#kidnap tw

[black-aurora-nora]

Give In | Platonic!Yandere!Hawks x Teen!Reader

This had to be the worst day of your life.

You didn't think anything would top being kidnapped, but here you were sunken into the couch of your 'home' weighed down by your own dejection.

Your entire body was cold.

Wet, muddied clothes clung to your body and there was an obvious trail coming from the door to the couch.

Everything was numb.

Your fingertips, your toes, your mind.

The sound of the door opening paused your inner monologue.

"Man, that rain is no joke today! I'm soaked!" Hawks' voice came from the front door, but you didn't bother looking at him.

He strolled over to you after taking his shoes off, but again you paid him no mind. You couldn't bear the sight of him.

He stilled for a moment, looking you over while a frown overtook his features, "(Y/N), my sweet little sister, did you go outside?" His voice was so soft yet unbearably sarcastic. He knew the answer.

He hummed unhappily when he received no reply, "You're gonna get sick if you sit in those wet clothes any longer. I'll go draw you a bat-"

"Yeah, I hope I get so sick that I die." You spat. But even that held no real emotion behind it. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry at him.

You'd been angry at first.

You'd spent so long trying to figure out an escape plan, only to find the door unlocked when you didn't find a key. Then you anxiously ran out into the rain, screaming for help and looking for any other houses or even streets.

For miles, you ran.

For miles, you hoped and prayed that today was the day you'd be free again.

But as if your prayers were nothing but a joke, you found a tall wall at the end of your journey and it suddenly made sense why the door was left unlocked.

The image of Keigo laughing at you was the first thing that flashed in your mind and you felt something snap in your psyche.

You grabbed at the muddied ground, throwing clumps of mud and grass into the wall as if it were mocking you. Curses of Keigo's name left your mouth with fiery breaths and when the clumps of mud weren't enough, you hit and clawed at the walls.

It hadn't mattered that your fingers were bleeding or that a few nails were gone.

Nothing mattered anymore.

Nothing mattered except for Keigo.

"Okay, grumpy, you still have to take a bath."

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, "Why didn't you tell me about the wall?"

Keigo stopped, turning back towards you. He had a cocky glint in his eyes, "Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily? Or that someone wouldn’t find you and return you?”

"Why..." You trailed off, "Why did you let me think that I had a chance? I... I ran for miles... thinking I was free..."

A sound of pity left Keigo and you wished you could slap him, "(Y/N), you're a smart kid. I'm your older, smarter brother." You wanted to scoff at his ego, "Why wouldn't I or the Heroes' Commission plan ahead?"

Why wouldn't they plan ahead?

You felt so stupid.

Of course everything had been planned.

Your prior kidnapping from your home.

Your shipment to Japan.

And your 'rescue' accomplished by Hawks himself.

It was so obvious now that all of that had been an orchestrated to get you into Keigo's possession.

You were a business plan.

Something to keep Keigo occupied from losing his sanity.

"Y-... You're all sick... you're all fucking sick!" Your chest hurt and you clawed at your heart with mangled fingers.

"(Y/N), focus on your breathing for me." Keigo told you, ignoring your spiraling. When you couldn't calm down, he stalked towards you, "(Y/N), I said focus! Slow your breathing."

Violent sobs tore your throat.

Everything had been taken from you just so you could play house with some hero.

Keigo cooed softly and closed the gap between you to hold you close and slide you down to the floor, telling you to slow your breathing.

He uttered praises to you when you finally listened and slowly but surely, your breathing was dissolved into quiet sobs and sniffles.

He stroked the top of your head before grabbing one of your hands to look at your fingers. He gave a small sigh when noticed how bloodied and swollen they were. They were probably riddled with fractures and would surely bruise.

“Maybe,” he spoke, “If you’d let go…this whole thing would be easier.”

“I… I’m gonna go take a bath now…” Your voice was hoarse, grated raw from your sobs and you stood on wobbly legs to make your way to the bathroom.

Keigo only smiled reassuringly and before you closed the door, he spoke one more time, “I love you so much, (Y/N). Please don’t forget that.”

But how could you?

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[izalemon]

Yandere Fathers x Abused Adopted Child/Teen Reader

This is more of a word barf, I couldn’t get platonic yanderes off my mind and am a sucker for forced father yanderes, so why not two?! I mainly got inspired by a bunch of platonic Yandere Erasermic x Child Reader posts, but as you know I’m not one for making fanfictions so I made some OC’s, but you can imagine anyone as these characters.

Warnings: kidnapping, implied stalking, forced physical affection, past abuse, implied violence(not reader), wrote this on a whim, didn’t take it too seriously

You felt like you had been here for years when in reality it have been more like a few months. You were simply on your way to school one day when you were suddenly shoved into a van and had your mouth and nose covered with a towel and a strange liquid on it that made you pass out almost immediately.

When you woke you were in a room you did not recognize with a chain around your ankle that linked to the wall. It allowed only enough mobility for you to be able to walked around the room you were in and inside the restroom.

You began to panic and tears started selling up in your eyes. You thought you were in a human trafficking situation and that people would sell your body or organs.

Your crying drew the attention of your captors who, once entering the room, saw you having a full on panic attack in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, holding on the the door frame for support.

They rushed over to you and immediately tried consoling you, but you just pushed them away crying, begging for them not to hurt you.

“Oh no baby, please don’t think that, we could never do such a thing to you.” The one closest to you said.

“We just want to protect you.” Said the other.

You didn’t believe them. Your crying never subsided and your chest felt so tight due to the panic. You never thought you would be thinking this, but you wanted to go back to your home with your family.

Eventually, once you calmed down, they brought you back to the bed where they explained everything to you. Apparently they were a married couple who desperately wanted a child of their own, they were planning on going the traditional route and adopting one, but once they saw you they just knew they had to have you.

They saw how your biological family treated you, hitting you for the smallest mistake, screaming at you that you were dumb and worthless if you came home with any grade other than an A. They decided to finally ‘save’ you once they saw that you had cried yourself to sleep nearly every night that past week.

“We just want to help you honey, I know it can be scary, having all of this change happen so suddenly, but we did it for your own good. People need to think that you’re dead so that nobody will take you away from us.” One of them said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and resting his forehead against yours. He had done most of the talking, the other one reminded mainly silent.

You couldn’t tell if they were telling the truth or not. You were so confused and your judgment was so clouded that it was difficult for you to think at all.

From that moment forward you were their ‘daughter/son/child.’ They didn’t expect much from you, just to relax and enjoy being away from your abusive conditions, but to be honest you felt as if these conditions were just as abusive.

They were so gentle with you and made sure not to hurt you in any way. However, not wanting to hurt you, they were very adamant on physical affection. They coddled you endlessly, one more than the other.

They had been so caught up in making sure you were alright for the first week that they had forgotten to give you their names. They introduced themselves as Philip and Edwin, but they hoped that you would call them ‘father’ and ‘dad.’

Philip was the most affectionate. He would always cuddle you and talk to you non stop it felt like. He insisted on spoon feeding you which was humiliating but he saw it as bonding.

Edwin was more reserved but just as obsessed as his husband. He loved you dearly and he often came into your room which you were still bound to to help heal your cuts and bruises you gave yourself while you were still frantic and trying to escape.

Sometimes you would cry yourself to sleep at night, wishing you could go back to your normal life and see your friends again. If they heard your cries the two would immediately come inside and make sure you were okay. During these times the three of you would often fall asleep together, with you in the middle of course.

Your daily routine consisted of you laying in bed all day and only getting up to go to the restroom. The two would bring you three meals a day and any snack you asked for, although you still have yet to ask anything of them, not wanting to seem as though you’re accepting the situation. They gave you a notebook and some puzzles to entertain yourself with while they were away, but they mainly wanted to spend most of their time with you.

Edwin didn’t talk much but he would ask you simple questions, because although they know you well, they still have so much to learn! Sometimes Philip would come in in the middle of the night and just sit next to you and watch over you while you slept.

The two loved you so much, they would do anything for you.

After around a month and a half they decided to let you roam around the house, which was a lot bigger than you had anticipated, the two obviously had a large sum of money. They only let you roam if you agreed to not try and run away from them, which you agreed to. They were two fully grown men and you were just a kid, they could easily outrun and overpower you.

You were far too scared of them to disobey or resist them. You only showed your discomfort through small whimpers and freezing up whenever they go close to you. You were so scared that they’d snap one day and hit you or worse.

It took a little bit to get used to walking again. Your legs felt numb and you’d often fall over, in which case they’d run up to you and check for any bleeding and bruising.

As time went by and they saw how obedient you were, they let you have more and more privileges. Starting with being able to watch tv, to letting you have supervised time on your phone, even to allowing you an their backyard so you could have some time outside, while they watched over you of course.

They were happy you were so obedient but they knew it was out of fear. They did everything in their power to make you feel comfortable around them, but it’s hard to be comfortable around the people who forced to into a cage.

You never messed up once, hoping that eventually they’d either let you go or that your privileges would extend to a point where you’d easily be able to slip away from them at some point.

One say you were working on a puzzle in the living room while the two of them sat beside you watching what was on tv. You got up to get a drink but accidentally dropped the glass causing it to shatter. This was the first time you had done something that would be considered ‘bad’ and in your old home you’d either get yelled at or slapped because of it depending of your parents mood.

The two of them heard the crash and rushed to the kitchen, only to find you staring at them in shock while tears started forming in your eyes.

What if they thought you did it on purpose out of rebellion? If your own real parents hit you because of something like this then how would your captors react?

You backed up slightly out of fear and stepped on a sharp shard, making you yelp.

“Ow! I-I…I’m sorry…I-*sniff* I didn’t mean to…” You started panicking and a few tears started to stream down your face.

“Oh baby, stop walking, you’re hurt.” Philip said as he walked over to you, carful to avoid the glass. But as he reached out for you you flinched away, thinking he would hit you.

He paused. What kind of a monster would do this to you that you’d even be afraid of someone wanting to help you. It made him and Edwin furious, but they didn’t let it show right now.

Philip picked you up and sat you on the counter, the bottom of your foot was practically flowing out blood like it was a faucet. You started really crying now that you felt the pain.

Edwin worked on cleaning the mess up while Philip cleaned you up.

“Shh, shh, I know it hurts honey but just bare with it.” He said to you gently as he disinfected the wound.

Eventually the three of you found yourselves on the couch again. You leaned you back against Philip’s chest while Edwin helped yo wrap your foot as gently as possible.

“You should be more careful, cutting your bare foot can lead to serious infections.” Edwin told you matter of factly.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“He’s just looking out for you sweetie.” Philip chimed in. “It’s because we love you.”

That night, after the two of them put you to bed, they decided to make a trip to your previous ‘guardians’ if they can even call them that, and paid them a visit. They came back that morning with suspicious blood spatters on their cloths and made sure you didn’t watch the news for the next week or so.

They wouldn’t want their precious child to be scared of them after all would they?

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[curiositymemes]

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT ACTION PROMPTS.

a selection of some of my favorite underrepresented situations and actions for one of my favorite tropes! feel free to add + REVERSE to any of the prompts to change the situation and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.  

CRADLE : sender picks up the injured / unconscious receiver and holds them close to their chest, carrying them to safety. 

GUARDIAN : facing down a threat, sender pushes receiver back with an arm, moving to stand in front of them and protecting them with their own body.

TENDER : receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye.

SHELTER : seeing a threat barreling toward them (such as a storm, the shockwave from an explosion, or a building they’re in collapsing), sender holds the injured / incapacitated receiver close, turning their back to the threat to bear the brunt of the impact instead of the receiver.

FLICKER : sender thinks they’re too late to save receiver and begins to mourn them / sinks in defeat and grief, holding them close, only to find through a simple action (a cough, a twitch of a hand, a murmured word) that they haven’t left them after all. 

DELIRIUM : receiver wakes up to sender’s relief, only for receiver to not believe it’s really sender (that they’re imagining sender or that they don’t think sender would come for them) or that they’re finally safe. 

CONCEAL : both muses have been injured or have fallen ill, though sender keeps their injury / illness secret in favor of taking care of receiver. however, as receiver gets better, sender’s injury / illness worsens from lack of care, and they wind up collapsing, their injury / illness fully revealed. 

GUIDE : sender has been injured, but their skills are needed to help with the muses’ current situation (an escape plan, tending a wound, or diffusing a weapon, for example). sender has to walk receiver through the procedure, all the while trying to stay conscious. 

SAVIOR : receiver is at the mercy of a threat, and all seems lost, only for sender to suddenly burst in and come to their rescue, bearing weapons and all the protective spirit they can muster, to the relief / confusion / anger of receiver. 

LAST RESORT : injured / sick and alone after an encounter with a threat or a run-in with a dangerous situation, sender finds themself at receiver’s door, coming to them because they have nowhere else to go.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #dialog prompts #ask meme #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #ask prompts #rp prompts #roleplay prompt #inbox meme #angst #hurt/comfort #protective #hard to find hurt/comfort #injury tw #illness tw #violence tw #kidnap tw #kidnapping tw #natural disaster tw #death tw #death mention tw #ask to tag #i would like to thank all my respective brainrots for these

[superdanverstrio]

Kidnapped PT.7

Masterlist

PT.1  PT.2   PT.3   PT.4  PT.5 PT.6

Summary: Baby Danvers Get kidnapped and it’s up to Kara and Alex to do everything in their power to save them.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: Will a 100% be a marvel x supergirl crossover.

When Kara arrived to your apartment, she found you safe and asleep in your bed.

Some days passed and you just kept getting worst and worst. It got to a point where you didn't get out of bed except for emergency, and it took everything in you to just take a step without falling. You were nauseous, dizzy, really weak and your still healing wounds were hurting more than usual. Sometimes you were so cold, and sometimes you felt like you were in a volcano.

“Alex?” You ask when you woke up and saw your sister. “ Hmm?” She said, closing her book and placing it in her lap. “I really don't feel good.” You say. Her expression quickly changed. “What do you mean, what's wrong?” “Everything hurts and I feel so weak.” You say, tears brimming your eyes. “Alright, how long have you felt like this?” Alex asked. “A week.” You said closing your eyes to try to get rid of the dizziness.

“Hon, please don't fall asleep, I know you must be tired, but I have some questions.” Ales asked in a soft voice, she placed her hand on your forehead to see if you were hot, and unfortunately you were really hot. “Shit, you're really hot.” She says. “Alright, do you feel like throwing up?” You nodded your head. “Kind of.” “Ok what do you say we bring you back to the D.E.O, it could be nothing, but I prefer not to take risk.” She said, and you agreed.

You were back at the D.E.O, hook up to many machines, with Alex taking care of you and Kara at your bed side, with the same worried expression. “Do you feel a little better.” Kara asked. You gave her a little nod, the frown on her face deepen as she saw how unwell you still were.

“Alex, can I talk to you?” J'onn ask entering the room. “I'll be right back.” Alex said giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I just saw the footage of the Alien escaping, and I think i sort of know where he went.” Alex frown. “What do you mean 'kind of know'?”

“Well, a little before you join the D.E.O, I had this weird dream, but now I don't think it was a dream.” Alex nodded, signalling j'onn to keep going. “I woke up in a building in the middle of New work. I won't go into too many details, but I met people there, they were superhero sort of. They called themselves the Avengers.” Alex scoffed. “The Avengers? That's a… original name for a team.” Alex said. J'onn then went on by explaining what everyone did and what happened when he was there. “Ok, but how is that related to the alien's location.” Alex asks. “Well, Doctor Strange, the wizard, he can teleport by creating these circles that bring him wherever he wants. Those circles are the exact same as the on the alien when through. So now that we know the multiverse is real, I think it wasn't a dream, and somehow I travelled to another planet.” J'onn said.

“That makes sense, so now can we get there.” “I'm not sure, maybe the device that Cisco gave to Kara could travel us there.” J'onn suggested. “Maybe you're right, I'm going to try to look into it.”

A few days passed, and your condition just kept getting worse, you were exhausted all the time, you had lost all your appetite, and you threw up at least 3 times a day. Alex was so caught up with everything, she had barely enough time to take care of herself. She needed to take care of you, find the alien, find a cure for you and on top of that she needed to find the alien. Of course, she wasn't alone Kara helps with taking care of you, Lena with finding the cure and brainy help tracking the alien down, but it was still a lot.

Kara walking in Alex quarters, she saw Alex sat on a bench staring at the wall. “Alex?” Kara asked, braking Alex out of the trans she was in. “Mhm? What?” "Are you ok?” Kara asked, Alex took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I'm fine.” “You know, you're a really bad liar sometimes.” Alex gave a small smile and place her head in her hands, starting to tear up. “Come on, tell me what's wrong.” Kara said, placing her hand around her sister to comfort her.

“It's just… I know everyone is telling me it's not my fault, but I really feel like it is and having to take care of Y/N on top of being the director having to deal with everything it's just a lot. And I'm really worried about them and what if they die, I don't think I could ever forgive myself.” She said tears falling. Kara hugged Alex tightly and rubbed her back. “Alex, why didn't you tell me. You know you're not alone, you have Winn Lena J'onn Brainy and you have me. You know what, I think you should go home tonight, and before you argue J'onn is just as qualified as you to take care of the D.E.O and me and Lena can take care of Y/N.” Alex hesitates for a minute but agreed, “fine, but you have to call me if there is anything wrong.” “Of course.” Alex went home, and she could finally get some much-needed sleep, and everything went smoothly all night with you and the D.E.O.

Although it was the last thing she wanted, Alex had no choice but to call Eliza when your condition didn't improve. The look on her when she saw you laying in the D.E.O's med bay hooked up to so many machines was one of pure worry. “Oh god, sweetheart, you look so bad.” Eliza said, coming to your side. “Thank you.” you said barely above a whisper. Your mother place a comforting hand on your forehead and when she did, she noticed how hot it was.

“God, they are burning up, how long have they been this way?” She questioned. “Um, maybe like a week, they have only been getting worst since we brought them here.” Alex said just as worried. “ What's wrong with them?” Eliza asked, “Well that's part of the reason we called you, we don't know yet.” Alex said.

You were slowly falling asleep whilst your mother and big sisters talked, You were half of sleep when your stomach turned. You groan and slapped your hand over your mouth, you frantically looked around for Kara. She noticed your panicked state and quickly gave you the bucket, she sat you up and pulled your hair back. “Alright, let it all out, it's ok.”

When you were done throwing up, you laid back down. “I'm sorry.” You muttered exhausted. “Don't apologize, honey, it's not your fault at all.” Your mother said soothingly. After that, you fell asleep for a while.

#supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supergirl x reader #alex danvers x reader #marvel #fanfic #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagine #kara danvers x you #kara zor el x reader #kara danvers #kara zor el #alex danvers #alex danvers imagine #tw kidnapping #kidnap tw #torture tw #sick

[alostlovergirl]

Locked in-Tony stark x reader

Summary: when Y/N gets locked in during a snow storm with her best friend, Tony, he confesses his feelings of an deep obsession he has with her since he met her 6 years ago, the winter storm prevents her from getting away from his fantasy.

Warnings: kidnapping, trapping, tying up, insanity, tony going insane, crying, slight gaslighting, implied rape, abuse, violence,and possession

Minors do not interact. This story gets does get pretty dark, just to be warned.

Tony has always been a playboy and never had a serious relationship for as long as he can remember. That is until he met her. Y/N L/N. Good was she perfect. Her perfect little laugh and the way her braces showed when she smiled. The fact that she was always a caring soul, especially when tony drank to much. Her thick thighs and rolls that she always tried to hide when she went out any where. He was in love with her, no, he was obsessed with her. When she gets a partner, he gets overprotective and angry, completely driving her young lover away without her knowing. He always makes sure she eats. He makes sure that she feels good. He will do whatever she wanted and gave her whatever she wanted.

Now, he wanted her... Not as a repayment, but it was staring to get unbearable to see her pretty self leave his penthouse to go back to her drab apartment. He just wanted to spoil her. To keep her. Hell, maybe even have a family with her.

" Tony!” he walks out his kitchen with a cup of bourbon for him and some creamy hot chocolate with plushy marshmallows for her. He watched her with a warm smile as she complained about the snow. " I don't wanna be stuck here! My poor whiskers is stuck at home with probably empty food bowl!" she puts her hands on the window, whimpering about her cat, whiskers, that Tony bought for her. She always forgot to feed him or if she did, she would always worry that he already ate it all up. He walks over to her and taps her with the warm mug.

" hmm.... Welp, you are stuck with me. Lets hope he don't starve." he chuckles and she slaps his arm,

snatching the mug.

"that's not funny, Mr Stark." she grumbles and tony watches as she sips the hot chocolate, the marshmallow touching her nose and her humming in response. She gets all giddy from the hat chocolate, like a 5 year old that got their first taste of sugar. " thank you very much, sir"

Sir. She called him sir and unknowingly made his cock twitch. She walks past him to the couch, by the fireplace. He took a sneak peak at her ass and thighs, biting his lip at the plumpness. She plops down on the couch and her tits bounced nicely, with how perky they were. He hums and drinks down his alcohol before walking into the kitchen and getting another drink.

" Mr. Stark... You better chill out with alcohol. I am not being stuck with a drunk stark." Tony loved that she cared about him and it only made him hornier. He just hums in response and walks out with a fresh, larger glass of bourbon. He plops down beside her and lays his head on her lap. She doesn't say anything and treated her chubby fingers through his tangled hair, breaking the knots here and there.

He looks up at her and she was staring at the fireplace, entranced by the orange, yellows, and reds. He puts his glass on the floor and gently nuzzled into her plushy stomach. She stifled a laugh as his breath was tickling her through her shirt.it was such a shame that men already took her virginity. Why did she have to go fuck other men. Why couldn't she fuck him. He would spoil her with money and good dick. He would love her so much that he would be called clingy.

She moves a bit and he was pushed towards her crotch. He thought she would move his head, but she didn't. She didn’t even ask him to move. So, he didn't. He stayed right there and relished in being that close to an area so sensitive and private. He wanted to fuck her cunt and pump her full of his cum. Make her belong to him.

Maybe he should just tell her his feelings. Yeah, let’s do that.

" hey, honey. Can I talk to you?" he looks up at her and she stops looking at the fire, looking down at him. She gives him a weird look and moves his face away from her crotch. He sits up and looks her in the eyes.

" what is it?"

" I am in love with you. "

"what?" she looked concerned and confused. She tries to laugh nervously, “ are you drunk, Tony? "

He shakes his head and that scares her more. He tells her how much he loves her and that he wants to be with her. She looks at him with a disturbed look and standis up, putting the dirty mug. He grabs her hand and she tanks it away, completely terrified now. She was just gonna sit on the other cough, cause he was really creeping her out. But, he grabs her and yanks her back down, onto his lap.

Finally, he can touch her. She struggled against him, scared and he shushed her, smiling. " Please baby. I love you very much and I want to treat you right. Just let me' he plead with her, wrapping his giant arms around her waist. She yelled Ana punched him in the face.

"Get the fuck off of me, Tony!" she pushes him and pulls away from him. "No! I don't want you and you are creeping me out!" Tony was holding his bloody nose, not saying anything. He stands up and slaps her in the face. He completely loses his temper and grabs his glass of abandoned bourbon, breaking it over her head.

He watches his best friend of 6 years crumble to the floor. He comes back from his blackout rage. He acts quickly, tying her up and tending to her face wound. He couldn't mess up her face. Not her perfect face. "please don't be dead. Don't be dead." he felt like he was going insane. His mind was racing and it was mostly about him being rejected by the love of his life. She couldn't reject him. He was gonna keep her. He would move all her stuff in his penthouse. She was gonna be his.

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When Y/N wakes up, she was tied up on the couch and Tony was cuddling her close. He was pressing warm kisses to her face, while rubbing her inner thigh. She had duct tape on her mouth and her face was burning with pain. He kept muttering ‘ I love you’ over and over. He was acting insane.

She struggled and yelled out, only for it to be muffled. He pulls her back and shushes her, softly. "its okay, baby girl." he squishes her thighs and draws a little heart on them with his finger. He nuzzled his face into her neck, sucking red hickeys on her soft neck. " just relax, and I won't have to hurt you. I wanna keep you here and we will be together. You are mines and I am yours." he says, intertwining his fingers with hers. He was professing his love for her and she had to know that she was never stepping a foot back outside.

" let me take care of you." he purrs, licking her neck. She shakes her head, viciously. He doesn't listen to her and stands up, undoing her pants.

She was stuck inside because of this snow storm. She was never gonna be able to leave Tony ever again. He wasn't ever gonna allow it.

#dark marvel #marvel #new #tony stark x reader #x reader #possessive #kidnap tw #gaslighting mention

[thehomicidalbaby]

・❥・ I’d prefer if I didn’t have to drug you ・❥・

#lovesick #yandere #forced drugging #noncon drugging #actually psychotic #cnc drugging #obsessed #drugging kink #obsessive yandere #kidnap roleplay #drugging cw #stalking #kidnap fantasy #obsession #obsessive love #kidnap tw

[authorred]

Sad/Grieving Spencer Reid x Missing/Dead Reader headcanons because sad Spencer gives me serotonin in a twisted way

Preface: You were either announced missing (and presumed dead) or were killed and/or died somehow. There were a lot of things Spencer wanted to do with you, and a lot of things he didn’t do with you.

Rip reader, but your death and/or absence is giving me content to write, so be happy about that :)))

Warning(s): Mentions of death due to unspecified reasons, mentions of kidnapping and possible murder

At the initial report of your missing persons/murder, Spencer is stunned into a few seconds of silence

If he witnessed your death and/or kidnapping, he’ll collapse to the ground

He’ll blame himself, even if he doesn’t admit it, he will

To continue Point 1, he’ll ask Morgan or Garcia or Hotch or whoever to confirm it again, and then ask to see the report himself

He’ll start to get a little manic because he’s in disbelief

If you’re missing, he’ll frantically want to search for you himself

If you’re dead, he wants to see you

The team has to hold him back/down to keep him from acting by himself

He’ll cry. Hard.

When he’s alone he’ll hug something of yours to his chest, curl up, and cry

If you’re dead, and he goes to see/identify your body, he’ll get over his germaphobia to place his head on your chest, or hold your hand

If you’re missing, he’ll either drag himself into the station or work from home

Cries almost every day initially, or is on the brink of tears

Morgan and Garcia try to check in on him often to make sure he’s alive (bare minimum)

He’ll be silent at your funeral

He’ll continue to look for you if you’re missing, and won’t give up if your case is dropped

He’ll get mad at the others for giving up

If you’re dead, he’ll visit your grave every day and sit by it whilst rambling on about what he did that day, or what he didn’t do, and tell you how much he misses you and wishes you were alive

He’ll apologize a lot

If you’re missing, he’ll work almost obsessively

Will not get that much sleep

Goes to the team if he finds a breakthrough or a lead

If the team discourages him from pursuing it, he’ll probably get very frustrated

Will have a lot of silent breakdowns

Might not function properly with you gone

Sleeps with your sweater or some sort of your clothing to smell you

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[black-aurora-nora]

Doll House Pt. 1| Platonic!Yandere Shinaguzawa Brothers x Reader

For @tengensimp (this will be the last no age request I do. From now on if someone requests and doesn’t have their age in the bio, I won’t do it and will block you)

“(Y/N)?” A hand grabbed at your shoulder and shook you gently and you quickly slapped the hand away.

“I’m already awake.” You snapped tiredly, bringing your warm blanket up to cover your head.

Every morning, you wake up to the same voice and face. A face that you once liked but have now grown to hate.

“Then get up, I need to change your bandages.” Genya sighed, as if he were dealing with a troublesome teenager.

You didn’t move, only closing your eyes once again as you slowed your breathing. Maybe Genya would take the hint for once and leave you alone.

But of course, like the caring person he believed he was, Genya did not take the hint and roughly tugged at your cover, “(Y/N).” He warned.

Tired of hearing his voice, you sat up and pulled the covers away from your bandaged feet with a huff, “Here. Hurry up and fuck off.”

Genya huffed back as he slowly began to take off the bandages, studying the deep slices at the bottom of your feet. They definitely looked better than 2 weeks ago, but you still weren’t ready to walk yet.

“You’re feet are healing good. You may be able to walk sooner than Sanemi and I thought.” He stated.

“Great.” You replied sarcastically.

Genya glared at you, “What’s going on? Why the hell are you so mad lately? Are your feet still bothering you?"

You knew that the insanity was probably clouding his mind, but you couldn’t help but stare at him like he was stupid. How could someone be so oblivious?

“Yeah, my feet that have been sliced and fractured are still bothering me,” You droned, “But it may also be the fact that I don’t want to be here with people that kidnapped me.”

Genya only sighed at that, “I know it’s boring being stuck in the house all day, but that doesn’t mean that you should say hurtful things to your bro-“

“You are not my brother!” You snapped, “Neither you or Sanemi are family to me. I’d rather you leave me for the maggots than pretend to love you.” You growled.

Genya only stared at you, his eyes reading a mix of pain and sadness. They sharpened with hot anger; a look that could kill.

“You think you don’t need me?” He challenged.

You didn't like his tone, but you were far too angry to not bite back. “I don’t. You guys are the ones who made me this way!” Everything was their fault. You were taking care of yourself just fine before Sanemi attacked you that night.

“You don't need me?" He repeated knowingly, as if you were a child having a tantrum. Slowly, he rose from his spot and shrugged, a hard look on his face, "Alright, we'll see about that."

The door slid shut and you were left alone once again with just your thoughts.

You huffed, rolling back over to sleep again.

Genya didn't speak to you for most of the day. The only time he helped you was when you begged to use the bathroom, but other than that, he acted as if you were a fly on the wall.

Not eating for the day sucked, but you didn't mind it too much. It was nice to get time away from Genya's coddling.

On day 6, you decided that enough was enough. Genya was acting ridiculous.

He and his brother were the one's that put you in this fucked up situation. He couldn't just decide to stop caring for you just because you hurt his feelings. It's like he wasn't even thinking about how you felt being kidnapped.

Your feet were beginning to itch and ache from lack of care. You couldn’t wrap them yourself since Genya purposely stored them where you couldn’t reach the bandages or the ointment.

You couldn’t really eat anything of real nutritional value either since he’d put most of the food in unreachable places.

Now, you were beginning to realize that he’d planned all of this. He wanted you to beg for him. He needed you to need him.

You'd weakly crawled out onto the engawa, watching him train.

"Genya." You called out. He stopped and looked at you with expecting eyes, "You know that you have to help me, so just do it. I don't care anymore.”

Instead of helping you like you’d asked, he went back to training.

Your mouth gaped like a fish and you called for him again, “I won’t complain anymore, I promise. I’ll do everything you and Sanemi say, okay?”

Nothing.

“Genya… please. I’m hungry.” You begged softly, “My feet hurt and I can’t change the bandages by myself… I don’t want them to get infected, Genya, please.”

There was still no response and you felt your resolve melting little by little each time Genya didn’t answer you.

Your feet hurt so bad and your stomach churned got something other than soup.

“Genya…” Your voice wobbled, “Please help me. I need your help.” You told him with bitter tears, “I need your help with my bandages and I need your help to eat…”

He finally stopped training and looked at you with knowing eyes, “You do?” He asked in a mocking tone. “My little sister needs her big brother?”

“Yes.” You bit out.

He picked you up with a warm smile, “I’m glad you realized that you do need us.” Instead of taking you back to your room, he headed back outside.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Genya chuckled at the question, as if you were a child, “You stink! We’re going to take quick bath and then we’ll worry about eating and changing your bandages.”

#yandere #yandere scenario #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #platonic yandere #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #genya shinazugawa #kny sanemi #kny genya x reader #anime #kidnap tw #tw cursing #tw injury #tw manipulation #tw infantilization #female reader

[izalemon]

Yandere Red Room Host x f!Reader | SMUT/NSFW/18+⚠️

Halloween, Horror Special (PLEASE READ WARNINGS AND AUTHORS’ NOTE)

A Tortured Love Story

Warnings: non-con, smut, bondage, torture, filming, killing, gore, reader is not killed or harmed badly, the dark/deep web, double life, blood, violence, death, recorded sex, fucking in front of a corpse, pet play, ownership kink, drugging, bdsm, rape, oral (fem!receiving) Let me know if I need to add anything

Summary: After a year married to your husband, you start to notice strange noises coming from downstairs at night from your basement, but being unable to go to the basement since it’s your husband’s work space, you decided to sneak in to investigate the noises on your own, only to find something out of your worst nightmares.

Author’s note: THIS IS ONE OF THE DARKEST ONES I’VE WRITTEN YET! Like holy shit this is bad. Seriously, none of this is right and should NOT be romanticized in real life. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Fantasy is fantasy and it should stay that way. Sexual assault is a real thing and shouldn’t be romanticized outside of things that are strictly fantasy. It’s completely normal to have rape fantasies but should NEVER happen in real life. Stay safe loves, especially on the internet ❤️

You and your husband had been married for the better part of a year now. You couldn’t ask for more in life. He was your perfect match. The wedding was glamorous and the two of you barley had any issues moving in together. The only boundary he was adamant on was that the basement to you new house was for his work and you were not allowed in, unless he said so.

You found it strange but this was the only thing he was asking for so you complied. You knew he was a photographer of some kind, but he never really talked to much about his job with you so you didn’t really know the details. All you knew was that his job paid well, to the point you didn’t have to work if you didn’t want to. But you didn’t want to be useless so you found a relatively nice office job to help with the bills.

Your husband often sent flowers to your work, which, you’ll admit, was somewhat embarrassing, but it warmed your heart knowing he was thinking about you while he did whatever it was for his work.

It was bliss at first. You were so happy you barley noticed anything out of place. But…once you started to settle yourself, you began to hear strange noises at night when your husband was gone.

One night, while you slept alone while he was out for his job, you heard rustling downstairs. It sounded like two people fighting almost and ended with a sudden thud. You ran downstairs, grabbing a knife from the kitchen on your way, assuming there was an intruder, but was only met with your husband, looking rather out of breath and annoyed, standing in the hall in front of the basement door.

“Baby? What happened? Are you okay? I heard a noise, it’s sounded like someone broke in!”

“What? No, nobody’s in here. It’s just me, don’t worry yourself.” He said.

“But…there’s blood!” You pointed out the bloodstains on his hand.

“Oh yeah, that’s probably what you heard. I tripped and cut myself. It’s nothing too bad, here,” he said, gently taking the knife from your hands. “You go back to bed baby, I’ll clean myself up and join you in a bit.” He told you, planting a kiss on your forehead before sending you off.

You were confused. That shuffling you heard downstairs definitely didn’t sound like someone tripped. And you knew he wasn’t being honest with you. You didn’t see any cut on him at all. The blood wasn’t his own.

You grew more suspicious about what was going on in the basement after that. Asking him if you could go in and see what he does, only to be met with a “No” and a “I’m sorry honey, my work is very important and private to me. You understand don’t you?”

You didn’t want to pester him so you just accepted his answer.

One night, you got home from your work early only to be met with, what sounded like, screams coming from the basement. It was screams of a man and you worried your husband was hurt. You frantically began knocking on the door.

“Baby?! Honey are you in there!?!” You yelled followed by a series of knocks that progressively got louder.

The screaming was suddenly cut off and you attempted to open the door only to find it was locked shut. And just as you did it opened revealing your husband in the other side.

“What was that?!” You asked, worry coating your voice.

“Why are you here! I thought you were working till 9 tonight?!” He yelled.

“Wha-I finished up early. Why are you so angry? And what were those screams?! And since when did you install a lock on the door?!” You demanded, getting more and more heated as you questioned him.

“I don’t have time for this, it…it was just a film. Sometimes…I…I like backgrounds noise while I work! And the lock is to keep my work private. You know how I am about this!”

“Yeah! But don’t you trust me enough to know I’m not going to invade on your personal space?!” You asked him.

“If you’re not going to come in, in the first place then why do you care if I put a lock on the door or not?! And you were just trying to get it now!” He argued back.

“I thought you were hurt! I heard screaming! I-I thought something happened to you!” You we’re on the verge of tears now. Him yelling mixed with your initial panic did not make for a good combination.

“Yeah, we’ll I’m fine. Thank you. Just-don’t…don’t even attempt to come down here. Even if you hear something strange. Just know I’m fine okay?!”

“But-“

And then he slammed the door in your face and locked it again.

That was the first major fight the two of you had since moving in together. You’d never really done well with conflict and this fight just shot your stress meter through the roof.

That night, when he came to bed, he held you close. After some time cooling off and having some time to think, he regretted the way he spoke to you and he whispered apologies into your ear and the two of you made love that night.

Of course him on top. He was always on top when you two were being sexual. He had a thing about control and you didn’t mind, you were just happy to be with him.

But even though he apologized you still couldn’t get the screams out of your head. You couldn’t get everything that’s been happening out of your head. So you decided you would investigate. All you wanted was to know what he did in the basement, you promised yourself you wouldn’t bring it up to him or freak out. All you needed was closure. So when he was out running errands one day, you came home from your job early to do some investigating.

The door was still locked, you attempted to find the key, looking in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, but couldn’t find anything. You assumed he took it with him. So instead you looked up a video on lock picking, quickly being able to open up the door after that.

It was strange walking down the steps to the basement for the first time. You felt guilty but knew you had to do this or otherwise the curiosity would eat you alive.

The basement was dark and smelled funny. You eventually were able to find a light switch and the room completely lit up, nearly blinding you, almost as if they were hospital lights. The first thing that caught your eye was the translucent sheet of plastic that separated one area of the room from the other. You couldn’t make out exactly what was behind it, but you heard groaning and saw a figure shift.

Reluctantly, you approached the sheet and looked behind it. You were met with the most horrific sight you had ever seen. A man, a man you had never seen in your life, was laying on a table, his limbs bound and his stomach completely cut open. He was on the brink of death and was just laying there suffering. A camera was recording everything. A nearby monitor showed the recording and that it was being live streamed. Money, lots of money, was being donated every second.

Your breath got caught in you throat. Your husband…this is what he was doing? Surly not. Surly you were dreaming. Having a nightmare. Any minute you would wake up next to your husband who would hold you and comfort you until you fell back to sleep. Right?

You didn’t even scream. Just ran. Ran in the opposite direction, with the full intention to grab your phone and call the cops. But you were stopped. Half way up the stairs you were met with the face of your husband. But he didn’t look like your husband anymore. He wasn’t. He was a psychopath, a murderer. And he looked pissed.

“I told you not to go down here. How many damn times did I say it?” He sounded disappointed, sad even.

“What the fuck?!?” You cried out, calling him sternly by his name. “Who that fuck was that? Who are you?!?”

“I told you my work was private, and now look what you’ve done.”

“What I’ve done?! Look at what you’ve done! How many people have you killed before him?! How-were…are you…I-” You we’re losing your words quickly, unable to fully grasp the situation.

He began to walk down the stairs towards you, you backing up in response, down back into hell. “Baby…you shouldn’t have gone in here. Now you can’t go back.”

“Back? What…what do you mean?”

The two of you were on level ground now, just a few feet away from the man slowly dying.

He suddenly grabbed you and pulled you against his chest. He was strong, you were unable to get out no matter how hard you fought. “This is what happens when you break my rules. And there are going to be a lot more from here on out.” He whispered in your ear, before poking your neck with something sharp. You quickly began to go limp in his arms, and finally fell unconscious, but never hitting the floor.

You prayed you weren’t next.

~~~

When you woke the first thing you noticed was how heavy you felt. It took all of your strength just to wiggle your fingers, and about half an hour before you managed to get up.

You were still in the basement, directly across the room from the stairs on a mattress, your mattress. Your ankle was in a leather strap chained to the wall. The chain wasn’t that long, it barely allowing you to go past the mattress. Your tried prying your ankle from the restraint before noticing only a key could unlock it.

Panic surged through your veins when you heard the basement door open and heard your husbands steps as he made his way down the stairs towards you. In his hands was a glass of water and some food.

He silently walked over to you and placed them in front of you. There was a long silence. You didn’t know what to say, you had never been so scared in your life.

“I’m sorry you had to find out.” He simply put. “I never intended for you to ever find out about what I do, I wanted to protect you from this side of me.” He said as he looked over to the plastic sheet hung from the wall, hiding the horrors that lay behind it.

“…what’s going on?”

“I…” he sighed. “You just HAD to be nosey didn’t you?!” He suddenly yelled, making you flinch. “Everything was fine. Perfect even! And now look what you’ve done!”

“WHAT I’VE DONE?!? I just found someone in our basement being recorded as he died!” You snapped back.

Your husband stood up abruptly and looked down at you, a look in his eye that could kill.

“Eat your food. I’ll explain everything when I cool off.” And with that he stormed out, closing and locking the door behind him.

A few hours later he came back and sat next to you on the mattress and explained everything.

He had gotten into some shady business when he was younger and his job got progressively more violent until he was being paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to torture people. He had always had a bloodlust since he was a kid, hurting and sometimes killing animals, so this was perfect for him.

The people watching his livestream were mostly others who had found their way onto the dark web and had the same urges he did, but the ones actually sending in money were his clients. People would apparently pay him hundreds to carry out a certain form of torture. Many of his regular clients were rich, business men who abused their power and were usually the ones who asked for the most vulgar forms of torture to be carried out.

You cringed as he explained all of this to you. Had you really married this man? We’re you really in love with him? How could you be anymore now that his true colors were revealed?

“And you…you were all part of the plan too…at first.”

“…what does that mean?”

“Well, I usually can’t stand people. They annoy me and honestly I’d rather see their head on a stick than converse with them. But when I met you, strangely enough, I didn’t get that feeling. So I decided to court you as a cover, to make me seem more normal and fit in. I though that that would be the best option since if I lived with someone I could actually stand being around there’d be less of a risk of me snapping and killing my spouse.” You flinched when he said that. “But…by the time of our wedding…I found myself meaning it when I said ‘I do.’ I don’t think I ever faked it when I was with you. You just…bring out something in me that’s…normal.”

You felt like you should be flattered but all you were was terrified. “So…you’re not going to kill me?”

“No. No! NO! I could never. I…baby I love you.” He expressed, cupping your face in his hands whilst you desperately tried to get away from him. “I don’t want you down here my love. Really I don’t. But I’m willing to keep you down here for the rest of our lives if it means you stay with me.”

“You’re sick.” You spat at him.

He chuckled. “Maybe. But soon you will be too.”

From that day forward you didn’t leave the basement once. He would unchain you at times so you could stretch your legs, and he had a bathroom down there for you to wash up in, but other than that, you didn’t leave the mattress.

He started doing his work in front of you now. He brought down unconscious people and would lay them out on the table—before putting on a mask to hide his identity and start streaming.

It was sick. The screams that left those peoples mouths haunted your dreams. There was so much blood. The sound of their skin being cut through and torn off repeated in your mind over and over again. He would make you watch it all. You were just out of frame of the camera, and when he would bark at you too keep looking, it naturally got the people watching curious.

He told you about how they all wanted to see his ‘special victim’ and why he was keeping them all to himself. This naturally made you fearful of what he would do next. Would he be swayed by the viewers requests and show you on camera? He said he wouldn’t kill you but he never said anything about not torturing you.

He would bring one person down a week. They’d last anywhere between a day to four. At first you would talk to them, try and come up with a plan for escape, but you were too far away to reach them and help them break free of their bonds. Eventually you stopped trying.

Sometimes they would try to talk to you, and you’d ignore them. Others would sometimes ignore you as well. But one time, one of them got pissed. They started shouting at you. Calling you horrible names for not even trying to help them or yourself.

“YOU SELFISH ENTITLED BITCH! I hope you rot in hell along with that fucker who did this to me! The only reason you’re still alive is probably because he keeps you as his personal COCK SLEEVE! Once you’re all used up you’re just gonna end up on this table like the rest of his victims!” You knew he was just scared and projecting it on to you, not to mention he was restrained at every limb so he didn’t pose any threat, but that didn’t stop you from being scared. His words hurt and you feared they may be true.

What if your husband got bored of you eventually? What if you ended up on that table too?

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when you heard the door open and your husband marching down the stairs. When he came into your line of sight you saw just how pissed off he was.

He walked over to the man and punched him square in the nose. “You want to say that to her again.” You heard him just barely as he whispered it to the man.

You heard as he cried out in pain while blood poured out of his, now broken, nose. This just seemed to piss off your husband more. He grabbed a nearby scalpel and plunged it into the man’s hand, warranting and even louder screech of pain.

You turned your head away and covered your face with your hands while tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Even after all this time, it was still so much.

“You ever call my wife such degrading names like a bitch or a cock sleeve again…and I’ll be sure this process last far longer than a week. You’ll be here months if I hear another damn word come out of your mouth. Got it?”

Only whimpers came from the man’s lips, but it seemed to be enough for your husband for now.

Once he was finished with him he came over to you and brought you in a tight embrace. You were shaking by now. “Shhh, my pretty little thing. Don’t pay him any mind. He’s just a mere pawn in our game.”

And that’s how he saw it. A game. His game. He enjoyed doing this. He enjoyed torturing these people. Hell, despite his words, you felt he even enjoyed having you down here. Having you all to himself, him being the only form of human contact that wouldn’t die in less than a week.

And it wasn’t like he just came down here to torture people either. Oh no. Often times, when there wasn’t anyone else in the room, he would spend hours with you. He’d make you lay your head in his lap as he played with your hair and he’d rub out the knots in your back from staying in one place for so long. When you refused to eat what he gave you he’d spoon feed you.

You only tried to deny his affections once and that didn’t go well for you. The first few days you were enraged and took it out, rightfully, on him. Whenever he got close you scratch and bite at him, try to kick and hit him. Eventually he got tired of this and brought you over to his work area. You thought he was going to do to you what he did to the others. He strapped your wrists to chains coming from the ceiling so that you were hanging there like a piece of meat. He blindfolded and gagged you and left you there over night.

The next day he brought to back to your original spot and rubbed your sore shoulders and wrists. “I’m sorry baby but it had to be done. You’re going to follow my rules from here on out, and if you don’t you’ll continue to spend nights up there.” He said these things in such a sweet way despite his words being far from sweet.

From then on you stopped fighting back as much when he showed you affection, fearful that he might do something worse next time.

He wanted to hold you? You’d let it happen but you wouldn’t hold him. He kissed you? You’d accept but would not kiss him back.

This cycle lasted, for what felt like, forever. He brought a new person down, torture them for a few days until they died, get rid of the body, spend some quality time with you, and then the cycle would repeat. And he wouldn’t shy from coddling you in front of his victims. They watched as he kissed and handled you with such care, and right after having just been so brutally violent with them too. You started to think that he didn’t see them as human.

This was the ninth one now, or was it tenth? You honestly didn’t know anymore. You did what you usually did, stayed bundled up in your corner and watched as your husband went away at the poor woman.

Anytime you dare look away he’d order your eyes back up to watch as fingernails were pulled out, skin was torn right off the body, toes and fingers were being chopped off, and hair and eyelashes being pulled out in chunks. Eventually he finished, leaving the woman broken and humiliated. He walked over to you, you saw the familiar look in the woman’s eyes, she feared what he would do to you next, and you then saw her puzzled expression as he stroked your hair, whispered something in your ear, kissed you and left. It was the same confused and shocked look everyone gave.

Hours had passed, and the woman had been silent the whole time. You didn’t look at her, but you could feel her gaze on you.

“So…how long have you been here?” She suddenly asked.

You didn’t reply.

“What? Not talkative?” She let out a light chuckle. “C’mon, you could at least spare me a conversation before I die.”

You didn’t respond.

“Hey. You mute or something? C’mon speak up.”

You looked up at her now, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Has he hurt you?”

“…not as much as he’s hurt all of you.” You whispered back.

“Hmm…you must be the special one.”

“What?”

“The special one. I’m a detective honey, in situations like these there’s always one that the sicko grows attached to. Usually kept locked away like a pet or somthin’, treated like an animal.” She explained to you.

You rested your head on top of your knees that you held close to your chest. “…I’m his wife.” You said plainly.

You didn’t have to look at her to know what her face looked like.

You heard her chuckle. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

It was silent for a bit again.

“So, how long have you been down here? And how long do I have?”

You looked up at her reluctantly. “I…around two months…I’ve been down here. You…you likely have a day or two left.”

“Jesus.”

She was surprisingly calm for knowing she was going to die, painfully at that.

“Listen here sweetie, I don’t have a lot of time but you do. I imagine one day that psycho is going to snap and you’ll find yourself up here too, but you have an advantage unlike me. So listen to me very carefully.”

She told you her plan. Was this why she’d been so quiet before? Was she thinking up all of this the whole time? She pointed out things to you that you hadn’t even noticed despite being here so long.

The plan was: the next time he came in to torture her, you would cause a scene and distract him. While he was distracted she would grab the edge of the table that held his tools that was closer to her when he was working and get hold of the scalpel and pair of surgical scissors. She had noticed the scalpel and scissors were closest to her, and that after he was done with a tool he’d always put it back where it went. It would be difficult with her bound wrists but she reassured to you that she would manage.

It was amazing what she was able to pick up on even while she was being tortured.

After he left again, she would toss the tools as close to you as she could, before you slid it the rest of the way and into your grasp. Then she explained to you how to pick a lock with the the given tools incase she wouldn’t be able to explain it to you after the next round.

Then she instructed you to do the same with the lock on the basement and leave when you knew he was asleep.

“What about you?”

“I likely won’t be able to walk by tomorrow. I doubt I can already. Just worry about getting away and getting to the cops so they can get this psycho and give him the fuckin death penalty, although he deserves worse.”

And the next day…you did as she said. You distracted him, standing up and yelling at him that you’ve had enough and threatened him with whatever you could. He stormed over to you, stuffing a gag into your mouth and whispered, “Don’t fuckin speak idiot. They’ll hear you, your identity could be at risk.” As he gripped your jaw dangerously tight. But it worked. After he left she tossed the tools to you with what little strength she had left. You just barely managed to slid them over to you and begin to pick at the locks. Thankfully she explained it to you before hand since her mouth was sewed shut now.

You got out. The first time out of your restraints by your own terms. You walked over to her and nearly threw up at the sight. Her hair was shaved off, every nail was torn out, cuts, bruises, and burns scattered her body. Her eyes were just barely swollen shut and her nose…was completely gone. Just two bloody holes.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered to her. “I’ll be as fast as I can.” And you took off. There was no clock in the room so you had no idea what time it was, you knew he usually came down in the night or evening so it had to be dark out.

You picked the lock as silently as you could. Being sure to follow the instructions she had told you earlier. You were getting nervous. What if this lock was different? What if it didn’t open? What would your husband do if he came down and found you out of your-*click*

You breathed out deeply but made sure to keep it quiet, and slowly began to open up the door. Freedom. Freedom at last. You made your way as quietly and quickly to the front door as possible. You had been right, it was night, around 11pm. You could feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins as you began to turn the knob and open the door.

“Armed system stay—you have one minute to turn off the alarm”

Your heart got caught in your throat when the blaring sirens began to go off. You never had an alarm system before, did he get it incase you escaped? Apparently so because you heard his footsteps making their way down the stairs.

You bolted.

You ran out the door as fast as you could and made your way down the street. You were too scared to slow down and get help from a neighbor. It was late and all of them would be asleep and would give him enough time to catch up to you again.

You ran and ran and ran but it wasn’t enough. You heard his footsteps behind you, getting closer by the second.

“No, no, no, no-NO! Please someone help!!!” You cried out before feeling him jump on top of you and push you to the ground, hitting your head on the hard concrete and blacking out.

~~~

When you woke the first thing you noticed was your throbbing head. You groaned, audibly, at the feeling. You vision was blurred when you opened your eyes, and you could barely hear anything. You saw the blurry figure of your husband working on something in front of him. It was only the sounds of skin being cut and torn that you realized what he was doing.

You nearly threw up.

“Oh! Looks like our special guest is finally awake.” You heard him say.

Panic surged through your body. This was it wasn’t it? This was his breaking point. You were next in that table now.

As your senses became clearer you felt the tug on your arms and wrists. You realized you were being hung from the chains attached to the ceiling like you had been before. You tried to stand so that there wasn’t as much tension on your arms but you couldn’t seem to get your legs to move.

“Aww~” His voice was closer now. You looked up at him and saw he was wearing nothing but his boxers, a translucent, plastic apron and the usual mask he wore when he did his work. You saw behind him that three cameras were recording all of this. You, your husband, and the woman who was barely alive on the table, gurgling on her own blood.

“What’s the matter darling? Tired?” He mocked you in a sickeningly sweet voice.

You tried to respond to him. To cuss him out, damn him to hell, but you couldn’t manage to get any words out.

“Not to worry everybody! I have just the thing!” He said as he broke a small bag of strange, white power underneath your nose. You jumped at the sudden chemicals. Suddenly your vision was clearer and you were standing on your feet instead of being hung by your wrists. The first thing you noticed now that your consciousness was clearer was the mask. You saw in the monitor you were wearing a small, black, masquerade mask and were only in your bra and underwear. The second thing was the woman, who looked much worse than you had left her. She was laying in the table in front of the cameras, her feet had been cut off and her hands smashed to the point you were sure that the bones inside were dust at this point. That must have been the cutting you heard when you first came to conscious.

“Now! I’m sure you’re all wondering why she’s here.” He was referring to the camera again, to the sick people watching all of this. “If you’ve been watching me for the past couple of months you’ll know that I’ve been speaking to someone from time to time on the side. And I know you were all just dying to know who it was, so let me introduce you to my pet!” He exclaimed, motioning behind him, towards you.

‘Pet?’ You wondered.

“Now,” he clapped his hands. “My special little plaything has crossed some boundaries recently. She almost managed to escape me!” He was acting as if he were a host on a reality tv show. He was never this vocal during his work. “Now, wouldn’t you all agree that such an act would warrant a punishment?” He asked them but looked at you. You saw behind the mask that, despite his cheery voice, his eyes were glaring at you with the anger of a thousand men.

You saw as comments began pouring in from the onlookers.

========

Yess!

Kill her!

Make her bleed

pull out her nails

Skin the bitch

Pull out her teeth and make her suck you offf!!!

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You turned your head to look away. You couldn’t bare to watch all of these comments hoping for your suffering. But your head was suddenly jolted back after he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at all the disgusting things people were saying.

He whispered to you, too low for anyone other than the two of you to hear, “Look at that baby, all the things they want me to do to you. You have no idea how lucky you truly are. If I wasn’t for me…someone else would have found you…and I’m sure they wouldn’t have been so kind. There are a lot of sick bastards out there that would like to see a pretty thing like you suffer.” He was one to talk.

He turned back to the cameras sharply. “Now now…we can’t be too cruel to her. If I hurt her too badly then I will be left without my pet anymore.” He stroked the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. “Instead of damaging her pretty body…how about her mind?”

“Please…” You called out unexpectedly. You were crying. “Please…please don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want. Just not this…” Your voice became weaker and weaker as you continued to beg him.

“Aww~ you poor little thing.” He knelt down slightly so that he was at your level. He gently took hold of both sides of your face and leaned his mask’s forehead against yours.

He sighed blissfully. “You should have thought of that before trying to leave me.” With that, he abruptly let you go and walked towards the woman. “However, before we can get started on her, let’s finish this one off first!”

You watched as he grabbed a knife and plunged it into her chest, dragging it down her body as blood spilled all over the table and floor. You cried out for him to stop, begged for him to let her live, but by the time your vision cleared from the tears spilling down your cheeks, you were staring at a corpse, and the psycho who killed her.

“Now~ bunny.” He dropped the knife on the floor and began to approach you. “Aw, you’re shaking like a leaf, are you cold?” He took your throat in his hand. “I know a way to warm you up.”

“Please.” Was all you could muster up. You knew you were helpless, you knew he could do what he wanted to you. All you could do was beg for him to stop, but that would never happen.

He kissed you harshly, you felt your teeth clash against his and how his tongue pressed into and against your teeth in an attempt to get into your mouth. You tried to get away but he was far too strong. When he finally did break the kiss you had to take a minute to catch your breath. By the time you did, you realized he had let go of your throat and was behind you now.

He looped his arms around your waist and rested his bead against yours, swaying the two of you side to side. “Oh my sweet darling…things are going to change from now on.” He told you.

“Please…please don’t kill me…” You begged him.

He took hold of the underside of your jaw and made you look at him. “I could never kill you honey, but you do need to be taught a lesson. After this, you will be featured in all of my videos. On display for all of them to see. I’ll make you watch every minute of the ‘show’ before I move on to you~”

“Move…move on to me?”

“Hmm, yes darling, but not to worry, it won’t be painful. If anything you might find yourself enjoying it.” And that’s when you felt it. You had been so occupied with the cameras, the dead woman, and his words that you hadn’t noticed his growing erection until now.

“No…wait…no-NO!!” You cried, struggling as much as you could against the restraints. Ever since he locked you down here he hadn’t touched you sexually at all, much to your relief, but now you didn’t know what would happen. You had been married to someone you didn’t even know this whole time, sleeping with someone who was hiding who they were. Who knew what he would be like now. He was always gentle and nice to you in bed before, but you doubted he would be now, now that his true nature was revealed.

And the cameras. So many people were watching, cheering for you to be tortured, cheering for you to be defiled in front of them by your own husband. “No! No please no! Not in front of the cameras! I’ll be good! I won’t try to run again! Please! Please, anything but this.”

“You should have thought of that before you tried to escape.” He told you in sudden, harsh tone.

Your bottoms were abruptly torn off and he thrusted into you without any prep. You yelped at the intrusion and pain that came from being stretched without any help from lubricants. He began to bounce you on his dick. In and out, it felt like you were being burned from the inside.

“Sorry about this love, but you understand I have to put on a show for them.” You assumed he was talking about him forcing his way inside you with no foreplay. It didn’t feel good. Even when the pain did eventually stop you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy what was happening. He didn’t even touch your clit.

You started crying, crying out and hoping, by some miracle somebody would hear you. Praying that somebody would help you. Hoping to whatever god there was that this was all a bad dream, that you would wake up next to the man that you married in the morning. Not this monster. Not this cold hearted psychopath that was defiling you in front of others who were all just as sick as him.

Finally, he finished inside of you, letting out a groan in your ear as he did so. He let you go and you were left hanging there again, deprived of any energy you had before to stand. Your tears had dried up a while ago, and left you dry heaving.

“And…that will be all for this week.” He said as he walked over to the monitors to end the stream.

The room was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the squeaking of the chains that held you up as you lightly swayed back and forth.

“It didn’t have to be this way.” He said. “I was planning on slowly making you participate. But you just had to go and run away.” He was in front of you again, taking off both of your masks now that you were alone and reaching up to undo your restraints.

You collapsed, the only thing preventing you from falling to the floor being your husband, who caught you and began carrying you over to the mattress again.

You didn’t fight. How could you? There was no hope anymore. You had tried to escape, it failed, and now he would never let you leave his sight.

He laid you down in the mattress and chained your ankle to the chain attached to the wall as he always did. You prayed he would just leave and let you sleep. Let you forget what he did to you.

But your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something wet in between your thighs. You jolted up and tried to get away, but two hands took hold of your thighs and brought you closer, making you yelp.

You looked down to find your husbands face buried between your legs, lapping and your abused heat.

“No…no please.” You sighed, having lost your voice from earlier.

“Lay back and relax baby. Your punishment’s over, let me fix it.” He said to you as he peppered kissed on your thighs and lower lips.

You felt him lick gingerly at your clit, gently rubbing your thighs and whispering sweet nothings to you as he did so. It was so different to how he was beforehand.

“I’m sorry I had to do that to you. But now you know. And now we can indulge in one another properly.” He whispered in between licks.

You felt two fingers penetrate you gently. You let it happen. How could you not? You were far too terrified of him to do anything other than just lay there and take it. But you did so much more than take it. Despite everything that’s happened he made sure you enjoyed it.

He ate you out for, what felt like, hours. Being so nice as to prep you, make sure you were ready for him. Having his fingers pump in and out of your hole while he sucked on your clit eagerly, before switching to pumping you with his tongue while he fingers worked your clit.

You unconsciously tightened you thighs around his head as he continued. Doing everything in you power to stop yourself from letting out a little “please~” as you had done in the past.

He made you cum twice around his lips. “You did so well baby, look how much you came.” He whispered in your ear, leaning overtop of you now while his fingers danced over your cunt.

He flipped you over gently, into the two of yours favorite position, and angled your ass in the air. “I don’t want this.” You whispered.

“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you need.” He said. “You need me baby. If you didn’t have me some other maniac would have gotten to you and killed you like all of those other people. I don’t want to kill you. I want to protect you. And until you can understand that you’re going to stay down here and watch every single session until you’re just like me.” He whispered to you, pinching your ass.

A single tear fell down your cheek before he pushed into you again, much more gentle this time. Instead of harsh, mindless thrusts, he moved his hips in a certain rhythm now. He made sure to focus more on how you were feeling unlike before.

You hated how good it felt. He always did know just how to make you feel the best in bed. Always showering you with praises even if all you were doing was laying back and taking what he was giving you.

It was hard to think that during all that time he was secretly torturing and killing people in your basement. You didn’t want to believe he still loved you, if anything you’d rather be on that table getting tortured like the rest of them, cause then you wouldn’t have to admit you still loved him.

Which you did.

You couldn’t deny the fact you still loved your husband, even if it was in a different way now.

Those feelings don’t just disappear. Maybe if he admitted he never loved you in the first place they would. But because he still loves you makes you unable to deny your feelings for him.

Even now. While he’s thrusting into you even though you’d rather be left alone.

Even now. While he leans his stomach onto your back and whispered sweet little nothings into your ear.

Even now. While he wiped your tears away from your cheeks to get a better view of your face.

And when he does finish, inside of you again, he flips you back onto your back to finish you off with his mouth once more.

You wailed this time. It felt good. Too good to truly be against your will. “That’s my girl.” He whispered, giving your cunt one last kiss before moving up to you again, pulling the covers over the two of you and falling into the sweet escape of sleep, knowing full well that this was just the beginning.

#cw: gore #tw noncon #yandere noncon #x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #noncon touching #forcedsex #tw blo0d #abduction #kidnap tw #kidnap fantasy #tw torture #dark web #deep web #killing #tw dubcon #yandere smut #x you smut #reader smut #dark writing #tw dead body #tw death #tw violence #tw violent death #horrific #horror

[talyneandtheyreficz]

The Longing Chapter One

<< Original Prompt Hannigram kidnaps you>>

**Warnings for Implied Stalking and Drugg1ng**

((Sorry this is short I plan on writing more in the future))

It was like any other day you woke up at your usual time and decided to go for a walk. It was early in the morning and the cool air felt good against your skin. This good refreshing walk would be cut short instead of feeling tranquil your stomach began to fill with dread. You lived near a very odd man. His name was Will Graham you liked his dogs but whenever you spoke which was most of the times brief it felt like his mind was almost preoccupied and it was almost like he was looking at you as if you were a mouse and he was a cat he was nice but there was always something off about him and every time you walked by his house you always got a bad feeling. As you grew closer you felt as if something was wrong you never felt safe by his house. By today something was off it felt worse as if you weren't safe but you decided you were just overthinking it and decided to continue onward this would be a grave decision. You looked over at his house all the lights where off but a man you didn't know or even recognize was standing outside once he heard your meek footsteps he whipped his head around to look at you he calmly smiled and began to approach you at a steady pace you stopped to see what the man had to say though you still felt something was off.

“Hello I'm Will's Psychiatrist Dr,Lecter have you seen him recently he won’t open the door I’m just here to check on him.”

You let out a sigh of relief that this man was no threat. You thought to yourself that you were overreacting and your gut was wrong.

“I'm sorry I haven't I hope ev-”

Before you could finish speaking you felt someone put something over your mouth and everything went black. Little did you know what was instore for you.

#hannigram x reader #hannigram #willgram #hannibal #hannibal lecter #x reader #fem reader #kidnap tw #drug tw #romance #fanfic

[superdanverstrio]

kidnapped PT.3

Masterlist

PT.1   PT.2  PT.4  PT.5  PT.6  PT.7

Summary: Baby Danvers Get kidnapped and it’s up to Kara and Alex to do everything in their power to save them.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, graphic description of injuries.

The first 2 building was just a simple 1-story building that was completely abandoned, so it wouldn't take long to search. Brainy and Nia checked the building, but it was empty there were a few box here and there, but that’s it, the second building was the same. Kara and j’onn Already checked the first floor and there was nothing. Getting to the last floor, both sister were starting to lose hope. They look around the last floor, but they didn't find you or the alien. “Brainy, are you sure those were the only location you found.” Kara asked desperately. “Unfortunately, yes, that’s all I have for now.” Kara sighed and looked at j’onn with tears in her eyes. “We will never find them in time.” J'onn took Kara in his harm.” Yes, we will ok well find them in time.”

 In a last ditch attempt, Kara used her super hearing. She was extremely surprised to hear a really faint but present heart beat, pulling away she concentrated on the sound. “What wrong?” He asked. "I think I hear something, It's coming from downstairs.” She followed the sound, it leads her to a wall on the first floor. “Hidden door, maybe.” Kara said, and J’onn shrugged. They looked around trying to find something like a button, a lever, anything that could reveal a secret door. Looking closely, Kara found a spot that wasn’t the exact shade of the wall, she pressed on it and the wall opened. 

 Behind the door, Kara saw the most horrifying sigh she could ever see. There was you on the floor covered in blood and bruises, your eyes were closed and if it wasn’t for the slight movement of your chest anyone would've thought you were dead. The was towering over you, he grabbed you by the neck and lifted you in the air. “Are you dead yet or do I need to continue?” He chuckled, he squeezed your neck more and with your eyes still close you weakly grabbed at he’s wrist. Kara was frozen there in shock, she couldn’t move, she just looked at you.

Your POV: 

You just wanted to die at this point, your entire body was hurting, you were so weak you couldn’t move nor could you scream in pain when he hit you or stabbed you with his sharp claws. 

 You knew he was there, you could feel his presence. You heard the door open, so you thought he was actually gone, but you quickly realized he wasn’t when he wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed, cutting your flow of oxygen, you weakly tried to loosen his grip on your throat, but it was obviously a failed attempt. 

 Suddenly you were dropped onto the floor and you groaned at the impact. You heard some struggling then there were hands-on you, you whimpered and flinch in pain because the hand were touching one of your wound, you tried to move away from what you think was Vexok hands. 

 General POV: 

 “Get away from her!” J’onn scream, snapping Kara out of her trance. The Alien dropped you to the floor, right as he did, j’onn attacked him whilst Kara ran toward you. She placed her hand on your side to see how badly you were hurt, She heard you whimpered and try to move away from her, not knowing she was hurting you she pressed down harder to keep you from moving. A weak cry left your lips and that when she took her hand away, you shook like a leaf and try to move away again. “Sweetheart, it’s me, it’s Kara, it’s your big sister. You’re going to be ok. I know it hurt, I’m sorry. Could you open your eyes for me please?” Kara said, tears brimming her eyes at the sight of you like this, you slowly opened your eyes, even if your sight was blurred a little you recognized your sister’s bright blue eyes they were filled with worry. You cried in relief and happiness at the sight of her. 

 Behind her, j’onn made quick work of knocking the alien down. “Come on, we need to bring them both to the D.E.O.” J’onn said, Kara nodded and picked you up. You let out another weak cry of pain, which broke Kara’s heart even more. “I’m sorry, Honey, but I have to bring you to the D.E.O.” She said softly.

#supergirl #supergirl x reader #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl reader insert #marvel x supergirl #kara zor el #kara danvers #kara danvers imagine #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers x you #alex danvers #alex danvers imagine #alex danvers x reader #Nia Nal #brainy #torture tw #kidnap tw #james olsen #j'onn j'onzz #reader #reader insert #bb danvers #b!d #baby danvers imagine #baby!danvers

[4c1db4th]

#cute gore #mlp #my little brony #my little pony #rainbow dash #red #aesthetic #grunge #grungy aesthetic #television #kidnap tw

[nighmares-art-and-stories]

Not Always Invincible - Chapter 3: Savagery

The streets are dark. Lights flickered, casting their weak glow onto the walls, barely chasing away the darkness. Shadows danced on the walls like lopsided ghouls, hungrily reaching towards the dim ring of light on the unbroken windows. The winds weaved through the tall claustrophobic walls, whistling its warning for anyone who’s willing to listen.

Jacob sat on his couch. His arms dangled off the armrests while his legs rested carelessly on the backrest. A remote control is clutched between two fingers while it is being swung around with a sort of apathetic abandon. Plastic wrappers are thrown around haphazardly like crusty confetti. Jacob’s face is illuminated by the mechanical glow of the TV screen as a bored and dull droning voice narrated the carnage displayed there.

“… There is another case of a savage human tonight. I’m here in the epicenter of this case…”

Click.

“… Here’s more news about …”

Click.

“… The Council of Galactical Relations stands today with a warning to …”

Crash. Clank.

Jacob threw the remote harshly against the screen. It cracked the screen and filled with the electrostatic, stopping the steady progression of doom and decay.

He drooped his way to the fridge to grab something to eat.

It hummed and sputtered when its door opened. A strong draft of cold moist air hit him full in the face, filling the air with the musky scent of hunger. Nothing. Nothing is in the fridge save for an old spiderweb that he forgotten to clean out.

He sighed. The growl in his stomach intencified followed by a deep stabbing pain. It rode on a wave of nausea that brought him to his knees. Damn it! This is day seven. I have to venture out.

A scraping sound came from his window and Jacob walked towards it, pealing back a small piece of cloth to see .... Nothing. He shivered. The dark black expanse stared back at him, draining what remaining resolve that he had. He sighed and grabbed a small strip of paper and slipped on his shoes and jacket. Jacob limped to the door in a manner not dissimilar to an injured wolf. The wide black maw that leads to the world outside the relative safety of his yawned, the iron studs on it gleamed like a row of small teeth. He grabbed a small strip of paper and slipped on his shoes and jacket. He slipped out of it like an emaciated shadow barely remembering to take his flashlight-turned-taser with him. The door closed with a quiet finality. He stepped out into the blackness, letting the night swallow him.

It’s cold and wet, sleet bounced off the walls and rode the icy, blade-like wind. It’s the type of weather that would make even a fish feel depressed. Jacob pulled his hood on his head and continued to walk against the wind, one hand against the slimy wall for support.

He didn’t notice the pair of shadows following him.

Jacob walked in the store, the wide expanse of food and supplies giving him a sort of temporary comfort, something to lose himself to despite the dark dreary atmosphere outside. He grabbed a dozen packets of ramen, chips, eggs, water, and some vegetables, dragging them to his cart.

That should be enough to last a few more weeks. Man! I hate the whole savagery darts thing.

The alien behind the register gave him a sympathetic eye when it … she, saw the giant lump of food in the cart.

“Tough going?”, it asked.

“Yeah.”

The alien gurgled, its equivalent to a chuckle. “Good luck.”

Jacob nodded before gathering the bags from the alien cashier and walked out of the store.

The winds and rain have died down a bit, enough where he didn’t have to make several trips to gather his things. Jacob walked briskly down the street like the rapid staccato of a tap dance, his shoes tapping an alert, fearful rhythm on the pavement. Eyes bored into his back. The hairs on the back of his head have slowly raised up like little black needles. A hand wandered to the taser-flashlight.

The shadows moved closer.

He turned a corner and looked up. His heart jumped to his throat while the blood slowly drained from his face like the slow draining of blood in a freshly caught hare. The bags dropped from his hand and landed on the floor in a dull wet plop.

Jacob turned around to run but stopped when a cold cruel blade is pressed to his throat. A set of arms pulled his arms behind his back, and another covered his mouth. He started to squirm against the thickly scaled hands.

Hot rancid breath whispered in his ear, “Don’t struggle, Human.” Jacob continued to squirm anyway, ignoring how the knife is cutting up his collarbone and shoulder. He knew the chances of survival once being moved to a different location is pathetically low. When a stray finger wandered into his mouth, he bit down, hard. Warm coppery liquid filled his mouth. The alien holding him hostage reeled his hand back and shook it.

CRACK!

The bleeding hand slammed into the side of his head, digging a painful V into his cheek. The hunger pains from his stomach rose again. Stars swam in his vision while the edges danced. His knees buckled, nearly binging the buff scaly alien down with him. Dizziness swam in his stomach like a pack of snakes, Jacob found that he can’t bring himself to care.

“Do you want a fur-cut below your chin?” 

Jacob shook his head, no.

“Good.” The alien sounds pleased and amused, “Now sleep.”

A large object slammed into the base of his head. Darkness grabbed at him, and he fought it for a few moments before it has laid its claim.

When Jacob came to, he was in some sort of cage. Chains adorned his wrists like heavy silver bracelets, holding his arms in a strange half twist position that turned painful the moment he moved.

Another alien stood in front of the cage. Its appearance could honestly be described as a mad scientist. Its white robe is stained with red. The alien had dull claws and missing scales that revealed it’s pink, diseased looking flesh. It’s topped off by the crazed sheen in its eyes.

Jacob cleared his throat, “What do you want?”

The question came out like a hoarse croak. The alien didn’t answer, instead, it grinned showing a row of sharp broken teeth and bleeding gums, something full of malice. It turned around and grabbed a syringe from the counter.

With a low husky voice, the alien said, “I have found that humans still have a lot of the primitive instincts. Suppressed via logic, and other emotion.” Jacob leaned away from it as far as he could. It stopped and gave a laugh that sounds like a hacking cough. “They don’t deserve to become civilized.” The needle brushed his neck at the cardioid artery, a small welling of blood came out of the wound and dripped onto his clothes. “All the other humans I tested on turned animalistic. The others don’t understand how dangerous you are, so I’ll make them see!”

The alien waved the syringe around everywhere scattering the blue fluid inside everywhere.

Jacob pressed his emotions down, swallowing his spit and fear, “No, you’re wrong, our strongest instinct is to protect. You simply got the wrong people.”

In the distance, a pack of cars, both human and alien rounded the corner. Their lights and sirens bouncing off the walls. The crazy scientist shook himself out of its imagination and plunged the needle into his neck.

The liquid stung, like putting Hydrochloric Acid into his veins. His muscles shook and spasmed, trying to get the noxious liquid out of his system. The last thing he saw was the cackling scientist and the squad of Galactical Foundation agents stormed into the lab.

Somewhere, a butterfly took wing and started to fly against the hail.

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@alaralee | @hallwriteblr

#hfy #humans are space orcs #ao3 writer #writeblr #whump #whump fic #abuse cw #kidnap tw #original male character #space rabies #Not Always Invincible

[colonel-kira-nerys]

Content Warning: Kidnap and Rape mention

holy shit. holy shit. this is why we need a better system of "warning" for things on podcasts.

So, for anyone who needs a warning, like me, and hasn't already stumbled upon it themselves, if you're in any way triggered by the discussion of trauma, specifically kidnap and rape, you absolutely should not listen to Nana's episode of InvestiGates, or else have someone you trust listen to it first so they can tell you about it and see if it's something you could handle before you're driving home from work, like I was, and are suddenly hyperventilating in the car.

And what really bothers me is that at the beginning of Nana Visitor's first episode, Gates McFadden just says something to the effect of "...she shares something I feel is inappropriate for young listeners." So I was like... okay... I guess this conversation might get pretty dark, but Gates specified young listeners in the warning, and I'm not a child, so I thought I would be okay.

ummmm.... you know what? nope. I should've counted myself among the fucking children, because holy shit, listening to Nana Visitor recount specific details of being kidnapped and raped when she was coming home late after filming an episode of DS9 is not for the fucking faint of heart, let me tell you.

I feel physically ill after listening to that. I don't know what to do with myself. There are so many levels of what I'm feeling, I can't even begin to make sense of all of the emotions inside me right now.

Nana is one of the strongest fucking people in the world, to survive what she survived. That's all I can say. And it's incredibly cruel that she had to go right back to work, as if nothing had happened to her at all. Did none of the producers / nobody on that show think "hey, maybe we should give Nana some fucking time off for a bit, so she can heal from this enormously traumatic, life-altering event?" NO? okay Rick Berman. I hope you enjoy your time in hell.

God. I'm gonna be sick just thinking about it.

#nana visitor #gates mcfadden #rick berman #rape tw #kidnap tw