#what's a little stockholm syndrome to add into the mix

[sortaferal]

Funny enough, back when I wrote Akande, the best ship adventure I ever had was with a 76 roleplayer, which is what turned me onto the brainwashing aspect. They had a power struggle, and there was so much sexual and romantic tension involved, but it was also really unhealthy and obsessive. It was a fight for a long time, and eventually Jack lost and got brainwashed. It wasn't even through chemical changes, because that would ruin the fun for Akande. Instead, he did it through a lot of manipulation. It was a long con. Eventually, he got Jack attached, not necessarily even in a positive way. And from there, he used manipulation of his emotions and loneliness to control him entirely. It was all about the conquest of a rival he viewed as an equal in power. Honestly you wouldn't need to change much to make that Gabe instead.

an AU of this would so *chef's kiss*. Either during Overwatch or Post Swiss and it'll definitely work out for Gabe yeahyeah. Akande has got such a silver tongue, and if you grab the man at his lowest point, yeah it'd be fairly easy to do. I love the idea, anon. Also bless you for deciding to pick up Akande, we need more Doomfist writers in this fandom.

[widowlyy]

ON THE RUN ⌣⌣⋟ 🍒

analysis. Natasha is on the run; while you're running from everything. Well, now with you tied up in the back of her corvette you can't run. Stuck with the woman who has been hunting you down, you can't help but push her limits. pairing. natasha romanoff x reader smut. dark!nat, bratty!r. non-con(?), strap on use (r receiving), fingering, oral, top!nat and bottom!reader. choking, bondage, gagging. daddy kink, degrading (puppy, mutt, and slut used). alluded to stockholm syndrome. word count. 1.5k

authors note. I understand I have two other fics going but why not add in on kinktober with just one fic 😏 — holy shit i jst realized this is like the first time I actually wrote smut other than my drabbles ☹️ ⌣⌣⋟

You heard the tires screech as the corvette had rolled into the abandoned parking lot. Eyes wide, hands tied behind your back as you had the gag spit out of your mouth as you fixated your glare on Natasha. Nose scrunching, before hissing out, “This isn’t following regulation! You’re going to get in more trouble!”

You questioned why Natasha hadn’t tightened the gag, as if the redhead was asking for you to be annoying, which you were. Having the threats of ‘if you don’t keep that gag in then you won’t like the consequences to come’ and yet you kept pushing your limits everytime thinking Natasha wasn’t going to do anything too drastic. It wasn’t until her head whipped back with a dark glare pinpointed at you as she snapped out. 

“We’re both on the run from the government, I’m doing a brat like you a favor. I don’t trust you stabbing me in the back both ways, I’m so close to losing my temper with you,” Her words were cold, and you knew that it was nothing but the truth. You had swallowed thickly before opening your mouth to have argument with the redhead words as she cut you off, “If you spit out that gag one more time I might as well find something else to occupy your mouth with,”

The pool of heat that seeped through your panties had you thinking a little bit, the way Natasha had been looking at you couldn’t help but want to test out the waters. Sifting your body a bit in the seat with your restraints before speaking out, “so why don’t you come back here and try me?”

The car was put into park, Natasha had eased off of the brake to lift her foot. Which isn’t what she’s about to do with you, no plans on having it ease as she hissed out, “Such a pathetic mutt, doesn’t know when to stop pouring too much spice to the mix,”

She crawled into the back seat, and it wasn’t without a doubt a cool hand had grasped your cheek and pressed you into the window of the corvette. It wasn’t even hard, taking a small pocket knife to tear through the clothing as she fondled your breasts. With you know bare in her leather seats, her eyes fell to the soaked panties before letting out a mocking taunt, “such a little slut, we work against each other but you still can’t help but get wet for me,”

You had released a whimper as her fingers found your nipples and pulled harshly. Your body had moved back, hips pressing into her pelvic bone as you felt your mind daze enough to allow the redhead to maneuver you about. Putty in her hands and you felt her pull back already, sexual frustration beating the fear of her cruelty you spat out, “Natasha if you don’t put your hands back I might as well stab you in the back,”

A hand had found your scalp, gripping the roots of your hair before pushing your face into the leather seats of her corvette. Her other hand had squeezed your ass, fingers gently trailing down to swipe through your folds and watching your arousal stick to the pads of her fingers, “Listen here you stupid mutt, you think you’re so mighty but I know that when daddy puts her hands on you all you become is a needy little puppy,”

You whined, wiggling your hips back before Natasha pushed your hips back down. Her hand lowered from your ass to cup your core, thumb pressing down on your clit as you moaned out loudly into the thick air of tension that resided in the vehicle. Her eyes darkened as she hummed, clearly thinking.

“Now what should I do with you? Hmm? Maybe train the poor little puppy to learn that she can’t get what she wants,” She taunted, pressing her lips to your ear as you let out a soft cry. Wrists shifting from behind your back against the ropes as they uncomfortably rubbed against your skin which is bound to be red and burning when they—if—they come off. As much as you were against having to be edged and not allowed to cum, you still felt more needy than you realized, crying out.

“Daddy please, I’ll be good,” Her grip released on your hair for a split second before her hand snaked around and gripped your throat and lightly squeezed as the hand between your legs had plunged two fingers into your needy hole as her nails gently scraped down your velvety walls which gave you a feeling of paradise you haven’t felt in a long time, “Hmm? Please what puppy? Daddy doesn’t read minds,”

You let out a soft babble, not able to utter anything out as your attention was on your restricted air and the fingers of the assassin inside you. Her pads were rough, calloused from so many fights and training, eyes watering a bit as Natasha started to steadily thrust into you as she watched how your cunt accepted it all. When your body shook and your walls squeezed her roughly, she ripped her hand out from your core and you cried out pitifully into the air. Tears had swelled in your ducts, and they were threatening to dribble down your cheeks as Natasha mockingly cooed.

“Poor puppy, my poor little mutt was so close wasn’t she?” And you nodded so quickly, desperately, feeling her hand on your throat leave as fabric was heard being pulled down her body behind you until you felt silicone press against your thigh. You were already a sopping wet mess, and she took that advantage to plunge her fake cock into your desperate cunt.

“You need to learn your manners, ask daddy to cum when you need to cum or when I take you to my safehouse I’m going to edge you all night and make you warm my cock,” She threatened harshly until she steadily set her pace of thrusting into you. She started off slow and tauntingly, which had your knuckles white before her hands found your hips to steady herself. Without warning her pace quickened and the sound of skin slapping was heard throughout the car. The sound of wetness squelching as she pounded into your pussy was heard over the faint radio in the background of reporters looking for Natasha and the other avenger on the run.

You felt insane pleasure, blissful already as you whimpered out. Her thumb pressed against your clit as you panted against the leather of her seats, a mocking sentence left her lips again, “such a little slut, is puppy so desperate to get fucked that she lets her enemies pound into her from behind in a car?”

You moaned out loudly, mewls had left your throat as you felt your lungs shrivel up as your voice was heard throughout the vehicle. Brows furrowing as you tried to hold onto that coil in your stomach, and you completely forgot. Without a warning your orgasm washed through, feeling the stickiness gush out of your cunt and stick to yours and Natasha’s thighs. You felt silence go through the car, even the radio stopped. The shared movements between the both of you had come to a pause before Natasha’s strap was pulled out of your hole.

“That was a bad puppy,” her teeth grit, and the irritation in Natasha’s voice was clearly heard as she lowered herself onto all fours, hands ripping your thighs apart to bring her tongue to your folds to get a final taste of your arousal and essence. She was addicted already, lavishing your cunt but never giving you the friction you needed. When you tried to grind down on her face she pulled back and left you on edge, listening to you let out a sob as she gave a slap to your ass.

“You’re gonna have to wait until we get to the safehouse mutt, because I’m certainly not done with you. Especially with how you already broke one of daddy’s rules. Gonna warm my cock all night while I play with your pretty tits and clit, going to ensure that I’m all you’re gonna need puppy,” She had pulled her pants back up as she tucked her strap back into her pants, leaving you face down in the seat with no move to sit you upright.

She took your gag off of your neck where you had previously spit it out, wet with your salvias. She left your body bare as she rolled up your panties and shoved it into your mouth to gag you properly, eyes falling on how your eyes fluttered shut to hide how aroused you were. She slid back up to the front seat of the car, eyes dark as she went back to drive on the road to the familiar route of the safehouse. Tuning the radio up before she quietly announced to you.

“You better prepare yourself puppy, because daddy doesn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon,” Her eyes met yours in the rearview mirror as your eyes drooped. Listening to the raspy chuckle of the runaway avenger, before your mind went blank. Vision going black as you passed out with the burning ache in your stomach for desperate release that you weren’t going to get anytime soon. A poor little mutt that got picked up off of the streets, oh how did you end up like this.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

I See You ❙ G1 Soundwave x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2900+

Warnings: Smut ( touching and spike penatration ) some violence, angst, some depression, stalking, small possessive behaviour, stockholm syndrome and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This took a completely different turn but I'm satsified with the results. Thank you @lonetile for your request it was a great project.

I'd like just to point out something. I've added stockholm into the warnings just to be safe. The reader wasn't harmed by canon and nothing was forced upon her. Also to add, Soundwave is using 'Mass Displacement' in this story for the smutty part.

Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

The moment it starts raining you start to consider the possibility that the universe hates you. Of course it has to start raining on the day your car decides to die on you, and the cost to fix it was going to be the price of a whole new car. Not worth it.

You walked to work that morning when it's all sunny and clear sky, and you did think that maybe the universe is giving you a break. But no, that isn't the case.

When your shift ends it's dark, late, and heavily pouring down, the thunder rumbling above as you wait under a bus shelter to see if it might stop, which it doesn't.

Fuck you you thought.

You decide to let the rain drenched you, to ruin your already miserable mood and shitty evening and just try to get home on foot.

Why you? You are but a simple woman, trying to live her life and get by. It seems things are just going wrong for you no matter what you do or decide, and on top of all that you've got an alien robot stalker.

That's right. Out of every human on this planet, you're hand picked to be the one that is stalked no matter where you go. There have been close encounters but never any harmful attempts.

Soundwave does have a strange obsession with you. He sends either Lazerbeak or Ravage to spy on you, constantly watching your every move. You will find random little gift boxes outside your home left by him. All containing either expensive jewellery or dresses, which you'll admit to yourself were pretty, but you refused to accept.

What Soundwave is doing is creepy and he shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. He's probably watching you right now, but the rain and shitty night was enough of a distraction.

Warm tears stream down your face, mixing in with the cold rain as your shoes are soaking wet as you walk down against the wet pathway. You are so distracted in your misery you don't hear the steps coming up behind.

You're suddenly grabbed and shoved against the wall, causing a pained help to leave you. It's a man, but he's wearing a hoodie across his head, shadowing his face.

"Give me your bag! NOW!" He shouts, knife in hand as he threatens you with it. Not waiting for your answer he grabs at it, but you tug back refusing to let it go.

"No!" You can only yell back, and it becomes a tug game between you two. "Leave me alone!"

"Dumb bitch! The man shouts before backhanding you harshly, sending you falling onto the hard path. You hold on, your bag is gone, and you think the man has taken off now, but he didn't.

"What the-FUCK! Get off me!" The man now starts shouting, his pained screams and animal like growls and hisses is all you can hear.

You don't see any of it with your head hitting the hard ground and sending you into a daze. You can only slowly push yourself up under your shaky arms, sobbing silently.

It grows silent and the man manages to run away, your bag dropped right in front of you on the ground.

Your sobs start to escape your quivering lips. Your head and face is throbbing as you struggle to push yourself up. There's a shadow over you, the growls of an animal turning into purrs before feeling a cold touch against your shoulder.

Managing to turn your head you're faced with the familaur decepticon symbol and the red optics down at your level.

"Ravage?" You manage to say their name through a whimper.

The creature had been hiding in your bag, not the first time either. You remember you kind of freaked out when you first discovered you were being watched and followed, then it became so regular that you simply got used to it.

Ravage had orders to watch and protect you. When that man hurt you she acted. Pathetic human probably soiled themselves.

She comes closer towards you and nuzzles her muzzle against your face before licking your wound against your head, a way to comfort you.

You can only let out a soft gasp from the contact before pushing yourself up further from the ground and sat down with your back leaning against the wall. What a fucking night this turned out to be for you.

Ravage again nuzzles into your side and lets out a warm purr against you. Your shaky hand touches their head as a way to pet them, and she leans into your touches. This is a side you've never seen before, a tender Ravage acting like a purring house cat.

"You saved me." You manage to whisper gently between your choked sobs. "Thank you."

All you can do is hug Ravage and she didn't seem to mind, letting out more warm purrs that vibrate against her skin.

The storm above continues and shows no sign of settling down anytime soon. You hated it. You hated your life. You are so alone without anyone. No, not entirely true.

"Take me to Soundwave." You hear yourself whisper to Ravage, her helm perking up as you say this. "Please."

You don't care how, if Ravage might take you to him or bring him to you. All that matters was you needed to be with someone.

Ravage's optics flicker before she starts nuzzling into you again and placing her helm in your lap and laying down. Well, she's staying with you at least. She must've summoned her master silently.

The rain continues, of course it does, but you didn't feel completely alone with Ravage at your side. Luckily it didn't take long for a large shadow to loom over you, causing you to open your eyes and look up at the familiar figure of Soundwave.

He kneels down closer towards you and you can't help but feel your heart flutter. You're happy to see him. Should you be? Perhaps not, but you don't care.

"Ravage: Return." Soundwave's command was simply as you watch the feline transform back into her master.

You watch as hsi servo moves towards you before his digit gently grazing over your cheek, the side that wasn't sore, and your response is to lean into his touch and savour the affection he is giving you.

"Y/N." He says your name, plainly, but you watch as his visor flickers fondly down at you.

"Soundwave." You return saying his name back, teary eyes staring up at him. "Take me away from here, please." You can only manage to say to him.

He silently nods before gently scooping you up in the palm of his servo. Being lifted up did give you a bit of a head spin but this stops when he holds you close to him.

You can feel the radiating warmth through his metal, the sound of his gears that sound like purrs vibrating against your skin making you hum gently back in return.

"Oberation: Bring y/n home."

You don't know if that means your home and his home but you don't care. All that matters is that you feel safe, and that's all you need to help you slowly drift into a sleep.

When you wake up again you realise you're not in your home, but what you can only guess is the decepticons base. The softness you lay upon is nothing like anything you've felt before, so soft, silky and warm.

Sitting up you take in your surroundings and notice you're dry, wounds treated, and you wear a sky blue floral dress with puffy sleeves. Soundwave's choosing you assume, since it looks like some of the dresses he had already left for you before.

The room is small but beautifully decorated, illuminating white and blue lighting dimming around every edge with a crystal like curtain at the entrance.

Your bare feet touching the cool floor before walking over towards it, gently peeling open the delicate curtain and poking your head out to see what looks more like a room made for a transformer with a large console.

It seems he made this smaller room just for you on top of a bench top. Was he planning on bringing you here? You should feel horrified but you don't, instead you feel flattered? At least he cares you silently tells yourself. It's not like anyone else cares.

"Y/N." Hearing your name you let out a gasp only to relax quickly when you see it's only Soundwave. Guess you weren't afraid of him anymore.

"Hi." You manage to say weakly, wiping the sleep from your eyes and to clear your vision. "Was I asleep long?"

"Affirmative." He answers before leaning closer, arm hovering over as he what looks like doing a scan over you. "Body temperature has improved. Visible wounds heal over time. Negative internal damage. Query: How do you feel?"

You manage to give a soft smile. "I'm alright..."

He was quiet for a moment. "Query: How are you emotionally?" His question did surprise you a little. Is there a difference between feeling and emotions?

"I...I'm not sure." You answer honestly, not really sure what the right answer to that was. "A lot has happened."

"Affirmative." Is his response.

What is to happen now?

"Um, thank you, for the dress, and for taking care of me." You found your voice strong enough to say this.

"Beautiful." You feel his large digit gently run across the side of her hair making you blush a little from his fondness.

After a short moment of silence you manage or break it.

"Can we spend time together?" You hear yourself ask him. Might as well get used to your new home, and to Soundwave.

You don't know what to expect but you didn't expect for Soundwave to suddenly shrink down to your size. Perhaps a little bigger, but human size without a doubt.

"Affirmative."

He offers you his servo which you take fondly before he leads you back into your decorated cube. Inside he sets on some soft music, one of your favourites. Guess he already knows a lot about you. The lights dim down and you look at Soundwave, eyes widening when you notice his face mask retracting revealing a white slender mouth.

You had no idea he could do that, but it does give you positive thoughts. One of them being that you can kiss him.

Stepping closer you raise your hand up to Soundwave's face where you ghostly touch his heat plating, exploring curiously. He lets out what sounds like a groan and leans into your touch fondly, his own servo coming up over your own.

It's his digits and your fingers that tangle together as if he was your romantic significant other. You then lean up on your toes, closing the distance and kissing him.

His lips weren't what you imagined. You expect them to be hard and cold, yet they were warm and soft, very pleasant against your own.

Leaning against his chassis you deepen the kiss between you two, opening your lips and feeling his glossa slowly slip into your mouth and run along with your own tongue.

The taste almost feels intoxicating, a drug that suddenly consumes your mind and craved more of. These feelings, desires, they suddenly perk up so quickly in such a short time yet you didn't care about this, you only care about seeking more from him.

You feel his servos running across your back, down to her ass and gips gently making you moan more against the intense kiss. He moves then back up over the puffy sleeves of your dress and slips them down, tugging the dress and letting it pool around your feet.

You're not shy at all, you want this just as much as he does.

Moving back towards the bed he sits down, tugging you into his lap and moving back against the bed as it creaks under his weight and presses his back against the wall with you still straddling him.

Your kisses grew more desperate, hungry for more. You couldn't get enough. Your breasts press up against him, perky nipples swollen hard as his servos roam skillfully against your sensitive skin.

Soundwave moves from your lips, making you pout, but is soon followed by a moan as you feel him at your neck. He kisses your skin and licks hard with his glossa, dentas gently biting as if he wants to mark you.

You're fine with that.

Letting out another moan of pleasure you find yourself grinding down against Soundwave, feeling his heated pannel against your bare mound and clit skipping across him, sending jolts of desire through your growing arousal.

You want to fuck him.

"Soundwave, please." You plead as you hump against him, whimpering as you feel his digits dig into your hips, holding you as you rock against him. "I want you to fill me."

You can feel him shiver hearing your words. There's a sound below you, and before you can look you feel something thick and long rising up against your belly.

You only guessed he was already big, but not this thick! You can't help but gasp from the sight of him, so beautiful and throbbing, aching for attention.

Moving your hand you give his cable a few gentle pumps, looking into his long visor as it flashes brightly as he moans, and that's when you notice small dimmed orbs behind the visor. He has optics?

You did wonder if the visor could retract like his mouth guard, but this question does vanish quickly when you feel his digit entering your core and stretching your already wet depths.

You can't help but hump his servo gently, riding his digit as you pump his thick cable in your palm, letting out heated moans into the air with your arms wrapped around his neck.

Soundwave couldn't wait anymore and removes his digit from you, another pout visible, only to be replaced with a surprised gasp when you feel him suddenly position himself and have you sink down on his throbbing cable.

His thickness stretches you, a little painfully, since you've never had another quite this big before. He senses this and stops, using his servos to gently rub against your body as if he was trying to sooth you and give you time to adjust around him.

You reward him with a loving kiss, silently thanking him for giving her a moment before you push down all the way on him. His entire length is in you and you feel every pulse of his rigid cable along your depths.

Keeping a balance you place your hands over his shoulder plating and slowly rising up, gasping as you feel everything before sinking down again, keeping a slowly rhythm as your ride his cable.

Soundwave moves his servos across your ass, gently holding and guiding you against him, face buried against your breasts as he kisses and licks at them, enjoying the way you rub and arch against him.

Moving into a better angle your clit grinds into his heated plating as you rock you waist, swirling skillfully so you can feel every ridge and pulse right against your g-spot, clenching around him as you let out heated pants and lingering moans.

Hearing his moans increase only sent shivers through your quivering body, servo and digts holding into your skin as he leaves hickeys all over your breasts, his hips moving up into you in sync with your own movements.

This should be wrong, but nothing felt wrong. In fact it felt completely right as if it was meant to happen. Perhaps it was, and that's all you need to tell yourself to keep going, no doubt and embracing the growing pleasure that builds between you two.

You knew you won't last too much longer like this, but also knew you'll both have plenty of chances to explore and fuck one another. You doubt you'll be leaving Soundwave, because you don't want to.

"Soundwave, Soundwave...." You chant his name as you feel yourself tightening around his tick cable, a burning desire that's about to erupt in you.

"Y/N." He repeats your name, his heated plating growing hotter against you, vibrations coming from him that shakes through your body, bringing you closer to the edge. "Mine."

"Yours." You can only answer back, grinding and humping him harder before you allow yourself to fall apart and cum around him, still moving to help bring him closer.

This doesn't go on too much longer as he suddenly thrusts up into you firmly a couple of times before you feel his fluids soak your twitching depths. He stills but lingers within, holding you as you both savour the intense orgasm you both share.

You feel some of his fluids leak out as if your body wasn't able to hold onto it, mixed with your own juices as you keep yourself settled on him, tired whimpers escaping from you as you shift your hips a little, teasing him further. He likes it.

After a time he moves himself, removing from you and you feel so empty with him. He lays down and lays you with him, tugging the silk sheet up across your body and making sure you are comfortable.

He'll always take care of you.

Shifting closer I nuzzle your face into Soundwave's neck with your arms wrapping fondly around him, holding him. You never wanted to let go.

"You're safe." Soundwave whispers as his digits ghostly brush over your shoulder and arm.

"Thank you." You whisper back before falling into a deep sleep, feeling more safety and love like never before.

[thesightstoshowyou]

Permission

Part 6

Asa Emory x AFAB Reader x Jesse Cromeans (NSFW)

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

Summary: Chromeskull joins the party.

Warnings: Implied Stockholm syndrome, blood, heavy gore, minor character death, violence, threats, use of “she,” nonconsensual face fucking, a little daddy kink, Asa and Jesse flirting.

A/N: Hohoho lookie here! Finally, a part 6 to my multi chapter Asa fic! I thought it would be fun to add Jesse into the mix and tie my little universe all together

*You can find more poly Reader/SkullCollector fics on my Masterlist*

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The untouched mug on the counter grows cold as you stand frozen in the kitchen. You stare, wide-eyed, at the calendar hanging on the wall. It’s Friday again.

Asa has been gone for an entire week. Seven whole days. This is the longest he’s ever left you alone with no explanation.

Something must be wrong.

You’re certain if the Collector had been stopped, the story would be endlessly broadcasted on every station. There has been nothing on the news about his capture. So, the question remains:

Is he dead?

Had a trap gone awry, a victim escaped, gained the upper hand?

The thought should fill you with glee, elation, relief. You could be going home any day now. Yet, all you feel is cold dread, fear so heavy in your gut it’s made you too sick to even finish your coffee.

What do you do?

Slowly, your gaze shifts until you’re eyeing Asa’s dogs. They’re both staring at you intently, ears perked, like they know what you’re thinking. You’ve seen first hand what they can do to a person. You were warned, and the Collector doesn’t make empty threats. They’ll tear you to shreds the moment you reach for the door handle.

But you can’t stay here until the groceries run out.

You exit the kitchen, deliberately ignoring the front door as you move. Paws click on hardwood as the hounds follow, only pausing their measured pursuit when you ascend the stairs.

It takes some fiddling with the weighty lock on the medicine cabinet, but you eventually manage to work it open. Mismatched eyes scan the bottles until you find what you’re looking for: Diphenhydramine.

Pills rattle as the bottle rests in your trembling hand. In your mind, a battle rages. Asa will kill you if you accidentally overdose his dogs. There’s no question about that. You’re fairly certain you know the dose to give them, confident even.

But, say you’re successful? He’ll most certainly kill you for leaving the house.

How will you get to the hotel? You know where it is, a fact you’ve kept hidden from the Collector. Once, in the days of your imprisonment, you’d found a tear in the peeling wallpaper, a hole in the rotting wall beyond. The terrain was familiar, a place you knew was close to the shooting range your uncle used to take you as a child.

Then, after you make it to the hotel? Asa will kill you for knowing where it’s located, for showing up unannounced. You’ll be too much of a liability.

All options lead to death. There is no outcome that will ensure your survival.

But you were dead the moment you fell into that trunk anyway.

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You spare one final look at the dogs sprawled out on the living room floor, furry chests rising and falling with slow, sedated breaths before you depart, front door clicking shut behind you. Silently, you cross the porch, descend the stairs, hurry into the moonless night.

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Sweating, panting, you deposit the e-bike you’d stolen behind a pile of scrap metal. Even with the help of the little electric motor, you’re exhausted. Sitting around Asa’s house all day isn’t doing your stamina any favors.

Quietly, you sneak around to the back of the dilapidated hotel. It stands silent, casting an ominous shadow. Any passerby would be oblivious to the house of horrors contained within. You’d never wanted to return as long as you lived.

Yet, here you are.

There’s a crack in one of the boards covering a set of windows. Carefully, you wedge your fingers into the break and pull, peeling away the plywood little by little. Every snap makes you jump and whip your head over your shoulder, but your noise alerts no one. You may very well be alone out here.

Once enough board has been peeled away, you reach in to lift the latch on the widow. It takes several long minutes of shoving and wiggling before the ancient frame gives and slides open. Hastily, you squeeze inside.

The smell hits you first; bleach, medical grade antiseptic, musty carpet, dust, all with an undercurrent of rancid decay. It’s like a punch in the gut, the scent bringing back the worst memories of your life. You clap a hand over your mouth and nose to silence your surprised cough.

From down the hall comes the rattling of chains, gurgling snarls. You hurry in the opposite direction.

Behind a stack of dusty, peeling books you find the hidden staircase. Hastily, you shove them to the side, heave open the creaky door, slip through. You are certain to close it tightly, lest any of those…people try to follow.

You’re careful on the stairs. Unsteady metal bars rattle under your hands as you ascend, one squeaky step at a time. You skip the top one—it is set to give way, something sharp undoubtably waiting below.

Now, you’ve reached the second level, the one with which you are most familiar. Still, you tread with extreme caution. Asa may have moved traps, changed things since you were last here. To come all this way just to be impaled would be less than ideal.

No sign of the Collector yet. You ponder where to search first. Raising your gaze, you make eye contact with the camera perched in the corner of the hallway. If he’s in the control room, he will know you’re here. The thought constricts your throat. Images of his cold, furious expression float to the forefront of your mind.

Stop it, stop thinking. Keep walking.

Carefully, you traverse the wide, main hallway leading to the display room. Ease over a trip wire, skirt around a loose floorboard. The huge wooden doors are ajar, just enough for you to slip past.

It’s quiet inside, eerily so. Icy blue light emanates from the display cases and makes the room feel colder than it actually is. Distantly, you hear mechanical whirring, but it’s further away, down the other hallway maybe—

Movement across the room, in your peripheral.

You startle, head snapping in the direction you saw something large and black slinking behind one of the glowing cases. For a one, hopeful moment, you think it’s Asa, but then….

A man emerges from behind a case, pale light glinting off the shiny, chrome skull mask he wears. He’s tall, incredibly so. He wears torn black nitrile gloves and a black button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tattoos littering his forearms. You notice one of the sleeves of his shirt is torn at the shoulder, dried blood visible on the skin underneath. He has more slashes on his neck, and he appears to be limping, though it’s difficult to tell with how he swaggers as he admires the macabre creations suspended within the displays.

Confidence. Recklessness. The man wears these characteristics as plain as the gleaming mask on his face

He pauses when he spots you trembling on the other side of the room and a moment of tense silence passes between the two of you. Slowly, curiously, his head tilts to the side and you can almost feel his eyes—hidden in the dark holes of the mask—tracing your figure.

A blinking red light catches your eye and you frown when you spot the camera mounted on his shoulder. Odd. What could that be for…?

From his pocket, the man in the mask produces a cell phone. Quickly, he types up a message and holds up the phone. You flinch when the phone screams at you, what sounds like various terrified women yelling his message:

‘Where did you come from, piggy?’

Unease twists your stomach in knots. You take one step backward. Slowly, the man withdraws his other hand from his pocket. Clutched in his palm is a massive, serrated blade. Your eyes grow wide as he nonchalantly swings it around a gloved finger.

You’ve seen enough.

Turning on your heel, you flee, hopping through the gap in the door and sprinting down the hall. Behind you, the door bangs open, smashing against the the wall, and you hear the click and whir of a trap. That should do it—

Spikes fly down from the ceiling, poised to skewer, but the man merely steps to the side, effortlessly dodging the trap. How did…?

Understanding hits, a missing puzzle piece snapping into place. This is why Asa has been gone for a week. This man. His injuries…these must have been inflicted by the Collector.

Is Asa hurt too?

Is he dead?

You don’t have time to linger and think. The man is already stalking toward you, knife at the ready, boots thunking on ancient hardwood.

You’re off in a blink, hurrying around the corner and down the next hall. You fly past rooms, duck under wires, hop over triggers. You turn left, then right.

Slowing, you listen. Silence greets you. Are you still being pursued?

Don’t wait around to find out.

Cautiously, you search around you for a set of stairs. You’re fairly certain there is a staircase around here….

A startled shriek rips from your throat when strong arms seize you around the waist, haul you off your feet, drag you into a nearby room. The door slams shut and you grunt when you’re smashed back against a crumbling wall. Glancing up, your eyes widen when find yourself face to face with an incredulous, unmasked Asa Emory.

His expression darkens and you feel him tense as he prepares to throttle you, but you’re the first to react.

“Asa!” you exclaim, leaping into his arms and wrapping your own around him. His familiar scent—musky cedar, cigarette smoke—fills your lungs and your racing heart calms, swells. Asa’s own arms hover next to you, half-outstretched as he stands frozen in place, like he’s unsure where to put them.

Coming back to himself, the Collector grips your shoulders tightly and pushes you back against the wall. “Why are you here?” he hisses, shaking you slightly for emphasis.

“I was…I thought…I thought you were dead!” you reply, tears welling up in your eyes. Asa’s brows raise, then furrow. He fixes you with a hard, calculating stare, like he’s looking for something.

You notice his eyes then. Dark purple circles sit underneath, darker than normal. He’s exhausted. Has he gotten any sleep all week? Next, a slash of red draws your gaze, your eyes falling to his chest. His sweater is torn, the skin beneath sliced open. His knuckles are bloody too, you notice, and there’s dried, flaking crimson caked on his left ear.

“You’re hurt,” you whisper, pressing your fingers to his chest. He shakes his head, like it doesn’t matter.

“You saw him,” he states. It’s not a question but you nod. “Is he close?”

“I don’t know. Who—

Asa doesn’t let you finish. He grips your wrist, throws open the door, peeks outside before dragging you out and around another turn, past a hidden doorway, down a flight of stairs. You pass that room—the one filled with bloody instruments, stainless steel gurneys, vials of evil smelling liquids, terrariums, and empty, torn trunks—and enter another.

He closes and locks this door as you survey the various monitors mounted on the walls, the costumes and weapons hanging on hooks. The control room. On a nearby table sits a huge, serrated knife, the twin to the one the masked man wields. The Collector must have gotten it away from him during a skirmish.

You turn to face Asa, timid, terrified he’s going to hurt you for showing up here, but you find his weary gaze elsewhere. He’s watching the screens, dark eyes scanning, searching for the intruder.

You both spot him at the same time, strolling along one of the second floor hallways. He peers inside rooms, swinging that heinous blade around a finger like he has all the time in the world. Is he still looking for you, or for the Collector?

Asa sighs and slumps into a chair. Finally, he glances in your direction. The annoyance in his eyes makes you bite your lip and flinch and, on reflex, you drop to your knees.

The Collector blinks wearily and exhales sharply through his nose. “Watch him.” he orders, pointing at the screen. Earnestly, you nod, jumping to your feet once more and gluing your eyes to the screen.

Rustling behind you tempts you to look, but fear of disobeying more orders keeps you still. Tearing of paper, clinking of something metallic—easy to ignore—but it’s the hiss of pain that makes you twist around.

Asa’s shirt is gone and he fumbles with the antiseptic, the strange angle of the laceration on his chest difficult to see on his own. You hesitate for a moment, but the shaking of his hands prompts you to act.

Watching the man in the chrome skull mask out of the corner of your eye, you take the antiseptic-soaked gauze from the Collector’s fingers and gently dab along his wound. You wager his pure exhaustion is the only thing keeping him from gutting you on the spot, but if the tense look on his face is anything to go by, you’re in for it later.

If there is a later.

Asa hands you the liquid bandage and, as you carefully apply it along injured flesh, the deep vibration of his chest heralds his voice.

“There have been a series of murders in the south. You’ve seen it on the news, I assume.” You nod, vaguely recalling the story: Videotapes sent to police showing the brutal murders of various women.

Wait. Videotapes? You glance at the monitors again.

The camera on his shoulder.

“Him?” you exclaim, looking back to Asa in shock.

The Collector nods. “He fits the description.” You don’t question how he knows this. Instead, you wonder why the man is here. Your question must show on your face because he murmurs, “I’m not entirely sure why he’s here, but I suspect it’s something to do with me.”

He can read your damn mind.

You reach for more gauze to take care of his split knuckles, but find the first aid kit empty. He’s used it all up.

You know where to find more though….

“No,” Asa snaps, shaking his head when you raise your gaze to his face. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you glance at the monitors. The man is all the way on the other end of the floor above. You could make it back with more gauze before he noticed….

Asa’s hand darts out, grips your jaw, squeezes hard as he forces you to meet his frigid gaze. “No.” It’s sharp, final, the look on his face sending a thrill of icy fear down your spine. He’s had more than enough of your disobedience.

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper, eyes lowering submissively. A strained beat passes, your jaw beginning to ache under Asa’s rough grip. Worse pain is finally coming, you’re sure of it—

Calloused digits ghost along your upper arm and you flinch in surprise, eyes flying back up to his face. Heat instantly curls in your belly, a conditioned response to the way his hungry gaze assesses your frightened expression. It only takes the pressure of his thumb tugging down your bottom lip for a whimper to sneak past your teeth.

The Collector seems to remember himself then. There’s a quick inhale as he sits back, eyes snapping to the monitors, hands releasing you, pushing you away. Your own hand flies to your chest to feel your heart hammering under your palm. Thickly, you swallow, steadying yourself. On screen, the intruder still stalks through the halls, nearer than he was last time you looked.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Asa’s eyes close. Your own flit between his face and the cameras, the masked man closer now. He’s directly above you both, near the secret staircase. Back to Asa, his arms are lax, his breathing steady…. Asleep. How exhausted he must be to allow himself to sleep while you’re here, awake.

Back to the monitor, the man now picks at something on the wall, head tilted to the side, inquisitive, searching. He’s going to find it, the little divot in the wall revealing the hidden entrance.

You look to the door lock—will it hold—then back to Asa’s sleeping figure—should you wake him—long fingers sneak under the hook, pull, loud creaking of wood, it’s open, he’s on the stairs—

“Asa,” you hiss, hands wringing in front of you. The Collector doesn’t respond, doesn’t move, too fatigued to be pulled from his slumber. Thump, thump, thump, you hear the measured steps as the intruder descends the hidden staircase.

Do something! Distraction. You need to make some kind of distraction, something to draw his attention away from the both of you.

There’s no thought in your head as you move to the door, tug it open, slip outside, close it again. Going right will take you down to the basement, to the pen of the Collector’s drugged once-humans. To your left, the room of empty trunks and medical supplies, the staircase just beyond.

Left it is.

You reach the medical room just as the man rounds the corner. Spotting you, he doesn’t hesitate this time and instead sprints directly toward you with a surprising burst of speed. Heart leaping into your throat, you dive through the doorway, slam the door shut, twist the heavy lock.

The man rams into the door and you yelp, stumbling back into an empty gurney, sending it clattering and crashing into a closed trunk. A desperate, muffled scream from within pulls another shriek from you, your hands flying up to your mouth.

There’s someone else in here!

WHAM, WHAM!

He kicks the door, metal thudding noisily under his boot. Next to you, the trunk wails and shudders.

Shit, now what? You had not intended to endanger another person, even if their fate has already been sealed. But, if you linger too long, the man will move on down the hall, finding the control room and a helpless, dozing Asa….

Your sweaty palm closes around a scalpel. Swearing internally at your poor excuse for a plan, you twist the lock then jump back, scurrying across the room as far away from the door as you can get.

Silence.

Then, the handle rattles as it’s twisted, hinges squealing as the door swings open. In saunters your pursuer, his frame filling up the entire doorway, fluorescents gleaming off the chrome skull mask.

You stare at one another, your hands trembling, his reaching in his pocket for his knife and his phone. Keys click and you wonder what shouted message awaits. You brace, muscles tense, ready to fight or flee.

‘Pretty piggy, aren’t you? Are you his little house pet—

Screaming startles you both. “HELP, OH GOD, PLEASE!” shrieks the contents of the wobbling trunk. The man glances from the trunk back to you, like he’s waiting for an explanation. Shouldn’t he know what they’re for by now?

You say nothing, shuddering breath the only sound leaving your lips. The man shrugs, stalks over to the trunk, kicks it over. It hits the floor with a clunk, a stifled groan sounding within. Locks click and the lid swings open.

With a cry, a young man claws his way out of the trunk, arms flailing, blood and sweat and dirt staining his clothes and splashed across his skin. You can only watch, trepidation turning to nausea in your gut as the man in the mask grabs him by the hair, twists him around so he’s facing you.

The man from the trunk is weak from dehydration and exhaustion, his fingers uselessly tugging at his captor’s arm. A pathetic wail leaves his chapped lips when the serrated blade passes before his wild eyes.

There’s no chance for him, you realize, terror gripping your chest when the point of the knife sets against the victim’s ear. The man in the mask looks directly at you then and you can almost see the smile through chrome.

Your gasped, “Wait!” is interrupted by a sickening crunch as steel is forced into the ear canal and the skull beyond. The young man’s shocked expression freezes, goes slack, twists as the blade saws through flesh and bone. The cracking, snapping, squelching of sinew, the splatter of gore onto concrete makes you gag, stumble back, slap a palm over your mouth.

He doesn’t bother to look away from you, seemingly more intrigued by your reaction than what’s happening to the seizing body in his clutches. You so desperately want to tear your gaze away, but you don’t dare, not when you’re next. Not with the way he’s eyeing your quivering form like a hungry predator.

Your heart skips a beat when he glances down to grab hold of the mangled jaw bone. It’s the only chance he’s going to give you.

Go.

You sprint toward the open door.

Thud, thud, CRASH.

He smashes into you so hard it sends you careening into the wall, your skull cracking against its hard surface. Your vision blurs, darkens. Your knees buckle. The scalpel clatters to the floor, forgotten.

You would have crumpled to the ground if not for the hand gripping you around the throat, holding you up, torn, black nitrile squeaking against the skin of your throat.

Asa?

You blink. Blink again. Blurred vision clears. No. No, not Asa.

You must squint your eyes when a bright phone screen is shoved in your face. Dizzy, you read the typed message before it’s shouted at you:

‘Gotcha.’

Your dazed reflection stares back at you as the man bends, chrome mask level with your face. He glances down to type and you’re frozen in place when you realize he’s holding the knife, blade bathed in crimson. Across the room, the young man lays motionless, empty trunk at his side.

‘Who is he? What’s with the trunks?’ shrieks the phone. He wants you to tell him about Asa. You glance into the dark eye holes of the mask and shake your head.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

‘C’mon, doll. You don’t want to ruin his pretty toy, do you? How long has he had this place?’ As you read the text, the bloody knife is pushed between your shivering legs, flat of the blade coming to a rest at the apex of your thighs. A squeak leaves you, your body tensing, blood rushing furiously in your ears. Again, recklessly, you shake your head.

A huff sounds from behind the mask. The man shrugs as if to say, ‘Suit yourself.’ Reaching up to his shoulder, he presses a button on his shoulder camera. Red light flashes. He’s recording. There’s pressure against your groin—oh god you’re really about to die this time—

Everything disappears all at once—the hand around your throat, solid chest against your arm, steel on your crotch—seconds before a knife whooshes past your face, so close the air disturbs your hair as it passes. Following its path, you see Asa poised in the doorway, hand extended. He stares daggers at you and the masked man who has backed away across the room.

A shivering breath leaves you and you scurry to the Collector’s side, heedless of the ire radiating off him in waves. You’re in so much trouble, you’re dead, he’s going to cut you into little tiny pieces and feed you to his bugs….

‘Loyal doggy you have there. Where do I get me one of those?’

The man nods toward you when his phone speaks for him. You glance up at Asa. His face is unreadable, cold expression firmly in place. The mask tilts back down as another message is typed. You hold your breath. The Collector waits. Above you, fluorescent lights buzz.

‘Nice set up you got here. How much you charging for rent?’

You frown. The man’s shoulders shake in silent laughter. He’s…making jokes?

Asa is silent, still. You wonder what he’s planning. More keyboard clicking heralds another message:

‘Tough crowd. Alright, this has been fun, but I need a steak and something to fuck before I lose my shit.’

Before you can even react, there’s a wheezing exhale to your left. You must do a double take, your jaw dropping when you discover the sound came from Asa. He’d…he laughed.

Your eyes dart from one man to the other. They exchange something, some look you can’t read, some feeling you can’t place. There’s a shift in the tension, like a wave receding. Asa’s chin lifts slightly as the other man’s head tips minutely to the left. Are they…communicating?

The cell is back out, quick taps, and then, ‘Unless you’ll let me borrow that one’s mouth.’ He points to you as the words are screamed from the speaker.

Incredulous, you can’t suppress the scoff. You wait for Asa’s quick retort—

“Go ahead.”

Your eyes bug out of your head, “W-What—

But, the man in the mask crosses the room before you can finish. He twists a hand in your hair, drags you away, shoves you to your knees. You cry out when they crack against concrete, then hiss and squirm as he works his pants open.

“Behave,” Asa commands and you freeze, staring pleadingly at him out of the corner of your eye. He stands as still as a statue. When he meets your gaze, your stomach plummets, horrible understanding settling there instead. He’s going to let this happen because this is your punishment. This is your punishment for leaving the house, for coming here, for leaving the control room.

You earned this.

The man grips your jaw, squeezes until your lips pop open. Instantly, warm, hard flesh pushes past your teeth, fills your mouth, forces its way into your throat until your gagging, choking on cock and musky scent.

He releases a slow exhale and peers down at you. The hand in your hair twists tighter, holds your nose firmly against his pelvis as your poor throat spasms to accompany his girth. Tears well up, spill over, streak down your cheeks. The thumb of his free hand comes up to smear them across your face before he retrieves his phone once again.

‘That’s good. Cry for Daddy.’

You barely have time to suck in a breath when he pulls back before he’s shoving you down his length again. Thrust after vicious thrust assaults your throat, strangled, wet whines doing their best to escape. Drool spills down your chin, wets your chest, drips onto your pants.

‘Chirps, doesn’t she?’ shrieks the phone.

“Like a cricket,” Asa comments.

Through tears, you stare up at the black eyeholes of the mask. You don’t have to see his eyes to know they’re intently focused on your wrecked expression. He doesn’t make a sound, but you can tell by the way his thighs shake under your palms he’s affected. Close too, you hope.

With one final buck of his hips, your nose is pulled flush against him once more, copious warmth spilling down your battered throat. Only a long sigh escapes him, the muscles of his thighs relaxing with his release. Finally, your hair slips free of his fingers so you can scoot away.

Gasping, coughing, dripping, you move to slump backward, but your back hits something solid. Black boots, black pants…. Tipping your head back, you find Asa looming over you.

He seizes you under the arms, hauls you to your feet, grips your jaw so you look straight into the chrome mask.

“What do you say?” the Collector demands. You fight the grimace that threatens to sour your features, something that would surely mean more discomfort. Instead, you speak through shuddering inhales:

“T-Thank…thank y-you…Daddy.”

The man in the mask saunters forward until he’s standing inches from you and Asa. For a moment, you panic, realizing you’ll be skewered first should this strange truce be broken.

Instead, the man snaps off his bloody gloves and tosses them over a shoulder. He reaches out, hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans, runs his knuckles along the skin of your belly.

He’s not looking at you, though. Even with the mask on, you can tell he’s staring straight at Asa. The Collector stares back, his own hands releasing your jaw, sliding down your body to grip the fingers teasing your skin. Asa guides the other’s hands to the button of your pants.

Permission.

The man pauses. Finally, he looks at you. Phone in hand, he types one more message.

“Well, sweetheart. I’m Jesse.” You’re stunned to silence, baffled beyond words. Asa helps.

“Manners.”

“…Nice to meet you…Jesse.”

[ohbo-ohno]

hello ma’am, I’m a big fan of your works!! Earlier I was re reading your primal play companion fic to dnlmiyh. And like at the end it seemed like the reader was kinda in a disassociation or a catonic state there at the end. If you think she was how do you think the guys would help pull her out of that? Would the Stockholm Syndrome start to develop more afterwards? And do you think ghost and soap rule out primal play afterwards due to the readers state after the last time? Sorry for the bunches of questions 😂 I am a little zooted rn and in a deep state of thought

hi hi!! very nice to meet you! so so glad you enjoyed dlmliyh and the little primal play add-on 💞 that's one of the only times i've written that kink so it's always nice to hear that it works for some people

(1) im not suuuper educated on how to help someone out of a fully disassociated state, so i honestly can't really answer this :( i do imagine that ghost has some knowledge on trauma and recovering from trauma (a mix of forced therapy from his military days and his own research to take care of you and johnny), so he'd know what to do to pull her out

(2) i think that little drabble is a turning point for the reader, because she's starting to really, truly realize that there's no chance of ever escaping. idk if stockholm syndrome would fully set in, but she would probably start to really come to terms with the fact that she's stuck with these two men, no matter how she feels about that

(3) no wayyyy they rule it out lmao, they'd probably just decide to use it for punishments only. johnny loooves it (and he especially loves the way you go all soft and docile and malleable afterwards), but ghost knows that it's a tool that has to be used very sparingly. the whole "chase in the forest" thing only really comes into play when you get a few too many about escaping haha

[peachymilkandcream]

Hi I’m the person who ask for Evelyn is pregnant and Levi finds out. Could you add smut to it. Thanks

Levi x Evelyn -> Why Didn't You Tell Me?

(A/N: I see you request and I raise you one better, Evelyn's pregnant and refuses to tell Levi and then he's angry when he finds out. Just not, not going to be the same amount of rough smut as Levi's capable of because whenever she's pregnant he does chll tf out. Again I see the requests in the inbox I promise I'll get to them as soon as I can)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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How could it have come to this? No matter how much she fought and tried to keep him away she had to wind up pregnant. There was no way she could just tell Levi, who knows what he would do to her? What if he confined her to bed for the next nine months? She would have no way to escape him, and with a child there would be no way to escape. He'd keep her here forever, she would never be free.

Shivers ran down Evelyn's spine, making her push the letter with the results from her test to the very bottom. It would be safe there, Levi never would dig through the trash for anything, he was too clean for that. It didn't fix the problem, but at least it would buy her some time, all she needed was time. Just a little bit of time.

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Evelyn watched him from the bed, the bathroom door open, he was shaving, his hair slicked back from his shower and nothing more than boxer briefs on. He met her eyes in the mirror, smirking slightly as if she liked what she saw.

She smiled back, it still was odd to her, this man was legally her husband, bound to be with for the rest of her life. So much had happened, he was her best friend, her childhood saviour, now he was her husband and father of her child. Where would she have been by now she wondered, seeing someone else? Maybe with another medal or two under her belt? More than just a wife and soon to be mother of a child. Her feelings were mixed, much to her surprise, maybe it was hormones or something, but she felt an odd connection to her unborn child already, as well as the father. She cradles her stomach and looks up at him again.

She didn't even realize she was staring until he put the towel down and walked over, leaning over her with an arrogant grin.

"Enjoying the view Mrs. Ackerman?" His fingers tilted her chin enough so she had to meet his eyes.

When she doesn't respond he takes the opportunity to feel her body, squeezing too hard, panic rose in her over whether or not he'd unknowingly hurt the baby. Although that thought made her pause, why should she care about the child? It was a burden...wasn't it? But something in her made her push him back.

"I don't feel all that good Levi-"

"Why, what's the problem?" His eyebrows furrowed, skeptical.

"Just a little nauseous."

Levi rolls his eyes and pushes away from her. "I'll get you something to take." He quickly steps to the bathroom, looking through the cupboard.

She lays back again, fighting with her feelings over all of this.

"You're very quiet tonight, what is it?"

"Nothing, just thinking about...what book I want to read next-"

"Mm. You just seem out of it." He grabs the bottle and shakes out a pill, annoyingly dropping into the trash, normally he'd leave it but the last thing he wanted was her to have access to any drugs, just in case.

He bends and sifts through the rubbish, trying not to grimace. As he searches through he sees a letter from their doctor, one he hadn't read. As he reads, his anger burns red hot, how could she not tell him, this was everything he wanted, and she was keeping it from him? For how long! He wouldn't take her keeping things of this magnitude from him. He marched back into the bedroom with the letter in hand.

"You really enjoy punishments don't you?"

She freezes and goes pale as she sees the letter. "Levi I- I was going to tell you-"

"When."

"I...I'm not sure..."

"Wrong answer. It should be as soon as you found out. You don't get to keep this from me." As he advances, Evelyn tries to retreat on the bed, but she never makes it far, Levi pins her down. "Luckily for you, I can't be as hard on you this time. Thank your lucky stars."

A harsh hand rips the nightgown off her body, taking a second to tenderly caress her stomach before sticking a finger inside her. Levi pumps it a few times, not sure if too much pain will cause an issue. Once she's wet enough he pushes in gently, how badly he wanted to fuck her senseless, pound her with no remorse. But he held himself back, he had worked this hard at getting pregnant, he couldn't ruin it now. Levi couldn't wait to see Erwin's shitty face when he told him the news, he could keep her now, she was his permanently.

He twitched inside her as he thrusted, thoughts of twins playing through his mind. He knew it didn't work that way, but one could dream couldn't he? Nothing turned him on more than knowing against her cervix he was pressing into was his future child, his mini-him. He had bred her like the bitch in heat she was, he felt like more of a man, his ego boosted to new heights.

"I love you." He felt like he didn't say it enough, but he really did. He loved her, and he loved her more for this.

Climaxing was easy, cum shooting into her womb before he gently eased out of her. He was so happy, happier than he had ever been in his life. His arms wrapped around her lovingly as he held her close, he was truly on top of the world.

[lleldey]

Knowing that TBV!Jungkooks mindset is still in his 20s while Mcs is nearing her 30th their priorities have probably changed a little bit. Say it’s been a little while and Jungkooks been recovering great but still playing catch up with his recovery and Mc has fallen in love with him again (stockholm syndrome? not what what to call it since he’s showed his power now) and since she’s getting older, she’s ready to be a mother. I read how they didn’t really try for children prior to the accident due to them being so young and just in love. Would Jungkook make Mc hold off on being a mother because he’s trying to live almost a decade of his life or will he be willing to have a child with her if it’s her number one wish? Knowing a having a baby is a massive step in a relationship and a lifelong commitment. If he didn’t want a baby yet when he was in his 20s would he be willing to provide her with a baby while his mind is in his 20s?

Hi!!

If I’m being honest, I don’t see TBV couple having a child in the near future; both of them are very lost of where they stand in life, and it’s not only JK who missed out on big portion of his twenties.

MC was tied to his bed in hospital as well, like, going in every day for yearssss. She didn’t get to enjoy her youth, even when she re-married, it wasn’t the carefree lifestyle one would enjoy at that age.

In one of the previous asks I explained how MC loved the lifestyle she and JK lived, whereas with Tae it was the opposite, a small village, farm - nothing new, basically every day on repeat.

Also have to remember she was married to Tae, and he’s very family oriented - if MC wanted to have children she would’ve had them with Tae. But honestly, I don’t think she’s ready for that

So, if JK has gotten back on his feet and they’re both able to experience what they both once lost - I’d say they enjoy it to the fullest 🤷🏼‍♀️

But if we were to look at the what-if scenario, I’d say it wouldn’t be MC that wants children, but the other way around;

JK is def looking around at what his friends are doing; I’d say that most of his friends already have children, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he thinks that’s the next step him and MC should take

And in that case scenario, MC would be the one against it. Their relationship is iffy as it is, add a child in the mix - that’s a disaster waiting to happen

If they are sensible, they’ll use this time to remember why they fell in love with each other, all the reasons they decided to marry so young, the little things that made them adore one another

Realistically if they had a child, little one would have the time of their life; I can imagine TBV JK teaching them surfing, running around the beach and travelling the world, because he would be a young dad with all the energy

But I don’t think MC’s and JK’s relationship would survive that. They’d have a lot more arguments, sleepless nights resulting in a easily agitated mood, child would also make them more home-bound.

Like, countless arguments that would result in MC loosing all love for JK. And he in return would become controlling, very much so ‘you do as I say’ husband

So, yeah, can’t imagine them having children in at least the next five years 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for the ask! Not sure this is the response you wanted but, yeah 🤓

[ohmylcve]

soaking wet, in complete discomfort on her clothing that clearly wouldn't scream pool, neither water in general, it was at least fun that coraline wouldn't even waste a single thought on how uncomfortable that situation might be. psychology often assumes that one's suffering is clearly related to the state of mind of such a person, and cora was being the living proof of it: the more she would spend her time in this uncomfortable environment, the less she would even think about it, because all thoughts revolved around the person in front of her. alex had his own way not only into her body, but into her mind, as if she was merely a puppet, played by him with every string being pulled with a precision that only one who studied such an art could do. mastering her like a master of a puppet - singular, she hoped.

the fine line between playing the game and allowing her in was now shaking, as she was beginning to notice the truth coming out of his mouth. pure. raw. solid. as if the feelings he had on her, on how much she liked her figure, how much she attracted him, were slowly coming to the surface in disguised words. lucky enough for coraline, she was now in plain conscience of what was unraveling between the two of them. little did he know - ? - that what often drove coraline's actions were the excitement, the rush and amount of feelings, altogether, blurring her mind and making her act. when steele threw her in the water, suddenly with all calming down, not only did the blonde took control over herself, but also over the situation. the insecurity driven by the anxiety of not being wanted was no longer there - after all, in a room full of people, they were the only ones by the pool, so he had found a way for the two of them to be together; only the two of them -, it gave enough space so she could understand and even trust her gut on everything she's always learnt from alex. with a victorious smile as a response, coraline felt her heart relaxing; the thrill of believing in the possibility that she might not have him again slowly mixing up with the fluidness of the water surrounding both of them, easening the mood. "never thought you'd actually like tantrum of mine." she stood silent for quite a while. being reprehended throughout her entire life, saying she was too emotional or too hot-headed would always make her end up believing she was too different from other people... which was something that actually hurted her - and precisely the reason why she would try so hard with her appearance. "i guess being broken up changes some things, hm?" she playfully adds.

with the idea of him not loving her, coraline thanked alex mentally for throwing her in the water, otherwise her knees would've shaken and she would clearly be left destabilized. with no gravity holding her down, she had more opportunity to hide the fear, though the mere thought of not having his love was terrifying enough not to leave a mark on her expressions. was he being true when he told her she was fun to be played with? she was beginning to second-think, wondering if she was being too emotional as she used to...

and then, the silence. the swimming closer. the cage. not able to be left in the deafening silence, coraline had to do something. pressuring him on saying something. anything. "hm?" scavenging through his face for a sign, for an answer to the question she so lightly asked, but heavily felt. coraline let herself be locked in to this movement of his, offering no resistance. after all, what alex was doing was nothing more than making it palpable, something that was deep rooted in the crooked relationship they've been building: it was a game of chase, a game of power, in which he had her trapped, no matter how hard she tried to escape. feeling like she could no longer escape, it was almost like a stockholm syndrome, in which she would so devotely fall for the one who was locking her in.

then finally, the words leaving his mouth in a shocking honesty: there was no sarcasm, no smirks... until a certain point. it was almost as if he had forgotten to wear the mask he so carefully took care of. quickly grabbing it from the ground, he returned to be the alex steele that most people knew. but not cora. almost as if she stopped him from putting the mask on, the blonde offers him a loving smile, one that most mothers would, when taking care of a child who unintentionally broke a thing that they shouldn't. "i can't blame you for wanting to be wanted." as if she wasn't locked in his cage, she took a step closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck, as her hand slowly begun to caress it. "i think you don't need the chase to be certain that i would do anything to get you back." she admitted, a possessive tone taking over. "deep down, we both know how you're mine, steele. i might be yours as well, can't run away from that. but i've already come to terms with that." giving a quick pause, she borrowed his smirk to go on. "but have you?"

with water dripping from his hair and sliding down his face, he watched coraline with a faint smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. he should’ve felt victorious. she was calmer now, drawn closer to him, her initial fury smoothed into something softer. that was always how it went. he’d push her buttons, unravel her, and then, somehow, they’d end up back here—circling one another, the tension simmering but never fully boiling over. but even as he wore his usual mask of indifference, something twisted in his chest. the way she looked at him, like he was both her salvation and her downfall, was almost too much to bear. he hated the power he had over her—hated and reveled in it all at once. it was intoxicating, knowing he could pull her into his orbit with a single smirk, a single move. and yet, every time he saw the cracks he left in her armor, it reminded him of his own brokenness, his inability to give her what she needed. still, he couldn’t stop himself. coraline was a fire he couldn’t extinguish, no matter how many times he told himself he should. even now, as she moved closer, her irritation melting into something more vulnerable, he felt the pull all over again—the same pull that had always kept them tethered, no matter how destructive they were for each other. her words broke through his thoughts, her voice laced with challenge and that unshakable fire that made her who she was.

alex chuckled, low and quiet, his smirk widening as he tilted his head to look at her. "touché," he said, shrugging as if her accusation didn’t matter. "i guess i can’t lie about that. but you know, there’s a difference between wanting you all polished and perfect and needing to remind you that you’re just as stunning when you’re not trying so hard." her next words hit closer to home, though he didn’t let it show. she wasn’t wrong—of course she wasn't! she never was when it came to reading him, and that was what made her so dangerous. coraline saw through his defenses, the ones he used on everyone else, peeling back the layers until there was nowhere left for him to hide. "you’re not wrong," he admitted, his voice quieter now, though the sarcasm was still there, faint but present. "i probably did want you to make a scene. let’s be honest—your tantrums are the highlight of any room. makes things a little more exciting." her words made his smirk falter for a split second, just long enough for her to see it. love. that wasn’t a word he liked to touch, not with her, not with anyone. but her playful tone pulled him back, and he let out a soft laugh, the tension in his chest easing, if only slightly. "don’t flatter yourself," he said, his tone light but carrying just enough edge to keep her guessing. "you might be fun to play with, but love’s a strong word, cora. let’s not get ahead of ourselves." but her next words stopped him cold, cutting through his defenses in a way she so often managed to do. 'when are you finally wrapping your mind around the fact that you won’t ever find me in any of them?' for a moment, alex didn’t respond. he let her words hang in the air between them, heavy and unrelenting. she wasn’t wrong—again. he hated how well she knew him, hated that she saw through the games he played, the distractions he sought in other people. she knew what he was looking for, even when he refused to admit it to himself.

he swam closer, his movements deliberate, until there was barely any space left between them. his hand found the edge of the pool beside her, caging her in, though his touch wasn’t aggressive. his other hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her chin, tilting her face up so their eyes met. "maybe i’m not looking for you in them," he said finally, his voice low, almost a whisper. "maybe i’m just trying to forget you’re the only one i want." the honesty in his words surprised even him, and for a moment, the usual cocky glint in his eyes was replaced with something raw, something real. but then, just as quickly, the smirk returned to his lips like armor. "or maybe i just like the chase," he added, his voice light again, as if to undo the weight of what he’d just said. but the truth was already there, unspoken but understood. it always was, between them.

[thatonebrazilian]

Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 11

… Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12 (coming soon)

A/N: Sup everyone! First chap after my impromptu break from social media. I tried giving this a lil more attention since it's been a while since I wrote anything, and let me tell you, I liked the results. This chap has... a lot. From best friend!Tony to dark!Nat to dark!Reader to sweet comforting moments.

Hope you guys like it. Also, if I forgot to tag anyone just lmk.

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned. 

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 8000 +/-

The doors to the compound opened just as you were approaching, and out of them came an extremely mad Natasha. There was a mix of rage and fear in her eyes, you felt your chest tighten at the sight of tears in her eyes.

But she was alive, she was safe, and upon finally seeing she was fine, you allowed yourself to collapse.

After leaving Dreykov and the Red Room behind you started to feel your magic dim, it was as if you had gotten that momentary burst of magic from the overwhelming rage you had felt then, but after that, when you finally had your emotions under control, you got drained. Physically, mentally, and magically.

Your knees buckled just as Natasha reached you.

“Y/N!” she yelled when you fell, wrapping her arms around you “Detka, please, stay with me! We’re gonna get you to the med bay, I just need you to stay awake!”

You felt groggy, it was as if all the adrenaline had finally left your body after you got to see that she was really fine, that you had truly managed to save her.  But now all you could feel was tiredness.

“You’re safe” you muttered to her, barely managing to get the words out “Yelena too…”

You were too out of yourself to see how desperate she looked at that moment “Yeah, but you’re not!” she cried out, picking you up in her arms and carrying you to the med bay.

You didn’t answer, you were too tired to keep talking to her. Your eyelids fluttered closed and your body practically shut down in your fiancée’s arms. Natasha’s eyes widened and there were tears cascading down her face.

“Someone! We need help!” She yelled!

“What is all this-” it was Tony, he stopped in his tracks and then ran to the two of you “Y/N?!”

And that was all you remembered before your mind followed your body suit, swallowing you into the darkness.

You woke up in the med bay, there was a beautiful mess of red hair atop your stomach; you couldn’t see her face, but it felt… wrong. Her smell was different, the weight atop of you wasn’t right… Just then you realized the hair wasn’t from the woman you were expecting.

“Wanda?” you asked in a weak voice, thoroughly confused.

Her head shot up and she looked at you with wide green eyes. It was not the shade of green you wanted to see.

“Moya solnishko,” she said, a relieved smile gracing her features as she got close to caress your face.

Your brows furrowed and you managed to turn your face away; even though you were feeling better, your mind was still a bit foggy. What happened? Where were you? Where was-

“Natasha, where’s Natasha?” you asked as if suddenly remembering how you longed to see her, how you longed to see with your own eyes that she was ok, that you did manage to save her.

Wanda made a face, the corner of her mouth turning slightly down, a frown marring her features, not that you really noticed, you were consumed by your memories, your thoughts, your need for your woman. You needed Natasha there, you needed to see her, to touch her, to make sure she was ok.

“Y/N!” as if summoned by your thoughts, Natasha appeared, almost breaking down the doors in her haste to get to you. You could feel her presence with your magic, and just like that there was clarity dissipating the fog in your mind.

“Tasha!” you said, inclining your body forward in an attempt to get up and go to her, but the weight of Wanda’s hand on your chest, pushing you back, made it impossible.

“You shouldn’t get up, solnishko” she said with a somewhat sad smile, filled with worry and pity “you’re too weak.”

You gritted your teeth, you were not weak. And you knew she didn’t mean it in a way to demean your power, but with each passing day, there was something in you that made you feel a strong aversion towards Wanda.

No, it was not because she cheated on you, it was not because she messed with your self-esteem, and neither it was because she broke your trust. It was something on a deeper level, it was as if your own magic, your own inner-self, felt uncomfortable by her mere presence.

“Get away from her, Wanda,” Natasha said, almost as if she was reading your mind. She got closer enough to push the witch’s hand away from your chest and proceeded to help you sit on the medical bed you currently found yourself on.

As soon as you managed to sit up, your arms went around her, not caring if Wanda was witnessing it, not caring if anyone was there to call you out on your feelings for your beautiful redhead. “You’re safe,” you whispered against her ear “you’re really safe.”

Nat hugged you back, and you could feel by her trembling limbs that she was holding back in order not to squeeze you too tight. She didn’t want to hurt you. “Of course I’m safe! I’m not the one who risked her life!” she snapped at you in a mix of worry and anger, but then you felt her tuck her head in the crook of your neck, closing her eyes and biting her lip in order to hold all the overwhelming emotions at bay, yet you could still hear the unsteadiness of her voice when she said “I was so worried about you. Why did you do it? Why did you leave them like that to fight on your own?”

You felt a hand on your arm, then, and Wanda pulled you away from Nat’s embrace into her own. She tried using her magic to soothe you, to make you feel comfortable in her arms, and, before everything happened, it used to work, her magic used to mold with yours as if cocooning you in a safety blank, but now your magic protested against it, almost as if it wanted, by its own volition, to be in Natasha’s arms.

“Y/N/N, when I saw that doppelganger disappear, when I realized you had flown away to fight alone…” Wanda said closing her watery eyes, her voice trembling “I was so afraid. Afraid of what might’ve happened to you. I was so afraid I was going to lose you.”

“Wanda, I’m sorry…” you said, and it felt as if she melted against you. You wanted to push her away. “But you lost me the day you decided to sleep with that android and betray my trust.”

Natasha didn’t try to pull you away from Wanda like you half expected her to do, instead, she pulled Wanda away from you, her face hardened with a look you knew all too well. If Wanda didn’t have any powers, you’d be afraid for her life. Hell, maybe you should be afraid for her life even with her powers, because your Natalia was a force of nature, and not even Wanda could stop her if she set her mind to something… But you found you didn’t care.

“Get the hell away from her!” Natasha said, pulling away from Wanda right away to look at you better “Are you ok? How are you feeling? Dr. Cho said you didn’t have any wounds, but you were out for a couple days and she didn’t know why and I was so fucking worried that…” she stopped then, realizing she was rambling. Instead, she took a deep breath and started inspecting you herself to see if she could find anything. “Did they do anything to you?”

And at that, it was as if you finally woke up, your mind filling the blanks of what happened before you got here. The image of the widows’ mangled bodies was the first thing to show up in your memories, then the smell of the blood, the sound of the screams, and bones shattering.

And then Yelena.

You started to cry then; Natasha’s eyes widened when she saw it, Wanda’s too, they didn’t know what to do. You were not someone who cried only once in a lifetime like Nat, but you also didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve like Wanda, you just never cried over trivial matters, so they knew whatever made you cry must’ve been serious.

Your sobs echoed through the med bay, your hands covering your face as tears streamed down your cheeks. And the worst part? It’s that you weren’t crying because of all the people you killed, you were crying because you knew this would hurt Natasha.

You wanted to say you felt any sort of guilt or remorse for what you’ve done, but your wish to have been able to spare Yelena’s life was just that, wishful thinking, because you knew, deep down, that if you had to go back to that moment, you’d do it all over again. You’d do anything to protect Natasha and your daughter. Anything.

“I’m sorry,” you told Nat between sobs, grabbing her hand and squeezing as if you could comfort her before you even told her what happened. You didn’t want to hurt her, that was never your intention “I’m so sorry!”

And then you felt it, a probing in your mental walls, a drill trying to break into your thoughts; you realized Wanda was trying to read your mind. Rage filled you to the brim, you wouldn’t allow her to see anything, there were too many things in there that could compromise Natasha, little Yelena, and yourself. You wouldn’t let her in. You didn’t. Before you even realized what you were doing you had used your powers to throw her out with such a force that her physical body flew to the wall, hitting it hard before falling to the floor.

Natasha’s eyes went wide, a burst of adrenaline made you feel good as new, so you stood from your bed and took a couple of menacing steps towards Wanda, a dark-blue glow in your eyes.

“Never try to invade my mind like that again,” you warned the witch, whose eyes were even wider than Natasha’s.

“I- I was just trying t-to see what happened-” Wanda stuttered, breathing hard. She wasn’t really hurt, you saw the red magic cushioning her when she was about to make contact with the now shattered wall.

“No,” you said darkly, although your eyes were being enveloped once again by a lighter shade of blue “you lost the right to my thoughts when you cheated on me with fucking Vision!”

“Can you please get over that?!” she asked, tearing up. With shaky legs she got to her feet, her face was a mix of anger, desperation, and yearning “I’m trying to make it up to you!”

“Get over that?! Wanda, I loved you! I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you! And you just decided that I wasn’t enough-”

“I never said you weren’t enough! You are! You are perfect and I love everything about you! If I didn’t I would have left you for him!”

“But you left!” you yelled, tearing up as well “In a sense, you left. You let him take a hold of your heart when you had given it to me first.” You shook your head “You say you love me more, but that makes it even worse, cause it just means you traded our love, you traded me, for something you didn’t even want that much.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt the shouting match, ladies” Tony came in at the perfect time because you knew if he didn’t interrupt Natasha would have, and you didn’t want to see what would’ve happened then “but I need to take some blood samples to make sure everything is ok and Y/N here needs to rest.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, but then Tony sighed and walked towards you. You sighed too, sitting back on the bed.

“Ok, I’ll leave her to rest,” Natasha said then with a frown on her face, making you furrow your brows, you imagined she would fight harder to stay by your side, but then you noticed the way she was unconsciously leaning towards you as if she were making a physical effort to pull away “I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”

The way she looked deep into your eyes made you smile, for you realized that she was talking about Lena. You knew Natasha wouldn’t leave your daughter alone, but whoever was taking care of her (Loki, you were sure) probably didn’t have much time to spare. You felt your heart soar with love for this woman.

“Tony,” Wanda started to protest, but Nat interrupted her.

“Y/N needs to rest, can you respect at least that?”

“Ok, you two, no need to start a catfight,” Tony said, glaring at both of them, Wanda especially.

Natasha rolled her eyes and turned to leave, shooting you a concerned look before she was out the door. Wanda, on the other hand, lingered for a second, looking between you and the exit as if she was debating if she really should go.

Tony shooed her out despite her renewed protests. He turned to you, then, and crossed his arms, there was a deep frown on his face, and his jaw was set. He was pissed. “I’ve half a mind to tell Wanda to come back and get into this head of yours.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he simply raised a hand to shush you.

“No! What were you thinking?! You saw the damn inhibitors, Y/N, and yet you decided to fly right at the people wilding them?! Do you have a death wish I didn’t know about?”

“Tony, you don’t get it, th-”

“Of course I don’t get it! My best friend simply decided it was an ok idea to fight people who could very easily kill her! Is this because of Wanda? Because if so I swear to god, Y/N-”

“It’s not about Wanda, Tony!”

“Then why did you do it?!”

“Because of Natasha!” you yelled then, not caring if anyone outside could hear you, your heart was racing, you didn’t want your friend thinking you were suicidal because of a woman you didn’t even love anymore, you wanted to be able to tell him everything “It was the Red Room, Tony, I couldn’t let them go, not after everything they did.”

“So you were willing to risk your life, for what? Revenge on her name?” he asked then, still clearly pissed. He took a couple of steps in your direction, his face falling a bit “Natasha doesn’t want any more red on her ledger, besides, wasn’t everything they did to her enough? Why were you willing to add your own death to that count? What do you think it would do to her if you had died and she found out she was the reason?”

His words hit you like a bucket of cold water. Tears sprung from your eyes once more, you felt your chest tighten. You hadn’t thought about that, you hadn’t thought about what it would do to her if something had happened to you. You didn’t think anything would happen to you, thus you didn’t think of any possible consequences.

“They were after her again… I couldn’t…” you said staring at an empty space with glazed eyes, shaking your head as if you couldn’t believe your own recklessness “I just needed to protect her. Whatever it took.”

There was silence, deafening silence. Tony looked at you, his eyes boring deep into yours as if he could see all your truths, as if he could stare at your very soul.

“You love her, don’t you?” he asked, and you were ready to open your mouth to say, yes, of course you love her, she’s your best friend, how could you not love her? But then he smiled a warm smile, walked to you, and grabbed your hand “Not as a friend. You’re in love with her.”

You chuckled through your tears. Of course he’d figure it out. There was no use in hiding this from him, you knew he’d find out sooner or later, Tony was one of your best friends, he knew you too well. And yes, there was a part of you that worried about how much he’d be able to find out, but the bigger part of you was happy, happy because you didn’t want to hide it from him anymore; as maddeningly annoying as he was, Tony Stark was one of the most important people in your life, and you wanted to let him in, you wanted to be able to gush about how incredible Natasha was, you wanted to gossip with her about all the things she does to you, you wanted to tell him how hard she made you fall.

You wanted him to meet your daughter.

You sighed, a small smile showing through your tears “There’s much I gotta tell you, Tin-man.”

Honestly, for a sorceress that could sorta control time itself, the realization that you had completely lost track of it felt a bit infuriating. You spent hours talking to Tony while he examined the charts the doctors had given him and drew some blood for a couple more tests, telling him almost everything that had happened since Wanda cheated on you.

At one point you realized that even if you wanted to hide it from him, it’d be extremely difficult because your medical exams gave away that you had given birth a few weeks prior. And yes, in an ideal setting you could’ve just altered the exams and made him forget the original results, but truth be told… you couldn’t, like, you weren’t fucking capable of it. Your magic has always been instinctive, more emotional than rational, and you had never actually taken time to study instead of just training before your pregnancy, so yes, you were crazy powerful and you could do some scary-ass shit, but you still didn’t know some basic stuff like altering the results of a blood test.

And you couldn’t just make Tony forget, because the memory of the exams was linked to the memory of your disappearance, and if you made him forget one without erasing the other he’d end up remembering, but if you did erase everything he’d realize something was wrong when someone inevitably mentioned the mission. You could always erase the memories of your other team members, but there was Wanda… You weren’t sure how much you could mess with her mind.

So you ended up telling him everything… Well, almost everything. Of course, you left out the part where Natasha kidnapped and raped you because although you knew she was only doing what was best for you, he wouldn’t. Tony wouldn’t understand that, he’d feel indignant, betrayed, just like you mistakenly felt right when she took you for the first time. So you followed in the footsteps of the best, most beautiful liar you’ve ever met (not that she ever managed to lie to you), sticking as close to the truth as possible.

You told him you left of your own volition, you told him that Nat had been there with you from day one, that she spent all that time consoling you, opening your eyes and making you realize you were worth so much more than what Wanda was giving you.

You told him about your feelings, about how you didn’t want to admit how good it felt to be with her because you had just gotten off of a relationship, you didn’t feel ready for a new commitment, but Natasha never stopped showing you her love day after day, and in the end, you just couldn’t resist her anymore.

You told him about how much stronger your magic was getting since she lifted your spirits, and then you told him about the result of your love, you told him about Yelena, your daughter. During the whole of the story, Tony was just there, listening, chilling, as if nothing you were saying surprised him, but when you mentioned Lena his eyes widened and he let the charts fall to the floor, clattering loudly.

 “Ok,” he said then, dropping down in the chair nearby, exhaling as if he couldn’t breathe right. “That’s… a lot. Let me process it right.” He rubbed his face with his hand, there was a reddish tone to his skin, as if he was flustered “I – I’ll be honest, you ending up with Nat is not a surprise at all, it’s actually surprising it took so long… but… a child, Y/N?”

“It just happened, Tony, I never planned-”

“It’s still a fucking big responsibility!” he threw his hands up “And how do you even know it’s going to work out? A couple of months ago, blind to your own feelings as you fucking were, you were ready to ask Wanda to marry you!”

“I love Natasha, Tony,” you said with a seriousness that was unlike you, he opened his mouth to reply but you just raised your hand “you don’t get it. I love her, more than I ever loved anyone, more than life itself.” You sighed “T-man, it still amazes me how beautiful she is, inside and out. Sometimes we’re having breakfast, her hair is all over the place, there are bags under her eyes and peanut butter on her cheek, and yet I can’t look away because she still manages to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

Tony sighs again, shaking his head. You don’t let that stop you.

“And I’ve always loved her, you know that, I just never realized it was romantic because in all honesty I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d be able to land someone like Natasha. She’s so out of my league that I’ve never even considered the possibility of her feeling something for me too, so I labeled my love as admiration.”

At that he nodded, Tony has been one of your best friends since day one, just like Nat, he’s seen everything up close. “I know that,” he said with a sweet smile that too quickly turned into a teasing one “I mean, Natasha is out of everyone’s league, it’s Natasha, so I don’t blame you for your lack of belief.”

It twisted something inside you, the confirmation that she was so much more than you, that you’d never be able to just be enough for her. But then Tony opened his mouth again.

“But…” his smile turned soft “you’re the one who comes the closest, you know. You’re gentle and caring; and, recent events notwithstanding, smart; you’re also scaringly powerful, and utterly beautiful.” He snorted “Hell, if I wasn’t in love with Pepper already and if you weren’t exclusively into deadly redheads I’d hit that.”

“Ewww!!!!” you exclaimed.

Tony threw his head back and laughed, and you couldn’t help but do the same. When the two of you finally stopped he smiled softly at you.

“I just worry about you two. A child is a big responsibility, Y/N… You know that it’d be ideal for you two to leave the team, right? And don’t get me wrong, I want you guys nearby, but you can’t keep risking your lives like that when you’ve got a child to take care of.”

You nodded and smiled sadly at him “I know. Nat and I already talked about it… That was my last mission, effective immediately I’m not part of this team anymore.”

Tony shook his head, a somewhat sad smile adorning his face. “You two will always be part of this team because this team is a family. Your family. You just won’t be throwing yourselves in danger anymore.”

He got up, dusting his pants. “Well, everything checks, you’re as healthy as they come, and the magical scan we did is great, you’re really getting more powerful, somehow. I’ll chunk that up to the infamous motherhood glow... or is it pregnancy glow? Anyway… Yeah, you’re good to go.”

You got up as well, smiling and taking a couple of steps towards him, trapping Tony in a hug. “Thanks, T-man, drop by my room later, I want you to meet Yelena.”

He laughed at that and started walking towards the door, and then he looked over his shoulder with a teasing smile “Can’t wait to meet my goddaughter!”

You laughed, but then your eyes widened when you realized you could enlist his help to do that one thing you’ve been wanting to do. “Oh, before I forget… Can you do something for me?” you smiled a trickster smile.

You couldn’t wait to make your dreams come to fruition.

The moment you stepped into the room Natasha was on you, her grip strong, her lips reverent. There was a sort of desperation to her touch you’ve felt all but one time, and that was when she finally made you realize how much you loved her touch as much as her soul, when your twisted mind thought it’d be a good idea to leave her behind.

“You’re fine,” she said, breathless, and you were sure she was trying to reassure more herself than you, she had been scared to lose you, you could feel it through her heartbeat thundering against your chest “you’re really fine, you’re here with us.”

“I’m here, Nat,” you whispered back, burying your face in the crook of her neck as your hands gripped her shirt as if it was your lifeline “I’d never leave you, I’d never leave the two of you.”

Natasha pulled back then, her eyes dark, a frown on her beautiful face. “No?” she asked, her tone sharp, and it was as if it finally dawned on her that you willingly dove head first into danger “Then what the hell drove you to face alone people who had magic inhibitors?!” she practically yelled “Do you have any idea how worried I was?! I had half a mind to leave Lena here alone to go look for you!”

You closed your eyes tight remembering Dreykov’s words, remembering the smell of blood that somehow still permeated your nostrils. Remembering Yelena’s body lying there, lifeless, because of you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you felt tears in your eyes, the truth was going to hurt her so much. That was never your intention “I didn’t want to worry you”

Natasha gripped you by your arms, her strong hands pulling you back to her, hugging you tightly once again, but then she pulled away and the hands that stayed on your arms tightened even more. “You know I’m going to have to punish you for this, right?” she asked, her tone serious. You nodded fast, tears streaming down your face.

 You knew you needed to be punished; no, more than that, you wanted it. You wanted to feel her touch on your skin, no matter the reason, you wanted to feel close to her, because you didn’t know if she’d want to pull away after you told her the truth.

“Come here, baby,” Natasha said, pulling you impossibly closer “Mommy’s gonna teach you a lesson.”

Her free hand hooked on the collar of your shirt, and then you heard the sound of the fabric ripping apart, buttons scattering across the floor. Your nipples pebbled at the shock of the cool air, the raised buds showing through the sports bra you wore for the mission. 

With practiced ease Natasha shoved you towards the bed, turning you around and bending you forward with your head down and ass up. Her hands pulled your pants down, making them pool at your feet, bringing your underwear along and bearing your ass to the cold air. She shifted behind you, her hand closing into a fist around your hair, pushing your face against the mattress.

You let out a whine as she pulled your hair, the burning in your scalp not enough to subdue the guilt you were feeling. You wanted her to touch you more, but at the same time, you felt undeserving of her touch. You felt spoilt, rotten, tainted.

"Knees apart," Natasha ordered, her voice dark, somber, and yet you could hear it trembling slightly, her fear for your safety still lingering.

The moment you complied, she struck. The sound of skin clashing against skin echoed through the room, her slap was immediately followed by another, the first to your right buttcheek, the second to your left.

Despite the mixed guilt and anticipation eating away at your consciousness, you had the forethought to create a sound barrier of sorts around Lena’s crib, to prevent the very loud noises that were sure to echo through the room in a few moments.

Natasha’s focus remained solely on you, she didn’t even realize there was a translucent blue sphere engulfing her daughter’s crib. Her eyes trained on your ass as she repeated the motion. One more slap, then another. And another. Unshed tears blurred your vision, it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enough. You needed to pay for what you did, for the suffering you’d cause her as soon as you told her the truth, when you tell her how you killed her sister.

Nat paused then, her cold hand caressing your bottom lovingly.

"Do you know why you’re being punished?" She asked, her voice gentle.

You bit your lip, you knew why you deserved to be punished, she was the one who didn’t. But still, she waited for an answer, so you gave her one. "I put myself in harm's way."

She hit you again, right where your ass met your tight. Natasha was strong, the very few strikes she gave you stung like hell, but you wouldn’t complain. You deserved them. “What else?” she asked then.

You bit your lip. I couldn’t save any of your fellow widows, you wanted to say. Instead, you said "I promised you I’d be fine and yet the enemy caught me."

Another slap. Your ass was getting increasingly red. “And?”

You closed your eyes for a second. I killed your sister. "By putting myself in danger I risked both our lives because I know that there is no you without me."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

You gasped, drawing a deep breath as you felt the sting of the strikes heating up your backside, searing through you, blending your self-loathing and desperation with unwilling arousal.

"What do you say for being so reckless? Making me worry so much?" She demanded with a trembling voice, fisting your hair tightly and pulling your head back a little, making some of your unshed tears stream down your face. “You fucked up, Y/N, I was pulling my fucking hair off, I almost left our child alone to go looking for you!”

"I'm sorry," you whispered out in a broken sob, the ache on your ass creating a different one between your legs. You knew that those words weren’t enough, not for you, not for killing her sister. "I'm so sorry..."

Natasha lifted her hand once again, pulling back further than she had so far, striking hard, firing several quick slaps across your bottom. It wasn’t enough, you needed to be punished, not just for the pain you’d cause Nat as soon as you told her about Yelena, but because you didn’t feel guilty about killing your sister-in-law. Your only regret was the pain that’d cause your fiancée.

"Please..." you begged, your voice desperate, your throat closing up. Your next words died in your mouth and a gasp escaped you as Natasha suddenly drove two fingers inside your pussy without warning, she curled them inside hitting that perfect spot. You closed your eyes tightly, trashing around to try to get away from her fingers. You didn’t deserve to feel good, you deserved the pain.

Nat didn’t allow you that, though, she kept stretching you, pumping her fingers in and out, dragging you closer to your undeserved peak. She let go of your hair, then, the hand previously keeping your head still now took upon keeping up with your spanking.

Your pussy throbbed, and your tights were soaked with your juices. You shook your head as dread pooled in your gut alongside the pleasure and the pain Natasha was bringing you. “No,” you pleaded, “Nat, please, no, I don’t deserve to feel good”.

Natasha didn’t listen to you, on the contrary, she started pounding harder, aggressively fingering your pussy as she mercilessly slapped your ass. You didn’t want it, you didn’t want to feel good, but this was Natasha, and soon she had you screaming, your body writhing as your orgasm ripped through you, your vision whiting out, scorching heat swirling through your whole body again and again as she fucked you rapidly with her delicious fingers.

Against your own will, you spread your legs further apart, earning a couple of spanks directed at your swollen clit.

And again. And again.

Nat withdrew her fingers, they were coated in your slick, gleaming against the bright light of the room. Natasha watched with a somewhat blank expression on her face as you struggled against the spasms wracking your body.

"You've been such a bad girl, Detka..." She said, though her voice was a bit softer than before. She caressed your bottom a little before dealing more blows.

"I have..." you said, more and more tears welling up in your eyes, the pleasure and pain making your legs tremble “I’m sorry…”

"And what happens to bad girls, Y/N?" Your bottom hurt, more and more spanks. Slap, slap, slap. Natasha caressed your ass a little more, stroking you in sharp contrast to the way she’d just spanked you.

"Punished," you whimpered, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the pain, tears running down your face as you suppressed the urge to beg her for more, beg her to fuck you dumb, fuck you raw, because you wanted it so bad, but you didn’t deserve it; you killed her sister “they get punished.”

"That's right..." She nodded, letting go of you and making you shiver, knowing she had something worse in mind “they do.”

"Tasha, what-" you begin to ask, your body thrumming with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Maybe you were too preoccupied with your current situation, maybe you were too focused on the feelings running through your body, maybe you were too distracted by the feel of her behind you, by the guilt that clouded your mind; whatever it was, it prevented you from hearing that sound you knew all too well, so you had no warning before Natasha slammed her cock inside you.

You cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. You didn’t know why she was doing this. Yes, you needed to be punished, but this was not punishment, this was good, the feeling of her cock going in and out was so fucking good. This felt more like a reward than anything. But then, even when punishing you Natasha could never help herself, she always had to make you feel good.

The sting of another slap brought you out of your reverie, followed by the smooth feeling of Natasha’s hand caressing your red, stinging ass. She surveyed the damage she’d caused with a clinical look as if she was analyzing if you’ve suffered enough, but no matter what she thought, you knew you haven’t, this so-called punishment was not enough to atone you for your sins.

One of Nat’s hands made its way to your waist, fingers digging in painfully, you were sure there were going to be marks for the next few days. It wasn’t enough, you needed more, more pain, more punishment.

Natasha, as if reading your mind, pulled her hand back and descended it with near super strength you’re your ass. You felt your eyes sting with more tears. But it still wasn’t enough. “Nat-” you pleaded, your fiancée practically growled, bringing her hand to your neck and squeezing, chocking you with one hand as she stuffed her fingers into your ass with the other.

You let out an undignified sound, something that would probably resemble a squeal if not for the fact that her hand on your throat was blocking both sound and air. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe, but you deserved it.

You didn’t even see it coming, the orgasm bursting through you in the blink of an eye, making you clench down hard on both her cock and her fingers.

“That’s it, Detka,” she panted, still pounding hard into you, her fingers wiggling inside your ass as her cock stretched you to your limits “cum all over my cock,” the hand on your throat squeezed once more, making you whine in pain and pleasure “squeeze my fucking fingers.”

You gritted your teeth, the bruises on your hips throbbing, your ass burning, your throat aching and your lungs screaming. Hot, salty tears ran down your cheeks, you were practically salivating as Natasha brutally took you from behind, slamming her cock inside your drenched pussy, fingering fucking your ass, chocking you.

“Are you sorry, Y/N?” she asked as her fat, oversized cock thrust into you over and over again, hammering away at the entrance to your womb.

The pressure on your throat gave away just enough for you to respond to her. You could feel her cock throbbing inside you, and you knew she was about to cum. A small part of you wanted her to pull out, to cum outside, because you didn’t deserve her cum, but another part, the bigger part, craved it with every fiber in your being. You wanted everything she was willing to give you.

“I’m so sorry, mommy,” you sobbed “I’m so sorry, so sorry!”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she groaned.

“Do it inside!” you said, pushing your ass against her “Please, give it to me, give me your cum!”

“Fuck, Detka, take it, then, take all of mommy’s cum!” she groaned, and you felt her hot seed filling you up, making you cum with her.

As the high seemed to seep away, you felt as if you didn’t have the strength to hold back anymore. You started sobbing. Natasha pulled away from you, looking at you with wide eyes, and you could feel her fear with your magic. She was afraid she had truly hurt you, and by the looks of the bruises on your body, you could see why she’d thought that.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry, Detka, fuck!” she came closer quickly and pulled you into her arms, cradling you and rocking you back and forth as if you were a baby. “I didn’t mean to hurt you like this, I lost all sense, I’m so sorry, I-”

“I’m not hurt,” you managed to say between sobs. It was a lie, after the pleasure left your body you could feel only the pain from the bruises, but you deserved it, so it was ok “I don’t want you to be mad at me, I don’t want you to leave.”

Natasha kissed your forehead, wiped your tears, and hugged you delicately “I’m not, I’m not mad, I’m sorry I did this to you, it’s just that- I was so worried, and I… I had never felt fear like that, not in my whole life.” She said, and you felt even guiltier because for her to say she never felt fear like that, it was something else altogether, after all, she had grown up in the red room, fear was all she knew when she was a child, to the point where few things scared her nowadays.

“It’s not…” you stuttered, trying to gather the courage to say the truth to her face “I had to…” you sobbed once again. You wanted to just kiss her, tell her how much you loved her, how relieved you were to finally be by her side again and then go to bed, but you couldn’t. You’d never lie to her, not even by omission, that was never an option “Your sister… I had to kill your sister.”

At that Natasha drew away from you, brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and disbelief. You instantly missed her warmth.

“What?” she asked, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips “This is not a funny joke, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes tight, more tears falling. This time she didn’t wipe them away.

“The people who took me… They were black widows, it was the Red Room.” You said, fiddling with your fingers, itching to touch her, but afraid to do so. Afraid she’d pull away. “They were still operational, Dreykov was still alive.” You said and she backed away from you, looking at you with a mix of fear and rage in her eyes.

“That’s not possible, I killed Dreykov when-”

“Budapest, I know… But he survived somehow,” you said with red-rimmed eyes and wet cheeks “I had to… I had to do it, I needed to keep you and Lena safe.”

“Y/N, what-”

“I had to kill her, he was inside her head, he was controlling her” you sobbed, Natasha’s eyes widened and she shook her head, getting away from you.

“Y-you… You killed Yelena? You killed my sister?!” she got to her feet and started walking back and forth, hands in her hair, her hardened eyes looking at you with betrayal.

“I had no choice! I read his mind, there was no way to free her-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?! Did you-”

“I did it to protect you!”

“Don’t you fucking dare pin this on me!” She said, her voice full of rage. She shook her head in disappointment and started walking towards the door as if to leave you.

Something broke in you.

You wouldn’t accept that, you couldn’t allow that, so you did the only thing you could to stop her.

Natasha froze, her limbs not working anymore, almost like she’d been petrified. She floated to you as if she was a mere doll. The desperation, sadness, and rage in her eyes turned into something you’d never imagine seeing on her face, not directed at you. Fear. “Y/N, let me go…”

“No,” you said, shaking your head desperately “you need to listen to me, you have to” your hands tangled in your hair and you rocked back and forth.

“You killed my sister!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face “I don’t have to listen to you, there’s nothing you could say-”

You shook your head, your breath came in desperate puffs of air, and you were beginning to hyperventilate. She must’ve thought you were a mad woman, but you didn’t care, you needed her to understand. She couldn’t leave, you wouldn’t allow it.

She was yours. Forever.

You brought her to you, your blue magic darkening as it swirled around her. And then she was on her knees right in front of you, her teary eyes looking into yours with a mix of anxiety, fear, and, despite everything, love.

You kneeled in front of her, your foreheads touching, you brought your hands to cup her face as your breaths mingled with each other.

“I’m gonna show you,” you said, because the words ‘I killed your sister’ could never truly explain what happened.

Your eyes glowed blue then, a light blue, in contrast to the rest of your magic. Natasha’s eyes took the same color as she went almost limp in your grasp. You pulled her body to yours as your memories invaded her mind, showing her everything that happened from the moment the quinjet landed.

You could feel every little reaction of hers as your magic took over her, almost as if you were experiencing them through your own body. The moment you showed her Yelena you felt her heart speed up, you could feel her throat closing up and her eyes stinging; the moment Dreykov showed up there was bile in her mouth, and her palms became sweaty, her heart sped up even more.

You showed Natasha the moment you read Dreykov’s mind, you showed her the moment you realized it would be impossible to bring the true Yelena back… And then you showed her what you did, you felt her whole body tense up, her heart skipped a beat and she held her breath.

When it was finally over, she didn’t try to get away from you. It was already a win in your book.

“She was coming after us…” she said more to herself than to you.

You pulled in a hug and she settled in your embrace, looking deep into your eyes.

“You saved her,” she said, her voice hoarse “from a life imprisoned inside her own body”. Natasha burrowed her head in the crook of your neck “Thank you for giving her a quick death.” You pulled her even closer to you, you could feel her warm breath on your collarbone “You were just protecting us. If she had come I’d never suspect her, she would’ve taken Lena,” she sobbed, looking at your daughter’s crib “I’d never want her to go through that, I’d never want her to deal with what I had to” she hugged you tight “you did the right thing. For Lena, for me, for my sister.”

“I’m so sorry, but there was no other way,” you said, wishing you could take her pain for yourself, spare her all the suffering “I read his mind, he was telling the truth, Yelena would never be herself again, I couldn’t risk it, I couldn’t risk you.”

She looked deep into your eyes, and you caressed her face “I’d do anything to protect you, Natalia. Anything. And I’m sorry for the pain it caused you, but I don’t regret it, because keeping you safe is always gonna be my top priority.”

Natasha nodded, her nose brushing against your pulse point. You brought your lips to the crown of her head. “Can you forgive me, my love?” you asked, barely above a whisper, your heart beating fast, fear of rejection coursing through you. You couldn’t live without her. You couldn’t.

Nat pulled away and you felt your stomach drop, your heart stopping for a moment. She looked deep into your eyes and caressed your face, wiping a stray tear with her thumb “You did what you had to do to protect us,” she muttered, and you could see all the love and devotion she felt for you swirling in her beautiful green orbs “besides, there’s nothing you could do that’d make me love you any less. So yes, yes, I forgive you.”

You touched her forehead with yours, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment, the sudden lightness you felt at knowing that she still loved you. “We won’t have to deal with any of this anymore,” you told her then, caressing her cheek with one of your hands “the Red Room’s gone for real, and that was my last mission. We’re officially retired. The only things we’ll have to worry about are which schools are going to be able to hand a magical child.”

“Or… we could homeschool her,” Natasha said, a smile on her lips.

“Or we could homeschool her,” you agreed, your heart feeling lighter and lighter. That was all you’d have to worry about from now on.

“Do you think Loki would like to teach her about Asgardian culture? I think it’d be nice for her to learn more cultures than just ours.” She asked, looking at the crib where your daughter slept peacefully, unaware of all that just trespassed between her mothers.

“Yeah, and… Tony would love to teach her all about robotics and engineering and business” you said with a cheeky smile “he’s her other godfather after all.”

“Y/N what did you do!?” she scolded, but there was a smile on her face. You smiled back at her. You couldn’t wait to start living the rest of your life together.

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[that-yandere-life]

There is one angsty prompt, imagine Bucky is obsessed with a s/o but they showed strong antagonism and hatred toward them, and later Bucky learnt it is because he killed reader’s family when he was still the winter solider, what would happen next?

[Warnings: Yandere Themes (Obviously), Mentions of Kidnapping, Angsty af, Stockholm Syndrome, Isolation.]

Bucky thought the entire time you were fighting back against him that you were rebelling because he had kidnapped you.

It wasn’t until something inside of you snapped as you pounded the edges of your tightly closed fists against his chest over and over again.

Screaming about he had killed your family and how you would never fall for him because of that fact.

That you would sooner die than betray the memory of the ones you loved most in this world.

Not knowing what else to do he locked you away in a room by yourself, only opening the door long enough to bring you food.

This went on for days on end with no outside contact to the world in any form, just left to your own thoughts and devices.

Days quickly turned to weeks, feeling your sanity start to leave the sensible range heading stead fast towards delusional.

Complete isolation has been known to have a severe impact on the long term mental health of someone being held prisoner.

Haunted by your own thoughts, practically talking to yourself as you run through scenarios in your mind that frankly would never exist.

Losing yourself to the novels left on the bookshelf, even if you had read them all many times over at this point.

To be fair it was the only respite you had from your dismal and depressing thoughts trying to get you to give up.

Loneliness was rapidly growing inside of you at this point, to where you started to almost look forward to the fleeting seconds of contact where he brought you food.

Knowing that you could never love him, not truly you wondered if it would be so bad to at least talk to him a little?

Clearly he wasn’t going to let you go free or he would have done it by now, but he also wasn’t going to force you to be in his company when you so clearly resented him.

Honestly he resented himself for his actions as the soldier before he met you, now his guilt only increased tenfold.

The person that he cared for the most in this world, the one he had been searching for all his cursed life, hated him because of his actions against her.

Bringing you dinner, a look of shock overtaking his features when you speak for the first time in three months, if only just to thank him for the food.

Sure it wasn’t much but it was more than he ever expected to hear out of you ever again, so he instinctively replied back that you were welcome.

Giving you just a taste of human interaction again, like a drug dealer looking to get you hooked on drugs.

Those minor interactions happening now three times a day, you hated that you started to feel a slight tinge of excitement when you heard the door unlocking.

Each time he returned you seemed to add another sentence of conversation to the mix, almost desperately seeking for more.

There was nothing ideal about these circumstances, and you were just doing this to survive that’s the only reason.

Feelings of any sort of happiness for his presence were nothing more than trained responses to what he had been conditioning you to feel.

Despite that being exactly what was happening, at the same time another part of your mind was trying to convince you not to listen to the logical part of yourself.

Not to ruin things when you were just starting to feel like a real person again, instead of a doll locked away in a closet to be kept in mint condition.

Only to be taken out to be looked at, cleaned, polished, and put back where it belonged so it didn’t get broken.

As life went on, your façade started to blur the line into reality, unable to tell what was truly going on anymore.

A mere puppet to his puppeteering, playing along with his elaborate ruse not realizing it had stopped being a ruse since so long ago.

No you didn’t love him, at least that is what you will always tell yourself, knowing full well it stopped being your own choice somewhere along the line.

[Thank you very much for this idea, it was sad to write but it was also interesting to think about at the same time. I hope that you enjoy it, and that it was what you were wanting! <3]

[forcefully-awoken]

This is for the BNHArem’s villain AU collab!

Gang Orca x Reader

Rated: Teen? Mature? This is new territory for me.

CW: Sex work, kidnapping, idk stockholm syndrome?

The corruption of Kugo Sakamata is not the prolonged, drawn out affair the news has portrayed it to be. It wasn’t quietly brewing under his skin, needled at by the whispers and stares that plagued him. He was a good man, up until the point where he wasn’t. He was a kind man, until something inside of him snapped. It was as fast as the moment the first domino falls. The goodness is there.

Until it isn’t.

There’s a car alarm blaring outside your apartment.

It’s been like this for weeks now. There’s nothing else to do but get up, to go about your life as though nothing has changed when everything is different. It’s almost time for your stream, you note as you walk by your kitchen, ignoring your grumbling stomach to turn on the tv first. It’s still on the news station, just like when you turned it off last night.

If you can’t save the world, you might as well listen to it crumble.

You move back to the kitchen, trying to figure out what you have that will make an even half way satisfying dinner. Fuck, it’s been weeks since you were able to get to the shops. You settle for some ramen with an egg and some questionable vegetables on top. Waiting for the water to boil you can hear the news trickling in.

**Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.**

**One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.**

The heroes? You can’t decide if the anchor is optimistically naive or just plain stupid. You snort, stirring the noodles into the boiling water. The heroes haven’t been seen in ages, the top ten falling one by one to more and more villains. You’ve even heard talk of heroes becoming the villains.

**Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.**

**One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.**

“Yeah, no shit,” You talk back to the tv, preparing your dinner before walking carefully over to the couch with it. You want to turn it to a different channel, see if anything happier is on but you don’t. Can’t. You tell yourself it’s plain need, that you have to check to make sure it’s not your apartment in the path of destruction.

Lies.

You can’t turn it off because you don’t want to. You don’t want to because it’s become an addiction, like watching videos of disasters on the internet. Your food burns the roof of your mouth when you shovel it in but you can hardly tell. Ugh. You’ll need to go shopping this week.

Setting the dishes in the sink for later you turn the tv off, resigning yourself to an excursion this week. It’s not apocalyptic outside yet, but you don’t want to turn the risk of getting mugged, or worse. Whatever you need can wait until tomorrow though, you think, stepping into your bathroom to shower, put on some makeup for your stream.

Streaming isn’t exactly how you thought you would make money but it pays and it keeps you inside, keeps you safe. Once you deem yourself pretty enough you get the show on the road. Easy, light stream today.

You don’t even think you’ll need to take off your underwear.

“Would I ever fuck a villain?” You laugh as you read the question, absentmindedly tweaking a nipple as you do. You can hear the ping of donations stream in when you give a little shudder of pleasure. “Sure, some of them are pretty hot. You ever seen that Gang Orca? I bet he’s packing.”

It ends with little fanfare after that, and soon enough you're back in bed, staring at the ceiling as sleep eludes you. There’s noises outside, loud shouting, what sounds like glass breaking. Just one more stream, just enough to save up to move into a different neighborhood, a safer one. Then maybe you can rest.

Morning comes before you want it to.

You pick plain clothes, a little form fitting so people can’t grab you, but loose enough to move in if you have to run. You keep your head down as you lock your door behind you, moving with quick, sure steps. The store is out of a few things but you manage to stock up on essentials for another few weeks. You did it, thank fuck, nobody even hassled you that much.

Right when you slip your key into the door is where it all goes wrong.

“Don’t scream,” the voice behind you is low, and despite your better instincts you listen. “Open the door and I won’t hurt you.”

Yet, you think but obey anyways. There’s a presence behind you, large and overly looming. A large hand drops onto your shoulder right when you hear the door shut. There’s something digging into your shoulder and a quick, darting glance reveals- claws?

Oh, no.

It can’t be.

You stumble forward in an attempt to get away, twisting your body around. It’s a nightmare come true- not just a villain in your home but one of the worst ones. He’s so much larger in real life than you thought he would be. So much more intimidating when you finally meet his red eyes.

Kugo Sakamata.

Gang Orca.

Standing in your living room.

The last thing you see before you faint is his hands coming towards you.

It’s too quiet when you wake up now.

Your room is too dark, save for the open laptop on your desk. Your arms are tied to your desk chair, legs as well. You can see him in the room, but you know he has to be there. Nothing appears to have been taken. You have no idea what’s going on, until he steps back into view.

“Hello there,” His voice is smoother than you would have imagined from before. God, he looks even taller from this angle. Your neck strains to look up at him all the way. His hand comes up to cup your cheek lightly, some sort of parody of a lover’s touch.

You only barely manage to hold back your shudder of revulsion.

He can see it in your eyes though, and his hand jerks back as if he’s been burned. Good, you hope something has hurt him. He’s already shattered your limited sense of security- hostage, in your own home. If you make it out of this alive you won’t even be able to move. He turns away from you, stepping to your computer. You can’t see around him, he blocks out all the light as he stands between the screen and you.

“Do you know why I’m here, little one?” You had the way the diminutive name sounds as it falls from his mouth, almost soft and bordering on sweet. You remain silent, fear locking your jaw shut tight. He continues on without you anyways, “You should. It was only last night when you said what you want from me.” He steps to the side, allowing you to see what’s on your computer now.

He’s started a stream.

Shit, you knew your dumb mouth would come back to haunt you one day. You just didn’t think it would be like this. Your mouth drops open but no words come out. Vaguely, you can read the chat- lots of concern but those messages are being drowned out by people asking, no telling, Gang Orca to do all sorts of depraved things to you. The fucking perverts.

“You could tell them where you are,” He sits behind you on the bed now, arms coming up to wrap around you, caging you in. “Or you can watch how quickly the average man turns when there’s something he thinks he wants.”

You’re still clothed, but you can feel the heat of him through it. How is he so warm? He shifts forwards even more, a hand coming up to hold your jaw, showing you off to the screen. You feel even more naked than during your actual streams. You feel exposed, every nerve like a livewire beneath your skin.

“I could kill you, you know,” His voice sounds almost detached, like he’s bored with the situation, “I think they would like that.” The grip on your jaw tightens. “You can already see what they want me to do to you, how they want me to defile you. There’s almost nobody concerned with your safety now.”

Your eyes strain as you take in the chat, blinking back tears as you realize he’s right. There’s nobody asking you if you’re alright now- only demands, promises to pay whatever the cost is if Gang Orca will only get the show on the road. You wonder why the site hasn’t automatically shut down your stream, after all one of the most notorious villains is right there, begging to be caught.

Until you catch sight of how many people are watching.

“You’re too popular to turn off,” There’s a hint of something sad in his voice, regret mixed with a fondness you can’t place. It’s like he expected this, like this is all going according to plan. “They don’t want to shut down what’s making them money hand over fist.”

You hate to acknowledge that he’s right. The stupid fish fuck is exactly on the mark. The site takes a portion of your donations, and the amount it’s at right now isn’t just your own personal record, it’s a sitewide one. There’s no way they’ll shut you down, try to get you help. Not when there’s still money to be made.

“Don’t you see?” His voice tickles your ear as he whispers into it. You don’t want to see. It’s like you can predict what he will say next. You don’t want him to confirm it, to confirm the worst fears inside of you.

“It’s not just the villains that are bad,” Between his arms and his voice you can almost forget that it feels like the whole world is watching you now, watching this corruption. “I’m evil, but at least I’m honest. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to. How many of them can say that?”

He’s right, of course he is. How else could the world get this bad? Someone along the way stopped caring, and then another, until there were more eyes looking away than could be helped. Easier to ignore the wrong and look out for number one, after all isn’t that what you had been doing?

“Join me,” he breathes, “Be free.”

You don’t hesitate, not now. You let the next two words slip from your mouth not without thought, but free from it. The last tether of your sanity snaps.

“Kiss me.” It’s a plea, one he obeys with a vicious grin. His mouth presses to yours.

The next domino falls.

[angry-geese]

(Platonic) Giorno Giovanna x Reader

Warnings: None! sfw. mentions of violence and injury. Gn!Reader

Notes: Giorno gets injured during a job, reader patches him up.

I have a few other posts with basically the same prompt as this which you can read here: Bruno's, Risotto's, Mista's

Giorno was someone you still had your reservations about.

To you, Passione was doomed to be the way it was. And you were fine with that. Is it a horrible organization- yes. Does it ruin lives- also yes. But it works. Structure is something you need, and under the gangs you have purpose. Passione gave you a life- a family- you never would have had without it. Maybe it's some sort of Stockholm syndrome grasp it has on you, but you aren't eager to see it under new management. Don't fix something that isn't broken.

So when some newbie showed up on your doorstep with plans to reform the gangs, you weren't very impressed.

Giorno was either the luckiest or the dumbest man you've ever met. Maybe both. Putting it lightly, he was reckless. The kid had some sort of angel sitting on his shoulder because he could walk off a building and still land on his feet. He's had enough near-death experiences to last him a lifetime. It was almost respectable. Almost.

It was rare you were ever paired up with him. Or anyone for that matter. Your stand meant you could work solo. Often times you preferred it that way. As much as you cared about the others, they were more like annoying little brothers to you than proper coworkers.

The job was simple, and not particularly time consuming. Get to a drop off point, find a dead drop, get back to the hideout in one piece. Giorno was sent along as backup- and partially because his very presence had pissed off Abbacchio earlier in the day. Having not spent much time around him, you were surprised to find that he wasn't as intolerable as you expected. Not that you'd give him the satisfaction of knowing that. You didn't want to inflate the newbie's ego too much. He seemed rather apathetic about things, up until his "I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream" speeches.

It was a freak accident, really. The kid wasn't after the dead drop, he only wanted to mug you. As far as you could tell, he had no gang affiliation. Children and firearms don't mix- he accidentally pulls the trigger aiming right for you.

And Giorno made the mistake of jumping in front of you.

If you had been hit, you'd probably have been fine. You could have gotten Gold Experience to heal you.

The bullet struck the outer part of his thigh, missing anything vital, but he struggles to walk. Out of pity, you half drag/half carry him back to the car. The wound doesn't look too deep, but it should be checked out. Figuring he could take care of it, you toss him into the back seat, heading around towards the front.

It's when you get in that you realize he's not doing anything.

"Why can't you heal yourself?" You ask.

"My stand doesn't work on me."

"That's unfortunate," you climb into the back seat, "you're not going to like what happens next."

You motion for him to put his leg in your lap. He grimaces at the movement, but complies. His pale skin only adds to the strange, ethereal look he has. Hopefully Bucciarati won't mind all the blood in his car. You get Giorno to hold a spare t-shirt against the wound while you search around for a first-aid kit. There's no bullet to pull out. It looks like it barely grazed him, though he's bleeding a lot. Maybe it hit a vein- you're no doctor, you really can't say. Going to the hospital would draw too much attention- and he needs help now. People are going to ask questions if you just walk in with a bullet wound.

From the first-aid kit you produce a needle and thread, and something to sterilize the wound. Your stitching needs some work, but it'll do. You're a bit rusty. It's been a while since you've had to do this to anyone. Which is probably the last thing he wants to hear.

"This is going to hurt. A lot." You warn.

He nods. To your surprise, he remains stone-faced as you pull through the first stitch. By the third, his breathing is shaky, and his face is nearly white, though he doesn't say anything. He grips onto your wrist hard. He needs a break.

"That was reckless." You say, sitting back on your heels. You'll just give him a moment to breathe.

"You would have done it for me."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Probably not. But he doesn't need to know that.

His grip on your hand tightens. You run your thumb over his knuckles. Comforting people isn't exactly your strong suit, but he's still just some kid thrown into Passione. He closes his eyes, leaning up against you. Maybe it's the blood loss. He sits still long enough for you to finish the last few stitches.

"I don't think you're inherently bad, Y/N." He says. "You let that boy run. Anyone else would have killed him."

You decide not to tell him that you probably would have, had he not gotten shot. Better to let him believe it.

"There is literally nothing more stupid than going after the boss." You say.

"I see." Strangely enough, he doesn't seem disappointed.

"I'm in," you say, "but if I get killed, I'm haunting your ass."

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

Hey hmm... what about Yandere!Dorm leaders with a S/O who just doenst really care that they are yandere? They don't really mind and find cute sometimes :) Please write if you wish to, please don't overwork yourself <33

My first yandere request! I’m not very good at yandere so I hope I did a good job. I finished Malleus’ after writing poetry so I had a hard time coming up with sentences that didn’t rhyme so his is a bit shorter than the rest. Anyways please enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere behavior, mentioned murder and violence, kidnapping, stalking, poisoning, stockholm syndrome, delusional/oc characters

Riddle:

The moment he saw you Riddle knew he was in love

He approached you with flowers everyday and was delighted when you always accepted them graciously

Would probably try to court you like a gentleman first

It’s unlikely that he will submit to the urge to lock you away until something serious happens

When someone else does touch his little rose he will snatch you up and bring you back to his room in Heartslabyul

Makes sure that you know not to leave unless he tells you that you can

He is not a violent yandere 

He knows that you love him and that you don’t mean to make him upset

When he lets you out he makes sure that Trey, Cater, Deuce, and Ace are there to keep an eye on you

You will never be out of their sight and when you are it is when you are lounging in Riddle’s room

Eventually he comes to trust that you won’t try to run away and leaves the door unlocked

He even turns the lock around so you can lock yourself in just in case a threat comes

Over the holidays he takes you with him and the two of you have a lovely time walking around his home town

The fact that anyone that doesn’t have his permission to approach you gets sudden injuries and bruises a day after you’ve spoken to them doesn’t go unnoticed

You simply tell yourself that he is such a sweet boyfriend to protect you from any threats

You tell him that you would like to talk to a specific person and he allows it only if you approached them first

When you accidentally do something to make him mad he starts to scream and puts your chain and collar on so you can’t leave

It’s alright though because he always has a good reason to be mad at you 

You call him over to cool down and hug him tightly repeating apologies and telling him how much you love him

No matter what you’ve done he can never stay mad at you for long

“My little rose, you are just perfect for me.”

Leona:

Leona doesn’t fall for you right away and even if he did it isn’t in a lions nature to charge out into the hunt without a strategy for success

He will watch you from a distance and study his feelings of interest towards you as if your relationship was a chess game and it was his move

When the time comes that Leona has decided that as the prey your guard is down enough for him to strike he will do so in a subtle and natural way to avoid drawing attention

Ruggie’s unique magic helps with this by leading you straight to his room

There he dresses you in the savannahs loveliest silks and gowns, beads and necklaces of gold are strung around your neck and limbs

You have a pair of gold cuffs encasing your wrists which lead to the wall behind you

Once he has organized you in a way that suits his taste he will have Ruggie deactivate his unique magic and leave

He expects you to freak out and is surprised when you stay relatively calm

He tells you that he is infatuated with you and that you are to love him back 

Of course he is caught off guard when you lean forwards as far as you can with the chains and kiss him gently

Soon he decides to test your loyalty to him and takes you out of the chains to sleep next to him at night

Leona purrs happily when he sees that you are not only still in bed with him but curled up against his side 

He won’t let you out unless you are with him or Ruggie though and you have to be within 6 feet of them at all times unless you have permission to wander further

Nearly any other male is not allowed to go near you

They can chat with you over text where Leona can check what is happening or if they do approach you he will snap his teeth at them and tell them to back off

Covers you in his scent every morning and every night just to make sure

When you return to the palace with him he has the servants treat you as if you were royalty yourself

If he gets jealous or angry he will be quick to remind you that you are his and belong to no one else

You literally will never leave his sight unless you have an uncovered and obvious bite mark and hickey

Falls asleep on your lap as you calmly braid his hair

“Hmm… A lion always catches his prey, and now your mine.”

Azul:

When Azul wants something he gets it

He has Jade and Floyd bring you to him where he is waiting with a beautiful room for you

He used his make a deal to have a student add another room directly next to his with a wall that is made of nearly entirely glass

Azul finds it incredibly amusing that you are behind glass when usually it’s the humans that put fish behind glass in aquariums

He is very insecure so it is unlikely that he will ever let you out unless you are accompanied by himself and the Leech twins

Brings you your school work and helps you study and pass

Will get you anything and everything you desire no matter what lengths he has to go to

If you get fussy he will slip a sedative into your drink and cuddle with you until you wake

It is unlikely that you get fussy about much since all he wants to do is make you happy

You enjoy your life in Azuls arms and let him snuggle with you whenever he wants

Gentle kisses in between reassuring words that you still love him even though he won’t take you to the carnival since you could get lost

When he does take you places it’s usually just around the school or to malls that aren’t very popular

If someone else approaches you besides the sales people and even them if Azul feels your safety is threatened he will send the twins to silently take care of the matter

You pretend not to notice how the news is featuring a new murder a few hours after you’ve arrived home after a day out 

He is very anxious that you won’t like his octopus form so it will take a while for you to coax him into showing you

Almost immediately after he transforms you throw yourself into his arms and ask him to wrap his tentacles around you

You call it the ultimate cuddle and he always blushes a deep red

“Oh no sweetheart, the festival has far too many people. I’ll bring stuff back for you that way no one ever has the chance to take you from me.”

Kalim:

A delusional lover the whole way

It never occurred to this sweetpea that you might not want to spend the rest of your life in a large gold cage filled with anything and everything you could possibly desire

The cage is huge and takes up most of the space in one of Scarabia’s unused rooms

Otherwise the room is decorated lavishly and around the edges piles of gold lay mixed with jewels and gorgeous silks

He calls you his most valuable treasure and says that not even a genie could make him happier

Jamil likely used snake whisperer on you to lure you into the cage for Kalim to keep you

You are a bit surprised at first and Jamil has to explain that you are here cause you are Kalim’s new lover

He is quite surprised when you simply accept it and return his hugs and kisses with enthusiasm

Every day he has you dressed in the most expensive silks and covered head to toe in jewels and gold

Will also simply sleep with you instead of using his own room

All of the food you eat or drink will be tested by a taste tester to avoid you falling ill with poison

This sweet baby boy will give you gifts everyday and bring you to see carnivals and festivals and parades of all sorts

You are also allowed to attend parties and such but only if your main accessory is a neck collar with a chain that leads to his wrist

Art will be painted of you all the time and he fixes you in a range of poses so that he can look at them whenever he wants and be reminded of you

Brings you to meet each of his siblings and helps you remember all their names and faces

Kalim will get jealous when they hug you 100% and pulls you back into his arms

Leads you away back to your cage where no one can reach you

“Main tumhen bahut pyaar karata hoon mera chhota sitaara” (“I love you so much my little star” in Hindi)

Vil:

Vil is the kinda person where if he wants something he will get it no matter what

He immediately sends Rook to hunt down and retrieve you

When he finally has you in his grasp he doesn’t even think about letting you go

You will be his forever

Keeps you in chains disguised as jewelry and gives you enough length to wander around his room but not enough to reach the door

He does your makeup and hair beautifully every morning and coordinates your outfits as well

Will spend hours taking care of your skin and body

Baths with him every night where he massages creams and serums into your skin for hours

He loves how by the end of it you are so relaxed and sleepy that when he unchains you and pulls you into bed there is no resistance

His insecurities lead him to believe that no that he has you and you have seen him without the thousands of layers of makeup that you will be repulsed by him

It very much isn’t the case and when you sense he is feeling insecure you will pull him close to you and tell him how beautiful he is

It takes forever to convince him to let you out of his room

Hours of snuggles and reassuring words that you won’t leave is the only thing that helps him let you go

Even then it is unlikely that he will let you leave Pomefiore

When he feels comfortable enough he may let you walk the grounds with him or if he’s in a good mood you can go by yourself

Rook is still positioned to watch you just in case though

Vil will use you as a muse for photo shoots all the time

He dresses you up and brings you to a beautiful area of the dorm and take hundreds of pictures of you

He only shares a few with the world though

He likes to think he is taunting people with the beauty that he has but they can not grasp

The rest are something that he looks at frequently to calm down and feel happy

His favorite pictures are the ones where you are wearing his crown

“Your beauty surpasses even mine, my queen. Even more reason to never let another person have you.”

Idia:

His entire life Idia has suffered from major social anxiety and insecurities 

So when he meets you and he doesn’t feel anxious at all he knows that he will never come across another person like you again

He invites you over to play video games and locks the door behind him

When you aren’t paying attention he puts a small collar around your neck

You can’t get it off but it doesn’t really bother you that much

It is small and light so there was no reason

It’s probably just his way of giving you jewelry

However when you go to leave, the second your hand touches the door knob a strange feeling enters your body and you go unconscious

When you wake he explains that he is very sorry but he just had to have you

Lets you know in a very scary voice that his room is completely soundproof and the collar will knock you out anytime you touch the door

Essentially it’s impossible to leave and no one is coming to save you

After he locks himself in his bathroom and cries for almost an hour because he is so horrified by his own actions

Not horrified enough to let you go though

In the beginning you have a bit of a hard time adjusting to life in Idia’s room but eventually you begin to develop the same anxiety as him

You couldn’t even think about leaving for the fear that something might happen to you

The only way you can stay safe is with him and in his room

You liked him in the first place so it didn’t particularly bother you that he had kidnapped you in order to make you like him

However, the case of Stockholm syndrome became quite extreme

Idia relished the way that you shook when he decided to take you for a walk and he never got tired of you begging him to stay and keep you safe in his room

He taught you all about his video games and how to play each one

You became almost as proficient as him although when you played against each other he often let you win

Ortho loves you to pieces

Not only does he get a new big sister but his big brother has someone to socialize with

If only he could convince you to go outside as well

“What if you get sick. Oh no there is no way I would let that happen to you. Just stay in here with me. You will be safe in my room forever.”

Malleus:

Humans are just so fragile he has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you are able to survive on your own

This just won’t do

He has Lilia pick you up and bring you to him as soon as he hears that you got a scratch from a bush you walked past earlier that day

Sleeping spells to keep you from waking as he tends to your wounds and puts a magical barrier around his room

You will never be allowed to leave without him there to protect you

The world is a dangerous place and as a weak human there is a low chance of survival

It will be alright though because with him you will always be safe and happy

He uses his royal status to have you treated like a queen

Anything you want is yours and honey the sky's the limit

Even things that money can’t buy it will be yours

Everything except for your freedom

Not that you mind

Being fawned over and spoiled by the man you like is a dream come true and more than you could have ever asked for

Every day you appreciate all the time and attention he gives you as he makes sure you are healthy and have everything you want

He also teaches you everything he knows about being elegant and graceful

Claims that it will be necessary in order for you to become the future queen of the valley of thorns

Long dances followed by sweet kisses and etiquette lessons rewarded by cuddles fill your days

He allows you the opportunity to walk with him at night underneath the stars and tells you how beautiful you are in the dark

“Even if I have to kill to keep you. You will be mine forever.”

[ask-hunterxhunter]

I thought about creating a couple of fanfictions inspired by the yandere trio Headcanons you've created. I feel like out of all of them the Illumi one would probably b the darkest since, in my opinion, he's more twisted than the other two. As for Hisoka and Chrollo, it'll probably read like a typical gray/dark erotica. Especially for Hisoka since we know he would turn it up in the seduction department. Chrollo not so much. It would b more sfw and probably not NSFW at all

Oooh, if you do, please send me the link!!!

And hey, talk about writing! Awesome!

 Well, I honestly think this actually depends on where you want to take the story and how you want to write it more than anything else. Yeah, I agree, Illumi would easily be the most twisted (not only psychologically but physically, too, as he could use those damn needles to control their bodies, even if their notion of self remains and so on), but that doesn’t mean the others couldn’t be like him (or even worse).

 Even the kindest of characters can be twisted into a dark and frightening version of themselves, especially when you add yandereism to the mix. See Gon, for example. He may be all innocent and someone who wants to protect his friends, but if you make him obsessed with someone, you can make him even worse than Illumi, just in a different way. You may also say he would inflict a more psychological sort of torture (being kidnapped or having to deal with those sort of “affections” can easily become torture with no need for physical violence), but at the same time I can see him breaking the legs of the one he claims to love “in order to protect them”.

 It’s all a matter of how you write things.

 Of course, some aspects may “suit” some of them more easily than others (or, better saying, it would be easy to write with a character rather than another). Like you said, adding some eroticism to Hisoka’s story would be pretty simple (regardless of the “level” you decide to go for) because of how he already is, but it can be done with Illumi just as well. It just may take some more work until it feels like he’s still in character. Just because it may be a little harder, doesn’t mean you can’t do it if you want to. There is nothing you can’t do if you really want to, after all.

 For example, a common aspect of those stories is kidnapping, right? Well, Illumi would do so in a way and Chrollo in another. Read volumes of the manga, watch episodes of the anime where they appear the most, pick up their mannerisms, how they act and talk. This will help to keep their personalities no matter what you’re writing (after all, we’re talking about them becoming yanderes not about them dancing the ballet in glitter-covered tutus).

 There are also the “shades” to be considered of, well, everything. Do you want a yandere that, while doing something terrible and unforgivable, still invokes some sort of compassion in the readers, or do you want someone who makes people stay awake at night afraid of the noises they may hear?

 What about the relationship? Do you want the character to really fall in love with the yandere? In this case, you’re aiming more for a “dark love” story (and yes, as long as you respect certain lines, it is possible without making it seem unrealistic or Stockholm Syndrome). Do you want the character to be absolutely broken? You can go to the darkest end of Yandere, if you want (I’m talking about bringing the collars and cages, go as hardcore as you want). And there are several shades between those extremes. The same applies to the erotic aspect if you want to add it. You can keep things SFW or go for a very, very dark erotica.

 Decide what you want to write and go for it. Keeping them in character is important for serious fics such as the one you’re talking about, yes, but the most important thing is to have fun.

 Also, this brings me to another point that I think should be said: Don’t mind people who may criticize you for what you’re writing or say you’re trying to spread a culture of abuse. This can happen and it’s bullshit. The people who made the Saw movies don’t condone hurting others, do they? The same applies. There is a difference between flames and constructive criticism.

 Like I said, you can write what you want!

[champagne-bucky]

The Undoing: Four

Summary: The truth about a past life is unveiled.

Warnings: THIS IS A DARK STORY!! dark! Steve Rogers x reader, kidnapping, non con and dub con (or at least mentions of), dark! Bucky Barnes, Stockholm syndrome, grooming, mentions of pregnancy termination and suicide mentions (for one chapter), possibly more tags to be added!

Notes: Ahhh, so here we are, part 4 and the present time in which this story takes place. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get shit done, but I’ve just been so unmotivated and it sucks because I had all these things planned and ughhh procrastination sucks. Anyways enjoy part 4. Please make sure to like, comment, reblog, inbox, and follow for more!! Enjoy :)

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*Present time*

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sasha. Happy birthday to you,” the small crowd that was Sasha’s family cheered as she blew out her candles.

Finally, her 18th birthday. A day where she is legally considered an adult. A day that her father had promised to grant her the freedoms that she saw the other kids had. A day where she would no longer be sheltered.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” her mother came up to the young woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her father followed suit, a side hug and kiss as she worked on cutting the cake.

“I want the first piece,” one shouted.

“I want a really big piece,” said another.

The shouting amongst her siblings didn’t subside until her father quieted them down with the threat of “no cake at all.”

While her mother busied herself in the kitchen, Sasha’s father was helping his youngest children get their slices of cake. Birthdays and holidays were the only times the Rogers’ family got to indulge in sweet treats. Steve had made it clear that his children were to only eat the healthiest of foods, and his doting wife always complied.

A knock on the door caught Sasha’s attention. While the family was in momentary disarray, Sasha was the only one who ended up hearing the faint series of knocks.

Therefore, she wiped her hands of sweet buttercream icing and made her way to the locked door. The knocks continued on even after she told them to wait a minute. A peek through the peephole revealed a stranger. To be fair, everyone was a stranger to the Rogers’ family. No frequent visitors, friends, even family, the Rogers’ only knew each other.

“Daddy, someones at our door,” Steve abandoned the youngest child to meet Sasha at the door.

Steve glanced through the peephole and for a minute it seemed like he saw a ghost. “It can’t be,” Steve swung open the door so fast that Sasha feared she would get knocked out by it.

“Bucky,” Steve looked at the stranger on the other side of the door.  

“Been a while huh?” The man, Bucky, gives a half grin at Sasha’s father.

“Wow,” Bucky turns to Sasha, “she’s all grown up,” Bucky invites himself in, but before he could get halfway past the threshold Steve stops him.

“Why all of a sudden have you turned up?” Steve gives Bucky a look that says “don’t say too much.”

“Because there’s a party going on,” Bucky then turns to Sasha. “Happy birthday sweetheart. My god, look at you,” Bucky looks her up and down. Sasha looked very taken back by the strange man. Who was he and why did he know your father?

Steve cleared his throat, “uhm, Y/N is in the kitchen cutting the cake. Why don’t you stay for some,” Bucky obliged and made his way into the kitchen.

“Dad, who is he?” Steve was quick to dismiss her question by replying that he’d been an old friend that knew him back when Sasha was first born.

Buck had made his way into the small kitchen, nothing had changed since Steve had brought his now wife here. In that kitchen were a bunch of children, some big and some small, all asking for a slice of Sasha’s birthday cake.

And then there was her, the young women that Bucky once knew, now all grown up with a family of her own. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at how pleasant she looked while serving the youngest children slices of their cake. She turned once she felt a presence at the door. A mix of emotions flashed through her eyes for a moment, but then her confused expression turned into a smile. She gladly walked over to the long time friend and greeted him with a huge smile and open arms.

“Bucky, it’s great to see you,” not a hint of sarcasm or an urgent surge of rage coursed this beautiful woman. She was genuinely happy to see the man that ruined her life prematurely.

“You haven’t aged a day since I last saw you,” Bucky smiled as he hugged her back. She looked nice in her freshly ironed dress and brand new heels her husband had demanded she wear around the house at all times.

“Please, come sit down while we have some cake. Kids, get to the dining room now please,” the herd of small children rushed out into the dining room with their sweet treats in hand.

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Bucky was observant throughout dessert. Upon dodging judgemental and questioning looks from Steve, Bucky got to know more about the rest of the Rogers family.

“Last time I was here you had just had Gwynedd, yes?” Their mother nodded as a carbon copy of Steve Rogers looked up at him with a smile. She was going to be 17 soon, as she mentioned to the family a handful of times about birthday party ideas.

Then there was the third oldest, Max, a short haired, freckly 15 year old who had dreams of becoming an engineer. Reid was approaching 13 years old in the next couple of months, he was adamant on a firetruck themed party seeing as he wanted to be a fireman when he grew up. 11 year old Jocelyn had the same physique as her mother, but her personality was all Steve, she was sassy and always helping out her younger sibling. Last, and probably won’t be the least, was 9 year old Sarah Rogers, named accordingly after Steve’s long departed mother of course, she was the prized baby of the family that no one could touch.

Then there was Sasha, the oldest Rogers. Sasha was 100% her mother, from looks to personality. It was almost like someone hit a copy and paste button on everything Y/N Rogers and stamped it perfectly onto Sasha. Bucky couldn’t believe that the once small baby girl he held in his hands had grown into a beautiful, young woman. Bucky was snapped out of his thoughts when Steve called his name.  

“So, um, Bucky, what plans do you have for the summer?”

“Daddy says we might be able to go to the seashore this summer if we all behave,” Sarah shouted with her mouthful of cake. Her mother scolded her for interrupting Bucky and Steve.

“Well that sounds a lot more exciting than what I’m doing, Sarah. I’ll be fixing up this old house I bought a few blocks over from you guys. I got it for cheap so I want to do some remodeling and maybe sell the place before autumn.”

“Why would you buy a house just to sell it again in a few months?” It was Gwenyd’s turn to interrupt this time.

“It’s called house flipping Gwen, people buy crappy houses and pour all their money into it so they can get stinkn’ rich off the place,” Sasha finally spoke up.

“Sash, remember we don’t use words like that in front of the younger ones,” her mother reminded her before putting her head down and eating the rest of her cake slice.

“You’re very correct Sasha. Think of this as a new hobby of mine, Steve, taking something old and run down and forming it into something new and modern.”

“So what are you going to do to it?” Gwenyd asked.

“Well I'm going to redo the whole structure of the outside, maybe add in a pool and deck area in the backyard. The inside I’m planning on gutting the whole thing and putting in my own personal touches,” the children all ooh’d and ahh’d at the idea.

The wheels in Bucky’s head were turning for a moment. He looked at sweet Sasha and the other kids. He couldn’t just leave them caged up in this house for the summer. He knows Steve. He knows that he’ll keep them locked up inside for fear of one of the children saying something about their unusual situation. He didn’t want to leave Sasha most of all. 18 years old and definitely hasn’t gotten a chance to explore the world. He wanted to help them.

“Say, kids, redoing a big house is a lot of work for one man. How about you guys help me out and I’ll give you some money for your seashore trip,” Reid jumped out of his chair all excited.

“Daddy, Mommy, please please please let us help Bucky. Please!” Steve quieted Reid down.

Their mother kept her head down. She would love for them to get out of the house for a bit, but Steve makes all the rules.

“I’ll have to think about it, Bucky,” Steve said which caused the younger siblings to groan.

“I think it’ll be fun, dad. We get a little bit of work experience, we’ll be kept busy for a couple weeks, and we can make our own money,” Sasha spoke up and Gwenyd was giving her dad a thumbs up to agree with her older sister.

“I said I’ll think about it, girls,” Steve said sternly while finishing off his cake.

Steve couldn’t help but glare at Bucky throughout the rest of dessert. Something just wasn’t right about Bucky’s abrupt visit. Steve’s wife didn’t seem to care much because she enjoyed getting visitors, but Bucky wasn’t a frequent visitor in their home.

Bucky left Steve soon after Gweyndd was born. He stayed around because Steve needed someone to help take care of Sasha while he was busy breaking in his wife. Steve never told Bucky to leave him after that, he would’ve preferred if Bucky stayed around to be in their lives. However, one morning he took off and never came back, he even went as far as breaking all contact with Steve.

Dessert was over and the kids were helping their mother clean up. Steve offered to help, but the kids hopped right to it, cleaning down the table and loading the dishes into the sink. While they were busy, Steve led Bucky into their family room with a couple beers in his hands.

“So, why are you really here?” Bucky laughed.

“Stevie, I just said I was stopping by. Sasha’s 18th birthday is a pretty big deal. No longer a young girl, but a grown woman,” Steve seethed at his response.

“So after all these years of no contact you just decided to show up again after like everything is okay?” Bucky looked at their surroundings to see if anyone was listening. When the coast was cleared he finally spoke up.

“I had the cops on my ass since that first week. That stupid family next door had cameras showing me getting Y/N to come outside with me. Lucky I convinced Sam to pull those traffic cameras and delete the evidence or we both would’ve been caught.”

“The cops were snooping around and you didn’t think to tell me?” Steve heart rate picked up. He did get questioned by the cops one day, but already rehearsed a solid alibi. Who would've guessed that taking that one drama class in high school gave him solid acting skills.

“I had to lay low. I’m pretty sure they tapped my phone and had P.I.’s following me everywhere I went. Once I was cleared of anything I got a new job and skipped town.”

The case went cold after a few years, Steve guessed that they were trying to pin the disappearance on Bucky, but considering Bucky is standing in front of him today it seems he got off.

“So what do they think happened?” Steve whispered.

“A classic runaway case. The family refuses to accept that she’s gone for good. I got to town every now and then and I hear that the parents go looking for her every night on their own. Everyone gave up on them,” Steve let out a breath of relief. He feared that the cops were still after his wife after all this time. It’s refreshing to find out that the case is really over.

“So, you really taking the kids to the beach?” Bucky smirked already knowing Steve’s response.

“They’ve been hounding me all year that they wanted to get out of the house and do something fun. Had to tell them something to get them off my back.”

“When are you gonna break the news to them?”

“Probably a week before I told them we would go. I’m sure Reid or Joce will do something that’ll make me “change my mind”,” Steve smirked. He really couldn’t risk them going out of the house.

“Why don’t they come with me,” Steve laughed.

“I’m serious, Steve. All that time in the house with the kids, how do you and the missus have any “free time”,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“What we do is none of your business. Plus, I don’t want any of these kids to run their mouths like Sasha did,” Bucky asked what he meant by that. Sweet Sasha would sell out her family like that?

Steve explained the whole situation. She took playing house a little too far and took the kids outside to play. Just as bad luck would have it, the neighbors were also outside when they noticed a bunch of unattended children running around and playing. The nosy bastards kept asking Sasha questions. Did you kids just move in? Where are your parents? You’ve been living here how long?

Fucking CPS got involved and wouldn’t let up on the family. Steve’s wife sure as hell got a punishment of a lifetime. She also had to stay in the basement anytime a social worker would have random visits. Couldn’t risk anything.

To get them off their backs, Steve promised that he would enroll all the children in real schools so they would get more social interaction from their age groups. Yeah, that lasted about a month or two until the social workers stopped coming by. Everyone of them got pulled out of school except for Sasha. She enjoyed learning so much and was already making her way into high school.

It took months of convincing her mother to help her out to convince Steve to let her go to high school. Long nights and heated arguments between the couple was giving Steve major migraines. He finally agreed, but only on a string of strict conditions. Luckily, Sasha was already well behaved at this point so he wasn’t too worried about her fucking up again.

“I think it’ll be a good idea to let the kids come with me. They can learn new things and it’ll get them out of your hair. Think of all the time you and Y/N will have. So much time that you could be giving the kids and new brother or sister,” Steve did perk up at that idea. He has been on his wife for a while now about wanting a new baby, they just aren’t getting many opportunities to try with all the kids around.

Steve thought for a moment, “You’ll make sure they won’t get into any trouble right?”

“I’ll watch them like hawks,” Bucky promised as he saw Sasha coming out of the kitchen to head upstairs.

“Hey daddy, I’m gonna go to bed, but I just wanted to say goodnight. Thank you for a great birthday,” Sasha kissed her father’s cheek.

“It was nice meeting you Bucky,” Bucky smiled at her as she walked upstairs.

“You raised her well, Stevie.”

“Fine,” Bucky was surprised.

“Fine what?”

“You can have the kids help you, but don’t get into anything stupid or I’ll have your head,” Steve threatened as the other children started to come in to say goodnight.

“I’ll be here 8 sharp then,” Bucky got up to leave soon after the kids were getting ready for bed.

Bucky had his own planning to do, and he would make sure he would keep Steve’s word.

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For something that the children were so excited about, they were relieved that helping Bucky out was over.

What they thought was a couple week project turned into the whole summer. A few fights and temper tantrums later and the house was almost done. However, Bucky wouldn’t need their help any longer. Instead, he agreed that he would keep them longer so Steve had a good excuse to say why their trip wasn’t happening this summer. The kids were so upset that their beach trip got canceled, but Bucky made it up to them by buying them ice cream and letting them watch movies all day one day.

Not only did they get endless amounts of ice cream, but they had a new addition to expect in the next 9 months. Yes, their mother got pregnant again with another child. Bucky could tell Sasha was a little upset by this, but the others were thoroughly excited about a new brother or sister joining the family.

The nights got cooler and the days were getting shorter meaning fall was approaching them. Which meant Sasha would finally be able to get back to school. While most kids dreaded going back Sasha didn’t. She loved school, her teachers, classes, and most of all was getting new books. There has never been a kid who enjoyed reading a European World History book more than Sasha Rogers. Also she couldn’t wait to get some peace and quiet away from her brothers and sisters.

“Sash,” Bucky stopped her before she could walk out of his new house.

“Yeah, Buck,” they had grown rather close during this time, almost as if they were long lost friends.

“I got you something. Think of it as a late birthday present,” Bucky pulled out of his back pocket a rectangular device. Sasha had seen them on TV all the time. In fact, she begged for one for so many years, but her father yelled at her to drop it before he got even more angry.

“I’m not supposed to have one of these. Dad will kill me, he’ll kill you,” Bucky laughed and shoved the phone and its box in her hands.

“It’ll be our secret. Hide this in and don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell mom or Gwen, even your friends at school,” Bucky urged her to take it.

“But I can’t pay for it,” Sasha wasn’t allowed to have a job either.

“I’ll take care of everything. Just to make sure we are clear, don’t do anything stupid with this phone. You tell no one about it at all. If I find anything bad on this phone I won’t hesitate to tell your father, understand?” Sasha gulped and shook her head out of fear of what her father would do.

“Uhm, uh, thank you so much Bucky,” Sasha hugged him.

“It’s no problem at all, Sash.”

Now with a phone in her hand and access to contacting her, Bucky had his own plan in motion.

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