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sinnful-darling · 8 months

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YAN! MALE SIREN PRINCE

tws: kidnapping, ummm siren’s song is used to aid said kidnapping

this male siren is the eldest. if this is well-liked, i’ll prolly do the other six siblings :D

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, hates humans. They’re dirty and disgusting and selfish and they’re destroying his home!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who is the heartstopper of the Seven Seas. His beauty is unrivaled! He’s also extremely intelligent and his combat skills are some of the best too!

♡Yandere! Male Siren who’s one of seven children. He’s the eldest of the siblings, at a height of 7′5 (when he’s not slouching), and usually spends his time learning how to manage a Kingdom.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s the Heir of the Siren Folk, but would rather stick his nose in the book that he stole from that human earlier... what? That human just had good taste!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who actually stole from you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who, when you come back late at night after realizing that you’d lost the book your loved one gave you, is absolutely mesmerized by you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who calls out to you on a whim, and hands you the book back, politely asking that you don’t tell anyone about his existence after he apologizes for stealing something so important to you.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who becomes a very close friend to you. He’s polite and charming, and he’s extremely handsome...

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who was distraught when you said you had to go back to college and had to leave the AirBnB you and your friends rented for the summer. He asked that you come see him one last time before you left for school and you’d agreed.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who had to concoct a plan and quick !

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sifts through some old text and finds a spell to allow you to breathe underwater long enough for him to get you to his castle. Sure, his family will be upset, but he’ll protect you!

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who sings the spell, forcing you to swim to him in the cold ocean water. He’s quick to snatch you up, throwing you over his shoulder with an iron grip so you can’t get away, and hurriedly swims back down to his castle.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who understands why you’re so upset with him and is extremely patient with you while you acclimate.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who doesn’t notice that his siblings are also feeling the same way he is, and is furious with them when he finds out... but eventually comes around to the idea of sharing. But you love him the most right?

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who makes sure to take good care of you. He makes sure you’re fed properly and clean, and he’s always quick to have a MerMaid (get it?? lmao) fetch whatever you want.

♡ Yandere! Male Siren who’s just so sweet and only wants to love you :((

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

#LEANING AGAINST THE DOOR LIKE A FUCKING WHOREEEE #cant decide whether im in lowercase or proper grammar mode #if ur taller than chrollo imagine this as like some stupid anime rule #where if ur 6ft he’s suddenly 7ft #you get me #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hxh x reader #tw kidnap mention #yandere chrollo lucilfer x reader

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lilacevans · 3 months

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𝑜ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒… 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑.

— pete’s place🤎

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kiame-sama · 6 months

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Chubby Cuddles - (Yandere!Dabi x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, mention of kidnapping, NSFW, non-con, rough, overstimulation, mentions of burns, spanking, Dabi likes being called degrading words, mention of ongoing non-con, gender neutral reader, chubby reader, very little- if any at all- plot, Dabi is objectively an asshole,

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Slowly rolling his hips, Dabi realized the warm and plush feeling of his dearest's body pressed up against his own was soothing in ways he never expected. Each time his sharp hips pressed so close to the squishy thighs of his lover, he couldn't help but want more. He loved the way the soft flesh was so easy to take handfuls of, squeezing and toying with the ample body that lay next to him.

Sure, they were not there of their own free will, but them just being there with him was enough for him. He adored the warm feeling of their plush body against his own burned flesh, basking in the pleasure of being entertained with them. Even if they struggled and whimpered each time he kissed their sweet chubby cheeks, he couldn't help but feel like he deserved this one thing.

He deserved to have them however he wanted.

He was the one to hunt them down and bring them back with him, after all. They had not been too pleased with the man breaking into their home at night and he certainly kidnapped them earlier than he would have liked. Plans change in the heat of the moment and then waking up to him rummaging through their dirty laundry was enough to let them know what a deranged pervert he was.

"L-leave me alone you- you sick pervert-!"

Their voice was strained and tinged with tears as they whined and gasped, trying to put as much venom in their tone as possible. The words had the opposite intended effect on him however. Each degrading word was like a sick shot of dopamine to Dabi's ruined mind, only pounding his hips forward even harder.

Due to being behind them and on his side, Dabi could feel the warm slap of their round ass against his stomach, his hands sinking into their plush hips. He couldn't stop his fingernails from digging into that warm fat and just losing himself in the feeling of his cock being suffocated by their plush body. The squeeze was enough to keep him going even if they happened to pass out like they did that first night he took them.

"Fuck... And what else? What else am I, Doll-face? Tell me how mean and awful I am..!"

"You- you bastard! You're sick, and disgusting, and a monster, and-!"

The soft figure he lay next to cut off with a cute squeal of overstimulation as their third orgasm of the evening washed over them. Their body tensed up and Dabi couldn't help but moan deeply, moving to lay on top of their warm body and hump them viciously like a rabbit in a rut. Even as they began to babble about being too sensitive to handle his continued treatment, he ignored them.

Part of his mind wondered if giving them a nice burn on that plush round ass of theirs would shut them up, but he decided he liked them begging more than being silent. If anything, their pathetic voice pleading for him to have mercy on them only spurred him on faster and harder. He loved the way each thrust resulted in a nice jiggle through their body as it withstood the impact of his hips against them.

The satisfying slap of skin against skin was almost as appealing as the feeling of laying over their plush body. Dabi rubbed his cheek against their back, feeling the plush flesh on his staples. He even let his tongue slowly trace lines over their soft body loving how they shivered from the soft drag of his piercing.

"You can do better than that. Keep going."

"You- you are-!"

"Aww, what's wrong, Doll-face? Too fucked out to say anything? Good. Just keep this nice fat ass in the air for me and I will do the rest."

It was the only kind of affection Dabi could really understand at that point, and so he was going to force it on his dearest regardless of if they liked it or not. Sure, he would cuddle them and bite up their soft body later, but for now he just wanted to fuck them stupid. It was more to keep his own mind quiet than it was to exert control over them, but the control piece did plenty to get Dabi off anyway.

"Beg for me not to cum in you and I might consider pulling out."

"Please- please don't-"

"I said," Dabi hissed, bringing one hand down to leave a stinging print on their plush ass, "beg."

"Please don't cum in me, D-Dabi! Please! I don't want you to- to cum in me, please!"

Dabi grinned in a feral way and made sure to thrust as deeply as he could before letting his cock burst in them, filling up every little part of their body with his white cream. The soft sob from his squishy beloved beneath him only added to the feeling as he tried to squeeze every last bit out into them.

"Oops. Sorry, Doll-face, didn't hear you. Next time you should scream it if you want me to listen to you."

His laugh was sinister and all his dearest could do was let their head hang in shame for allowing this monster to abuse them the way he did. Even if they hated him, he still got what he wanted in the end and he just loved the fear and disdain in their eyes as they looked at him.

It wasn't much, but to Dabi's fucked up mind, it was enough.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere dabi #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #tw non con #tw noncon #tw kidnap mention

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black-aurora-nora · 4 months

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Give In | Platonic!Yandere!Hawks x Teen!Reader

This had to be the worst day of your life.

You didn't think anything would top being kidnapped, but here you were sunken into the couch of your 'home' weighed down by your own dejection.

Your entire body was cold.

Wet, muddied clothes clung to your body and there was an obvious trail coming from the door to the couch.

Everything was numb.

Your fingertips, your toes, your mind.

The sound of the door opening paused your inner monologue.

"Man, that rain is no joke today! I'm soaked!" Hawks' voice came from the front door, but you didn't bother looking at him.

He strolled over to you after taking his shoes off, but again you paid him no mind. You couldn't bear the sight of him.

He stilled for a moment, looking you over while a frown overtook his features, "(Y/N), my sweet little sister, did you go outside?" His voice was so soft yet unbearably sarcastic. He knew the answer.

He hummed unhappily when he received no reply, "You're gonna get sick if you sit in those wet clothes any longer. I'll go draw you a bat-"

"Yeah, I hope I get so sick that I die." You spat. But even that held no real emotion behind it. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry at him.

You'd been angry at first.

You'd spent so long trying to figure out an escape plan, only to find the door unlocked when you didn't find a key. Then you anxiously ran out into the rain, screaming for help and looking for any other houses or even streets.

For miles, you ran.

For miles, you hoped and prayed that today was the day you'd be free again.

But as if your prayers were nothing but a joke, you found a tall wall at the end of your journey and it suddenly made sense why the door was left unlocked.

The image of Keigo laughing at you was the first thing that flashed in your mind and you felt something snap in your psyche.

You grabbed at the muddied ground, throwing clumps of mud and grass into the wall as if it were mocking you. Curses of Keigo's name left your mouth with fiery breaths and when the clumps of mud weren't enough, you hit and clawed at the walls.

It hadn't mattered that your fingers were bleeding or that a few nails were gone.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing mattered except for Keigo.

"Okay, grumpy, you still have to take a bath."

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell me about the wall?"

Keigo stopped, turning back towards you. He had a cocky glint in his eyes, "Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily? Or that someone wouldn’t find you and return you?”

"Why..." You trailed off, "Why did you let me think that I had a chance? I... I ran for miles... thinking I was free..."

A sound of pity left Keigo and you wished you could slap him, "(Y/N), you're a smart kid. I'm your older, smarter brother." You wanted to scoff at his ego, "Why wouldn't I or the Heroes' Commission plan ahead?"

Why wouldn't they plan ahead?

You felt so stupid.

Of course everything had been planned.

Your prior kidnapping from your home.

Your shipment to Japan.

And your 'rescue' accomplished by Hawks himself.

It was so obvious now that all of that had been an orchestrated to get you into Keigo's possession.

You were a business plan.

Something to keep Keigo occupied from losing his sanity.

"Y-... You're all sick... you're all fucking sick!" Your chest hurt and you clawed at your heart with mangled fingers.

"(Y/N), focus on your breathing for me." Keigo told you, ignoring your spiraling. When you couldn't calm down, he stalked towards you, "(Y/N), I said focus! Slow your breathing."

Violent sobs tore your throat.

Everything had been taken from you just so you could play house with some hero.

Keigo cooed softly and closed the gap between you to hold you close and slide you down to the floor, telling you to slow your breathing.

He uttered praises to you when you finally listened and slowly but surely, your breathing was dissolved into quiet sobs and sniffles.

He stroked the top of your head before grabbing one of your hands to look at your fingers. He gave a small sigh when noticed how bloodied and swollen they were. They were probably riddled with fractures and would surely bruise.

“Maybe,” he spoke, “If you’d let go…this whole thing would be easier.”

“I… I’m gonna go take a bath now…” Your voice was hoarse, grated raw from your sobs and you stood on wobbly legs to make your way to the bathroom.

Keigo only smiled reassuringly and before you closed the door, he spoke one more time, “I love you so much, (Y/N). Please don’t forget that.”

But how could you?

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rose-riot-johnson · 22 days

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May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, and Dick comforting their girlfriend who’s a cop after she has to face a man who kidnapped and tortured her in court?

I definitely will write about this request about Bruce, Damien, and Dick😁👍And for the rest the request I definitely will see what I can do with writing these ideas down😃

🦇His Concern For You After The Incident You Went Through🦇(All Characters in this fanfic x Female Reader)⭐All Characters Who Are In This Fanfic Are New For Me To Write About (And are all adults)⭐

Genres: Comfort and Possible Fluff (Trigger Warnings⚠️: Possible Mentions of Death, Mentions Trauma, Torcher, Wounds, and Kidnapped)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

*Bruce is someone who may appear tough, however he does have a soft side for you, especially with everything (villain name up to the reader's imagination) has put you through. While he's glad he didn't lose you like he did his parents, he's still concerned about your well-being. So ofcourse he would ask if you're okay. After he did ask you, you will answer him (up to reader's imagination on how the answers him).

*Once you answered Bruce's question, he would then open up that the reason(s) why he asked, because he's worried about your well-being and while he knows you could handle yourself and all, at the same time you're very precious to him and his biggest fear is losing you like he did his parents when he was very little. After he finishes opening up to you about his feelings, he would then mention about not being the best at cheering people up, however he would mention about some romantic stuff and plenty of things that might cheer you up, while taking care of your wounds.

*Once Bruce managed to comfort you and cheer you up, he would walk you home. After you got back to your home, you would offer him to spend the night at your place, which he surprisingly accepted, considering, he gets more concerned with crime fighting and usually doesn't spend the night at all. When he accepted your offer, both you and Bruce would kiss eachother (then locking lips together) before the both of you cuddled together on your living room couch for the rest of the night.

Damian Wayne (Robin)

*After Damian rescued you from (villain name up to the reader's imagination), he took you to his place and not only he is concerned about your well-being, he is also focused on your wounds. While he takes care of your wounds he would apologize about everything you went through, especially with the fact you were severely torchered by (villain name up to the reader's imagination) (physically and phycologicaly), he would also praise you on how much of a good job you did handling yourself, despite of everything you went through.

*Damian would also mention about his experiences with his time with the Teen Titans, especially with Raven and her experiences and other stuff. He would also encourage you to not give up, just because of everything that happened to you. Once he finishes taking care of your wounds, he invited you to be outside with him to watch the stars, which you accepted his offer.

*While you and Damian watched the stars together for the night, he would have his right arm around you, while you're sitting next to him. The both of you would definitely watch the stars together, until the sun comes up. As the sun was rising the both of you fell asleep, while you're in his arms.

Dick Grayson (Robin) (Nightwing)

*Note: Not sure if you prefer the Robin version of Dick or the Nightwing version, so why not have a pic of both the Robin version and the Nightwing version😅😃👍

*Dick was very angry with (villain name up to the reader's imagination) for everything he did to you, however he was very sad for you. He knew you secretly blamed yourself for getting kidnapped and torchered in the first place. So, ofcourse he will assure you (and consistently reassure you) that it's nothing that happened to you is your fault.

*After Dick finishes up with the topic on why nothing that happened to you was your fault, while taking care of your wounds, he would change to topic and will offer to make a cup of your favorite warm beverage for you and you accept his offer he would be more than happy to make it up for you. If you do decline his offer, he will cook a meal for you instead.

*Once you finished drinking your favorite hot beverage or eating the meal dick cooked for you, he would set you up for a snuggle session of the night. He will hold you and pet the back of your head, even after you do fall asleep. If he does fall asleep while he's still holding you, he will definitely makesure to sleep with one eye opened.

The🦇End

I hope you enjoyed this head cannon(?) fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🦇😃👍As for you @sacredwarrior88 I hope I did well with the request, as well😁👍I figured I'd write this fanfic best as i could think of and I figured this request as a whole would be fun to do and I really wanted to write something very similar that you requested for a fanfic, so this was and is something I would definitely work with writing😁👍Sone of the things for this fanfic, I have written were definitely last minute, especially the wounds part😅As for Bruce's part, I figured I'd try to make extra special and I hope this fanfic, especially Bruce's part makes your day and/or night☀️🌞🌕🌝 🦇😃👍

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multifandomlover01 · 3 months

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No but I need prison Spencer to scratch a poem I’d written about him long ago or sent to him in prison or whatever into his prison cell wall with a shank or whatever in the corner to keep him going. I need it to be a mantra for him. I need the guards to question what he’s doing curled up in the corner on the floor, rocking back and forth

I view myself in the CM universe as journaling as a BAU agent to cope with the cases and my feelings. I write whatever, including poems, to express myself. Spencer finds out or he sees me because I’m not being secretive about it. Maybe I let him read some, bc maybe he’s curious. Maybe he reads what I wrote when he’d been held by Tobias and then when he was struggling afterwards (we were already dating). He memorized a poem I wrote about how much he meant to me in a time when I thought I might lose him and then it becomes his anchor whenever he’s struggling.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #prison Spencer #prison Spencer Reid #prison!spencer #prison!spencer Reid #tw trauma #tw prison #tw drugs #tw kidnapping #tw kidnap mention

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zimthandmade · 7 months

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How would your Mello take Matt's death? In both versions (manga and anime) the way he reacts is very dry. Since in your AU both of them, unlike in canon, are very close, I think Mello would hit the steering wheel and say some insults, maybe stop the truck and kick some trees a few times, or something like that. (Sorry if it's hard to understand, English is not my first language and I'm using a translator)

Oh boy, really emotional topic here. I think his dry reaction in canon also happens in this AU - he’s 100% focused and in a mission mode. They both knew the risk, calculated it and this was one of the possible outcomes. It’s just information. And the longer he drives, the more the realisation settles in that his best friend just died, the emotions come through and the worst panic attack of his life creeps on him. I’m sure he only took the truck to this old church because he needed to stop asap if he didn’t want to cause an accident. And he saw this old run down building at the side of the road and took a turn for it. 100% with you on his outburst - once he’s out of the vehicle he goes full on screaming fit, throws a brick at the truck, kicks and smashes whatever is there before collapsing shaking, hyperventilating, crying. Takada must be absolutely panicing as well, as she can hear her kidnapper going complete berserk outside. When he suddenly quiets down from his fit of rage she’s probably thinking he’s coming for her next and writes his name down without wasting another second.

(I know it looks like the truck is burning already but it's just the headlights shining against the bricks) -- My buddies over at Fewjar made a really good song/video that imo fits the whole mood pretty well -> LATENITEAHA I can totally see Mello in there.

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mf-ladle · 1 year

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he deserves it (based on the sculpture Kidnapped Love by Daniele Accossato)

#my art #digital art #The Riddler #the batman (2022)#the batman #dano riddler #paul dano riddler #Edward Nashton #tw kidnap mention #tw kidnapping #nudity

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pinkpinkstarlet · 2 months

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yall idea for cars 2

instead of the lemons tryna kill lightning, what if they tried (and possibly succeeded for a moment) to kidnap him?

#cars movie #cars pixar #pixar cars #cars 2 #cars 2 (2011)#cars 2 movie #tw kidnap mention #lightning mcqueen #cars au

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cosmic-d1ce · 10 months

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FML spiderbit wedding?? crazy

"Do you think Forever and Phil will get married, gatinho?" Roier asks, watching Forever hand the bouquet to his partner with a bright smile.

Cellbit glances at the couple. He realises then that his fi- husband didn't see what he saw. Roier couldn't see Forever and Phil the way he did. He didn't know.

"I don't think so." He says, taking his eyes away from the two and looking into his wine glass.

"Really? They've been together longer than we have." Roier laughs. "I don't know why they're not already married, honestly."

Cellbit swallows. He shouldn't say anything. Forever trusted him not to say anything. "Phil... doesn't want to get married." He settles on that instead. True, of course, but not the whole story. Not the story he wanted to tell.

"Cellbit?" Concern laces his husband's voice and Cellbit can't help but crack. He clenches his jaw unconsciously as he watches his own face in the wine. "You have something to tell me? I can tell, you know." Roier laughs a little to raise Cellbit's spirits.

"I can't tell you here." Later. He would tell him later. When Forever wasn't hardly out of earshot.

As much as he'd like to, he can't keep this from Roier. He doesn't want to find out how his perception of him would change if he did. Maybe if he comes clean now, Roier won't resent him for letting this happen to someone. Maybe.

"Where can you tell me?"

"Later. Remind me when Forever and Phil can't hear us." Cellbit feels a soft hand on his shoulder, a comforting touch that he always longed for. He smiles to himself and looks away from his reflection.

"So... gatinho, you have something to tell me?" Roier asks when they get a moment alone.

Cellbit feels a cold rush of dread fall onto his back as his husband speaks. "Uh... Well, yes, j-just give me a second-" He stutters as his nerves get the best of him. He can see Forever, with Phil, of course. He's holding onto his arm, as instructed. Cellbit dully recalls the time Forever said he'd keep him on a leash if he could. Keeps him where he's meant to be.

How could he explain this? How could he tell his husband what Forever has done? How can he tell him what he let Forever do? Can he? Should he just bail? Lie? Run away and never return?

"Cellbit?"

He jumps, knocked out of his daze. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, it's just... Pretty serious, I'm not sure how to explain it."

Roier hums, listening intently.

Cellbit sighs. "Forever and Phil- they're not- it's- You know how Philza just disappeared one day?"

Roier nods.

"He didn't want to. Forever and Quackity... kidnapped him. They took him away and locked him up. They've done awful things to him guapito, I hardly realised until you- I could never do such things to you, I- Forever- He- I-" His voice breaks and forces him to stop.

Roier watches him for a moment, trying his best to keep his composure. He tries to speak but stops before words can leave his thoat. He swallows.

"You never thought to tell Missa? Or his children? His friends?" He says finally, forcing the words past his lips.

"I can't- God knows what Forever would do to them. He killed Tallulah so Phil would listen to him, he'd do it again, I know it-"

Roier looks at Forever and Phil and as much as he'd like to believe Cellbit was trying to play a bad joke on him, he can see it. He sees Phil's hand tremble as he holds his glass. He sees faded bruises where his clothes aren't covering. He sees Forever give him a warning look when he speaks.

Cellbit speaks again, running a hand through his hair nervously. "I wanted to tell you. I just- I didn't know how, I didn't know what you'd think or do and I was so worried-"

"It's okay." Roier looks down, taking his eyes away from Forever and Phil. "I just... I don't know how to..." He hesitates. "It's a lot."

"I know, I'm sorry, I should have waited to tell you-"

"No, gatinho. Thank you." Roier smiles at Cellbit and watches the stress fade from his expression.

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cheesecakethots · 7 months

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I love regretful yans as well. I think it would work really well with Illumi and a chatty and outgoing Darling. He realizes that the routine and insolation is killing her when she doesn’t talk anymore “every day is the same”

i love the idea that he doesn’t realise how much he enjoys the talkative and outgoing nature of his darling, not until it’s gone.

he’s the one that stays pretty quiet at times, just hanging onto every word that you say. he seems the type to appear as though he doesn’t care all that much when you go on and on about some comic you used to read, only for the week after it to appear on your bedside table when you wake up.

little things like that aren’t good enough, though.

the routine slowly kills you; having to get up just to be treated as though you have no qualities other than being a wife and future mother definitely hurts a lot more than you’d like to admit.

despite the fact that you borderline hate illumi for taking you away, he’s also your only lifeline to talk and share things to, as he is really the only person that cares, even just a little bit. in his own way, at least. he’ll probably find a way to ruin it, though.

you might be in the midst of a breakdown, tired of these routines and being treated like nothing but a womb and a wife, only for him to tell you in an airy voice that that is all you are. you don’t know that he thinks it’s a good thing, and he doesn’t know why you think it isn’t.

you grow quieter soon after that.

he unconsciously makes sure every night that he gets home before you go to bed, so that he can hear you ramble on about small things in your otherwise very boring day. this time, he watches you go about your routine before getting into bed next to him. he turns his head towards you and- oh. you’ve lifted the covers over yourself and faced away from him. he stares at you for a couple minutes. you don’t turn around.

the next night is the same. and the next. and the next.

even on days where he can spend it by your side, you’re almost silent. he eventually forces himself to try and get you to talk, but you only answer his questions with nods or shakes of your head.

he starts to realise it’s the routine that’s killing you. he doesn’t understand why.

he tries breaking the routine he has you on occasionally, but to illumi a change in it is simply getting to lay in a bit longer, or to have half an hour to yourself (he’s secretly watching you but you don’t need to know that) in the garden or library.

it isn’t enough.

he starts telling you about his day, about where he went and who he met (and not what he did with them). this only makes you worse.

it might get to a point where he’ll allow you out of the house, with him, for a few hours, maybe even an entire day.

he hates every minute of it, up until he catches a ghost of a smile on your lips. maybe a break in the routine isn’t so bad, after all.

#tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere hxh #yandere hxh x reader #yandere illumi #yandere illumi x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck #tw kidnap mention #tw kidnapping #tw reader depression #tw depression

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blueorchid-95 · 5 months

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@probably-not-a-rutabaga ah, that feeling when you meet an alternate version of your little brother who just got kidnapped and brainwashed not that long ago and he’s missing an entire arm

Sorry for the poor quality lol

#tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt aberration #orchid tmnt #orchid donatello #aberration leonardo #If you can’t tell I’m still working out don’s color scheme #tw kidnap mention #tw brainwash mention #tw dismemberment #leonardo tmnt #donatello tmnt #can you tell I’m still learning to tag yet

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kiame-sama · 8 months

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Aquarium- (Yandere!Merman!Chrollo x Reader) pt 2

Warnings; part 2, continuation of story, kidnapping, theft, yandere, mer-creature yandere, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, involuntary physical change, mention of past noncon, some nsfw themes and moments, breeding kink, oviposition and mention of past oviposition, lactation kink,

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You slowly awoke, feeling oddly weightless and almost like the air around you was heavy. It took a moment for you to wake up further before you realized a handful of things simultaneously. The first was that you were suspended in water, the second was that you could still breathe, and finally you realized that there were two new attachments to either side of your ribs.

Impulsively, you reached up to grab at the odd things only to see they were actually sewn into your soft skin. It was more than a bit disorienting to see the new attachments and to see the extremely swollen state of your soft stomach.

As you scratched and tried to pull at the surprisingly tender attachments, the sound of clattering rocks made you stop your wild attempts and turn to look at the source of the sound. Though the light was limited minus what seemed to be some sunlight filtering down from a few cracks in the top of the stone cavern you were in, you could see an oddly familiar man. He was at the mouth of the cavern- which seemed to be the only entrance or exit- and spoke once he saw he had your attention.

"Darling, you can't take them off. I have ensured they will remain affixed to you for the remainder of your life. Even if you did damage them somehow, I would not allow you to drown."

You scoffed angrily. Despite the fact you were clearly in some kind of liquid, you knew humans couldn't breathe beneath the water. Clearly you were under the influence of something to make you think you were in water.

"Drown? What the hell? Where am I? The fuck are these things? Why the hell do I look pregnant-?"

The raven haired man pressed a finger to your lips to silence your questions and you vaguely felt the desire to bite the finger he held against your soft flesh. You fought against the impulse as you glared at the man who seemed more amused with your anger than anything. It was the octopus-man from the aquarium- Chrollo- and quickly your memories began to return to you.

You remembered being in the aquarium late at night and you remembered the man attacking you. Beyond that, you vaguely remembered the way he forced himself onto you and made you comply with his demands. It was difficult to remember much else beyond that and you felt anger bubble up in you.

"You can drown if you remove your new gills. The... Original owner... Won't be needing them anymore. You are in one of my dens. Well, in one of the back caverns of my den, to be exact. I will be keeping you here until you adjust to your new aquatic life. As for why you appear pregnant," he paused and two of his tentacles came up to caress your stomach, the other tentacles preventing you from stopping his gentle exploration, "it is because you are pregnant. You are full of my brood and I have no intention of allowing you to get away from me. You're stuck with me."

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Chrollo kissed your shoulders gently as he held you in a warm embrace, his tentacles and arms wrapped around you to keep you close. Each slow drag of his lips across your skin made you shiver slightly, your heart fluttering in your chest like the fragile wings of a butterfly. Thousands of questions rolled around in your mind, but the one that bothered you the most kept coming up.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Chrollo didn't stop the lazy way he traced his fingers and tentacles over your back, letting out a hum of contemplation. He didn't answer for a moment as his hand came to a brief pause when it reached your very swollen stomach, fingertips dancing over the delicate skin. You disliked the way he smiled and seemed to marvel at your swollen insides as if he were beyond pleased with the way you were stuffed full.

"I brought you here for the sole purpose of filling you with my eggs. My brood already grows within you and your body has adapted excellently to carrying them."

You felt dread wash over you, unable to tell if you were crying or not beneath the water. Honestly, you didn't know if you could cry anymore. Chrollo seemed to sense your sorrow all the same and nuzzled your neck, his attempt at soothing you only upsetting you further.

"Why..? Why me?"

"I have explained this to you already, Darling. You are unique and different from that which I expect from others. That and your ever intoxicating scent appeals to me in a way others do not."

The silence was heavy and seemed even heavier under the water, faint sunlight filtering into the underwater den Chrollo kept you in. Even if you tried to escape, you had no idea if you could go back to being on land for very long given the odd gills that you woke up with. They certainly seemed like a permanent attachment, meaning that he was likely to do this to you multiple times, not content with just one clutch of eggs growing within you.

"So, you... You put your eggs in me?"

"Yes, and I intend to do it countless more times after this."

"But I don't want to carry your eggs for you!"

"I don't remember ever asking what you want."

The harsh words made you recoil as best you could in his grasp, the octopus man almost seeming amused with your distressed attempts to get away from him. You barely put any space between the two of you as there seemed to be no true escape from the tentacles that held you. One adjusted its grasp and lightly dragged over your aching chest, making you unconsciously whimper and flinch in response.

"Sore breasts?"

"How- how do you..?"

"I can tell your body is preparing for our brood. It is ensuring there is enough of your warm and flavorful milk for our brood to feast on. You've been producing milk these past few days."

It was surprising to hear this as you hadn't even realized that you were lactating, let alone having been doing it for days now. You were still trying to adjust to life under the water, though your eyes were adjusted long before you opened them to your new surroundings, your mind was struggling to catch up. Of course he would know more about your body at this moment than you would, it seemed to just be another one of his unfair advantages.

"I don't know or care how you know what my... my milk tastes like, but-"

"You truly believe I wouldn't help myself while you rest?"

"I didn't want to know! Either way," you crossed your arms in an attempt to cover your chest, "I'm sure as hell not letting you have anymore-"

"It has never once been about what you want, but what I can make you do. Right now, I have a duty to take care of my mate, and your breasts are obviously sore, so let me relieve some of that pressure."

Despite the way you tried to struggle against him, Chrollo easily used his tentacles to pin your arms to your side. The vague covering he gave you to cover yourself almost instantly came untied and gave him access to your tender breasts. He didn't immediately latch his lips around your soft peak, instead he took a moment to cruelly pinch the sensitive peaks with an almost sadistic grin.

"I may not let our brood feast on your rich milk... It may have to be something for me exclusively..." He flicked your sore nipples and chuckled when you let out a squeal of discomfort, "How precious... Are they that sore, dear one? Let me help drain some of that milk that's causing your discomfort."

Before you could argue with him, he latched his mouth on your perked breast, intensely suckling as he let out soft moaning noises. You whined loudly as he gently kneaded your breast to get as much milk as possible, switching to your other breast to take an equal drink. Each intense suck made you flinch as you whimpered in response to the sensation, struggling against the tentacles until you could rest your hands on his shoulders to try and push him away.

He kept his mouth around your sensitive nipple and continued suckling, occasionally biting when you tried to remove him. It got to the point that the only thing you could do was let him do as he wished, finding the bites more painful than expected. Eventually he released your soft breast with a pop of his lips, finally giving you a rest.

"The sweetest cream..."

Chrollo seemed more than pleased with the way you had stopped struggling, a sly grin taking over his lips. He already knew you weren't going to be able to get away from him, especially since you were carrying his eggs inside of you. Besides, waiting outside of the den in the larger hollowed out volcano was the rest of the troupe.

They often shoaled together even if they would occasionally part for various reasons or purposes. This was one of the few times the entire troupe gathered together and had no immediate concerns. Chrollo knew that some of the troupe members were only present because they were curious about his new human mate.

The only other troupe member who has seen his mate was Machi and it was to check up on how your gills were healing. All of the other members were curious as Chrollo had never really had interest in others, let alone a human. Humans were food to them or interesting experiments to steal from, yet their leader- whom they all respected and adored- had taken a human as a mate.

There was little chance you would manage to get away from him with any efficiency before you were caught and returned to him.

He gently kissed your throat and two tentacles came up and caressed your swollen stomach.

"You know, I have plenty more eggs to stuff inside of you. I could keep you constantly stuffed full of my brood. Each clutch making your soft stomach bulge out..."

The slow way he stroked his hand across your skin sent chills down your body as you lay in his embrace.

"For now, as you are already stuffed to full capacity with my brood, I feel you should meet a certain group of my colleagues."

You wanted to argue against the idea of meeting any other sea creatures, seeing as your first interaction with him went so sideways. Chrollo seemed to be able to tell that you wanted to argue, his enigmatic smile never leaving his face.

"It wasn't a suggestion, Dearest."

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You slowly woke to the vague sensation of a light suction on your swollen nipples, whining as you came to consciousness. The feeling of tentacles wrapped around your engorged breasts and kneading them made you look down your front. Familiar ink black hair slowly waved with the water and his motions as Chrollo contently suckled on your warm breasts, happily feeding on your nutrient rich milk.

"Do you really have to do that whenever I sleep?"

Your complaint made Chrollo look up from where he was suctioned to your aching chest. He gently released your breast and licked his lips, seeming more than pleased with himself.

"I'm an opportunist feeder, Darling, I will take almost any meal available to me, even human."

"Then... Why didn't you eat me?"

"You don't smell like food to me, you have the scent of a mate."

You felt surprise run through you, wondering just what he meant by that. He just admitted that he would eat humans, but apparently your scent was not the same as other humans, enough so that he decided to mate you instead. Part of you wondered which you would have preferred if given the choice between the two.

Chrollo took advantage of your apparent mental absence to lightly squeeze his tentacles around you, holding you close to his chest and nuzzling your neck.

"Do you know what the best part about mating you was for me?"

You refused to entertain him with an answer, knowing he was going to tell you regardless of what you said.

"Stuffing you full of my eggs and seeing your warm stomach expand with each one, feeling them push into your womb. Every single one pumped into you, giving me endless pleasure and filling you up just right."

Chrollo let out a soft sound that was akin to a low hum, the noise sending shivers down your spine. The way he spoke was low and husky against your ear and clearly he took great pleasure from making you uncomfortable with his sultry purr. As you whined softly, he gently ran his fingers over your distended stomach as if worshipping your body.

"I can hardly wait to fill you up with the next brood, just watching your stomach stay nice and swollen for me."

Some part of you realized that Chrollo didn't care if you responded to him or if you were even listening. Clearly he was pleased with reminding himself that he had you trapped and planned to stuff you full of even more eggs. He kissed your forehead and cuddled close, his arms wrapped around your body.

"Go back to resting, Darling."

"Why, so you can feed on my milk again?"

"Yes. Now rest. I want you to meet my shoal soon."

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baticorngirl · 1 year

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heyheydidjaknow · 1 year

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It only took me like 8 months to write a follow-up to Good Wine. It has sat gathering dust and it will gather dust no longer. Granted I'm not particularly happy with it but when am I ever? It's a yandere Venti x reader, so read the tags.

Incomprehensible

You were not talking to him.

He jotted another note on the sheet in front of him, mumbling potential lyrics to himself. He understood that the first few months would be the most difficult as you became acclimated to your situation, and all things considered, you were taking things fairly well. You did not try to jump again, opting to instead sit by the mouth of the cave and read to pass the time. When he brought food back, you ate it and did not try to vomit it back up like you had the first week. He had managed to grab more things from your home for you to decorate the space, and the wall now had a painting on it, which was progress. Sure, you had not said a word to him in that time and did not sleep when he was in the room, but that was fine for now; of the two of you, he was reasonably confident you would be the first to fold.

He looked over at you, sat, like usual, with your legs dangling over the ledge. He knew that the thing to do was to wait you out, that if he wanted you to talk to him he needed to make you. Of the two of you, he was the one still allowed to talk to people; you would come asking for reassurance at some point. The only issue was the odd emptiness in his chest. He had been used to talking to you nearly every day. He had expected yelling and crying and glaring. He was not ready to be without you entirely.

But this was for the best. You would crack eventually

He heard you, bare feet on stone, walk towards him. He pretended not to notice as you sat down beside him. “Can I ask you something?”

He looked up, as if surprised. “Hm? Oh, of course.”

You wrung your hands. “What do people think happened to me?”

He blinked, confused by the question.

You sighed, frustrated already. “People would be worried about me if they thought I was missing. That doesn’t help your cause at all, so what do people think happened to me?”

He carefully moved his writings aside, ink still drying. “I’ll tell you if you let me hug you.”

You stared at him as if he had grown a third head.

He kept his gaze steady. “We’ve hugged before. I don’t think it’s unreasonable.” He turned his body to face you, crisscrossing his legs. “But I have no intention of forcing you either way; I’m perfectly fine with waiting for you to come around.”

You opened your mouth to protest, paused. You stared back out the mouth of the cave. “What do they think happened to me?”

He felt his whole body relax. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck and pulling himself into your lap. “You ran away.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, fighting the urge to cry out in relief; there was a chance. “I tried to talk you out of it, but you said that you needed to find your own way in the world and that you wanted to take time to explore the world. You only took what you could carry and went off on your way and I swore not to tell anyone where you were going. That way, if something happened so that you could go back, you could.”

You were stiff under him. “Has anyone tried looking for me?”

He nodded. “They tried for two weeks and then decided that it was your life and to not get involved.”

“And they know you know where I am?”

He leaned back to look at you properly. “They do.”

You refused to make eye contact. “What do I have to do to send them a letter to let them know I’m fine?”

“What do you need to do?” He considered it. “Well,” his voice lowered, “I would have to think about it. Let's see…” He gave you a once over. “I’ll give them a letter if you promise to talk to me again.”

“About what?”

He sighed. “Whatever we used to talk about: the weather, music, anything.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t think we need to set an exact time.” He smiled softly. “I just miss hearing your voice.” He cleared his throat; even now he was worried about coming on too strong. “You’ll need to prove you’re good for it first.” He held up a finger. “One week of cordiality for one letter. One letter a week is realistic, wouldn’t you say?”

You looked at a spot on the floor. “Will you read me any letters if I get them?”

“I’ll tell you what they say.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay.”

“Excellent.” He sighed. “Now, that isn’t too much trouble, is it?”

You kept your arms behind you, keeping yourself sat upright. “More trouble than it’s worth.”

He laughed despite your obvious displeasure. “Well, when you get used to being here more I’m sure you’ll come around to just talking to me.”

“I doubt it.” You licked your teeth. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

You looked back out the cave’s mouth. “Is this a new thing for you?”

He cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Kidnapping people,” you clarified simply. “Have you kidnapped someone before?”

He considered the question, turning it around and trying to answer it in such a way that it may become more palatable. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone, no.” He let his head fall back to the crook of your neck. “I would have never fantasized about being so intimate with someone before now.”

“Lucky me.”

He smiled against your skin, rueful. “It takes quite a bit to turn someone against their own core ideals. I can’t speak to how I’d feel about it personally, but I could imagine it being at least somewhat flattering.”

You did not dignify him with a response.

“In all seriousness,” he continued, “I recognize that my position as your captor is self-inflicted. I don’t ever expect you to feel bad for me if you think that’s what I’m trying to do.”

“At least you’re smart enough to figure that much out.”

He nodded. “I’ve thought this very far through.”

“For how long?”

“A year, maybe.” He shrugged. “Long enough to think and disregard the consequences.”

“Long enough to realize you’re acting as my Decarabiun?”

“Long enough to accept and come to terms with it.”

You relaxed further into your arms, shoulders rising closer to your ears. “And your excuse is that I’m mortal? That this is better for me?”

“Exactly.”

He heard you pause, then, “So you understand how awful this must feel? For you to take such a significant portion of my life away?”

His grip around your neck tightened slightly. “I do.”

“And you’re doing it anyway?”

“I am.”

Your voice remained steady. “And you recognize how cruel that is?”

His answer was simple. “Yes.”

Your head fell back, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re a monster.”

He smiled weakly. “I wouldn’t say that.” One hand made its way into your hair, gently tugging at the strands. “I would say that it simply speaks to my desperation.”

You scoffed. “People can be lonely.”

“People only live half a century.” He twisted a piece of it around his finger. “I sleep for great stretches and the time still goes excruciatingly slow. To not be known or loved by anyone— that is a struggle one might endure for a century, not millennia.” He snorted. “I mean, any suffering for that long grows excruciating after a while. Have you ever heard of water torture?”

“You couldn’t find a partner in millennia?”

That got a full laugh out of him. “I am either an archon against my will— too high or holy to be held captive by such things as human desires— or a foolish drunkard too intoxicated by drink or song to be interested in a lover. Why would anyone want to get to know me?”

“I got to know you.”

“And you were one of two exceptions in more than two millennia.” His free hand fell from your shoulders, instead gently gripping the front of your shirt. “The first has been dead for the majority of that time, and what I felt for him cannot be compared to what I feel for you.”

You did not respond.

“It’s hard to describe in terms you will be able to understand how it feels to be unknown for so long.” He leaned his head forward so that his forehead rested on his collarbone. “I imagine that is why you cannot understand why I have done this to you; how could one explain how an excuse as juvenile as, ‘I was lonely,’ could justify what I am taking.” He swallowed, forcing his voice not to waver; connection and communication at this stage were vital, and as effective as his genuine tears would be as a tactic for emotional manipulation it would be seen as much further down the line. “But the loneliness that comes from an eternity of isolation, of both invisibility and an uncomfortably high amount of scrutiny, is enough to make anyone lose themselves. A younger version of myself would be horrified by my actions; now, I understand how I have come to the conclusion that I need as much to not search far and wide for a cure to my immortality.” His voice lowered to just above a whisper. “And in the depths of my despair, so tired and alone and cold that I had come to accept as much as a common ache, you met me, approached me, saw me in a way nobody else had, an act which likely meant very little to you but meant the world to me.” He pursed his lips together, taking slow, deep breaths to suppress the impending tears. “But that must seem silly to you as a mortal being, not because of a lack of intelligence, but because you are physically incapable of comprehending how long and how agonizing millennia are as stretches of time, and I’m sorry for that.” He tugged on the bottom of your shirt, playing absently with the fabric. “And it is because I am so sorry that you are paying for a crime you have not committed that I am trying to let you acclimate, to not force myself onto you, which is as much as I can offer and that is still the bare minimum.”

The two of you sat in silence for a time.

“You could let me go.”

He let out a long sigh, relaxing into you. “I couldn’t. Not now.”

Your voice was soft. “You won’t, you mean.”

“Exactly.”

You lowered the two of you down, first to your elbows, then onto your back. “How long have I been here?”

His legs splayed on either side of you. “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks,” you repeated, dazed. “It’s felt like longer.”

“It always does.”

Your chest rose and fell gently underneath him. “Will I end up like you?”

“Inevitably.”

You propped your head up, resting your head on your arm. “And that’s when I’ll need you.”

“Yes,” he breathed.

Your voice cracked. “That’s horrible.”

His eyes slid shut. “It is. Not that we have a choice, either way.”

There was a chance. He could see it.

#venti x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere barbatos #yandere venti #yandere venti x reader #yandere barbatos x reader #tw kidnap mention #tw kidnapping #tw mention of attempted suicide #tw emotional manipulation #yandere x you #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact venti #shoutout to tomayto to being one of few people to ever ask for a follow up to a thing I’ve written

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