#yandere!dope x reader

[lavenderskye29]

The Stranger: Part 4

@semisolidmind

Sorry this took so long! School and work have been taking up most of my time, so this has been greatly delayed. But Part 5 is done, and I hope y’all enjoy it!

(TW: GORE/VIOLENCE)

[goldhoekin]

Angel || Sam Riordan Smut

Angel || Yandere!Sam Riordan x Fem Reader

summary: After Marie becomes #2 and Brink is killed by Luke Jordan slips in the rankings. They begin to obsess over the rankings neglecting their girlfriend who lets their frustration slips and Jordan takes their frustrations out on their girlfriend.

cw: fem!reader, porn with some plot, creampie, unprotected sex, dubious consent, oral sex ( f! receiving), overstimulation, biting/marking, dacryphilia, obsessive behaviors, and nonconsensual use of aphrodisiacs .

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He sees you every single time Luke is brought down for his infusions, each time you look at him with such kindness and sadness as you plead for his freedom. It makes him happy to see someone actually fight for him. One time you’d even held his hand in exchange for him to stop struggling.

“Hi Sam. My name’s Y/N, I’m so sorry you have to go through this. Would you like it if I held your hand to help? I know its not much but maybe that’ll make this a tiny bit more bearable?” You say, a genuine look in your eye, that’s how he knows you’re real and not a puppet, you’re a real angel. 

You’re his personal angel…and he has to have you. You were so nice to him, you must like him right? For weeks he spends his time sketching you on pieces of paper, hiding them each time you visit him, and spend time with him.

One day after lunch he asks to speak to Shetty, telling her he has a deal for her. He’d dreamt of you sitting down in his room, reading comics with him, holding his hand as he saw the puppets all with those sparkly eyes of yours.

“You let me have Y/N for a few hours a day and I won’t fight you anymore..” Sam says, eyes sparkling with hope, voice steady…well as steady as he can make it.

The woman’s brows raised in surprise, you were a simple supe who made pretty little light shows. Harmless enough, you were one of the few supes she actually had no issue with, you were an angel truly. Though as much as she didn't like bargaining you off to a highly dangerous supe…she wasn’t left with much choice Sam was integral to Luke’s success and if giving you up to him for an hour, after doping him to high hell so he didn’t kill you, then so be it. Vought didn’t need to know what they did for the Woods project to go smoothly and if she had to get her hands dirtier than so be it, keep them distracted on what she was really doing.

“You can have her for one hour a day and that’s only if you take your medications without fuss, Y/N’s a sweet girl. We don’t want her hurt, do we Sam?” Indira says, a false smile on her face.

“O-one hour? No cameras right? I won’t her I promise!” Sam hastily replies.

Shetty simply nods her head in confirmation and turns towards the exit, “She’ll be here for you tomorrow, don’t screw this up Sam.”

You were called to Dean Shetty’s office, she texted you and said it was urgent. She told you to dress up, wear white and tell no one. So when Andre asked you where you were going looking like a sexy Virgin Mary with your pure white sundress, matching shoes, garters and underwear included. You hated not looking put together, a habit you’ve had due to your belief that keeping up a certain image will help your brand, which for all intent and purposes it did. 

You simply said, “Some of us don’t get dressed in the dark while spending my daddy’s money on tacky clothes Andre.”

A cackle leaves Luke’s lips as Andre’s face turns into one of shock, Jordan silently crying into a throw pillow, Cate struggling to breathe through her laughs. Without another word you make your way to Dean Shetty’s office, the woman already waiting outside her door, two cups of a hot beverage in hand.

She walks towards you and guides you in the familiar direction to the Woods, handing you a warm cup that you take without hesitation. You unfortunately knew about it, finding out by accident. Dean Shetty knew of your record of caring for those who need it, this should be right up your alley. Though she knew you wouldn’t be the most susceptive to Sam’s advances without help so she slipped a high dose aphrodisiac into your cinnamon creme drink that you love so much.

“Y/N love, I have a special mission for you.” Shetty says as they move downwards towards the prison facility, “Sam needs someone to spend time with, he said he’d love to talk and spend time with you! Would you be willing to spend an hour a day with him, just help him adjust and stay settled? I know you’ll be great at it love!”

You think its actually sweet that Sam felt safe enough with you to ask to spend time with you.  The poor boy needed help that Vought could give him, maybe you can as well. Maybe you can even work with him to get him a little tv or something or more books for him to read.You fall into your thoughts as you absentmindedly sip your drink, noting how good it tasted. 

“Sure we can read some comics, maybe even have some snacks,I think it’ll be really fun!” You say with that lovely smile on your face, the same one Sam loves and Dean Shetty fears will never grace your face again after today as she takes the now empty cup from your hand.

Making your way down to Sam’s room you wait for him to enter, promptly security and Shetty leave and the door is securely closed behind you.

Sam stares at you in awe, mouth agape at your appearance.

She dressed up for me, my angel put on this pretty outfit for me. Y/N really does love me!

“Y-you look really pretty. I can’t believe you did all this for me!” Sam beams, moving forward to grip your hand. You notice he has a band-aid on his wrist, noting that he’s been injected with something.

At that moment you feel your body growing hot, prompting you to immediately take off your tell tailored white coat. Your breasts now on display as you chest heaves as you try and fail to gather air in your lungs, you hardly noticed Sam’s face so close to yours, his eyes staring at your lips. Without hesitation he slams onto yours, his hands gripping your waist in a bruising grip.

They must’ve given a strength dampener, because he could’ve fucking crushed me…

You think to yourself as you feel his lips clumsily move onto yours, you move yours against his, feeling the weight on your chest lessen slightly. You feel your pussy grow wetter and wetter as his hands roam your body, making his way under your dress to grip your ass.

You move him in the general direction of his bed, the young man breathless. 

“I–i can’t believe you like me back!” Sam whispers, his knee grazing against your dripping wet cunt.

“What-I like you, just as a friend Sam.” You say as you feel his neck brush against your neck, which promptly stops at your words.

“If you don’t like me then why are we in my bed? Why are you kissing me and letting me touch you?” Sam asks, his voice hurt, you couldn’t help but sigh.

“I…I can’t stop for some reason. I’m so horny it hurts, if I could do this with someone else trust me I would Sam. I’m so sorry!” You whimper, unconsciously grinding your weeping pussy against his knee, desperate for friction of any kind. At this he tosses you back, so roughly you land on his bean bag, legs spread wide. A large gray spot showing how wet you are, your face hot and your breasts threatening to spill out from your dress.

“You’re mine!” Sam growls, eyes darkened as he crawls in between your legs, he takes his time pulling down your panties and exposing your pussy to the open air. He keeps your legs open with his strength as he dives into your wetness, your hand immediately goes into his hair gripping it harshly. A moan leaves his lips as you pull him as close to you as possible, your moans pouring from your lips as he licks at you with inexperienced vigor. 

“Use your finger Sam! Take two, move them in and out of me, keep your mouth on my clit. Y-you’re so good baby, fuck you’re doing so fucking good!” You moan, thankfully Sam listens to you his deliciously thick fingers plunge into your cunt and sucks at your cunt harshly, the knot that was forming in your stomach tightening more and more. You wrap your now free legs around Sam’s head grinding your cunt against his face as you feel yourself about to cum.

“Oh fuck! Sam, I’m gonna cum!” You scream as you feel yourself gush, your legs shaking violently as you come down from your high. Sam’s tongue lapping up your juices eagerly, licking and sucking you damn near clean. After you stopped shaking he pulls back, swiftly pulling his cock out, the tip violently red. His tip is leaking large amounts of precum, he runs his hand up and down his shaft.

“Don’t worry I’ll be good, so good that you won’t want anyone else! It’ll be perfect and maybe you can stay down here with me longer!” Sam says settling between your legs, he begins to rub himself up and down your still twitching cunt, your pussy gripping on nothing. Without warning he plunged himself into you, his body leaning over you as he pushed himself into you to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. He begins to push himself in and out of your pussy, the feeling becoming overwhelming fast as you feel him pick up the pace, albeit not the smoothest rhythm was set. 

“Y-you feel so good! You really were made for me my angel, I can’t believe I get to go do this with you! Tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it! I’ll do anything for you, just ask!” Sam says breathlessly, his hands find their way to the top of your dress, roughly pulling down the bodice to watch your breasts spill out. Sam latches his lips around your pebbled nipple, nipping and biting down harshly on your chest, a gasp leaving your lips. You begin to feel another orgasm building, causing you to wrap your arms around Sam’s neck and your legs capture his midsection. 

“I’m gonna cum again! Fuck!” You moan as you feel Sam’s thrusts grow sloppy, hopefully he’s smart enough to pull out.

You feel yourself cumming again, thick cream coating Sam’s dick as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the overstimulation causing you to cry from the overwhelming sensation. 

Sam looks up at your face as he feels your tears, he couldn’t help but think about how good you looked like this. All fucked out, those beautiful eyes shinging with tears from how good he’s making you feel. Sam decides that he wants to see you like this more often, him fucking you till you cry and him filling you up, his various bite marks and hickies littering your decolletage and those wide angel eyes filled with tears. This pushes him to prop himself up on his hands and piston in and out of you, your breasts bouncing wildly and your hands trying to push him away as the sensation is too much for you and the fear of him cumming inside of you. He buries his face into your neck, biting down harshly as he cums deep within you, filling you to the brim.

‘Don’t worry Angel, we’ll be so happy. It’ll be great just watch, I made you mine and I’m never letting you go.” Sam whispered into your neck, by now the drug that was slipped into your drink was wearing off and your face began to contort into one of horror, thoughts of you being stuck down here with him. You possibly ruining your a career by having a child too early while you yourself were a child became too much and those lovely eyes of yours went dark, the spark dying instantly. 

Fuck.

[yanderederee]

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yandere!mitsuya takashi x crush!reader

tw: stalking, obsession, threatening remarks, cursing, gaslighting, your normal yan things♡

I’ m not too proud of this piece, but I can’t bring myself to discard. So, here it is if you like it.I also planned to add more friction and more stalking bits but :( I thought it ended on a cute note and didn’t have the heart to keep going. Enjoy what you can♡

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You had been on Mitsuya’s radar for a long long time now.

Ever since grade school, you both ran with different crowds, so it was hard to get close to you. For years, Takashi has watched you from afar. He knows more about you than anyone, he would bet.

He knew what foods you prefer, which foods you hated, and how you like them seasoned. He knew your favorite shows, he watched them all. Which character troupes you fall for (even knew that ‘Big brother type” guys were your thing), your love language, and how you choose to spend that love. he even keeps track of your monthlies … He knew your size in clothing, down to the specific measurements. Don’t ask how. He knew the shampoo you used, how often you showered—- but still, it was never the right chance to actually talk to you.

Mitsuya Takashi was a fool.

He told himself this every, single, day. He was a fool for not befriending you sooner, before you grew into a relationship with some idiot. It made his blood absolutely Boil.

Mitsuya Takashi fucking hated your boyfriend.

Mitsuya Takashi hated your boyfriend more than absolutely anything. At first, he assumes is was a little crush. A fling even, between you two. I mean, he was an obvious dope. No good qualities about him and it was obvious that as time went on, you wanted less and less involvement with the relationship.

It was also obvious you were scared to leave.

He was furious when he would see the two of you holding hands when you’d walk to school, or go on a date. He wasn’t mad at you, you only craved attention. And it was only fair that you should be admired. But he would damn anyone who dared to take you away from him.

It took time, but Mitsuya found a way to control his rage when we witnessed the two of you together. He had been patient for so long, he could wait for this stupid fling to pass.

It was weird though. Mitsuya really did know everything about you. He could tell when you grew bored of a subject in class, he could tell when you lose interest in a series after it became mundane, he knew when you would start to wander. And he could see it, clear as day on your face.

You were becoming more and more impatient, the longer your relationship went on. Of corse he didn’t know all the details, but he did know that you weren’t into it anymore. He knew you were strong enough to break up with the fool anytime you wanted. So why didn’t you?

That thought kept tripping Takashi up for a few days. He too was growing impatient. What was taking you so long to drop the sack of shit?

He simply couldn’t understand. Until one day, you came in with a look he had never. Not once. Seen on your face before.

Fear.

Alarms start to blast in his ears. What did you need to be scared of? Why were you looking over your shoulder like you were avoiding someone? Like you were trying to avoid someone. Like someone was following you.

You’d never caught Takashi stalking you, even an after all these years. He was good at what he did. So this was all the more concerning to him.

By now, you two were older and it was easier to talk to people outside of your group troupe. But he still couldn’t tell if now was the best time to try threading himself into your life. He weighed the options over and over.

There’s nothing to lose, he concluded. Worst case scenario you ignored his friendly advances. Sure, it was better for you to not even know who he was than for you to consider him a creeper, but he was determined.

Mitsuya took note of the times you were and weren’t around the parasitic form that loomed over you, and decided during lunch would be the best opportunity.

“Ah.. um, y/n, right?” Takashi called out to you, gently. You turned, full attention to his lilac gaze. “Yeah.. um… Mitsuba, right?” You asked with a kind smile. A tinge of pain hit him, but he recovered with a playful laugh. “Close, Mitsuya. Mitsuya Takashi.” He introduced himself with a casual bow. You did the same, and waited for him to continue his inquiry.

“Say… you like Tokyo Mew Mew, right?” He asked. He knew you were into it, you had a cute little Pudding* figure dangling from your school bag. It was basically public knowledge. You blushed at his question. It was a bit childish, and being into anime at this time was target enough for bullying. And Mitsuya Takashi looked like a bully.

“I guess…” you muttered, looking away. “Hm.. my little sisters are really into it, you see…” he mentioned, taking in your figure this close nearly made his heart beat out of his chest. He could actually smell you. Touch you, if he was so daring.

“Well, I mean, they really want to see the new movie that’s coming out. I don’t really know anything about it,” he lied. “They said they’re too embarrassed to go with me, and my mom’s too busy with work to take them..” he rubbed the back of his head as though he was about to ask something of you.

Unsure of how to respond to this complete stranger, you shift your gaze between your fiddling hands and his chin, unable to meet his eye.

You knew better than to do that.

“So I figured since you like it, yo-“ before he could fulfill his master plan, you paused him from talking further by placing your hand up gently.

“I’m sorry… I have to go…” you bow, your gaze shifting between something else entirely, and your fiddling fingers.

He could read your face as clear as glass: you were uncomfortable.

Scared.

Mitsuya narrowed his eyes, testing to see if he could tell where your gaze was wondering to. He couldn’t possibly scare you that much, could he?

“Oh, right… um, well, here,” he said sheepishly. “You can still have the ticket, I don’t think I’ll see it on my own. Consider it an apology for taking up your time.” He gave his best charming smile, pushing the movie ticket into your hands before you could refuse. Oh god, he almost gasped at the feel of your soft hands…

Your hands were warm, from all their fiddling. A little clammy, given your nerves. But so soft. Your hands were so soft and he didn’t want to let go. This was definitely a test of his willpower. But the touch lasted less than two seconds, before he traced his finger tips against the back of your nail beds to release you.

Immediately though, as though his touch was painful, your eyes widened like saucers. That same scared look took over, and your gaze again drifted. He pretended not to notice, instead turning on his heal to follow your gaze. “See ya,”

Making his exit, he followed your gaze to a sickening figure that shadowed the hall. The bastard himself; your boyfriend. Mitsuya knew how to read the way he was looking at you. The way he was glaring at you. At you, Mitsuya seethed. He’d expected to see the son of a bitch’s glare directed at him, if anyone.

That glare.

Takashi had to physically take a breath to hold back the blooming hate in his chest.

How Dare he look at you like that?

Mitsuya reminded himself of his surroundings after someone called his name, and suddenly everything was back to full motion. He hadn’t realized how blinded he was just a moment ago.

Still. The gears in his head were processing full throttle. What was he glaring so disgusted about? Why did you force a smile and apologize so sincerely to him? When you had done nothing wrong, what was he obviously blaming you for? And why was it that in one of the hottest days the week forecasted, you had on your long sleeve uniform top? You almost stood out amongst the school of sweaty teenagers.

Slowly each hint lined up perfectly, but still no evidence. There needed to be proof. He couldn’t just kill someone without good reason—-

well, he could, and he Definitely Would.

In fact, he might.

That look he gave you was reason enough.

.

Despite what one might think, Mitsuya Takashi was a gentleman. He truly loved you. Fully and unconditionally. He’d walked you home from school practically every day. Every day he could, revolving around his sisters and gang, of course.

He could mostly only check on you when you were sleeping, and would leave just after. He never spied on you while changing. Takashi wanted to wait for that.

His heart couldn’t take it, he decided a long time ago. But that was a long time ago.

A lot was taking up his attention these days, though. Toman’s been having a lot more challengers, and Luna was just starting to get into harder mathematics. And Takashi was nothing short of a team player. The best big brother. He had lots of responsibilities, yet he couldn’t help fussing over you too.

Now look, Mitsuya really did want to walk you home everyday. He used to, in fact. But there was just too much he was forcibly needing to attend to. His family always came first. And once the time was right, you would become part of that family. And until then, he had to keep up appearances, responsibilities, and the gang.

Today, Mitsuya decided he had the time to walk you home, too. You walked home with the parasite, but he did like the idea of finding out where he lived, pay a visit perhaps. Unfinished business, and all. He walked a distance, and made sure to keep unseen, until the walk home became a detour to a crowd less street.

That was the only explanation for how he didn’t know about all of this until .. now? Right fucking now?

“Are you trying to hurt me that badly? Really?” your boyfriend sighed, angry and teary eyed.

“No, it isn’t like that,” you tried to explain. “He didn’t mean anything by it. Just a friendly gesture-“

But he cut you off by yelling at you.

“Friendly my ass, he’s been drooling over you for years y/n!”

You rolled your eyes.

“You’re just making that up… I’ve never spoke to him once before today.”

Yet it wasn’t convincing enough. “No, I get it. You told him something you shouldn’t have, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t tell him anything, I …. I haven’t told anyone, I promise.” You seemed to look away.

Mitsuya could see the both of you from his hiding spot, see both of your expressions as you both fought. Finally, you guys actually might break up, and by his unintentional influence? What a dream come true.

Excited, Takashi listened in further, hoping to hear your magic words.

“Really? I think you’re lying.” Your boyfriend nabbed out short.

You gasped sharply when he grabbed you by the root of your hair and tilted your eyes up to face his pissed off look.

“I think you’re trying to leave me behind. You want to leave me so bad. You hate me so much. Wish I would drop dead, even though I’m the one who looks out for you,” he scoffed.

“You would be a target without me. I hear the way the girls gossip about you. How you can’t put together an outfit to save your life. How clumsy you are.”

Your boyfriend gives you a pitiful smile, rolling his thumbs over your cheeks.

“No one talks badly about my baby though. I protect you, I always do.” His expression darkened as he frowned. “But you can’t stand being with me. You just won’t get that stupid idea about breaking up out of your stupid fucking head.”

The whiplash that snapped its way through Takashi’s system was unreal. The wind knocked right through him when he finally caught back up to reality.

Red lights were blaring in Mitsuya’s vision, yet on the outside, aside a hitched breath and a glare that could kill, Takashi was composed and poise. Out on a mission to kill, and he had his prey, and prize both locked in sight.

“Ooi, Y/n-chan,” Mitsuya casually yawned in a greeting to break the muggy tension of the empty school yard.

Your boyfriend visibly rose to full height, which was somewhat taller than Mitsuya. It’s fine. If Mikey has taught anyone anything, it’s to not determine dominance on size.

Takashi Mitsuya was going to rock this guys shit.

“Thought I’d come around to ask if you’d reconsider ‘bout that movie tonight.“ he lied with a sickly sweet smile your direction.

Like your boyfriend simply did not exist in his line of sight.

“Asshole. You got a lot of nerve.” Your boyfriend spoke down to Mitsuya, completely blocking you out of his way.

A nuisance. An obstacle.

—-One that commonly makes your life harder. The same guy who belittled you and kept you complacent. With his threatening words and god knows what else.

“You’re talking to My Girlfriend, I think you’ve forgot.”

“Don’t give a shit who you are,” Takashi whipped back, a look of murder flares his expression red.

“Not’a very respectful way to talk to your partner, someone aught’a teach you some fucking manners.”

Takashi grinned in your boyfriends confused face, the crazed feeling of hate swirled in Mitsuya’s chest, he reminisced in how much he hated the son of a bitch in front of him.

Just before Mitsuya’s instincts took the better of him, and began what would have been a series of combination martial art memoirs. He realized you were still wide eyed and stressed by the conflict before you. He could see you were about to jump in, to try and divert the friction.

Takashi Mitsuya knew what kind of person you were, and loved you for it. Almost instantly, Takashi found himself composed from that wild instinct to kill, from fit in his sheep’s clothing. To be the guy who you needed when things were dicey. Someone reliable to depend on because no one else in this world has ever looked out for you before. Before him.

A fake, kind smile spread on Mitsuya’s expression when he stepped-in uncomfortably close with your boyfriend.

And he whispered.

“You’re going to pay for the shit you’ve done to y/n. She’s not about to see any of that though, you got that you piece of shit?” Takashi’s voice seethed with poison.

“Get the fuck out of here before I dislocate your fucking femur. I swear to god, I can make it look like you just passed out while you lay here winded and unable to call for help while you can’t feel anything below your fucking-“

“M-Mitsuya…” you called out, feigning confidence.

He loved that look.

Mitsuya patted on your boyfriend’s shoulder, soon to bask in the look of primal fear sweating through his shirt. “What.. the fuck is wrong with you? Fu-fucking psycho…” your boyfriend sighed, fumbling to make a few feet distance between him and Mitsuya.

“Please… no more tonight, seriously!” You spoke up, taking a belittled stance closer to your boyfriend.

But Mitsuya gently took your free hand, halting you further.

“Y/n… he’s ready to back off, you don’t have to keep hiding behind him.” He spilled out, his words catching on to your boyfriend as he high tailed his way out from your sights. “I don’t have to be anything to you, but I can’t sit quietly while I know you’re hurting like this. I won’t. So please, let me look out for you, unconditionally.”

“I meant it when I said my little sisters were into Tokyo Mew Mew,” Mitsuya chuckled to ease the awkward tension, pulling out his extra tickets. “Only part I lied ‘bout was not knowing much about it. Binged it the other week, ‘n I’m actually caught up and pretty stoked to see this movie, too.”

“We can still make it, if you’re up for it.”

[shalscumbunny]

hi! I was wondering if you could write a fanfic abt yandere! shalnark having his s/o kidnapped (again🌚) and placed in a glass cage? Kinda..like the one Melanie Martinez had in her music video ‘detention’ with the whole performing for other ppl kinda deal?

Glass cage | Shalnark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shalnark has captured his beloved, but apart from having her all to himself, he can't help but show her off as his beautiful and perfect possession to others.

Pairing: Shalnark X Female!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader, doped and drugged reader, manipulation, glass box, clothing and imposed way of life.

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Y/N”

Sites: AO3

You were poorly unconscious in that state, the drugs and narcotics in your blood made you have a totally altered perception of reality, although apparently, it was only a matter of a couple of hours before you were completely conscious again.

Your breathing was slightly labored and the only thing you saw clearly was that you were still in that glass cage, the second thing you saw through the glass was him.

Shalnark let out a sickly, infatuated smile when your gaze met his, completely enraptured by your image and presence, simply in his eyes you possessed unparalleled beauty, but at the same time you were a fragile and extremely precious porcelain doll, explicitly... HIS LITTLE AND PERFECT PORCELAIN DOLL.

You looked like a doll straight out of the factory, thanks to the fact that he usually chose your clothes, which made you look like a Victorian ballet dancer, extremely docile and graceful, although unfortunately he had to accept certain aspects of you, that he considered to be “factory defects.”

When the drug left your body, you would return to having that “rebellious” and disrespectful attitude, and he hated it, since it prevented him from showing you off to others.

However, the glass cage around you allowed him to show you off to the world as his and at the same time no one other than him could ever possess you, since he was the one who possessed the only key that opened the cage.

“Just one more show… You can rest soon, darling” He said kindly “Now just do what you do best”

Shalnark smiled listening to the expectant murmurs of the people, people who thought that all this was just a kind of dance mixed with theater, people who ignored that there was literally a kidnapped and drugged person in that cage, forced to entertain them.

“Everyone wants to see you, love…”

Minutes later, the stage curtain opened, leaving you in full view of the people sitting in the seats, most of them marveling at the style of your clothing and others by your “excellent performance”, playing a dancer in a cage.

The light had momentarily blinded you when the curtain opened, but soon the record player began to play music, the light melody reaching your ears, making your limbs and body coordinate so that you could start dancing.

You moved with a sensual and soft grace, but it was not that kind of obscene sensuality, Shalnark reserved those types of shows for himself, in the eyes of the spectators, the sensuality of your movements was attractive and innocent, combined with your lost gaze. You really seemed like a doll moved by strings, oblivious to the world, oblivious to people, belonging to an owner who gave them the joy of being able to witness your existence.

Your dance practically hypnotized everyone and that allowed the most discreet and fastest members of the Gen'ei Ryodan to steal at will the cell phones, wallets, rings and other extremely valuable jewelry from the wealthy spectators.

After a couple of hours, the show ended, the loot would probably be distributed tomorrow since Shalnark asked his companions as a personal favor that when the show ended, the place would be empty, that only you and him would remain.

Everything went dark, except for the place where you two were, so Shalnark opened the glass cage where you were lying, carrying you with great care until he finally sat down on an armchair and sat you on his lap.

“You gave a good show today, I'm very proud of you, you're learning to behave” Shalnark's smile was bright and real, his eyes contemplated your existence with absolute adoration

“My head…” You complained between small sobs and gasps

“Don't worry, honey. They're just side effects” Shalnark reassured you by taking your hands and kissing them

“I don't want to be here… I hate being here… I want to go home” You said weakly trying to get out of his grip, although it was completely useless, since your body was not at all able to try to face him

Shalnark sighed rolling his eyes and gently letting go of your hands.

“The same old story again… Can't you say anything else?” Shalnark scolded you as if you were a little girl. “I haven’t spent so many months educating you for you to say such ugly things to me, my love”

You didn’t even respond, you gulped as you saw how Shalnark had already taken the syringe with drugs from the nightstand next to the armchair where you were sitting.

“I don’t want injections, please” You begged between sobs, hiding in his neck like a repentant puppy.

“Then start behaving well” Shalnark said, patting your back and gently sticking the syringe close to your neck.

In a matter of seconds, you began to whimper and complain about the pain as the liquid entered your body.

“There… there… it’s over, Y/n” Shalnark left the used syringe on the nightstand and hugged you with both arms to comfort you “You should be thankful that I always inject you with great care, when I torture people, I usually do it harder and more painfully”

“I want to go home… I don’t want to be here… let me go…” You begged between sobs “I'm not a doll…”

Shalnark sighed in annoyance and frustration, roughly grabbing your face making you look at him face to face.

“I hate it when you behave like that again…” He said in a serious tone “It seems like you never pay attention to me and you only give me excuses to consider punishing you and having you in that cage all the time, is that what you want? To be in the cage all the time? I can do it if you want”

You gulped at the threat, tears running down your cheeks from the fear you felt mixed with how weak your body was, you were afraid of his falseness and cynicism, you didn’t understand how someone with such a sweet and kind smile could say all those things as if it were nothing.

“I love you… I love you more than anyone in this world…” Shalnark said, pulling you closer to him “Everything I do… I do it for your own good… for the good of both of us…”

After his last sentence, Shalnark kissed you softly, cupping your face in his hands, the tips of his fingers caressing your wet, red cheeks.

“Everything I do… is for us…” Shalnark whispered on your lips before kissing you again “The glass cage is your tower… when you learn to behave, I will rescue you from that tower…”

Shalnark kissed your forehead lovingly and then rested his forehead against yours, looking at you completely in love, hypnotized, enslaved and obsessed with your existence.

“And so… you will be my perfect princess and I will be your prince... and we will be together... forever...”

Thank u for reading, I hope you like it and what I wrote is good. 🤍

[quack-quack-snacks]

Geto “Cult Leader” Suguru

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Lost 𓆉

Slightly Yandere Cult Leader!Geto Suguru x Single Mother!Fem!Reader Summary: After losing your son in the street after bringing him to visit the annual light show that happened in your town, you find him crying in the arms of a handsome - yet strangely unsettling - stranger with two girls standing beside him. Word Count: 2,355

Dope & Diamonds

Cult Leader!Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader Summary: Everyone, Monkey or otherwise, was scared of Geto Suguru upon first meeting him. So why weren’t you? Word Count: -- COMING SOON

GIFS ARE NOT MINE I FOUND THEM ON PINTEREST

[buriedpair]

the bartender answer was so delicious that I'm sipping a sweet drink rn and re-reading it hehe. You do write very, very good!!

Now, how about kind AND smart MC who's somehow aware of OCs developing crush with some twist (twist of obsession amiright) — but they don't judge DD and their cruelty, and don't scowl at Edge for being a seeker of something fun and then leaving it in the dust afterwards...

But they also make sure that OCs know that they won't tolerate being played with and cast aside when finished. What would their reaction be? (Poly too, pretty please?)

- stargazer with long asks. I'm sorry U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

p.s how about Deathly Luck for the poly name? Cause MC entering poly is surely a luck amidst the dead endngs and anyone messing with any of the three will be deadass dead for sure

Thank you so much!!! You're too kind heheeeee

I like deathly luck, that's dope!!! I'll keep that in mind!

I wasn't sure if you wanted all of them in a poly or just Edge and DD, so I did just the two of them. It's shorter this time, sorry!!! :(

Also, sorry I didn't get to this yesterday! And I got your other ask too, so that's upcoming as well!

Yandere!OCs (Poly) x GN Reader

Edge was nothing more than curious, at first. You spent a lot of time with DD, and that's all he knew. This in and of itself was peculiar, though. DD doesn't usually stick around the same person for very long, so of course he's intrigued.

He didn't mean to fall so hard. 'Love' isn't a word he takes lightly, after all. But, you...

Edge is attracted to your witty personality and critical thinking skills. You're kind, and yet, you don't let him do everything he wants. It's a challenge for him.

You altered his brain chemistry with a snap of your fingers. Only problem was that sly little bastard always attached to your arm.

DD is clingy, but more than that, he's possessive. He's latching to your waist at any opportunity, purring sweet words into your ear while you laugh and shake your head.

At one point they got into a fist fight in the middle of the pit. It took Jackpot and Gambit quite a while to separate them, and even then, DD was still swinging.

"You guys are ridiculous." You had muttered once they were both calm. Still, you carefully patched them up one at a time with gentle hands.

"I'm not sorry."

"That makes two of us."

When you make it abundantly clear to them that they're not to cast you aside, they're easily swayed. Of course DD would never want to leave you! You're like... his, right? Edge rolls his eyes at DD, and assures you that he's not going anywhere, and neither are you. Well, unless they manage to get each other killed first.

The fact that you're satisfied with that is all the more reason to love you.

[the-library-of-forgotten-endings]

Ink-Stained Love is Not Ideal, Part 2: Love of the Ink-Stained Usurper

Overblots x reader

Reader pronouns used: not applicable

Content warnings: kinda yandere OB Leona...

Boy, oh boy, OB Leona looks pissed.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Magic gleams in his palms, and you think, oh god, he’s gonna sand me, isn’t he?

You swallow, then smile brightly. “Leona! My favourite furry! How’re you doing?” You shoot him some finger guns.

OB Leona frowns even more at your choice of words. “What’s a ‘furry?’”

“Um, nothing!” You laugh nervously. “Um, anyways, pal, do you mind opening the portal out of here or something?”

“Why would you want that?” OB Leona steps towards you. “You came here because you wanted to, didn’t you? So why d’you want to leave?”

Oh, crackers. “Listen, buddy, this place is dope and all, but Keeping Up With The Kardashians is on tonight and I can’t miss that, so if you don’t mind opening that–”

“I don’t think so.”

And suddenly, OB Leona is very, very close to you, right up in your No-No Square, and he has this weirdly intense look in his eyes. His rough, calloused fingers coated in a thin layer of sand trace your cheekbone, the heat of magic warming your face gently.

Drip, drip, drip, goes the ink.

“A king has never ruled alone,” he tells you. “And I don’t intend to be the first one.”

“…Ok, but I don’t see what that has to do with–” And then, it hits you. “You’re in love with me?”

OB Leona grins, baring all his teeth. “Took you long enough to figure that out, Herbivore.” You’ve gotta be shitting me.

“…Ok!” you chirp. “That’s great! Amazing! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Just… one thing.”

“If it’s about leaving, then I don’t want to hear it.”

“No, no, no!” You stroke OB Leona’s arm, hoping that might do something to calm him down. “It’s about temporarily leaving!”

OB Leona’s hands begin to glow, and you hastily add, “Emphasis on the ‘temporary!’”

“…” The glowing stops, thankfully.

“Leona, sweetheart, hear me out for a second, because I think you’ll like this.”

“You’d better make it quick.”

“You’re like, king now, right?”

“There’s no one else, so this realm has no choice.”

“…Great, great! Anyways, so what I’m saying, is, how would you feel about matching crowns!”

“…What?”

“Matching crowns! One for the king, and one for your consort! It can be my gift for you for Valentine’s!”

“I still don’t see the point.”

“W-Well, the thing is…” You quickly scrape your mind for some argument that would appeal to OB Leona, and to your delight, you find one. “You know, by matching with me, you’re kind of marking me as yours, yeah? Now doesn’t that butter your biscuit?”

“I don’t need a crown to mark you.” OB Leona grins that grin with all his teeth, and begins to lean closer to you. Oh shit, oh shit, red alert–

“But sweetheart, you would look really, really hot in a crown!”

Leona pauses. For a moment, there is silence. You hope it’s a good silence.

“…I can’t say,” Leona finally tells you, “that I don’t like the idea of making your heart race.”

And that sounds so much like the Real Leona, so much so that you feel your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter a little.

OB Leona releases you from his grasp, and snaps his fingers. Immediately, a portal opens, showing a deep, dark sea. Azul’s realm.

“Be quick about it,” and OB Leona grins that sharp grin of his again. “The longer you make me wait, the hungrier I’ll get.”

“Then drink milk,” you mutter to yourself, then leap through the portal and into the waters.

[screeching-bunny]

we should do a collab together like

imagine yandere! farm boy x reader x yandere! city boy

but i write the farm boy and you write the city boy and we put our big brains together and write a series

Dude that would be so dope 😭

[mymoodwriting]

Can I request yandere demon Taeyong and Yuta x Angel reader

And Happy new year🥳🎉🎊

Angels and Demons, a favorite genre of mine, especially the wings >_< Some tensions between the two groups, but finding, or perhaps forcing common ground is dope as well. This is one is gonna be good, thanks for the request! Happy New Year!

[couldyouspeakmyname]

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED FOR ALL THINGS YANDERE!SHISHIGUMI ❤️❤️❤️ Can we get some headcanons please 🙏🙏🙏

Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means “to be sick,” and the second is deredere, used here for “lovestruck.” A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

Yandere!Shishigumi

Bonus: Louis, Melon, and Chief Lion

Previous Yandere!Shishigumi ask

I am weak for Yandere!Shishigumi- Forgive any errors I tried to get this done in a reasonable time

Ibuki

If you had to pick a yandere to have an obsession with you, you're best off with Ibuki. He's dedicated, and willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy.

This does not include giving you to someone else. Despite his loving and supportive nature, you'll find anyone who starts to even have an inkling of an interest in you tends to vanish or changes their mind quickly. Ibuki will claim that the one good thing about being a lion, means that people listen and obey him without much thought because of his species. He uses it to his advantage.

Ibuki is the kind of yandere who will provide services in order to gain your affection. He prides himself on being who and what you need at any given time.

The sort of guy who does the secret admirer thing. Suddenly someone has bought you flowers, paid it forward for your food...

Ibuki’s ideal evening is being alone with you, watching a movie. Maybe while he sits next to you, he gets to put his hand next to yours. Would it be to forward to lock his pinky with yours?

Ibuki will and has killed for you, you just don’t know it. Once you catch his eye, a lot of your problems vanish fairly quickly...as do troublesome people. You haven’t seen that jerk cashier from the store in a while

Free

He’s the most forward of the yandere’s. He’d probably ask you out within a few weeks of establishing contact

Free is the kind of yandere that would not only kill for you, but kill in front of you. As a gang member, he will get away with it. You should be grateful, he doesn’t kill with his bare hands for just anyone. 

Will take rejection the worst out of all the Shishigumi, and is very reactionary. It’s not a good idea to trigger him

Free’s knee jerk reaction is to kill anyone who gives you an issue. While many of the other shishigumi will try to find ways around it, Free just doesn’t hesitate. You’d be grateful to never have to deal with the problem ever again, right?

Despite being the most volatile yandere, if you return his affections, he’s one of the most easy yanderes to manage. If you tell him to stop, or avoid killing, he will. He’ll complain a lot, but he’ll listen. He’s wrapped around your finger, and everyone knows it

He’s also very easy to distract from whatever issue he feels he has to deal with. The guy will drop almost anything if it means he just gets to kiss you. 

Free is most happy when he has his darling in the mansion surrounded by the other lions. They’re protected, in his den, and most of all: they can’t get away. He sleeps easier you you in his bed

Probably leaves body parts of your 'enemies' in your house as gifts to show off that someone is looking out for you.

Dolph

Actually very reasonable. He doesn’t jump with his emotions, and he’s calm and collected. He’s not driven by his moetions, but he’s influenced by them

Has and will kill for his darling, but he’s smart and tends to play the long wait game. It’ll always be within a year, but Dolph will stalk, learn weaknesses, then strike. 

Dolph is strong, resilient, and will risk his life for his darling if needed

Dolph will often talk about his Darling to Agata, and speaks of them highly

Dolph isn't the sort to break into his Darling's home, but will often watch through windows, or guard outside. It's also not uncommon for him to be in the vicinity when his darling gets off from school/work

When Dolph is finally dating his Darling, he doesn't intend for them to ever leave him....ever. Breaking up isn't an option, and as far as Dolph is concerned, you're basically married

Like Free, Dolph is most relaxed when his darling is in the Shishigumi mansion, and only then does he feel comfortable leaving their side

Agata

Agata is a level headed guy, but he is fueled by his emotions. As soon as he sees you, he's hooked

He does interact with you, but you'd probably not remember him much. He doesn't stand out, but will often ride on the train with you, shop at the same grocery stores you do, ect. It's all on purpose so he can be as close as possible, without you getting creeped out

Any time he speaks with you, he almost thinks of it as part of a video game. Every social interaction with you that ends well, he feels like he gains an affinity. It also means even small interactions have a big impact on him. He may see a hello as a hello especially for him, instead of a social nicety.

Agata turns to Dolph for advice, and Dolph gives it freely. Dolph also will check in on your if Agata is unable to. Dolph is the only lion Agata trusts with you. Unlike the rest of the Shishigumi, Agata is not comfortable with you being near them. Why? His instincts tell him they're competition.

Agata is the youngest, and best, yandere at tracking his Darlings online presence. In combination with Dope, the two of them can find any and all social media, and they both use it to track their respective darlings and find more out about them.

Dope

Speaking of Dope, he's one of the few Yanderes that manipulates those around you. He'll gets to know the people you know, and get information about you from them. If he manipulates those around you, then he'll have no opposition when it comes to getting to you.

Dope also gets to know you quickly, and because he's so good at talking and manipulating...you tell him a lot of things you'd normally not say so quickly.

Dope isn't naturally violent, but it doesn't mean he wont get his hands dirty if he has to. He's still a lion, and can loose his temper.

Dope loves to pulls strings behind the scenes and manipulate others to get you ahead or for you to have an advantage

Dope probably knows more of your information than most. He knows your blood type

Hino

More unstable than one would think.

His looks has gotten him far in life, and out of all the yanderes, Hino is one of the ones who can NOT take any sort of rejection

Hino is generally gentle, and he's a gift giver. Expect to find new things in your home that you didn't purchase yourself

Yes he's been in your house. Good looks aren't the only reason he's in the Shishigumi

Hino loves to be close to you, and will travel the same areas, and probably steals blankets and shirts you wear

Hino probably is more bold than many other yanderes, and introduces himself early. He's charming, and somewhat manipulative.

His favorite nickname for you is Darling

Miguel

Miguel is close second behind Free in terms of killing for his Darling. Miguel is strong, and doesn't hold back on anyone he deems as a threat. It doesn't matter who or what they are

Miguel is your silent protector, and it doesn't take long for him to weasel his way into your life. He ends up helping you with any, and everything

Probably introduced himself by helping you with heavy groceries that were difficult to carry or something

If Miguel were to ever kidnap his darling, there's very little they could do to stop him. Miguel is strong, there's very few animals would could beat him in a strength check

Even though he seems intimidating, Yandere!Miguel is actually very sweet. His love language is acts of service

Sabu

You will never see Sabu coming. He's basically a ghost, and he doesn't show himself unless he wants you to see him

Probably does maintenance on your vehicle in the middle of the night to make sure you drive safely

Sabu is also the kind to clean your home while you're away and keep it tidy. You'll know someone was there (he wants the acknowledgement)

Know that no lock can keep him out, and with help from Dope and Jinma, you're security system is useless

Sabu is a yandere that knows his intense affection isn't normal, but knows how to curve it. You'll meet him, eventually. When you do? You're already in so deep that in the matter of a few hours he can take you and make it like you never existed

Jinma

Jinma probably knows you so well that he has a wall with everyone you know and interact with up on a wall connected with red string

Would know your social security number/card pin numbers/ any vital info

Jinma knows your likes and dislikes, and has your habits memorized

One of the yandere that likes to come to your house when you not home and just exist where you normally are

While he knows a lot, he also knows not to freak you out and introduces himself slowly over time. You wont know how deep his obsession is until you've already fallen for him

Melon

The only yandere worse than Melon MIGHT be Yafya

Melon doesn't care who he hurts. Your family? A nuisance. Your friends? Boring. Who care about any of them when you have him?

Will kidnap you on a whim, and no one can really stop him. Depending when he does it, he potentially has the Shishigumi behind him

Locks you in a room and treats you like his pet

He's the kind of yandere who only lets you out of his sight if you're locked behind a door. You can go outside, but you have to go with him. Run, and you'll be caught and punished

On the flip side, he's more vulnerable with you than anyone else, and talks honestly

He really enjoys having you close, and will take your hand so you can scratch behind his ears/antlers

Louis

RIP you.

Yandere!Louis is also very emotional and volatile. Once he wants you, he has you.

He has money to make anything standing in his way disappear.

He treats you well, and spoils you with cash and items. You just have to stay by his side, and not stray to far or try to run

You will never have alone time again. Even if Louis isn't there, the Shishigumi is

Thinks he knows what's best for you, no matter what

You get a sugar daddy, but you also loose your freedom. You wont be allowed to have a job, or hobbies that surround you with other people. Louis is all you need.

Chief Lion

It takes only a few hours before he has you in his grasp, locked in the Shishigumi mansion with no means of escape.

He likes it best when you're naked, or are wearing high quality clothing

He will buy you anything you need, so going 'out' to shop isn't necessary

You don't get to leave the mansion without him. He doesn't even trust the rest of the lions with you

The kind of yandere who loves touching and having you close.

If you do need time 'outside' he's going to have you go to a spa to be pampered (plus you're inside with someone he's paid to keep an eye on you)

Forget your old life, as far as anyone else knows, you're still a missing person

[vergilthelibrarian]

Dream of Me, pt.2.

To the anon who asked me to write a second part to this, here ya go! I’m might turn this into a series cause I’m actually genuinely interested in what I’m writing.

TW: mentions of self harm

Part.1

Yandere!PsychDoctor!SichengxGenderNetural!Reader

Walking into the day room, you looked around, eyes landing on Jisung who soon saw you.

His eyes lit up and he smiled and you smiled too, walking and taking a seat next to him.

“Hey.”

“Did you sleep well?” you asked him and he shrugged.

“A little. Not gonna lie, I was kinda scared.” he answered.

“I get it. I was too when I first went to a psych ward. I cried myself to sleep actually.

“Really?”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

You two started talking, mostly getting to know each other.

“I’m in my first year of university. I’m majoring in dance.” he said proudly.

“That’s awesome! I got a degree in music and I was going for my masters before I moved back here.” you said.

“Why is that?” Jisung asked and you glanced away.

“I was kinda forced to move back here. Past demons catching up with me and all.” you told him.

“Is it because of your doctor? I saw him go into your room last night…” he whispered to you and your eyes widen for a bit before going back to normal.

“I… Jisung-”

“I’m sorry if I struck a nerve or-”

“It’s okay Jisung.” you said.

You sighed.

“My doctor is a childhood friend of mine so he knows me. I don’t really like talking about him though.” and he nodded.

“It’s cool. I don’t want to make you upset or uncomfortable or anything.”

You two looked up as you saw a young man walk into the room who you instantly recognized.

“Hey Taeyong.” you waved and the tired looking man stopped in his tracks and looked at you. He waved at you before walking to a chair and sitting down, crossing his legs and turning his attention to the TV.

Soon you saw your doctor walk in, a gentle smile on his face.

“Y/n. I see you’re out today and you’re making friends.” he stopped in front of you, glancing at Jisung for a bit while Jisung gave a small smile in return.

“Let’s go to your room for a bit and see how you’re doing?”

You nodded, getting up and walking off with the doctor to your room.

Once you got into your room, you sat down on your bed, facing Sicheng as he took a seat in the chair.

“How are you today?” he asked.

“Why do you keep asking me this? It’s not like as if you’re gonna let me leave this place anyway.” you said looking at him annoyed.

Sicheng chuckled.

“You’re right about that.” he said with a smirked.

Ever since finding out that Sicheng was your doctor, you knew that he was gonna somehow use his position and power to make it harder for you to leave despite being the cause for your stay at the psych ward in the first place.

You pulled at your fingers, your eyes soon on your lap.

You hated the air in the room.

It felt stuffy and awkward and you didn’t feel safe. You wanted to be back in the day room talking with Jisung.

“So… I see you’re talking with a new patient.” Sicheng said.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous. You’re the one who told me yesterday to go out into the day room and talk to others.” and he nodded slowly.

“I did. But I still can’t help but just get a little jealous when I see you’re talking to other people besides me.” he admitted.

He leaned back into the chair, his eyes on you.

“You know, I’ve been talking with my team and I brought up you moving into a long term residential psychiatric program and-”

“What?” you looked up at the doctor, eyes wide.

“Aww, Y/n.” he cooed. “You’re sick. You’re a danger to yourself. If I let you go back outside, who knows what will happen to you.” he said.

“B-but… You can’t do that!” your voice raised as you looked at him in shock.

“I can and I will. You weren’t even taking your medication when you checked in.”

“That’s because you kept throwing them away. You worsened my sickness…”

Sicheng’s jaw clenched and he glanced away.

He looked back at you, his face soften as he said, “I’m only doing this so you realize that I’m the only who can really help you. No one cares for you as much as I do and if you’d just stop resisting me, it wouldn’t have to be like this.” he said before getting up.

“You can go back to the day room now. We’re done for today.” he walked to the door and left the room.

You got up from the bed, rubbing your arm as you walked to the door and left the room.

You went back to the day room only to see Taeyong talking to Jisung.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how Jisung looked a bit uncomfortable while Taeyong talked to him.

They soon noticed you though, their eyes landing on you and Taeyong motioned you to come closer.

You did, taking your seat next to Jisung.

“What did Sicheng say?” Taeyong asked, his eyes now on you.

You sighed.

“He’s thinking about putting me in the long term program.” you told him.

Taeyong frowned and Jisung eyes grew wide.

“What does he even gain from keeping you trapped here?” Taeyong wondered out loud, leaning back into his seat.

You shook your head.

“I don’t know.”

Taeyong himself was a long term resident of the psych hospital. He was schizoaffective and, from what he told you, his mind snapped when he lost his mother. You met Taeyong in your first year of high school, he only being one year higher than you. Everyone knew how much Taeyong loved his mother and when the news came out that she had cancer, he became a bit more sadder than his usual cheerful self but still, he kept his optimism. Everything was fine at one point, his mother had her last chemo treatment and things seemed to be turning up. But then it came back and this time it was worse and the doctors told his family that there was nothing they could do. When his mother passed away last year, his mental health started declining rapidly and with him already being bipolar now being paired with symptoms of schizophrenia, he genuinely felt as though he was losing his mind. Besides all of that, he didn’t tell you much as to what led up to him to being here but he did tell you that it was his relatives who brought him here and suggested to the nurses for him to stay here long term and with how unstable he was, his team decided that that was probably the best thing for him.

“This place is hell. I mean, besides the fact there’s nothing to do here, some of the doctors and nurses will just dope you up with so much drugs to the point were you become numb.” Taeyong said, which was true.

Some of the doctors and nurses just weren’t good people.

They didn’t see the patients as people who were genuinely sick and needed help.

Some of them saw you as lab rats to test new drugs on or as incurable.

One of the patients named Jennie, who only left her room for meal time, had severe BPD and was given so much medication by her doctor that she never really seemed all too there.

She would just sit and stare at the wall.

Never moving, her eyes blinking slowly.

It was sad.

Jisung frowned slightly.

“Isn’t that against the law though?” he asked and Taeyong rolled his eyes.

“The government doesn’t care about insane people. We’re seen as dangers to society just for existing and some of these “doctors” and “nurses” tend to keep those same ideas when they come into this line of work.” he crossed his arms. “And they don’t help us because we need it. They “help” us because we’re considered ticking time bombs that will kill someone the moment we have an episode.”

Jisung shook his head.

“But that’s not true.” he said and Taeyong sighed, looking at him with sad eyes.

“You’re right. It’s not true. But the rest of society still think it is and we, the ones with the illnesses, still suffer because of it.”

~~

Sicheng typed away on his computer when he heard a knock on his door.

“Come in.” he said, his eyes soon leaving the screen when he heard it open.

A man in a black three piece suit came in and closed the door.

He took a seat in one of the chairs that face the front of Sicheng’s desk and Sicheng smiled warmly at the man.

“How are you doing Yoonoh?” he asked and Yoonoh made a face as though he was in thought.

“Fine I guess.” he answered.

Sicheng saved his work and closed his laptop, giving his attention back to the man in front of him.

He waited patiently as the man tried to gather his thoughts.

“I don’t know how I’m doing. I don’t know how I’m feeling. Honestly, this life has made me so numb, so desensitized that I don’t even know if I could even have a genuinely healthy relationship with anyone. The fear of them dying a retaliation is just too high.”

Sicheng nodded, his eyes on the man who looked visibly distraught.

“It amazes me how my father was such a sweet man to me and my mother. I genuinely don’t know how he did it. This life makes it so hard to be sweet to others especially since it made me realize how much of a sadist I am.”

Sicheng listened to Yoonoh spill his guts out to him, about his fears, the nightmares he has of those that he killed getting their revenge.

And as Yoonoh talk, he cried.

He always cried during his sessions with Sicheng and Sicheng knew that Yoonoh thought he could only cry here with him because what would his men think of him crying over being raised in a life crime considering he’s the leader of his father’s mafia?

They would think he was a pussy.

After about 30 minutes passed, Yoonoh wiped his eyes, closing his mouth as he was done talking.

But before Sicheng could say anything, something came across Yoonoh’s mind and soon he found himself asking, “How’s Y/n doing? I’ve been thinking about them lately.” he said and Sicheng smiled.

“I’m taking care of them at the hospital. I’m actually planning to become their sole caregiver.”

Yoonoh nodded.

He didn’t want to tell Sicheng but he did felt bad for helping Sicheng force you to come back here, especially since it seemed like you had your entire future ahead of you. He also felt bad that Sicheng was using your mental illnesses against you. He only did things like that to his enemies so he didn’t understand why Sicheng was doing it to you… but love did come in different ways so he usually chalked it up to Sicheng just being in love.

Yoonoh didn’t really question why Sicheng did the things he did to you but he still couldn’t help but feel guilty at helping destroy your future and being stuck with a man who may be missing a few screws himself.

“How are you gonna become their sole caregiver?” he asked curiously.

“Their family already gave me the okay to care for them long term and their friends don’t even know that I was the one that was stalking them all those years ago. Also, no one is gonna question why they’re living with me suddenly since everyone knows we were close friends.”

Yoonoh knew he was right.

Everyone who was raised in this town knew how close you and Sicheng were before you went off to university.

What no one knew however was how your leaving made Sicheng lose it and while he was taking more unconventional routes in order to become a psychiatric, he hired Yoonoh to find out where you were since you deleted all of your old sns accounts before you left and didn’t really tell anyone the college you got accepted into. Once he found you though, Sicheng made it his mission to get you back, no matter how mad he had to drive you.

“Why are you asking about Y/n by the way?” Sicheng asked and Yoonoh ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know. Guilty conscious I guess.” he admitted and Sicheng nodded.

“I understand. But know that Y/n is only safe in my care. I will never let harm come to them.” he said and Yoonoh just nodded.

That might be true but if anyone was to ever harm you, Yoonoh thought, it’d be no one other than Sicheng himself.

~~

You eyes looked to your side, landing on Taeyong’s drawing.

You looked back at the blank paper in front of you, not knowing what to draw.

You decided to go to art therapy with Taeyong since you didn’t want to be in your room all day since you were still hallucinating and talking to both Jisung and Taeyong seemed to be helping a bit.

You’ve always heard a voice in your since you were child and only started visually hallucinating around the time you hit puberty.

The voice started off telling you do to random dangerous things, similar to how intrusive thoughts are but as you got older, the voice became more abusive and since your family didn’t believe you when you told them what was happening, you suffered throughout your entire youth because of that voice, the only people taking your words seriously being your friends.

The voice that would talk to you was a male’s voice. You couldn’t put a name to who it was though so you usually called it Him.

But when Sicheng started stalking you, a new voice appeared and the voice was that of Sicheng.

His voice would tell you in the mostly sickly sweet tone how no one loved you.

How no cared about you.

That your friends were fake and your family hated you.

And you heard his voice tell you this because he was already telling you this himself.

Leaving messages on your phone through voice and text, writing letters and leaving it in your mailbox, telling you how much no one loved you… besides him.

And it really did affected you.

You started distancing yourself from your college friends and by the time you graduated, your mental health was just as bad as it was when you were younger, if not, worse.

The only reason why his words affected you was because of how much you believed him.

Out of all of your friends, Sicheng was the only one who truly comforted you.

You were friends with Taeyong too but he was going through so much back then that you understood why he couldn’t really do much to help you.

But Sicheng…

Sicheng was always there for you and maybe it was selfish of you to just leave your hometown without a word and start a new life at a college in another state but you wanted to get away from your family so badly that you were fine with forgetting about your old friends and moving on.

Starting anew.

You sighed as you picked up a red color pencil and started drawing circles.

The circles began overlapping one another until it turned into a red mess.

“Okay guys. Now it’s time for us to go around and tell everyone what we drew and why.” Chittaphon, or Ten as what everyone called him, said as he turned down the music that was playing in the room. “Remember, you don’t have to say anything.” he smiled before picking up his drawing and starting first.

You liked Ten.

He was pretty chill and funny and would also let patients take crayons and paper to their room just to draw.

Once Ten was done explaining his drawing, he passed it down to one of the patients who began talking.

When it got to Taeyong though, he shook his head.

“I don’t feel saying anything today.” he said and then looked at you.

You picked up your drawing, looking at it, sighing.

“I didn’t really draw anything.” you started. “I just drew a bunch of circles overlapping into one another.” you turned the paper around for everyone to see. “I’ve just been hearing the voices and they keep talking over each other. I guess it could mean that? I don’t know, I’ve just been overthinking a lot about things.”

“What are they?” Ten asked and you looked at him.

“Just… just about the things that led me up to being here…” you answered him and Ten nodded.

“The beautiful thing about art is that it never truly has to be good. Art is a way to express emotions and thoughts that you can’t express in the verbal all too well. To make sense of the thoughts and troubles you have. To cope and understand the trauma you suffer from. If you drawing a bunch of circles made you come to that conclusion, then I say that you did draw something.” Ten said, a gentle smile on his lips.

You nodded.

“I guess you’re right.” you said, setting the paper down on the table. “I’m done.” you laughed awkwardly, looking at the older woman next to you who then began explaining what she drew.

When group ended, Taeyong told you to wait for him and went up to Ten and asked him for some more art supplies and Ten went and got him some crayons and paper.

Once he gave it to him, Taeyong thanked Ten and soon the both of you left the room.

“Let me put these in my room real quick.” Taeyong said and you two walked to his room, just talking about whatever.

When he got to his room, he went in, set his supplies on his dresser and walked out, the both of you heading to the day room.

As you entered, you saw Jisung whose eyes were red and puffy.

He did have talk therapy during yours and Taeyong’s art therapy group so you assumed that was the reason why he looked rather sad.

You went up to him, taking a seat next to him and smiling.

“Everything okay?” you asked him and Jisung looked up at you.

Taeyong took the opposite seat next to Jisung and began rubbing his back.

“Every time one of my alters take over, I don’t feel in control of my body. I’m just watching on autopilot while this stranger ruins everything.” he said. “I just hate that I can’t even remember what actually happens. I can’t recall the things I’ve done or said. I just feel so alone...” he sniffled

“Jisung, what you’re going through, there are others who go through it as well. You’re never really alone.” you said, trying your best to comfort him. “But I know what you mean. I feel the same way too.” Taeyong nodded. “Same.” he said. “When it comes to being sick mentally, it feels like as if no one understands your struggles. That you’re the only person in the world suffering but there are others who do know your struggles. Just because your friends and or family don’t get it, doesn’t mean you’re truly alone.” you told him, a soft smile on your face.

Jisung nodded slowly.

“I guess you’re right.” he said, shoulders slumped.

As you and Taeyong try to comfort Jisung, you saw someone come into the room out of the corner of your eye. Looking up, you saw a patient you’ve never seen before and thought it was a new patient.

His eyes met yours for a bit before looking away.

He looked rather tall in to you and his hair was black. His eyes look tired and sad and as he sat down, you wondered what exactly brought him here.

“It seems like everyday a new guy shows up yet I’m still stuck here.” Taeyong whispered bitterly causing you and Jisung to laugh, who seemed to be feeling a bit better.

~~

As you sat in your bed, you pulled at your hair.

The voices were loud.

Even though you were taking medication, they wouldn’t stop.

You began wondering if you were even given the actual medication you needed or sugar pills.

Knowing Sicheng, that wouldn’t really surprise you if that was the case.

You’ve been in the hospital for 3 weeks now and it seemed as though mentally, you were getting worse.

You looked to your side as the door squeaked open and Sicheng came in.

He walked to the bed and sat down on it, wiping your hair away from your face.

“How was your day?” he asked you and you looked away, pulling at your hair harder.

“No no no, don’t do that. That’s not a good habit.” he said gently pulling your hand away from your hair.

Sicheng was always so gentle with you… but his words always hurt you.

They cut you, hurting and bleeding far more than any self harm scar you’ve ever inflicted.

There was a part of you that still clung to Sicheng.

He was always there for you when no one else was and it made you so confused whenever you thought about that because Sicheng was the reason for your mind worsening in terms of health.

“My day was okay.” you answered timidly, not looking at the man who watched you with soft eyes.

At first, when he started harassing you, you felt terrified, angry that your old best friend was doing this, but ever since coming back home, you began feeling weird. Confused at the fact that Sicheng was still very much the warm and understand boy you grew up with… as long as you didn’t do anything that upset him that was but to Sicheng, you could never upset him.

Irritate him, yes.

But genuine anger towards you, no.

Sicheng chuckled, his hand soon caressing your cheek.

“That’s nice.” he said.

You hated the fact that this man practically had a say on whether or not you were “healthy” enough to leave because deep down you knew he was still sabotaging everything in order to make you stay here.

But a part of you would protest and say that Sicheng is just looking out for you because Sicheng’s voice, that was in your mind, was telling you that all he ever did was look out for you because that’s what the real Sicheng was telling you.

You bit your bottom lip as you felt soft plump lips, gently touch your cheek.

Sicheng would always kiss you everywhere on your face, except your lips.

His kisses was always hesitant and shy, just like him.

He leaned back, his eyes on you, smiling, a soft look on his face as he said, “Goodnight 亲爱的 (Qīn'ài de/Dear). Things will start getting better once you realize that all you need is me.” he lifted his hand up and began rubbing the top of your head. “Now get some rest.”

[cryptidcasanova]

Pinot Noir

Detective!Bucky x Reader (soft!dark Bucky)

Summary: Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.

Words: 6k

Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, and Amnesia. Dubcon, Smut, and Party Drugs. Dark themes throughout.

James was closing up for the night. His keys were in one hand and his hat in the other when he heard a frantic knocking on the office door. 

Maybe if he waited it out, whoever it was would go away. He had been working long hours all week. But the knock was persistent, and James could hear the plea on the other side of the door. Someone needed his help. 

It seemed like someone always needed his help.

He should have invested in getting his working hours engraved on the door, but with his line of work, there were no set hours. 

James Barnes Detective Agency

He set down his hat and unlocked the front door, and in an instant, a gentleman was storming into the office.

“Mr. Barnes, I need your help.” The man was panicked, pulling a hand anxiously through his hair. “It’s urgent. I have nowhere else to turn to. Please, Mr. Barnes. You got ‘ta help me.”  

With a curious quip of his brow, James led him over to his desk.

“Slow down, pal,” He let his accent drawl out against the quiet of the room. The man took a breath. “What happened?”

“It’s my girl. Well, my fiancé,” he explained. “She’s missing.”

The detective's eyes danced with a dark, wild light. Unfortunately for his little friend here, James already knew that.

James was staking out a home on an odd job when he first spotted you. You were on your way to work. He knew you were a vision even from far away, far from where he was waiting and watching from his car lookout. You were relaxed, never rushed, and your light composure made it hard for him to turn away.

He watched until you drove off down the road, and it was only then that he realized that he missed crucial moments in his investigation. 

But it was worth it.

He continued his investigation, and it went that way for a few days, watching you from the safety of his car until he could no longer justify extending his stake out.

James never expected it to turn into more than innocent curiosity, but he couldn’t help but learn how you maneuvered around your schedule. You worked and visited friends and carried yourself leisurely, making his heart thump in his chest.

He couldn’t stay away for very long.

His hyper fixation had turned into something more as time drew on. James had bumped into you, met you, and passed by you half a dozen times, and you hardly noticed. A soft smile here, a ‘pardon’ me there. But it wasn't enough.

James learned your schedule. He knew how you liked your morning breakfast sandwiches and what you put in your coffee. He knew you had a soft spot for oldies music and caught you more than once dancing around your kitchen to the smooth, sultry tunes of the 1940s. He knew you prefer to sleep with a fan instead of cracking a window.

An ardent, fervent love brewed within him. He just needed for you to see it too.

There was only one looming problem; you were in a relationship.

James could have used a little more time to pick up on your boyfriend’s intentions, but by the time he realized the man had proposed, James needed to jump into action. Worst of all, you had said yes.  

But James was strategic. He would need to use it to his advantage.

He knew when you were going out to celebrate your engagement. He knew which friends you would be with, and he specifically knew they only drank white wine while you sipped on red - a woman after his own heart.

That’s all it would take. James had a friend across town in the medical field who knew the ins and outs of all street drugs and how to get his hands on them. After all their time working around each other, Bruce Banner wasn’t one to question his motives.

Doping up the wine was the easy part. Delivering it would be a little trickier.

You were dining out at a little Italian restaurant and were busing laughing the night away with your friends when the waiter interrupted the table. 

His eyes were wide with a secretive surprise. Whatever he had to say, he carried a certain excitement about it.

“Excuse me, ladies,” He cleared his throat. “One of our other patrons heard you were celebrating tonight. Here is a bottle of the finest Pinot Noir in Brooklyn. On the house.”

The table paused, your friends looking at you with bated breaths.

What a spectacle. You could hardly believe it.

“Oh no, I couldn’t. It's too nice,” You shook your head with a bashful grin. When the waiter insisted, you were stunned. “Are you sure? Who do I need to thank?”

The grin tugging on your lips had had an addictive quality to it, but the waiter shook his head. He wouldn’t break so easily.

“My lips are sealed,” He ensured. “But it’s from a very generous patron.” And then, without waiting, “May I pour you a glass?”

And you didn’t question it for a moment.

That was your first mistake.

The night passed by in a blur, and you were beyond happy. 

You were engaged to be married, were with your closest friends, and you felt as light as a feather. You were on your second glass of wine, effectively drinking a good portion of the bottle before you started to sway on your feet.

Even better – your friends passed up on it. They weren’t too big of a fan of red wine and were happy to sip on their own drinks while you celebrated.

Overall, it was a perfect night.

After waiting for the buzz to pass, you insisted you were good to drive, promising you just needed some air. And that you would be right as rain. 

And your friends didn’t think twice about it.

That was your second mistake.

It wasn’t until you were on the road and driving back home that the full effects of the doped wine kicked in. You could never have known, but you were blacking out at the wheel. It started slowly, then kicked in quickly and all at once. You were losing your grip on staying awake. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw headlights shining into the passenger side of your car. 

Briefly, you realized that they weren’t there a moment before.

And then your world had gone dark.

You didn’t feel the force of the impact, the crunch of metal against metal. The screeching of tires and broken glass were lost on you. Your head bashed against the window.

To get the record straight, James never wanted you to get hurt. 

But some things were necessary, and the accident would make things easier in the long run. He could admit that the impact was rough, but it was not meant to cause you any real damage.

He worked without hesitation, stepping out from behind the wheel of the hotwired car to your own. James was nimble in prying open the driver’s side door, and once he was close enough, his breath hitched in his chest.

This was the closest he had ever been.

You were completely unaware of how you had captivated him. His leather gloves were soft against your skin, and his breath was warm on your cheek. 

He was going to take care of you now.

And as James pulled you into his arms and carried you down the street, he gave you another once over. You were banged up from the wreck and looked so delicate in his arms, but even then, you were just as beautiful as he imagined. 

Except for one tiny detail: 

The ring. You were wearing the engagement ring.

That was your third mistake.

It was like a dance to James. One-two step. One-two step. And you followed his lead perfectly.

He slid the ring off your finger and backtracked toward the battered car, tossing it into the glovebox with an icy stare. It was a simple engagement band, and the diamond was modest. You deserved much better than that. 

For you, James would move mountains and carve the finest gemstones. In fact, he already had a ring of his own picked out.

James was a meticulous planner. He had to be.

He was long gone when the police finally rolled up to your crashed car. There were no fingerprints left behind, no signs of forced entry, and the only thing left in the battered car was the engagement ring.

It was a gift, a way for James to tell everyone that you were gone. It was a way to tell your fiancé that you didn’t want him anymore.

The police had done their investigation and questioned your friends, but nothing seemed to be out of place. That’s how the police operated. They were slow and lazy and looked for an easy answer. It was predictable behavior from the NYPD.

Everyone thought you had run away and didn’t want to get married. The authorities were convinced that you high-tailed it out of town.

James almost gave your fiancé credit. He wasn’t as quick to let you go, and as the man paced around the office, the detective's eyes turned hard.

“You don’t think she ran away,” James started slowly, snapping back into the present. “Do you?” 

James was calm and composed, not giving away his charade.

Your fiancé was an angry mess, shaking his head wildly.

“She wouldn’t have just left me high and dry.” Your fiancé begged for understanding. "She's a cute dame, but she's not smart enough to run for it. No girl would leave me."

And suddenly, James wished he had been paying a little more attention to the man in front of him. He didn't deserve you.

Annoyance prickled in his veins. James would never talk about you that way. Didn't this pissant know you were intelligent, gentle, and one of a kind? 

Clearly not.

 “She was taken, Mr. Barnes. She must have been taken.” The man droned on. "No one leaves me. No one. We were happy."

James would have admired his spirit if it were about any other woman. But the man made a mistake. 

Were you happy? 

James knew that he could make you the happiest dame in Brooklyn. He hummed slowly, listening to the man recount his side of what happened. The room felt surprisingly small; if it were a game of cat and mouse, James was the cat. He was always the cat.

“I don’t know how much help I’ll be.” The detective offered with a simple shrug, and he watched as the man’s shoulders slumped. 

Defeat washed over him, making the corner of James’s lip twitch. 

“At least, not tonight.”

Your fiancé looked back to James, his eyes filled with a broken hope. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Mr. Barnes, I don’t know how to thank you-”

James waved at him to stop. He had heard enough.

“Call the office tomorrow morning, and we can discuss it then.”

The clock was trailing later into the night, and the detective offered the man a professional nod before standing, ushering them towards the front of the office. He put his hat back on and tipped the lid at your fiancé. 

The man was content, stunned into a hopeful silence as he was led to the door.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk,” James confirmed, locking the door behind them. “I have my own wife to get home to tonight.”

Of course. The man understood. He needed to keep a tighter reign on his woman. The man nodded and thanked James again, shaking his hand before going separate ways.

James watched him walk away before turning back towards his car. A sly smirk spread across his face, and for the first time, his expression was dark. He looked murderous.

Everything was falling into place. 

Your fiancé, the brute of a man looking for you, wouldn’t be causing him trouble for much longer.

It was late when James finally made it home, and he made sure to make auditory cues as domestic and casual as possible.

From taking off his jacket and putting it in the closet to set down his keys in the front bowl, he carefully made his way to the bedroom.

He crossed the room slowly to the bathroom, turning on the bedside light and glancing at the sleeping figure.

You were still fast asleep.

James would take his time and savor the moment a little bit longer. He took his time unbuttoning his day shirt and slipping off his wingtips. He let the water in the sink run for a moment before wetting his face and brushing his teeth.

It was nice, nice in a way James didn’t fully expect. It was domestic, but it was more than that. It felt like he wasn’t just at his brownstone house but like he had found his home.

Backtracking, the soft yellow light of the lamp illuminated the bedroom, catching the curves of your cheeks and the sleepy pout of your lips.

You were practically glowing.

It didn’t matter how late it was; James was buzzing with energy as he settled in, letting his body get comfortable next to yours.

And then the unexpected happened. You subconsciously curled into his side, searching for the warmth of his skin. For a moment, he froze. 

You were seeking him out, and even though you didn’t realize it, it had been everything James had been waiting for. He melted into your touch.

He let his eyes flutter closed.

“Baby, I’m home.” 

His words were whispered against your forehead. A slow hum pushed past your lips at the sound. James was being careful, breaching your subconscious like a dream. When you didn’t pull away, he placed a delicate kiss on the crown of your head.

In your sleepy haze, you pulled him closer, draping your hand across his stomach.

You were affectionate, so affectionate.

“I’m sorry it’s so late,” Bucky whispered again, his fingers cradling your cheek. “I missed you.”

“-missed you.” You repeated blindly, eyes fluttering behind closed eyelids.

Bucky couldn’t help his smile this time. The smell of his cologne from the day was faint, but it drifted past you, settling deep in your dreamy subconscious state.

This time Bucky shifted, pulling you into the crook of his neck and weaving one of his legs between your own. That was enough to stir you out of your sleepy stupor.

Your eyes were heavy, and you needed to blink several times before getting a hold of your surroundings.

Nothing was familiar. The room was large, bigger than what you were used to, and the bed was soft and cozy. It was like a dream. The flutter of your eyelashes against Bucky’s shoulder made him shift again.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The soft, velvet voice should have soothed you. You should have felt comforted but immediately had the opposite effect. Confusion was like ice in your veins.

You tensed under his touch. You were afraid to move, afraid to speak.

You were in bed with someone.

“Honey?” The man asked again, confusion lacing his words. He moved his hand back. 

“Where am I?” You interrupted fitfully, but your voice was still thick with sleep. “Who are you?”

Your bones were heavy with fatigue. You felt like you had slept for a week straight.

The man next to you pulled back, looking at you with concern.

The sharp blue of his eyes cut into you, making you look away. Your gaze shifted from his jaw to the curve of his nose to the top of his hair until you couldn’t help but meet his bewildered stare. 

You stared at him, and he stared at you. It was an unspoken dance of wills.

“What do you mean? -” “Are you going to hurt me? -”

You both asked simultaneously, but the words dissolved into a tense silence. 

The man shook his head ardently. 

“No, baby, no.” He reassured gently. “I would never hurt you.”

The man looked scorched from the heat of your words, but it was too late to take them back. His tone turned flat, dejection floating through the open space.

“Maybe I should call the doctor.”

You froze, pulling back to look at him. You watched his jaw clench, finding a secretive look swimming in his eyes.

“The doctor?” You repeated soberly, not fully understanding him. “Why would I need a doctor?”

The man reached up to your temple, and you flinched back, but he wasn’t put off. He doubled down, his fingers dancing along with a uniquely sensitive patch of skin. He rubbed there gently, just past your hairline.

It hurt. It ached. You didn’t notice it before, but it throbbed with burning pain.

A wave of emotion came over you. You felt like crying. The man moved quickly, dropping his hand in a peace offering, but he stayed close by.

“Honey, it’s okay. It’s okay. You were in an accident.” He explained softly, his eyes filled with care. “It was a car accident. You hit your head.”

You hit your head? You didn't remember that and raised your hand, feeling the bump for yourself.

“An accident.” You mimicked in a whisper, concern settling behind your eyes and in the pit of your stomach.

The man nodded gently, his eyes shifting to yours to see your reaction. When you didn’t pull away from him, he spoke up again.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you.” He admitted slowly. “Each day, your memory should get better. But some days, it might get worse.” 

There was a heavy pause, the weight of the room growing until you could only hear your breaths grow heavy.

“What do you remember?” He tried again. He tested your memory patiently, keeping you close.

You didn’t know what to think. You couldn’t remember him. 

You couldn’t remember anything.

“What does that mean?” You broke the silence with a tremble. “Is it like,” You paused again, “It’s amnesia, isn’t it?” You half asked, half-realized. 

Your eyes went wide as soon as the words passed your lips. Your eyes danced over his face quickly, trying to remember. You knew him. You must have known him. Why else would you be there, in his bed, in his home? Your thoughts were spiraling, and it wasn’t helping. 

The man called out your name. 

“Honey, it’s going to be okay,” He reassured, giving your hand a slow squeeze before pulling away to get off the bed. “Let me call the doctor-”

“No.” 

In your urgency, you reached for his arm to pull him back. It must have shocked him because the man’s eyes were wide, flicking down to where you were holding him. 

“No,” You insisted again. “I can do this.”

Even though you couldn’t remember him, you couldn’t deny the affection in his eyes or the sweet way he said your name. This man was a gentleman. He knew you. 

You looked down, and in the lamplight, you saw a diamond twinkling on your left hand. It was a ring. It was a large diamond in a platinum setting, and a small band sat below it. It shocked you. No wonder why he was being so careful with you.

“I’m married?”

Your words were a whisper, floating past you like a daydream. Could it be true? 

You tried not to blush in embarrassment that you could have forgotten something so important.

The man didn’t say anything, but he let his left hand cover your own with a reassuring squeeze, and you saw a wedding band resting on his finger.

Your eyes shoot up to his own.

“We’re married.”

Your correction died on your tongue, looking up at him to see if it was true. The man let out a bated breath, a careful smile tugging at his lips.

He was so beautiful. He was moving slowly like you were a wounded animal, trying to get away. A part of you felt guilty.

“What else do you remember?” He coaxed, not trying to scare you away.

His eyes shimmered with hope, with a longing that was foreign to you. But the longer you looked at him, the less it made sense. You couldn’t focus. Something didn’t feel right.

If you were married, you tried to remember it, a ceremony or him whisking you away or him proposing. You hesitated. Maybe he did propose? The thought had slipped away from you the longer you thought about it, and you were getting frustrated.

“I don’t know.” You replied with a frown, shaking your head. You were getting frustrated.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

It was like he could read your mind.

This man, your husband, didn’t try to crowd into your space. He was patient, but you just wanted to be reassured. You wanted to be comforted, but you just couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember anything.

Anguish crept into your veins. 

“I am so sorry.” You whispered, fighting back frustrated tears. You were trying to be reasonable. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you or to him. “I want to remember.”

A momentary smile danced on his lips before he nodded, slow and understanding. He must have been trying his best too.

Your heart broke.

“It’s okay, baby. Just give it time,” he paused, offering a moment of peace. "C'mere," He ushered you in, and you gave in, letting him pull yourself into his lap. Your legs were straddling his torso, and he sat up, settling his back against the headboard.

He began to rub a hypnotic pattern into your back with his free hand.

His whispers of sweet nothings and honeyed promises stole you away from the harsh reality of what was happening.

You were hurt, and he was taking care of you. It was hard not to fall against him, your head resting along his shoulder.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” “I’ve got you.” “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

He didn’t stop until his ministrations were engraved in the dark crevices of your mind. He wasn’t going to let you go until you believed him.

You wanted to believe him.

He was lulling you back to him, never faltering. This stranger, this man, your husband, was ever diligent. But there was one question jumping to the forefront of your mind.

“What’s your name?” 

The man paused drawing patterns along your back.

He took a deep breath, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You couldn’t see his face but could hear the steady breaths above you.

“I’m Bucky,” He answered softly, tightening his arms around you with a gentle squeeze. Your mind was racing. You couldn’t remember a Bucky. “Well, James,” he corrected, “but only if you’re mad at me.”

You couldn’t help the broken laugh pulled from your chest. Bucky was trying to help, trying to calm you down.

And it was working. The sound of your laugh made him pull back in wonder. 

He would do anything to hear it again.

“Bucky,”

You tested the sound on your lips and tried it again when he hummed in response.

Another moment passed, a heaviness settled over the room, and you sank into his embrace.

“I’m scared.” You admitted, but you weren’t completely afraid. 

You were scared of the unknown, of not being able to remember. But you weren’t afraid of the man in front of you. 

“Is this real? Was there really an accident?”

He didn’t let you go but urged you to look up until your foreheads could touch. This time you didn’t pull away.

His cerulean stare was grounding in a way. It was a tether to reality.

“I’m afraid so, doll.”

His admission made your heart sink for a moment, but the care in his eyes made you glad you made it home.

That’s what this was, right? You were home. You were safe.

“I’m scared too,” He admitted, his eyes flickering from your own down to your lips. A flash of heat spread through your cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. For a moment there, I thought I lost you.”

Where you thought you would find anguish and pain, you were met with a different expression from Bucky. An unspoken desire had seized him. You were home, and you were safe. You were safe in his arms.

Even though you were unsure of what to do, you liked how important you felt. How needed you were. 

If Bucky was being brave, you could be brave too.

“Then help me,” You asked suddenly, your voice a gentle plea. “Help me remember.”

There was a moment where you both hung in suspense, the weight of your words sinking in.

This man was yours. And you were his. 

And then he was on you, crushing you in his hold. Bucky kissed you, his lips sweet and sanguine against your own, and you could have sworn that he was kissing you like a starved man. 

It felt like your first kiss.

To you, it felt brand new. You couldn’t remember its intensity, the scorching heat of his mouth, and you needed to pull back after a moment. 

It was needy; it was tender. His touches were searing hot, and you were burning up.

Bucky’s hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you close. His nose danced along your jaw, peppering deft kisses against your skin.

He was in control, and you didn’t question it for a moment.

You were unraveling in front of him, a choked sound coming from you as he nipped the soft skin of your neck and let his hands wander higher. They danced against your skin under the hem of your shirt, and you groaned at his grip.

His touch was addictive. You urged yourself closer, sinking you both down onto the mattress.

He shifted, rolling you onto your back without breaking contact. He was so intense and involved that you couldn’t help your light chuckle.

It only spurred him on. Bucky was there, holding you with newfound vigor. And now that he had you, he would never let go.

You couldn’t have planned for the ferocity of his movements or how Bucky looked down at you like you were keeping him tethered to the Earth. His careful smile soothed the burn of his stubble against your skin. With your legs entangled and chests pressed together, you felt needed. Bucky made you feel protected.

He was kissing your jaw and shoulders and the curve of your neck, and you couldn’t stop the way you keened towards him. You were reacting beautifully between deep breaths and lofty sounds of pleasure. 

Bucky was playing you like you were made of strings.

And then he rocked, letting his hips snap forward once. His tented arousal brushed up the curve of your thigh, and you shuddered at the contact. 

A low grumble reverberated from his chest. He had been patient, so painfully patient.

“I couldn’t tell you how long I’ve waited for you.” The rasp in his voice was your undoing. He was sincere and vulnerable. Your heart ached. "To be here, to be home." He continued.

How long had you tortured him?

How long did he need you, but you weren’t there? How much time did the accident take away from you two? Slowly, confidence was building in the crevices in your heart. 

“Bucky, come here.” You gently exhaled, tugging him back up to you. 

One slow, firm stare secured the way you felt. The fear dissipated. You were his wife, and he was your anchor in the storm. You took the lead, kissing him with a reverence you’d never experienced. He followed your lead blindly, his expression in awe at every voluntary move you made toward him.

“Honey, I’m sorry I can’t remember,” You pleaded, but your whisper was lost as he ground his body into your own. He wanted to be close, as close as he had ever been.

“Oh baby, it’s okay," Bucky assured quickly, pulling you in for another sweeping kiss. "It’s not your fault.” 

You closed your eyes for the briefest of moments. He was doting on you. The least you could do was return the favor. With that spark of confidence, you smiled against his lips and snaked your hand down between you two. His hand slowly descended from his shoulder, down his chest, and at last, around the curve of his hip. 

His skin was hot and smooth and harrowing. How did you get so lucky?

You dared to explore further, cupping the crook of his body. It was lofty, over the fabric of his boxers, and the friction urged a breathless groan from Bucky. You teased him with a curiosity that excited you, tugging and groping him through the fabric until he was dizzy.

And then you finally pulled him free of his confines through the slit in the front of the boxers. You didn’t even bother to pull them down. With long, intentional strokes of your hand, you let him pull you into another hungry kiss.

Your hand was gentle but firm, and a smooth gleam of excitement slicked his slit. It was sensitive, and you slowly stoked there, only there, making him push you further into the mattress. He moaned into the pillow at the crook of your neck.

With a renewed vigor, you pulled your other hand down, pumping at his shaft and caressing him with care. Bucky was actually shaking, and before too long, he was thrusting up into your hands.

He was putty.

He couldn’t wait to have you. Bucky pulled up to his elbows, hovering over you with a heated gaze. His eyes were dark, and his skin was flushed, and he took one of his hands over yours, stopping your ministrations.

With a wordless command, you listened, letting your hands fall aside to his thighs. His hand danced along your skin, along the outline of your sleep shorts, before adventuring forward. Deft fingers moved on their own accord up and past the barrier of your panties. You were sticking to the cotton. You were more than ready for him.

The shorts were loose, and just as you had done, he teased your skin, his fingers grazing your weeping cunt and up to your sensitive clit. You didn’t know how long you had been holding your breath, but a sharp exhale was pulled from you when he slipped a finger, no, two, inside.

You were so tight and full of need, clenching down on him. Bucky’s stomach burned with desire. You did not doubt that he would break and put you back together again.

You rolled your hips this time, earning warm praise from Buck. His fingers persisted, his thumb drawing hasty circles around your clit.

“That’s it, baby.”

His eyes were locked on you. Your own eyes were dark and hooded, and your lips were bruised in the best way. You were all his.

The teasing didn’t last for very long.

Using his knee, he parted your legs further apart. Bucky made space to stay nested there, between your legs. And he only broke eye contact once, to take a moment to pull your shorts and panties down in a smooth movement.

He wanted to see you wet and glistening. It was all for him, and he drank it in.

He didn’t even bother to take off his boxers when he finally replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock. He needed you so badly.

And then, finally, with a slow drag, you watched each other with new eyes.

It was as if it were for the first time. You appreciated him. 

You needed him.

Bucky was treasuring you like he was meant to be there, and he didn’t stop. You were stretched around him, holding your breath at the burning stretch, taking every part of him an inch at a time. And when he finally bottomed out, you both let out a ferocious moan.

But the desire was a cruel beast. She needed more.

With slow, short thrusts, Bucky made his way back into you, and you had never felt so needy. Your hands pulled around his back, digging into the skin. You needed him close.

Bucky needed you close too. He needed to be careful. Otherwise, he would fall apart faster than he wanted to.

He tried to focus on your hot breaths against his own and the sweet noises you made, but the feeling of you was overwhelming. He had waited so long for this.

You hardly noticed the slow burning in your belly until his thrusts were longer, more drawn out. You were sopping; the lewd noises of skin slapping against the skin were almost too much. He gave you every inch, and you took him in so graciously. You wanted to cry. It felt so good.

Minutes melted together.

It was slow and lazy, and the heat in your stomach reached a peak when he lifted your legs, the angle making you succumb to your dark desires. You flushed a sharp moan into his shoulder before looking up at him. Bucky was a man bewitched.

“Oh baby, was that all for me?” He praised. “You’re so good to me.”

Bucky couldn’t take it, and his low and steady thrusts turned fast and needy. The chase was on.

He hooked your leg around him and kept you buried into the mattress until his release hit his peak, and at the last moment, he pulled out, letting him spill along your thighs up to your navel.

He had time. There would be time to fill you up another night. But for tonight, this was enough.

You cleaned up quickly with your discarded shorts before pulling him back down to you. You were content. Tomorrow was a new day; even if you couldn’t remember, you were home. You must have been home. You were exactly where you wanted to be.

But after a moment of admiration, a curious idea came to mind.

“Bucky?” 

You turned with a whisper, eyes sweeping against his blue ones. His small hmm made you grin. 

“What if,” Your confidence was waning. “Oh, never mind. It’s not important.”

But he wasn’t going to be deterred so easily.

“What is it, doll?”

Embarrassment crawled up your skin. “What if we renewed our vows?” He sat up, looking down at you through heavy, darkened eyelashes.

“I mean,” you quickly continued. “I mean if I can’t remember it. If it doesn’t come back to me.”

You swore you had never seen such fervent love in all your life. He blossomed before you, his eyes shining with a fire you’d never seen. Because for Bucky, that would make it real. It would mean you were his. He didn’t deserve you.

“Of course, honey.” His words were firm, resolute. “We could go as soon as tomorrow.”

A light chuckle overtook you. You couldn’t have known you were mistaking Bucky's urgency for excitement. 

But for Bucky, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers again.

"I'll cancel my plans," He grinned. "We'll go down to the courthouse. I'll buy you a bouquet. We can stay in bed all afternoon."

The affection in his gaze was alarming, and you sat up with a gentle expression. His eyes were dark, filled with longing and lust, and you bit your lip. His hand was trailing along your thigh with unspoken promises.

"Tomorrow, then." You agreed at last. “It’s a date.” 

When Bucky pulled you into a corrupting kiss, you knew you were too far gone to say no. He was going to help you remember. 

He was going to help you remember the life he wanted for you, the life he wanted with you, and this time nothing was going to get in his way.

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At His Mercy | Min Yoongi One Shot

☽ Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem reader

☽ Summary: You have been captive, but he had to make sure that it stays that way forever.

☽ Word count:  800

☽ Genre: yandere, angst.

☽ Warnings: drug use, kidnapping, abuse, manipulation.

You woke up in a different room than usual.

Seated in a chair, well to be more precise it looked more like abandoned medical equipment.

What he would do now? to yn it was a mystery, both for her horror and her curiosity.

But thinking hurts, everything hurt.

You were immobilized too, so tight that your blood stream was slowing, leaving your feet numb.

Some steps, confusion and dizziness when you turn your head to look at him, slurring and a mumbling trying to say his name.

Then a burning sensation in your arm, it was a I.V.

More drugs, you thought, as your weak body pleads for a break from harsh treatments.

You had remained doped with something that made you feel so good that you could imagine yourself in a galaxy far away from the hell you were living, you don’t remember much, he kept supplying that stuff for a few days, you could dare to say an exact period of time, you honestly had lost count since he had taken you away.

Maybe he gave you a little too much this time, but the fact that he saved your life felt more like a punishment than a reward.

Soon you realized that he was draining your blood.

“Its too tight” you said to him weak and pathetic exactly how he wanted you.

He looked at you as if he didn’t expect you to speak.

“Wake up already, little one? It’s almost finished, I know you are uncomfortable you’d been a good girl” his cat like eyes curled up in a supposed to be comforting smile, from a stranger’s perspective the young man can be considered a trustworthy and handsome guy, after all nobody could doubt his cover, behind closed doors he resembles more like a calculated beast.

Deranged, crazy, mad.

But he called that love.

He was a sick, sick man, and he already tried every trick in the book to break you.

And he did.

And to be honest you preferred his delicate touch than his aggressive grab, his soft lips than his cruel treatment, sweet nicknames than degradation.

It made your nightmare more bearable.

The boy didn’t look like a creepy sweaty old man like the media usually portrayed guys like him, he had delicate features, a not so big frame and jet black hair parted in the middle, eyes small and feline like, pink fine lips, fair perfect skin, he was the opposite of what anyone would expect, it made your job of getting repulsed at him more difficult, because when he really tried he could be the sweetest person alive, treating you with such care and love that made you doubt yourself.

But things like this, what he was doing to you right now serve as a quick reality check of his monstruous nature.

When he collected what he wanted, he untied you and put you on the bed, you felt so dizzy and lightheaded, it wasn’t a small amount of blood.

“P.J. will take care of you, I’ll be out but don’t worry it would be only for a night, I promise” he kissed your lips softly.

“Yoongi, what did you do to me?” you asked him looking at his eyes, his soulless eyes.

“I explain you latter, please behave, ok?” he couldn’t resist to kiss you again.

P.J. the creep that was as unhinged as your captor, you could only guess he was severely codependent to Yoongi, so he does as he says, in exchange you don’t know exactly what Yoongi does to make that pest his minion.

He usually doesn’t talk to you much, nor he looks like he gives two shits about you but he follows Yoongi’s instructions very carefully. So he bathed you and feed you, he also detangled your hair not so carefully plucking enough strands to made you complain, he just slapped you hard on the cheek, you stayed silent after that.

Yoongi came next morning, P.J. left immediately.

Soon the fresh showered pair of arms embraced you from behind, his face on your neck.

“Now we can be together without anyone disturbing us ever again” Yoongi said, his voice exited.

“What do you mean?” you tried to sound innocent, he liked that.

“I fixed it, honey, don’t make a lot of questions, since I fixed it we can do a lot of stuff we couldn’t do before” he said leaving small kisses in your neck.

“what stuff?”

“We can go on dates outside, for example, if P.J. finish your new identity we can even get legally married!” he couldn’t contain his joy, he was elated.

You cringed and recoiled at the mention of his plans, you could not bear the thought of belonging to him forever, but he seamed like it was already decided, and you didn’t have any option really. You were at his mercy.

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the yandere springtrap one shot was so good! if u could do a part 2 when you’re able to that’d be dope

Yandere Springtrap x gn!reader (Part 2 for the one shot)

Part 1

[This ones a bit more disturbing, though there's still a bit of fluff]

The light streamed through the half open curtains, causing your eyes to flutter open, taking a few moments for your eyes to adjust the brightness. You noticed someone's arms were wrapped around you. Startled and concerned, you turned over and saw Springtrap was laying next to you, large grey eyes staring at you. Immediately you placed your hands onto his chest and tried to push him away, but it was no use. You tried to pry his arms off of you, however he either didn’t get the hint or care.

“Get off of me!” You cried out, still attempting to get away from his grasp. In response he did the opposite of what you wanted, rather, he tightened his grip and pulled you closer. Instantly you tensed up, digging your nails into his rough chest.

He started to rub your back, drawing circles with his thumb. Placing one hand onto the back of your head, whispering how everything will be okay. You squirmed, feeling uncomfortable. How is everything okay?! He kidnapped you, took you away from your home; away from everyone you love and care for, yet he thinks this is fine?!

“N-no it’s not! This isn’t even close to being okay, you took me away from everyone I love-” You stuttered out, but before you could finish he interrupted.

“Shh, enough. You’re safer here, after all I’m the only one who can truly protect you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth agape. Did he seriously think that you’d be safer with him? You felt so disgusted, repulsed by his touch and the words he just spilled. This thing, which tormented you for days on end was saying he could protect you? You scoffed, he’s more likely to kill you rather than “keep you safe.”

“B-bullshit, what do you really want from me?” You mumbled out, becoming agitated. You thought he was lying, after all, if you love someone you wouldn’t hurt them. You wouldn’t take them away from one of the few things that them happy.

He sighed, still holding tight. “I’ve said it many times already, doll, I adore you. This world is dangerous, I simply want to protect you from it.”

Even though you didn’t believe him, you kept your mouth shut. It’s obvious this thing was delusional and you couldn’t get through to it. You glanced up at him and shuddered, of course it was looking at you. It’s stare was unsettling, something was wrong with him. There was no way this thing was just an animatronic, it felt…. Human. After all, an animatronic doesn’t have organs stuck inside it. You felt sick at the thought.

Awkwardly, your stomach grumbled at the worst time. You don’t even remember the last time you ate. You hoped he didn’t hear it, not out of embarrassment but you didn’t know how it’d react. After a few moments he asked, “Are you hungry?”

You shook your head, but regardless he slowly released you from his grasp and sat up. “I’ll get you something.”

He got off from the bed and went over to the door, pulled out a key then unlocked it. You felt a lot more comfortable with him being further away. “Come.” He opened the door, a loud squeal coming from it. You ignored him, hoping he’d just leave you alone. All he's been doing is clinging onto you all night, you just wanted him to stay away.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t. “Please just leave me alone.” You murmured, holding the blanket tight, raising it over your head. At least you could be on your own under the blanket, you could ignore the rest of the world. Springtrap sighed in response, you heard his footsteps come closer, making you tense up. A cold rush of air came over you once the blanket was pulled off, making you shiver. Pissed off, you instantly sat up and gripped the end of it, trying to pull it back. It was like a tug of war between the two of you. Though he was much stronger, so head had the upper hand.

When he pulled a little too hard, your eyes widened as you fell off of the bed onto the wooden floor with a loud thump, the end of the blanket still in hand. You groaned and mumbled out, “Asshole…”

He chuckled and lent his hand out, offering to help you up. Reluctantly you accepted, then sat back on the bed. Rather than letting you be, he grabbed your arm gently and pulled you to the door. You tried to yank your arm from his grip, but it was no use. He held your hand and walked down the halls, there was no point in fighting so you just ended up giving in and followed. Glancing around, you noticed the place was oddly clean, something you wouldn’t expect from him. The walls were a pale cream, the floors were made of wood that seemed to be polished. The place seemed to be quite small and cosy. There didn’t even seem to be a speck of dirt anywhere.

You reached the dining room which had a large opening that led to the kitchen. In the middle sat a small square table with two chairs, a small vase sat on top with a flower inside. The room was quite bare, the only other piece of furniture was a pale wooden cabinet with glass windows; revealing the delicate china inside.

There was a large window which revealed the beautiful clear plains, which seemed to go on for miles. There were hundreds of wildflowers surrounding the building, note far to the side was a forest that stood many mitres tall. In the distance you heard the chirps of birds, occasionally some flew close by. You went closer to the window, placing your hands onto it. He watched as you stared out in awe, admiring the beauty of the place. A small smile formed on his face, he loved to see you look so happy.

“One day I’ll take you out there, we can wonder the area together.” He promised, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Anyway, go sit down, I’ll be a few minutes.” He told as he pulled out a chair. You listened and sat down, still looking through the window.

“Don’t try and escape, either. It will just end badly for you, doll.” He warned, then walked into the kitchen, not waiting for a response. Many thoughts ran through your mind, though not so much out of fear but out of curiosity. But once you thought a little bit more, it did make you feel a bit unsettled. Of course you despised him after what he did, however, the fact he tried to comfort you earlier was a sign of kindness, right? So he wouldn’t hurt you if he did really care? Regardless, it didn’t scare you out attempting to escape. Unfortunately, he could see you where you were, so even if you did get up he’d know.

The clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen, with occasionally a cupboard closing.

You occasionally payed attention to your surroundings, but kept zoning out, stuck in your own thoughts. You were so desperate for him to stay away from you, this all felt so wrong. If only you could go back in time and never work at that place. Clenching your fist, you sighed. There’s nothing you could do about that, you’ve just go to focus on what you can do now. After all, stressing over what you could’ve done will just distract you from what’s really important.

Glancing at the windows, you remembered how they were really strong for glass. It’s obvious that they wouldn’t break from force, but rather than doing that maybe you could remove it entirely. ‘But that’ll be noticeable, unless he’s not here while I try it…’ You thought, that could potentially work.

The doors have strong locks on them and have to be unlocked from the inside, thus meaning you’ll have to find a key.

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After a few minutes Springtrap came walking out with a plate, which then placed on in front of you on the table. It smelled delicious, the smell of the maple syrup was heavenly. “Thank you!” You said excitedly, grabbing the fork and knife from the plate. In the middle of cutting the pancake, the thought of him poisoning it came across your mind. You slowly placed them back down, feeling uncomfortable. How were you so close to eating something he made you?

He watched, intrigued by your reaction. “Go on, eat.” He shoved the plate closer to you, gesturing for you to eat. You shook your head in response, which made him sigh. You were being difficult, it made sense why you didn’t trust him, but he doesn’t plan on hurting you.

“Doll, I made it for you, I promise it’s safe. You need to at least eat something.” Springtrap encouraged, hoping you’d listen. When you shook your head again and started to fidget, he knew you were obviously not going to be easy to convince. He grabbed your hand, which startled you, making you jump slightly in response. Your eyes glanced between him and your hand, surprised by what he’d done. Though in a weird way, you felt a little guilty. But the chance of him hurting you wasn’t worth it.

“If it becomes necessary, I will feed you myself.” He warned cockily, headed tilted to the side. He stabbed a piece of the pancake with the fork, pointing at you. “What would you prefer, darling?”

You thought for a few moments, ‘He wouldn’t do that, right?’ That would be humiliating, you didn’t want to be treated like a toddler. You were insistent on not eating it, it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Alright, doll, you chose this.” He stood up from the chair, walking over towards you. You nearly stood up, but he pushed you back down. Standing behind you, he leaned over and picked up the fork. He stepped to the side, moving the fork in front of your lips, hand still on your shoulder.

You whipped your head to the other side away from him, shaking your head. Gripping your shoulder harder, “I said I wouldn’t hurt you, but if it comes down to it I will punish you in other ways.” He murmured, trying one more time to convince you to eat.

That made you shudder, what else did this thing have in mind?!

Embarrassingly, you took a bite, chewing it slowly. It tasted heavenly. You swear you’ve never had pancakes this good in your life. Though you tried not to show it, you loved it. Trying to push the thoughts of being drugged, you grabbed the fork from him and the knife from the table. You started to cut it again, this time a bit more excited rather than nervous. His grip loosened as he watched you eat, happy that you enjoyed the meal. A small smile formed on his face, you were just perfect to him.

He leaned closer to your ear and whispered “Good doll.”

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This might turn into a series.

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Unfortunate Event (Pregame! Detective! Shuichi x Injured Reader)

tw: implications of serious injuries and torture, hospitals, painkillers, Shuichi on the edge of snapping, talk of and description of scars

Word Count: 1282

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"I will, I will always keep loving you.~"

His words ring through your ears, you would've never guessed he was the musical type. Kagehara had decided to lay his head on top of his folded arms, while looking at you. He seemed to be in his own little world, completely unaware to you being awake yet. At the moment, he seemed content just quietly singing to you. The hospital bed was cold at first touch, but now, it's warm. Just how long had you been laying here? A few weeks? Time was hard to keep track of when you've been asleep for most of it. You couldn't even really tell whether you're awake or just dreaming half the time. You were too doped up to really think clearly enough to actually ask your boyfriend at the moment, it'd take you a few minutes.

Why were you even here again? You couldn't remember. The last thing you remembered was Shuichi leaving for work, and watching TV, now all you can think about is the numb feeling in your arm and face. The ticking sound of a clock reminding you were awake after all.

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"Shu...?"

"Ah Y/N! You're awake! How are you feeling Angel?"

"Everything's ..fuzzy..."

"Yeah, I bet. You had to be put on some pretty strong painkillers. That buzz you're feeling will fade away after a while."

"Why....why am I.... here?"

Shuichi's smile dropped, and his face seemed to pale a little.

"You were attacked while I was gone."

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You don't remember anything about being attacked. Just....what did he mean by that anyways? The two possibilities that you could conjure were both enough to make you shiver. Thinking straight was starting to hurt.

"You don't have to worry about a thing though, I'll take care of it."

That usually didn't mean anything good.

"Mm..."

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It was too hard to think, it hurt, just what really happened? Memories blur together into a mess that cause you a headache. You moved your hands to your head in a useless effort to steady out your thinking. Shuichi took notice of this pretty fast, taking your face into his hands.

"Don't try to think about it right now. You need your rest. Just let me do all thinking for you darling."

You could finally see the flames in his eyes. Behind that sweet smile was a very angry man, hellbent on revenge. There was no use in trying to argue with him, you couldn't really stay awake for much longer anyways. As you drift back into that fuzzy static you call dreams, Shuichi was fuming.

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He had captured the problem yes, but the scars you'd end up having were unforgiveable even with death as a punishment. He'd have to choose a slower death for the rat bastard that decided to break into your shared apartment. The only thing that he was relieved to hear was that you weren't assaulted in the "worst way possible". Of course, you being tortured after passing out wasn't a good thing for his psyche to comprehend either though.

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He might end up snapping if your attacker even tries to say a thing to defend themselves. He knew he was in for a very long night, not that it should really bother him much, it wouldn't be the first time he'd stayed up all night. It's just the screaming he's going to have to listen to, he'll most likely have a headache by the end of it.

He's going to enjoy getting revenge for you though. You deserve to be safe in your own home after all, and just turning this guy in wasn't going to cut it for him. You could call him a yandere, but it isn't entirely true. He's already lost people he's loved before, he isn't going to let it happen again, by any means necessary.

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Shuichi is gone by the time you wake up the second time, you couldn't stay awake for long, your head was killing you. The clock said 12:00, you wondered whether that was morning or night. Due to the lack of noise in the hall you would've guessed night. The third time you woke up, it was 4:00am and he was now laying next to you in the bed. When did he get here? He was in completely different clothes than last time. Had it been a few days since you were awake to see him? Did he trick a nurse into letting him into your room?

He's wrapped around you. He's warm, and you're able to enjoy it for an hour before you fall asleep again. It took a few more times of waking up and falling asleep until you were thinking clearly enough to leave. Shuichi drove you home, no surprise there.

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"Shuichi."

"Yes darling?"

"Are they dead yet?"

He almost swerved the car into the opposite lane because of that. You had never asked about the people he dealt with before. It was very surprising for him to say the very least.

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"What was that?"

"Are. they. dead. yet?"

"No.."

You let out a sigh, and just stare blankly at the road for a while.

"I don't expect you to-"

"How long has it been now?"

"Since you were first hospitalized?"

"Yeah."

"Almost two months."

"How the hell have you kept them alive that long?"

"I've only been "playing" with them for about three weeks."

The venom filled undertones of his words was enough to get you to stop asking questions. The rest of the car ride was silent.

=

He's so adamant about helping you with everything, as to keep you from ripping open your stitches. You have no idea how long it's going to be until you can move around the house without him trailing behind you like a puppy.

He's tried to use the stitches as an excuse to carry you around, but you could walk just fine, much to his despair. The scars, those were another thing bothering you. Some of them couldn't be covered, it was increasingly distressing.

Shuichi had said that they had done nothing to disrupt your beauty, most likely to help put you at ease. Though, you knew that was his real opinion. He never really thought much about how you presented yourself, and now is no different. He'll love you no matter what happens to you. He's always like this, just sickeningly sweet. The thought of the looking like a patchwork doll on any day other than Halloween is just too much to think about.

What pissed you off most was the light scar that started under your chin and led to your chest. What the fuck was that guy's problem?

Good thing that'll be one of the first to fade away over time. The healing process was gruelingly slow, but Shuichi was almost forced to go back to work after a few months if he wanted to keep his job. He would've happily gave it up to take care of you, but you almost told him off for even bringing up the idea.

At least he's calmer now, he can look at the scars without getting angry like he used to. Of course, he's still angry with himself, but it really wasn't his fault. All the more reason for him to be protective over you, it seems. He's afraid to leave you alone, so most of the time you'll end up tagging along with him to work.

"I'm never letting this happen to you again angel."

"I might become an actual angel if that were to happen."

"Please don't say that again."

"I was joking."

"It wasn't funny."

".....Sorry Shu..."

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At least he cares enough to still give you space to breathe.

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so recently it's becoming brought to light that it's possible that I may have undiagnosed bipolar which would definitely explain some of my mood swings but, I'm bummed out and I'm coping in my own weird way so

yandere Chobobros x bipolar/mood disorder Reader ideas! because this is my blog and why not

--mixing this whole idea with my previous ideas of Reader being from our world, you're really nervous when the medications you happened to have with you start dwindling down the longer you're stuck in Eos, and you eventually decide that you have to tell your new kindly companions what's heading their way since they're going through so much trouble as to let you travel with them

--Reader just trying to take Ignis or Gladio aside since they're the "older, more mature" ones of the group and just being maximum 🥺🥺🥺 Teary Baby Mode 🥺🥺🥺 as you explain that you're on certain medications that help your mental health and that, once they run out, your behavior might get a little more... unpredictable, and you're so so sorry, you can't help it, but you completely understand if they don't want to travel with you anymore and----

--they assure you that everything is fine, don't worry! They can help look into trying to find you new medicines while you're in Lucis, but in the meantime, you have all their love and support! You're still you!

--they say that, but once they start seeing you effectively go through withdrawal from your medications and become more emotional, they can't lie and say they don't feel a strong urge to constantly check in on you and make sure you're ok (stronger than before, at least). It seems like you get so easily upset sometimes, getting frustrated into a crying rage or the slightest problem sending you into a catastrophic depression. Protective as they are, they're reluctant to leave you fully alone once they see how "volatile" you can be. What if something made you upset and you needed comfort and none of them were there? What if you hurt yourself? They wouldn't be able to forgive themselves

--once you're back on mood stabilizers, they all chip in to help remind you to take them! Being the group mom, Ignis buys you one of those pill dividers that are sorted by day to help keep you reminded of when you've taken your meds or need to, though if you're forgetful and inconsistent taking them, he'll take it upon himself to hang on to your pills and administer them to you personally

--they are not exempt from making passive aggressive comments about if you've taken your medications or not, though. If they find you're being especially temperamental, you'll get something like Prompto hitting you with "geez, cool off! Did you forget your meds this morning or something?". You've blown up at them for the insensitivity more than once and they always seem to act like your outburst just reinforces their point

--you've gotten double or even triple-dosed from someone not believing you and slipping you your meds more than once. Gotta keep you nice and lovely and passive after all~. They'd rather have you doped up and sleepy than so riled up that they can't touch or talk to you without getting snapped at

--it almost seems like they treat you different after you share your condition with them. They treat you more... delicately, like you need to be watched, coddled, kept stress free. Even once you get medicine again, they always seem to have something that keeps them from leaving you alone for any given period of time. Someone always "forgets" their phone or something important back at camp with you and just "winds up" staying behind, or someone coincidentally has a stomach ache when you're feeling particularly distant and don't want to ride into town and want some time by yourself. You really don't get that much personal time anymore

--Gladio is always trying to rope you into fun activities with everyone and make sure you're staying social and active as to not get you more depressed. At the very least, he goads you into doing morning stretches with him. Healthy body, healthy mind!

--Prompto and Noctis know all about depression, although at times neither of them can express how they want to help you very well. They'll play phone games with you or invite you for a day out or just stay by your side so you don't feel lonely. Prom is always trying to make you laugh, while Noctis is a little more quiet but every bit as sincere in trying to make you feel loved and accepted

--You're discouraged from talking with a therapist or anything, though. After all, the gang us travelling kind of incognito given Noctis' status, and hey, don't we need to keep moving to try and find your way back home? Guess you'll have just the guys to form an unhealthy emotional codependency with be there to talk whenever you need it :)