#AND MAYBE BREAK IN TO CUDDLE ME OR MAYBE EVEN KIDNAP ME AND KEEP ME WITH HER FOREVER............................

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Hello!! I've been absolutely obsessed with homicipher lately, and I really love the fanfics and hcs you wrote for the characters so far!! You're a really great writer, your style and aesthetic is honestly so good!

I was curious if you had any headcanons for how Mr. Crawling, Mr. Hood, and Mr. Silvair would be with a cane-user reader that has severe leg pain? Like they typically use a cane to help them walk easier, but sometimes they can feel so much pain in their leg that it becomes too much to walk and they sometimes need to sit down or take a break?

Homicipher characters taking care of reader is one of my favorite types of things to read <3 I hope you have an amazing day!

Homicipher Boys w/ Cane!reader

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHh YES I love the concept gbejbfj and I could def see this as a huge cute thing w/ Mr. Hood especially. 10/10, Homicipher boys taking care of the reader are the best HCs hands down gbejfjwj and tysm it makes me happy to hear that others rlly enjoy my work!!!! :D

Mr. Crawling 𖦹₊⊹

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling as the absolute fucking sweetheart he is would want to be the biggest help for you when getting around certain areas of the Ghost Apartments.

⭑.ᐟ — At the same time, Mr. Crawling is also disappointed in himself he can’t be much of a help, it’s difficult for him to stand on his own feet for any longer than a few minutes considering he’s used to crawling around.

⭑.ᐟ — Which also means he can’t carry you :((

⭑.ᐟ — The best he can do however is help avoid any places like the boardwalk room with all the water or anything with a ladder so you’re putting less stress on your muscles and your bad leg.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Crawling does his best to try in protect you from any hostile residents (eg. the time you got kidnapped by Mr. Stitch), he’s not trusting anybody that’s not Mr. Silvair, or any other residents you’re not familiar with.

⭑.ᐟ — Ofc break times are also a must have so whenever there’s a room that’s safe to take a breather, he’ll basically lead you by the hand to take a seat and give your bad leg a rest. Cuddles are also given for a bonus <3

Mr. Silvair 𖦹₊⊹

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair being kind of like the scientist/doctor, he’s pretty much the best source in getting any help you need for your leg.

⭑.ᐟ — Considering meds or painkillers aren’t things that exist in this ghostly dimension, Mr. Silvair tries finding other alternatives in order to alleviate your severe pain in your leg. Maybe try to work and figure out some sort of 'cure' with what resources and tools he has.

⭑.ᐟ — So with getting a few checkups/experiments done on your body (aka the weird thing going on with your body slowly changing due to staying in the Ghost Apartments), Mr. Silvair also checks in once in a while to see how your leg pain is going and suggests in resting whenever needed. You’re basically more than welcome to use his spare beds when you need them most.

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Silvair might’ve found something better from the room with all the trashed items like a crutch for example so you can lean your weight on it a little and it’s somewhat easier to walk around.

⭑.ᐟ — Eventually Mr. Silvair found someway to help out with your leg pains, ofc having injections doesn’t look like to be the safest in normal people standards but yk, you’ll take anything you can get to be free from the pain even if it’s for a small while.

⭑.ᐟ — You might not get around much at this point, but whenever you’re in Mr. Silvair’s place you stay around for a little while during your breaks and Mr. Chopped’s just there keeping you company. :)

Mr. Hood 𖦹₊⊹

⭑.ᐟ — Mr. Hood sees this as no problem at all tbh (It’s practically a W in Mr. Hood’s books).

⭑.ᐟ — Also fuck your cane honestly, he’s not thinking that ofc, but there’s no reason in needing one if Mr. Hood’s going to carry you all the time??? You can always rely on him to bring you to places you want to go.

⭑.ᐟ — You feel bad and selfish for taking advantage of Mr. Hood this way, but he’s honestly not complaining at all if he gets to hold you close like this whenever he wants. He’s not sure what the fuzzy feeling is but he just likes having you in his arms.

⭑.ᐟ — Sometimes you’d insist you’re able to walk on your own with the cane and you don’t need to be carried, Mr. Hood doesn’t think so, and he’ll still carry you anyways even if you don’t want him to.

⭑.ᐟ — It’s just looks so difficult seeing you struggle to get around certain places in the Ghost Apartments, there’s like a handful of dangerous things and you can’t run at all with that bad leg of yours.

⭑.ᐟ — There’s no need to feel guilty, even if Mr. Hood’s not put together or understand what he’s feeling most of the time, he’ll do anything to help out, keep you safe and protected. :))

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L”m so happy your back! I would like a request a yandere! Pm Dazai (18 yrs old) with a darling who’s naïve and innocent (of course he kidnaps them) how would he react to a such pure person! Thank you for taking this request.

Yandere!PM!Dazai with a naive and innocent reader

This is the first time I write for PM!Dazai (and I do headcanons), don't kill me

Yandere!PM!Dazai x Reader

Idk english, I don't like english, let me

summary: the title :D

tw: kidnapping, corruption of innocence, stalking, death (not reader or Dazai), physical and psychological abuse, maybe something else but idk

Honestly, I don't know how you got into this situation.

I can only think of two options as to how you ended up getting his attention: Dazai was looking for someone like you or you just surprised him.

With the first option, I guess he wanted to get away momentarily from everything he had known in his life, get someone who wasn't as fucked up as he was.

Or you just came unexpectedly into his life, maybe you got involved in one of his missions without having any idea.

Either way, Dazai was dazzled by your innocence.

You are the opposite of him and he wants to keep it that way, he knows what this world is capable of doing to pure souls like yours and he is not going to allow that.

First he won your trust, it was easy, you trusted everyone too fast, you didn't even doubt him in spite of his strange attitude that didn't let you see beyond him.

You never realized the danger in front of your eyes and that only made Dazai adore you more.

He would know every little part of your life, the names of all your friends and the places you go to, he always has an eye on you.

He would keep your friends and family away from you, he's not afraid to kill, threaten or torture others for that purpose.

Deep down, all he wants to do is to corrupt you.

He wants to be the one to destroy your innocence, to show you the cruelty of the world, even if it is contradictory to his initial purpose.

Maybe that's the reason he kidnapped you.

And oh god, that's when the real fun begins.

He doesn't care about your opinion, not in the slightest, and punishments are just around the corner.

Forced affection would be a normal thing, he sees you as a kind of safe place where he can be a bit more vulnerable, just a bit 🤏

Still, I doubt he would ever let you see his true feelings.

That would only be way down the road in your relationship, when Dazai can have complete confidence that you'll never escape.

Yandere!Dazai is not easy, least of all if he's PM Dazai, but your attitude would make it somewhat more tolerable.

Being such a naive little thing, he can trust you more easily.

Plus you're terrified of him, so you don't even think about running away.

But if you were to try… Well, remember what I said about punishments being just around the corner? Then get ready for torture.

Breaking bones, beating you unconscious, isolating you for days, starving and thirsting you, etc.

Although he usually mistreats you as well, it's all more psychological.

He wants to make you see the evil, to see you break and cry.

Makes him have a mix between sadistic joy and regret.

He really feels very guilty for everything he does, for seeing you in such a broken state.

He would never tell you, the closest you get to that would be a strangely silent Dazai cuddling like a koala bear to you.

I hope you have enough mental stamina to endure your stay with Dazai

Oh, and if he sees that he's broken you until there's nothing left of the original you or that all your innocence is gone, maybe he'll kill you because he's bored 😀

The image of your friend would not leave your head. He was immobile, cold, dead.

It was the first time you saw a corpse in real life, it made your blood run cold. Especially because you saw him die and you couldn't do anything about it.

Dazai killed him, after many hours of torture, one shot in his head and his screams stopped. You saw the blood spill on the floor along with pieces of flesh. You did not vomit because of the absence of food in your stomach, but the nausea was there.

He wouldn't let you take your eyes off him, even when he was torturing him. When his fingernails were being pulled out and his skin was burning. You had to keep watching or the torture would transfer to you.

You couldn't save him. Your throat was torn from screaming, but he was still dead. Would his corpse still be in that dark warehouse? Would that be his grave? At least you would have liked to have been able to give him a proper funeral, not abandon him.

You didn't understand how someone could be as evil as Dazai was. Your friend did nothing, he just worried about your disappearance. Now, because of you, he too would become a missing person.

The tears were still wet when an extra weight was placed on the bed. You refused to move, afraid that he would take you back to continue seeing those horrible things, things you can't even describe without breaking down in tears.

He lies behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hands that caused so many murders gently holding your body.

You never thought before that the perpetrators of these acts could be ordinary people, people you would trust and befriend. But they could be, the proof of that was Dazai, someone too young to be killing.

You are conflicted by the situation, you empathize with Dazai. You want to understand him and know what led him to be the way he is today, try to justify him, but he killed your friend. The dilemma of whether he deserved a forgiveness eats at you inside. Could his actions be justified by his past? Maybe Dazai is just a victim like you.

Be that as it may, apparently you still have time to think because he doesn't plan to let you go anytime soon.

I am sleep deprived

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Hiya there! I saw you're taking Requests

If its not a problem I would like to request yandere Cookie run Ancients with a reader that tried (and failed at) fighting back after being kidnapped by them.

((OMGSH THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST, ANON! Also I’ll give you this for the request, I hope you enjoy!))

((Art by DevSister art team!))

Yandere Ancients with a defiant Darling

Let me tell you- this king was LIVID

Why must you fight him after he saved you!? Seeing you try and shove him away from yourself, screaming, crying, begging, trying to get back to the world that was trying to corrupt you…take you away from him… “why must you fight me!?I’m only doing what’s best for you!” At some point, Dark Cacao would have enough and lock you in your isolated room with watchers guarding your door for days, Dark Cacao coming in every day in hopes you would run into his arms and need him. If you haven’t submit to his demands then he would leave you locked in until the next time he came by.

Just pretend to submit for your sanity and his trust, maybe he’ll let you out as long as he trusts you 😉

One word, four syllables. De-lu-soin-al. She firmly believes that you have been g*slit into hating her or that you were severely sick, how could you possibly want to run away from her!? You must be sick! She sets herself into the mindset of your caretaker, your savior. She would often find herself laying on your bed with you, held tightly to her chest. Yes, you still fought her for your “freedom”, but she wouldn’t let you….she needed you, just as much as you needed her.

“Please, my little bee, stop fighting me! Let me help you!”

“JUST LET ME CURE YOU! THOSE HORRIBLE PEOPLE INFECTED YOUR MIND, AND I NEED TO HELP YOU!”

“Oh, you can just stop trying now~ ..why? Cause you’re NOT gonna win!~ Hahahaha!” GCC would often grab you by your arms and fly up high into the sky, dangling you by your arms as you frantically try to hold onto her for dear life. Once she thinks you’ve had enough, she clutches you to her chest and slowly floated down to the ground. She then carried you back to her bedroom and cuddled you close to her chest.

“If you ever run away from me, I promise you, I will always find you…”

“I love you..even if you test me so much…”

“Please…I’ve tried for so long to get you here, where it is SAFE for you..! Just let me love you….” This cookie- OMG. He would try his best to understand why you were fighting against his love but all cookies have a breaking point. He would drag you to his bedroom and just lay on his bed, his arms wrapped around you for dear life. “My love….I love you but you test me so much….but I’ll keep trying…”

Only a small handful of cookies have seen HBC anything BUT joyful. But one day, you were the unfortunate Cookie to witness something that seemed…out of character for HBC, her RAGE. All of her out of character-ness at that moment stemmed from you trying to fight her for your freedom…

“WHY MUST YOU BE SO STUBBORN!? DON’T YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH I NEED YOU AND HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME!? You’re my missing piece….a part of me that was taken from me before I was born….and I-…I can’t lose you again….you complete me…just please….stop fighting and stay with me….”

By the end of her tirade, you would be pinned against a wall or her bed (get your head outta the gutter.) with HBC’s hands death gripping your arms to your side and her head pressed against your chest. Tears would be flowing from her eyes and the room would be deathly silent.

Just give her what she wants….all she has left of her mental wellbeing is you…

(Hello reader! I want to thank you all for reading this post and I want to thank this Anon for sending me my first request!!!! I’m really excited to write for you all and I hope y’all have a great day!)

[baby-tini]

Dark Manila Mikey hcs please 🥺🥺

Of course love ❤️ TW- noncon, abuse, kidnapping

-Manila Mikey at this point in his life has killed all his friends and turned away from everyone. Shut everything out, so because of this.. I don't really see him taking a childhood friend with him. Manila Mikey, is the most likely to kill you, if you become to much of a hassel or he grows bored, he'll kill you, just like he did to his friends.

-You mostly likely were in the Philippines at the time and caught his attention. Maybe it was your looks or the way you dress or possibly just because he was lonely, either way, you have something that he wants. He'd start off with watching you. Leaning your schedule and where you work, he won't come into your life, he keeps low until he kidnaps you.

-During his stay in the Philippines, I feel like he picked up some Filipino or even English. So if you are a native speaker of either, that works for him. But even if you don't speak English, Filipino or Japanease, it doesn't really matter, Mikey is very observant and he picks up on context clues, so I'm sure he'll figure it out. I'm sure though, that he expects you to learn one of the three. He's fluent in Japanese so he'll help with that but I feel like (if he does speak English it's very broken) he gets irritated, especially now, at this point in his life. So, in turn, he'll lash out at you for not knowing something.

-Manila Mikey will kidnap you, he probably has a small apartment but it's fine cause you won't be walking around anyway. He'll keep you in his bedroom, probably chained to the metal bed frame. For the first few days he doesn't talk to you, just feeds you and watches you.

-Manila Mikey (imo) will absolutely non-consensually touch and kiss you. He might not force you to have sex with him (in the beginning), but you have no say when he wants to cuddle or hug you. If you do refuse, he will slap you, he'll grab you by the throat and squeeze. He won't say anything, he'll just hold intense eye-contact with you until you break and let him touch you.

-Manila Mikey will be with you all the time, he gives you no privacy, ever. He'll bathe you, dress you, make you food, he might even brush your teeth for you. He wants you to rely on him. He needs complete dependency, you're the only one he actually doesn't put up a front, in front of.

-It had happened while you were on his lap, he forced you there, while he was watching TV, his grip was tight and uncomfortable, so you started to wiggle away, his grip got tighter to stop you but you still kept moving. So he pulled you off him by your hair, forcing you to your knees and taking out his cock, "If you bite me, I'll blow your fucking brains out, do you understand me?" It was the only warning he gave before pressing down on your cheeks and sliding into your throat. He'll use your hair as leverage to face-fuck you, occasionally pushing you all the way down on him and humping your face. If he's feeling mean, he'll pinch your nose closed, while fucking your throat.

- While I did state he MIGHT not force himself on you (sometimes he doesn't care) he will pull your panties down and jerk off on you, he'll do it while you're asleep because he won't have to worry about you struggling or trying to push him away. Mikey likes it messy, so he'll cum on your thighs and stomach, sometimes when he's about to cum, he'll rub the head of his cock on your clit and cum on your pussy, making sure it gets inside. Taking his thumb he'll rub your clit as he pushes just the tip in so that he's smearing his cum on you and causing you to squirt on his cock.

-Manila Mikey is pretty distant, you sometimes don't see him for days on end, he'll leave food while you're sleeping and that's it. You don't know if he's in the house or not, while he's there it's not much better, he's quick to lash out and hit you. Just the rejection of cuddling will land you with a busted lip.

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hiii!!! I love your writings about russell adler ! I was wondering if you could write something about him being a yandere with a reader? thank you so much for reading this !!!

Hi anon!

Thanks so much for the idea, and sorry that it's taken me a little bit to get back to you about it, though you might be able to see why...

I've never properly written something yandere before, and once I started going with the idea, it kind of took on a life of its own, and it ended up with a pretty heavy narrative element, so hopefully this is something you enjoy!

Fair warning that I played this pretty straight, so it gets a little dark, especially towards the end.

Yandere Russell Adler x Reader

Warnings for: Brainwashing, controlling and manipulative behaviour, intentional isolation, kidnapping, imprisonment, mentions of violence, mentions of death, physical manhandling of reader (at end), and implied violence towards reader (at end)

if you don't like the sound of any of the above, see yourself out now

You meet him in the early 70s, in a completely genuine accident where you bump into each other in the break room. Luckily, the coffee in your cup goes over the floor as opposed to either of you, so after an awkward laugh and each getting fresh cups, you both leave with a positive impression of each other. Then, you spend the rest of the day kicking yourself because you didn’t ask for his name, brooding at your desk as you try to think up a way to hang around the break room until you find him again. Lucky for you, Adler is way ahead of you. He picked out your name on your badge the second you bumped into him, and he spent the rest of his day pulling all of the strings he had access to in order to get his hands on your file, so he could start learning everything there was to know about you.

He finds that you actually have a fair bit in common. You’re both recently divorced, both left California needing fresh starts, and both of you were highly driven people whose dedication to their job went above and beyond anyone else in their departments. Never mind that you were a clerk, rather than an agent – not that there was anything wrong with that, in Adler’s eyes. He understood, maybe more so than some of his coworkers, that without the office staff, the CIA would grind to a halt. And you were an exceptional one. You clocked in more hours than anyone else in your office, and had done every month, every week even, since you’d started at your position. You were dedicated, a true believer, like him.

That realisation led to him asking you out, nothing special, in his own words, just dinner and a couple of drinks. Something that could be easily recovered to a friendly hangout if you said no. But you said yes, figuring, fuck it, why not? It was high time that you put yourself back out there, and for someone you’d met by almost spilling coffee on him, Adler was remarkably charming.

On the date, he charms your socks, and several other things off. It ends up back at your place, both of you naked in your bed as you cuddle up to his side, yawning as you sleepily run your hand over his stomach. Adler sits there, stroking the back of your neck as he waits impatiently for you to go to sleep and leave him free to snoop around your personal life unchecked, to just make sure that you’re the perfect one for him, and to brush up on a few details about how he can be perfect for you.

It’s a whirlwind, rebound, your friends, your family, everyone in your life says when you tell them about him. That is, until you get engaged, then married within the year. The comments go quiet after that, and any that do pop up you brush off with, you’ve both been divorced once already, and you’re not going to sit around on a good thing because society has some arbitrary idea that an engagement should last at least a year.

Besides, it’s not like much really changes after your marriage, other than you moving into his place. Both of you keep working, you at your clerk position, and Adler doing whatever it is that he does, disappearing for months around the globe, both of you content with the idea that he’s just a phone call away. 

Adler always keeps his watch running on American time, so he knows whether to call your office or the house, to always get through to you on the first call. Allowing for other plans, of course. He gets restless, sitting there staring at his watch as he waits for it to get to the time you usually get back from doing the shopping, so he can call and hear your breathless hello, as you tell him you’re very sorry, but you just have to get one more bag in from the car, it has ice cream so it really can’t wait, no not even for your husband, as he fights back the annoyance rising in his chest that you dip away for the thirty seconds it takes to sort that out. It’s worth the wait, though. When you come back, sat down at your kitchen island with a cup of coffee, he can ask you about your day, patiently going through every little detail of it.

Sometimes on these calls, when you mention that you’ve made a new friend, you think he sounds angry about it. You brush it off, assuming that it’s out of frustration that he can’t really make and maintain friends outside of work in the same way you can. That, and the fact that most of your new friends end up flaking on you after only a couple of months, all of them going through the same pattern of avoiding you, ducking their eyes down like you aren’t there if they see you in public, like someone told them they should be scared to associate with you. 

There is one point where your relationship majorly changes. It’s an autumn day like any other when you come home from an appointment to find Adler waiting for you. You start to question if he got off work early, only for him to take his sunglasses off and pull you close, letting you see the fear in his eyes. He apologises to you, begging for you to stay quiet as he whispers in your ear that the house, your marital home, is bugged, and neither of you are safe. The reds, the soviets are coming, and both of you need to leave. He already has the bags packed, and lets you take one last anxious turn around the home to grab anything he’d missed, before both you and he get into his car and drive away, leaving the home abandoned behind you.

You glance back at it one last time as you turn out of the end of the street, suddenly realising that this will be the last time you ever see it. Adler rests his hand on your knee and murmurs another apology, as he knows how much you loved that house, but he has to keep you safe. He wouldn’t be making you do this if it wasn’t necessary, you know that right?

Of course you do. You knew there was a chance of this danger when you married him, and you know that he will protect you now. He’s your husband, he has to. It was right there in your wedding vows. 

He moves you out of the state, to a different one. You’re not sure which, just that it’s further north than Virginia. He tells you that he can’t tell you that now, for your safety, but he will soon. You trust him, even though it never gets brought up again. You’re too busy trying to home make in the small cabin he’s moved to you. It’s remote, barely has electricity and running water, but you make do. You both have to live off the land, with occasional supply runs to bulk buy the basics, always to a different town, always early in the morning or late at night. At first, you did them together, but after a while, the fear gets too much for you, so Adler takes the burden off your shoulders and starts going on his own. He’s capable of defending himself, it’s better this way. Safer.

Your new home is perched on a mountain side, and surrounded by dense woods. In them, Adler teaches you how to hunt, to skin, clean and prepare game, how to use the hunting season to stock a freezer for the year round. You spend your time clearing a patch of earth at the back of the house to build a garden, planting and growing all kinds of fruit, vegetables and herbs in it. Adler helps you with it, too, getting down on his knees alongside you to plant it, weed it, harvest it. The idea of a traditional division of labour, with a breadwinner and a homemaker, disappears from your mind, as you wonder why you ever tried to build a life anywhere else. Both you and Adler fit into this life so naturally, so happily, that you sometimes forget why you moved here in the first place. That ignorant bliss lasts until there’s an incident, as Adler calls them, and you’re forcefully reminded that you’re here to hide. 

Sometimes, late at night, you wonder about the outside world. How could it be, that now even in the late 90s, the cold war rages on, tipping the world ever closer to that knife point and the nuclear fire raining down. 

The CIA, FBI, whoever was supposed to be protecting you and Adler, must be stretched thin, whatever’s going on. Why else would the ‘incidents’ be occurring more frequently, now? It seemed like each time was a closer call than the one before. 

Like last week. The man had looked like a ranger, with the hat and the badge, but he was a red, Adler assured you, as he left to deal with the body stretched across your driveway. He gets calls, late at night when you’re asleep, and one told him that a local ranger had been compromised. Each person who strays too close, he kills. It’s to protect you, both of you, so you don’t bat an eye.

Because, Adler isn’t randomly or excessively violent. He didn’t kill your parents, or your friends back in California. He didn’t even kill your ex-husband, no matter how much he wanted to. Every violent thing you’ve seen him do has been set up in your mind as necessary, so that by the time it happens, it’s already justified to you. He’s doing his duty to his country, to you. 

Adler doesn’t need you to be scared of him. You’re so scared of the red army that you’ll run to him no matter what he does, because he’ll keep you safe. Every time he reminds you of that, he can see the relief in your eyes, and he wonders if you’d ever be capable of pulling a trigger on a human, too. Then, if it all went wrong, he could reveal the truth to you, that the cold war was over, and that you’d murdered someone, but if you stayed with him, he could protect you from any charges and you wouldn’t go to prison. He liked having contingencies.

Which is also why the house had a basement, that you weren’t allowed into.

When one day, you question him on something, which will happen one day, (Adler could never help himself around the perceptive ones,) he’ll be ready. First step will be to keep lying to you, gaslight, he thinks the term is now. He will sit down on your porch swing with you, gently rocking back and forth as he lets you ask your questions about all the things that don’t add up, holding your hands tight, stroking his thumb over your knuckles as he provides a reasonable sounding answer for each and every one. 

By the end of your attempt at an interrogation, you’re not sure if he even knows that he’s lying. You wonder if you’ve missed something, some trauma he has that his mind has taken and used to warp reality into the fantasy world you’ve both been living in for the past ten years. When was the last time either of you had any contact with the real world? Read a newspaper, listened to the radio, watched TV? 

At first, pity overwhelms you, and you determine to try and help your sick husband to regain his mind, which you try to tell him gently. He pats your head, like he’s pretending to listen to your words, and heads inside, leaving you alone. As you keep thinking, trying to plan how you can get him to abandon your solitary life and move back to society, the doubts creep in. 

You end up deciding that Adler knows that everything he’s saying to you is a lie. You’re sure of it. He’s too awake, too alert to be suffering like that. Not that you’re a doctor, or know much about things like that, but your gut’s telling you that this was the truth, and your gut had never led you wrong. You’d just been ignoring it. Of course, that ranger was just that, a ranger, not a spy. 

You knew then that if you wanted to leave him, you were going to have to kill him. There was no other way out. You knew that, and so did he. 

He wouldn’t kill you back, though. For you, Adler had something a little different. 

As much as he didn’t want to, some part of Adler always knew that brainwashing you would be inevitable. He held off until he had to, because as much as he was one to tout his own genius, he knew he wasn’t perfect. He was ham-fistedly meddling around inside people’s brains, trying to do what Dragovich had perfected years before. He knew that even a little bit would do a lot of damage, and he wasn’t going to risk it unless it was necessary. 

Unfortunately, it was now. That afternoon, after the porch, you’d acted normal. Come in all smiles to him and started preparing dinner alongside him, like you did every day, acting like all was right in the world. That night, however, you’d tried to leave. 

More than that, you’d tried to kill him. But, as you’d looked down the sight at his sleeping body, you’d realised that you didn’t have the strength to pull the trigger. Not out of love for him, Adler wasn’t naïve, but out of your unblemished humanity. You’d never killed a man, and you weren’t going to for your selfish sake.

He’d caught you off guard when he’d opened his eyes, having been awake since you’d got up and unlocked the gun cabinet, not taking care to set he heavy lock down carefully on the oak wood table. You froze, letting him get up at an almost mockingly leisurely pace before he took the gun from you. He unloaded it and set it aside, reaching out for you like he was going to forgive you, taking your shoulders in his hands, looking down at you with a sad smile as his grip tightened, and he started dragging you towards the basement.

You didn’t even think to put up a struggle until he’d dragged you down the steps and was in the process of tying you up to the waiting chair, but by then it was too late. You lashed out with your one free hand, which he just tutted at, bending your hand back painfully as he bound your wrist to the other arm of the chair. All you could do was sit there and panic, staring bug eyed as he pulled out vials upon vials of some kind of drug. Your eyes caught the label, and you heard your own weak voice ask what ‘separation’ meant. 

That made Adler laugh, as he turned and crouched in front of you, setting the hand with his wedding ring on your knee, the gold glittering in the light as he described how separation was a not particularly fun little drug, that was going to break your mind into pieces, as many pieces as he needed, until he brought his loving wife back again.

What he didn’t tell you, was how wrong it could go. As he stood up again, your struggle in the chair faintly reminded him of Bell, all those years ago. Really, he thought to himself as he prepared your first dose, if it all did go wrong, and you ended up an almost mindless husk like Bell had been… it wouldn’t be the end if the world. He’d still have you, at his side, all to himself, which is what he really wanted. 

He tapped the syringe carefully, surveying the liquid inside through the dim light as he turned back to face you, smiling at your scared face. Phenosorazine really was a beautiful thing. 

[ryuichirou]

More dark hcs

We have a bunch of asks about some dark-themed hcs, I’ll try to reply to everything today. As always, it took me ages, but I am still grateful for these asks. Thank you to all the Anons in this post!

Ships mentioned in this post: Ortho/Idia (Igni mob/Idia), Floyd/Idia, Jade/Idia, Trey/Idia, Trey/Vil

Anonymous asked:

Do you have yandere headcanons for tweels? Or they are not much different in your opinion?

In terms of darkness and fucked-up-ness, they really aren’t very different; I feel like every single hc list we have for the tweels is somewhat dark, but! A yandere is a bit different because yandere’s actions are motivated by obsessive love and devotion.

And I am not saying that Jade and Floyd with their “now I’m interested, now I’m not” personalities can’t get obsessive, but it’s a bit more tricky for me to think about them in this scenario. But “tricky” doesn’t mean “impossible”, so yes, I do in fact have some yandere headcanons for them! I hope I don’t repeat myself though, sorry if I do.

The target of their obsession in this list is Idia, I hope this is okay with you.

Alright, let’s go then:

Anonymous asked:

Just to complete all of Idia’s evil exes, how about headcanons for the Tweels and Trey as yanderes for him (Sorry, Idia, I swear I do love you 😭)

(Idia deserves all the love, especially if it’s obsessive, Anon….)

Jade+Floyd/Idia:

The more Idia tries to avoid them, the more obsessive they become. They didn’t mind him paying attention to other people and doing other stuff at first, but the more Idia openly avoids the Tweels, the more they want him. At first they just started to get clingier: Floyd literally started touching and hugging Idia all the time, Jade – texting Idia every other minute and cooking for him. It was almost funny and cute at first (not to Idia though): it’s as if Idia just got two love interests at the same time!

One day they would just break every single gadget and machine in his room. For no reason other than they really wanted his attention, and he didn’t give it to them. Of course, Idia would be absolutely distraught after that, but it’s okay, they are here to cuddle him while he is having a panic attack. Or haze him more… these two are such childish jealous brats sometimes. They might even dispose of Ortho if there is “no other choice” for them.

Sometimes they get jealous of each other too, but it’s mostly just Floyd getting fussy. Still, it was Jade’s suggestion to start marking Idia’s body just so they each know which part of him belongs to whom. Sometimes they start arguing about it, but it’s for a show: they know that Idia gets nervous and scared because of that, so if they poke him enough, he might start promising things! Like, maybe he’d give one part of his to Jade first, but then give it to Floyd… what other things Idia could promise them? They wonder.

DMMD Virus and Trip Ending. If you know, you know. If you don’t know: I think they would kidnap him at some point and keep him as their plaything. Sometimes they would take turns, sometimes they would have sex with him together, sometimes they would just sit there and talk about how everyone else is doing while Idia is stuck here with these two. Idia’s body got used to the pain (and pleasure), but the emotional torture keeps Idia’s wounds fresh.

If this is what happens, they would make everyone think that Idia is dead because now he only exists to be their precious toy. Even Azul wouldn’t know that Idia is still alive, and the Tweels would find it hilarious because they would have a somber conversation with Azul about how horrible Idia’s fate is, and then come back home to see him tied to a bed, hungry, miserable and barely resembling a human being. But oh so loved!

Trey/Idia:

Maybe one of the reasons why Trey got so obsessed with Idia is that Idia sees right through him (even though Trey’s also in denial about many things about himself). And while choosing whether to be wary of Trey or to call him out for his lies, Idia chose both… At first, Trey felt confusion, but then his interest in Idia just kept growing, and then he started to show up in his dorm again and again. People started gossiping  that these two are dating, and that Idia probably used some kind of charm or love potion to attract Trey. The second part is obviously false, but the dating part became true at some point… somehow.

Yes, teeth, OF COURSE we’re going to talk about teeth, come on, it’s Trey. Trey brushes Idia’s teeth for him. At first he just checked on his teeth every morning and evening, then one time he brushed Idia’s teeth for him just to show him a proper way to do it… but now he does it 3 times per day every single day. This isn’t just him taking care of Idia’s teeth (even though he always talks about how Idia isn’t going to do a good job if Trey isn’t helping him, and somehow phrase it in a nice way), this is him having a special tradition only for them…

Idia knows that Trey is bad news, and he doesn’t even fully understand why they started dating, but he just can’t resist him anymore. Trey seems so wishy-washy to others, but Idia knows that he could be stubborn and strict in a very sneaky way. They never argue, but Idia still can never “win” somehow – he always has to do what Trey thinks would be best for him. And Trey genuinely believes that he knows best, sometimes he thinks that Idia is a bit… inadequate at living. But he feels it very lovingly, very parentally, but still very-very sexually somehow… in his ideal world, Idia would rely on him so much that he would stop doing anything by himself, even the most basic things.

Idia never talks to anyone, but if he does, Trey gets jealous. He is very jealous of whoever Idia is talking to while he is playing games. Sometimes he wishes he could just break all of his computers and stuff like the Tweels would, but these aren’t his methods. His methods are to poison Idia’s sweets to make him so sick that he wouldn’t be able to do anything but throw up, cry and cling to Trey for a couple of days. It’s okay, when he gets better, Trey will nurse him right back and make sure he eats plenty.

He is very protective of Idia, and if someone is legitimately mean to him, he’ll never forgive that person. For some reason it’s easier for him to stand up against Idia’s bullies than to stand up against Riddle’s mom lol Anyways, with his mind being all messed up because of this obsession, he might actually do the yandere thing of killing a bunch of people for Idia’s sake. He’ll never let Idia know about it of course, but Idia isn’t stupid: he can see that something about Trey’s eyes changed. And he is legitimately scared of him.

Yeah, speaking of Trey! What a smooth segue lol

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your character thoughts! I was wondering if you dive a bit into Trey's darker side and some more TreyVil headcanons? Thank you!

Thank you for enjoying our posts, Anon! <3 Trey/Vil as a ship doesn’t appear here very often, but I feel like whenever I think about them together, they just keep growing on me woah.

Of course Trey is obsessed with Vil’s teeth, that’s a given. And even though Trey doesn’t have Rook levels of dedication to his creepiness craft and doesn’t know everyone’s dental situation, he still thinks that Vil is one of the best ones. He was also lucky enough to witness Vil’s evening routine once, and while Vil found it intimate in a subtle way, to Trey it was so much more than that. He started dreaming about the way Vil brushes his teeth all the time. It’s so elegant, but still a bit messy (a little bit of toothpaste stuck to his lip for a couple of seconds before he rinses his mouth…), but also absolutely perfect, but also so… vulnerable before Trey’s eyes. He really wanted to masturbate while touching his teeth.

The fact that Vil is more experienced and sexually aware than some other potential partners of Trey is something that Trey has to constantly keep in mind. He does enjoy Vil being flirty and even hinting at things at times, but at the same time, if Trey gets too horny, Vil will definitely notice and address it. And it’s great when the timing is more or less appropriate, but if Vil notices that Trey is horned up when they’re discussing things like dental hygiene (embarrassing) or something horrible (like things that happen in the film industry)… then Vil might realise that he gets bad vibes from Trey for a reason and stop talking to him, and Trey doesn’t want that.

Trey has a rape kink, and he wishes it was purely hypothetical. Sometimes he has intrusive thoughts when he chats or hangs out with Vil about how technically he could assault him right here, or at least try to (since Vil isn’t that easy to assault). But would the thrill be worth the risk? Trey usually decides that it wouldn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact that sometimes he dreams about different scenarios in which he would rape Vil. And he isn’t always fully asleep when he has these dreams…

One time Trey saw Vil being very puzzled, angry and a bit embarrassed. He knew exactly why, but asked him about what was going on anyway, and after avoiding answering for some time, Vil confessed that somebody stole his used underwear. Trey expressed that this was super messed up and comforted Vil, gently ensuring him that it will be okay… and it’s honestly a miracle that Vil didn’t notice that Trey was lying through his teeth. Of course it was him who stole it. Another intrusive thought.

Trey would love to make Vil obsessed with his cakes, and by “obsessed” I mean “literally addicted”. Vil is way too good at avoiding sweets, but this could be changed if Trey figures out how to make a potion, one drop of which would make anyone who takes a bite addicted to this food forever. Of course, Vil is great at potions, and there is no way just any potion would work on him, so for now Trey is experimenting and using his own dormmates as guinea pigs. This is his private science project that he has to keep in secret from both Vil AND Rook…

Or something among the lines~

Alright, I don’t have a segue for this one, but let’s come back to Idia for a moment because we have another ask about him!

This is related to this post.

Anonymous asked:

I know you went into this in another post but what other ways has Ortho had other students haze Idia?

Alright, a couple of more ideas! Not a lot though, because I can’t share some because I want to draw them, and also I am a bit tired lol but still, I am happy you like this theme, Anon! You’re inspiring me to think about it more…

Ortho didn’t intend it to be a roast, but he made the other students chant at Idia about his love for Ortho when he left his room one time. This poor guy opened the door and got called a brocon by like 40 people. He got so terrified and shocked that he couldn’t move for a minute.

Another one that Ortho didn’t expect to end up being so evil is that he let the other students into Idia’s room at night and let them steal all of his clothes + his blanket, including the ones he was wearing while asleep. Idia woke up completely naked with zero clothes and a bunch of people outside waiting for him to laugh at him and take pictures.

Another time when Ortho let the guys into Idia’s room at night was when he wanted them to wake him up in a fun way! And the guys ambushed his bed, grabbing him, jumping on him, spraying him with water and making loud noises into his ears. After that Idia started stuttering, and it continued for a week… it’s a miracle it went away, to be honest. And also he pissed himself.

[ohbo-ohno]

Serial killer AU and the contrast between how Ghoap treat us and other victims. Maybe they're holding our friend group hostage in the basement, and every day we're forced to see pain and torture of our friends and then Ghost drags us upstairs by our hair and....

The softest pillows ever, Soap helds pur hands so we won't struggle as Simon tortures us with cumming over and over again. We're literally covered in blood, they are covered in blood, and Ghost is so mean with everyone( Soap laughs as our friends struggle against his axe and then covers our face with kisses because we're adorable and he wants us to cry forever((

Scaredy cat whiny wet napkin reader who constantly needs to drink because we cry our daily hydration worth, and we don't really get used to them or fall into Stockholm syndrome, we're just terrified enough to comply with them. It's my favorite dynamic tbh, not just falling in love, but mostly submitting out of fear. Ghost is so soft with us, gots us sweets and vegetables even though Soap is moody because of the lack of meat, because we can't bring ourselves to eat normally after we saw what they did to our friends

🎷🐛

i am fucking LOSING IT

you're so real for preferring scared submission over stockholm syndrome btw. stockholm syndrome can be fun but something about complying only because you're scared... it's so delicious...

also... soap wanting meat... if any of you want a cannibal ghostsoap apocalypse au go read this it's sooo good. ghost kidnaps soap and takes him back to his cannibal compound to keep him :( it's written as a love story from ghost's perspective and a horror story from soap's lol it's great

anyways more about serial killer ghoap below the cut :) listened to bilgewater by brown bird while writing this if any of y'all like gothic country music

soap torturing someone with you in the room (because he hates letting you out of his sight) and he keeps taking breaks to come comfort you and gives you kisses IM :((( wipes your tears away and gets streaks of red all over your face, wants to fuck you cause you look so pretty but his victims don't deserve to see you that vulnerable, that's just for him and simon. ties you up in the corner so you don't run, maybe locks you in a little cage (i will put petplay into everything i write like god has challenged me to it personally). gags you because you get real scream-y and tend to beg for their lives, but sometimes has to tug it out so you can throw up :( tells you to close your eyes when he does something particularly nasty, the gore and your terror in the corner nearly enough to get him off without even touching his dick

being soft with you is like their reward to themselves for torturing people so well lmfao. like, they did so good making those people's last moments agonizing and now they get to cuddle up with you <3 washes off their hands and your face, bundles you up real close to them, gets to lay in all the nice soft warmth now.

ghost is so so tender when washing you off (when he doesn't want you covered in blood - sometimes he leaves it for hours, until it flakes off and you nearly scratch it away until you bleed). he's cooing to you while brushing a soft washcloth over you face, humming a little and saying things like you were such a good girl for us. such good bait, led our toys right to us, thank you so much, doll. look so good covered in their blood, wanna paint you with it sometime. that sound nice to you? no? ok, ok, deep breaths, honey, calm down. just relax for me, you're safe. gonna be real sweet to you now, you don't have to be scared anymore.

and they are sweet. place you on a mattress covered in the softest most plush blankets you've ever seen. they set a little stuffed animal in your arms, let you curl around it and hide your face in it. they know it makes you feel better, and they're nice enough to let you hide your face from them for now :( content themselves with pulling you right up into them (making you hold the stuffed animal when they kill people, look at you all smiley and say make sure he doesn't get dirty, baby, picks it up out of a pool of blood and tsks at you all disappointed, tell you to clean him and say gentle, like we are with you whey you get too rough)

actually can't stop thinking about this au it's like a curse

[br4inr0tx]

ah shit..here we go again. Another matchup for @hannibalwritesstuff !

tw - toxic relationships, murder, forced affection, implied parental neglect, kidnapping, and torture

Your Mandela Catalogue matchup is… CESAR TORRES !!

• I’m down bad for alternate Cesar. He’s so silly.

• However, this is about you. Any sort of relationship with an alternate is very rocky and unstable, so be sure to walk carefully on that thin ice.

• He enjoys any sense of confidence from you. He can’t wait to watch you crumble the more he tortures you in your own house.

• As an alternate, he doesn’t talk that often. If he does it’s short responses, like reading lines from a script. The voice comes out is either the original Cesar’s voice, or yours mimicked perfectly.

• Alternates as very unpredictable as I previously mentioned, so it’s hard to say the things he may or may not do to you. There will never be a moment where it’s sunshine and rainbows I fear, as the fear of death always lingers near.

• Most likely, he’ll be your weird roommate, most likely seeking shelter in your home for a while. At first, he was thinking on killing you off immediately, but you seemed to intrigue him enough for him to keep you around as a human pet. Most likely from your charm and uniqueness.

• You are not safe with him at any moment. He could keep you around for a week, or as long as a year. Be prepared to live the rest of your life in fear.

• You’re so shy sometimes.. you wouldn’t dare tell any of your family that he’s an alternate, right?

• Don’t get snappy with him either, because he can always shut you up for good. It’s best to take the backseat, and let him call the shots for you.

• Eventually if you manage to entertain him for a while, he’ll allow you to get your fix and cuddle him. Look! It’s like he’s your real boyfriend!

• He spends a lot of time with you too, since going outside could risk him getting caught. Then again, he’s already in your house. No one is coming for you even if you cry for help.

• Thus, all dates are at home. Perhaps on a rare occasion he’ll follow you out in public under another disguise, but it’s hard to tell.

• He only watches you do your hobbies. I don’t think he’ll ever want to do them with you. As an alternate with no convincing of any kind needed anymore, he just observes..

• Now, you might be asking, this is a horrible match! Why would you match me with someone whom I’ll barely get along with?

• Well, that’s the thing. None of the alternates have the capability to love, honestly. They can always pretend when they are playing as a human, which Alt!Cesar will do sometimes, but since you wanted an alternate I hate to break it to you, theres not much around it pooks.

• However, a runners up for you would be Mark Heathcliff and Thatcher Davis!

Your Platonic! Southpark matchup is… KENNY MCCORMICK !!

• Kenny would be best for you! You’re both excitable goofballs, and I think because of that the two of you would click right away.

• You’re a very charming person, and as soon as he met you in school, his eyes were attached on you immediately. You’ve got that aura that draws people in, and I feel like Kenny is one to sense that vibe from anyone.

• Kenny is a true ambivert, maybe leaning on introvert. He mainly gets shy around new people, though once he digs them it’s smooth sailing from there. He likes that fact you’re so social, as it made him connect with you easily.

• He’s very playful, and loves to hang out and do stuff. He’s not one to sit around and do nothing, he’d rather be out and about. That being said he loves to go out with you and go on adventures.

• Knowing Kenny, he’s extremely crude and out of pocket. You make each other laugh all the time. Just make sure Kenny doesn’t die from it.

• Speaking of which, you would know if his constant loop of dying and coming back to life. I’d imagine it’s traumatic for the both of you, but I guess it just pushes you to live your life to the fullest. You often help each other in that regard.

• He’s really chill about it though most of the time, and hopes that after awhile of knowing you won’t freak out as often about him dying so often.

• Kenny is some what of a people pleaser and peace keeper, so if you have any drama you’re involved in he’s quick to help you resolve it.

• He may call you emo sometimes, but there’s no ill intent with it, it’s all jokes. He digs it, and he’s not one to really judge given his situation. I see Kenny as a grunge/indie kid, with a sprinkle of emo in there. (Here’s a playlist for him I made awhile back based on another Tumblr users headcanons on his music. I agree with it so hopefully you do too!)

• Bro has literally been to hell. He’s in no way scared of you. Not to mention, you see the shit that goes on in Southpark? There’s lots more to be scared of than the way someone dresses.

• He gets hurt all the time and lives in a dysfunctional family, so having a time where you father him might actually make him cry tears of joy.

• He definitely has ADHD, so even if he doesn’t completely understand what you go through on a daily basis, he can definitely sympathize with you through your tougher times in mental health.

• Please put makeup on him! He loves feeling girly pop!

• Kenny is a physical person in my opinion. It doesn’t even need to be on a relationship front either. He likes giving homie cuddles when you need it. Though he’s a gentleman, he won’t touch you if you don’t want it.

• He’s very open, and usually finds fun out of anything happening. He just wants something to do, so anything you want to do won’t bother him in the slightest. He’s very adaptable.

• Though he does favor arcades and malls, their his favorites!

• he’s kinda poor so um..please pay for him, he’s not picky and doesn’t ask for anything tho cause he feels bad - He’s not um..on the rich side so..please pay for him. He’s not picky and will never ask for anything though, so I guess it’s mostly at your discretion.

• He loves gaming, and is into different sports. I believe he’s into art too, even his he’s not the greatest at it. He’s got the spirit though!

• Likes to play video games with you! You’re less annoying than Cartman can be at the very least, so it’s more than he could ask for. He’s into all genres, but I think RPGs his favorite.

• He likes to watch movies and YouTube with you too on more chill days. He wants to try one of those challenges with you though, like the Ice bucket or Cinnamon challenge.

• He also digs anime. His favorites are probably mainstream ones like one piece or dragon ball, but don’t worry cause he’s open to watching more. (He’d love the Ghost Stories Dub.)

• He loves dancing. He isn’t necessarily good, but he has the spirit. He just likes to groove, y’know?

• Other close friends of yours would be Clyde and Craig! Tweek too, depending on how scared he is of you on that day.

• You’re a great friend for Kenny, and he’s glad to have you apart of his circle.

Your Price of Flesh matchup is… DEREK GOFFARD !!

• You really can’t get enough of him, can you?

• Well, seeing as we’ve done this before, I’ll just give you a few more headcanons to tease around your mind.

• He loves seeing the way you run back to him every time like an obedient little pet. Sure the torture sessions are terrible, but the sweet aftercare of cuddles, aggressive kisses, and watching whatever show you want for the evening makes it all worth it.

• I mentioned before how intuitive he is. He picks up on things you do and don’t like very easily, and just as easily bullies you on it.

• When he’s pissed off though, there’s no point in trying to cheer him up. He’s very dismissive, and he’ll end up taking it out on you tenfold. Most of the time there’s a chance you could actually die during these outbursts, so it’s all up to fate at that point.

• All those days back at the auction, he could see that spark in you. That charm and liveliness. He knew from that day forward he wanted to take you away and break all your spirit..and show you what true suffering is.

• It’s such a shame you fell into this psychopaths hands, cause he’s not ever going to let you go.

[yanderes-galore]

Not requested but on this blog I want to indulge so that is what I will do! Dirk is in progress, I'm almost done Act 5 so soon I will start Act 6. For now, I give you this to test the waters and because I really want to write for the Trolls. (Been awhile since I've written for the sake of just me so I hope you enjoy me pouring my pent up thoughts about this series- I'll accept feedback) Barely proofread, we die like men.

Alphabet Used Here

Spoiler Warning for both sub-acts of Act 5 probably. This also contains triggering themes so read the warnings before reading.

Yandere Alphabet - Gamzee Makara ♑️

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️(Romantic)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Murder, Sadism, Clingy behavior, Obsession, Manipulation, Worshipping, Violence, Grotesque descriptions, Unhinged Gamzee (What's New?), Kidnapping, Dubious into Forced relationship, Blood, Delusional behavior mentioned, Mentions of keeping a corpse, Stalking implied, Decapitation, Implied nercrophillia but I don't go into it for obvious reasons, Death, Breaking of bones.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

For the most part Gamzee is just so caring. He's good-natured and very dedicated to the friendships he has. When it comes to his darling he'd listen to them for the most part, even consulting them about their emotional problems.

He'd be incredibly affectionate towards you as his Matesprit. He seems touch starved due to his upbringing and would cling to you at every chance he gets. Before his breakdown he's a fine yandere to be around, often just trying to lay with you for cuddles and maybe lazy kisses. He's docile... easy to deal with.

AFTER his breakdown, it's a living hell. He goes from being one of the easiest Homestuck yanderes to deal with to one of the hardest.

He's more likely to kill and torment those around him, including his darling in this state.

Just listen to him... don't provoke him... and you may just be alright-

Maybe....

Long story short, he can get intense either way.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Pre-Breakdown! Gamzee wouldn't really get messy. Don't get me wrong, he's CAPABLE of it, but the bloodlust isn't there.

That is until he realizes his Matesprit may just be in danger. The gloves are off then.

Before his breakdown, Gamzee needs a motive to get messy.

Post-Breakdown! Gamzee will just get messy for the fun of it. He loves to see blood fly like a pretty rainbow.

He would club people's heads in just to see their skulls crack. If they were involved with his Matesprit or not doesn't matter. Afterwards he'll approach you, blood cascading from him in all sorts of colors.

He'll giggle at you, honking at unpredictable volumes before wrapping himself around you...

His Matesprit.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Gamzee normally treats you well. He wouldn't mock you, he loves you too much for that. He wants to hold you and never let you go. He likes how warm you feel against him.

In captivity he'd treat you the same as usual. He holds you close and often presses kisses to you in various spaces. He's lazy with his affection but not in the form of neglecting you it, he likes it slow.

After his breakdown, it's horrible. His "affection" is rough and forced. He's feral in this state almost. After his breakdown he'd definitely mock you and tease you. He's a Purple Blood, he deserves your respect.

He's sadistic after he kidnaps you, dragging you to a secluded spot to keep you after smashing your head with a club. He knows you're his Matesprit still he's just twisted about it.

He becomes strangely obsessive about obedience in this state. The longer you're around this Gamzee, the more you miss the old one.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Before his breakdown, no. Gamzee wants you to keep your free will! He loves you, while he gets jealous sometimes he tries to allow you to do your own thing.

Afterwards, yes. He does pretty much everything against your will after his breakdown.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Before his breakdown I'd say a lot. Even after his breakdown he still does... just completely insane.

Gamzee is very attached to you as a Matesprit. He wants to give you everything he can before his breakdown. He wants to be there for you and you to be there for him.

After his breakdown it's either less or extremely deluded. He still wants to do things for you... but he mostly wants you to do things for him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Normally Gamzee wouldn't understand it. Why are you so upset? It's that or he just takes it as some sort of game and plays along. He doesn't entirely take it seriously.

After his breakdown Gamzee tolerance for this is at an all time low. He'll say it's cute but then try to force you back under his control. If you don't kneel... he'll make you kneel by breaking your bones.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Gamzee likes games but his red feelings for you are no game! He doesn't understand why you try to escape and tries to calm you the best he can. Like a Matesprit should!

After his breakdown Gamzee may indulge in the chase and hunt, then drag you back and punish you for trying that.

Running from your Matesprit... just what were you thinking?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

When he eventually has his breakdown. What's worse than Gamzee running around and slaughtering all your friends then hunting you covered in their blood?

Maybe it's when he breaks your bones and makes you bleed for disobeying him?

That, or the high probability of your own death.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Gamzee in general just wants to pursue Matespritship with you. Be you human or troll, he doesn't mind. All he knows is he loves you.

He considers starting a life with you off his sopor slime addiction. Honestly you may be the only one who can tame the rage in his genes. Thinking of the future with you is a bit difficult...

But he's fine as long as he has you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Gamzee is normally really chill. If he did get jealous he could probably cope. You're destined to be Matesprits anyways, that's what his Mirthful Messiahs promised him!

If someone was trying to express red feelings for you too, however...

Gamzee doesn't mind talking to them... maybe even a little threat with one of his juggling clubs.

After his breakdown, he no longer copes. He's going to decapitate someone or just bash them in with his weapon.

It's disrespectful to take his Matesprit, isn't it?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Affectionate. Normally Gamzee clings to you when he sees you and acts really relaxed. Around you he is less inclined to take sopor slime and feels really happy. He doesn't mind PDA and just wants to show his Matesprit he loves them!

If you need to talk to him about something, he's all ears. He loves to try and help you and is even a bit silly at times. He's just... a lovable Matesprit.

After his breakdown Gamzee is just intimidating with his darling. He isn't as openly caring. He cares way more about killing those around you than anything else. He doesn't even mind being a threat to you himself as he gets so deranged.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Gamzee becomes friends with you at first. He doesn't mind placing you in the pale quadrant for now until he starts developing red feelings.

Gamzee will begin to realize he has red feelings for you the more he interacts with you. Be it through a chatting program or beside each other... Gamzee realizes he likes your attention.

He loves the idea of just... chilling with you.

You must be made for him! It's a MIRACLE you've met!

You are destined to be Matesprits, aren't you?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Well... with Gamzee it's hard to say.

After his breakdown, obviously.

Before it... not really anything too noticeable.

Other than the obsessive need to know about you and ask for you to be his Matesprit/the affection I suppose.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Normally, Gamzee wouldn't punish you.

Breakdown! Gamzee would. Which would include a great amount of pain, or possibly death by clubbing.

How much did you piss him off?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Normal Gamzee, none.

Breakdown! Gamzee, nearly everything.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's patient normally until his breakdown, then his patience is thin.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Normal Gamzee, not really. You may just push him more into his slime addiction if you left before he tried to find you. He may just REACH his breakdown if you left.

If you died, Gamzee grieves heavily. Suddenly... he wonders why he was given such a cruel outcome.

Breakdown! Gamzee won't tolerate you leaving. Either way you'd be dead. He doesn't grieve, either. No... he carries on.

You're still his Matesprit! Even as a beheaded corpse! Really, what will change?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Gamzee may feel bad at first but wouldn't let you go. It is what it is, right? You're Matesprits now.

Breakdown! Gamzee doesn't care. He would still not let you go and does not feel bad in the slightest.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His Lusus was never really home and he was essentially just left to raise himself. He's always been alone. So... that could cause the obsessive need for a Matesprit possibly.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Gamzee would try to console you. He actually likes to mediate emotional issues for friends, like Karkat.

How could he not help his Matesprit out emotionally? He wants to help you the best he can!

Breakdown! Gamzee probably takes some sort of pleasure from it. He'd lick your tears or something, probably.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's likely kill his darling and keep their corpse after his breakdown. We've all seen what that leads to... unfortunately.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

It's easy to get space from normal Gamzee. He loves you and wants you to have freedoms. So... nothing much.

Breakdown! Gamzee... no chance.

Maybe extreme affection?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Normally, no, never.

Post-breakdown? Yes. To the point of death.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He's worship you like a religious gift. He is a worship yandere at times and would go to great lengths to keep you in general.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He could pine for awhile... not too long, though.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Normally, no, never.

Post-breakdown? In every way possible and maybe even more

[tonyboneysblog]

ACCIDENTAL NAB P6

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

wordcount: 1.3k

warnings: none!

note: for ever that fan art shall be in thou head.

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far away from you home!…on accident.

You’re in one of your father’s chambers, you recognize.

You stumble into the main hall, looking around, everything seems the same as you last left it.

You assume your cousins had already left back to their aunts, can’t be too concerned with your safety.

Usually when someone was kidnapped in such a way, you’d assume they were dead.

You stumble towards the main room, where your sisters would usually stay.

And there they were.

They giggled softly, looking up.

You can see the pure joy on their face.

You almost feel the same, even for a moment.

They collapse into you, your skin feels wet from all the tears pouring onto you.

Your youngest sister sobs, “sister, where in the world have you been?!”

You don’t have the energy to respond, only to hug them tighter.

You knew they had to be concerned, you can feel your heart steadily beating back to its normal pace.

Until your father walks in, that’s when it spikes.

“Y/N, we have to talk.” He says in that gruff voice you’ve always known.

“y-yes father.”

Quickly, you stand up brushing away your sisters. You whispers sweet promises of all the cuddles and kisses they could ever want, after you talked to your father of course.

The three of them disappear through the door you came into, leaving you and your father alone together.

“Did you enjoy your little vacation?” Your father says harshly.

“It was hardly a vacation- they kidnapped me.”

Your father scoffs, “then why were my knights telling me about your little stunt and Red Water?”

Snitches. Can’t a girl just have some fun?

“It’s not what you think-“

He slams his cane onto the ground angrily, “I’ve heard enough, Y/N.”

“I’ve barely spoken-“

Your father cuts you off immediately, raising his hand for your silence.

“You’ve gotten mouthy while hanging around those thieves.”

You’d never admit it, maybe they did run off on you.

You know hawks did.

Your father walks over to pick up his camera, limping softly.

He speaks again, more gently.

“Y/N, your protection is my priority.”

“I understand-“

“I’m not finished.”

You mumble a quick sorry as he continues.

He sighs, “I assumed you’d return back to me, so to keep you safe I’ve arranged something.”

You head cocks to the left, confusion evident on your face.

Same as hawks.

“I’ve arranged a marriage for you, Y/N.” His voice gentle, as if it were any lounder than it’d break you.

And it most definitely would.

Your face twists into horror, your father promised you that you’d never have to marry any one that you didn’t want to marry.

So why- for protection?

that would keep a flying beast away from your window obviously.

“Guards will be keeping a close eye on you, since those damned thieves got away.”

You feel your heart lighten, a weight off of your shoulders.

Hawks was okay, they were all okay.

truthfully, you’d marry anyone to make sure that was true.

You look off towards the window, it was just about noon.

“Are we finished here?” You ask your father quietly.

“We are.”

He immediately walks out into the hall, marching down into his study.

Your sisters peek their heads out from behind the door, little spy’s.

You chuckle, “I knew you’d be listening.”

All your sisters groan in unison, maybe they should join the choir.

The they start pushing you into your own chambers, already wanting the love and affection you promised them.

The four of you cuddle up on your silk bed, soft and warm.

Your youngest sister perks up from your arm, “Y/N?”

You respond only with a hum.

“Where were you- seriously..” she says with worry shaking her voice.

“On an adventure”

She sighs, “we’re not children!”

“No, no seriously-“

You go on to explain all of your small adventures with the small crew you grew to love, two birds and burned flesh.

you tried your best to put it in a whimsical note, like you weren’t actually kidnapped.

You could see the awe and wonder pour into their eyes, and drowsiness.

Your story telling always did knock them out.

So there they rest, your story telling still not even finished.

You hear something bump your window softly, you shrug it off as just the wind being aggressive.

You close your eyes, drifting along with your sisters.

until another tap woke you.

You skillfully sneak away from your sisters without waking them up, only to see hawks at your window.

Should you be happy? I mean if anyone saw him he’d be dead- on sight.

You open your window quickly, “get in-before someone sees you.”

Hawks drags himself in, his wings following behind him.

“What in gods name are you doing here?!” You ask breathlessly.

He smiles, “I missed you?”

your face twists into anger, then into confusion.

You throw yourself into him, and of course he catches you.

“Missed me too huh” he purrs into your ear.

You hit him softly, he chuckles.

And you’re so warm.

He sighs softly, “I’m sorry that we ran, we should’ve taken you-“

“No, it was the right decision hawks.” You breath out into his neck like a whisper.

He smiles and holds you tighter, almost like he knows this moment won’t last.

“Hawks, I have to tell you something.”

He cocks his head to the side, “your in love with me, aren’t cha?”

Your eyes fall, “no- well, Im arranged to marry someone else.”

Hawks stays silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

He finally breaths out a soft, “Really?”

You nod softly, his grip tightens.

Suddenly you can hear footsteps coming down the hall, you jump off of hawks ushering him towards the window.

“I can’t let them see you-“

“Y/N” he says quickly.

You stop for a moment, begging him with your eyes to just move and get out before he gets caught.

“I’ll be back.”

it’s a promise, not just a suggestion.

You nod softly, opening your window and watching as his wings expand.

Then he leaves your room, flying far from the palace.

far from you.

Quick knocks come from your door, you open it and it’s one of the knights that “saved” you from Red Water.

“Miss- are your sisters here?” He says quickly.

You nod softly, he lets out a breath he’d been holding for what seems awhile.

“Thank the heavens..we thought we had an another candle on our hands!” He chuckles nervously at the awkward silence you respond with.

He stutters, “a-and your father wanted me to tell you that your match will be here tomorrow! Isn’t it exciting?”

Again, awkward silence.

“To be getting married…?” He tries again.

You smile, “Course it is…”

The knight stands a little straighter, saluting then leaving you to your own devices.

You’ll be meeting the man you’re supposed to marry tomorrow.

then you’ll be married and most likely away from the palace, away from your sisters.

weren’t you supposed to be the future queen?

father promised you that you would, why would he lie to you like that?

you stalk off to bed with bitterness filing your heart.

bitterness towards your father- towards the man your supposed to marry.

bitter. bitter. bitter.

the feeling didn’t go away, even when you slipped back into bed with your sisters.

Clutching your heart, you could feel the tears start to form.

you didn’t want this, any of it.

you tighten your hold, feeling something soft gracing your fingers.

Your eyes open softly, grabbing the delicate object.

only to be met with a beautiful feather.

one that belonged to hawks.

and the bitterness swayed and the butterflies came in.

You put the feather close to your heart again, drifting off with it clutched between your fingers.

gently falling into sweet dreams.

ones where you could truly marry the one you wanted to.

you thought you could get whatever you wanted when you asked for it.

but your father would never give you a bird.

let alone a thief, one that stole your heart.

just a dirty thief.

a dirty thief you wanted everything to do with.

maybe you were just as dirty as him.

[blackholesun321]

*kicks down the door*

It has been a while, but I have returned with @gizamalblythe to talk Wing au. Tldr, Shanks is having a bad day and he lashed out with his haki against the boys, aka Pippin and Sebastian aka S-Hawk and S-Lion.

Shanks made a promise to never use his haki against his family, his flock. But now he broke it when he lashed out on accident. The guilt is crushing him and Pippin and Sebastian are now scared of Shanks which breaks his heart even more leading to the bad day getting worse than ever.

Hoooo boy, it has been a bit. look at me ignoring all the asks in my inbox lol. School is kicking my ass but it is what it is. (I’m totally not crying internally!)

It’s a lot for them, for everyone. Pipin and Sebastian are new to this, to them, to everything. They’re barely even people with wants, desires, thoughts outside of pleasing these new handlers in their eyes. They weren’t raised like the rest of the kids with how to deal with Shanks or when to avoid him. And Mihawk and Shanks are so busy and stressed and lulled into a place of security because they’ve had this conversation before with their kids; they know the routines and rules. Pipin and Sebastian don’t. And in all the chaos, they forgot to inform them.

That’s on Shanks and Mihawk they are the adults they should have been on top of it but it’s such a known and expected thing that sometimes information slips through the cracks and what’s common place for you might not be for someone knew.

Shanks doesn’t deal with the introduction of new fledglings without warning well. It’s a trigger, a bad one. It happened with Uta, happened with the rest of the kids. Once the episode passes and Hongo ups his doses till the sense of trauma and C-PTSD calms down a bit, things regulate out. Something about the hormones in his brain is all screwed up for fledglings, and especially fledglings deemed flock. And they got a bit of a warning with the new flock for them, so they put precautions into place. He built a nest or rebuilt his old one and pulled Mihawk into it for a day or two for some cuddles—maybe went and kidnapped one of their other kids for a bit, before everything seemed to blow over.

So they relaxed and everything seemed to be ok and Pippin and Seb were integrating into their new life and situation maybe not well but it would take time for all of them. Shanks is still being a bit obsessive but it not towards the kids or hurting himself or others and not escalating into a manic-delusion so progress. But then one of the boys hides. He steals food or clothes or something shiny and freaks the fuck out thinking he’ll be killed or punished and hides away for days.

Shanks is panicking, ok, ok, everything’s ok, but his fledgling is missing and no one can find him and he's actually going to start going crazy if he can’t find him and he’s dead and it’s all Shanks' fault, he’s dead and the other boy, let’s say Seb, refuses to say anything but he needs to, he needs to know! And Benn realizes what's happening too late. Shanks is pulling at his feathers in long strokes, biting his lips until bleeding- but he managing their all managing and he’ll ask Hongo to take Shanks aside later. It's been three days, still no sign, and Seb's clamped up like a vice. And maybe, maybe that wouldn’t have been enough to set him off, maybe except for the fact they are attacked by the WG.

And Shanks loses it. They get their hands on Pippin his babies are gone, where are his babies, and it hasn’t been this bad since Ace almost died. He kills all the marines, rips through the pacifistas sent to apprehend his son, wild and terrified. When he gets to him, Pippin is frozen with fear; he’s going to die. He thinks his handler is displeased with him; he wasn’t strong enough to resist capture but he was so worried about them finding him and hurting him and he’s going to die!

Shanks doesn’t say anything to the contrary, just picks him up under one wing, ignores his conqueror's Haki as it keeps on lashing, obviously scaring the shit out of Pippin, and goes back to his ship. Seb, fearing death but fearing the death of his brother more, told them we’re he had been hiding and watched as the captain lost his shit when it was empty aside from some feathers and blood. And once he feels the pressure in the air, the weight of a king staring daggers of pain, fear, bow, bow, obey, obey, kneel, kneel— he can’t help but start to cry. It’s all his fault and Pippin is going to die and there’s nothing he can do there’s nothing he can do!

Shanks doesn’t say a word, doesn’t stop his Haki, merely picks Seb up in as he thrashes and sobs and holds him to his chest. His baby, his fledgling, not safe, never safe. He’ll make them safe, he’ll make them safe, and then no more dead brothers and mothers and babies, and everyone will be okay.

Mihawk finds them like this a day later, alerted by Benn he needs to get back to the Red Force asap because Shanks has lost his cool and has dragged the kids in with him and no one can break him out of it. This is fucking distressing, not in the least because for the first time ever his kids have been dragged into one of Shanks's bad episodes. Ace got dragged in only once but he was an adult and able to break Shanks out of his spiral like twenty minutes in. But not the kids— never the kids.

It’s not pretty but it could be worse. Shanks has luckily holed up in his room and won’t let the kids leave and won’t let anyone else who goes in leave and almost took Lime-juice's face off when bringing them dinner yesterday full of sedatives. So you know, not fun. Mihawk enters like he always does and finds the kids curled into a ball of black feathers in the middle of their mattress, fast asleep, probably knocked out from all the conquerors Haki they’ve been dealing with. They don’t look physically hurt no blood or bruising a little over groomed but hale and healthy. Shanks leant over them, eyes wide, watching, barely blinking, barely noticing Mihawk enter aside from a shift in his only wing.

Mihawk sees the red in the white of his eyes, the dark bruises beginning to form in the skin under, and wonders if Shanks slept at all in the day and a half it took Mihawk to get here. Mihawk is deemed safe as he gets closer, cooing softly in the back of his throat, a hand gently coming around Shanks' head. He barely moves or even stirs as Mihawk's other hand slips the syringe into the muscle of his neck and presses the plunger down. It takes only a second for the sedative to take effect and for Shanks to collapse from dehydration and lack of sleep into Mihawk's arms.

He settles him carefully into his nest, wrapped around their fledglings, and takes a moment to make a mental note to have a talk with the kids about disappearing  without telling an adult. Mihawk’s sure Shanks, once he’s back to himself, will fall over himself in apology for using Conquerors on the kids, and most likely this will be a mess of epic misunderstandings. They’ll probably be back to square one with the fledglings, but what has happened happened, and there’s nothing they can do about it now except damage control and hope for the best.

[tanith-rhea]

Hey babe!! I fucking love ur writing so much, you have no idea the amount of joy neighbours brought me. Miranda is so fucking underrated.

Speaking of the embodiment of wifey material, I was wondering if I could request a Miranda × fem reader fic? Maybe a past trauma of reader's has resurfaced, which Miranda knows about, and basically just cuddles her, let's her cry on her chest, and keeps her close, saying that she'll protect reader and when reader tells M that she's scared she might possibly be harmed; Miranda just holds her or towers over and says something like "They'll have to get through me first." Just lots of protectiveness from Miranda, I'm sorry if this is roo much

I'll hold you through the night

Alternatively: Knight in Shining Armour #2 - can be read as a stand alone, but I thought it fit well into that universe.

Your ex was getting out of prison. After five years and an enourmous ammount of therapy, you understood what had happended to you and why you were so dependent of him in the past. That didn't keep the illogical, traumatized part of you from feeling like it was all coming back again.

You got the phone call from Robin that morning, telling you your ex was starting on parole early for good behaviour. By the time Miranda came home you were in the bedroom, with no more tears to cry and too exhausted to feel the panic as intensely as the first few hours.

She found you dazed in the bed, with the same clothes you went to sleep in. You hadn't eaten, showered or even gotten out of bed for more than twenty minutes that day. Everything felt like too much.

You lived in another place. After a few months into your relationship, Miranda convinced you it was better to leave your apartment and all the memories it held behind and start new somewhere else. So it was illogical that he would go out of his way to find you for revenge and risk having to serve the rest of his sentence; that didn't change the dread lodged in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh, bird... everything will be fine." She didn't even ask, she knew. Robin probably asked her if she could tell you before calling. Without another word, she slipped under the covers with you; no comment on the smell of sweat or how knotted your hair was. She enveloped you in her arms and buried your face in her neck.

"You know nothing will happen, right?" she whispered and you felt yourself sob. You still couldn't really cry, but you were shaking and failing at breathing in no time, "No no no, love, I'm serious. Nothing will happen. If he gets as close as three hundred meters he'll go back to jail, remember?" that didn't even cross your mind it the last couple of hours.

In your panicked state, you completely forgot the restraining order and spiralled into thinking about the worst possible scenarios. Him armed, coming to kill you; you being kidnapped; Miranda confronting him and getting harmed. It was all too easy to give in to the most horrible of your imaginings.

"That doesn't mean he won't." You tightened your grip around her neck; your shoulders hurt from the tension and your throat felt constricted.

"It does." She said matter-of-factly, stroking your hair and goading you to look into her eyes. "Because even if he tries, he'll have to get through me first."

Her earnest, dead-set gaze never failed to make you believe anything she told you. She was so powerful with her strength and strong will that you couldn't help but feel safer when she was around.

You breathed in slowly, filling your lungs with air without breaking eye contact, and gave her the tiniest nod. She smiled softly and kissed your forehead before holding you close to her again.

"Tell me when you'd like a bath. I can wash your hair the way you like and make you dinner after. Sounds good?"

You could only hum in agreement, but you wanted a few more hours buried in the scent she only got after a long day at work before that.

Hope you liked this one! A hundred times sorry for the delay. I had the idea the moment I read your ask but never got around to writing it, there is no excuse. I hope you can forgive me. Thank you so much for the request, I went all soft while writing it 💛

[konigsblog]

Ma’am, thank you for the part 2 of Yandere Ghost 🫶🏻 👁️👄👁️

Am wondering, would this be part of a series or one-shots? 🥺

this is gonna be a series but im planning on making a few one-shots + headcannons!

yandere ghost x singer!f!reader

warnings: yandere behaviour, violence; gun wounds, stab wounds, simon is an abusive yandere when you misbehave, being chained and tied up, love bombing, reader does not like simon, and never will throughout this series (unless i make a separate oneshot about reader liking simon, but it won't be apart of the series.)

masterlist

-simon riley, is a yandere who lovebombs on you, he isn't clingy but makes it his goal to get you to love him, yet fails and fails.

you know this, you know what he's doing. ever since the day he met you, it seemed that he was obsessed. addicted to you. all the words that came out his mouth gave you shivers up and down your spine.

when you woke up, cuddled into him forcefully, you knew that your suspicions were right. you couldn't help but slightly blame yourself. would you have been better if you told someone? told security for another bodyguard? even throughout the guilt you felt for yourself, you made it your goal never to like him.

-punishments. oh boy, he has a list of them. from forcing you to kiss him, to cutting you up and breaking your nose. it mattered on the severity of your actions.

cried when he touched you? you're being forced to sit on his lap and kiss him, "be a good girl.' he whispered, low and husky in your ear as disgust filled your veins.

to attempted escaping, that would result in a more severe punishments. smashing your head against a wall, making sure to not go too hard so he could keep you as his pet, his doll.

you remember once, you slapped him, harder than you'd ever. you tried to kick him in the balls but he caught your leg and turned you around as he smashed your head against a wall. the blunt force causing blood to rush up your throat as you threw up blood. the ruby colour liquid dripping down your face and staining the wall. a reminder to watch your tone.

-i see him not calling you human. maybe he'd call you a doll, or his puppy, or his toy. why? if you were human you would be considered equal, and you are not equal to him.

depending on your attitude, he might lock you in a cage. forcing dog food down your throat, holding your mouth closed so you wouldn't be able to throw it back up. "if you vomit, i'll force you to eat your vomit."

he might drug you up, so you're nice and calm. or atleast calm enough not to feel him touching you up.

-thinking back to the day you first tried to escape. the pain you felt was nothing compared to the pain you felt as he shot two gun wounds in your fathers skull, and stabbed your mother countless times. forcing you to watch everything.

"stop, please! take me instead, please simon!" you begged, the guilt you felt afterwards. parts of you blamed yourself, you should've told someone, why didn't you? maybe simon thought you liked him like this? or maybe he just likes to see you suffer. "no, pet. you're mine."

-he loves seeing you cry, in a way it turns him on. he knows he's evil, he's not delusional. he wants you to be scared, scared enough to morph you into his toy.

you fight back against this, making sure never to fall that far. you know he wants this, you know what he wants, and you will never listen.

who knows? maybe one day he'll realise that there's no hope, or maybe he'll start to love how resistant you are.

-he'd let you call his friends, you could beg to them, "help me, simon kidnapped me. i need your help." but it's hopeless, they're friendship with simon matters more than whatever you're complaining about, it falls to deafs ears.

@lauraliisa

@bittersw33t-lotus

@thedevillovesflowers

@thriving-n-jiving

@kiruoris

@radishdoodles

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Broken

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Relocation

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Get out of my home Delilah.”  

“Belle, that’s not what…” 

“I don’t care.  Get. Out!” 

Steve and Bucky heard the yelling and went into the closet. “Sweet pea? What’s going on?” 

Belle reached for Steve. “I want her to leave.  Tell her to leave!” Belle buried her head in his chest.  

“It’s just a misunderstanding,” Lila says looking at Bucky.  

“What did you say?” 

“Nothing!” 

“She implied I was only here for Steve’s money.” Belle looked up at Steve.  “You know that’s not true, right?” 

“Of course, I know that.” He kissed her forehead and pulled her close.  “Maybe Delilah, we should postpone dinner.”  

“Steve, I…” 

“C’mon Li.”  Bucky pulled her out of the room.  He walked her to the door as they heard a cry come from the room.  “What the hell Li?”  

“It came out wrong.”  

“This isn’t the first time Delilah.  I remember your attitude when Steve gave her stuff.  What is the matter with you?” 

“I don’t know. She just… she’s just so mousy it boggles the mind that she landed someone like Steve.”  

“Wow.  Jealous much?”  

“No, Bucky that’s not what I meant.  I mean…”  

“No, I got it.  How dare your best friend find love before you right? Guess I wasn’t good enough to wait for, right?”  He could see the tears welling in her eyes.  “Maybe we should take a break Lila. You think about if I am good enough.”  

“Bucky…” 

Bucky pulled out his phone and texted the doorman downstairs. “There is car waiting for you Miss Stevens.  Have a nice evening.”  Bucky spun on his heel and went back to Steve and Belle’s room.  Lila left the apartment with a slam of a door.  Bucky took a breath before entering the room.  “Belle?” He peeked in and saw her sitting on Steve’s lap, head in his neck.  

“Is she gone?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart, she’s gone.  I’m so sorry she said that.” He leaned against the dresser, ankles and arms crossed.  “She was way out of line.”  

“It’s not your fault Bucky.” Belle looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. He made a sacrifice, that much she could tell.  “You know I would never…” 

“You don’t have to explain.  Belle, you have never asked for a thing. I know you love this punk and that’s all the reason I need to know on why you are here, ok?” 

A ding came from the kitchen.  “The lasagna is ready,” Belle mumbled.  

“I got it.” Bucky straightened up.  “It smells good.”  

“Let it cool James or you are going to burn your mouth.”  

Bucky pouted.  “Fine.”  He winked at her as he walked out.  

Belle continued to cuddle into Steve. “I don’t know how to feel.  I feel numb.”  

Steve continues to stroke her back, his hand on the outside of her thigh, running circles on her flesh. “I don’t know how to answer you sweet pea.  Just know that I would never think that about you. If anything, I spoil you.  Its my purpose now in life to spoil my princess.” He tickled her sides, and she giggles.  She pressed a kiss to his lips and got up.  

“We need to take care of Bucky.  He’s hurting.” She stretched her hand out to him to help him up.  

“You are such a good friend, sweet pea. Maybe you should reach out to your other friends and have them come by.”  

Belle thought on it as she dished out dinner to her guys.  She knew Bucky was upset about what had happened with Lila, but he didn’t show it, just enjoyed the home cooked meal.  After she left the guys to clean up, she went to her office and sat at the piano. She practiced her scales for a moment, thinking about all the changes in her life.  She just starts to play.  

All along it was a fever  A cold sweat, hot headed believer  I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something"  He said, "If you dare, come a little closer"  Round and around and around and around we go  Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know  Not really sure how to feel about it  Something in the way you move  Makes me feel like I can't live without you  It takes me all the way  I want you to stay  It's not much of a life you're living  It's not just something you take, it's given 

Bucky walks by and hears the music. Belle hadn’t closed the door all the way and he could hear her singing.  He’s standing there as Steve walks by.  “Buck…” 

“Shh… listen.”  They listen to Belle play and sing.  “She’s amazing.”  

“Yeah, she is.  She only sings when she’s upset.  This thing got to her.”  

“Steve, I know she wouldn’t be here if she didn’t love you. Lila was out of line.” Bucky sighed. “I ended it with her.”  

“Why?” 

“Because you two are my best friends.  Belle accepted me even knowing my history.  She never questioned it, never afraid of me. I would do anything for her.  She loves my best friend the only way he should be loved.”  

“We never did talk about what it would mean to have Belle in my life… and yours.”  

“And we don’t have to.  She has proven that she only does what she wants for the people she loves.  But please, be honest with her soon.  She can’t lose you and you can’t live without her.” Bucky patted his shoulder and went to his room.  

Steve stood at the door for awhile longer, listening to the music. He needed to make her feel better. He needed to erase the guilt he was feeling that she lost her best friend because of him. He went through his contacts and made a couple of calls.  She needed people to be her friends.  

A couple of nights later, Clint drove Belle from the school late, she had had a meeting with Dr. Zolinski.  She leans back in her seat.  She reached for her phone to call Lila and stopped.  An errant tear falls.  “Belle?” 

Belle looks up to see Clint looking at her in the rear view mirror.  “Yea?” 

“You ok?” 

“Yeah, just had a bad meeting with the headmaster and I went to call Lila and…” 

“I get it. I’m sorry. You can talk to me.” Clint offered her a small smile. His charge was a sweet girl, and it took a lot to make her mad.  Bucky had brought Clint up to speed for security reasons and his heart broke for Belle.  

“Thanks Clint.  I just didn’t realize how demanding this job would be.  Shaping the minds of New York’s elite. And then not having my best friend… it’s just been a lot.”  

“For what it’s worth, I think you can handle it.  You are tougher than you realize.”  

Belle rolled her eyes.  “Between this meeting and learning how to live in that apartment, my mind is ready to collapse.”  

“Not used to it?” 

“No. I was never one for opulence. Dad, he always was into tech but kept it simple at home.”  

“Yeah, this would be a big transition.  But Steve, he’s always been one for charm then tech.”  

“I know. Just, having a housekeeper and an assistant, not that Mrs. Lewis or Devon aren’t great.  Its just a lot.  Like tonight.  Where are we going? I have events and stuff to attend with Steve and all I want to do if get into some comfy clothes and read.” Belle sighed. “Now I sound like a whiny brat.”  

Clint chuckled.  “You sound like a woman who is overwhelmed.  And that’s perfectly ok.  When we started the Avengers, people expected a lot from us.  Eventually we learned to adapt and move forward, and you will too.  Tonight, I think this is a private event so you should enjoy it more.”  

“Thanks Clint. You sticking around for this?” 

“I am.  Bucky and I will both be there.” Clint pulled up to a restaurant and went to open Belle’s door.  She smoothed out her dress as she stepped out with Clint’s help.  They made their way to the private room, and she hesitated.  “Belle?” 

“Sorry, I’m just readying myself for all the smiling and hand shaking.” Belle took a breath and plastered a smile on her face.  She opened the door to be greeted by MJ and Peter.  “What are you guys doing here?” 

“Steve called and said you needed your friends,” MJ explained.  Belle hugged her hard and then Peter.  She noticed that Tony, Pepper, Sam, Natasha, Bucky Clint and to her shock, Scott and Hope were in the room.  

Steve approached his girl. “I wanted to cheer you up.”  

“You did this for me?” 

He nodded.  “You are loved, my sweet pea and I just wanted to see you smile.”  

Belle wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she whispered before she wiped under her eyes and greeted the room.  Dinner was lively, Tony and Pepper getting to know Peter and MJ, Sam and Nat talking with Scott and Hope. It was everything to see her friends mixed together.  The only down was Lila not being there.  But Belle shook it off.  

Belle was talking to Hope about school and Steve and Scott stood next to each other.  “So, how is work, Scott?” 

“Umm, stressful.  We all had individual meetings with the headmaster today.  I know Belle was stressed about it.”  

“And how is your new apartment with Hope?” 

“Its great.  She’s great.” Scott took a sip of his beer.  “How are things with Belle?”  

“Good, they are good.  Getting her settled into the apartment.”  

“Yeah, I talked to Lila, and she told me Belle moved out. She didn’t mention why, and Belle really isn’t talk to me right now.” Scott looks down at his hands.  

“Scott, I’m sorry for my part in that.  Like I said, I was insecure about your friendship.”  

“Hey, I gave you a reason to be.  I apologized to Belle for that night.  But I’m sorry for making her feel like she was just being used.  I didn’t know you, and I may not still know you, but I can see how much you love Belle and that’s all I need to know.”  

“Thank you, Scott.  That actually means a lot.  Maybe you and Hope can join us for dinner during the weekend some time.”  

“We would love that.  Thank you, Mr. Rogers.”  

“Steve, please.”  

Belle watched the interaction and smiled big when the men shook hands.  Steve came back over to her and wrapped and arm around her.  “Playing nice?” She asked with a raised eye brow.  

“I invited them to dinner at the apartment.  And…” he looked her in the eyes, “I apologized for my behavior.”  

“You did?” 

“I did. I’m sorry sweet pea for trying to take away your friend.” He kissed her softly and smiled when he heard her moan.  

“Take me home, Captain,” she whispered.  

Steve felt his cock twitched at her words. “Soon, princess.”  

Dinner finished with Belle making plans with everyone with Bucky and Clint’s approval and Bucky drove them home. Belle cuddled into Steve as he leaned his head over hers.  “Did you have a nice time?” 

“The best amore mio. Thank you for making it happened.” She pulled back to lean up and kiss him. As she did, she palmed him over his slacks.  

Steve groaned.  “Sweet pea, please behave.”  

“Don’t wanna.”  She pouted at him, letting her fingers softly stroke him.  

“So, you want to be a bad girl then?”  His eyes darkened. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from him.  “No touching.  Touch and its just one more punishment I have to add to the list.”  

She pouted at him but kept her hands to herself.  And then a wicked idea popped in her head.  She lifted her skirt a bit and watched as Steve stilled.  She lifted it a bit more and ran her own fingers over her now sensitized skin.  She let out a low moan and Steve reacted.  He grabbed her hands and held them in his own, earning him a giggle. He said nothing as they pulled into the building.  Bucky let her out with a smirk and a whisper.  “You know I can hear you right?” 

That was all the reminder needed. Belle gasped in embarrassment as Steve and Bucky chuckled. “Give me five Bucky.”  

“Thanks for the warning, Cap.  As always Belle, an entertaining evening.”  

“I hate you,” she mumbles, understanding that they can hear her but not really caring.  Steve and Belle go up.  As soon as the flat door opens, Steve hauls Belle over his shoulder and smacks her ass.  “Steve!” 

“Nope.  Not tonight, Princess.  Its Captain tonight, as you stated.”  He walks her to the playroom.  

“Captain, please!” 

“Please what?”  Steve smirks as he tosses her to the bed.  He straddles her legs and pulls her arms above her head. “You were a brat towards the end there princess.  And bratty girls need to learn their place.”  He places a searing, breath taking kiss as he pulls the restraints over her wrists.  She wiggles but can’t move.  

“What… what are you going to do?” 

“I’m going to torture you until you pass out.”  

Belle swallowed.  Steve pulled the zipper of her dress down and peeled her dress off, revealing her strapless bra and panties.  He licked his lips as he kisses, sucked and nipped over her skin taking off her lingerie. “Cap… Captain?” 

“Oh, now you want to be respectful. I don’t think so princess.”  He peeled off her panties and stuck them in his pocket.  He kissed the inside of her thighs, biting and licking the pain away until her got to her dripping pussy.  “God, you are always wet for me, aren’t you?“ He placed a long thick stripe along the seam.  Belle arched her back and tried to close her legs.  “Nope, don’t think so.” He held her legs apart and continued his assault.  “I’m hungry and I want my dessert.”  

His assault on her pussy continued. Sucking, nipping, tasting the very depths of her soul.  Belle lost count on how many times he made her cum.  She was approaching her next one when she broke.  “I’m sorry!” she screamed. “Captain! I’m sorry!” 

“Was that so hard princess?” Steve got to his knees and undid his pants, his shirt discarded long ago.  He pulled them off and climbed on top of her.  “That’s all I wanted.”  He kissed her deep and let her taste herself.  She moaned and he slid right in, groaning at how tight she still was. He released her wrists and she draped her arms across his back.  He thrusted into her at a steady pace. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe with exhaustion.  “One more, sweet pea.  Let go for me.”  

“I can’t,” she sobs.  

“Yes, you can princess.  My good princess.”  He kissed her softly as he thrusted harder.  “Please princess, one more.”  

She clenched, holding him in her as she released, coating him in her wetness. That was all it took for him to release into her, filling her, his mind drifting to the possibility of a family.  “I love you, Isabella.”  

“I love you Steven,” she whispered back as she fell asleep.   

He pulled away from her, cleaned her up and put a robe on her.  He carried her back to their room and placed a shirt over her and tucked her in.  He went back to the living room and had a glass of scotch.  He went to the office and pulled out a drawer.  Inside was a red velvet box.  He opened at it and smiled.  It looked exactly like his mother’s, just a bit bigger.  

He knew, it would be soon.

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Ah yes, gaming the system... This was fun to write what can I say?

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First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 21: Gaming

You were bored.

There was simply nothing that needed doing and even if there was, you didn't feel like doing anything in particular anyways. So instead, you'd kidnapped Frisk for an impromptu cuddle session. While they'd protested some and squirmed in your arms, they were no match for your own koala grip and they eventually settled down after a few minutes. It helped that Sans had decided to join you on the couch and watch some tv.

You got a taste of your own medicine though when Papyrus spotted you and Frisk being all cuddly. Whether he'd decided to be a pest or just spontaneously felt like being affectionate, you couldn't tell. What you did know was that now you were stuck as well, something Frisk immediately picked up on by the smirk they flashed you.

Although, this was kind of nice. You reckoned you could count on one hand the number of times you'd been held like this in your life. Papyrus held you close against his ribcage and although his arms were wrapped securely around your body, his grip wasn't uncomfortably tight. Still, it was too tight for you to have any chance of breaking out of, at least for the time being.

While you should've been content to just sit there and enjoy the moment, you were still rather bored. Knowing that you were forced to sit still for the indefinite future, you couldn't help but feel slightly frustrated. Your mind wanted some sort of stimulation but you weren't in the mood to do anything that required even the slightest bit of effort. Not that you could even do that anymore though.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you tried to shift your body to try and get into a more comfortable position, but to no avail.

Papyrus pressed his teeth to the back of your head and hummed quietly. "Aw, It Seems You Are Really Stuck, Huh?" he purred softly.

You made a quiet grumble of indignation as you realized that he was definitely in the mood to pester you. "I wonder why that is?" you asked sarcastically.

"I Could Not Tell You, Precious," he hummed, being the very picture of innocent.

You squirmed but your efforts to escape were once again futile. In an attempt to free your hands so you could maybe pry his arms off, you let go of Frisk.

That was a big mistake. Papyrus wasn't holding them as securely as he was holding you and they apparently decided not was a perfect time to get some revenge. Frisk turned around and wrapped their arms tightly around your shoulders, effectively keeping you permanently trapped as you weren't strong enough to lift them and Papyrus at the same time.

You sighed and reluctantly surrendered yourself to being cuddled by your two favorite people in the world. It wasn't so bad really, but you would still prefer not to be completely stuck between them right now.

"So, how long are you two planning on committing to this?" you finally asked. "This is nice, don't get me wrong, but I am still bored out of my mind."

"I Am Quite Content For The Moment," Papyrus responded.

Frisk nodded against your collarbone and snuggled even closer to you.

"Could we do something together at least? Like, I dunno, a board game if you guys have any?" you asked.

Papyrus leaned back slightly and seemed to think for a moment. "We Have One, Unless You Count Card Games?"

Sans seemed to perk up at that. "oh, that one," he chuckled and his crimson eyelights seemed to flicker mischievously. He stood up and disappeared, presumably to go get the game in question.

Frisk let go of you and scooted off the couch, but Papyrus made no move to do the same. You turned your head slightly to look at him but he only met your questioning gaze with a smirk.

"Um, we can't play a board game like this, can we?" you asked gently.

Papyrus hummed thoughtfully and nuzzled against your hair. "I Think We Could Figure Something Out..." When you have him an unamused look, he chuckled and added, "But I Think This Board Game Could Make You Very Upset With Me, So I Will Be Nice This Once."

Rather than let you go though, he readjusted his grip on your body and hooked one arm underneath your knees. You immediately realized what he was planning and tried to protest, but he didn't listen.

With basically no effort, Papyrus stood up and lifted you with him, bridal style. You couldn't help but freak out a little and grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

"I Am Not Going To Drop You, Precious," he chuckled.

You blushed slightly and rested your head against his collarbone. "I...I know! It was subconscious..." you stammered.

Papyrus brought you into the kitchen before setting you down near the table. Frisk climbed into the chair next to you and just as you'd taken a seat, Sans reentered the kitchen with a small box in hand.

You immediately recognized the game as Monopoly and it suddenly clicked as to why Papyrus thought you might be upset later on. The box had sustained some heavy water damage at some point and you noticed many of the pieces were missing, but had been replaced. While you could tell that not all the Chance or Community Chest cards were there, anyone unfamiliar with the game wouldn't have known which ones were included. Otherwise, it was a completely functional game and you couldn't help but admire the obvious effort they had put into restoring it.

"Woah, I guess Monopoly really is the most popular board game if even you guys know how to play," you commented.

"wait, so you know how to play then?" Sans asked as he began setting up the board.

You nodded, "More or less, unless you guys have different house rules. Most people play it the same way but occasionally there are some differences."

He looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "huh, we've only ever played how the rules said to, granted, we've only played a handful of times."

"Then let's do that. The only change I usually make is putting some money on Free Parking that you can collect if you land there."

Once the game was set up, everyone sat down to play. Very quickly, you and the brothers came to an unspoken agreement to go easy on Frisk. Which seemed to be perfectly fine as you could have enough fun being mean to each other anyways.

The brothers played shrewdly, which you had been expecting, and so you had to be especially tricky in order to keep up. Sans was lucky enough to land on Boardwalk in the first round and only a few rounds later, had snapped up Park Place as well. Papyrus seemed intent on collecting the yellow and red properties, which while it made sense, would give him control of an entire side of the board.

You couldn't have that...

So, you pulled out every trick in the book. Once you'd managed to collect Kentucky Avenue, it was simply never getting traded, even if you had to mortgage other properties to pay rent. You made sure to auction every property you landed on too, except for the cheapest properties of course. You also may have distracted the brothers every now and then to get out of paying rent. That one made them especially annoyed once they realized what you'd done.

Frisk was just content to travel around the board and buy anything they landed on. This included three of the four railroads and enough of the other colours to almost make a rainbow. You totally weren't going easy on them to make sure they had a good chance at winning.

After about an hour, they were in fact winning, having become a railroad baron, owning both utilities, and two property sets with a house on each.

Papyrus was somehow still missing Kentucky Avenue and no matter what he offered, you'd turned him down everytime, much to his annoyance. It was the only property he needed to complete his collection and let him buy houses for the red colours.

Sans had sunk everything into Boardwalk and Park Place, having put a hotel on both. He was constantly boasting that anyone who landed on either property would have to fork over everything. However, he didn't have a lot of cash himself and you knew it was only a matter of time before he would go bankrupt.

You weren't doing too badly, although you definitely weren't going to win. Still, you had been particularly irritating to both brothers so you counted that as a win in your books. You had two property sets and had managed to put two houses on them, but you'd had a string of bad rolls that had kept you in and out of Jail for the last several turns. That was a good thing though as it meant that you were drawing the game out longer.

There was one more thing you could do though...

As soon as you'd managed to get out of Jail again, you turned to Frisk and decided to make them an offer. "Hey kiddo, wanna make a trade real quick?" you asked, trying your best to keep a poker face.

Frisk tilted their head curiously. "What kind of trade?" they signed.

"Let's see..." You scanned over your properties for a moment in an attempt to make it look like you were making a big decision. "Tell you what, I'll give you Kentucky, Baltic, Mediterranean, Oriental, Vermont, and Connecticut Avenue."

Frisk glanced down at their properties and then back to you. "I'm not trading my railroads..."

"Sorry, I wasn't done..." You slid your properties over to Frisk before dropping all your money on top as well. "I'd like one dollar..." You'd barely finished speaking when both brothers protested angrily.

"you can't do that!"

"Come On! You Are Not Serious..."

You finally broke and a wide grin carved itself across your cheeks. "The rules don't say I can't and it's entirely up to Frisk to accept," you answered sweetly.

"i don't believe this..." Sans grumbled and buried his skull in his hands.

Papyrus shook his head and muttered, "If You Are Giving Up, This Is An Unnecessary Way To Do It." He seemed less annoyed than Sans and more in disbelief or awe that you would actually offer such a trade.

Frisk smiled and pulled a five out of their bank. Handing it to you, they signed, "Keep the change."

"Pleasure doing business with you, kiddo," you said and pretended to blow a kiss off the bill.

Next turn though, you predictably landed on one of Papyrus' properties and had to give up the five. He was somehow disappointed by this though, even though he had technically bankrupted you.

The game ended not long after that when Frisk upgraded all your former houses to hotels, only to have Sans land on one of them. For a moment, no one said anything and he just stared at his properties. Then, he silently began counting out what cash he had, when that didn't come close, he began to sell off his hotels, then he had to mortgage both properties.

Frisk was grinning the whole time and when he paused for a moment to survey his lack of options, they held their hand out expectantly.

"hey, hey, i get it, buddy," he muttered quietly. You could feel the sheer frustration in his tone but he wasn't freaking out like you had expected.

Papyrus chuckled and leaned over to him. "Looks Like No One Actually Landed On Either Of Your Properties, Huh?" he asked teasingly.

"shut up..." Sans growled under his breath.

Papyrus didn't say anything else but his grin was definitely rivaling the Cheshire Cat right now. You grinned as well and poked him under the table with your foot.

With a heavy sigh, Sans finally gathered up all his properties and dropped them into Frisk's open hand. "fine..." he muttered. Although, he then turned and shot you a silent glare, but you merely shrugged innocently.

While Frisk was rearranging everything on their side of the table, you noticed Papyrus was examining his properties as well. "I Think That Means Frisk Has Won," he finally concluded. "If I Land On Any Of Their Properties This Turn, I Will Not Be Able To Pay Either."

Frisk dropped what was remaining in their hands and covered their mouth in surprise. They glanced between everyone before hopping off their chair and doing a little impromptu victory dance.

You chuckled as you watched them lap around the kitchen. "And that, is why my family banned Monopoly in our house..." you said with more than a little glee in your voice.

The brothers simultaneously groaned in defeat as Frisk threw themselves at you in a fierce hug. You were glad their first time playing had gone so well for them and you were especially happy to have trolled the brothers as well as you had. Unfortunately, you probably had lost any future chances at playing Monopoly with them again too.

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♡Our Sanctuary♡

(Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, force. The rest is sfw) If there are others i missed, let me know!

♡ you just moved into a house in the woods of Appalachia for a great deal. It was slightly wore and run down but still livable. It was in the middle of the nowhere.

♡ You spent weeks fixing up the house , but all the cleaning and sitting were getting boring to you. You decided it would be good to go on the walk, I mean, a little break is great for your health.

♡ you packed some things in a backpack , and you ran through the list of what you were bringing." Sandwiches, a knife, water and bandaids." You repat softly to yourself

♡ you put on your shoes and headed out on your adventure , your hopes high. It was in the morning , and you had plenty of day left. Your backpack slung over your shoulder.

♡ as you got deeper in the woods ,you slowly started picking up on the sound of your own footsteps, a peaceful reminder you were alone. The air was warm but not too hot , the foliage was in full bloom . The various flowers and their colors were all the company you needed.

♡ after a few minutes of the sound of your feet stepping against the dirt, you began to hear something else. Another set of footfalls from behind you and heavy panting sounds, the footsteps weren't normal though ....there were four feet.

♡ before you could look behind you to at least try and see what it was a deep , hoarse voice panted out. "Ha..ha... cute..human .. welcome..to sanctuary." You could almost hear the smile on its face. A fuzzy ,paw like hand covered your mouth. Its nails dig into your face slightly as you protested by struggling

♡ as you thrash, you manage to get your mouth free for a second. You take the opportunity to scream just in case anyone is around . As its hand comes back up to your mouth, you bite down on it. The damn thing didn't even flinch, it took the opportunity to lift you under its arm and walking off with you

♡ " I find your thrashing cute but ultimately useless, bunny." it chuckles. You keep thrashing, trying to head butt the creature. Its furry body tickles your face as its tail wags behind it .

♡ after several minutes of thrashing around, you begin to tire, but your adrenaline keeps you awake. The creature takes you to what you assume is its den and lays you on a pile of furs on the ground.

♡ you could now see the creature better ,it is a tall ,lanky , masculine type of figure. It's covered in fur and has sharp canines, it's eyes are a demeaning yellow. " What... are you... a wolf?" You accidentally say the word slipping out almost naturally

♡ the creature laughs , " No .. I'm a Coyote , my name is absinthe, but you can call me mate. Now, despite what you think and all those little thoughts racing in your head, " he says, pausing for a second. He crouched down and continued,"I'm not gonna hurt cha, but I will punish you if you dare leave the den. Alright?"

♡ you instinctively nod , not knowing if arguing would get you killed . Absinthe smiles, his tail thumping on the ground. He gets so excited he practically tackles you and forces you to cuddle him.

♡ after about 30 minutes, you started to fall asleep, your adrenaline gone. You were stuck in absinthes arms ,his muzzle resting on top of your head as you both drifted off.... maybe it won't be so bad