#slashers x yn
Ya’Skur x Reader
Warning: SMUT, Minors DO NOT interract.
Summary:Somehow, you were always at the wrong place at the wrong time. And what seemed to be your demise, turned into your future.
A/N:Once again, this is a Yautja I made up, hope you like it, enjoy.
A Yautja was a different kind of being.
Although that was rather obvious just by the fact that they were literal aliens, you did notice similarities between them and humans. Sometimes they were small little things that you noticed and other times they were very obvious.
You, a humble little human, who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
You got captured by a Yautja when you accidentally walked right into their fighting grounds.
They took you to their planet as a hostage in a cage, they of course didn’t see you as a worthy opponent, but they did enjoy the fact that you ran away often and they had to chase you back to their home.
You were terrified, you didn’t know what to do. It was about the third time when you ran away and they brought you back that you realized just how bad this truly was.
You thought they might kill you if you don’t have any purpose.
So, running and then having them bring you back was one way of keeping yourself alive. But what kind of a life this truly was?
You lived in a cage. You ate whatever they gave you and all you could do is watch them, trying to understand them.
One day you saw them starting to prepare something. Like someone important was coming. They even washed you and gave you some form of clothing, but you remained in your cage.
And sure enough, someone important arrived. In a huge fancy ship, wearing bones and a different armour. They were bowing to him.
They respected him. You assumed he was some form of a leader. And then it all clicked.
They will give you to him. You could already see him wearing your spine as a belt after he killed you. You sat back in your cage and just watched.
They all ate and after, it was your time to shine. They tied your hands and brought you to the leader. They made you kneel in front of him as they talked. Then he leaned forward, taking a good look at you, your eyes met his but you knew better that to stare.
You were taken away that day, he took you with him. But you weren’t surprised. What surprised you is instead of killing or putting you in a cage, he just locked you into his home. A huge structure with a garden. The entire house was filled with different bones, some you recognized but most, you didn’t. He had servants, not many, and you barely saw them, but he did. And he spent a lot of time with you.
He made you wear a collar, it was made out of bones and leather.
He basically put a leash on you whenever he felt like it, he took you on walks like you were his dog.
And you were, to a certain extent.
Then, as time passed, the leash disappeared. But your collar of bones remained.
You could go with him outside his property, watched the others as they lived their lives. And that is how you began to see the similarities.
The women and children had very similar roles as humans back in the ancient times. They were respected, yes. Men were the hunters, collectors and providers. Everyone had their own role. Every one of them without a doubt.
Some went hunting for food, some went hunting for fun, some remained with the clan to keep them safe, some trained the others. It was like a perfect society.
You felt truly privileged to see all this. They were incredibly smart and advanced, but their core values were the same to humans.
They respected their families and did everything in their power to keep them safe.
You even saw their courting techniques. Instead of flowers and dates, males proved their worth in combat.
Their children were loved by their parents. You assumed men wouldn’t even care, but they sure did. They cherished their little ones.
One day, you were sitting in the gardens, enjoying the sun on your skin when you saw him get closer, you remember his name is Ya’skur. He come over and placed a small skull in your hands, a skull similar to a cat’s.
You smiled. “Next time, keep the kitten alive. Why are you giving me this?” you asked as you saw him getting closer and sitting down next to you.
Then you realized, he was courting.
—
Sadly no one wrote a book titled “What to do When a Yautja is Courting You” so you were on your own.
You were so unsure but Ya’skur was a true leader and he wasn’t afraid to lead you as well. He made you lose the collar, but you still kept it in your room. Also, you were given a proper and big room, which you were surprised to see, was actually his.
Yautja were similar to humans.
Ya’skur was similar to a human male.
He was possessive, protective and horny.
All he needed is your permission and he made sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. Even if you were rather scared when you realized for the first time that he wanted to have sex with you, you would be lying if you said that there wasn’t something about the way it also intrigued you.
Yautja were similar to humans.
Ya’skur was similar to a human male, even his anatomy. He didn’t have balls like a man does, but he does have a dick. A long, thick cock that made you wet even just by the sight of it. You tried to remind yourself that this was a literal alien species, he could easily kill you with one movement, but your mind wasn’t focusing on those facts.
Your mind was filled with the pleasure he gave you. He did claw you a couple times, leaving cuts and bruises, but you knew that just like you, he also needed to learn.
And learning you both did.
You learned that he was so dominant, he didn’t even give you the chance not even once to be on top. You learned that he was in the mood any time and anywhere. You learned that he was not afraid from others seeing him, but he never let anyone see you. Shielding and protecting you was his priority.
And you weren’t sure why. Was it love? Could they fall in love? And more importantly, were you in love? Or were you just doing it to keep yourself alive?
He also learned, he learned that you were very sensitive and easy to break. One time he wanted to know where your limit is and he was shocked to see how fragile you were compared to him. But he learned and he knows what he is allowed to do.
You were his female. You slept in the same bed as him, you always laid your head on his chest, listening to his weird heart beat, that somehow overtime calmed you more and more.
One day, you were around in the gardens, at your usual place while Ya’skur was out hunting on a different planet.
You then heard a noise behind you in the bushes.
Then the noise turned into a small clicking noise, just like Ya’skur was doing every time he spoke. And soon enough, you found a little one, crying in the bushes, he was covered by leaves, left there to die. You looked around to see if maybe this was all a trap, but no one was there.
You dusted him off and you soon noticed why he was left out there in the wild. He was missing his two top mendibles. You assumed his parents didn’t like that he was born deformed so they left him to die.
His cries clenched your heart. Poor little guy.
“It’s okay.” You said as you pulled him close to your chest and walked back to your home. “Let’s get you something to eat.”
Thankfully you had a female in the house who usually looked after the food so she showed you what to feed the little one.
You often watched as he slept. You thought Yautja didn’t throw away their children. They weren’t like Spartans, they were a very accepting species who gave a chance to every member no matter how small or big they were.
Sure, Aidi might have had parents who thought differently. But no one ever looked for him. After finding him, you went out every day to the same spot to see if his parents would come, but no one came or looked for him.
A week passed, and you weren’t sure still why you wanted to keep him so badly. The female in the kitchen did help you a lot, even helped you pick a name.
Aidi. You decided, and hoped it didn’t mean something wrong.
Aidi adored you, like any baby would their mother. He liked to grab your clothes and not let go for hours, making you carry him with you wherever you went. You assumed this could be because he was alone in the woods, who knows how long.
But you swore to keep him safe and raise him as your own, even if Ya’skur wouldn’t like the idea. But you needed to wait and see once he was home.
Aidi and you bonded every day. To the point where you didn’t even put him down for a second. He was a very clingy baby. He liked to sleep on your chest. He liked whenever you fed him and lulled him to sleep after. He was clingy but quiet.
You liked to have him in the same bed with you. Made you less lonely while Ya’skur was out hunting who knows what.
Once again, you were sleeping in your comfortable fur bed with Aidi by your side, his little clawed hand holding yours when you heard a noise. The familiar footsteps soon reached the bedroom but you didn’t move, you knew who it was the unmistakable noise of bones on his body making a noise as he moved, you didn’t need to open your eyes to see him.
All you did was move your son closer to you so the adult Yautja could lay down, but he didn’t he seemed to have stopped as he reached the bed.
He knew you were not able to get pregnant from him. He knew that. But then why did you have a little one in your bed?
You opened your eyes to see him standing there, you moved to grab him, you were too tired, and you pulled him.
“Sleep.” You simply said. And he recognized that word before. But instead of moving he pointed at the baby. “I found him.” You simply said, a little more awake now. “I decided to keep him.”
You could tell that Ya’skur was not sure as he hesitated for a moment. You feared he would reject Aidi and you would have to leave him.
“Please.” You said as a last attempt and you didn’t know why you were begging. To have him accept your decision or not to hurt the little one?
Both.
In the end, he laid down with you, grabbing Aidi from your hands as he placed him on his other side while he pulled you close as well.
At that moment, you knew he accepted him, or at least he will try to. So, you pulled your blanket furs up and fell right back to sleep.
Excited for a future with your son and husband. You found a family in the most unexpected place.
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Hannibal Lecter x Reader
Requested by: @sourdrop
Request:Good morning/evening :) Could I request a Hannibal x reader fic where she is helping him make dinner one night & Hannibal confesses his feelings to her & reader is confused/ kinda shocked because no one has ever expressed any romantic interest in her before & also she’s had a huge crush on him for awhile & then maybe it ends with a sweet kiss tysm
Having dinner at Hannibal’s was something you worked into your daily routine.
It started off with him inviting you to an event of his, then he asked you to come over more and more frequently.
Monthly, weekly and soon almost it turned into a daily thing.
If it wasn’t for your workplace and responsibilities, you probably would have been over every day.
And just as those dinners grew closer, so did you to Dr Lecter.
He was charming, there was no denying that. Even a blind person could see that he was a work of art.
But you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself.
Every time you met someone new, you hoped, they would have some feelings for you. You desperately wanted someone to have as a partner and not just as a friend.
You had enough friends.
But, men worked differently.
They never wanted you, they never saw you more than just a friend or colleague. You were always alone, and each time a little piece in you died.
The piece that craved intimacy. Someone to share time with, someone to go home to and cuddle with.
Maybe that’s why you liked going over to Hannibal’s place.
You made yourself believe that it might be true, that this time might be different, that you finallyfound someone that wants to spend time with you, more than just a friend.
And each and every time you had to remind yourself not to let yourself believe these tales.
In your lifetime it never happened before, ever, so, why would this be any different?
And as time passed, you slowly started to see how silly you were. Each night when you left to go home, you laughed as your hope slithered away.
You smiled as you got into your car and you had to remind yourself that he saw you nothing more than a friend.
And so, you stopped having expectations. You stopped getting your hopes up.
“I was thinking, we should go and see a play, if you’d like.” Hannibal said as he put the dessert in front of you.
Another day, another dinner.
“Oh, I do you know you like opera?”
“I was thinking more of a… romantic play. I hoped you would come with me as a date.” he said with a small smile and you couldn’t help but stare.
Did you hear him correctly?
“A date?” you asked, placing your spoon down.
“Yes, call me bold but I think our chemistry is fantastic and I would like to take you out on a date.” you looked at him, waiting for someone to jump out from behind you, trying to find the hidden camera.
“Are-Are you joking?” you asked with a low voice.
“No, of course not. I would never play such cruel games with you.” he immediately said. “Is it that awful to think I would have such interests in you?”
“Wh-No… Hannibal, no I-I don’t know what to say. I was never…Men usually well, rather often actually, have no interest in me.
“Nonsense.” he chuckled. “They are blind not to see your beauty and intellect. Or possibly they were all blinded by your beauty too afraid to voice it.”
That made you laugh a little.
“I doubt that.”
“No doubt on my end. So, date?”
You smiled at him as he did at you.
“Okay, yes. I’d love to go on a date with you.”
“Wonderful, I’ll make sure that you will enjoy yourself. I will make you forget about al those silly little boys who were too afraid to even look at a stunning woman like you.”
You were sure he will.
Hannibal was a man of his words, you noticed that the moment you met him.
You were all giggly and happy for the upcoming days, waiting for your date, you even bought a new dress.
This was different. This date was very different, you knew that.
And just as he promised and eight in the evening, he appeared wearing a gorgeous suit, with flowers in his hands to whoo you.
He went all out and you couldn’t be happier for his confession.
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Slashers when their s/o snitches on them to the police
Includes: Michael Myers, Hannibal Lecter, Billy Loomis.
Up next: Jason Vorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Leatherface
Warnings: blood, gore, death
ITS BEEN A FULL YEAR SINCE IVE POSTED SLASHER CONTENT
Michael Myers
- You had a light blue notebook, the plan was to write everything you could remember down- dates, time, how he had looked when he came home; anything that would be useful.
- It lasted roughly two days before Michael got a hold of it, curious as to what the hell you’d been writing about for hours in that damned thing- of course, he wasn’t shocked when he read through the pages of his murder, you had been more jumpy and secretive lately.
- He doesn’t bring it up, instead he places the notebook a tad different each time he reads through it. His way of letting you know he knows.
- “Michael,” you yelled from your standing position, looking for your keys in your beige purse. “I’ll be back in a bit, gotta drop something off to a friend!” the notebook was held tightly between your arm and side, today was the day you showed it to the police. “Lov-“
- Within seconds, you become his newest victim, red pouring from the wound in your back as you hit the wooden floor.
Hannibal
- You were working with the police- tasked to get as close with Hannibal as possible. He was a suspect, you agreed.
- It started off easy enough, you became one of his patients and you went from there. It wasn’t until he invited you to one of his dinner parties that things picked up.
- Soon enough, you were dating. You had been friendly for around 10 months before the first date. Hannibal was a careful man, you noted.
- He was hosting a dinner party and you had agreed to help him prepare, until you saw him pull out the human thigh, a knowing smile darkening his features. “I know you know, I’m surprised you’ve let it get this far.”
- You tried to run, to call your supervisor and tell him not to come- that Hannibal was in fact the criminal and you we-
- Hannibal wasted no time in killing you, a tad disappointed his little lamb was so unloyal- but, you’d make for a fine main course, he decided, getting to work on cutting your flesh.
Billy Loomis
- He takes the longest to catch on, Billy doesn’t have the slightest clue until that little black notebook slips out of your purse one day, contents inside confusing him- it couldn’t have been you to write all this,
- Billy takes the most humane approach, still hopeful it wasn’t you, and mentions the notebook to you at night.
- “I found a notebook with all my murders logged, it was pretty detailed,” he muttered, head turning to face you. “I think someones after us, must’ve planted it in your bag, huh?”
- The look on your face, the pure dread at the mention of the notebook confirmed the worst. “(y/n)..” Billy trailed off, eyes widening as he watched you scoot away from him. “You wouldn’t do that to us- to me, would ya?”
- You did, but you violently shook your head, denying the claims. “No- no, I have no clue how that got there, Billy I-” you were silenced by a knife to the stomach, looking up to see Billy’s tear filled ones.
- “You were the last person I ever wanted to do this to, Doll. Forgive me.”
