#tw: kidnap mention

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

TW: Yandere; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Breeding Kink.

You know how in the punishments scenes, the yandere always goes "For each spank you fail to count, that's 10 more."

Now imagine a yandere with a massive breeding kink who warns you with a huge grin on his face that for each established rule of his that you break, it adds up one more baby to your tab.

You think he's all bark, no bite. That he's bluffing with you, scare you into submission.

But by the end of your first year with him, the yandere casually reminds you during dinner that you owe him 7 babies.

6 babies actually, he corrects himself.

Baby no. 1 is already on the way.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnap mention #tw: forced breeding #tw: forced pregnancy #tw: implied noncon #and the tab keeps getting bigger #every year he adds more 3/4 #you're can't possibly give him many kids #he knows that #but it's fun to mess with you

[eternally-frozen]

Sakura Blooms

Synopsis: You ask Childe to bring you a flower that’s on the other side of Teyvat. It’s a simple plan to get him away from you for a while, but he turns the situation around and makes you regret ever deceiving him. Had he seen through your plans?

Warning: Forced marriage, implied kidnapping, toxic behaviour, implied abuse (?) // its mentioned he locks you up in a room in the dark for hours when you don't behave

Note: This is absolute shit :( Wanted to write something about the dendrobium bc of the lore (I had a whole plan lmao) but I somewhere did a 180 and suddenly wrote 1k about something different??? It’s fine.

Song recommendation: None. I couldn’t fine any in my history that fit </3

“I want Sakura Blooms.”

He’s silent for a moment. “A what now…?”

“I saw them in the book you gave me. I want them.”

Childe frowns in confusion as he tries to remember where exactly he heard ‘Sakura Blooms’ and what book you’d been talking about.

When you point to the small table between the fireplace and the couch it clicked.

He’d given you the book after you complained about not being able to understand Snezhnayan. He assured you you didn’t need it with him by your side – he was all you need, but apparently when you grew bored you’d become crankier (or so he asserted), so Childe went to the nearest bookshop and asked for any books with pictures.

The shop owner showed him a few books but one specific one caught his eye. The cover was green with hints of pink, something cute that reminded him of you, so he bought it as a small present.

You’d been throwing fits every day ever since you arrived in Snezhnaya, something he understands since it must’ve been a big change from Mondstadt.

A welcoming gift was long overdue.

But you asking him to get something?

Now this is something he didn’t expect from you this early. He must’ve made big progress by showing you his patience.

“Show me which one.”

His voice is determined and he seems to have abandoned anything that went through his head prior to your question.

After you grab the book from the small table you flip through the pages, skipping as fast as you can through Mondstadt’s flora and stopping once you see the pink petals of the Sakura Blooms.

The page is filled with detailed illustrations. There’s a giant tree full in bloom, another illustration which depicts a bundle of the petals, and the last one, an illustration of a branch from the tree.

You can’t read any of the words but you’re familiar with the flower. It’s used when making perfume, but you previously used it to make paint. From this experience, you know the flower is hard to obtain.

Childe walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You let him pull you back into his chest and ignore any further actions. If your plan succeeds you’d have him gone for a good while – any unwanted touch is a willing sacrifice if you can get rid of him for a few weeks.

He hums and you feel his breath on the side of your face.

When he doesn’t respond further you state your case. The more he’ll think about it, the bigger the change will be he’ll say no.

“I, um… I really want them because you don’t have that many flowers here.”

You grip the book a bit tighter. He stays silent – you hadn’t convinced him.

“And well… I.”

You try to look as nervous as possible. Be weak and he’d feel in control. Hit his weak spots and you’d be able to succeed.

“I always wanted the flowers on my wedding day.” You fiddle with the pages of the book on purpose, “And since you wanted to marry so fast I couldn’t choose anything. So I thought you could get these in return?”

You feel his lips press against your neck. His hands squeeze your sides a bit tighter and he tries to press into you even harder.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Another kiss on your neck, “You know that ceremony was only temporary. I promised you we could do anything we want once you stop throwing tantrums.”

One of his hands reaches for your face and turns it to the side so he’s able to look at you. His eyes are dull and they stare intensely into yours.

“So you’ll get them?”

“Yes. I should be able to get in contact with a few people, but it does mean you’ll be alone for a while.”

You relax in his arms. A few weeks with him stuck in the capital means silence.

“Do you want a different dress as well?”

“…what?”

“You’ve been so good lately. Of course, it can’t be anything outlandish…” he trails off, “-but I guess you can help this time with choosing your dress.”

You frown and he continues.

“It still won’t be a big ceremony, but bigger than our last one. My family will come and we can even get Pulcinella to come. If you really want it I can invite some of the maids as well, just so you’ll have some familiar faces.”

You try to push his arms away from your waist. “What ceremony?”

Childe’s grip turns stronger and he pushes a few other kisses to your neck. “Wedding ceremony.”

“No! I don’t want that-“

He suddenly squeezes you tighter than before. You immediately stop talking and you freeze in your place. You can already feel the bruises start to form on the areas where his hands dig into your body.

He’s silent again.

You had yelled a lot during the first few days after you’d awoken in Snezhnaya. He never yelled back and instead silently approached you before manhandling your body towards the basement where he’d keep you in the dark for hours. You’d scream, cry, and plead, but it’d always take a while before he’d let you out.

Your chest heaves up and down and you slowly turn your head.

He doesn’t seem happy at all.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.” He watches the water pool at the bottom of your lids. “It’s alright. Everything is still new for you so you need time to adjust. It’s not that easy – I know, but we’ll always have each other.”

He continues, “My family adores you, so there’s no need to be afraid.”

He turns you around. One of his hands pushes onto your lower back, forcing your body onto his. His other hand pushes your head to his chest.

His heartbeat doesn’t calm you down. It beats too fast, almost as if he’s excited.

You wonder, did he know?

#❄️ winter: writes #tw: yandere #tw: forced marriage #tw: kidnap mention #childe x reader #childe #yandere childe #childe genshin x reader #childe yandere #yandere #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #fatui harbingers #genshin harbingers #harbinger x reader #fatui #fatui x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! I want to make a petition for jason todd with a reader who basically has a personality and background of yui komori, that is, she is super kind, sensitive, shy and who went through a very traumatic situation related to kidnapping and abuse and who because of that she is very scared and has post traumatic stress disorder, i hope it's not so dark for you and i don't want you to write this if you don't want to.

⚠️ I don’t believe I accurately depicted PTSD in this…like at all, most of my info on it came from the NHS website on PTSD. So please take this depiction with a pinch of salt.⚠️

Jason has a body littered with scars, wether it be the ones on his body, his heart or his mind. Scars that could turn anyone away and despite knowing that he has the ability to push you away whenever he wanted, to offer you an opening to leave when things started getting serious, he never could when you held his face in your hands and looking at him with those worried eyes of yours; Looking through him and into his soul as though he was anything but a broken man.

Jason becomes soft, sweet and overbearingly domestic when he’s with you because all he wants for you in your relationship was the best treatment, for to him, you were the most precious thing to have ever walked into his life and he never wants to take advantage of that. To Jason, to take advantage of a good thing were a bastard move and those who did that sort of thing weren’t worth their salt nor worth their partners time nor love.

There were days where Jason would stop reading and instead watch what you were doing from the corner of his eye, smiling to himself as he vowed to himself to never let moments like these slip from his fingers, to never let you slip from his fingers and protect you to the best of his abilities.

Jason would be willing to do anything you wished/desired, he believes that if he were to find some interest in your hobbies, he’d find all the more things to share with you and receive in return. It’s his most favourite thing in your relationship, when you share things and in return learn even more things from the other.

Jason has always been taken aback by everything you did for him and even though you knew he could do them himself but you always insisted that you could help him as payment for everything he’s done for you in return and how you felt helpless and or useless for standing on the side lines whilst he patches himself up from his nightly vigilante activities.

He’d always tell you that it wasn’t your responsibility to clean up after him but whenever he’d come home, nursing a couple more bruises and cuts then usual, you were already out of your shared room with the first aid kit with a determined look on your face as you tell him to sit on the nearest flat surface as you disinfect his wounds and ice his bruises.

Meanwhile Jason would stare at you adoringly, only snapping out from his stupor when you tended to a particularly nasty would on his side causing him to hiss out a harsh ‘fuck.’ Causing you to drop everything in order to apologise profusely for causing him more harm and it wasn’t until then that Jason clocked how you became rigid and on the defensive within the blink of an eye; all the while with a frightened look upon your face and how you’d made yourself look small compared to him as though you were trying to show that you were of not threat to him.

Jason took this sudden moment of realisation to recall the moments where his aggression would slip out accidentally and how you’d react by way of flinching, backing yourself into a corner, your breath hitching in your throat, avoidant eye contact or straight up apologising for things you had nothing to do with whatsoever.

Originally he was pissed that you had past experiences of what he assumed were abusive and or manipulative relationships but was quick to realise that by giving into his anger would only make you more hesitant in opening up to him about your past, your problems and might even cause a crack in your relationship.

So he calmed himself down through some deep breathing, clearing away his mind of some violent thoughts aimed towards the people that had dared in laying their hands on you with harmful and the most vile of intentions; before looking over at your scared form with soft eyes and said; ‘you should never be made to apologise for things that aren’t your fault or doing, sweetheart. You just caught me by surprise is all, we’re alright, we’re okay.’

‘You. did. nothing. wrong.’ He states firmly but what broke his heart even further was your soft response of ‘okay.’

The next time something similar happened was when you began experiencing nightmares of your time being a sacrificial lamb for a household of vampires, stuck in the middle of nowhere. You honestly thought you were going to die there with how often they fed off you that you still got the scars from every place that they’ve ever fed from.

sometimes you’d have moments where it was as though you were stuck in that household again, experiencing the piercing of fangs digging your skin again and again, and again, and again, and they’d always occur in the parts of your body where you’ve been bitten before, one, twice, even multiple times. You would even remember the feeling sensation of lightheadedness from how ‘carried away’ they’d get during their feeds.

It didn’t matter whether or not they needed to feed on you as often as they did but it wasn’t like there was anything you could’ve done to defend yourself. You were a human going up against the supernatural, you were fated to loose that fight real fast and you didn’t wish to think of what could’ve happened has you died trying; you wondered even less about what they’d do to your body afterwards.

you reframed from looking at them when you got changed for bed or went into a shower. Hell you barely looked into any reflective surface in fear of your eyes drifting towards the fang marks that littered your neck and be transported back to that hellhole.

One night, it had gotten so bad to the point where you couldn’t bring your self to going back to sleep and seek a safe haven within the kitchen, where you helped yourself to liquid magic in the form of tea/coffee; Focusing on the taste and the way it goes done your throat more so then anything but also being hyper aware of your situation, going so far as to bring down with you a metal bat that Jason got for you.

Not those aluminium ones that bent after a couple of hits, but bats mad out of proper strong stuff that would do more damage to the recipient of the blows, rather then the bat itself.

So when Jason awoke to you not being in bed, he’s immediately presuming the worst has happened and is quick to act by flying down the stairs, but back in the kitchen the frantic sound of feet clambering down the stairs had you already on your feet, bat in hand as you readied to defend yourself.

‘Woah! Sweetheart! It’s me!’ Jason would say, hands in the air when he noted the bat in your hand. ‘Nightmare?’ He’d ask, having been in your place a fair share of times. So if there was anyone to note the signs, it was Jason. ‘Yeah.’ You said weakly, still gripping the bat despite feeling better knowing that it was only Jason. Your body however was still very much coming down from acting upon your inbuilt fight or flight instincts.

‘Mind if I join you?’ He then asked, gesturing to the space next to you.

‘Please.’ Was all you said.

‘Okay.’ With that Jason made himself a strong coffee and stood on the other side of the kitchen as to give you space but he could tell you appreciated him not delving deeper into it and he couldn’t blame you, the trauma of the past never truly goes away and it’s never an easy topic for one person to tackle on their own.

Right now you can both attempt in catching up on those shows you’ve been meaning to catch up on tougher.

#dc fanfiction #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc imagines #dc x you #dc fanfic #dc fic #dc imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #Jason Todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason told x y/n #tw: anxiety #tw: ab*se #tw: kidnap mention #tw: manipulation #tw: ptsd

[the-gilded]

The night has just begun...

The Gilded Demo v1.1 is out now!

So far...

Your younger brother, Leo, went missing three days ago. Your parents called the police, and they started investigating quickly. They were too late. Leo had already disappeared into the deepest part of the forest, where the mortals have vowed never to return. The police have offered to contact your family if Leo crosses the barrier back to the mortal side, but their investigation can’t go any further without inviting the wrath of the Fae.

The winter solstice is approaching fast, which means that the High Fae are likely gathering mortal children for their great feast. The only way to get your brother back is to follow him into the forest and steal him back from the palace of the High Fae… If you can get there in one piece. The Fae forest is full of tricksters and killers, and you'll likely need some allies to help get you both back home.

A customizable main character. Choose your gender, name, appearance, skills, and more.

v 1.1 Features:

Word Count Approx. 70k

Stat building. Choose starting stats, and improve your skills throughout the game for fights and problem solving.

Romance. Meet the first two of four romanceable characters, and make a lasting impression.

Exploration. Make your way through the forest one step at a time; backtrack to previous locations and revisit them to discover the secrets they hold.

Planned Updates:

v1.2: Bug fixes, mobile layout improvements (I hope)

#interactive fiction #twine #twine game #if #trigger warning #tw: kidnap mention #tw: murder mention #the gilded

[ambrosialdesire]

cacoëthes

[ PART ONE ] [ PART TWO ] [ PART THREE ]

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 reiner x fem!reader word count: 6.7k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, stalking, kidnapping mention, vomit mentions (nonsexual cause), gore/violence, slight misogyny, kinda aot spoilers if you haven't watched it before, all characters are 18+ synopsis: reiner has always kept his eyes on you ever since the two of you were still trainees. he's sorry for many things that he's done in his cursed life but he was never sorry for loving you. you loved him as only a friend and perhaps family, but your relationship with the bulky blond is not everything what it seems on the surface. not to him at least. a/n: tbh i just thought of this up as i reminisced on old middle school memories recently, i was a big s1 aot fan back in the day and just got back into it bc of one of my friends. i recently got a mad crush on reiner that i didn't have before and that same friend is dealing with the brunt of it lol this might be ooc since i haven't written any aot characters in years + they have slightly different personalities from back then. if this gets enough support (likes and reblogs), the second part will be posted as soon as possible! even if it doesn't, i'm still gonna be posting it anyways part one is just like a recap of reiner and the reader's relationship, there's nothing sexual in this part until the other parts. note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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Reiner shouldn't be looking at you.

He should've stopped years ago, this could've all been prevented if he had just pulled his eyes away. Hell, he should've just kept his attention on Krista — no that's not her name now, what was it, Historia? — but he respected Ymir's wishes of betrothing her despite... everything that had happened to the girl. But he didn't and now he was in this hellish predicament.

You were born and raised in Paradis. Titans have destroyed most of humanity and the remnants of them have been living in the walls ever since; that's all you knew compared to the Marley-born warrior. He wished he could be as naïve as the devils that resided in this small island, it would be better to only know that you were the only lifeforms that lived decent lives hiding away from the Titans outside of the walls.

No, he shouldn't be calling you a devil. Fuck, he shouldn't be calling any of what-once-was his friends devils but he couldn't just erase the years of history that has been embedded into his head ever since he could comprehend language. At the same time, they have never done any evils towards him before he revealed the true identities of his group.

He loved his Paradisian friends — he wished he could say that in front of their faces without feeling so much melancholy shame and guilt — he loved serving for his country, he loved his family. But most importantly, he loves you.

It was an accidental captivation from a single hand-to-hand combat training session, where the 104th trainees were once unaware of the kind of future ahead of them. You were unfairly set against Reiner, Instructor Shadis even knew that but still made you two spar. You were shorter than him — most Paradis people were — and weaker, not just because you were a girl. He didn't notice you back then, there was nothing that the man thought at a first glance was interesting about you.

Nothing at all.

You were barely any threat despite being a devil, a lowly sheep in the den of a vicious lion.

You put your arms up in a defensive position anyways, shifting the weight on your feet. Your small fists were balled up tightly, as if you were going to actually do some damage with them. You knew that you couldn't beat him in pure strength but you readied yourself regardless, eyes glinting in determination. He held up his fists, a small yet confident smirk growing on his face. This was going to be a simple win.

"Don't go easy on me Braun."

"I have no intentions to L/N."

He remembered how quickly you dashed towards him, not fast enough that it rivals Annie's or Mikasa's speed, but fast enough for him to be caught off guard for a good second. He watched you bend down low, trying to get a low sweep on him. He had enough training back home to know how to avoid this kind of attack. Reiner jumped back, believing to have narrowly missed your foot and prepared himself to counter-attack.

But he could have never expected being tackled by the leg down, his back colliding into the dirt. All the air escaped his lungs as he felt you scramble to pin him down, a large grin plastered on your face.

"Aw Braun, I appreciate you going easy on me but really? I expected a big guy like you to try harder."

He bit back his tongue from saying anything in reply, watching you stand and dust off your uniform, still wearing that proud smirk. As he finally managed to collect his bearings, he asked you a question.

"Where'd you learn that move?"

"Leonhart." As to be expected of the Female Titan inheritor but he didn't expect her giving out sparring tips to anyone, especially Paradisians. You outstretched your hand towards him, waiting for him to take it.

"Y'know anything else from her?" He questioned, grabbing your hand as you lifted him up.

You pondered a bit, exaggerating your expression as you pretended to think about it, and finally answered him.

"Maybe, but I'll only reveal them to you if you actually put more effort into our sparring. I'm not a frail little girl y'know."

Reiner heftily laughed as you slapped his arm, walking away to resume your defensive stance. The two of you continued to spar, both of you counting down individual wins; it came down to a score of fifteen-ten, he won the whole thing but that didn't seem to falter your smile. You were simply ecstatic that he didn't supposedly pull back his punches, though he did quietly fret over the bruises that bloomed overnight on your face and arms the next day.

Bertolt noticed his staring problem immediately a few weeks after. Rather than looking at Krista per usual and daydreaming about marrying her, he was looking at you chowing down your meal next to Connie and Sasha. He whispered to him that what he's doing should cease immediately but he insisted that it would not interfere with their original mission. You were an enigma that he wanted to solve, that's all.

He swore to him that he had good intentions — that he was truly observing the kinds of enemies they were facing — but now he's not quite sure that they even stayed good to begin with.

Through his many inconspicuous observations, Reiner had found out that nothing seemed to pull that grin down on your face. Whether it be the instructors yelling out insults and commands, the rain pelting down on them during group training, or when it seemed like a rough day for every trainee, the smile you bore never faltered. It was somewhat confusing to him. How could you be so cheerful in this kind of world?

You preferred to hum during chores, the song never being the same each time he honed in from listening in on you. He gave up trying to memorize anything you hummed after the fifth one or so. He then noticed that on occasion when no one was around, you'd pick up the dandelions that grew in the small patches of grass of the camp, braiding them into small rings and wearing them until they fell apart. Reiner managed to pocket one when you accidentally dropped it, not noticing that it was gone. His good luck charm, as he liked to call it.

You liked to help others before focusing on yourself, taking on other people’s chores or taking the blame for things that weren't originally your fault. Reiner thought you were being too nice for your own good. You didn’t fit the type of person that was being used to other people’s advantages but you never seemed to mind.

You weren’t quite the evil Eldian he believed you to be, rather he considered you a fallen angel amongst the devils, led astray from the path you were presumed to take. Perhaps he can make you repent like he was trying to do back home, there was proof that you were worthy to be considered a Marleyan.

And that was the start of it, he knew he should've stopped there once he started to believe you’d be a perfect fit for Marley.

All this constant watching and being everywhere that you were at. Watching your every move and reaction. Taking things of yours that he shouldn't be taking.

Reiner was starting to believe that you were more than what you were leading on, his heart already knowing where his stance was on the subject.

Marriage didn’t seem bad, tying you down to him with a pretty golden band and children… wait, no. The two of you were still young and you were most definitely his enemy… right? But further down in the future… yeah, there's a possibility. A slim one, but one nonetheless.

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You had begun to take notice of Reiner's staring. There was always such a strange feeling of being watched and you finally had the guts to look around, seeing your old sparring partner just... there. Watching. It was always awkward whenever the two of you accidentally locked eyes, you having to be the first one that breaks contact. Reiner wasn’t a bad guy — from what you knew — but the way he just gazes at you, it gave you the creeps.

You asked Krista once if he seemed off, overhearing whispers among the other trainees of him liking her. Not that you were big on eavesdropping, you simply couldn't help it. She said that there was nothing wrong, maybe he’s just daydreaming and it just happens to be that he’s looking directly at you.

Bullshit, you had once bitterly thought. You wanted to tell him off but Bertolt managed to always drag him away before you could really confront him, so you eventually had forgotten about it.

But there was one thing that you couldn't forget when his friend pulled him away. It was the quick yet intense glare he bore when he glanced back at you. You had nothing against the guy, he may always be skittish, but you never felt like he was a bad person either.

So why did he have to look at you like that?

"Why did you decide to join?"

You jumped, almost tipping the bucket of water you had in your hands. Turning around, you squinted your eyes in the torch-lit night, slowly meeting the gaze of Reiner. Ah, so he finally decided to talk to you.

"A hello first would've been nice. Besides, why do you want to know Braun?" You questioned, placing the water-filled pail down so you wouldn't accidentally spill it on yourself or him.

"Guess you could say it's plain ol' curiosity L/N."

Pulling your lips in a thin line, you zipped it shut with your fingers and shook your head. You weren’t close to the man, hell, the only time you actually spoke to him was the sparring session. Why was he suddenly so interested in you?

“So you won’t say anything about it?” He frowned, putting one of his hands in his pants pocket.

“You have a plethora of answers from the others of what it could be. I could’ve been one of the survivors of the Colossal Titan’s attack. Maybe I’m just looking to join the Military Police for that comfortable life. Perhaps I could be a vengeful orphan just because my family attempted and failed to take back the wall. Whatever the answer could be, it’s all the same for each recruit.” You picked your bucket back up, feeling the liquid slosh around against your arms.

“Is that all you wanted to ask me because I have to take this water back to the kitchen for breakfast tomorrow.”

“No there’s something else,” He moved closer to you, a certain aura emitting as he approached closer. Reiner didn’t seem the type to hurt others without any reason. Even though you didn’t know him, you were acutely aware of his big brother-like personality with the other trainees. “If you could run away from all this, would you?”

“…What?” Confusion muddled your mind and you began to bite the inside of your cheek nervously.

“I’ll repeat it for you. If you could run away from all this, would you?” He asked again and you began to think. All you ever knew was the walls, anything outside of it was just a dangerous hellscape.

“Not really, there’s nothing out there for me. I have my friends and life is good here despite Wall Maria being currently swarmed. What am I even running from anyways Braun, the Titans? There’s just gonna be more out there anyways.” You then started walking in the direction of the dining hall, carefully making sure it wasn’t gonna spill on you.

“What if there was? Imagine an island with no Titans and life is even better there than here. No walls hiding you away from the land, just complete freedom.” You stopped, directing your head towards him. Why did he keep insisting upon the idea of this question? This was the only place in the world where humanity still thrives.

“I would still have to decline, it’ll still be no home of mine. I’d like to someday see the world without Titans but I’d probably be long gone by the time they’re all exterminated. Now goodnight Braun.” You finally walked away, feeling suddenly exhausted. Where was Bertolt when you needed him? Reiner was starting to scare you.

You left the man behind with a mess of thoughts in his head. Reiner did not agree with your mentality nor your standpoint in the matter, but that could change once he and his group bring you to Marley. Once you get there, you’ll see how life is much better than in Paradis. He brushed a quick thumb against a dried petal in his uniform pocket, the material cracking under his touch.

You have no other choice but to like Marley.

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Never in your life have you thought your whole world could tip upside down again.

In a span of a few days after graduation, Wall Rose had become the same as Wall Maria, the Colossal Titan making its horrid and grand reappearance. The Trost District was a mass gravesite, there weren't enough words to describe your devastation of the lost lives of people you had considered as family. The heavy guilt that washed over you made you believe that if you were just a little more stronger and more decisive with your attacks, you could've — no — you would've saved them.

You threw up off the rooftop, the taste of bitter bile leaving a stain in your mouth. The stench of blood and ash wafted in all directions and it felt like you couldn't get any sicker. The images of your fellow companions getting wailing for help while getting ripped apart limb from limb and eaten alive was enough to keep you dizzy and nauseous.

Your tank was irrevocably damaged and you made the quick decision to isolate yourself to the nearest building as soon as possible before it sputtered out its last remnants, your body colliding into the red tiles.

You wanted to cry. It feels just like years ago but this time, you felt even more powerless than you were when you were a child. Even though you learned the ability to fight these oversized cannibals, you never felt so goddamn weak when dealing with the real thing. What good were you if you weren't able to use your gear?

This is where I die, you had bitterly decided. You let out a light pitiful laugh and knelt down, wiping away the tears that fell. Life was a cruel thing, wasn't it? No matter what, the moment you decided to join the regime was the same day that you would be contracting your life to an early demise. No matter what, you would die.

No matter what. No matter what. No matter what.

Not far from you, earth-shaking thuds grew near and a shadow began to cover over your shaking form. Closing your eyes with a nervous grin, you began to welcome in your godforsaken fate.

If you were unable to save your friends, what more humanity?

"L/N!" God? Was that you?

A splash of warm blood drenched the skin of your face, steam fanning off. The noticeable sound of hissing affirmed that someone sliced the nape of the Titan that was ready to consume you, their boots grinding against the tiles.

"You damn idiot! What do you think you're doing sitting there?!"

You peered through teary eyes, meeting a familiar hazel pair. Your shaky smile quivered downwards, a broken cry slipping out of your mouth as you finally realized that there was someone else alive.

Reiner was surprised, you were a considerably tough person and he believed that nothing could ever break your resilience. You tried to explain yourself to him like a kid that just got in trouble, blubbering out how weak you are and how you couldn't save your squad. It's not like you can look him in the eyes now, you know how disappointed he'd look at you. The girl that was known to be all happy-go-lucky in the 104th Training Corps.

The more you thought about it, the more you ended up breaking down into a complete sobbing mess, hiccupping the words sorry over and over again as you pulled your knees into your chest. Your tears darkened the white cloth of your uniform as you wept, the blood continuing to steam off of your face.

He rested his hand on your shoulder, seeing you cry almost made him regret putting his plan in motion. However, in order for them to retrieve the Founding Titan, they have to do this. There was no other choice in the matter.

"That's enough Y/N. You did your best with what you had. No one was expecting Colossal to come back like this, the least you could do now is honor your fellow fallen soldiers. Ensure that they didn't die for nothing. Don't die like a coward and stand up."

You sniffled as you picked your head up from your knees, wiping off the snot and tears with your jacket sleeve. As much as you didn't want to get up, he was right. How could you face your deceased comrades in the afterlife if you just let yourself die now? How selfish of you to let your life be taken away so easily when they fought so hard in order to fend off the Titans from coming any closer to the escaping civilians.

"My ODM gear broke, the gas cylinder got pierced by a rock I think." You mumbled quietly, voice sore.

"I'll carry you to the others then, we made a discovery in order to get into HQ to replace our supplies. A few of us with enough gas went out to find the unaccounted. I'm glad I found you before that Titan got to you."

The real truth was that Reiner had been panicking ever since he saw that you weren't with the other groups. He was terrified with the idea that he fucked up, the plan being the cause of your death. It was his proposal to locate the missing soldiers, making it seem like he genuinely cared about his fellow recruits. He didn't know what he would've done if he found your rotting corpse, knowing that it was completely his fault.

A miscalculation. A misstep. A mistake.

He put away his blades in its sheaths and lifted you up into his arms, making sure you were secured to him as much as possible. The positioning was awkward due to your gear still being strapped onto your body but it seemed that he didn't mind. You knew already that he was a strong man but for him to just lift you up like nothing even with your gear and his combined, you wondered if he still held back when the two of you sparred. Perhaps you were a little grateful that he did, not ending up with a broken bone at the end of it.

Unbeknownst to you, the man was screaming on the inside as he carefully maneuvered through buildings and rooftops. You closed your eyes each time he made abrupt turns and jumps, pulling yourself closer to his chest. He decided that he liked holding you, there will no longer be a day where he won't have his hands on you. He finally reached the others, seeing that the Abnormal Titan was still beating down the other Titans that were getting in its way and trying to consume it.

"What is that?"

He let you down slowly, the warmth escaping him as you were hypnotized from the scene in front of you. Unlike the other Titans you've seen so far, this Titan was strangely well built and its teeth lined the outside of its mouth. Of course you knew about Abnormals but this one was odd looking and it was unheard of for Titans fighting other Titans. Then again, the walls never broke down before and the only explorers of the outside were the Survey Corps.

"Our ticket into HQ. Look how it's drawing all the attention to itself." Reiner was right yet again. As this Abnormal was punching heads off and screaming, it seemed that the Titans were more interested in it rather than the humans inside. He picked you up once more, telling you to prepare yourself and crashed through the headquarters' window, making sure that none of the glass got on you. The others were relieved that he made it back with another teammate safely, and Armin began to explain the plan to rid of the seven remaining Titans on the inside.

You were put to be one of the gunslingers in the lift, the heavy weight of the rifle causing you to shift it around in your hands. Were you able to look one of these monsters in the eye and manage to incapacitate it?

“Stay back Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” Reiner put his hand on your shoulder once more, shaking his head. Looks like that was going to be a habit now.

“You don’t have to be in the lift, we have enough people already in there.” You scoffed quietly, pushing past him to line yourself up with the others. You broke down once in front of him and now he wants to be your protector. Sure, it was nice of him to be worried about your safety but you trusted him and the others that they'll do their part of the plan without any issues.

“I've made the decision that I'm not going to be a coward Reiner,” He watched you step in and face him, giving him a small smile with a thumbs-up. “And I’m sure as hell not going down as one.”

The lift started its slow descent down and you settled in position, your finger nervously tracing around the trigger. None of you could shoot too early or too late, these guns were difficult to reload and it would lead all of you into an early grave. The heavy tension in the air could be cut with one of the blades and the group in the lift was shuffling around lightly. It would be a lie to say that none of you weren't scared, no one wants to die knowing they're going to be eaten alive.

The lift stopped, the air deathly still. Everyone clicked into position, guns pointed and drawn. Quiet, shaky breathing was the only thing that you heard besides the ground shaking stomps of the giants, their attention landing towards the group.

Someone behind you gasped in surprise as a Titan looked in his vicinity, the voice of Marco telling him to calm down and continue to wait until they were closer. Another person was shaking besides you, her hands unsteady on her weapon and her face pale. Sweat was beginning to accumulate on your forehead and it felt difficult to breathe suddenly.

You looked up with your open eye quickly, seeing Reiner up in the posts with the others. Taking in a deep breath, a burst of confidence ran through your body.

"Ready..." Your finger hovered over the trigger, a giant blue eye staring at you. One more step, just a little closer.

"Fire!" At the sound of Marco's command, you pulled the trigger and shot. The timing of the other soldiers' shots were inconsistent, the sounds of gunfire were deafening, and the smell of gunpowder wafted in the air. Either way, the Titans' eyes were incapacitated and the seven above can finish the job.

Your heart sank as two of them did not falter like the rest, watching Connie fall into the ground and Sasha look up in horror. They didn't cut deep enough and the Titans' eyes had already regenerated from the shots. It wasn't easy trying to kill them without their gear, horror sinking in as the Titans lumbered towards them. Your stomach twisted in knots as one jumped towards her as she apologetically screamed at it and Connie was helplessly backed into a pillar from the other. No one in the lift could do anything to assist them.

You fumbled with your rifle, reaching in your pocket for any more rounds. Luckily, the two most proficient fighters managed to finish them off before anyone else could react and you felt sweet relief as the lift was safely lowered down. Hopefully this would be the last and only time that you'd face a Titan that close without ODM gear. You picked up a new tank and replaced the broken one with it, beginning to stock up on your supplies.

"You alright?" Speak of the devil, here he was once again. You turned your head towards Reiner as he sat down next to you, refilling his tanks.

" 'M fine. You did good out there."

"I could say the same with you, must've been nerve-wracking seeing those things look at you that close."

"Yeah, but you had to jump down without using any of your gear while trying to hit their napes. That's way more difficult than what we did in the lift." He lightly chuckled and dismissively shrugged, saying that it was nothing but he did get nervous with Connie and Sasha. You agreed to that statement, you liked those two and they've always humored you during dinnertime. The two of you sat quietly afterwards until he started to talk again, trying to break the silence.

"Y'know you said my name earlier, not Braun but Reiner." Your cheeks flushed warm, switching the refill to your other tank.

"You did that too, back when you saved me." You attempted to lead him away from what you said, nervously biting your cheek.

"Why did you say it?" Reiner completely ignored you, insisting upon his question more.

"I could say the same to you."

"I only said your last name because you said mine like that when we first met, thought it would be even that way. So Y/N, why did you say my name?" Fuck, he had a point.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat and you sighed, pulling your lips in a line.

"I don't really know. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue in the heat of the moment or I just wanted to say your name for the first time. Just in case anything happened or something..."

Your voice trailed off to a quiet mumble, your face reddening and hot. You didn't mean for it to sound that it was insinuating something, you genuinely appreciated him saving your ass back there and getting your morale back up. It was simply a newfound gain of respect for him. Taking a peek at his expression, you saw that his mouth was slightly agape and he turned his face away from you. Was your response that surprising?!

Embarrassed, you finished refilling your tank and started strapping your gear back on. You apologized quickly, fumbling with your words and speed-walking away to get fresh blade replacements.

'Marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage.' Reiner's thoughts quickly ran through his head, his own cheeks crimson even though he had a firm expression as he watched you walk away. He hoped that you would continue to say his first name, you will have to once he weds you in Marley. But he wouldn't mind if they were replaced with dear or honey, oh he would not mind at all.

Events took a turn once you got out of HQ. It was found out that the Abnormal Titan that was killing off the Titans was Eren Jaeger. Ironic that the vengeful and overtly loud mouthed guy that swore to kill all Titans turned out to be a Titan himself. Though there were many complications — and many lives taken — in trying to complete this mission that Commander Pixis set, Eren managed to seal off the hole in Trost.

Two days later, the more experienced soldiers killed off the remainders and you were set for clean-up of bodies and body parts that littered the streets. It was a heart-wrenching task seeing limbs and partially eaten corpses of both citizen and soldier, most being completely unrecognizable. They were once part of a family. They were sons, daughters, siblings, maybe even parents themselves. Wherever they are now, you hope that they're at peace.

You tugged your cloth mask up more as you looked around for more corpses, walking around until you saw Jean stand still from afar. He was looking at a body, your own eyes widening as you slowly recognized whom it was. Marco Bodt. The guy that commanded the group to shoot a few days prior; if you remembered correctly, he was one of Jean's close friends during training.

You felt sorry for him, he had just found and lost his best friend simultaneously. Not even a minute ago, he was asking around if anyone had seen him, voice desperate for a reassuring answer. This world was so cruel to the ones that didn't deserve it, all of you were just trying to live comfortable lives but it'll never be that way. You turned away from the scene and went off to find another unaccounted for.

What a shame, a damn shame.

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You chose to go into the Survey Corps rather than the Garrison, mostly because you wanted to continue to fight those terrifying beasts in order to avenge the lost lives of your friends during the Battle of Trost. It would give you some kind of peace of mind knowing that you wouldn't hide away from the fight for them. After everything settled down, you befriended Reiner once you were able to catch him alone.

He was... different when you started talking to him more, you couldn't completely tell what it was but there was a feeling you had that he wasn't quite all there. He began to space out on some occasions, coming back down and acting quite odd, as if he was an entirely different person. The invasion was pretty traumatizing for everyone involved so you couldn't blame him for any mental change in his mind. You knew that you weren't definitely the same either, half of your friends had been decimated and nearly witnessing all of them die would never settle right in your mind.

Reiner had become pretty overbearing when it came to you, believing it was because of how you acted in Trost. He started hovering a lot, becoming a burden over your shoulders. He made sure that whatever you do didn't hurt you and if it did seem like a danger, he'd immediately take over. He'd say that he's just thinking about your safety, he'll handle it for you and to not worry, he prefers to do things for others. You could believe that part, you knew Reiner was the altruistic type but it was pretty aggravating when it was a constant all the time.

And just like Bertolt, he never left your side. Sometimes you'd be forced to hang out with the two of them and you didn't really mind, you got to know Bertolt more than the nervous guy he was known to be (plus he had finally stopped glaring at you weirdly). But you could only talk to Bertolt, any other male soldier you could only share short conversations with because Reiner would drag you away from them.

You weren't his lover, you mentioned to him once in a fit, you can freely talk to anyone you want and he has no say in who you could talk to.

You never were able to see the look in his eyes when you said that to him, stomping away angrily past confused scouts. This was one of the fights you had with him, ignoring him for a while until he apologized with how he acted but it would just repeat in a more inconspicuous way. Eventually, you just let him win because nothing you said about it stuck.

He'd handle you like you were fragile glassware and you despised it, you weren't a weak person, you were a damn Survey Corps soldier just like him. You were more than capable of defending and attacking, but for some reason, he still insists and insists that he can do it for you.

There is no reason someone like you should be doing things like this, that alone made you furious. He'd only leave you alone when you were put on cleaning duty or cooking. You wondered if he was like those kinds of people when it came to women but he wasn't like that to the other girls in the Corps, just you.

And yet, despite all these annoyances of his, you still considered Reiner a comforting friend. He'd listen to your rambles of mindless things and give you advice about them, trying to understand where you're coming from. He'd mostly call you a babbling idiot though but would say something stupid in return, which you always called him out for. You'd argue back and forth with smiles on your faces.

When you felt like you were in a slump, he'd pat your shoulder and then talk until you felt better. Or if that didn't work, then he'd tell you to put them up and the two of you would jokingly fight, letting you wrestle him down until your stomach hurt from laughing and the punching. He was most certainly like a big brother, dearly reminding you of your siblings.

You even started giving Reiner your special dandelion rings, seeing him wear them around his left ring finger. Did he know the meaning of that? He had to, he was old enough and his parents must've worn rings around him. You wanted to point it out to him but you'd chicken out, scared that you were gonna insinuate something that wasn't supposed to be interpreted that way.

The two of you were only friends, that was it. That was it, until the moments that led up to the day that you found out that Reiner and Bertolt were never who they really said they were.

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Annie was found to be the Female Titan that killed many of the Corps members during the 57th Expedition, you never had expected her of all people to be a Titan shifter like Eren and a traitor.

For the first time in your friendship, Reiner hugged you. You didn't expect it, thinking that he was simply afraid that you were one of the bodies left behind and was only relieved that you were alive. The height difference between the two of you was quite a bit, he had leaned down and nestled his face into your neck, arms wrapped around you tightly. He was a toasty kind of warm, similar to sitting next to a fire during the winter.

You told him that everything will be alright now that the threat has been neutralized. He mumbled that he was afraid of losing you too, your heart skipping a beat. In response, you tried to ease his mind by promising him that you would never leave his side anytime soon. There was no possibility that you were a shifter like Annie and Eren, absolutely no way.

He was quiet for a moment, finally lifted his head out of the crook of your neck, his eyes intensely staring into yours before softening up. There was a newfound determination that you could faintly see before he pulled away, thanking you for consoling him.

It was odd, like a switch went off in his head.

The final incident came after the capture of Annie, when a handful of soldiers were presumed to be one of her accomplices and put outside of Wall Rose in an abandoned mansion. You weren't a suspect but Reiner and Bertolt were, and the worry started setting in. There wasn't a doubt in mind that you had for them, you could never see them as traitors to humanity.

Reiner did his duties all the time and he was a diligent soldier, he was also a good friend to all other members. Bertolt, though cowardly and needed a push in the right direction sometimes, has always been devoted as a soldier; he did graduate behind Reiner in third place after all.

There was a sudden breach in Wall Rose despite it being completely known to be sealed on the inside. Everyone assumed that another hole had been formed in another place by the Colossal in secret, so squadrons were sent out to scour the area to locate the breach. You were concerned that the suspected group that was contained in the area at the time of the breach had been attacked, anxiety racking your mind.

You overheard some of the soldiers that came from the search mention that there was no hole, saying that whoever saw the Titans must be going crazy.

That wasn't right. The witness reports said that Titans were definitely seen in the interior, they couldn't be wrong. Titans were quite hard to miss, they were quite literally large human things. It was inexplicable but you didn't focus much on it, being told to assist the incoming citizens before searching for the contained group.

You couldn't rack your mind in how many twists and turns you've been through throughout the years, but the Survey Corps finally found the group in a torn apart abandoned castle surrounded by a few more Titans. Ymir was revealed to be another Titan shifter — was anyone else here a Titan shifter because it seemed to be never-ending — but she had seemingly no intent to hurt the others as she saved the group she was with from death.

You found out that Reiner got bit from a Titan, retrieving the injury from pushing one out of the castle through a window. You were half astounded and half terrified with the new knowledge that he was way stronger than you anticipated. You thanked Krista — now actually known as Historia — for taking care of Reiner's injury, scolding him after for putting himself in reckless danger like that.

Assisting the injured on top of Wall Rose, you sighed in exhaustion as you sat next to Ymir's sleeping form with Historia. The past few months have been hectic as ever, did the soldiers before you deal with things like this? Five years ago and beyond that, there were no such thing as shifters or breaches in the walls. It would simply be incomprehensible back then that such a thing would’ve existed.

You turned your head in the direction of Reiner and Bertolt who were occupied with speaking to Eren. You weren't able to hear what they were saying until Reiner started to raise his voice, scrunching your eyebrows together.

Something was off. He was rambling, looking like he had completely lost it. Bertolt looked horrified, Eren was nervously laughing. Reiner... what was he talking about?

Mikasa suddenly slashed at the two, cutting Reiner's hand off and slitting Bertolt's neck. You almost screamed in shock, shooting up onto your feet until steam came off of them, an all too familiar occurrence that only happened to… Titans.

Sudden bright flashes of lights blinded you and lit up the wall with a threatening intensity, hot steam nearly blew you off your feet before you quickly latched yourself onto the wall with your gear. To your horror, the Colossal and Armored Titan formed right in front of your eyes and everything you had once known about them shattered to bits.

Reiner had grabbed ahold of Eren as he fell off the wall and Bertolt's monstrous half remained on top, hand reaching towards Ymir. The shock of seeing the monster that destroyed your home years ago was really your friend in disguise caused you to freeze up the second he grabbed her.

You thought you could trust them, you had high hopes that they weren't bad people like how the higher-ups thought they were. They were liars, they lied to everyone and they broke your trust, more so yours with Reiner. He was terrible, truly terrible.

You snapped back to reality as his gigantic hand wrapped around you — the still-passed out girl in his other fist — a scream ripping out of your throat. You struggled and banged your fists against the burning hot flesh of his hand, beginning to beg for Bertolt to not consume you. It fell on deaf ears as he opened his mouth, your eyes wide with horror.

The last thought you had as you and Ymir were dropped in was that you'd never forgive them for this, you'll never forget what they have done.

#tw: yandere #tw: vomit #tw: violence #tw: kidnap mention #yandere #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere reiner braun #yandere reiner #yandere reiner x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #attack on titan imagines #shingeki no kyojin imagines #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reader insert #fem reader

[gamzeeliker69]

Yandere Feferi Headcanons

- From the moment she first saw you, she was absolutely smitten.

- How can she not be? You're so adorabubble!

- Humans just seem so non-threatening. So naturally defenseless. And it gives her this odd feeling of protectiveness.

- She might not really understand her own feelings for a while.

- And then you wake up in her hive. The problem is- you definitely didn't fall asleep here. You've never even been here before!

- She brushes aside your concerns. She just wanted to see you! What's an impromptu sleepover among friends. She keeps dodging your questions on how she did it too.

- She didn't kidnap you! And it's not like you're a prisoner or anything. You can go as you please.

- But of course, her hive is underwater. Then she'll have to escort you out. And then of course she finds a reason to follow you.

- She does that a lot come to think of it.

- It clicks for her one night, when you're not there. When she's thinking about you, and how she wishes she could just always be by your side.

- She loves you.

- And she's completely transparent about that. She let's you know just how much she loves you, what a good couple you'd make, and how precious you are.

- And of course you'll end up back at her hive. And the distance between kidnappings gets less and less.

- And the way she treats you, speaks to you. It's like you're some kind of exotic pet to her.

- She doesn't mean to of course, she really does want the best for you. But being raised as though you're better than everyone can blur the lines.

- So she coddles you, and she spoils you. And maybe over time you'll forget how abnormal it is.

- But her smile, there's something wrong about it. It's too wide, too joyous, too full of teeth. It's unnerving.

- Some Yandere's might lock you up forever to keep you safe, but Feferi knows you're safe as long as she can get to you.

- Oh but if anyone even thinks about hurting her little cuddlefish while she's around (or while everyone thinks she not around) they are in for a world of pain.

- She might look dainty but trust me she's not. A Fuchsia bloods strength alone is not something you want to fuck with. Nevermind the power she wields.

#crawls out from debris #oh hai guys #as you can see I live #and here are your long awaited yan fef hcs #inspired by her beforus self #self ship #self shipping #feferi #feferi x reader #yandere feferi #yandere homestuck #tw: yandere #tw: kidnap mention #homestuck x reader

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

Imagine what would happen if your villain F/O found out you were kidnapped.

   Perhaps the heroes or local law enforcement did it to get to them? Or maybe another villain did it? Maybe you’re just as infamous as they are and they didn’t think your f/o would be a problem? (Big mistake)

   Regardless of why, regardless of how, and regardless of who was responsible, your villain f/o goes on the warpath as soon as they realize what happened. Nobody who was involved is safe, and your villain f/o is determined to find you.

   When they find you, they may not immediately let on how relieved they are, just so they don’t appear soft to anyone around them. But, by the time you get back home, when you two are finally alone, they would certainly let loose all their emotions.

   Maybe for a few days after that, they can’t bear to be away from you, anxious and believing that if they leave you alone for even a moment that you might get taken again. They only really stop when you finally cup their face in your hands and gently reassure them. When you finally run your hands through their hair, look them in the eyes, and whisper that you’ll be fine.

   Do things go back to normal after that? Maybe they need a bit more time? Or perhaps they never quite let go of that anxiety? Either way, this entire situation was simply another instance that reminded you of how much they cared for you.

#potentially triggering #tw: kidnap mention #tw: kidnapping #f/o imagine #selfship community #selfship imagine #selfship imagines #fictional other #fictional other community #fictional other imagine #fictional other imagines #f/o imagines #gender neutral post #Imagine us #imagine f/o #f/os imagine #fo imagines #imagine your f/o #gender neutral imagine #gn!reader #villain f/o #villain fictional other #proshippers dni

[lili-loves-whump]

Hello! Your writing is really cool and has interesting premises. Could you please write the next part for murderous? Have a delightful day!

aaaah so polite im sorry tho I have exams-

lili-loves-whump presents:

Murderous Pt. 2

part 1 here my lovelies

Hero had to wait a long long long time for Villain to return.

They weren't very patient.

Foot tapping, rope untying, singing, speaking, wiggling, waddling, and many other boring and useless activities served as Hero's only form of entertainment. They sung every song they knew all the words to, shuffled their chair to the end of the room each side and back into the centre and counted to five thousand out loud. They tried to sing their ABCs backwards, fiddled with the locks on the doors and knots around their ankles, and ended up falling over.

When Villain returned, eyes gleaming, red dripping down their shirt, they didn't expect Hero to have their cheek against the ground while trying furiously to rap.

"Uhhhh. They say I'm lightening, more frighty than frightening, and my name isssss... Is... aw, dammit. Uhhh, something, something, something, biting. Yeah, that's not right. Uhhhhh..."

Villain stepped into the room with a smirk. "What are you doing?"

Hero scrambled to sit up as much as they could. Their face was bright red and war with shame. "Did you hear all that?"

"Unfortunately."

Hero laughed nervously, shifting their head away from Villain's gaze. They could still see them. "Where did you go?" they mumbled, scampering onto their knees.

Villain rolled their eyes and hoisted Hero back into the chair with a groan. It creaked under their weight, shuddering, but held steady. Hero muttered their gratitude before turning away again.

Villain smiled and crossed their arms over their chest. "To pay a visit to your darling ex."

Hero's neck cracked as they whipped it around to face Villain. Their eyes were ride and the colour on their face had been completely swiped away. "What?" they said, cold sweat beading under their skin.

Villain shrugged. "I'm not sorry."

#part two for the lovelies #lili loves whump #fantasy #hero #oneshots #drabble #hero x villain #villain #whump #creative writing #trope #tw: death #tw: kidnap mention #cw: death #cw: kidnapping #cw: murder

[igglemouse]

Episode 10 ~ Hematophagy

Narrator: The Garden was a peaceful place, a place mishandled by time and lost to it just as well but there was a pure magic that surrounded it. The air was fresher, the water sweeter, and harmony was a rule. Plantsims might not always have the best of motives, that is true, but they do put mother Earth ahead of all things. Even morality itself.

“I believe he will be upset,” Sprout had said, nervously nibbling on her bottom lip as she imagined Aria’s plan playing out to disastrous results.

“We’ll take his child and nurture her and in the end he will see the beauty of our ways.”

“I do not believe that humans see it the same way-”

“He is not a human.”

With that Sprout realized that this was Aria she was speaking to. She was wisest of them all and she always knew what she was doing. She immediately felt silly for questioning the plan because surely Aria had thought through things. She had yet to steer them wrong after all and while others might overhear and assume they had planned on kidnapping Laverne for them it was quite the opposite. Plantsims believed in communities and sharing and as such all children belong to all parents. All things belong to all people. The Earth is one thing and a grand unification was always the end goal.

“Julius will understand in time, trust me, and he will appreciate our actions.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” Sprout could not help but ask.

“Do not worry about it, everything will be fine.” 

Sprout didn’t understand what would happen after they took Julius’ child but she assumed that Aria knew what she was doing...

Index - Next

#season 1 #the sims 4 #the sims #sims legacy #iggleverse legacy #sims 4 legacy #my sims #generation 1 #julius tourneau #aria lily #laverne tourneau #tw: kidnap mention #tw: kidnapping

[trcstme]

@forthewinn liked for an angsty starter

Lying used to be easy. She's been doing it her entire life. Scams when she was a little girl, CIA training before she had even become a high school graduate. Lying never bothered her. At least it didn't used to. Until she fell in love. Until she fell in love with a sweet, normal guy. One who didn't deserve to be brought into the world she'd been coerced into being a part of. Lying to him has never been easy. But it has always been for the best.

She knows plenty of people who work for the agency who have separate lives. Spouses, families, kids. And they've all sworn by one thing: the less the people they love know, the better off they are. If they know nothing, then they're safe. At least they're supposed to be.

But if that were true, then they wouldn't be here right now. She wouldn't be sitting at his bedside in a Burbank hospital, pretending that they're not married. Pretending that they're family so she can sit in the room with him. But not telling the truth because then Ellie and Awesome will undoubtably find out. He wouldn't have been kidnapped in order to draw her out. Maybe he wouldn't be in this mess if she'd told him the truth. He definitely wouldn't be in this mess if she'd steered clear of him in the first place.

But that's one thing she can't make herself regret as she sits in the dimly lit hospital room fiddling with the rings that hang from the silver chain around her neck. Because he's always with her, even when she's not herself.

They'd sedated him when they got to the hospital. Not that that made any of this any easier. He had barely looked at her on the way here. Didn't want to talk to her. Didn't want anything to do with her. He kept looking at Chuck, and she thinks of that one facetime call. When Chuck walked in, when Winn got mad. Got jealous. Thought she was lying to him. Well, she was. Just not in the way he thought she was.

She hears a groan from the bed and her head snaps up to look at him. She's leaning forward in her chair and her hand is reaching out for his where it rests on the bed.

"Winn?"

#forthewinn #would it be enough if i could never give you peace? (au verse feat forthewinn) #tw: kidnap mention #tw: hospital #tw: hospitalization #tw: violence

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Future Plans

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Steve has a desire to have a family and you’re no one to stop him. 

WARNINGS: Non-con; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Pregnancy. 

AN: First time writing non-con, so let me know how this is. This is a small gift for reaching 900 followers, thank you guys! Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“No! Stop it!” you cry out but to no avail. Steve keeps fucking you against the matress with rough thrusts, his pelvis hitting your own in a painful way that makes you squeal.

You’re dry as a desert and it only makes your pain worse, his massive cock drilling your weak pussy. His hands hold down your wrists, his handsome face contorted with wicked pleasure as his sweat drips down to your face. 

The bed squeaks with every movement, continuously hitting the wall behind it. The tears keep wetting your face as you’re unable to control yourself. You hate him so much, you just want him to leave you alone. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m getting so close.” he groans, eyes rolling with satisfaction. Steve tries to kiss you, but you turn your head so his lips kiss your skin instead, sucking and spreading his disgusting saliva all over you. 

“I’m gonna give you a kid, how about that?” he grunts, moving a hand to grab your face, forcing you to stare at him. Horror fills every inch of your body, the little hope you had for yourself starting to disappear.

“No, no…” you regain energy as you strongly try to push Steve away from you. A child is the least thing you need right now.

He only chuckles, followed by a moan and he thrusts into you harder, eyes glinting with intense emotion. Lust, madness.

“You’re gonna be so heavy with my kid that you won’t be able to stand properly, much less run away. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Fuck, yes.” Steve mutters, his thrusts getting more erratic and violent as he keeps talking. 

“I’ll always keep you pregnant, heavy and full of my babies. That’s going to be so nice, isn’t it?” tears keep running down your face and you’re not sure if it’s because of his aggressive way of fucking you or because of deranged his plans. 

He fucks you relenlessly until he suddenly halts, a loud moan escaping his lips as the buries his face on your face. Steve crashes down on top of you, his weight making it harder for you to breathe but he doesn’t seem to notice you trying to get away from him.

Instead, he kisses your neck and takes a deep breath, pushing his cock until you can’t take more of him. Some white cum drips down your pussy and down your thighs, the feeling is gross and you can’t wait to clean it all.

He seems to have read your mind because he hugs you, twisting your body so that you’re caged back into his arms, his cock still buried inside you. 

“No cleaning, babe, we gotta make sure it sticks. We should have a little one in nine months.” Steve declares, tilting his hips upwards, as he kisses the top of your sweaty head.

You close your eyes, hoping to wake up next morning and find out it’s all just a big nightmare. 

It’s not and in nine months, you find yourself holding a tiny baby as Steve fervoulsy kisses your forehead, thanking you for giving him such a beautiful bundle of joy. 

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere avengers #yandere marvel #dark marvel #dark avengers #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve rogers x reader #yandere!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #tw: noncon #tw: yandere #tw: kidnap mention #tw: forced breeding #tw: forced pregnancy #yandere x reader #yandere scenario #yandere!steve rogers x reader

[unnamed-idi0t]

Another poll lets gooo

#tw: human experimentation #tw: kidnap mention #polls

[darkhearthorns]

Is it true that fae steal first born children? if true, why? if not, how did that rumor get started?

"No, there's truth to it, and it's usually the children we know are not wanted by the parents, or that they are not going to be raised well. There are fae of infernal bloodlines in the fae realm, mixed blood. Sometimes fae procreate with humans in their respective realm and well, the result can sometimes be ... catastrophic, so the stealing's intention is protective."

#tw: kidnapping #tw: kidnap mention

[gunsandheels]

@anakinsstuff

Amelia had been missing for near three days by now, she'd been taken from 221b Baker Street who the police assumed Sebastian Moran. Why? They weren't entirely sure. Her father, the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, was now on the case with Scotland Yard as well as Doctor John Watson. Sherlock had managed to figure out the puzzle left at the scene, on the location of Amelia which he had discovered was along Whitechapel.

The cars drove with full force, sirens blaring, to the location. The armed forces rushed in making sure it was clear and safe before allowing anyone inside. They gave the green light and there quite clear in view, Amelia was hanging from what looked like a meat hook wedged into her shoulder. She had various other cuts, bruises and injuries upon her body though the hook was the main damage. Hazel eyes opened, she felt cold, going in and out of consciousness. How she was still breathing was a miracle in itself, one thing was certain she needed to be off that hook.

Blurred vision saw the outline of who she knew was Henry and a faint smile formed across her features. She couldn't even move her hand out towards him, just suspended in the air ".. Hey, stranger" She stated in barely a whisper. Doctor Watson looked toward the young Holmes, "Amelia, we are going to have to get you off this hook alright?" John warned, "Detective I need you to take her by the legs and lift her weight off this hook so I can get it out of her" The hook had been wedged right into the other side of her, showing the end of the metal where her shoulder blade was. Though the young Holmes was beginning to fade in and out again "No, no, no. Amelia, I need you to keep your eyes open, I need you to try and stay awake for me" John tried to hide the panic in his tone.. The pain that went through her body was like a red hot fire.

#tw: torture #tw: torture mention #tw: kidnap mention #anakinsstuff

[xtinyslip]

it was about time to get strahm in line. of course, he already had the other hooked, lined and caught but now he needed him to get his shit together and fulfill his purpose in the plan. “you look like shit. drink?” pouring the other a whiskey, before taking a sip of his own. “i’m gonna’ give you a freebie. a gift on the house.” because he needed strahm to be focused, he needed him to be motivated and remember why he couldn’t fuck this up. pulling out the burner phone because of course, they needed to play it smart he set it in front of him on the desk. he was surprised the other had even agreed to meet him out here but they needed to be safe. make sure they weren’t seen by anyone else. “you wanted to know your kid’s alive? she’s gonna call. you’re either with me and you get to be here when i answer the call or you’re not and she gets to find out the hard way she’s all alone. hum? WHICH IS IT GONNA’ BE?” @lcvenderhcze

#mark ; convo #mark ; strahm #tw: mental health #tw: kidnap mention #tw: abuse mention #im so sorry for him #he's awful atm #:L

[the-krang]

I dare you to kidnap F!Donnies kid Levi

Aka @leobee03

Deal.

#anon #tw: kidnap mention