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Ghostface's Broken Doll
CW: dubcon, kidnapping, being held hostage, being used as a personal sex slave, choking , blood, restraints, bondage, doll pet name, pink ribbon around throat, cunt slapping, brutal sex, degradation and praise, somnophillia, bruises, cuts
Part One: "Please Don't Kill Me Mr.Ghostface!"
Part Two: Ghostface's Sex Doll
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A broken doll. that's what you were to him. An obedient doll, listening to every command. He loved to violate you and you loved it.
Your wet cunt was dripping as the masked man fucked your throat once again, treating you as his sex doll. There was a pink ribbon once again tied around your pretty throat, looking like a pretty present waiting to be opened. You always kept your legs open for him, waiting for the next assault like the good doll you were.
He always came back to you, his white mask covered in blood yet his knife was always drenched in it. You were terrified of him yet you yearned for his touch. There you were again, obeying him. Sitting on the floor and opening your mouth as wide as you could to satisfy him. Your wet cunt dripping at this killer using you for his own pleasure. You stared at the mask, your doll eyes filled with tears. You wondered about who was under the mask, your eyes never leaving his mask.
He groaned as he pulled that ribbon tight around your throat and fucked your throat, his favorite thing to fuck and abuse. He loved to fill your mouth with nothing but his cum.
“You're such a good doll for me. Keep looking at me like that, doll. You have such pretty eyes.”, He whispers as he brutally fucks your throat.
Your cunt drips even more at the tone of his deep voice, your heart flutters as the man compliments your eyes as he assaults you. Your moans and gags filled the room, drool and precum stain your lips. He loved the way you looked, covered in his mess, he knew you loved it.
He grabbed your head roughly and shoved you further down onto his cock, suffocating you as he came deep inside.
“Swallow it all, good doll. You've learned your place already, so pathetic, it only took a couple of weeks to break you.”
You tremble and try to stay still as you choke on his cock. Your body was in so much pain, you loved it. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and unchained your weak body. Your body was stained with blood and bruises. The name, ghostface, was carved all over your fragile body, reminding you of who you belong to.
He picked your weak body gently and set you on the bed like a pretty little toy to play with.
“Be a good little toy and open your legs.” He says as he stroked his big veiny cock. You opened your legs wide for him, revealing your dripping wet cunt.
“You're such a pathetic doll. Look at how fucking wet you are from me abusing you. Such a sick little bitch that deserves to be abused and treated like the whore you are.”, He said as he roughly spanked your wet cunt.
He roughly entered inside of you, grabbing that pretty pink ribbon and strangling you as he fucked your weak body. “You're nothing but a warm hole for my cock.”
You moaned at his degrading words, crying as he was right. You were nothing but a warm hole for him. A sex doll for this monster.
He fucked your body so rough, you were afraid he was going to break you. His grip around your throat made you frozen in fear, you were slowly entering in and out of consciousness as he used you. Your eyes were wide as you gasped for air.
“It’s okay doll, go to sleep. I'll take good care of you. Rest, my broken doll.” His sweet manipulative words echo in your mind as you slowly start to pass out.
“Good doll.”, he whispers as he continues to assault your unconscious body. His hands lets go of the ribbon and roam around your cracked porcelain skin, he yearned to leave more cracks within you. His hands touch your face as his cock slid in and out of your wet cunt that welcomed his cock so easily, your body knew who it belonged to.
A broken doll, he repeated in his head as he fucked you. Your perfect tits bouncing as he pounded you. He groped them, kissing them as his thrusts became more rough. He was close, his grip on your tits grew tighter with each thrust. He then finally came inside of you once more, staining you and ruining you.
The sight of your broken body laid on the bed, covered in his cum and tears. That pretty pink ribbon around your throat drenched in his cum. He untied the pink ribbon and tossed it to the side of the bed. It left a nasty red mark that made him smile. You were a beautiful broken doll. His broken doll.
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i would love to hear your thoughts on mickey alterti as a yandere cause he definitely would be one 🫶
OMFG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE 😩😭😏
♡ Mickey Being Obsessed With You ♡
Yandere Mickey x GN!Reader • Problematic af
- He saw you on campus and flirted with you regularly. You just laughed it off and soon he started mingling within your friend group.
- You didn't think much about it at first...But it was odd that everytime something 'bad' happened; he was there to offer you comfort and support
- When the Ghostface kills happened, he was the first one to tell you everything was okay and he wouldn't let anything happen to you
- When you found a body for the first time, he hugged you close to him and sshhed you that everything would be alright...How weird he didn't seem too distraught over seeing someone mangled...
- Soon people that slighted you were coming up missing and later found dead. Mutilated beyond recognition, actually. You always saw the way Mickey would glare at them. Absolute hatred towards anyone mean or rude to you...You just thought he was a good friend!
- But when your friends came up dead, this time, you started to freak out. Mickey talked to you in private after a good friend was attacked with a superficial wound. He told you, "...Why would the killer not kill them? Just be careful with them, YN."
- The police were suspecting you or someone in your inner circle. Mickey panicked when the police made you a suspect. You thought he was just THAT loyal that he believed you could never be the killer.
- Soon, your friend was found with evidence in their bag that they screamed wasn't there's. They were arrested and all you could do was accept your friend was the killer all along. You were devastated!
- You felt suspicious of Mickey just because his behavior was odd but with your friend being caught red handed; he was just a good guy! A bit cynical, dark humor, overbearing and overprotective but he wasn't a killer.
- Mickey was the only person you had left and he wanted you to have a movie night with him just to make sure you were okay.
- While at his place, he went to get snacks and you saw his camrecorder just sitting there...You smiled to yourself and snuck a peak. Thinking you'd see movie shots or his friends....Your face fell when you saw the footage.
- Every video was you. From far away a long time ago before you even talked to him clear up to present day. It was endless reel of you. You. You....You.
- You snuck out and ran as fast as you could. Terrified.
- You hid, trying to get to the police when a Ghostface appeared. Trying to grab you as you fought back. You fought with everything you had. Then you heard the voice. Confirming who the killer really was.
- "Don't make me hurt you, YN!" He peeled off the mask and looked at you like you were the only person in the world. "We're okay now. Especially with all those annoying people out of the way. Don't you see it!? We can be together now! It's okay...You can be with me now."
- He holds you captive from that point forward. Whispering sweet words to you in a soft voice while he held his knife dangerously close to your throat. He took you back to his place, letting you know that if you told; he'd kill you or someone you care about. Be a shame if you told police and he wasn't caught. What if your entire family or friends off campus came up dead?...He knew where you lived, where they lived, when they were home....He knew everything about you.
- The killings stopped. Your friend was going to trial. Mickey and you were 'dating' now. It was A-Okay and only because you let him love you.
- He constantly recorded you no matter how miserable you looked. Claiming you were his muse with an adoring smile.
- He was extremely loving towards you. So soft, playful, loyal. He was arguably the best boyfriend you had when he was in a good mood.
- However, that dark look would enter his eyes whenever anyone but him held your attention for too long. Especially another guy. His grip on you would get painful, his mood would sour and he'd start making threats again. Swearing that if you left him; people would die. Maybe even you...If he couldn't have you, no one could.
- He'd hunt you down if you tried to leave him. Knife in hand and a feral look in his eyes. "Don't fight me, YN. You know I love you. You know I only want what's best for you...Just accept it!"
- You were his only. You didn't need friends when you had him. As long as you were good; the mask and knife stayed hidden. But if you acted up and someone got killed? That wasn't Mickey's doing, that was yours. If you ran away and he hurt you? That was your fault too. He can't control himself, you know this. Just be so good for him and let him be a good boyfriend.
- Once you accepted it; he was an amazing guy. He did anything for you. Had no eyes for anyone else. Laughed at every joke. Listened intently to what you had to say with a grin on his face. Would hold you close if anyone dared come near you especially in a flirty way. Loved you like you were the only love he ever knew. Desperate for you every time you were together.
- HOWEVER...Friends were only permitted as long as they didn't take time away from him. People joked that you and Mickey were attached at the hip and you forced a smile to play along no matter how much you wanted to tell them. He had to come to every family get together. He would become distraught, close to tears and rage if you just simply wanted time away with a family member or alone time. It took hours of him trying to emotionally manipulate you and you trying to argue it was fine...He usually won.
- You were his. Only his. You just had to accept this was your life now. That your boyfriend was an obsessed serial killer that made you the object of his obsession.
#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw abuse#tw obsessive love#tw yandere#scream#mickey altieri#mickey altieri x reader#scream 2#scream imagine#scream imagines
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Bad Obsession (Mickey Altieri x Reader)
Summary: Summer semester comes and goes without much consequence, or so you think, having inadvertently captured the attention of your classmate-turned-stalker, Mickey Altieri.
Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. I had so much fun writing this even though it’s foul as hell, so I kinda left it open to a follow-up. Please look at the warnings before deciding if you want to read this. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Yandere behavior including voyeurism, stalking, blackmail, manipulation, filming without consent. Sexually explicit content that involves coercion (extremely dubious consent), masturbation, phone sex, degradation, choking, some elements of sadomasochism. Do not interact if you’re under 18.
The summer semester was always sleepy at Windsor College. Only a few hundred students stuck around for the limited summer course offerings, usually people who wanted to stay in town and utilize campus housing or to catch up on course credits to graduate on time. While Mickey was the former, you were the latter.
Taking Statistics 1101 during the summer was essentially signing up for hell, a full semester’s worth of material packed into the 8-week session. Mickey figured he’d pass with a B or C, at least. By the third class, wherein you’d established yourself in the next seat over from him, it was clear you weren’t as confident. The two of you didn’t talk much. You were far too absorbed in trying to understand the material to hold a conversation with him for long. Maybe that was a mistake, because it just gave him more of a chance to watch you.
Sure, the way you’d bring your pencil to your lips while you were thinking caught his attention, but sometimes, when you were especially lost on one of the problems you worked on in class, you’d whimper or groan softly. Every time you did, he couldn’t help but glance over at you. On the few occasions you caught him looking over, you always mouthed a silent apology, assuming your expression of frustration had bothered him.
Instead, you’d inadvertently wormed your way into the darkest recesses of his mind, almost exclusively occupied by his plotting and fantasizing about the killings he’d commit upon the upcoming preview of Stab. He had it all planned out perfectly, and with his friends back home for the summer, the Stab premiere a few weeks away, and no further word from his accomplice, a side project could do him some good.
He didn’t get close to you, not bothering to attempt to become your friend or acquaintance during the short semester. Having to keep up appearances with his existing friend group was exhausting already between pretending to care about everyone’s problems and keeping up with their banal drama. It drove him crazy. He was restless for some action.
So, he remained the guy from your Stats class as far as you were concerned. Meanwhile, he had gone to the library to look up your student profile and followed you back to your dorm at the end of the day. A wicked grin threatened to spread across his face at the revelation that you not only lived in the same residence hall, but also right next door to him. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed before, but he supposed he didn’t have any reason to. It was almost laughably easy from there to memorize your habits and schedule so he could sneak into your room as he pleased. Besides your shared Stats class, you were taking another general education course and worked part-time at a consignment shop in town. Plenty of opportunity for him to sneak around.
On his first visit to your room, he took his time, inspecting your choice of decor and rifling through your belongings. There was no need to familiarize himself with the layout since it was the same as his. Two beds, two closets, two desks—either side of the room a perfect mirror of the other. You’d claimed the side that was next to the window rather than the door. Perfect for a peeping tom, except that was far too tame to describe Mickey and his intentions. Besides, you were smart, closing your blinds whenever you changed.
The posters on your wall screamed your taste in music at him, all pretty much what he expected except for a few outliers. You owned a small bookshelf which mostly held books for your classes and a few for personal reading, along with some CDs, knick-knacks, and framed photos. A TV and a VCR sat on top of the bookshelf, though he didn’t see any video tapes among your belongings.
Your desk was nothing short of a goldmine. Notes and pencils littered the top of it, and the wall behind it was plastered in post-its and reminders you’d taped up. He found your schedule for the upcoming fall semester in one of the drawers, complete with your own personal notes about student clubs that you’d be busy with outside of class hours. Folding the paper small enough to fit in his pocket, he resolved to take a closer look at it later.
Sometimes he’d take things. Most of the time you didn’t notice, but it sent a bit of a rush through him when you did. He'd watch your brow furrow in confusion as you searched your backpack or closet. He imagined you probably figured you had left your pencil behind in a classroom or a pair of panties in the laundry room. Other times he’d leave things–specifically his camera. After some trial and error, he found the best angle to hide it and record you, concealing it among the books and clutter on your desk.
His first few recordings of you were busts, either out of focus or in an awkward position to where he couldn’t see you, but he figured there was no harm in keeping them for posterity. With his ideal set up figured out, he’d break into your room twice a week while you were out and would either retrieve or leave the camera.
Stalking you became ritualistic, an almost meditative experience with so few moving parts to worry about, no fake best buddy persona to keep up. As he’d watch back the recordings of you studying, talking on the phone, and on occasion talking to yourself, he’d become wrapped up in elaborate and sadistic fantasies. In most of them, he utilized Ghostface to terrorize you, cornering you with a knife to your throat and threatening to slit it if you made a sound. Of course, because you’re you, you’d inevitably let out a moan or whimper in frustration, and usually his mind would run wild from there.
Once in a while, he’d get really lucky and catch you getting yourself off with the lights on. He nearly came in his pants the first time he watched you wrap your own hand around your throat as you rubbed your clit. The sight nearly made him lose control and storm into your room then and there. He covertly made copies of those in the campus media lab, figuring they’d come in handy.
The summer semester came to an end, and you looked more than relieved to hand in your final exam and kiss Stats goodbye. He was almost disappointed the game was ending so soon. He would be busier than ever with the Stab premiere coming up, two years of planning finally coming to fruition as he and his predecessor’s mom hacked their way through Windsor College’s student body to get to Sidney Prescott. As he watched you grab your things from your seat, you gave him a smile and a quick “See you around.” He responded with a smile of his own and a wave. Yeah, maybe he would.
Fall semester started unceremoniously, except for the arrival of a new roommate. She seemed nice enough, but you were going to miss having your own space. The two weeks between semesters where you didn’t have to worry about Stats anymore were beautiful. You vowed to never put yourself in a position to take a math course over the summer again. Still, it wasn’t all bad. Your roommate had a lot of night classes so she could work part-time during the day and have the rest of the week off. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays from five to nine were all yours until December.
Wednesday nights were your favorite to spend enjoying the four hours to yourself. After getting something to eat in the dining hall, you would head back to the room and put on a movie. Your small TV didn’t have cable, so you were limited to local channels and movie rentals. It was the biggest reason you bought the VCR in the first place.
On one particular Wednesday night, you’d finished watching a copy of The Princess Bride you rented from the video store a block over from campus. There was still about two hours to spare before your roommate would be back. While you waited for the tape to rewind, the phone rang. You reached over to your desk to pick up.
“Hello, Y/N,” an unfamiliar man’s voice said.
“Who is this?” you asked, fumbling with the tape a bit as you tried to eject it from the VCR and put it back in the box with one hand. You groaned in frustration.
“Call me a secret admirer.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Easy tiger, I just wanna talk.”
“Look, you’re skeezing me out. Don’t call again,” you said, hanging up.
Almost as soon as you did, you heard a knock at your door. Phone in hand, you walked over, opening it to find no one on the other side. You looked up and down the hall to no avail, but noticed a small package wrapped in brown paper on the floor in front of you. You frowned, kicking it lightly. There was definitely something in it. Leaning down, you took a closer look at what was written on the paper. In black marker lettering, the package read:
TO: Y/N
FROM: GHOSTFACE
It didn’t seem like Ghostface’s M.O., though. You weren’t all that familiar with the Woodsboro killings, having seen mentions of it on your local news station when it first happened. Even though Sidney and Randy were both students at Windsor, you didn’t run in the same circles as them. They probably wouldn’t want to talk about something so traumatizing anyway. Gale Weathers’ sensationalized book wasn’t exactly at the top of your reading list, and your roommate was still trying to sell you on the movie adaptation. After hearing about the two students who were murdered at the preview screening, you definitely weren’t interested.
Sighing, you grabbed the package off the floor, tucking it under your arm. At the very least, you could call campus security to come by and take a look at it.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when the phone in your hand rang and muttered a curse to yourself when you picked up, hearing that same menacing voice from just a few minutes before.
“Don’t hang up on me again if you know what’s good for you, bitch.”
“Is this some Unabomber type thing?”
“Consider it a gift. Go on, open it.”
Against your better judgment, you shut and locked the door behind you, placing the package on your bed and tearing open the brown paper wrapping with one hand to find–a plain Nike shoebox. You pulled off the lid and saw a VHS inside, Y/N 07-27-98 scrawled on the white label stuck to the spine.
“I don’t–what is this?”
“Why don’t you put it on and see?”
With a shaky breath, you picked up the VHS and brought it over to the TV on the other side of the room, turning it on and putting it in the VHS player. The other end of the line was silent except for faint breathing as the video began to play.
Dread overwhelmed your senses as your bedroom came into focus, and it looked like the camera had been placed on top of your desk. You glanced over at the desk, not noticing anything immediately standing out as a possible secret camera, which could have only meant that your voyeur had access to your room to plant it.
You watched as a grainier version of yourself locked the door and then walked over to your CD player, turning it on. Your stomach dropped when the music began to play, soft and not the clearest through the video, but you knew as soon as you heard the opening notes of ‘Call Me’ by Blondie, it was the mix CD you put on to muffle the sounds of—
“I’m not fucking afraid of you, asshole,” you spat into the receiver, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight of your oblivious self shedding your clothing and making yourself comfortable on your bed. “Sidney Prescott got the losers who pulled this shit two years ago. She’ll wipe the floor with a knockoff like you.”
“Would you shut up? You’re gonna miss the good part,” Ghostface said.
The sound of your own moaning mixed with the music began playing over the TV. Fuck, people were gonna think you were watching porn. You kind of were, except you weren’t. Being your most vulnerable, intimate self was never something you wanted anyone else to witness.
“Fuck you. I’m turning this off,” you said, your voice little more than a whimper as you tried not to cry.
“You sure know how to put on a show. I wonder what everyone else on campus would think? I made plenty of copies to go around.”
“What do you want?”
“An encore.”
“My roommate could be back any minute.”
“She still has class for another two hours. Now strip.”
You trembled at the realization of just how much he knew about your life, to the point where he even knew your roommate’s schedule too. Suddenly your fall schedule disappearing over the summer, things of yours going missing and sometimes reappearing, even feeling like you were being followed at times all made sense as a chill crawled down your spine. You always considered yourself aware and alert, at least enough to never end up in a situation like this.
Turning off the TV, you looked around the room. Slowly, you walked over to your closet, kicking inside it. Nothing. “Where are you?”
“Why? Feeling lonely?” he taunted.
“I just wanna know how you can see me,” you asked quietly as you approached your bed to look under it.
“You’re about to find out if you don’t stop stalling and fucking do what I say. I won’t be as nice about it.”
Setting the phone down, you dejectedly shed your pajamas. Part of you wanted to say fuck it and hang up. You huffed, figuring he wasn’t bluffing about the copies if he already went to this much trouble. You grabbed the phone, bringing it back to your ear.
“Okay,” you said, your voice shaking. “I’m—I took off my clothes.”
“Get on the bed.”
Your lip trembled as you looked at your bed. The springs seemed to squeak especially loud as you laid down, stiff as a board with a death grip around the phone. There was silence until you spoke again.
“N-Now what should I do?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it? So many options, but we can start slow. Play with your tits for me.”
Reluctantly, you brought your free hand to one of your breasts, half-heartedly squeezing it.
“Like you want to,” he snapped.
It felt humiliating to be taking orders from some pervert over the phone, but nevertheless, you kneaded the soft skin beneath your fingers, pinching your nipple for good measure.
“Shit,” he groaned, “you’d let me fuck your tits if I were there, you’d beg me for it, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, I’d let you do whatever you wanted.”
“Of course you would, slut,” he growled, and despite everything, you let out the faintest whimper at his words. His tone turned mocking, condescending as he caught your slip up. “You like that? You wanna be my slut?”
“I—“
“C’mon, I wanna hear you say it.”
You hesitated for a few moments. “I wanna be your slut.”
Fabric rustled on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of a zipper. You could hear him utter a curse, his only words that hadn’t been altered by the voice changer. Desperately, you tried to place where you’d heard him before, but to no avail as the modified voice spoke.
“Now, I want you to put the phone on speaker, and lay it right next to your head.”
You did as you were instructed, dreading what he was going to tell you to do next.
“Why don’t you slip your hand between your legs and see how wet you are? A slut like you must be dripping by now.”
Sliding your hand down from your breasts to your pussy, you hesitated before slipping your fingers between your folds.
“You wanted this all along, didn’t you?”
“N-No,” you protested weakly, your stomach dropping upon feeling your wet pussy. You didn’t want to be turned on by the situation, but your body seemed to think otherwise.
“No? You knew something wasn’t right, Y/N. You’ve known for weeks. That didn’t stop you from putting your cunt on display for me, but your fingers aren’t enough, are they?”
Almost as if possessed, your hand moved to your clit, fingers playing with it as you bit your lip.
“You’re such a fucking whore, choking yourself to get off. Yeah, I saw that too. You want it to hurt, huh?
“S-stop,” you whined.
“I bet you’re the type of girl who thinks being tied up and smacked around is foreplay.”
“Fuck,” you whispered, slipping two of your fingers inside your pussy. There was no way he couldn’t hear the sound of your fingering your wet cunt over the phone.
“If I were there—fuck—I’d have you begging for my cock. I wouldn’t hold back. I’d fill you up until all you could do was cry. Maybe I’d gag you with your panties to shut you up, make you taste how fucking wet you are for me while I ruin you.”
“Oh my god—fuck.”
“Now, put your hand around your throat, and squeeze,” your tormentor ordered.
There was no hesitation as you brought your other hand to your throat, your fingers constricting your airway as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you imagined a black gloved hand in its place, your fucked out gaze met with a pair of black eyes, stony and indifferent to your protests as he pounded into you.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice husky, and you could hear him getting himself off too, fast, mean strokes on what you could only imagine was a cock that’d split you in half. “Harder.”
You squeezed tighter, and at the same time felt your pussy clench around your fingers. There was no way anyone walking by couldn’t hear the sound of you fingering yourself, you wondered if they could hear Ghostface over the speakerphone too. Maybe that was the point.
“Go on, cum. I know you want to,” he groaned. “I’m close too, been picturing your mouth around my cock. You’d probably love to—fuck—choke on that. Fucking slut.”
This time, he moaned, and you could hear him cursing under his breath, his voice unaltered again. You didn’t bother trying to place the sound of his voice, too busy chasing your own orgasm until you gave your throat another squeeze and your hips bucked, cumming all over your fingers as a pained moan tore from your throat.
The phone was silent except for the two of you breathing heavily. You brought your hand from your throat to your forehead. What the fuck did you just do?
“See you around, Y/N,” he said, and you knew it was a promise rather than a suggestion.
The other end of the line went dead. You spent at least fifteen minutes lying there, the dial tone buzzing in your ear. Finally, you willed yourself to get up from the bed, slamming the phone into the receiver before shuffling over to the VCR.
Taking the video tape, your hands shook as you considered what to do with it. You could bring it to the police, but was there really any way for them to trace who recorded it? Besides, you’d rather die than anyone else see the video. It was bad enough that Ghostface or whatever fucking pervert was getting his rocks off to it. The last thing you wanted was a room full of cops and detectives analyzing a video of you fingering and choking yourself. It was diabolical, really, how well he had planned the whole thing.
In deciding between shame and justice, you angrily chose shame, throwing the VHS onto the floor and taking out all of your frustration on the damn thing. You stomped on it, jumped, spat, screamed, all the while picturing that stupid mask in its place. You ended up cutting your bare foot on a piece of broken plastic, and finally sunk to the floor in a mess of sobs.
Insomnia claimed you as a victim following the phone call from Ghostface, especially after you returned from class the next day to find a pair of your panties you’d previously thought were sacrificed to the depths of the dorm laundry room placed at the top of your hamper, dried cum all over it. Gagging, you threw it into the garbage and washed your hands under scalding hot water for no less than three minutes. You almost wished it was the result of your roommate bringing a guy back to the dorm, but you knew better.
Your roommate noticed your skittishness and confronted you about tossing and turning all night, offering to go to the student health center or even the emergency room with you. You declined, deciding to spend your nights in the dorm’s common area to at least let her get some sleep. Despite chugging coffee and applying copious amounts of concealer beneath your eyes to hide how discolored the skin had become in your exhaustion, people were starting to comment. You may as well have been a dead woman walking.
Jumpy and paranoid, you were seeing cameras out of the corner of your eye wherever you went. It didn’t help that a few of your friends were film majors. Their cameras were practically glued to their palms. Not to mention, just about anyone could be Ghostface. You withdrew socially, no longer attending the clubs you’d been involved in and hardly giving your friends the time of day. You didn’t know who to trust.
After nearly passing out in your Introduction to Eastern Religions class, your professor practically forced you to leave. You shuffled out of the classroom, trying to ignore how much your head was pounding. Except, the pounding noise wasn’t in your head, as you turned around to see Ghostface striding toward you, boots beating against the floor as he approached.
In your delirious state, you ran into a storage room rather than to the nearest exit. You silently cursed yourself as soon as the door shut behind you, effectively trapping you inside. It wasn’t big by any means, but there were at least a few shelves and boxes you could hide behind and delay the inevitable. You didn’t have much hope in your ability to get the upper hand on him with your sleep deprivation.
Just as you crouched behind a stack of boxes, you heard the door open and promptly slam shut. Your stomach sunk when a lock clicked. Fuck. Why hadn’t you thought to check for a lock? Involuntarily, you let out a whimper in frustration, immediately throwing your hands over your mouth.
A cruel laugh echoed through the room, while not the same low pitch as the phone call, you recognized the tone, the mocking cadence that made you get yourself off to him just days before.
“Talk about playing hard to get,” Ghostface said, pushing you down as soon as you tried standing up.
Your skull bounced against the floor beneath you. You were seeing double. Suddenly, as you groaned in pain, the wind was knocked out of you by his boot on your chest. Teary-eyed and delirious, you went limp beneath him. There was nothing you could try, nothing you could do. You were completely at his mercy, or lack thereof was more like it.
“Thought it was about time we got up close and personal,” he mocked, his boot pressing on your chest harder as he leaned down, the stark white mask with its soulless eyes and haunting grimace just a few inches from your face.
Between the pressure making it difficult to breathe and your exhaustion, you could feel yourself losing consciousness. As you began to black out, you thought you finally recognized the voice behind the mask.
#mickey altieri x reader#ghostface x reader#slasher x reader#ghostface#scream 2#mickey altieri#scream fanfic#slasher community#scream franchise#slasher fandom#scream fandom#yandere x reader#blood tw#for the gif
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Yandere Mickey Altieri headcanoes- Psychopaths Obsession
Mickey Altieri yandere headcanoes by Creepyyanderegirl
*Mickey is dominant
*Mickey is an insane,controlling and possessive yandere
*Mickey's love language is acts of service
*Mickey is 100% a yandere
*Mickey uses love,baby and beautiful as his pet names
*Very obsessive,possessive, controlling and dominant
*He is a psychopath
*YANDERE
*Mickey is always attached to you
*He is not very comforting to say the least
*Mickey wants 3 kids in the future
*You make the meals
*Mickey is bisexual
*Mickey waits a year before proposing
*Crazy small life
*Mickey likes the idea of a movie night as his dream date
*Mickey's favorite spot to kiss you is your neck
*Mickey uses violence as his punishment
*Mickey is a very ruthless,brutal and painful killer
Mickey Altieri-'Your so mine baby.'
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#scream#yandere boy#scream 2#yanderemickeyaltieri#mickey altieri#mickey altieri x reader#mickey altieri x you
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My killers
Hiya!! I'm making more poly Randy Meeks and Mickey Altieri because you all seemed to enjoy it and you deserve it! This is a Ghostface AU
SPECIAL SHOUTOUT- THANKS TO @mrsaltieri-real GO CHECK OUT THEIR PAGE
Also if you want to check me out on YouTube or Wattpad here are my names.
Wattpad: Glitch4777
YouTube: Gltchinthesystem
There's not much there but you can check it out! Well enjoy!!!!
I run into the theater and see my boyfriends standing on the stage with dead bodies all around them. Derek, Gale, Hallie, Mrs. Loomis, and...
"SIDNEY!"
I gasp as I sprint to the stairs and climb up onto the stage, dropping to the floor by her body.
"Y/n..."
She whispered as I began to get teary eyed. Then she screamed with her little strength.
"RUN!"
I jumped to the side as Mickey impaled Sidney in the stomach with his sharp knife. I heard the organs squish. I cringed and crawled back into a corner.
"M-Mickey? Randy? Why?"
I couldn't believe it. My boyfriends killed our friends. Randy tried to cup my cheek but I slapped his hand away from my face.
"Don't touch me!"
I yelled with tears running down my pale, fritented face. Mickey just smiles.
"Darling, we did this all for you!"
"N-no. There's got to be some other reason! I don't want to be to blame!"
"Y/n hon your not! We're going to run away together so we will never be caught!"
Randy interrupts with his sweet voice. I usually would melt at his voice but I can't! Not right now! I jump up and try to run but Mickey grabs me and forcefully pulls me into a kiss. Shivers were sent down my spine, I couldn't tell if it was because I was kissing a killer or that I love him so. I push Mickey back and then are pulled in by Randy.
"We just want to love you."
Mickey said coming up behind me and grabbing my waist and chin.
"Cutie just kill with us! It'll be perfect! We all love eachother and want to be together for ever so. What do you say?"
Choose your ending:
Yes-
"I'll do it."
"Great!"
Mickey blurts out with his psychotic grin.
"We can kill some more tomorrow but I think we're all tired. I-"
Gale popped her body up and pointed her gun at Randy's head.
"Y/n come her, away from these psychos!"
"I don't think so Gale, buh bye!"
I quickly shot her in her head with a smile.
"Oh well lets go home now!"
Randy states slightly confused.
No-
"I'm not going to kill someone for you psychos!"
Randy hisses and frowns.
"Well Y/n you know we kill and now we have to kill you!"
I sprint towards the door before I was pulled to the ground. My body was facing up, I kicked Mickey in the balls and crawled over to Sidney. Randy slide across the ground and clutched my ankle. He pulled me back as I was reaching for the gun in Sidney's hand. I pulled the gun out of her lifeless hand and Randy pulled out his own and aimed for my legs. Mickey grabbed the knife across the stage and stabbed me in the stomach. I groan in pain as blood leaks from my mouth. I place my finger on the trigger of the gun. I shoot Mickey easily through the head as he only had a knife. Randy shot me again in the leg.
"D-die Randy!"
I shoot him in the head as he pulled the trigger seconds after me. Mine hit my arm as I raised it to block the bullet. Randy instantly collapsed to the floor as I was left with a few seconds. I drop my body to the floor with blood everywhere. I was numb. I close my eyes, there's no point in trying to stay awake, I would die anyway. I huff and the world goes black. I mutter my last words.
CHOOSE YOUR LAST WORDS
"I-im sorry..."
OR
"I love you Randy and Mickey..."
Hope you guys enjoyed!! This took a bit and the last parts rushed so sorry. Have a nice day!!!
#x reader#randy meeks#mickey altieri#poly relationship#y/n#scream 2#scream franchise#ghostface#yandere
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Scream Masterlist
♥︎Billy Loomis
Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)
Reaction to being Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)
♥︎Stu Macher
Yandere Headcanons
Dating Headcanons
Chubby Reader Headcanons (Coming Soon)
Reaction to being Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)
♥︎Mickey Altieri
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♥︎Roman Bridger
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♥︎Jill Roberts
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♥︎Charlie Walker
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♥︎Richie Kirsch
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♥︎Amber Freeman
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♥︎Ethan Landry
Reaction to being Gifted Human Heart (Coming Soon)
Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)
Yandere Ethan x MILF/DILF!Reader (Coming Soon)
♥︎Quinn Bailey
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♥︎Sam Carpenter
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♥︎Tara Carpenter
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♥︎Chad Meeks-Martin
Yandere Reader x Yandere Ethan x Chad (Coming Soon)
♥︎Mindy Meeks-Martin
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Feel free to ask about other characters!
#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#mickey altieri x reader#roman bridger x reader#jill roberts x reader#charlie walker x reader#richie kirsch x reader#amber freeman x reader#ethan landry x reader#quinn bailey x reader#sam carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x reader#chad meeks martin x reader#mindy meeks martin x reader
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Okay I might actually start writing now, but I think I’ll start off with head cannons for right now because I’m not 100% confident in my writing skills. I know I’m not absolute shit when it comes to writing, but I have noticed that I tend to repeat certain words so I’ll have to work on that 😭
Characters that I might write for:
Peter Maximoff (obviously)
Maybe other characters from the X-men series
Tate Langdon
Luke Cooper (there’s not a lot of fics for him and I’d like to change that 😏)
Jennifer Check
Stu Macher
Charlie Walker
Mickey Altieri
Ethan Landry
Amber Freeman
Jill Roberts
Literally any Ghostface other than Richie, Nancy Loomis, and detective Bailey💀
Also open to writing for other scream characters like Tatum, Dewey, or Sam
Peter Parker (whichever one)
Conner DBH
The Maze Runner characters
Every Wednesday character except for Xavier (sorry, don’t feel comfortable writing for Percy Hynes White 🤷🏾♀️)
Stanley Barber (y’all still remember IANOWT?)
And that’s basically it for right now. Also Peter, Tate, and Luke are the only Evan Peters characters I’ll be writing for just for right now because I haven’t finished the other seasons of American Horror Story yet, but maybe in the future I’d probably be interested in writing for characters like Kit Walker or Kyle Spencer. There’s other characters that I wouldn’t mind trying to write for that I haven’t mentioned, but just ask and I’ll give you an answer.
I can write:
Any gendered readers: female readers, gender neutral readers, and male reader
Nsfw: don’t be afraid to request suggestive stuff. I don’t mind writing kinky stuff, but not too kinky like the piss kink or daddy kink bc it personally makes me uncomfortable (however, I’ll allow mommy kinks).
Kinks: Needed a section to put what kinks I allow. I will write for breeding kinks, breath play, bondage, pain kink, knife play, blood kink, dom/sub, degradation, BDSM; whatever, just ask.
Sfw: I’ll write fluff, hurt comfort, angst, any tropes, just whatever. I’m fine with platonic fics.
Semi Dark fics: I like Scream and American Horror Story, so you know there’s going to be some dark fics. I don’t mind prompts where the characters are possessive or obsessive (but not abusive). I also don’t mind writing for Yandere characters.
Poc reader inserts: I’m black, so I’d love writing stuff for black readers as well.
Fandoms: X-men, Wednesday, Scream, Spiderman verse, The Maze Runner series, Detroit Become Human, The Umbrella Academy (that’s it for rn)
I won’t write:
Celebrities/Real People: As much as I find their character’s attractive, I don’t feel comfortable writing for the actor/actress themself. I don’t know them personally, so I don’t feel any interest in writing anything for them.
Guy x male reader smut: it’s not bc of homophobia, it’s simply just because I don’t feel comfortable writing gay smut. As a woman, I just don’t want to make people think I’m sexualizing gay men. The most I’ll do is write suggestive stuff, but I won’t write full on smut.
OC inserts: I strictly write for reader inserts. I won’t be writing anything specifically for one reader.
Shipping: I don’t write for character x character. Nothing against them, I just only have an interest for reader inserts.
Smut for teenage characters: I’m 18, so I will not be writing smut for characters under 18, especially if they are portrayed by literal teenagers. However, for characters like on Wednesday where the characters are portrayed by adults in their 20s and even 30s, if you want smut for them it should be fine as long as they’re aged up to be 18.
These: non-con, step-cest/incest, r4pe themes, drugging, somnophilia, age regression, ddlg, piss kink (squirting’s fine), huge age gaps, race play, pedophilia, etc. Once again, if you’re not sure what kinks I’ll write for, feel free to ask
Traumatic stuff: I will not write things like abuse victim, rape victim, or self harm victim prompts. I will write angst, but I won’t write anything too depressing. I came here for a good time, let me be happy and delusional in peace 😪
Songfics: So random, but I hate when fics have lyrics within them. They confuse me too much and I also find them kind of cringey. I absolutely despise songfics, I’m so sorry babes 😭
#what i will write#what I won’t write#fic stuff#x reader#reader insert#requests#fanfics#fic writing#peter maximoff#tate langdon#evan peters#stu macher#mickey altieri#amber freeman#charlie walker#jill roberts#ghostface#jennifer check#peter parker#xmen#scream#spider verse#tua#the umbrella academy#detroit become human#american horror story#wednesday#ianowt#jennifer’s body#the maze runner
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Masterlist: Mickey Altieri
🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested
---<- 🥀🥀🥀 ->---
Blurbs: How Self Conscious are they in Order of Most to Least.
Blurbs: Most Delusional Yandere's to Least.
Blurbs: Most Possessive to Least.
Blurbs: Period Sex 🔞.
Blurbs: Shovel Talk.
Blurbs: S/O thinks they Smile 'Too Much'.
Blurbs: Unsolicited Dick Pick.
Drabble: Horror Villains x Reader- Apocalypse.
Horror Villains and: What they would Put in the (7MinsInHeaven) Hat.
Reactions: Horror Villains x Reader- Finding out you're a Virgin 🔞.
Smutshot: Mickey Altieri x Reader- Best Friends to Lovers 🔞.
Would They or Wouldn't They?: Abandon You After Their Own Orgasm 🔞.
#Mickey Altieri#Mickey Altieri Masterlist#Masterlist#Horror Villain Masterlist#Horror Villains#Slasher Masterlist#Slashers
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current friday the 13th sleepover weekend reqs:
amanda young + face sitting yandere!tod waggner smut tod waggner + mile high club carter horton + angry sex sub!ian mckinley randy meeks x f!reader x mickey altieri threesome stu macher love <3 colin gray movie night smut sam (ginger snaps) x f!reader + high sex
reqs are still open!
#if u dont see ur req here pls send it again! these are all the ones in my inbox/drafts :D#saw#final destination#scream#jennifer's body#ginger snaps
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Ember. adult. they/them & it/its.
queer. neurodivergent. disabled.
this blog is a fantasy & vent blog of
cluster b personality disorder feels
dark content; kidnapping, stalking, violence, cnc, drugging, etc
yandere core
tsundere core
kuudere core
menhera core
yami kawaii core
clinically bpd since 2006 & pro-informed-self-dx. ( meaning if you've done the research and/or identify with cluster b disorders and the contents and themes herein you are always welcome to interact. )
sideblog to @momentsofamber; follows will come from there.
WIP cluster b comfort characters
fin spec:
Willow Rosenberg (et al.) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Ayano / Ayeka from Crush Crush
Ashley Graves from The Coffin of Andy and Leyley
Touko Fukawa from Danganronpa
Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club
Christina Wendall from Hemlock Grove
Kikyou from InuYasha
Knives Chau from Scott Pilgrim
Jill Roberts, Sam Carpenter, & Amber Freeman from Scream
Lambadelta & Bernkastel from Umineko no naku Koro ni
Annabelle Zhu / Anna Johnson from The Vampire Diaries
Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator ( anti-Yandev )
unaligned or fluid enby:
Emori from The 100
Alois Trancy from Black Butler
Genocider Syo from Danganronpa
Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa
Wrath from Fullmetal Alchemist 2003
Riley Blue from Sense8
Kish from Tokyo Mew Mew
min spec:
John Murphy from The 100
Cole from Blush Blush
Warren Meers from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Nick Miller from New Girl
Mickey Altieri & Roman Bridger from Scream
Wolfgang Bogdanow from Sense8
Karasu from Yu Yu Hakusho
this post is still a WIP and these lists may be added to at any time.
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─ : MASTERLIST + separated lists
( not created atm )
back to navi | *red : favs 2 write !
individual masterlist for each character.
★HARRY POTTER 9¾ ( MASTERLIST )
ft. harry potter, hermione granger, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, theodore nott, enzo berkshire, mattheo riddle + poly !
★MARAUDERS ‽ ( MASTERLIST )
ft. marlene mckinnon, remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, lily evans, regulus black, tom riddle + poly !
★WEDNESDAY♣︎ ( MASTERLIST )
ft. wednesday addams, enid sinclair, tyler galpin, ajax petropolus, young! morticia addams, young! gomez addams + poly !
★TOP GUN ( 1986 ) ⁸⁶ ( MASTERLIST )
ft. tom 'iceman' kazansky, ron 'slider' kerner, young! pete 'maverick' mitchell, carole bradshaw, nick 'goose' bradshaw + poly !
★TOP GUN : MAVERICK ²² ( MASTERLIST )
ft. older! pete 'maverick' mitchell, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, natasha 'phoenix' trace, jake 'hangman' seresin, beau 'cyclone' simpson, robert 'bob' floyd, reuben 'payback' fitch, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, callie 'halo' bassett + poly !
★SCREAM♥︎ ( MASTERLIST )
ft. billy loomis, stu macher, dewey riley, tatum riley, randy meeks, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, derek feldman, roman bridger, jill roberts, amber freeman, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, ethan landry, quinn bailey + poly !
★MCU ( MASTERLIST )
peter parker ( tom holland, tobey maguire && andrew garfield ), steve rogers, bucky barnes, natasha romanoff, miguel o’hara ( atsv ), miles morales + earth42! miles ( atsv / itsv ), gwen stacy ( atsv / itsv ), peter b parker ( atsv / itsv ), hobie brown ( atsv ), spider noir ( itsv ), pavitr prabhakar ( atsv ), moonknight ( steven grant + marc spector + jake lockley ), layla el-faouly, platonic! avengers, wanda maximoff, loki laufeyson, eddie brock + poly !
haven't fully explored !
★TVD // THE ORIGINALS ( MASTERLIST )
damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, elena gilbert, katherine pierce, niklaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson, elijah mikaelson
★MISC. ⅖ ( MASTERLIST )
yandere / oc's, vinny pazienza ( miles teller ), vanessa shelly
love letters
obx & others coming real soon i swear.
©bqrneszn , 2024 .
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Please don't kill me, Mr Ghostface!
Ghostface x Doll
cw: cnc, knife play, doll, blood play, vile, choking, brutal sex, dubcon, dacryphilia, fear kink, threats of death, kidnapping, opposite end of the knife in your cunt
You can imagine any male ghostface character for this daydream <3 (making a part two soon, comment if you wanna be tagged)
word count: 600+
Daydreaming about ghostface holding you down in a dark alley as he skull fucks you, not letting you catch your breath or fight back. He tied a pink ribbon around your pretty throat, strangling you as he slams your head into the wall, making you whimper and cry as he continues to fuck your throat with a knife to your collarbone.
You whimper as the masked man presses the blade down on your collarbone, making you bleed. “Bleed for me, my little plaything.”
You cry as he continues to press the blade along your collarbone, staining your pink dress. His thrusts were brutal as he fucked your throat, you tried to stay still like a pretty doll but you couldn't help but cry and squirm. You wanted to be his perfect little plaything. You knew he was a vile man yet you were on your knees letting this stranger violate your body in a dark alleyway.
“Good girl.” he says as he looks at the blood, his dick twitched at the sight of his pretty doll bleeding and crying for him. He was a sick man but you were sicker.
He then came down your throat, his grip tightening around your skull, making sure you swallow his cum. You let out a pathetic cry, making him chuckle and tighten his grip on your skull even more. He finally lets go of your skull, you gasp and cry as you collapse onto the ground, covered in your own blood.
He smiles at your pathetic body, “I’m taking you home with me doll.” He then grabs your ass roughly and bends you over. He looks at your pink lace panties and cuts them off with his blade stained with your blood.
“Please, don't kill me mr ghostface!” You cry out.
He lets out a deep chuckle that sends shivers down your spine, “if you're not a good little doll for me I might have to kill you. So be a good little doll for me and behave, I want to play with you for a bit longer.”
You let out a whimper as he starts to use the opposite end of the blade to tease your wet hole. You squirmed and gasp. He lets out a small chuckle and continues despite your obvious discomfort and fear of the blade cutting you down there.
The fact that ghostface, the serial killer that has killed and mutilated your classmates is bending you over and fucking you with his knife makes you feel so nasty yet you couldn't help but be so fucking wet. You moan and bounce on the opposite end of the blade that has ended so many lives and he only gets more turned on by the sight.
The scene that unfolds in front of him turns him on even more, “Fuck, you're so needy baby doll. I can't take it anymore.” He takes the knife away from you and replaces his hard cock there instead. You moan and whimper as he roughly jams in it, not wasting any time and pounding your wet pussy. He holds the knife to your throat again and moans vile things to you.
“Such a good fucking doll for me. You're getting fucked by a fucking serial killer and your dripping all over my cock.”
His words made your cunt throb and your eyes fill with tears, you wanted to tell him to stop but you were just lying to yourself. He slapped your face and continued to fuck your delicate body.
The sounds of his dick penetrating your wet cunt filled the dark alleyway. Your legs started to shake as he pounded into you and strangled you with that pretty pink ribbon around your throat.
“I'm gonna take you home and make you my personal sex doll.”
#ghostface#ghostface x reader#ghostface x you#scream smut#scream iv#scream 2#scream fanfic#scream#scream 6#scream x reader#scream vi#dark! ethan landry#ethan landry#ethan landry smut#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x you#mickey altieri#mickey altieri x reader#yandere mickey altieri#billy loomis#stu macher#stu macher fanfiction#knifeplay#knife k!nk#knife kink#charlie walker#charlie walker fanfic#roman bridger#જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂#𐙚 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𐙚
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Introduction:
My Name is Flynn
I'm 20
He/They
I am apart of many Fandoms
Fandoms I'm apart of:
The MCU
The Umbrella Academy
Bullet Train
Midsommar
Stranger Things
Brooklyn 99
I'm a writer but I'm not great at it. If you're under the age of 18 I ask you kindly not to interact with my writing unless it's labeled SFW.
What I will write for:
characters:
Marvel
Moon Knight
Miles Morales
Loki
Miguel O'hara
Hobie Brown
Arthur Harrow
Peter Parker
Yelena Belova
Natasha Romanoff
Scott Lang
Our Flag Means Death
Izzy Hands
Jim
Umbrella Academy
Diego Hargreaves
Klaus Hargreaves
Bullet Train
Tangerine
Midsommar
Pelle
Stranger things
Peter Ballard
Brooklyn 99
Jake Peralta
Rosa Diaz
Scream0
Billy Loomis
Stu Macher
Ethan Landry
Mickey Altieri
One Piece
Buggy The Clown
Mihawk
Five Nights at Freddy's
William Afton
Mike Schmidt
Genres:
Fluff
Angst
Headcanons
Yandere
What I will not write for:
Cheating Tropes
Age Regression
When it comes to my writing:
I will take any requests to write about characters that are not on the list as long as I'm comfortable with writing about them. (If you don't know just ask me) My writing takes about 5-7 days to finish so if I don't write something you requested right away give me time. I ask again that people under 18 stay off my page because there will be dark content and foul language used on my posts so please don't interact.
That's all about me and what to expect on here!
#moon knight#the umbrella academy#stranger things#marvel#bullet train#brooklyn 99#spider man#midsommar#black widow#ant man
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I’m Battie (she/her), in my 20s, and I write fanfic🦇 I’ll expand this masterlist as I post more, but since I write explicit content, please do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18. Do not interact if you post ED/thinspo content.
Many of my fics have dark themes, and I include detailed warnings for each one. Please read the warnings carefully before deciding whether you want to engage with the fic. If you feel there is a warning I should have included for a fic, please let me know and I’ll add it. I do not condone the behavior depicted in the yandere/dark fics in real life. These are works of fiction.
You can find most of these fics on my AO3 also.
SLASHER MASTERLIST
Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)
Watch It Bring You To Your Knees (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)
Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)
Howl (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)
Adam Raised a Cain (female reader, dubcon, smut)
Creep (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Who's Sorry Now (female reader, dark themes, smut)
It's a Nice Day To Start Again (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Brother's Keeper (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)
Night Shift (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)
Damned If You Do (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)
Father/Doctor Charlie Mayhew (Grotesquerie)
Reach Out, Touch Faith (female reader, Kinktober prompt fill - thigh riding)
Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)
Mr. February (female reader, dubcon, smut)
Rip This Place Apart (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Mickey Altieri (Scream 2)
Rip 'Em To Shreds (gender neutral reader, dark themes)
Bad Obsession (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, yandere elements, smut)
Girls on Film (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)
Working for the Knife (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Headcanons
Mickey being told “No” when he’s in the mood (gender neutral reader, dubcon)
Mickey x Ghostface!S/O!Reader (gender neutral reader, dark themes)
Otis Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses)
Pretty Tied Up (female reader, dubcon, dark themes, smut)
Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)
Sinnerman (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Power in the Blood (female nun!reader, dark themes, smut)
Foxy Coltrane (3 From Hell)
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Severen (Near Dark)
Rebel Yell (female reader, noncon, dark themes, smut)
Open All Night (female reader, dark themes, smut)
Eat Your Heart Out (woman reader, dark themes)
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Yandere Mickey Altieri Alphabet
A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)
Hugging,holding,kissing,arm over shoulder, gripping arm,dancing
B=Bound (How much do they share with you)
He wants no secrets between you two
C=Cruel (How do they punish you)
Violence,spanking,yelling,starving, force feeding,silent treatment, isolation
D-Desire (How long until they take you)
2 months
E=Even (To what level are they dominant)
Dominant
F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)
Get married. Have a cat
G=Gifts (What do they give you)
Clothes,jewelry, sweets,pillows,blankets,daggers,stuff animals
H=Hell (Worst experience with them)
His angry moments,His killings, hid jealous moments, his punishments, his killings
I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)
10/10
J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)
Very very very easily. Stabs anyone who looks at you
K=Killing (How do they handle killing)
Very brutal and painful
L=Language (What is their love language)
Words of affirmation, quality time,physical touch
M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)
He can't be manipulated
N=No (To what strength would they go for you)
He'd do anything for you
O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)
9/10
P=Pet names(What do they call you)
Doll,darling,sweetheart, my love,babe,baby,mine
Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)
Gets another girl and pretends their you
R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)
None
S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)
9/10
T=Type (What type of yandere are they)
Isolating,Insane,Manipulative, Possessive, sadistic,Obsessive, Overprotective
U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)
He's a bit ride and mean to you
V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)
Likes the game
W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)
Force feeding, holding,takes photos of you against your will
X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)
Nothing
Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)
7/10
Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)
Holds you in his arms as you sleep
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hello. i just wanna tell you that i read your thingy you wrote abt mickey altieri called Costume. i have things to say abt it. you are god & i want mickey to be my yandere :-) thank u & i luv u <33
mickey has a chokehold on me rn
WAHHHH UR SO SWEET!!! i’m so glad u enjoyed it!!!! :,) feel free to lmk ur thoughts on it!!! and right yandere mickey is just……!!!!!! u know??
I LUV U TOO ❤️❤️🙏🙏
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