seeing exactly what you hoped you wouldn’t.

Black seams from stitches.

“Damn it…” your head hits the wall behind you, as your arms collect your legs and hug them to your chest.

It’s a shame you spared him the first time around, maybe if you had killed him you would have one less beast on you.

Oh right, he’s not the only one.

You go back to burying your head in your knees, the sound of footsteps resonating through the empty halls of the inn, the light from the windows shining through to show off who it is.

“Crowley, what do you want—”

“That was the third time you met with that incubus wasn’t it?”

…What?

“You know…?” He doesn't have that usual “humble” smile, his lips shut in a straight line, a sight you’re only seeing for the first time.

“I’ve always known.” your heart starts beating faster in your chest. What now? What will he do knowing you’ve broken the code? Everything you’ve done will go in vain if he rides himself off you. You won’t get to see any of them anymore, you won’t be able to finish your job and finally kill them off, you won’t—

Crowley’s hand is wobbly. He’s not real. A hallucination by Vil. Wait but… Is this inn…

Even real at all?

A/n: Ahaha, I need someone to strap me to a chair so I actually finish the first chapter of the Monster Au. Heartslaybul has been neglected and only Riddle’s portion has been finished. Ahaha.

[bunnis-monsters]

Looking for some yandere requests, maybe a little angst(but not too much)? Can be monster related or just yanderes in general. You can send me new requests or add onto the ideas below!!

Some ideas I have so far

Yandere!Incubus finds out you have a crush on a human(sneak peek available in my server)

Yandere!Stripper(monster or human) falls in love with you, the bartender and is determined to make his cute chubby love all his. Very possessive and catty, a pretty boy with an attitude(but very sweet on you)

Yandere(could be a monster, could be human, can’t decide) learns your limits when threatening your family. You breakdown and ask if he loves you, why would he hurt you so badly, he’s confronted with the idea that his love is twisted. Maybe gets angry or feels apologetic, but can’t let you go. Perhaps lets you call your family while he monitors you?

Yandere(could be monster/human) who has anger issues and accidentally hurts you. Spirals, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he’s hurt the most precious thing to him, the person he wants to protect is now in pain because of him.

(Please don’t ask to use my ideas, I am uncomfortable with it)

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