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yxami · 10 months

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Bored so that means I write a delusional yandere

description: yandere x gender neutral reader, kidnapper reader, yandere victim, reader kidnaps a rich guy but he turns out to be a yandere, just a stupid idea I thought of

He felt a smooth fabric slip away from covering his eyes any longer, he quietly winced at the new setting. As his eyes adjusted to the poor basement lighting they focused to scan your figure staring down at him.

He shamelessly blushed at the sight of you, no mask, no cover up, just you in some casual pajamas as if you didn’t have him tied up in your basement. You looked so pretty..

“You must be my kidnapper!! Oh my god, I can’t believe this day actually happened! I mean I thought of these fantasies of someone beautiful like you kidnapping me but now that it’s happening I can’t help but feel shy!” He rambled, pressing his thighs together anxiously. The blush on his face almost seemed inappropriate in this situation.

Especially in this situation.

You had kidnapped this rich guy around the same age as you for ransom because you knew his parents were loaded. Instead of his heart pounding with fear and adrenaline, it seemed like it was pounding for an entirely different reason.

“What are you— .. what?” You stammered, genuinely confused on what he was blabbering about. Fantasies? Beautiful? Shy? Huh??

“I don’t mind if you don’t want to confess right away! I get it! I’m pretty nervous myself right now too.. but I’m really happy you decided to kidnap me! I’ve been waiting for so long” He giggled, happiness shining bright in this poorly lit room.

His toothy grin didn’t even falter when he looked down at his restraints, you swore you even saw it widen at the view.

“You even tied me up in rope! How did you know I would love to be tied up like this? Have you been looking at my diary?” He wished he could cover the flustered look on his face but all he could do was squirm in his chair. Mostly out of embarrassment from imagining you scanning at all his fantasies being written down.

“It’s okay if you did! I’m just a little surprised you took in this much effort to keep me happy” His chuckle only made you want to ask more questions than before.

“What are you talking about?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you stared down at the man you had tied up in a chair. A regular wooden chair that could fall over so you added stoppers to the bottom so it was harder to knock over.

“You kidnapping me! I’m so happy someone like you has a crush on me! I’ve always thought of being in this situation..” He mumbled his last sentence with darker blush on his face as he looked up at you with his big doe eyes.

“I don’t have a crush on you! I’m kidnapping you for ransom, cause your parents are loaded” You finally realized what he was talking about, he thought you kidnapped him because you loved him!

“Pff, it’s okay! I totally get what you mean” He winked, a bright smile on his face with blush dusting his face, less intense than before.

You could tell he didn’t believe you and that wink just confirmed he genuinely thought you loved him. Maybe if you pretended you did then it would work out well? He seemed to be some pervert but it’s not like he was hideous.

He was actually very pretty, a little too pretty. Was this guy a model? Oh god, you hoped he wasn’t a model because that would grab the attention of a lot of people and an army equipped with pitchforks would be at your door.

“When you stare at me like that.. I can’t help but get nervous” He looked away, looking embarrassed at how you were practically checking him out with no concern that he would catch you running your eyes up and down against his body.

You weren’t checking him out! Well maybe a little but not the whole time!

“Sorry, I was thinking about something” You gently waved, smacking the invisible worries away and trying to think of something else. “Nobody’s gonna be looking for you, right? I mean other than your parents”

“Who else would be looking for me?” He titled his head in confusion, staring at you again.

“I dunno, fans? You’re not a model right?” You tense up waiting for the answer, hoping he wasn’t some idol that would cause multiple mobs of angry fans.

“You’re so nice” He giggled, his eyes closing with a bright smile at your compliment that you weren’t even aware about. “No, I’m not a model. You won’t have to worry about weird fans or anything” He whispered his last few words, scanning at how beautiful you looked worried.

He only wished it was a concerning thought about losing him and not about getting caught.

“That’s good” You sighed with relief, not knowing you were even holding a sigh in anticipation. “I’m glad, um.. do you want anything to eat? You were knocked out for a few hours so..” You awkwardly asked, still a little nervous for some unknown reason.

“Sure! I’ll eat anything you make!” He gratefully accepted your offer, sounding more like a thankful roommate rather than a victim of kidnapping. “Alright, I’ll get on that” You went upstairs, starting to prepare something that you thought he’d like.

There was a lot of strange things about him, but maybe he wasn’t so bad to have around.. for now?

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qingxin-dream · 9 months

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“The Afterparty”

summary | lyney is the face of fontaine’s entertainment industry, stealing hearts with every flourish of his magic. however, in the night, lyney tends to entertain a different kind of crowd.

warnings | written pre-4.0, ooc lyney, light yandere themes (stalking/manipulation/obsession), a sprinkle of smut (creampie/implied dubcon) [18+, MDNI], brief mention of drugs/alcohol, reader is neutral but wears a dress, lyney uses a little french

genre | yandere, slight smut

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lyney x reader

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It’s no mystery that the Great Magician of Fontaine is a man of many talents. His shows are famous across Teyvat for their grandeur and flare. Beautiful venues draped in red curtains frame the scene before a sea of velvety theater seats, skilled acrobats maneuver themselves among rings suspended in the air. Blazes of fire erupt from the stage dramatically. A master of misdirection, the audience falls for his tricks every time as he effortlessly makes the impossible possible.

Lyney is incredibly perceptive. He knows how to read people, as a showman can read his audience, a small smug smile crinkling the corner of his eyes if you’re paying attention. It’s an art form—the way he flips through the pages of your soul, licking his fingers to reveal the next juicy detail with ease. Rarely ever does anyone truly surprise someone as cynical as him, who has been personally privy to the vile nature of the Fatui.

A life of fame is never kind to anyone. The planning and training for shows is incredibly rigorous. Executing the stunts in front of a live audience is equally thrilling and terrifying. Without fail, the crowd is mesmerized and the show ends in a shower of roses and marriage proposals. Rinse and repeat. Though, this is only what Lyney allows the public to know of him.

It’s after hours, when the theater is empty and the stage is dim, when the mask begins to slip.

Lyney is the lead, the star, and as such he maintains his appearance by rubbing elbows with the elite of Fontaine. You’d never catch him amid the nightlife of the city, no. You wouldn’t believe the sheer grandeur of the dazzling, flamboyant parties thrown every night at the country’s largest mansions.

It was Arlecchino who insisted that he attends these lavish parties, rampant with the city’s darkest vices between drugs, alcohol, and sex. But Lyney is a cynical man, so this much is to be expected of wealthy aristocrats.

It was all a façade, couldn’t they see? It sickened him, how gullible people were and how obsessed they were with status. Not to mention the inevitable hordes of women who threw themselves at him.

Nevertheless, Lyney played the game well and with a bewitching, handsome smile. Eventually he had learned to take pleasure in this little game.

As fate would have it, you let your friend convince you to crash one of these extravagant parties with them. You had heard whispers of what takes place at night behind the golden gates of Fontaine’s richest residences. Why wouldn’t you want to have a taste of the finest wine, dressed in designer, getting lost in the magnificent corridors of a packed mansion of partygoers?

It’s something straight from the movies.

You emerged from the bushes to sneak inside, which wasn’t that difficult surprisingly. You wore your best dress, not knowing what to expect. It was a floor length, silky black dress with a sexy slit that traveled all the way up to your mid-thigh. You had a lovely string of pearls dangling from your pretty neck. A classic choice.

Unfortunately for you, Lyney is a man who is extremely attentive to his surroundings. After all, an illusionist must be a master of his environment as well. The moment he spots you, a mere reflection of something new and fascinating for him to discover, he gravitates to you smoothly.

“Mm, I don’t believe we’ve met,” his voice is an alluring, a well-practiced approach. Before you could even answer, Lyney had already taken note of your little mannerisms and nuances just in these few passing moments. He had already adjusted the figurative mirrors of misdirection in this little trick, assuring your undivided attention.

You glance to your friend, who isn’t there. Oh. You had been cornered without even the opportunity to explore the party.

More of a wallflower type, you found yourself struggling to conjure up a confident answer. You were acutely aware of who this gentleman is, and his egotistical demeanor was already a huge turn off.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who I am,” he chuckled lightheartedly, yet there was a peculiar undertone hidden beneath. It was hard to place. He kisses your hand. “Lyney, the Great Magician.”

You withdrew your hand, unable to hide the way your eyebrows crinkled together with disinterest. Perhaps you should’ve been more prepared for these guests to be more brazen and unapologetic when they see something—or someone—they want.

Taking no for an answer is not even in the realm of possibility for these people.

The party continued on, gorgeous partygoers dancing and drinking to their heart’s content. All the while, Lyney kept his eyes trained on you. It wasn’t necessarily out of admiration; rather, it was curiosity. Why didn’t you bat your eyelashes at him like a good girl? Bite your lip when he kissed your hand?

He followed you like a ghost, slinking through the crowd tactfully to observe you. You were a rare creature indeed. None of the other women could hold a candle to you. Archons, he felt this unsettling churning in his stomach everyone your glimmering irises met his. His heart would tense instantaneously, threatening to explode within his chest.

You saw through Lyney from the moment he kissed your hand, and he hated it.

Through the night, you both danced this delicate tango around the massive mansion, a palpable tension tethering him to you. He was equally appalled and fascinated by you, never wasting any opportunity to slip in an innocent question or two to learn about you.

“A beautiful lady like you in a place like this… Do you feel lost in Wonderland yet, Alice?” Lyney had persuaded you to follow him to an unoccupied balcony, closing the French doors behind him.

He stalks toward you, his soft lavender irises cool and calculated. In an ashy flourish of embers, a deck of onyx cards materialized in his gloved hands. It had taken all evening, but just enough wine had passed beyond your lips to give Lyney the opportunity to disarm you.

“Not scared of a little fire, are you, love?” His voice was warm and inviting as a hearth, though it held a hint of mischief like that of a crackling inferno. Each mysterious card in his hand is shuffled with a distinct flick.

You were much more susceptible to his charm now more than ever, allowing him to weave glittering silk strands of harmless sweet nothings to entice you. Had you taken a step back, you would’ve seen the web for what it is. The grand reveal was imminent.

“Now, now, don’t fret. I won’t let anything harm you, chérie,” Lyney chuckles lightheartedly, as if he hadn’t been playing and pawing at you like a cat ready to pounce all night.

Your poor little breath hitched at every whisper and touch he gifted you. It started by fatefully picking the Queen of Hearts from his custom deck of cards. You should’ve known better. Maybe you should’ve picked the one next to it. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.

Lyney’s lilac eyes spark with intrigue at your choice. How fitting. Had you paid any attention to the magician’s sneaky maneuvers, you would have seen that every card in the deck was from the suite of Hearts.

The illusion of choice.

He takes this as an opportunity to step closer, his hands reaching forward. Your chest is beating wildly, begging for relief from how he intoxicates you with just a flutter of his long lashes.

Lyney rests his hands on the marble railing on either side of your hips, drinking in your anticipation, your fear, and your desire. A small, smug smirk pulls at the corner of his pretty lips. He takes the liberty of helping you meet his gaze by bringing his wrist to his mouth, white teeth tugging to remove his glove. Your body feels weightless when he lifts your chin with his bare index finger and thumb.

The Great Magician would argue that he took extreme precautions to ensure the success of this escapade. It was all carefully calculated and orchestrated according to his whim. He had you exactly where he wanted you, blissfully unaware of how deep these exhilarating feelings for you had rooted themselves into his guarded heart.

“Do you feel the magic in my fingertips? Hehe, tonight’s show will be a private event for only for you, mon trésor.”

The night was a blur. Fading in and out of consciousness, one moment you were dancing with him in empty halls and the next you were enveloped in his embrace against a wall. Lyney would pin your hands above your head before pushing you onto the bed, catapulting you into his next breathtaking trick like one of the acrobats in his show.

The silhouettes of your frames were shadowed in the moonlight that bathed the sheets in silver. Lyney skillfully unzipped your dress. Clothes fell to the wayside, vanishing in a flourish of passion. There was no denying it. He had to have you, and you were such a willing participant in his performance.

Of course, the wealthy partygoers were none the wiser, the echoes of pleasure the Great Magician was able to rip from your lungs were easily deafened by the music of their own opulent fantasies.

What is a magician if not an artist who must mark what is rightfully his—painting your womb with a decadent display, a growl escaping his throat.

However, Lyney is a perfectionist. When he catches a glimpse of his seed spilling out of you, he is quick to stuff his slender fingers into your overstimulated hole and seal the masterpiece with a final kiss on your bruised lips.

“Magnifique…” ❤️

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envy-of-the-apple · 11 months

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Sweet Home

idk how the multiverse works so im just fucking up the worldbuilding but basically my hc is that whenever a dimension suffers trauma (too many ppl leaving dimensions, rift in time etcetc), it will create a shield around itself, preventing anyone from entering or leaving as it works to self-correct.

(Yandere, dark, kidnapping, captive, delusional behavior, gn reader, implied deaths, talks of bombs)

Yandere!Miguel O'hara x reader

Honestly, you weren’t much of a threat.

It was a rather misfortunate case of wrong place wrong time. One second, you were in your home, mulling about. The next, you were across dimensions.

At least, that’s how it was explained to you. You had no idea there could be more than one spiderman, and now you were surrounding by millions. Maybe even billions. Here they all were. Heroes, all working together to save the multiverse, returning innocent people, like you, back to where they came from.

But, according to Miguel, you were a special case.

“It’s not too hot, this time?” He asks, his face in the same scowl as always. Before, you assumed he hated you. Now, you realize the man had a hard time showcasing emotion.

It’s still there, though. You can see the concern in his eyes as they soften ever so slightly, as if he was remembering the scalding hot tea that burned your tongue.

You tasted it, smiling at its perfection. When you mentioned you preferred something sweet, you had almost choked on the lump of sugar at the end of the cup Miguel prepared. After that, he was much more lenient with sugar.

Ever since, you were put into his custody, he made it very clear your comfort would be his top priority. You never considered a superhero agency to be comforting, but the room he lent you was spacious and had a warm fluffy bed, food was always delicious, the guilt-filled gifts were always nice. It was clear the man spared no expense.

“It’s perfect,” you say, “thank you.”

He gives a smile. Though, it’s strained, like he’s not sure if he’s doing it correctly. He finally gives up, staring down at your techband. It wasn’t as sophisticated as his, you understood why you couldn’t have one, you were just grateful it stopped you from glitching.

“So...is there anything new?” You ask, careful to broach the subject.

You couldn’t go back home, not yet. It had taken a while for you to calm down when you were first brought here. You had been terrified, fearing for your life surrounded by these strangers who all strangely resembled spiderman. It was Miguel that had talked you down. He wasn’t patronizing, didn’t coddle you, but he wasn’t unkind.

He explained things carefully. When you had been ripped from your dimension, something had gone wrong. The dimension had closed in, as if it were a living creature defending itself, an armadillo creating a thick shell. No one could go in or out.

So, here you stayed at the spiderman’s headquarters, temporarily dimensionless.

You peered into Miguel’s face. He was tired. He always looked tired. You wondered if he was getting enough sleep. Guiltily, you knew you were partially a reason for that.

“Nothing.” He sighed. “We still can’t communicate to your spiderman, nor can we break into the gates. So far, no progress.”

You had a feeling that’d be the case. You gave a strained smile, feeling more and more hopeless.

“Hey.” His hand was warm on your shoulder. “I’ll find a way to get you back home, I promise. Don’t give up on me just yet.”

He was close, leaning in just so your faces were inches apart. Miguel was just being kind, you knew that. But his height and stature had always intimidated you. A part of you was sure he knew that. It was why he would always hover over your, like it was some way to subconsciously keep you in check.

It was an absurd thought. As always, you shook it off.

“And besides, if we can’t, you’re always free to stay here.” He gave a lazy wave to the spacious room filled with gadgets you couldn’t even begin to describe.

It was a joke. You knew that. Miguel was adamant about ‘anomalies’ being returned to where they belonged. You were certain he would’ve thrown you back into your dimension if the situation were different. Yet, just the thought of staying here forever, never seeing your friends or family ever again tugged on your heart.

You appreciated everything Miguel had done for you, he had gone above and beyond, but you were lonely. Due to protocol, only Miguel was able to see you. You understood it, but it didn’t mean you were not allowed to have human emotions.

You longed for home.

He must have seen it in your eyes because he pulled back some. The lines on his face hardened ever so slightly. He was angry. Not at you. Never at you.

“You done with that?” He changed the subject, gesturing to your cup.

Nodding, you return it to him gratefully. He stands up, grabbing the remnants of lunch and dirty dishes.

“I’ll be back.” He tells you, and he’s assured you plenty of times that you weren’t, but it was hard not to feel like a prisoner as you watched him leave through a metal door.

You waited for ten seconds, and then you rose from your own seat.

There were only two rooms you had access to. Your own, and then Miguel’s office.

Well, it wasn’t really an office. It was a large computer room, but Miguel always worked here, and you always kept him company, much preferring the companionship of at least one human rather than the solitude of your bedroom.

Over time, he seemed to trust you a bit more. Or maybe he started underestimating you. Over time, he had accidentally given you most of the passwords to this place, not really paying attention as you not-so-secretly spied on his work.

You felt a little guilty for snooping, but a part of you was frustrated. You’d been stuck here for weeks, with no concrete answer. Miguel always seemed to evade your questions. You wanted an explanation. Assurance.

Strangely enough, you felt a little old as you clumsily operated a machine that was decades into the future. It was a humbling experience. You typed in your dimension number, a sequence you knew by heart.

Huh.

You weren’t sure what a closed dimension looked like, but it certainly wouldn’t look like this. It looked fine. Despite your minimal experience with looking at dimension maps, you could tell the gates were opened. You could even see tiny dots flitting in and out. People.

Everything looked fine.

Then...why did Miguel say you couldn’t go home?

“What are you doing?”

You hadn’t even noticed he’d come back. He had been so silent. Like a spider.

You whirl around to face him. For the first time, you realize you’d never actually seen him without his signature blue and red costume. His face was stony. His demeanor had changed, as if earlier he was actively trying to pretend around you. Before, he used to slouch slightly, his hands would drape awkwardly at his sides. Now, his back was straight, arms ready.

You’d never thought Miguel as threatening before.

Still, you try your best to loosen the sudden tension in the room. You give a sheepish smile, hoping it doesn’t wobble like your heartbeat.

“I think my dimension just opened up,” You mutter, halfheartedly pointing to the screen, “Does this mean I can go back home?”

He steps forward. You inch backward as he makes his way over to the computers. All the screens shut off. You can barely see him in the dim light.

He works he jaw, like he wants to tell you something but can’t.

Despite your heart going a mile a minute, you don’t want to be scared of Miguel. The only friend you had here. You bite your lip, gaining all the courage you could.

“Did you lie to me?” It was a stupid question. Of course Miguel would say no. He wouldn’t do this to you. He couldn’t.

His eyes slice into you. Crimson.

“Yes,” he says simply, “I did.”

You weren’t expecting that. You couldn’t have. Your mind was whirling, desperately trying to piece together an explanation.

The tears burned in your eyes. You forced yourself to keep them at bay.

“Why?” It was barely a whisper, you weren’t sure if he had heard you.

He rakes his hand through his hair. It was something he did when he was stressed. You’d once jokingly told him that if he kept doing that he’d go bald.

You had joked with this man.

“I was going to put you back,” He said, almost like he was pleading to you. As if you were his judge, his executioner, and not his helpless prisoner.

“That was the plan. I was going to put you back but...” He sucks in a breath. He gives a laugh with no real mirth.

“But then I realized how much safer you’d be here.”

You didn’t understand. You take another step back. He follows.

“Your dimension opened back up two weeks ago.” You’d been stuck here for three. “Communication has resumed like normal. I lied about that.”

It felt like a sick prank. Like he would suddenly start laughing, telling you how gullible you were.

But it feels even worse when he doesn’t do that. He just stares, almost like he feels sorry for you.

You don’t want his pity.

“You haven’t met your dimension’s spiderman, have you?” He suddenly asks. “He’s a good kid. But that’s all he is. Just a kid. Thinks everything comes easy. His fate is worse than most.”

“His recklessness causes a bomb to detonate. 126 people die.” His gaze is stiff on your figure.

“Including you.”

You freeze, staring at him, unable to move. The word of your death still lingered in the air.

“I told myself I’d send you back,” he continues staring into the dark screens, “But you were so sweet and you made me feel so-” He cuts himself off with a huff.

“I always have to make the right decision. Every time.” He finally says, looking back at you.

“Just for once, I wanted to be selfish.”

“Miguel-”

“I won’t.” He interrupts. “I’ll keep you here. I’ll keep you safe. I always keep things that belong to me safe.”

You don’t like how he phrased that. You don’t like anything about this. This didn’t sound like your Miguel.

Or did you even know him? Was the weeks of kindness all an act? A ploy to keep you satisfied?

Look how wonderfully that worked? You walked right into his trap like a stupid butterfly, struggling in the sticky webs.

“You said it yourself,” you whisper, “I’m an anomaly. I can’t-I can’t stay in a dimension that isn’t mine. I could cause rifts-or-or even worse disasters.”

You try to throw his words back at him, hoping it’d knock some sense into him. He just gives a hum at your attempts.

“Not if you stay here,” he replies, “Not if I keep you contained. Keep you here.”

You shake your head, stepping back. This felt like a nightmare. The tears were falling in full force, down your quivering chin as you stare at him.

“You-you can’t do that,” You mutter, backing up against the wall as he makes his way towards you, “You can’t do that.”

He crowds you against him, hushing you as he bundles you up to his chest, stroking your hair. He’s so warm. His scent of woodland mountains is so strong. He suffocates you. You hadn’t realized it until just now.

“I know you don’t understand.” Miguel replies, sounding so genuine. It makes you sick. “But you will. One day. One day you’ll thank me for saving you.”

Saving you. This wasn’t saving you. This was keeping you. This was killing you.

“I want to go home.” Your voice breaks, cracks under the weight of his confession. “Miguel please. I-I need to go home.”

For the first time, he smiles. A sincere smile.

A condescending smile. Like you’ve said something adorably naïve.

“Mi amor.” He purrs, affectionately kissing your cheek.

“You are home.”

#yandere #delusion #dark content #atsv x reader #gn reader #miguel ohara #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #spiderverse #non con touching #kidnapping #yandere miguel o'hara #oh no miguel im so sorry your wife and kid died #bummer #anyway theres this cute thai place down the road

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yandere-daze · 1 year

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As you may have noticed, I started getting into Resident Evil and the Leon brainworms are strong. I am so down bad for this man so it was inevitable that I would have to write something for him soon.

So here you go, enjoy!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, over-protectiveness, delusional mindset, mentions of violence and guns ( because it´s resident evil), staring, delusional mindset

Please do tell me if there is anything else you would like to have tagged!

General Yandere! RE2 Leon Kennedy headcanons

I believe that rather than an authority figure or someone working with the government, Yandere! RE2 Leon would fall in love and grow obsessed with a civilian

He first sees you in Racoon City, an innocent bystander running away with a zombie following behind very closely. You were scared to death and Leon immediately decided to jump into action, not at all hesitating drawing his gun and shooting the zombie until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving

It has always been in his nature to protect other people and so naturally, he just had to help you out.

But there was also a different reason why he had decided to help you. Truthfully, Leon had just been overwhelmed with relief to see another living human being amidst this hell he had been thrown into. All this time he had feared that he might be truly alone in this, but now there´s someone else. Someone that can keep him company in these dire times. Someone he can talk to. Someone he can protect and keep safe

Of course you´re very happy to see Leon after he had basically just saved your life and so, after you´ve both introduced yourself to each other, you agree to tag along with Leon when he offers to take you with him

I mean why wouldn´t you? Going with him would greatly increase your chances of surviving this entire ordeal and not being completely alone just lifts a huge weight off your shoulders

You´re honestly just glad that Leon lets you go with him, it´s not like you´re really of use to him, so you would have understood if he decided that it was too much to deal with

And yet, when he looks at you with a small smile and promises you that he´ll keep you safe no matter what, you have a feeling that you can trust him to keep his promise

And he definitely does! Whenever a zombie appears, Leon tells you to get behind him while he wastes no time shooting them.

He has to admit though, the way you fearfully hide behind him and stick close to him makes him feel a little strange. Why does it feel so good for you to go to him for protection? Why does he like knowing that he´s the one making sure you´re unharmed, the one taking care of you?

Why does he not want to let go when he protectively wraps an arm around your waist?

Yes, the more time passes, the more Leon starts to fall for you. Going through such a traumatic event with someone else by your side probably speeds up the process too.

You´re both the only partner the other one has. And so, Leon starts to get attached to you. The way he feels about you slowly shifts from someone he met under unfortunate circumstances to someone he met because it was meant to be this way. Fate had brought the two of you together.

Why else would you two be the only living people in this place? There was simply no other explanation.

And he had certainly taken notice of the way his heart speeds up when you smile at him every time you thank him for taking care of you.

He wants to take care of you forever. He wants to show you that he could. Better than anyone else.

And so, Leon gets more and more protective, determined to make sure you both get out of this alive so you can start planning your future with each other.

Because of this, he doesn´t like it when you stray too far away from him. Just having you leave him for around a minute makes him want to make a mad dash to go after you, immensely worried that something might happen to you while he´s not there to protect you.

He´s pacing around the room and biting his fingernails when you tell him you just want to check out a room you saw down the hallway real quick. It doesn´t matter that he already killed all the zombies roaming these halls on your way here, what if there´s another one? What if you´re all alone in that dark room and suddenly the door slams closed and a zombie tumbles out of a locker? What if he wouldn´t be able to get to you quickly enough? What if you died because he wasn´t there?

These thoughts keep eating at him and so Leon practically insists on going everywhere with you, he starts getting really clingy all of a sudden, not letting you walk even two steps without him trailing closely behind.

You might have gotten mad about someone acting that way usually but you can´t really bring yourself to blame him, considering the situation you were in.

Still, you found it kind of creepy how his eyes never seemed to leave your form. Whenever you would turn your head to look at Leon, you would catch him already staring at you intensely.

He´d have the shame to blush and apologize for staring at you but he never really stops doing it either. He just can´t help it, you´re so enchanting he has to always have his eyes on you! It´s like he´s drawn to you.

Um, he always has to make sure you´re safe, is what he meant to say there actually! There´s no other motive behind his staring!

But yes, Yandere! RE2 Leon is like a lovesick little puppy that trails after you and practically begs for your praise.

There´s always this creepily bright smile on his face whenever you thank him for doing something for you. It´s like he´s living off of your praises. And he is, truthfully. There´s nothing better to him than hearing your praise, it makes all this work worth it.

It just feels so good to hear you compliment him so sometimes he makes a show out of killing zombies, trying to look as cool as possible in front of you in an attempt to charm you. He wants you to think he´s cool and reliable. He wants you to think that he´s a good partner. That he could be the perfect boyfriend for you.

Because he´s sure that there´s no one out there that cares about you as much as he does. He would do absolutely anything for you. You could use him as much as you like and he would do it all with a smile on his face.

He just wants to show you how much he adores you, how much he loves you! That you two are meant to be together! He´s too shy to say it to you outright but he knows you must also feel the same way about him. You must! Because you´re soulmates and now that he finally met you, Leon is not willing to let go of you again.

It´s unlikely he would ever lock you up or kidnap you but he desperately wants to be a part of your life.

So please just say you love him back! Tell him you´ll never let him go and Leon will worship you every single day for the rest of his life.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere leon kennedy #yandere leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #yandere resident evil x reader #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader #cw obsession #cw delusion #male yandere

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just-null-cult · 8 months

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love struck much...?

#kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere noritoshi kamo #yandere kamo noritoshi #a. are those even tags?#either way #!!!!!!#there he is #ive had many thoughts about him as a yandere......#so if you'd like to see my dark decent into the au(? of yan noritoshi.. stay tuned #uhh he gives vibes to obssess in private... his heart thumpin out of his chest at the mere thought of being near you #so much so that his eyes go wide and he gets a smile on his face! yet the smile is a bit unerving to those fortunate(? enough to see it #(or so my delusions tell me)#and i did say before in my tags that i wanted to draw him smiling.. so here we are!!!

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eroslove88 · 11 months

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Ok I've never done this before so I hope it'll go well :)

But uh could you please do something with mommy kink Raiden Shogun, Ganyu and Shenhe forcibly breastfeeding their bratty sub? I really like your writing style so I look forward to it but if you're only able to do one please do Ganyu thanks again and good day/night 🙏

Lactation Kink + Bratty Sub. (Gn reader!)

Warnings: Noncon, lactation kink, mommy kink, power dynamics, slight yandere, small use of electricity and implied kidnapping

Note: I LOVE DOMINANT WOMEN!!! They have my heart and soul. Cocogoat Ganyu headcannon.

Shenhe *¨*• Cold *¨*•

You're shorter than her and much warmer than her. She's cold- not she really is. Her cold hands forcibly grab your jaw and her other arm snakes around your waist cradling you in a position where your mouth is being shoved onto her nipple.

It's already leaking due to the forced stimulation of your tongue, she never liked noisy people and she never took you as the talkative type. She hated people who complained when things were going fine, she didn't see the need in you cussing her out. So if you wanted to do something with your mouth she gave you something much more important to do. You recoiled when her nipples started leaking beads of milk, in disgust you tried pulling away but that's when her nails dug into your jaw shoving forcing your lips to wrap around her leaky bud.

Your protests were muffled by her breast, "M-Mommy, swop" your words slurred by the fat in your mouth, she only shushed your meaningless words by shoving you deeper into her chest. Her heart was beating you fast from the thrill of your squirming body. Shenhe is not as vocal as you are, she let's out small noises. "That's right, be good for mommy" she whispered between heavy breaths.

Ganyu ♡ Delusional ♡

Ganyu is typically patient and she doesn't understand why you're throwing tantrums and being rude to her. She's just trying to take care of you. Ganyu is soft and she's not trying to hurt you, "It's ok, mommy's going to take good care of you" just like a child she thinks you're hungry after barely stimulating her chest she looks for you, "What the hell are you doi-" her hands gently squish your cheeks together, "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Mommy's here" the next thing you knew you were trying to fight off the adeptus while one of her hands squishes her tit.

Milk fills your mouth and you almost gag at the warm liquid. "It's just like goat milk don't worry" she reassures, "Swallow it baby" she purrs as your tongue tastes her sweet milk and your lips latch onto her dripping bud.

She whimpers at the sensation of your warm lips. Her hand moves down to coerce yours to milk her full breast causing warm milk to gush into your mouth and down your throat. Your watery eyes look up at her weary face when she releases her fluid.

"It's ok sweetie drink as much as you need" her breaths labored. When you gargle a groan, "Swallow baby, you're going to choke" her hands still squishing your cheeks making some of her milk drip from the corners of your mouth.

Raiden Shogun ☆ Cruel ☆

Ei knows what she is, but she doesn't like to be reminded of it constantly. Besides, she's your god. You're supposed to do as your told and not talk back to her with such a horrendous attitude.

Rough hands wrap around hair, she shoves her breast deeper into your mouth as you sob against her. "You've been so bad to your mommy" she growls her free shocking your sensitive nipples. She's dissatisfied with you performance so your tongue swirls around her nipple, small drops of milk drop into your mouth as you desperately suck at the enlarged nub. "That's it make mommy feel good, suck it dry sweetie" she demands.

Your tongue pitifully laps at the dropping pearls, "Don't drop any" you don't, it's not like you can; your mouth is practically full with a quarter of her boob. Shocks make you cry out into her bust and you frightfully slurp at her core saliva dripping down your chin in an attempt to satisfy her.

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dxlus1xn · 10 months

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I want to give my everything to them... What's the point of loving if I don't give my entire soul to them?

#||delusion's corner<3||#lovesick #irl yandere #obsessive love disorder #yandere blog #obssesive #obslove #actually yandere #yandere coping #yandere community #actually obsessive

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classificationhell · 2 months

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So it's most likely not going to happen in the fic I am writing for him, but imagine Mourningstar's delusions go so hard that he genuinely believes that you are his babygirl, and not in the adopted way. Like in order to help him heal more his brain decided to fabricate that everyone died that night except you. You were taken from him, but not by death. The angels must've taken you and then sent you back down once he proved he wouldn't lift a finger to help those filthy sinners ever again.

Even if you look completely different, even if you insist you don't remember this man he's so sure in his delusions. Of course you don't remember him you were just born when it happened that's why you look at him like he's a stranger, oh babygirl he's so sorry he missed so many important milestones for you. He wonders why the angels didn't tell you about your Daddy, but it's alright he'll tell you all about your family and about memories he has of you as a baby.

It all makes so much sense now! Angels wouldn't be so cruel as to murder his entire family. The reason he didn't make a grave for you was because he couldn't find your body, and a small part of him held hope that you were alive somewhere. The reason why Charlie's nursery only had the one crib was because him and Lillith had decided to co-sleep with you in their bed, yes, yes, it's all so clear! He must've been so deep in his grief he had momentarily forgotten, oh babygirl he's so sorry but he remembers everything now!

He will tell you all about the day you were born and how excited Charlie had been for a sibling. He'll tell you about how she used to play dress up with you and read you her favorite stories and how you'd giggle. He'd tell you about how he used to make you watch in wide eyed wonder whenever he'd use his magic around you.

What you aren't his second daughter and you came from another family? Oh honey, the angels must've kept you in a state of sleep and you dreamed the whole thing, shhh, don't get upset now, Daddy's here, and he'll help you remember the real truth about your past. Poor thing you must be so confused, don't cry Daddy's here now.

For those of you who have no idea who this unhinged man is allow me to introduce him to you. Essentially he is Lucifer if Lillith actually attempted to form a legitimate army to take down heaven due to the extermination and as a result was punished by the angel of death taking away his wife and child. He becomes more and more secluded and insane in his grief until he finds an Omega Little regressed, being chased by an exorcist (in my fic), crying out for their Daddy and he saves them and becomes immediately attached and regardless of pronouns or actual gender he calls them his babygirl or princess. He is unhinged and delusional but truly does love them.

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unholyheaven-lonelyhell · 10 months

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Oh, you like me? Ruin me. Don't you want to make me perfect for you?

#•|delusion's corner|•#actually obsessive #yandere blog #obsessed #yande.re #yandere #female yandere #actually yandere #actual yandere #yandere community #yandere coping #yandere gf #obsessive love #obsessive love disorder #obsession #obssesive #obsessive yandere

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angelic-dew · 9 months

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Can I get some yan tanjiro pls?

# yandere tanjiro headcannons !

▸🥢・yuri's thoughts :: this request is so old, i am so sorry.

▸🍂・pairing :: Tanjiro K. x g/n reader — {you/your pronouns}

▸✖ ・trigger warnings :: yandere. isolation. possessive behaviour. occ? obsessions. delusions. jealousy. manipulation. grammatical errors. || proofread.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere which is stricken to the core with pure 'love'; well that's what he tends to call it. All his love and dedication is solely devoted towards his angelic darling, nothing could compare to how you make him feel - it's as if you're a simple treasure, that he must keep safe and hidden away from the greediness of the world.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't show his yandere tendencies often, to be frank, they never show unless it's a life-or-death situation. However, he tends to always reassure you more often than not, even when you don't need it. Kamado is always professing his undying lust for you in the simplest of ways: either soft praises of his own sentimental value towards you or a gentle gaze accompanied by a slight smile is always enough.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that cannot bare to see you in pain, furthermore, to see your beloved eyes beginning to weep and sob; he truly can't bare to behold a sight such as that, so more often than not, he would do almost anything in his power to keep you happy. Your smile is what he cherishes most. In fact, that's what attracted him to you in the first place, your captivating smile, it was just so alluring and he craves to see that sight more and more.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that spoils you from time to time; that being small gifts or maybe a thing or two you were eyeing at the market the other day. He does tend to pay his utmost attention to your every want and need, he's always listening to you - the slayer is just too wrapped around your finger, my dear, he will listen to your every beck and call, despite how ridiculous they may be. Anything to keep you happy after all.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that never shuts his trap about you. Singing your praises to the top of his lungs as if you're some God when he's away from you on a mission of some sort. He has constant reminders from Zenitsu to kindly shut up but those words tend to fall on deaf ears, for his beloved angel calls his name, every hour of each day, despite their presence being absent.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that manipulates you right from the start. It was his best attempt at a pacifist way of claiming you as his own for good. He spends his time with you when he's not on missions, whether that's enjoying your presence near him or Kamado savouring the conversation you both share together.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that with every individual word that comes out of that mouth of his, it is inclined to store such overbearing emotion behind them. Especially when he locked his eyes on you with such sweet eyes and a tender smile always plastering itself along his face. His voice was inevitably solemn and gentle; as the passion he felt for you was evident within his pupils.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that will make himself familiar with your hobbies/interests. Either trying them out himself or gaining more knowledge about said thing. It always fills him with pure joy to hear you talk about what makes you happiest in the world, and now that he's familiarized with them - he can understand that passion of yours to a greater degree.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that loathes in your loves. He wants it all for himself, he doesn't mind that he's selfish; all he really needs is you, his angel and your love is the purest thing he can get in life.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that doesn't take kindly to rivals, of course, he won't do anything drastic, however, jealousy still radiates off him by the boatload, it's always clear in his demeanour when he feels this type of way. Whether this person may be close to him or not, the only one he truly trusts you around is Nezuko - everyone else is out of the question.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that due to his jealousy, has to find a way to make the 'problem' go away, that is when he finds himself approaching you while the person is with you. Offering you some food or asking you to help him out with some matters. If all fails he pulls you in by the waist and pecks your cheek.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that needs you, to be with you desperately. He loves to savour your beauty your everything; his words are gentle but his intentions are darker and growing more calculated and precise every day he spends with you, that 'love' of his is also growing, like a flame, rapidly burning more as the warmth takes over. He's hooked on you like a drug, a drug he can't get enough of.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is fully aware of what his actions may cause. The loss of friends and such, he's fully aware and it barely stings him as he does realize the mess he is making. After all, you're his, and he's pulling you closer to him every day; to the point, you feel like he's your world. You're so dependent on him. It's almost pathetic. But don't worry my dear, that's what he wants - he is more than capable of suiting your every demand.

ʚ🥢ɞ. tanjiro is a yandere that is an addict for you, and he surely knows that. He's waiting for the day he can claim you as his forever soulmate, for even death cannot draw him apart from you.

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Idea of a yandere who is bullied by his darling, a sadistic reader. The reasons why the yandere enjoys being mistreated by his darling, is bc he’s masochist and obviously, a yandere crazy of love for the reader :3

The yandere it’s soo delusional, like, reader pushes him hard in the school hallways, and he thinks it's because reader accidentally bumped into him, and ofc, he gets to shake like a maniac from the interaction with his beautiful (she’s not. Is a fucking bully with everyone on the school) and perfect darling.

I want a really toxic reader so badly!! A reader who abuses, manipulates, and mistreats. There is no apparent reason for her sadism, the reader is that kind of person who was born violent.

I love that you made your request long! This idea is adorable I couldn’t help but make the writing a lot about his little delusion’s. If he becomes an oc I’m planning to call him Caleb but if anyone has a better sounding name then feel free to say it in my inbox!

Description: yandere masochist x female reader, heavy delusion, bullying, yandere themes, abusive themes, manipulation, insults, lots of cursing if anyone’s wondering, etc etc.

You always knew you were someone who struggled with anger. You made no effort to fix yourself, why did it matter? If someone told you that you were rude as hell and you were going to end up alone you’d grace them a punch to the face and flip them off telling them they were fucking stupid.

Sure you had a lot of issues even more than anger ones but if you couldn’t care less about your anger then why would you care about the rest? It’s others who have to fix themselves to fit your standards!

Nobody had the confidence nor heroic traits to stop you for what you do. So you just terrorized the school without consequences. Teachers would say something every now and then but your father was the biggest donor to the school’s funds so they kept quiet.

Living that plush spoiled life didn’t help with your attitude. You were never taught that it was wrong so why does it matter?

“It matters because you’re out of fucking line! Jesus, you’ve been picking on that kid for a month!” A friend of yours was now retaliating against you for bullying a kid who practically asked for it.

“Oh shove your guilt up your ass, you’re acting like you didn’t bully the shit out of that kid too!” You pushed your friend, agitating them further.

“Tch, whatever. When you’re rotting alone, you’ll see how fucked up you are” Your friend stormed off, nobody caring enough to see the loud bickering that had just ended.

“Stupid bitch, acting all morally now” You cursed under your breath. You spotted two pathetically familiar eyes that you would always find landed on you.

You had to let out your anger somehow. You charged towards him and he held his books close to him but didn’t say anything nor flee, he never did.

You were coming up to him! Were you gonna ask for homework answers! You were so cute when you were stubborn about getting them! Sometimes you would get a little irritated so you would slam him against lockers. He loved when you did that, he loved every inch of attention he got from you. You must’ve known he loves when you slam him against something in a loving way!

“The hell are you looking at?” You grabbed the collar of his shirt pinning him against the cold metal lockers. He was probably the most fucking annoying and relieving person to go to when you were angry. A little doll that you could treat however you wanted and would never leave the confinements of your desired place for it.

“N-nothing!” He tried to cover the blush on his face. He was so embarrassed you were so close! You must want to be more affectionate with him! It’s been about a month since you started focusing your attention onto him! You must be ready for the next step, he was just so worried he wouldn’t be able handle it!

“You sure? Cause I saw you staring at me and my friend. Do you have something to say?” Your icey cold glare was scanning the intent behind this stupidly submissive classmate.

“J-just.. uhm.. I—“

“Speak up, stop stuttering like an idiot” You held onto his shirt tighter and pulled him closer to you. He seemed even more scared from what you saw. If only you saw that he was sweating and blushing under your warm touch! His thighs felt like jello under your influence!

The bell rung and all students had returned to their proper classrooms. All but you and your unfortunate victim. Time passed slowly in his eyes, his books had already fallen out of his hands, all that was needed was for him to speak.

“I just noticed that the two of you were arguing! That’s all” He managed to ramble his words out before you let go of his collar. He was much more relaxed without you so close to his face. He probably wouldn’t be able to handle another second of your touch!

“That’s none of your fucking business, so stop eyeing me like some stalker.” You poked in the middle of his chest, emphasizing your words that clearly told him to fuck off. You would never want your favorite victim to actually go away though, then who would you tease and torment when you were bored!

He was so happy you insisted you didn’t need his supervision! You were always an independent woman! He was just watching because he was annoyed about that friend having the audacity to speak out against you! He was obviously going to always stalk and watch you but you didn’t have to know even if you asked him not to!

“O-okay! I’m so happy that you noticed me! You haven’t said anything to me all day so I was worried.. that you were mad at me!” He laughed off his worries. He honestly thought you were ignoring him! He frowned at the idea earlier once it popped up in his head. But look at you! Talking to him and touching him… He was so silly for thinking that.

“You’re so creepy and stupid, you’ll never understand what I’m doing to you, huh?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question, you wanted an answer, and you knew you were going to get one.

He knew you were upset because of the homework answer he gave you! He didn’t do well because he was too distracted with your beautiful stare on him while he worked on it.

“You’re so pretty when you scold me! I promise I’ll further my studies so you’re impressed! I know the C I got on the homework assignment wasn’t good but it was because—“

“I’m not talking about the homework! I’m talking about me bullying you. Are you dumb or just deaf?” You grabbed his shirt again, pulling him closer. You relished in his reaction, finding it funny.

“I don’t mind! I love you and I don’t care how you treat me!” He fawned over how close your face was. He felt his cheeks warm up and he couldn’t help but squirm a bit.

“Really? Would you do anything for me?” You leaned towards him and let go of his shirt. His back pressed against the lockers and his blush grew.

“Yeah! Anything!” It was like god himself blessed him knowing that he would love to prove his love for you by granting you anything you wanted. No matter if it meant getting his hands dirty.

Your question was nerve racking though! Were you going to initiate something? Right here?! That’d be so embarrassing for his first time to happen in a school hallway but he would do that for you! Even if it was crazy, he was crazier after all!

“Tch, yeah right. Fucking idiot” You mumbled pushing him aside and walking off in the opposite direction to your class. You’d probably get scolded by your dad for being tardy since your teacher couldn’t be bothered to do that.

You decided to cut the bullying short because of that. Maybe you’d ask him to run some errands for you tomorrow, even though you had butlers for that. It was much more enjoyable to see his frantic face.

His hands caught his fall as he was pushed aggressively by you. His heart was beating out of his chest, soaking in all of the events that just happened. His eyes did not waver and were pinned against your disappearing figure.

He loved you so much it hurt to see you walk away, but god was it amazing to sense that feeling after you’ve pushed and insulted him. He could feel a tent pitch up in his pants. He had to deal with this since you weren’t quite ready to bless him with help.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #gn reader #male yandere #delusional #delusional yandere #yandere delusions #bully reader #yandere masochist #yandere scenarios #pls request #yandere imagines #manipulation #female reader #fem reader #calebmyoc

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Secrets(Yan!Rise!Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Had an idea and executed it horribly, oh well. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), crying, being locked in a dark room, collar w/ chain

Words: 741

Summary: Donnie finally brings you home without anyone else knowing

-Ollie

Light floods in as the door swings silently open, the darkness being chased out of the small room for a fleeting moment. The door swings shut once more, the softshell turtle’s markings being the only source of light in the room. His captive squirms in his grasp, Donnie’s battleshell digging painfully into their soft stomach. When they start to whimper, small pleads falling from their mouth as they beg the mutant to be freed, to beg for their life, Donnie merely shushes them. He had no wish to let his captive go, not when they looked so perfect wrapped up in his ninpo.

Donnie sighs as they continue to whine, their eyes wet with tears while Donnie sets their limp body on the small cot he had in there. He would make a bed soon, one that was specified to their exact needs once they proved they deserved it. But for now, the cot was all they needed. His battleshell produces metal arms, grabbing a chain out of a compartment built into the wall. Donnie easily attaches the chain to the collar his captive was wearing, cooing at the sight. He watched in satisfaction as they struggle to pull it off, neither chain nor collar budging.

His hands wrap around his prisoner’s, pulling the limbs away from their neck. Their eyes start to leak as Donnie sighs, a box of tissues being produced from his battleshell. “Hush now, dear. The room is soundproof, there is no one to hear your cries but me, and believe me. I don’t want to hear them.” Donnie’s voice is gentle, yet firm, a silent warning hiding between the words.

Their sniffles continue, but slowly quiet, tears streaming down their cheeks and dripping onto the floor. Donnie takes a deep breath, trying his best to not lose his temper. He understood their fear, to an extent. He had just drugged them, kidnapped them, and made everyone believe they were dead, of course they’d be a bit upset. But their fear should’ve ended the moment they realized they were with Donnie, the one person who cares for them the most. Donnie continues to silently wipe their face with the tissues, cringing as stray tears touch his skin.

“I really am doing what’s best for you, there’s no reason for you to be acting like such a dumb dumb right now.” The prisoner scoffs wetly, their voice cracking as they try to become coherent enough to speak. A single drawn eyebrow raises, Donnie seemingly not impressed with their small amount of attitude. They should be thanking him, not crying. It really was a shame they couldn’t see how much he loved them, everything would be so much easier then. Donnie wouldn’t have had to build them this room, and he wouldn’t have to hide them from his brothers.

Donnie waits patiently for them to speak, his eyes scanning their puffy face as their mouth spills nothing but soft babbles and incoherent pleas. His hands pull back from their face, unable to deal with the onslaught of liquid pouring from their eyes. A grimace dons the mutants face, a generous amount of hand sanitizer coating the palm of his hand. The faint scent of alcohol floods both of their noses, Donatello’s captive crying harder as they pull their knees to their chest. Donatello watches for a moment more, his hands twitching at his sides with a scowl on his face.

Standing from the cot with a huff, Donnie leaves the room without looking back, leaving the young adult to fend for themselves in the cramped room. The door slid shut, sealing itself against the wall until it looked near indistinguishable from the other panels in the room. Donnie moved to his lab table, looking over different designs and blueprints that were spread across the surface. It was incredibly frustrating, having to confine his love to such a small space. If only his brothers weren’t such dumb dumbs, if only the one he gave his heart to loved him back.

No matter, the room was built, and his love was secured. It was equipped with a small bathroom and all the basic necessities. He would add more decorative items as rewards for good behavior, but for now, it only needed the necessities. He pulls out a pencil, making small edits to a blueprint he was making. Everything would work out. They were his, and his forever. No one had to know.

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