#manipulating his kidnappers into not murdering him

[itsclydebitches]

The narrative H/C potential of switching Cazador and Orin’s kidnappings is just delicious to me. Instead of Astarion’s siblings waking him up and giving the party the chance to defend him, the player arrives back at camp (or finishes a long rest if Astarion is currently in your party) to discover that he’s just gone. No note, no sign of a struggle, nothing. Insert any hand wave-y means of abducting Astarion quietly here. The point is that this would wreck him.

Not just because he’s now back in the clutches of Cazador (though that’s obvious), but because you’re not coming for him. See, having Orin as your kidnapper is actually one of the more reassuring options, despite her murder-happy disposition. Even if she nabs a struggling character like Gale who might believe they’re unworthy of rescue for any number of reasons, Orin is one of the few baddies you simply have to engage with. Significantly, knowledge of that necessity is baked into the actual story-world. We see fighting her as a gameplay mechanic—defeat three mini bosses to reach the final boss—but that structure still exists as a Save The World quest for your party. No stone, no victory. No Orin, no stone. Ergo, they’re fighting Orin. So whoever is kidnapped knows that the party will show up eventually, even if it’s not for them. That’s it’s own wonderful, angsty assumption—“You came because it was the right thing to do, not because you care about me. My rescue was always a byproduct of saving the people who truly deserve it”—but at least there’s still reassurance in knowing you’ll see them again. All the kidnapped member has to do is not piss off Orin in the meantime and hope the party doesn’t die along the way. Not stellar odds, admittedly, but are they really any worse than what they’ve been dealing with all along?

Getting kidnapped by Cazador on the other hand... oh boy. He’s a missable boss, both mechanically and narratively. Who’s worried about him when there’s a fucking Netherbrain threatening all of Faerûn? Sure, sure, your Tav might have spent their journey helping every idiot with suitably convincing puppy-dog eyes, but Astarion is very much not a refugee tiefling/snake-threatened child/shadow-cursed hero/etc. He’s a chaotic, caustic bitch whose trauma is expressed more through biting fury than soft bouts of crying. Not only is he (in his own mind) not the sort of person people go out of their way to save, but would you even know where to begin? Depending on your approval rating you might still be iffy about Astarion’s past, as well as this upcoming ritual. Has Tav met any of the siblings yet? Do they know that Cazador’s Ascension would pose a threat to all of Baldur’s Gate? Do they have any means of finding the entrance to his palace without a former resident in the party (or convenient map marker)? Now, toss in the fact that, depending on how many long rests you’ve done, the party has only been traveling together for a matter of days/weeks. They know one another deeply (yay trauma bonding) but once separated that timeframe feels pretty insignificant, particularly to someone who has existed for over 200 years. Even if you’re romancing Astarion and he has more reason to believe that this short period of time was emotionally meaningful, he’s still admitted to manipulating you, to molding your emotions to best ensure his protection... but protection never extended to this.

Besides, Astarion has literally been here before. No heroes rescued him across two centuries of enslavement. Why would they rescue him now?

Except, it’s far worse this time around, isn’t it? Cazador isn’t merely his abuser, he’s now set to become an all-powerful vampire whose hold will truly be unbreakable. Astarion isn’t merely a slave to one individual, he’s now got a ticking time bomb in the form of a parasite set to enslave him to another. (And isn’t that something to chew on: him cursing the fact that the artifact’s protection still extends to him. At least as a Mind Flayer he wouldn’t feel anymore, would have a chance to fight back.) This time around Astarion isn’t just another beloved “child” of Cazador’s, he’s uniquely gifted in his ability to walk in the sun and resist commands. The hells only know what Cazador will make him do with that newfound power if he survives the ritual— or how Cazador will ensure Astarion’s continued “loyalty” while he does it. Worst of all though... now Astarion has had a chance to see what life could be like. Freedom. Agency. People who love him despite all the reasons they shouldn’t. Whoever said, “Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” was a fucking fool. It’s so much worse to go backwards, to have lost not merely the life you dreamed of, but also the ability to pretend you never needed it in the first place.

Imagine that Astarion. Picture how broken he would be.

Now imagine the party kicking down Cazador’s door. The look on Astarion’s face when he realizes that despite the danger, the practical hurtles, the bigger stakes at play, the fact that it’s him... they came anyway.

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Astarion

[obsessive-valentine]

hi i really love ur work can we have more yandere farmer content?

Dark-Yandere!Farmer x GN!Reader

What if darling found out about the farms dark secret, your kidnapper is much more cruel than you thought. TW Murder, Man-Eating Dogs, Throwing Up, very bad attempt at comfort (in-fact I wouldn’t call it an attempt at all -more like manipulation)

He was up on one of the pastures again, like every afternoon, pushing a wheelbarrow -spreading hay for the animals. It amazed you that he pushed the bails around with seemingly little effort. Once the barrow was blocking the shed door that was filled with grain for the animals you wanted to feed.

So you went to push it out the way but because it had already been filled with a particularly large bail you almost broke your back trying. It was one of the few times he’d genuinely laughed. You turned to the sound of his amused laugh in shock and saw him jogging to you to move the wheelbarrow for you then letting out a final chuckle opening the shed door for you “sorry love, that was inconsiderate of me”

You know it still takes a lot of effort for him by the way he sweats and grunts and falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow at night, but he makes it seem like a small feat. You turned back to the not so small calf you were keeping company, his mother grazing close by but comfortable with your presence so as the calf who you were there for when he was born a few months ago.

You stroked his nose admiring the adorable creature and cooing at him, you knew you would only have a few more months with him before he was sold. There was no use for him on the farm as you’d been told “as much as I like the fella he’d only drain supplies for no gain” -so when he is old enough he’d be sold to another farmer for breeding purposes or meat.

Today was tranquil, but just thinking that seemed to have jinxed you. There are always a dog or two around, each having jobs on the farm. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary when one of the larger livestock dogs ran past you headed for the tree line in the distance but when it started barking frantically and holding its ground like it was trying to scare off something, you were afraid a wild animal had stalked to close.

Whatever was out there wasn’t leaving and the mother cow seemed increasingly distressed by the commotion. You looked over to the pasture he was working on last, to see him tense up and look over to the fuss. You looked back at the distant tree line and saw a figure emerging slowly trying to manuver around the dog growling and barking warningly.

As soon as the farmer noticed that it wasn’t a wild animal causing the commotion, he dropped the barrow and ran down the field before hoping the fence, he grabbed your wrist and so harshly pulled you behind him you thought your shoulder popped out of its socket.

“The hell you doing here!?” He hollered over to the person in the distance “Can’t you read the signs?!” .......................

“recall your dog, this is the only way through” the intruder finally spoke with a demand, the way his hand tightened around your arm you knew that only made him angrier. But he did just that anyways.

With a sharp whistle the guard dog backed up but still lowly growling “You ain’t coming through turn back around and find a different route” he wasn’t shouting anymore but his voice was eerily dark. “You’ve got to be kidding me, just let me through man” the plea sounded yet again demanding which didn’t bode well for him.

He turned to you not turning his back to the intruder but enough to mumble “Go inside, don’t get nosey just wait for me to get back” he then let go of your wrist and watched you cautiously walk off. A sense of impending doom loomed over the farm but you followed his orders anyways and closed the door behind you.

...

As soon as the door closed you heard the barking start back up just now much more, the rest of the farm dogs must have made their way over. You became increasingly afraid he wasn’t going to handle this dispute well because you failed to hear him try recall the dogs, all you could hear was the trespasser trying to reason with him.

Until you didn’t hear any talking anymore but instead illegible shouting and struggle, the dogs now sounding more like rabid animals than protectors. You felt weak and your legs shook as you walked into one of the front rooms to peak out the window. ‘Don’t get nosey’ the warning almost made you turn around but curiosity won.

And when you pulled back the curtain just enough to see across the yard, you were sickened. Bile raced up your throat and couldn’t bring yourself to scream or cry but rather just stand there in shock as you saw the dogs in the distance rip at flesh of the now dead trespasser. You were glad you couldn’t see it clearly because your sure you would have fainted.

Broken from your trance when you saw the farmer leave the dogs to it and begin walking towards the house, to you. You ran to the toilet and threw up whatever you had, and then dry heaved further when you heard him enter the house.

You flinched hard when a cold hand rested on your neck slowly and roughly massaging it as you gagged, coughed and sobbed over the toilet “what did I tell you about being nosey?” His voice condescending and irritated, but not angry like you’d expected it to be. You began to sob out an apology still on the floor hunched over the toilet, afraid he was going to punish you in some way, again.

But he interrupted you before you could get out a full sentence “Shut it- you’ve already scared yourself sick” he sighed you heard him shuffle behind you as he sat on the bathroom floor with you “come here” his blunt exasperated tone hadn’t left but his hand now gentle attempted to guided you into his arms.

The closeness to the murderer set you off in a deeper panic, instincts telling you to run if you didn’t want to end up like that trespasser. But when you hands flew out to keep some distance between you both, he grabbed your face with one hand “You don’t want to be in the shed do you? I believe you’ve punished yourself enough, don’t make me regret not punishing you further”. You shook you head desperately and dropped you hands utterly powerless against him.

“That’s what I thought, last warning” his hands became gentle once again, one on the back of your head and the other on your back you sobbed onto his shoulder. But wanting nothing more than to kick, scream and bite, but you heeded his warning.

He ungracefully washed your face by cupping cold water in his hand and wiping it over your face, patting it dry with a near by towel “Had you listened to me we could have avoided all this” he lectured “I’m going to put you to bed early, I’ll clean everything up and from now on you’ll let me handle these ...problems, without causing trouble”

He scooped you up and took you to the bed, he drew the curtains closed to block the sun light and pulled the covers over you “let’s hope you learned your lesson” He grumbled before closing the door.

No matter how much you settled back in, years after this incident, nausea would overcome you for a few moments whenever he tells you to not be ‘nosey’. A dread you can’t explain.

#yandere farmer #dark #yandere oc #yandere #x reader

[konigsblog]

Stockholm’s syndrome! reader becoming equally as obsessed w konig as he is with her.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, yandere behaviour, manipulation, guilt tripping, kidnapping, mental illness and obsession.

you promised yourself that you'd never fall for him, you'd never give in to his sick and twisted desires. this was the same man that murdered all those who knew and loved you in order to keep you for himself selfishly. and despite your promise to not fall, you did. and hard.

his manipulation and guilt tripping would get to you. he'd make you cry by crying himself. könig isn't a crybaby, he's most definitely not at all. he's not soft, sweet or loving, if anything, he's a monster; a wolf in sheep's clothing, trying to lure you in. but, that didn't mean he couldn't put on a façade. his punishments could be inhumane, borderline traumatising. he'd do illegal, cruel, painful stuff to you that would leave you clinging to your kidnapper for comfort as you had nobody else, no-one to care for you.

he watched you shake and tremble, becoming a mess after being ridiculed. you took his words to heart, as you'd secretly been developing an obsession for him. something about him was captivating and you wouldn't stop crying when he left you. the thought of a world without könig would be hell on earth, unbearable.

könig was surprised when you cried out, begging to be free from the handcuffs. you told him how you loved him, how you'd do anything to see him in love with you. you were clearly insane, going mentally ill from the lack of human interaction.

and when he finally let you out of the handcuffs, he watched you attempt to walk, before crawling towards him through desperation and tears. you couldn't walk, not after being forced to sit for weeks on end.

you curled up beside him, holding him firmly as he gripped his nails into you, his hug painfully tight. you were breathless, feeling his heartbeat against your chest was driving you insane, leaving you sobbing and begging for love as he cradled you.

of course, he couldn't immediately let you out. but the countless times he'd wake up after falling asleep beside you in the basement, to feel soft kisses against his face as you panted, eyes wide with love as you cried against him weakly once again, a lovesick mess. :(

#orla speaks #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere #konig x reader #konig cod #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig fanfiction #cod könig #könig #tw: manipulation #tw kidnapping

[weirdfangirly]

—No Pure Blood

(Part 1)

Dark-Fiction Central ©️

Dark!Dad!Joel / Dark!Uncle!Tommy x Reader

Summery: You don’t want your dad to find out, so you let your uncle fuck you from behind.

⚠️ : Age-Gap (Joel is 53, Tommy 45, Reader 20), Rape, Dub-con, blackmailing, Dark!Joel, father/daughter relationship dynamics (everyone knows Reader to be Joel’s “adoptive daughter”), Reader calls Joel dad, confused Reader (Stockholm-Syndrom), father-figure Joel but messed up, manhandling, Daddy-issues, overprotective/obsessive Joel, manipulation, degradation-kink, throat-fuck/face-fuck, blow-jobs, breeding-kink, cum-eating, misogynistic-views/behaviour, name-calling, Uncle!Tommy (yes, it’s a warning from now on)

A/n: I had trouble giving Joel a title for this fic since he’s readers father-figure, kidnapper, rapist, pseudo-boyfriend—so I decided to just call him dad!joel and move on.

There will definitely be a part 2 because I’m not satisfied with the ending. Please like and reblog and leave me a comment—it will definitely motivate me to ACTUALLY write part 2 down instead of just thinking about it…

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Joel needed you today.

He needed your juicy little mouth that was always so eager to do and say whatever he wanted.

His heavy balls were resting on your chin, his throbbing cock was sticking out over your face. The mascara ran down your cheeks along with tears, sweat and spit.

Just five seconds ago you were suffocating on his cock, not daring to pull away. Not daring to fight back.

He might as well have killed you then and there, and you still wouldn't have objected.

You respected him too much…or maybe you were confusing respect with fear? After all, he still wore the face of the murderer of your father. Your real father. But that felt like a lifetime ago…

Whenever you tired to think about your beloved father, his face morphed into Joel’s.

“Good girl.”, he praised you for your obedience and you couldn’t help yourself but find comfort in his words.

Joel couldn't decide whether to cum on your pretty face or make you swallow his load. He liked to know you full of his cum.

One day he would get you pregnant, just to see you round and full of him. He wanted to watch you raise his children. After all, your place was right next to him—and a life in Jackson wouldn’t change that. He would make sure of that.

This damn place was full of soft little boys who all grew up in the comfort of a thick fence that kept danger far away from them. They wouldn’t know how to protect you. They were trying to get your attention, running after you like a bunch of dogs. Joel was sick of witnessing it and not being able to do anything about it but to play “overprotective-father”.

He was sick of pretending that you weren’t his bitch.

He would knock you up soon enough. He would make a little mommy out of you and ruin your pretty body for every men out there. He would tell Tommy and the others that a random boy got you pregnant, so that nobody would get suspicious of it.

Poor girl got herself pregnant and dumbed by a random boy at a party while drunk—sounded believable enough. Joel couldn’t let anyone find out that he was fucking his “adoptive daughter“—that would be a fucking scandal.

His brother’s bitch would definitely try to kick his ass out of Jackson and this time she would actually have a good reason to do so...

He tapped your flushed cheek, signalling you to open up for him. You did. You opened your mouth widely, bracing yourself on his thick hairy thighs. He put his cock back in your mouth, it belonged there. You closed your plump lips around him.

“Ya‘gonna take what I give you, alright?”, he mumbled and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You closed your eyes and nodded, knowing what that would mean; its going to be rough and unforgiving.

He pushed his cock deeper and deeper in your mouth, before hitting the barrier of your throat.

You felt so good to him. He let his head fall back, relishing the moment.

You gagged, your eyes sprung open. You looked up at the tall man with big painted eyes that only made him want to fuck you even harder.

He wore nothing but a white undershirt. His broad shoulders and strong arms looked even more intimidating from this perspective. He was so handsome.

You wanted to make him proud.

So you braved yourself mentally, dedicated to not give him a hard time. He started to fuck your throat like it was your cunt, picking up on speed and force. Pushing himself down your throat making you gag and spasm under his hold.

All you could focus on was to not bite him even though every cell in your body was screaming at you to do exactly that. You couldn’t though. Your punishment would be way, way worse than getting used by him like this and he would most certainly not let you go to your friends birthday party tonight…

“Such a pretty fucking slut.”, he hissed, searching after his release that was seemingly hidden somewhere deep down your throat. Thankfully, it didn’t took him a lot of digging to find what he was looking for…

He exploded inside you mouth in such an absurd intensity that his cum leaked down from your nostrils, making you cough and choke around him. He was holding you in place tightly, watching your struggles intensely. Breathing heavy, strong chest falling up and down.

For what felt like minutes to you, there was absolutely no way for you to get fresh air into your system. His cum was blocking your airwaves. This had never happened before.

You were panicking. He wasn’t letting you go.

You just looked too pretty like this.

Eventually though, he let go of you with an animalistic growl, pushing you away from him. Your head hit the wall and you started to cry from what just had happened. Totally overwhelmed.

Like so often, you felt like a used napkin. Trash.

You crawled over to his legs and hugged him, trying to comfort yourself. “I-I c-couldn’t b-breathe.”, you hiccuped and looked up at him.

He was still trying to come down from his high.

„Walking around all day long in that skimpy little skirt, what did you expect would happen?“, he panted. “Told you many times not to dress like a whore.”

“M’sorry.”, you sniffed and whipped your tears away.

He made you let go of him and you immediately felt lost. „M’gonna take a shower now, girl. Wanna join?”

You wished. Joel wasn’t a softy, little things like asking you if you want to take a shower with him were the most he could do.

You shook your head. „I can’t…I’ll be running late to Anna’s birthday party.“

Joel was about to walk upstairs but stopped in his tracks. „Birthday party.“, he repeated like it was a curse-word.

„I-I told you last week.“, you reminded him. „You said yes, dad.“

How many fucking friends do you fucking have? Being invited to some kind of party every other night…

Joel was sick of it. Sick of Jackson. Your place was wherever he was and not at some random parties, or hangouts.

„Did I?“

„Yes.“, you said, truthfully.

„Mh.“, he looked over at you. You were still sitting on the floor in your tight little skirt. Spit and cum drooling down your face. Mascara running down your cheeks and half of your cherry lipstick—that he had gotten for you on his last hunt for supplies—smeared on his cock.

You did good—and good girls get rewards. His own rule. That was their system. That was how Joel got you where you were; confused, obedient and submissive.

He couldn’t let a life in Jackson ruin that. But you did a good job today and therefore you deserved a reward.

Good girls get rewards. Bad girls get punished.

„You remember the rules, girl?, he asked sternly.

„I’ll be home at 9. No entertaining boys. No drugs.“, you repeated like a mantra.

„Which one of them sluts was Anna again?“, he frowned. He could never put a face to the names of your friends, even though a lot of them would spend a lot of time over at their house throwing heart eyes at Joel.

„The one with the black hair and nose piercing.“, you said. “She’s not a slut, dad.”

“Mh.”, he just made and started to walk up the stairs. “If ya ass ain’t home at 9, me and my gun are coming to pick you up.”

“I won’t be late.”, you said, smiling. “Big promise.”

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You whipped your face clean from Joel’s mess and tried your best to make yourself look presentable again. This was a special night after all…

You changed into a new shirt and applied another cover of lipgloss onto your lips.

You wanted to look your best for him…

It was a dangerous game you were playing—a deadly game even—but it was all too exciting.

Dean Winchester liked you. Really liked you.

He liked you so much that he wasn’t afraid to secretly meet up with Joel fucking Millers girl, risking to be caught. Risking to basically die.

Joel had a reputation in Jackson. Everyone knew about him and what he was capable of.

You had told Dean many times that if he wants to see you, it has to be discreet. Nobody could know about him and you, ever. You had told him that their relationship—no matter what kind of relationship—would mean danger.

For both of you.

Joel would kill Dean in a heartbeat, not even give it a second thought. However the things he would do to you would be much worse, because you had to deal with his outrage and anger for the rest of your life. He would probably start to tie you up again—he used to do that at the beginning, where he couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t try to run away from him.

You didn’t want to go back to that stage of your relationship with Joel. You didn’t want to be tied up to trees, heaters or posts again. You didn’t want him to walk you around on a tight leash again.

“I don’t know if we should see each other again, Dean...”, you whispered.

You weren’t sure if Dean was worth the risk. You didn’t even like Dean that much…You just liked to have the attention that Joel didn’t give you.

It wouldn’t be fair for Dean to get killed just because you were bored…

“Your old man won’t find out, babe.”, Dean said, knowing what you where getting at. He kept on kissing your neck and kneading your tit from under your shirt.

You were at the stables. It was your little hideout. Nobody would be able to find you here.

“But what if he does?”, you asked, voice full of worry. “What then?”

You already knew the answer.

Dean sighed and let go of you.

“He’s not the only one who had to survive out there for a long period of time.”, Dean said, now sounding annoyed. “He thinks of himself as tough, but guess what? So am I. I was part of a Raider-gang. Clickers and runners were the least of my problems. I had to showcase strength and dominance every day in order to not get fucked with. It was like living in a cage full of starving dogs. I know people like Joel and I know how to deal with them-“

Dean saw your big fearful eyes, hanging onto every word that left his mouth. He decided to better shut the fuck up before drying you out too much.

“Babe, don’t worry.”, he softened his voice again. “You are too pretty for that.”

He started to stroke your bare leg, making your skin prickle.

“C’mon let me make you feel real good, ya?”, he whispered in your ear before placing kisses all over your neck. He let his hand vanish under your top again, playing with your nipples. He was a good kisser and as you found out, you really liked being kissed on the neck. He made your eyes roll back.

Joel never kissed you like this. He never kissed you ever.

Dean’s lips eventually found yours, his tongue immediately entering your mouth, dominating your tongue. His hand wandered downside, finding his way between your legs. You jumped a little at the contact.

“You are not wearing panties.”, he realised and couldn’t believe his luck. He smirked into your mouth.

You blushed. Joel always liked it more when you didn’t wear any underwear around the house, so you figured Dean would like it, too. You could find a lot of similarities between them actually. Dean wasn’t like the other boys in Jackson, he was older and more experienced. Maybe you picked him because he was so much like Joel?

Dean was good with guns, good in killing clickers and a survivor. That’s why he got a position as a hunter—just like Joel.

“God, you are such a little tease, babe.”, he said and carefully slipped his finger inside you. You were wet since Joel had face-fucked you and you got nothing in return. Maybe Dean would give you the sweet-release you so desperately wanted. His hands were as skilled has his tongue. He fingered you in such a manner that you were surprised to actually feel your orgasm forming.

“Can you…can you keep kissing my neck, dean?”, you managed to get out without sounding too pathetic. It just felt soo good and it would help you cum.

He liked his name on your tongue like that.

“‘Course, babe.”, he whispered and started to kiss your neck again.

“And-and can you…can you call me…a slut?”, you whispered.

He stopped doing what he was doing.

Was that weird to ask?

You didn’t know. It was certainly normal for Joel to call you that.

You opened your eyes and blushed.

“What?”, he asked, confusion written all over his face.

“Never mind.”, you murmured in shame. You closed your legs and straightened your skirt.

You felt dumb.

“Wait, wait, wait.“ Dean said, not liking what you were doing. “You want me to call you…a slut?”

You nodded, face turning red. There was no point in denying it. Although you thought about acting like that was not what you said.

“That’s whatcha like to hear? You like being degraded like that?”

Joel always called you mean names like that when he was fucking you. At the beginning you didn’t really like it. It was hurtful to be called such nasty names all the time when you already felt bad about what was going on. It made you cry and you asked him to not call you that. You didn’t know what shifted inside you, but at one point you started to like it. It felt like a compliment to you. The only kind of compliments Joel was willing to dish out to you. You liked to be Joel’s slut and you wanted to be Deans too.

“Yes, it’s…it’s hot.”, you simply said.

Dean smiled at you in awe. “Damn, you really are a bombshell trough and through...”

Of course he would call you a slut. Dean was holding back anyways. This whole „boyfriend-act“ was knew to him too. He figured that the rules in Jackson were different than what he was used to outside. The only rule he knew was „take what you want, or someone else will“

However he was not with the raiders anymore. He couldn’t just take you from your father. He needed to make you fall in love with him first and soon he would’ve a cunt to warm his cock again. Dean liked a challenge anyways.

And you definitely were the biggest challenge in town.

“You should work on your compliments, son.”, a voice suddenly appeared from behind.

You jumped up from your spot and turned around. All colour left your face when you came face to face with…

“Uncle Tommy…”, you gulped, nearly choking on your own words. “What-what are you doing here?”

Tommy was standing there, hands casually tucked inside his jacket. A cigarette hanging from his lips.

How long was he standing there?

How much of your conversation did he witnessed?

Oh how embarrassing.

“Hi, sweetheart.”, he said to you and smiled, cigarette dangling between his lips. “Oh, well you know, I like to watch the horses while I smoke.”

He pointed at the stables behind him with his thump.

Oh this was the beginning of the end of your life.

Dean who was still casually sitting on the bench, one foot dangling over his leg and arms outstretched, looked over his shoulder to Tommy and greeted: “Mr Miller. Nice to meet you.”

Judging Deans very relaxed body language and the lack of horror in his face, you couldn’t tell if he realised how bad the situation was for him—and you.

“Nice to see’ya too.”, Tommy replied.

There was a tension building pause between all of you. Tommy was the one breaking the silence.

“You should go home now, son. I put’ya on patrol together with Joel tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the protocols.”, Dean nodded and rose up from the bench to his full height.

“You will definitely need to be well-rested, is what I’m sayin.“, the threat in Tommys sentence was hidden but there.

Dean nodded, in amusement and understanding.

Your worried eyes wandered back and forth between the men. You were close to hyperventilating.

“Yes, it’s late.”, you awkwardly said in hopes to debunk the situation. “I’m tired too.”

Another heavy pause placed itself onto everyone. You looked up at Dean, non-verbally telling him to please play along and just go home. That it wasn’t worth it. He looked down at you and winked, before tuning his attention back to Tommy.

“Good night, babe.”, he said while looking at the older man, provocatively.

Tommy kept his cool. He wasn’t impressed by Dean at all and he most certainly wouldn’t let him ruin this promising night.

“Mr Miller.”, he eventually said and walked away, leaving you alone with Tommy.

Tommy watched Dean wander away. He scoffed and shook his head in amusement. He took one last drag from his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. “What a charmer.”, he murmured more to himself than to you.

He walked around the bench and took a seat, grunting. “If it was up to me,”, he started, “I wouldn’t let that prick anywhere near a gun, but you know, Joel was quite pleased with the way the boy handled himself out there. Skilled. The kid has experience, many people in Jackson don’t.”

You didn’t hear a thing Tommy just said. You heart was beating too loud and too fast, you feared to suffer a heart attack.

“Uncle Tommy, I-I’m…please don’t tell Joel.”, you begged. There was nothing but worry in your eyes.

“Sweetheart, relax.”, he laughed. “I was young once too. You don’t even wanna know what bullshit I pulled behind my parents backs…”

You cracked a little smile at that.

“And, believe me, ya don’t want me to tell you about Joel’s business when he was your age…”

That made you giggle. You couldn’t even picture Joel as a young man.

“Ah, you’re smiling again.”, Tommy pointed at your face proudly. “I like to see that. C’mon sit down next to me.”

“I should go home, uncle Tommy. I have to be home at 9 or else…”

He looked at his wristwatch. “Got planty of time then.”

He was right. You still got half an hour. You nodded and placed yourself next to Tommy.

You met Tommy for the first time here in Jackson. Joel had told you a lot about him during your journey. You warmed up to Tommy almost immediately. At first you were a little sceptical about the man, he looked a lot like Joel. However he was nothing like him—Well, maybe only a tiny-little bit. According to Joel’s many stories, Tommy was pretty badass too. „We used to be a duo“, Joel had told you.

Tommy was definitely more charismatic though. Everyone in Jackson liked him. He was warm and welcoming towards you, immediately accepting you as part of their family.

“You will not tell Joel?”, you asked again, just to make sure.

“Nah.”, Tommy shook his head. “M’sorry for ruining your little date, sweetheart.”

You smiled. “It’s ok, uncle Tommy. I’m not mad at you.”

He smiled. “That’s nice to hear.”

He paused for a second before speaking again:

“As your uncle though…I feel like I have to give you the speech.”

“The speech?”, you repeated, not knowing what ‘the speech’ was.

“Yea, the speech.”, Tommy sighed. “He’s your first boyfriend, right?”

You looked at Tommy, unsure what to answer. Dean wasn’t your boyfriend yet—and he probably never would be. Joel was. Was he? No he was your dad.

“Guys like Dean…they mean trouble for girls like you. Gonna take a bite out of your heart before spitting it back out. Ya understand?”

“I…I don’t think so, uncle Tommy…”, you truthfully said.

Tommy leaned back and looked up at the night-sky, thinking of the right words. He turned his attention back at you. “M’tryin to say is, you are a pretty girl. That’s all guys like Dean care about. You give him a bit of yourself and he will expect more and more, until you’re left with nothin more to give. That’s when he gets bored of you and leaves.”

Your eyes widened at Tommys cryptic message. What he was trying to say is “if you let him fuck you, he will not be interested in you any more”—but that would be to harsh for you to hear.

You couldn’t help yourself but think…Will Joel get bored of me too?

You kept quiet, biting your lip. Not sure what to say.

“Maybe I should tell my brother about this, about Dean...”, he suddenly said and making every alarm bell inside your head ring. “That Dean kid is bad blood. Joel should scare him a little, make him understand that he shouldn’t break ya heart.”

You grabbed his arm and frantically shook your head. “No, no, no! Uncle Tommy, please don’t! Joel will kill him.”

“Sounds just about right to me .”, he chuckled.

“No, you don’t understand. He will also punish me. I’m not allowed to see boys. He thinks I’m at Anna’s birthday party. He will be very, very angry with me. I don’t want him to be angry with me. Please you don’t understand, uncle Tommy.”

Tommy was studying your reaction closely. Oh he did understand.

“You really don’t want me to tell him?”, he asked, playing dumb.

“Yes, please don’t. I’ll do anything.”, you nodded. “I’ll bake you the carrot cake you like so much!”

“What if I want something else?”, he asked voice suddenly lower, his eyes darker.

He sounded much more like Joel now.

You frowned, not understanding. “You want me to bake you another cake?”

“Close. I do want something sweet from you.”

“Something sweet?”, you repeated still confused about what exactly he wanted “Like…chocolate?”

“Ya can’t be this dumb, sweetheart...”, Tommy chuckled.

You opened your mouth, but closed it immediately.

Dumb?

Tommy never called you dumb before.

“…Or should I say ‘slut’?”

That answered the question you had earlier; he did indeed heard everything you said to Dean…

You wished to drop dead on the spot, feeling utterly embarrassed.

You seriously didn’t know what to say. You just looked down and swallowed the wave of emotions down that were otherwise going to burst out of you in form of a mental breakdown.

“I’ll go home now.”, you whispered, when you found your strength to speak again. You stayed seated though, not making the move to stand up and go, as if you were waiting for Tommys permission—Something told you that he wouldn’t let you off the hook this easy.

He nodded and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

“I’ll bring you home…after you’ve convinced me not to tell Joel about the fact that his girl begs strange guys to treat her like a common whore. Wonder how he will take that...”

Tommys soft tone didn’t fit his vile words.

You could feel yourself shutting down—this happened a lot at the early stages of being with Joel, after he had brutally killed your father in front of your eyes and forced you to be with him, to act like everything was totally fine. You stared into the void, not willing to acknowledge the level of betrayal you were experiencing right now. He was blackmailing you.

You liked Tommy.

He was one of the good guys.

Tommy looked at you intensely, analysing your soft features. There was a war going on inside your confused little head, he could see.

He had always wondered how you still look this stunning during the end of times while everyone else’s looked like they been through the gutter. Even on the day you and Joel arrived at Jackson for the first time after a year of living in the wilderness that was now the whole country—you still looked like an angel. Joel did a good job of taking care of you, Tommy had to admit.

Tommy admired your devotion towards his older brother. The way you would look up at him, as if he was your god. Always searching for his approval, his affection, his permission. Joel was a cold bastard, leaving you empty and starved.

Or maybe he was just smart really, since you couldn’t get enough of him no matter what.

And when Joel introduced you to him that day, your pretty eyes lit up with excitement. Uncle Tommy, you called him, even though you were not the same blood. You called him that out of respect for Joel.

Tommy wasn’t stupid. He could see right through Joel’s facade of protective-father. Tommy was his brother after all. He could tell that Joel’s liking in you wasn’t of…innocent nature. Quite the opposite. It was much, much darker. He always knew. Your dynamics always seemed a little off to him. Joel hadn’t even looked at another women since he was in Jackson—he had no need to. He had you.

Tommys suspicion was confirmed when one day he saw Joel touching your ass. It was a few month ago at Christmas dinner. You were standing in front of the sink—washing dishes like the little slave you were for Joel—when suddenly he walked up to you, seemingly to bring you more plates to wash, when his hand grabbed a fistful of your soft ass, so tight his knuckles turned white—and you didn’t objected.

At first Tommy was angry. Disgusted even. Joel was like your fucking father. You called him “dad”, for fucks sake. It was disgusting, vile and wrong.

But then Tommy felt stupid for not putting one and one together much earlier. Why else would a guy like Joel take care of a girl that wasn’t even his own blood? What did he get out from feeding another mouth? What was his merit? What could a girl like you possibly give to a man like him that he wasn’t able to get for himself?

The answer was so obvious.

Tommy heaved himself up from the bench and let his eyes wander over the era, looking out for potential witnesses…

“Ya’got two options, sweetheart.”, he started. “First option; we go home and I tell my brother what just happened between you and Mr Bombshell. The kid will die most likely tomorrow on patrol and Joel will not let you out if his eyesight for the rest of your life. Second option…”

He looked down at your bare legs and licked his lips.

“You stand up, turn around and bend over…”

He paused for a second. “S’up to you.”

„Second.“, you whispered, you didn’t even need time to think about your answer—not that you where thinking anything at all right now. Your mind was blank.

There was nothing that Tommy could do to you, that Joel hadn’t already done. You feared Joel more. The answer was easy. Second option.

You hadn’t even realised that you got up, turned around and bend over. Holding onto the back of the bench tightly.

It was only when you felt Tommy lift your skirt up and your bottom was exposed to the cold night and Tommys hungry stare that you realised that there was no turning back.

You couldn’t see what Tommy was doing behind you, and a part of you was thankful for that; at least you didn’t have to look him in the eyes.

Tommy pulled his cock out. He was hard the second he heard you beg Dean to call you a slut. He gave himself a few pumps and then lined his cock up with your entrance. He wasted no time, immediately ramming all of him inside your juicy cunt.

Dean had worked you up good for him.

The invasion was sudden and forceful. You whined and your knees buckled. You clenched your teeth together.

Tommy started to fuck you the second he was in, leaving your body no time to adjust to his length. He was fucking your hard and fast. He was holding onto your petite shoulders tightly, hurting your flesh and bringing your body down to his in a forceful manner.

The sound of clapping skin was loud and sinful. It sounded so wrong in your ears. And it only got worse when Tommy started to grunt like an animal.

„Shit, girl. Never fucked a cunt as tight as yours.“, he hissed. „Fuck.“

You started to cry. Not because you were in pain, but because you were about to cum…

„Stop please.“, you cried. You didn’t want to cum. Not for Tommy. You didn’t want him to think you enjoyed his assault.

“Your body is betraying you. You like it.”, you remember Joel say to you the first time he took you against your will.

This isn’t normal. I’m not normal. I’m sick. I’m a sick girl.

You started to cry even harder, or were you moaning?It was a mixture of both and it was pathetic. Your were so close. You cunt got even tighter around Tommy. He could feel it.

“You wanna cum little slut?”, he laughed, a nasty dirty laugh. He gave your ass a hard slap.

“No!”, you cried out. “Please stop!”

It wasn’t your fault. You were wet since Joel had fucked your throat earlier today and left you on the ground sexually frustrated. Then there was Dean who had spend minutes fingering you while kissing your neck. It wasn’t because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

It’s not because of Tommy.

The more you tried to work against it, the pressure inside you only intensified. You couldn’t hold it out any longer.

You came.

You came around his cock.

First your legs started to shake—it was like a wave—then your whole body. Your thoughts were completely flushed away. Your were biting your lip so hard that you could taste blood on your tongue.

“That’s my girl.”, Tommy praised and kept fucking you hard. “God, you are so hot, sweetheart. I see why Joel keeps you around.”

After you came down from your orgasm you were basically jelly. Without Tommy holding you in place you would be panting on the ground by now. He kept ramming his cock inside you a few more times before pulling out.

He turned you around and manhandled you on your knees.

“Hold your palms out, bitch. C’mon.”, he barked and grabbed your wrist and yanked them up.

You put your palms together and held them up.

He frantically stroked his cock while grunting and growling like a wolf before finally releasing himself inside your hands.

A poodle of your uncles warm, sticky, hot cum could now be found inside your shaking hands. You didn’t dare to drop it. You didn’t move, holding your palms up as if his cum was holy.

The tears had dried on your face. You looked up at Tommy, waiting for him to finally end your suffering.

You wanted to run home.

He put his cock back inside his jeans and pulled out a cigarette. Exhausted.

“Eat it.”, he said and pointed his cigarette at his cum.

He wanted to see how far he could go with you. He wanted to know how well his brother had trained you.

“C’mon, eat it up.”, he repeated when he saw your confused face.

You hesitantly brought your shaking hands closer to your lips. If you had anything in your stomach right now, you would’ve puked it all out. You carefully took a small lick from his cum and cringed a little. It was salty. But soon you found the taste to be familiar. It tasted like Joel’s.

“Be careful not to drop anythin. We don’t want Joel to find cum on you, do we? He might think it belongs to Dean…”

You shook your head and carefully licked your palms clean. Eating your uncles cum.

Tommy watched you intensely. You looked like a little kitten drinking her milk. He was already hard again. He would definitely think about this image of you when he would fuck his wife later tonight.

“Good job, sweetheart.”, he praised you. “Now C’mon. Let’s get’ya home. And you better thing about an excuse why you look like someone had fucked you silly…we don’t want Joel to get suspicious.”

He pointed at you puffy red eyes and ran down mascara.

He helped you up from the ground and you silently followed him home.

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#dark!joel miller #joel miller #joel x reader #dark!joel #tlou #dark!joel x reader #mean!joel #the last of us #Tommy #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller #dark!tommy #Joel #au #fanfic #dark fantasy #dark fanfiction #dark-fiction-central #pedro pascal #din djaren

[shotgunbunny]

What would beefy daddy lumberjack ari do for his wifes birthday 👀

༻𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐫𝐬.𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧༺

WC:1.2k+ GIF by lilacevans

{Warnings: mentions of smut, murder, Ari being exposed for being a kidnapper but he's a master manipulator, readers birthday, marriage!!angst but turns to fluff }

♡You were so excited for your birthday, and so was Ari. He had so much planned. Some of it was sex the rest was a surprise.

♡He had actually been lying to you by saying he was at work when in reality he was preparing your gift.

♡To say Ari was proud of what he prepared was an understatement.

♡His ego was positively inflated because of it, and you couldn't say no to this gift at all.

♡He was more excited for your birthday than you and that was because his sick kidnapper plan was about to work. He was about to have you as his fully.

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♡When the day came, you were immediately woken by Ari between your legs, eating you out as if you were his last meal.

♡And then he made sure to fuck you as if was the last time. You could feel the love pouring out of him, as he spoke soft words.

♡"I love you so much baby, doing so good. Happy birthday baby, I'm so proud of you, you make me so proud. My pretty little baby with this pretty pussy. And it's all mine, I love you so much."

♡When he was done, he ran you a warm bath filled with rose petals and bath salts.

♡He wiped away his excess cum, and then lifted you bridal style and leaving you to soak in the tub.

♡He gave you a kiss on the forehead before he laid your first present out on the bed.

♡He then left for work

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♡When you got out of the bath you headed back into the room and there on the bed was a dress.

♡Not just any dress, you'd seen it in a certain picture: his mum and dad's wedding day.

♡On the bed was his mother wedding dress, adjusted to fit you perfectly.

♡Your heart raced as you slipped it on, was today the day Ari was truly gonna make you his little wife.

♡Under the dress was a note. It was directions to go into Ari's chest of drawers and open the first one.

♡In the drawer was a little box, a velvet black box.

♡You opened it and in it was a ring!

♡You smiled so widely and placed it on your ring finger.

♡Throughout the rest of the day, Ari had left you notes of presents to find.

♡They ranged from your favourite food to dresses you wanted, and the final note said you had to wait until Ari got home for your last 2 surprises.

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♡Ari drove home fast, he wanted you and he wanted to get rid of the priest as fast as possible so you can celebrate your honeymoon.

♡When he parked, him and priest got out and Ari opened the door calling your name.

♡You ran and hugged Ari tightly smothering his face in kisses. He smiled and then nodded his head to the side and you then saw the priest.

♡You then knew that you were getting married.

♡Ari kissed your forehead, "Stay here honey, help make the priest comfortable for a second. I'll be right back."

♡When Ari left, the priest grabbed your hands and stared into your eyes. You remember him from before Ari took you as his wife. He was a nice man and always tipped you at the bakery.

♡"Dear you need to tell me now if he's forcing this, if he's keeping you here." The priest whispered quickly and urgently.

♡You stared, your heart racing even faster over what he was insinuating. "What are you talking about?"

♡The priest looked behind you, making sure Ari wasn't coming back.

♡ "Gale and Richard were walking there dog when they saw you picking berries, and then they saw Ari put a rag in your face! Is it true?"

♡You felt all the breath leave your lungs and the blood leave your face. Ari said he saved you. He wouldn't lie.

♡"Ari said he saved me from the man trying to kidnap me." You felt tears gather in your eyes.

♡Ari came round the corner a second later and saw your shaken state and priest holding your hands.

♡"Angel get here. Now." He glared at the priest.

♡You looked at him and walked over to him, He stared down at you. "I promise we'll talk later okay angel? Go upstairs and get changed into something comfortable."

♡You went upstairs and changed into a nightgown and locked the door and then locked yourself in the bathroom. Needing as much security and space as you could get to think about everything.

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♡Ari stared at the priest. "Sign the marriage form. Before I beat you into a bloody pulp for touching her."

♡The priest swallowed and signed the form shaking.

♡You were now officially Mrs.Levinson but it wasn't the way Ari wanted.

♡The priest the turned to leave, yet he never got the chance. Ari was ready to dispose of him the second he stepped into the house.

♡Ari pushed his hair out of his face and moved the body into his truck, covering it with a black sheet.

♡With a grunt then, Ari began cleaning the blood up.

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♡When he was done, he headed to your room and when he found it locked he groaned and fished his skeleton key out and unlocked the door.

♡You weren't there, but the bathroom door was closed. He approached and knocked on it.

♡"Angel?"

♡You wiped the tears of your face and spoke confidently or as confidently as you could.

♡"Did you put that rag around my face?"

♡Shit. Ari was glad he killed that damn priest. "Honey you know I would never hurt you. It makes my heart ache when you're hurt."

♡Silence greeted him when you spoke again.

♡"Gale and Richard saw you."

♡"You trust their words over mine? The people who claimed they saw Bigfoot over your husband."

♡Thats true, the pair always went overboard with their imagination. Maybe they mistook Ari saving you as him taking you.

♡You took a breath and spoke again, "You never let me leave. Not by myself."

♡Ari leaned his forehead against the bathroom door. That fucking priest had become a huge thorn in his backside.

♡"That's true. I'm a selfish man. I want all your attention to myself. I want you all to myself. I love you so much that I am so possessive. I know it's bad but you're my personal heaven that I want to keep as mine."

♡You slowly unlocked the door and opened it. You looked up and saw Ari. You watched his face turn from the nonchalant look to a frown.

♡He brought his hand to your face and wiped your tears away. "I'm sorry baby."

♡You stared up at him, "Can we make a deal?"

♡"It depends what it is angel."

♡"Once a month I get to go into town without you. I get to be my own person for a day. It is my birthday afterall."

♡Ari sighed and looked down at you. He saw your pleading eyes, "Okay. Once a month. But you have to give me a three day warning."

♡Your face brightened as a smile overtook it, Ari soon smiled too as you nodded.

♡He kissed you and you blushed before kissing back.

♡"The priest signed the certificate too baby, You're officially my little wife."

♡You giggled as Ari smothered you in kisses and began leading you to bed.

♡"Did you like your birthday?"

♡You smiled and took his face into your hands, "It was amazing but it would be even better if we were in bed."

♡He man handled you and threw you onto the bed and smiled wolfishly.

♡"I can't wait to breed my wife's pretty little pussy. I'm gonna knock you up Mrs. Levinson."

#ari levinson x reader #chris evans #ari levison x reader #chris evans x reader #dark ari levinson x reader #ari levinson #dark ari levinson #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x innocent!reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson angst #ari levinson x black!reader #dark ari Levinson x black!reader #ari levinson dark #ari levinson drabble #eas:drabble #eas

[yandereseijuun]

Yandere Beelzebub Hcs and oneshot

Beelzebub x Lilith's little sister! Reader

Please , don't go , you're the light of my life without you my life is full of darkness

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Warning: Angsty , Beel being a stalker , violence ,talking abt death , a little bit gore , Beel is a lil creepy , and fluff maybe at the end

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What kind of yandere is he?

He's the manipulative one and ready to kidnap his S/O without hesitation

●°• ●°•●° ¡Here we go! ●°•●°●•●°●

Darling you're so innoncent that you wont see the plan he's preparing in his mind

You two met when your big sis Lilith has show you to him , you were so innocent that his heart was set in flame only for you

Then your dear sister and three more person were killed after this you didn't saw him cause he knew if you dare to find out that was him who killed your dear sister he know that you're gonna call him a monster and avoid him as much as you can

But unfortunately you found out , because you sad it and since that day you started to avoid him , fearing you might have the same end as your sister , at first he thought you were mad at him but then he realized you weren't mad at him you were just scared of him

You wouldn't meet each other until he litteraly disappeared

But you always felt that someone was watching over you

It was him all along , he kept watching you everyday and everynight waiting for that little moment

He kidnaped you when you were asleep , he ordered his two experimental subjet to go and find you without hurting you

And they litteraly brought you to him, he saw you were sleeping , you didn't know that your beautiful life full of flower , beautiful will became a life where you gonn'be chained to someone who fell in love with you in the worst way

He will call you : Darling , Love , Sweetie , Lovely Y/N , dear

He will spoil you so much so you cannot leave him

He will not let you , having some fresh air he will just let you go on the balcony

He's very manipulative (Warning ! )

If Satan dare to come and take the control of his body . One word , hide before he uses you as an experience

If you dare to disobey or dare to escape him , he's gonna torture you or otherwise gonna put you in a room without humans contact

He's gonna make rules so you will better obey or its gonna be torture time

Or when he's in a good mood , the both of you are gonna cuddle

If you love poetry , *chuckle* darling he might write many love poem

Or if you love science , your gonna be his assistent

No sharing , no no no bcs you belong to him and only him

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As the creatures placed you on their Lord's bed , you snoozed into the sheets . Beel was finishing his project , he came into his room and went next to his darling , he stroke her cheek whispering to himself how lucky he was to have his beloved all to himself

As you woke up , you saw that you weren't in your room , which it was slightly scaring you . You looked at the room , it was dark , with some candles on Beel's desk who were illuminating a part of the room . And you started to stand up , looking for an exit as the Lord of the Flies appeared right front of you , you let out a little scream while taking a few steps back away from him

You looked at him , trying to know who your kidnapper was , black suit , black hair and eyes full of no emotions , you've couldn't say much more . You exactly knew who was your kidnapper was , the one who was friend with your elder sister , the murder of your sister and three other person

You wanted to hit him , kick him , yelling at him but you couldn't , something deep inside you was telling you that you shouldn't because you knew something bad will happen to you if you dare to hit him

"Love? Y/N , hello my dear , aren't you happy to see me" The Anathema said , you looked at him in fear remembering the scene of your sister laying down , big hole on her chest , blood at the corner of her mouth .

As you took a few steps away from him and asked him a question : "You-I-Why me ? Why am i here?" As he heard your question , he answered "Darling its simple , the place you refer as here , well its our home"

You looked at him , confused , as he looked at you , he smirked . Suddenly start to fall , you were crying , you did not want to live with the person who murdered your dearest sister but he felt in love with you in the worst way possible and now that he have you you're trapped here forever .

As you were crying , he took you in a tight hug , as he rubbed your head while whispering :

Shh , its alright darling , no one shall found us , i live in a place that no one knows where it is , well only one person knows but he won't dare disturb us...

#Spotify #ror beelzebub x reader #ror beelzebub #snv beelzebub #snvbeelzebubxreader #seijuunsfantasy #yandere record of ragnarok #yandere shuumatsu no valkyrie

[lovesick-desires]

Idia Shroud Yandere Alphabet

Requested by me cause I’m coping after rolling 153 times for Suitor Idia and not getting him-

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, cyberstalking (cameras, tracking device, etc), mention of non-con, murder, biting, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, drugging, verbal abuse, death, stockholm syndrome, mentions of emotional abuse

If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics, please do not read under the cut!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

❥ Idia is a social outcast so he is definitely not the best at showing his love. He usually does through love bites and cuddles or pulling you into his lap as he’s playing video games.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

❥ He’s not the biggest fan of blood. He usually finds other ways of getting rid of people in his way that don’t involve murder.

❥ However, if he feels the need to get messy, he will get very messy.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

❥ He would not treat you poorly and try his best to keep you happy.

❥ However, if you are being a brat, he might mock you for a failed escape attempt once in a while:

“Can’t get out? There’s no cheat code for you here, darling. Hehehe!”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

❥ He would never do anything against their will sexually as he has his morals in that department.

❥ However, he would definitely take your right in anything else (seeing friends, going outside, etc.)

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

❥ Idia is fully aware you could try and manipulate him to escape so he keeps his guard up at first once he first kidnapped you.

❥ However, over time, he would put his guard down and fully trust you if you behave well enough.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

❥ Not surprised. He understands you are scared as he is very aware what he is doing is wrong but just doesn’t care.

❥ If you keep starting fights with him, he will get agitated:

“Stop trying to pick fights with me. It’s like a level one player fighting a level 100 boss! It’s just annoying…”

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

❥ Of course not, he doesn’t want to have to go outside if he doesn’t have to, especially to chase you! He’s not the most physically active person.

❥ Besides, he genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy with him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

❥ If you were to escape the room and make him chase you down or smash his gaming equipment, he would be enraged. You would watch as his hair turns from a soft blue to a blazing orange as he berates you for your behavior.

❥ After he realizes what he did or sees you start sobbing out of fear, he almost instantly calms down and tries to comfort you:

“H-Hey! I-I’m sorry! P-Please don’t cry! Calm down, my charisma stats aren’t high enough for this s-side quest!”

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

❥ This man’s bar is literally on the floor. He just wants you and him to be happy together. That’s it. Also no kids, he doesn’t want to have kids.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

❥ Oh boy, does he get jealous?! Of course he does!

❥ He is probably one of the most jealous yanderes in TWST (besides Riddle and Vil).

❥ One day, he was watching through the various cameras around NRC that he has hacked into only to watch you hug and laugh with those two first years, Ace and Deuce.

❥ This guy is fucking jealous as all hell. He wished he could talk to you like that. He watches his screen in jealously as he mumbles to himself:

“Hell, if only I had the charisma stats to talk to them like that… Ugh, this is so rigged…”

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

❥ If he has not kidnapped you, he is very shy and prefers to watch from the shadows. This man has 0 social skills.

❥ If he has kidnapped you, he is more chill around you since by then he gets to know you better.

❥ As I’ve said, he is not the best at showing his love, especially with words. So he tends to make things for you with his skills like little robots and stuff like that.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

❥ Oh boy, he was a flustered mess we he went to talk to you for the first time. Towards the end of the convo, he almost had his head in his hands to hide his face.

❥ After a while of talking to you, he tends to get more comfortable with you, making him even more obsessed with you.

❥ After preparing a script that Ortho helped him write and everything, he asks you out. He is a flustered stuttering mess through the whole thing.

❥ If you accept him, he is so shocked he might faint! Were his stats finally high enough from all the discussions he had with you?! He is over the moon!

"W-Wait, for real? Y-You said yes?! O-Oh wow, I-I-I... *incoherent gibberish*"

❥ If you reject him, however, he is a sad boy. He doesn't act and kidnap you right away since he knows that will create suspicion. He is good at stealth missions in games so he knows the tactics he has to play.

❥ He waits for the word that you rejected him to die out after the next few weeks before finding you alone without your little companion, Grim, and snatches you up before you even notice it.

❥ You probably should have taken note to the funny smell coming from your water bottle before you drank from it. You hear a voice before you pass out to the floor of the Ramshackle dorm:

"Hehehe, mission complete."

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

❥ Not really, he's the same hermit otaku just a little more creepy.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

❥ He doesn't believe in punishment because he doesn't think it changes anything and only instills fear into his darling. He might get mad and yell but immediately apologize afterwards.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

❥ Everything. Seeing friends, going outside, everything. Good luck trying to convince him to lessen his leash because he would probably only tighten it.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

❥ He knows patience is key and that he shouldn't rush through this. Getting you is not a time sensitive mission to him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

❥ If you try to leave, just know you aren't getting far.

❥ Even if you "successfully" escape, you probably aren't aware of the chip he got put in between your shoulder blades under your skin. Don't worry, he will be with you soon.

❥ The only possible way out is death, either his or your own. Trust me, you aren't gonna be able to kill him, especially since he knows magic and you won't. Also this man like doesn't sleep so good luck trying to kill him when he is "asleep". ❥ If you die, he would never forgive himself and probably never get over your death, especially if it was by something he could prevent. It would eat him up inside.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

❥ At first, yes. He would quickly realize after kidnapping you he should have prepared better. What if someone found out he took you? What if someone saw him take you?! He is full of paranoia

❥ After a while, his guilt subsides after realizing there is no backing out of this mission.

❥ Oh and trust me, he will never let you go. This man is dependent on you for a majority of his happiness.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

❥ Being a shut-in and watching others develop friendships and relationships made him jealous until he saw you and it all clicked. He needed you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

❥ Please don't cry and scream as Idia does not like loud noises. He understands you are scared and he tries his best to calm you down:

"H-Hey! P-Please don't scream! I-I'm not gonna hurt you!"

❥ If you try and isolate yourself, he understands. He knows you are scared but doesn't mind if you don't speak much since he is an introvert.

❥ If he has not kidnapped you and you keep avoiding him, he gets worried about you and starts stalking your social media to see if he can find any sort of vent posts about something bugging you.

❥ He might even reach out to you via text and ask you what's going on.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

❥ He is more of a non-confronting yandere. He avoids fights and arguments at as cost. He does not know how to fight or even talk his way out of an argument.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❥ You could exploit his kindness after he starts to let his guard down but you might already be attached to him since he has only wanted the best for you, right?

Wit’s End: Would they ever hurt their darling?

❥ No. Point blank no. He refuses to lay a harmful hand on you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

❥ He's shy about it to you but inside, he loves you so much. He would do anything he possibly could to make you love him just as much as he loves you. ANYTHING.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

❥ If you treat him like utter shit while he has you in his loving care, he will snap after so many hits to his mental health from you. He will only resort to verbal and emotional abuse, but never physical.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

❥ Probably not unless you snap from being devoid of the outside world. He tries his best to make you happy, he really does.

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Hello dear!💜 My request for the alphabet event is for Silver- A, K, U Idia- I, X, C Deuce - I, B, U I'll send another one, probably, so I'll be right back~

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, violence, blood, murder, death, manipulation, stalking, spoilers for masquerade event in Silvers part

Deuce Spades-I, B, U/Idia Shroud-I, X, C/Silver- A, K, U

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mind washing that stain?

Deuce having a violent background is no big secret

So yeah, of course he is capable of some damage

And he gets quicker too since he has started using magic for it again

You want to be crushed by a huge cauldron? No? Thought so

It's also very messy

“Why is there a knife in your bag?” “Hm? There is one?”

Since he has started becoming more violent again he has started to cross lines he didn't cross before

A shiny bit of metal has me er hurt? Right?

Yeah tell that that one student who accidentally bumped into you

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A peaceful one

Deuce wants to be the best person he can be

It's just sometimes a bit hard...

You know, keeping others away from you... accidentally breaking someone's leg

Surprisingly no one has found that one body yet

A family with you

Even if you can't have children I can see him wanting that warmth

So one day you might wake up just to see a kid sitting at the end of the bed all whilst shaking

“I found our child! Aren't they the cutest.”

Mhm Deuce went full kidnapper here

And since he is so delusional he really thinks that they are your child

Good luck

One where you can be uninterrupted

Deuce hates it when people are even breathing the same air as you

This has led to some not so pretty scenes

Don't ask about that red paint, its just from painting the roses

Mhm. Sure. “Paint”

One where he doesn't have to lie to you

Keeping you away from others is a bit hard and there is really no reason why you should stay away from people

Well, unless we take Deuces feelings into account

So he lies. Lies that everyone is after you. Lies that they are disgusted by your mere presence since you are from a different world

He is also very delusional here, after some time he believes that he is some sort of protector

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

What is special about his uh... “infatuation” is how much he is in denial

Despite him being definitely one of the more violent ones he doesn't think that he does this out of selfish goals

“This is all for them and their protection!” Yeah. No. Deuce, no.

He once had a blackout moment and when he woke up again there was a freshly covered hole in the middle of the woods

His ability to fool you unknowingly

Deuce truly believes that he is doing this for your good

And you know what is worse than a manipulative liar? One that actually believes their words

There is just no way of disproving them from their logic

Hang in there

I'm sure one day you can slip out... hopefully

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He isn't cruel physically, “just” mentally

India is a shut-in, one on a completely different level than most

So he doesn't understand

Why do you need to go out? Everything you need is here

But he would never purposefully hurt you

Well, the only time would be if you ever were to escape but that is a different can of worms

Is overall very gentle but...

He rarely does something with you

Physically at least

The cameras are a different story

This of course adds to your own personal hell

It's already bad enough to be imprisoned here but also to be monitored every second? Not sure how good that is for your mental health...

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

One where you are never to leave him

Idia is very aware that his actions aren't the best if not to say horrid

But being with you is so addicting... give hi. More of your presence

You are his God and Idia is nothing more than a lonely soul hoping that his prayer might reach you

Which prayers? Prayers of your neverending love of course

A future in which you can also be happy

It's already bad for you but it's also not a walk in a flower field for him

Idia is very sensitive to the feelings of those around him

So is it that hard to believe that he wishes for you to be happy as well?

Now that I think about it, this might be more selfish than originally thought....

A future in which he can trust you without constantly watching you

Idia doesn't know what he would do if you were ever to escape

But there is that wish that maybe one day you would accept your situation

And maybe love him back? That would be a dream come true

A future in which he can finally forget the fire

Idia might have burned someone to the ground

But hey, what was he supposed to do?

They were about to tell you how much they adored you

And, well, his hair is pretty expressive, wouldn't you agree?

That doesn't mean he won't have nightmares from that

One day you might hold him whilst he sleeps, making him forget the pair of eyes staring back at him whilst flesh and bone melted into nothingness

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Neverending devotion

Idia grew up in a place where you were a literal God

So yeah, you might be able to imagine how he sees you

But when you ask him when he will finally let you go he will start to cower in front of you whilst clawing at the skin of your legs

Has he done something wrong? It's his fault, right? Of course it is! Y-you are bleeding! Oh what has he done??! He is worth of no-

Please hug him. No matter how much you hate him at that point just do it

Self-sacrifice

Idia wants nothing but a teeny tiny bit of your love

So when you tell him you want something he will find and get it

Even if it means not sleeping for an entire week he will do it

So unless it's something simple I wouldn't recommend ever telling him when you want something

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Once upon a dream

Silver often tells you that he dreamt of you once more

This man will spend every single hour of his existence at least thinking about you

And you can even tell that he is dreaming about you

If his occasional murmuring of your name doesn't give you the clue then that he hugs his pillow close to him, clutching it, almost ripping it

Just how he forces his hugs onto you

Giving you always his attention

Lilia wants something? That can wait

Right now he has you in his arms

It's already hard enough to keep himself awake with how warm you are but once that phase of you fighting against him has passed you even pat his back sometimes

And that is not all

You just need to call out the three first letters of his name and he is there

It's almost like he is always watching you

Acts of service

“Aww how cute!” No.

I mean yes if this was a normal relationship

But here you two are, him having literally kidnapped you

But if there is something he can do he will do it

You are hungry? There is an entire four courses meal prepared

You are tired? No need to worry. Not only does he understand how you feel right now but also will carry you to bed and tuck you in

And this is where the creepy part starts

You may think “He just prepares some food and carries you”, right?

Wrong, when he carried you to bed for the first time he had even changed your clothing without asking you first

And when he cooks and you don't look like you are inhaling the food because of how good it is he will look like a kicked puppy

Boundaries just don't exist

If you tell him that something makes you uncomfortable though then he will stop it

Well, unless it's about the hugs and sharing warmth, there is no stopping him

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In public

He lets you out? Uh... Somewhere between yes and no

Silver is aware of how much a human needs interaction with others

But when you are outside for your half an hour walk he is staring so intense that everyone is avoiding you

He is more like a guard than a loving lover outside

But there is just no way he could let others come too close. What if they were to hurt you??!

You two holding hands? Yes but only so that you don't run off and so that the rope binding you to him isn't easy to spot

How cute you two are

In private

That glare? Mhm gone

But so are also the boundaries he had in public

Suddenly it's back to keeping you close

There just is no escape from him

Even if you had the keys to this house you would constantly be held by him, making it impossible to leave

Just tell him that he needs to wear thinner clothes. He can get pretty warm if they are too thick

Best comparison is eating too many sweets

His affection is the sweets but it's just so much sugar that it melts your teeth away

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Him not understanding lines that shouldn't be crossed

It's almost ironic

He understands that humans need certain things like interactions

But he seems to forget that you shouldnt force yourself on one

Its almost like he ignores some things

But that can't be, right?

His way of making you dependent on him

Silver willies certain spells and potions that make you dream of him

If you tell a person long enough that they feel a certain way they start to believe it

So you either have nerves of steel and hold on until another one of them snatches you away (Frollo could be a pretty good candidate for that with his little botanic talent) or you are a lost cause

“Once upon a dream”, huh...

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[a-dark-abyss]

Rusty Smith (oc) Yandere Alphabet

Warnings: yandere themes, murder, manipulation, small mention of drugging

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Rusty can be very changing with his moods. He can be very loving but also has a very short temper. He tends to do the whole tough love thing at first but soon he begins to be clingy. He tends to give his darling many gifts which can range from stuffies to body parts

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

EXTREMELY messy. Killing is basically his hobby

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would mock his darling but in a loving way

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Spending time together. He doesn’t care if they don’t like physical touch or spending time with their literal kidnapper, if he wants to hold you, he will hold you

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Rusty hates being vulnerable and his darling will most likely never see him in a vulnerable state. He tries to open up with his darling, but he isn’t used to it

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed and Amused, it depends on how he’s feeling

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Rusty loves watching his darling try to come up with escape plans or trying to run away. It’s cute, really. He likes to give them hope that they’ll get away before crushing those hopes and taking them back to his home <3

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

If his darling pissed him off enough, he would make them kill someone as a punishment or if they tried to escape he might shoot them in the leg

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He hopes to have a cute little thing to spoil and love on. Marriage isn’t really on his mind, but if darling wanted to, he would

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets jealous fast. If someone makes small talk with his darling, thats fine, but when someone looks at his darling with that look that is practically undressing them, he gets pissed. He usually lashes out but always makes sure to comfort you afterwards

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Rusty is very teasing but physical. He likes to be a bit calmer with his darling after they’ve adapted to their new life. He enjoys walking his dog, Bo, with you in the forest and likes showing off how strong he is.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He puts on a charming face to woo his darling

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really 🤷‍♂️

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Though he may physically hurt others, physically hurting you is a huge no. He rather hurts you mentally or emotionally, making you see him as the only thing that can give you comfort and protection. He’ll do things to give you a fear of other people, to really drill in the fact that he is the only person who is not out to get you

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot but he would gradually give them back as rewards for good behavior! Didn’t try to kick him when he walked by? You can sit on the couch with him instead of staying in the bedroom alone. Didn’t try to run away? You can have free roam of some of the house. Didn’t try to bite him when he feeds you? You can feed yourself. Stuff like that

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can be patience, but if you do things that will endanger you or he’s had a bad day, he has no patience

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his darling died he’d go batshit crazy. If his darling left or escaped, he would hunt them down until they were back in his arms

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No lol

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His father was like this with his mother. Both of his parents were equally fucked up. His father would take him hunting, hunting both humans and animals. His mother would constantly lecture him that if he ever got a lover, he needed to protect them no matter what. To put it in short form, his dad got him addicted to killing and his mother taught him to be obsessive and possessive over his lovers

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Screaming and crying can easily be taken care of. Nothing a gag or sleeping pills can’t do. But isolating, he knows how damaging it can be and refuses to let his darling isolate themselves from him

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He enjoys taking his darling into town and on walks

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His trust is his only weakness

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Physically, no. Mentally or emotionally, yes

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

As much as Rusty does tough love with his darling, he genuinely sees them as a gift from god and would do almost anything for them

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Probably a month tops

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes and no. It’s not that he wants to completely change his darling, he loves their personality, hell, it’s the main reason he took them! He just wants to make so they are completely dependent on him

#male yandere #yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #male oc #male oc x gn reader #rusty smith my oc

[melloween-candie]

You're mine [L.G]

Dark Yandere Lip Gallagher x Reader

Requested // Request Rules // Prompt list

"Can I request a fic with a dark yandere!Lip Gallagher with the prompts :

#7 "you're mine!"

#5 "it hurts!"

#4 "don't release in me!"

Your fics are so great!! 💕"

A/n - Really appreciate the love! It's literally the only thing that keeps me going! 😤🥰

Submitted by @tryingtowritefanfics

Warning! Yandere behavior, Mentions of kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Rape, Mental struggle, Manipulation, Unconcerned, Mentions of murder

Word Count: 1,290

[Gender neutral]

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

Your legs were currently tied down onto a bedframe in a dimly lit room, perfectly spread for any man to enter. You were alone, with a gag still in your mouth, making it harder for you to breathe. You were sticky and hot, making the bed wet and smelly. You were clearly uncomfortable, yet you didn't move. You didn't bother to take out the gag even though your hands were free. You felt empty. Being forced into doing things... only to end up wiggling around the mess you and Lip just finished making, was not pleasant at all.

You vividly remembered that this was the fifth time this week that Lip had to forcefully tie you down, all because you scratched his cheek trying to get away from him.

-Flashback-

"Now, look what you did." He grabbed your arms, holding them both with one hand as he touched the prickled blood that threatened to droop down his cheek. "I try to play nice with you, yet for some reason, you still haven't learned how to hold still!" He yells as he unzips his pants.

-End of Flashback-

It wasn't pleasant, but at least this time, he came outside of you.

It was currently 3:02 am. You laid there in the dark, feeling completely helpless.

You've known Lip for about a good year now. In the beginning, when you guys first met, you guys actually clicked and became friends on the spot.

Before, you were innocent. You didn't know... Lip actually knew you ever since the beginning of high school. He just never made a move until graduation day, which was supposed to be a happy day for you, but it ended up being the day you got kidnapped.

Of course, during your high school years, things like that would occasionally happen. You never questioned it, though, but looking back on it now, you realized that every person you've ever encountered, good or bad, ended up vanishing.

You never did find your best friend's body. You started to cry, feeling so disgusted with yourself. How could you have let this happen? The thoughts started to come in. You must have had some signs, right? Maybe if you acted quicker... Maybe if you tried harder, you would have realized sooner that something was not right. Why couldn't you put more thought and effort into this? How many times did you let this slip by you before you realized!? NOW- Now your best friend's dead and you had the power to stop it if only you realized sooner... You blamed yourself for his death every day. You knew that his killer was actually the one who kidnapped you, but you still blamed yourself anyways.

Every time you moaned his name out of pleasure, every time you begged for more... it haunted you, knowing that you found pleasure in having your kidnapper fuck you, knowing that he killed everyone you cared for, and still, you begged for more?

Your calm tears turned into horrid sobbing. You tried to muffle them out, but clearly, it didn't work.

"Y/n?" Lip walked into the room. He had a towel covering his pelvis as he dried his hair with another one. "You're still awake?"

CRACK! Right then and there a bright lightning bolt struck down, making a big flashy sound as rain followed soon after. Quickly you covered yourself with the filthy sheets. You didn't want him to look at you anymore. You were sick and tired of being his plaything.

You hate to admit it, but you gave up pretty quickly when he first brought you there. To be fair, your mental mind was clouded with depressing thoughts. With your best friend going missing on the same day as your graduation... It was odd though you tried not to show your worry assuming he would have turned up eventually. That never happened.

"Come now. You don't have to hide from me." He said as he grabbed the filthy blanket, lifting it away from you. The cold air touched your skin as another loud, crackling lightning bolt struck from the skies again.

"I don't want to do this anymore..." You muttered.

"What?"

"It was a mistake. I thought that I would grow to like this... to forget... I thought I'd be okay." You muttered, laying there staring into nothingness. Then you looked into Lip's eyes. You sat up quickly. Your eyes were bloodshot as you yelled- "I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! I can't... I can't pretend like everything is normal!" You were completely exhausted after that, as if what you said needed to take all your energy.

Lip just- laughed? That, of all things, was his reaction. "Oh, Y/n. What we have is real. Your feelings for me-" He touched your chest, "are real." He looked at you with those eyes, the way a predator would look at its prey before devouring it completely. "Stockholm Syndrome or not, you're mine either way."

And with that, he crashed his lips onto yours. You tried to pull away, but he only pushed harder, pushing you down onto the bed once again. If your mouth wasn't already occupied, you'd be saying something like - "What was the point of taking a shower if you were still horny?!"

He then groped your boobs, squeezing them harder. Clearly, something was different. He usually doesn't start off so harshly. In fact, he wasn't really the type to inflict pain on you when he was forcing himself onto you.

"Mmm! Pef! What the hell! Get off ME!" You yelled, trying to push him away. You weren't joking when you said you were done playing his disgusting game. You were sick of feeling sorry for yourself. You knew that no one was coming to save you, so in the end, you're the only one who can save yourself. Though this only made him fight harder.

"How many times do I have to say it Y/n?!" He said as he grabbed you down harshly. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately but don't forget that you're still mine. You were always mine, from the very beginning." He then kissed you, putting all his body weight onto you to make sure you couldn't get away this time. He then moved down to your neck, biting it hard. "OW!" You screamed. "That hurts!"

He smirks, "You deserved it. In fact, why should I even help you?"

"Wha? What do you even mean by that?" You felt a little uncomfortable with his outburst.

"Well, considering how you were misbehaving earlier... You hurt my feelings. So why should I help-" He shoved a finger into you. "You prep?" He started moving his finger from inside you. You could feel his nail scratching the inside of your dried walls. You were clearly uncomfortable. "Ow. Ow. OWW! It hurts! Quite it!" You screamed the last part. It was all because he scratched your good spot a little too hard. You hated how he knew your body so well.

"Oh? If you think that hurt? Imagine how my cock would feel as I shove it into you mercilessly." He said all that whilst still pumping his finger in you as he slowly rubbed his cock.

"Please don't..." You were truly frightened this time. Without your mind being clouded up with Stockholm Syndrome, you would actually have to face reality. That this would have to be the sixth time this week that you were getting raped by your kidnapper. This thought only made you cry as he yanked your legs, spreading them open vigorously.

"Please just don't release in me." You cried as your last fighting breath was released. Now fully accepting that this will forever be your reality.

A/n

I'm so sorry if this feels small or that you wanted more detailed smutty writing, but I kind of wanted to go more in-depth with the darker part of the reader's realization that they were and forever will be in this insufferable cage. That they will never feel safe again. Also, I realized later on that I never used gendered pronouns on this, so I just ended up making it into a gender-natural thing. Lol. Anyways if this wasn't what you wanted, you can always just request again with more detail, but if it was, then I hoped you enjoyed it. 💕

#shameless #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #fanfiction #fanfic #obsessive love #stockholm syndrome #prompt list #requested #yandere themes #gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral

[yhwhsdaughter]

BODY THIEF

pairings: hisoka x fem reader x illumi

content: noncon, double penetration, threats, use of violence, minors dni !!

followed by this

“Hello, I would appreciate it if you came with us.”

As she turned, [Name] examined the person who’d spoken, her eyes trailing all over his figure. He was good-looking, enough so that she’d remember him after meeting him once.

Handsome as he was, the young woman wasn’t about to go along with a group of strangers—though she came to a quick realization that it was not an invitation, but a threat. Turning to leave, [Name] was obstructed by muscular chest. The obstacle was tall, with a mane and tanned skin; he was like a lion and she a gazelle. His hand alone could crush her head. As if reading her mind, the beast-like man cracked his knuckles, staring her down with a malicious grin. [Name] gulped.

“Guess I don’t have a choice…”

[Name]’s eyes weren’t covered nor was she restrained so she was able to see her kidnappers clearly and the place they were taking her; though this only worried her because it meant that even if [Name] escaped, they were dangerous enough to get her back.

The possibility of switching bodies with one of them was open but she figured that wouldn’t go too well with her captors, not to mention that she would be practically leaving her body as leverage.

That must be it. [Name] was average in almost everything, the only thing that highlighted her as special was her ability. The question now was… what need did they have for it?

Her silence and stiff form amused the Phantom members. Rarely did they take prisoners but most would shake and plead for their lives. She was docile and partly cooperative.

Arriving at their hideout, [Name] was sat in a creaky chair, showing no signs of surprise when Chrollo said, “I would like to know about your ability.”

She sighed, “I figured..”

Despite not being bound, she raised her hand tentatively, in case those psychos had any thoughts of hurting her.

“Why don’t I show you?”

Chrollo understood [Name]’s ability the moment she touched his shoulder. It was a unique experience to say he’d seen his own face. He now sat where their guest had been, though he was said person.

[Name] felt no shame as she backed away, grabbing the book that the male had placed on the table that separated them. “Stay back!” she flipped through the pages but hadn’t the slightest idea how to use it.

No one reacted, all of them staring at her—well, at Chrollo’s body, analyzing her like one would at an insect. Perhaps it was out of confusion or jest.

From the other side of the table stood up Chrollo; he handled her body with grace, approaching his own with an eerie calmness. It took [Name] a moment to realize that they hadn’t taken her seriously. The real reason for their lack of response was because the troupe didn’t think her a threat. It was rather insulting but [Name] had no time to feel offended for Chrollo now stood in front of her. The book snapped close as he took it from her gently.

He reached out first, interlocking fingers. To her credit, [Name] didn’t flinch away. Nothing happened though; the former was the sole controller of such ability. A second later, she released Chrollo after changing into her original body.

Because he’d gotten his book with her body, [Name] was now in possession of it. She extended a hand, placing it back in his care.

An hour passed and Chrollo failed to meet the conditions. [Name] must’ve seen through his plan. She probably figured his book was important, despite having no knowledge of it. Still, she was at their disposal.

As a manipulator and specialist, [Name] would be quite useful. A frown plagued her face, “You need access to a clown’s body?” She wondered what kind of person he must be if this group needed something from him.

With little choice, [Name] agreed to steal Hisoka’s body.

◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆ ◆:*:◇:*:◆:*:◇:*:◆

In her defense, it was dark.

[Name] had wanted to finish the job as soon as possible and in a state of panic she forgot Hisoka’s description, stealing the first person’s body she came across.

When [Name] faced a mirror her blood ran cold. This man was starkly different from her target. “Fuck fuck fuck!” How was she supposed to know there’d be someone else in the apartment?!

Sweat trickled down the man’s face due to her mishap. This was more complex than just switching bodies. Not only would it take more time, but also energy she needed. Before [Name] could try again, the sound of a door opening sent her into a silent frenzy.

With this man’s body it was easy to carry and bound her own body into a closet, shutting it just as the actual Hisoka entered. [Name] couldn’t dwell on how messed up it was to hide her body. The amount of psychological stress this was causing her…

“What took you so long?”

Hisoka’s question was met with silence. Illumi was rather serious so this lack of action wasn’t out of the norm for him, but something seemed off. Meanwhile [Name] was racking her brain on how to answer without getting her killed.

As if to test his theory, Hisoka strode to ‘Illumi’ essentially backing him onto the bed. The latter landed with a small bounce, elbows planted on the mattress to keep him propped up.

Hisoka pulled at Illumi’s pants with ease, startling [Name]. Holding onto his wrist with a hand, she fought the urge to yell in indignation, aware that it might give her away. However, she failed to hide the eyebrow twitch and annoyance in Illumi’s monotone voice as she simply said, “I’m not in the mood.”

“But ‘llumi’” he teased knowing well how much he hated that nickname. When said person failed to react, Hisoka gleefully tore at the green pants, exposing his cock. Hisoka palmed it experimentally, taking note of the twitches that impostor Illumi made.

[Name] felt herself on a rocky voyage, wondering if she should jump ship. The caresses that attacked this body sent shivers across this form. Thighs spread, the sadistic clown inserted two fingers unpromptedly. Hisoka grinned. He curved them with precision, hitting the prostate and eliciting a gasp from her. Embarrassment burned onto Illumi’s cheeks and [Name] prayed Hisoka wouldn’t see that.

“I know Illumi’s body too well.”

At this point, he’d turned [Name] on her stomach. His strength was that of a monster. With Hisoka pressed against her back, his words blew into her ear, “Whoever you are, you can stop pretending~”

“Wait!”

He hummed in response, letting this game play out a little longer. “I’m sorry! Chrollo hired me! I swear I didn’t want to! Please—!”

Ignoring her entirely, Hisoka lifted Illumi’s waist, posing his ass towards himself. A moan left the clown’s lips, “Destroying you will be orgasmic ♡ ☆”

“Fuck you mphh—” pushing Illumi’s head into the pillow, suffocating [Name] and muffling her pained screams, Hisoka entered with difficulty, as she tightened around his cock.

[Name] was turned over, Hisoka wishing to see the faces Illumi’s expressionsless mug would make. “He’s always stoic when we fuck” he told her causally as if they were two friends catching up.

Hisoka did as he pleased with her, using the blood that trickled out of Illumi’s hole as lube, his sadomasochistic tendencies clear as day. “Tell me about your ability~” he urged while [Name] struggled with the pain.

Tears pricked the eyes of the body she’d stolen, regretting everything that led to this moment. She wasn’t sure if Hisoka hated this so-called Illumi from the way he enjoyed torturing her through this form. When she failed to answer Hisoka, he grasped her neck roughly.

“Will you break?”

Teeth gritting, she managed to spit out, “I’ll fucking kill you!” which sparked joy inside the sadist, causing him to impale her harder. Moans filled the room, Hisoka’s louder. Both of them came moments later, their orgasms trigged by the brutal fucking—well, violation in [Name]’s unfortunate case.

Bruises and scratches decorated the stolen body. Although this would essentially leave [Name] with no mark, she would be unable to erase this experience from her mind, if he allowed her to live.

Exhausted beyond reason, [Name]’s vision tilted to the side, witnessing a terrifyingly expression on her true face. This could only mean—

“I would like my body back.”

It would’ve happened one way or another. A condition to [Name]’s ability was her mental and physical fortitude. With those depleted, it was inevitable that the male would free himself.

Illumi grasped her, forcing [Name] out of himself, per se. Escaping was futile, though she still tried. Hisoka caught her from behind, lifting her easily. Illumi, pulled at her previously intact pants, not minding the kicks she threw his way.

This was like meeting the troupe all over again, except a thousand times worse. [Name] never had a problem with her strength but this, this was a weakness she hated because no matter how hard she tried to fight back, it was useless against monsters like them. Individuals who wouldn’t bat an eye at her struggle.

“You motherfuckers!!!”

The two men slid inside her, Hisoka silencing [Name] with a violent kiss—shoving his tongue inside her mouth, his moans releasing vibrations that otherwise would’ve felt good. He tasted her shamelessly.

In contrast, Illumi was more silent though there was a small break from his stoicism. Pussy sex felt different than anal. It was a whole new experience for him, causing him to cum fast in [Name].

Her lovely eyes widened, fear infested her to the brim. Biting Hisoka’s tongue so he would pull away, [Name] tried, once again, to twist from them but the men had decided that this seemingly unbreakable toy (for now) would be theirs. She must be special, for no person had taken them both until today.

The two leaned over, biting each side of her neck simultaneously, marking her true body for the first time that night.

#hisoka x reader #rat bastards #hisoka marrow #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x y/n #illumi x reader #illumi x you #illumi x hisoka #hisoka x you #hisoka x y/n #hisoka x illumi #hxh hisoka #hxh chrollo #hxh #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere hisoka #yandere illumi #yandere hunter x hunter

[kyokasuiigetsu]

They did Orihime so dirty in the anime. They left everything out and turned her into the damsel in distress trope and that is just not what happened at all. Like, yes she had almost no offensive power in the beginning, and she is the defacto healer, but her character development in the manga is so good and so glaringly obvious and in your face. I literally dont know how people dislike her. Orihime is actually one of the best and most multifaceted nuanced characters ever, and she doesnt get enough love or credit for everything she did for Ichigo (and by extension soul society and their friends) without question. Unwavering loyalty, even when they questioned if she had gone to Hueco Mundo of her own volition, after the soul society arc wanting to get stronger so she can protect everyone too, so she doesnt have to look at Ichigo's back while he protects her, so they can fight shoulder to shoulder, even though she cant fathom the enemy that they're going up against, even though Tatsuki gets her soul damn near sucked out, even though Chad's arm gets ripped off right in front of her eyes and all she does is immediately step forward to use her powers to reject and reverse his injury. She watches Chad get his arm ripped clean off and then tries to fight against a monster 8 times her size, because she doesnt want to buy time until Ichigo arrives anymore, she wants to fight too! We dont acknowledge that she is a 15 year old girl being threatened with the lives of all the people she cares about if she doesnt accompany Ulquiorra to Hueco Mundo, and this girl has no family left, her friends are her family. Her absolute unshakable faith that at least Ichigo, if not all of their friends would come for her no matter the risk. (Six hearts will beat as one) WHY DOES NO ONE FUCKING TALK ABOUT THE MOMENT SHE IS HAVING HER OWN POWER SPECULATED ON BY AIZEN, SHE REALIZES IF HER POWER IS THE ABILITY TO REJECT PHENOMENA, THAT SHE IS GOING TO TRY AND DESTROY THE HOGYOKU BY REJECTING ITS VERY EXISTENCE? THAT IS ONE OF THE MOST GIRLBOSS MOVES IN ALL EXISTING MEDIA. We dont talk about how fucking down for Ichigo she is in that moment in his fight with Grimmjow, when she is afraid of him, afraid of the hollow inside him, afraid that he will be lost to it like her big brother was and have his soul consumed, about how the second she decided he was still Ichigo, and he always would be that Ichigo was able to pull out the win. We dont talk about how the boy she loved got murdered right in front of her eyes by her kidnapper and manipulator, and in that moment calling out for him to protect her was more powerful than death. Ichigo was only able to use his hollow powers like that without losing himself (and he almost did) to them BECAUSE it was at Orihime's explicit request. Orihime deserves everything, she is the ultimate ride or die and not just for Ichigo, for everyone she cares about, and even for the people who dont deserve it. She healed those two arrancar women who were beating her to a pulp after Grimmjow busted in and ripped them apart, one even called her a monster as she was healing her because she didnt understand how Orihime could be so selfless in the face of such violence directed at her. She calls Orihime a monster because she herself is a monster and cant understand someone like Orihime that will help anyone with no bias just because it's the right thing to do. Orihime is literally the best fucking character and you cannot change my mind. So much of BLEACH is about the words, the feeling, the symbolism, and Orihime brings something to BLEACH that despite all the amazing dialogue and intense feelings and amazing battles, other characters at their best just don't bring to the series for me. She was the most underpowered, uninformed character just thrown into the middle of a literal supernatural war all because she wanted to do the right thing and help her friends and the boy she loved.

#wow #i am sorry #rant over #but seriously #orihime is such a bad bitch #she is everything to me #her character development in the manga compared to the anime is just #bleach #bleach manga #orihime inoe #ichigo kurosaki #manga vs anime #aizen sousuke #ulquiorra #tite kubo knew what he was doing #studio perriot didnt know shit #inoue orihime

[diableasura]

Hawks has the potential to be the greatest kidnapper of all time and he pulled 76 people out of a building while manipulating each feather individually.

There's an anime scene where he dodges bullets and out speeds men with guns. He's faster than Endeavor, Deku, and Bakugo. He's explicitly faster than people with super speed quirks.

This manga loves for people to forget their capabilities for dramatic effect. The story nerfs or buffs people according to whatever the narrative needs at the moment.

For example, Compress was able to marble HIMSELF in the forest camp arc. Later, we see him tear his own body apart to escape his bindings and this ability is nowhere to be found.

Hawks killing Twice was one of the most ridiculous scenes in the manga because he didn't even have to talk to him. He could have kicked this guy's head in and knocked him out before he could react, and been out of there.

We saw him do this to a flasher! It takes Hawks zero effort to knock humans out. He doesn't even have to look at them.

imgur.com/a/9vNxGAn

Twice doesn't have anything that gives him extra durability and he'd go down like anyone else would. Literally the exact same sneak attack Hawks did to him in canon could have been designed to knock him out rather than cut up his muscles so Hawks could insult him, taunt him, and then give the most unconvincing recruitment speech ever.

So the guy intentionally dragged this out for an absurd song and dance to try to half assedly convince him? Why?

Anything he needed to say to Jin could have been done in a cell when Twice woke up again.

Assuming Hawks took Jin down cleanly and abducted him, he may have even been able to come back to try and take out another League member.

Like Dabi. Hawks could do some real damage if he got the drop on him. Or forget Dabi. He could have went after Himiko or Compress and left Dabi to someone who isn't weak against him.

That's the frustrating part of discourse about this.

Everyone just takes the story at face value and ignores what we've seen people do before.

This plan was stupid. Hawks is stupid. The entire situation was contrived. None of it should have happened based on who we know Hawks to be and what he's capable of, but because the author wanted to create a situation in which Hawks killed Twice, it happens this way.

It reminds me of the Zack Snyder Superman movie Man Of Steel where the author wrote Superman into a corner specifically so that he'd need to kill a guy who was about to laser eye beam a family.

So Superman snaps his neck.

He later asked "What else could he have done?"

Well, he could have gouged out his eyes, or broken the lower part of his spine, or repeatedly slammed the guy's head into the ground. He could have choked him until he lost consciousness, or dragged him under water and held him under the surface until he passed out.

All of these are a lot less lethal than snapping a guy's neck and show the character attempting to keep to his no kill policy.

We go from something 100% fatal to something that has the potential to be fatal but could not be. While still allowing him to achieve his objective.

It wraps around to Hawks again. If he was really so worried about Twice's potential danger, why wasn't his first action to chop off the guy's hands?

Overhaul got his arms ripped off and he couldn't use his power. It's known that Twice's power was in is hands.

Maiming someone is bad, but it's not as bad as murder.

This whole thing had the most limp dicked ending ever. The guy murders someone on live TV and no one gives a shit. His wings don't get burned off despite Tokoyami exclaiming that, once again showing that Dabi's not worth shit when it comes to actually killing or harming named characters. And then his character becomes about being Endeavor's hype man. He, a kid who lived with an abusive father, also does not care about his idol being an abuser.

I'm not asking for a conga line of everyone shaming these guys, but at least we could get a scene of them wanting to sit with other hero characters at the cafeteria and then everyone standing up and sitting down at a different table.

Maybe Burnin' tells Endeavor that she and the rest of the sidekicks are quitting after the war is over, because she doesn't even know who her boss is anymore.

This is what you'd see in an episode of Law and Order. Why have events happen if they mean nothing and don't lead to anything?

What's Tokoyami think about this? We don't see it. He still loves Hawks. Would Tokoyami kill a person? The story doesn't care much about Tokoyami, but it would be nice if he and Hawks discussed this.

If he doesn't think Hawks did anything wrong, would have have done the same thing in his shoes?

I feel sorry for anyone who liked Hawks. It must be painful to watch how they massacred your boy.

You covered almost everything i have issues with when it comes to hawks vs twice and the lack of relevant consequences after the first war arc.

All the people arguing that hawks had to kill twice because they can't fathom their fav actually doing something morally reprehensible is already bad enough but it becomes so much worse when, as you said, in one of his first scenes in the manga Hawks knocks a guy unconscious with his wings without even looking at him.

I read the war arc chapters as they came out weekly and when the chapter where hawks killed twice dropped i was obviously devastated and very sad for twice, but i was also so excited for what this would mean for hawks' character in the future cause at the time everyone foolishly believed horikoshi actually had something interesting to say with his character. It's obvious now he didn't.

I said it before but Hawks' story perfectly mirrors mha's story as a whole: it started out posing very interesting questions about the morality of hero society and its insidious inner workings which were covered up by a shining facade of flawlessness, but it ended up abandoning all those questions in favor of a more simplistic, easy and frankly underwhelming conclusion.

I'll never get tired of saying Hawks is a wasted character and most of his fans only like a fanon version of him they've read on ao3 cause they can't stomach the fact that he was robbed of his arc and given a horrible conclusion as endeavors bootlicker.

#bnha ask #ask #mha ask #hawks #bnha critical

[konigsblog]

ughhh you totally have me in love with kidnapper!konig but i was wondering how he’d manage to get you to fall in love with him? just persistence or some more malicious & manipulative undertones,,,

and any kidnapper!soap?

tw: toxic relationship, kidnapping, manipulation, noncon, pervy behaviour, murder, tell me i missed anything. 🎀

definitely manipulation.

at first, you thought you were just friends, nothing more. you were aware about könig's “small” crush on you, but you didn't expect it to be so depraved and desperate. he's malicious, he'll ruin your relationships with others, murder them and bury their bodies, their cases never solved and always closed without an answer. he knows how it affects you — how it's breaking you! but he's only bringing you two together, getting rid of all competition like he should...

he finds himself craving and longing for your love more though. he doesn't feel like himself without you, feeling depressed without your presence. this honestly leads to him staying over at your house more, humping and breathing down your neck whilst you sleep, eyes wide and blown out as he palms his hard, throbbing boner over his sweatpants. könig's dick leaks, leaving a mess of his boxers. looks like he'll just have to go commando, sneakily trying to slip it inside, playing ot off as an “accident”...

‘til he can't stand being depressed and invites you over to his house instead of going over to yours, where he drugs you, tied up. whilst you're going to pass out, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, he manipulates you, telling you that you'll be safe, that he's protecting you. society is dangerous, my dear.

don't you want to see him happy, mauschen? :(

he'll probably ignore your attempts at bringing up the conversations, before eventually locking you in the basement because of your numerous escape attempts!! just obey him, dear... 🩸

#orla speaks #tw kidnapping #tw: noncon #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #konig cod #cod konig #konig smut #konig #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #könig #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #cod könig #könig fanfiction #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #male yandere

[mikuni14]

The Sign - Ep 12

If you are a fan of The Sign and enjoyed the last episode, please do not read any further. Believe it or not, I don't want my negative opinion to affect your good mood 🤗

Okay, so I hated the finale 😆 The series ended exactly as I feared it would. With what was also the worst thing about the Last Twilight finale and why I hated CharlieBabe's relationship: namely, when one person call the shots in the relationship, makes all the decisions on their own, including the most drastic ones, and lies to the other a person "for their own good", and the series shows this as something positive and romantic. I hate these tropes, i.e. forced separations, fake deaths, making decisions for two without talking about it, and noble sacrifice without informing the other person about it. I hate showing it in a romantic light as the ultimate proof of love because it IS NOT proof of love. This only proves that 1) you don't trust the other person, 2) you don't believe that he or she is a rightful member of your relationship 3) you don't believe that you can talk to this person, that this person will help you, advise you, support you 4) you subconsciously question their intellectual and emotional abilities 5) you think that this person needs to be babied and you are the only adult in this relationship 6) this person does not deserve to make a decision in their OWN CASE, their OWN LIFE. Tharn decided to "save" Phaya and grandma by leaving with Chalathorn, he made the decision thinking what was best for them, but never considering IF THEY WANTED IT. The sight of grandma fainting, and later clutching her heart and losing strength as Phaya cries in the hospital scene, the sight of Phaya's utter despair as he is unable to function normally, go to work, live, who spends every waking moment looking for Tharn - yes, THIS is it the "life" that Tharn had so nobly sacrificed for. THARN NEVER EVEN THOUGHT TO ASK PHAYA AND GRANDMA IF THAT'S WHAT THEY WANTED. HE MADE THE DECISION FOR THEM, LIED TO THEM UNTIL THE LAST MOMENT AND LEFT THEM ALONE TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES.

What I ABSOLUTELY HATE is that Tharn has NEVER even wavered in his decision, even though Phaya MANY TIMES, including on their last night, tells him, begs him not to leave him and to trust him, that Phaya will always be by his side. And I also ABSOLUTELY HATE the fact that when Tharn returns, Phaya tries to explain to him how hard it was for him, what a traumatic experience it was for him, and Tharn doesn't even let him finish. How can I support such an unequal relationship? How could I trust Tharn if I were Phaya? Our Dating Sim showed how such separations affect people's mental health. However, Lee Wan realizes this and when Shin Ki Tae breaks down, he lets him talk about his fear and then comforts him. And he doesn't shut him up.

I admit I lost it when Tharn said to Phaya and Doc "Please stop killing each other" lmao what? Are you equating your boyfriend who had to fight for his life and the guy who tries to kill him in every incarnation, including when he is still a child? What about this sick symmetry? 😆 Of course, nothing compares to the fact that Tharn stayed with Chalathorn for a whole year because he felt sorry for him, while his grandmother (the heart-clutching one, you know which one) may have had a heart attack, and both she and Phaya are in agony and losing their health ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I loved Tharn, he was my favorite character in The Sign. And in the end he became the worst.

What was really funny was that in the end, NOTHING depended on Tharn and Phaya, it was Chalathorn - a murderer, manipulator and kidnapper - who made them happy 😄 And finally, they even thanked him and Phaya promised him to take care of Tharn, as if the doctor were the father of the lovely girl, who was being given away for marriage. Just kill me now 👌 Their love turned out to be completely pointless, because everything was decided by CHALATHORN, and everything related to their relationship took place offscreen and was actually a result of coincidence. Chalathorn even gave life to Tharn, gave him his soul. Thus proving that Phaya was useless to Tharn. Amazing 👌 Their love is based on fear, death, and separations and making the same mistakes, instead of taking action together, trust, faithfulness to each other, and mutual support. In their relationship, only Phaya makes an effort, I stopped feeling Tharn's love a long time ago. Tharn has always just surrendered to what is BAD happening around him (because Tharn/Wansa always surrenders to Chalathorn, not relies on Phaya/Garuda). The worst thing is that Tharn from the beginning of the series WAS NOT LIKE THAT 😤

THE POINT OF THIS SERIES WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THAT THIS TIME PHAYA AND TAHRN WOULD OVERCOME KARMA TOGETHER. They were to break this cycle with precise instructions from the abbot. Not only did they not overcome it, but they repeated it exactly to the letter. This raises the question: what was the point of all this, if Phaya and Tharn repeated the cycle of love, despair and death and got out of it thanks to someone else's decision? Is this a series then… about Chalathorn? 😂 HOW CAN I SUPPORT THIS RELATIONSHIP AND BELIEVE IN THIS LOVE WHEN ULTIMATELY NOTHING DEPENDED ON THEM AND THEY DID NOTHING TO SAVE THEMSELVES AND SAVE THIS LOVE. Oh, by "they" I meant Tharn.

What else was weird:

how is it that Doc is suddenly so sacrificial and willing to let Tharn go when he was willing to destroy his own soul just to kill Phaya and take Tharn like 5 min ago???

where are the Chart scenes? Khem and Thongthai?

random scene with Phaya's sister and Dao who is in France? Anyone interested in this?? So there was time for THIS, but not for Chalathorn and Tharn?

The finale otherwise had no emotional impact in the most important scenes:

Tharn joined the police to solve the mystery of his father's death, Akk had his entire agenda in this matter. However, after the killer is arrested (with Chalatorn's help lol) it doesn't feel like it has any major impact on either of them

Chart almost died. He didn't even deserve a single scene with Akk, who would thank him or just talk to him (I don't care about it, just to close this thread)

Khem almost died. We only see him once more after that. He's fine 🤷‍♀️

there are no scenes of Tharn reuniting with Yai, grandmother, or even the abbot

the sex scene is boring, repetitive, with weird music at the beginning that doesn't match the mood, the sight of them kneeling on the bed with pixelated butts, their dicks touching, with their pants around their knees is nothing but ridiculous. The whole scene is overshadowed by the fact that Tharn is lying to Phaya, that he's giving him something nice before he leaves (pity fuck) and taking fond memories with him (selfish fuck), and basically we all know it's a goodbye fuck. That is, everyone knows except Phaya, who, like Babe and Mhok, is oblivious at this point and happy to have it all taken away from him by someone he loves.

Actually, the last time this show was nice was when they still called each other bolster and jellyfish 😄 Also, if I'm not mistaken, all but one of the flashbacks in this episode were from episodes 1-5, plus the sex scene from ep. 7. Because back then the series was still good and it was about PhayaTharn. How could such a perfect series fuck up so much?

What was good about the finale? Just like in Last Twilght: the hets. Thank you Yai for being there and maintaining your integrity from start to finish 💖

To sum up:

I love The Sign ep 1-5 and the pink scene

I don't like The Sign ep 8-11

I hate the finale (I won't even write about how two weeks ago the finale with an unhappy ending was shown for free for peasants, and for money you could watch the finale with a good ending lol).

Everything that was wrong with The Sign is summed up in these words:

LMAAAAAOOOOOOO 😂😂😂

#the sign the series #bl drama #thai bl

[spooky-something]

WARNING;

we're about to seriously yap and put out some hot fucking takes about Phantom of the Opera, so if you're sensitive to that/don't wanna hear that, scroll.

We finally finished POTO, and what I can say; hot take; This is a fucking nightmare that just DOESN'T deserve the fame it has. It's awful . /Hj The writing itself is okay, it can be really good at times, but I hate the way it's framed; having Leroux litteraly self insert himself as the narrator, which could've worked, but for me, it just doesn't. It would've been great, had that narrator not litteraly been himself, but because it's him, it not only takes away from the realism he tried to built via this, but also comes ass as SUPER, SUPER annoying at times. The story itself is just cluttered, way too cluttered; the unnecessary details, events, attempts at shifting narratives that could've been better done/explained quickly and more efficiently, it's a lot. Some examples are the "Rat Catcher"; entirely unnecessary additional, why the fuck was he even there (It was so bad, we started cackling mid class because it was so fucking random)???? Or the random "apparition" added, again, for no reason. None of these were mentioned before, nor explained whatsoever; the "apparition" litteraly being wrote off by LEROUX HIMSELF as "something I cannot explain". Which, in my opinion, is extremely stupid. I don't care if it's for the "mystery factor", because, considering there was already far too much going on, and plenty of OTHER mystery elements, adding something just because with no purpose was and IS obnoxious. All it does it make the story you're trying to tell more convoluted, which was exactly what we felt while reading. Yet, the MAIN issue, the characters, and by extension, the message Leroux is so DESPERATELY trying to convey with them. I am going to say the hottest fucking take known to man; I fucking DESPISE Erik, and litteraly, ONLY kept reading because of the fact I knew he'd die at the end, and I wanted that satisfaction (was so disappointed his death was so vague and lame...). I understand why people can feel bad, at least, PARTIALLY, but the amount of fucking love and DEFENDING I see for him is ACTUALLY INSANE. Erik is

A. A fucking murderer

B. A stalker

C. An abuser

D. A manipulator (And, gaslighter, by extension)

E. A thief

F. An (ALMOST) terrorist (litteraly tried to blow up the entire opera)

G. A liar

H. A kidnapper

And

I (This stands for:). An incel (This one's more of a "joke", as the rest are all litteraly book canon, but he is literally an incel; he checks all the boxes), and yet, people out pour him with support; the amount of apologists is crazy. I've even seen people compare him to THE CREATURE (Frankenstein) which is just NOT CORRECT AT ALL???? They have similarities, yeah, but the amount of differences is insane.

1. Erik is a litteral millionaire (Yeah, I did the math for the amount of francs he got then for American dollars, now, and it was at LEAST, like 2 million...)

2. Erik IS human, biologically; yeah, he was treated differently, but he still had the COMFORT of knowing he was a human, that he was, in at least some form compared to the Creature "natural"

3. Erik was raised by his family (yes, they were abusive, and I'm not saying they weren't, but he HAD PARENTS, AND AN EDUCATION; I think, idar if he was educated or not, but my point still stands: he had a family)

4. Erik, despite the novel trying so hard to say otherwise, was HIGHLY respected; HE LITERALLY WORKED WITH ROYALTY????

5. Erik HAD FRIENDS???? Once more, not only did he work with royalty, he had the Persian/Daroga, which, again, despite how much the novel tries to say otherwise, was very clearly a friend; very clearly someone who DID care about him (if he didn't, why would he save his life even AFTER LITTERALY TORTURING PEOPLE???)

6. Erik, AGAIN, is denied humanity nearly as much as it's painted; he litteraly mentions how he wanted to be normal, and so, applied for a normal ass construction job at the Opera, AND GOT IT NO QUESTIONS ASKED???

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