yandere!lester sincalir who hands are always grimy and dirty from throwin n handlin roadkill all day. The scant of death and rot always following him. not that you mind though <333 he’ll come home and you’ll be chained up in the bed you share loookin sooooo pretty. The restraints wrapping around your wrists like ribbons on a birthday present. Lacy nightgown makin ya look like an angel. He can’t help himself! Hell run his hand through that soft skin of you’re, starting at them pretty eyes you got. Grease and dirt dragging against that delicate skin of your body, leaving a trail of rot and decay at its wake. Again, not that you actually care! You’re just happy your man got home safely <33 give him a kiss? Pretty please? He does work soooo hard for you! It’s only fair you give him some lovin <33
Slashers Reacting to their S/O trying to "escape" while sleep walking
Inspired by this post by @amomentsescape . Go check them out! Fell in love with their post and just HAD to write about it myself
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CW: Implications of abuse, kidnapping, and other unhealthy relationship dynamics
GN Reader!
Characters include Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher!
You’ve been with your slasher for a while now, trapped living with them in their respective homes. You have no intentions of leaving as Stockholm Syndrome has long kicked in. But right as your slasher lets you sleep without the chains, your brain decides that it’s a perfect time to start sleepwalking…
Michael Myers (Halloween ‘78)
Michael is up the second you are. He never truly sleeps, so the moment your body starts to shift out of bed his eyes are open and watching you intensely. He stopped handcuffing you to the bed post a few nights ago, but he still doesn’t trust you to not leave. Before you can walk towards the bedroom door, he’s already infront of you and grabbing your wrists tightly.
He doesn’t care that you’re asleep. When you didn’t react to him grabbing your wrists, he tilted his head. It takes him a few moments to realize that you’re still asleep. He grabs you by the shoulders and aggressively shakes you awake, startling the hell out of you. “What the fuck!?” You wake up to see Michael glaring down at you menacingly. He is pissed.
You can’t plead with him. Your wrists are back to being cuffed to the bed and he doesn’t let you leave the bedroom. It doesn’t matter that you were asleep, you still tried to leave him. You cry and beg, swearing up and down that you love him but all you get back is an icy glare. Any trust you thought you had with him is gone for the next few months. He loves you Y/N, no matter if you like it or not.
Stares at you through the night. The first couple of nights after your sleepwalking incident, he can’t close his eyes. Ends up just staring at you for the rest of the night, not really sure how to feel about what you’ve done. He won’t say it, but his feelings are really hurt. Why can’t you just do what he wants?
Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Remake)
He wakes up alone in bed. He has to get up extra early for his daily chores, so he’s used to see you by his side, still fast asleep. When you aren’t there, he starts to panic. He’s tossing the room frantically hoping to find you, all while fearing the worst. He should’ve listen to his family when they said not to unchain you.
He finds you at the front door, staring at it absentmindedly. He rushes towards you and grabs hold of you, which wakes you up. You scream in confusion which makes him scream. He’s a blubbering mess afterwards while you try to explain what sleepwalking is and how you weren’t consciously trying to leave
He believes you, but he’s still scared that you might leave. He installs a lock on the bedroom door and keeps the key hidden away during the night so you don’t wander off again. He’s worried that you might end up hurting yourself walking around the house, so you can’t coax him out of the lock.
He hugs you extra tight at night. He was always a cuddler, but now he’s nearly smothering you every night in fear that he might wake up alone again. Don’t fight it, it’ll only make him hug you tighter.
Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)
Crashes the fuck out once he realizes you aren’t in bed with him. He’s running around the mansion frantically looking for you in every nook and cranny, getting more and more worked up. Probably starts crying and/or screaming after not being able to find you quickly.
He finds you in the garden, eventually. He hates going outside. He hates you going outside even more. It’s dead of night when you wake up to Brahms incoherently screaming at you while being dragged back inside. You’re so confused while Brahms is just having a full on meltdown, accusing you of trying to leave him.
You have to wait for him to calm down before explaining what happened. He's screaming so loud, sobbing and stomping back and forth the hallway as you sit on the ground, half-dazed. You try to talk to him but he literally can't hear you over his tantrum.
Clings to you. After his break down, you explain what happened-- "I was just sleepwalking, Brahms." He isn't completely convinced but he accepts the explanation on the condition that you never do it again, which you try to say you can't really control it but- oh well. It doesn't matter, as Brahms is always by your side now, holding your hand or waist or the hem of your shirt while you go on with the chores. You never have a moment alone now, and probably never will again for a good while. Do you even want to?
Billy Loomis (Scream)
Another certified crash out. He wakes up one night expecting you beside him, only to find you gone. Immediately tears the house apart looking for you. And when he cant find you? He snaps. Thinks you've left him. Escaped his tight grasp. Destroys everything, grabs his knife, and goes to look for you. If he cant have you then he's going to kill you.
He finds you standing on the porch. Looking back, he doesnt know how you didnt wake up from the noise he was making. He puts the knife to your throat, threatening you until he realizes you were kinda just...not responding. Waves his hand in front of your face and realizes you are asleep and just stares at you. How the fuck did you even get past the locks anyways?
So pissed at you. Its not your fault but it doesnt matter. You should subconsciously want to be near him at all times, sleepwalking or not. He drags you back to the bedroom, gripping your arm so tightly that it wakes you up. You're confused on whats happening, but Billy ignores your questions before tossing you on the bed and forcing you to go back to sleep.
He starts tying you to the bed. He doesn't let you have a say in it, either. He won't say it, but waking up and seeing you gone was one of the very limited moments in his life when he felt fear. And he doesn't intend to ever feel that way again.
Stu Macher (Scream)
Where'd you go, Y/N? He wakes up without you under him, and is immediately confused but not worried. You must have needed to go to the bathroom! Still, he feels a weird flutter in his chest as he gets up to check on you.
He finds you in the hallway just standing there, like a ghost. You startle awake because he screams, not expecting to see you in such a creepy way. He laughs immediately after, finding it hilarious that you managed to scare him!
He has a tight grip on you as he guides you back to bed. You notice as you both lay down that he clings just a bit more to you than usual, so much that you almost feel suffocated. He won't say it aloud, but he doesn't like the idea of you leaving the bed, of leaving him.
He starts laying on top of you during the nights, as a way to hopefully stop you from leaving the room. It works for the most part, and Stu loves the new-found closeness, even if you have to give up a bit of air at night. If you ask, he'll try to shift his weight to one side so he doesn't completely cut off your airflow, but he's reluctant to get off of you completely. What if you hurt yourself walking around?
Freaks out every time you move. Ever since that incident, Stu is hyper focused on you when you sleep. Every time you slightly shift during the night, Stu is locked on you, waiting to see if you try to get up or not. He doesn't want you to leave, y/n, and if that means having to sacrifice some sleep to make sure you stay, that's alright with him.
fandom: scream
word count: 3.9k
warnings: nsfw 18+, gf!billy and stu, DUBCON, semi-public sex, homoerotic undertones, mentions of gore, cheating, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, double penetration, knife play if you squint, gagging, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, fingering, my stu bias definitely shows sorry guys
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You weren’t really much of a party person, and all of your friends were aware of that. It was why none of them gave much resistance to the idea of you slipping away.
Stu’s house was insanely crowded, more than his usual parties. It was obviously because of the recent killing spree by the mysterious masked killer who had yet to be caught. Your general anxiety in loud spaces mixed with that of the unknown killer running around had you even more paranoid.
“Be careful!” Sidney calls out and Tatum waves as you make your way up the staircase. You send a small smile back as you weave your way through drunk teenagers stumbling all around, looking for more drinks.
You’ve been in Stu’s house plenty of times, having been friends with him for years at this point. You make a beeline straight for his bedroom, hoping that no one was in there hooking up so you could have a quiet place to decompress.
You knock loudly on his door, pressing your ear against it as the loud music and teens make it hard to hear inside. There’s no answer to your knowledge, and you slowly peek your head in.
No one is in the room, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You shut the door behind you and plop down on Stu’s bed, laying yourself out in a heap of exhaustion.
A bang from somewhere inside the room startles you, making you jump up from your seat. You notice that Stu’s closet door is slightly ajar, and figure that something inside fell down. You make your way over, the closet creaking as you open it.
A gasp leaves your lips and you step back after seeing what it was that fell.
It was one of the ghostface masks.
You slowly back away, eyes wide in disbelief with what you were seeing. No. It wasn’t possible, right? Stu couldn’t have been the killer; it made no sense. You bend down and cautiously pick up the mask.
It looks like your average store-bought cheap costume accessory. You inspect it closer, but bring a hand up to your mouth and almost drop the mask when you see what’s stained on it.
Small flecks of blood, all spattered across the edges.
The sound of the door creaking has you throwing the mask back into the closet and slamming the door, chest heaving as you pretend as though you weren’t searching through it.
In walks Stu, his trademark grin spread wide across his face.
“Now what are you doing in here?” he teases suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. He closes the door and leans against it.
But clearly you’re not very good at hiding your emotions, because the smile instantly drops from Stu’s face. “Have you been…snooping in my things?”
You bite your lip and can feel your heart drop in your chest. “What? No! I just came in here to rest.” Your voice sounds incredibly shaking and you know there’s no way he’s buying it.
Stu’s eyes narrow, and he stalks closer to you. You back away in return, but his long strides make it difficult to put distance between the two of you. “I think you’re lying to me.”
He utters out your name in a warning tone. At this point, you know, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know that he’s the Ghostface killer. You make a feeble attempt to duck past Stu and make a run for it, but he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, completely restraining you.
You try your best at escaping. You pound on his chest, wiggle in his grip, and even try biting him. That fails miserably and Stu slaps his large palm against your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help.
He drags you over to the bed, and you start to kick your heels against his legs. You aren’t sure what he’s capable of anymore. Is this the moment you die? Is Stu going to kill you? You let out a choked sob underneath his palm, clawing at his hand but to no avail.
You push back against him with all of the force of your body, yet Stu remains solid. “Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear.
And then you feel it. On your backside, you can feel Stu getting hard. You whimper in fear, and your body goes limp. But he clearly notices that you could feel it, and he chuckles darkly.
“Got me excited with all that struggling, babe.” He shamelessly rubs himself against you, his erection fully hard beneath his pants now.
Despite the terror that you feel in that moment, you couldn’t help but moan silently.
You would be lying if you said you never thought of hooking up with your friend. Stu was hot, he was funny, and if Tatum was a reliable source, he also had a huge dick.
If fucking Stu could save you from death, you would gladly let him use you however he wished.
You quickly concoct a plan in your head—a lame one, but a plan—to seduce Stu in an attempt to hopefully convince him not to kill you afterwards.
Before you can even attempt to put your plan into action, the bedroom door creaks open. “Shit,” you hear Stu mutter under his breath. Both you and him turn together, and in walks Billy, sauntering as he usually does.
He pauses and raises an eyebrow as he surveys the position you and Stu are in.
“Did I interrupt something?” Billy smirks, his eyes going dark. You look up through your eyelashes at Stu, who presses you closer to him, as if warning you not to signal for help. He shakes his head at Billy.
“She knows, man.”
Your body goes completely rigid in Stu’s grip. A chill runs down your spine.
Billy was involved in this Ghostface shit too? Well, that actually surprised you less than Stu. Billy was kind of a horror junkie in secret, even rivaling Randy, and he always had this strange look in his eye whenever he thought no one was looking.
His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Oh?”
The tone in his voice is sinister, much different than what you’ve heard from him before.
He strides over, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it out towards you.
You shriek, but it comes out all muffled. You try to tilt your head away from where Billy points the knife to your chin, but Stu keeps his hand solid, forcing your head forward.
He clicks his tongue at you, teasing you for your failed attempts to escape.
“I really didn’t want to kill you now, sweetheart, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. You still helplessly struggle against Stu’s grip, choking back sobs. You so desperately want Stu to release his hand, want to beg the two of them to keep you alive. You’re two seconds away from sounding like you belong in a bad porno that the boys rent from the video store where the woman says please! I’ll do anything!
But you don’t need to do any of that. Because before Billy starts slicing and dicing and stabbing at you, he backs away and looks Stu up and down. He then barks out a laugh.
“What, did chasing her around get you all stiff?”
Stu grins cheekily and grinds his erection up against your butt. You let out a surprised moan under his palm, grabbing onto his forearm. “You know I’ve always wanted to fuck her, man.”
Billy eyes shift between you and Stu, before pausing on you. A smirk slowly grows across his features until it morphs into a toothy grin. You can see the way his cock begins to twitch in his jeans and your heart sinks into your stomach.
“I’m not going to let you fuck her alone tonight.”
As if Stu was waiting this whole time for Billy’s approval, the hand that was restricting your mouth moves off and down to his jeans. Before you can even think about opening your mouth, Billy brings the knife back up your face, right under your chin forcing you to keep your mouth closed and head tilted up to meet his eyes.
“If you say a word I’ll cut your throat open and stick my cock in it.” He imitates the motion of slicing the knife across your throat.
You swallow harshly and can’t control the way you tremble under Stu’s hold. But the depraved part of you has your core throbbing, at the carnal lust that fills his eyes, so desperately wanting them both to get to fucking you sooner rather than later.
Scoffing in his face, you try your best to put up a calm front. “Are you guys all bark and no bite? All I hear is talking but no action.”
“Oh you’ll be getting action soon, baby.” You can feel Stu’s erect cock rubbing against your backside and the way that his arousal stains your shirt. His hand holds it at the base as he guides it between your legs, slowly fucking you between your thighs. You look down to see the bulging red tip of his cock leaking beads of precum as it penetrates the plush skin of your legs with every thrust.
Billy takes his knife and slices your skirt right down the middle, the two pieces falling to shreds at your feet.
“Yeah, there it is!” Stu yells as his long fingers poke and prod at your pussy through your underwear until it soaks the fabric through. “All nice and wet for us now.”
He moves the material to the side of your puffy lips and without so much as a warning sticks his cock right inside.
“Oh fuck,” you moan out as quietly as you can with the intense pleasure. It slides in easily with how wet you’ve gotten over the past couple of minutes. You arch your back into Stu as his long cock bullies its way inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Stu begins thrusting immediately, the sounds of your skin slapping together being the loudest thing in the room.
“Such a dirty little slut,” Stu’s voice teases, laughter evident in his tone. His arm around your waist holds you up as he pounds into you at lightning speed, bouncing you up and down his cock. Your feet lift off the ground ever-so-slightly as he pulls you up. “But I guess I’m kind of a slut to. Always wanted to fuck you like this.”
Through your lust-filled haze, you can see Billy stroking himself through his boxers, jeans already unzipped and pulled down. He stares at both you and Stu and where the two of you connect.
“You gonna join man?” Stu lifts you up under your thighs. The action lifts your feet up in the air and exposes your pussy directly in Billy’s line of view. Stu pulls his cock out enough so just the head remains inside, and starts fingering around your lips.
You gasp at the sensation, your arms gripping his own and your walls clenching down desperately onto him. Stu’s fingers make a v shape and pull your lips open wide. “There’s plenty of room for you in here.”
“N-no!” You sob out, clawing at Stu and kicking your legs. The implication is not subtle at all, and the fear has you clenching even tighter onto him. There was no way that you could fit both of them in your pussy. Stu’s cock is already thick and fills you completely; you don’t think you could take another one without breaking.
Billy continues to palm himself above his underwear, the head of his cock poking out from the elastic band. “Fuck yeah, now your speaking my language!”
“No! Billy!” You shake your head wildly, tears threatening to fall from your swollen eyes. “Stop! It won’t fit!”
He rolls his eyes and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping it with a few solid strokes. “Stop complaining.”
“He’ll make it fit,” Stu giggles from behind you.
A strangled sound leaves your lips, a mix between a choke and a sob. You’re powerless in Stu’s hold as he moves your limbs every which way he pleases. He never lets up in his thrusts, his stamina completely insatiable, and it doesn’t feel like he’s stopping any time soon.
You have no choice but to lay helpless as Billy guides his cock into your wet hole, pushing against Stu’s. The stretch from the two of their massive lengths is painful, and you bite the outside of your hand as an attempt to soften your cries.
“Fuck,” Billy moans, slotting himself fully inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his head is thrown back in pleasure. Your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself.
Your eyes roll back as you start moaning audibly, his cock stuffing you full alongside Stu’s.
“None of that.” Billy slaps a hand over your mouth and digs his fingers into your cheek. “If any one of those sleazebags outside hears those moans I’ll have to kill them and fuck you over their dead body.”
His voice is deep, gravely, and completely serious—you believe him in his entirety. You nod rapidly under his hold. You don’t want the death of anyone to be on your hands, no matter how annoying they are.
“Good. Now stay quiet.”
Billy and Stu take turns fucking themselves up into you. They give you any chance for a break, when one pulls their length almost completely out, the other shoves it in. They take turns pounding themselves into you. Your walls clench hard around them, being stretched to the brim. It takes all your power not to cry out from the pain and pleasure, but the fear from Billy’s unpredictably overpowers all other emotions.
Billy seems to be caught up in the haze of his own arousal, fingers digging in the skin of your hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of you rhythmically. He groans. “Forgot what it’s like to fuck a tight, wet hole. Sidney still hasn’t put out yet.”
Your body instantly freezes at Billy’s words. In the midst of all the chaos that involved finding out that two of your friends were active serial killers, both of them have been wanting to fuck you, and both of them actually proceeding to fuck you, you were ashamed to admit that you completely forgot about your the rest of your friends downstairs. Sidney and Tatum, two of your closest friends, were partying just below you and were blissfully unaware that you were in fact not resting from the partying, but instead getting your hole absolutely destroyed by their boyfriends just a couple hundred feet away.
The reality of your situation comes back to you and the dread starts to sink in. Instinctively, you begin thrashing your body all around, causing as much commotion as you can. Your nails end up scratching Stu on his arm. “Ow!” he whines out, but it’s a cross between a whimper and a turned on moan. He bites your neck in retaliation. “I like ‘em feisty, you know. Really gets my dick goin’.”
Billy, on the other hand, doesn’t take your failed act of defiance so lightly. His hand reaches up and squeezes your cheeks as he pulls your face close to him, not letting up with the pistoning of his hips.
“Not. A. Word.” Every syllable is spoken individually, heavily gritted out through clenched teeth. At that moment, an array of muffled voices is heard right outside the bedroom door. Billy and you turn to the source of the noise at the same time. Billy turns back to you first. “You know what happens if they walk in,” he trails off darkly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the glint of his knife as it rests on the side table, within an arm's reach from him. If he wanted to, he could easily slip himself out of you and kill the unsuspecting partygoers within mere seconds.
He buries himself back inside of you as you say that, the two of their cocks fighting for their spots inside of your restrictive walls. Billy and Stu moan in unison at the feeling, both of you gripping onto them and the way they feel pressed up against each other.
As hopeless as your situation may seem in the end, you try to make due with what you have and not let the guilt consume you. There’s nothing you can do about it now unless you want multiple people to wind up dead. It’s fairly easy to erase your mind of anything other than the two guys currently surrounding you, whose relentless thrusts make your vision go white and limbs go numb.
Stu attaches himself onto your neck, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys that’ll last for days. You lean your head back into him, giving him more access to the area. His long tongue licks all around the area, sending shivers down your spine.
His mouth eventually makes its way up to your own and Stu covers it, kissing you with great fervor. His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling it around with your own tongue. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it feels perfectly like him. It’s intimate as he massages your tongue and brings his hand up to cup your jaw. In that single moment, you can pretend like your new revelation didn’t exist and that this is just a sensual moment between you and your friend, who’s kissing you like his life depends on it.
But that’s not the case, as Billy brings you back to reality once again. He spanks your ass which has you gasping into Stu’s mouth and your eyes opening wide.
Spit dribbles out the side of your mouth as Stu finally lets up, moaning into your jaw. He gives your neck a big kiss before sucking another hickey into it. “I can be romantic sometimes,” he whispers teasingly into your ear, causing you to shiver.
Billy and Stu pound into you, even harder than before if possible, their hips snapping up against your body.
You know that your orgasm is fast approaching, the various simulations making you feel desperate for a release.
“Please, please, please, please,” your voice is hoarse as you whisper out in a breathy tone to keep as quiet as possible.
“Yeah? You want our cum inside of you?” Billy coaxes you, but you can tell that he’s just as close to reaching his peak as you are given the uneven rhythm of his ruts, pushing slightly against the pattern he had set with Stu.
You nod your head as much as you can, your vision going blurry with the speed you move it. You can feel Billy’s cock throb furiously in you and it's enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him, clapping a hand over your mouth as to not alert your presence to anyone outside.
Billy’s orgasm follows your own soon after, with a strangled moan leaving his lips as his hot cum releases all inside you. The mix of your two juices allows for easier movement within your walls, and after he’s done climaxing Billy slides out of you with ease.
But Stu is nowhere near stopping.
With the result of your’s and Billy’s releases aiding him, Stu ruts himself even further into you. He manhandles you so that instead of your previous position of being twisted in the air as Stu stands behind you, he throws you down on top of the bed and climbs on top of you, humping into you from behind with a newfound vigor.
“Finally get you to myself for a bit,” Stu grits out of his teeth as his hips piston at an immeasurable speed.
You can’t speak at this point, completely cockdrunk from the brunt of the thrusts you’re taking. Stu’s broad body completely engulfs your form as he pounds you into the bedsheets. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, only low whimpers and droll being produced from it.
You can hear the squelching of your pussy, the result of Billy’s cum and your juices, as Stu pounds his cock as far as it reaches. You can feel the release escape the sides of your pussy lips with the brunt of Stu’s thrusts and you can’t help but whine softly as some of the warmth and fullness from the cum leaves your body.
Stu’s hand runs through your hair until he grabs it at the base. He pushes your head down completely into the bed, using much more pressure than what was needed. The force of it causes your ass to arch further into him as he presses his front fully against your back, curving his form as if morphing to the shape of your hunched and fucked out form.
“Now that’s a nice view,” he groans out, one hand at the root of your hair and the other pawing at your ass.
Animalistic grunts leave Stu’s mouth and you can feel as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm. Curses leave his lips as he finally cums, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can and hitting parts never reached before. You can feel the jets of his hot release inside of you as it comes out in huge, thick spurts.
When Stu finally leaves your walls, the mix of all three of your orgasms comes flowing out, making you moan at the loss of the fullness from all three of you.
“C’mon now, push it all outta you,” Billy’s voice calls out from across the room, speaking up from his previous silent observer role as he recovered from his own peak.
You obey, squeezing as much as you can with your weak body. You can feel globs of cum escape your entrance, cooling as it runs down your thighs and onto the sheets below you.
You flinch as you feel Stu’s fingers scoop some out of you, and the smacking of his lips indicates he tasted it. You moan, only able to picture what the scene looks like.
“Oh? You want some?” Stu’s fingers hastily appear in front of you. The fingers from his other hand pull your mouth open and he shoves the cum covered ones inside, making you gag instantly. He rams them in and out of your mouth, barely giving you any time to properly suck on the cum. Flecks of the fluid fly out of your mouth along with your own saliva. Tears fall without a warning, your gag reflex working overtime.
Stu’s fingers fuck your mouth until all of the cum is virtually gone from them. When he finally pulls them out, your body completely collapses. It trembles furiously from all the overstimulation, unable to hold itself up.
Stu gives you a big wet kiss on your cheek and slaps his now-limp cock onto your bare ass. You can only whimper in response, your body too heavy to move any part of it right now. Your vision is blurry, but through it you manage to make out Billy, with his sweaty complexion and rumpled clothes back on his body, talking down to you.
“You stay put until we can get everyone to piss off. We’ll be back for round two.”
Hello how are you and is it ok if you could do what yandere Stu and Billy would do if you reject them please?
Yandere Billy Loomis/Stu March Getting Rejected (romantic)
Billy Loomis
Billy doesn’t take too well to being rejected whatsoever. He hates it. In the moment, Billy would come off as understanding and accepting of your rejection, but on the inside he’s angry. His blood is boiling, especially if he went out of his way to put effort into gaining his obsession’s affections.
Don’t think for a second that your rejection would by any means deter Billy from continuing to pursue you. He may not be as open about it but he’s still got his eye on you, always watching. He has no intentions of giving up on his obsession. If anything it’ll only make him want you even more.
His plans are a slow burn that take time and patience but Billy is willing to take his time if it means he gets to have you in the end. It’ll start with him stalking his obsession even more than usual. He’ll also have Stu staking them too. He wants his obsession on edge. He wants them to be scared. That’s what they get for turning him down after all.
Billy would definitely utilize the Ghostface killings to his advantage. He would target the people closest to his darling, whether full on killing them or just scaring them. Billy intends to get rid of everyone in his darling’s life so he can try again and become the only person who even wants to be anywhere near them now that everyone will think they’re bad luck, what with everyone dying or getting hurt around them.
Once you’re completely isolated then he can have you all to himself. Even if you aren’t all that willing he can better work with that now that you don’t have anyone else to go to. If you had just accepted him and his feelings to being with then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. It’s all your fault really. At least that’s what Billy will tell you. He’ll blame you for everything he’s done and will continue to do. Even if it has nothing to do with the reason behind why he and Stu kill, Billy still wants his darling to blame themself just to further psychologically torture them.
Stu Macher
Stu is very much the type of guy to not allow his partner to break up with him, let alone to reject his affections before they’ve even started a relationship. If he doesn’t want it to happen then it’s not going to happen. Even if it is controlling behavior he’ll just laugh the whole thing off. To him, he and his obsession have already been in a relationship in his head since he first took an interest in them and he’s not going to let them ruin his fantasy.
The thought of being rejected or turned down is definitely something Stu doesn’t want or even really expect. In the moment, he’ll take it as a joke, not really believing that his obsession is literally rejecting him in the middle of a hallway full of people. But when it does start to set in, Stu won’t be happy. He’ll get very serious, calm even, probably scaring his darling a little and maybe the onlookers around them. He’ll snap back to his goofy self and just laugh off his attempt. Then he’ll leave but not before saying that he’ll try again later or tomorrow and he will. This guy isn’t letting you slip through his fingers.
Stu may even go as far as to say/act like the two of you are already in a relationship together. He may have already been running around the school telling anyone who will hear that the two of you are together. The fact that his darling is going against this and refuting his claims is honestly annoying to him. Why can’t you just let this happen? Why do you have to be so stubborn? But then again that’s why he loves you so much. At least this is what he says his love is.
Similar to Billy, Stu isn’t going to give up on you. You just make him want you even more. And you’re damn lucky he likes you so much otherwise you would have ended up like Casey. Unlike Billy though, Stu has no plans to back off of his darling and trying to gain their affection. If anything he’s going to try harder and be even more annoying. He’ll bring flowers, he’ll leave you love letters (anonymous and non-anonymous), ect. He’s going to give it his all to either make you feel bad for rejecting him or to make the people around you feel bad for him and become hostile towards you.
Stu’s main goal is to wear down his darling until they finally give in to him. If the wooing and romancing doesn’t work then he’ll just have to get a little more forceful. He will threaten his darling, he has no problem doing it face to face either. He’ll get you on your way home or he’ll just go ahead and break into your room. He wants to scare you but he also wants you to know just how crazy he is for you. You make him like this, can’t you see that?
♡ cw; references to extreme violence, stockholm syndrome i suppose?, kidnapping
♡ notes; this was literally supposed to be porn but instead here’s some weird sappy stuff lol
anyways hopefully more fics soon, writers block and rehearsals have been a bitch and a half
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It was a wonder you were still alive. That’s what you thought about, sitting and fidgeting in the strange bedroom with your ankle shackled. Was shackled the right word if it was tied with rope? Whatever. It didn’t matter. You were fairly certain you’d fall prey to the crazy folks running around the place soon enough. The group you’d hitched a ride with was already long gone- one you’d watched get shot point blank by the bullshit sheriff. The others….well, you heard the chainsaw and the screaming. It was an easy conclusion to come to, especially after you saw the bloody smears on the hardwood downstairs.
You weren’t sure why you hadn’t been hacked into bits yet. You’d been indistinguishable from the others- just another wandering twenty-something with tight clothes and next to no money. The only thing you could think of was that gas station. Your companions had been such dicks to the lady at the counter- of course you apologized to her. She’d been just as kind in return, she even snuck a candy into your bag of sodas and snacks. She was the one who’d sent you that way, towards the farm house.
You stilled, train of thought lost as you heard footsteps. Heavy and slow- they were somehow more intimidating than any angry stomping could have been. You curled your legs up defensively, eyes trained on the door. The person stood there more than a second, silent and just as still as you were holding. If you hadn’t been listening so intently, you would have thought they turned and walked away. But then there was some quiet mumbling- a woman’s voice, maybe?- and the door creaked open.
“Go on Tommy dear- I found a good one for you.”
You’d never seen a man so tall- with shoulders so broad or arms and torso so solid. He was massive. He was terrifying. And he was attractive. Once your eyes unglued themselves from his figure you finally took in the rest. Dark, thick shoulder-length waves. A mask that seemed useless as any sort of medical device thanks to the open mouth. Eyes that were dark but not brown. Maybe blue, maybe gray..maybe just pure black. Like a shark’s. In other circumstances you'd be reduced to a puddle on floor over him. But the bloodstains on his shirt didn’t go unnoticed.
You watched him closely, and he watched you just as alertly, stalking forward like some jungle cat…No. Wait. That wasn’t right. He didn’t look scared, but he was cautious, keeping some distance. Maybe a better allegory would be he looked like he was trying to corner a feral kitten- not wanting you to swipe or dart away. As if doing either was possible. You were frozen with fear, though found the courage to lean back a bit as he stepped forward. He grunted softly and persisted, nearly trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.
Love at first sight was a stupid fucking concept. That you’d always believe. Maybe something in you just broke that same moment, maybe you were just too exhausted to think even close to straight. Maybe both. But when you and this massive man locked eyes, there was an instant understanding. He was already yours- and more importantly, you’d be his. He just had to stake his claim.
“…you’re Tommy?” You practically whispered. He nodded quickly. You got a sense he didn’t speak much, but you told him your name in return and tried to think of anything to talk about to stall the inevitable. “…you killed those people?” You blurted for some godforsaken reason. He tensed, still hovering over you. “It’s okay.” You added quickly “I didn’t actually know them. They were kinda mean.”
He furrowed his brow just a bit and searched your face, for any signs that you were lying. Before he came to a conclusion, you gave a soft sigh, instinctively leaning into the hand that had raised your face to him. Something immediately softened about him, and he rubbed your cheek in awe. The sleepy giggle it caused seemed almost to startle him. It was like no one had ever been that soft with him. Maybe they hadn’t. “….this is your room right? Can we sleep?”
Tommy still seemed in shock but carefully nodded, undoing his apron and seeming at a loss of what to do next. He frowned a bit as he noticed your bindings and quickly undid the knot that kept you stuck there. His guard was down- you could try to run. But you didn’t want to. Doing so would only be tiring. You wanted to let go. So instead you smiled softly and simply opened your arms, letting him cuddle up with you. It took him a minute to get settled, and all the while treating you so delicately… like you were made of glass. He looked up at you, again searching your face in near confusion. He grunted in surprise as you pecked his forehead. His mama really did find him a good one.
Could I request prompts 7+4 from the obsession prompts list by asirensrage for Stu Mqcher please and thank you? Also hope you have fun writing!
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Sure! @okchijt helped me out with the plot for this ^^ They are a huge help! It's been awhile since I've seen Scream... so I'm sorry if plot points seem rushed.
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Yandere! Stu Macher Prompts 7 + 4
"You really think they're going to keep me from you?"
"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Murder, Blood, Manipulation, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Sadism, Slightly spicy if you squint, Forced relationship.
Something doesn't feel right. You cared for Stu, cared for him enough to come to his party. At first, you were indeed having fun being around him.
You try your hardest to just enjoy the party Stu threw for the school closure. After all... maybe you needed a break. The murders in town were stressing everyone out.
Stu stuck around you for the most part. He was, as always, clingy and touchy with you. Yet he kept slipping away at odd times, leaving you alone before coming back
Something felt off whenever he left. Whenever he left your side someone else left the party. It just felt... strange.
You just about have enough with your anxiety when you learn of the principal's death like all the rest...
The murderer is here... you need to leave.
You shakily leave your spot, hoping your friend Stu leaves on his own. Your anxiety doesn't settle as you wander down the hallways of Stu's home. Someone has to call the authorities... someone-
You scream loudly when something wet grabs your mouth and drags you into a room. The door is shut and blocked by a figure in a black cloak and white mask. You stare like a cornered sheep as the killer stands in front of you.
Was... was that blood around your mouth!?
"P-Please don't kill me!" You cry, tears streaming down your face. "I'll do anything! Please...!" The stress eats away at you as you cower in the room. No escape... you're dead!
But all you hear is laughing.
It's not mocking... it's like what you'd hear after some joke. It's genuine. Genuine enough to make you doubt yourself for a moment....
But you definitely taste real blood around your mouth.
You pause, time seeming to slow as the figure in front of you removes their mask. Your breathing stops when you realize it's... someone you know. It's Stu...
You hope it's all a joke.
"Hey there~" His tone is oddly happy when he's greeting you, like he isn't dressed in a costume covered in blood. "Sorry for you finding out like this and getting the surprise ruined... but you were going to leave before the big event!"
"Big... event?" You whisper, fear still evident in your tone.
"Well, yeah? I didn't have time to get dressed properly so the reveal didn't go as planned...." Stu sighs, speaking to you calmly as if this was some sort of play rather than reality.
"Do you think this is funny!?" You whisper, Stu only giving them a smile. "They're really dead, aren't they? This isn't some prank?"
Stu just laughs again.
"S-Stu..." You try to plead, "C-Can't you let me go? I promise I know nothing... I don't know what's going on! Please... let me live... you should run, the cops could get you, yeah?"
Stu merely gives you a playful look, not caring what you say. He merely laughs again, finding the situation funny before coming closer.
"You really think they're going to keep me from you?" Stu whispers with a few giggles. He corners you expertly until you're pressed against a wall. It's like he's done it countless times before.
Your situation seeps in more... you feel yourself begin to come undone due to the fear.
Stu notices you break when he corners you, the entire situation amusing him. He smiles and pulls your chin up to look at him. You're just so cute when scared.
"What I mean is there's no need to beg..." Stu elaborates. "I don't plan on killing you... I may play rough, baby, but I won't end your life, okay?"
The fear renders you frozen as Stu grins. He carefully strokes your head, the blood on his gloves hands smearing into your scalp. He chuckles when you flinch away.
"Billy's probably having fun with Sidney... why can't I have some fun with you?" Stu whispers in your ear. "No one else can have you... none of your friends... none of the cops... no one...."
Stu moves your face to gaze at him, blood staining your skin.
"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple." Stu states with a grin.
At this point... you feel yourself break. All of this was planned from the start and Billy was in on it. Perhaps one way or another Stu was going to trap you.
There's nothing you can do now...
You only try to not make any noise as Stu holds you with a lovesick smile on his face.
Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.
Notes: It's Billy's turn :). Not very well edited :(
Billy is and always will be a little quirky with that angsty guy persona he has going on. All of his feelings for you are strong, but he isn’t one to outright profess and/or display them, especially not early on. It doesn’t help that you're both guys. He doesn’t enjoy the unwanted attention
On the other hand, if were showy about any feelings you harbor towards him, he wouldn’t mind it. It might not seem like it from his outward appearance, but he feels all warm inside when you initiate contact with him/say something in the realm of sappiness. He thinks he is able to hide it well, acting all stoic-like, but his slight change in demeanor to being a bit shy and the gentle blush across his cheeks definitely give it away
Despite it not being his thing, he still has his own ways of being clingy. He’ll reach out a lot; text, AOL, and call if he hasn’t heard from you. You might even be passed a note during class on the off chance he’s not seated close by.
He’ll also want you to share clothes. You’re closets will practically be swapped once you get together. It’s the closest thing to PDA that the two of you could actively partake in. It’s just an added bonus that he gets to smell you all day.
Billy’s affection tends to hint towards his desires. He’s not usually all over you, so the change is noticeable. A sudden uptick in cuddling or kissing and you can bet he’s trying to get your pants
Billy's a closeted gay guy in the 1990's of course he wants to be the top. You topping him wouldn't even be apart of the equation as far as he is concerned. Sure he might like men, but taking it up the ass? That's a whole other level of gay to him. Sure, he's thought of it. Maybe even gotten off to imagining it before... But it would be cold day in hell before he would feel vulnerable enough for something like that.
Once he had realized that he had feelings for you he would alter the Ghostface plans. Sure he was attracted to you since he met you. Who wouldn't with your looks? But genuine feelings like this were rare for him. He found that he could make an exception in his meticulous scheme for you.
A large part of Billy's manipulation game with Stu has to do with the power he holds over him. Knowing how well that has worked out for him so far, he would likely do the same with you. Instead of being an outsider on the whole ordeal Billy would make sure you were included in the killings. Maybe not as a third Ghostface but there were plenty of ways for you to help out.
There is no way you could leave him as a new accomplice to his serial murders. It's either Billy or prison as far as you're concerned.
At the main event Billy would make sure you'd be included. And, well, Sidney would get pretty suspicious if she was the only one being hunted and chased, so of course you would need to use some of your acting skills. But there is no need to worry, Billy would make things easier for you. There's no need to pretend to be hurt if you actually are!
Billy would hunt you down himself, making sure to get you somewhere all alone in that party and catch you off guard. Things would be a lot harder if you had known this part of the plan going in, so he and Stu would keep it to themselves.
He would make sure not to hit anything important, you wouldn't be dying on him that easily, but he would definitely be leaving a mark or two. He would pin you to the wall and explain everything he is about to do to you. Coyly whispering something under his mask about how this was just to make things believable for Sidney and the cops, nothing else. But the bulge shoved up against your thigh told a different story.
He'd stab into you as shallow as he could will himself. Finding it hard not to get too ahead of himself. But your cries and blood would most likely get to him. He'd slice a few streaks down your abdomen and try his best not to grind down onto you as he watched the blood hurry to fill in the gap your skin once filled.
Luckily for you he has other things to do. After enough time he'd be forced to leave you. Your blood coating him as he made himself focus on the plan.
Being slumped over in one of the house's backrooms is a great spot for you anyhow. You'd be out of his way, unable to stop anything going down, and once the cops got there you'd be cleared of suspicion, a win-win in Billy's eyes
But now that he's got a sneak peak at you all vulnerable like that, it's not like he can just forget about it. He'd definitely need to play with you more after this would thing was done and over with.
hi! just found your acc and i love it! i was wondering if you could do a yandere alphabet for patrick bateman. thank you : )
Partick Bateman; Yandere Alphabet
American Psycho
Warning: Yandere Behavior, Murder, Kidnapping, Mentions of Gaslight, Mentions of Manipulation, Non-con,
Notes: Thank you!
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Patrick tends to show his love and affection to his darling through gifts and dates; it's his preferred method than giving physical affection like hugs or hand-holding. On an intensity scale, Patrick has to be a solid 3 since he's not much of a physical lover and prefers to gift or say he loves his darling; though, that doesn't mean he isn't up your ass at times.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Patrick doesn't mind getting dirty for his darling; he'll honestly enjoy it. Though, what makes him kills for his darling is mostly because of jealousy.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Patrick most likely wouldn't abduct his darling, but if he did, he would feel like it was his right to do it. Patrick would treat his darling nicely and try to gaslight and manipulate them into thinking that being kidnapped was for the best. He would mock his darling if they start to act on him; Patrick would simply laugh at them.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Patrick would absolutely do things against his darling’s will like; forcing them to change their lifestyle, forcing them to change their wardrobe/looks, and even forcing them to do sexual things for him. He tends to either become obsessive or controlling over his darling's choices.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Patrick doesn't bare all of his heart to his darling simply because he doesn't really want to reveal all of his feelings. Patrick refuses to become vulnerable to his darling, though he may slip up from time to time after feeling like he's losing his mind.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Patrick would be a bit annoyed with his darling fighting back, seeing it at times as a waste of time.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Funny enough, Patrick does enjoy watching his darling try to escape as he chases them; it's the prey/predator factor that makes it all the fun for him.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
The worst experience with Patrick would probably have to be when he killed Infront of his darling.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Patrick sees him and his darling in the future married and probably living in an even better apartment. He’ll probably have a new promotion at work while he’ll have his darling at home relaxing in his mind.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Patrick certainly gets jealous; that's why there was a point in time where his darling was only allowed to go places with him. If Patrick did end up becoming jealous of someone, he would try to meet them afterward in private. The way Patrick copes with jealousy is killing.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Before Patrick has a relationship with his darling, he would try to act cool and try to impress his darling in any way he could. After, He eases on the trying to impress his darling to
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Patrick would approach his darling with a nice and a bit flirty convocation with him offering a nice dinner to get to “know each other Better,” as he did not know anything about them.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Yes, just like how he puts a mask to hide his disturbed mind, he also has a mask for hiding his obsession for his darling.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Patrick's form of punishment for his darling is usually taking all of their rights for minor actions. Though for major things, he would punish them with isolation and sensory deprivation.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Patrick likes to think he’s a fair man, so almost all of their rights are taken away, like being able to leave without him, talking to others, doing something without him, and etc. He does become more lenient over time with his darling, but the darling will still have some of their rights taken away no matter what.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Patrick likes to think he’s a patient man, though, in actuality, he has zero patience towards anyone, even to his darling.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If his darling left him or escaped, this would cause great panic in Patrick; he would first try to find his darling himself then turn to a private investigator to him track you down. Knowing there his darling is somewhere out there, Patrick wouldn't move on from them.
Patrick certainly gets jealous; that's why there was a point in time where his darling was only allowed to go places with him. If Patrick did end up becoming jealous of someone, he would try to meet them afterward in private. The way Patrick copes with jealousy is killing.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
There is no way to make Patrick feel guilty about abducting his darling and, the same goes for letting his darling go free.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
A major factor that brings this side of Patrick is his darling liking the same morbid interests as him; the love of true crime, death, and torture seem to have him already planning both of your futures.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Patrick is split when it comes to seeing/hearing his darling cry/scream; the sadistic side of him enjoys it all, while the other side simply wants to comfort them. Patrick finds it interesting that his darling has resorted to isolation and tries to get them to stop out of curiosity; though, after a while, he will get annoyed if his darling is still isolating themselves.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
The difference between classic yanderes and him is that Patrick needs to keep his perfect up; he wants everyone to see that he has a perfect life with a perfect spouse.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
It all comes to trust for his darling when to escape Patrick; there has to be enough trust for the darling to be able to leave the apartment alone to even have a chance to escape.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
In the beginning, Patrick has tried many times, though it would only fail with him unable to bring the weapon down; he could never truly harm or even kill his darling even if he really wanted to badly. After this, Patrick wouldn't try to harm his darling in any physical way.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Patrick obviously wants to be worshiped; it makes him feel powerful and gives him a massive ego-stroke. Patrick obviously wants to be worshiped; it makes him feels twice as powerful and gives him a massive ego stroke. The length that Patrick goes to win his darling over is there, with him trying to buy his darling luxury items, but it isn’t as emotionally strong like with other slashers.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
About a month to be accurate; He wants to make his darling is the one for him and to have them come to him, if possible.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Patrick can break his darling, and he has to be one of the only yandere to even be fine with them being a shell of their form self.
TW: 18+ | Possessive | Stalking | Kidnapping | Video taping | Picture taking | Dead dove do not eat | Bondage |
All content that you consume on your media is your thing, I don't care what you do.
"Guess what, Beautiful?"
the echo of his foot steps surrounded your isolation, banging in your ear drums as your head lulls to the side.
"You made the front cover! Again!" You could hear his excitement, if not in his voice, you could hear it in the way he moved, the wrinkling of the news papers waving in his over enthusiastic hand gestures.
Your arm ached as he leaned over your chair, the feeling of his breath hitting the side of your face made you want to gag.
"I always knew you could do it, You're Picture perfect." His whispers blow around your left ear, you could feel his jeans crinkle against your arm, his zipper scraping into your skin as he bends down, breathing heavily into the side of your neck.
the pitch black fabric wrapped around your eyes insured little comfort, your head felt like a balloon being lifted into the air, a stabbing spike hitting the side of your brain.
a small. wet. kiss hit the side of your neck, a pit wanted to swallow you whole. your eyebrows furrowed as small dark patches seep into the fabric, an uncomfortable chill running down your spine.
His forehead rests in the crook of your neck, a slight groan crawled its way up your throat as he moves his left arm to rest in front of him. with a slight tilt on his wrist, you could hear the waves of paper balancing through the air.
"They used the wrong photo." He mumbled, a sigh escaping his nose as he sits up, a small whish cut through the air as the sheets flopped on the floor, discarded in disgust. "Your school photos always looked so... forced." his hand lightly touches your head, a small stroke from his thumb. "Amateurs."
"The pictures we take are masterpieces. Don't you think so?" He lifted himself off of your arm, moving around to only god knows where.
"I wonder if I gave your parents those photos we took at the end of last term. Do you think they would use them? That smile you had while you presented your year end project. You looked so nervous, so shy..." click
a heavy weight hits the side of your head as your head falls forward, parts of your hair falling over your face, sticking to your forehead.
click, click
"You must be one of the descendants of Aphrodite, and I'm your fierce lover. Aphrodite and Ares, Love of the ages. Passionate," click "Secretive" click click "Complex." he sighs, all you could hear was fabric moving around, until hurried footsteps come to a stop in front of you.
His hands reach up, steady on the sides of your head, cupping your face, lifting your soaked face towards his prying eyes. Piercing even shrouded in silence.
His thumbs, caressing your cheeks. Cold hands burning against your heated cheeks. His left hand sliding up to catch against the fabric boundary, the smallest protection you have, being able to pretend like its all a dream, just a bad dream.
Then just like that, a piercing white stabs your eyes, your head shooting to the right, rolling on your shoulders.
You could hear Mickey tutting as his right hand caresses your jaw, this thumb following the outline of the duct tape glued onto your damp skin.
"Your eyes were always so sensitive, That's what makes them so beautiful." He leans towards your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in false comfort. "You're perfect."
His hand gliding to take a hold of your chin, slowly tilting your head back, eyes slowly fluttering open to the beaming square stage lights in all directions.
Beyond the dark glow of his silhouette, a bold flashing red light, the reflective surface mocking you, a sick memory to relive.
It felt like hours before he decided to step back, releasing all contact, allowing gravity to pull your head to sag in front of you.
"Now, princess.. we have to look at the camera to capture your beauty." His hand grabbing a handful of your hair. pulling your head into the position he felt was natural. "Now stay still."
A big, winning smile grows on his face, moving backwards towards his camera, set perfectly in front of you.
"Now say cheese." click, and flash.
"Beautiful." flash.
"Perfect." click.
white flooring. flash.
wooden chair. click.
bare legs. flash.
"Its like your beauty grows every day." He lifted the camera, moving it to a separate table near the wall, "I'll show you the photos later, Processing them by hand, all for me."
"Watching your body... slowly burn into the paper." His mumbling traveling across the solid walls.
You watch him, eyes following him as he walks towards you. one. final. time.
"My model, my goddess, Mine. Forever."
He bends down, a puff of cold air hits your forehead before his lips. His hand taking the now visible black fabric, thick, with a singular knot.
A small cry escapes the barrier blocking your face, shaking your head, eyes pleading.
"I can't have you flashing those beautiful eyes at anyone else. These are all mine."
His hands take the blind fold and slowly move it over your eyes, a burnt in traced of the room where it once was.
"I'll see you in a few hours."
A small peck touched your covered eye, a final deep breath, the thick air, following his receding steps and the lock of a door.
Dale's eyes lighting up once he first catches sight of you. He immediately knows that all his devotion is finally being recognized- and that satan sent you to him as a pretty little reward to use however he pleases (whenever he's stressed from all the hard work he's doing for the man downstairs, of course, that's when he uses you most)
a break before the next kinktober drop.
includes: michael myers, jason voorhees, the grabber, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, hannibal lecter, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair.
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Michael Myers
Michael’s yearning is strange. He doesn’t yearn like most — the way he needs you is like rot under painted wood; invisible, but dangerous. He doesn’t focus on why he lingers outside your window, how he knows the sound of your footsteps, or why he wants to keep you rather than kill you. Michael just knows you’re different to him. It isn’t love, not even close. It’s something worse — older, darker, a pull he can’t unlearn. Its devotion twisted into obsession.
Jason Voorhees
Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.
The Grabber
The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.
Bo Sinclair
Bo’s yearning is dangerous. He’ll tease, flirt, and pretend he doesn’t care, but his hands always find you. He’s the kind of man who says “you’re mine” like it’s a threat and a promise all at once. He’d sit and watch it all burn for you because he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but when he’s with you, the edge softens just enough — like wax. You consume him in the worst way.
...and the grabber.
includes: michael myers, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, hannibal lecter (tv show), jason voorhees, the grabber.
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Michael Myers
He doesn’t feel jealousy like the average person, he feels possession. All he sees is someone trying to take away what he views as his and once that head tilts? Game over before it has even started. You never mention it, don’t have to. There’s always blood under his nails when you turn the news on the next morning and see the person you spoke with the other day listed as missing. These murders are more gruesome, more animalistic. Michael can’t sit knowing there is someone out there that wants you.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas has never had something to himself, so when you come along, he’ll do anything to keep you. His jealousy is reactive, immediate, and all consuming — it clouds his vision and dictates his actions. If any future victims get too close, too friendly, he can’t help but go off script and kill them right then and there, which always gets him in trouble later. Sometimes, Hoyt’s eyes will linger on you too long and Thomas pulls you away gently, hiding you from the man. You’re his, all his, and he needs to hear you say it to calm him.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent tends to channel his jealousy into his sculptures. Anyone that makes him jealous has an upcoming death date regardless of his feelings, but he is much more brutal with the ones that dared to speak to you past a polite greeting. Sometimes, the damage is so severe he can’t even display the wax figure he’s made out of them.
Bo Sinclair
Everyone becomes a victim to Bo’s jealousy, just some tend to have it worse than others. His grip will tighten on you, calling you ‘sweetheart’ like the words are poison on his tongue, then when finally alone, he’ll accuse you of wanting to leave him — of having wandering eyes. He will demand Vincent give them unappealing features when he sculpts them, even going as far to take his pocketknife and scrape the finished product to defile them even further. The victim gets the worst of it, though. Damage is so bad even Vincent has to scrap some because he can’t sculpt what little is left of them.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s jealousy is deeply sinister. He won’t show it outright, but he studies the offender — their habits, their scent, the tone of their voice and even takes on some of their traits himself, since you seemed to like them so much. He’ll serve dinner that week, the meat unusually tender and when you dare to ask what it is, he’ll only smile. Later, when you thank him for dinner, his hand will linger at the base of your neck, thumb brushing your carotid pulse. “You must forgive me,” he murmurs, “I do dislike sharing.” His jealousy isn’t about love; it’s about control portrayed as love. An uncontrollable desire to consume every part of you until there’s nothing left that isn’t his.
Jason Voorhees
His jealousy stems from the sheer desperation he feels towards you. He reacts like a wounded animal when someone tries to take you from him, blade tearing through skin and bone till there is nothing left of them. You’ll have to comfort him after, promising you’d never leave him because here’s the thing about a wounded animal; they’ll turn on you too.
The Grabber
The Grabbers jealousy is a blanket that constricts you — he’s calm, composed, and so damn condescending one minute and sweet the next that it gives you whiplash. He is constantly torn between taking it out on you and blaming the other person, who he kills. He’ll corner you, showing you the blood stained weapon, saying you made him do this and that he doesn’t want to have to hurt you too.
Tinker: his first thought where and I quote "Holy shit that person is packing" take that as you will
Alfredo: his first thought was "God damn this person wants me? That new"
Tex: his first thought "That person has the perfect body for a family. Wait I can have a family Jr had one"
Nubbin: his first thought wasn't about you it was about something else at the same time was you "I wonder how they react to me showing them a roadkill chair"
Chop Top: his first thought was "well that was is mine, and their feet" (somewhere I heard he in cannon is into feet)
Drayton: his first thought was "She make a mean steak," but after you sass him out it was "My lord that the funny shit I ever heard" yeahhhh
Leatherface: It was during the chase when he finally started to think about it "they would make a great dad/mom for Bambi alongside me"
Thomas: his first thought was a sweet but sad one "Why are they being nice? Are they after my family? Are they just that nice?"
Johnny: his first thought was "My my they have a nice ass"
Sissy: her first thought where sweet but a little creepy. "their my soulmate, mine oh mine"
Your car had broken down and he was helping you get to his house to "fix" it. Your car had broken down at the last chance gas station.
Alfredo:
Y'all were both farting with each other, and it turned into covo between the two. Yeah the two enjoy that time and exchange numbers
Tex:
He was helping you out with Alfredo being a prev. When you give him a ride to thank him. He gladly agreed and got into the passenger seat.
Nubbin:
You were driving and saw a man coming into view. So you pull over and open your passenger seat for him to get into. Did he weird you out? A little but y'all had a good laugh.
Chop Top:
You worked for a music studio and had find info on the Sawyers they sent him, but instead of killing ya he kept you.
Drayton:
You met him at the family dinner. He laughed at you. Calling you dumb and stuff. When you decide you had enough and bite back.
Leatherface:
How has every victim met him? You got chase around the barn after trying to play with his daughter and you escaping the family.
Warnings: kidnap, stockholm syndrome, abuse, cussing, NSFW, age gap
A/n this one’s kinda dark do not read if you can’t handle that
- At first you were just another one of his victims. He was going to play naughty girl with you and the kill you, of course. But something about you made him keep you around longer. You were so well behaved and almost seemed to genuinely love him.
- Albert would still make you stay in the basement most of the time. However you were allowed to take baths or showers now and sometimes eat dinner upstairs with him.
- He’d give you pillows and blankets for the basement and maybe some sheets. Maybe if you have been really good he’d bring you some books.
- You guys haven’t officially said you guys are dating but you basically belong to him at this point and you love him. You think some part of him loves you too.
- Dates don’t happen. Duh you aren’t allowed to leave the house. He will bring you up for a movie sometimes it’s very rare though.
- If you mess up and make him mad he’s not afraid to knock the shit out of you. He’ll leave you downstairs for a day with no food and make sure you know not to do that again.
- He can be very sweet or very fucking mean. It just depends on his mood. He likes playing games with you just so you mess up and he gets to punish you.
- He wasn’t sexual at first. It took a while for him to warm up to the idea of doing anything sexual with you. But once he does he has a high sex drive.
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Summary : Eddie’s innocent crush on you had started in middle school, a fleeting admiration that grew into something far more intense over the years. Now a senior, his feelings had morphed into a quiet obsession—one he kept hidden from everyone, even his closest friends. He watched you from afar, memorizing your habits, your smile, the way you laughed. But when he saw you flirting with another guy in the hallway, something inside him snapped. The thought of losing you, of you choosing someone else, was unbearable. That’s when he decided—if he couldn’t have you, no one could. And he had a plan.
Warnings: This story contains themes of kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, and obsessive behavior. The character of Eddie exhibits typical traits of an obsessed kidnapper. Reader discretion is advised.
A/n : Lowkey running out of ideas so I might take a break.I’m not getting any requests sooo idk yall 😭
Word count : 3.7k
“Eddie, are you even listening?” Grant’s voice barely registered in my mind, his words a distant murmur beneath the roaring in my head. “Our campaign is in two days—it’s going to be our biggest one yet.”
I wasn’t worried about our campaign. I wasn’t worried about anything except her.
Y/N.
The love of my life. The one person who mattered more than anything else in this miserable world.
And she was standing just a few feet away, giggling, smiling—flirting—with someone who wasn’t me.
My grip on the edge of the lunch table tightened until my knuckles turned white. I felt something dark and ugly curl inside my chest, something that burned hotter with every second I watched her entertain him. She was laughing, her voice soft and sweet, and then—he kissed her hand.
My breath caught.
That set it off.
I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. She blushed. She let him touch her. She smiled at him. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? What she was allowing? Did she know how much I loved her—obsessed over her? How I would do anything to be the only person she ever looked at that way?
I felt detached from my own body as I stood, pushing past Grant without a second glance. He called my name, but I wasn’t listening. My mind was already working, already planning. She couldn’t fall for someone else. I wouldn’t let that happen.
Y/N had no idea what she had just set in motion.
She didn’t know what I was capable of—especially when it came to her.
She was going to be mine.
I didn’t go back to lunch. I couldn’t. Not when the image of her laughing, blushing, letting him touch her, was burned into my mind like a brand. My hands were still shaking when I shoved open the door to the janitor’s closet, locking myself inside, drowning in the dark. I needed to think.
This wasn’t just a crush anymore. It hadn’t been for years.
I needed her.
She was mine before she even knew it.
I pressed my back against the cold metal shelving, dragging my hands down my face, forcing myself to breathe. The ache in my chest wouldn’t stop, the nausea rolling through me like a sickness.
She had no idea how much I watched her. How much I memorized every little thing about her—how she twirled her hair when she was thinking, how she bit her lip when she was nervous, how she smiled when she thought no one was looking.
I knew what made her happy. I knew what made her cry.
And I knew that the guy she was flirting with today? He wasn’t right for her.
But I was.
The problem was, she didn’t know it yet.
My breathing slowed. My mind cleared. I just needed to make her see.
No distractions. No other guys. No obstacles standing in our way.
I licked my lips, tilting my head back against the shelves, my pulse steadying as a slow, dark smile curled at the corners of my mouth.
I had a plan now.
By the time I was finished, she’d know exactly where she belonged.
With me.
Time skip ⊹ ࣪ ˖
The clock struck 11:00 PM when Y/N finally stumbled home from the block party—the one I wasn’t allowed to attend. Not that it stopped me from keeping an eye on her. I had been watching, waiting, making sure she got home safely. But the second I saw him—that worthless scumbag—practically groping her under the guise of helping her inside, my vision blurred with rage.
I was already inside. Perched on her windowsill, I had slipped in an hour ago, unnoticed, as I always did. The moment I saw them at the door, I moved quickly, silently, sliding beneath her bed. I kept my breathing shallow, controlling the rise and fall of my chest as I waited, hidden in the darkness.
The door creaked open, and I could hear it in her voice—she was wasted.
“Josh, y—you can go,” she slurred, hiccuping as she kicked off her heels. “I’m gonna go to bed.”
I clenched my jaw, willing him to listen, to walk away before I had to do something drastic.
“I don’t wanna leave you alone,” he murmured, voice dripping with fake concern. I knew that tone. He wasn’t worried about her—he was hoping to take advantage of her.
Disgusting.
“I—We both know why you’re here,” she sighed, already sobering up. “I’m not in the mood. Please just go.”
She was being polite. Too polite.
But he wasn’t taking the hint.
“C’mon, Y/N,” he coaxed, stepping closer. “We never do it anymore.”
I could hear the exhaustion in her sigh, the way her body sagged as she rubbed her aching ankles, bruised from a night of walking in heels.
“That’s because I don’t like doing things with you,” she snapped, her patience finally cracking. “I’m tired. Lock the door on your way out.”
She didn’t wait for his response, just stripped out of her dress and tugged on an oversized sleep shirt before crawling into bed. The mattress dipped under her weight, and I could hear her rummaging through the nightstand.
For Advil, most likely.
But instead, her fingers closed around the bottle of sleeping pills.
Perfect.
I stayed still, listening. The rustling stopped. Then, soft, even breaths. She was asleep.
But he was still here.
Josh hadn’t moved. I could feel the frustration radiating off of him, the way he lingered, staring at her sleeping form.
I knew what he was planning.
No.
Not tonight. Not ever.
I moved swiftly, soundlessly, emerging from beneath the bed like a shadow. He never even saw me coming.
Before he could touch her, I lunged—one arm wrapping around his throat in a crushing hold. He let out a muffled grunt, struggling against me, his fingers clawing uselessly at my arm. My muscles flexed, tightening like a vice.
He fought. They always fight at first.
I held firm, making sure to keep him quiet. I wasn’t about to let him wake my princess from her peaceful slumber.
His movements slowed. His body sagged.
Still, I held on. Just in case.
Another thirty seconds passed before I finally let him drop, his body crumpling to the floor like a discarded puppet.
I wasted no time. I grabbed him by the collar, dragging his unconscious form across the floor, out of her room, down the hall. There was an empty guest room—one with no windows, no way out.
I shoved him inside and locked the door.
He wouldn’t be a problem anymore.
Not for her.
Not ever again.
I turned back, stepping quietly into her room. She was still fast asleep, chest rising and falling with each steady breath. Peaceful. Untouched. Safe.
I sat down beside the bed, watching her.
I let her sleep for a while, giving the sleeping pills time to fully take effect. To be sure, I gently lifted her arm, letting it drop back onto the bed. No response.
Good.
I did it again, watching for any twitch, any sign of consciousness. Nothing. She was out cold.
Perfect.
With my heart hammering against my ribs, I quietly stood and slipped out of her room. My van was parked a few houses down, too far to carry her without risking waking her up. That wouldn’t do. I needed everything to go perfectly.
I hurried down the street, my breath fogging in the crisp night air, and slid into the driver’s seat. The engine rumbled softly as I pulled up in front of her house, killing the headlights to avoid drawing attention. The back doors creaked slightly as I opened them, revealing the space I had meticulously prepared for her.
A thick, cushioned mattress layered with soft blankets. Pillows stacked neatly along the sides. Stuffed animals—her favorites—I had collected over the years, waiting for her. I had made sure it was comfortable. Warm. Safe.
For her.
The only thing left was the duct tape. Just a precaution. I didn’t want her screaming, didn’t want to scare her. This wasn’t kidnapping. This was rescue.
She just didn’t understand that yet.
I crept back inside, moving with careful precision, listening for any sounds of movement. The house was silent. Still.
I made my way upstairs, my pulse quickening with each step. When I reached her room, I paused, staring at the sight before me.
She looked beautiful. The soft glow from her bedside lamp bathed her features in warm light, her eyelashes fluttering slightly in sleep. Peaceful. Completely unaware of how much I loved her. How much I was willing to do for her.
I took a slow breath and stepped closer, grabbing the small throw blanket from her bed and carefully wrapping it around her. Then, as gently as possible, I slid my arms beneath her, lifting her into my embrace.
She stirred.
For one breathless second, I froze.
Then, she shifted slightly, pressing her face into my chest, instinctively seeking warmth. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed, curling into me.
My heart clenched. God, she was perfect.
I held her closer, cradling her as I made my way downstairs, moving quickly but carefully. I pushed through the front door, stepping into the night, my eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching.
The van was waiting.
I reached the back, lowering her down onto the nest of blankets and pillows. She immediately curled into them, her frame disappearing into the warmth I had prepared.
She was safe now.
She was mine.
I shut the doors softly, locking them before rushing around to the driver’s seat. My hands gripped the wheel, my breath coming in shaky gasps.
This was it.
I was taking her home.
Y/n’s POV ⊹ ࣪ ˖
A dull ache pounded in my skull, a heavy fog clouding my thoughts as I stirred from sleep. My body felt sluggish, my limbs weighed down by exhaustion and the lingering effects of alcohol. Instinctively, I reached out, seeking the familiar comfort of my blankets—
But something was off.
The texture was wrong. The air smelled different. The mattress beneath me was firmer than my own, and an unsettling chill ran down my spine as I felt an unfamiliar presence nearby.
My right hand twitched, an automatic attempt to move—
Clink.
A metallic rattle.
My breath caught in my throat.
I tried again, pulling harder, but my wrist wouldn’t budge. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. I wasn’t just in an unfamiliar bed.
I was restrained.
Panic clawed at my chest as I forced my eyes open, only to be blinded by a harsh flood of light. My head pounded at the intrusion, vision swimming.
“Do you want me to close the curtains, sweetheart?”
The voice was gentle. Familiar. Too familiar.
I froze, struggling to place it through the haze of my hangover. Squinting against the light, I turned my head, trying to make out the figure standing in the room.
A shadow. Broad shoulders. Dark, unruly curls.
And then—
Recognition slammed into me like a freight train.
“Wai—Eddie?” My voice cracked as I tried to sit up, only for the cuffs around my wrist to tug me back. My breathing quickened. “What’s going on—why am I here? Why are you here? Why can’t I move?”
I barely had time to register the fear creeping into my voice before he was beside me, his hand suddenly cradling my face. His thumb brushed softly against my cheek, wiping away the moisture gathering at the corners of my eyes. His touch was warm. Gentle. Almost comforting.
I flinched away.
“You don’t know, do you?” His voice was calm, but there was something lurking beneath it—something dark. “Why did you let him touch you like that? Kiss you? Make you blush?” His grip on my face tightened just slightly, his other hand curling into a fist at his side. “That asshole doesn’t deserve you.” His voice trembled, breath ragged. “I do. I love you. I would do anything for you.”
I shook my head violently, trying to pull away from his hold. My heart pounded in my chest, panic rising like bile in my throat.
“Where am I, Eddie?” My voice wavered. “Did you—”
His hand dropped, expression twisting in something almost pained.
“God, no,” he breathed, shaking his head. “I would never do something like that to you. But he was going to.” His jaw clenched. “Josh was going to hurt you. I saved you, Y/N.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
He reached for my hand. I tried to pull away, but he held it gently, his thumb running over my knuckles. His skin was warm, his scent clinging to the blankets wrapped around me. A mix of faded cologne and something unmistakably him.
As my vision adjusted, I took in my surroundings. The room was cluttered but familiar. A Corroded Coffin banner hung on the wall. Metal posters were tacked up haphazardly. My gaze flickered to the dresser—
My breath hitched.
Sitting on top of it was my plush toy. The one I had lost.
No. No, no, no.
This wasn’t happening.
I yanked at the cuffs again, harder this time, feeling the cold metal bite into my wrist. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up at him, desperation clawing at my throat.
“No. No, Eddie, why am I here? What did you do to me? Why do you have my plushie?” My voice cracked as panic overtook me. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in.
His expression softened, a flicker of something like sadness passing through his dark eyes. “Sweetheart, there’s no reason to stress.” His voice was soothing, careful. “I’m not going to hurt you. Your parents are gone. Out of the country. We’re on winter break—”
I snapped upright, scrambling back as far as the restraints would allow.
“You’re insane,” I spat, chest heaving. My vision blurred with fresh tears. “You kidnapped me? The people were right—you really are a freak! Don’t touch me.”
The words left my lips before I could stop them.
A tense silence filled the room.
Eddie’s face twisted—hurt flashing across his features before he quickly masked it. He looked away for a moment, inhaling deeply through his nose, exhaling slow and controlled.
Then, barely above a whisper—
“You think that of me?”
A heavy silence hung between us, thick with tension. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, my pulse hammering so loudly that I could barely hear anything else. Eddie got up and stood at the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes locked onto mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to snap, to lash out—but instead, he let out a slow, shuddering breath and dropped his gaze to the floor.
“That’s what you think of me?” he repeated, softer this time, his voice laced with something dangerously close to heartbreak. “After everything I’ve done for you?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
Tears burned the edges of my vision, my mind racing for an escape plan, for anything that would get me out of this nightmare. My wrist ached where the handcuff bit into my skin. My legs trembled beneath the weight of the blanket he’d wrapped me in—like I was something fragile, something precious.
But precious things don’t get kidnapped.
I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. “Eddie… please. Just let me go.”
His jaw tightened.
“You don’t get it,” he murmured, running a hand through his curls. His fingers trembled slightly, his shoulders rigid. “I saved you, sweetheart. He was going to hurt you. Josh—he—” Eddie clenched his fists, exhaling sharply through his nose. “I had to do something. I had to get you away from him.”
My stomach twisted. “What did you do to him?”
Eddie lifted his head, his eyes glinting with something dark.
“He’s gone.”
The way he said it—calm, absolute—made my skin crawl.
I swallowed thickly, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “Gone,” I echoed, the word tasting like acid on my tongue. “Gone where, Eddie?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he stepped closer, slowly lowering himself onto the mattress beside me. I shrank back instinctively, my body tensing as he reached for my wrist—the one free from the handcuff. He lifted it gently, his thumb tracing circles against my skin. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, but not in the way it used to when we were just classmates, just acquaintances.
This was different. Wrong.
“I know you’re scared,” Eddie whispered, his voice low and soothing, like he was comforting a frightened animal. “But you don’t have to be. I would never hurt you, Y/N. Everything I’ve done, I did for us.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. “There is no us, Eddie. This isn’t love—this is insane.”
For a brief moment, he looked mad. And then—just as quickly—it was gone, replaced by something far more unsettling.
A soft smile.
“You don’t mean that,” he said, his tone infuriatingly patient. “You’re just confused. I get it, sweetheart. Waking up like this must be scary. But in time, you’ll understand. You’ll see.”
I wanted to scream, to fight, to rip the damn handcuff off the bedpost and run.
But I knew Eddie.
And I knew that if I pushed too hard, too fast—he wouldn’t let me go.
I forced myself to take a deep, steadying breath. “Eddie…” I started, choosing my words carefully, “if you really care about me, you’ll let me go. Right now. Please.”
His expression softened, but his grip on my wrist remained firm.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. My stomach twisted in revulsion. “I do care about you. That’s why I can’t let you go.”
He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as if he found the whole situation adorable.
“You just need time,” Eddie said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Time to realize that this is where you belong. With me.”
I swallowed down a sob, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal.
I didn’t know how long I sat there, my body frozen in place, my mind screaming at me to do something—to fight, to run, to wake up from this nightmare. But I wasn’t asleep. This was real. The cold bite of the handcuff on my wrist, the weight of the blanket he had wrapped me in, the way Eddie’s fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along my skin as if trying to soothe me—all of it was real.
“I can see your mind racing, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice was warm, almost amused, as he watched me carefully. He sat at the edge of the bed now, one leg tucked beneath him, his body angled toward me like I was some delicate creature he needed to tend to. “You’re trying to figure out how to escape.”
My breath hitched.
His lips curled into a small smile. “That’s okay. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t try.” He reached out, his knuckles grazing my cheek. I flinched. His smile faltered for just a second before he recovered, shaking his head. “You don’t have to be afraid, Y/N. You’re safe here. With me.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Eddie, please… just let me go. You don’t have to do this.”
His brows furrowed like the idea of not keeping me here had never even crossed his mind.
“I do, though,” he murmured. “You don’t see it yet, but I do.” He shifted, leaning in closer. I tried to pull back, but the restraints limited my movement. His fingers brushed a stray tear from my cheek. “You were slipping away from me, sweetheart. I couldn’t let that happen.”
I clenched my jaw. “You had no right—”
“I had every right.” His voice sharpened, his grip on my chin tightening just slightly before he took a breath and softened again. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I see you. The real you. Not the person you pretend to be when you’re with those idiots at school. Not the girl who forces smiles for guys who don’t deserve you.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip, his eyes dark with something I didn’t want to name. “With me, you don’t have to pretend anymore.”
I turned my head sharply, wrenching away from his touch. “You’re insane.”
He sighed, standing up abruptly. “You keep saying that,” he mused, running a hand through his messy curls. “Like I haven’t proven how much I love you.” His eyes flickered to the dresser, to the plush toy sitting there. “I’ve always been watching out for you, sweetheart. Always.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
How long?
How long had he been doing this? Taking my things? Watching me when I wasn’t looking?
Eddie turned back to me, his head tilting slightly. “You’re tired,” he said softly. “You’ve had a long day. Why don’t you nap for a little bit longer. I’ll bring you some water and something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry,” I forced out.
His smile didn’t falter. “You will be.”
He moved toward the door, pausing before he stepped out. “Oh, and sweetheart?” He glanced back at me, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Don’t bother trying anything. The window’s locked. And if you hurt yourself trying to get out… well.” His gaze darkened. “I’d hate for you to get hurt.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
And I was alone.
For now.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my body trembling as I yanked at the handcuff again, ignoring the sting as the metal dug into my wrist.
I had to get out of here.
Before he decided to make me his for good.
A/n : I sincerely appreciate your patience and enthusiasm for the next part! I know I left you all on a cliffhanger, and I’m truly sorry for that. I just need a little more time to work on Part Two while also finishing another fanfic I’ve been writing. Thank you for your support—I can’t wait to share what’s next!!!
i hope you enjoy these!! i made them with love and care ;)
Hannibal Lecter:
yeah, whoever made him feel that way is long gone. he’ll take you, tie you down and make you watch him kill that person in a very brutal sick way. he then will go on and tell you a heart filled message, while looking you in the eyes.
“you forced my hand dear.” oh yeah, make sure you enjoy his next meal. he made it special. 🥩
Will Graham:
he will become nonchalant (no joke), he will stop being him for a minute to process his emotions and how to deal with them. he’ll also become a rude bitch. not just to them, but to you as well.
“how would that make you feel?” he may even roll his eyes. soon, that person will come up missing. 🌪️
Billy Loomis:
takes it to a different level even in public. he will try to embarrass that person in-front of everyone. he takes your arm and you guys leave. if you try to talk to him, he’ll ignore you until he’s ready to talk.
“i want you to stay here, with me tonight.” only later to find out that there’s been a ghost face attack…with them being the first victim. 📞
Stu Marcher:
if you think will is gonna be nonchalant, lemme tell you about this guy. not only will he go crazy if someone takes to much of your time, he then will not talk to you for a little bit, which upsets you ofc.
“i think you should just stay away from that guy.” you can imagine what stu will do from there…📞
Micheal Myers:
death. just death. since he’s a lot older than you (probably) he won’t even waste time trying to explain that he’s jealous. he’ll just go and kill them.
you can feel him staring at you under his mask. very creepy. 🔪
Valak:
wow, valak? being jealous? not a change. now, let’s say you were trying to summon another demon. now we’re taking. as i say in all my post he’s very sneaky. which means not only will he banish that demon, he’ll also banish you as well.
have fun in hell with him. forever. 🪞
Art the Clown:
if you expect art to not get jealous you must be mistaken dear. he’s a man child, a big baby. but when he gets mad, he’s mad. he’ll take you and tie you in a chair. then, he peels the victims skin off piece by piece while laughing without a care.
he will later surprise you with a heart …a human heart. 💉
Malthus:
dealing with a demon such as him will not end up good. also considering he’s mostly in the doll then with you. but that doesn’t stop him from seeing you interact with other people for to long.
that doll is everywhere. including that special persons home…🕯️
Ethan Landry:
will pretend everything is okay until it’s just you two alone. “why were you and them so close?” he stares deep into your soul, making you shudder. ethan is a walking mask. on the outside he’s a sweet boy. but on the inside he’s a brutal walking man.
“you stay the fuck away from her!!” as the knife digs deeper in their chest. 📞
Candyman:
he’s more calm actually. he trust you, not them. so as long as it doesn’t go to far, he’s okay with it. now, if it did go to far he’ll step in and take you away from them. he manly watches from afar tho.
“let’s head home.” let’s hope that person isn’t allergic to bees. 🐝
Pennywise (2017):
this clown didn’t understand what was happening at first. why did he feel that way? he had no idea. all he knew was that he didn’t like it, and he knew he had to do something about it. so if that requires him eating that persons chest out then so be it.
“you’re my friend. not theirs.” 🎈
Freddy Krueger:
oh my this man gets jealous so much it’s ridiculous. he’s so insecure about himself so when you find interest in anything other than him for more than 5 minutes he’s all over the place. it’s kinda sad actually.
just know they won’t be waking up ever again. 💭
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