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pisceangirl666 · 6 months ago

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°•𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎•°

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐈𝐌𝐎.

𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠!

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆: 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒.

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𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬:

Michael has seen plenty of impetuous and neglectful people in his life (One of them being his sister, whom he does not regret stabbing in the slightest) and seeks someone diligent and dutiful. He would be lying if he said he didn't admire those qualities. A person who is well aware of their responsibilities and sincere is something that would make Michael gain respect and a soft spot, even if a little, for them.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲/𝐒𝐭𝐮/𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲):

Ghostface has his priorities straight. The man enjoys toying with his victims and catching them off guard, though if he finds someone witty enough to have a comeback for all his taunts and is quick on their toes to keep up with his shenanigans energy, he will be instantly intrigued by them. Initially, his interest would be there just for the fact that he has finally found someone interesting and challenging enough, but later on, he'd be completely whipped.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬:

The only form of love Jason has received in his life is from his mother, Pamela. He is naturally inclined towards people with a gentle demeanor and comforting aura. He requires someone considerate, who doesn't judge him and is able to provide him with the love and care he has always lacked. He doesn't care for anything else as long as they are a kind soul, and needless to say, he will reciprocate their love cordially.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫:

Hannibal has a clear set of requirements that he won't compromise on. You are free to blame it on his nature or age, but that's how he is. Whomsoever catches his attention needs to be smart, not necessarily cunning, but enough to share his tastes and understand him on a mental level. They MUST be respectful and well-mannered. He despises discourteous, ill-mannered, and unthoughtful people; he won't tolerate them. Apart from this, he also expects a certain level of honesty from them. After all, lying can also be considered rude in certain cases, can it not?

𝐁𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

Bo is a sucker for pretty faces, he won't deny the fact, but that doesn't mean having one gives someone the ticket to get away with anything; it's quite the opposite, actually. While Bo may get attracted to someone based on their appearance at first glance, he won't hesitate to hand them to Vincent or take matters into his own hands if they are disrespectful. Looks aside, he prefers someone with a more docile nature, not a pushover, simply calmer and more agreeable to avoid unnecessary clashes given his unstable and domineering personality.

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

Vincent is not picky when it comes to matters like these. If someone is genuinely nice and willing to accept him for who he is, that's more than enough for this man. Unlike his twin brother, he doesn't care for appearances but rather values the inner skills of an individual. He will be highly supportive of their hobbies, finding ways to incorporate activities that allow both of them to spend time together while doing what they love.

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫:

Lester's childhood has been scarce from an attention perspective, not deliberately, but his older brothers had special needs that, by default, took his rightful share. He yearns for someone who listens to him and showers him with the love and attention he has lacked. He's drawn towards someone easygoing with an optimistic outlook and enjoys the little things in life like him.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞:

Brahms' human interaction is non-existent, so he is easily attached to whoever takes care of him (or rather, his doll), but yes, he is very much looking for someone loyal who wouldn't leave him no matter how dire the circumstances become and patient enough to bear his temper tantrums when he has them, which are more frequent that one would like to imagine since he gets grumpy over the most minuscule mistakes.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑!

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ebonyslasher · 9 months ago

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Sleeping Time

A little something creepy for Valentine's Day. Hope you all enjoy!!

TW: A teeny mention of non-con thoughts in Billy's part

Michael was the subject expert at watching people from afar. Although he was tall, he was easy to miss for those who weren't paying attention. Even when he was on the prowl, ready to kill a nearby target, they still wouldn’t feel his presence until it was too late.

This was the same with you, as you soundly slept in your soft bed. Pillows surrounded you like a halo, the fan blowing right on your unconscious form. Michael stood off to the side of the bed, watching as you rested. You were none the wiser, not even feeling the aura of his presence in the room.

Michael tilted his head as he observed your relaxed face. You were unlike most he came across, your look was so beautifully unique. At first glance, he was immediately obsessed. His cold eyes took note of your position, on your back with one arm lifted over your head. The only sign that you were alive was the movement from your chest. Something that could be easily taken away, if Michael so chooses.

But, he doesn’t. He viewed your eyebrows, nose, and ears first. His eyes traveled down towards your mouth, chin, and then your neck. He spent ample time observing, his eyes going back and forth between your features. However, he couldn’t help but gravitate his view towards your neck. Especially when you move your head from side to side. Your neck didn’t look fragile, but it didn’t look strong either. Your skin looked smooth. The appeal of your neck made him want to reach out and squeeze. To see your pretty eyes open in shock and pain as he drained your breath from you.

But, he doesn’t.

Maybe one day.

Danny Johnson was a born stalker. In elementary school, it was seen as a childish quirk that he had. Easily dismissable. In middle school, it started to become concerning, but fluctuating hormones were used as an excuse. With eyes on his behavior, he tried to break the habit. In high school, he tried his best but failed. By adulthood, he had practiced how to get away with it. Now, he was using those skills to watch you.

Being a journalist had its perks. That meant he could carry a camera with him wherever he went. He had been stalking you for a while, taking notes on where you went and any routine(s) you had. He would often take pictures, usuallywhen you were looking off to the side or down. At first he was excited to have pictures of you so he could hang them in his room. However, he wanted a closer look, getting frustrated with just zooming as a temporary relief. Danny could only get so close to you in public without notice.

Danny planned to break into your house, once he was comfortable knowing the layout. He was already watching you from the window. You had knocked out on the couch with the TV still on. Bingo.

He carefully walked through the front door and silently made his way over to the couch. You didn’t stir at his presence, giving him plenty of time to watch you.

Finally, Danny could look at you closely. He peered at your face, eyes zooming in on your jawline and puffed cheeks. You looked so cute, so fragile. The desire to stab or pinch your cheeks made him smile wildly in glee. But…he didn’t want to ruin that pretty face.

In the meantime, it wouldn’t hurt to entertain the image. Ghostface unsheathed his dagger and lightly traced the tip of it right above your jawline and cheek. The peach fuzz on your face raised, the tip of the hair touching the knife. But, your skin was none the wiser. The urge to cut down on your fantastic skin increased. He did not want to ruin the moment, so he retracted the blade from your face.

He took a moment to look at you again. How peaceful. Danny gets out his phone, making sure the shutter from the camera app was silent. He took up close pictures of each individual part of your face. That cute nose. Beautiful eyelashes. Amazing shaped eyes. Soft, delectable lips. He sighed in pleasure at the view each time his camera focused.

Once he was satisfied, he walked out of the house. As he made his way home, he began to plan your kidnapping. There was no way he’d let anyone else view your perfect face ever again.

He had been stalking you for 3 weeks now. The first week was spent getting to know your routine, place of residence, car, and whatever else he could find. The second week, he went through the local building department archives, obtaining the blueprint to your house. The third week he solidified his plans, confident with your schedule and house layout. He had broken in a few times while you were away to practice.

However, one thing that he had trouble with was the dilemma of what he wanted to do with you. He needed to decide whether to have you in his collection or to keep for himself. Viewing you from a distance was not enough to make his decision. The pictures hanging in your house didn’t help him decide either. They were not enough, he had to get closer.

It was 2:03 am when he disabled your security system and snuck into your house. He goes straight to your bedroom, not wanting to waste any time. Thankfully, the door to your room was slightly open enough for him to slide through. He goes in, quietly walking up to your sleeping form.

You were sleeping on your side, hugging the pillow under your head. Your arm did not obscure the view from your face, thankfully. Asa focused on the curve of your nose that flowed nicely into wide nostrils. There was a shine against your skin, blessed moonlight rays hitting you from the window. Your eyebrows, which would scrunch intermittently, fanned out beautifully. As he took in more of your features, he wondered between the two options. While stalking you, he would watch your facial expressions often. They were quite alluring.

If you were part of the collection, he would have to decide which facial expression would be best to accentuate your features. A hard decision, as so many suited you just right.

But…..

If collected, he wouldn’t be able to see the full range of how you changed your face, especially when you’re being tormented and in pleasure. He pondered on the possibility of that face making delicious expressions. In that case…

It might be better to keep you to himself.

In the moments that he doesn’t want to gruesomely kill randoms, he likes to watch people. He’s very attached (literally) to his camera and likes to document the small things in life. He would do this to victims he stalked. It makes the build-up to the climax so sweet when they were killed. He intensely set his eyes on you at first sight, making him double-take at your beauty as you crossed the street. You were a knockout.

As he had his goons follow your every move, they noticed that you were a heavy sleeper. This was great news for Jesse, as he decided to take a closer look. You were knocked out, sleeping soundly in your messy bedroom. Jesse took his shoes off, as his heeled boots could make noise. He did not want to mess up this glorious opportunity. He tiptoed gracefully around everything to get close to you.

He leaned over, looking at your angelic face. As he appreciated the view, he made sure to record the whole thing, excited to review the footage whenever he felt lonely. Although, he would never admit that. He wanted you to be his little piggy princess.

But… he had to wait. It wouldn't be fun if he indulged now.

He continued to gaze upon your sleeping face, excited when you started going through REM. Your eyes shifted quickly under your eyelids and your mouth started to slightly open. His eyes dart to them immediately. It was a moment before you whimpered, eyebrows cutely scrunching throughout your dream. Random body parts would jump and faintly spasm, enthralling Chromeskull each time. It was obvious that you had sleep paralysis. The fight in your body made him excited. Would you act the same under his control, if he tied you up or held you down?

It seemed like the fight was beginning to end. Your limbs were successfully fighting off the paralysis one by one. He took the final opportunity to enjoy a full-body view of you writhing underneath the covers. He knew you were going to wake up soon. He dips silently, walking out the door as you wake up disoriented.

Billy loved to watch. Anything. He was a voyeur. Intimate moments were the forefront of their entertainment. Watching people shower, expel their waste, shave, cry, and masturbate were some of his favorites. It was his own reality tv show. But, the one habit he adored watching was people sleeping.

When Billy watched you sleep, it inspired his imagination to go wild. The thought of doing something to you, even around you, without you knowing made him feral. To imagine and know he could do whatever he wanted was so appetizing. It could be as innocent as caressing your soft hands. Or as devilish as wiping his cock lightly across your face.

The latter weighed heavily on his mind as he leered at you sleeping. You slept haphazardly but that did not hide the curve of your body. As you shift, he drooled at the way you twisted and moved under the covers. He wants to rip them off to see how you truly look.

Any sounds you made, Billy mentally took note to mimic. But not only that, your whimpers and odd sounds excited him. He wondered what sounds you would make if he pleasured your unconscious body. How he would love to see your face as he did so, imagining your blissed expression in glee. It was his favorite to watch if you had a particularly wild dream or nightmare, to see you toss and turn turned him on further.

The voyuer that he was loved watching you sleep. He wished he’d forced his parent to buy him a camera. It would have been a favorite pastime to take photos of your sleeping face. It would provide him ample jerk off material when he couldn’t observe you. Thankfully, he had plenty fun of jerking off to you as you slept before him.

The curve and plumpness of your lips was a sight to behold. It was equally enthralling watching them slightly open as it was seeing you talk. It turned him on so, so much. His eyes would pop when the covers would hug your form nicely, showing off your luscious curves. In certain positions, your body would look downright divine, often sending him over the edge.

The best parts would be when you tossed and turned to the point where the covers would start to fall off. The opportunity would give him a lovely view of whatever you had on (or not) to bed. If you were naked, he would go feral!

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