Imagine finding out about Kieran and Piper long before anyone else and blackmailing the former into being your sex slave. You don’t actually do anything to stop them from killing, and actually do Kieran while he’s the Lakewood Slasher.

Imagine Dr. Decker deciding to breed you.

Your assailant was wearing a mask and you weren’t sure whether to be relieved or not. The black buttons kept the nature of his stare a secret, but there was still the open zipper, revealing his hungry mouth. Whatever he wanted, it couldn’t have been good for you. 

Maybe it was better to think of him as a captor, not an assailant. Maybe he wanted a ransom. There was the knife, but he hadn’t overtly threatened you with it. 

“…Families like cesspools. Filth making filth making filth.” Your hope had distracted you. But you didn’t feel like asking him to repeat himself. “But not us. You see, I was born to breed you.” 

Decker’s love confession was terrifying, but not as terrifying as the subsequent murder confessions. But you were “safe.” 

This is all he wants to do, you thought while he stripped away your wet panties. 

The thought of this killer so full of hate wanting you, wanting to inseminate you, making you bear his spawn… 

You unfastened Decker’s pants and asked him to keep his mask unzipped—“At least this time,” you breathed—so he could go more in depth about why he wanted to breed you.

Imagine the Repo Man being your mentor. And Luigi getting a little too excited watching you being instructed where to cut.

Imagine Theo deciding to have some extra fun corrupting you.

How was Theo going to pry you away from Scott? You didn’t have a Desert Wolf or a Donovan after you. Not that the chimera wanted you in danger. Still, seeing your sweetness dissolve away a bit would be nice.

Lucky for Theo, you let slip that you had had a thing for Void Stiles. Your penchant for bad boys wasn’t something you could act on. At least, not knowingly. Not yet. It actually turned Theo on. It turned him on that you would be turned if only you knew the heart that beat for you, fueled his boners, was literally stolen.

He was going to absolutely ruin you.

Imagine being an actress from Frat Party Massacre. While that was the only movie Susan Malloy was in, it was the start of your successful horror movie career. Turns out your ex-boyfriend and her ex-husband Brad killed her in part because he wanted to impress you.

Imagine being able to relate to Kit Walker.

If Briarcliff allowed you access to postal services, the love letters would disturb you more than the hate mail. And unfortunately, one fan of “your” work is closer than you know.

Unlike Kit, you’re definitely guilty, Dr. Thredson reasons. Because you’re the perfect partner for Bloody Face. It doesn’t occur to him hybristophilia might be blinding him to your innocence.

After a careful courtship, you’re secreted away to his home. Luring you into bed is as easy as Thredson suspected. While he leaves to answer a phone call, you’re told to lie down and get some sleep. But excitement for your new life makes that impossible at that moment. You sit up and stretch, a trickle of c/u/m spilling out. His c/u/m. You slip into the bathroom and check the trash. The condom...

It didn’t break.

Pressure in your bladder makes you realize you came to the right room, although overall you’re in the wrongest place.

You’re not sure what to say to Thredson. Pregnancy was on your mind, but that was for after your name got cleared. And the wedding. Maybe, you desperately cling to the thought, maybe Oliver wanted to use pregnancy as an excuse as to why he broke you out of Briarcliff. Some orderly took advantage and... Yes, yes! A realistic story. The psychiatrist probably just forgot he didn’t tell you. In the heat of the moment.

You look up and realize you’ve wandered into the living room. Which is a funny name, because that lampshade has someone’s nip/ples.

“______, you know you don’t have to cover yourself in front of me anymore.”

“I was looking for the bathroom.” Oliver caresses your back, fingers reaching for the bra’s hook and eye. So there’ll be three bare chests in the room. “Or/gasms make me have to... you know.”

Imagine being a lab-grown Supe with Homelander. Imagine encouraging him to be selfish and arrogant and ruthless because it turns you on. Except in regards to you, of course. Acting coy in your formative years helped. You would be high school sweethearts if you weren’t Supes.

Now that you’re both co-captains of the Seven, your invincible boyfriend can and will do whatever you want.

Imagine the shapeshifter bragging to Sam about how he’s going to seduce you. Dean has a plethora of pleasant memories to draw from, but the hunter’s a little worried about your interests. A fascination with monsters is to be expected. But you’re a little too excited.

How they prey on humankind, their disposal, and particularly how they reproduce. Your interest lies far beyond protecting humanity.

So you should be able to empathize with the shapeshifter. Maybe, he desperately hopes, you’ll like his personality. Not to mention this handsome form he’s taken.

“But still, this life is not without its perks. I meet the nicest people. Like ______ ______. You know Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens.”

Imagine accidentally finding out that Mickey’s Ghostface. Instead of making you his next victim, he decides to seduce you into keeping your mouth shut.

When you find out your boyfriend wants to get caught, you convince him to pin everything on Mrs. Loomis instead.

“Mickey, would you rather have fifteen minutes of infamy as a copycat, or get plowed by me everyday?”

Imagine Kieran feeling a little jealous when he sees you chat up Stavo. It’s frustrating to see you clicking over your love of horror movies when Kieran’s literally a slasher villain. The two of you would probably love to have a three-way with him, if only you knew. 

Well, maybe it’d be still be hot to initiate one, without either of you even suspecting he’s the killer...

Imagine walking in on Noah trying to convince Audrey you’re Piper’s accomplice then you realize he has an unwanted boner. 

Noah: *defensively* “Some guys like water sports. I like serial killers...” 

You: “Too bad I’m not one.”

Female Yandere Characters

Note: Male list. Be free to suggest more live-action examples. SPOILERS ABOUND.

Fave Yandere Songs

Note: Yandere, obsessive love, etc. songs. I’m trying to add to this more frequently. Be free to suggest more. I love music recommendations.

Imagine being dared into exploring Harmony’s urban legendary mine. You’re startled when you come across a miner in full uniform and trip while edging backwards. With Harry Warden standing over you, you’re sure you’re about to meet your end.

To your surprise, he places his pickaxe down and lays on top of you and listens to your heart beat. You stay like that for a while. Then you think, f*ck it, I deserve this, and start to undo your shirt.

You can’t say you’re terribly surprised when he picks you up in order to pound you hard against the wall. The fact you’re not using any sort of contraceptive only makes you wetter.

As your toes clench and unclench against his b*ckside, you can’t help but smugly think how jealous your friends will be when your belly swells with this infamous figure’s brood. 

Note: Hm, not sure if I made the reader sweet here. Maybe she’ll mellow out once the sp*rm and egg meet. XD