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𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐢‘𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭.

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criminal minds

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𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 5 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧‘𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐜 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

Anyways, I just discovered Pierce the Veil and idk why I’m just now finding out what this is 💀

My Place: Florence Welch

I saw your request's where open , how about yandere leon Kennedy or someone from ff7, NSFW if you're comfortable with it. Only if you want to tough💖💖💖💖

Love your Reno fic

Awwwww thank you that’s very nice! Sorry if this took to long or not very well written. I tried

Warnings as always are the same

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The lock of the door clicked open as Leon walked into his dark apartment. Staring down the hallway as he shut and relocked the multiple locks on the door, the agent saw a blanket covered lump on the couch that faced the tv. Leon placed his keys on the key hook, took off his shoes, then walked over to the couch, sitting down beside the lump, "Have you been sitting here since I left this morning, Dearest?", he reached out his arm, going to pull the blanket off of their head, only for you to flinch away, not wanting to be touch. He sighed as he stood up, not wanted to fight his darling after a long day at the office.

Leon stood in the lit up kitchen, looking in the cabinet and fridge, "Is there anything you want for dinner, (Name)?", knowing he wasn’t going to get a response, the agent shut the door then turned around. Only to find his Dearest, standing in the archway of the kitchen, still dressed in their pajamas, staring at him with blank, dead like eyes. Leon held out his right hand, an awful feeling going through his body, "(Name)? You okay, is something wrong?", then he saw it. In their hand was a thin small box cutter. Leon glanced at it then back at their face, "Dearest, where did you get that? How about you give that here, huh?", he toed his way slowly over towards them, "You don't need that."

Just as he got close enough to touch their wrist, (Name) swung the box cutter at him. Leon's trained reflexes kicked in and he grabbed their wrist, stopping them from taking his eye out. He twisted their wrist, making them drop their weapon with a cry of pain that hurt his heart. The agent picked up his struggling partner and carried them to their bedroom, Leon's partner struggling and yelling the entire time, "I hate you! I hate you! I. Hate. You!"

He sighed, placing them on the bed. Before they could do anything, he took two pairs of softly padded cuffs and cuffed each of their wrists to one side of the headboard. Leon sat down beside his Dearest and rubbed his knuckles against their cheek. Quickly moving away as (Name) snapped and gnashed their teeth near his hand, "Maybe an hour of two locked in here will calm you down.", they kicked and screamed as he stood up and left, closing the door behind them.

pls i need sam fortner content maybe like hes kidnapped you but you have stockholm and they have their first kiss and he’s super awkward but happy

First Kiss

Posted:11/25/22

Title: First Kiss

Yandere Sam Fortner x GN reader

Fluff

Author's note:

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Things have been easier since you stopped fighting your fate. You were trapped by a boy who was too in love with you for his good. Nothing more to say. Nothing you can do.

Sam was... a loving boy. At least to you. He does his best to make you feel loved and to show he's love despite his awkwardness. It made you feel... sorry for him a little. Could he not help anything? He is so sweet how could he be capable of such things?

You found your heart starting to warm when he came home. Trying to hold back a smile, getting flustered when he talks to you. You couldn't help it.

You sat on your bed, back to the wall, biting your lip as you think about Sam relaxing in his lazy boy. He wore his grey sweatpants, his legs spread and his hands nervously running up and down them.

"Is something going on with you?" Sam's voice breaks your thoughts making you blush. "What?" "I don't know. You're just staring at nothing with that weird look on your face." You roll your eyes playfully. "There's not much else to do." He thought for a moment. "Yeah.. sorry about that." He stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to say. "I could use some company." You say not sure of yourself and lightly patting the bed next to you.

His eyes slightly widen in surprise. Sam sits next to you on the bed back to the wall. "What did you do today?" You asked trying to start a conversation. "Work." He says. You chuckled a little at his blunt answer. "Well obviously... but like what did you do at work?" "Oh um... Paperwork... I don't want to talk about work." You sighed. "What would you like to talk about, Sam." You could have sworn you could hear him trying to hide a moan from hearing you say his name. "Mhm um..." He turns to face you a little more. "The only thing I ever really want to talk about is you... can we talk about you?" You blushed. "Um sure. What about me?" He shakes his head seemingly overwhelmed by the question. "Everything.... you're so.. pretty." You smiled. "Thank you." "I mean it too. I wouldn't just say that. I remember before you lived with me I watched you through your window and I saw you change a few. So I know how beautiful you are head to toe." Your face went red. Although it was alarming he was just trying to compliment you. "Thank you." "Yeah..." He sat there thinking maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Your pretty too, Sam." His cheeks and ears warmed. "R-really? You don't have to say that if you don't mean it." You smiled and placed your hand on his leg. "But I do mean it." He looked at you with big admiring eyes. "Really?" You nodded.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder. "C...Can I kiss you?" Your eyes went widen. "Y-yes.."

Sam slowly leans in and places his lips on yours. The kiss was slow and causation. His hand left your shoulder to hold your face. Sam's body was stiff. There wasn't much movement before Sam abruptly pulled back. His face was pink and warm. Your cheeks were warm as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something. "Thank you?" You smiled "your welcome." Sam put his back flat against the wall again. His head felt fuzzy. "I..." 'Say something." He told himself. "I love you." He spoke out quickly. Not the first time he's told you but still important to him nonetheless. His leg started to bounce with building anxiety. "I love-" Sam abruptly stood. You look up at him confused. "I forgot to get dinner." He says moving to get his car keys. "We just eat-" "I forgot to get this other thing that I know you'll like-" it was your turn to interrupt him. "I love you, Sam!" He stopped and turned to you. You repeated yourself. "I love you, Sam. I understand what you've been trying to tell me... about how I'm safe and loved here and I'm so sorry I didn't listen before but I am now."

Sam took in what you were telling him. Is this a trick? He wonders. However, when he looked into your eyes he could see passion. The passion he'd seen you have for many this but now it was aimed at him. He wanted to cry happy tears. He slowly walked back to you and brushed your hair out of your face. "I don't want to leave. Why would I need to when you're here?" He gave a small smile. "Come here." You put your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss. However, this one felt natural. Felt like you've always kissed each other. The kiss was still on the soft side and passionate. Sam held the back of your head gently as you hear him slightly whine into the kiss before pulling back.

You looked into each other's eyes and felt your hearts connect. You pulled Sam in for a close tight hug. His head hid into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of your hands gently stroked his hair. "I'll never leave you, my love~" With that Sam hugged you tighter and then pushed you to lay back on the bed for an endless night of cuddling.

Wonderful Days by Masahisa Fukase, 1964