#yandere soap mactavish

[nina-renmen]

I really like your Yandere team 141. Would it be too much to ask for headcannons of what type of Yandere Simon, Price, Soap and Alejandro would be? (separate) And how they would react to the reader reciprocating their feelings?

That’s not too much at all! I hope this is what you’re looking for.

The Stalker:

•Ghost likes to lay low when it comes to these types of things.

•You definitely wouldn’t see it coming, especially if you don’t pick up signals easily.

•Ghost is the type of Yandere to rummage through your belongings while you’re out and about. He wants to get to know you without directly asking.

•If you were to subtly flirt with him or show any kind of interest in him your chances of getting kidnapped have drastically decreased.

•If ghost was drunk enough he would confess. That being said, I think he has a high tolerance for alcohol. It’ll take him a while to actually get drunk enough to tell you.

•On the event that he does somehow confess his feelings, don’t expect it to be a big thing. He might just look at you and say something along the lines of “Let me take you out to dinner.”

•If you agree to be his without any pushback then great! You now have an overprotective guard dog that will scare off any man that tries to approach you. •Ghost dosn’t like to share, he’ll keep tabs on you with the help of soap or implanting trackers on your phone. He tells himself it’s for your safety but in reality he wants to know where you are at all times.

The clingy/touchy one:

•Soap likes to have his hands on you at all times.

•It dosn’t necessarily have to be sexual. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around you or place his hand on the small of your back. •He’s the type to get annoyed if you don’t pay him any attention. He’ll hide your phone from you so you have to come to him for help. •If you reject his advances towards you he’ll disappear for a while and make you drop your guard. When you’re finally settled his appear in the middle of the night and forcefully take you away. •But that scenario is for another time.

•Johnny is the type to buy you flowers, a stuffed animal (that has a camera in it) and chocolates before he asks you out. He’s visibly nervous when he hands you the ‘offerings’ and confesses his feelings to you. •If you accept his shoulder visibly loosen. A stupid grin will cross his face and for the rest of that night he’ll subtly touch you. Maybe he brushes past you and places his hands on your hips to get by. Or he’ll place a hand on your shoulder or thigh.

•Soap is a little more lenient than ghost when it comes to you going out without him. He won’t involve Ghost unless you’ve run away. He’ll probably install a tracker on your phone and send you on your way.

The gift giver:

•This one isn’t as sweet as it sounds

•Price likes to woo you with little gifts and trinkets. He’s the type to implant trackers and cameras into gifts like stuff animals or jewelry. He’ll even get you a phone that he secretly has access to.

•Price can be a bit manipulative at times. Especially if you have daddy issues. •Before he confessed to you Price was the first person to tell you that your new boy toy isn’t good for you. Price will dig up dirt on your recent date and completely trash your perception on them. Afterwards he’ll give you a gift to ‘make you feel better.’

•It you reciprocate his feelings Price is a bit taken by surprise. He had all of the necessities to kidnap you in his car. He was ready to take you by force, and he was expecting to. •With price, he’s the type to give you items that symbolize that you’re taken. For example a necklace that has a locket with his initials on it. Or a ring.

•Price wants you taken care of. Literally and figuratively. Do you want to go shopping? No worries he’ll give you his card. Are you sad that your friends ditched you? No worries, the next day their faces are in the news as ‘missing’. Are you hungry and don’t have the energy to cook? Lay down, he’ll run you a bath and order take out.

•It’s an absolute dream to be with price willingly and be naive to what he’s doing around you. But if you find out about his doings and don’t respond in the way he likes he’ll just have to resort back to plan A.

The manipulator:

• Alejandro can be sneaky sometimes

•He’s usually somewhat similar to price. Whatever you want he’ll buy for you.

•But on the off chance one of your friends notices the way he’s unhealthily protective of you or making you miss out on friendly gatherings this man will gaslight you

• If you go up to him complaining about his over protectiveness he’ll just blow you off

•”You know I’m doing this for you right?”

•After an argument that may or may not leave you in tears he’ll always say ‘I love you’. Not as a gesture to show how much he really love you. But as a manipulation tactic.

•If your gullible or naive you might have a tough time getting away from him

•Especially since he has his men stalk look after you when he can’t be there.

•If you reciprocate his feelings it’ll still be a toxic relationship

•He has more control over you now. He’ll slowly make you disconnect with family and friends so your life only revolves around your relationship with him

•If you notice early on you might be able to get out of it with the help of someone from the 141 team. But that’ll just land you in their arms instead

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Never Let You Go Yandere! Soap x Female Reader Chapter One

Summary- MW III Au. In Which Soap survives though is injured and has to spend time recovering in the med bay, it is there that he meets you. A young, bright eyed nurse who spends the next few months helping him recover. And as you do so Soap soon finds himself fixating on you, that fixation soon turns to an obsession as Soap soon realizes that he wants nothing more than for you to be his.

And vows that he will not stop until you are his. You, however, have no idea that something is wrong until people around you start disappearing and you begin to feel like your being watched. But don't worry, Y/N Soap won't let anyone hurt you. You belong to him, and he's going do everything in his power to make you realize that...

Authors Notes- Here I am back again with yet another Yandere Cod fic. This time featuring Soap. Who in this fic is a wee bit unhinged. And as you can gather by now I like to mention any and all trigger warnings in the AN. So this chapter is gonna be kinda mellow it'll only feature some stalking and obsessive thoughts.

If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways. But I'll remember our time fondly. Now that we got THAT out of the way here is the first Chapter to Never Let You Go. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One.

It had been months. Months since Price and the rest of the 141 dragged his lifeless body from that tunnel after Makarov had shot him. But somehow, someway Soap had survived. Though he was far from out of the woods as the moment, and now he was here stuck in this medical facility, and was slowly on the mend. Emphasis on slowly. But it wasn't all bad Soap thought, Price along with Gaz and Ghost all made regular visits to see him and catch him up on things. Mainly what they've been doing while he was down an out. Sadly, it seemed while he was here Makarov was still on the loose.

That seemed to sour his mood on more than one occasion. No matter, Soap thought as he lay back down when visiting hours were over and the rest of the 141 had left to return to their own quarters, all except for Price who Soap knew would spend the night burning the midnight oil in his office. No doubt going over reports and other such things hoping to pin down Makarov's location and put a stop to him once and for all. Though Soap would be lying if he said he didn't want to be the one to put him down. Soap owed him that much. But alas just his luck he wasn't ready to leave. Yet.

And honestly? Soap thought, as he peered out the window of the room he was staying in to look out at the lone nurse scribbling something in her clipboard, a look of concentration etched on her features. Having you around made everything so much more bearable. You, the young nurse, who was still rather wet behind the ears had been his constant companion during his stay. Making sure he was feeling all right, helping him with the blinding headaches he often had to everything else that was expected of you in your job.

And sure, a small part of Soap knew that you were just doing your job. But he couldn't help but think that maybe just maybe you fancied him, and if you did well the feeling was mutual. As Soap found himself growing rather attached to you. You made him feel....

Soap chewed on his bottom lip, trying to find the right words to put to these feelings when it came to you, he knew he liked you perhaps more than he liked anyone. You had treated him with nothing but kindness even when he wasn't at his best because of his injury. When he would find himself not in control of himself, and ended up spewing some of the most vile stuff he could think with on control.

Only to realize soon after what had happened, leaving him mortified. And while most people would have left you stood by his side, a sweet smile on your lips as he told him it was nothing, that it wasn't his fault as you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. And he felt your warmth washing over him at your touch. How could someone like you be so patient? So kind? Just watching you made his heart flutter as he recalled the times when you would come in on your breaks to sit beside him. A novel in hand, which was soon forgotten as the two of you chatted. You telling him everything and anything that not only interested you and what happened in your life, while trying to keep him up to date on what was going on outside his room.

His heart fluttering as you laughed at his jokes, as you pay attention to his needs. Now he was grateful for the rest of the 141 coming to him once in a while but you brough him comfort. Feeling his gaze on you, you look up from the clipboard you were writing on to meet his gaze, a look of concern on your face as you put the clipboard down and step into his room.

"Are you all right?" You asked, moving to his side.

Soap merely chuckled. "Sorry, bonnie. Just lost in thought is all." He told you, the corner of his mouth turning upwards.

You smiled down at him. "What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"I was just wondering what was going to happen to me if...when I'm able to leave this place." He told you.

And that brought another worry to his mind, what was going to happen to him if he recovered enough. Would he still be apart of the Taskforce? Or would be been forced to leave? And if so what would he do if he couldn't see you again?

No!

Soap shoved those thoughts from his head as he looked to you. Noting you looking tense, before relaxing that same sweet smile on your lips as you move closer. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure with time and a little more patience you'll be back in the field kicking ass and taking names." You told him.

Soap had to smirk at that. Taking a moment to look you over, taking in the nurses outfit you and everyone else here had to wear, but on you it looked absolutely perfect. And Soap wasn't going to lie he often wondered what you wore under it, often entertained the idea of sliding his hand up your thigh to push the skirt up to see what type of underwear you wore, if you wore underwear. But had more than once stopped himself, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away.

"Tell you what." Soap said, resting his head on his pillow, exhaustion slowly creeping up on him. "How about when I get out of here I take you out from drinks as thanks for all your help. That sound good?" He asked.

At that you worried at your bottom lip again. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm just doing my job." You assure him.

"And what a wonderful job you've been doing." Soap said.

You flush at his words. "Thank you."

"But surely it won't hurt to go out once in a while for drinks. I mean I love how dedicated you are to work but life's short. Trust I should know mine was almost cut short so why not?" Soap insisted.

You were quiet for a moment. "Maybe, perhaps we'll see you still have a long ways."

"I'll hold you to it." Soap said, as his eyes drifted shut as sleep soon took him, the last thing he remembered was you pulling the covers over him and whispering goodnight to him.

Months Later.

Months had pass and by a miracle Soap had recovered, and soon was allowed to leave the medical wing. And in all that time Soap was constantly haunted by thoughts of you long after you had gone.

In his defense he tried to forget about you, tried to move on, even Ghost, Gaz, and Price had told him the same when he would ramble on and on about you. Ghost telling him to leave you alone, Price agreeing with him. But Soap only scoffed, easier said than done. He often found him spending his free time lurking around the medical wing watching you. That was how he had found out about your plans with several other medical staff and soldiers, and now he was lurking in the shadows of the pub, watching you. Anger swelling as he watched as one of the male soldiers pulled you to his chest.

And rather than pull away you let out a laugh, sure, he knew your were rather drunk but still seeing you against him send waves of anger through his body. It took all he had not to rush towards you and pull you away from him. But he stopped himself, a new thought forming in his messed up mind. He knew his little obsession with you clearly wasn't going anywhere, and why should it?

Whenever he was with you he felt like his old self, and to see you with someone aside from from him made him see red. Soap leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, hands clenched leaving crescent shaped marks on his biceps as he watched you laugh and joke around, batting your eyes at several other men you were with. And as he watched this Soap felt a headache begin to form, pushing himself off the wall he stepped out of the pub and out into the cool night air.

Taking a deep breath he looked up at the night sky. He wouldn't give up he would have you, he wouldn't rest until he had you. Walking away he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He would let you enjoy your freedom...for now...

Authors Notes- And thus concludes Chapter one of my newest CoD Yandere fic. I hope you enjoyed it. Safe to Soap is a little bit unhinged. But it should make things fun, right?

[mina-org]

Thinking about retired John with a younger wife, and he just can’t keep up or keep it up with sex, his hips hurt and he find it humiliating how fast he comes or that he just can’t finish. S/o is sweet about it, kissing his cheek and comforting him but he knows his pretty girl has need and he’s not taking care of them it eats at him, so he enlists some help.

he knows his sweetheart would never do anything with, or ask for another man. just go on, happily neglecting herself:(

He doesn’t know if he should ask Simon, he’s big and mean and he’s not sure if your pretty pussy needs that right now. of course it would be a pretty sight to see simon fucking his sweetheart, have them on all fours, trembling nearly ruined. John could already see the tears, he could ever be that mean to his girl:( he'd love to see it though

Johnny is similar, but less mean and a bit too freaky for right now, he’d love to watch the Scot wreck you, love to lap up your cunt and wanted to hold you still while you squirm but still a bit intense when the two of you hadn’t fucked in months and Johnny was always introducing him to the kinkest shit and its just too much to start with.

Kyle though? Perfect. Simon and johnny were takers but Kyle? He’d give you want you want and need, he'd bring you to tears and kiss them away, he was able to give you what you need and be gentle about it and of course more than happy to help!

the two other men are jealous to say the least, simon's known you the longest and John used him to protect you more than a few times, in fact the way simon looks at you is what sparked the idea:(

johns a proud man and loves showing you off, and it started innocent enough, it just escalated but John sure you'll love it

[beloveds-embrace]

AND ALSO POLY!141

joking around and calling them your brothers and they go deathly silent because what do you mean tou don’t see them romantically? doesn’t matter if they’re already involved with each other they want you to be just as involved too.

also this is toxic but threatening your various dates, stalking them and taking them out (not in the romantic way) so they have an excuse to hold you close. you get comforted, and they get to embrace your warmth #win-win

Friendzoned? Nah, it’s bro-zoned now 😭

The one good thing about grueling and long missions- were the post-missions.

Without fail, each time, you’d be invited to their house where Price would grill up something delicious and juicy on the barbecue, and everyone would be able to unwind. You enjoyed that time, spending it and relaxing with them.

The dynamic you all shared was easy, comfortable, and fun- at least for you.

You rolled your eyes and tossed a fry at Johnny, who caught it in his mouth with a proud grin and wagged his eyebrows, daring you to try again. “You’re like an annoying big brother, you know that?” you huffed at last, a matching grin on your face.

Johnny froze mid-chew, but you didn’t notice, too busy thinking. “Actually… all of you are like annoying big brothers, now that I think about it.”

You chuckles at your own thought, grabbing another fry from your plate and popping it into your mouth without once realizing the shift in the atmosphere. You didn’t catch the way Soap’s grin had vanished completely or how Price’s hand tightened around the armrest of his chair. Gaz’s usual easy smile was gone, replaced with a cold, unreadable expression, and Ghost… well, Ghost’s dark stare had become a touch more menacing.

The silence hung heavy, but you were blissfully unaware, waving your hand dismissively when no one responded. Your focus was on your phone, scrolling through your social medias. “What? You all went quiet on me.”

Soap cleared his throat, but it came out strained, his voice low. “Brother, huh?”

You hummed absently. “Yeah, you know- family. You guys are my family. Like brothers, watching each other’s backs and all that.”

Price exhaled slowly, sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his beard. “Family.” He repeated, almost under his breath, his voice calm but tight.

Gaz tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice, before stopping abruptly. “Is that all we are to you?” he asked casually enough, though his tone carried an edge you didn’t catch.

“Of course,” you replied with a shrug, not bothering to look up from your food and phone. “I mean, it’d be weird to think of you any other way. You’re my team, my brothers-in-arms.”

You missed the way Ghost’s hands curled into fists on the table, his knuckles white, or the way Soap’s jaw clenched, demeanor replaced with something far darker. Price exchanged a look with Gaz, silent communication passing between them while you obliviously chewed on your steak, still oblivious to the storm brewing around you.

If you’d glanced up, even for a second, you might’ve noticed the way their gazes lingered on you- too intense, too sharp. But you didn’t. And they weren’t about to correct you.

Not yet, anyways.

The first time it happened, you didn’t connect the dots.

Your date, some charming guy you met at a café off base, canceled on you last minute, claiming he “didn’t feel safe” after someone left a threatening note on his car windshield. You shrugged it off as a weird coincidence- maybe it was the universe looking out for you, even. You didn’t want to be dragged into whatever that guy was stuck in.

The second time, a woman from the gym you’d been chatting with stopped replying to your texts entirely after she mentioned being followed home one night. You’d honestly tried to call and check on her, but she just… blocked you. Weird.

By the third time, when a guy you’d met on a dating app ghosted you entirely after his apartment was mysteriously broken into, you started to suspect something was up.

You mentioned it offhandedly to the team one evening, voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t know what’s going on, but every time I try to date someone, something weird happens. It’s like the universe doesn’t want me to find someone!”

Soap hummed, a little too casually, but you simply discarded that thought. “Maybe the universe knows what’s best for you, bonnie.”

Gaz leaned back in his chair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Or maybe these people weren’t good enough for you anyway.”

“You’ve got us to look after you. Don’t need anyone else mucking things up.” Even Price added in his own two cents, making you pause.

You laughed, thinking they were joking, but Ghost’s silence was unsettling- actually, none of them were laughing. He just stared at you, his eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist. But that was normal for your L.T… even if it’s been quite a long while since he’s made you feel like that.

The fourth time, it wasn’t just a weird incident. It was a full-on assault.

You were on another date- though even you had to admit this one was just… not going well. He was too dismissive, too loud, and the first thing he’d said before you even sat down was that you’d split the bill, and then he made a comment about you eating too much.

You’d sent a simple text to the team groupchat, telling them you really weren’t enjoying this one, and they’d left you on read. Bastards.

But then you date had been walking you to your car when someone stepped out of the shadows- a big, familiar hulking figure in a balaclava. Your date didn’t even have time to react before they were on the ground, unconscious.

“Come on,” Simon said, gently but firmly clasping his hand around yours. You were too shocked to even say anything- what the fuck? “Let’s get you home.”

You didn’t argue. Your heart was pounding too hard, and Simon took advantage of that to guide you to his car.

“Simon-“

“No.”

And thus the silence continued.

When you got back to their house, the others were waiting for you. Price immediately pulled you into a hug before you could demand answers, his hands firm but gentle on your lower back. “You’re safe now.” He murmured, as if soothing an angry kitten lashing out at him from fear. Despite your confusion and the flurry of emotions swirling in your chest, the tension in your body began to melt anyways, always so trusting of your Captain.

Gaz’s hand brushed against yours as he handed you a steaming cup of tea immediately once Price let go of you. His smile was kind, but his eyes seemed… off. Too sharp. “Drink this, yeah? It’ll help.” He said, his fingers lingering a second too long before retreating.

Before you could question the strange atmosphere, Soap tugged you down to sit beside him on the couch. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you close as though you were on the verge of breaking. “You’ll be alright,” he murmured, tone light yet firm. “We’ve got you.”

Simon remained silent, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed. His presence loomed heavy in the room, his gaze never straying from you. It wasn’t comforting exactly- more like being caught in the sights of a predator lying in wait. Is this what the enemy soldiers thought and felt? You pitied them- but more than that you pitied yourself.

Your hands tightened around the warm mug, your confusion bubbling up like a shaken-up fizzy drink. “Okay, what the hell is going on?” You glanced between them, searching for answers. “Simon knocked out my date! What if he presses charges? And what’s with all this- this hovering?”

“Hovering?” Soap echoed, his arm tightening ever so slightly. “We’re making sure you’re alright, bonnie. That’s all. You said your date wasn’t good, no?”

Price leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke calmly, like he was explaining something obvious to a stubborn recruit. “That man wasn’t worth your time. None of your dates have been. They can’t protect you- not the way we can.”

“What are you even talking about?” you demanded, finally pulling away from Soap’s hold. Yet the feeling of being a bleeding sheep surrounded by wolves didn’t abate. “You’ve been acting so weird lately- ever since I mentioned dating. If there’s something you’re not telling me, just spit it out!”

Gaz sighed, his tone carrying a note of exasperation as he leaned against the couch. “We’re trying to keep you safe, love. Every time you step out with someone, you’re putting yourself at risk. You don’t know these people like we do.”

Your stomach churned. “What do you mean-?”

Gaz chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it, and you did not laugh. “Do you think we’d let you go out with someone without knowing everything about them first? Their names, their jobs, their pasts…” His voice dropped, a edge bleeding into his words. “How to get rid of them.”

Your blood ran cold, and you stared between them. They were dead serious, you realized. “That’s… You’re joking, right? Tell me you’re joking.”

No one answered.

Simon pushed off the wall, his massive frame closing the distance between you in just a few steps. He crouched down in front of you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You were essentially boxed in from all sides. “We’re not joking. You don’t need anyone else. You’ve got us.”

“…This isn’t normal.” You whispered, your voice shaky as you tried to process what you were hearing. “This- I don’t-“

“It is normal,” Price’s voice was steady and calm, eyes dark. “For us. For the people who care about you most.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as the implications of their words sank in. They weren’t just being overprotective or overbearing. They were sabotaging your dates, controlling who could get close to you, and now- God, had they hurt people? How many had they hurt? All those people- you-

Your hands trembled, though you braved on even if bravery was the last thing you felt. “You can’t just decide this for me. I’m not some possession you can keep to yourselves.”

“We’re not keeping you from anything you need,” Gaz spoke so softly, you could trick yourself into believing he was saying you could leave and this was all just a mean prank. “We’re protecting you from what you don’t.”

“You should be thanking us,” Proce sighed, pulling out a cigar to smoke. Yet his eyes did not leave you even once, not even for a single second. “We’re the reason you’ve been safe so far.”

Simon’s gloved hands rested on your knees, pinning you down to the couch. “We’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice low and almost soothing. “Always.”

You wanted to argue, to push them away, but the realization- the full weight of what they had done hit you like a freight train. You stood abruptly, pushing past Simon and cutting through the tense silence in the room. Their eyes followed your every move, like predators watching prey.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you stammered, stepping back toward the door. “This isn’t normal. None of this is normal. You can’t just- control my life like this!”

“Sit down, love.” Price said, his voice calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

“No, no,” you shot back, shaking your head as you took another step toward the door. “I’m leaving. I need some space. This- this is insane.”

Gaz rose from his chair, moving to block your path to the exit. His expression was so deceptively soft, but his stance was firm, unyielding. “You’re not thinking clearly, love.” He said, low. “Just sit down. We’ll talk it through.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you snapped, your voice rising with panic. “You’ve been stalking me- sabotaging my life! That’s not protection. That’s obsession!”

Soap stood then, and his expression made you flinch. He stepped closer, effectively boxing you in again as he joined Gaz. “We’re not letting you walk out that door.” He said simply, but his words were anything but.

You turned toward the only other way out, but Simon was already there, his massive frame looming in the doorway to the hall. He didn’t say a word, just stared, his presence alone enough to make your stomach twist.

Your breathing quickened as you turned back to Price, the only one still seated, though his gaze was sharp and calculating. “You can’t keep me here, Price,” you said, your voice trembling but still clinging to the traces of defiance. “You don’t have the right-“

“We do have the right,” Price interrupted, standing slowly. The sheer authority- the sheer finality in his voice made your knees weak. “Because we’re the only ones who care about you the way we do. The only ones who’ll keep you safe. Your team, remember, darling?”

“This isn’t safety,” you hissed, backing toward the wall. “This is prison.”

Price mouthed the word, then huffed a humorless laugh. “We’re not locking you up. But we will stop you from running into danger. Even if you don’t understand it now, you’ll thank us later.”

“You can’t just-“

“Enough,” Simon cut in, sharp and blunt, his voice cutting through your protests like a knife. “You’re not leaving. Not now. Not ever.”

Your back hit the wall, your escape routes blocked on all sides. Your chest heaved as you looked at each of them, searching for even a sliver of remorse. But all you saw was determination, faces set in stone…

Much like your fate.

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤOBSESSIONㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere COD Men x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : Ranking Them From Worst To Best As A Yandere.

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Simon "Ghost" Riley, König, John "Soap" MacTavish, Captain John Price, Keegan P. Russ.

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— 1. KÖNIG ⋆

You never stood a chance. From the moment König laid eyes on you, it was over. The obsession creeps in quietly, like a predator stalking its prey, and before you even realize it, your freedom is gone. König is an anxious, socially awkward mess in public, but when it comes to you? He’s terrifying. No one touches you. No one looks at you. No one even gets the opportunity to think about you.

You try to leave? Cute. He saw that coming. König’s thought of every escape route, every rebellious act you might try. You wake up with reinforced locks on the doors, cameras watching your every move, and his massive body always between you and the outside world. It’s like living in a cage with a beast that adores you—until you resist, then it’s not so cute anymore.

He’s not afraid to hurt you. Not enough to break you (he’d never want to damage his precious treasure), but enough to remind you who owns you. And if anyone else tries to interfere? They disappear. No hesitation. No mercy. König is not sharing you. Ever.

If you give in, if you stop fighting, he’s the most affectionate, touch-starved nightmare you’ll ever meet. You’re smothered with love, whispered praises, and overwhelming adoration—but you’re never free.

— 2. SIMON RILEY ⋆

Ghost is calculated, methodical, and patient. His obsession doesn’t explode all at once—it festers. It grows, creeping into every aspect of his mind until you are the only thing that makes sense. He watches you for months. Learns your habits, your routines, your fears. Ghost doesn’t act on impulse—when he takes you, it’s because he’s already ensured that nothing can be traced back to him.

And the worst part? You won’t even realize you’re trapped until it’s too late.

Simon is a gaslighter. He makes you doubt yourself, makes you believe that the world is too dangerous for someone like you. That you’re safer with him. If you run, he finds you. No matter where you go, he always finds you. His punishments aren’t physical, but they’re just as terrifying. He isolates you, takes away your choices, makes you so dependent on him that leaving isn’t even an option anymore.

And when you finally break? When you look at him with trust instead of fear? That’s when he knows he’s won.

— 3. KEEGAN P. RUSS ⋆

Keegan is a shadow. A silent, watchful presence that never leaves your side. You feel him before you ever see him—watching, waiting. Unlike the others, he’s less about physical control and more about mental domination.

You’ll hear noises at night. See things out of the corner of your eye. Feel a hand brush your skin when no one’s there. Keegan is an expert at psychological warfare, and he uses it to break you down piece by piece. He wants you to need him. To crave him the same way he craves you.

And when he finally steps out of the shadows? It’s not with chains or locked doors—it’s with a smile. A gentle voice. A promise that he’ll protect you from the world, from all the dangers that lurk in the dark. From himself.

And by the time you realize he’s the danger, It’s already too late.

— 4. JOHN MACTAVISH ⋆

Soap is different. He’s not cruel. He’s not cold. He genuinely believes that what he’s doing is for the best. He’s the kind of yandere that truly thinks you love him back—you just don’t know it yet.

His obsession is overwhelming. He needs you, and that need makes him reckless. Soap is the type to act before he thinks, to grab your wrist when you try to walk away, to hold you too tight when you resist. But the moment he sees your fear? Your hesitation? It breaks him. He doesn’t want you to be scared. He wants you to be happy. With him.

Soap is the kind of yandere who begs for your love. Who looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes, asking why you won’t just see what he sees. And when you finally smile at him, tell him you love him?

He’s the happiest man alive.

Soap isn’t the worst yandere to have—but he’s still a yandere. You’ll never be able to escape his overwhelming love.

— 5. JOHN PRICE ⋆

Price is the best yandere to have—but that doesn’t mean you’re free. He’s possessive, but in a way that feels comforting. Price is older, more experienced—he doesn’t let his emotions control him. He’s rational about his obsession. Smart.

Price doesn’t steal you away. He makes you want to stay. He builds a life around you, gives you security, makes you feel like the outside world isn’t worth the trouble. If you fight? He sighs, arms crossed, telling you that you’re being dramatic. That you’re safest with him.

And when you finally accept that this is your life now?

He kisses your forehead, murmuring, “That’s my girl.”

You’re not leaving—but at least he makes the cage feel like home.

— Final Ranking

König (Completely unhinged, no escape)

Ghost (Tactical, manipulative, and always in control)

Keegan (Obsessive stalker who wears you down mentally)

Soap (Desperate, emotionally driven, smothering but not cruel)

Price (Protective, controlling, but still somewhat gentle)

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[partiallysame]

Gaz wasn’t like soap or ghost. Didn’t understand when they would talk about following a bird home. Told them they were creeps when they admitted they would spy on women. The way they talked about it made his skin crawl (and his pants tighter) but he was an upstanding gentleman. Not a depraved pervert like them. But then you moved into the flat across the street and always left the curtains open. All the lights on. Just walking around in your underwear and sometimes nothing. But he wasn’t like those disgusting men when he stroked his cock to you walking around in just a towel. He wasn’t like them when he was cumming all over his hand when he could see every inch of your body through your window. It wasn’t creepy as he spied on you in the comfort of your own home. No kyle was a gentleman

[elysianightsss]

RUN FROM ME DARLIN, YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE | MASTERLIST

Pairing | Poly!141 x Black Widow Reader

Summary | You show up on base to give your sister, Kate Laswell, some information and then leave. That was your plan anyway, but you miss the helicopter ride home and weirdly there isn’t another one again for weeks. While you’re stuck there, your sister’s team gets a little too attached to you and suddenly they’re everywhere you look. Like they’re waiting for you. So you do the only thing you can; run and hide.

Tags | Dark themes, possessive 141, stalking, kidnapping, murder, smut, the guys being down right sickening on their level of want, special guest character, reader has a sad past, child neglect, reader becomes a killer as a child, fighting, blood, mentions of torture, mentions of a hysterectomy not reader, alcohol, drugs (chloroform).

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Fin

Divider credit - @cafekitsune

Tags | @fruitymoonbeams-blog @gazsluckyhat @daydreamsareallineed @riawritesstories @goatgoesmbe

[unlikelykidpost]

This is my first time posting here, but I really want to hear from my fellow POC. Is anyone else tired of reading stories where it’s all about the main character x reader? You dive in, expecting a really inclusive narrative, but then it hits you: “Their cheeks glowed pink!” Seriously? Where am I getting that rosy hue? Or when the character casually puts their hair into an easy ponytail—come on, it takes me forever just to get my hair in a ponytail! You know what I mean, right..??

It's frustrating when the story drops hints that suggest the 'reader' is white. It really grinds my gears, and I wish writers would stop doing that, or at least include a warning that the reader character is going to be white. I want stories to be genuinely inclusive and for writers to be more flexible in how they describe characters. It’s disappointing when you can tell that a writer based their characters on white experiences and WHITE PEOPLE. but thats all, thanks for listening to my ted talk!!

[rejected-reapermain]

Yandere Ghost era?

[gremlingottoosilly]

Poor reader 😭 her cubs don’t recognize her and only recognize Price as their father. But I wonder if reader also asked or begged Monster Gaz and Monster Soap to see their children!! Will they recognize her as their mother??!

Price never thought that being a parent would be so important to his dumb little pet...he has plenty of cubs and, honestly, he couldn't care less about most of them - they are good as soldier resources, as a means to enhance the monster society...and yet you look so sad over them not recognizing you, our papa bear really considers just...stealing some human kids from the pet shop, so you could have something nice to dot on. Something helpless and weak, like all human kids are - this, or allowing you to keep weird, weak hybrids with you instead of getting rid of them Roman style. Gaz would be more lenient with allowing you to see little birdies! He wouldn't really care about them, but he loves to make you laugh, and he likes your smile, so he would drag you over to the heights where little harpies are getting trained. Baby birds already sprawled their wings - and he would point at your kids to make you see that they, in fact, don't need you as their doting mommy...it's really an asshole move from his side, but he wants you to just see this once and understand that, no, monster babies don't need their mommies constantly. You're still heartbroken over this, so Gaz could make you feel better with filling you with new eggs! Soap is...well, he means well and this is what counts, right? He is excited to allow you to meet the wolves, his pack instincts are way more coddling with babies - he believes in true love and that the kids should fight with crocodiles for the right to live, but he also likes to play with his pups and usually visits them often in the training sector, establishing himself as their leader. Your fragile human self would probably be horrified at the games that involve maiming a dead human and dragging them across the training area - but Soap and the pups are so excited to bring you things they got from the human, you're forcing the bile down your throat and smile. You wanted to see how puppies are doing, after all.

[cluelessatthispoint]

Dragon's Hoard pt. 6

Warnings: mentions of force feeding, possible cannibalism, kidnapping mention, and hybrids not knowing to to parent a human child properly.

~enjoy~

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Grumbling from your place under Price's thick arm. The none to suble rocking motion of his gait has you swinging from one side to the other. Despite walking as slow as he can without causing you much injury, he is massive compared to the average human male. A soft pout makes it to your features as the allure of being carried under a large arm, like a sack of potatoes looses its allure. Looking down nit too far you can see your feet dangling as he carries you with his muscular forearm around your middle. If you had any food in your stomach there's no doubt in your mind that you would have been throwing up your stomach contents.

"Let me down...hey! Let me down." You're tone is almost breathy with the way you feel your lungs being squished.

Kicking weakly for good measure, the dragon huff. His massive chest heaving out a lumbering sigh as if you were a toddler throwing yet another tantrum. With a slow swing of his tail, he wraps the end around your feet as he slowly sets you down. Gathering courage, you set him with the nastiest glare you can muster. In return all you get is a deep, rumbling purr.

"Cute, kid. Real cute."

The hand that comes your way nearly hits the side of your head with the way you flinch back. Price however ignores your action as he seems unbothered and used to such things. Placing his hand on your head and ruffling your tangled locks, he smirks as if pleased with himself.

"Tiny thing you are, well. Don't worry your lil head poppet. I hunt you a nice boar-"

"A boar?!"

The alarm and surprise in the tone of your voice makes the crows feet at the edges of his eyes crinkle into view. It almost makes him look more human. With the flare of his one wing, your surprise diminishes. Of course he would hunt you something to eat. A dragon has dragon instincts after all.

"Yeah, a boar. Unless you want a bear instead. Now I haven't had bear in a long time kiddo. Boar and bear are both quite tasty."

Despite his warm tone of voice, the tail around your legs that's keeping you in place seems to grow only the barest hint tighter. Swallowing up the whine in your throat, you cast a weary glance down. As if asking without verbalizing, if he intends to relinquish the hold of your legs now. The notion of running away would be ludicrous. If there was only one hybrid in the cave, then the idea of running away wouldn't be too outlandish. But with four hybrids total? It's impossible. Even with this thought in mind, Price seems bound and determined to keep track of you and your whereabouts one way or another. Too busy in your musings to notice, it doesn't come to your attention that he moved his tail up to your wrist. The very end of it wrapping around your tiny wrist, as if holding hands. Gently tugging you along, you follow Price deeper into the cave as he asses and checks the food supply. The darkness only grows, and the echoing of two sets of footsteps dance across the cave walls. The stalagmites glitter prettily off to the sides, as if the space in the middle were cleared out, no doubt by the dragon hybrid himself.

"What's bear taste like?"

It's almost strange to hear how your voice echoes faintly off the walls.

You can hear in the tone of his voice how Price is smiling as he speaks. The darkness doesn't seem to bother him as his eyes pierce through the inky black with relative ease.

"Ah, bear..let's see...depends on how you like it. Gaz like his bear as a jerky. It takes a while to make, but it's the best food he makes. Soap like his bear fresh as they come, almost as good as a shephar-..sheep. Yeah, almost as good as sheep."

The way Price stumbles over his words make you furrow your tiny brows, but other than that you say nothing. Your mind races. 'Sheep, Bear, Boar, what haven't these monsters eaten?' As if sensing that you were dangerously close to connecting the dots, Price shakes your arm lightly with his tail.

"Hey now kiddo, think any harder and your face will get stuck like that."

Prices words cut off your train of thought. Suddenly the muffled voices of the others waft from the nest. They sound like they're having a good conversation, but specifics are hard to make out due to the echo and the distance. Their amalgamation of voices sound so strange when mixed together. Their accents blending wonderfully to create a concophany of vowels and consonants that sound so human, and yet so uncanny. Squeezing onto Price's tail a bit tighter in return, the feeling of hot, scaled skin and its rough texture serve to soothe and ground your mounting anxiety. From above, the low tone of the Dragon's drawl clues you back in on your purpose here, so far away from the others and your controversial opinions of the safety of the warm nest. 'At least it was bright in there' You think ruefully to yourself.

"Now then, I think we have enough meat stored here. No need to go hunting." Comes the crooning voice of the dragon hybrid as he scoop you up once more. Placing ypu held firmly in his arms, the sudden swaying motion of him taking a seat has you clinging to his broad shoulders for deer life. In the dark, everything feels such more potent. The sounds as soft as some are, almost feel deafening.

"Open up treasure, try some boar." The feeling of cold, salted meat against your lips beckons a half shriek of alarm from your throat.

Within that split second of opening your mouth, a small morsel of said meat is ushered inside with little to no tact. The result, is a mighty grimace of distaste coloring your youthful features. Turning your head away, you find some room to spit up whatever parts came loose withing your maw. The taste of unflavored, too salty meat is pungent to your senses.

"Ugh! Ack-ah...it's gross! I don't like it!" With your cry, Price only holds on tighter.

"Easy now hatchling, it's good. It's good for you. It'll help you grow big and strong." His words sound like a bitter balm as he gently turns your face back and presses a large scaled finger to each side of your jaw. The pressure on your temperal mandibular joint coaxes your mouth open with such ease that it has you seeing red. The choked off noises of insult and anger seem to spur him on. His tone is chiding as if scolding a child much younger than you.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't give me that. The sooner we feed you, the better you'll feel. I promise."

A stray thought briefly crosses your mind. 'Eating in the dark? Why? What am I eating? Isn't boar supposed to be gamey or tough? This meat is soft- even salted and dried.' Closing your eyes, you eat reluctantly. Morsel after morsel, mouthful after mouthful. Price feeds you with a firm, but gentle hand. After each morsel is swallowed down his praise, as unwanted as it is, fills you with pride. As if all the times of missing out on what other children have with their parents is now coming back to you. 'Better late than never' the voice in the back of your mind chimes in.

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Here we are my friends! Chapter 6! I'm so sorry about the delay. And soon I'm going to have the master list up and running. No more searching and scrolling, I promise!

[mina-org]

part one - part two - part three (you're here!) - part four - part five- six

simon can't believe how far hes fallen.

Lurking outside high street underwear shops, stealing your phone, worst of all? He’s sipping tea in an overpriced coffee shop, you used to always want to meet him in the place opposite but he didn’t fancy a public indecency charge so he’d let you sit there for while, order drinks for the two of you and wait, when his tea turned told and yours had been drank you usually got a text saying to come over, he didn’t feel like going into town.

Your not even with him explaining that matcha is actually really good and he should try it, no your fawning over johnny and he’s watching his bird. He hopes this is rock bottom but he feels like it’s not.

"lass if I dinnae know better, I'd think ya' was avoiding me" his playful tone doesnt hide the hurt, he wants you to feel bad for ghosting him, and you do. Johnnys never been mean. Never mistreated you, why are you punishing him for Simon’s mistakes?

"im sorry, I know you and simon are close but he really did number on me and I just, I just don't wanna risk bumping into him." he can praticularly smell the the anxiety coming off you.

"Aye he’s been going mad, wants his wee bird back." Johnny says feigning sadness for his mate. in honestly Johnny was enjoying it, you were talking to him, looking at him, while simon gawked at you two from across the road.

you laugh, "no he wants a warm hole." you blurt out, causing Johnny to laugh, he expecting you to cry or something but not be that blunt.

“Lass hes just nae used to-” johnny tries to defend him but you cut him off, frustrated, you were what? a decade younger and knew how to treat people well.

“Used to what? He’s 40.” You snap back, Simon was old enough to know better.

“He’s nae 40 yet hen, and he’s not used to tiptoeing, ya know?” He laughs at you adding years to him, he’s sure Simon is seething but he can’t quite make out his expression

“Tiptoeing?” You question. You can accuse Simon of a lot of stuff but tiptoeing? Not fucking one of them, if stomping on people was an Olympic sport he’d be bringing home a gold medal.

“Yeah like your so sensitive lass and he’s nae really used to it.” Johnny says simply and when your face drops he knows his choice of words could maybe use some work especially when you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Johnny cant help himself. he can see simon through the window, sipping on his tea as he watches this little pre date. So he calls him up, simon was saying earlier he misses that pretty voice well he actually complained about how much you used to talk at him and how the peace and quiet was actually nice.

However Johnnys an expert in simonisms and that means he miss you and wants you to come back to him, he gets the same treatment, they all do. telling him to be quiet.

when you rejoin the table his phone is face or screen down, speaker pointing towards you, next to a another drink for you.

How sweet of him:)

"had to keep ya here somehow," he explained as he asked how you were doing, you had left the flat so defeated. He hated to see a pretty girl so sad.

his eyes seemingly look pass you though, getting lost out the window. Usually he was attentive maybe he didn’t want to slag off Simon, but he keeps pushing, asking how you’re feeling, what you’ve been doing and though his eyes drift back to the window but you can ignore it, for now.

"I don't know,“ you stare into the drink you stir it, the ice clinking against the glass. “It just hurt and I feel so stupid.” It’s practically a whisper, you look like a kicked puppy and Johnny, Johnny’s staring out the window with a smirk on his face. Does he find it funny? Is he gonna tell Simon? Why would you slag off Simon to his best mate?

Anxiety starts to bubble, and you just wanna leave before you embarrass yourself anymore.

Your gaze follows his out the window, now you don’t have binoculars but that looks a little like Simon, weird. It would look too weird if you were to pull out your phone and zoom in with the camera. You start to feel for your phone but it’s not in your pocket, you must’ve slipped it into one of the bags.

“Johnny do you have the time?” You ask softly and before he can react, you’re flipping over his phone and greeted by Simon’s caller ID. What the fuck?

“Johnny what the fuck? “

“Lass-“ johnny doesn’t have time to concoct a lie, your up and glaring down at him, he’d never seen you angry but it was hot, he just wished it was in different, more come backable circumstances.

“No johnny what the fuck, has Simon been on the phone this entire time?” Your voice cracks and your lips tremble, embarrassed you opened up to him, Simon’s best fucking mate, embarrassed Simon knew how much he hurt

“No I don’t give a shit Simon can go fuck himself and so can you” you cut him off again, he can choke on whatever he was gonna say.

Before johnny can ask for his coffee in a to go cup you’re out the door, rushing home, tears stinging at your eyes once again. You just want to sprint home once you hear johnny belt out your name and you speed up, darting down an alleyway.

You wipe your tears before colliding into a wall you swore wasn’t there on the walk into town, a fleshy, human wall.

Its Simon.

Once again! How perfect .

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[cupidsworstcrime]

Johnny x reader

.... yandere .....

inspo - @goatgoesmbe

The chill in the air was biting, but the dirt under his nails burned hotter than hellfire.

Johnny stood at the edge of the shallow grave, breath misting as he looked down at the now-limp body—your most recent date. Poor bastard didn’t even see it coming. One second they were laughing in the parking lot, and the next—crack—a pipe to the back of the head. Clean. Efficient. Personal.

He crouched beside the corpse, brushing a bit of dirt from the face with something almost like reverence. His smile was gone now, replaced by something harder. Sharper. His eyes, normally so full of light and mischief, were nearly black in the dim moonlight.

"Can't have my Bonnie seein’ other men, can we?" he murmured, his voice soft, almost gentle. Like he was speaking to a child. Or a lover.

He started to cover the body with slow, methodical movements. Shovel scraping. Soil hissing.

Each scoop was a lullaby.

“He didn’t even know ya,” Johnny whispered, pausing to glance up at the stars. “Didn’t know how ya hum when yer nervous. Or how ya al'ays double-knot yer shoelaces. He wasn’t worthy.”

Another scoop of dirt. Another secret swallowed by the earth.

When it was done, he patted the mound down with the flat of the spade. No markers. No trace. Just silence, save for the wind cutting through the trees.

He lit a cigarette, inhaled slow. It wasn’t about rage. No—this was love. Twisted and wild and absolute.

You opened the door to find him standing there like he always did, hair tousled, cheeks pink from the cold. He had a little bouquet—wildflowers, your favorite. The smile on his face was boyish, charming, the kind of thing that made people drop their guard.

“Evenin’, Bonnie,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Miss me?”

He’d cleaned up good. No blood, no dirt. Just your Johnny, dependable and sweet. But something in his eyes lingered—something dark swimming just beneath the surface.

And when you mentioned your date canceling last-minute?

That smile stretched just a little too wide.

“Shame that,” he said, tone light. “Guess it’s just you ‘n me tonight, then.”

And you never noticed the faint scrape on his knuckles.

You never heard the earth settling behind your house.

[partiallysame]

Something something Soap won’t shut up about the pretty bird that gets coffee near his house everyday. He’s convinced he’s in love but refuses to go talk to them and ghost is tired of hearing about the pretty smile and shiny eyes over comms on missions. So Soap comes home to find you tied up in his living room with a “you’re welcome” note from his lieutenant.

[diejager]

Cannibal and kidnapper Ghoap x fem!reader cw: kidnapping, smut, tell me if I missed any.

imagine going to a Halloween party with friends, only to get separated and stumbling into Soap dressed as Ghostface. He reels you in with his bubbly and chatty character, getting you tipsy until Ghost appeared. He’s dressed as Jason Voorhees, but with a twist, he had a balaclava under the painted hockey mask. Ghost was calm and quieter, preferring to listen to Soap talk both your ears off than speaking, but you latched on every word that fell from his lips.

Somehow, they got you drunk and horny by the end of the night, pulling you into their car, Ghost driving home with you and Soap in the back, having your cunt ate out shamelessly in the backseat of their beat up car. Laying on the warm seat with hips bucking into Soap’s face, thighs wrapped splayed open by his gloved hands. You’re so drunk that you miss the conversation between both men, talking about how Soap changed his minds and Ghost agreed.

You have the best sex you’ve ever had, soft tummies over rock, hard abs, thick, veiny cocks turning you into a whiny and overstimulated mess. Soap and Ghost take you apart as much as they take each other apart, pressed between them or under them. You pass out by the time it’s over, lost in a haze of drunken pleasure and oversensitive exhaustion. On the next day, you wake up to a different room than yesterday, naked and laying on a mattress in a dark and damp room: a basement.

You panic, fumbling around and shaking the chain that keeps you trapped. When light filters in from the stairs, you stumble out of the mattress, crawling towards the source only to freeze. Ghost and Soap, dressed differently, stop before you. Soap is still as joyous as yesterday and Ghost is still gruff, crouching down to hold your chin up.

“Good morning, pet.”

[obsessivelullabies]

yandere call of duty men — would they kill for you?

— characters included : kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, phillip graves.

— warnings : murder, yandere behavior, manipulation, toxic relationships, mention of sex (soap's). gender neutral reader, isolating reader.

kyle 'gaz' garrick.

short answer; no. kyle is a rational man. he wouldn't want to terrify you. he wouldn't want to make you hate him by taking someone away from you. he doesn't want you to see him as a monster. he wants to keep his angel happy.

manipulation is his tactic. he'll drop subtle hints saying stuff such as 'i don't like how ___ does this' or 'i hate how they treat you'. he'd slowly distance you from people he didn't trust. he'll let you have a few people, your family and friends are fine, but he makes sure he's the most important person in your life.

kyle just wants to take care of you! can you blame him? he knows that he's the best person for you. just trust him.

john price.

john would only kill someone for you if they were harming you in some way. he knows the mess and the chaos that comes with such an act, yet if he believes his love would be better with said person gone, he'll do it. just for you.

he would make sure you never found out. he knows that's for the better. similar to kyle, he doesn't want you to think less of him. for john, it's more about the hassle of how you'd react.

honestly, he just wants a calm life where he can take care of you. you're his sweet pet. john won't let anyone ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley.

simon is overly protective. insanely overprotective. he constantly worries about you. to protect you, he vows he'd do anything. if that vow involves such a drastic action, he'll do it. no regrets, no second thoughts.

simon isn't exactly trying to hide it from you. if it comes up in conversation, he'd probably have the most monotone reaction, "oh. i killed him." to the point you think he's joking.

he's terrified to lose you. terrified someone would hurt you. he'd rather set the world on fire than know something terrible happened to you. you were his life.

johhny 'soap' mactavish.

johhny devoted his entire life to you. his motive is jealousy. if he feels like someone is becoming your new favorite person, he'd have to rightfully take that spot back.

johnny would proudly show off what he did. he would fuck you over their dead body if you let him, just to show his ownership over you. how he was all you needed. he was the only man who could please you.

he's not insecure about someone else taking you, johnny is arrogant. he knows he's the best thing to ever happen to you. he's scared someone will manipulate you into leaving him.

phillip graves.

graves wouldn't go that far. in his perspective, you're like a dumb little bunny. he isolates you. he treats you as his sweetheart, making sure you know he's the perfect one to care for you.

all he has to do in his mind is to be firm. firmly tell you that he needs you by his side. he'll lower your self-esteem. make you lonely. make you dependent him.

graves in possessive and slightly insecure. he wants to own you. he wants your mind on him 100% of the time. you're his precious bunny.

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