#yandere final girl

[heartfullofleeches]

Slasher Reader: Nobody loves me- I've been bullied all my life to the point I've contemplated ending it. I'll make sure they all feel a fraction of the pain they put me through.

Final Girl Yan: Poor baby~ Want me to suck your cock, Pretty?

Slasher Reader:

[carnivorousyandeere]

Final Girl Emmy and Slasher Darling

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: sexual content, dubcon, imagery of extreme violence and gore, degradation both ways (some verbal and some implied), restraints/kidnapping

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Tied up. Head throbbing. Your beloved, beloved knife gone.

Your hands ache, fingers flexing in its absence— only for your eye to be caught by a glint of metal. Your knife… in the claws of that bitch you’d been hunting all night.

Emmy giggles, rising from her chair and bouncing over. The sound of her laugh, the pep in her step, the faint scent of a sweet perfume underneath the blood and dirt… disgusting. It makes you want to stab her through the throat, watch those eyes fade, to slam her head into the ground until her skull cracks open and her bleach blonde hair is stained with her own brains—

“Why so sour?” Emmy bats her eyelashes, pressing the tip of your knife to her bottom lip. Poking just into the softness there, threatening to split the skin, to spill that blood you so desperately want to see more of— she only grins wider at your gaze falling to her lips, twirling the knife away with a flourish. “Mad that you couldn’t catch me~?”

Your throat burns with impotent rage. Your jaw clenches, all the horrible things you wanted to say dying on your lips. All you can muster is a hoarse, pathetic whisper. “Kill me.”

It would be better than listening to her gloat, to see the glow of life in her any longer.

“And end the fun? No way!” She pouts. “Things were just getting good! It took sooooooo long for you to wake up.”

She leans in conspiratorially. As if anyone else were around to hear. “I’ve heard about sickos like you, you know? On Criminal Minds and shit. Is it true that you can’t make girls cum, so you just kill them instead?”

Your blood rushes in your ears. She leans in, eyes far too wide and bright— you aim, and spit— only to hit the spot just below. Emmy wipes her cheek with the back of her hand, fingers still curled around your knife.

“You missed, dummy,” Emmy giggles, bringing her hand to her mouth, pink tongue peeking out to lap at the spit quickly drying over her bruised and bloodied knuckles.

The wind is knocked out of you. The world is turning backwards, the concrete floor swaying under your chair and chains until you’re sure you’re going to be seasick— Emmy plops onto your lap, holding the back of your neck with one hand and letting the other drape over your shoulder, knife dangling against the back of the chair.

“Come onnnnn,” she pouts, grinding against you harder as you grit your teeth and try to turn your head away, “don’t you even wanna try to prove me wrong?”

[mercedista]

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀⠀𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:⠀A killer breaks into your room, except he doesn't kill you. Well, that's one of the pros of being his girlfriend, even if you don't know that behind the mask is your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒):⠀Porn with plot, horror, non-con, dub-con, mention of murder, threat, poor smut.

𝐀/𝐍: Part two.

Paradise. That's where he was, watching you tremble beneath him, crawling across the carpet in escape-no, in denial that you wouldn't be able to flee. His heart was pounding just as much as yours, that he could swear. Except his was beating out of pure excitement, while yours, certainly, was not for anything positive.

"Oh, princess..." He chuckled, watching your back finally press against the wall, leaving you nowhere to go. He crouched down, the tip of the knife tickling your cheek. He didn't plan to hurt you-not yet-but the threat still loomed.

It hadn't even been five minutes since he broke into your room, and you were already making him hard. He licked his lips, almost savoring your panic, and it was definitely a delight. Yes, he loved the pleasure of killing people, but seeing his little girlfriend scared? That was something else.

Unconsciously, lost in thought, he was caressing your lips with his thumb. You recoiled, almost feeling disgusted by his touch, which might have offended him a bit since that snapped him out of his daydream. It was a little habit he had with you, except from your perspective, it was a killer in front of you, not your lover, so your reaction was more than understandable.

The knife still against your skin, but with no pressure. "Kill me... what's wrong with you? Stop playing with me and just do what you came here to do already," you said.

He tilted his head to the side, an expression of disappointment hidden beneath the mask. He thought it was obvious he wasn't going to kill you. "Stop touching me!" you snarled. "I have a damn boyfriend."

Naïve of you to think that saying that would stop a killer. Though he did find your loyalty adorable, even in a situation like that.

You thought you were successfully distracting him long enough to call your boyfriend, since hiding your phone behind your back was easy with his contact on speed dial.

"Nuh uh," he said. "Not that, princess." He snatched the phone from your hands. Ghostface froze, the shock you displayed gave him an extra dose of dopamine. His eyes shifted from your hypnotizing look of horror to the screen. Not that he needed to read the contact to know who you were trying to call.

His own phone vibrating in his pocket made everything clear. He had a hard time holding back laughter when he realized he was receiving the call.

"He's not going to answer you, sweet thing." His voice came out taunting even with the voice modulator.

Your hand reached for his mask. If you were strong enough-which you certainly weren't-you could have easily torn it off. Noticing your fingers gripping the black fabric, Ghostface grabbed your wrist.

"He's stronger than you." Your voice came out in a near-tense whisper. "My boyfriend. Even if you kill me. He'll find you. He's smart and strong."

"Oh, is he going to kill me, princess?" Ghostface released your wrist and used his hand to squeeze your face, your lips forming a pout, and it took everything in you not to rip off his mask and kiss him. However, that feeling quickly faded when you kicked him between the legs.

Ghostface screamed in pain, his voice modifier barely able to mask his tone with how loud it was. It was your chance to escape, if it weren't for his free hand—the other one was comforting himself where he'd been hit—grabbing your ankle and causing you to fall hard. "You...!"

You struggled, but he easily pinned you to the ground, stomach down. For God's sake, he almost lost his mind; lucky for you, he wasn’t in the mood to stay single that night.

Even though it wasn't in his pre-defined plans—or even in his current ones—to kill you, he wasn’t going to let it slide. Yes, you were his girlfriend. Yes, you were terrified, and it was justifiable. And yes, he loved you. But every action has its consequence.

His gloved hand left his crotch and tangled in your hair, his fingers gripping tightly to stop any further rebellion from you. Not that there was much chance of that, given that his heavy body was pressing you firmly against the ground; now, there was no way out.

"Damn it, I was going to play nice, but you just had to pull something like that." The killer gave your hair a sharp tug, and then a small yelp escaped your lips as you received a smack on the butt. And hell, you didn’t know whether it was his strength or the leather glove, but one of them—or maybe both—made that cursed slap hurt.

You didn’t even know where his knife had gone with how fast things were happening, but from your point of view, it wouldn’t be long before he drove it into your stomach.

You felt his weight lift off your body, but there wasn’t much time to think about it, as Ghostface was already dragging you by the hair to the bed, where he sat down. He forced you to kneel, still holding onto your hair. For a moment, his fingers relaxed imperceptibly as you gazed at the empty black eyes of that mask with your adorable, tear-streaked face staring back at him.

[slashthrashandcrash]

Trying to let my wrist heal a little more before I do some ask art so I decided to spruce up some Slasher x Final Girl OCs I have because they're fun to play around with (:

[cutecore-horrors]

u know ur addicted when every other thought is “i can’t wait to get home and cvt or attempt”

[crisiscutie]

It's does remind me this one song, Christmas Kids. Yandere Sephiroth tried babytrap his s/o for not leaving him. Christmas kids represent the triplets. Which is Yan!Sephiroth tried to make his s/o pregnant. They tried best to escape hell away from their own prison house. Even, they're change their name and move other country, Sephiroth will find them no matter what.

Yandere domestic Sephiroth AU? Yes, please. I've listened to the song, I really like it. Something about sad songs with happy beats always gets to me. I may have heard it before in some YT shorts... Anyways, it fits a domestic Yandere Sephiroth and a Pregnant!Darling very well. Just imagine the darling coming back to her new home and finding Sephiroth waiting...

Companion fic here.

Content Warnings: Slight NSFW, Emotional abuse, Pregnant Darling. Long headcanons under the cut.

Grocery shopping for the week wasn't easy, but it had to be done. The boys won't be happy that their mother went shopping without them, but school must come first.

Plus, the darling wasn't in the mood to hear Loz and Kadaj arguing and begging for certain foods that week. But regardless of their squabbles, they are her precious gifts. Her Christmas kids, as they were born on that day. The happiest day of her life.

The darling opened the door to her new home, taking a deep breath and feeling the exhaustion from the errand. The ache in her swollen feet, aching back and sensitive milk-filled breasts was overwhelming.

But the pain and discomfort she felt in her pregnant body was a small price to pay for the freedom she and her boys gained.

The young, naïve triplet boys were confused of why their mother wanted to move suddenly, but they obeyed her with little hesitation, anyway.

The darling didn't want them to turn out like Sephiroth. His possessiveness and control were too much to bear. When he took to killing innocent people in the misguided attempt to "protect" her and the boys, that was the last straw. She knew she had to leave that fucked up place called "home" behind...

She grabbed her young boys and left their prison house when the stars aligned...

Despite her unexpected pregnancy by Sephiroth, her journey brought her here. She kept pushing forward, and the reward was a peaceful, cozy home for her and her children. Until today.

As the darling placed items on the shelves, she felt a cold, eerie sensation, as if something was watching her from the darkness.

She forced herself to ignore the eerie chill, opening the window blinds slightly as she resumed her normal stocking pace.

Even though the sun was shining brightly on this beautiful day, the eerie chill still lingered in their new home.

But it has nothing to do with what happened in their past. Definitely not. It's probably just a cold flash from her pregnancy getting so close to the end.

As she tippytoes, she strained her body to place the last few items.

As a response, the backache from her pregnant belly intensified. She could feel her baby's sporadic movements, ranging from gentle kicks to violent jolts. Maybe the darling should've invested in a step stool...

A wave of heat washed over her, a heat that was neither comforting nor from the sun, but a heat that was harsh and oppressive.

Now she's having hot flashes? Oh, the perils of pregnancy. At least this little one inside her should be much easier to have than the triplet boys.

The darling softly smiled as she recalled the adventurous banter among the triplets during their journey to a new home. They were debating the sex of their new sibling.

Loz longed for a younger brother to wrestle and play games with, knowing that he would have a better shot at winning against him, unlike his other brothers.

Yazoo, with his level-headed and composed outlook, predicted it would be a girl, welcoming the possibility of her tempering the wildness of his brothers (what a hypocrite).

Kadaj didn't care either way, as long as they didn't challenge his position as the leader and his status as his mother's (self-proclaimed) favorite.

The darling let out a deep groan as she paused her stocking. Her unborn child ended the sporadic fetal movements with the hardest kick yet. Something just isn't right... Perhaps she will see someone later this week after she and the boys finish moving in.

Suddenly, the dark, icy chill behind her shifted to a menacing heat, like a furnace blazing from the shadows. It felt so familiar, like… No! It's impossible! That chapter was a distant memory.

The darling is just imagining things. It should be no surprise that the human brain likes to play cruel tricks like this.

Like how Loz kept running to his mother, crying about seeing mysterious dark feathers around his school, the grocery store and other places their family would visit. He would complain that Sephiroth was too good at hide and seek.

The darling figured the strange dark feathers were simply a product of his mind, missing his father in his own way...

But it became alarming when Yazoo began to murmur and point out the smallest details of every single dark feather as he brought them to her.

Kadaj was getting frustrated, beginning to wonder why their father wouldn't help them finish moving in.

The darling refused to believe the boys. It could just be the ravens shredding their feathers, right?

With trembling hands, the darling slowly reached out for the final item. When she completes this simple task, she can lie down and relax. All of her stress, and the aching in her back especially, would soon be gone.

Just before she could grasp it, a large, gloved hand appeared and delicately placed the last item on the top shelf.

The darling felt a strange, unwanted sense of relief as she felt the slow and gentle strokes of another hand on her back.

...His presence could not be denied any longer. She felt his chest expanding and contracting against her head, and heard the gentle thump of his heart.

Sephiroth… No matter how many miles they traveled or how many times they changed their names and minds, he still had the determination to find them. He'll always know.

His silver tresses brushed against her skin as he hummed his sinister lullaby, pressing his lips to her ear.

His free hand grazed one of her sensitive, milk-filled teats. His hand then slowly descended, aiming for the treasure below.

His darling's swollen belly, where the new life within her stirred and grew.

He rested his hand on the center of her large belly. Warm, twisted happiness now radiated from him. His plan worked.

His darling refused to turn around. Struggling to contain her sobs, His darling averted her head from him and wept in silence.

His fingers glided over the stretched skin of her stomach, while his other hand moved lower to caress the small of her back.

As he opened his mouth, his warm breath tickled her ear.

"A touching reunion."

I wasn't sure if the prompt ask had the darling pregnant with triplets or already had them and was pregnant with a spare child, so I just combined a little of both concepts, but regardless, thanks for the great inspiration.

Yandere Domestic AU chronology: Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | Homecoming | The Crowning Moment

[yanderefarm]

"im so fuckin grateful for my ex"

[unnamed-blob]

Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?

⇢ Pairing: Ghostface/Meg Thomas

⇢ Length: Oneshot

⇢ Synopsis: Ghostface hasn't had his hands on his darling survivor for many, many trials. The Entity isn't that cruel of a mistress to deny him for long of course.

⇢ A/N: (Dark) fluff?? In MY Ghostmeg works?? In my defense, I was sick and weak, they struck me when I had no means of defending myself- For those unaware, Slash and I have also agreed that Ghostface's ribbons have a mind of their own, and now that I have figured out how to slip that into my writing, expect it constantly.

Ghostface rose off of the splayed, mangled body of the last survivor, grimacing in disgust as he nudged it with his foot, flicking the blood off of his knife. He easily stepped over the corpse, wiping the remaining red liquid on the sleeve of his robe as the death toll rang out, the unmistakable sound of the sky parting for the Entity’s hungry grasp. He didn’t bother to look back, focused instead on striding to the now open exit gates. 

His pace was too quick, too heavy, his posture too stiff and his dismissal of his favored weapon more violent than usual, all but slamming the knife into its sheath without a glance to ensure he wouldn’t stab himself doing so. 

It’d been….. many, many, far too many trials since he’d seen his lovely little, red rabbit. Caught scent of her fear, snapped his teeth around her delicate skin, her wrists clasped in one hand, able to feel her racing pulse in her wrists, ran his fingers through her hair-

Ghostface growled, harshly yanking the mask off of his face as he shoved his hood down, digging his nails into his scalp as he ruffled his hair and tried to force the brimming edge threatening to boil over back. His ribbons lashed behind him, jerking in all directions in rapid succession. 

The killer had begun to find it troublesome to properly conduct his trials when she failed to show each and every time. Of course, that didn’t mean he’d grown sloppy, slow, useless. 

Oh no, no, of course not. Why it’d rather become quite the opposite. The survivors unlucky enough to be cast into trials with him must’ve done something to displease the Entity, to be dropped into an enclosed space when the bloodlust boiled within him. He’d lost nearly all his patience for his stealth specialized moves, preferring to go gunning for them like a bloodhound, the panicked survivors darting in all directions like brainless hares. 

The anger within him had lent him harsher swings and quicker slashes, his knife finding the spots that were sure to cause maximum pain, for choked gasps and grunts and unbridled screams. To revel in the blood that would coat him nearly head to toe at the end of each trial. 

Hooks were too kind of an end for the survivors, Ghostface would ensure a complete mori of each and every survivor. Able to feel the haze settle for just a moment while his knife would dart in and out of their soft flesh until it was too torn to take any more of his anger. 

But reset deaths could only take him so far, could soothe the growing fire within him only so long before he’d snap. By the fog, if Meg didn’t show her cute little butt soon, he’d be sure to find the survivor camp himself and drag her out with his own two-

An abrupt, panicked scream from above shattered the killer out of his musings, snapping his head upwards to catch sight of a falling figure above him. By pure instincts, Ghostface lashed out to catch her, a female slamming right into his arms, scrambling to grab him around the neck as her body trembled from the fall. 

The killer tilted his head down to catch a proper full sight of her, freezing stone still as a familiar, red headed runner was planted right in his arms, focused on vehemently muttering choice words to the disappearing Entity above. 

His ribbons had stilled in his moment of surprise, and now excitedly regained their wagging, twirling to and fro, darting closer to gently brush against Meg’s form while the killer could only stare mutely at his favorite survivor, dropped right into his own arms. 

Meg finally seemed to register that someone had caught her, turning to face him before she froze, body completely still as her wide, terrified eyes stared up at him. Her mouth dropped open slightly, a small, startled noise escaping as her grip unconsciously tightened around his neck. 

(Like a rabbit, that freezes before the hunting dog, hoping it’s gaze will pass over it if it dares not breathe.)

Ghostface’s lips twitched, before stretching into a full blown, wolfish grin, drawing her closer tightly as the survivor finally snapped out of her shock, scrambling to break out of his hold. 

“Hi baby,” he purred, easily holding her flailing figure in place to plant a kiss on her forehead, the redhead grimacing and shuddering in response. 

“Did you miss me?” He cooed, drawing her closer, tighter against himself as Meg tried to shove at his chest, kicking into open air. He rubbed his cheek against her head, akin to an affectionate cat, while the survivor tried to claw at him with blunt nails. 

“I missed youu. On my sweet girl~” Ghostface sighed silently in relief, feeling the tenseness ease from his figure, his ribbons idly entangling around her legs to keep her in place. Meg snapped to them too late, while Ghostface easily spun to a new direction, happily trotting off to a more private part of the woods instead of the killer campfire. 

Oh he’d missed her, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else catch sight of her. Meg was the opposite of complacent in his grip, kicking and fighting and scratching (really, you’d think he was holding some feral cat instead of a survivor). Her gaze darted to his exposed neck, freezing as her thoughts flashed across her face, hands twitching as she battled within herself. 

Ghostface fought to keep from bursting out laughing. How opportunistic, how cute. Not that he’d blame her of course, he’d given her his own fair share of marks to recall him by, some visible above the limits of her clothing, others more private. It’d be quite adorable for her to do the same for him now. 

Oh well. 

He gave her another bold, grinning peck on her face as Meg startled and renewed her fighting, squeezing her closer. The two of them had a lot of time they needed to make up for, and he excitedly relayed it to the horrified expression growing on the survivor’s face, his ribbons curling tighter around her in anticipation. 

He’d have to find some way to thank the Entity afterwards, for dropping such a wonderful gift right into his arms.

[canacandies]

Its life or death to be my girl

[creepyyanderegirl]

Erin Ulmer Movie Night (Requested)

The whole day Ian,Erin and I hung out together. After finishing our shifts at Build It we all went home. Ian had left but Erin and I went home together. We live together. We ate dinner together. After dinner we went to the living room and turned on a movie. We chose the movie together. We had picked a horror movie since we both love horror. We had chosen Jennifer's Body specially. We got some snacks. We ate the snacks while watching the movie. During the movie Erin had wrapped her arms around me and checked me tightly. She kissed my head. I sighed. I always love when she's soft and cuddly. We continued watching the movie. After the movie finished we quickly put the snacks away. Then we went up to bed together. We fell asleep.

[heartfullofleeches]

Some Yan Final Girl (aka Daina) being a simp text post while I wrap up my fic with her and Slasher Reader

-

Creep Reader: Wanna see my toys?...

Yan Final Girl: Sure! I love dolls!

Creep Reader: Here's a hunting knife I got for Christmas. A steak knife set I got for my birthday. A handgun I stole off a drunk guy. No bullets in it, unfortunately, but I point it at people outside my window when I'm bored.

Yan Final Girl: God, they're fucking crazy..... I think I'd rip my clothes off if they pointed it at me right now.

-

[Creep Reader walks by, looking around suspiciously and clutching their stained backpack to their chest]

Yan Final Girl: ...Just so we're on the same page, we all agree -

Her friends: They killed Noah-

Yan Final Girl: They're the hottest person on campus-.... Honestly, there's no difference he was a huge asshole anyway.

-

Yan Final Girl, tied up in Reader's basement: Let's go over what we think are red flags. I am extremely clingy, hate the color yellow, and my ideal type is bloody, masked serial killers specifically with your exact body type and voice. Your turn!

Slasher Reader: I killed all of your friends and locked you in my basement.

Yan Final Girl: Baaabe - I said red flags.

-

Yan Final Girl: Hey there, cutie. You mad cause we trespassed on your territory?

[Sad monster/zombie darling noises]

Yan Final Girl: Don't worry, sweetie. I'll clear out all these nasty people and get you the peace you deserve. Sound good?

[Happy Monster/Zombie darling noises]

Friend: Daina.... It ripped someone's arm off and beat them to death with it!

Yan Final Girl: Well obviously it's because they were scaring the poor thing. Geez, people are so insensitive these days.

-

"Hey, Daina! You coming with us to that old haunted mansion tonight?"

Yan Final Girl: You guys are so stupid....

"Apparently, the ghost that lives there died the eve of their wedding and forever haunts the home looking for their bride."

Yan Final Girl: So... do you guys know any dress rentals open at this hour?

[sewers-headmates]

Love please make us a TransYandere alter we have someone who is very formless rn it can be any fandom or even one of your own creation they need a form plz ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

god you have us wrapped around your finger <3 because everytime you request something it’s all our brain will focus on. t-t i apologize everyone else i will get to all the requests soon. one transYandere coming up + a lil self indulgent

Name: Jean Prouvaire, Jehan

Age: 19

Gender: trans male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Ethnicity: french

Species: omega

Source: les mis

Roles: obsession holder

cisIDs: red hair, green eyes, underweight, BPD, OLD, anorexia, student, poet, autistic, shy, quiet

transIDs: transBipolar1, transYandere, transHarmful, transKidnapper, transBrainwasher, transMurderer, transStalker, transCuteHarmful, transInnocentHarmful, transOmegaverse, pinkbloodic, transMiddleAges, transRoman

Paraphiles: erotophonophilia, necrophilia, sadist, biastophilia, emapihtophilia, haemotophilia, traumaphilia, oplophilia

Other Labels: ambiamorous

Appearance: your choice on which one he looks like love

Aesthetic:

i hope you love him!

-mod R

[xy7ofone]

[slashthrashandcrash]

I'm a man with scissors for hands I long for a love that I know I can't have It's so sad, my heart in your hands I melt like the snow in the part where you dance

Slasher x Final Girl OCs my beloved. Motionless In White song my beloved.

[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

Lol, made a response to the post linked above, of different oc’s who are in some way shipped with Bob. Was also an opportunity to show a bit of the captives color scheme.

[cutecore-horrors]

damn cvtting w a razor is so fun ive been missing out