So, I have a request for Cassidy, Reaper, Moria, and Soldier:76 (separate, please).
What I was thinking is their darling (preferably masculine, but gn works too) goes outside while they’re sleeping. Not because they’re trying to escape, but because they just wanted to go on the porch for a bit. Darling doesn’t even think about leaving, and is surprised when the person comes running outside for them, thinking that they left.
What do you think their reactions would be? Would they be mad, understanding, not really care?
Thank you and have a good day!
(Also don’t forget to hydrate and take care of yourself)
tw: yandere, abuse
❤️🔥 Cassidy
The man sleeps like a log. Snores and everything, gives off a lot of body heat. It’s easy to be overwhelmed sharing a bed with him, especially on sleepless nights.
Luckily, due to his heavy sleeping, you’re able to slink out from underneath him and out the bedroom with little trouble. You’re surprised he doesn’t have other measures to prevent you from doing this.
You’re dying for fresh air, cracking open a window and resting your head in your hands as the breeze cools your skin. The desert at night is empty with stars painting the sky.
It takes some time before Cassidy notices you’re gone and he’s surprisingly cool-headed, partly because he’s just woken up.
He finds you looking out the open window, relieved that you haven’t left for good. Not that you could’ve made it very far without him.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” his arms wrap around you and presses you against his body’s musky heat.
“It’s so hot, Cass,” you whine, “I need some fresh air. Please?”
He takes you by the hand and leads you to the front door, stepping out onto the porch. You follow and sit with him, leaning your head on his shoulder.
The desert climate doesn’t make for perfect sleeping conditions, but it’s freeing. He holds you until you fall back asleep, stealing you back to bed soon after.
🖤 Reaper
Lightest sleeper, a pin drop will wake this man. Not that you would know, he keeps you in a separate room.
Did I say room? It’s more of a box, no windows or doors etc. Some toys to pass the time while he’s away. Not the most trusting yandere.
So you don’t have a lot of options when it comes to step out for a breather.
But the Reaper works at night. And when he’s off conducting Talon business, there’s no one to stop you if, say, you’ve stolen the keys to your chambers.
And let’s be honest, it’s probably not by your own merit that the keys ended up in your hands, knowing how much Reaper enjoys punishing you.
But it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You weren’t exactly looking to escape, a part of you might not have wanted to and the other couldn’t afford the consequences. But staying indoors with such minimal resources was enough to drive anyone stir-crazy.
You miss the feeling the open breeze, the sound of birds and bugs buzzing around. Anything to remind you that the world did indeed exist outside of Reaper’s hold.
You brought blankets and pillows and laid yourself down on the porch - just to enjoy the outdoors without all its discomforts. Relax to the sound of crickets chirping.
Of course, you end up asleep, and when Reaper catches you out, he’s not at all happy to find you outside your room. Before you can even process all that is happening, you’re inside your chambers again.
His shadowed tendrils hold you against the wall, “Are you out of your damned mind?”
Black smoke filled your lungs, stammering your words, “I-I’m sorry I stole the keys, it’s just- I can’t stay in here for so long.”
“You have the gall to think I don’t know what’s best for you?” he releases you, letting you fall to the floor and gasping for air, “Earn your place.”
He leaves soon after and you can’t help but flog yourself for being so bold. Maybe if you keep complying to him, he might give you that freedom. Or it’s just another carrot to hang over your head.
🧡 Moira
She has safeguards in place that prevent you from outright leaving your quarters, but you’ve mostly free range.
Moira’s obsession with you is a bit different from the other yanderes because of her experimental tendencies.
She likes to see you come undone, whether by her own hand or keeping you under the influence of some test substance. So you don’t always have your wits about you, her way of restricting you.
Rarely do you have time to clear your head, desperate for reprieve. Most days the sun is far too bright for your adulterated state, but the moonlight is that goldilocks-perfect pale glow.
Moira has security measures in place, so she knows when you’ve left the house. And when she’s notified that you opened the front door, she’s livid.
When she confronts you, you think she’s going to tear the head off your shoulders without even a word as she pulled you back inside with little resistance.
“I’ve half a mind to keep you paralyzed,” she is fuming, jaw tight.
You writhe in her grasp, “Wait, Moira, I can explain-“
Yours words come out just as weak as your body as she shoves you into her lab.
“Keep your explanations to yourself. I’ll see to it you’ll never need them.”
Looks like you’ll have to find some other way to convince her to let you outside. (Bad ending vibes)
🩵 Soldier: 76
Big spoon. Very possessive. He holds you close and his weight is crushing. Most difficult one to sneak away from in these circumstances.
Even if you try to break away, he’ll pull you back into him. You’ll need deliberation and luck on your side to slip away.
If only you could have the house to yourself. Just waste time on the living room couch, watching some TV and eating snacks. Maybe take a hot bath.
But your captor was in the next room over, the last thing you wanted to do was wake him. Best you could do to relieve your muddled mind was to get some fresh air.
Your heart is thumping against your chest. Jack’s cardinal rule is to never leave the house, and if he caught you sneaking out like this who knows what he would do to you. Still, you had made it this far, you might as well enjoy the luxury.
And as you might expect, your absence is noted almost immediately. In fact, you’re no less than a few paces from the bedroom when his hand catches yours.
“Back to bed,” he commands, all gravel.
“No,” you protest, trying to halt him with a hand on his wrist but he leads you anyway, “I don’t want to go back to bed, I can’t breathe in here.”
He turns back to you, brows knit. He leads you past the bed and releases you on a pillowed surface, behind which was an elaborate work of contraints he restrained you against. It’s a dog bed, you realize.
“This will be your sleeping arrangement until you learn how to behave.”
Can i request some Moira hcs fem pronouns / sfw pls ?
•Very methodical with her touches, gently runs her hands over your body to discover your soft spots. May dig her nails into your skin. •Picks out your underwear everyday, usually makes you wear lingerie even in the most inappropriate settings. •Likes to wrap her arms around your waist and hold you close to her, sprinkling kisses sporadically on your neck. •Loves to watch you melt as she pets your hair, can’t resist pulling it from time to time. •Sometimes she’ll hush you in public, she likes to show her control over you. Also would like to prevent you from saying as many stupid things as possible. •Constantly makes a point to you that you’re the only person she enjoys the company of and that you should be appreciative.
Very standoffish towards you, basically trying to test your reaction to her “hatred” of you.
Likes to play with your mind, learn your fears and use them to her advantage. Loves to see you scared.
Quick to isolate you from others and if someone tries to interfere with the two of you, she’s be sure to deal with them brutally.
Loves torturing you mentally and physically, wants to test your limits. Wants to see you beg.
Will playfully scold you for little things she finds distasteful, like if you have your elbows on the table. This can easily turn into her punishing you over nothing.
Eager to have you tied to her bed and use your body like her own toy.
Will give you a nickname based on her latest test subject in the lab. Bunny, mouse, kitten, etc.
Uncharacteristically, she is very patient with you, observing your reactions in attempt to get into your head.
When she takes pity on your resistence, she’ll try to strike an intelligent conversation with you. This all too often just turns into her talking out loud with herself about her latest experiment.
may I request moira hcs with a female s/o and some uh darker themes (as in nonsexual just cause I think it'd be a lil gross) such as manipulation, forced dependency, perhaps injury ? please and thank you with cherries and sprinkles on top!! :))
There is never any obligation for NSFW content if you’re not down with that. I’m more than happy to write dark themes with or without the smut, for whatever your preference might be!
So, here you go, with cherries and sprinkles on top for good measure.
Rating: Sa/fe for W/ork
Warnings: Injury, threat of injury, blood, broken bones, drug use/dependency, dubious consent pertaining to drug use, light medical procedures, emotional manipulation, abuse, kidnapping, forced dependency, disordered eating... I think that’s everything!
MOIRA HEADCANONS [ DARK ] :
- When you find yourself in Moira’s clutches, it’s more likely than not that you’ll wake up with no idea where you are and no recollection of how you got there. You may not even remember who you are.
- Moira likes to have a plaything. A pet, really. She’s a perfunctory woman, and so much of her time is regimented by the cut-and-dry nature of research that she needs to come home to something living and breathing and interesting.
- It relaxes her to see your blotchy, tear-stained face after a long day in the lab. Gagged and bound, waiting just for her. She’ll release you, cooing softly in a tone that sends alarm crawling down your spine. Her gestures are anything but reassuring, and she enjoys your skittishness.
- Eventually she returns to find you’ve escaped, clawing desperately at the door only to jump back with wide, panicked eyes when the latch gave and you came face to face with her amused, quirked lips.
- You’re expecting something terrible when she reaches for you, but her fingers brush your cheek affectionately. So clever, she tells you, but not clever enough, are we?
- She no longer confines you during the day, but the space she inhabits with you is still small; utilitarian and clean. There’s nothing to do but wait for her.
- Moira is the kind of captor to share a glass of wine with you in the evening, watching your trembling fingers like a hawk and warning you not to spill on the pristine carpet when it’s really only a matter of time and you both know it. Nothing pairs better with her rich, dry Lusca than the thick dread that settles on your shoulders.
- You panic when her cool, slender fingers wrap around your own and begin to squeeze, and she laughs when you hear a sickening crack. All you can do is stare fixedly at the red stain blooming across the carpet and cradle your fingers while she leans back and watches you, a small but satisfied smile on her lips.
- Before bed, she’ll carefully splint and wrap them. It’s the closest to tender you’ve ever seen her, murmuring gentle, foreign words of comfort while she soothes your hurt. The next day, she brings home drugs- the good ones, that leave you in a pleasant, painless fog.
- Later, you begin to doze off on the couch. She lets you rest your head on her shoulder, fingers stroking your collarbone. It’s much more prominent than you remember, but she’s usually too busy to feed you.
- You almost don’t notice when her fingers begin to dig into the bone like claws, drawing pinpricks of blood in their wake. You almost don’t notice the way she smears thin, red trails over her lips and watches you with half-lidded eyes, content to taste your blood while you’re helpless in her arms.
- Your fingers heal, but the painkillers keep coming. When you stop taking them, she smooths a hand over your tender digits, and the memory of her touch is its own threat.
- And soon, it’s not enough. it’s not enough to have your regular dose, it’s not enough when she comes home late and the hours have stretched by, the itch under your skin unbearable without her there on time to dole out your medicine.
- There’s an intangible need that only Moira can seem to fill, even her presence soothing the fire in your blood. Having her there is more important than the terror she brings in her wake.
- When she cuts you cold turkey, you’re on your knees begging. Tears drip from your chin and she brushes a thumb across your cheek, wiping the trails away.
- “I can’t give them to you, my dear one. You’re not injured. You don’t need them.”
- And then, with a kind, motherly smile on her face, she bends to whisper into your hair;
