#female kidnapper

[adgp35]

The Wonder of Duct Tape

Elizabeth Sachs, kidnapper, cat burglar and occasional freelance industrial spy, breathed a sigh of relief as she stood up after she had placed several strips of duct tape over the mouth of Adam, who until then had filled the room with the sound of his whingeing, begging and pleading. “I’m not sure who it was, or when, that saw the potential of duct tape to shut up irritating prisoners!” she said to herself with satisfaction as her hogcuffed victim writhed on the ground, “mmmmphing” helplessly, “but it sure was a genius discovery!”

Elizabeth wandered over to the TV, stepping over Adam as she did so. “Now to watch Killers in peace!” she smiled, placing her gun on the table next to the sofa after clicking the screen into life with the remote. Adam continued to grunt feebly. The female kidnapper looked over her shoulder at the young playboy. “Save your voice for the video, sweetheart,” she advised and turned up the TV volume.

My interpretation of the story behind another example of ira9087’s marvellous fm bondage digital art. He used to post on Deviant Art.

[submission4]

The Kidnapper

“Ssssshh!!” Cynthia ordered Robbie, quickly handgagging her bound captive. “Are you expecting company??”

“Mmmph, Mmmph, mmmph!” replied Robbie hopelessly.

[hbfmguy2]

One More for the Collection

Unfortunately I have had to crop this illustration to make it displayable on Tumblr, but I hope the basic depiction of a professional female kidnapper on the hunt for victims still comes across. I love the look of eager anticipation on the face of this leather-gloved beauty. Harold manages to convey both her excitement and scariness as she closes in on an oblivious male taking a shower.

[dmitriene]

living with kidnapper könig, you fear of him, even though you know you'll never get out, seeing the dark, tall forest that surrounds the small, wooden cabin in which he keeps you, the only reminder of the world outside is your ability to look through the frosted glass window, you still run away from him like a little rabbit.

hiding from him in all corners of the rooms, curling up and imagining that neither he nor you are here, poisoning your head with hopes of salvation, even when könig finds you again and again, pulling you into his strong, beefy arms, stroking you on the head like a cute, docile pet and cooing that he was looking for you everywhere.

you don't know why he doesn't hurt you, doesn't beats you, doesn't humiliate you, doesn't break you, he treats you like something tiny and weak, behaving as if you couldn't cope without his help, in feeding, in changing, in washing, even if you allow your arms and legs to twitch in response to his touch, hitting him, könig only bends and kisses your feet, asking if you hurt yourself, schatz.

he wants to have something of his own, forever his own, to the point of greedy trembling in his fingers when he strokes your soft, innocent body, clean, covered only with his quivering, sloppy kisses with which he wears down every part of your skin, under your teary, glossed eyes, over each of your moles, each bone, over something so intimate like your clothed pussy.

you shouldn't let him touch you there, slobber like a mutt over your panties, now embarrassingly sticky with his drool and your seeping slick, sticking to your puffy, fluttering folds when könig spreads them with a tip of his fat, lolled tongue, slurping wetly, making your supple thighs squirm, squeeze around his head, pulling a pleased rumble from his throat.

könig can't make you moan, but he does, making your vocal chords sing song squeaky, syrupy keens when your tummy cramps, heaves with this intense, fizzing heat that makes you tremble, toes curling, twitching, as you hiccup strained cries while gushing in your panties, letting him taste it, get addicted to your sweet sounds and viscous slick.

shouldn't end up bundled in his predatory, pawing grasp, but you're still here, huddled against his burly chest, while he kisses those glistening, thin streaks of tears that wet your warm cheeks, rough thumb rubbing round circles over your hip bone, as könig soothes you with hoarse words of praise, building a shaky foundation of trust, while you slowly doze off.

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[bixels]

vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one ☝️ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.

[themochiverse]

Lost | JJK

➳ Pairing: yandere!kidnapper!jk x kidnapped!fem!reader

➳ Genre: Yandere, Angst

➳ Warnings: Swearing, kidnapped reader, jungkook is a bit violent to the reader, implied stalking, implied past assaults, Dub-con/Non-Con kissing and touching, Jungkook degrades the reader, drugging (sleeping pills), implied overdose to kill, suicidal thoughts, hair pulling, and scratches...

➳ Synopsis: When you try to escape from your captor's home one more time, there's always this feeling of lostness, and you don't know why but always feel lost. Lost in thoughts, lost in false hope, and lost in the woods with him.

➳ Word Count: 3k+

➳ Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

Lost ©Copyright -2024- themochiverse - All Rights Reserved

No part of the story can be copied, reproduced, redistributed or transformed into any other form. Meaning no photocopying, recording whether written or electrically. No methods are allowed that use anything from this fic. This follows in the permitted Copyright Law. All images and/or gifs go to their rightful owners.

A/N: Finally wrote something in a while, hope you guys like it :)) Also please don't read if you feel uncomfortable, warnings have been listed above.

Taglist; @minshookie29 @6tslovr @proflyndo @pinkcherrybombs @papijiminfeed @justanotherstarlightmonger @kittykatfey @princess-sunshyn @jinniesjoon94

The dim light in the room emitted a warm, orangish-yellow glow, enveloping the space as your fingers were scratching the corner of a table. The gentle hue seemed to intensify the temperature, wrapping you in a sultry embrace, and causing beads of sweat to form on your skin. As the light flickered softly, your heart thudded in your chest, the rhythm echoing in the stillness of the room.

You gulped, and your foot impatiently tapped the wooden floorboards and it immediately stopped once you heard his footsteps. Your gaze was fixated on the corner of the table— you didn't want to look up.

You wanted to ignore him, wanted to ignore that bile feeling in your stomach that made you nauseous. His boots stomped across the room, getting closer to you and your fingers intensified the scratching.

Jungkook dipped his head towards your neck, his warm breath gently brushing over your skin, as it sent a shiver down your spine. His hands were tangled in the locks of your hair, and he pulled it gently. He kissed the side of your neck and rested his chin on your head.

"Food's cold."

Your eyes darted to the plate of food he had given you not long ago, and you hadn't touched it since he left for some errands. Normally you would eat the meals he made for you but your mind was eating you up, the constant thought of him possibly knowing you tried to escape last night.

But how would he know? Even if you had slipped a pill into his meal, which knocked him out for about thirty minutes, how would you escape? When you opened the front door the chilly air that hit you caused you to blink several times.

You were free. You finally get to leave.

But as you took the first step outside, your eyes scanned the tall trees that decorated the entire area. Your heart sank. You couldn't get out of this place because you don't know how to.

Where would you go even if you had run deep into the woods? Would you even find a road? A path that could lead you to a sane person? You tried to reason with yourself as you looked back inside. This was your chance to get away from a monster like him, you could report him to the police and go back to your family and friends...

But what if he found you? What if you were lost, and by the time he woke up and figured out you were gone, what would he do? He'd go berserk, and he will find you. You don't know why but you're certain of it. You don't know the woods very well unlike him.

Jungkook knows his way around this deserted place, he's lived in this small cabin for years now, and he held you captive for months now. Of course, he would know, he prepared it just for you. What if you died while trying to escape? What if—

You closed the door as your back rested against it. You were so pathetic, so hopeless.

You stood up and walked up the creaky stairs, entering the bedroom where Jungkook was sleeping on. The effect of the pill even had such good timing that it hit him when he was getting ready for bed with you anyway.

Yet, you wasted it.

A scream was lodged in your throat, and your lips trembled. You hated to cry, but you couldn't help it. The warm tears trailed down your face as you crawled onto the bed.

Kill him.

Your own mind spoke to you, and your breaths shook as you heard your next words.

Go on. Wrap your hands around his neck, and kill him.

Decorate him like a bow on a present, and kiss his lips until you can't breathe anymore.

Your eyes widened when your hands were on his neck. They squeezed the fragile base, and you could feel his pulse. Slow and rhythmic, and it matched the quiet breaths he let out.

You inspected his face, and his hair fell on the top of his eyebrows, his eyelids were shut and his lips were parted open.

He was demented, a cruel person. You won't ever forget the things he did to you, how you felt so humiliated because of him. He took you away from your loved ones just so he could selfishly keep you and show his immense love curated just for you.

But you still couldn't do it.

You pulled your hands away quickly and Jungkook's fingers twitched. There wasn't much time left till he woke up. If you killed him, you would have won and lost at the same time.

You had no idea where you were, and there was no cell reception for you to call anyone. How would you prepare food, and fend for yourself? You don't even know a pathway that could help you to leave this damn forest. What would you do without him? But at least he would be gone.

You sighed and wiped your tears away, and you curled up next to him. You don't know why but your hands automatically reached out to play with his hair until you fell asleep. You don't know why but there was a part of you that didn't want to leave him.

You snapped back into reality once you felt Jungkook slither his arms down your shoulders as he murmured softly.

"Come to the bedroom with me, baby."

You didn't hesitate to follow behind him, and even if you didn't want to come he'd force you to anyway. Jungkook shut the door once you stepped inside the bedroom, and he took off his leather jacket before he put it back on again.

He sat on the edge of the bed and checked out the dress you wore for him. A white mini dress adorned with white laced straps, and the soft, flimsy part stopped on your thighs midway. The embodiment of the outfit hugged your structure beautifully like a doll, and Jungkook couldn't control his growing desire for you.

He patted his lap, and his words came out in a command.

"Sit."

You took a step forward, and Jungkook grabbed your waist, making you sit down on his lap. One arm was wrapped around your waist tightly, and his other hand gripped your chin. Your faces were inches away from each other as Jungkook stared at you intently.

"You wanna tell me something, beautiful?"

Dear god no..

You shook your head at him, watching his lips form into a frown.

"Don't lie to me sweetheart, you know I don't like lying."

His tone had turned serious, and your stomach churned uncomfortably. Jungkook shuffled his arm to get something from his pocket, and he retrieved the item, showing it to you.

"What were these doing under the bed, baby?"

He shook the container filled with sleeping pills, (blue and white) and your fingers dug into his shoulders firmly. Your eyes were filled with terror, and panic flooded in your veins.

Jungkook chuckled at your reaction, and he brought your chin closer to his face. You were forced to stare at him, to look into the eyes that frightened you almost every day, no matter how loving he tried to be.

They were crazed...a look you never wanted to see. His tongue peeked out from his lips, and it traced the silver piercing that was on the flesh of his lips.

"You really think you knocked me out last night?"

Your heart banged against your ribcage, and your breathing increased. He can't know, he can't, he can't, he can't-

"Did you think I wouldn't notice the little act of you wanting to cook for me all of a sudden? Huh?"

Jungkook squeezed your cheeks harshly, and his lips moved against your cheek.

"I wanted to play along. Give you that feeling of being triumphant over something ridiculous. You really are a fool, aren't you?"

Your eyes darted away from his, and your hands were off his shoulders. You yelped softly when you felt him push you even further into him, your chests touching each other as he made sure he held you more securely.

His hand flew to your neck, and he grabbed it roughly, and his nails dug into your skin.

"Eyes on me when I'm fucking talking to you. And don't even think about fighting back." Jungkook's eyes narrowed and darkened as he spoke right against your quivering lips.

Your heart was beating rapidly, and you felt suffocated as if the smoke from a wildfire was in the room. He found out...Jungkook found out.

"When you tried to choke me- honestly...I was surprised. But I knew you didn't have it in you. You wanna know why? It's because you're a fucking pussy, baby. You don't have the guts to kill someone."

A laugh vibrated wholeheartedly from his chest and you felt his cold hand drawing circles on your thigh. He put his lips towards your neck, taking a long inhale before he spoke again.

"You were such a good girl a couple of days ago, what happened to that good little girl who listened to me? Hm?"

You wanted to get out of his grip so bad. Your palms, slick with fear adhered to his shirt like trembling moths ensnared in the silky strands of a spider's web. Your delicate touch betrayed the intensity of your uneasiness with each shuddering breath you took.

Jungkook pulled away from you, a sudden thought coming to his mind. He stops drawing circles on your thighs, and he tilts his head slightly.

"I'm going to give you a chance to run away, okay?"

No.

"Gonna count till...thirty, and you're going to run into those woods as fast as you can."

Stop.

"If I find you..." his hands slide up on the side of your body, arms encircling around your back, "I'm gonna shove these down your pretty little throat, got it?"

Jungkook motioned to the sleeping pill container, sending a wave of goosebumps flying over you, and the hairs on your neck stood as you took a solid gulp. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours before he pulled away. His arms loosened around your back, brushing your hair away from your face. He lowered his forehead against yours, murmuring softly.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

For a moment, you were in a daze, lost in his eyes, captured in them. You didn't want to leave since he was probably messing around with you. You couldn't help but continue to stare at his doe eyes as your reflection glowed inside those dark eyes.

How were you so lost in them? Lost in the eyes of a man who kidnapped you, claiming he loved you. You were lost in your life, alone with no proper companion. Your life was already ruined, and you ached to be loved by someone. That's why he took you because he had a reason, and you didn't have a reason to deny it. You needed someone, and Jungkook claimed that he was the one.

He's observed you before, and you caught his eyes like a hawk once you bumped into him on your way to work. That's why he was able to snatch you on a cold Winter night, and he caught you, his prey, so easily. Why? You were lost, just lost in reality, lost in your depressive thoughts, and lost in love. You were just a poor girl lost in her delusions and wondering if your life would have been different if you had chosen the right decisions. You didn't notice him walking behind you, advancing on you before you could even utter a single scream.

It was an impulse and before you knew it your lips attached to Jungkook's moving ones. You grabbed onto his shirt, kissing him with soft movements.

Kissing him till you couldn't breathe anymore.

His hand was tangled in your hair and he pulled you closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. It was like Jungkook got the message, you wanted some hope, false hope to be exact. His tongue prodded at your lips before it slipped inside, and your body was growing hot as you both made out.

You almost let out a whine when he sucked and nipped on your bottom lip before he pulled away. You watched the way his chest rose and fell before a breathy laugh escaped his lips. His eyes scanned your face, and Jungkook grinned. He brought his hand to your face, wiping fresh tears off your face.

You were crying? Of course, just lost again but lost with him in an intimate moment.

He cupped your face, and his head beckoned to the door.

"Still haven't finished yet, baby, I'm close to twenty, you sure you don't wanna run now?"

You let out a quiet sniffle, getting off of him and once you left the room you sprinted down the stairs. You didn't bother to put your shoes on as you ran into the woods, your white socks already muddied. You ran and ran, and this time you noticed yourself crying. Why has your life turned into this? Why did you kiss him?

Your body shook with each step you took and each shuddering breath made you want to give up. It was completely dark, and the tall trees engulfed the entire area. There was barely any light, how were you even going to get away from him? The wind blew harshly over your face as you slowed down, stopping at a trail that seemed endless.

You wanted to laugh, but why did you even attempt to escape yesterday? Why did you even think about escaping in the first place? You know what happens, Jungkook has taught you several times but you just don't stop. Your life was shitty, your family disowned you because you were a disappointment to them. Your friends were toxic and fake, and you were alone. And you hated that.

Is that why you kissed him?

You kissed him because he was the only person who knew what your life was like, you kissed him because you were scared or maybe you kissed him because you were lost in the emotions you felt about him, and about yourself. There were moments when you were sad, and the next when you felt angry, rebellious, hopeless, irritated and lost.

Just run.

Just fucking run and stop thinking.

You're getting lost in your thoughts again, and he was going to catch you if you didn't stop now.

So you ran, and your heart was throbbing in your ears. Twigs snapped, birds cawed and for a second you thought you heard Jungkook.

You could hear another set of footsteps behind you, and the realisation dawned upon you. He's right behind you. You forced yourself to run even faster, ignoring the cuts that were plastered on your skin. You were running out of breath and your legs wobbled, they began to ache. You can't give up when you've come this far.

You can hear him getting closer to you. When you looked up straight ahead, there was a faint light that glowed uphill. A light! It could be a car, a home, or somebody. You bit your lip as you tried to go uphill, the pain in your feet grew as you stepped on sharp twigs and debris, desperately trying to climb up. You squinted your eyes to see a road, and your hope grew instantly.

You could leave, you could find someone and call for help, you could finally get away from him—

Jungkook's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. A scream erupted from your throat, and you thrashed in his hold.

No— you were right there, you were about to escape.

A sob broke from your lips as you kicked your legs, doing anything to get out of his hold. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear, his hold on you tightening.

"Shh," his voice didn't soothe whatever you felt right now, "if you fight me back, I swear I'll make it worse for you."

The threat hung in the air, and it immediately made you stop your movements. Jungkook pushed you down to the forest floor, the wet soil coated your white dress, and this time the scratches stung even more.

"I was going to take you back, but look how far you made it. Almost made it out of here." A smirk formed on his lips as he took out the sleeping pill container.

"How does three sound?"

His words were a blur to your ears as you stared into the far distance. The light was still glowing brightly and soon a car drove by. You sobbed and your nails dug into the ground. Just a bit more time and you would've been free.

You felt the back of your head yanked up, and Jungkook's hand tugged your hair as you glared at him with furious eyes.

Jungkook whistled, smiling as he popped open the container.

"Don't look at me like that, you should have left the moment I started to count."

Your eyes fell to the water bottle next to him and that's when it hit you. Jungkook giggled at your reaction as he unscrewed the lid on the bottle.

"Came prepared because I knew my girl would get lost in these woods pretty fast, and far."

One hand gripped your jaw, and Jungkook pushed the pills inside your mouth. And he gave the bottle to you.

He wanted you to do it because he knew that you knew you lost. Your hands squeezed the bottle, and you brought it to your lips before chugging a good amount to swallow the pills.

"Did you say three?"

You asked him with a hopeless look.

"I lied," he said, watching you with a gleam on his face, "and gave you two instead because I don't want to kill you."

You wanted to laugh at that, maybe you should have just taken three. The effects soon hit you, and your eyes became sluggish, and your eyes blurred with tears. You lost your grip on the floor, and Jungkook swooped you into his arms effortlessly. His face was blurred as he was taking you back to the cabin. Just before your body shut down, right before your tears escaped and your eyes closed, Jungkook murmured to himself quietly, and a mixed feeling of hope and happiness washed over him.

"You're lost again, baby."

[yander-city]

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Yandere husband/kidnapper

Pyriv Falor

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Proceed…?

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Name:

Pyriv Falor

Appearance:

Dark reddish-blonde (HAIR)

Light hazel (EYES)

Light-medium tan with olive undertone (SKIN)

Occupation:

Management consultant

Age:

[UNSPECIFIED]

Known family:

Dahlia Falor (MOTHER)

Alejandro Falor (FATHER)

Personality [Host’s experience]:

“Pyriv is astonishingly normal on the surface, I had no choice but to scan his storyline to spot any proper reason as to why we should've admitted him. It's bold of me to declare that this is one of the worst cases I've laid eyes upon since [REDACTED]. This location makes an adequate home for him, he lives normally among everyone else as a proper citizen, unfortunately, I just can't shake the information I read from my mind…”

Found background:

According to the background check, there are no signs of Pyriv having a troubling childhood. He grew up in a loving household, with loving parents who care about him. The only “troubling” thing we could find is how attached his parents were to each other, causing Pyriv to see things he shouldn't have.

What had caused Pyriv to be the disturbing individual he is now? Speaking with uncertainty, it could have been exposure to excessively adult content and speech as a teenager. There is little evidence proving this.

To the present day, Pyriv is forcefully your husband.

Trivia:

Pyriv frequently works from home, only attending work in person if absolutely necessary.

Pyriv is a dominating and physically threatening person, he attempts to remain kind and soft to ensure your trust. But everyone has their limits.

Pyriv craves a traditional family life, double the amount of children.

More information will be implemented…

Feel free to ask questions…

[risilence]

You're telling me there was a whole event with her in it?!?!?

😭😭😭 Why has she been the only sinner who has gotten mad on our behalf??? (I say extremely loosely lol 🥹)

I've never wanted to runaway with a sinner more 🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️🏃‍♀️‍➡️ I surrounder Du Ruo... take me!

[elliewlums]

kidnapper!eddie who duct-tapes your hands and feet and just one sliver of tape across your trembling lips. kidnapper!eddie who kisses you over the duct-tape and smiles even as your muffled sobs reach his ears and tears pool and lift the corners of the gray sticky tape. kidnapper!eddie who treats you like the love of his life: bathes you, feeds you, keeps you in his basement (you know, normal things). kidnapper!eddie who eventually breaks you down into nothing and remoulds you as his perfect little stockholm princess. kidnapper!eddie who conditions you to be so reliant on him you inevitably end up with crippling separation anxiety. kidnapper!eddie who lets you sleep in his bed with him every night if you’re well behaved, who tucks you under his arm and lets you play with the ends of his hair and snuggle into his side. kidnapper!eddie who adores you, who fucking loves when you preen under his touch and climb into his lap and cling to him. kidnapper!eddie who shows you off to his depraved friends as his perfect princess, but never lets them lay a hand on you. kidnapper!eddie who coos and holds you tight when you hide behind him at the presence of steve or jonathan or mike. kidnapper!eddie who would never let anyone hurt you— anyone who isn’t himself, anyway.

[soysville]

I've discovered a character archetype that I like, and it's like... "weird middle-aged and older guys who kill folks for reasons they believe are righteous"...? They don't kill out of revenge or anger, but out of the belief that they're saving or improving others. A kind of person you'd never want to meet irl, but you probably wouldn't notice if you did. A subcategory of poor little meowmeow.

They come on a spectrum:

("Righteous" is a bit flimsy in Hannibal's case, but an argument can be made. More importantly: I like him.)

[hanzajesthanza]

combining (one of my) favorite short story with (some of my) favorite characters ❤️

[dmitriene]

previous

kidnapper könig trying to feed you, he does, and even cooks everything himself, but it's doesn't matter to you at all, when you avoid him in this small cabin, hiding in the room when he's calling you to eat, fearing, knowing he's going to poison you, or drug to use, even through he's not, taking a spoon to show you that the food is good and you have nothing to fear.

yet, you almost starve yourself, not accepting either homemade meals or buyed one's, walking around sluggish and weaker than you looked before to his eyes, drinking some water and eating a bits of fruits here and there, the only things you sure in them, but nothing more, seeing how his eyes droop down in childlike resentment when you refuse his offers to cook something fresh for you.

it's a big way for you to accept his feeding, or the starve talking in your belly, yowling at you when you catch a whiff of the hearty, mouthwatering stew he was cooking, enough to make you paddle out of the bedroom to check at the smell, even through you hate the amused creases around his eyes you see, lined deep in his skin, as he croons for you to come closer, have a taste, kleiner hase.

eventually, you do, and it's the best food you ever tried, rich and flavorful, the meat is soft and appetizing, neatly sliced and carefully cooked to make it easier for you to eat, along with the cubs of melting, tasty potatoes, as you hum and devour spoon after spoon, warming your belly, too lost in the taste to see the pleased, giddy glint in könig's glacial, sparkling eyes, as he watches you.

it's only then, when you ate two bowls, that you ask what about him, a silly, innocent question that tugs at his thrumming heart, as he scoops you up on the wooden table, brushing the bowls aside, even through your little, squeaky protests that eventually die on your tongue when he thumbs a calloused touch over your panties.

pressing against the pudgy, small bud of your clit, hidden there against your puffy, clenching folds, soaking your cotton panties with little drops of slick, reacting to his touch, to the way könig throws his hood back from his face to nudge against your clothed pussy, nuzzling his nose right where you drip, licking teasingly, before he smiles lopsidedly, humming that his meal gleich da ist, hase.

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[yander-city]

Welcome to Yander-City.

Salutations, I am Host.

I will be assisting you in discovering the residents of this city, along with their personalities and background. Unfortunately, all the residents are (and will stay) male for a female audience.

Who knows what you may find.

I present to you, the list of locals:

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Current residents…

Will Vellion • Yandere waiter

Quin Dahl • Yandere mafia boss

Pyriv Falor • Yandere husband/kidnapper

Lazarus Seltzar • Yandere cult leader

Emmanuel Levlon • Yandere friend/stalker

Louis Martinez • Yandere coworker

Nolan Delvon • Yandere camp counselor

Kyiv Solheim • Yandere villain

Victor Hallandale • Yandere soulmate

Solitaire Celsior • Yandere croupier

Kyle Lakasier • Yandere classmate/roommate

[animationismycomfort]

I hate them so much I swear to god

(waste of material honestly)

[angellyslion]

Quand un enfant meurt kidnappe en un d'une autre dimension Chapitre 1

Tony Stark, le dirigeant de la terre-2666616, depuis deux ans cherche une manière de ramener son précieux fils à la maison. Son enfant a été leur petit lumière et la personne qui maintenait tout le monde ensemble. Il était leur boussole morale.

La personne la plus douce et gentille qu'il connaît. Il avait un coeur en or. Il l'a trouvé, un soir d'hiver dans la rue. Ses vêtements été abîmé et sale. Il avait des contusions et des cicatrices sur tout son corps . Il l'a ramener à la tour. Bruce l'a examiné et soigné. Ils ont découvert que sa tante était abusive et l'avait mit dehors suite à la mort de son oncle. Sans aucune hésitation, le groupe a adopté l'enfant.

« Boss, nous avons trouvé une dimension compatible ! Dans cet univers, il y a quelques changements. Pour commencer le plus gros changement Peter sera Pénélope. Elle n'a pas de pouvoir et elle sera plus jeune, si les informations son correcte elle aura douze ans. Les Avengers de son monde sont morts ou à la retraite. Ils ne vous empêcheront pas de récupérer l'enfant. Nous ignorons si sa tante l'a traité de la même manière cependant.

- Parfait, sa tante ne sera pas un problème à traiter ! Je vais prévenir les autres de cette avancée ! Tony Stark connu sous le nom de Superior Ironman cconvoque une réunion d'urgence des Avengers.

- Si j'ai rassemblé tout le monde, j'ai une bonne nouvelle ! Vous savez que j'ai essayé de trouver un monde compatible au notre ?

- Oui !

- Mon équipe en a trouvé un. Il y a quelques différences, notamment que dans cet univers Peter n'existe pas mais Pénélope si. Elle sera plus jeune que notre Peter et elle n'aura pas de pouvoir.

- Tu veux remplacer notre enfant ?! Crie Bucky.

- Non, personne ne remplacera Pete. Depuis sa disparition, nous sommes tous misérable. Nous ne passons plus de temps ensemble. Chacun fait ce qu'il veut Et je me suis dis si nous il nous manque un Pete peut-être que là-bas, il y en a un qui a besoin de nous, qui n'a pas ses Avengers qui prennent soins de lui

- Tony a raison. Et si nous accueillons une fille, les choses vont être différentes.

- Stephen serait-il possible que tu modifies la mémoire de tout le monde pour faire croire que nous avons toujours eu une fille depuis que nous l'avons adopté, il y a deux ans ? S'ils remarquent que nous avons un deuxième enfant des questions seront posés et je n'ai pas envie d'expliquer le pourquoi du pourquoi.

- Bien sûr, j'aurai juste besoin de voir à quoi elle ressemble avant de lancer le sort.

- Parfait !

- Nous allons préparer sa chambre aujourd'hui. Et demain un volontaire et moi irons la récupérer.

- Tu veux prendre quelle chambre ?

- Celle qui est à côté de Peter ! Pour l'instant, personne ne touche à la chambre de Pete. Nat et Wanda, je vous confie la tâche de lui acheter des vêtements et ce qu'il faut pour une jeune adolescente de douze ans, bien entendu vous avez un budget ilimité !

- Bien sûr Tony ! Une fois que tout le monde ai vaqué à ses occupations. Tony murmure pour lui-même devant la vue de New-York qui s'étendait devant lui baigné par la lumière du soleil levant.

- Bientôt tout reviendra comme avant. J'ai hâte de te récupérer mon enfant bien-aimé ! Je ne ferai pas les mêmes erreurs deux fois. Je te donnerai le monde sur un plateau d'argent si tu me le demande ! JARVIS !

- Oui Monsieur ?

- Quand Pénélope sera ici, réactive tout les programmes de protection ! J'en rajouterai une fois qu'elle sera installée en fonction de comment elle est et réagi à sa nouvelle vie.

- Bien patron !

- Merci JARVIS.

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Le lendemain matin, Tony et Bucky se tiennent devant le portail en direction de la terre 616.

- Buck prêt à récupérer notre enfant ?

- Oui j'ai hâte de l'avoir dans mes bras !

- Bientôt, très bientôt, elle sera avec nous ! Et cette fois-ci rien ne nous l'enleverra !

Le duo traverse le portail.

Chapitre suivant ->

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I never thought to look. This is fascinating and tells you how fucked up male dominated (patriarchal) society is towards women. I don’t understand why there is such a power imbalance in today’s society.

Broke:

Belle has Stockholm syndrome because she falls in love with the Beast, her kidnapper.

Woke:

Stockholm syndrome was coined to slander a woman who had been in a hostage situation but openly criticized the poor police response which recklessly put her in more danger and escalated the violence. She was then belittled and discredited publically by the police for this.

So. Yeah. Maybe Belle does have Stockholm syndrome actually.