#theme: stockholm syndrome

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ITOSHI SAE X FEM! READER

Yandere! itoshi sae, stranger to.. lover?, possessive behavior, kidnapping, age gap (6 years) , kinda ooc sae (not kinda tho), Weird Reader, Sae and Reader (not) literally the same but with different fonts. I'm sorry if it's weird, English is not my first language.

You were just an ordinary girl who, for some inexplicable reason, suddenly found yourself in.. a misfortune

Words count: 5531

Actually i'm just lazy to made it into chapters so this is the whole things.

Oh, and there's bonus chapter link in the end. I hope you liked it!

My writings

• Day One

On the first day you were kidnapped, you were angry, rebellious, terrified, and cried. You did everything you could to escape—breaking a window and running as far as possible from the house in the middle of the forest, even trying to ride the kidnapper’s motorcycle. But nothing worked.

The kidnapper, who introduced himself as Itoshi Sae, simply stood watching you with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His gaze was calm, as if he knew you couldn’t escape him.

Like now, your leg had been shot with a rifle, and you fell off the motorcycle. Your head felt dizzy, and soon after, you heard footsteps approaching. His tall figure stopped in front of you, and then he knelt down to pick you up.

“It’s only the first day, but you’re quite persistent, aren’t you?”

You felt your vision darken as his words faded.

---

• Day Seven

“Open your mouth,” he said. You glared at him in annoyance but still complied. At the moment, you were sitting on a sofa in the living room.

Because of the gunshot wound in your leg, you couldn’t go anywhere or do anything by yourself, not even bathe without his help.

He was feeding you lunch. It had been seven days since you were confined in this luxurious house in the middle of the forest, and you were starting to give up. He truly intended to kidnap and trap you here. Sometimes you wondered—how did he prepare everything so perfectly? Especially since you’d never met this man before.

Lost in thought, reflecting on the bizarre events that had unfolded, you noticed Sae’s calm gaze fixed on you. He continued feeding you until the plate was empty.

“Sae,” you called. He raised an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“I… have a question.”

There was silence for a moment before you heard a sigh.

“What?”

You swallowed hard, feeling both scared and nervous.

“W-why did you kidnap me?”

Silence. Again, no answer for several moments. But then you felt his cold hand lift your chin, forcing you to look into his teal eyes, which were, annoyingly, stunningly beautiful.

“Because I… love you.”

You froze at his words. You couldn’t believe what you just heard—it didn’t make sense.

• Day 30

Your leg was starting to heal, but you still couldn’t walk unaided. Sae continued helping you walk, and not just that—he helped you eat, drink, bathe, and everything else.

You felt frustrated. You had tried everything to get information about your whereabouts, but Sae seemed to know your intentions and kept his lips sealed whenever you asked.

For 30 days, your life here had been relatively normal—except for being shot in the leg when you tried to escape. You ate, watched TV, and read comics. Somehow, he knew you liked reading, as the house had a large library filled with novels and comics you loved.

Sae never did anything inappropriate to you. Maybe… not yet? You weren’t sure. Even when he bathed you, he didn’t try anything. He genuinely just bathed you, and you weren’t thinking about this because you wanted him to touch you, okay?

---

"(Name)," Sae’s deep voice called from behind the library door. You put your book down and replied, "Yes? I’m here." You waved your hand. Since you couldn’t walk to him, Sae approached you and sat beside you.

You looked at him curiously. “What’s wrong? This is unusual.”

“In two weeks, I’ll be leav–”

“For where?” you cut him off, feeling panicked. Where would he go? Was he leaving you? Alone? Why did you care?

“Only for three days,” he said. You sighed in relief.

Sae then looked at you intently. “Three days.”

• Day 44

Today was the first day Sae left you alone. He left plenty of supplies and even gave you a phone! Though it could only be used to call or text him, it was still exciting.

After spending so much time here, you began to learn things about Sae. He was a soccer player—actually, a world-class soccer player. That shocked you. Sure, he had muscles and good looks, but you had assumed he was a model, not an athlete.

How did you find out? In the library, you came across a thin biography with Sae’s full name on the cover.

You learned he was 24 years old, six years older than you, and had a younger brother named Itoshi Rin. He was also the eldest sibling, just like you. Reading his biography made you miss your family. Weren’t they looking for you?

Your phone rang, breaking your thoughts. Without looking, you already knew who was calling.

“Yes, Sae?”

There was silence on the other end. You raised an eyebrow.

“Sae—”

“Yes, hold on,” Sae interrupted. You sighed in relief, thinking something might be wrong.

“What is it?” you asked again. He cleared his throat.

“Talk to me,” he said.

Talk? You were confused. He was the one who called, so why did he want you to talk?

“Uh… what are you doing?” you asked spontaneously.

“Training.”

Practice, he said. You nodded, even though you knew Sae couldn’t see your nod.

"I saw in your biography, you… are a soccer player, right?"

"Yes."

You sighed hearing Sae's answer. Why did he always answer your questions so briefly? You felt annoyed.

"So… are you done with practice?"

Tutt.. tutt..

"What? Did he hang up?" You sighed roughly, confused and feeling more annoyed. How could he be like this?

• Day 46

After the strange incident of Sae calling you on the first day he left you alone, he never called again. Right now, you were lying on your bed—along with Sae—and you were bored! You were tired of reading the comics and novels Sae had prepared for you.

A while later, you suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. You sat up. Did Sae finally return? You got off the bed and went outside your room, smiling when you saw Sae.

"Sae!" You ran—well, walked quickly because your leg was still injured—toward him, then stopped just a few steps away. Sae, as usual, just stared at you calmly. He then patted your head without saying anything.

Then, he walked past you and placed his bag on the sofa before sitting down. He looked at you and patted the sofa beside him.

You understood what he meant and sat down next to him.

"Why didn’t you escape?" Sae asked, his gaze serious. You stared at him with a confused look.

What’s wrong with this person? You thought. Was he so exhausted that he was thinking of something… unreasonable?

"How could I escape? I don’t even know where I am, and I know you’ve set up many traps outside."

"You’re smarter than I thought," Sae said, and you glared at him, feeling offended.

"If I were stupid, I would have been killed by you a long time ago." Sae fell silent, seeming to agree with your response.

"Do you know how long you’ve been here?" Sae asked, still staring at you with his annoying gaze.

"Of course, I’ve been counting." Sae raised an eyebrow when he heard your answer. He seemed more interested in this topic.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, today is day 46, right?" Sae nodded, then smiled.

"Tomorrow, we’ll go somewhere else."

• Day 47

You were on a plane.

You touched the window, marveling at the view. Although you’d flown before—since your mother wasn’t Japanese—it was your first time in business class.

The cabin was eerily empty. It was just you and Sae. Had he booked the entire section just to hide you?

“Sit still,” Sae’s deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You adjusted your posture and turned to him.

“Where are we going?”

“To Madrid. Didn’t you hear at the airport?”

You nodded sheepishly. You had forgotten.

“Sae,” you started.

“Hm?”

“Do you… know everything about me?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

“Why would I lie?”

You rolled your eyes, frustrated by his bluntness.

“How old am I?”

“Eighteen.”

He was right.

“When’s my birthday?”

“January xx, 2006.”

You froze. How did he know that?

“What’s your favorite food? Katsu curry. Favorite colors? Sky blue and pastel pink. You have one younger brother. Your mother is from (country). You go to XXX High School. Your blood type is AB. You had a crush on a classmate who already has a girlfriend—”

“Okay, stop!” you interrupted, overwhelmed. How did he know all this?

“How… how long have you been stalking me?”

“Since I was 18,” he replied casually.

You widened your eyes. That meant since you were 12.

“Are you a pedophile?”

"How ridiculous," Sae replied, clearly offended.

"But you liked me since you were 18? When you were 18, I was only... 12 years old," you pointed out.

"...I'm not a pedophile," Sae said, his tone firm.

You sighed, exasperated by his defensive response.

"But why do you like me? I don’t remember ever meeting you. From what I read in your biography, you never lived anywhere near where I’ve been."

You swallowed nervously. It was a question you’d asked him many times, but Sae never seemed willing to give a proper answer.

He fell silent for a moment, as if deciding whether to tell you or not. After a few long minutes, he reached out and gently touched the scar on the back of your neck. Your eyes widened in shock. He even knows about that?

"Do you remember?" Sae asked softly.

You shook your head, confused.

"You saved me that day, (Name)," he said quietly.

• Day 48

You sit in a luxury hotel couch in Madrid, gazing out the window at the unfamiliar yet breathtaking city. Sae is in the bathroom, and you finally get a moment to yourself—even though you know it won’t last long.

Sae's words on the plane keep swirling in your mind. "You saved me back then." But how? When? Why can’t you remember?

You massage your temples, trying to connect all the pieces of your life that suddenly changed ever since he kidnapped you.

The bathroom door opens, and Sae steps out with wet hair, a plain white T-shirt clinging to his muscular body. He glances at you briefly before sitting on the sofa beside you.

"Still thinking about it?" he asks bluntly.

"Of course. I don’t even know what really happened. How could I have saved you when I don’t even know you?"

Sae leans back on the sofa, his teal eyes staring at you sharply yet calmly. "It happened when I was 18. I was in Japan for a junior tournament. That night... I had a little accident near a rural road. I fell off my bike."

You fall silent, trying to remember something relevant.

"I could barely move, and people walked by without caring. But you... a little girl with a school bag, ran up to me. You gave me water from your bottle, called someone to help me."

You furrow your brows, and slowly, a vague memory starts to resurface. A teenager with a wound on his leg, blood on the side of his head, and you, panicking, calling for an ambulance. It was him.

"That was you?" you ask, almost in disbelief.

Sae nods slowly, no expression on his face. "Since then, I kept looking for you. I wanted to know who you were and why you helped me so easily. I thought it was just gratitude, but it was more than that."

A chill runs through you. Does that mean ever since that moment, he decided to learn everything about you? Kidnap you?

"But that’s crazy, Sae. You kidnapped me and think that’s normal?"

He moves closer, lifting your chin so you look into his eyes. "I don’t care what you think. I love you, i will make sure you stay by my side. No one can take you from me."

His cold tone makes it hard for you to breathe. Yet, you can’t look away from his teal eyes, full of determination.

"And if I say I can’t love you back?" you challenge, trying to stay calm.

Sae gives a small smile, but it’s not warm. "You don’t have a choice, (Name)."

What are you really facing now?

---

• Day 50

Two days have passed since you arrived in Madrid, and your routine with Sae hasn't changed much. However, your feelings are starting to shift—not entirely hatred, but far from comfort. There’s something about the way Sae watches you, the way he treats you so carefully, that confuses you.

Today, you’re at the stadium where Sae is training. You sit in the VIP stands, surrounded by luxury that makes you uncomfortable. The stadium is empty, with only a few staff members busy on the field.

Sae, in his training jersey, is running on the field. You watch his movements, how he looks so focused and professional—as if this world is his. You can’t deny that he looks incredibly handsome, but you quickly shake your head, trying to erase that thought.

When practice ends, Sae walks toward you. A towel hangs around his neck, and his face is slightly damp with sweat. He sits beside you, placing a water bottle on the small table.

"Did you enjoy the practice?" he asks flatly, as usual.

"I thought you didn’t care about what I think," you reply, trying not to be intimidated.

Sae glances at you, the corner of his lips curling up slightly. "I care, but I don’t need validation from you."

You sigh and turn your face away. "Why did you bring me here? Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to leave me in Japan?"

Sae looks straight ahead, his voice cold but full of resolve. "I don’t trust the world to keep you safe. You’re only safe when you’re near me."

"Don’t you realize how crazy that sounds?" you ask, your voice rising.

He turns to face you, his eyes full of intensity. "Crazy or not, I won’t take the risk of losing you. I don’t care how you see me, (Name). What matters is that you’re here, with me."

You sighs, feeling frustrated and confused. But before you can respond, Sae touches your hand—something he rarely does. His touch is cold but not intimidating.

"You might think I’m a monster, but I’ll never hurt you, (Name). I just want you to be safe."

Those words make you pause. There’s sincerity in his tone that’s hard to ignore. But still, it doesn’t erase the fact that he kidnapped you, trapped you, and now brought you to a foreign country.

"Safe? You think safe means locking me up like a bird in a golden cage?" you ask sarcastically.

Sae doesn’t answer. Instead, he stands up and walks away, leaving you alone in the stands.

• Evening

You’re sitting in your hotel room, staring at the phone in your hand. The phone only has one contact: Sae. You try to find a way out, trying to make use of the situation. If only you could contact someone, anyone...

Think. Is there a way out of this? But the longer you think about it, the clearer it becomes that Sae has planned everything carefully. There’s no easy way out.

Your phone suddenly vibrates. Sae’s name appears on the screen. You quickly pick it up.

"What is it?" you ask coldly.

"I’m in the dining room. Come here," he says without pleasantries, then hangs up.

Reluctantly, you leave your room and head to the hotel dining room. Sae is sitting at the table, with food already served.

"Sit," he orders.

You obey, too tired to resist. Sae looks at you while resting his chin on his hand.

"Starting tomorrow, you’ll go out with me," he suddenly says.

You stare at him, surprised. "Go out? You mean... outside the hotel?"

He nods. "I can’t always watch you up close, but I want you to get used to being near me in public. You’re mine, and I want the world to know that."

His words make you uncomfortable. But before you can respond, he adds, "But don’t misunderstand. I won’t let you go."

You bite your lip, holding back the urge to snap. Sae continues to look at you with a cold yet intense gaze, as if he has already planned everything ahead.

And deep down, you know—this game is far from over.

• Day 51

That morning, you feel anxious even though there’s no clear reason for it. Sae has decided to take you out of the hotel, and while that might seem like a small freedom, you know he’s watching every move you make with intense scrutiny.

You sit on the sofa, staring out the slightly open window of your hotel room. Outside, Madrid looks busy, filled with people who never know about your feelings right now, about the crazy situation you’re in. It almost seems impossible to believe this is your life now.

Your phone vibrates again, startling you. It’s a message from Sae: I’m waiting for you in the lobby.

You sigh and stand up, feeling a bit sluggish, but you know delaying it will only make him more frustrated. Slowly, you leave the room and head to the lobby.

Sae is standing there, dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit. His eyes are on you, and this time, his smile doesn’t look like his usual one—it’s a smile that holds something deeper, perhaps pride.

"We’re going to the city center," he says calmly, "don’t talk too much, and stay close to me."

You nod slightly, though your mind is occupied with all the possible things that might happen when you go out together. Walking through the crowd with no way out, it’s frightening—especially because you know Sae is watching every movement you make.

---

• Madrid City Center

You feel like the world is watching you. Everyone passing by seems unaware that something isn’t quite right between you and Sae. But inside, there’s an unbearable tension. Sae walks beside you with his usual calm demeanor, and you know he feels it too—the feeling of being trapped.

He leads you to various places: a bookstore, a small café that seems to exist just for people like you. All the while, you try not to show your confusion or fear, even though it’s incredibly difficult.

At the bookstore, you stop by a fiction shelf. Reflexively, you begin scanning the books, trying to find an escape in a different story. But Sae stands behind you, closer than you’re comfortable with. His eyes are watching every movement you make, as though he’s monitoring whether you’ll try to run or not.

"There’s no need to pretend," he says softly, startling you. "You want to leave, don’t you?"

You turn your body and look at him, trying to stay calm even though your heart is racing. "I don’t want anything from here. I just... don’t know what to do."

Sae smiles cynically. "You don’t need to know. You just need to follow what I say."

You hold your breath, your emotions mixed. Is this real? What do you even expect from yourself? An impossible escape or simply acceptance of the fate that has already happened?

He keeps watching, like a predator who knows its prey can’t run anywhere. All of your conversations are just a game—a game where you have no full control.

---

• Evening

After several hours, you return to the hotel. You sit on the sofa again, feeling physically and emotionally exhausted. Sae sits next to you, his body so close you can feel the warmth of his skin.

"How does it feel?" he asks in a low voice, looking at you with an unreadable gaze.

"It feels... strange," you answer honestly. "Like I’m living in a different world. Like I can’t find a way out."

Sae nods slowly. "That’s my goal, (Name). This world is too dangerous for you. That’s why I won’t let you go. I’ll protect you by any means necessary."

You look at him, his head slightly lowered as if searching for something inside you. A moment later, he speaks with a deeper voice, almost like a whisper. "I can’t forget you, (Name). From the moment you helped me, I knew. This isn’t just an obsession. I feel... I need you."

You feel a tightness in your chest. Those words are heavy, and you don’t know how to respond. But there’s something different about Sae in that moment. Something more human, more vulnerable. Maybe this is a side of him he rarely shows.

"Why... why can’t you let me go?" you ask, quieter this time.

Sae looks at you deeply. "Because you’re a part of my life now, (Name). And I won’t let you go."

For the first time, you feel that reality—what he says is not just a threat but also a promise, full of determination. And in that silence, you realize that somehow, someday, you will find a way out—or maybe, you’ll be trapped in the world Sae has made for you.

• Day 52

After that meeting, a night full of confusion and tension, you couldn't sleep. Your mind kept spinning, wondering about so many things that remained unanswered. About Sae, about your increasingly chaotic feelings, and most of all... about your family.

You still clearly remember the face of your mother, the warm smile of your father, and the cheerful laughter of your younger sibling. Thinking about them only made your heart heavier. It’s been more than a month since you were kidnapped, and you don’t know if they’re looking for you, or even if they know what happened to you. Every night, before you fall asleep, you try to calm yourself with the thought that one day, it will all end and you’ll be able to go home.

However, every time you think about asking Sae, you hesitate. You know that any question you ask will probably get an unsatisfying answer, or maybe no answer at all. But that night, you couldn’t hold back your feelings any longer.

You get up from your bed and walk to the living room, where Sae is sitting in his chair, his sharp eyes focused on his phone. You approach him and stand in front of him.

"Sae," you call him in a low voice, strong enough to get his attention, but soft enough not to make him feel threatened.

Sae looks up at you, his eyes unchanged, still sharp and mysterious. "What?"

You swallow nervously, feeling anxious about the question you want to ask. "I... I want to know about my family. Are they looking for me?"

Sae pauses for a moment, and for a few seconds, you feel like he’s considering giving you a more honest answer. But finally, he shrugs indifferently. "I don’t know."

You feel frustrated, wanting to say something, but the words get stuck in your throat. "You must know something, Sae. They... they must be worried. My mom... my dad... my sibling."

Sae stares at you blankly. "They don’t know where you are," he answers flatly, as if it’s no big deal. "You don’t need to worry about them."

"Why?" you almost shout, unable to hold back the emotions building up. "Why are you so calm? They... they’re my family, Sae!"

Sae sighs deeply, as if he’s tired of these questions. "Because they’re not here. And you chose to be here, didn’t you?" he replies in a cold tone.

You stare at him, confused and disappointed. There’s no warmth in his answer, only hopelessness. "But... I didn’t choose this! You kidnapped me, Sae. You brought me here."

He shrugs again, as if he couldn’t care less about the anger you’ve just expressed. "It’s just my way of life, (Name). You can’t change it."

You want to say more, to ask how he can be so calm and not care about your feelings or your family, but you know it won’t change anything. Sae isn’t someone who’s easy to talk to about things like this. His answers are always brief, always avoiding the things that really matter.

You stand there, confused and disappointed, but you know there’s something bigger at play here. Something more complicated than you imagined. Something that makes you feel trapped, and maybe, one day, you’ll find out what it is.

---

• Day 54

You haven’t stopped asking about your family. Every time there’s a chance, you ask again, even though you know the answer won’t be different from before. Sometimes you feel like a fool, asking someone who clearly doesn’t care about giving you the answer you want.

"Don’t you feel worried about them?" you ask again, while Sae is staring at his phone.

Sae doesn’t answer immediately, only shifting his gaze to you. "No."

Of course not. He doesn’t care. You stare at him, feeling like there’s something missing between the two of you. All your feelings about family, about home, about freedom—everything feels farther away, like it’s floating out of your reach.

"Do you know how long I’ve been missing?" you ask, waiting for an answer that might just make you feel more alienated in this world.

Sae doesn’t look at you. "It’s been more than a month. And that won’t change."

You feel like you’re facing an immovable wall. There’s no emotion there, just flat words that make your heart emptier.

"Why won’t you give them a chance to look for me? Why do you keep holding me here?" The question slips out, unplanned.

Sae raises an eyebrow, his eyes still cold. "Because I love you, (Name). And I won’t let anyone take you from me."

Those words hang in the air, and although you’re used to how Sae talks, this time, something feels different. Is it anxiety? Or maybe fear? You’re not sure. But you can feel how dangerous that feeling is for Sae.

"So, you’re going to keep doing this?" you ask, trying to understand what’s going on in his head. "Keep me here, without giving me a chance to go back to my family?"

Sae looks at you deeply, then nods slowly. "I won’t give any chance to anyone who tries to separate us."

You can only stare at him, feeling like even though you keep asking, you won’t get the answer you want. And maybe, in the end, you’ll have to learn to accept this harsh reality—that Sae, with all his obsession and feelings, will never let you go.

• Day 56

Since that conversation, the atmosphere between you and Sae has become more tense. Although he still acts the same, something has changed. Something you can’t quite explain. You feel more trapped than ever, and every day that passes gives you less hope of returning home.

Today, after a few days of no serious conversations, you try asking again, even though you know the answer won’t be different from before.

Sae is sitting at the dining table, folding some papers he just read. You sit across from him, pausing for a moment, trying to find the right words. But eventually, you decide to ask again, even though you know it might trigger tension.

"Sae," you begin, speaking softly but firmly, "Won’t they... my family, won’t they look for me? Doesn’t anyone know where I am?"

Sae lifts his gaze from the paper he folded, looking at you with his usual calm eyes. "No, they don’t know. And it’s better that way."

You feel the anger building up inside you again. "Why? Why won’t you let me go? I want to see them, Sae! I can’t keep living like this!"

Sae’s response comes quickly and flatly. "You’re not going anywhere, (Name). I won’t let you."

But this time, there’s a deeper, firmer tone. It feels like he’s starting to sense the tension between the two of you. However, he doesn’t show any irritation, just determination.

"This isn’t your decision to make," you say, your voice trembling with frustration. "This is my life, Sae. Not yours. I have a family who’s probably looking for me, and you..." you can’t continue. The words feel too painful, but they’re all locked inside your heart, buried deep.

Sae leans back in his chair, staring at you with an empty expression. "I know this is hard for you, but trust me, it’s for the best for both of us."

"The best?" you ask, almost sounding like a joke. "This isn’t for the best, Sae! You don’t understand, do you? You don’t understand what it means to have a family that loves you, who’s probably missing you."

Sae is silent for a few seconds, as if he’s processing your words. Then, with a more serious tone, he replies, "I understand better than you think. But I can’t let you go. I’ve chosen you, (Name). I won’t ever let you go just like that."

You feel almost broken hearing those words. Even though there’s some trust in him, in Sae, who’s always present in his strange way—whether out of fear or the love he has for you—whether it’s real or just obsession—you know, your feelings are very different.

• Day 60

Days go by and each one feels like more pressure. The longer you stay here, the harder it becomes to tell what’s right and what’s wrong. On one hand, you still want to go back to your family, but on the other hand, Sae, in his strange way, has given you so many things. Attention, food, comfort, and also a sense of security—even though it all comes at a very high price.

However, your curiosity doesn’t die down. You keep trying to ask about the past, about Sae, about your family. But Sae always gives ambiguous answers. Sometimes his answers make you feel a little more at ease, but more often, they only add to your confusion.

You approach him again that night, when Sae is staring out the window. You feel it’s time to ask a deeper question.

"Sae..." you start, your voice a bit shaky. "You said you know a lot about me... since I was little."

Sae turns to you, his usual sharp gaze now softer, a little worried. "Yes."

"So... why didn’t you tell me everything? Why didn’t you tell me more about yourself, about our relationship, or even about our past that I can’t remember?"

Sae takes a deep breath, as if trying to choose his words carefully. "There are many things better left forgotten. I just want you to focus on us, not the past."

You feel anger, confusion, and even a little hurt. "But I don’t know who I am! I don’t know who you are! And you always avoid every question I ask!"

Sae stands up and walks closer, looking at you deeply. "We’re going to live this life together, (Name). That’s all that matters. No need to know more. No need to find reasons."

You stare at him, feeling like there’s a growing emptiness between the two of you. Sae might be okay living this way, but you? You can’t just forget your past and your family.

"Can I go back one day? Back home, Sae?" you ask in a weak tone, unsure if he’ll answer honestly.

Sae smiles faintly, and even though it looks like a calming smile, there’s something very dark behind it. "You’re already home, (Name)."

That answer only makes your feelings even more mixed up. You don’t know if it means he really wants to live with you, or if he just wants to trap you in the world he’s made.

But one thing you know for sure, as long as Sae is by your side, you’ll never be truly free.

• Day 62

On Day 62, you start to feel something strange stirring within you. The tension that once existed between you and Sae begins to ease, although it hasn’t completely disappeared. Each day, he continues in his usual calm way, taking you to far places, giving you attention that you can’t deny, making you feel somewhat comfortable. But that comfort comes with an anxiety that never fades. What does Sae really want from you? You’re still confused.

But there’s something odd in your heart. As time passes, your fear begins to fade, and something darker replaces it. Maybe it’s because you’ve been here too long. Maybe it’s because, somehow, you’ve started to feel that the world outside is slowly disappearing.

• Day 64

On Day 64, you wake up in the morning with a vague feeling. Amidst the outside noise and Sae’s usual calm presence, you feel confused. Even when you wonder about your family, you feel farther away from satisfying answers. You don’t even know why you keep asking anymore.

"You look different," Sae says one day, noticing you in deep thought. You just shrug, ignoring the fact that your answers seem to be fading from your mind too.

"I’m fine," you reply flatly.

But deep inside, you know that’s not entirely true. You’ve started to forget many things—the faces you once loved, places you once knew, even the sounds around you that once felt so familiar. All of that is fading, as if Sae has rewritten this world, and you’re just following along.

• Day 78

On Day 78, you spend more time reading the book Sae gave you. You read, but you’re not really paying attention. Every page feels empty, like parts of you are disappearing. There’s no curiosity anymore. What once mattered now feels trivial. What you once wanted now feels distant, and Sae... Sae has already become part of this world.

"Why don’t you try to escape again?" Sae asks one day, as if he knows how weak your desire to escape is.

"Because I don’t know where to go," you answer without emotion. "Maybe, this is my place."

He just nods, seeming satisfied with your answer. You feel like you don’t have any reason to resist anymore. Sae might be right. What else should you be fighting for?

• Day 97

On Day 97, you feel even more distant from your past. Something that once touched your soul seems to have disappeared. The name of your family no longer feels important. You no longer feel anxious or pressured, even though this reality feels strange. Sae is still here, and although you can’t fully understand what he wants, you no longer feel lonely. Somehow, he has become the only person you know.

You sit with him in the living room, watching TV. The atmosphere isn’t so strange anymore. It feels like this is now your routine.

"You never ask about my past," Sae says one time. "Aren’t you curious?"

"You’ve already told me everything I need to know," you reply with a smile that almost doesn’t feel sincere. You feel empty, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother you anymore.

• Day 100

On the 100th day, you finally realized one thing: you’ve forgotten almost everything. The faces of your family, the voices of your friends, even the home that once felt so warm now seemed like a distant memory. Everything about your past self seemed to be fading away.

You sit next to Sae, gazing at the sky, which seemed different, though you no longer think about it. Occasionally, Sae glances at you, as if observing every change in you. You know he’s watching, but you no longer feel anxious. There is no fear within you anymore.

"Do you feel different?" Sae asks gently.

"Yes," you answer softly, looking at your own hands. "I feel... I’ve forgotten so many things."

Sae smiles in a way that’s hard for you to read. "It’s okay. This is your home now."

You nod slowly. Something inside you is gone, and even though it feels strange, you can no longer remember what is missing. Maybe this is the new life— the life Sae has made for you.

And at that moment, you realize, you no longer care.

The end.

This is the bonus chap for the.. explanations??

[limerental]

Tumblr does not do well with interpreting cycle of abuse storylines, they always want there to be a clear victim and a clear abuser, but in the real world things don't work like that

The thing about Mistle/ Ciri is that the reason I think why people are in denial about it or just don’t know how to react to it is that these type of relationships are never depicted in fiction, at least not anymore, due to things like the false belief that women can’t be perpetrators of that type of abuse, or belief that anything other than a sunshine and rainbows depiction of a queer relationship is problematic because “ you can’t have a sapphic character be predatory, queer women have been fighting against that stereotype for years”

I can’t think of any other media that has a toxic noncon relationship between two female characters, and actually do it realistically to how the cycle of abuse works in those types of relationships and not just for fan service or shock value

Tbh I understand the difficulty people have with that aspect of the story. It's uncomfortable and I think intentionally so. If you keep in mind that essentially all of Witcher canon, according to Sapkowski, is intended as a parody of the fantasy genre. He intended to make readers of fantasy uncertain what was going to happen next and to confuse their expectations.

More specifically, he says this in part of his History and fantasy interview:

However, if there was any intention to show the women in this way - and there was - it was caused by the desire to move away from a stereotype, which states that the appearance of a woman in a transparent bra and lace panties in fantasy pursues one goal: to give rest to a warrior, who should treat this woman as an instrument (read: to fuck). So why can't she be a rest for a female warrior? The fact that I depict female characters in such a way does not mean that I am writing caricatures of real people! I parody the canon. A reader who knows fantasy well, after seeing that a lady in an openwork bra and transparent panties appeared in the book, thinks: "Oh! Another minute and! .. "And then - ay-ay-ay - nothing like that !!!

I don't think Sapkowski actively intended Ciri's relationship with Mistle to be some serious, tragic sapphic love story about cycles of abuse, but I certainly don't think he didn't intend that either.

I personally interpret Mistle as a reflection of what Ciri could have been without Geralt and Yennefer (and starts to become with the Rats). A noble-born girl, orphaned and made homeless by the war. All the horrible things that could have happened to Ciri after that do happen to Mistle. And in a way, they happen to Ciri because of Mistle and the Rats.

[bunnykoibito]

You take care of me, spoil me, and give me everything I could ever want

I don't have to worry about anything

I don't even have to think, my head is filled with just you

You occupy my every thought

I don't need anyone else

Why would I ever want to escape the warmth of your love?

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Unhappily Ever After- Chapter 4

Smut* Don't interact if under 18!

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He'd been surprised at her willingness this week to a calm and compliant houseguest. He knew better than to trust her.

Emse had always been smart and several steps ahead. In family meetings she usually already had a plan of action in place before anyone had known what was going on. He’d never been blind to it. 

He knew he was being played by her but…a small part of him that regretted his brother's death deeply..well that part was twisting his desires and grief into an actual attraction for his former sister in law, now wife. 

She was even actively seducing him. He knew she had no choice but to be willing. He also knew that if and when the time came, the real Esme would come back out. 

Feral, passionate and highly intelligent. She'd use her knowledge of him against him and she'd try to outwit him. 

That just made him enjoy this little game more. 

“ I know Esme.” He whispered husky into her open mouth kisses. He’d locked them both into his little black bedroom. She’d been more highly sexed with him, willing. He’d caught however that her eyes were closed now when ever she kissed or fucked him. 

“ Know what Tommy?” She looked up at him as he brushed her thick raven hair from her doll like face. Her lips were swollen from kisses. He never wanted her more. He bent his face down to her level and whispered his heated words into her willing ears. 

“ That when you kiss me, or fuck me, it's not me your seeing eh?” His eyes glittered, the fire from the fireplace reflecting. He’d made sure she was warm, fed and safe even from herself. Yet here she stood, eyes widening like teacup saucers. He’d gotten to her. 

“ That's all I see now Tom, and smell, and ‘ear.” Her soft little voice was like music to his ears. He didn’t want to erase John, but he wanted her to only see him, be with him. It was the ego stroke he wanted. 

“ I almost believe you, Esme. I think. I'm going to tell the family that I tracked you down, your horse threw you and you broke your ankle. Soon, I'll tell them soon.” He stroked his thumb down her face. He could see her lip quivering. He’d given her hope. 

“How will you explain my ring?” She asked cautiously. She glanced down at it. She must be losing track of days or she was over thinking and wearing herself out.  

“Women get married for convenience all the time, Esme. I'll tell them it's convenient. I get a mum for Charlie and your kids, have a Shelby man to raise them up like their da would have, yeah.” He tried to hide his smirk. She was running through his plan looking for holes. It was a solid plan and eventually she would have been forced either by her kin or her circumstances, no matter how smart she was, to remarry. It was just the way the world was in 1925. 

“ Polly won't buy it Tom.” Esme was so sure, and probably right but he’d also considered that. He was loving the fact that Esme was thinking these things through as well. Their minds were blending. 

“ Why's that Esme?” He was falling deeper and deeper into his obsession with her every day they conversed and her brains came out. He adored her mind. 

“ She'll smell the lie like a bloody dog, she will.” Esme pulled away from him a bit and looked around the room. She was trying to pull it all apart. 

“ Is it a lie?” He shook his head. It really wasn’t. “It’s not for me Esme. I married you for those reasons. Besides, even Polly would acknowledge that your kin would marry you off soon. You're still able to breed, care for your kids and do your womanly duties. You’d be bound to someone eh. Why not us?” He had gone over this so much,he believed it. He could make Polly believe it after she tried to smack the devil out of him. It was a shame she’d never been able to do it. 

“She'll forgive us both once there's a baby in your womb,yeah. Lay down for me.” They both knew it was a command. It has been about two weeks now. Close to finding out if laying with her daily had paid off. John and Esme always seemed to be pregnant or holding a newborn. He hoped it was Esme who was fertile. 

She laid on her back watching him like one does with a viper. She knew he could strike at any time. He knew she could too. 

He leaned over her and peppered her back with kisses. She always arched to his touch, well now she did anyway. 

His arms snaked down hers and she grabbed her hand and pinned them above her head. He always pushed a bit to find her boundaries. She’d never take it if she hated it. Esme was not verbally quiet or submissive. 

“Let go now Tom or ill knee you.” Her thigh came up and rubbed his crotch eliciting a moan from him. The pressure increased though as he grinned into her neck. 

“ There you are gypsy girl.” He purred into her ear, arching into her clothed mound. He let go.

“ Let go Esme, let me touch you. I want to please you. “ She shuddered underneath him. Her pupils were blown and her lips parted. She liked that. He pulled back and looked down at her.

Hadn’t John ever pleased her or did they just fuck? 

“Grace had it that good, eh? Explains why she came back.” He tossed his head but couldn’t hide his smirk. She also answered his question. She seemed to enjoy it the few times he’d caught them at home like on Black star day or on Johns desks when he’d walked into the betting shop. 

“You were never asked what you liked?” He studied her. She frowned at him, her lips jutting out. He’d caught her off guard. Great, now the night could go badly. 

“ John liked to be sucked off, yeah?” He watched her face. She was going stiff underneath him. 

“ What are you talking about? Sucked where?” She was genuinely puzzled. He turned his head away and glanced at the fire. He was a little disappointed to hear that. On one hand if he could pleasure her in ways she’d never known….she’d be that much more invested in being with him. It would only be partially selfish. 

“ Back against the headboard girl, I have something to show you.” He raised his eyes brow sternly at her and flicked his finger at her and the tip of the bed. He’d made sure while she scooted back he’d padded up the brass headboard with pillows so she didn’t get unnecessary bruises. He really didn’t want to hurt her. 

“Lift your dress up for me, it's not like I haven't seen it before, scoot down a bit, there.”

“Are you giving me an exam Tom?” She questioned but complied. 

He tossed his head and laughed. She was like medicine for his broken and bruised heart. 

He straddled her and left soft kisses unbuttoning the front of her breast. Esme was soft and full bodied. He enjoyed the pillowing softness of her breast, stomach and hips. He splayed her legs open and looked at her curious face. He had her exposed to him. 

He disappeared under her dress, his head level over her sex.

She moaned like a whore when his tongue flicked over her wetness. His strong calloused fingers digging softly into her hips to keep her in place while he ate her alive. 

“Wha are you doing Tom?” She gasped and wretched underneath him. 

He pulled up and licked his lips.

“Do you want me to stop Esme?” He goaded. He knew the answer from her flushed face and heaving chest. She was enjoying his tongue ministrations. 

“No, get back down there, now.” She fussed and grabbed at his head trying to arrange him back  down. 

He zealously went to work on her. He practically came himself when she’d moaned his name. 

Fucking finally. 

Her Legs finally trembled and gave way to her crashing orgasm. 

He sat back on his feet and admired his work. She was trembling and had laced her hands with his. Her eye contact was lustful and grateful. 

“Now I wished you’d asked Zilpha Lee for my bloody hand first before betrothing me to your brother.” He wished it was a hundred percent truth. 

Two knocks sounded on the door. That would be Isiah with dinner.

He was getting tired of eating Garrison food every night. He wasn’t sure if he could trust Esme yet to cook for him. He’d love to let her wander the house, hell, leave this house. 

She hopped off the bed and walked to the table. She frowned and glazed up at him. So, she was tired of it too. 

“I’ll bring groceries tomorrow, Esme. I’ll sit at the dining room table downstairs and watch you cook.” He said. He was glad to do it honestly. He just needed to have Isiah check the pantry downstairs tonight while Esme slept and toss out anything that wasn’t salt or pepper. Wouldn’t hurt to make sure no rat poison was allowed. 

She was glowing at the suggestion. He just hoped she didn’t make a move too early.

[urdepressedslut]

Can we get part 3 "You're Mine" where the reader kills Max or himself, thereby freeing himself from captivity, please? If it's too dark, just ignore it

You’re Mine ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Dark!Max Burnett x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You realize you don’t want to keep living like this, you want your life back. You come up with a way to trick Max.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, light angst, Stockholm, syndrome, manipulation, smut, murder

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK CONTENT

Part 1 Part 2

You were busy cleaning the apartment, when Max walked in, with Madeline on his arm.

Making their way further into the room, Madeline glanced at you. The smile on her face turning sour with disgust, she never liked you.

The feeling was mutual, you thought she was a witch.

"Max, why do you still keep her around?" She cooed to Max, you watching him lick his lips at her close proximity.

"Why? Does that make you jealous?" He asked her, you scrunching up your face in disgust.

Making your way to leave the room, to give them some privacy, Max stopped you.

"Hey! Where you going?" Immediately you stopped, half loving and hating the way he could control you.

Pointing in the direction of your room, Max shook his head with disapproval.

"Use your words girl." He spoke aggressively.

You were just girl now in her presence, not his usual sweet girl. Not that it bothered you all too much, but it made your blood boil, you felt incredibly worthless.

"I'm going to my room." You told him slowly and clearly, making sure you wouldn't have to repeat yourself. Max stared at you, noticing that your behavior was off.

"Fine, you can go." He uttered, bringing his attention back on Madeline who was stroking his chest, scratching her nails on the skin showing just underneath his neck.

With hurried steps, you made it into your room. Sealing the door closed, hoping that you wouldn't have to hear the gross sounds of the two.

Plopping down onto the edge of the bed, you glanced around the room, wondering what to do. Your eyes landed on the TV, and immediately you perked up. Max never allowed you to watch, trying to explain that it was all filled with lies, making it pointless to watch. Not that you ever believed him, you knew he was a trying to keep you from finding something. Considering he was occupied at the moment, your fingers had a mind of its own and started messing with the buttons.

The TV came to life, the news station being the first thing that popped up. Your eyes widened, and you quickly turned the volume all the way down, careful so that Max didn't hear it.

You watched for awhile, watching the reporters mouth move, but weren't really paying attention. You enjoyed the presence of the people of the other side of the screen, even if they weren't actually there.

It was strange, the longer you had been here, the clearer your head became. Maybe it was because Max didn't have you taking the pills anymore, maybe it was because you were allowed outside most of the time (for work obviously). Although you could never go far.

You felt something for Max, and you didn't understand why. Although he stole your life from you, he kept you well fed, overall physically healthy. Plus he made you feel more loved than ever, despite it feeling wrong. You were alone before him, and although you still felt lonely, he was still always there, regardless of Madeline.

You had gotten used to not wanting anything anymore. Seeing as you weren’t allowed to want anything with Max.

Suddenly your focus was brought back to the TV, a new headline gaining your attention. Though the TV was muted, you were able to see the picture being broadcasted next to the talking man. A lump formed in your throat at what you were witnessing.

‘MISSING: (Y/n)(L/n)’

A foreign feeling flooded your veins, your body warm with energy suddenly. You hardly focused on what the man was mouthing, but you could easily put the pieces together.

People were looking for you?

You shook your head, your mind trying to convince you that that wasn’t you, you had changed, you looked and acted different. That couldn’t be you, right?

Your mind was chaos, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. All at once it was like you were able to think freely and clearly for just a moment, you wanted to be free.

You were suddenly hyper aware of everything, the sound of Madeline and Max fooling around, the slight ringing coming from the old television, the way the streets ambience leaked through the window. You felt determined, you were going to get out of here.

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⚠️ DARK CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

You cleaned your room, lighting erotic smelling candles throughout the space. Dimming the lights, closing the curtains. Lastly, you switched off the TV, unplugging it and shoving it in the closet. You stripped yourself of your clothes, slipping into some lingerie that Max had bought awhile ago.

You mind buzzed with sick images and thoughts, your hatred for Max deepening. He thought he had you under his spell, but that was no more.

Relaxing back on the bed, you focused on the texture of the ceiling, on the paint bubbles that had never gotten smoothed out.

“What’s all this sweet girl?” Max purred, making you jump at his presence, you hadn’t heard him come in.

He walked in further, closing and locking the door.

“For you.” You spoke, sitting up and giving your best innocent look, the one you knew made him melt.

Max raised his eyebrows at your response, and you had realized you spoke without permission. Shit.

“Feeling bold huh?” He asked, his jaw clenching with a mix of anger and lust, you not missing the way his eyes drank in your exposed body.

“I’m sorry,” You whined scooting off the bed, dropping to your knees in front of him, “I just want you so bad.”

You cringed speaking those words, but you felt torn because a small part of you really did want him, and that terrified you.

Max studied your face, suspicious of your sudden change of behavior. But he couldn’t think straight with you kneeling in front of him, batting your eyes up at him like that.

“You want?”

“Yes, I’m sorry— I want you.”

Max’s gaze softened as he gently cradled your face, pulling you up from the floor, walking you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

“My poor sweet girl… Watching me touch Madeline— loving on her… Wishing it was you huh?” Max whispered, sitting you down on the mattress. This position made him feel powerful, the way he was towering over you.

His hand caressed your face, fingertips grazing all the way from your neck to just above the edge of your bra.

“You jealous?” He asked, trailing his hand back up to the strap sitting on your shoulder, wedging his fingers between the strap and flesh, sliding it down.

With a gasp, you held his gaze. Hating the way your body betrayed you, feeling the tingling sensation form between your legs.

With a small nod from you, Max gripped your face hard with his other hand.

“I didn’t hear you.” He spat, his eyes almost black with how dilated his pupils were.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I was jealous.” You told him, your face aching from his bruising grip.

Max let go of your face, pushing you roughly onto the bed. Crawling over top of you, you grabbed his face in panic, forcing yourself to cry.

“No please, I— I want to make you happy… Please let me make you happy— this is about you, not me.” You rushed out, causing Max to tilt his head in thought.

“You know I like to be in control.” He warned, pushing hair out of your eyes.

“I promise you’ll be satisfied— please, please let me make you happy. Just this once please please.” You practically begged, tears running down your cheeks, causing Max to groan with desire.

To your surprise, Max got off of you plopping down next to you. His eyes were still glaring through you, warning you if you didn’t satisfy his needs. Swallowing thickly, you got up and went to the side table grabbing a condom, slipping another object into your hand, hiding it behind your back.

Throwing the condom down on Max, he rolled his eyes and stripped down, rolling the condom over himself.

He eyed your standing form, noticing you hiding something behind your back.

“What you got there sweet girl?” He asked, taking in your body, eyes traveling head to toe.

“A surprise.” You told him, shuffling nervously on your feet, causing Max to smirk. To your surprise, he didn’t push any further.

Stripping down from your lingerie, Max watched you with hungry eyes as you crawled onto the bed over his form. Ghosting your pussy over his hard member, Max breathed heavily at your teasing.

“Don’t you dare think about teasing me or I will strangle you.” He threatened, causing you to tense up slightly but continuing to play along and nod your head nervously.

With your free hand you grabbed his member giving a few strokes, listening to Max’s groans. Rubbing his member on your pussy, you coated him with your juices before lining him up and sinking down.

Max’s hands grabbed your hips in a harsh grip, moving you up and down. You kept yourself in a quick pace, trying to please him. You smiled deviously when Max’s eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck baby… That’s right. You’re mine… All mine.” Max moaned out breathlessly, your heart starting to pound in your ears, your hands feeling cold and slightly numb.

You’re mine… All mine.

The words rung in your head, your vision turning red with rage. His moans and words were muffled to your ears. Your hand shaking as you pulled the knife from behind your back, staring down at Max with a murderous glare.

Max still had his eyes shut, unaware of your demeanor on top of him. Your head continued to grow hotter, your vision swirling with vertigo, your lungs constricting. You felt your rage boil and boil, and before you could think twice.

Max groaned out in pain, and your hands were letting go of the knife handle sticking out of his neck. His eyes were wide, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. His hands flailed and tried grabbing onto his neck, but you kept slapping them away. He twitched and choked on his own blood bubbling up through his throat. You watched him until his eyes rolled back, his body going limp. All while he was still inside of you.

Crimson soaked and stained the sheets, your eyes staring at his form. Watching his still chest, making sure it stayed still. Lifting yourself off of him finally, you crawled off of him, standing at the edge of the bed, still staring down at his lifeless body.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your chest felt tight, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but you couldn’t stop the laughter. Your head flooded with terrible thoughts, the guilt of killing someone threatening to eat at you. But again, the laughter didn’t slow.

You didn’t understand, you were free, he was dead. So why did you still feel trapped, you felt lost— you felt sad.

Sucking in a deep breath, finally expanding your tight chest, you wiped your eyes, holding a sick smile.

“Surprise…”

[tianshiisdead]

❄️ For femslash Hetalia @femslashetalia day 7: Plaything

❄️ Pairing: nyo Japan/nyo Manchuria (OC)

❄️ Rating: M for suggestive themes and implied dark themes

❄️ Warnings: Imperialism, dark themes, implied abuse, suggestive content (like one single line at the bottom about touching someone’s chest and nothing else lol), implied brainwashing

❄️ 1932, Manchukuo freshly established, Manchuria answers some questions.

[scre6m]

had to quit vpr after s8 i just do not care about the toms inevitably failing restaurant or the babies or scheanas wedding like oh my god. what happened to fighting in the back alleyway of sur while chain smoking and drinking on the job

[faradaykay]

yusuke kitagawa would have been such an s tier persona character writing-wise if atlus did not seem to actively dislike him

[slydiddledeedee]

It’s been YEARS since I watched beauty and the beast but it’s something I have on dvd while my wifi is acting up and man. This movie is literally good

[riinniies]

ITOSHI SAE X FEM! READER

<BONUS CHAPTER>

POV : Sae

My writings

Bonus chapter

Sae sat quietly in the living room, his eyes focused on (name) sitting beside him. Hundreds of days had passed since that time, when he first kidnapped her, and as time went by, Sae began to feel that everything was going according to plan. All the feelings that once burdened him now felt light, despite the complications he carried in his heart.

He stared at (name), who now appeared so calm. Often, he felt like he no longer recognized the person she once was. The face that was once always full of tension, confusion, and unanswered questions now seemed so... empty.

Sae knew what had happened. He knew the change. Yet, there was no regret within him.

Sae clearly remembered how he first planned all of this. When (name) ran away, he knew everything had to be carried out carefully. It wasn’t just about kidnapping and locking her up in this place. No. Sae knew that this change required time and the right method.

Every meal he prepared, every drink he gave, was part of that process. Gradually, he increased the dose enough to calm her and blur (name)’s memory. The drugs he had gotten from a very trusted source, he used very wisely, every day, in small doses, so (name) wouldn’t notice. Sae watched her closely, ensuring the change happened slowly.

It wasn’t just her body that was under control, but also her mind. Every day, he implanted little by little, offering “security” and comfort, making (name) feel no need to think about the past anymore. Sae knew this wasn’t easy, but he also knew that sometimes love truly required sacrifice. He never wanted (name) to run away again. Because the more (name) forgot her past, the more Sae felt... like home.

The food, the drinks, even the medicines he mixed—everything was designed to make (name) completely his. In this way, she would be protected. In this way, (name) would understand that she needed nothing else but him. In this way, Sae could build a world that existed only for the two of them.

Now, Sae could feel the results. There was a strange satisfaction in his heart as he watched (name) sitting beside him, ignoring the reality, forgetting her past, and accepting this new reality. Sae knew he had succeeded.

“Why don’t you ask anymore?” Sae asked, his voice soft but full of meaning.

“(Name)” looked at him with a faint smile. “Why should I ask? Everything is clear.”

Sae smiled faintly. He could feel how (name) had already become a part of his world. The world he had created with his own hands, a world that would never leave him.

He knew, until the end, (name) would never realize what had happened. Because, in the end, everything had changed so deeply. Sae didn’t need any further explanation. Everything was perfect, even without words.

And with that, Sae felt content.

[songinblood]

part of the reason i love and care about varré so much is bc i STRONGLY believe he is so much like miquella and is in a similar situation. even in regards to their narrative being so queercoded.... i do think varré is naturally a little weird and sadistic but he also strongy reads to me as someone who has childhood trauma and faced a lot of rejection as a child and didn't get the care he needed which leads to his attachment to mohg and his overpreforming of his duties and his dedication to him etc....

[innitnotfound]

What's your favoriteeeeee plant

Uhhhh I like plants period so I can't really think of one. If I had to pick one probably sunflowers tho

[fqiryspit]

I CANT BREATHE ONCE MORE 💞

Dear Rabbit

Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 19k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)

Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.

Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person

An extra dilf werewolf eren <3

While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry

Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes

Keep reading

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Captive to a Shelby-Gina 10

New Year, New alliances Part 1

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New year, new alliances

Don't interact if under 18!!*

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Christmas had come and gone. Gina wasn’t suffering seizures but the morning sickness setting in was killing her. 

She still had no answers about Grace, to be fair she hadn’t felt well enough to ask. She was going to find out what was under the stairwell. Even if it killed her. 

While Gina was pregnant Tommy was a gentle and loving husband. No sense of irritation but she knew it was just buried for now.   He was turning into quite a devoted husband. Still staying later than normal some days but even that was slowing down. 

She couldn’t get any time to herself between school being out for the holidays and her husband working from home. His constant gaze on her. 

This was worse than all the fighting and unsurity of his moods. 

“Gina, you want to see the fruits of your labour,come on.” He motioned with his hands for her to follow him. She obediently did. They walked to a wall that she knew separated her side from Graces. 

“Tommy?” It looked like a wall panel but she knew better. She'd come crashing through it almost a week ago, Francis had found her bent over a pot emptying her stomach. 

Nausea hit Gina like a tsunami wave trying to tear her sanity away with the retreating waves. This wasn’t the baby. 

She tried to keep the tremor out of her voice. He knew…..right? 

The door opened revealing a ball room. She took a deep inhale. Tommy turned, concern riddling his handsome chiseled face. He closed the foot wide gap between them and placed his large hand lovingly on her stomach gently rubbing. 

Her hand was placed firmly over her mouth, willing herself like a chant, over and over not to yack. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost Gina, are you okay?” His tone had shifted, he was smirking. Again, a little intentional game. Who was this man? 

“It smells weird in here, the baby doesn’t like it, Tom.” Her voice was soft, foreign and frightened. She knew her eyes were wide. She could feel pain behind them where they were bulging. She closed her eyes and took several deep inhales and exhales. When she opened them she could see her breathe. It was freezing.

“How long have we had a ball room? How big is the house Tommy?” She asked curiously. She knew about the other side. She hadn't thought about it the day she went out with the children. It was a huge mansion. 

“You've been outside Gina, you know it continues. Yeah?”  He was watching her like a hawk, his gaze steady and unwavering. She felt like a pathetic little mouse then. She placed her hand over his, still firmly planted on his stomach. 

If she could convince him she wasn’t a threat, then she could get herself and the kids out safely right? Sooner rather than later. She couldn’t stop shaking the feeling that this child tethered her more to him now then the others….

“So, what do you Gina? Look like your sketches, eh?” There were all kinds of gold and silver paper decorations everywhere in arches of lush greenery and flowers in ruby reds adorned the room adding color to the mahogany wood walls. 

She had a taste that she already knew. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught slight movement. 

Graces bloody apparition wafted between tables and decor. Gina closed her eyes again. She was too tired for this right now. 

The medication she was on was keeping her awake and clearly not working if she could see her husband's murdered ex wife. 

Gina spent more time tracing the waves in Tommy’s hair at night, his strong high cheekbones to his jaw line or running her long nimble fingers gently around his tattoos while he slept peacefully next to her. She hated not sleeping. 

“Gina, do you see something?” He asked, his voice deep, dark and husky. Almost a bedroom voice sadism barely contained however dripping from his true intentional meaning. To scare her. 

“No, I’m not sleeping Tommy, I need some ginger water. The room looks great. Thank you and Francis for executing this.” No sooner had her thanks left her red drawn lips then Francis appeared with green tea. Gina hated earthy teas right now. She’d rather go outside in the fresh air and lick the dirt. This wouldn’t help settle her at all. 

“I have a surprise for you Gina.” He walked behind her, she hated when he did that. She couldn’t see what he was doing. It was too vulnerable. He wrapped his arms tightly around her crushing her petite frame to him. She could feel his breath ghosting gently down her jaw and neck. He was hunched over her, dominating her. 

“I called your brother, Ronald. He’ll be here for the party tomorrow night.” He placed kisses on the side of her face as her eye brows knit in confusion. 

“I have a brother?” Francis' soft chuck of her tongue sent a fury of anger through Gina. She didn't remember much of anything prior to the day she’d woken up and raged on the stairwell. She only knew that because she’d recorded it, not because she actually remembered it as a memory. 

“Okay Tommy, I’m sorry. Yes, that’ll be nice.” She nodded her head like a dumb doll, her head filled with cotton. Minds as well have been. 

“Let's get you back to bed. See if you can get some rest for tomorrow, yeah.” He guided her toward the door. She turned briefly, catching Grace’s figure again. It was mouthing something.

“Run.” 

Oh, she would. Perhaps Ronald would help her if she asked carefully enough. They were family right? 

(part 2 coming soon)*

[intomybubble]

Tfw arranging shelf but its been like 5 hours total and I have like 11 inches of dead space which makes it harder for this to look right and my books keep falling over, even with book ends ㅠㅠ

At least it’s not hot yet today but this is annoying. I wish I could just buy the rest of the manga I’m planning to a buy eventually so I can just fill in the gaps (most of it) but I can’t bc I’m out of money and some aren’t even released yet

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