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Can you do more yandere slashers part 2 please.

Hopefully, I'm getting better at writing yandere characters! There are some possible triggering themes ahead so read with caution.

Roses are red, violets are blue

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Yandere!Slashers Pt. 2!

A strained sob bounced against the dingy walls that you were held captive in. Your existence, normally happy and calm, turned desperate and miserable. You looked around with teary eyes, taking in your unfortunate new home. The air was littered with specks of dust, paint torn from the walls, and all the windows crudely covered and broken. It was a scene taken from a horror movie that you desperately did not want to be in. The tears silently flow down your face before the raggedy door flings open.

A shadowy, foreboding figure stood tall at the door frame. You recognized that figure, it was the one who kidnapped you to this horrid place.

“Please ... .please let me go…,” you whimpered out, your sobbing revitalizing before this monster. He stepped forward and you shrunk back. He stops. The next movement he made your heart stop. Michael flings a body beside you. The patch of light coming from the mostly covered window showed the gouged out eyes of your crush. They lay lifeless and their once beautiful face was now covered with blood.

The image of a dead body, especially of someone you knew, caused you to hyperventilate. Feeling an extreme urge to flee, you stand up and attempt to run towards the door. Michael grabs your arm painfully and throws you down.

“Let me go, let me go! You monster!” you screamed. You attempt to stand again when Michael kicks at your legs. He quickly places his dirty boot on your right leg, right on the tibia. Stomping down, Michael relishes in your painful cry after the sickening snap of your bone. You could not run from him and he could not be happier.

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Michael knew everyone who lived in Haddonfield. Most by their identifiable features and home addresses.

Michael stalked all his victims, but only for a short time as their existence would not last long.

However, if he becomes obsessed, not only will he stalk them every single day. He will keep them alive for an undecided amount of time.

As you place your existence in Haddonfield, Michael becomes hooked.

He paid attention to your needs, placing toiletries that you ran out of/low on in various places in your house. It escalates into leisure items that you spoke about with your friends. Things that he knew that you knew you did not purchase

Making himself known, he begins to appear and reappear in different places, from a distance. Toying with you.

Anyone who will get in the way will be removed, permanently. Especially any love interest.

He is not above harming you to make you submit, stay, and be quiet. He knew what was best for you.

Injuries looked especially good on you anyway

“Kitten ... .how disappointing,” Asa remarks, seeing the piss-poor excuse of a Valentine's Day present on his bed. It was made haphazardly, the paper mache butterfly looked tattered with paint, some sort of adhesive, and drenched paper.

Asa had shown you how to do the technique weeks ago, disguising the activity as a fun bonding moment. He made an off-handed comment that a paper mache insect would be a great gift for Valentine’s Day. Of course, his smart little kitty caught the hint. But, it was obvious that you did not practice enough.

You sat upon the bed, head down in embarrassment at the state of your gift. “Asa, I tried! I really did! You know I’m not that good at-” You started to explain. Asa put his hand up and you stopped talking immediately.

“You had ample time to practice, y/n. But, you did not. Therefore, you will be punished. Get on all fours on top of your disaster,” Asa instructed coldly. You did so, feeling humiliated at the action. You desperately wanted to make this up to him while also feeling apprehension at the punishment.

Asa starts to hit your back and ass with his hands. You endure, but the force of his hits ends up making you fall on top of your gift. The burn of his hits combined with the uncomfortable feeling of wet paper and glue slathering your stomach. It made you cry out, strengthening the boner Asa had.

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Anyone who’s moving, living, or even traveling through the town gets observed by Asa. When you arrive, you capture his interest in ways he never thought possible.

He searched your name, address (and floor plan if available), and knew all your family members. He breaks in to look at everything you have.

He had notes dedicated to what you like to eat, what size of clothes you wear, etc.

Once he captures you, he doesn’t make you a part of his collection. Instead, you'll be his personal pet. A little kitty he can enjoy.

Life was starting to get a little boring. Your existence changed his life. He just needed to train you so you would not be useless to him.

His training includes the way you react (in the way that he likes), enduring physical punishment and sexual sensory overloads, how to care for him correctly, etc.

Any spouse, family, or friends that were living with you are now part of his collection. They would be a distraction to your duties.

If you perform extremely poorly, he will drag you across the floor to see any loved ones in the collection. Digging his fingers into your eyelids to force you to look at their display.

“Dr. Lecter?,” You asked as you knocked lightly on his office door. You let yourself into his practice, as was normal for your appointments.

“Y/N, please come in,” he said smoothly so as to not betray his excitement at your arrival.

You plop down on the sofa across from him and your weekly sessions begin. You’d had them for a month now. It was last week when you noticed that you were getting weirdly attached and attracted to Dr. Hannibal. It wasn’t right with the power dynamics in your current relationship. Also, all the blaring issues he knew about your life. This did not dissuade your budding feelings, with the unintentional help of Hannibal. He did not know that your conflicted romantic feelings were about him. It was like he always knew the right thing to say. He spurred your mind to think outside the box or his perspective. Everything he said, he seemed to always be right about.

“.....I feel a romantic connection to this person, but I know I shouldn’t,” You say.

“And why not?” He questioned

“Our relationship right now…it would be inappropriate to say the least.”

Hannibal leaned forward, his face schooled in its perfect neutral expression. Internally, he was fighting a smirk to bless his sharp features. “And what is love without risk?”

“....I…”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t know, y/n. I am merely throwing out a different perspective. You like this person right? What makes it inappropriate?”

“His…status and title do. The power dynamics would be unequal,” you say, trying to be as vague as possible.

“It will always be unequal. You possess powers that he would not have. And vice versa. Titles mean nothing. You see, I am your psychiatrist. I know who you are, I can see the power that you have. A relationship between you and me would be risky, in the eyes of others. But, only our eyes matter in the end.”

“A relationship between us two…?”

“Just as an example, Y/n. To help you see the big picture.”

You were his patient. He fell in love, becoming obsessed with you. You looked like the perfect partner, one to parade around at the envy of others.

He would make sure to format your mind to see how perfect you two would be. That he would be the only one for you.

Hannibal being Hannibal does this covertly, planting seeds into your head every session. He even stops taking payment for your appointments, to ensure you would still come.

The medication he would prescribe you was a level of biochemical control over your emotions. He knew the side effects and how the medication would affect your mood after you took them.

He acts like the perfect gentleman. He has perused your home, making sure to have items that you need or want coincidentally at appointments.

Anyone who is a threat to you or the budding relationship will be removed.

You will see them for the last time, served as a decadent meal. He will feed them to you, without your knowledge

“Taylor Layknn’s party is in two days, I’ve taken the liberty of picking out your look for you,” Patrick says dismissively. He thrust the outfit into your arms as he checked his phone. You stood flabbergasted at his gall.

“Patrick, I already had an outfit planned out,” you explain. You look over the outfit, trying to imagine how it would look on you.

“Yes I know, but I saw this while shopping and thought about you immediately. I knew it would be flattering on you. It goes with what I’m wearing. We’ll look great together.” Patrick looks straight into your eyes, watching your reaction.

You felt annoyed, a little offended, but flattered that he thought of you. “That’s sweet, but I don’t think that’s exactly my style.” You began to hand the outfit back to him. He thrusts the outfit back against your chest.

“It is your style and you don’t even know it. Here, look at how the color compliments your skin. How it’ll hug your figure in the right places. You know, most of these bitches don’t even know how to dress. You’ll be the talk of the night if you just listen to me.”

He tries to shelter your interactions from others, feeding you lies and pretending like he is giving you inside information to gain your trust

He purposefully talks bad and compassionate about others to uplift himself in your presence, disguising it as competition.

He is always extra with his appearance but was even more so when he knew you were going to be there.

He even wears the cologne that you love. He sends you flowers, your favorite ones, to show how much attention he paid to you

Once he has you wrapped around his finger, He tells you what to say and how to act. He needs you to be the perfect partner that even Paul Allen would be jealous of.

The desperate yuppie that he is needs you to look and act a certain way to fit in with the 'in-group'.

He buys you clothing and expects you to wear it for him. He will send you makeup tutorial videos that he likes.

Patrick will also send photos and videos of people with what he thinks is the ultimate body type. He will do whatever to shape and mold you into his perfect partner.

Patrick has a doll that looks like you in his office drawer. He dresses up in what he would want you to wear. He has another at home where he acts out fantasies of your eventual marriage.

He constantly questions where you are or slyly questions others. He gets mad if he isn’t invited anywhere, especially to his favorite place.

If he could, he dreams of hiring you as his personal assistant (if that was your profession). He has thought many times about firing his current assistant just to have you perched there, sitting pretty.

#slasher x reader #michael myers #asa emory #hannibal lecter #patrick bateman #black reader #michael myers x reader #asa emory x reader #hannibal lector x reader #patrick bateman x reader #yandere

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ebonyslasher · 2 months

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kudos and hits do not indicate the quality of the fic, by the way.

I’ve read so many fics, that aren’t as popular, that are so professionally written that I immediately know the authors even know the characters better than their original creators, respectfully. and so many of those fics made me cry and I’ve always come back to reread them because they’re that good, even if they don’t reach many people. they’re literally in my heart and I even think about them during the day because they’re that special to me.

the bottom line: the number of kudos and hits do not represent whether the work is good or bad.

and if you’re an author, don’t let it discourage you if you think your works don’t get enough hits or kudos.

sometimes the best fics that have ever been written are like a rare treasure, not many people will find them, but I promise you, those who do will cherish them very dearly ♡

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ebonyslasher · 2 months

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Thank you so much!!!!!

tag your favorite fanfic writers whose works make you think ❝ this fandom is so lucky to have them in it. my ship / my blorbo is so lucky to be written about by these talented authors who share the same hyperfixation with me ❞

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Frequent Touching

Doing a small Creepy Behavior series where I showcase some creepy activities the slashers would indulge in. The first one was watching the reader sleep. This one focuses on touch and invading personal space.

TW: SA, SH, and gaslighting. This could be triggering for people who've experienced this a lot. Read at your own risk.

Stu gets away with invading personal space because he’s viewed as the ‘cool/goofy type’. You know, the ones who are touchy for the sake of comedy. It was harmless. A lot of people around campus know his shenanigans, so people just say, “Oh, that’s just Stu, he does that to everyone.”

But, there were certain touches that you felt like he only did to you. Not only did he touch you weirdly, but he would make weird or off-putting comments as he did so. There was no way that he was doing it to others….right? Everyone seemed nonchalant about his attitude.

“Just relax, I do this to everyone you know? Why are you freaking out?” He asks, feigning innocence. He said that he did this to everyone. You did not believe him.

One time, he threw his arm over your shoulder and lightly caressed your neck. This was in front of some friends, who weren’t paying attention. The light sensation on your neck tickled which caused you to jerk away. You threw his hand off and moved away from him. You looked around to see your friends stare at you weirdly, seeing what was wrong with you. Their reaction made you feel embarrassed. Maybe you were overreacting?

You had the small inkling that you weren’t, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as he put his arms back around you again.

After that incident, the frequency and boldness of his touches would escalate. Playfully sniffing your neck, playing footsie underneath the table, and sliding his hands against your behind were only a few things he would do to you.

He would often poke your belly button. Not actively, but he would let his finger sit there. The first time he did that he jokingly said, “More than 8 seconds means it’s r*pe, ain’t that some shit?”

Disgusted, you smacked his hand out of the way and he told you not to make a scene. You look around to see people looking at you weirdly. It was driving you insane.

He still does that to you randomly, always in front of others. Challenging you to make another scene.

Stu forces hugs on you that last too long. When you try to pull away, you were always met with resistance. When you look into his eyes, there’s an odd, unsettling look you couldn’t place. Silently, he makes the point that he lets you go when he wants. Never what you want.

Leo Kasper, the ever-not-loving boomer white male that he was, did not care about making others uncomfortable. He’s the type to pat a random woman's butt as she works, laughing at her mad reaction. Even if he gets berated, it won’t stop him. He’s a man’s man. He can do whatever he likes. Or else.

You find yourself on the receiving end of his attention at a bar where you first met. Leo, obviously, found you extremely attractive. Unfortunately, that meant that he would do anything to get your attention and keep it. He’s an expert at taking advantage of social situations. He started innocent enough, calling you beautiful. He asks some general questions before you feel a heavy hand on your knee.

He touched your knee frequently and would squeeze intermittently. It was very uncomfortable to be touched by someone you just met. The turning point was when he caressed up your thigh. You shifted your legs away from him, but he pointedly kept his hand there. He squeezed your knee painfully, saying, “What’s the problem, doll? I don’t bite.”

After your initial meeting, Leo seemed to pop up everywhere. You hoped to get away from him, but he always shows up and makes it a point to approach you. Each time, he touches. Leo doesn’t give you a choice. It was clear by his aggressive movements that you were going to be touched by him. He didn’t give a fuck if you liked it or not.

Leo was an intimidating man. He leaned in your personal bubble, face all up in your grill the whole time. He gave the excuse that he was hard of hearing, but could obviously hear just fine. If you back up, he steps forward. Keep backing up and his eyes shift into deep displeasure. Leo will put his hand on the back of your neck. His grasp is tight, making you freeze. You could sense the dangerous aura emanating from him.

If you try to leave, especially when he isn't done, he will grab your arm and will slightly yank it in his direction. Try to call him out and he would say that you were being ‘emotional’ and that people didn’t have manners these days.

You wished he’d never laid eyes on you.

This man is a whining menace to take care of. You wished he never got comfortable enough to show his true self, You wished you didn’t entertain nurturing his bravery for making an appearance. He should have stayed in the walls, letting you take care of the doll. Hell, you should have never taken the position.

Brahms will outright grab your chest or ass. Painfully and quickly, like it was his last chance. Don’t let him catch a nipple or he will twist it sharply. Sometimes, he would rub himself or smell his hand right afterward. It didn’t matter if you witnessed that or not.

It seemed like his biggest goal was to rub your crotch. When you were busy focusing on certain tasks, he would appear behind you. You could feel his heavy breath fan across your back. The hairs on your neck would raise in response. You tried to tune him out until you felt his fingers slide against the bottom of your ass. You would turn around sharply and order him to stop.

It worked at first, but eventually, he got bolder. He stopped running off. He would now stand there, challenging your authority. There was one time when he even stepped forward, backing you against a nearby wall.

Now, he has started to reach out from various holes in the wall, startling you with abrupt grabs as you work.

This was hell.

You and Danny worked at the same small newspaper business. He was the new hire that your boss was seemingly impressed with. You were intrigued by the new guy, introducing yourself to him the next chance you got. His attitude seemed honest and charming, but there was an odd aura about him. Something seemed off.

Ever since the introduction, he was always close to you. There were times when you had to collaborate, yes. Those responsibilities came with the job. Not the personal space invasion he often affronted you with. It started with his hands clasping your shoulder while talking to you. Politely shrinking away, you would play it off and separate yourself quickly.

There were times when he would brush against your arm or leg as he passed by. A normal occurrence that even happens with other people. But, then it occurs frequently when he sits or stands beside you.

It escalated into invading your personal space passive-aggressively. Particularly when you two were alone, working together. You would step back to give some room when he got too close. He would let you but intentionally gravitated towards you, trying to act natural. Other times, He would suddenly appear beside you if you were bending over or sitting down, face almost right up against yours.

Out of sight, Danny will rub his hard cock, making sure to swipe some pre-cum on his hands to wipe on you. He also won’t wash his hands on purpose after using the bathroom. Sometimes, you would be hit with an odd odor when he brushes his hands past you. There was a time when he touched your hand and you felt a cold, wet sensation. It made you cringe and retract your hand quickly. As you looked at your hand, you tried to figure out what that weird shine was.

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Frequent Touching

TW: SA, SH, and gaslighting. This could be triggering for people who've experienced this a lot. Read at your own risk.

“Just relax, I do this to everyone you know? Why are you freaking out?” He asks, feigning innocence. He said that he did this to everyone. You did not believe him.

You had the small inkling that you weren’t, feeling increasingly uncomfortable as he put his arms back around you again.

Disgusted, you smacked his hand out of the way and he told you not to make a scene. You look around to see people looking at you weirdly. It was driving you insane.

He still does that to you randomly, always in front of others. Challenging you to make another scene.

You wished he’d never laid eyes on you.

Now, he has started to reach out from various holes in the wall, startling you with abrupt grabs as you work.

This was hell.

#slasher x reader #black reader #ghostface #leo kasper #brahms heelshire #tw: sexual assault #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #leo kasper x reader #brahms x reader #grown folks business

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