#tw implied kidnapping

[cheesecakethots]

university playboy childe, who you swear you see more times fighting outside or flirting with anything that has legs than actually in class.

that is, until he’s seated next to you in one of your classes, much to your disappointment. suddenly he wants to learn. his parents pay for his tuition, and are rich enough that whatever he does can be wiped away by the heads of the university. it drives you insane.

he enjoys messing with you, finding the expression on your face utterly delectable whenever he manages to get a rise out of you.

at first, it was only for a dare. you were cute, but extremely nerdy and reserved. him and his friends thought it’d be good for a laugh if he managed to have you opening your legs for him.

he realises he’s in too deep when he starts fantasising about you at night, despite the fact that he hasn’t even seen an inch of your body beneath the clothes you wear. he starts wondering what you’d wear if he took you out on dates, how you’d act, what you’d blush to.

you soon start to become begrudgingly accepting of his presence in your life, and then you actually start to like him, despite the fact that your other friends warn you to steer clear and avoid him.

after enough time, he eventually manages to get you into his bed. you spend a lot of time oooing and aahing at his house before he can get there, but the wait is worth it.

god. he starts to wonder whether he’s in love with you when the deed is done, and you’re lying next to him in bed, fast asleep. he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to sleep with anyone else again, after that. he’s not sure if he wants to let you go so easily.

you’re not next to him when he wakes up in the morning, instead quietly getting changed with the clothes that have been thrown on his floor. he thinks that maybe he should put you in one of his shirts.

his arms wrap around you from behind, and he presses kisses to your neck. you laugh, lazily pushing him off and continuing to put on your clothes.

“why don’t you stay?” he asks, seating himself back on the bed, his head tilting and a lock of messy ginger hair falling over one of his eyes. he grins wolfishly, “i can make it worth your whileeee…”

“you don’t need to do all this.”

his smile falters a little. “hm? do all what, baby?”

you giggle, “and you don’t have to call me that. i know this was only for a dare.”

he stands again, feeling his heart start to pound, “no, no, it’s not, i-“

you raise an eyebrow, “i’m not stupid, ajax.”

he’s lost for words, but you’re not.

“don’t worry, i’m not mad. i mean, i used you so i could stop being a virgin, in all honesty. i didn’t expect anything of it. oh! but if you want to tell your friends that i’m hung up over you, i won’t be mad either. see you around!”

your hand falls on the doorknob, but when you pull it doesn’t open. huh? you glance back at him quizzically. when did he lock it?

“i’m sorry. it was for a dare, but it’s not anymore. i’m in love with you,” he admits, his expression more serious than anything you’ve ever seen of him.

something in his eyes freaks you out, and you laugh awkwardly, “alright, the jokes over, unlock the door, i really have somewhere i need to-“

“no,” he says, moving closer to you, until he’s backed you up against the door, “you’re not leaving.”

your friends were right. you should’ve avoided him, after all.

[black-aurora-nora]

Sibling Squabbles | Yandere!Superman and Jon x Teen!Reader

“Jon, please get out the way.” You demanded in an even tone.

The younger boy didn’t budge from his spot in front of the door. His gaze held firm and he shook his head, “Dad said you couldn’t leave.”

“Clark doesn’t hold authority over me.” You reminded him matter of factly, “He’s not my father and I’m not your sister.”

Jon frowned deeply at your words, “Dad said you’d have a hard time-“

“Move, Jon!” You demanded again, louder.

You moved up to him, trying to shuffle past him with your backpack filled with a few essentials.

“Where would you even go?! You were homeless before this!”

“And? At least I wasn’t stuck in some house with creepy men!” You rebutted angrily, grabbing for the doorknob.

Jon grabbed your wrist, gripping it tight, “I’m not creepy! And neither is my dad! Take that back!” He knew that his dad told him to be gentle with you since you were still settling down but you were going too far.

“No! I mean it! You’re creepy!” You repeated sharply, trying to wrestle your wrist from Jon’s grip. “Ugh! It’s no wonder your mom left-!”

A sickening crack sounded from your wrist and you saw it crinkle in a way it wasn’t supposed to then a horrible pain that left you screaming from both the shock of what happened and the pain.

Jon stood frozen, breathing uneven.

He looked from your crumpled arm to your snotty face.

He hadn’t meant to hurt you. His father had warned him plenty of times to use his powers for good and here he was hurting you because you said something hurtful.

“I-I’m- (Y/N), I’m so-!” He reached out to you and you jerked back violently with a yelp.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You snapped, opening the door with your good hand and running out towards the trail that led to the city.

Jon decided it best that he not follow you.

He knew you wouldn’t escape now anyhow. You were far too hurt and in too much shock to get far enough. And no one would allow a young teen like you to walk around with a broken arm if you did make it to the city.

The next time he saw you, which was a day later, his father had brought you back home with a blue cast on your arm.

You looked exhausted, pissed off, and every other negative emotion that people could feel.

Clark had you both in the living room and glanced at the two of you sternly. He looked at you first with an expectant gaze.

“(Y/N), apologize to your brother.” He said, arms crossed.

You kept your gaze on the cast for a moment.

A deep breath in, “Sorry.”

“You can do better than that.” Clark wasn’t one that took apologies lightly. You had to put your full heart into it. “Remember what we talked about at the doctor’s.”

Another deep breath, “Sorry for saying stuff about your mother.” You gritted out, “And about you… I didn’t mean it.” Your voice was incredibly monotone but Clark knew that was the best they were going to get from you right now.

He knew there’d be plenty more altercations in the future to teach you how to apologize properly and honestly.

He turned to Jon, “Be more careful in the future,” He reminded him simply, “And apologize to your sister.”

Jon’s lip wobbled as he gazed at you and you wished great harm upon him. How dare he act like he was the one that had been victimized? Like he was innocent?

How dare Clark make you apologize first when Jon had hurt you? Now you were stuck in a cast and had been set back.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I won’t do that ever again and I forgive you.” He gave you a teary smile, “I know you’re having a hard time and I should’ve kept my anger in check.”

Clark smiled warmly, “Try to keep the sibling squabble to a minimum, okay, you two?” He patted you both on the head.

He then stood up and made his way to the kitchen, “Who wants breakfast?” He asked, tying an apron around his person, “I’m thinking waffles, eggs and bacon!”

Jon licked his lips, “I’ll have some! Can I help?!” He asked excitedly, running after his father.

“Of course you can, Jon.” You heard Clark answer from the kitchen, “(Y/N), come join us.”

God you hated them with every fiber of your being.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 1'745

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapped Reader, Captive Reader, Implied death and torture (not reader), Brief descriptions of blood, Possessiveness, Implied abusive behaviour.

Additional Notes: Ya girl gets chronic nightmares, so I'm being self-indulgent here.

Nights like these were always rough.

It was cold. Cold enough that you could see your breath every time you exhaled, and you wrapped your arms around yourself for an additional layer of protection against the frigid air.

The sound of the hammock’s ropes resonated throughout the empty chamber of the sewer, creaking as you rocked it back and forth. The hamstrings in your calf had begun to burn over an hour ago from the repetitive motion of pushing from the heel of your foot to the ball, but that didn’t stop you from doing it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Each motion accompanied by the sound of rope straining under weight.

At times you swore the weight of sleeplessness added onto your actual biomass.

He wasn’t there. Mahito usually wasn’t when you woke up like this. Cold. Tired. Achy. It almost made you miss him, but the sane part of you that remained was thankful for the absence.

He had already seen far too many sides of you for your liking. Him seeing another would be… well. Gut-wrenching was always a good way to describe it, but violating came closer.

Back and forth.

Part of you wondered where he went in the evenings. Curses didn’t sleep, and he typically got his fill of you during the daylight hours, so - as far as you knew - once you drifted off he was gone in favor of unleashing whatever horrors he desired to inflict that night. Sometimes you’d hear distant screams echoing along the vast expanse of the sewers, and you knew he wasn’t far.

Those nights you folded the single pillow in the hammock over your ears and muffled the sounds of suffering to the best of your ability.

But there were no screams tonight. Just the creaking of the ropes and the distant drip of water from a leaky pipe.

“Trouble sleeping?”

Mahito’s sudden voice from behind startled you so badly that you over-calculated the rocking motion of the hammock and sent yourself spiraling onto the concrete floor.

A new sound filled the air - his degrading, overzealous cackle bouncing off the walls while he held an arm over his stomach, doubling over at the sight of you.

“Look at you, you should see your face!”

The tired glare you sent him only earned another round of laughter and you sat up with most of your weight supported behind you on the palms of your hands.

“I thought you went out.”

“I did~.” He said, reaching out and pulling you back up to a standing position by your upper arm once he was finished with his laughing fit. “And now I’m back.”

You hummed lowly in acknowledgement, brushing bits of idle debris off your clothes using your free hand but stopped when his grip tightened on your bicep.

He leered closer to you, the hot rot of his breath hitting you directly in the face.

“Well?”

You swallowed. “Welcome back.”

He grinned, teeth flashing in the dim lighting before he pulled you with him, falling backward into the hammock with you between his legs, back resting against his chest.

It was deceptively domestic, especially when he ran his fingers up and down your arm absentmindedly. The additional warmth of what little body heat he provided did not help in the delusion, either.

“Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“I know that.” He poked your cheek, the nail of his finger digging into the soft skin and leaving a crescent moon shape. “I asked why.”

You shrugged, not giving a verbal answer outright, but the sigh that followed gave away far more than you intended to.

Mahito clicked his tongue and put his hand under your chin, forcing your head to tilt back so you had no choice but to look at him. It was a little awkward with the semi-upside-down positioning, but things like that were never of any concern to him.

“Details, sweetheart, stop stalling.”

You made a face at the pet name he had chosen for this week. It was tacky and tasteless, but in your opinion anything he picked was. That being said, it was better than what he had chosen the week before.

“I have nightmares, okay?”

His face filled with child-like wonderment and he let go of your chin. A small grunt of relief left you and you rubbed the back of your neck while Mahito repositioned the both of you so he could look at you better - slotting you beside him.

“Poor little thing gets nightmares…” He cooed mockingly, running a hand through your hair. “Am I in them?”

It took everything not to sneer at him. Of course, that would be the first thing he would ask. Not that you were surprised, but that didn’t lessen the near-overwhelming desire to kick him in the teeth.

You forced your feelings down and shook your head. “Not all of them.”

His smile returned, eyes gleaming at the subtext of your words. “But I have been.”

You cringed and went to look away from him, but his cool fingers wrapped around your jaw and brought your gaze back to his.

“What happens in these dreams?”

“A lot.” Your answer was clipped, not wanting to offer more, but his grip didn’t waver. Your jaw clenched. “I can’t remember all of them.”

“But you remember some.”

“Some are hard to forget.”

He pulled you closer - wrapping his arms around you so you were completely trapped against him in an embrace that made your skin crawl.

“I’m all ears~.”

Your lips formed a thin line, the silence and tension between you growing ever palpable with each second you remained quiet.

Mahito sighed, tracing patterns along your back, but his amusement never wavered. “Do I kill you, is that it?” He let his fingers slide up along the upper half of your spine, dragging them across your shoulder blade and back down again before repeating the motion. “Do you beg me for your life like you’ve heard so many do before you?”

He giggled and ran his other hand along your jaw, “You can tell me~.”

A shiver went through you, from the cold you reasoned, but you still stayed quiet - not willing to confirm the small yet horrifically accurate details of his guesses. 

Anything you feared him doing to you in the waking world, he’d done in your dreams. Killing you. Maiming you. Making you wish you were never born, but really that one was a constant even when you weren’t asleep.

He chuckled again at the silence and patted your cheek, “So predictable, I wonder if that’s what you dreamed about tonight for you to be so mousey…”

The near-hopeful curiosity of his tone had your stomach in knots and you swallowed bile.

“It wasn’t.”

“Hmm?” His expression fell, a bit of disappointment shifting onto his face but it was quickly overtaken by interest and the patterns being traced along your back came to a stop. “What was it then?”

You made a face. “Does it matter?”

“Oh, sweetheart, yes it does.” Mahito squeezed you tighter, the look on his face a little… manic. “I want to know what’s going on in that little mind of yours.”

He tapped his fingers twice against your temple in emphasis, each time making you flinch a little bit. “Spill.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips, the skin already chapped and dry before you had even begun.

“It’s a reoccurring one, and it’s always the same.” You started. “I’m in a building that has endless halls and endless rooms. There’s no light coming from an obvious source, and it doesn’t illuminate everything - leaving some parts in complete black.”

Mahito raised an eyebrow, seemingly not very impressed so far, but you continued.

“There’s no exit. No way of getting out. Any emergency exit leads to another hall, and any stairs that would lead to the roof are sealed off by a wall that shouldn’t be there.

“None of the rooms are the same. Some are harder to get into than others and they don’t have a door. I have to crawl on my belly or shimmy my way between two panels that are so close together that I can’t even breathe as I move through them…”

Even the memories of the claustrophobia made you shiver.

“Sometimes the rooms are… coated. Absolutely coated in blood, but there are never any bodies. It’s thick and hot, like it had just been spilled…”

Mahito huffed, toying with a strand of your hair. “Doesn’t seem that bad, I thought you’d have thicker skin after all I’ve done to you.”

That made you both flinch and cringe, but it was quickly overtaken by a wave of anger and you shot him a look. “You asked.”

The words were bitter - doing nothing to mask the sickeningly real sting of hurt you felt.

“Now, now, don’t be like that.” He cooed, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. “Go on.”

Your frown deepened and you shook your head. “That’s essentially all there is to it.”

Mahito sucked on his teeth and tsk’d. “‘Essentially’ isn’t everything, what are you leaving out?”

The look on his face was still one of morbid interest, but you could see the impatience starting to build behind his eyes.

Impatience meant boredom, and boredom was never good.

“...As I move through the rooms, I sometimes feel like I’m being followed by something, but when I look back there is nothing there.”

Something more serious replaced the look in his eyes in the time it took to blink. “By something or someone?”

“I don’t know!” The frustration fully bled into your tone for a moment and you cleared your throat after a beat. “I just know I can feel whatever it is watching me, sometimes so closely I can feel them breathing down my neck…”

You rubbed your neck in discomfort as if you could still feel it. “It stays that way until I wake up…”

Mahito was silent for a bit, his expression not changing and he gripped you to the point it was painful. Controlling.

Possessive.

Eventually, his grip loosened, but only enough so he could slide his hand down along your neck, the touch lingering.

“Sounds like you need different dreams, then.” He said, cold fingers wrapping around your throat, but not squeezing just yet. Goosebumps blossomed over the flesh and this time you knew it wasn’t from the cold.

“I can help with that~.”

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[devourable]

༄ the mermaids

sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?

happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌

apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho

there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.

when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.

that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.

it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.

the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!

they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.

but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.

...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?

all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.

tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.

it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…

with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.

it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!

for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.

everyone except you, of course!

and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.

needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!

it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!

they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Enjoy these pics of a bitch in survival and her stalkers boyfriends <333

Tw blood, slashers, kidnapping implication, yandere sauce tbh

💀💀Happy ween 🍊🍊

[gothghostiie]

imagine being allowed to sleep in bed with Albert for the first time since your last escape attempt. You’ve been good enough that he thinks you’ve earned a night in his bed instead of in your cage. But his grip on you is completely solid, you’re not getting up unless you beg his permission. But all you care about is being back in Master’s warm soft bed with him holding you close.

mmmm snuggling up and clinging to him tightly while his strong arms are wrapped around you, holding you almost too tight but the pressure makes you feel safe and cared for :( you nuzzle into him, telling him how warm he is and how much you like being this close to him and how thankful you are to be in his bed:(( he almost wants to keep you in his bed every night

[rowiewritesstuff]

Yandere Tarn from MTMTE pls?

MTMTE Yandere Tarn X Reader

Tarn detested humans- so for you to get his attention you’d have to have something helpful or interesting about you.

The DJD was visiting a bar after a day of refilling their supplies. They weren’t going to go, but Nickel said that they should cut loose once in a while. There, a human tackled Nickels’ bottom half with a hug. 

Tarn was instantly protective, but a surprising hello from Nickel to you had him backing off. You looked up with wide eyes to see Tarn.

“HOLY- Wow! Tarn, it’s an honor to meet you!” You grinned up at him. “I’m a huuuuge fan of your work!” All of the DJD was stumped by your excited behavior. 

Nickel face palmed and pushed you off. “DJD, (Y/N). (Y/N), DJD.” She looked up to Tarn. “We met on the colony forever ago. They were one of the only humans there- who for some reason was attached to me.” 

They looked confused and Vos spoke up in his language. You answered, surprising everyone yet again. “Yeah, there was a weird explosion thingy and now I’m kinda old. I think I’m like… a few hundred years now? I don’t know. I heal quickly now so it’s hard for things to kill me.” 

Vos asked you how you knew the language. “Uh, I dunno. I just learned it over time. I can’t speak it though, our voice boxes are different from each other's”

The DJD spent a longer amount of time there than they had expected so that you and Nickel could catch up. While Nickel pretended to be annoyed by you, she was actually really happy to see you. You were the only organic she ever tolerated. 

The rest of the DJD got along with you pretty well too, despite them being off put by your fleshiness. Tarn had a hard time however, as he hated organics a lot more than most of the others. 

When Nickel asked if you could travel with them, Tarn said no. After a glare from Nickel and a few convincing words from the others, you packed up what little belongings you had and made yourself at home on the Peaceful Tyranny. 

Tarn had avoided you for a hot minute, but everyone else learned that you were an amazing person. You helped Nickel patch them up after fights, and even upgraded some of their weapons. Vos loved your input on his experiments, even if he’d never admit it. You often put together what he failed to. 

Eventually, you and Tarn were in a room alone. He noticed you were reading ‘Towards Peace’. 

“Is this your first time reading that?” He asked you. 

You didn’t even look up from your book as you mumbled at him. “No, I’ve lost count how many times I’ve read it.”

Tarn grew a little respect for you then. “What do you think of it?” He sat up in his chair.

You finally looked up at him with a small frown on your face. He didn’t expect anything good from your expression. “I love it. Its words are weaved so intricately, and these are words everyone should live by. Megatron, though? He should die for betraying the Decepticon cause. He’s a traitor and should be treated as such.” 

Tarn’s eyes widened from behind his mask. While the DJD read the book, you seemed much more dedicated to it. From that moment on, you and Tarn would often have political discussions. You both would argue about small, odd wordings in the text. You were actually the only one who was ever allowed to disagree with him on wordings, because no matter what you still had the same general ideals. 

Tarn had realized that despite being organic, you were honorable. He looked up files on you in the Decepticons’ database only to find that you were a simple clerk for the Decepticon cause. You were an honorary Decepticon- though not technically one at all. Tarn began getting closer to you, often being seen carrying you on his shoulder.

One day, the Peaceful Tyranny docked on a Decepticon-Friendly planet. You were in awe the entire time at the pure beauty of it. The sun was similar to Earth’s, though the sky was a pale purple. The moss that coated the ground was a pale blue, and the animals were adorable. 

You bumped Nickel a little bit. “I think this is where I get off, Nicks.” 

She smiled sadly at you. “I figured. You always were one for simple beauty. I’ll help you pack up to go.”

You packed your bags quickly, only having three to begin with. When you entered the main room you saw the rest of the DJD. You grinned up at them. “Well, thank you guys so much for your hospitality. I’ll hopefully see you guys again.” 

Everyone seemed a little sad to see you go. Right as you began your departure from the ship you were scooped up into a servo. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tarn’s crimson optics looked down at you. “You have become part of this ship, and it would be so unfortunate if you were to leave so soon. 

“I’m sorry, Tarn. I never like to stay in one place for too long.” You frowned.

“My apologies. I didn’t mean to make it seem like you had a choice.” This caused the room to feel cold. You looked up at tarn with a nervous grin. 

“Th-that’s not funny, Tarn. Put me down please.” 

Nickel glared at the tall bot. “Tarn, put them down.”

Tarn glared back at Nickel and to you. “No. You will remain aboard this ship- it’s dangerous for Decepticons off board these days.”

Kaon tried to speak up for you, but a simple glare was enough to silence him. 

You tried to jump down but he tightened his grip on you. Everyone felt tense and some even left the room. You looked down at Nickel who only looked away. She could only do so much to help you. 

Tarn tilted your chin up to look at him. “It’s alright. I’ll treat you the same as any loyal Decepticon.”

“Then why don’t you let me go?” You felt tears building up in your eyes as the large bot petted your head gently.

Tarn hummed at you while beginning the trek to his berthroom. “While you are a loyal Decepticon, you are still an organic who doesn’t know what’s best for them. Don’t worry- you’ll be taken care of. Unless, of course, you’re a traitor?” His eyes left you paralyzed. All you could do was stutter a quiet ‘no’ out. “Good. You do know what we do to traitors, after all.”

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober: Day Eight - Alternative Prompt: "Shaking."

Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced kidnapping and murder, and major character death.

Please, ignore that this is three hours later than usual.

Word count: 1,430

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Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when Mike can’t force himself to sleep. He wanders out of his room and down the hall. All the way to his….

He stares at the off-white door. Garrett’s name is still printed across the top in red letters (“red is my favorite color, because it reminds me of you.” Mike never understood what his brother meant by that, and now he never would). He hesitates, hand on the door knob. 

Mike takes a quick glance towards his parents’ room. His mom and dad wouldn’t be happy to see him up so late (they don’t seem happy to see him ever. Not after…), but their door is shut and all the lights look to be off. 

His heart is beating fast in his chest. Not out of fear. He’s been in here so many times. The room is practically his safe haven from a world that has changed so much since his brother went missing. 

Mike closes the door behind himself, quickly and quietly just in case his parents decide to mosey down the hallway. The room smells clean. Unlived in. It feels wrong. His brother was naturally tidy, but this….

Mike swallows down his anxieties and lays on the tiny twin-bed. Once upon a time, this bed belonged to him. It’s funny how time works. 

He lays on his back, closing his eyes. It’s hard now, almost two years later, to remember the sound of his brother’s voice. It shouldn’t be. Mike had been twelve. Not three. He should be able to keep the memory of Garrett in his head. So many people told him before, during, and after the “funeral” (which was pointless, because he’s sure his brother is out there somewhere. Alive and well and healthy and…and…) that Garrett will forever remain in his heart. He hated that. He hated it so much. Especially when the memories he holds so dear are starting to leave him. It feels like his brother’s leaving for a second time. 

“.......Mike…….” 

His eyes shoot open. He sits up, looking around the room. Everything seems to be in place. His mom liked to clean the room every so often to prevent dust and mildew. 

“Mikey…..” the voice says again. 

He scrambles out of bed, heart resuming its previous task of beating against his ribcage. “Gar-Garrett…?” He whispers into the darkness of the room. “Where…where are you?”

“Follow my voice,” his brother tells him, and Mike would know (even if it’s almost entirely faded from his memory) Garrett’s voice from anywhere. 

He wanders out of the room, not even bothering to check if his parents are up. Mike has more important things to do.

“I miss you, Mikey,” his brother murmurs, voice drifting down the hallway. He follows it without a second thought. 

“I miss you too.”  

Mike is led down the stairs and towards the front door. He pauses in the doorway. It’s the dead of winter, and bitterly cold outside. And he only has a tee-shirt and pajama pants on. 

“Mike…?” His little brother asks, voice somewhere outside.

“I…I can’t go outside. It’s too cold.”

“But Mike,” Garrett whines, “I want to play with you.”

“Let me grab a-”

“Please.”

Maybe it isn’t that cold outside. And as long as he isn’t out for a long time, it’ll probably be okay. 

“Okay,” Mike gives in, stepping through the threshold. He closes the door behind him. 

“Yay!” His brother cheers. 

“Where are we going?” Mike asks, starting to trek down the icy driveway. He crosses his arms to stay warm. 

“That’s a surprise.”

They walk for a while until Mike can’t bear the cold anymore. “I…I think I need to go home. It’s too cold out here.”

“But I want to play with you.”

“I-I kn-know, but…but my fe-feet and hands are starting to r-r-really hurt. I…I d-d-don’t think it’s s-s-safe to-to be out here.” He vaguely remembers hearing on the news that the temperatures were supposed to drop to dangerous levels. 

“Please,” his brother begs. “I miss you a lot.”

“I…I’m c-c-cold,” Mike gets out between chattering teeth.

“You’re almost there.”

Against his better judgment, MIke nods, ignoring the pain radiating from all of his extremities. “O–okay.”

He’s led to a small diner. It looks old and abandoned. The lights are all turned off, and there’s a ‘closed’ sign in the front window that has several layers of dust on it. 

“Wh-where are w-w-we….” Mike stutters, mind slowing down. 

His brother doesn’t answer, but the padlock on the chain around the front door falls away. Not wanting to stay in the cold a minute longer, Mike lunges at the doors. He has to force them open, as they either haven’t been used in a long, long time, or the below-zero temperatures have frozen them together. 

The diner is warmer, but just barely. It’s obvious no one has been here in years. “Hello…?” He calls out. “Garrett?”

But no one answers him. 

Mike shivers, teeth still chattering together. “Garrett? Where are you?” He goes deeper into the restaurant, hoping (at the very least) it might warm him up.

He passes a small stage. There’s two spots where it's obvious something heavy stood for a long time. 

Mike yawns, drowsy. “Garrett?” 

“Almost there, Mike,” his little brother calls to him. “I’m in the backroom.”

Nodding, Mike stumbles his way down the hall and over to a large metal door. The words: Parts and Services are labeled across the top in big, blocky letters. He opens the door. 

The inside of the room is somehow colder than the rest of the restaurant. Mike’s shivering becomes even more evident. “G-Gar-Garrett…?”

A sudden clatter to his right makes Mike jump. He throws his arms up, ready to attack whoever or whatever made the noise. The movement almost throws him off balance. 

An old bear animatronic sits in the furthest corner. One of its eyes has been torn out and wires protrude from the socket. It also only has one ear, the other one reduced to bits of metal and wires. Its costume is tattered and dirty, and if Mike squints he swears he can see dark stains around the thing’s mouth. 

All the alarm bells  should be going off in his head, but the feeling of wanting to curl up and sleep is starting to become harder to ignore. He stumbles closer, staggering from side to side. His feet and hands are almost numb, but his teeth continue to chatter together. 

“You found me!” His little brother cheers. The voice sounds like it’s coming from somewhere near the suit, but when Mike looks, there’s no one there. 

“Wh-where…?” Mike slurs his words, almost falling when he takes a step forward. 

“Right here.”

“I-I d-don’t see you.”

“In the suit.”

“Oh,” he says, like that’s normal.  

“Come sit next to me. I’m sure you’re very tired.”

Instead of answering, Mike finds himself wobbling the last few steps over to the broken down animatronic. He falls to his knees next to it, arms still wrapped around himself. Mike curls into a ball next to it, the back of his head resting against its leg. 

“Goodnight, big brother,” his little brother says. 

Mike murmurs a response, but it comes out garbled and incoherent. 

It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim him. 

-x-x-x-

William stomps down the hallway. His security cameras alerted him-two hours later-of someone entering the diner. Probably a squatter or a very brave (or foolish) teenager. Though, according to the grainy footage, they haven’t left yet (unless they did so while William was away from his monitor).

He checked the entirety of the restaurant. Under tables, behind the counters, in the kitchen, and even the bathrooms. So, there’s only one more place they can hide. 

He slams open the door to the backroom. 

In the corner of the room, Fredbear, noticeably powered up, stares at him. Cradled in its arms is likely the person who broke in. 

For a second, William just stands there. “Who is that?” He asks, like Fredbear is actually going to answer him. 

The animatronic bear huffs, joints creaking as it tightens its hold on the person’s body. William laughs. He comes closer. His eyes sweep across the body. 

A young boy, either a preteen or in his very early teens. The boy looks almost angelic nestled in Fredbear’s arms. A few of his dark curls have fallen onto his face, contrasting with his unnaturally pale skin.

William’s heart stops. 

His entire world screeches to a halt. 

Because the boy in Fredbear’s arms is……

“Michael….?”

[kissesforsatoru]

Hello! If it's not a problem can I ask for Manila!Izana with a police officer darling? Maybe one where the darling infiltrated the gang undercover to bring it down?

pairings : izana x reader

summary : izana with a cop darling who infiltrated his gang

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, implied kidnapping, reader is tied up and gagged in the beginning, non-con kissing

"izana," kakucho calls, entering the room, and izana looks at him with a raise of his eyebrow, "we got the rat. they're in the interrogation room right now."

izana stands from his seat and walks towards kakucho, stopping when right next to him to place a hand on his shoulder, "you're always upholding my expectations, kakucho, just as a servant should. good job," he says, and then he leaves the room.-

the walk to the interrogation room was quick, and when izana arrived, the men stationed at the door immediately opened it for him to enter. inside, tied up and gagged, you shot up and glared at him, but izana could still see the obvious fear in your eyes and the slight shake of your body; it filled him with satisfaction every time a rat realized the kind of trap they'd stumbled themselves into. whiney little creatures they are, screeching for their lives like helpless animals about to be devoured, all while completely at his mercy to do whatever the hell he wanted. izana never quite liked to get his hands dirty, but seeing the scared looks and screams for mercy will has always exhilarated him.

"i'll deal with this one alone," he says, smirking as he hears your muffled noises of resistance, but the doors close and you're left alone with him anyway.

he takes slow steps towards you, watching as you try your damndest to maintain an unrelenting look—it's cute, really, seeing you so desperate to prove that he doesn't scare you when your body blatantly betrays you. your efforts are nothing but a mask to comfort yourself with, but izana will soon rip that mask away and leave you broken along with it.

when he reaches you, he bends down in front of you, looking at you directly, and his proximity alone already starts to deteriorate your fabricated confidence—your eyes are glossy, as if you're about to cry, and your noises start to break off into weak little whines. even so, your eyes still shne with determination. how pitiful.

he reaches up and hooks his finger under your gag, pulling it down off of your mouth and dropping it to rest around your neck. you gasp and move your jaw around to try and ease the soreness, and then suddenly your attention snaps back to him.

"let me go right now," you say, and he's honestly surprised that your voice doesn't break or faulter at all. he huffs a laugh and looks at you with amusement flaring in his crazed eyes.

"oh? and why should i do that?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head to the side.

you grunt, and then, "because this is illegal," you say as if it's obvious, but to izana, the legality of things has never mattered, and you of all people should know that. you've caused him quite a bit of trouble by working with the police; luckily, he's always been one step ahead of you, watching you and the rest of the police parade around like fools. you got too close though, stumbled upon something you shouldn't have and now you're here. a shame, really.

"yeah? you think i care about that?" the question is rhetorical since the both of you know the answer, but you decide to answer anyway.

"no," you say, and your voice does faulter this time, if only slightly, "but when my collogues get here, this will just be another charge against you," you say, eyes flicking away from him for a second as you gulp. izana almost feels bad for you for believing such a silly little thing like that. your 'collogues' aren't coming and he won't be getting charged with anything—not when he has plenty of people working for him from inside the police. you were just a clueless little rookie that wanted to crack a big case to gain some recognition, but instead you got yourself pathetically involved in something that would have always been a losing game for you. it's just sad.

"you know, i like you a lot, y/n. i think i'll keep you," he says, smiling at you, but something about that smile feels off. he brings his hand up to pet your head gently, and then a second later, it falls to rest on the nape of your neck where he pushes you closer to him, "i'll have fun breaking you into my perfect little lover," he whispers, and then his lips are on yours before you can even think to protest him.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Hi, do you still take x reader requests?? If you do, I was wanting a Phantom x reader/Y/N (she/they pronouns) and maybe Y/N got kidnapped by a rival being and he shows up rescue Y/N? Possessive Phantom is one of my favorite ideas, and he’s barely, just barely by a thread holding back from going full on eldritch being on the kidnappers + the rival. Maybe Phantom comforts Y/N afterwards too?

Call me Cos :D (for anon, I’ll be space anon if that isn’t taken)

Well, I do so love my body horror, so I'll admit that I kinda went further than that "just barely by a thread" part. . .

(This is based on a set of headcanons I posted a while ago; go here if you'd like to see them.)

Sorry this took so long, but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy it!

(Trigger Warnings: violence, body horror, eyes, teeth, mentions of snakes, mentions of insects, implied kidnapping, implied illegal business, talk of death/dying, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.) 

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“I’m really not sure what you’re hoping to gain from this,” you announced, resting your cheek against one hand as you looked out at the world through the bars of the cage. 

Your captor—an admittedly stunning woman with a halo of crystals orbiting around the golden points of a crown protruding from her silvery hair—hummed thoughtfully.

“Not too much, if I’m being honest,” she answered with a dismissive shrug.

You quirked a brow, straightening your back a little. It was difficult to look her in the eyes; they glowed with undeniable power. The most piercing, dangerous, otherworldly shade of blue you’d ever seen. 

Your brain was begging you to focus on something else. Anything else, really. The room outside your cage was extravagant, boasting marble floors and looming pillars and filigree carvings on the walls. Everything was inlaid with blue gemstones in some way. Even your cage, nestled in the corner, was polished and decorated to perfection.  

But you still made a valiant attempt to keep eye-contact. You couldn’t just let her think you were some shrinking violet. 

“Then why did you bring me here in the first place? Why did you bother to just wait in my mirror until I finally got home?”

The Multiverse Monarch took a few steps closer to further scrutinize you. 

“Why does anyone do anything?” She responded. “Why do you mortals insist on making sacrifices, traveling to places you’ve never seen before, crossing bridges that don’t even exist yet?”

“Because we’ll eventually get paid for it,” you replied. “Or, we all hope to, at least.” 

Monarch blinked, a small snicker forcing its way through her teeth. She quickly shook her head, engaging in the rolling-your-eyes-with-your-whole-body gesture. 

“Because it’s there,” she stated in the most matter-of-fact tone you’d ever heard. “Because it’s just something to do. Something to temporarily keep your little lives from continuing to be mundane as fuck.”

You hummed at the explanation. There was definitely some truth to it, but you thrived on sarcasm. You couldn’t help that; it was a survival mechanism. “I feel like doing any kind of business with Phantom already pretty far from ‘mundane as fuck.’ I almost ended up being one of his contractors when we first met, and now look where I stand with him.”  

Monarch tilted her head to the side, folding her arms across her chest. “That kind of thing happens with a lot of dealmakers and potential clients. Much more frequently than you’ think. Don’t feel special.”

“I never said I felt special,” you argued. And now it was your turn to smirk, since it was so obvious that you and Monarch were now thinking the same thing. 

Phantom was many, many things. And one of them was, so simply, shady as they came. However, he could also be honest when the mood suited him. 

When the two of you had first met, he’d seen you as just another soul with enough potential and enough need of supernatural assistance to be considered for his collection. You, on the other hand, had long-since honed your instincts to sense ulterior motives. And at that point in time, you’d been, for lack of a better word, tired. 

Before that point, you’d been stepped on and laughed at and criticized so. Many. Damn. Times. 

You’d gotten tired of that. 

You’d gotten tired of trying so hard and putting out so much and only getting a few breadcrumbs here and there to show for it. 

You’d gotten so tired that it was miracle you’d even bothered to read Phantom’s contract in its entirety. 

And even with the potential consequences literally written down right in front of you. . .you’d been tired enough to not care.

So what if your soul became the property of an eldritch abomination?

At least you’d get some time to finally enjoy a few things before that. 

You’re not sure what Phantom saw in your tiredness. Hell, you’d flat-out asked him before, and he hadn’t been able to give you a clear answer himself. But that was just it: he’d seen something that he wanted to keep. Not just for his collection, but. . .

Well, Phantom had been quiet for most of that particular meeting, mainly relying on his elevator pitch for small talk as you read through the requirements and expectations. When you took hold on his feather quill, he went silent. He’d stayed silent as you hesitated. You’d felt his eyes boring holes through your skull. And just as you were about to sign your name on the dotted line, Phantom had yanked the contract away, insisting that he needed to make a few updates to it. 

The rest, as they say, is history.

“Plus,” you added. “I’ve heard all about the spats the two of you have gotten into. And when you combine those with the business angle of things. . .I mean, I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s still not mundane at all. Isn’t that enough?”

“You’ve only heard about those spats from his perspective,” Monarch snarked. Insanity glinted in her eyes. A buzzing, humming, keening, music suddenly stabbed its way into your ears, and you finally had to look away from her, ducking your head and kneading at your temples. 

More footsteps clicked closer, and a cold hand was suddenly grasping your chin, slowly forcing you to look back up. 

Her eyes. . .they looked even less human than before. Now they were compound, seeming to shudder in their sockets as that frightening blue light glowed brighter and brighter. 

A pair of long, sinuous antennae now protruded from her forehead, covered in a network of crystalline veins. They reached down to lightly tap against your scalp, making that unearthly music reverberate in your skull. 

“And enough is ภєשєг єภ๏ยﻮђ,” she concluded, allowing you to catch a glimpse of something shuffling about between the rows of her teeth. “ภєשєг ђคร ๒єєภ, ภєשєг ฬเɭɭ ๒є.”

“MONARCH!” A familiar voice suddenly shouted from somewhere on the outside of the throne room. . .or, it had to be outside the throne room, at least. But then, that voice shouldn’t have been echoing and bouncing around the corners with such violence.  “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!”

Not if it was a human’s voice, that is. 

And that’s why you immediately recognized it. You’d been hearing it every day for a good couple years now, after all.

You’d been waiting to hear it today.

“I know you know,” Monarch called back, only slightly raising her own tone as a smirk played at her lips. She released her grip on your chin, strolling away from your cage to settle down onto her throne. “That’s what makes this kind of stuff so fun.”

What sounded like a Category 5 earthquake slammed against the towering side-by-side doors that waited across the room. The thunderous sound was followed by a cacophony of screeching, like razor-sharp claws being dragged across ornate wood and stone.

“Well, if we’re going with that logic,” Phantom seethed from wherever he was, “then you also know that if you don’t bring [Y/N] out here right now, I swear I’ll 𐍂𐍊Ƥ 𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐌴𐌰ζ𐌷 𐍈𐍆 𐌸𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐐎𐍊𐍀𐌾Ⲋ 𐍈𐍀𐌴-𐌱𐌸-𐍈𐍀𐌴!"

Phantom’s pitch seemed to warp like metal, now twisting and rattling in the air. It gave the impression of a hissing, growling, churning well; like he was speaking through multiple people—or multiple monsters, really—at once.

“And I’ll just grow replacements for them,” Monarch replied, examining her fingernails, looking extremely cool and collected someone who was facing promises of dismemberment. “If you’re gonna threaten me, then maybe aim for something that’ll be more difficult to recover.” 

Another shockwave pounded against the doors from the other side. The entire room shook; you could feel the floor vibrating through your shoes for a long moment. 

Phantom’s voice hummed, shifting from ferocious anger to vicious mockery in a heartbeat. “Like those clones of yours?”

You craned your neck to glance at Monarch through the cage’s bars. You had to bite down a chuckle at the way she stiffened; if there was one thing you and Phantom had bonded over, it was the art of schadenfreude. 

“My clones are scattered across the multiverse,” Monarch contended. “It would take you at least six-thousand-nine-hundred years for you to find all of them!”

She let out an icy snicker that made your spine want to crawl its way out of your back and go somewhere a little more quiet. “ץ๏ย’гє คɭгєค๔ץ ђคɭŦ-รєภเɭє; รђ๏ยɭ๔ภ’Շ ๒є Շ๏๏ ɭ๏ภﻮ ๒єŦ๏гє ץ๏ย’гє คɭɭ Շђє ฬคץ Շђєгє.” 

“Oh, now you’re in for it,” you murmured. Though the speculation was mainly to yourself, you had no doubts that your captor could hear you.

An animalistic roar echoed through the walls, and the doors shook in their frame yet again. This time, the boom was accentuated by the undeniable call of something shattering. 

“𐍊 ꡕ𐌰𐌸 𐌱𐌴 𐐎𐌴ࠋࠋ-𐍈ⱱ𐌴𐍂 𐌰 𐨠𐌷𐍈𐍁Ⲋ𐌰𐍀Ɗ, 𐌱𐍁𐨠 𐍊 𐌰ꡕ 𐍀𐍈𐨠 Ⲋ𐌴𐍀𐍊ࠋ𐌴!”

The latest tremor lingered, not just fading away like the last two strikes. You subconsciously held onto the bars in a white-knuckled grip.

Phantom knew you were here; he wouldn’t make Monarch’s entire palace collapse if it meant the risk of you getting crushed in the rubble. Despite your trust in him, your instincts were on still fire now, screaming the the floor was absolutely going to cave in beneath you at any second.

Phantom spoke up again, dripping with surreal danger. “What about all the souls you’ve gathered? What if I set my sights on those, Moth? They aren’t exactly easy to replace. We both now that better than anyone.”

Monarch stood on her throne, her movement too fluid and quick to be natural. The entire lower-half of her face seemed to have eroded away. Smooth, human-esquse flesh had been replaced by the mandibles you’d seen earlier. They shuddered and snapped, making an odd, almost musical chittering noise.

And right above them. . .her eyes. . .

Her eyes had grown disturbingly wide, rolling around in her head as each of the hexagonal units adorning either of them reflected everything around her. You could see yourself in the corner of them. She was still watching you as much as she was watching Phantom through the doors. 

Her antennae now almost resembled crooked swords, twitching so violently that it was a wonder how her crown stayed in place. 

The lights of the room flickered, growing dark and insidious. The temperature automatically dropped through several degrees; goosebumps prickled over every square-inch of your skin. Your senses were so shocked by the change that you almost didn’t notice the awful chorus of stretching and tearing that coiled through the room. 

By the time you finally looked back at Monarch, you choked on air. 

Her fair skin and silvery locks had just finished practically ripping themselves apart to make way for. . .not bones, perse. An exoskeleton: a shining, jagged, horrific carapace that looked like it was molded from liquefied diamonds. 

The woman was gone.

An enormous insectoid monster stood in her place. 

It was like nothing you’d ever seen before (which was saying something, since you’d seen quite a lot thanks to your relationship with Phantom). 

As though you were looking at the impossible result of a mythical threesome between a primordial praying mantis, spider, and butterfly.  

Far, far too many long, spindly, dagger-like legs and clutching, serrated claws to count. 

At the center of them all was a glowing abdomen that trembled with every breath Monarch took. It ended in a glittering stinger that would make even the world’s sharpest harpoon look like a toothpick. 

Her mandibles were now large enough to easily decapitate you with one bite. Each time they moved, an otherworldly chittering rhythm leaked out.

Four billowing wings as vast and blue as a trench in the ocean, covered in organized lines of piercing eye-spots.

No. . .those weren’t spots. 

Honest-to-fucking-goodness eyes.

And they were still keeping some focus on you. 

Monarch snarled. Against all odds, her voice remained soft. When it mixed with that chittering, however, the sound felt like needles. “ץ๏ย ๔๏ภ'Շ ђคשє Շђє ภєгשє.”

And with that, the doors finally buckled, flying off their hinges to embed themselves in the walls. 

A haze of heat and terrifying energy swept into the room, followed an instant later by another abomination. 

Despite the anxiety prying at your ribs, you still managed to smile. You even felt butterflies in your stomach.

Phantom was here. He’d come to take you back home.

At first, he seemed to be a sentient, slow-moving tornado of smoke. With your personal experience, you knew that he was simply wearing that fog sort of like a cloak. 

As more and more of his true form rippled into the throne room, as all the smoke sliced around him, you could easily see the shapes of bones that all fit together to form a colossal serpentine skeleton. 

A vast array of organs writhed further inside the seemingly endless ribcage, glowing similarly to the embers at the bottom of a firepit. 

That glow had absolutely nothing on Phantom’s eyes, however. 

Then again, you weren’t sure if you could really call them eyes. 

The sockets in his triangle-shaped head emitted plumes of flaming, spiraling smoke. Beneath them, a maw filled to the brim with serrated fangs; the largest ones dripped with luminescent venom that sizzled as it hit the marble floors. A long, forked black tongue flicked in and out between all those teeth like a party favor. 

So, in short: the richest, purest form of nightmare fuel for anyone with ophidiophobia. . .well, almost. Two arms (only two at the moment. You knew more could be summoned and then retracted at a second’s notice) jutted out from its sides, each ending in a clutch of five talons.

And there was something peculiar pinched between two of those talons. 

“𐨠𐍂𐌸 ꡕ𐌴,” Phantom hissed as he raised his arm to show it off. 

It was spherical in shape, almost looking like one of those pretty glass marbles that always seemed to be in antique stores for whatever reason. 

But you knew better. 

The longer you started at it, the more it seemed to bounce—no, to pulse in the air. It gleamed with a soft, warm, colorful light. A living light. 

That was someone’s soul. 

You’d seen Phantom handling souls before, but those all had been his (technically) legal property, having been signed over to him by his clients. 

Judging by the way Monarch screamed as Phantom tossed it for his other talons to catch, this one had to be part of her collection. 

“𐍊𐨠'Ⲋ 𐍂𐌴𐌰ࠋࠋ𐌸 Ⲋ𐍊ꡕƤࠋ𐌴, ꡕ𐍈𐨠𐌷. . .” Phantom put a little more pressure on the soul in his grasp. It responded via turning a darker shade, almost partially deflating like a smoker’s lung. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ ꡕ𐌴, 𐌰𐍀Ɗ 𐍊 𐨠𐌰𐌺𐌴 Ⲋ𐍈ꡕ𐌴𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌾 𐍆𐍂𐍈ꡕ 𐌸𐍈𐍁.”

Monarch bristled. For a brief, horrible moment, you worried that she would reach over and clamp the cage to crush it around you like a soda can. 

You’d heard stories of her power. As far as you knew, she was one of few beings strong enough to have a stalemate with Phantom. 

The two of them stared at one another for what felt like hours. 

“คภ๔ ץ๏ย คɭฬคץร รคץ ՇђคՇ ๏Շђєг קє๏קɭє ςคภ'Շ Շคкє ן๏кєร,” Monarch accused, clicking her mandibles. She then let out an acidic sigh. “Ŧเภє. ﻮเשє ՇђคՇ ๏ภє ๒คςк Շ๏ ๓є, คภ๔ ץ๏ย ςคภ ђคשє ץ๏ยгร.”

“𐍀𐍈,” Phantom snapped. “𐌸𐍈𐍁 𐌾𐍊ⱱ𐌴 𐨠𐌷𐌴ꡕ 𐌱𐌰ζ𐌺 𐍆𐍊𐍂Ⲋ𐨠.”

Monarch hissed, leaning back, tensing up.

“How about you both move at the same time?” You called out, having finally reclaimed your voice. 

Both of the crimes against nature swiveled their heads in your direction. One part of you instinctually wanted to curl into a ball. The other part stood firm. 

No matter how terrifying Phantom was, no matter how much of a psychological hurdle it always was for you to see him in his true form like this. . .you still knew that he cared about you. He just wanted to keep you safe, to have you stay by his side. Once you were with him again, everything would be fine. 

He and Monarch side-eyed each other. 

One of Monarch’s legs reached over, clutching at the door to the cage. Simultaneously, Phantom pushed his talons, the soul still in his grasp, toward his rival. 

Then, less than a second later, they moved in tandem. 

As Phantom passed that unfortunate soul back to its owner, there was suddenly a gaping hole in the middle of the bars. You sprinted out and across the throne room, just barely managing to not trip over that long blue carpet. 

Phantom met you halfway, one clutch of talons hovering behind you, gently pushing you to stand closer to him. He lowered his skull, angling it to keep his fangs away as you leaned against him, stretching your arms in an awkward attempt to hug him.

“Շђєгє, รєє? ՇђคՇ ฬครภ'Շ ร๏ ђคг๔,” Monarch piped back up. You didn’t look at her, but you could guess at the snide grin slowly-but-surely spreading over her mandibles. Was this part of the adrenaline rush, or. . .whatever she’d been after? “คɭฬคץร ฬเՇђ Շђє ๔гค๓คՇเςร.” 

“𐌸𐍈𐍁'𐍂𐌴 𐍈𐍀𐌴 𐨠𐍈 𐍆𐍁ζ𐌺𐍊𐍀𐌾  𐨠𐌰ࠋ𐌺,” Phantom growled, holding you closer. You could see his horrific excuse for a heart thrashing and shifting through various colors unlike any you’d ever seen on Earth. “𐍊'ꡕ 𐌾𐍈𐍀𐍀𐌰 𐍂𐌴ꡕ𐌴ꡕ𐌱𐌴𐍂 𐨠𐌷𐍊Ⲋ 𐐎𐌷𐌴𐍀 𐍈𐍁𐍂 𐍀𐌴𑀌𐨠 ꡕ𐌴𐌴𐨠𐍊𐍀𐌾 ζ𐍈ꡕ𐌴Ⲋ 𐌰𐍂𐍈𐍁𐍀Ɗ. ʝ𐍁Ⲋ𐨠  𐨠𐌷𐍊𐍀𐌺 𐌰𐌱𐍈𐍁𐨠 𐨠𐌷𐌰𐨠."

[azlrse]

➳ into the duskgloom sea (yandere black pearl cookie x GN!cookie reader concept)

cw: yandere content!!

a/n: my schedule's been jam-packed with loads of schoolworks so have this sneek peek as my compensation

Before Black Pearl Cookie became the dark abyss herself, she was once a kind hearted mermaid who had an interest towards your kind. She loved the surface and collects things that she found within the ocean floor or on the glistening sand of the cave where she seek shelter if the waters are too dangerous for her to swim forth.

She loved her treasures and among her treasures was the cookie she fell in love at first sight; it's you, a cookie who also loved the ocean itself and partake a journey to study it's waters. You're a marine biologist who studied vigorously in order for you to achieve this dream you always wanted since in your youth.

Your mother warned you about following the steps of your father, in which he died along with his sunken ship and crew (only a few survived the shipwreck) and it left your mother devastated as she mourned his lost. You are a kid back then, didn't understand on why your mother wept and on her hand was the letter that was now soaked by her tears.

But she couldn't stop you from getting that dreams of yours. If that makes you happy then she couldn't force you to abandon your dreams. Plus, your father didn't like it if his wife forces you to search for another career.

Now back to Black Pearl Cookie.

Each and everyday, she would come up towards the surface to watch over the ship you took aboard. The way her black long hair flew by the wind as she hides behind a large boulder, her minty eyes sparkle whenever you appeared by her view. She sighed dreamily on how beautiful/handsome you looked from your uniform, the way you beamed whenever someone mentioned the ocean and your voice. That sweet melodic voice that she loved the most about you.

She always dreamed on having legs just to be with you.

But alas, bad luck has struck as soon as the storm has swept your ship. Many of the crew members made it through the life boats but for you, you're swept by the harsh waves and was knocked out as soon as you hit the waters.

That's where she rescued you and brought you into the cave she seek shelter with. As soon as you are awake, you heavily thanked her for rescuing you and became fast friends with her.

Long story short, the two of you became a couple but it turned bitter and sad when you died from an terminal illness years later and from that time, she had another friend she made during her mourning stage. That friend comforted her and established a platonic relationship with her.

But it didn't last long as soon as the ancestor of House Oyster took something very valuable from her.

Being betrayed and loosing the love of her life is what spirals her into a fitting rage as wrath slowly build up, transforming her into the monster she is now. Her black hair has becoming white as snow, her tail and eyes that was once a soft shade of mint and gray. has turned into shades of black and gray.

Now in the duskgloom sea, she seeks havoc by making the lives of sailors and pirates miserable by tossing their ships like some mere toys. It amuses her to see that ship sunken by her waves until she saw the ship that has an awfully familiar cookie aboard.

It's.... You!! Her once deceased beloved!!

After centuries of your death, you reincarnated with no memory of your past life and when she eves dropped that you didn't remember her, oh boy she. is. PISSED.

She will make sure that she'll make your ship sunk down into the dark ocean waters.

She makes sure that you will remember her.

She doesn't have the ability to love you anymore but you are the only one who can fill in this dark void she created within her ice cold heart.

Don't be frightened as soon as you saw yourself wrapped by chains and had the ability to breathe underwater. She will enjoy her time catching up to you as you struggle as spoke back to her that you don't even know her as she claims that she was your lover centuries ago.

Try to escape her once and she will remove your ability to have legs or perhaps living with her in the duskgloom sea won't be so bad after all..

Full fic: coming soon!!

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[cheesecakethots]

after ages of begging from you, chrollo got you a laptop that you’re allowed to use when you’ve been good. it’s only got a couple of games, usually ones where multiplayer isn’t possible.

one day, you go onto your sims and find a new world has been made, one you’re sure you didn’t make yourself. huh. weird.

your jaw practically hits the floor when you see a sim of you and chrollo, married, with kids and woohooing every five minutes. it’s even weirder to see that your sim has clearly been worked on for a long while to make it look as close to you as possible.

you’re tempted to smash the laptop over his head, but settle for a better idea; putting on some sneaky mods so you can watch your sim kick his in the balls, tear his hair off, stab him in the heart, and maybe set him on fire if he’s been particularly annoying that day.

it’s surprisingly therapeutic. maybe make sure not to save your progress, just so he doesn’t find out, and you can continue to treat his sim like a little chrollo voodoo doll.

[black-aurora-nora]

Warm Embrace | Yandere!Mirio x Reader

“(Y/N),” You shivered at the use of your name, clutching the blanket wrapped around you closer to your body, “You know you can’t sleep like that forever.”

Yes the hell you could, you thought from within your thin cocoon.

Ever since you’d been permanently moved in with Mirio, you’d refused to willingly touch him in any way.

To avoid touching him when you both went to bed, you feverishly wrapped yourself in your small blanket that you’d bought years ago.

And though Mirio was patient with you, it was obvious that his patience was beginning to run thin.

All he wanted to do was cuddle with you in the bed! It broke his heart whenever he watched you tightly wrap yourself in that blanket of yours.

He could tell that you weren’t getting any good sleep either. You’d tremble throughout the night, anxiety ridden and unable to fully fall asleep.

But Mirio knew that some cuddles would help you relax. He was bigger than you so he could engulf you and keep you way warmer than that old blanket could. He just needed to show you.

You felt Mirio scooch closer to your balled form.

Quickly deciding that you didn't like this level of closeness, you nearly sprung from your blanket and out the bed.

Unfortunately, you weren't quick enough and Mirio hooked a muscular arm around your waist to snatch you back onto the bed with a hearty chuckle.

"Where ya goin?" He asked smoothly, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

Now you were trapped in his hold, back to his chest.

You could feel his warm breath on the back of your head and shivered.

This new development was not to you liking.

"M-...Mirio, let me go." You demanded shakily, sitting awkwardly on your side of the bed.

Instead of doing as you'd said, he held you tighter, sliding you into his lap.

You stilled.

Now you were even closer. You didn't think it was possible to be so close to someone. You never imagined that you'd allow yourself to get this close to him.

You could smell him. He smelled like patchouli. The scent of his new body wash that'd he'd gotten for himself recently.

If he held you for too long, his scent would rub off onto you.

If he held you any closer to him, you'd probably meld into each other and become one.

You wanted anything but that.

"Slow your breathing down, baby." He whispered into your shoulder. His lips grazed over the skin of your neck, you could feel the hairs sticking up at the stimulation, "You know I'd never hurt you."

He says that but then keeps you in his house locked away from the world and your family.

That was hurting you.

Your eyes warm with tears. Had the circumstances not been what they were, you would've melted at the way Mirio was holding you right now. How he was softly whispering into your ear that you were safe and keeping you warm with his body heat.

But that was a fantasy. A fantasy that Mirio was having no trouble acting out.

Maybe you should play along too. Gaslight yourself into being happy like Mirio was.

There was no way you'd be able to escape. Mirio had too many connections, too much money, too much influence.

With a choked sob, you allowed Mirio's suffocating light to completely engulf you. You sank into his embrace despite the way your chest bounced unevenly from the anxiety and allowed him to take deep breaths into your head, taking in your scent.

As he sunk you both into the mattress offering whispers of sweet nothings, you prayed that one day his embrace would grow warmer to keep you from descending any further.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

For my fellow readers with sleeping issues.

Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 2′557

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Sleep deprivation, Insomnia, Mindbreak if you squint, Noncon touching, Implied kidnapping.

“I swear to fucking god...”

You grabbed the bottle of melatonin off your nightstand and held it closer to your face, as if it would magically change the outcome of your current events.

You were tired. Painfully so. Insomnia was that bitch in your life that dangled the promise of sleep just out of reach, and would laugh at each and every failed attempt you’d make to get it.

The instructions on the off-white label were practically memorized by you at this point, but you still read them anyway on the off chance you had missed something.

‘Allow 1 tablet to dissolve under the tongue once per day or as directed by a physician. Recommended to reset circadian rhythm and for those with delayed sleep phase disorder’

You threw the bottle at the wall in frustration, ignoring the rain of pills that showered down after impact. You’d clean it up later.

It wasn’t enough. The “Extra Strength” claim on the label was nothing more than marketing bullshit since you had already taken three pills, and they had done fuck all. The tears of said frustration weren’t far behind, but you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand. You were tired as hell, yeah, but nothing worth crying over just yet. It had only been about…

You counted the hours on your fingers.

...About a day and a half.

You frowned. That couldn’t be right.

You did it again, only to arrive at the same answer.

“God damnit!”

Your aggravation was emphasized with the slam of your bedroom door behind you. You were still in PJ’s, but fuck it. It was 3am and hardly anyone would be out anyways. You were going for a walk, since maybe that would actually do something for you.

You didn’t even bother to grab a jacket on your way out the front door.

The air was warm this time of year, despite it being so late… or early, depending on how you wanted to view it.

The city and all its concrete soaked up the heat from the sun during the daytime, and it would radiate it back out once the sun had set - allowing for a 24 hour rotation of heat that made you feel like a fucking rotisserie.

You smirked a little to yourself. Another thing to blame your sleep troubles on.

Like you suspected, there was hardly anyone out. The most activity you saw was at the back door at bars where the employees were locking up for the night,  or at restaurants, where the work day had only just begun

You had no destination in mind as you walked. Thinking about one required too much effort, and you didn’t have the energy to contemplate such a thing. Besides, what good would it do to have one anyways if the point was simply to wander? Having one would make no sense.

After what felt like an hour, the ache in your feet had begun to override the blissful nothingness previously occupying your mind, and you leaned to rest against a stone wall that had been on your left side for the past little while.

Only then you noticed the significant drop of temperature in the air, and you looked around.

You weren’t in the city anymore.

At least not obviously. You were surrounded by vast amounts of green - illuminated only by the dull yellow lights that lined the paved walkway you stood on. It made the foliage that wasn’t touched by said light feel that much darker.

But it wasn’t just the lighting that made the atmosphere shift in the way it did.

No, something felt off. Similar to the sensation of being in a government building you had absolutely no business being in - but far more sinister. Goosebumps peppered your skin once you realized what it was.

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Even the small ravine next to you seemed to make no noise.

You turned on your heel and headed back the way you came.

“Leaving so soon?”

A shriek accompanied the startled jolt of terror that shot up your spine. You whipped around expecting to find someone, only to be met with the darkness of the path.

“Hello?”

Nothing. Not even crickets answered you.

You chuckled nervously, not sure of what to make of your situation. You knew sleep deprivation, if pushed long enough, could result in hallucinations, but you didn’t think you were that far gone just yet. That was only supposed to happen after two days without sleep.

A fact, you realized with growing horror, that could already be a reality.

You resumed walking - a few steps backwards at first before you turned and faced the proper way to accommodate the hurry in your steps.

You weren’t sure of exactly where you were, but if you followed the walkway it would undoubtedly lead you to a better lit area where you could get your bearings and figure out a way back home.

Your hands made a motion to enter a pocket that didn’t exist, and you were reminded of the fact you had neither brought your jacket with you, nor your phone.

God, you were an idiot.

“You’re going the wrong way.~”

Okay, what the fuck.

You stopped again and listened as hard as you could despite the roar of blood in your ears. The temptation to call out again to the voice was there, but you immediately thought the better of it.

Not wanting to stick around longer than necessary, you began to speed-walk..

The path felt endless. The foliage you passed felt the same, and the bridge you were about to go under felt way too familiar. A part of you hoped the familiarity was due to having seen it on your way in, and not because you were actually lost.

Eerie laughter from somewhere in the darkness did absolutely nothing to ease the palpable fear crawling in your skin, and a whimper slipped past your lips.

That was definitely not a hallucination.

The bridge felt akin to a checkpoint once you were under it. It was by no means safe, rather safer. You felt a lot less exposed to the trees - the iron supports acting as a comforting barrier to the outside world; even if logic dictated you were no less exposed than before.

Your slowed steps echoed quietly off the metal as you weighed the pros and cons of venturing further down the path. The unknown danger was by no means gone, but the promise of the coming dawn along with the temporary, albeit probably false, sense of security tempted you to stay put.

You cautiously poked your head out from the safety of the bridge and listened again - waiting for more laughter - or anything else, really.

“Where the fuck are you…”

“Here.”

You froze. Deer in the headlights as you slowly turned to face the owner of the voice no more than three feet behind you.

There was something so incredibly unsettling about the way he looked at you. He was smiling, yes, but there was something so Uncanny Valley about it that it had all instincts screaming at you to do one thing, and one thing only.

Run.

“Hey.” He said, far too casually.

Your eyes flicked over his appearance - lingering much longer than intended on the numerous stitches that ran across his face.

When you accidentally locked eyes with him, you gulped.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.” You began, “But I want you to leave me alone.”

The stranger raised his eyebrows, his three sections of pale blue hair falling to the side as he tilted his head curiously.

“What, no ‘hello’ back? That’s quite rude of you.”

You laughed, but there was no humour in the sound whatsoever. “My apologies. Please leave me alone.”

“I heard you the first time.” His expression fell into one of boredom while he flicked a piece of lint from his shirt. He clicked his tongue when his eyes came back to yours. “You’re out late, aren’t you?”

Your smile was all nerves. “I suppose.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and continued to look at you. Eventually he bowed ever so slightly towards you, but you couldn’t help but feel it was completely ingenuine.

“My name is Mahito.”

You smiled thinly. “Pleasure.”

He grinned and resumed his full height with a hand on his hip. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it.”

The lull of silence that fell between you was nothing short of awful, and you flinched when he finally laughed. It was sharp as it echoed across the underbelly of the bridge.

“Well, aren't you cute?”

“Not really.”

Mahito ignored your answer and leaned in closer, if that were even possible. “I think you are.”

You felt like you were going to be sick on the spot. “Thanks…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “But if you’d pardon me, I’d like to go home now.”

You went to step around him, but his movements mirrored yours - keeping the path behind him blocked.

“Now? We only just started talking.”

His exaggerated pout made you feel a nauseating combination of pissed off and afraid. “Yes. Like you said, it’s very late.”

“So why are you out here?”

“That’s my business.”

“Trouble sleeping?”

Time stood still after he said that, and the anxiety must have shown clearly on your face because his smirk only widened. “I read humans have issues with that.”

Humans. Not ‘people’. Humans.

Your brow furrowed and you moistened your lips before you spoke.

“We do.” You said slowly, “But what makes you think I do?”

“You threw your sleeping pills against the wall, I’d say that’s a clear sign you’re still having issues.”

If the world didn’t stand still before, it certainly did now.

Unlike before, he wasn’t smirking. He said it as it was - a fact. Neutral expression and everything. It only served to make the drop of your heart into your stomach feel like freefall.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words came out as a stutter.

Mahito watched your face the entire time you struggled with yourself and used the moment to nonchalantly walk closer to you - debris crunching quietly under the soles of his bare feet as he did.

“...Still?”

He grinned and reached out to push a strand of your hair out of your face with a single finger. “Bottle says to see a doc after you use it for more than four weeks, I’d say you’re pushing it.”

You flinched back from him before he could touch you, repulsed. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I told you, I’m Mahito.” He sighed and looked skyward for a moment, mumbling to himself. “Although I suppose sleep deprivation can result in problems with short-term memory…”

The tautness in your chest increased, and each breath became more difficult to suck in. It was all too much at once, and his complete dismissal of how goddamn creepy he was being only served to add to the fear.

He had been watching you, and clearly had been for a while. A fact only made worse by the knowledge that you hadn’t the faintest idea the entire time it had been happening - however long that had been.

“Did-” You cringed at the way your voice caught in your throat. The croak-like noise brought Mahito’s attention back to you immediately. “Did you follow me here?”

He cocked his head again to the side, “You shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite.”

You wanted to fucking cry.

You didn’t know what to do. Honest to god, you had absolutely no idea what to do or say anymore after a response like that because what was there to do?

You were alone. In the middle of a place you had never been with a person you had never met - one who was clearly out of their fucking mind.

Mahito giggled and he reached out to touch you again. “Your soul is trembling, am I making you nervous?”

Frankly you had never been more afraid in your life, and something in your brain snapped when his fingers made contact with your skin.

You ran.

Fight or flight was one hell of a bodily response. Gone was the tightness in your chest and back was the roar of blood in your ears as you sprinted down the path. The boost of adrenaline served its purpose - allowing your muscles to take on the inordinate amount of strain required to get you as far away from danger as possible.

A prospect that you didn’t expect to succeed as much as it did.

There was a large part of you that expected to get hit from behind - to go from hauling ass to eating shit in a matter of seconds, but it never happened.

No, what did occur was far, far worse.

There was an earth-shattering crash before the world disappeared. You had enough time to slap your palms over your ears before the scenery around you was literally pushed out by impossibly large, ink-like hands.

Whatever hands didn’t wall off your only chances of escape were used to pull you into a kingdom of darkness.

When you looked up, you didn’t see stars in this warped cosmos - only thousands of hands linked together in seemingly random patterns. There was no logic, only the horrific truth that solidified itself the more these hands clasped themselves together above your head.

You were trapped.

Even still, a part of you wondered if you were really here. If this was truly something happening to you of all people, and not some sick, horrendous nightmare conjured by several doses of melatonin at once.

That would make the most sense, wouldn’t it? That you were trapped in your mind rather than whatever horrors in front of your eyes - and it would only take a pinch of your skin along with  the will to wake up to set yourself free.

But any hope of that was shattered by the call of your name and the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

He knew your name. Of course he did. It would be incredibly stupid to think he wouldn’t if he had really been following you for as long as he alluded to. He had only been playing dumb beforehand so you would offer up your name to him freely.

On top of everything else, he was a fucking hypocrite.

You let him turn you freely - offering little resistance as he had you face him once more, and he cupped your face in his hands. You closed your eyes, unable to deal with the intensity of the blue and gray staring into your soul.

“Normally I hate this, but I have to thank you.” He murmured, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “The pills were only meant to wear you down. Coming out here… you made this easy for me.”

The burn of hot tears behind your lids worked as an incentive to keep them shut, and you bit your cheek hard - hoping that the taste of your own blood would keep you grounded enough not to break in front of whatever creature that held you in its grasp.

But unlike Mahito, you were only human.

And you tasted salt when cold lips pressed to your own.

© absolute-flaming-trash 2023. Do not repost, modify, copy, or claim.

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[vexx97]

When hearts change

For @iwaasfairy Persephone collab

Dilf! Age Osamu/reader

Wc: 5857

Tw: Stockholm syndrome, noncon, dubcon, one (1) slap, implied kidnapping, kept locked in basement, daddy kink, pet names, alcohol, Tsumu makes an appearance.

You don't remember how you got here or how long you've been, months maybe? Time doesn't feel relevant when you're locked away in a dark basement with only a single dim bulb illuminating the room around you. You're clothes, if you even want to call them that, are tagged and dirty. The man who keeps you here is named Osamu, he's older then you by about twenty years. Tall and strong, broad shoulders and thick thighs but albeit soft in the stomach from years of working at his restaurant, or so he's told you. All you remember is passing in the alley behind his restaurant where you met him the first time then it's black.

Osamu has a big house just outside the city, he keeps you locked away waiting for you to break and behave. He's a patient man and is more than happy to fuck that attitude out of you. Whether it be your throat, your cunt, or your ass he'll fuck the attitude out of you and break you to be his pretty little wife. Although you are a stubborn one, always fighting him and mouthing sharp jabs when you see him. None of his friends and family are aware that you are there, not you're the girl that went missing months and months ago. Except for Atsumu. Atsumu knows everything when it comes to his twin, they're a little too close for normal twins. And you always always hate it when he comes over, able to hear them upstairs in the kitchen as they get more intoxicated through the night.

Atsumu is always the loudest talking about the team he's coaching now that he's retired, after a while it gets quiet before the door to the basement opens and Osamu is leading a drunk Atsumu to you. Like a mouse trapped in a cage you learned long ago that you can't run or plead with Atsumu unlike Osamu who has gotten a bit softer with you over the years of being forced to be with him. Atsumu has a tendency to be cruel when he's drunk, deciding to behave scared of what Tsumu might do to you sitting obediently on your knees, hands in your lap. You hold back a whimper when you see samu sit in the large armchair nursing a beer, knowing that when he does this he's gonna let Atsumu do whatever he wants. Stealing a look to Osamu again he gives a wave of his hand, motioning to Atsumu and for you to pay attention to him. Turning back to the blond you whimper at his cruel smile as his fingers slowly tangle in your hair.

His grip turns harsh and shoves your face into his crotch making you rub your cheek against his half hard cock, you hear him mention how it's a shame that you aren't his cause he'd at least have you tied to a bed instead of a dirty basement. His words fall on deaf ears as you focus on anything but his cock hardening against your cheek. Osamu clears his throat warning you to behave, swallowing hard you look up at Atsumu who looks back with a look of expectation. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and take Atsumus now hard cock in your mouth. You always took too long for Atsumu's liking so he opts to shove his cock all the way down your throat causing your eyes to go wide and tears to form. He grunts out for you to keep his eyes on him and starts to roughly fuck your throat like he would your cunt or ass.

Tears fall as you focus on breathing, listening obediently to his instructions to keep your eyes on him. You're thankful Atsumu’s cock is more sensitive and not as thick as Osamu’s, he cums quickly throwing his head back with a loud moan of your name. You try to swallow his cum but you're sent into a coughing fit, saliva and cum spilling out of your mouth and onto your hands and lap, the feeling of humiliation and shame weighs heavy on your body when you hear Atsumu drunkenly laugh at you. You start crying, the humiliation of being laughed at by Atsumu is too much, Osamu steps in smacking Atsumu in the back of the head. He pulls a cloth from his back pocket wiping you down, he stares at you for a long moment before taking the keys at his belt and undoing the chain on your ankle. Swiftly picking you up and barking at Atsumu to follow him.

Atsumu grumbles curse after curse while he follows his twin upstairs grabbing another beer in the kitchen, you watch Osamu whose face has always been unreadable to you but opt to curl in to make yourself as small as possible sniffling and hiccuping but trying to stay quiet. Osamu looks down at you, furrowing his brows as you try to be as small and quiet as possible. He drops you on his bed snatching the beer from Atsumu and drinking it for himself, Atsumu yells at his brother before grumbling back to the kitchen for another. You hug your legs to your chest looking down but out of your peripheral you can see Osamu standing in front of you finishing it himself and setting it on his night stand. Suddenly he's in your face and making you lay back down on the bed, arms caging you in. Your trembling, being upstairs is new and you can't read his face. Without looking from your face he takes both wrists in one hand and pins them above your head, the other gently wrapping one of your legs around his waist before kneading the soft flesh of your thigh.

His gentleness is something that you've hardly ever seen, swallowing nervously at this new feeling even the bed underneath you is so new and much softer than yours. He can see the confusion in your eyes but when he moves to kiss you, his interrupted by Atsumu pulling at his shoulder complaining about how tonight is his night with the toy. Osamus eyebrow twitches at his twin, turning to glare at Atsumu he speaks low. "Sit down and shut yer trap she belongs to me." Atsumu pouts but listens anyway huffing as he moves to sit in the living room slamming the door behind him. Your confusion only increases but now you have Osamu's sole attention. With Osamu staring at you so intensely, you don't realize you started crying until he shushes you and wipes away your tears, cupping your cheek he leans down to kiss the other side of your cheek and down your jaw. You whimper, closing your eyes tightly still scared of when he might do, you hear Samu curse under his breath before he turns your face to him and gives you a heated kiss.

A part of you hate how soft his lips feel and how his tongue alone is making your body heat up but you know you can't help it, body quivering in his hold. Pulling away he whispers a soft "Look at me princess." Your eyes widen he's never used a sweet name for you, only harsh words when you act up, hesitating you look up at him body still trembling in his hold. His face is still unreadable as his thumb strokes the stray tears from your cheek. You can smell the alcohol on his breath but he tells you praises you've never heard before, promises of the life he dreams for you both and the sweetness makes your stomach twist because in another world, maybe you could have this life with such an admittedly handsome man. It becomes too much, you squirm under him tears back full force. His eyebrow twitches as he asks what's your problem, glaring at him you spill everything how he's gotten you terrified how he lets his brother be so cruel you've been down in the basement for who knows how long and all he's done is torment you and use your body.

Osamu frowns at your outbursts after he just spilled his heart to you and when you feel the grip on your wrists tighten in warning, it only makes you want to fight against him squirming and thrashing. It all comes to a hard stop when Osamu lifts himself up away from you and lands a harsh slap across your cheek. You stop moving, tasting iron on your tongue. All you can do is lay there and cry under him, it's quiet for a while as he stares down at you. You whimper out a small I'm sorry, he lets go of your wrists and picks you up again. You don't fight, just hide your face and cry in your hands, he tosses you on the couch by Atsumu waving for him to have at it while he goes back to his room. You cry out that you're sorry, scrambling off the couch to beg Osamu to take you away from Atsumu but the blonde grabs your ankle making you trip on the floor, his heavier body landing on top of yours and pinning you down. You're shaking and drop your head knowing you've messed up and won't get out of this, body pliant as Atsumu flips you over mocking you for the bruise on your cheek.

Just to add emphasis, he drags his tongue across your bruised cheek then bites down harshly on the skin, hips rutting against yours and hands pushing up the ratty shirt you were given to wear. You cry out but don't fight him, instead spreading your legs for him hoping to get this over with soon. He leans close to your face, smelling the alcohol on his breath you grimace as he smile telling you to be a good slut and take it. He reaches between your body's freeing his cock from his sweats, ripping your panties from your body he shoves himself in your cunt without warning or prep. Your screams echo through the house, unable to help your nails digging into Atsumus arms, heavy thrusts the feel bruising on your hips and his cock battering your cunt. When his hand wraps around your throat you pray to anything and anyone that's listening for this to end quickly and thanks to him being so drunk your wish is answered. He cums quickly and it seems to have exhausted him, pulling out and pulling up his sweats he collapses on the couch leaving you a mess on the floor. You close your knees and put your face in your hands and cry quietly, body and face sore.

You don't know when you fell asleep but next you wake up you're back into the basement, ankle chain back in place and a bowl of cold rice and miso soup on a tray next to the bed. You drag your sore dirty body to start eating the food but you end up crying while you eat, knowing that this is just bound to repeat again. You lose your appetite and put your bowl down, bringing your knees to your chest you just hold yourself and cry. Thinking of what Osamu said last night your mind wanders to what might have been if everything played out differently. It would be a few days before Osamu made his way down to the basement holding a tray of food for you and set it down in front of him on the floor before sitting down in the chair, you not moving from the bed, in fear of angering him again. He has another beer in his hands watching you, his free hand snapping his fingers pointing to the spot in front of him. Hesitantly you crawl to where he wants you, sitting on your knees with your head down.

He gives you the command to eat knowing that you've been barely eating what he gives you or not eating at all, you listen slowly picking at the bowl of rice but pause when you hear him sigh and lean forward to harshly grab your hair making you look at him "I hate people who waste my food, so fucking eat." Your lip trembles but you whimper out a yes sir, putting the bowl of rice down to pick up the bowl of chicken and veggies he brought down. Taking a bite you look up at him as he stares down at you with cold eyes. He leans back in his chair sipping his beer and watching you eat until the dishes are clear, you even going so far as to eat the stray grains of rice in the bowl. When his beer is finished, he pulls out a black leather collar. The simple command of "behave" has you lifting up your head to let him put it snugly around your neck. When he sits back you bring your fingers up to touch the collar feeling the cool leather and small ring on the front. You look at him wide eyed, he leans forward twisting his finger in the ring and bring your face close to his. "I'm giving you one last chance to leave this basement. Fuck it up again and I'll give to Tsumu permanently."

Just the thought is enough to bring tears to your eyes and you tell him that you're sorry, that you'll behave which he scoffs at. Letting go of the ring, he rests his hand on his thigh telling you to prove it, looking at you expectantly. Swallowing, you lean forward to pull out his soft cock from his pants and look up at him when you take it into your mouth. Gently sucking on the head and small licks to get him hard are given along the shaft, Osamu spreads his legs allowing you more room now that he's fully hard. Thick and heavy on your tongue you work your way down taking as much of him as you can before bobbing your head. His fingers thread through your hair and you feel him pushing your head down forcing you to take his cock all the way then bring you back up, taking the hint, you struggle to take all of him down and eventually relax your throat enough to deep throat him smoothly. You swallow his cock till your nose is buried in the thick black pubes at the base, lavishing the sensitive underside of his cock with your tongue before pulling back up. Tears fall but you ignore them in favor of pleasing the man in front you.

You managed to finally get a groan out of him, hearing him say "That's it, good girl" it's enough to have you pushing through and taking him down your throat again, moving up and down his cock faster. Your hands come up and knead his heavy balls, hollowing your cheeks you apply more pressure with your tongue sucking on the fathead. He tosses his head back, hips thrusting into your mouth. The grip on your hair tightens but he doesn't stop you or force you down letting you work his cock with your tongue. Wrapping your hand around the base you pump his cock squeezing the head every so often while moving your mouth and suck one of his balls into your mouth, feeling just how big and heavy they are on your tongue. He's panting, a small sign telling you he's getting close. You switch sides and take the other in your mouth giving it the same attention, hand picking up pace smearing precum over his length. You hear him start to talk with a rough tug on your hair, "Come on now princess, daddy's gonna cum be good and swallow all of it."

His words makes your cunt clench but you ignore it taking his cock back in your mouth, sucking on the head rhythmically as one hand strokes his cock faster and the others squeeze his balls. His hips start bucking more and he uses both hands to to hold your hair as he cums down your throat, thick warm cum filling your mouth quickly as you try to swallow it all. You close your eyes tightly focusing on being good and not wanting to be punished, when he slips his softening cock out a little drips out of your mouth. Quickly swiping it up with your fingers you stick them in your mouth and clean them off as Osamu gently grips your chin making you look up at him. You stare up at him and open your mouth, going the extra step to show him that you swallowed all of his cum, getting him to smile "That's my good princess" putting himself away he unlocks your ankle chain and hooks a different chain in the ring of your collar, tugging you to follow him upstairs. You follow a couple steps behind on shaky legs, eye squinting at the sudden bright light. He leads you to his bedroom, looking around you don't see Atsumu anywhere but don't dare ask Osamu where he might be. Once in his room he leads you to the ensuite bathroom and unhooks the chain, picking you up he sets you on the counter he orders you to stay as he starts a bath.

You stare down at your lap playing with the hem of the dirty shirt you wore until the tub is filled up and he comes back over to you. With ease he takes off the shirt tossing it into the trash and sets you in the soapy bath water, it's hot and makes you hiss but after not having one in who knows how many days you quickly adapt to it. Osamu kneels next to the tub, tipping your head back as he wets your hair, it's quiet as he washes you taking his time and making sure you're clean. You still can't read his face but look at him when he gently takes your face in one hand, thumb stroking over the bruise he'd left. You flinch when he touches your bruised cheek and look down into the dirty water, tears brimming your eyes when you realize all that was taken from you in a brief moment. You hear him sigh and empty the dirty water turning on the detachable shower head and having you stand so he can rinse your body.

The quiet returns though this time it feels suffocating, once you've been rinsed clean he grabs a soft towel wrapping it around you. Picking you up he carries you to his bed gently setting you down so he can dry you off, hands never rough when it comes to your face he gently pats your cheek before leaning down kissing the bruise softly as not to hurt you. You sniffle, letting him do as he needs to take care of you but yelling at yourself at the warmth you feel from being cleaned up like this. He's careful when putting body lotion on you, pausing when he notices how warm it is between your legs but not acting on it, instead dressing you in another clean shirt and panties that he bought specifically for you. You sit on his bed looking at your lap as he stands in front of you, tears beading your lashes as you remember the last time you were here. He slowly steps closer, large hands coming to rest on the bed either side of your hips, he nudges your face with his urging you to look at him. "Let's try this again, yea?"

You slowly nod letting him push your body back onto the mattress and crowd over you, placing soft kisses along your cheeks and jaw and his hand lift up your legs to wrap around his waist to press your groin's together. You whimper feeling his half hard cock press against your cunt, hands hesitantly wrapping around his neck holding him close. He whispers praises at your small display of trust, coming up and pulling you in for a heated kiss. Your legs squeeze his hips, starting to roll yours against his as his hands slide under the shirt to rub your sides and tease right under your breasts, his tongue muffling your whines "You like being called a good girl princess?" He whispers against your lips when he pulls back, smirking. The kiss leaves you panting but you nod whispering a meek yes, he captures you in another kiss groaning when he feels you kissing him back. He gives a small roll of his hips causing you to gasp, slipping his tongue back in your mouth he takes his time exploring and claiming you as his.

He can feel how wet your cunt is starting to get through the thin panties he put on you, dampening the front of his sweats as he grinds down harder. you start to pull at his shirt needing more. He doesn't chastise you instead pulling away enough to take his shirt off, body not sculpted as when he was younger tummy a bit soft but shoulders wide and arms strong. Crawling back over you he slips the shirt he put on you over your tits large hands massaging the mounds as his thumbs roll over your nipples. You leave your hands by your head to remain submissive, letting out soft moans his everytime his finger pinch your nipples and you hips buck up against his. You beg for more already a soft please daddy slipping through and making his cock throb. He shushes your whines telling you to be patient and he'll make you feel good, you whine but nod spreading your legs over his thighs you present your soaked panties to him in hopes he'll touch you where you need it most.

He smiles down at you, hands sliding down your inner thighs to your mound, thumbs running along the lips barely brushing against your clit through your panties. He's pleased seeing you so obedient under him, you twitch when he brushes over your clit. You can't remember the last time you've been played with like this but you remind yourself to be good, grasping your own breasts you squeeze them and give your best puppy eyes whimpering out a please daddy I need you. "Does my little princess need her daddy?" A grin creeps up on his face, fingers tapping on your clit until you let out a cry for him. He grabs the hem of your panties and rips them in 2 displaying his raw strength and making you whimpering with arousal and a little in fear. He smiles down at you telling you "Don't worry princess daddy's not gonna hurt you anymore." He shuffles his was down between your legs tossing them over his strong shoulders, he licks a long stripe over your soaked folds before circling your clit with his tongue. Immediately your back arches off the bed and your hands fly to grab his hair, moaning out before you could try to hold it back. It's almost like the more he tastes you, the more ferocious he begins to move hands digging into your plush thighs.

In all the time he's had you he hasn't gotten to taste you, you've been too much of a brat for him to get the chance. But seeing you like this moaning for him and tugging his hair makes him feral, fingers dig into your thighs most likely leaving bruises as he fucks you open on his tongue. You can hear him slurping over your cunt and sucking harshly on your clit drinking like a man starved of water not caring how your squirming hips are smearing your slick all over the lower half of his face. You barely register your approaching orgasm before you're tossed over the edge, pulling his hair tightly as you ride the waves. He takes it, drinking in everything you give him. When the waves have stopped he finally pulls away and sits back on his knees, pupils blown wide he watches the rise as fall of your chest as you catch your breath. Wiping his face with his fingers he prods them against your lips letting out a pleased hum when you open your mouth and gently suck on his fingers tasting yourself. He wants to savor this moment but his hard cock is making it very difficult, it being a good while since he's wanted to cum twice in one night. He tugs off his sweats and underwear quickly lining himself up while you're still recovering, grabbing your hands and putting them over his shoulder he starts to push in, the slide much easier than before with how wet you are now.

Your back arches off the bed, you're still so sensitive and the stretch even prepped is so much. He pushes until he's fully seated then pauses letting you adjust, "Fuck princess keep squeezing like that and I won't last." After a minute you try and roll your hips causing both of you to moan, he gets the hint setting a slow deep pace wanting you to feel all of him. This feels so much better than the times the other times he would force himself on you, tears already blurring your vision, eyes rolling back and nails digging into his skin. Osamu starts marking your neck with love bites groaning and picking up the pace loving how you're falling apart under him. He finds your sweet spot, changing his angle just enough to constantly hit it. Your moans turn to cries of daddy as it becomes too much, another orgasm quickly approaching. Feeling your walls squeeze around him from your impending orgasm makes his balls ache with need, he needs to fill you up stuff you full of his cum. When your orgam’s hits all of your limbs squeeze around his body as yours seizes up, cunt tightening around his pulsing cock and it's not long before he's following behind filling you up to the brim that it's spilling over out of you and onto the bed. Overstimulation sets in quickly when he keeps pumping his hips, grinding down into you and milking himself of ever drop into your greedy cunt. Stuttering cries of daddy spill from trembling lips, tears of overstimulation bead at your lashes only to be kissed away by Osamu when he stills his hips. "So good for me, such a good princess for daddy." The words make up hiccup as you wrap yourself around him, clinging to him like he'll leave if you don't. He notes you react well to praise and definitely isn't complaining having you cling to him.

He trails soft kisses along your chest and neck as you come down from your high, body slowly relaxing from such an intense orgasm and exhaustion setting in quickly. Slowly pulling out, he leans back when you lay back on the bed to watch his cum drip out of your used cunt, 3 thick fingers scooping up what he can and pushing it back into you making you twitch and whine. He chuckles low in his throat before leaning close to your ear, "Can't have it goin to waste princess." You whine, arms circling his neck when he picks you up taking you to the bathroom to clean you up, while you're resting in a chair by his bed he changes the sheets and sets you in them before crawling in behind you. Pulling your exhausted body to his chest he rubs a warm hand over your tummy whispering the words he said of the life he wants with you as you fall asleep.

In the morning, it takes you a moment to remember where you are almost forgetting what it's like to sleep in a real bed, you have to tell yourself to be good over and over again when the memories of Osamu and the night before come flooding in and the soreness of last night sets in. The collar is sitting on the side table, you grab it and put it on. Samu isn't anywhere in the room, shyly and slowly walking to his closet you grab one of the tshirts he has from his shop. Slowly you make your way out of his room looking for Osamu and spot him in the kitchen, a quiet daddy comes from you causing the man to turn around. He turns around with a smile wiping his hand on a hand towel before stepping over to you, hand tracing over the collar before cupping your cheek "What are you doing up out of bed princess?" "I woke up and didn't see you. I was wondering where you went." He seemed pleased with that answer, to him seeing you behaving and looking for his presence means stepping forward to him never having to put you back in the basement. Tilting your chin up he pulls you in for a kiss, heated but sweet.

Your hands cling onto his shirt as you kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist and picking you up to set you on the cold counter top and makes you whine when your bare cunt touches it. Before the kiss can escalate he pulls back telling you to be good and stay there while he turns back to finish cooking breakfast. You swing your legs lightly, fingers twisting together. You're not used to seeing him so sweet and now you don't know what to do, you watch him silently as he cooks. Your mind wonders seeing his arms flex as he moves, you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together as the memories from last night flood your mind. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the man next to you. "Easy there princess, daddy will feed you soon" he smirks at you glancing over at your thighs and the finger shapes bruises he can see from where he gripped you last night. You hold back a whine and look down shyly a shiver going up your spine at the tone and indication of his words.

Your face flushes knowing you've been caught staring, you stare at your lap. Seeing the small bruises does nothing to aid the growing heat between your legs, you bite your lip and keep your head down waiting for breakfast to finish. He starts plating up the food to set on the table, making sure to give you a smaller portion than his so you don't upset your stomach then walks back over to you to pick you up and carry you to the table. He pauses just before the table, your cunt having quickly soaked a spot on his shirt. You hide your face in his neck, knowing he can feel how wet you are. "Princess, daddy needs you to tell him what you need and daddy needs to know now." You whimper his voice is strained, moving your face from his neck you grip his shirt tight and look up at him teary eyed. Osamu grips your chin in a firm grip, staring down at you expectantly to follow his command, making you nervous. You wiggle your hips begging for daddy to touch you and fill you up again, that you need his cock, he chuckles calling you a greedy little thing and slapping your ass cheek before 2 thick fingers toy around your slit.

You moan at his teasing, breakfast forgotten on the table he moves to sit on the couch. Keeping you in his lap he toys with your soaked hole, free hand encouraging you to move your hips. "Come on baby, be good and ride daddy's fingers yea?" Your grip on his shirt tightens as you start to rock your hips in a sloppy rhythm but Osamu is there cooing in your ear sweet praise that makes your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers prodding at the entrance enough to feel it though. Suddenly he pushes in 3 fingers which makes you gasp and almost cum on the spot from the stretch. Samu smiles seeing your struggle not to cum yet, he sees how much you want to be good for him. Your nails dig into strong shoulders through his shirt, panting as you try to calm your body enough to rock your hips. You moan feeling him pump his fingers in time with your rocking.

“Look at you, so good for daddy.” Praise and praise is given to you as you rock your hips in his fingers, it's not till you hiccup a “daddy please.” Does he ask again what it is you need, realizing he wants you to say it out loud again you swallow hard. “Want daddy to fill me with his cum.” He smiles taking his fingers out of your cunt and putting them in his mouth, lifting you up enough for him to slide his sweats down his thighs and grab your hips. “Are you ready princess?” When you nod he lines his cock up with your cunt before slamming you down, filling you completely. You scream, he feels deeper than last night. You're panting, gripping his shirt like you'd fade away if you didn't. He allows you to adjust, but you start moving your hips first. Slowly you grind your hips down causing him to tighten his grip on your hips. “Little one, don't start what you can't finish.” His tone is low and commanding as he warns you. You hiccup telling him “I just want you and no one else, not even Atsumu and I'm trying to show you that.”

He's surprised, eyes widening before he quickly recovers, shushing your cries. Standing he holds you to him, cock still buried snuggly in your cunt, shucks off his sweats completely And walks to the bedroom. Holding you close he lays you both down on the bed, cooing at you as he starts a slow steady pace fucking into you. He tells you Atsumu will never had his way with you again and your cunt is his to fill and his alone, sweet words continue even as you teach your peak fingers tangled in his hair as he works you through your orgasm, quickly leading you into another as he comes undone himself.

Turning onto his back, he has you rest on his chest. You two stay like that for awhile, you drawing little shapes over the thin material of his shirt and him rubbing a warm hand up and down your back. He reaches up to kiss the top of your head, before he goes on to tell you more and more of the life he wants with you, and how maybe one day you'll be able to leave the house with him and work by his side at the various locations he set up for his shop. You hun telling him you miss going outside and exploring both the city and the mountains. Hooking a finger under your chin he forces you to look at him, “I promise little one, keep being a good girl for me and I'll take you out shopping and to see the mountains again.”

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Part 3: DAY 03

( Sleep Token Lyric Challenge by @a-s-levynn )

This ain't gonna be art for now..

yet.

But instead! An oc's sibling angst oneshot,but before you must start.. warnings ↓

{ TW/TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Implied kidnapping

Mentions of Dysfunctional Family and Implied Abuse(such as either mental, emotional and physical.)

Mentions of Death ( which includes characters who are my ocs, also um parent death. )

Implied Panic Attacks

Mentions of Nightmares

Styles of Anxiety and Paranoia

And Mental Heath mentioned.}

( Btw, just to let you know that this is only my oc lore and my interpretation canon lore to ST, and no this is not canon in real life that they will be having a new band member. I just had to clarify just in case fore' I had to block someone who had said it. )

That will be a first POV of this lore I will be working btw.. and with that!

Let us begin..

an Ascensionism inspired angst oneshot.

Undercut: ↓

[ August 3, 2023 took place of-

Las Vegas, the REDACTED Residence on a streetown. ]

There is no way, no way that the brother that I always love..

now went missing.

I can't be all alone! NOT LIKE THIS!!

Not without my brother like that!! How am I supposed to keep on waiting since he told me that secret?!

...But none of that matters anyway, my sisters were still nicer to me.. though I- can notice that they felt tired.

I see why..

All was starting with worry when Jasmine tried to call Ace, over and over again but there is no response.

Til now.. Hell broke loose when She and Nora began to argue outside of my room during 8:14 PM after Nora returned from working at Starbucks.. I didn't like that, when I began to just hearing that Ace haven't responded her calls.

I didn't believe her at first.. til I tried calling him too.

No responses.

Yet it's the same thing when I tried and tried again. But again, all nothing but silence.

Now I feel scared, scared if my brother was either snatched by someone, or is it because he was busy? But what I am now officially dealing with is that.. well—

I didn't want the broken family we used to had unto from return, Jasmine began to feel tired, feel workaholic, and yet anger is inside because she'll do what it takes to find Ace.. She now works for the detective after she had to quit her job for being a gardener, but Nora and I were worried, but we also didn't want to interrupt her.. and so, we had no choice.

We had to leave her and move somewhere so that she won't hurt us again.

Like our own mother and grandfather from before.

I remember Father and Auntie trying to protect us from them, not until they died from a terrible accident.. yet we're the only three left, the Siblings.

[ August 8, 2023, 10:38 PM.. 4 weeks later after. ]

My own sense of anxiety and paranoia began to spread as I was just lying still on my bed, staring at the celling from midnight. Reflecting it like a shadow shuddering behind the celling fan.. and yet I was shaking from only fear. Because of fear, only just fear and nothing else.

I can't help but feel nothing as a fragile doll, but I don't want them to know..

...There was a nightmare I had, 3 weeks ago at 11:11 PM.

I didn't even want to mention it but it was so scary... Scary but at first, me and Ace were just playing around at the neighborhood, I didn't realize that something happened. Then I stopped, in confusion.. and now scared, as I just saw my brother being held from blue strings, for me, I was forced to watch him get dragged away by... those 5 red eyes.

Yes, those 5 red eyes... I'm not sure what that was. But it scared me.

I was supposed to run up to my brother, reaching him, trying to save him from whatever is trying to get him.

But darkness nor light either tried to stop me, as I got greeted by an...archangel entity–like demi-god, it looked like a woman but not like that in my own eyes.

This demi-god I first saw has 5 eyes, white silvered skin, glowing red color, 3 wings, a black veil dressed and dried dark brown medium-like hair, while staring at my brother who is now in strings like a puppet doll. There was someone controlling him..

I was too frozen when staring at...whoever is hunting my dreams, the expression was blank, blank at first but there is a smile to the lips.. she slowly placed a finger on her lips to keep me quiet, I don't know what to do now but to nod despite my paranoia and fear beginning to rise up.

Then she proceeded to leave like a floating angel, when I tried to get up and shouted at my brother's name to make him "respond"..

I now woke up, shaking and shivering what I just witness.

It was someone, someone who was actually the one who took my brother away from me. And yet I...hated that nightmare. I really do.

Then weeks later, I always pretended that everything is okay to my sister Nora, she was suspicious at first but she always just shrugged and just..let that slide, thank god.

I was this lucky enough that I began to had an panic attack when I was home alone, lucky me didn't have the security cameras at our new home.. Wonder how Jasmine is okay but who knows...

I feel she is no longer the first older sister I loved now. She has changed.

But what that reminds me... Ace is a journalist, he is trying to research about that "Sleep" God he tells me and my sisters' stories about. Every now and then.

Until realization hits me...

Did it just..

.....Was it the one who took Ace?

..Did it, or she actually did?

Or is just my anxiety trying and making me feel delusional?

And yet I hate it.

I hated it so much that I can't help but cry quietly and softly in fear and anxiety mixing together from my brain and body, I tend to cover it with under my own pillow and my blanket.

This is really all my fault for keeping a lot of secrets, it must have been. Because before the week he went missing, he told me about something of him wanting to be a new bandmate of that band we all loved.

I just wish I could stay with Ace.

I just wish I couldn't keep his secrets but I just can't do it, ..bitter consequences will hit me if I say the truth to the ones I know.

This will be the bitter deception I will be forced to live on for now. And it cannot make me feel safe. Nor to set me free from the tragic and sadness that I've been through.

....But maybe.... just— m-maybe..

If you are really safe for me, or you feel comfort for being safe to whoever snatched you, dear brother..

Will you come home?