#implied kidnapping

[envy-of-the-apple]

Bath

Dark!Geto Suguru x reader

happy (belated) birthday to my favorite cult leader <3

18+ content

(Warnings: implied kidnapping, dubcon, forced relationships)

You've always loved baths

Back when you used to work a dead-end job, bathtime was the one time of the day where you truly enjoyed life. You spared no expense. You always bought the sweetest-smelling soaps. You'd lavish your body with the softest loafahs. You'd stay under the shower for hours, letting the water soak into your skin until you got pruny.

Despite how different the two of you were, Suguru shared the same sentiment. 

You hear him before you see him. It's not like he tries to hide his presence. There'd be no point to it. 

The water was warm. You were dozing off, close to falling asleep when his fingers grazed your lips. When your eyes flutter open, Suguru smiles. 

"You're back early," you say.

"We finished up faster than anticipated," Suguru responds. You nod, not prying. Nowadays, you know better than to enquire. 

Instead, you watch as he disrobes himself, dropping his yukata to the pristine bathroom floor. He's beautiful, despite the hell he's put you through, you've never once denied that. His body is broad and well-sculpted. Sliver scars litter his milky skin. There's one on his shoulder, another across his stomach. 

Suguru sighs when he sinks into the water with you. You let him pull you into his lap, your back against his bare chest. It's always a habit for you to check if he's brought his creatures with him, even when you can't see them. Still, you peer over the bathtub, looking for shadows, and ripples through the air. 

"It's just us." He consoles, sinking his head forward, letting his breath tickle your neck. He could always be lying, but you chose not to care, letting him spread lazy kisses across your shoulders. 

His black hair spills over. He's untied it. Dried blood clings to his strands. It isn't his. You frown. 

He grunts but doesn't make any protest when you lift yourself, turning around to fully settle into his lap. The soapy water is now slightly below your chest, giving no coverage. You ignore his wandering eyes. After all, he's done worse than simply look. 

"Close your eyes," you say softly, "I'll wash your hair." 

He stares at you, searching. You don't know what he finds but it's enough for Suguru to listen, slinking down, eyes drifting shut. You think you like him better like this. When he isn't reaching into your soul, eager to claw you out. 

It's a slow process. You have nothing but your hands, but Suguru doesn't seem to mind. He's handled worse, he has the scars to prove it, but you're still gentle with his hair. The position is a little awkward, with you practically straddling him, but neither of you mind. He hums when you massage his scalp with trepid fingers. The white suds get bigger and bigger, coating your hands as you glide them down his locks. It smells like jasmine and roses. 

You're diligent, if nothing else. You act like the favor is your job, ignoring the brief touches of his hands. Rough, calloused, pressing into your skin, right at your thighs, going higher and higher with no indication of stopping. 

You pull back with a frown, but if he truly wanted to, he wouldn't have let you go so easily. These days, he's softer with you. Perhaps that's because you've mellowed out too. There's no more tears, no more screams. The fifth stage of grief: acceptance. 

"Suguru," you say, not quite a warning, but there's a hint of disapproval in your tone, "I'm working." 

He laughs, condescending, filled with meaningless affection. In the end, Suguru relents, moving his fingers away to hold your hips instead, squeezing the flesh every so often. You suppose that's a bit better. 

When you give the slightest of tugs, Suguru leans into your bare chest, eyes still closed. It's not sexual. He's just there, close to your damp skin, relishing in your warmth. You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat. 

"You know, when I first saw you, the first thing I noticed was your hair," you murmur, sloping his locks up from his shoulders, "it was beautiful." 

"Really?" he asks, just as quietly. 

You hum in response. It's hard to remember those days, back when you just thought of him as a priest, sitting lavishly on his throne. When you were just one of the temple's many visitors, unaware of the trap you found yourself in. You often wondered why you caught his eye. You know you weren't anything special.

Maybe it was your malleability that enticed him. Your humanness, able to adapt to anything once you're out of tears. You could be anything, maybe even his. 

"You should take better care of it." You don't chide him. Rather, it's a small request. You've never asked him for anything before. You wonder if he notices. 

"I will," his smile is gone now, there's just a hint of wonder in his tone. Out the corner of your eye, you spot him grasp a lock of his own hair, inspecting it. Like he's trying to see the beauty you can. 

The flakes of blood have long disappeared by the time you rinse his scalp off. His hair is back to its natural state, sleek and glossy. When it dries, it will shine in the sun. And in the night, after he's done with you, you can run your fingers through it, one of the few comforts you have in this life. 

Suguru's eyes open. You're still messing with his hair, tweaking it into place when he grasps at your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

His teeth are at your neck, grazing at the skin, barely threatening to puncture. You freeze anyway. You shouldn't have been so surprised. It was amazing he held himself back at all with how his strained cock slapped your thighs every so often.

"Suguru," you say, but you've lost the tone in your voice. It's less consequential. It's not like you can stop him, not right now when his kisses are starting to get more violent.

He hums in acknowledgment but doesn't pull back. Instead, Suguru grabs you by the hips. His fingers delve to your naked cunt. You suck in a gasp when he swipes at your clit.

"So sensitive," he chides but his smile is wider.

"We're in the bath," your voice comes out in a sigh as he leans forward to bite at your breasts, lavishing his tongue over your chest.

"We'll-we'll get dirty again."

He hushes your mild protests, focusing on your skin, tasting it. You frown, but you don't dare struggle when he angles your hips just right to deliciously grind on his cock.

At least he's nice, you deliriously think when it slowly starts to stretch you out. He could have been worse, taken to just pounding you without any regard for your body. His gentleness always felt like a worse punishment.

He goes down inch by excruciating inch. Your walls flutter around him. Already, you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter.

"I was gone for a while," he simply says, "you're so much tighter now."

As if to respond, you spasm on his cock. He gives another affectionate laugh, kissing you on the corner of your mouth.

When he sits you down fully, he's gentle enough to give you a moment. He's right, it had been a while. The stretch was already starting to be foreign to you. You gasp, unconsciously tightening your grip on his shoulder when he starts to move.

The pace is slow, casual. Despite how violent he inherently is, you've never known him to be anything like that to you. He's always moderated, in that sense. Even now, when his cock is strained and pulsing inside you, with you slowly teetering out of control, he remains the same, looking up at you with the slightest hitch in his breath.

You can't say the same. Your pussy tries to suck him back in, already feeling yourself start to let go. It's wet, your noises and whimpers are barely covered by the sloshing of water. You shudder when his cock hits that spot deep inside you over and over again. It's cruel in that sense, you aren't allowed not to go crazy.

"You always take me so well." Suguru leans forward, burying his head into your neck. His teeth are sharp enough for you to feel it, timed with another intentional thrust. You arch your back at the sensation, feeling your thighs go taut with tension. Your legs are practically shaking now, close to breaking.

"Suguru-"

As if he can sense you holding back, his hand traces your chest, squeezing, before he moves to your pussy. His thumb is insistent, rubbing tight circles around your swollen clit as your hips jolt at the added sensation.

"You can do it," Suguru coos in your ear sounding both loving and condescending at the exact same time, "Let go, dear."

It doesn't take long after that. You fall, crumpling against him as your pussy gushes around his cock, squeezing, almost choking him. Your release gets a rise out of him. If you were less fucked out, you'd admire the slightest hint of struggle between his brows, the clenched jaw, the way his hips and hand get a bit too rough. It'd be one of the few times a being like him has lost composure like that.

His own release comes right after yours, filling you up until you're sure you're leaking.

You collapse, your head falling into the crook of his neck. A large hand falls against your back, rubbing slow circles.

"I missed you," he mutters into your damp hair. You can only hum, still gathering yourself when he lifts your face with both hands.

He kisses you. Warm, and kind, and gentle. To him, you are the exception. The only one of the unworthy that's worth something to him.

"I love you," Suguru says into your lips, earnestly. And you know he truly does think that. He truly thinks that baths and soaps and pretty hair are all it takes to wash away the feeling of fear you still feel every time he touches you. 

"I love you," he repeats. 

You don't say it back. 

#yandere #dark content #yandere jjk #x reader #dark jjk #dark geto suguru #yandere geto suguru #implied kidnapping #forced relationship

[whump-allthe-way]

“thanks.. dad..” says whumpee, their voice rough and low, as caretaker threads their fingers through their tangled hair

vs

“no please-! dad make it stop! it hurts- please-!” as they thrash and scream, arching away from whumper’s blade as they slice and carve into their skin, caretaker watching in chains

#whumpee’s calling caretaker dad >> #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpee #sick whump #whumper #caretaker #parental caretaker #whump torture #implied kidnapping #sick whumpee #fever whump #whumptober 2023

[cheesecakethots]

after ages of begging from you, chrollo got you a laptop that you’re allowed to use when you’ve been good. it’s only got a couple of games, usually ones where multiplayer isn’t possible.

one day, you go onto your sims and find a new world has been made, one you’re sure you didn’t make yourself. huh. weird.

your jaw practically hits the floor when you see a sim of you and chrollo, married, with kids and woohooing every five minutes. it’s even weirder to see that your sim has clearly been worked on for a long while to make it look as close to you as possible.

you’re tempted to smash the laptop over his head, but settle for a better idea; putting on some sneaky mods so you can watch your sim kick his in the balls, tear his hair off, stab him in the heart, and maybe set him on fire if he’s been particularly annoying that day.

it’s surprisingly therapeutic. maybe make sure not to save your progress, just so he doesn’t find out, and you can continue to treat his sim like a little chrollo voodoo doll.

#shitpost #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #implied kidnapping #tw implied kidnapping #yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo lucilfer

[cumtastiics]

How about a young victorian yandere doctor who saved his darling from the asylum he works at (they had nobody and were deemed insane) and constantly reminds them that the only way for them to not end up in a cell is to marry him?

YAN!VICTORIAN DOCTOR

tw: yandere/obsessive behavior, manipulation.

a/n: like i said in his hcs he is much more controlling over you and veryyyy manipulative !!!

"Calm down," he said to you, grabbing your wrist so you'd stop trying to take the chain off. "You'll hurt yourself."

"I told you, I don't want to be here!" You argued, trying to throw his hand off, desperate to get far away from him.

Everything about this place made your skin crawl, it was worse than the asylum. You were kept in his basement, which was quite large but smelled horrible, like something was rotting.

You never understood how you caught his attention at the asylum; he wasn't even your doctor, but when he noticed you, it wasn't long till you were out of the asylum.

"Our wedding is only days away. Don't you want to look nice and clean on the day? I have to keep you here till you know that I am just ensuring your safety, it's as simple as that."

"No, you're not! You're crazy!" You spat, trying to not start crying in front of him. "You're worse than me!"

"Don't lie to yourself," he said, dryly. "If you don't marry me, everyone is going to see you as someone insane, and you'll be all alone. No one to defend you. Wouldn't it be better if you had me? I could prevent you from going back into the asylum."

You knew he was right, but you knew you couldn't fight him. Just by his influence alone, you didn't have to stay in the asylum.

But you didn't want to stay with him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere oc #angst #male yandere #mean yandere #manipulation #obsessive yandere #obsessive love #yandere kidnapper #implied kidnapping #yandere victorian doctor #cumtastiics

[kuuyandere]

Welcome to The Yandere Cafe

#yandere #lovesick #yancore #manga cap #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #mlm yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #male yandere #your yandere #welcome to the yandere cafe #confinement #implied kidnapping #manga #manga screencap

[rizzoto-whump]

"Oh, Whumpee," Whumper cooed, their voice filled with feigned sadness, "I should thank you. You never fail to amuse me, trying to escape like that. It's almost adorable, really."

Whumpee glared at Whumper through tear-filled eyes; their voice was barely a whisper, a testament to their broken spirit. "Go to hell, Whumper."

Whumper chuckled. "I might just. But first, I'm going to have to make sure you never try that again."

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #failed escape attempt #implied torture #sadistic whumper #injury #injured whumpee #implied kidnapping #intimate whumper #yandere whumper #whump tropes #whump scenario #traumatized whumpee #dialogue prompt

[screeblees]

Hi! Do you think angry!yandere would be more lenient or more annoyed with a darling that's really scared or even potentially paranoid about everything? Love your work!

Hii!! Thanks so much!

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Please enjoy!!<33

It would definitely depend on Angry ! Yandere's mood and how this fear and paranoia presents.

If this intense unease is due to him then;

If this fear comes across as bundling up with blankets and pillow in a safe space such as the bed or a specific spot, like in a cupboard or behind a chair that’s against corner - then as long as Angry ! Yandere knows where you are then he’ll give you your space, at least when initially settling in. It’s almost cute, really, and means you’ll likely be too scared to act out and break any rules.

Unless he’s feeling particularly stressed, then his need for you comes before your need for comfort. He’ll ask nicely - though his tone will be tense and demanding - for you to come out, but if you don’t then he’ll have no qualms reaching over and dragging you out, or joining you in there, if comfortable.

If this paranoia shows as shaking and trembling, flinching and jumpiness when he’s near, then Angry ! Yandere's patience will quickly dwindle and his expressions will twitch in annoyance. He’ll just be made angrier and angrier the more you act like a scared prey animal.

If he’s feeling especially nice, he may attempt to help you calm down by forcefully pulling you into his lap and petting your head and face, although this would occur exclusively when you are first brought home.

Once Angry ! Yandere's tolerance starts to seriously fade then he’d forget all attempts to soothe you and instead resort to taking his anger out on you; yelling and handing out punishments left and right for every disrespectful reaction he interprets. 

On the other hand, let’s say you’re not scared of him but an external source.

Even if you don’t go to him for comfort, the moment Angry ! Yandere figures out how you’re feeling and what’s causing it, you’re being pulled into his chest and not being let go for at least a few hours. He’ll even bundle you up himself, creating a pile of blankets and pillows for the two of you to share whilst he cuddles into you, whispering comforts of “You have nothing to worry about” and “Nothing outside of this basement can reach you”.

Even if Angry ! Yandere had an extremely irritating day, having a reason to snuggle up to you always brightens his day, especially with the excuse of getting to be your source of comfort for once (if you actually find this comforting or more frightening is irrelevant).

Everything comes down to his needs in the end, and if your fear means more comforting feelings for him then maybe he’ll need to make you afraid more often…

#cw yandere #implied kidnapping #yandere #yandere male #male yandere #male yandere x reader #angry yandere #angry yandere x reader #yandere x comforting reader #comfort darling #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere drabble #yandere drabbles #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere writing #lovesick #obsessive love #screeblees writing #14

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw age gap, implied kidnapping, implied torture, intimate whumper, power dynamic 

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” 

They glanced at the doorway, a cigarette between their full, pink lips. They raised an eyebrow and smirked at Whumper, blowing out a cloud of smoke before replying, “What makes you think I have a bedtime?” 

Whumper smiled and leaned against the wall next to them. Leaving enough distance between them to be casual. “I don’t mind,” they said, not answering the question. “I mean, we do all ages shows for a reason. I think it’s great for kids to see live music.” 

Big, innocent eyes narrowed into a glare. “I’m eighteen, actually. But thanks for your concern.” 

Oh, this one was going to be fun. “Sorry, you just look young is all. Didn't mean to insult you—maybe we could start over? I’m Whumper.” 

“I know, I came to see your band.” Another drag on their cigarette. “I’m Whumpee.” 

Whumpee. The name suited them perfectly. Whumper could imagine saying it tauntingly as they did horrible things to Whumpee. Or whispering it as they comforted them afterwards. Whumper didn’t expect to be so lucky tonight. “Well, Whumpee,” they said, testing it out. “I haven’t seen you at any shows before, but you seem cool. There’s an after party at my place if you wanna come.” 

The kid looked hesitant. “I don’t know, I have class in the morning.” It wasn’t a no. 

They watched Whumpee stub out the cigarette on the wall behind them and flick it over the porch railing into the grass. They imagined lighting one of their own just to put it out on Whumpee’s skin. They would probably scream so beautifully as it burned into their wrist or their neck. Delicate, unmarked skin. Oh, Whumper was going to have so much fun breaking them. “Your call,” they said with a shrug before closing the space between them. “But I'd really like it if you were there.” 

Whumpee looked up at them, visibly nervous but making no move to back away. “Yeah?” they breathed, seeming to catch the unspoken implication in Whumper’s statement. 

The other people milling around outside paid them no attention as Whumper placed one of their hands on the kid’s cheek, cold from the winter air. Their nose was red, too—how cute. “Yeah—come party with the rockstars. I promise you’ll have a good time, honey.” 

What Whumper didn’t mention was that once Whumpee made it to their house, they wouldn’t be leaving. Not for a very long time, at least. 

“Okay. I'll come,” Whumpee agreed without much convincing. God, they were easy.  

Whumper smiled, tucking Whumpee’s hair behind their ear. Fingers ghosted down their neck, picturing a collar around it. Imagining how that sweet, young face would look covered in tears. “Awesome. Let me pack up my equipment and then we’ll get going.” 

#whump #whump writing #tw age gap #implied kidnapping #implied torture #intimate whumper #power dynamics #whumpblr #young whumpee #requests open #whumper pov #snippet

[gothghostiie]

imagine being allowed to sleep in bed with Albert for the first time since your last escape attempt. You’ve been good enough that he thinks you’ve earned a night in his bed instead of in your cage. But his grip on you is completely solid, you’re not getting up unless you beg his permission. But all you care about is being back in Master’s warm soft bed with him holding you close.

mmmm snuggling up and clinging to him tightly while his strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you almost too tight but the pressure makes you feel safe and cared for :( you nuzzle into him, telling him how warm he is and how much you like being this close to him and how thankful you are to be in his bed:(( he almost wants to keep you in his bed every night

#gothghostiie #ask ghostiie #albert wesker #resident evil #dead by daylight #wesker #dbd #albert wesker x reader #fluff #owner wesker #ghostiie goes dark #tw implied kidnapping #cw implied kidnapping #implied kidnapping

[aerkame]

YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO A CONTINUATION OF THE "I know what you are " thing it was so good !!!!!

Lil' bit of horror? (This is still in the Alive AU) Continuation of this post: "I know what you are"

I shall begin to chip away at the many many requests. ;-;

Warnings: Kidnapping (sort of? It's implied), threats, and lots of staring

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"Was...was everything you've ever said to me a lie? Are the others in on this?"

You quietly weeped out, glaring right at his deceiving face. It was nothing compared to the look he gave you.

It was unnerving really, how wide his eyes had become. His eyelids no longer held that sleepy look them, instead they were wide open, pupils dilated until there was hardly any whites.

"No, not once have I lied to you dear host." His voice came out raspy, desperate. Please...please don't leave us, we're so lonely.

Wally's eyes shrunk ever so slightly as his hand slid over to cup yours that remained frozen despite your body fighting to move. Unable to look down or so much as flinch away you felt soft circles rubbing into your palm and the feeling of his hand engulfing yours squeezed tightly. "Everything I have ever said to you was nothing but truthful, though I never intended for you to figure things out. Not yet anyways." Wally never blinked, took his eyes off you, or moved his head as he spoke, you just felt completely frozen under his stare, stuck at the table, forced to sit and listen.

Sometimes you wished you had never picked up that stupid puppet, you'd still be living a normal life. Yeah it would be boring, but at least you would have been safe. These...people weren't who you thought they were. You trusted them, you loved them.

"The others knew but they wanted to do things differently." He finally answered the last question. "We love you dearly, haven't you realized yet?"

You began to feel the tears coming, face heated and eyes burning, you wished you could wipe all of them away, you wished you could run away. "Wally, I already loved you, I loved each and every one of you." Everything felt fuzzy as the tears kept coming, Wally's hand moved from yours to slowly wipe them away.

"We know." That's all he gave.

"But why..." You slumped forward slightly, feeling a wave of dizziness. Wally was quick to get up and stand behind you, the others peeking just around the corner watching the two of you. Poppy's feathers dropped in sadness, poor host...they hoped you would forgive them one day. Julie patted her in comfort, things would work out in the end, they all just wished Wally had listened and had been more patient.

"Because dear host...you are truly the most, and Darling, your magic touch is just what we need back Home."

Am I implying that in the Alive AU the reader quite literally has a magic touch that brought them to life and Wally is just obsessed with the reader over it? Maybe. ;) I will write more for this I am enjoying it now. Wally definitely wants to put a ring on it with the last name drop on the dear reader.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home wally darling #welcome home wally darling x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #welcome home fanfiction #short post #implied kidnapping #slight horror #alive au #welcome home alive au #welcome home au

[van1llam1lkk]

Gift Wrapped

[ nsfw | CW ; Implied kidnapping, Shibari, strap on, fluff, brief angst(?), threats (not directed at Darling), Yandere Content, Jealousy, Dacryphilia, Dubcon, praise, Lack of proper foreplay, Fem!Darling]

Female yandere x Darling

a/n ; Got the idea for the pose from this , I'm gonna pass out it was the 24th when I wrote this and I was STRUGGLING because I made a different version but realized it wasn't really Christmas theme nor in character— and rather then going back and editing it I just scrapped it

Summary— Aizu wants nothing more for Christmas than to see you all tied up- So why not make it a reality?

word count — 1.9k

You watch as Aizu crawls into bed, the mattress dipping in beneath her weight. “It's been getting cold out.” You mumbled, resting your head on her shoulder.

“I know.” 

You stay quiet for another moment, waiting for her to continue— To tell you what you want to know without actually saying the words.

"It's been six months." She finally relented, shifting her position so shes rested on her side and was facing you. Prompting you with the question "Are you really still thinking about that?"

"How could I not?"

"Because you have everything you could ever want here, why are you so focused on the little things like what's happening out there— or if your friends kiss you?"

"Not freedom."

Quiet befalls the both of you, the weight of those unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You could feel Aizu's gaze piercing through you, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation. She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling your skin as she whispered, "But what is freedom without love? Without someone who understands and supports you?"

"Do you? Do you actually understand me? I mean- can't help but wonder if you even actually love me, if all of this" You sit up and gesture to the modest bedroom around you, its familiarity suffocating. "Just some attempt to covet after me." She doesn't respond, at least not immediately. A soft sigh escaping her as she let's a hand cup the side of your face and force eye contact between the two of you, dark brown eyes piercing through your own.

"Whether it's love or some deep rooted obsession I had since the moment I found you, I still care about you." She mumbles tempted to say more, but instead choosing to hold back.

"Please don't get all sappy with me." You groan, throwing your head back against the pillows. "You know I'm only stuck here because of you." You shoot back, though your tone not as hostile as your words would suggest.

"I know." She scoffed, "You don't always have to hold that against me, I mean- Can't you lighten up at least a little? I mean, I don't think that's something you want going into Christmas."

"It's already Christmas?" You practically shout, sitting back up in your bed. "I thought it was October-"

"But it's not October, like how it's not Christmas... At least not yet, Christmas is tomorrow." You stared at her, mild frustration building up in you. "And you didn't think to tell me earlier?"

"I saw no reason, as to why. And I figured it'd be a nice surprise." She shrugged, "Plus I waited last minute before buying gifts so... I still need to wrap them up." She shrugged, "C'mon, just go to bed you won't miss anything and I'll wake you up early. Promise."

You stare at her for a moment a little frown in your face but eventually relent and lay your head back down, Letting your eyes flutter shut as Aizu's gentle touch on your face lulls you into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, you woke to the sound of soft music playing from the living room. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you followed the sound and found Aizu sitting on the couch, surrounded by colorful wrapping paper and ribbons strewn about, Her hands covered in bandages and a pair of scissors sat next to her. It always amazed you how horrible she is with cutting things but has no problem with them during training.

"There you are." She huffed dusting her pants off, "Sit down, you can eat later so just- sit." She ordered, practically shoving you to the mat on next to the Christmas tree with her light little pushes.

"So... What's up with the amount of gifts?" You prompt, it wasn't a stretch to believe all of them we're for you— God knows how much money this woman has from the weekly donations alone— but it was still worth asking.

"Variety, that and my sisters are coming over tonight and I want an excuse to show my lovely pet off." She nonchalantly says slightly shrugging.

"C'mon, open them any one will do." She purred, Huffing a little sigh, you pulled away and refocused on the nearest present to your right. It was long and thin, but larger then a box that would hold a necklace, so you weren’t sure what could be inside. While you were distracted by the gift in hand she was more focused on something else.

Sitting behind you she let her hands wander beneath the dark red shirt you wore, letting them rub comforting circles onto your sides. You couldn't help but lean into her touch, even as your mind was preoccupied with the mystery gift in front of you.

"Open it," she whispered, her voice barely audible against your ear.

Maybe today could've been normal. As normal as your life could get with her. With a slight smile to your lips you tore open the wrapping paper, When you got a look at what was inside the box. A small chuckle escapes you which slowly transformed into a loud, cackling laugh. “You got me a dildo!?” you asked, half amused half frustrated and maybe even slightly disappointed.

In the box, nestled in a pillow of soft satin, sat a long, thick dildo, with just a hint of a curve to it. But to answer your rhetorical question she simply hummed, gingerly taking the box from your hands and placing it to the side.

"C'mon, you have more." She simply said watching as you pull over another box.

And that would be fine if the same act didn't repeat four times. It wasn't the same thing, thankfully, but almost all were sexual in nature— Vibrators, ball gags, flavoured lube—

Admittedly though, when you got to the fourth one face slightly flushed from the 'gifts' and her touching growing more adventurous, you were confused— Mind slightly hazy as you stared at the red and white rope, barely able to focus on anything but the way she traced circles just above the spot where your clit was in your panties.

"What's— what's this for?" You stammer out, at this point you don't even think she's paying attention to opening the presents any more instead she's more focused on groping your breasts with one hand and making you twitch with the other.

"It's f' me." She simply stated, "I didn't have time to wrap up my gift after all." You swallow your saliva, and try to take a deep breath, but her fingers are still moving in circles, and your entire body is tingling with desire. You can feel the wetness seeping through your panties.

Doing you the favor of pulling your shirt off she tosses it to the corner, not paying attention to your confusion as she ties the strands of the rope around your hands. Pulling them taught that you wouldn't be surprised if you got rope burn from the tightness She must have planned this for a while, the way she looks at you, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation. You swallow again, trying to steady your nerves, but your heart is racing, and your breaths are shallow.

"Your just so pliable when your like this." Aizu mumbles, from your position you couldn't see what she was doing only the sound of metal clicking against itself possibly alluding to what she's doing.

"Aizu..." you managed to whisper, your voice filled with just as much anticipation as it was fear. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, Aizu shushed you pressing a soft kiss to your neck, "Be patient f' me, you'll find out soon enough."

It wasn't until you felt her pushing your panties to the side and the blunt tip of something press against your taught opening did you get an idea, "now stay still for me, I have to do something and I'm sure you don't wanna get hurt." She cooed, slowly pushing the fat girth into you one-inch at a time. Ignoring the way you wriggled in her grip, the lack of proper foreplay making the intrusion slightly burn.

Finally when she bottomed out, your ass pressed firmly against her pelvis. She leaned down to your ear whispering soft praises "Good girl, did so well f' me." She murmured.

Leaning back up she grabs the rope and ties it to around both hers and your waist, taking the time to comfort you into relaxation as she finished with tying your hands behind your back. Leaving barely any space between your pelvis.

A satisfied hum leaves her as she slowly pulls out, the rope binding you two together only giving her enough space to pull out a couple of inches before she's fucking it right back into you. Forcing air out of you with each slow- but rough thrust,

Mindless and breathless moans leave your lips, your nails digging into the flesh your palm. The pain slowly giving way to pleasure as wetness cover chubby cock.

“Look at you,” she coos, “such a cockslut, I wonder what everyone else would think if they saw this.” you clench around her from her harsh words, slightly shifting her position she leaned over you, pushing her weight down “As if I'd let them ever see you like this” She panted.

You could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the smell of her perfume, and the sound of her soft moans filling your ears.

"Id— I'd kill them all before I even think about sharing you." She stuttered. "Fuck you in a puddle of their own blood." Aizu mindlessly rambled, her fucking picking up pace

Your body convulsed at her words, her cruel fantasy arousing you more than what should be appropriate. You could feel the heat from your arousal, the wetness coating her cock, wet squelches coming with each heavy and the sensation of her thrusts deeper and harder than before.

Your squeals and whined became more louder, and she leaned in closer, her tits pressing against your flesh. Her words dripping with lust, "You're mine, sweetheart. No one else will ever touch you, understand? They'll all fuckin' die trying to take you away from me."

You cried out, unable to form a coherent response, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure the way the curved managed to grind against that gooey spot inside of you that had you drooling all over the hardwood floor.

Snaking a hand between you two she played with your clit, leaving you a panting mess drenched in your own juices. "M' gonna cum," you slur out tears sticking to your eyelashes and flowing down your cheeks.

Her finger tracing sloppy circles over your clitoris, giving the sensitive nub mean little slaps. With a grunt of effort, she pulls back, the echo of the taut rope stretching between you both, and then thrusts forward with a brutal force, the fat tip of her cock finding purchase and sliding in deeper than before. It's like a vice grip, and your entire body screams in delight at the new sensation.

With a high pitched shriek your walls clench around them, your body tensing up with each wave of pleasure that washes over you. Aizu's pace slowly regresses into slow fucking, eventually stopping with one last thrust. She softly panted as she untied the rope, kissing your wrists that were sensitive. "Did so well f' me." She cooed, peppering your face with kisses— taking extra time to pick away any tears on your face—.

Effortlessly she pulled you onto her lap, Her delicate touch lingered on your skin, soothing the remnants of your restraints. "You were such a good girl, let's go get you some breakfast yeah?" She prompted, cupping your face in her hands.

"And then we'll bake cookies... Watch movies, and if your lucky maybe we'll go into town for the festival." She cooed, lifting you up and heading to the bathroom.

"But let's get you cleaned up first."

#writing #fanfic #fiction #female original character #yandere content #yandere oc #female yandere #cw overstimulation #cw dubious consent #tw dubcon #implied kidnapping #tw kidnapping #some angst #cw dacryphilia #cw praise kink #praise k!nk #female x female #fem reader #female oc #female x reader #female reader #f!reader #shibari #oc x reader #fawn | aizu - war

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Hhhhnnnfnng what if,, fuzzbear au but everyone gets infected by some kind of Virus(tm)? 🤔

(and Eclipse also has the virus but at first glance he, kind of like Sun, seems to be almost normal, but when u get down to it he, like Sun, is affected in a way that doesn’t automatically take form of ‘kill the Reader bc violence is what peepaw Willy demands of me’ but (unlike Sun) more like ‘mine <3 this one is mine :3 and if someone try to touch them? No more hands for them <3 <3 my littol star. My tiny X3c they r my favorite and they must b held and protecc. If they r apart from me I will do anything to drag them back 😌❤️’)

#bones of a rabbit art #bones of a rabbit fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf fuzzbear au #fuzzbear au #fuzzbear moon #fuzzbear Roxanne wolf #fuzzbear eclipse #hare moon #wolpertinger eclipse #mouse reader #afton virus #implied violence #animal violence #tw possessive #tw obsessive love #implied kidnapping #fluffbear au #angst #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf sun/moon x reader #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf eclipse x y/n #am I implying that eclipse wouldn’t let reader leave even if they wanted to #yes absolutely #did he kick moons ass bc he’s wholesome and protective or bc NO TOUCH MINE #also yes

[m3rakii]

Pretty little hero

tw: implied captivity, hero getting beat up, a lot, whump, non con touch (not sexual), a kinda yandere villain, idk what else lol

➽───── ⋆｡˚˚̣̣̣͙« ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ »˚̣̣̣͙⋆｡˚ ─────▸ 

Hero was lying in a slump against the wall, opening their mouth to say something witty, or at least a simple “Shut up” in response, but instead, blood came out in tiny droplets, splattering all over the wooden floor of the bed-  no, torture room. 

Hero rose up, or rather tried to, but with a swift kick from Villain in the gut, Hero was back on the floor, coughing, no… more like, hacking, growing increasingly worse. Hero clutched their side, letting out a small whine as Villain grabbed them by their shirt, lifting them up into the air, their feet dangling. 

Villain threw them back onto the ground, scoffing at the pathetic waste of space on the floor continuously wailing, sobbing, pleading, and basically, just being annoying. 

Villain sighed at the sight, as Hero’s cries grew louder, and their words no longer coherent, as they were blubbering, and blubbering, and blubbering-

“Shut up.” 

“P-please I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just, j-just stop, please, please-”

“Shut. Up.” The Villain repeated, clenching their fists. 

“S-sorry just please, ple-please don-” 

Villain grabbed them by the hair, tightening their grip as Hero let out a shriek, hitting their head against the wall, once. Twice. Thrice. And-, honestly Hero had lost count as Villain kept hitting, and hitting, and hitting, and hitting their poor head over, and over. 

Hero lifted up their arm, grabbing onto Villain’s arms, in a rather pitiful attempt to stop Villain. Villain rolled their eyes at this, pausing for a moment. They brought Hero’s head away from the wall, to slam it into the floor, however Hero had tilted over, collapsing, hitting their head onto the floor themselves instead. 

Villain scoffed, beginning to lift up their leg, however they dropped their leg, the sides of their mouth quickly turned up, and into a mechanical, almost grin as Hero’s eyes began fluttering shut, their vision growing dark. 

Hero tried to stand up once more, to preserve the tiny shred of dignity that they had left but, to their avail, they collapsed immediately, right into Villain’s arms. 

Villain’s eyes had slightly widened, yet visibly softened as they saw their dear, precious, Hero fall limp into their arms, now fully unconscious. Not Supervillain’s, not Superhero’s, not Sidekick’s, but theirs. 

Villain placed Hero against a wall gingerly, to grab, then wrap a plush set of bandages around Hero’s head, since it was the only place that was actually bleeding. Villain then lifted them up into a bridal carry, before kissing the top of Hero’s head, brushing their bangs aside. 

They left the room, walking through the endless corridors of Villain’s hous-, no mansion-, a manor rather, resembling a pristine castle. After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at Hero’s room, or rather, “Hero’s lush cell”, Villain said under their breath, mimicking Hero’s constant disapproval of being locked up in a room “against their will”. Villain let out a small sigh, before kicking the door open, and placing Hero onto an enormous bed. 

Villain grabbed the chains dangling on the bed’s headrest, clasping a separate chain around each of Hero’s arms. They moved back a bit, admiring their handiwork, contemplating whether or not they should chain Hero’s legs as well, so there was no chance of escape. Villain decided not to, however, since Hero would most definitely awaken to be very, very, dazy, given the state of their head. 

They moved forward, trailing their fingers along the countless bruises littering Hero’s soft, plush skin. Given most of them were fresh, most appeared a bright red, however a few dark purple ones also resided, especially around Hero’s wrist, which was a multitude of colors, since it was Villain’s very apparent place to manhandle. Though the Hero was extremely lean and fit, they were just so… tiny. 

Villain chuckled to themselves, as they moved down to Hero’s abs, drawing their fingers all over them. It was rather funny to Villain, that had they not drugged Hero, rendering them weak, Hero would have easily been able to attack back, and actually win. Hero was a miniscule little thing, well only to Villain really. Hero was around 5 '3, at max, which isn’t even small to most, but given Villain stood at the glorious height of 6' 3, Hero resembled as a little figurine, to the Villain. 

A gorgeous, little thing the Hero was.  

“You're so pretty…” Villain cooed into Hero’s hair, causing Hero to rustle a little, however still remaining unconscious. Not wanting Hero to awake just yet, Villain having many, many things to prepare for the Hero, they left both Hero, and the room. They slid a few bolts, and a chain while marveling to themselves just how adorable Hero would be when they awoke.

Just before they left, they peered at Hero through the peephole, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of their pretty little hero, just so helpless. 

Oh how much fun they would have the next day. 

#whump #hero whumpee #villain whumper #whumpee #whumper #hero x villain #kidnapping #pretty hero #intimate whumper #captivity #implied kidnapping #intimate whump #creepy whumper #yandere whump #yandere villain #yandere #pretty whumper #poor hero :') #the next day should be fun !! not for hero tho #js the opposite hehe #ur mom #first actual writing post sorry if this is horrendous

[villainsandheroes]

Hi Hero

Sidekick sat tied in the chair. Taking deep, shaky breaths. “Y-you don’t ha-have to do this-“

Villain breathed in the fear, giving them a toothy smile. “That’s not what I asked you to sayyy. Why don’t we try again.” They stopped the recording. “Fifth times a charm~ Am I right Sidekick?!” They laughed manically before retuning back to a smile. “Now you can do It. Just need you to say: hi Hero. And can we try for a smile too?” They cooed gently.

Villain pressed record.

Sidekick couldn’t look up. Instead keeping their head don and squeezing their eyes shut.

“H-hi… Hero.”

#heroes and villains #hero #villain #whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpee #whumpee sidekick #sidekick whumpee #future whump #manic villain #whumper villain #villain whumper #good and evil #evil prevails #kidnapping whump #kidnapping cw #implied kidnapping #scary villain #sadistic #sadistic villain #manic #manic whumper #scared whumpee #frightened whumpee #sidekick #sidekick and villain #villain and sidekick #hero’s sidekick

[kuuyandere]

"Tell me again," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion.

"I love you."

How long has it been since he heard those three little words? He had never gotten used to such simple expressions of affection in the past, and he certainly hasn't gotten used to it now after months of cessation. He can't bear to look at her. Tears start to well up in his eyes; his words are strangled in his throat. He is weak (always, still) for her and her alone.

"Again."

She says his name so sweetly that he can hear her smile when she says it, feeling the ghost of her soft fingers gently holding his cheek from the deepest vestiges of his memory.

"I love you."

His knees buckle under the weight of her love, sinking to the ground painfully swift in front of her. She doesn't motion to stop him, unable to.

"Please."

He doesn't know if he is asking her to continue or to stop because it's so much, too much.

"I love you. I'll love you forever and always. I'm yours."

And then he pitifully sobs at her feet, caving in on himself and shaking with his hands covering his face. He wants to hear those words cried from her lips for the rest of eternity, he wants them to be the last thing she says, he wants it all to be the truth. A part of him knows that her words are only honeyed lies and that she just repeated the sweet nothings he used to tell her once upon a time. Her tone sounds loving, but he knows, he knows that she's an actress who pleads with him for her life. But if he closes his eyes, he can imagine that those precious words are true.

She is still tied to a plush chair: strong, stable, yet suffocatingly soft (for her comfort, all for her) in a soundproofed room he designed to look familiar to her. He can't let her go. But he desperately wishes that his heart was able to so he could free her and himself from his violent lovesickness and prison of his own making.

#yandere #lovesick #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere boy #yandere male #male yandere #irl yandere #yandere thoughts #obsessive love #obsessive love disorder #yandere vent #yandere blog #yandere community #your yandere #your love letters #yandiary #implied kidnapping #I couldn't count how many times I got weepy whenever she showed me the barest amount of affection or care. It's pathetic. #Also excuse the gratuitous number of commas- this was just something I wrote this morning #This is very Phantom of the Opera coded if I am being honest

[cumtastiics]

Would the yandere doc ever put his little patient into a medically induced coma? Just for a while, few weeks maybe, untily he finds out how else could he keep them calm and stop them from trying to run and hust themself in the process.

tw: mentions of comas feel free to send requests for new yanderes / ask more about aurelius (yandere doc)!

originally when i read this ask, i thought maybe he wouldn't, maybe he'd isolate you in a room alone, sneaking in food when you'd asleep.

BUT!!1 i thought it through, and he probably would.

but not like for something simple, like struggling for a day or two, probably if you weren't becoming calm after a week or so is when he'd put you into a coma.

only for a day or two. despite how harsh he is with you at times, he probably doesn't wanna actually harm you, or harm you too badly at least.

but i think if it was like, you saw him kill someone, or do some other messed up shit, his top priority is to knock you out, or put you in a coma.

i don't think aurelius would do it (but that doesn't mean he won't actually do that, but the chances are slimmer) if you weren't calming down. maybe just knock you out.

but also like!! you would have to struggle w him A LOT for the week (or more) for him to actually put you in a coma for 1-2 days, he'd might just isolate you.

aurelius is definitely complex for sure.

#angst #yandere #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yancore #male yandere #yandere male #yandere doctor #tw drugs #tw coma #yandere writing #yandere lover #implied kidnapping #doctor x reader #yandere doctor x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #🕊 dr. aurelius. #aenini #cumtastiics