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honimello · 4 months ago

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Instant Crush//Possum Kingdom

Stalker!Cardinal Copia x Sister of Sin!Reader

Summary: He’s been watching you for so long, he can’t wait any longer. He has to have you. (Loosely inspired by the songs Instant Crush by Daft Punk ft. Julian Casablancas, and Possum Kingdom by the Toadies.)

Words: 4,955

Warnings: NSFW 18+, DLDR; Dead Dove‼️intense voyuerism, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, dubious consent/noncon, copia is an unreliable narrator, innocence kink, outcast/evil copia x popular reader slightly cliche, PiV, masturbation, severe stockholm syndrome, mention of lactation

A/N: I don’t know if I would say this is the most intense fic out there but i think it would still be good to put the dead dove do not eat warning on here lol also thought of the ministry having catacombs like halfway through the fic and now i can’t stop thinking about how cool that would be lol

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“And we will never be alone again… Kinda counted on you being a friend, can I give it up or give it away?” // “Make up your mind, and I’ll promise you I will treat you well, my sweet angel.”

He doesn’t know how it got to this point. The Cardinal can just barely see himself in the reflection of the window pane in front of him, but how can he focus on his own practically-drooling visage when he can watch what’s on the other side of the glass?

Copia knows he shouldn’t watch, but he can’t really help it anymore. He really doesn’t know how it got to this point, watching you bent over your bed with an undeserving Brother of Sin. It would make his blood boil if he didn’t love the sight of it so much. You look so beautiful like this, ass pressed up against this rugged Brother, your sweet little face scrunched up in pleasure. Oh, if only it were him making you feel like that. He’s just glad someone’s doing it, even if it’s not him. At least he gets to watch.

Copia’s cock begins to tent his cassock just a little more as a muffled moan of yours floats through the cracked window sill. How divine, he thinks, why would such an angel spend their time in a pit of demons? This was the fourth Sibling you’d been with this week, and he just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. You’re such a sweet little thing, and they are always so dirty.

His train of thought is cut short when he realizes your big, innocent eyes are locked on his own. He can feel his heart sink all the way to his feet. You look scared. Yet, you don’t say anything to your partner, just continue to stare into his lustful, depraved gaze. He can’t quite tell what sort of expression is on your face other than shock and fear, but there’s something else indistinguishable mingled in there. It’s not until you arch your back and your eyes roll back into your skull that he knows— arousal is hot in your gaze and it’s bringing you over the edge.

It’s like watching a tsunami, or, more relevantly, an angel fall to earth. It’s breathtaking in so many different ways. He can’t help it when his cock twitches, his cassock becoming unbearably sticky. You’re just so beautiful like this, he doesn’t even need to touch himself.

Copia watches on as your partner cleans only himself up and leaves you on the bed with a halfhearted promise to return at a later date, but you couldn’t care less. How long had he been watching you now? The Cardinal tries to recall when this all started.

You were new to the Ministry but had quickly become a sort of people’s princess. Everyone loved you, especially Copia. You had enchanted him with your big eyes and sweet demeanor. Although, it was never directed towards him, he was quite used to this and hadn’t expected any sort of kindness from you. He knew he didn’t deserve it. He had spent his whole life manipulating and fighting his way to where he was now, but soon he wouldn’t be just a Cardinal anymore.

People knew to tread carefully with him, they thought him disgusting and frightful. A part of him was glad for this, it made his job easier. There was a reason everyone called him the Rat and it wasn’t because of his defined nose. If someone were in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to ruin their lives to come out on top. He’s a liar, a snitch, a traitor, a backstabber, a Brutus, a Judas, if you will.

Ah, yes. Now he remembers. It was fall, he had just finished teaching his Latin class. He was locking up the class room, the night sky shining down on him from a nearby window. A chill ran through his spine. He could hear you, you’re short heels clicked on the linoleum in a strange and specific way that was unique to you. He had been casually watching you in the past week of you being there, any time he found himself in your presence he couldn’t look away.

And here you were, you had stopped in your tracks the second you noticed him. He could practically smell the fear on you, so as he turned to face you, he tried to keep a neutral expression. Even then he knew he didn’t want to scare you, not like how he scares the others. No, he wanted to scare you in a different way. A way that makes you clench your thighs together and beg for release.

“Hello, Sorella.” He said, watching you carefully. You were stiff, like maybe just the sight of him alone had turned you into a statue. He looked off to the side, where he presumed you were heading to. “Ah, on your way to my fratello, eh?”

Terzo’s office was just down the hall from his, and of course a beautiful Sister of Sin like you would visit him late into the night. He saw you fidget where you stood, you stared at your shoes in fear of meeting his eyes. Your voice came out wavering and hushed.

“N-no, il mio Cardinalé. I was on my way to see you.” Your voice was so soft he almost thought he misheard you for a second, but no, oh no, he hadn’t. Now he’s nervous. What could you possibly want to do with him? He was afraid if he thought too much about it he might pitch a tent in his very revealing, tight pants. Seemingly, to spare him, you continued. “Sister Imperator gave me some paperwork she meant to give you in the meeting this morning. She said it was important.”

You held out the stack of papers with a shaking hand, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his gloved fingers against yours as he took it from you. Your eyes were so wide, staring up at him with such fear and reverence. And even after he thanked you and you had walked away, he stood in the hallway dreaming of that look.

Yes, this was when he had started following you. From this point on he couldn’t stand it when you were out of his sight, he had to know where you were and who was giving you the pleasure you deserved. So, as he snapped out of his daydream in the hall, he stalked off into the Ministry corridors.

The Cardinal did his best to stay quiet as he caught glimpses of you turning corners and weaving in between the Ministry’s ornate marble pillars. He followed you into the dorm wing, hesitating just around the corner so he could take note of which door you entered. The butterflies in his belly became more and more present as he realized just how lucky he was. Your room was at the very end of the hall, directly next to an exit, and he knew for a fact that there was a window peering into your room.

He exited the wing, and came face to face with what would soon become a sort of second home to him. A bench directly under the window to your room. Copia cupped his hands around his eyes as he pressed his forehead into the window, trying his best to see into the room with how dark it was. A breeze racked its way through his body, but he warmed up fast when he saw you exit from your bathroom.

Steam spilled from the little room, you had started a shower. His heart began to race, you were grabbing a robe from your dresser. Were you about to?— Oh, yes. Yes, you were. You had pulled your habit right over your head after removing your wimple, the vision in front of him could only be likened to holiness. A beautiful angel, clad in dark lace and nylon. You bent forward, presenting your full ass to him, you rolled down your stockings and pulled them off your legs.

The mirror on your dresser gave him the perfect view of your front as well. It sent a jolt of terror through him though, when he had noticed the window reflected perfectly in the mirror, but it seemed your curtains hid him from view. He heaved a sigh, watching as your hands skimmed over your tits, plucking each bra strap and letting them snap back against your skin. He could see the little flinch you made each time you did it, it had him twitching in his pants.

Finally, you slid the straps off your shoulders and reached behind you to unlatch the bra entirely. It fell to the floor unceremoniously, giving him a full view of your chest. And what a view it was, his hand skimmed its way down to his crotch, palming at his hot erection. Your breasts were soft and caught the beautiful glow of the candle on your dresser like an oil painting.

He didn’t have much time to admire you before your hands made their way down to your panties, playing with the band resting on your full hips. You slid them down your legs, bending over once more. Your cunt was slick and glistening in the candlelight. He started to drool. He hadn’t felt lust like this in quite some time, his work had taken the forefront of his attention. But now? You were the only thing he could think of, work wasn’t even a thought anymore.

You slinked off into the bathroom, finished undressing, and he wondered if you would touch yourself in the shower. He wished there was a window in there too.

That night, as he lay in his bed, wet cock in hand, he imagined what it would be like to touch you, to shower with you.

And even as he sits outside your window now, he still wonders what it would be like to give you the pleasure he so desperately wants to give you. Watching you with your little toys and your inconsistent partners can only satiate him so much.

You lay in your bed, covers pulled all the way up to your nose, still staring at him. You look so enticing. He’s not sure he’ll be able to stop himself anymore. A couple weeks ago he had found a way to unlock the window from the outside. He had taken his fair share of your dirty panties from your hamper, and now… Now he wanted to take something else.

His lithe hand creeps down to where he knows the window is cracked open, the latch never quite closed fully, and if he could wiggle his finger underneath he could push the latch off completely. So, he did. The expression on your face makes him hard again, the squish of the cum staining his cassock is barely a thought to him with how strained his cock is once more. He sees tears well up against your long eyelashes.

He starts to shush you, trying to comfort you as he slowly slides the window up. He bends his head down, and slinks into your room. Soon, Copia is standing next to your bed. You haven’t moved an inch, though the tears have slid down your plump cheeks. He doesn’t know what to say, he wants you to feel better. He wants you to come back with him to his chambers. He wants you all to himself.

Only now does he realize he’s said this aloud. This snaps you out of your paralysis and you lunge for the door to your dorm. He’s much bigger than you though, and he’s caught you within seconds of your attempt. He presses your naked body close to him, you try to claw at his arms and scream but his thick hand has clamped over your mouth.

“Shh, shh, angioletto mio… You don’t need your little playthings anymore, bravetta, you have me now.” He presses his lips against your ear and whispers to you, pressing sporadic little kisses to the shell of your ear in between his words. “Shh, shh…”

Copia rubs his face into your soft hair, his voice rumbling like a cat. You continue to try and wiggle your way out, but he just slowly pulls you down to the ground, arms encasing your entire upper torso in a tight grip. He’s finally caught you and he’s not letting you go.

He continues to shush you, his voice a mix of comforting and terrifying. He gently presses you down into the floor, your body now lain flat, face pressed into the ground.

“Don’t move, little one. Your Cardinalé needs to do something.”

Your heart plummets to your stomach at the insinuation, but thankfully, he steps away from you and walks over to your dresser. You think of making another break for the door, but you know he would just catch you again so you decide to play the obedient role for now. He appreciates this as he pulls two long, thick ribbons from your dresser drawer. He had seen you play with another Sibling with these before and he had fantasized about them since.

Now, he can finally use them on you, like he has a wanted for quite some time now. He stalks back over to your body, straddling your hips and trying not to think of how good it feels for your plush ass to be pressed up against his balls. His fingers wrap around each of your wrists and he binds you with the red ribbon. It’s tight and inescapable. He moves down your legs and does the same with your ankles.

As he goes to stand above you, your little voice stops him in his tracks.

“C-Cardinalé?” Oh, the waver in your voice makes him feral. He’s so glad he could give you such a beautiful tremor. He hopes he’s riling you up just as much as you are to him.

“Sí, bravetta?”

“…”

You squirm under him, the sight of your breasts squished up against the floor is driving him insane. What soft nipples, he thinks, if only I had the time to worship them now. He nudges your hip with the tip of his dress shoe, urging you to continue as he’s sure he only has so much time to get you back to his chambers.

“I-I’m so scared, il mio Cardinalé.” Copia kneels back down, carding his fingers through your hair as he presses up against you once again. He gently lays kisses on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your skin.

“Oh, piccolo angialetto mio, there’s no need to be afraid. Shh, just relax now…” His hand rustles around in his cassock for a few seconds, making your blood run cold, but he pulls out a thick leather strap and fastens it against your mouth, effectively muffling any sound that may come out.

He pulls you off the floor, and carries you bridal style out of your room and through the exit he knew so well.

The entrance to the Ministry’s catacombs was a little bit into the edge of the woods near the gardens, not far from where your room had been. Sister Imperator had given him the long-abandoned chamber within the catacombs when he had become a bishop. The last tenant used to care for the burial sights down there, but after his death the entirety of the catacombs has been left untouched.

Sister had offered Copia an upgrade within the upper clergy chamber hall but he had declined, he’s grown fond of the stench of death.

So, as he pushes the large wooden doors open with his back, he encourages you to close your eyes. Many of the coffins and effigies were open or broken apart, and he would hate for you to see something so grotesque. He wants you calm and comfortable down here.

He traverses the old stone steps down into the ground, the old torches had been updated to be electric, the fuzzy warm light has always looked so cozy to him. Even as it reflects off the cold, stone walls. His chambers are down a few more twists and turns, you try to memorize them but it quickly becomes hard to remember. It dawns on you that maybe only the Cardinal knows how to traverse these caverns.

Copia comes at a stop in front of a large, heavy door, he sets you down gently on the freezing stone floor to unlock it with a skeleton key. He pushes it open far enough that he can carry you through safely.

There’s a large, extravagant bed in the middle of the room. All the furniture in the room seems to be Victorian, and of the same set. It looks much more comfortable than the rest of the catacombs. He strides over to the bed and lays you down on the soft covers, turning back to the door to lock it.

Copia watches as your chest rises and falls rapidly, the realization that you’re completely alone with him now dawns on you both. You’re trapped, he could do whatever he wanted now. He could do everything he’s dreamed of. But first, he has to make sure you really can’t escape. He had bought a collar and leash quite some time ago when he had first had the idea to bring you here.

The sight of it makes you wail, though the sound is muffled by leather. As he leans forward to fasten the collar, you try to scoot away but it’s not enough. He has you collared within the next second, and he slides his fingers down the chain leash, pulling it up to the bed post closest to you. He wraps it around the post and locks it in place.

“Hm… There. How does that feel, piccolo angialetto mio?” He unties the leather strap from your mouth, letting all the little gasping sounds you’ve been making float through the still air of his chambers.

“P-please, please, Cardinalé, please, let me go.” You beg, hyperventilating and whimpering. He’s a little disappointed in you, such a sweet, obedient thing and yet you can’t answer a simple question? Maybe he needs to ask it again.

His gloved hand sidles up against your throat. He gives it an experimental little squeeze making your eyes widen in fear. His gaze is like looking into the sun: wide, bright, and burning. He never looks away for a second.

“I said. How. Does. It. Feel?”

You know you have to answer him.

“I-it…It’s okay, Cardinalé… It doesn’t hurt.” You pray to Lucifer that that’s what he wants to hear. It seems it is, as his hand loosens its grip and slowly, softly, slides down your clavicle and ghosts over your breasts. His eyes are wild and deranged, you can see spit gathering against his bottom lip as he ogles your chest. His fingertip traces the shape of your breast, then comes back up to gently rub your nipple. Guilt and shame burns in your belly as a little involuntary moan escapes your throat.

His eyes snap up to yours… He liked that. You can see the urgency in his face, he wants you to do it again. His fingers circle your nipple once more, and it’s so sensitive. Your cunt isn’t on your side, it’s slick and aching. You bite your lip to hold back any other sound that may sneak out. It seems he likes this just as much.

Copia leans even closer to you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your tit. His mustache tickles as he hovers just over your stiff nipple. The tip of his tongue inches out, grazing against your areola. His spit is hot and dries cold, making you shiver in the warm light of his chambers. What is wrong with you? How could you possibly be turned on by this right now?

You had noticed how he was always around, always hanging on your every word even if they weren’t being said to him. You had wondered if he truly was watching you, and tonight you had finally seen him. But it didn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it had driven you mad. The sight of him drooling and humping the air as he watched you getting railed, it had done things to you. It made the cock in your pussy almost redundant as you spasmed and creamed all over it.

The thought of having Copia’s cock to cum on flashes in your mind, doing nothing to stop you from giving in to him. His mismatched eyes look up at you reverently, he starts to suck gently on your tit, letting out little whimpers and moans as he does so. His hand trails down your belly, on a certain path to your flushed and pulsing clit.

Any effort to refuse him has gone out the window, you have no idea how long you’re going to be here with him. It would do you no good to pretend you don’t like it as much as he does. Moans spill from your lips as his gloved fingertip gently presses against your clit. He draws little circles on the hot bud, making it twitch and pulse. You whisper his name in poorly contained ecstasy.

He shushes you once more in a placating gesture, his hot tongue laving over your nipple. You’ve had many partners over the years, but none of them felt like this. His hot mouth is what you imagine Hell must be like for the most devout of Satanists.

He continues his ministrations, vaguely wondering if he could get you to lactate if he treats your teat kind enough. He trails his tongue over to your other nipple to give it some much needed attention, and his cock jumps when you let out an airy gasp, your bound arms twitching in place. He suddenly realizes then that you’re still tied up at the wrists and ankles and a wave a guilt washes over him.

“Oh, piccolina, I’m sorry. Let me free you.” He pulls his mouth away from your tit, making you whine in protest. He sneaks his hand under your body, untying the ribbon as fast as he can and turning down to your ankles to untie that ribbon as well. It feels good to spread your arms out next to you and let your legs fall open for your Cardinal.

“What a beautiful girl.” He whispers in praise, his hand sliding back in between your legs. Your fingers toy with the grucifix hanging from his chest as he plays with your clit once more, suddenly it doesn’t feel so fair that you’re naked and he’s not.

“Copia?” You whisper breathlessly, catching his attention immediately. He mindlessly rubs your clit as he faces you with a quizzical expression.

“Sí, bravetta?” His voice has grown husky and his right pupil is blown wide while the other stays the same as it always does. He looks worried, like he’s done something wrong which feels morbidly ironic to you and you can’t help but let out a quiet giggle.

“Will you undress, il mio Cardinalé? I want to see you.” Your desperate voice betrays your neediness, and he looks almost smug at how well he’s riled you up. He barely has any room in his head for any insecure thoughts that crop up, his only thought being to make you happy. So, he pulls his hand away once more, though to start unbuttoning his cassock now.

He gets it about midway to his belly before he starts to pull it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. What greets you is freckled shoulders and hairy pecs hidden by a white tank top, and his signature tight, red pants.

His cock looks huge straining against the fabric, it makes your mouth water in anticipation. There’s a little wet spot where you assume the tip is, and it somehow makes you even slicker than before. His nimble fingers start to undo his pants, pulling out the tucked in tank top and tossing it over his head. With his pants fully unbuttoned, he takes a glance at you and sees that you’re transfixed. It looks as if you’ve been put under a spell, watching intently as he fumbles around to try and pull his pants down and off his legs.

His dick is even more pronounced in the tight black briefs he wears, it looks about as thick as your wrist and as long as your belly button to your clit. He looks at you hesitantly, like he’s not sure if you truly want to see all of him but there’s nothing more you want in this moment, not even escape.

He pulls the gloves off his hands, finger by finger, drawing it out as much as possible. Just so he can drink in the desperate look on your face, he knows he won’t have much resolve to tease you once it starts. His newly bare fingers slip down his pudgy, fuzzy belly and hook under the band of his briefs. He strains the band and lets it snap against his skin like he’d seen you do with your bra straps, and he watches intently as you let little gasps out each time he does it.

Copia pulls the band down, revealing his bush with every slow inch. The sight of the base of his cock takes your breath away, and soon enough the entire thing has flopped out and smacked against his belly. It’s monstrous. You want it like nothing else. It suits him.

He crawls over you and straddles you then pulls your legs around his hips, letting the tip of his flushed cock rest ever so gently against your throbbing clit. You whine and squirm, gripping the covers below you and he tuts gently.

“Patience, piccolina.” He warns, but both of you know there’s no real danger behind it. This is better than anything he could’ve imagined, why would he get upset with you for being just as eager as he is?

His cock catches against your aching hole as he tries to rub your clit with it and it makes you both gasp. He lets out a drawn out moan as the tip pushes gently against your cunt, it pops and slides in about an inch and he can’t seem to catch his breath. It’s been so long it feels like it’s the first time, and maybe it should be because no one has ever been like you. Sí, he thinks, this’ll be my new first time.

Just his tip sits nestled in your heat and it starts to make you feel fuzzy and needy, you start to whisper incoherent pleas. He knows what you need but he needs to take this in just for a few seconds longer, so he brings his thumb up to rub against your clit. You’re both moaning like desperate whores, and he can’t help the whimpers that fall from his lips whenever he feels you clench down on him.

He starts to slide in further, you’re so wet it feels like there’s no resistance at all. It feels like home to him, like this is where he really belongs. Here with you, in you and around you. He falls forward to rest on his elbows above you. His hips start to rock gently against you, pushing in further and further with each thrust.

“I-I love you, angialetto mio.” He whispers against your lips, pressing kiss after kiss on them. “I have loved you for so long.”

“I know, Cardinalé… Mmm, yes, just like that.” You groan as the head of his cock starts to nudge against that spot inside of you, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. “I-I… Oh, Copia, I love you too.”

You don’t know what’s come over you. You’re not in the right headspace, you never would’ve said that before. But maybe that’s okay, you think, maybe this is where I’m meant to be. You pull him closer, pressing your chests together and kissing him deeper. His tongue asks entrance into your mouth and you let it, you explore each others tongues as he fucks into you faster.

The sound of your wet bodies slapping against each other and the moans let out between breaths is the only thing that can be heard in the chambers, and as he continues to pick up speed and depth it feels like you just might scream. He’s hitting all the right places, rubbing all the right spots and your eyes roll back into your head. His face is scrunched up in concentration and pleasure, his sweat dripping down onto your own sweaty skin.

“Oh, bravetta, I’m so close.” He whimpers pathetically and he brings his hand back down to rub tight circles on your clit once more, aiming to push you over the edge with him.

“Yes! Yes! Copia, please!” You’re almost there too, your breathing is short and fast as your heart thumps in your chest, your clit throbbing. His thumb nudges the very tip of your clit and that’s what does it. It feels like molten lava has spilled over you from your head to your toes as he grunts loud and jerks his hips forward once, twice, and a third final time as he unloads deep inside you. Your walls spasm around his thick cock in ecstasy and soon enough the reality of the situation starts to set in.

You don’t know how long you lay there silently gazing off but when you come back, Copia has cleaned you both up and wrapped you up in the covers. He is gazing at you lovingly and it makes you sick to your stomach. There’s no getting out of here is there?

You wait til he falls asleep to cry.

“Now I thought about what I wanna say, but I never really know where to go. So, I chained myself to a friend.” // “Give it up to me, give it up to me. Do you wanna be my angel?”

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gigabyte-flare · 2 years ago

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There's No Escape (Part 6)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: As you process the fact you're now pregnant with your captor's child, you experience the aftermath of the trauma he's endured in the past.

Pairing: yandere!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Word Count: 2.7k

If any of the warnings below trigger you, please kindly pass on this fic

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life; if you feel this way, please go touch grass. You are solely responsible for your own content consumption

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL YEET YOU INTO THE GODDAMN SUN. Thank you!

Warnings (may not apply to all parts): Sex, gaslighting, swearing, stalking, acts of violence, blood, dubcon, kidnapping, pet names (baby, doll, angel, sweetheart, etc.), PTSD triggers, unprotected sex, forced breeding, daddy kink, manipulation, oral (m and f receiving), choking, overstimulation, knife play, gunplay, masterbation, drugging, tokophobia, Stockholm syndrome if you squint. Long story short, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. More warnings could be added in the future.

Tags: @lipglossanon, @ghostkennedy, @explorevenus, @nexyswrites, @ilookatlater, @shroomietrip, @dollrxst, @lomaeuwu, @aliet, @luniaxifics, @miwsolovely (Shoot me a message or an ask if you want to be added to the list!)

A/N: I am sooooooooooooooooooo sorry this took so long to put out! I had massive writer's block with this one. There's a ton of angst in this one, fair warning. Enjoy!

EDIT!!! I forgot to mention there's a nod here to Venus' AI Leon shenanigans as they helped break my writer's block, thank you Venus!!!

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The days following the bombshell that was finding out you’re pregnant with Leon’s child were a blur. Most of the time you moseyed around the house, almost in a catatonic state, your mind in denial about the whole thing. Pregnancy and childbirth were two of your biggest fears and they were now a terrifying reality. This morning was no different, you lay in bed on your side, staring off into space as several tears stream down your face. Dark circles were under your eyes from crying almost every night; you also refused to eat, Leon usually had to force feed you.

You feel Leon shift next to you as an arm wraps around your waist. You feel him bury his nose into the hair on the back of your head, inhaling deeply.

“Good morning, my pretty princess, did you sleep well?”

You don’t answer him, you simply continue to stare at the wall. You hear Leon let out a frustrated sigh.

“Baby, can you please answer me? Daddy’s worried about you.”

“I slept fine.” you reply curtly.

Leon forcibly turns you to face him, and you watch as he furrows his eyebrows at you.

“You know it’s not nice to lie to Daddy.” he says, “come here.”

He gets out of bed, pulling you with him to stand in front of a full length mirror.

“See how pretty you are? And the best part?” Leon says before placing his hands on the lower part of your belly, “there’s a part of me inside you now.”

You feel your stomach sink as you look at your nude form in the mirror, your eyes catching a glimpse of Leon standing behind you, his blue eyes locked on you in lust.

“I can’t wait until you start to show, sweetheart. That way I can show the whole world who you belong to.”

Leon presses a kiss into the back of your head before continuing.

“Daddy will take such good care of you and our baby; you won’t have to lift a finger, all you need to focus on is being a good princess and having all of Daddy’s babies.”

You shiver briefly, bringing your arms up to hug yourself as Leon wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your head and rocking you back and forth in an attempt to comfort you.

“Here, let’s get you dressed and I’ll make us some breakfast, hm?” Leon says, letting you go and approaching the closet to pick out your outfit for the day.

He grabs a pair of really short denim shorts with a white tank top, putting the clothes on you before getting dressed himself, putting on a pair of black cargo pants with a gray tank top. He gently grabs your hand, coaxing you towards the kitchen to have breakfast.

In the kitchen, Leon is cooking bacon and eggs while you sit at the kitchen table, fiddling with a pen that is on the table in your hands. Leon makes up two plates, putting one in front of you before sitting next to you at the small table. You’re reluctant to eat at first until Leon shoots a glare at you.

“You need to eat, don’t make me force you again, sweetheart,” he warns.

You let out a sigh as you begin to eat, fighting back tears that are welling in your eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, watching you like a hawk as he finishes his breakfast “you’re eating for two now; I have to make sure you’re getting enough to eat for both of you.”

The statement sends chills down your spine, but you somehow finish your breakfast despite it. Once you’re done, Leon collects both the plates and silverware to put them in the sink before leading you into the living room. He sits in his usual chair, coaxing you onto his lap as he turns on the TV to get the news.

He runs his fingers through your hair as he places gentle kisses on your check and along your neck, “I’m so excited to start our family, I’ve dreamt of this for so long…”

“Is that because of what happened in Raccoon City and Spain?” you reply mindlessly.

You feel Leon tense up beneath you and you quickly realize your error; you aren’t supposed to know about Raccoon City or Spain. You feel Leon’s cold blue gaze boring a hole into you before he shoves you onto the floor.

“You’ve been in my office haven’t you?!” he growls, his eyes filled with rage as you get on your knees to stand up.

“Daddy, please… I’m sorry, the door was open and--”

He stands up from his chair and slaps you across the face, causing you to fall over onto the floor. He bends down, grabbing you by your hair to stand you up on your knees again.

“Give me one good reason to forgive you, princess,” Leon growls, tightening his grasp on your hair.

It made you sick to even think about it, but you knew one thing that would quell his anger, “think about our baby, Leon…”

You watch his expression soften a touch, but his grip on your hair remains. Without saying a word, he begins undoing his belt and pants with one hand, pulling out his half hardened cock from his pants.

“Let me fuck and cum in your pretty little mouth, then maybe I’ll consider forgiving you, sweetheart.”

He sticks his thumb in your mouth, prying your mouth open before shifting himself closer, pushing his cock inside your mouth. Immediately he starts thrusting into your mouth, causing you to gag as his cock pushes against the back of your throat; he was doing this for his pleasure, not yours.

Tears pour down your face as you grasp onto his hips in an attempt to slow him down, but it’s futile; he is relentless. Letting out a lust filled growl, Leon looks down at you, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, relishing in the sight of him ravishing your mouth.

“You are going to swallow every drop of my cum, do I make myself clear?”

You try to nod, but Leon’s insistent thrusts into your mouth make that almost impossible; all you can do is gag. A few more minutes pass. Leon’s grip on your hair tightens as his hips push into your mouth. You feel his cock pulse violently as ropes of his cum shoot into your throat. You continue to gag, now afraid you’re actually going to choke on his cum. He holds himself in your mouth until his cock finally stops twitching. He pulls out of your mouth, your lips making a distinct ‘pop’ sound. Inevitably, some of his cum leaks from your lips; you struggle to swallow it all.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t swallow all of Daddy’s cum?” Leon asks, his tone patronizing.

You finally manage to swallow most of it before looking back up at him, “I’m… I’m sorry, Daddy, there’s so much.”

He grabs you by your shoulder, forcing you to stand up before he grabs you, throwing you over his shoulder, “I told you to swallow all of my cum and you didn’t, you bad, bad girl.”

You see that he’s carrying you to the timeout room and you start to struggle, kicking and screaming in his grasp until he drops you onto the bed in the timeout room, fastening the collar around your neck. He kneels down so that he’s eye level with you, the rage he’s holding back apparent in his blue eyes.

“Not only did you go somewhere you weren’t supposed to, sweetheart, but you didn’t do what I had asked you to. You’re going to stay in this room all by yourself until tomorrow morning so you can think about what you did wrong, understood?”

You nod, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You watch Leon stand up, not even giving you a second glance as he walks out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

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Leon is restless as he lays in bed, staring at the ceiling. This was the first night he slept alone since bringing you here. Every time he closes his eyes, that night in Raccoon City comes rushing back to him, the groans of the undead haunting his subconscious. He felt a chill go through him, which immediately brought him back to when he was infected with Las Plagas, causing him to lay on his side, wrapping his arms around himself.

You were the only one that kept the darkness of the past away and boy did he yearn for you now. But you were being punished and he needed to see that punishment through; he was not about to let you see him like this.

However, as time passed, his body began to tremble and he could feel a panic attack coming, something he hadn’t experienced since that night you had disappeared from his apartment back in D.C.. Grabbing a pillow, he stuffs his face into it and screams, unable to get the awful images of that night in 1998 out of his head. Why did you have to bring it up? Why were you in his office to begin with? He wanted to forget that night, the night his innocence was taken away from him.

He graduated at the top of his class at the police academy, his heart full of light and hope. Filled with a desire to help people. The bright, hopeful police officer died that night in Raccoon City, leaving behind a jaded man full of anger and hate at the horrors and corruption he was exposed to.

Clutching the pillow, trying to pretend it was you, he violently sobs, his voice no doubt echoing through the house. After what seems like hours of this, he couldn’t take it anymore. He tosses the blankets off himself and walks into the bathroom, flipping the light on before looking at himself in the mirror. His eyes were puffy and red with dark circles under them. He looks like hell. Turning on the sink, he splashes cold water onto his face before leaning over the sink, breathing heavily. He turns and leaves the bathroom, shutting off the light. He walks out of the bedroom, heading straight to the timeout room.

He stops in front of the shut door, pressing his palm against it, dragging his hand down until his hand meets the door handle.

He unlocks the door.

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You were startled awake by the sound of someone wailing. You were kind of irritated because you had just managed to finally fall asleep after exhausting yourself from crying. The first thought that crossed your mind was ‘oh great, is this place haunted?’ but no, you realize quickly it’s Leon. The wailing finally stops after awhile, much to your relief.

You close your eyes to go back to sleep until you hear the door to the timeout room unlock and open, the door letting out a creaking sound as it slowly swings open. You keep your eyes shut, thinking that if he thinks you’re asleep that he’ll go away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Leon walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. You feel him collapse onto the bed behind you; you feel him press himself against you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. That’s when you feel it, his body subtly shaking and you hear soft sounds coming from him.

Is he crying…?

You open your eyes, turning over to look at him slightly, “Leon?”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” you hear him say, “I couldn’t do it, I’m not strong enough… it won’t stop…”

You turn over completely to face him, looking into his bloodshot blue eyes, “what won’t stop?”

“I couldn’t save them… I couldn’t save anyone…” Leon says, “I can still hear them…”

You realize he’s talking about Raccoon City and, judging by the report you read, he witnessed some truly horrific things that clearly scarred him. Your mind starts racing, trying to think of a way to calm him down so that you can go back to sleep. You recall the Kennedy Report, finally.

“But you were able to save the President’s daughter, weren't you?” you reach out, gently caressing his cheek, “you also stopped a horrible parasite from spreading. That’s something, isn’t it, Leon?”

You watch as his breaths slow down, his expression softening as a smile forms on his lips, a genuine one. You hadn’t seen that smile since when you first met him. For a minute you forget that he’s completely deranged. He pulls you in close, kissing the top of your head and he quickly falls asleep and, thankfully, you do, too.

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The next morning, you and Leon ate breakfast in complete silence. You mindlessly push your food around on your plate as Leon stands at the kitchen sink, doing the dishes. You look up at him, the silence now unbearable.

“Do you… want to talk about last night?” you ask hesitantly.

“No.”

You feel your heart sink, clearing your throat before continuing, “I think we should, Leon.”

“You’re becoming awfully comfortable with addressing me incorrectly, my sweet,” Leon says, his voice like venom.

You roll your eyes since his back is turned to you, “it’s not going to get easier if you keep ignoring it.”

He turns around, narrowing his eyes at you, “drop it. Now.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy… I’ll stop,” you say, conceding defeat.

“Good girl.”

The sudden sound of his cellphone ringing in his back pocket made you nearly jump out of your skin. Leon groans, pulling it out and answering it.

“Kennedy speaking… no I can’t come to Bangor today…”

Bangor… as in Bangor, Maine?

“What do you mean the President is here? Fuck… fine, I’ll be there in a couple hours,” Leon hangs up his cellphone, turning to face you, “I have to go into town, can I trust you to be good while I’m gone?”

He doesn’t realize his slip up…

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Your mind was now racing, trying to fathom where in Maine you potentially were until you suddenly recall a conversation you had with Leon when you two started dating.

“Yeah, I have some property up near Baxter State Park in Maine; I’d like to retire there someday!”

He inadvertently told you where he was going to take you without even realizing it. But what were you going to do with this information? You had no way of communicating with the outside. You finish up your breakfast with renewed vigor as Leon gets ready to leave the house.

Leon comes out of the bedroom, wearing one of his leather jackets with a dark blue button up shirt and a pair of jeans. Admittedly, he was very attractive in this outfit. You must not have hid that on your face very well because he gives you a playful smirk.

“Like what you see baby? Too bad I have to leave you, otherwise I’d fuck you right here. Unfortunately, I can’t refuse an order from the President."

He walks up to you, cupping your head in one of his hands and kissing the top of your head, “I’ll be back later, be good, ok?”

You watch Leon leave the kitchen, listening to the front door open and squeak closed, leaving you with your thoughts. Grabbing your plate, you bring it over to the sink and finish washing the dishes that Leon had started. Your mind continues to race over the fact that you now had a general idea of where Leon has taken you; you had to think of a way to take advantage of this.

You finish up the dishes, drying off your hands before going into the living room. You sit in Leon’s chair, turning on the TV and mindlessly flipping through the channels. You can’t seem to focus, your eyes wandering the room instead of staying on the TV. Your eyes settle on the front door, your eyes widening in shock.

The front door is unlatched.

Part 7

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boolger · 7 months ago

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The desk ☆ dark!price x cat hybrid!reader

afab!chubby! reader. No use of Y/N.

hi hi, lets ignore all of my wips. This lil thing will be Price's pov first, then reader's.

read the tags. MDNI.

☆rating: explicit. ☆ length: 1k word.

☆tags: dark!John Price, dark!141, hybrid!reader, non-con, dub-con, dead dove dont eat, referenced kidnapping, torture, spanking/non con spanking, non-con drug use, mention of stockholm syndrome, r*pe, oral sex, p in v, afab reader, reader has a pussy, chubby reader, punishments, mention of death and suicidal thoughts.

☆Summary: Reader is chained to Price’s desk and despite her many attempts, she hasn’t had a successful escape attempt yet nor has the captain grown tired of her, as she had hoped.

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She had been chained to the desk for a while now. At first, it was mostly a bother to John himself. The amount of times she had fought him was just as frustrating to him, as to her. Couldn’t she see that it was for her own good? She didn’t have to worry about anything in here, she had what she needed. Once she behaved more, she would earn more privileges. For now, however, his office was her home, the desk the center of the world.

At first, she made her frustrations known both verbally and physically. Hissing and pulling at the chain constantly, clawing at the nice - and rather expensive - wood, leaving marks that he doubted could be fixed. Hell, his soft girl even managed to make the desk move with her fits.

A feral little thing she was. Even if Soap argued there was nothing small about her, while looking at her with loving eyes, not even bothering to hide his staring at her ass and tits. Ghost and Gaz weren't any better.

Alas, the office and desk was her home until she earned back the privilege to live in his quarters on base once more. The scar on his cheek was almost healed by now. Her claws really needed to be clipped. Maybe just removed. Would save him a lot of trouble.

The first week, John had spanked her so many times that he was convinced the bruises on her big ass would be permanent. His hands at first, until they became sore and clearly weren't enough - belt then, which seemed to be the way to go. A couple of times he even belted the soles of her feet, making his princess crawl.

His princess, his pet, his kitten. His Fae. She didn’t particularly like the name he had chosen for her, but pets didn’t get to decide their own names after all. The owners did.

Eventually, she learned to behave. Or, at least behave better than before.

It wasn’t too bad. He tried explaining that to her several times. She had what she needed here. A soft pet bed that was big enough for her to sleep in, the chain was long enough to move freely in the bedroom, there was a little fridge with food and he - or one of his boys - came with food from the canteen regularly unless on a mission. She had clean clothes, neatly folded and cleaned for her. Panties? why would she need those, stop asking. Those were a privilege as well. Bloody hell, Price even got her a nintendo DS that she could play on when he was in meetings and didn’t need a cock warmer.

No, no, Fae was perfect. Her mind, even if stubborn, was brilliant. Her cunt was perfect, her mouth too, despite her struggles. Especially after they filed those pesky fangs of hers away. Her ears were pretty, tail always soft to the touch.

Perfect little pet. The chain was just necessary for a while. Until stockholm syndrome set in.

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You were in hell.

One moment you were living your life as a free woman, the next you were kidnapped by some psycho military man - and his team was just as crazy as him, laughing in your face whenever you begged for help.

He, “Captain John Price, luv, your new master”, had threatened you with a gun before and several times these last days, you couldn’t help but think that you should have made him shoot you. It would be better than this. Sure, you would die, but you wouldn’t be chained to a fucking desk anymore.

You would be free. Not wearing a fucking collar with the name Fae on one side of the heart shaped tag and the words ‘property of Captain John Price’ on the other side. There was a little bell attached to the collar as well, every movement exposed to whoever was nearby.

“could be worse, luv. could have given you a shock collar, eh?”

… maniac.

The chain was connected with a big padlock, to a metal cuff around your ankle. You were pretty sure the metal cuff had been welded around your ankle when you had been drugged, though you couldn’t remember exactly. It was connected to the desk that you wanted to burn to the ground. It was giant, wooden and with locked drawers and sharp edges that dug into your skin and left bruises whenever he bent you over it and fucked you.

It had place beneath it for you to sit on a pillow, either just being a cockwarmer for the man or getting your throat fucked so hard you cried.

Worst thing? you were getting messed up from being there. You weren’t even sure for how long you had been with the captain in total, but it had been a little over two weeks in the office, chained to the desk by now.

One sign of that was that you were beginning to like him. Or at least, tolerate him more than any of his bloody men. They hadn’t been allowed to fuck you yet, sure they had fondled you, but nothing more than that and you could kiss Price for it. Fucked up as it was, you would prefer to just be his fuck toy and pet, than any of the others.

Price knew this, he had figured you out pretty quickly, because of course he had. Threatened you to let them take turns on you, while he fucked you over the desk, tits pressed against the papers while you squirmed on his fat cock and mewled with pleasure. Begging to just be fucked by him, letting your love for his cock spill, saying he was the only one who had ever made you feel this good.

Still, you weren’t messed up to the point that you didn’t want to run. It was just a matter of time and then you wouldn’t be chained to this fucking desk.

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pinkpigtailsprincess · 9 months ago

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𝜗𝜚 ݁ ˖ Sharpay Evans Affirmations .ᐟ 🎀🐬⭐️

⭐️ - the world revolves around me and only me everything is always going my way it just HAS TO

⭐️ - im always getting everything i want whenever i want it thats just the way it is!!

⭐️ - i have such an overwhelming sense of confidence people flock just natural flock 2 me i can’t help it

⭐️ - I always the topic of discussion people honestly can’t get enough of me im the one they love 2 hate and hate 2 love !!🎀

⭐️ - i have such a severe case of princess syndrome im spoiled bye everyone around me,i always get what i want nd everything about me is pink,glitzy and glamours

⭐️ - im so secure in myself im unshakeable i honestly i couldn’t care less about what other people have to say

⭐️ - im so insanely dedicated 2 everything i want , i will have no matter what no one can stand in my way

⭐️ - people bend 2 my every command i just the way it is im always getting what i want and people go to great lengths to please me

⭐️ - im always the star of the show , its always all about me!! for now and forever!! 🎀⭐️

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babyhatesreality · 1 year ago

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Hey babes! Can you do a stucky mafia little reader where stucky and they reader are out at dinner or shopping and someone tries to attack them? The reader is ok but very shaken. 🥺

Fluff, angst, mentions of shock and doctors 🥺❤️

I love your page

Sure thing! And I love you back <3 Thank you for your patience, it means the world to me.

A/N- this is an AU outside of Katie Cat, and outside of my other series. I decided to try my hand at Dark Stucky for this one. This is a stand alone- and I'm excited to play in this sandbox for a minute, so thank you darling nonnie!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Dark!Mafia!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: dark mafia Stucky, f! reader, severe Stockholm syndrome, Stucky both referred to as Daddy, pet names, reader is smaller than Stucky, language, an attack on all three, violence (not towards reader), shock, fear, angst, doctor talk, fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

"Mmmm," you couldn't help but say as you lingered on the last delicious bite of spaghetti. It was so rare that Steve and Bucky had a night away AND could take you out to dinner, that you'd almost forgotten what any other spaghetti other than Steve's tasted like. "It's so good."

"Good girl, you cleaned your plate. I'm proud of you," Steve said, the corner of his lip curling up in that smile that was almost a sneer, but you'd come to understand it meant he was pleased. You giggled and ducked your head, not wanting to admit that his praise in public made you feel all giddy.

"I think we should get the tiramisu to go. It's getting near your bedtime, little one," Bucky said, looking at his expensive diamond-encrusted watch. He chuckled when you pouted. "Now, now. None of that or we don't do this again." You instantly wiped the pout off your face. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually gotten to leave the mansion for a date night with your daddies, and you weren't about to jeopardize that. Seeing the pout gone, Bucky purred. "That's better. Now let's go."

A waitress handed Steve a to-go bag with a large piece of the dessert in it as you all were heading out the door. You were surprised when you realized that neither Steve nor Bucky had paid, and couldn't help but look behind you as you all were exiting. "What's the matter, Princess?" Steve asked, taking a firm hold of your hand. "What's wrong?"

"Don't...don't we have to give monies to the people for making us food?" you whispered, a little afraid that this was going to be one of those questions that got your daddies mad when you asked it. But this was the exact opposite. Steve squeezed your hand a bit, and Bucky quickly took you other hand and kissed it as you all walked down the street to where Sam had parked the car a few blocks away.

"Look at our sweet little girl, Buck, making sure all her people are taken care of," Steve said, grinning at Bucky and then down at you. "Seems like she picked up a thing or two from the business."

"It's okay, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy and I know the people that run this place. They make us food for free, whenever we want," Bucky said, smiling down indulgently at you.

"Oh. That's nice of them!"

"Did you like going to that place?"

"It was...nice. The food was way yummy. There was lots of people there."

"Was that too many people, honey?"

"Um...it's okay. Just not used to anybody but Daddies."

"Well, how about we all go back home and it can be just Daddies again?"

"Yeah!" you cheered, relieved. It was weird being around people again- you weren't sure that you liked it. You hadn't been around that many people since your Daddies saved you from your boring life to make you their Princess. It had taken a long time, but now you couldn't live without them.

The three of you turned into an alley. Normally, it would have terrified you to walk down a place like this, but with both of your daddies holding your hands, you knew you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly, you heard a deep voice behind you. "Stay right where you are. Don't move."

Ignoring the voice's orders, both Bucky and Steve whipped around instantly. Steve forcefully shoved you behind him. Afraid, you buried your face in the back of his jacket and tried not to make a sound. As you did when you were home and their work people came over, you stayed silent, like a good girl does.

"Give me your wallets and no one gets hurt," the voice said, low and gruff. Bucky let out a bark of a laugh as Steve stepped forward.

"Oh, son. You have no idea what you've just done, do you?" Steve said lightly, but you could hear the undercurrent of violence in his tone. You felt Steve's arms shove aside his jacket lapels, but the next thing you knew, Bucky had you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Everything got really loud really fast. You turned your head in terror to make sure Steve was okay, but Bucky forcefully grabbed your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

"Eyes on me, Princess," he commanded, and you obeyed instantly. "Good girl. You remember our codes?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Rabbit hole. Quick like a bunny. Go." He let your chin go and stepped towards Steve, leaving you alone with your orders.

After Steve and Bucky had rescued you and you'd grown accustomed to this new life, they had drilled code words into you in case of situations like this. "Rabbit Hole" and "Quick like a bunny" were codes for find a place to hide as fast as you can, and don't move until they come to get you.

You looked for a safe hiding space, just like Steve had taught you to, and found a slight notch in the brickwork of the alley- just large enough to hold a dumpster. You ran into it as fast as you could, squeezing yourself in between the dumpster and the wall. You huddled down, hands over your ears and eyes squeezed shut, pretending you were a rabbit in a hole, just like they taught you. Your hands over your ears mostly muffled the shouts, the grunts, and the loud bang. Then everything was silent.

After a couple minutes, you felt three taps on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you, smiling. You peeled your hands from your ears just in time to hear him say "Good girl."

You flung yourself into his arms, sobbing and scared. He picked you up, balancing you on his hip, as you cried into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of your head before pulling his phone out and making a call. Less than a minute later, Sam came barreling into the alley. Without a word, Bucky passed you to him and walked towards Steve.

You started crying even more hysterically. "No, Daddy, please don't go!" you wailed, trying to stretch out of Sam's arms to get to them.

"Hey," Steve's voice cut in sternly. You instantly stopped squirming, knowing better than to push Steve when he was angry. Seeing that you were behaving the way he wanted you to, Steve turned his attention back to what was left of the would be attacker. Sam pressed your face into his shoulder so you wouldn't look, and you stayed right there, unable to control your trembling.

A couple phone calls later and the situation was resolved. Your cries had quieted to occasional hiccups, but you were trying your hardest to be quiet and good, just like they wanted you to be. When you felt Steve's strong hands lift you out of Sam's arms though, you turned with lightning speed and latched onto him.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Princess, Daddy is here now," he said in a much softer and more soothing voice that before. You sniffled a little.

"Daddy?" you whispered, looking up at him. He smiled softly at you.

"Hey there, Princess," he said, rubbing his nose against yours. You sighed in relief, and returned the butterfly kiss, before turning your head to look for Bucky. You didn't have to look far- Bucky was right behind Steve, smiling from ear to ear at you.

"Princess, tell Daddy what you just did," Bucky said proudly, lightly punching Steve in the back to get him to listen up.

"Runned to be a rabbit in a hole, like Daddy said to," you explained carefully, wanting to make sure you didn't mess it up. Steve's smug smile grew.

"Yeah? You were in a rabbit hole like Daddy told you to be?" Steve said proudly. "Well, how about that. You must have been a very brave little girl to be such a good bunny when the mean man came." At the mention of the attacker, you began to shake again.

"Shh, it's okay Sweet Cheeks, we're here and the bad man is gone. He didn't hurt us and he can't hurt you," Bucky crooned softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. But you couldn't stop shaking.

"Boss, you want me to call the doctor to come check her out?" Sam asked gruffly, seeing you beginning to tremble again.

"No! No doctor!" you whimpered before burying yourself in Steve's shoulder. You heard a smack and turned your head to see Sam holding the back of his head and looking annoyed, while Bucky stood next to him, fuming.

"Idiot, you know she hates doctors," Bucky hissed at their second in command.

"Sorry, sorry," Sam apologized, before looking at you. "Sorry, Princess."

"Is okay, Sammy. Thank you for...for helping me." You didn't really want to thank Sam for holding you back while your daddies were taking care of their business, but Steve and Bucky were very strict about manners and you knew they would want you to thank Sam. You were rewarded with kisses from the both of them, on either side of your head.

"Good manners, Princess," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's go home. And see? Daddy didn't even let the bad man get our dessert. Let's go watch a movie and eat it before bed, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go out to dinner, hm?"

"I'll do anything you want, as long as I can stay with you and Daddy forever."

"Good girl. That's what we want to hear."

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lonelypuppet404 · 7 months ago

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So if you're a fan of Needy Streamer Overload, you may like to know that the developers of NSO, WSS Playground, are also working on other games! Specifically, YunYun Denpa Syndrome, or YunYun Syndrome?! Rhythym Psychosis! [WARNING: LONG POST APPROACHING, DO YOU WISH TO ENTER?]

The English Trailer

Now, the games overview is that you play as a Hikikomori or a shut in who has severe brainrot over Denpa Songs. It's also advertised as a rythym adventure game coming out later this year! The written overview on the trailer and the steam page is "This is a rhythm-adventure game where you play as a hikikomori (shut-in) girl who’s high on denpa songs. Become Yunyun-brained and lose all self-control to anonymously post on social media and destroy the world with your Yunyun brain rot."

Now, if that sounds interesting, let's talk about the characters! First of all, who we are, aka the player insert, Qtie!

Qtie is our player character, and the Shut-In in question. From the trailer, we can infer that she got into listening to Denpa Music from Yunyun, who we'll briefly talk about in a moment. She is a shut in who gets high on denpa music, and is an anonymous poster online, shouting out her love for Yunyun. Now, we can infer a few things here. First of all, the game, like NSO has a wide variety of endings. With the snippets we see in the game trailer, we can infer that Qtie will have a HUGE impact on the internet/yunyun fandom (i'll be calling them the yundom for the rest of this post) , as we see news articles that roughly describe a 'yunyun addiction' and the title even says 'yun yun syndrome'. We can infer then that she could have a huge affect on the fandom, and the real world because of her actions. According to the Steam Page, apparently she had some traumatic events that happened in real life, that she has become a shut in and has become 'fuzzy in the head'. I don't want to refer to her as psychotic throughout this post, since I feel like that is offesive and giving her a diagnosis without even having the game yet seems wrong. Next, let's briefly go over Yun Yun.

According to the Steam Page and trailer, Yunyun is a fictional character that Qtie may or may not be hallucinating talking to her through the screen. She is described as 'an angelic devil' which could have many implications. It is also said that 'Whilst the truth is unknown, most likely, she is just a figment of Qtie's imagination. It's joever for her.'

First of all, to the translation/writing team, hats off to you for including the words 'rizz' and 'joever' into this already. Oh god. Now...an angelic devil...she will more than likely have a huge effect on Qtie, and the endings will probably envolve her and the yundom in some way. So far the media she is from is unknown, but based on her design, it's probably an anime or manga of some sort.

Now, a brief overview of the songs! Aka, a crash course in Denpa!

Now what is 'Denpa'? Well, Denpa is a music genre described by their steam page and google as a catchy, strange sound. Think of the NSO soundtrack and its respective insert song(s), Internet Overdose and Yamero. It usually has a high female voice behind the songs too! A spotify playlist by the sounds of spotify is linked here if you would like to listen to it yourself! I would reccomend checking out the fandom page on denpa if you want to see more.

Now the songs! On steam it says there more than 30 songs, and in the trailer we hear: - Sakuranbo Kiss / it’s a cherry kissing explosion - Kotoko - princess bride - Kotoko -Change my Style 〜あなた好みの私に〜 - KOTOKO -夏はマシンガン - 懐フラ -Miko Miko Nurse ~ Theme of Love - Kiss! い・も・う・と Club -だっこしてぎゅっ! ～汝、隣の枕（よめ）を愛せ - 民安ともえ -Cirno's Perfect Math Class - IOSYS -Overdrive - IOSYS

First of all, thanks to the youtube user who found all these in the comments of the trailer oh g o d. All these songs are great in their own ways, so go listen to them if you want to train for the yunyun overdose! Now let's look at...the gameplay! And also why nso players will love this game!

So far, we know this is a game where you post online about yunyun and her greatness, and this is where NSO comes into full effect. We have stats, different abilities, and other such things just like NSO! The rythym part in of itself is us posting on our sns of choice (presumabably twitter??? maybe 4-chan?? unsure. probably twitter.) as we, the yunyun-pilled, make other yunyun-pilled. mm. cult.

Overall, the gameplay is NSO, but also...a RHYTHYM GAME. This is very big!

time for end notes!!

Overall, I'm very excited for this game, and I want others to be too, so here I am posting about it, in my own Qtie like way. wow. she like me frfr.

The game seems to be very interesting and awesome, so please check it out on steam and see how it progresses, this seems so interesting,,,oh my god,,,,check it out,,,for yunyun...hehehe

Anyways gay rant over!

TLDR: Yun Yun Syndrome?! Rythym Psycosis is a game a lot like NSO but also a rhythym game at the same time, so you should check it out!

#needy streamer overdose #needy girl overdose #needy girl overload #needy streamer overload #yunyun syndrome #yunyun syndrome rhythm psychosis #yun yun denpa syndrome #wss playground #yyds #yysrp #Puppet's Analyses #Puppet's Rambles

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namazunomegami · 1 year ago

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emperor!sukuna x imperial concubine!reader

a/n: part 2 of my self-indulging mess. I had a lot of fun writing him and his drabble got finished way before I developed the whole plotline for Geto lol. I'll try to complete Gojo today or tomorrow and Toji is in the works yaaay!!

Also, I'm so surprised my Geto drabble got so many notes in such a short time!! I wouldn't expected people to be remotely interested in my writing but now I'm getting confident.

And finally, I can guarantee that this reader is gender neutral.

Likes and reblogs are appreciated <33

wc: 674, I know, I know, Geto got the princess treatment from me but sometimes less is more <333

cw: historical AU, scheming, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of sudden infant death syndrome, betrayal, accusations of abortion, execution, nudity, mentions of poisoning, suggestive

credits: i used a colored manga panel instead of a fanart but I have no idea who did the coloring so feel free to help me credit their work. And again, my precious @notveryrussian did the proofread, luv ya mwah <33

MDNI PLEASE! I'm gonna find you and kick you in the butt if you do. If you’re not comfortable with dark content or anything mentioned in the warnings just scroll, there's nothing wrong with that.

His mandate of heaven is very different from Gojo and Geto. Sukuna is a ruthless tyrant, he enjoys crushing any nation he deems either threatening or undeserving to even exist next to his borders. His palace is a snake pit, full of betrayal and backstabbing. Executions are frequent and he needs no valid reason to sentence someone to death, he enjoys the bloodshed and the sight of lifeless bodies. You can’t survive that place acting kind and humble. Sukuna specifically torments his concubines physically and mentally for the sheer enjoyment of it.

His court is probably the most competitive. You need to be as ruthless as he is, you need to become a schemer. One of his high-ranking consorts takes you under her wing. She lets you spend leisure time with her, and somehow, she ends up telling you way more sensitive information than she should. She once managed to give him a child, but the infant sadly died days after they were born. She complained about how hard that pregnancy was and that she’s afraid of going through it again, even though she’s attached to him. And not long after this conversation, she fell ill. Retching out everything she ate, her stomach burned and ached. She was so weak her cycle was two weeks late. She trusted you enough to have you fetch her a specific herbal tea to ease her pain and grant her some dreamless sleep.

And that’s the moment you decide you’ll use everything you know about her to cast her down and take her place.

You accuse her that she’s pregnant but wants to abort her baby. Your story is so intricately constructed from all the details you knew that his officials are on your side without hesitation. She watches you horrified, desperately telling him that nothing could be so far from the truth. Sukuna decides to believe in your words and orders for the consort to be executed. Finding pure joy in how she wails and begs for forgiveness. At the execution, he studies your face, every little detail and reaction and you were aware of that. It’s time to impress him. Your face is still, you don’t even flinch when her head is severed by the neck. The eunuchs come for you at night.

He loves and loathes this tradition at the same time. The servants want to protect him, so they deliver you stark naked to ensure you won’t carry any weapons. Fools, as if a weak and trembling creature like you could ever hurt him with a mere dagger or a sharpened hairpin. Yet it makes you look like an offering. A sacrificial lamb. Maybe because you are.

Some primal instinct tells you to balance your inner strength and innate fear of him. Pull back your shoulders, straighten your back, don’t even think to conceal your private parts. Let your fingers quiver and the sheer dread in your eyes seep through. He mocks you. Almost laughs at you while sitting comfortably on the intricately carved shelf bed, wearing a loose bright yellow robe, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. There’s no reason for him to not do this though, he’s a god, the son of heaven, therefore, everything about him is perfect.

The first thing he asks you is if you’re satisfied with your pathetic attempt to improve your position. You don’t dare to tell him that you feel the guilt rotting your insides. He confesses that he was poisoning her meals, he wanted to watch her wither away slowly and enjoy her suffering, but you ruined his plans. He might spare you, you’re a stupid little thing, you couldn’t have known. He warns you that you need to do so much more if you want to be on his good side. You need to be absolutely despicable to earn his praise. Though you feel content having reached your goal and getting to spend a night with him, somewhere deep down you hope you can leave his chamber in one piece or, at least, alive.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #meesa writes

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otherone12 · 3 months ago

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Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 4)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! I was supposed to be doing my homework, but It's much more fun to write this. So if I fail geography, it's all your fault for encouraging me to write lmao. Well, this is the 4th part of this fic… hope u like it <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! What if i post fics with Teacher x Student dynamic? Also, do you want me to post headcanons?)

if u didn't read, here's the part1, part2 & part3

Summary: He finally let you out, but external interventions made things take a bad turn. (no spoilers here)

- Word Count: 4.190 (holly shit)

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, spanking, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! (probably a bit cringe, sorry)

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

Getting used to him is not that easy i thought it'll be. Most of the time I just lay on his chest and listen to him talk about how many years he lived, or posing to him to draw me. Don't get me wrong, it is not like it wasn't nice… is kinda good, but is boring. I miss my old life, my friends, my family, and the more time passes, the worse this longing becomes.

Days turned to weeks, and the walls were gradually filled with drawings he had made of me. Various drawings, from sketches to elaborate paintings in color or just in graphite, in several different poses. I can't look at myself in a mirror, thanks to him, but he makes me feel so good when I see the way he sees me.

Even then, I started to involuntarily show my boredom of being locked in a small room. Was a pretty room, but there's nothing to do in there, except for being with Gerard.

Sometimes he disappeared for hours and came back with gifts. Pretty clothes, necklaces, rings, shoes… It is weird how he always chose the right things. But, again, when he got out I spent hours doing nothing. Looking at the roof and waiting him to come back, or to allowed to get out of that fucking room.

Another normal day was about to end so, like every day, I was laid on his arms, in silence, until he broke it, with his voice almost whispering in my ear.

- Are you okay, baby? - He asked in a sweet tone - you’ve been so quiet these days.

- I'm fine… but honestly, I'm bored. - I sighed, speaking with all my sincerity - like, there's nothing to do here.

- I'm not enough for you?

I shivered when his words reached my ears, feeling the kindness leaving his voice.

- I didn't mean that… I just wanna… - I kinda whine - get out a bit, y'know?

I turned my head to face him, batting my eyes a couple of times.

- Sorry, princess… - he laughed, with an obvious tone of mockery, but still with a growing sense of stress - I can't let you go out.

- So you don't trust me?

My first mistake was trying to start an argument with him. So I received what I deserve, a dry, harsh cut coming from him.

- Not at all

- Why?!

My second mistake was almost yelling.

- 'Cause you didn't prove to me that you can be trusted!

Gerard shouted, squeezing my arm that he had previously been caressing. The pain wasn't much, but it was still bothersome enough to make me stressed and try to argue even more.

- But i-

- End of conversation! - He yelled, cutting me off. His eyes got dark. Huffing he continued - You're so annoying sometimes!

I rolled my eyes and the loud silence filled the room, again. He tried to alleviate the weight of the situation by caressing my body and holding me even more tight.

I understand why he doesn't trust me, and I didn't blame him for that, but he could be a bit more comprehensive, like... he keeps me here with nothing! Not even a television! I have the right to feel bored and want to get out.

The deadly silence lasted for several minutes, but was again cut short by the unexpected sound of his voice.

- I'm sorry…

I didn't respond. I think part of me would like to just say it was okay and let it go, but I still can't get over how much his mood swings are.

- I didn't mean to yell at you…

No matter how hard he tried to sound nice, I wouldn't respond. He noticed I was still uncomfortable with him, so he took a deep breath and kept trying.

- Look… - he sighed, looking defeated, but a sort of kindness emanated from his voice - Maybe we can go out to have dinner tomorrow…

I didn't expect him to actually agree to hang out, but apparently my silence left him hurt and a little desperate for my forgiveness. Anyway, I was really happy that he gave in.

- Really?!

I exclaimed, my expression changed completely from disappointment to joy.

- I'm gonna be with you, and you'll have to behave. - He warned, severely - But if you want to…

- Yes! - more than immediately I agreed, after all any agreement would be better than remaining locked up there - Please!

- Well, well… - a small smile appeared on his lips and with a hum of gratitude he concluded - so I think we have a date, darling.

- Thanks, Gee! - I turned in his arms, coming close to his face and kissing his cheek. He blushed again…he looks so cute when he blushes. Well, with all this talk, doubts began to arise in my mind. - But… as a vampire, can we eat normal things?

- Sure - It's strange how he manages to appear calm - We don't need to, but we can…

- What about garlic? Can we eat it?

- Yeah… - He chuckled, as if I were asking something obvious. - But take it easy on it.

Apparently, he had already changed one hundred percent from crazy to good boyfriend, so I decided to get a bit far.

- Can we… Still get high?

- Not as much as a human, but yes, we can. - he responded normally, but his curiosity came across a bit harshly - Why?

- Maybe I'm asking for too much… - I made my best puppy eyes, and using my cutest tone. - But… Can we go to a bar after dinner?

He raised one eyebrow, laughing a little, making it clear that I was almost over the edge, and that he was the one who commanded.

- I'll see about that.

I smiled at him, I hugged him a little and buried myself in his body. He kissed my forehead, giving me a little hope that we could actually have a proper date night.

*** time skip ***

finally the time has come for me to start getting ready, I put on that dress he gave me a few days ago. a necklace, which matches perfectly with the promise ring he gave me. I love the way he always chooses beautiful clothes, mainly because he is an artist and understands color palettes and cuts of clothes.

He was with me in the room, I was already used to him watching me change clothes, but his indiscreet looks still made me a little embarrassed. The good part about him being there is that I was able to ask him to close the zipper on the back of the dress.

After putting on the dress, I stared at him for a few moments, while he continued to button the black shirt over his pale chest. He started to fix his collar, and I walked towards him calmly.

- Gee… can you help me, please?

I swept my hair to the side, leaving my back free so he could zip it up.

- Sure, princess!

His hands, that he made a point of touching my skin passing them over the parts of my back where the dress did not cover, while closing it. As soon as the zipper reached the top, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips met my neck, kissing softly.

- So beautiful… - Gerard whispered in my ear and I let out a smile. He rocked me a bit, with his chin on my shoulder.

I hummed, almost moaning, and he let out a victorious grin.

- Darling, can you help me with my tie?

- Sure, babe. - seconds after I finished speaking, I realized the nickname I used, by accident.

- What did you say?

His surprise, mixed with a bit of mockery and pride, embarrassed me a little, but I knew that sooner or later this would end up happening, taking into account my feelings towards him.

I turned to fix the red tie he had already placed around his neck, and he got closer holding my hips.

- I said ‘sure’

I muttered, focusing only on the tie. When it was finally finished, Gerard holded my chin, making me face him. His hazel eyes glowed and his lips reached mine. These little moments with him make it seem like time outside simply doesn't pass, which is ironic because even if time passes, it doesn't make any difference to us.

- Liked the nickname, by the way… - still with our lips together, he smirked and continued - But I would prefer it if you used a stronger one…

I moved away from him a little, laughing.

- A stronger one? - I asked, playfully - Like what?

- I don't know… - He spoke as if he was seriously thinking about the answer, until his expression changed to a mischievous grin - “daddy”?

It was pretty obvious he was joking, so I followed suit and took it as a joke, laughing and moving away from him to get my bag.

- Never gonna happen.

He unlocked the door and held my hand with unnecessary strength. I was already holding his hand, but his insecurity was obvious when we walked through the bedroom door.

I had never seen the living room or any other room in the house, but they all followed the same gothic aesthetic, but unlike the bedroom, which remained clean, the other places in the house were dusty, with cobwebs and many pieces of furniture covered in white sheets.

We walked to the car, and the only information I could gather about it was that it was black. Gerard opened the car door so I could get in.

- Such a gentleman

- Nothing less to my princess.

He kissed my hand while I sat in the car seat. He closed the door and went to the part of the driver, placing his hand on my thigh, under the hem of my dress. I shivered at his touch.

During the journey, the radio played an almost inaudible sound, perhaps because the only thing that was going through my mind was his hand, slowly rising and rubbing his thumb along the inside of my thigh.

I didn't ask many questions about where we were going, so I alternated between looking out the window and looking at him, who was driving with only one hand, turning the steering wheel. Looking out the window was satisfying, after all it had been weeks since I had seen the outside of that captivity.

Well, in about forty minutes, he started to park the car in front of a restaurant, a fancy one. I'm definitely not used to this, nor was I waiting for him to open the car's door for me, like he did, taking my hand and, again, holding tighter than was necessary.

Gerard led me inside of the restaurant hall. We didn't have reservations, but there were several empty seats, considering the random day we chose to go. Arriving at the table, he pulled out the chair so I could sit down and then pushed it again, placing me in front of the table.

After we looked at the menu, a waiter quickly came to the table. While he was taking our orders, Gerard seemed very uncomfortable, perhaps with the friendliness I showed the waiter, but I think that was too much even for him.

- So… how does it feel to get out?

While we wait for the food to arrive, nothing is more normal than starting a conversation, but the topic of "getting out of captivity" was not exactly what I had in mind, but considering his good mood, I think the best thing to do is to join in and continue the conversation.

- It is great… - I sighed, thinking about how to continue... I guess the least I could do after all his chivalry was to compliment him. - Actually, being with you makes this even better.

His eyes widened, and a wide smile spread across his face. I smiled back, because I was being honest. Ever since I admitted to myself that I was in love with him, I don't see myself dating anyone else.

- Wow… - he chuckled - I wasn't expecting you to say that

- We're on a date, right? - I think I've never used this kind of tone with him… I was being sweet, truly sweet - So that means I wanted to be here with you.

- Make sense… - He stopped for a few seconds and analyzed my face. I admit that I was nervous, and I was already preparing myself for criticism. - you're so pretty

- So are you… - I let out my breath in relief, and since we're handing out compliments, I couldn't hold back. - you're actually the most beautiful man i've ever seen

Again the light red painted his cheek…

- You're exaggerating…

- I'm not! Really, I always find you kinda cute…

Another thing I kept to myself, in an effort to not let him think he could control me, but at this point, there's no way to do it but start admitting this kind of thing.

- So why did you get so mad when i… you know…

He looked around, careful not to say the word, but I couldn't let it slide. I raised my eyebrow, and did a cynical grin.

- Kidnapped me?

- If you want to call it this way…. - he sighed - But speak softer, please, darling.

- Sorry… - Giggling, I start to explain. - I got mad, cause if you just had asked me out, I would have definitely accepted without thinking twice.

- Well… - he said indifferently, thinking about how to continue the sentence without making it look bad for him. - I didn't know about that. Anyways, now is too late.

- Unfortunately…

Before we could keep talking, the waiter came with our food, I thanked him, and received a deathly look from Gerard. Dude… why?

The small talk during the dinner was nice, the food was delicious and the atmosphere of the environment was pleasant. As soon as we finished, he paid and we went back to the car. The same way, he opened the door for me and drove us. His hand was again laid on my leg.

Strangely enough, he didn't seem to be heading home. Even though I didn't know the exact way, the side we were going to was the opposite of the side we had arrived from.

- So… - he cleaned his throat - you asked me to take you to a bar… I'm gonna show you my favorite one.

- Serious?!

It was a shock. It was hard to believe that he had actually agreed to extend the date.

- Of course, princess.

-Thanks, babe!

I leaned over the passenger seat, stretching enough to reach his cheek with my lips, planting a kiss on him.

He froze for a moment, taking the situation in. Within moments, a small smile painted his face, still looking forward, driving. The way a simple nickname makes him let his guard down is really cute.

It wasn't long before we arrived at a small dead-end street. The streetlight apparently wasn't working, leaving the street very dark, and the only thing visible was the doorway to the bar Gerard was taking me to.

Getting out of the car, the same awkward situation of him grabbing my hand tightly. We crossed the front door and took a seat after passing some people who were sitting at the bartender's table. The last two benches were free, so we stayed there.

- Such a pretty place

- One of the reasons this is my favorite bar. - He explained - I've been coming here for years. Nothing changed in decades. Only the bartenders.

- Make sense

I laughed, and soon the bartender approached us.

- Hey, pretty lady… What's gonna be for you?

The compliment was enough to completely change Gerard’s expression. A bit embarrassed, I asked for my favorite drink, without showing the slightest sympathy, but not being rude.

- And for you, Sir?

He turned his attention to Gerard, who glared at him with anger.

-The same as MY girl.

His arms wrapped around my waist as the guy turned around and laughed loud enough that I could hear him.

- Who does he think he is to talk to you like that?!

- It's not a big deal…

- Because you liked it, didn't you?

- Gee… don't be like that, please.

He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but soon the guy arrived with the drinks.

- Here it is. For the most beautiful girl I've ever seen… - he placed the drink in front of me,and spoke, clearly far from being sober, turning to Gerard - and her possessive boyfriend.

-Thanks - I said, softly, but careful not to sound too friendly.

- Really?! - Gerard yelled, moving his hand to grab my arm, squeezing it. - You're gonna let him call you like that?

- Gee, please...

A bit of despair took hold of me, I even understood his jealousy this time, but the more attention he gives, the worse the situation becomes. In a failed attempt to calm him down, I placed my hand on his arm, but before, the nasty guy cut me off, making the situation worse.

- Baby… - He said, looking at me. - Why don't you leave this weirdo there and let's make out back there.

He pointed with his thumb behind the table and in a hurry Gerard pulled the guy's tie, almost hanging him. Pressing his tie against the table, glaring at the bartender with furious eyes.

- You better shut the fuck up, before I kill you… did you hear me?

He spoke with an intensity I had never heard him use, not even when I decided I was going to try to argue with him.

- Take it easy, dude

The bartender scoffed, not believing it. Gerard grabbed the glass that was almost full, and threw it on the floor next to the bartender.

- DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?

- S-sorry

Now, he was definitely scared.

- I'm sure you are. - grabbing my arm, he pulled me hard, making me stumble but not fall, as we walked out of the bar - And i'm not paying for that, by the way.

- I think you overreacted…

-You don't know a thing! You were enjoying all of this!

- I-

- Shut up, you fucking cunt! - He slapped my face, and my eyes filled with tears… the more I feel good about him, the worse I feel when he acts this way - You wanted to come here so you could flirt with guys there! Why the hell did I believe that you could behave?!

Still holding my arm, he threw away all the delicacy he used to use with me and slammed the car door.

- I don't even need to tell you that you won't be leaving that fucking room for a long time, right?

He started driving, obviously going over the speed limit. I held on to the bench a little.

- It wasn't my fucking fault! - I couldn't stay quiet, there's no way he's blaming me. - What am I supposed to do? Punch him?

- Don't you dare talk to me like that! - He stormed, hitting the steering wheel - Not when you were all cute with that guy!

- I wasn't doing anything!

He remained silent, ignoring me. I was about to continue, but he stepped forward.

- Wait till we got home, princess - what he said could be interpreted as a sweet phrase, but the threatening tone he used was not at all romantic. - I'm gonna make sure that you know who really owns you.

Not wanting to make my situation worse, I remained silent, not daring to look at him the whole way home.

Arriving at his house, he practically threw me into the room, and I wouldn't doubt that he was about to kick me, but he gave up when I remained standing, instead of falling on the floor.

- What are you waiting for, baby? - he spoke calmly, but his aggression was obvious - Undress yourself, NOW!

- Is that really necessary?

I asked, with visible fear.

- I don't know - he growled, showing his lack of patience - you want me to tie you up and do it by myself?!

I shook my head and started to take my shoes off, and then my dress, my underwear and my necklace.

- Good girl… - a satisfaction grim grow on his face - now, turn away.

He took off his tie, and blindfolded me with that. I won't lie, while I was scared of what he would be capable of doing, every move he made made me even more wetter.

His mouth pressed against my shoulder, sucking hard and making sure to leave bruise-like marks. I shivered as his hands went around my waist, squeezing tightly.

I hummed when he buried his face on my neck, licking it up. His mouth reached my earlobe, biting, while his hands went even up in my torso, catching my breast. I moaned.

- Fucking slut - He whispered in my ear. - I'm gonna split you up.

I felt his hands move away from my breasts, going down to my waist again, and his hot breath was no longer on my neck. Soon I felt him push me forward, aggressively. After a few steps, my legs touched the bed.

- Get on the bed, whore. - He demanded

I tried to turn so that my back was on the mattress, on top of the velvet sheet that covered it.

-Besides being a slut, you're also dumb? - Before I could finish turning around, he grabbed me, preventing me from making any movement. His harsh voice made me freeze, but his next sentence made me swallow hard. - I want you all fours for me.

I did so, getting into the position he told me to. Embarrassment took over me, but it was soon replaced by the fear I felt when I heard the sound of his belt being opened.

- You're gonna have what you really deserve… - As soon as he spoke, I felt the snap and the tearing sound of the leather hitting my ass squarely. I screamed in pain - See… that's the treatment whores like you get.

He caressed my back, I thought it was enough, but soon I felt the feeling hit me again, and again, and again. The more he hit me, the more I screamed, and soon the tie covering my eyes tie was stained with tears.

- Aw… Don't cry, darling… - I would give anything for him to call me that with the passion he had used hours ago, not with this mocking tone. - The night will be long… for you.

I jumped a little when his hand brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed my cheek.

- Tell me, princess, who do you belong to? - he spoke gently, but not kindly l

- Y-you - I murmured.

- Exactly. - Suddenly, he knocked me to the side, turning me now to face him - You're MY whore.

He took the blindfold off my eyes and I could see the hunger in his eyes. Hovering on top of me and grabbing my throat, he showed his fangs with a presunction smile.

- I'm gonna put you in your fucking place. - he roared, lunging at my neck again. - Tell me again who owns you.

-Y-you.. - I felt his pressure gripping my throat, and almost out of breath I responded - You own me.

- You learn fast. - he let me go, but continued talking with his face in my neck - But there's more I have to teach you.

Without warning, he inserted four fingers inside of me, curling them to reach my g-spot.

- So needy…

I moaned loudly, as he giggled, knowing that he can make me transition between pain and pleasure in seconds.

He pumped in and out, and I started to feel myself getting closer and closer. Breathless, I tried to tell him.

- Gee… i'm gonna cu-

- Not yet, cunt. - He growled, taking his hand out of me and moving it to his jeans, unbuttoning them. Then he pulled down his boxers and took his dick out.

He held my wrists together in the top of my head while he abused my cunt. My pleasure mixed with the pain I still felt in my ass took over me. I tried my best to hold back my orgasm, with great difficulty I managed to hold myself, hearing him grunt and groan.

After a few seconds, I moaned, feeling him use my pussy as a cum-dump. I started to panic as I couldn't hold it anymore.

- P-please… - I said, and he chuckled.

- Cum for me. - He ordered, and I did what he said.

The pleasure washed me over, and he let go off my wrists, laying down by my side breathless. I closed my eyes, trying to restore my energy, and he leaned back against the bed rail.

Gerard tapped his leg, calling me to his lap, so I went, feeling like a fucking pet of his. Not diminishing my embarrassment, I sat on his lap, and he stroked the top of my head.

- All mine… - He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder. - Am I right?

I started the night completely in love with him, seeing him as the boyfriend I would like to have, but every time he acts like this I distance myself more and more from him.

- Yeah… - I said, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a fake smile - All yours.

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~ Well, that's it… lemme know if you liked! Should i do a part 5? Drop me ideas! <3

PART 5!

#my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #gerard way x reader #gerard way smut

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pleasantspark · 3 months ago

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Charlie is a side hoe in her own show because she's a female character remember Viv don't give really a damn about her own female characters (Which is funny Viv has said several times that Charlie is based on herself)

Funny enough, that's probably what VivziePop is: A side character in the broadway and indie animation scene. She is a nobody who thinks she's a Main Character.

Most of her characters have some form of main character syndrome or what I call "crying until I get what I want" aka "Stolas Syndrome" where they act like they are above people because they have some form of "power"

Charlie Morningstar is a false princess of Hell.

The true Princess of Hell was Charlie Magne the original cast we were gotten from the pilot were assassinated by the Angels and sent to bumfuck land. The pilot vers of the characters live on elsewhere. I'm sure but we ain't ever getting it back.

But seriously though. Is this normal? Am I literally being asexual because Hazbin Hotel made me fucking ace? Is that it?

#helluva boss #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #vivziepop #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss criticism #anti-vivziepop #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #charlie magne anon #anon ask

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animementrash · 1 year ago

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AOT veterans headcanons pt.2

Characters: Miche Zacharias, Nanaba, Moblit Berner

Tags: characters headcanons, some may be ooc?

A/N: Here's the second batch of my headcanons about the AOT vets, if you want to read pt. 1 here it is :) once again, this is how I percieve them. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading! Love ya, bye! <3

Miche Zacharias

Most intense eye contact you will ever see, he’s the kind of person to keep direct eye contact when speaking and his gaze tends to intimidate almost everyone.

Talks with Erwin a lot, they have been friends for a long time and is usually one of the few people who can stand Erwin when he starts rambling about the outside and why is it important to lead humanity towards it.

Speaking of his long-time friendship with Erwin, he is the one who introduced Erwin to cigarettes years ago when they were just simple scouts.

The night before they went to the underground to get Levi, Miche questioned Erwin several times to make sure he was aware of the dangers they would encounter and even tried to persuade him to not go.

Will use almost anything he finds as a toothpick.

Has the most insane work out routine, not even Erwin is able to do it without exhausting himself. Only Levi can keep up with him when training and it’s only because he’s an Ackerman.

Has the highest body count in the scouts. I have no proof but no doubts either.

Another whistler, he’s also known for his constant humming and whistling but you can distinguish him from Erwin by the tunes they make.

Refuses to do paperwork, even if Erwin himself orders him to do some reports he will just say no and change the topic. Erwin no longer tries to make him do it.

When he forced Levi to kneel before Erwin in the underground, he was truly surprised by how much strength he had to use in order to push Levi down, he couldn’t understand how someone so small could be that strong.

Pushes his hair back and ties it in a small ponytail when it gets in the way.

Smirks a lot. Has the sassiest smirk ever.

Loves to trash talk people when drunk, especially those in the military police.

When Erwin and him used to go out he was always ready to be Erwin’s wingman.

Whenever Levi is brewing tea he’s always nearby, he isn’t much of a tea person but the smell is comforting and helps him get rid of any nasty smell that may be lingering in his nose.

Once tried to convince Erwin to keep his beard and moustache just like him but ended up asking him to shave because “not everyone can pull that combo”. Truth is he knew Erwin was hot with facial hair and decided to play safe.

Most of the time he doesn’t understand what Hange tends to ramble about but will listen nonetheless and even throw some questions from time to time.

(This one is so nasty sorry) Has a tendency to spit on the floor anytime he feels like it, Levi punches him whenever he sees him do it.

Snores a lot when sleeping. Like, a lot.

Loves to eat bread and will always try to get an extra piece when having dinner.

Nanaba

Loves to read romance novels. Used to believe she was a princess when she was a little girl.

Deals with imposter syndrome and used to doubt herself a lot before Miche gave her a reality check and told her that if she wanted to keep doubting herself then she could do it in another team, this helped her to stop being so self-conscious and focus on her strengths.

Loves flowers and will try to gather some when they’re outside the walls during expeditions.

Never knew how to socialize or make friends so when Miche requested her to be on his team she felt very happy to know someone acknowledged her even when she wasn’t too vocal.

Has beautiful hands, her nails are always neat and polished.

One-time Hange joked about her being the female version of Levi because their hairstyle is similar and she felt really awkward, Miche then said the hairstyle suited her better and she thanked him once more for always having her back.

Her love language is acts of service.

Really likes to spend time with Moblit or Levi, mostly because both are as quiet and reserved as her but also because the three shared the common factor of having a noisier counterpart who exhausted their social battery and knew what it was to need some quiet time.

Used to sleep in as much as she could when she had the chance, if it was a rest day for the scouts she was never seen up until midday.

Knows how to make flower crowns and will make them whenever she has the chance.

Has the sweetest and most adorable laugh ever.

Her nervous stims are shaking her legs when sitting or tapping her fingers rhythmically on whatever surface is nearby.

Owns a pretty decent number of dresses and jewelry, she also owns a single perfume she cherishes a lot because it was brought all the way from Mitras.

Has a sweet tooth, loves candied apples and apple pies.

Moblit Berner

Has the neatest, prettiest handwriting among all the scouts.

Has photographic memory, this is why he’s very good at drawing and at tracking down all the stuff Hange misplaces throughout the day.

The attention to detail he has is incredible, he’s able to catch up with things faster than anyone thanks to this.

Doesn’t know when or how he ended up being Hange’s nanny, but doesn’t mind it because he finds Hange’s mind very fascinating.

Rolls his eyes a lot, he can’t control his facial expressions no matter how much he tries either.

Before Hange even tries to show Erwin a plan, it has to be pre approved by Moblit, 8 out of 10 plans never make it outside their office.

Makes the most hurtful and snarky remarks when mad and makes it seem as if it was just a comment so you can’t complain about his attitude.

Gifted Nanaba a book about floriography and helps her collect flowers when outside the walls, he also likes to draw them before they wilt so she can add them to her collection.

Isn’t too fond of gossip but knows everyone’s secrets because people tend to vent with him because he is so serious and calm.

Admires Erwin a lot and is sometimes intimidated by him.

Loves to hang out with Miche and Erwin, and it’s only after a couple drinks when he can start being chatty with Erwin.

Is the only person who has seen Hange crying more than once.

One time he came across Levi at the kitchen when he was making some tea and to make things less awkward asked him for a cup, now he has to pretend he also likes that bitter tea because whenever Levi makes tea, he makes sure to bring him a cup as well.

Was once asked by Erwin if he could draw someone just by hearing their description, they then worked for weeks to make a drawing of who turned out to be Erwin’s dad.

Cares so much about Hange, not only as his superior but also as his friend, he believes there is no one who could be as brilliant and smart as them.

Levi once asked him to draw a dog and he couldn’t understand why, it wasn’t until Levi named the dog “Sniffer” and placed the drawing on Miche’s office door that he understood what it was for.

#aot headcanons #aot vets #miche aot #miche zacharias #nanaba #nanaba aot #moblit berner #aot moblit

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