#implied kidnapping

[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.

[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

[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.”

[3amfanfiction]

idk if you’ll think this is OOC for simon in the darling and doll series but can you write moments where he was actually kinda sweet/loving to doll? the recent chapters made me feel bad for doll, she doesnt get enough love 😔

feel free to ignore if u dont want to write him a bit ooc

Hi nonnie, this is the best I could do without pulling him so far ooc that we would be talking about a different story. Shoutout to gouge for brainstorming help. I couldn't have done it without them

cw: aftermath of rape, lackluster first-aid, icepacks and haircuts. It's assumed that reader has shorter hair in this.

Simon x reader, part of the Doll and Darling series (this is a dark series, hurt/no comfort, so be aware before you dive in)

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You jerked back as something hit the bed.

The packaging crinkled. You stared with uncomprehending eyes, trying to figure out what was just thrown at you.

"I know I was too rough with you last night. So. There's an icepack," the man standing over you grumbled. He was frowning down at you, expression put-out that you needed medical attention at all, no matter how lackluster it was.

Your fingers trembled as you reached for it, pulling it in.

He huffed an exasperated breath as the seconds ticked on and you fiddled with it, trying to hold it gingerly to hinge of your hip to help with the pain only to flinch away when you pressed too hard. "It's just a fucking icepack, how do you not know how to use it?" He pulled it from your hands to press it firmly against your body, ignoring your wheezed gasp of air at the pressure against your tender ligaments.

He'd had you in all sorts of stress positions the night before. Pushing and pulling you this way and that. When the morning light had come, you'd barely been able to walk, having to content yourself to wallowing in bed in pain.

You were surprised at his gesture. This wasn't the first time he'd hurt you but it was the first time he'd done something about it. You were hesitant to look a gift horse in the mouth but at the same time you were wary of this kindness. Surely he would expect recompense. Something further he would take from you that you weren't even aware you still held.

Still.

"Thank you."

It was best to stay on his good side while he had one.

You sat there awkwardly as the pain in your hip slowly cooled. It had dulled to a low throb when Simon shifted, bending down to tug you up and over his shoulder.

Well, that was short lived, you thought bitterly as you hung upside down, staring at his back. You wondered what new horrors he had in mind now that he had adequately 'repaired' you.

He sat you down on the bathroom counter, the hard surface cold against your bare thighs. Watching as he bent over to rummage through the drawer, you wondered at your life. You never expected to end up here—held against your will by a man you now knew far too thoroughly. Life was supposed to work out. It was supposed to be this great adventure that you were on, something exciting and full of hope. Not exhausting and full of pain.

You flinched when he stood up. You couldn't help it. A minute twitch that he was sure to have seen. Because he saw everything. There was no hiding from him. And it was constant. An ever-watchful eye over your shoulder that never blinked, never slept, always seeing.

You were the watcher this time as he straightened and stepped closer to you, spreading your knees (slower when he saw your wince at your hip being moved) and stepping in between them. Your spine went rigid when you saw the pair of scissors in his hand.

"W-wait, what are you doing?"

"Hold still," he grumbled, grabbing your chin to keep you from jerking away. "Unless you want these scissors to end up in your eye, you won't move."

Your muscles locked up, spine rigid as you froze at the threat.

"That's a good pet."

Your eyes clenched shut involuntarily as the scissors got closer to your face, leaving you to twitch in surprise at the snip near your ear. You felt strands of hair fall, brushing your bare shoulder on the way down. You sat as still as you could, cradling him in the V of your legs as he looked down on you with a slight frown of concentration. Your eyes cracked open to take a peek at him.

"Why are you doing this?" you whispered through strangled vocal cords.

"Noticed you kept messing with it. Know you don't like your hair this long."

That's right. You'd almost forgotten the time he'd spent stalking you before he kidnapped you. The hours he'd spent outside your house or following you on your errands. He would've seen everything you did. Cataloged everything about you. Including personal appearance preferences.

It was almost sweet in a way. Not really but you could delude yourself into thinking that way. You could pretend that it was care and devotion that had him helping you with your leg and your hair. A concern for you welfare and emotional state. A desire to keep you happy.

You knew it wasn't true but it was fun to pretend. To sit still and let him cut your hair in this musty bathroom, strands falling all over the counter and floor. Shedding more of your DNA around this hellhole to be found if the police ever bothered to look. If they were ever pointed in Simon's direction.

His grip on your chin gentled as he turned your head this way and that. Tilting it as he checked his work.

You sat still, careful to only move in the way he wanted. Eager for this to be over but also thankful for the small kindness he was showing. It was still a relief when it was finally over. You took deep breaths for the first time in ages, filling your lungs and shifting.

Simon took a step back to look at you, "Good as new."

He picked you back up and moved you to the couch, throwing you down onto the cushions with a slight bounce. You winced and readjusted the icepack that was slowly warming against your leg.

Simon sat beside you, pulled you into his lap and turned on a footie match, reaching out to twist a pinch of hair back and forth between two fingers. If he would've been anyone else you would have snapped at him about putting knots in your hair. But it wasn't someone else so you stayed silent, letting him fiddle to his hearts content.

You found yourself slowly relaxing back into his heat, the warmth soothing on a fundamental level. But it was the steady rise and fall of his chest that finally lulled you to sleep, hopeful that this strange mood would continue. This softer Simon that you hadn't seen before. You hoped he stuck around.

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Hi!!! Hope you're doing well. Um I was wondering....could you write a story where caretaker is a magic user and they use a sleeping spell to put overworked whumpee to sleep? Or even villian using a sleeping spell on overworked hero. You don't have to write this if your overwhelmed with requests. If you do thank you! You would've made my day!

Hi Anon! Sure, I can write this for you! Here you go!

A Royal Pain

Whumpee swung their sword over and over again at the wooden targets. Caretaker looked on with growing worry. Ever since they had been rescued, Whumpee had been overdoing it on the training field. They practiced day and night, barely stopping for meals and definitely not stopping for sleep. They carried their sword everywhere they went, and they had started to drag it across the ground in a fashion most unlike them. Whumpee had always taken good care of their things, soit was increasingly concerning to see them handling their weapon in such a way.

“Whumpee-”

The blade held inches from their nose had Caretaker throwing their hands up in surrender. Whumpee stared through bloodshot eyes, a look of tired determination on their face. It took them far too long to recognize the court mage and their best friend. When they did, they lowered their weapon with a harsh clang against the ground.

“Caretaker,” Whumpee panted, “you mustn’t sneak up on me like that.”

Caretaker hadn’t been trying to sneak up on them at all. In fact, they were trying to make their approaching movements as obvious as possible so as not to alarm them. So much for that.

“I’m sorry,” Caretaker said, “it’s just… I’m worried about you.”

“I suppose you would be,” Whumpee sighed, “considering how easily I was taken. I won’t disappoint you again, I’m making sure of it.”

Whumpee went back to slashing at the targets. They were missing almost every swing. Whumpee, the most skilled swordfighter in the kingdom, hitting less marks than a novice. Caretaker shook their head.

“No one is disappointed in you, Whumpee,” they said, “you’ve been at this all day, why don’t you take a short break and come inside with me? Chef is making your favorite I’m told.”

Chef had been making Whumpee’s favorite meal for the last three days in a row, in hopes that it would entice them to settle down. Whumpee gave Caretaker the same answer they had been giving everyone else.

“Later. I just need more time.”

The incantation grew ever-present in Caretaker’s mind. They had been debating for some time whether to use it. The larger part of them said Whumpee desperately needed the rest, but the annoyingly noble part of them mentioned the slight drawback that Whumpee would feel terribly betrayed when they woke up…

Caretaker shoved their troublesome gallantry down. This was no time to be trustworthy. They mumbled the incantation, performing the appropriate hand movements from inside their robes.

“Sleep,” Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee turned slowly, holding their hand to their head and dropping their weapon entirely.

“Caretaker?”

“Yes, Whumpee?” Caretaker kept their tone light and casual.

“I… did you do something?”

Whumpee took a wobbly step forward. Caretaker closed the distance between them and caught them before they could fall.

“Only what I had to,” Caretaker admitted.

Whumpee’s eyes were starting to flutter, their body going limp in Caretaker’s hold. Everytime their eyelids drooped closed, Whumpee forced them back open. Strong-willed, the king and queen would say, though Caretaker preferred the term, “bullheaded”.

“Don’t fight it,” Caretaker huffed, “you’re not going to win.”

Whumpee’s breathing deepened as their body finally succumbed to Caretaker’s spell. Caretaker summoned two guards to help carry them back inside.

“Their highness requires constant supervision,” Caretaker said, “let me know the moment they wake up.”

“Yes, Caretaker,” the first guard said.

“And inform Chef that Whumpee will in fact be eating this evening.”

“Very good, Caretaker,” the other guard said, “that ought to lift Chef’s spirits considerably.”

Caretaker went to tell the king and queen that Whumpee was finally resting. Their majesties wouldn’t mind that they had taken some magical liberties to get them there.

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[pipsqueaks89934]

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.”

[whump-allthe-way]

“thanks.. dad..” says whumpee, their voice rough and low, as caretaker threads their fingers through their tangled hair

vs

“no please-! dad make it stop! it hurts- please-!” as they thrash and scream, arching away from whumper’s blade as they slice and carve into their skin, caretaker watching in chains

[anoushka-m-alice]

Masterlist

The ruse: An injured whumper?

I saw a young man running today, wearing a knee brace and limping through his strides. Guess who was already in a whumpy daydream so took that as inspiration…

Next thing I know, I’m imagining a whump scenario, the whumper pretending to be injured to elicit the help of their kind-hearted target and lure them closer to a vehicle or building.

And then that classic movie moment, when the target turns whumpee, realising they’re in danger as the limp evens out into a smooth stride; the injury is revealed to have been a ruse.

Mmm, it gave me those good feelings…

[cumtastiics]

How about a young victorian yandere doctor who saved his darling from the asylum he works at (they had nobody and were deemed insane) and constantly reminds them that the only way for them to not end up in a cell is to marry him?

YAN!VICTORIAN DOCTOR

tw: yandere/obsessive behavior, manipulation.

a/n: like i said in his hcs he is much more controlling over you and veryyyy manipulative !!!

"Calm down," he said to you, grabbing your wrist so you'd stop trying to take the chain off. "You'll hurt yourself."

"I told you, I don't want to be here!" You argued, trying to throw his hand off, desperate to get far away from him.

Everything about this place made your skin crawl, it was worse than the asylum. You were kept in his basement, which was quite large but smelled horrible, like something was rotting.

You never understood how you caught his attention at the asylum; he wasn't even your doctor, but when he noticed you, it wasn't long till you were out of the asylum.

"Our wedding is only days away. Don't you want to look nice and clean on the day? I have to keep you here till you know that I am just ensuring your safety, it's as simple as that."

"No, you're not! You're crazy!" You spat, trying to not start crying in front of him. "You're worse than me!"

"Don't lie to yourself," he said, dryly. "If you don't marry me, everyone is going to see you as someone insane, and you'll be all alone. No one to defend you. Wouldn't it be better if you had me? I could prevent you from going back into the asylum."

You knew he was right, but you knew you couldn't fight him. Just by his influence alone, you didn't have to stay in the asylum.

But you didn't want to stay with him.

[sapphirekey]

Yan!Gojo: ...y/n? Are you even listening to me?

Y/N:

Yan!Gojo: Silent treatment, huh...

Yan!Gojo: Fine. I see how it is.

Y/N:

Yan!Gojo: y/n, I'll give you to the count of three to say something to me

Y/N:

Yan!Gojo: One...

Y/N:

Yan!Gojo: Two...

Y/N:

Yan!Gojo: Don't make me get to three—

Y/N: Alright, alright already!

Yan!Gojo: See? Was that so hard?

Yan!Gojo: Now, answer the question...

Yan!Gojo: Do you prefer a leather collar, or a metal one?

Y/N: Neither.

Yan!Gojo: Metal it is!

[kuunibal]

Welcome to The Yandere Cafe

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 27th: Cuddles

Warnings: kidnapping mentioned, Yandere stuff

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You were lying on one side of the couch watching a movie but you couldn't get comfortable since it was cold. Living in a place where it gets freezing was not your idea since you and the cold do not get along but when it came down to it your kidnapper didn't care for your opinion on the matter.

It's so cold!

You curled up even more into your bundle of pillows and blankets as you tried to stay warm.

“Baby, why don't you just come over here and snuggle with me?” your kidnapper offered while patting his lap.

“NO!” you yelled while trying to curl more into the blankets.

“Why not?” he asked with a pout.

“Because I don't want to!” you said as you continued to watch the movie.

“Oh come on,” he said as you turned to look at him. “You’re cold and I'm offering you a way to get warm.”

“No!” you said flatly before turning back to the TV.

“Fine,” he said as he crossed his arms while turning to the TV. “Suite yourself.”

“Why don't you just turn up the heat?” you asked, not taking your eyes off the TV.

“Because I'm warm,” he said back also not taking his eyes off the TV. “And I don't want to overheat.”

“Ugh!” you let out while turning away from everything.

After a few more minutes of not being able to feel your toes or fingers you gave in to his request and grabbed all your pillows and blankets before waddling over to him.

“I'm still cold!” you said as you stood in front of him.

“Oh, baby come here,” he cooed while leaning over to you before grabbing your hips to guide you into his lap. “Don't worry baby I'll keep you warmed up.”

He was warm, so warm that you started to find it hard to keep your eyes open after a while.

“Are you awake?” he asked as you forced your eyes open for the 6th time.

“Mmm,” you mumbled while rubbing your eyes. “…Yeah…”

“Don't fall asleep on me just yet,” he laughed while patting you on the head. “We still haven't finished the movie.”

“But it's so warm and cozy!” you whined while closing your eyes again.

“Fine, you can fall asleep,” he sighed before reaching to get the remote. “I'll pause it so we can finish it when you wake up.”

“Okay,” you mumbled again as you got even more comfortable. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, baby!” he said before turning the TV on to something that he liked.

[literarystarfish]

“You thought I ran away?”

“I’m sorry! Everyone assumed you were dead!”

“You ‘went missing’ according to the news. Some thought you ran away… but I knew better.”

“Well we knew you were missing. But now I guess you’ve been ‘found’ sooo…..”

“They had us stop looking after a while. The evidence honestly looked like you did.”

“We all did. I never would have guessed you were going through…this….”

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe in you. I should have known you never would have left us like that.”

“It only took so long because I had to convince the others you hadn’t.”

“Well what else were we supposed to think? There was a note and everything!”

[whumblr]

Whumpee paced up and down, leaving a trail on the dirt road as they peeked out from under the arch of the bridge, didn't spot anyone yet, and walked back again, almost in a constant circle. They fiddled with the phone in their hands, checked their messages again.

Caretaker - 08.13 Will meet you there. On my way.

Well, hurry... They didn't feel comfortable here. They'd never been here before, didn't even know it existed, and not a soul had walked past yet. But it didn't take long before they heard footsteps approaching and Whumpee lit up.

"There you are! What too--" They stopped dead in their tracks. Fell back a step. Breath faltering and voice weak as they brought out, "What are you doing here?"

Whumper strode up and merely gave a shrug. "Well, what are you?"

"I'm waiting for Caretaker! And he'll be here soon so you'd better--"

"What a coincidence," Whumper cut over them. "Because Caretaker..." he pulled a phone from his pocket and Whumpee immediately recognised the case, "...is also waiting for you."

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[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee and Caretaker getting into an argument in the car, to the point Caretaker demands Whumpee to get out of the car. Whumpee did so, and Caretaker drove away.

And Whumpee disappears without a trace after that. And Caretaker thinks it was all their fault. If they hadn't kicked them out of the car, then...

[gothghostiie]

Wesker coming back into his/your room from getting ready in the bathroom, only for you to squeak and hide in the pile of blankets and stuffies in your cage because you’re still a little on edge from the punishment he gave you last night :(

aww :(

poor little thing is so scared it breaks his heart:( hes slowly crouching down next to the cage, asking you if you're okay and to come out to him :( coaxing you into coming back to his arms, holding you gently and petting your head, telling you its okay now, he's not mad anymore, you're okay now:((