#tw: implied kidnapping

[dcxdpdabbles]

Clark: Mr. Wayne, can I ask some questions for the Daily Planet? Bruce: Certainly, especially for a reporter as handsome as you, Mr.-? Clark: Clark Kent. Bruce: A name as lovely as the man. Fitting. What questions do you have? Clark: There have been hundreds, if not thousands, of paranormal incidents reported within the Gotham Clock Tower, built and owned by your family. Do you believe these rumors have any weight? Bruce: You mean the legend of the Ghost Boy? Well, it's an interesting story, but in all the years I've been inside the clock tower, I've never seen the famous Phantom. Of course, I also haven't been inside it often, as my Grandfather closed it to the public due to safety concerns, and that included my family. Clark: Then you think that nothing is inside the tower? Bruce: I think the paranormal is real, especially with aliens like Superman being real, but I genuinely believe the Gotham Clock Tower ghost is just an old wives' tale. Clark: Hmm. Including the Lure? Bruce: Yes, including the Lure. As any Gothamite can tell you, the legend states Phantom's singing lures children into the Tower to never be seen again. Children are cautioned not to walk near the Tower after sunset or fall victim to the Lure, but I visited the Tower multiple times as a child, and many other children did too. It's often a dare Gothamites do as teenagers, practically a rite of passage. Clark: Quite a dare. Bruce smiling: It keeps things lively. You know how kids are. They claim they aren't scared, but everyone who does the dare is shaking in their boots. Clark: On the topic of those dares: What are your thoughts on recent rumors claiming that the string of missing teenagers are victims of Phantom? Bruce: I know Batman has made a statement, indirectly, since Commissioner Gordon was the one at the press conference - that he believes Phantom is behind this, but there is just no proof. Personally, I would rather a real detective investigate the missing cases than a man who hides behind masks. Even if Superman agrees with Batman. Clark: You don't seem to be much of a Batman fan. Bruce laughing: You seem to be one. I can tell I upset you with my opinion of him, but really, I think Batman is worthless and necessarily violent. He only punches at the problems but doesn't seem to fight for a better life quality in Gotham, and that's where crime really comes from. Clark is annoyed: Batman risks his life for this city. Bruce: You risk your life walking through the city. But I digress, if people want to believe Batman's warning of Phantom waking to kidnap teenagers, well, that's their opinion. Clark: Thank you for your time, Mr. Wyane. I'm sure many Gothamites will agree with a man as knowledgeable as you. Bruce: Thank you! And hey, if you're inclined in the same gender, I'm free this- Clark: Good day, Mr. Wayne. Tim watching Clark leave: What was the point of that? Bruce: Kent has a sway over the public; if he writes to take the warning seriously, then the people will listen. How was the stakeout? Tim: Oh, there is definitely something in the Tower. Its glowing green eyes locked with mine six different times, no matter how much I moved on the roofs. I was far away enough that Lure couldn't reach me, but I did hear a faint singing in the wind. Phantom is back. Bruce: Then tonight, we contact Zatana and John. That thing is going to give the kids back.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Christmas Bells

Pairing: Dark Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: It’s your first Christmas with Bakugo and he makes sure it’s memorable. 

WARNINGS: Kidnapped reader; Implied Noncon/Abuse; Minor violence. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback 😊 Merry Christmas!

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There’s a knock on the bathroom door, your name being called less than a moment later. 

“One minute!”

Suffocating back the sobs that insist on freeing themselves, your fingers desperately reach to wipe away the warm, sad tears that refuse to stop. You sniff, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the gross snot that clings to your nose. 

Looking in the mirror for a quick check turns out to be a mistake. Deep under eyes circles, runny nose, red puffy eyes - you look awful.

Even more when you compare your ugly crying face with the red and yellow soft cotton Christmas pajamas you’ve been coerced into wearing, the one Bakugo is matching.  

Couple pajamas, he had grumbled when giving you the box. Because it’s your first ever Christmas together and he wants it to be memorable. Special. 

Special for him yet a nightmare for you. 

The last couple days have been hell. Bakugo’s been unbearable to deal with, having taken a week off of the hero duty just so he can spend quality time with you. You fervently wish he hadn’t.

Every moment spent by his side makes you uneasy and anxious, constantly walking on egg-shells as you await for the bomb that Bakugo is to set off.

Truth be told, you don’t want to spend time with him. You simply want nothing to do with him. He has a special way to become abhorrently overwhelming. 

Forced to play house with a delusional Pro-Hero isn’t what you want. 

You don’t want to wake bunched up in the suffocating embrace of his arms as his thick cock forces itself inside you.

You don’t want to set up the Christmas tree with him, pretending to care every time he asks you where do you want each fucking shiny ornament to be.

You don’t want him to kiss you like you’re his everything - like you’re a happy loving couple that has just assembled their first Christmas tree together.

You don’t want to play the role of a diligent girlfriend that peels off vegetables, sets up the dining table and washes the dishes and yet you do all of these tasks, knowing otherwise you’ll receive nothing but a nasty backhand and a speech on being a ungrateful brat, something that will sour both of your moods for the rest of the day. 

You don’t want to-

There’s a harder knock on the door. 

“Hey, you died in there or what?” 

Tilting your face up, your eyes lock into the ceiling at the same time as you take in a deep breath that does little to calm your nerves. You’re so tired, so fucking exhausted. Can’t even spend five fucking minutes without the asshole hunting you down. 

Knowing you have less than 60 seconds till Bakugo gets angry or worried enough to break down the bathroom door, something you’d like to avoid given it’s the only door in the apartment that has a lock, you reluctantly drag your feet to the door. 

Bakugo pushes the door forward as soon as you turn the lock open, entering the bathroom as he takes a good look at you, fixing his glare at your red eyes, still moist from your latest crying session. 

“What took you so damn long?” his question resembles an accusation, and you don’t miss the way his eyes dart around the bathroom, looking for whatever proof of an imaginary escape plan or so. 

“Nothing, was just washing my hands.” you lie, offering a placating smile. Bakugo nods, although distrust is still evident in his face but if there’s one thing you’ve learned is that suspicion is like a second nature to him.

Perhaps you deserve it but now, after almost 7 months after your last failed escape attempt, you’d think you’d been able to earn some trust. 

“C’mon, let’s go.” 

His hand reaches for yours, hot and firm as he always is, and you follow his lead as he takes you back to the living room. Confusion rattles your mind and you look up at Bakugo as he makes you settle on the couch by his side. 

“Hum…” you hesitate, lips parting as the blonde man lays his heavy arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, “...I thought-” 

“Huh?” he doesn’t bother looking at you, busy fumbling with the TV’s remote control. He skips movie after movie till he finally settles at one of the Home Alone movies. A Christmas classic, you think. 

“I mean, isn’t it past bedtime?” A glance towards the digital watch on the wall reveals it’s  five minutes till bedtime. Surprising and shocking at the same time, as never once did he let you - or him - to stay up till this late. “I thought the curfew was nine thirty?” 

“Will you shut up and just watch the damn movie?” he snaps. You seal your lips tight after that, face immediately whipped to the front to stare at the cinematic 34-foot TV although you pay little attention to it. 

Awkward silence reigns as you watch the movie.

Nostalgia hits you hard as the movie carries on, your mind wandering through old dusty memories. You as a child, watching this exact movie curled in between your parents, laughing your ass off at the on-screen shenanigans. Simpler and happier times.

A dull pain stabs your heart at the thought of your family. How are they coping with the fact that their daughter went missing so many months ago, not even a single clue to her case. 

A part of you wonders how Christmas is going to be celebrated back in your home country, if your mom is planning to leave a sock for you in the fireplace, as she always has or if your dad is finally gonna buy that gift you had not to subtly begged for Christmas all those months ago…

Your nails dig deep into the back of your hand, a microscopic attempt to keep the tears from spilling as your eyes begin to burn. You can’t fucking cry - you reprimand yourself - if you cry, Bakugo is gonna be upset. If Bakugo gets upset, then you’ll have to deal with the consequences. And you don’t want that. 

“It’s Christmas.” his deep voice breaks out the silence, so random and unexpected you’re not even sure he said anything. He keeps his face straight forward, locked into the screen, even as you’re under the impression that he’s paying as much attention to the movie as you are. 

Bakugo sighs, finally looking at you and you don’t like how his red eyes pierce right through you, leaving you helpless and naked under his gaze. Like he can read every single emotion that boils inside you.

“It’s Christmas.” he repeats, voice softening. “First Christmas together, I mean.” 

“Yeah.” you stiffly reply. 

“Besides, we gotta wait till midnight so you can open your gifts.” he adds, pointing a finger towards the lit up Christmas tree, where some packages wrapped in red paper lay by its base.

A side of you feels curious about them, but another part warns you that nothing good ever comes with Bakugo. When did he ever give you something that is free of restrictions? 

“I didn’t get you anything.” 

“Huh?” 

“I don’t have a gift for you.” you explain. 

It’s a silly statement, although evident. You spend all day caged in his heavily-secured apartment with no way of leaving, no matter how much you’ve asked for it, and the few online shopping you’re allowed to do is on Bakugo’s laptop with the blonde man hunched over your shoulder, eagle-eyes following every purchase of yours. 

Bakugo shrugs off his broad shoulders, seemingly unbothered. 

Lacking the strength to further keep up with the pointless conversation you leave it at that. After a few minutes, the film fails to maintain your interest and soon you start drifting into a calm slumber, eyes drowsily slipping closed and barely aware of when Bakugo re-positions you so that your head lays onto the comfortable muscle of his bicep. 

Just a small nap, you sleepily think… 

“Hey, wake the hell up.” 

There’s an annoying tug at your arm. 

“Wake up, it’s time.” 

“Hm?”

Opening your eyes proves to be a difficult task with your eyelids awfully heavy. You yawn, sleep coating your features. 

Bakugo is no longer sitting by your side, but is bent in front of you, occupying all of your vision field. 

“It’s Christmas, already.” 

That certainly catches your attention, hands pushing against the couch to leverage you into a standing position. 

“Oh.” 

The clock marks exactly midnight and you stare at it, empty-minded. For a moment, you believe none of this is real, that you’ve imagined everything.

Any moment now, your family is going to start cheering and hugging you, felicitations and merry christmas’s being thrown around while everyone exchanges their gifts. 

Instead, reality hits you like a brick thrown to your face in the form of Bakugo’s squeezing hug, your face being pressed against his toned chest. 

“C’mon, let’s open your gifts.” he drags you to the tree, sitting on the wooden floor with his legs crossed as he pulls you into his lap, heavy arms immediately caging you in. 

“Start with that one.” Bakugo nudges a box with a rectangular shape to your way. 

It’s a bit heavy but as soon as your fingers reach for it, you immediately figure out it’s a book. 

As you unwrap the paper from the book, Bakugo squirms and pushes you a bit backwards, so your back meets his brawny chest.  

The cover of the book shows him - well, Dynamight portrayed in a comic artstyle.

“Dynamight’s Explosive Adventures” 

“It’s a comic book. Part of the new merch.” he slowly says. "Hasn't been released yet, and I warned the jerk editor that it can’t be published until my girl gives it her approval.”

You are surprised to learn how much Bakugo cared about your approval and opinion. A pleasant surprise and warmth rises to your cheeks. 

“That’s… really sweet.” you comment as Bakugo gives your neck a small peck. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he brushes it off, “Just make sure to read that quickly.”

“Okay.” you almost sing the word out. You hesitate for a moment. “Thanks.”

The atmosphere feels strangely lighter, happier. It’s silly to feel like this when it’s something so small, so insignificant.

Still, you can’t stop the little smile that tugs the corners of your lips as you open the remaining presents: a shiny golden hand bracelet that Katsuki immediately fastens it down your wrist, a lip oil collection that you vaguely remember being on your wishlist. 

All of them are just nice presents and you wonder if you were being a bit too dramatic about it earlier. 

Reaching for the last one, Bakugo practically throws the small box into your hands, his chin resting heavily on your shoulder, his breathing obnoxiously heavy in your ears but you don’t dare to complain.

His arms tighten around your waist for a moment and you wonder if he’s nervous about this one. 

You receive your answer soon enough, heart dropping to your stomach as soon as you open the velvet black box, revealing an elegant ring inside.

A diamond encrusted ring band, to be exact. A engagement ring. 

No. 

Oh God, please no.

All of your jovial carefree behavior vanishes into thin air as Bakugo takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto your annular finger and you wince when he pushes it down with a brutish strength until the overly small ring finally sits at the base of your finger. 

“Mrs. Katsuki Bakugo.” you can practically hear a satisfied grin behind those words.

That's all it takes for the dam that's inside your eyes to burst into miserable pitiful tears. From behind you, Bakugo growls - all traces of relaxation now gone - replaced by anger as he violently tugs your arm behind, forcing your body to face him.  

“No. No fucking tears.” his tone is harsh, and he takes it upon himself to swipe his big thumbs against your cheeks, cleaning up the endless fountain of water that your eyes have become.

Your hands weakly attempt to push him away, never meeting success in putting distance between your bodies as he immediately clutches your wrists. 

“I…Bakugo, I don’t want to-”

His lips capture your wobbling ones into a fervent, boiling kiss. His palm is large enough to cover the back of your head, stopping you from pulling away from the kiss. You’re trapped under his powerful strength, as you always have. You’re so stupid for fooling yourself into something that was never the reality. 

He kisses you with all of his ravenous, destructive passion until you’re nothing more than a limp body, until all signs of pathetic rebellion have left your body but not your mind. Your throat dries when his burning lips move to suck little spots on the sensitive skin of your neck, too many sharp teeth involved.

Your whole body itching to squirm away from him but somehow you manage to stay as immobile as a statue. You can only cry your eyes out. You’re weak, you’re pathetic, you’re-

“You asked ‘bout my gift, right?” his voice booms in your ear and you yelp as Bakugo pushes you down to the floor, crawling on top of you like the dangerous predator he is. His calloused hands already reaching for your pajama pants.

“You can fucking give it to me in nine months.” 

[hunterwritesstuff]

Alt yandere Cesar x fem reader (romantic plz)

You got it! Lucky for you, I've been brushing up on writing yanderes! >:D

Tw: Implied kidnapping, yandere behavior.

📞 So uh. Be ready to never be able to leave your house again.

📞 Because this Alternate? Has his sights fucking SET ON YOU AND HE WILL GET YOU, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

📞 He doesn't understand your screams and wails to let you go, he just wanted to get his princess!

📞 If anyone tries to get close to you or tries to rescue you, they either get affected with M.A.D, or get taken out by Cesar himself.

📞 Yeah.

📞 HE KNOWS HOW TO PHYSICALLY HURT PEOPLE NOW.

📞 AND HE KNOWS HOW TO KILL PEOPLE NOW.

📞 He got his hands dirty with Mark, he's not afraid to do so again.

📞 If they were a close friend, he tells you it was an accident or they tried attacking him.

📞 I mean, really! Cesar DOES look VERY scary! It's not too unbelievable!

📞 He just attacked them to protect himself! And you!

📞 He just wants to keep the two of you safe!

📞 He's fairly controlling, trying to keep your contact with people outside as minimal as possible.

📞 You don't need other people!

📞 You have him!

📞 He's good enough for you!

📞 You'll get used to it anyways.

📞 Because no matter what you say, he isn't letting you go.

📞 He tries to get you to stop crying-you'll dehydrate yourself!

📞 He'll try his best-his oh-so-best-to get you to stay calm around him.

📞 He's sensitive to loud noises, you know. You're being QUITE rude screaming at him.

📞 When he initially took you, he made sure to take any pets you have, as he sees them as your fur babies.

📞 He gets frustrated at your constant screams and cries. In his WHOLE TIME of taking care of you, not ONCE have you said "I love you" back to him or in his presence. Why can't you just say those three words? They're easy to say, just SAY THEM.

📞 If you don't say "I love you" to him at some point within like, two or three months, he starts taking away some of your privileges.

📞 Good luck entertaining yourself with reading if you take longer than that to tell him.

📞 If/when you eventually tell him "I love you", he's on cloud nine. See?! See?! He was right! You WERE made for each other! You just needed a push to see it!!

📞 Unfortunately, afterwards, your chances of leaving the house are still minimal, as he's not quite sure if you're being genuine yet.

📞 Basically, you're stuck with him until he gives the go-ahead to leave the house, and even then, he'll ask you take a small piece of him with you, just to make sure you're safe.

📞 Besides, you wouldn't leave!

"Would you?"

Hope ya enjoy! :D This was really fun to work out lol

[madmanwonder]

(Ask, yandare au, crossover au)

Makoto, is it safe to say that any ladies are thinking about giving you a valentine should be worrying about crossing paths with Yor Briar, Maki Harukawa, and Ellen Joe?

"I don't know what you are talking about? I am certain that Yor-san, Maki-san, and Ellen-san won't do anything to anyone who would give me chocolate." Makoto reassured as he thought that Yor, Maki and Ellen wouldn't do anything dangerous or illegal with anyone because he didn't think he won't get anything from Valentine's Day. Unaware that Yor, Maki and Ellen made sure nobody won't give him no chocolate or love confession.

[heartfull-gardener]

@professor-faepire I'm going to end that salubri bitch, and then I can teach you what it's like to be a real vampire.

Such a pretty and plump little thing.

[cumtastiics]

first actual work since april? i think :p tw implied kidnapping

"do-... do you think you can take them off? just for today. please," your voice was quiet, referring to all of the restraints. he said it was your... 'anniversary' afterall. he should be able to do that much for you.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, his tone almost mocking. "you're feeling awfully brave today..." he hummed, finishing up tying your wrists. he leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "is that what you want? to play pretend like you're free? just for today?"

you swallowed hard, wrists already aching in the bindings he'd just finished tightening.

"you said today was our anniversary so i just... thought maybe..."

he pulled back, slow and deliberate, that cruel little smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"thought what, darlin'?" he asked, tone thick with mockery. "you thought i'd be feeling generous today? you thought... you thought i'd change our routine for an anniversary?" he grabbed a chunk of your hair, forcing you to look straight at him. "answer me."

"i-... i just thought, since... you know, you would let them off for one night," your voice trembled, the fear obvious.

"don't be stupid," he could only give you a disgusted look.

[a-998h]

Hello hi ! 👋 May I ask for a Mystic Flour Cookie x child reader Platonic please ?? The reader is actually her child and was kidnapped by the greedy cookie who attacked her temple, after being free from the Silver Tree, she had to make sure her child was okay, and they finally reunited again.

Please I LOVE the story you made with yandere Crk x child reader and I love this cookie ! Please 🥺🙏

TRIGGER WARNING FOR IMPLIED KIDNAPPING AND IMPLIED TRAUMA!

SPOILER FOR MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE LORE!

Aw, thanks! I'm so happy you liked it. I might do something similar for other characters if people have suggestions. I'll also throw in platonic yandere sibling Cloud Haetae Cookie on top of this.

When she was good, she had found you outside the Ivory Pagoda. She was confused, but more likely disheartened. Cloud Haetae sniffed you with a puppy-like curiosity. She brought you inside, bathed, clothed, and fed you. She felt you rest your little head against her chest and she smiled.

"You poor baby. Don't worry, I'll be you mama now," she mumbles.

Your existence makes the life easier for her. She soon learns you were a gift from the witches, and that her fellow beasts got children of their own as well. She smiled at every milestone, no matter how small they seemed. She would let you play outside with Cloud Haetae watching over you. You were happy growing up, but this joy didn't last forever. You noticed how you mom was getting more and more cold towards cookies and it scared you.

One day an angry, greedy cookie who didn't get their wish stormed up to the Ivory Pagoda. You were outside playing that day, trying to shake the recent coldness of your mother. The cookie saw you playing with dolls and had an awful idea.

Mystic Flour heard your screams and rushed outside, seeing you under the arms of a random cookie and Cloud Haetae unconscious. She rushes after the cookie but others armed with weapons attacked her and the Ivory Pagoda.

This would push her farther down the path of apathy. She never forgot you and the other beasts had lost their own children in varying ways. You were always on her mind, even as she lay in the Sliver Tree.

Centuries have pasted and now she has returned to the Ivory Pagoda. Your toys, clothes, books, and other items were still scattered about though she was seemingly not affected.

Meanwhile in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Dark Cacao Cookie was seated across from a child his men had found in the snow. He was so confused on how the child managed to survive in the cold and be perfectly fine.

"Child, where are you from?" He asked.

You were happily eating your 6th serving of jellies, seemingly ignoring his question. He watched and waited for you to finish.

"I'm not allowed to tell, mama made promise," you say between bits.

Dark Cacao let's out a tired sigh, oh he was starting to forget what it's like to have a young child. He keeps asking in ways that make it seem like you won't be breaking a promise but that gets nowhere. Soon news from Beast Yeast about Mystic Flour reaches him. He gears up to go and he sees you armed with a bag, ready to go.

"What are you doing, little one?" He asks.

"Going with you so I can find mama!" You declare.

He sighs again, pushing you back towards a palace staff member while explaining that you can't go with them. You pout and whine and he just let's it happen before walking away with his men towards a boat meant to take them to Beast Yeast, unaware of the snake like dragon following behind in the sea.

When they reach Beast Yeast a soldier looks to the left as he hears a splash but he sees nothing. It takes Dark Cacao and his warriors a decent amount of time to reach the mist covered peaks, where they meet Cloud Haetae. They watch as Cloud Haetae sniffs the air before breaking into a large smile, much to the confusion of everyone else.

"Little Pearl! Little Pearl!" Cloud Haetae yells as they rush to the back of group much to the confusion of the others.

Cloud Haetae hugs you, and Dark Cacao stares in shock and annoyance. Realizing you're now here whether he likes it or not. He gets more worried as Cloud Haetae pulls you to the front group while chatting away with you.

As the group makes there way up they learn more about you, and... yeah, they're worried. The worry is increased when Cloud Haetae told them how Mystic Flour became a feared beast. Dark Cacao can see the way your free hand grips the hem of your sleeve as Cloud Haetae keeps talking. Mystic Flour can sense her enemies arroach, but also a familiar aura with the coolness of the sea.

By the time you all reachh the Ivory Pagoda you rush ahead. Dark Cacao grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you behind him as his soldiers point their weapons at Mystic Flour. She remains unaffected, her eyes closed while looking through the cookies in front of her.

"Here child, come to your mother," she says, her coldness seeping through.

You're kind of confused because last time you checked your mama was happy and kind... not cold. Dark Cacao was uneasy, his free hand above the hilt of his sword. Mystic Flour didn't move or even open her eyes she just a simple command.

"Give me my child," she commanded coldly.

Dark Cacao complies, releasing his grip on your shirt and watching as you run and hug Mystic Flour. She hugs you back, patting your head before ushering you inside the Ivory Pagoda. Once those doors are closed she turns to Dark Cacao and his forces, ready to stop them from halting her mission.

[dcxdpdabbles]

I've seen a lot of Danny being Ellie's dad but where is the Pariah Dark adopts this sassy ghost child that beat him in a duel and is now prince because why not adopt the overpowered child. Which leads to the JL fighting Danny for whatever reason and when he calls for help he calls his new dad and oh shit is that the Ghost King

Danny was with Sam and Tucker in the Ghost Zone when three seven-man squads of ghost knights found him. They had found an empty island near the portal that they had made into a makeshift training ground so he could safely practice his powers.

The most recent fights had shown him that he was only winning because of his quick thinking and adaptability that tricked his enemies, but he needed to get better if he ever wanted to prevent an incident like the ones at Axion labs from ever happening again.

He couldn't afford to create another arch-nemesis. Plus his good luck and clever mind could only get him so far if his body couldn't keep up.

He was in the middle of shooting the rays from the various drones Tucker set up when the knights landed on his island. Their metal clacking with each step they took, marching away from their skeleton winged horses.

At once, Danny flew between the ground, feeling more than seeing his friends scrambling for their weapons as he raised his fists.

"Who are you?" He demanded, watching the other squads surround them. Tucker and Sam spun around, each pressing up against his back in a makeshift triangle.

The hum of their ghost guns echoed through the air as the knights continued their marching until they had formed a circle around the three.

I don't like this. Danny thought felt his own ecto-ray heating up in his palms. They look oddly familiar. Where have I seen those armors?

The knights all, simultaneously, dropped to one knee, surprising the three teenagers. They bowed their heads, and even the winged horses followed suit,

"Prince Phantom." The one right in front of Danny said, "We have come as your formal escort to your Father's keep. He demands your presence."

"My Dad?" Danny repeats, voiced, laced with doubt. , "My Dad sent ghosts to escort me home? Do I look stupid to you?"

"It is not your sire, Jack Fenton, I speak of," The Knight explains, voice still respectful even when staring at the ground. Danny can't see his eyes or any of the other knights, as they are hidden in the shadows of their helmets. "I speak of the Ghost King, Pariah Dark, who has chosen you are his Heir. You are summoned to complete the adoption process."

"Yeah, that's going to be a no from me." Danny deadpans, even if his insides have turned to ice. Pariah Dark was resealed, Danny personally made sure of that, so why was this guy speaking as if he was back?

"Apologies, my Prince, but you do not have a choice," declares the other, and almost as if that was a cue of some kind, the other knights rise from their knees. They descend on the trio faster than Danny was expecting.

He ducks and waves as three different fists fly to his face, reaching down to aim an uppercut at the one on his right. It lands with a clack and a sting in his knuckles as the helmets odd shape as some protection to the chin

Shaking out his hand, Danny is not prepared for the kick to his side that sends him flying.

He lands in a heap but is quick to get back to his feet as rope is lassoed around one of his wrists. He gapes at it as another knight, quickly throws on to his other arms and suddenly he's being tugged in two different directions.

Summoning his ice, Danny has it travel down the ropes towards the knights, who drop it just as the ice would have encased their hands. Freed, Danny, leaps back as a flying kick paces mere inches from his face and has to quickly raise his hands to block an ecto-ray to the chest.

"Do not harm the Prince!" The leader barks "Capture the humans, he will go willingly if we have hostages!"

Danny swings his head towards Sam and Tucker, who have been forced up against a wall, shooting desperately at the advancing knights. Their shots are being knocked away by flowing swords, and it was obvious their movements were slowing down.

Despite the many fights they have helped in a fight, neither Sam or Tucker could outlast a ghost. Their stamina was superior, and sadly, it seemed these particular ghosts also had training under their belts.

"No!" Danny moved to help but just as he turned his eyes away from the Knight Leader, a bubble of ectoplasm exploded in his face.

"I told you not to harm the Prince!" Someone roars over the sound of ringing in his ears. Hands fell on all his limbs holding him down, even if he weakly tried to shake them off. Everything is spinning, though, and his vision is blurring in and out of focus. He sees Sam fall to the ground with Tucker screaming something he can't make out before Danny is left up and dragged away.

There is a weight around his wrists and ankles, indicating he's been tied up, but Danny can barely keep his head from bobbing to the side. He had no energy to attempt to break his bonds.

He knew no more as he was thrown into a carriage, the block dots in his vision taking over completely.

Three years later, Danny is overlooking the development of a ghost colony in a far-off corner of King Pariah's empire. This colony was made entirely of former slaves whom Danny fought his adoptive father tooth and nail to free.

Pariah moods were odd. He controlled everything Danny did, but he also wanted Danny to take his own stances on how the empire should be run. The Ghost King's control had expanded to nearly all corners of the Ghost Zone, breaking and tearing apart any resistance they found.

War had broken out as ghosts from various tribes and kingdoms fought desperately to keep their freedom. Pariah saw no challenge in their attempts, crushing anyone that stood in his way.

His aim was to once again rule all over the dead, and later, once every ghost bowed to his whim, invade the living world again but this time there would be no Halfa child to stop him.

Said Halfa that was now heir of the tyrant. Everyone knew about the kidnapped Prince, as his tale was told in resistance meetings both in pity and in rage.

Prince Phantom's iconic white hair and green eyes were just as widely known as his golden collar was. It was created by King Pariah, to keep the prince in the area by an invisible fence he set up. Should Prince Phantom attempt to fly or walk out of those areas, the collar would turn into flaming chains, yanking the prince back. It wouldn't burn him, thankfully, but it would drag him roughly.

It didn't help that the collar stopped Prince Phantom from accessing his powers. It was almost like he was a full human, except he was trapped in his ghost form and in the Ghost Zone, which meant his options were far more limited than normal.

He was more of a royal hostage than an actual heir.

Even out here, while overlooking reports and listening to testimonies, Prince Phantom could not leave the tower of the newest colony. At all times there was two guards that followed him and limited his movements too.

Despite his position, the Prince did everything he could to protect the people, tales of him jumping to a servant's defense against his father, advocating for the abolishment of slavery, and even offering to serve any punishment for any ghost child. The people loved their prince, and all wanted to one day see him free as well.

Rumors had it that the leaders of the main resistance were two humans who were desperately trying to free Prince Phantom, but since everyone in the rebellion's army's identity remained secret, no one knew how true those rumors were.

Danny unrolls a scroll, sighing at the numbers. "If nothing is done about the harvest, the people will starve come winter. We need to start rationing. Take whatever you need from my own supplies before we start applying it to the people."

"My Prince, we couldn't possibly ask that of you. Already, you granted us freedom and a home. ," Started the mayor of the colony, only to stop at the sight of a large magical circle forming around the prince. Danny's eyes widened as well, feeling his collar start to glow as whatever it is attempt to yank him away.

He feels it start to crack as the magic overpowers the collar's settings. Hope flares in his heart as his guards leap to their feet. Before they can so much as come near him, the mayor throws himself at them with a roar. "Run, my Prince! I shall buy you time!"

Danny is swallowed by light before he can respond, the collar left behind to clatter against the floor. He is flung through a portal made of multiple colors, so bright and blinding he has to close his eyes and hold his hands in front of his face. He lands with a startled yelp, but his hands fling to his neck.

When all he feels is flesh, tears burn his eyes sight as he sobs. He's free. He's finally free.

"Well, this isn't what I was expecting when I offered a piece of my soul" An accented voice hums, drawing attention to a group of oddly dressed strangers. A man in a trench coat lights a cigar, the glow casting his face in a dim light as he stares down at Danny with a detached appraisal glint in his eyes. "Tell me, why did my spell bring me a child when I asked for a champion to overthrow the Ghost King?"

Danny's ice core starts to slowly freeze the room over, his breath visible as his eyes harden. "It brought me here because I am going to kill my father."

"Prince Phantom" Trench coat man identifies with some relief. "A pleasure to finally meet you. This is the Justice League and they like to lend a hand in your parricide."

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

u are the best yan writer on here!!! could u do the third or fourth escape starters with hawks? thank u for posting them, and for doing some requests :)

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

Prompt: "Aw, you want some fresh air? Well, and I want to fuck you until your spine breaks. See, we both want things we can't have." + "If I was you, I'd get away from that door. Right fucking now. Cause trust me, you don't want to see me angry."

TW: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: Thank you so much! Also, I decided to mix both of them. Hope you like it 💖

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“I wanna go outside.”

The words come out rushed, tangled into a whiny mess. Your eyes are trained on the lean man that stands in front of you, but Keigo doesn’t humour you.

In fact he barely gives you any attention other than a snarky eye roll. His focus remains on the phone, tapping the screen with rushed movements. 

You huff, crossing your arms with annoyance. 

“Hey, did you hear me?” 

“Mh, yeah yeah…” Keigo hums absently, without even bothering to look at you. “Not now, princess. I’m kinda busy.”

You try again. “Okay but can you unlock the balcony and let me out? I wanna catch some fresh air.”

The extended silence you receive is upsetting enough to almost make you reach for Keigo and strangle him, fingers twitching with the awful temptation to do so.

Instead, you inhale a deep breath to calm you down and stomp your feet over to the other side of the living room, to the glass door that leads to the balcony. 

The sun shines in full fervor, incandescently bright in contrast with the beautiful shade of blue that decorates the sky. It’s summer - so hot, so sunny - and yet you find yourself locked up in a boring cold apartment, unable to catch even the faintest sun ray.

The door handle rattles when you try to open it, but it doesn’t budge. It’s locked, of course it’s locked. You already knew that but still. Worth the try.

Turning your face, you realize Keigo is blankly staring at you, fingers hovering on top of the phone without moving. 

“What are you doing?”

You scrunch your brows. “I told you. I want to go outside. Get some fresh air.”

There’s an airy chuckle that slips past Keigo’s lips. You swear there’s a hint of mockery behind it. 

“Aw, baby, you want some fresh air?” Keigo coos, disgustingly sweet and fake before dropping the act. He stands up, tucking the phone into a pocket. “Well, and I want to fuck you until your spine breaks. See, we both want things we can't have." 

A cold shiver travels down your body at that, your guts twisting with uneasiness. The words are said casually, too casually for the meaning behind them.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Still, you try again, try to make him see reason. 

“Why are you being like this?” you ask, “I’m not gonna do anything weird, promise. I’m just–”

There’s not a chance to finish whatever you wanted to say before Keigo cuts you off, jaw clicking. 

"If I was you, I'd get away from that door. Right fucking now.” he orders you. “Cause trust me, you don't want to see me angry." 

[hunterwritesstuff]

Y.Yandere Nightwing x transmasc reader? As treat? 👉👈

Sure thing! :D

Tw for: Yandere behavior, also, because reading comprehension seems to be dead nowadays, I DO NOT CONDONE NOR ENCOURAGE THIS BEHAVIOR. IF YOU THINK I DO, YOU ARE WRONG. DO NOT IMITATE THIS BEHAVIOR.

💙 Going with the idea that it starts off normal, like, he conceals his tendencies, he starts off as a seemingly normal total sweetheart! He offers to help with your transition and everything!

💙 But the instant the family accepts you and Dick? Good luck ever getting out of the manor without an escort.

💙 The only voice of reason is Alfred, thank fuck.

💙 Try to sneak out back? Tim's out there.

💙 Sneak out the rooftop window? Jason's up there.

💙 Sneak out the front? Damian.

💙 The reason everyone is so on your ass the whole time is because they all respect and care about Dick.

💙 Talking about Dick himself, though, he's very much so overprotective and overpossessive, treating you as though you're made of already cracked glass.

💙 "You want to go out to town? Babe, you know how dangerous it is out there!! I don't want you to get hurt."

💙 "You want some time alone? But what if someone stalked you here with malicious intent?!"

💙 Very much so builds up your distrust of people other than him and his family so as to keep you close.

💙 He's very touchy. Like, he's not afraid to touch you wherever he wants.

💙 He very much so uses gender affirming compliments, making sure you feel loved.

💙 He does love you. He loves you so much.

💙 Why do you think he's doing all this? Because he doesn't love you? How terrible of a human being do you take him for?

💙 He does love you, he does!

💙 The-Th-The locks are for your safety, h-he only wants what's best for you!!

💙 Just stop SCREAMING.

💙 If he were to be honest with you, you living in a different place than him fucking killed him inside. He hated being without you so fucking much. It made him twitchy. That's why he took you to live with him.

💙 Chances are that he'll keep as close an eye on you as he can.

[angelyuji]

open up

sorry this took half a year my queen, i finished this a while ago but i was worried this sucked but now im like.... whatever ig so..... here you go! @realifezompire

yandere miguel o'hara x reader

cw // stalking, breaking and entering, yandere/toxic behavior, implied kidnapping, murder (again pls lmk if i missed anything)

you weren’t concerned at first. honestly, you were flattered. the gifts were sweet: bouquets and expensive chocolates. you were overflowing with happiness at the thought of someone sending you gifts. you weren’t sure how they found out where you worked or lived, but it hadn’t occurred to you to be worried. you weren’t special or interesting enough to be in danger. you were no superhero or anyone famous. so you continued to live your life – working, walking in the park, eating at as many new restaurants – as obliviously as possible. your admirer kept sending you things, moving onto jewelry and accessories. you started to feel uncomfortable, but what could you do without knowing who cherished you in this way.

“a young woman was found dead this morning.”

“another body was found near the park, drained of its blood.”

“the police say that the women were robbed of their valuables and clothes after death.”

“we warn everyone to say indoors at night. lock the doors and don’t let anyone in.”

“everything on the news is so depressing lately.” you shudder.

your friend nods her head, sipping her latte, “yeah, with all the girls going missing, we should be careful.”

you hum in agreement, eating the food you bought, “so, what do you think about the new café? should we add it to the list?”

she shrugs, “it’s meh at best. i think the place you went last week looked nicer too.”

“ugh, yeah, but one of the bodies was found there so now the cops won’t let anyone near.”

“excuse me, miss?” you look up, startled by the voice. the man towers over you. his dark hair falling into his eyes as he bends slightly. “i think you dropped this.” he holds out your wallet. he looked familiar, but you didn’t know why.

“oh! thank you! i didn’t even notice.” he lets you take it, smiling.

“of course, i knew a sweet girl like you wouldn’t realize.” you blink, taken aback by the comment. he walks away before you could respond.

your friend lets out a incredulous laugh, “what the fuck?”

you sigh, annoyed, “asshole… let’s just go back to work.”

the day went by fast with all your thoughts wrapped up about the asshole you meant at the café. you try to rack your brain, trying to understand your familiarity with the man. “hey, are you coming out tonight? gabby wants to go to that restaurant.” you stir from your thoughts.

“no,” you sigh, “i have to do some spring cleaning in the apartment. i have a shit ton of clothes to donate.” your friend looks over, biting back a smile.

“you sure you’re not just waiting for your secret admirer?” she teases you, gently pinching your arm.

“n-no!” you swat her away, “no, i-i have spring cleaning.” you huff. your hands fidget, twisting the necklace you were given last week.

“right, right. i’m sure.” she laughs as you near your place. you say your goodbyes and your friend teases you once more, leaving you fuming and stomping back in. you slam your door closed, throwing your purse onto the table.

“another drained body found near-”

you turn down the volume as you get ready to make dinner, when you hear a knock. you tense, you know what’s going on in town. your body tells you to be careful, but… what if it’s him? you look through the peephole, but nothing.

“hello? is someone there?” your voice shakes and you curse your fear. silence greets it. “shit… alright.” you slowly open the door and your eyes land on a bracelet, carefully placed on the ground. you bend over, fingers tracing the charms attached. it’s cold and beautiful, but something’s off. perhaps the news was getting to you, maybe your friend struck a nerve, or it could be that you were getting tired of your admirer. something was stopping you from taking it. you feel a shadow over you as you contemplate.

“not your taste?” his voice was dark and your ears perked in recognition. you look up to see him. before you could scramble back, his hand was around your throat. he dragged you up, pulling you inside, and slammed you against the wall. “i tried to grab the more expensive people, but at some point the hunger took over.”

“p-please, le-let me go.” you choke out as his hand tightens.

“i can’t,” his finger traces your jaw, “i’ve been looking everywhere for you, (y/n).” his hand trails down to grip your waist. his hand loosens around your throat, but before you could think to push him off, he pulls you in. he takes a deep breathe, “the smell of you lights my nerves on fire.” he growls as he presses his lips to your neck. you whimper and he chuckles.

“p-please…” you let out an anguished whisper, “i don’t even know you.” you could feel a sob threatening to escape your lips.

“but i know you.” he lets go of you, “you wore every gift i’ve given you, eaten every sweet, and decorated your home with my flowers.” you feel your blood grow cold and you crumple to the floor. he crouches down, grabbing your face in one hand. you wince, feeling his nails dig into your skin.

“no…” your head spins in realization.

“yes,” he smiles, fangs peeking out, “i’ve waited long enough to have you,” he tilts your head to the side, baring your neck to him. “i’ve drank enough dirty blood to tide my urges to make sure you knew of my love for you, but i can’t-” he pulls you into his arms once more, pressing your chest against his. you feel his breathe on your neck and teeth close to breaking skin. “-drink anymore of that filth. not when you’re here for me.”

reality sets in and you fight, struggling in his strong arms, “wait- please-” the dam breaks and the tears flow; you shove the man as hard as you could, but he doesn’t waver.

“you won’t feel any pain, angel.” his voice rumbles against your skin, “you’ll see, when you wake up tomorrow…” his teeth pierce your neck and you let out a choked scream, “you were made for me.”

you try to struggle, but the more you struggled, the more it felt like your blood was turning to ice. “st-stop, ple-please… i-i don’t want to die.” you sob.

miguel chuckles, you could feel his teeth leave your neck, but he presses his mouth back to your skin, sucking down the blood dripping from the wound. “oh sweetheart, you’re not going to die. in fact, you’re going to live a very very long life with me.”

[wildflower-ramblings]

MDNI - 18+

Warnings in the tags - warnings contain spoilers.

Read at your own risk.

Simon Riley x reader

I have no explanation for this.

Simon knows everything about you.

He knows your favourite songs, your favourite movies. How you take your tea. How you sing in the shower and apologise to inanimate objects when you bump into them. The way your eyes light up when you laugh; the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed or frustrated. Knows every twitch of your mouth and flicker of your eyes, and what emotion they mean. He knows the best way to make you giggle in amusement, or to make you flush in embarrassment. Knows what little things annoy you, or upset you; and more importantly, what makes you happy.

He knows the street you grew up on, and the crack on the side walk that made you fall off your bike and scrape your knee. He knows the exact shape the scar is in now, decades later. He knows the name of your first pet, a goldfish you swore once changed colour ever so slightly and definitely had more than a three second memory. He knows the name of your best friend in kindergarten, and how you wanted to become astronauts together and be the first to land on Saturn. He knows the names of all of your cousins, even the ones you only saw at weddings and funerals. Remembers all of their birthdays, too, and remembers when and where you last saw them.

He knows each and every one of your exes, from the first boy in high school who kissed you then broke your heart, to the thankfully short relationship you’d had in university, who refused to let you meet their friends or go over to their place. About the last relationship you had, the one you thought you were going to marry, and how much it broke you when they told you they couldn’t do it any more. He knows how long it took you to pick yourself up after that, and how much strength it took to shut them down when they tried to tearfully apologise months later.

He knows every single on of your friends, very way they’ve hurt you, which friends seem to flake at the first sign of trouble, which ones will cancel plans at the last minute and leave you on your own. Which ones will stick with you through anything, who will point out the red flags you can’t see, but still be there for you even when they don’t agree with your choices.

He knows everything about your job; your favourite and least favourite coworkers, which ones will chat about your weekend with you and which ones have talked about you behind your back. How much you dread each Monday, and how much you wish you could tell your manager where to shove it. He knows how tired you look every Friday night, collapsing onto the couch with a glass of wine as soon as you can, some mindless show on TV that you swear you’re not really into, but can name every character from.

He knows your entire bed time routine, from the hot drink you make yourself to wind down to the way you dance around whilst brushing yourself. How terrible you are at remembering to take your tablets and the systems you’ve tried (and failed) to keep track of them. All your little tricks to get yourself to sleep when your mind refuses to shut down.

He knows how you are first thing in the morning, all droopy eyes and soft sighs, the sheets tangled around your body. He knows how soft you look in the golden morning light, the way you curl into your pillow when your alarm goes off, and how softly your eyelids flutter open. How you always swear you’ll get up on the first alarm, but end up sleeping an extra five or ten minutes, lulled back in by the warmth of the bed.

He knows that you sleep in nothing but an extra large t-shirt, grumbling about how uncomfortable any extra fabric makes you. How your shirt always rides up and gives him the perfect view of your body. How enticing you are, all spread out for him. How soft your skin is, and how it gives when he grabs at it, his too large hands creating dimples and leaving faint traces – his mark on you.

He knows how pretty you look when you come, your sweat-slicked skin glistening in the glow of the lamp. How breathy you sound when you’re close, the way you try – and fail – to keep your moans in so the neighbours won’t hear. How loud you can get when you truly let yourself go.

He knows exactly how you like to touch yourself and be touched, and just how quickly he can make you cum in every possible way. He knows how you feel on his fingers, how you clench around them when he finds that perfect spot inside you. How pretty you look stretched out on his cock, the slight furrow of your brow when he first pushes into you, and how it quickly morphs into soft gasps of pleasure. The way his come looks dripping out of you, and the whimpers you make when he pushes it back into your sensitive walls. How you come even harder when he cleans you up with his mouth, and how sweet you taste on his tongue.

It’s a shame you have no idea he exists.

He knows how to fix that.

I have literally never written dark content I have no idea what I'm doing

I just got the last two sentences in my head and it just unravelled from there

[darnell-la]

𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 ... 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬

pairing: dark!pervy!professor!logan howlett x student!reader

summary: the job of a mentor shouldn’t be hard, but for Logan Howlett, it was when one of his best students wasn’t so innocent after all. professors are trained to hold themselves, but something within Logan wanted to release all out on that so-called innocent student.

warnings: Logan is a slight perv, nudes, anal, forced anal, rough sex, age gap, overpowering, degrading, jealousy, anger, cnc/SA, etc.

note: many of our supporters are asking for out-of-pocket Logan Howlett, and it’s so hard finding ways to write him in that way. REQUEST!

DO NOT READ IF CNC/SA MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

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There has been a situation going on around the school. Some kids have made a hook-up app for mutants around the school. The professor found out after having to confiscate a student's phone for texting during class.

Professor Howlett has been investing, and trying to get several student's names to call the office and shut the app down.

By doing that, he used the student phone he had to take during class. Sadly, that student wasn’t a student people wanted to hook up with, or even go on a date with. Logan had no luck until a few minutes ago when an anonymous student messaged him.

“Hey, I know it’s hard to find people on here, but I was thinking we could maybe hang out?”

Logan couldn't stop laughing to himself, happy that he could put this shenanigan situation to the side until several attachments popped up on the phone.

At first, he didn’t think of anything, but as soon as he tapped on them to reveal what was sent, his jaw dropped.

The student was y/n, and the attachments she sent were something he would’ve never thought of her doing. Half of what was sent were videos while the rest was her masturbating with toys.

A specific one had stood out to him, which made him feel like the biggest creep there could be, but he couldn’t stop watching.

She had laid on her back so when she spread her legs, everything was exposed. She rubbed so much lube onto herself, that he was confused until she pulled a dildo out and pushed it against her back door.

The way she moaned, made him lost in the video. He hadn’t even known the video was five minutes long. He could tell she could barely take it up her ass, but the way she struggled and still tried was amazing. Especially when she finished all over the place.

“I’ve never done anal, so I’m afraid that’s off-limits. Anything else is completely fine though!”

Logan looked at her message, still thinking if that was all real. Was that really y/n? If this was anyone else, he would’ve called a school meeting in seconds, no matter how late it was, but y/n — He didn’t know what took over him.

“Send room number. Be there in 5. Look pretty,”

In y/n’s head, she thought how oddly the student typed. She hadn’t been around the student to know him fully, but she knew no student typed the way he did.

“Could I perhaps have some videos of you?” Y/n asked, making Logan’s heart skip a beat. “No need, Bub. I’m real,” Logan typed, making y/n gasp. Anyone could’ve figured out who the person was behind the phone after using that word. Bub.

“Logan? What the hell are you doing on here??” Y/n asked, only making Logan’s heart drop further. “What?” Logan tried covering himself off, but that only made y/n laugh on her bed.

“It’s fine, Logan. I like older men anyway. Have you done anything like this before?” Y/n asked. Logan wanted to throw the phone and spazz on how he could’ve blown his cover this bad.

“No,” the man replied, not knowing his cock had grown hard at the thought of y/n still wanting to proceed with the conversation. “Just come up to room 411,” Y/n said before going offline.

Logan had thought this would be easy to deal with since y/n never seemed like a student to blackmail people, but something ran through his head as he got up from his office chair.

How many people has she done this with? That thought alone boiled his blood. He had thought y/n was innocent, and one of the good students. She lied to him, telling him a few months ago that all she cared about was her training and education.

Y/n had fallen asleep after the first hour of Logan not showing up. She had thought he had maybe backed out, and she was fine with that.

Little did she know, Logan had been keeping himself back for the past hour. Everyone in this school is still training, even the professors, and though they can usually control themselves, this was a small situation that turned big.

Logan was mentally and physically going insane, wanting to teach a student he had trust in, a lesson for lying and doing this that wouldn’t help her training and education in the future.

He held himself back for as long as he could, but now he was walking through y/n’s bedroom door. Y/n had woken up from her sleep after hearing her bedroom door close and lock.

“Oh, hey! — I wasn’t expecting you. I thought you might’ve changed your mind,” y/n said as Logan basically ripped off his clothes until he was exposed. Y/n’s eyes widened at his huge and throbbing size.

“Where’s the lube?” Logan growled as he stared y/n’s figure down. She had fallen asleep in the little bit of clothing she wanted to surprise him in. “Uh, the desk right here, but, I’m not really into anal,” y/n assured for the second time tonight.

Logan ignored her and went through the desk she had pointed out to him. “On your stomach — Edge of the bed,” Logan said. He had barely given her time to move before he put her into the position himself.

“Sir, just my pussy, okay? I-I didn’t really prepare for anal tonight,” y/n said, hoping her professor would listen. Instead, Logan spread a bunch on her upper hole, and the rest he stroked his cock with.

“Okay, sir?” Y/n asked to know if he heard her. He did, but he didn’t care. Why would she tease him with that one video if she wasn’t thinking about her hole getting used tonight?

“Mr. Howlett, I said the other-“Y/n tried to get up, but Logan pushed her face into the sheets as his cock pushed through her walls, instantly feeling her grip him as tight as she could.

“Oh fuck,” Logan couldn’t believe how amazing she felt within seconds. “Mr. Howlett, please — I-It hurts a little,” y/n whined, shifting under him to feel more comfortable, but that didn’t matter as he pushed further into her until she was filled.

The scream she let out, was enough to make him leak in her already. “Be as loud as you want, Bub. Hank designed these walls for the privacy of the professors and the students — No one’s gonna hear how un-innocent you are,” Logan whispered in the young girl's ear before he leaned back up and began pounding.

The room filled with nasty noises in seconds. Logan couldn’t seem to get enough of what he was doing. It’s like something took him over once he felt the insides of y/n and the noises she could make.

“Logan, please,” y/n cried out, feeling like he would break her any second now. At first, she hated the way he didn’t listen to her, but after the first few pumps, she couldn’t get enough of it herself.

The feeling of her the Wolverine coming in her to have his way with her, degrade her, and even groan at how perfect she was, only send her gushing around his cock in seconds.

“You’re not so innocent, princess, so how about you cum on my cock again, yeah? Because this ain’t gonna be the last time I have you,”

[stars-obsession-pit]

…oh.

My brain has had another idea for a problematic/unhealthy relationship for a fic.

CW/TW noncon (explicitly being held captive, possible implications that more might have happened) + kinda selfcest (Danny and Phantom are separated now, but they were originally just one person)

The Ultimate Enemy + Pitch Pearl

It starts with essentially the canon Ultimate Enemy timeline, up until it diverges when Vlad separates Danny’s ghost and human halves.

Unlike the canon version where Phantom is implied to have killed his human half, in this one Phantom’s emotions towards Danny are a bit more possessive.

Phantom hates the world. It hurt them over and over, destroying everything good they had. It’s an evil, corrupt place. Unlike his beautiful, perfect human side. Danny only wanted to help people, to protect them. And those people rejected him.

Danny may have only separated his ghost half to try to remove the pain he was feeling, but Phantom recognizes a different opportunity that he’s been given.

A chance to right the wrongs dealt to them. To show the world the error of their ways for rejecting Danny’s care. This time, Danny is going to be the one protected. Phantom is going to keep him safe. After all, if he destroys everything, there will be nothing left that could potentially harm his Danny.

And so, Phantom begins his rampage.

But in the meantime, he still needs to make sure Danny remains safe. So he takes him captive, locking him up in the most secure fortress he can find. It’s not perfect, but it should be enough to delay anything that could cause him harm. He’ll check in often to make sure Danny is safe. Both from the outside world, and from himself. He knows his human half is lonely, still mourning the losses of his family and friends. But Phantom will be there to remind him that he is loved, that he doesn’t need anyone else, that this is all for him.

And when it’s over, when everyone is gone but the two of them, won’t the night skies be oh so beautiful?

[acotar-girly]

Night's sister

Heyyyy babies :)

Sorry about the loooong wait, but I'm back babyyy (with a fresh hot update for my seriessss)

Really am sorry about the long wait though :(. I was in a dark place, slipping back into old habits, and I was just really stressed with school and all.

So, here it is. Hope you enjoy, because this is an honest to god part of my soul.

(also lol with the rise of the use of AI (ew) in writing, I just wanted to clarify that THIS IS ALL MY OWN WRITING. Please do not reword it and use it as your own, tell people it is AI, copy it and claim credits or ANYTHING that steals my work. If you want to repost it, please do. If you want to post it somewhere (AND GIVE ME CREDITS), feel free to do that :). There has been NO, and I repeat no, AI use in this post. All my ideas, from my own fucked up brain. I hope you enjoy.)

Summary: You’re Rhysand’s little sister, who escaped the spring court when your mother and older sister were murdered. The only living Princess of the Night Court. Rhys is High Lord, and your close sibling relationship is something everyone, even enemies (unfortunately) are aware of. You live with Rhysand. You haven’t met Cassian and Azriel yet, as Rhys is trying to keep you safe and protected. You’ve only ever heard stories of them, and you’ve never worked up the nerve to want to meet them. You’ve been kidnapped, by Rhys’ enemies, while he’s fighting in a war and he left you at home.

In this post: The consequences of trying to escape

TW: kidnapping, graphic SA, graphic violence, gore, describing torture, (but also somehow a lot of fluff later on???)

-please tell me if i’ve missed any triggers and i’ll add them.

The days dragged on, each one melding into the net in a haze of aching muscles and relentless silence. At first, he had been constant with the torment. Pain, isolation and cold. But recently, there had been a shift. It was subtly, imperceptible. But she felt it, as deep as her pain, all the way to her bones. Her captor- no, that's too nice of a word- her tormentor, had changed. Less frequent visits, his touch less rough. And by The Mother it was pathetic, but she was grateful for his gentler voice cooing words (albeit mocking), as if the cruelty of the past was fading, replaced with something... softer. What game was he playing now?

She couldn't quite trust herself to trust it, but a small foolish part of her allowed herself to believe for a fleeting moment that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as invincible as she had initially thought. Maybe he was starting to underestimate her.

That was her first mistake.

When she saw the faintest shift in the way the door opened that evening, slightly wider than usual, something inside her stirred. She should've known better. She should have known it was too good to be true. Her chains were lighter today. Or had he let his guard slip? The thought settled into her bones, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Bella allowed herself a single moment of reckless hope.

That was her second.

Her gaze flickered to the window, to the small crack of light- the only light she's seen in months. The only constant, the sunlight peeking in everyday. Her heart pounded with the foolish hope. I can get out. I can get out of here. She gritted her teeth against the constant throbbing ache in her limbs, forcing her body into motion, her hands trembling with effort as she tested the shackles again. Loose, lighter. Her thin wrists slipped out with ease. Maybe she had a chance. Breath quickening, heart racing, she summoned a fraction of power left in her, slipping out of the door. One chance- and she couldn't waste it. As her bare feet finally hit the cold, hard ground, the world spun beneath her, pain flaring through her unused limbs. Feeling the air against her sensitive skin, in that moment, was enough.

Thinking she was free was her third, (and last) mistake.

His amused laugh echoed behind her, the sound sending gooseflesh erupting across her body. She froze, every muscle screaming at her to run. But her mind- the little rationality left- is telling her it's too late. It was all a test. One that she failed.

"I knew you'd try." Came his voice, a mockery of sweetness, like honey laced with poison. His smirk was maddening, knowing, as though he’d been waiting for this moment the whole time. “I think you'll learn your lesson, won't you?” he said, his voice soft but dark. “You really should’ve stayed put.”

Before she could react, his hands were on her again—gripping her with an ease that stole the breath from her lungs. His grip was firm, too firm, and he pulled her back into the center of the room, like a doll being placed on display.

Her limbs refused to obey, the pain too much, the fear too overwhelming. She wanted to scream, but the sound caught in her throat. The door was still there, so close—but unreachable.

“I’m disappointed in you, Bella,” he said, his voice a soothing whisper in the chaos of her mind. “But don’t worry, darling. You’ll learn to never try that again.”

And when he's done? She feels like she'll never be sane again. And to really sweeten the honey pot? The *connection* with Rhys. It takes too much of her energy. But it's useful to him. He's chained her to a torture table, taking way too much delight in her pain, cooing sweet words at her, breath drifting on her face. He forcibly extends the connection from her mind to Rhys', amplifying the mental connection. And through that connection, through her groggy and pain fogged mind, he sends Rhys a vivid image of her current state. Bleeding, bruised, broken. At his mercy.

Body pinned down, her captor's hand firmly on her throat, wings sprawled out behind her, limp and drenched in her crimson blood. His voice enters their minds as Bella tries to scream, her helplessness reverberating through the mental link painfully. “Isn’t it sweet, High Lord?” He says, his voice dripping with venomous amusement, “Your sister thought she could escape me. But now she knows better. This is your last warning. Come to me, or I will make sure that she remembers every attempt to leave for the rest of her life.” And with powers stronger than any of them can understand, amplified her pain, making her feel it through the mental connection. Screams of agony hit Rhys in full force in his own mind, and he collapses to his knees, wincing, violet eyes burning with tears.

He removes his hand from her throat, grinning, leaving her crumpled in pain. He lets her just barely recover- shaky breaths and tears- before speaking again. "Try again," he says softly, "and I'll make you regret it." The threat hangs heavily in the air- a dare to defy him again. His hand finds its way into her tangled, blood matted hair, making sure Rhys can see what he's doing, before speaking, tugging her hair sharply backwards. "You'll stay right here, right?" He coos.

She lets out a small sob of pain, beyond words. But the sharp pull of her hair makes her choke out a small, whimpered response. "I'll stay. I pr- promise. I- I'll stay."

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December 18th: Homemade Christmas Dinner

Warnings: mentioned kidnapping, kidnapping, kidnapping family, Yandere family, Yandere stuff

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“That was eventful!” your kidnapper said as he walked into the house behind you.

You two had just gotten back from Christmas at his family's house and all you can say is yes it was eventful. All of them were like you and your so-called husband and it wasn't hard to tell which one was the kidnapped one.

“At least we're home,” you sighed as you set everything that you were holding on the floor by the tree. “It's almost dinner time and we still haven't opened our presents yet.”

“Do you want to start dinner or do you want me to?” your husband asked as he set the rest of the stuff down on the floor as well.

“I’ll unpack everything while you start dinner,” you said as you looked at all the luggage and presents on the floor. “We sure got a lot of junk from your family didn't we?”

“Yeah,” he said while wrapping your arms around you. “They love you though.”

“Especially your brother,” as you said that you felt his arms wrap tighter around you. “He was also the only one who did not have anyone.”

“I don't want you around him anymore,” he whispered in your ear before slowly letting go of you. “I'm going to go start dinner.”

“Okay, baby,” you whispered before turning around so you could kiss his cheek. “I'll put all this away.”

You started by taking your and your husband's suitcases to the laundry room and putting all the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. After you put all the dirty clothes in the laundry, you took your and your husband's suitcases to y’all’s room so you could put all the clean clothes away. Once you were done with that you put the suitcases away in the storage closet before going back to the living room and taking out all the gifts out of their boxes and bags.

This is some cool stuff!

You put the gifts that belonged in your and your husband’s room in that room before putting the other gifts away in their corresponding rooms.

Finally done!

“Babe, I'm done putting everything away,” you said as you walked into the kitchen. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

“Uhh yeah,” he said before pointing at the oven. “Can you please get that out the timer is about to go off?”

“Yeah,” you said as you walked to the oven. “I can do that!”

You grabbed the oven mitt as you opened the oven door before putting the mitten on and taking the food out. After taking out the food you set it on top of the oven before closing the oven door and taking off the mitten.

“Anything else you need from me?” you asked as you looked at your husband.

“No,” he said as he turned to look at you. “I don't think so.”

“Okay,” you said before putting your arms around him. “When can we eat?”

“Now if you want but some of it will be hot,” he said as he put his hands on your waist. “But we can wait if that's what you want.”

“No,” you said as you pulled away from him and got a plate. “I want to go ahead and eat our homemade Christmas dinner before opening presents.”