Oct 10, 2025
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palestinians and jews for peace.
Misty with her obsessions, on "acquiring them."
"Kidnap the Alastor!"
"Kidnap the Lucifer!"
"Kidnap the xyz!/whoever!"
Basically, it's that scene of the three trick-or-treaters from The Nightmare Before Christmas, singing "Kidnap the Sandy Claws!" - and she'd sing it, too.
What would Terry (all eras) do if beloved was kidnapped? Say the perpetrators leave a ransom note wanting money and a polaroid of Beloved with a busted lip or something… I’d like to see how you think he’d react
I don't think anyone should validly antagonize a former military man who used to be a Green Beret and it's highly implied he was a Spec Ops too back in Vietnam. Not withstanding that he's a martial arts master as well and a ferocious one at that. One who quite literally believes in no mercy --- and even though Terry Silver's army training is undoubtedly very much left underexplored, just basic logic demands that if someone his got abducted and violently taken, this man would be more than capable of going out there and personally retrieving them if push came to shove. Like, I firmly believe that. All of his talk about awakening 'killer instincts' aren't in vain seeing as how I feel and it's very much an indicator of what he's willing to do and what he has, undoubtedly, done before. Sure, a man of his wealth and connections could very well hire investigators, alert authorities or pay private professional hitmen to do the job for all we know --- but no --- stuff like this, I think Terry would want, need and love to do it personally. With fierce vengeance at that.
These kidnappers striked first and drew blood when they hurt beloved.
stranger danger.
a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.
word count: 3.8k
genre: smut, nsfw, pwp
warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping
pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader
summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.
@sah1x1s as plotted
Since her encounter with Alex, she had been on edge, constantly paranoid. The only place she had felt safe was at home.
As she prepared dinner, she finally allowed herself to relax, unwinding to the point where she didn't notice she wasn't alone. Suddenly, before anything was said, a shiver ran down her spine as Alex's voice filled the silence.
@thenightmareofyourdrems (jack)
chaos. everything had devolved into complete and utter chaos. agents moving in, voices on the screens, a horsemen hijacked show hijacked from the horsemen themselves. dylan exposed. spotlight upon jack, georgie standing next to him. she shouldn’t have been there, her quest to repair that which had been broken overriding any sense she may have held within her to refrain from such a blatant disregard for the so called law and order she should have stood for. she had once stood in her bedroom declaring to jack that her path had been set the moment she’d met him. perhaps, her words were truer than she had even realized, georgie finding herself in the worst possible spot, attention toward her just as much as him. though, there was the chance it could have been brushed off as her having been in the wrong place at the wrong time, if only jack hadn’t gripped her arm and pulled her along with him, toward the escape route, up the stairs, down the latter, to the shoot on the side of the building. at least it hadn’t been recorded, it will perhaps be the youngest myers’ only hope to remain in the shadows, to save her father embarrassment, to save her from becoming doomed to the same fate jack had always wanted to spare her from, turning her into a criminal like him.
sounds. words. flashing. sleep. georgie’s experience is not the same as the horseman. she does not wake up with them in the kitchen of a restaurant in china. no, she had woken much earlier into her own distinct horror show.
‘it’s a pleasure to be working with you.’ mabry says, presenting himself to the horsemen like some kind of sick joke. he’s supposed to be dead, of this much henley recalls from their research, of this much jack points out after their group is shoved out of the elevator into walter mabry’s penthouse. mabry speaks of a world of surveillance where the only true freedom is not being seen. he speaks of his magic being technology and uses it as a launching pad to bring up real magic. ‘of course you, mr. wilder, would know all that about that wouldn’t you?’ he questions, transitioning away and leaving the comment held within the air. he begins to tell them how he got them there, shows them a video of pictures of which georgie remains unsettling out of. henley shifts uncomfortably when mabry sits between her and danny. and then, finally their lost companion is brought up, mabry circling back to jack as he rises from his seat and faces them. ‘i imagine you’re all wondering what happened to your agent friend, yes? and no, i don’t mean mr. rhodes whom, i’m fairly certain is having his own struggles back in the states. oh, that’s right. i don’t imagine mr. wilder told you he’s been sleeping with the enemy. let’s see. where’s the remote. ah, yes, here.’ he clicks a button and an image of georgie’s f.b.i. credentials display on the screen. danny emitting a rather loud expletive. ‘an fbi agent right under your noses this whole time. except-- she’s not an fbi agent at all, is she mr. wilder?’ the screen changes, showing her bprd badge and walter launches into a rather animated, yet short, speech about how the horsemen do tricks but there were things that go bump in the night. he tells them what the bprd stands for, says it’s remarkable what you can find on the internet if you knew what you were looking for. danny retorts that he’s crazy if he thinks they are going to believe what he’s saying is true, at least in respect to magic, danny’s fairly certain he believes they were lied to about georgie’s identity. it only seems to bring a smirk to walter mabry’s features. ‘ah yes, i didn’t think you’d believe. so lets see what your friend’s been up to while you lot were sleeping. yes?’
the screen changes again, this time to a video of a room where georgie appears to be waking up, stumbling as if she’s unbalanced. two armed men followed by a man in a lab coat appear to enter and georgie can be seen reaching out, the men thrust backward with an unseen force only for her to grip her head a moment later in pain. ‘i imagine he didn’t tell you about that either. quite disappointing really, dr. wang was supposed to be the best in his field here and yet he couldn’t get his drug cocktail right the first time. after all, couldn’t have your little girlfriend attacking my men, or me with her spooky powers now could i mr. wilder? as you can see, she very much had access to them though i imagine she felt a rather killer headache.’ it’s clear from the video that her attempt to use her powers again was hindered by the pain that she was feeling, the two men she’d thrown into the wall now coming toward her again and gripping her arms while the doctor moved about the room. a physical struggle is shown for georgie might usually use her powers in a fight but she was fully capable of defending herself the human way too. the struggle takes her and the men out of the frame for a moment, her sluggishly brought back into it a moment later as if she’d been struck or stunned before she’s given a shot of something that seemingly forces her to stop moving. he shuts off the screen and motions to his armed men. ‘as you can see, that was quickly remedied by a new cocktail. don’t ask me what’s in it, i’d rather not know.’ a pause as if for effect. then he speaks again. ‘i see no issue with allowing a little reunion. of course, if you refuse my preposition i can just as easily have her and you killed.’ he doesn’t tell them what his preposition is yet, instead seems to take enjoyment in watching as things play out in front of him. for the other horsemen’s part, they appear too stunned by what they’ve seen to be outwardly expressing outrage toward jack for secrets revealed, all attention turning toward the doors as georgie’s brought in, two men’s grips on her arms too tight for how sluggish she’s appearing.
her skin is a shade too pale, sweat clinging to her features and a bruise appears on the side of her face from the fight she’d gotten into, in the same place she’d had one before after her fight with the spiked monster so many months ago. the lights are too bright for her and she squints, unfocused until she’s brought to a halt and shoved forward, stumbling. ‘speak of the agent and she shall appear.’ a play on words from mabry and georgie’s gaze shoots upward, anger, no, not quite anger but rage upon her features. her entire body feels as if it’s in a war with itself, the very fabric of it’s nature, the power within her cells being attacked from the inside out. her power unable to be reached and her body rebelling against it. she makes a move forward and it’s almost primal how angry she is, as if she’d be able to cross the distance and attack him right there where he stood, however, she’s forced down onto a knee a moment later by the same men that had brought her in, both of which look worse for ware, she’d gotten a few good moves in before she’d been subdued. she’d fought. she was anything if not a survivor. it’s then, she seems to become aware of the others in the room who stand up from the couch and she can see merritt’s hand grip onto jack’s arm as if he’s ready to stop him from taking some kind of action. jack. jack was there. her eyes trail upward, gaze connecting with his in relief, concern, fear, and something else, something not quite readable. she forces the men to let her stand up though she’s strained. it takes her more effort than it should. however, she stops fighting after a look is shared with mabry because she knows, even if she could manage to attempt some sort of action when they were surrounded by armed men, he has the power to hurt jack. and hurt the others. ‘you can let her go.’ mabry states, the men release their hold, shoving her forward again so she’s being propelled toward jack. and while mabry will give them a moment, he’s bored with this whole thing, so his preposition will not be far behind.
Trick or treat (yandere x reader)
(In this story you can pick whoever you want the yandere to be)
It was Halloween night and all the trick or treaters were fewer and fewer as the night went on. It had been also an hour since you last saw one, none the last you were ready just in case there were more. The half-empty candy bowl sat by the front door as you watched horror movies in your living room. During one of the more suspenseful moments, there was a knock at your door.
Looking at the clock wondering who the hell could still be out at this hour you went to the door bowl ready just in case it was just some latecomers. Opening the door there was no one there but just as you were closing the door something caught your eye. On your doorstep was a red envelope. Playing the bowl of candy down before picking the envelope. Inside was a letter with the words trick or treat written in big red letters.
“What a lame prank.” rolling your eyes you closed the door locking it before you went back to the horror movie.
Another hour had passed when the next knock came. This time you ignored it knowing that it couldn't have been anyone looking for candy. A few minutes there was another knock and another knock until finally, it was enough to have you swing open the door ready to yell at whoever was there. oddly enough someone was standing on the sidewalk you couldn't see them too well but you could still tell that they were wearing a mask. you yelled that you were calling the cops if they didn't leave. Closing the door, you made your way upstairs to where your phone had been on the charger.
Yet it wasn't there, searching around the nightstand and under the bed led nowhere. Maybe you left it somewhere else? Going back to the living room you froze; someone was standing just outside the window. The curtains were closed but there was a shadow cast over them.
Backing away didn't get you very far, barely registering the cloth that cloves your mouth. Fighting didn't do anything as the minutes passed, everything became darker and darker. Once you had fallen into a deep sleep the figure picked up your limp body carrying you outside to the waiting car not even stopping to take down the scarecrow in front of the window.
After placing you in the front place they get into the car, taking off the mask they had been wearing. They took a moment to admire the treat that they had worked so hard for.
“Happy Halloween love,” they said before starting up the car and driving away.
This was the best Halloween ever and hopefully, there would be many more to follow.
the way i’m obsessed with ur blog—
whenever you get the chance, perhaps you can gift us some yandere junpei smut or something *tucks hair behind ear*
*tucks hair behind ear* you got it ;)
warning(s): dom! Yandere! Junpei, dacryphilia (crying), sweat, suggested kidnapping, slight corruption? idk this is just smut with no plot