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I feel like brutal torture would fix me rn.

Rough ass long ass night

Come take me away my love maybe you will understand the mess that I am.

You won’t get tired of me right? I know I have bad nights sometimes but I’m trying to not show it dear just don’t go please.

I’ll rip my heart out of my chest for you just keep you around.

Of course I would be, but I must warn you, as sweet as I am, there is a much darker side to me, I hope you’ll accept that later on. I can’t just go an dtell you my goal! That’ll ruin the fun, that being said, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.

That sounds like a lot to me, I hope dinner will be nice, I can’t remember when I last went out for it, do you like to garden? I’ve met a few gardeners before, do you have a favourite plant or flower?

I think I would accept it, also true you make a good point.

Yeah hopefully it is,I don’t go out much but it’s getting cold outside and I like the winter/fall a lot so that may change.

Yes I really like my garden and probably meadow sage is my favorite

Spiders terrify me, I wish they would not come anywhere in my radius, normally I enjoy my boundaries being pushed a little, but not by bugs. If I weren’t sweet, I wouldn’t be able to achieve any of my goals, thank you though.

Do you have any plans for the rest of your day? I’d love to hear them.

Ah I see would still be sweet if you made it to your goal? What is your goal?

Also not much I’m going out to dinner with family and then coming home and working in my garden and studying

That sounds enjoyable, I hope you had fun. I hadn’t realised it was almost Halloween, hasn’t October passed us in an instant? It’s practically over… I feel like I’ve wasted more of this month than anything, I think it will be different now, given, I’ll be working on capturing you in my web.

You think I’m poetic? I’m flattered, I’ll cherish your compliment until I’m sent to my grave.

Yeah October has flew by it feels like, oh lord I hope not I’m actually scared of spiders

Awww you’re very sweet

I need to get fleeced line leggings my long skirts don’t do crap In this cold front.

I’d gladly open the cavity of my chest and give you my own heart, if I could, whatever has ailed you, I will make you forget. How could I not like you? You are just so lovely, I yearn for you in the way a washed up mermaid yearns to go back to the sea.

I meant to ask in my other message, how was work? Have you had a good day?

It was nice, spent most of my shift being a film showing supervisor and decorating the library for Halloween.

Also you are very poetic I really like it.

♡ TW: yandere, captive reader, Stockholm syndrome

♡ FEM reader

“I’m back,” he calls out softly once opening the door.

You’re already there—must have heard him drive up then padded over—standing there, wordlessly awaiting his kiss. You don’t notice it yourself, though he does, how you get up on your tippy-toes and meet him halfway. You’ve been doing it for a while now. It’s really cute. And so he doesn’t say anything on it—doesn’t want to spook the habit.

“Welcome home,” you say, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you soft and snugly against his chest—smiling at how you nuzzle into it—yet another cute thing you’ve started doing lately.  

“Mh-thank you, sweetheart—feels good,” he coos into your hair, petting it smoothly while you stand there, neither of you pulling away. “What did you do today?”

You sigh and sink further into his embrace, mumbling, “Same as any other day…” almost sulkily. “Just waiting for you.”

He chuckles, “Oh, that’s not true. I saw you watching something—anything fun?”

You hum, hiding your face in his chest, mumbling into it, “Not really… just binging another franchise they decided to ruin...” You shift and look up at him, keeping your chin on his chest while grumbling, “I don’t understand why they’d reboot something just to completely disregard everything it originally stood for—and all the effects just make it look cheap.”

He can’t help but chuckle again, ruffling your hair with a fond smile. “You’re such a nerd.” He could eat you up the way you are right now, plated on a silver platter for him all so willingly. “A cute nerd, though.”

You pout, “Honestly, what’s going on out there? I barely understand anything I’m watching anymore—it’s all alien to me.”

His hug on you tightens, but you don’t flinch like you used to—even as the look in his eyes darkens along with his words. “Yeah, the world’s gone mad. You’re better off in here.”

You smile then—agreeing for once. It’s also a new and adorable habit. And then you unzip his jacket for him, helping it off his shoulders and hanging it up for him—all so naturally. Looking back at him while asking, “And how was your day?”

He smiles while beholding you—to think such a question would ever leave your lips all so domestically—it’s enough to make his chest swell. Then with an exaggerated sigh, he whines, “Absolutely horrible without you,” wrapping you up in another hug, this time from behind, nuzzling his chin into the ticklish skin of your neck—making you giggle. Arms around your front, swaying you back against him. “Every second, I was counting down ‘til when I could come home to you.”

“Is that right?” You grin at his gesture—twisting around so that you could look at him straight. Slouched as he stood, all but draping you with his taller form—eyes leveled with yours, half-mast and adoringly admiring you like his most precious thing—his sweet loving girlfriend.

You cup his face in both hands, thinking the same of him—your sweet loving boyfriend. You’re about to kiss him, but then, struck by the thought, there’s a sudden freight in your chest that follows, and you jolt back as if he’d burned you.

He stills, warm expression twisting to one of concern. “Hey—” Stepping after you with his hands laid on your forearms, giving you a small squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” You don’t know, you think. Something’s off. Something’s not right—about his touch, about your heart, about all of it. “I’m just…” 

You think about it, eyes skittering over his face—did you always look at his face? Since when did he become so familiar? Since when did you walk around wanting to see it?

“I just…” the words feel all strange in your mouth, but there’s no denying there’s truth in them. “I missed you.”

His features blank at that, blinking at you. “Oh…” Then he softens—smiles with a chuckle, “Well, I’m home now, so…” His head slants, looking at you in askance as he gently brings a hand up to thumb your chin. “What’s with this pouty face?”

You bite your lip. There’s so much noise in your chest—so many conflicting feelings. You’ve begun missing him when he’s gone—when he leaves you. You’ve started wishing for his return, spending your day in wait. Since when did you start doing that?

It’s not right.

“I’m slipping,” your voice is shaken and weak, eyes welling up with thick water enough to have him look blurry—you shake your head and squeeze them shut—making the tears fall quickly. “I’m not supposed to miss you—” you cry. “That’s not right. I’m not—you’re not—”

Not your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, sweetie. It’s okay,” he cuts your sob off with two warm hands placing themselves on your wettened cheeks, holding you tenderly. You layer yours on top of his, feeling it’s the only thing keeping you from spiraling into oblivion. 

“It’s okay, sweetie,” he coos, smearing out your teardrops, making them dry. “It was gonna happen sooner or later, right?”

Your eyes peel and look at him—through the veil. His face is a comfort—though you feel strange seeing it as such, when you know, even though most of you has decided to forget, that he’s a psychotic stalker who’s kidnapped you and held you captive for what must be closing in on a year already.

“Don’t feel bad—it’s only natural,” he assures, pulling you into his chest again—both arms around you snugly with his chin on top of your head, gently rocking you from side to side. “Everything’s fine. So you’re losing your mind a little—we’ll just find something else for you to think about. Right? Is there anything you want? Anything I can get you? More clothes? Sweets? Something fun? Maybe you can take up another hobby?”

He loosens his hold to look down at you—his face warm with devout for you, with a wordless vow saying he’ll do everything, give you anything in return for your happiness.  

You love him, you realize then with a shudder.

You’re in love with your crazy captor—your batshit lovesick oversweet captor who shares your bed and treats you like a spoiled pet. And it’s so fucked up—so, so very fucked up, so very fucking fucked up. But it’s true—you’re in love with him. And you have been for a while.

“What do you say?” he asks in hope.

Yet, you can’t say it out loud. No, not yet—it still feels all so wrong. But, at the same time, you don’t think there’s a need for you to put it into words for him. He’s always known you better than you have yourself, after all. And that wholesome smile on his face says it all—he already knows.

“No… I just,” you start, staring into his eyes—those full-loving eyes that look at you as if you’re the only thing of value in the whole entire world. “I just want…” It’s a scary confession—both admitting it to yourself and him. “You.” 

You look down, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“I don’t need anything else.”

It’s the truth and nothing but the truth—albeit a somewhat sad truth. It’s your one wish—your only wish. You just want him—to stay, to hold you, to kiss you. You can’t even think of wanting anything else anymore.

“Oh, well, that’s easy, isn’t it?” he says, stroking your cheeks, fishing for your shy gaze—smiling once hooking it—pretty teary puppy eyes, lost and looking for directions. 

Don’t worry—he’s here to help.

“Where do you want me then, sweetheart?” His lips near your forehead. “Here?” He gives it a chaste kiss, earning your sniffle, then ducks down to your neck. “Or here, maybe?” Giving that a kiss as well, this time with more behind it, sucking the skin with a soft bite. 

“Or maybe…” His voice is low, and it makes your skin buzz with a desire just as dark—shivering with it as his lips ghost yours. “Here?”

You hang in his hold, leaning after it.

But he just smiles, “Tell me, sweetheart—where do you want me?”

Your lip wobbles, brows cinched as your balled fists needily pull him close—yearning for it.

“Everywhere.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks ♡ JJK – Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

If the thread is old, I will snip it off, and rejuvenate it with a brand new one! I want your heart to be beating wildly for me, so, I’ll remold your heart in a way that it can be all mine. I promise I can be kinder than most to you, since, I like you a lot.

I appreciate that my heart needs it to be honest

I’m happy you like me dear,

Sorry for sending you multiple asks in a row, now that I’ve told you, I just want to let my guts spill in here. I hope you’ll be free soon, I want to grow closer to you, until I can eat your heart as a delicious final meal.

You’re fine my inbox is a box to spill any thoughts and yes I’m about to get off of work.

Be kind with my heart it’s being held together with very old thread

Even so, I’ve found myself developing a crush on you. I thought I could ignore it, now I find that I can’t help but want you.

Oh? A crush? I’m flattered

If you want me, come find me dear.

i think we’d get along really well.. you are perfect. did you say you were engaged though?

Maybe we would I am engaged but I’m poly but I’m very picky about who I date

I feel like my soul is getting frostbite

The temptation to just start dropping hints about myself on my main blog and see if anyone picks up on it or cares enough to stalk…

don't worry darling, I didn't see when you were lurking outside of my apartment... or when you accidentally liked one of my posts from a year ago... or when you followed me home from work... you're doing such a good job of stalking me, I promise <3

i don't want you to die for me, my darling. i want you to live. live this mundane life for me—with me. read the sunday comics with me, sip coffee on saturday with me, come home to me during the work week. live for me.