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digenerate-trash · 10 months

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Shady underground crew!!!

Landry

He's a little worried about everything and he is desperate to keep you at arm's length so that you don't pick up on the fact that he's obsessed with you.

Really wants to just take you out on 1 (one) date so that he can figure out if his feelings are real or not but he never will He is worried about what he’ll find out about himself

Holds his breath around you. He doesn't understand why

He will often reach out to his contacts to check up on you and ensure you’re safe.

He loves that you’re so independent and reliable. Every job he’s given you you come back from. Maybe a little bruised or scuffed but you always come back.

You’re always bringing him the most valuable stuff. It’s really helped his reputation. He wants to thank you. He doesn’t know how.

He’s always making sure you know exactly the kind of danger you’re going into when he gives you a job. He wants you prepared. He loves you

He’s always gushing about his “new friend” to anyone he can. Never mentions your name. Keeps you a complete secret and obscures your details so no one can identify you fully

Lotta sex dreams about you. He’s not proud of it. But he can’t seem to stop them.

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Briar

Absolutely the worst person you want obsessed with you honestly.

Very pissed off with you for no reason. All the time. It doesn't matter how long you've been working for him or how reliable you are he's pissed.

He always thinks you are up to something with no proof. Accuses you of stealing tips, Meeting clients on the side, cutting him out of deals, and turning other employees against him. Even small things like being late or missing a show when you didn’t. Anything you could do wrong he thinks you've done wrong and he will absolutely choke you out till you admit it. Even if you didn't do anything wrong. he's not satisfied until you “confess” Afterwards he lets you go calls you a whore and continues to employ you.

And good luck trying to quit!! The second you tell him to get bent he's calling Bailey and paying double your fee so you get sent to the underground brothel.

he's always happy to “rescue” you after a week as long as you agree to come to work for him again. If you don’t agree he's happy to leave you there for another week.

he's all about the control of the situation. Sometimes he has you in his office just as a little decoration while he works.

he's not a big fan of actually fucking you. He hates how it would “give you power over him” but when he's wine drunk in his office late at night he does jerk his dick to the thought of you until it chafes.

If you do ever manage to have sex with him he threatens to “make you disappear” if you tell anyone. Of course, you assume that means hell kill you. It's Briar after all. But he's got a cage in his living room at home with your name on it. In pretty gold lettering.

Wren

Dude is itching for a partner in crime. He wants someone as wild as him. So he can live out a Bonnie and Clyde lifestyle.

Steals things for you constantly. Not shy at all about his feelings fucks you on the poker table with no mercy because you gave him a wink.

No shame a big fan of showing you off but not too big on sharing unless you're into it.

Will always kiss/lick/suck blood off of you. It doesn't matter what you've been doing either he's rabid for you covered in blood.

Wren is also a big fan of you when you are clever. He loves coming up with schemes and plans to fuck up the people around both of you. he's got no loyalty to his boss his work or anything else. It’s only you and he's obsessed with you.

Will bite the hand that feeds him.

Big fan of fire. So get ready for some burns on your hands back and thighs. he's gonna press his lighter to them and flick it until you admit that it hurts.

he's such a freak for you honestly. He’ll break into anywhere to fuck you there including Remeys place.

When you come back from a night with Wren you are a mess. Ash in your hair hickes burns bites and sometimes worse marks cover you. He keeps your underwear “until next time” (you never get them back). You always have a playing card hidden somewhere on your person and it sometimes takes a while to find it, he's getting really creative with the placements (usually it's from the winning hand of his poker games).

Wren is just such a mess for you and he doesn't care who knows it. As long as they understand that he's also not someone to fuck with on top of that. he's always got a gas can ready.

Mickey

he's been watching you since you both lived at the orphanage together. It's weird that you never noticed him. And you were the one he wanted to catch the attention of… just you

He's seen pictures of you. People talking about you on forms. It's easy to find stuff about you if you know where to look and Mickey always knows where to look.

he's so careful when he looks up images of you. He makes sure that he's never caught on those online forums. The forums where terrible creeps lurk. Where they post pictures of people they've raped and beaten and left at the side of the road. He finds those people terrible. Disgusting. Evil. but he's still there to watch. Waiting for another image of you to pop up. Just you.

He got lucky once. Someone posted an image of you passed out in an alley. He knew the location. It wasn't too far away. He covered his face and left the orphanage to go and collect you. He told himself he was just going to take you back home. But he couldn't help himself. And you'd never know it was him…

He still feels guilty about that but in a weird way, it keeps him going. He misses the feeling of your skin and how warm you are. The little noises you made you were barely awake…

And you still don’t notice him around the orphanage. he's been inside you. Just you. but you still ignore him.

Until you need something. He uses you to help himself escape. He considers taking you with him but that's a risky move. He knows how Bailey describes you to clients. He knows if you were to go missing it would put a target on his back.

So he settles for doing you a favor instead.

Every image of you online is wiped the next day. The forum is a little pissed off. Especially some idiot with an anime username. they're all wondering who hacked the place and got rid of the images of just you. It feels targeted. Some people even say that they guess they'll just have to track you down and get more. But others move on to different material.

Of course, Mickey's computer has a special folder on it. Filled with pictures of you. Just you.

#landry the criminal #briar the brothel owner #mickey the hacker #tw violence #tw burn #tw rape #tw implied rape #tw blood #tw stalking #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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msookyspooky · 2 years

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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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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Horrortober Day 10- Collar(Yandere Mud Dogs x Reader)

A/N, not important: Watch this be the longest thing I post. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Kidnapping, dehumanization, collar, blood, picking at the skin, forced name change(?), mention of being sold, gag, restraints, yandere themes, dark themes

Words: 4342

Summary: Mickey ran his mouth and now the Mud Dogs have to deal with Big Mama knowing about you.

The ropes around your arms burn, making it uncomfortable for you to sleep. The position you were forced in was awful, your arms tied together in front of you from your elbows to your wrists, and your legs strung from your knees down. The gag in your mouth hurts your jaw, your tongue stale and dry from having the rubber holding your mouth open for so long. Your eyes lazily scan the ceiling, not bothering to struggle.

The skin on your arms was already rubbed completely raw, no need to add to your own pain and suffering. You do your best to roll your shoulders, twisting your waist until your back cracks with a loud, satisfying pop. How long has it been since they left? One hour? Three? You shake your head, unable to fully tell. Your dazed mind had lulled you into a fitful sleep moments after they left you alone, the safest you’d felt since they first took you.

They cited a meeting for their reason to leave you unattended, apologizing despite how clearly ecstatic you were at the notion. You hadn’t realized it would come with the price of chaffed arms and sore joints. Maybe that was what they were apologizing for, you muse to yourself despite knowing they wouldn’t care about such a thing. Your arms especially hurt, the perpetual hold of the rope feeling as if your arms would pop clean out of your sockets if you move.

You hear the lock of their base click, the sound echoing through the silent warehouse. Their voices quickly take over the silence however, Leonard clearly scolding Mickey over something that had gone down. It’s clear they’re trying to be quiet, their voices slightly hushed while Leonard drones on and on, Mickey snapping back every so often. The only one you didn’t hear much was Danny, but you knew he was there. He always is.

You shift your body to the best of your ability as their hushed voices grow near, your ears perking at the sounds. They never tell you anything, so eavesdropping became the only way you could get information from them. It had only taken you three times of being caught before you figured out how to do it the most inconspicuously. You close your eyes and calm your breathing, letting your heart settle so it wasn’t hammering in your ears. Their voices become more clear as they walk closer. Mickey was never truly able to keep his voice down for long.

“It’s not my fault. She asked and I answered.” Mickey growls, the clatter of the trio in the kitchen sounding through. A low murmur of Leonard's voice comes through, his voice too muffled to understand.

It’s quiet for a second, their voices depleting and being taken over by the clinking of plates and dishes. You wait for the voices to pick up again, your heart rate spiking slightly. You wanted to know what wasn’t Mickey’s fault. You wanted to know how she was, and what she asked. You wanted to know. You needed to know. You were tired of being in the dark, of not knowing what was going on until you were thrust into the thick of it.

“Leonard’s right, Mickey. There was no reason to tell her about Pumpkin.”

Danny’s voice sounds above the ambient sounds of the kitchen, the words clarifying only slightly. Mickey told someone about you, someone Leonard doesn’t want to know. Which… doesn't narrow it down much. You grumble under your breath, annoyed. You wished you knew what was happening.

They continue to talk in low voices, too quiet for you to pick up properly. Anything you could was mostly just Mickey whining about it not being his fault. You shift in the bed, sighing. Maybe they will tell you this time. You just have to ask nicely.

The door opens and your three captors walk in, a small tray of food being balanced in Leonard’s hands. Danny walks closer, pulling you into a sitting position and moving your hands down. You hiss slightly, your shoulders protesting the movement. Having them tied for so long was starting to take a larger toll on your joints. Even if they untied them, moving them would hurt for a while.

“We got you food. I’m sorry it’s been so long, but we got busy.” Leonard says softly, keeping his voice low as if he were talking to an infant. You lean away from Danny’s hold, hitting the squishy body of Mickey instead. You grimace, quickly moving back into the middle of the two and trying to stay as far away from each of them as you could in hopes to escape their imprisoning arms.

Leonard sets the tray down on a stool by the bed, reaching over to take the gag off of your mouth. His hands land on your cheeks, his eyes meeting yours for a second, the look in his eyes hinting his hesitancy to remove the insulting item.

“Don’t bite, and don’t yell.” He warns, the threat heavy in his tone. He waits for you to nod before sliding the gag off your face, setting it down on the tray that held the food. He grabs the bowl of oatmeal they had made for you, taking a spoonful and holding it to your lips. He waits patiently for you to open your mouth, as if he has all the time in the world. Mickey nudges your arm, grinning slyly at you.

“You should really eat, Pumpkin.” He says, moving his chin to rest on your shoulder. You try to shift away but he wraps his arms around your middle, his eyes flashing with a dangerous edge. You awkwardly settle down, letting him lean on you as he was.

“My name’s not Pumpkin.” You grumble under your breath, despising the literal pet name with your entire being. They decided to rename you when taking you in, trying to assimilate you into their world more. You thought it was a stupid name, one more fitting of a dog than a human. Although, you doubted they saw you as such. The way they treated you, the way you acted. You were more a child, or even a glorified pet to them. You never knew you would’ve missed free will so much.

Danny tsks at your renouncing of the name, his face curling into a sneer. He was the one to pick out ‘Pumpkin’ as your new name, and was always the one who got the most upset when you protested it.

“Just eat your dinner, Pumpkin. We need to go somewhere again soon, so we don’t have time to waste.”

You keep your face schooled into a neutral look, trying to not seem interested in his words. He wouldn’t tell you anything if he thought you might try and use it to your advantage. Whatever that means.

Leonard sticks the spoon in front of your face again, his eyebrows furrowing slightly while he waits for you to bite. He sighs, setting the bowl down but still holding the spoon.

“I don’t want to force you, Pumpkin.” He coos, his voice dangerously smooth. You know what happens next, what happens when Leonard gets impatient while you’re eating. You shudder at the memories of him prying your mouth open and shoving food down your throat until you felt sick. You open your mouth and take a bite. Leonard smiles and nods in approval, grabbing the bowl again and continuing to feed you.

You all sit in silence for a while, Leonard feeding you slowly while Mickey and Danny sit beside you lazily. Almost all of Mickey’s weight was on you, his eyes half lidded while they flickered around the small room. Fit with only a stool and a small twin sized bed, it was never meant to be comfortable. The longest you’ve stayed in here was two days, and that was when you first tried to escape. Even Mickey couldn’t argue against locking you away.

Leonard’s voice pulls you out of memory lane, your mouth full of now lukewarm oatmeal as he waits for you to take the next bite. “We’re taking you out tonight.”

The sudden news surprises you, your eyes meeting his own in confusion. You swallow the food in your mouth, opening it to ask a question, but he shoves the spoon down your throat before you can say a single word.

“I know you’re still getting used to us and all, but Mickey decided to run his mouth and now we’re in a bit of a bind.” Leonard explains, ignoring the way Mickey glares at him for the slight. “You’re going to be meeting someone very important, and you’ll need to be on your best behavior.”

You roll your eyes as you take the last bite, chewing the mush before swallowing. You doubted what Leonard was saying was as important as he made it, but it still peaked your interest. You hadn’t been outside in so long, even being shown off in a sense might be worth the trip.

Danny reaches over to your arms while Leonard kneels in front of you, both yōkai quickly undoing the ties around you. As the ropes loosen and fall off, you stretch your muscles, almost trying in relief as you hear your joints click and pop back into place.

Mickey grimaces at the noise, his face scrunched up in disgust. You don’t bother to grace him with your gaze merely staring straight at Leonard as he picks up the gag once more. You try to lean back when he moves closer, but Danny’s hand firmly presses itself into your back, stopping you from moving too far.

Leonard fixes the gag in your mouth once more, smiling down at you like he wasn’t humiliating you. He stands up and ruffles your hair, nodding to the other two. You clench your teeth down on the rubber stick in your mouth, the cylindrical shape reminding you of a horse's bit. No matter how hard you bit it or pushed on it with your tongue, it wouldn't come off. You reach up your newly freed hands, trying to claw at it in hopes you’d be free. You were tired of the ache in your jaw.

"Stop messing with it." Leonard chides, pulling you off the bed. The other members of the group follow, each standing and making their way towards the door. Danny stops for a moment and stares down at you past his snout, his nose twitching while he looks you up and down.

"Should we change them?" Danny asks, clearly wanting to but not wanting to make it any more obvious. Mickey snorts, pushing past the Rat and moving towards you.

"They look fine, Danny. Big Mama won't care much what they're wearing." He says, wrapping himself around you. Danny rolls his eyes, grumbling as he kicks the ground.

"I care."

"We know you do." Leonard says, clapping him on the shoulder. He shakes his head at his partner in crime, shaking him slightly. "However, we don't have enough time to change them. Big Mama is going to be mad if we’re late again. You can always give them your present now, though."

Danny lights up at the suggestion, rushing out of the room. Leonard turns to you, his eyes narrowing at your hands clawing at your gag. "Behave. Big Mama is important. Sit still and be quiet, and just do everything we say."

Your hands drop to your sides as you huff, Leonard nodding in approval before turning to talk lowly to Mickey. Danny returns a moment later, an object hidden behind his back. You try to take a step back, nervous for what he was about to present you, but he grabs you by the arm and yanks you forward.

“Stay still Pumpkin.” Danny says, glee shining in his tone. You didn’t know what he was doing, but it seemed like something he was looking forward to. You grimace. If it excited him, it was most likely bad for you.

Danny pulls out a small black collar from behind his back, the bell on the front tinkling and rattling as it moves. Your face drops at the sight, unable to fight back from the shock of being collared. He takes no notice of your horrified expression, quickly fitting the collar around your neck. It clips on and a familiar surge of energy rushes through you, whatever spell entwined with the fibers of the collar activating once it was set on your neck. Your hands go up to grasp at the fabric, hoping to be able to pull it off. You stare at the ground in horror, your fingers unable to even pull at the smooth material. There was no indication of where your skin ended and the collar began, only a small bump and the feeling of a smooth material alerting your brain to the alteration. It was as if he had fused it with your skin. The cool metal of the tags and bell felt like they were burning your skin. You wanted it off.

Danny looks down, his finger flicking the bell and making it jingle. Mickey grins moving over to you and flopping his body over your back and leaning over your shoulder. “Do you like it?”

You don’t answer the eel, too mortified to speak. Danny grins, still admiring the accessory he had more or less glued to your neck.

“Sorry it’s not too pretty, but Leonard didn’t want you to have anything too… Flashy. You’ll be wearing this every time you go out at the least, and to our preference at home. Now,” Danny looks back at Leonard, nodding. “Anything else? Or should we leave?”

Leonard nods towards the door and the other two follow, no one paying attention to your face that was drained of color or shaky limbs. The bell rattles with every step, the quiet jingle sounding more like gunshots to your ears. You briefly wonder how they were bringing you, considering you were human and they were criminals. They’d filled your head full of the stories of how the yōkai hated humans, and while you were skeptical of some of the specifics, you really didn’t want to chance it if they were right.

“She’s sending a car, right?” Mickey mutters, his eyes flickering back and forth. Leonard nods, and your question was indirectly answered. You reach the door of the hideout, your hope raising for a small moment. It had been so long since you had been outside, since you had seen anything other than the four walls of their lair. The thought of bolting enters your mind, but only for a moment. Pushing any limits right now would be a bad idea, especially with how tense the three looked.

Leonard wraps his hand around your bicep, keeping you close and tightening his grip every time you try to pull back. He opens the door, keeping you in front of him while Mickey and Danny both stick to your left. A small limo sits in front of the area, a pig yōkai staring at the four of you. Danny nods at him, the pig opening the car doors and allowing you in.

Leonard has you move inside and sits next to you, not letting you go until Mickey and Danny were both seated as well. The eel and rat sat across from you, the seats laid out in rows of two, facing each other. You felt small, like every movement was being scrutinized by the two in front of you. Leonard leans back in the seat, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Mickey’s eyes are locked on you, the nubs he has for hands curled like a fist in his lap.

You shift in your seat, none of the Mud Dogs speaking and letting the silence rest over the car. Mickey looks out the window while Danny stares down at his lap, tapping away on the phone he had out. Your hand finds its way to the new offending piece that was situated on your neck, your nails scratching at the bump that signaled the start of the collar. You hadn’t noticed how deep you were scratching, your mind focused on extracting the offending object from your skin. It wasn’t until you hear Danny curse loudly that you realize there’s a small amount of blood coating your fingertips.

Leonard quickly snatches your wrists, pulling your arms away from your neck and stopping you from worsening the wound. Mickey stares at your neck in slight horror, his fishy lips gaped as he stares at you.

“What are you doing?” Danny hisses, reaching over to you and taking your chin. You hiss in pain when he tilts your face up to look at the wound, his eyes narrowed.

“Why did they…?” Mickey starts to question, his eyes narrowed at the marks on your neck. You try to speak, but the gag muffles you and you feel drool roll down your cheek instead of the words falling from your lips.

“Because Pumpkin’s an idiot.” Danny hisses, taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his flashy suit. You don’t try and make a face at the name this time, leaving it be. You didn’t want to push them any further while they carried that look in their eyes. Leonard stays quiet while Danny wipes the blood from your neck, his eyes dark and grip painfully tight on your wrists. You stop struggling as Mickey also moves forward, the trio crowding around you with concern and anger mixing dangerously in the air. You shift uncomfortably, your jaw aching at the need to speak, or to even shut your mouth.

Danny leans back, the corner of his handkerchief now pink with your blood. He shoves it in his pocket, eyeing your neck. He looks at Leonard and Mickey, sighing deeply. “That’ll have to do until we get home. I don’t have any bandages or disinfectant.”

Mickey nods, staring at your neck in interest. His eyes drop to your fingers, Leonard’s hand still encasing both of your hands. The blood had dried and stained your fingers a soft red, but the blood blended into your skin too much for it to be a noticeable worry.

Leonard yanks you forward as Danny and Mickey return to their seats, everyone’s eyes now on you. Leonard stares at your hands, the pads of his fingers running over your nails. He grumbles in annoyance, turning to Danny.

“Do you still have those gloves?”

Danny nods and pulls out a pair of black cloth gloves, one you usually saw him wearing after they came home from a heist. Leonard takes the gloves and slips them over your hands without much protest from you. You didn’t want to rock the sinking ship more than you already had. Leonard pulls them as far down as he can so they’re snug on your hands before tightening the pull string at the bottom. He lets go of one hand, but keeps the other, his grip tight on your wrist. You gulp, slumping in your seat as you fight the urge to claw at the collar once more.

The rest of the trip is silent, no one daring to say a word.

You lean your head on the window of the limo as it pulls up to the entrance of the hotel, Leonard ushering you out and towards the door. All three were still tense, but no longer looked like they would bite your head off the moment you spoke. Walking up to the entrance, the doors open as soon as you reach the top step. There were two yōkai standing at the doors, both wearing purple uniforms with brass buttons. You stare at them in fascination for a moment, neither looking down at you as they continue to face forward with their backs straight and heads high. They remind you of royal guards for a queen, more for show than anything.

Leonard tugs you through, Danny walking a half step behind as Mickey grabs your other hand. The moment the eel has you, Leonard let's go, the responsibility of holding you being successfully transferred. The trio lead you into an elevator, another yōkai in the corner to press the buttons for the rider. Danny tells the operator something you didn’t catch, and he presses the corresponding button to wherever you were heading. You subconsciously lift your free hand up to your neck again, playing with the bell hanging from it instead of trying to attack your skin. You can see Leonard eyeing you, but he says nothing to your fiddling.

You stare at the scale of the moving numbers at the top of the elevator, watching them go up in mild disinterest. You could feel the anxiety rolling around in your stomach and flooding your veins, making every small movement of the elevator feel like an earthquake.

The elevator opens and you exit, Mickey dragging you happily to meet whoever or whatever it was that they took you here for. Your eyes move to the desk in the middle of the room, a small woman sitting at it. She stands up as the trio brings you in further, your eyes widening at the sight of her.

She was so… Human. Sure, her skin was a bit of an odd color(too purple to be normal, but maybe it was the lighting), and her teeth seemed just a wee bit too sharp, but other than that? Human. Completely and safely human. Your worries melt away despite the aura of danger drifting from the woman as she walks nearer, her humanness easing every bit of panic you had. She closes the distance and looks at you, adjusting the thin blue glasses on her face with a small smile.

“Oh my, look at this little doll.” The woman says, taking your chin and moving it back and forth as she scans your face. Your eyes are drawn to hers, the cool lilac of her iris’s burning into your mind. Was she wearing colored contacts? Her appearance and clothing showed her to be a woman of high authority, and she seemed to be the boss, or main leader, of your captors. It was an odd choice for someone of her ranking, but not one you could fault. The lilac eyes looked beautiful on her.

The woman leans back, her hand forcing your face to follow. She cups your face with both hands and smiles down at you, her eyes swimming with a false security. “Wherever did you find this one, dears?”

Leonard grins, his chest puffing out as he answers the strange woman. “I found them near one of the entrances to the city a couple months ago. I couldn’t just leave them alone and lost, so I took them home.”

A small smirk is held on her face as she continues to examine you, squishing your cheeks and lifting your lips to check your teeth and gums. You nip at her fingers for the intrusion, narrowing your eyes in warning. It was the first sign of aggression you had shown to the woman thus far. She merely smiles, cooing down at you.

“It truly is a marvelous example of a human. Quite scrumptious, if I do say so myself.” She finally drops your chin, moving over to her desk and toying with a pen on the surface. Her wording confused and worried you, bringing back the earlier unease with full force. She was speaking as if she wasn’t human herself, and it worried you to no end. “How much do you want for them? I do need more humans for the nexus entertainment, and I’m not quite sure you three would take good care of one like this.”

Leonard stiffens and I rub at my chin, the smooth texture of the gloves easing the ache in my jaw. Danny snarls, grabbing me and tugging me back. My eyes widen in surprise at the sudden pull, my hands flailing for a moment as I lose my balance.

“Pumpkin is *not* for sale.” He hisses, both Mickey and Leonard joining him in a tense stance. Danny shoves you behind him, not caring for your indignant cries. You can barely see Big Mama from behind the three, their bodies blocking you from sight almost completely.

Big Mama sighs, her voice clouded in fake dejection. You highly doubted the woman even cared. “Very well. Now, I do hope you bring them along another time then. But I am a very busy woman, and my schedule is oh so scrumdiddly packed. You boys should be on your way.”

The Mud Dogs take the sendoff at face value and tug you back, quickly going through the hotel and back down to the car. You’re shoved into your seat once more, and you’re hit with the regret of not trying to hightail it the moment you stepped outside. The car moves and you watch the window. There was still one more chance.

When the car pulls to a stop in front of the Mud Dog’s base, you tense. You go through the plan in your head, trying to memorize each step and each reaction you may need to take in case something goes wrong. Leonard pulls you out, and in the transition of Mickey and Danny leaving, you knee the ogre yōkai in the stomach. His grip goes lax as he doubles over, a wheezing cough ripped from his lungs.

You yank your arm away from him and dash down the street, your arms pumping wildly as you run. You didn’t notice how mast Mickey was until he caught you, volts of electricity buzzing through your veins and tensing your muscles. You collapse into the eels arms, your eyes heavy and body spasming. With your brain so fried, It wasn’t until you saw the others' eyes that you knew just how badly you messed up.

They drag you into the hideout, not one of them caring about your muffled screams.

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yangoodomens · 9 months

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Yandere poly Muddogs x GN reader

Summary - they offer you comfort when you cry

TW - Reader cries, this is honestly just really fluffy

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I had always been known as the strong one in their family and among their friends. I was the person people turned to for advice, the one who could handle any situation with ease. But what no one knew was the emotional strain it had on me. I had always been good at putting on a brave face and holding it together, even when things got tough.

But after years of being strong for others, I could feel myself starting to crack.

After being kidnapped by the Muddogs, I had started to lose it. They had taken me two years ago, two year of my life gone.

I tried to push through, to keep up appearances, even if it was only the muddogs. I wasn't weak, but one day I reached breaking point. It was a seemingly ordinary day, but everything seemed to hit me all at once. I found myself in the bedroom, curled up on the bed, sobbing.

"Babes?" Mickey's voice rung out in the room rang. My face was tear-stained and red from crying as I looked up at him. He quickly rushes over, cupping my face and pressing little kisses on the tears. "What's wrong, babes?"

I shook my head, not wanting to answer. I take my hands up to my face, trying to wipe my tears away before anymore fell, he gently grabs my wrists and pulls my hands away, "what's wrong, babes tell me." He looks over his shoulder and shouts out to the other two to come help. The other two rush in, wondering what's going on. On seeing the situation, they rushed over.

"I- I'm sorry, I do-don't know why I'm crying". My words are rushed. A slight crack was heard too. I felt one of them cup my face, my eyes too blurry to really see who.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize for crying, it's normal" Danny's voice is quieter than normal as he speaks, "it's okay."

They stay with me for the rest of the night, comforting words and affectionate touches being repeated throughout the night. It almost makes me forget I'm trapped here.

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Sorry this is so short, I couldn't think of how to end it, :(

- Jett

#rise of the tmnt #yandere #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere x reader #rottmnt #tmnt #yandere mud dogs #mud dogs #dastardly danny #malicious mickey #loathsome leonard

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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A sketch of cholly

I've never drawn an anthropomorphic character before lol

Baby! Saw this last night, but struggled to put into words how much i love this and still do. Zero words - just love. Thank you so much for drawing them

#yandere oc #Fanart #Cholly my oc #I played epic mickey 2 at least three times since Cholly was fully made I fuckin love rabbit toons so much

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astral--horrorshow · 1 year

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Yandere Mud Dogs Headcanons

A/N: This wasn't requested, but I really wanted to get these down, partly because it'll make them easier to write in the future!! Anybody is welcome to take inspiration from these, and my requests are always open!! I've been wanting more of them lately, so please don't be shy!

This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic for Leonard or Mickey, but I wrote Danny's as platonic

TW: Kidnapping, toxic relationships, delusional mindsets, extreme coddling, mentions of temporary leg parlyzation, condecension, forced bed sharing (NON SEXUAL), mentions of violence, forced to play dress up? reader is human, being unknowingly fed sleeping pills

💙 Loathsome Leonard 🎋

~💙 Leonard is extremely mad that he cares so much for a human, and lies to the both of you when he says and acts like it's your fault and that he's angry at you. In reality, he's angry at himself for perceived weakness, and will gradually accept it over time.

~🎋 He has little to no patience for disobedience, perceived or not, even during the adjustment period. The other Mud Dogs (Usually Mickey) will often have to step in to talk sense into Leonard when he's being irrational, too strict, or overly mean.

~💙 Over time, he does loosen up the slightest bit if you're good, but only a little bit. His lifestyle requires him to be constantly on his guard, and you'll go back to being kept under lock and key if you mess up.

~🎋 Leonard is immaturely serious, and will get pissed if you don't take him seriously. Despite this, he can have playful moments with you, even if they are far and in between.

~💙 He's at his angriest if you escape or try to escape, because even though he can be callous and rough towards you, he worries like crazy if you're out in the Hidden City, though he'll never show it. He'll scold you for literal hours when he catches you, because the Hidden City is extremely dangerous, especially for a human. He doesn't know what he'd do if Big Mama ever set her eyes on you.

~🎋 He treats you like a mother animal would treat her young in the physical sense, sometimes, as he'll hold you up by the scruff of your neck, carry you places out of nowhere, etc.

~💙 Punishments would be on a more physical sense, but nothing too rough, because he's actually terrified of you getting too hurt, not that he'll ever let you know. The most he'll do to you is rough you up a little, but if anyone else lays a hand on you, he'll make them pay. If it was one of his teammates, he'll let them off a lot easier than if it was anyone else, his revenge methods ranging from petty to slightly violent depending on wether it was an accident or not and how much you were hurt. If you were to get hurt by a Yokāi in the Hidden City, however, it doesn't matter if you only got an accidental scratch, he will get violent with them.

💜 Dastardly Danny 🐁

~💜 Danny is type to coddle without end, especially because you're a human. He sees humans as a weaker species, and thus sees you as someone who needs to be protected and taken care of.

~🐁 He barely lets you do anything by yourself, and usually insists he help you, or sends/drags you away for him or one of his comrades to do it themselves.

~💜 He can be extremely condecending with the way he acts and talks to you, and though it's never from a place of malice, it can be extremely upsetting.

~🐁 Danny can sometimes treat you like a doll or a little child with the way that he babies you, often insisting that he pick out your clothes, do your hair, spoon-feed you, etc. It can be extremely humiliating.

~💜 Danny might be the most worried out of the entire cast when you escape, as he knows firsthand how rough and dangerous the Hidden City is, and he's also heard some horrendous stories and rumors about the topside, even if you're from there. He'll go into a frenzy, searching for you non-stop, no matter what he was doing before. When he eventually gets you back, he'll make sure you'll never be able to escape again. He'll steal magic doorlocks and put them in the hideout, always make sure that he or one of his teammates has an eye on you when they're home, etc.

~🐁 He'd never, ever hurt you intentionally, so his punishments are akin to the type that one would give to a child. For example, his response to an escape attempt would be sending you to your room or putting you in time-out.

~💜 He coddles you like a grandmother, such as making your clothes for you, and cooking all your food for you.

~ 🐁If you have trouble sleeping, he'll break into Mickey's stash of sleeping pills and give them to you in a warm drink, not that you know.

~💜 If you try to hide from him inside of the hideout, he'll find you very quickly with his heightened sense of smell, as lots of rats have.

~🐁 He gets very sad when you fight him, but he'll never show it unless his feelings are really hurt.

~💜 He gets mad at Leonard and Mickey if they're mean to you, do something weird to you, etc.

~🐁 He won't let you in the kitchen unless he sets you down on the counter so he can keep an eye on you while he cooks, because he's worried you might hurt yourself with sharp objects, the stove, etc.

~💜 If you do ever have to go out, (hideout change, the gang has to go do a heist really far away, etc.) he'll find someway to steal a cloaking brooch, will bundle you up in a lot of clothes, and will keep you out of sight when he can with cars, hotel rooms, etc.

🧡 Malicious Mickey 🩵

~🧡 Mickey is the delusional type, convinving himself that you're happy to be locked in whatever hideout the gang is squatting in.

~🩵 Your complaints will go in one ear and out of the other, and he'll act as though you didn't even say anything, then drag you off to play video games with him or watch a movie.

~🧡 He clings onto you at every possible moment, he'll even wait outside the door when you're taking a bath or shower, so escaping him when he's home is basically impossible.

~🩵 Oftentimes, he'll entertain himself by playing dress-up with you, wether you're willing or not. He has no fashion sense at all, not that Mickey knows that, so most of the time, you're stuck in the worst outfit you've ever seen for the rest of your day when the he gets the urge. They progressively get uglier with each time he dresses you up.

~🧡 He forces you to share his bed with him (platonic or romantic) and he'll cling to you so tight, it's hard to sleep. Often in the morning, you're half-asleep at breakfast.

~🩵 If he wants to cuddle you, but you're refusing, he'll temporarily paralyze your legs so you can't get up and run away from him. This applies to when you don't want to sleep in his bed, either.

~🧡 Escaping him would be relatively easy, if he's on a mission and his fellow Mud Dogs hadn't installed any locks on the windows. When he finds out you're gone and eventually gets you back, he'll think it was because you were bored or you went out to find him, or both. He'll steal even more stuff for you to entertain yourself with when he's gone, and tell you purposfully frightening stories of the Hidden City and stuff Yokāi have done to humans in an attempt to scare you off from going outside. He also tells you that you don't have to worry about him, because he's a "very important" criminal that can protect himself, or so he says.

Taglist <3: @yanteetle

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liliesdiary · 9 months

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Ghostface's Doll He Loves To Play With

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venus-haze · 1 year

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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.

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