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Harder to Breathe

Warnings: this contains dark elements such as noncon and rape, violence, blood, murder, sexism.

This is a dark!fic and explicit.

Character: Norman Osborn/Green Goblin

Synopsis: Your new job at Oscorp comes with many obstacles, not least of which is your boss.

Note: Judge me, I don’t care. But just leave some feedback, ahaha.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

Warning graphics by @its-just-may

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya <3

Working at Oscorp should be your dream job. It pays well and you have a good title. However, you don’t expect the level of competition between the techs. There’s always a degree of comparison between you and your co-workers. As long as you’ve been in the field, you’re often the only woman on a team and your new job is no exception.

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"dick" "pathetic" "moan" "pussy" "desperate" "wet" "needy" "cock"

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okay i thought of like 9 people with this. who does this make y'all think of?

block me on everything and i'm gonna show up in your dreams. hi baby i miss us

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big fan of forcing it in even if it hurts

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i could see this with:

deacon and mercury (blade) myca and top dollar (the crow) peter and paul (funny games) agatha and wanda (mcu)

TW: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, captive reader

gn reader

Thinking about poly yanderes… 

Being held still by one of them, forced to sit between his thick thighs – getting so sick of being outnumbered – feeling so weak, stuck in his muscle-swelled arms keeping you tight against him, wrapped snugly around your torso with your back to his chest while his hands grope your front, locking your own to your sides.

He rests his chin off your shoulder – whispering sweet words laced with mockery as you’re left to quake on his lap, struggling to keep your own pathetic sounds to yourself, having grown tired of screaming to be freed some time ago.

"You're shaking so much, sweetie~” He teases while licking your neck – smirking at how the fight in you, once so wild and untamed, had turned into you trying to restrain yourself in favor of breaking free. Fighting, now instead, to hold yourself back from spiraling until coming undone by the heat surging in your belly. 

Your face, dewy with a thin sheen of sweat, is held steadily in your other captor’s hand, keeping your misty hooded eyes looking up at him, where he leans over you while his other hand plays an eager one-sided game of war between your thighs. 

His mouth ghosts yours with small kisses, and everything smells of his breath as he pours sweet unwanted nothings down your throat. "Oh, y'so sweet in my hand~ so soft on my fingers~" 

It’s as though you can see the sickness in his eyes – leering at you like you're something he wants to devour.

“Don’t be shy~ show us how pretty you are when you cum~” He continued cooing.

“You know you want to~” The other accomplice added hot and damp right at your ear – just as amused as his partner. “Come on, baby~ show us~”

You whined, pathetically trying to wrench your face away from their pestering – overheated and overwhelmed – thighs shuddering around the stimulation, wherein the distress you wanted nothing more but to close your legs.

But the one behind you had them both hooked and spread beneath his, keeping you still and accepting of the one in front’s brazen touches.

You pinch your eyes close and bite your lip, not wanting it but feeling it take you nonetheless.

“No, no, no~” One of them tuts then, his mouth on your cheek catching tears. “Don’t look away, Angelface~ Keep your eyes on me~” He begs with fingers curled around your jaw, nuzzling your nose with his while pressing his forehead flat against your sweaty one. 

You whimper, and his thumb swirls over that place you're most sensitive. Cracking a splitting smile when you buck your hips in response.

“So close, buttercup~” He simpers before dragging his hot tongue from your chin to your temple. And you sob, thinking it’s just too cruel how your body decides to react to it. 

The knot within you seizes up, coiled so tight and stretched so thin it snaps – leaving you to throw your head back against the chest behind you – moaning out while they watch you gush for them with a shared smile on both their faces.

BNHA – DabiHawks, ShinKami, BakuDeku, ShigaDabi, TodoDeku, KiriBaku

JJK – SatoSugu, Toji x Shiu, Mahito x Kenjaku, Sukuna x Yuji

HQ – Miya twins, IwaOi,

BLLK – NagiReo

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Can you write the Juggernaut x reader in another life kinda thing please?

this blog is exclusively for darkfic themes. however, i would be willing to write that on my horror blog: @ariana-maryse

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Do you still do thirteen ghosts x reader

i do. you'll find everyone i write for here

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Tooth Fairy [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: Tooth Fairy [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: Mahito wants to play dentist. Who are you to deny him? Especially when he’s strapped you to the chair and won’t let you leave. 

For Horrorfest request: mahito + dentophobia! 

Word Count: 2642

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, dental/mouth torture, blood, pain, physical torture, did I mention dental torture

“I’ve always found human teeth interesting.”

Above you, Mahito looms, eyes dilated with a sadistic eagerness that sends tight coldness shooting down your stomach. He grins down at you, his own teeth white and gleaming, and then pivots back to mess with unseen tools that clatter with clinking, metal sounds that send fear jolting through you.

“They shouldn’t be sharp enough to hurt, but they can be.” He giggles, the sound too loud in the small room you’re in. “I know from firsthand experience. Boy, humans like to bite when they’re scared.” He hums softly. “But I suppose that’s what Geto would call ‘animal’ instinct, isn’t it?”

You don’t answer. You don’t want to indulge him in this new, sudden sick twisted game he wants to play. Game… even the thought comes out all bitter and twisted. This isn’t a game. Not to you. To him, yes, like all things are… kidnapping and pain and outright murder. To you, it is nothing of the sort.

All of it–the sounds and lights and Mahito’s eyes and words and the unmistakable sound of tools being placed on a tray–makes you want to run far and fast. But you can’t run. You can’t even move. Not when you’re strapped to the dental chair, thick leather straps tight across your arms and legs and your forehead, keeping you from doing so much as turning away from the harsh light–and Mahito’s stare–above you.

“Please,” you mumble, quiet, terrified. You want to scream. But that would involve opening your mouth far more than you’re comfortable doing right now. So instead you keep it quiet, barely opening your lips. “Please don’t hurt me.”

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hi! i was looking at you’re possessed! josh imagine and i felt in love with it. i was wondering if you could make something else with him, maybe nsfw?

maybe like parker takes over his body to get to reader because he likes her. kinda similar to what you wrote if that makes sense.

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it <3

Just to clarify - do you want this to be just dubcon style, or noncon? Are there any specific prompts you'd like me to use?

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Kusuriuri (Medicine Seller) Masterlist

Prompt: "It hurts." "You'll get used to it."

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Pairing: Kusuriuri x AFAB!Reader

Prompt: "It hurts," "You'll get used to it."

Requested By: This is pure self indulgence

Warnings: Smut. Dubcon/slight noncon. Sex pollen(ish.) Slight drugging. P in v sex.

The Medicine Seller had been experimenting lately; mixing together tonics and herbs to create new concoctions for various uses. There was one he was particularly interested in trying - one that used pollen from a flower he'd encountered. It caused quite... unique effects. When he smelled it, it made his blood race and his temperature rise. It brought out a certain... aggression that he was unable to easily sate on his own.

'How fun,' he thought. A mischievous glimmer was in his eyes as he cleaned himself off. He knew exactly who his test subject would be once he mixed the pollen with some other ingredients. He wanted to elongate the effects, for certain. He'd make sure that you felt the full force of his creation.

He'd met you a few years prior; living in one of the biggest cities he'd ever been to and working to support yourself. He had come to do a job - destroy a mononoke that was pestering your employer. He found you interesting - and quite attractive. He caught himself staying near to you; taking in the smell of your skin and the way your mouth moved when you spoke. He came back to visit between jobs; always very briefly. Each time he would try to get closer to you; to touch your hand, to hold it. To keep your attention on him, always.

Kusu wasted no time once he felt his mixture was complete. He arrived in your city, and went straight to where he knew you'd be. You greeted him with a hug, and he greedily held you close. He relished the feeling of your body against his, reminding himself that soon you'd be much closer than that, as he pulled away.

"Y/N. I'd like you to meet me tonight. Here."

He handed you a key to a local inn. It was known for its solitude - huts spaced apart, rather than up against each other. He took note of your surprise. He knew it was more straightforward that you might expect, but he was pleased when you agreed.

"I'll be waiting," he gave you a sly grin before he left. He could hear your coworkers whispering to you as he departed - and the giggles that followed.

Kusuriuri offered you a drink when you came into his room; he had various teas and sake. He prepared your selection for you, and gestured for you to have a seat. There was a table in the room, and cushions for seating.

The two of you chatted a while during your first drinks. He mostly listened; eyes focused on you and a small smirk ever present on his lips. When he went to refill your cups, he added something to each; for him, of course, his pollen mixture. And for you - just a slight tonic to make your body more... accepting of him, so to speak.

He saw your nose scrunch up at your drink. It was only slightly more bitter, but you drank it nonetheless. Soon after your cups were empty, the effects began to take place. Kusu could feel the change within himself; the racing pulse, quickened breath, and the incredible aching below. He knew you could see it, too. The way his pupils dilated as he moved toward you.

"Are you okay?" you asked, and he could see the flush in your cheeks that told him all he needed to know. It was sweet of you to check on him, he thought briefly. But the thought was erased straight away, and he was on you.

He was on his hands and knees in front of you, and he pushed his lips onto yours hungrily. Initially, you moved back. He didn't hesitate to kiss you again, bringing one hand up to hold your head in place. You squirmed slightly against him, but he forced his tongue into your mouth. He relished in the taste; the feel of every ridge and bump in your open mouth. He wanted to touch every inch of you, taste every inch of you.

Kusu pushed you back onto the floor, laying on top of you as his mouth moved to kiss your cheek, then your neck. He heard your breath quake as he nipped at the sensitive flesh where your neck met your shoulder.

He sat up, and moved quickly to remove your clothing. You were unsure why, but you had never been so wet in your life. That didn't stop your anticipation. You didn't even know his real name. You thought you should protest, but it's like you were frozen. You didn't assist him, but you didn't stop him while he tore the fabric off of you, then himself.

Kusu spared just a moment to rake his eyes over your body. He felt a hunger that he'd never before felt. Perhaps once the pollen wore off, he'd worship you as he wanted to. But for now, he had to be inside you.

He was back on top of you quickly, lining himself up at your entrance. "Wait, I-" your protest was ignored, and he bottomed out in one stroke. A shriek left you, while a contented sigh escaped from him. He used one hand to balance himself over you, and the other to lift your leg to his waist.

Despite your body's readiness, it didn't stop the pain of the sudden intrusion. He was rocking his hips right away, giving you no time to adjust to him.

"Stop! It hurts!"

Kusu leaned down and moaned into your ear before he replied, "you'll get used to it" in his typical, monotone voice.

He didn't relent. Though your moans and mewls were pained, he drank in the sounds of them and they spurred him on. He was panting and a sheen of sweat covered him as he rutted into you relentlessly; the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and Kusu kissed the sides of your face before returning his lips to your own, now coated in the salty liquid.

He could feel himself coming close to climax, and he lifted himself up more, leaving room for the hand that had been holding your leg to go between and massage your tender clit. You were slowly adjusting to the feeling of his cock, and the two sensations together made your moans shift in tone.

"Told ya," Kusu remarked, grinning down at you as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

He came inside you, lamenting at the speed with which it happened. But he wasn't done yet. He pulled out of you then sat back and reached for the cushion that you'd been sitting on. You thought that it might be over, so you moved to get away from him. He didn't seem bothered by this as he adjusted the cushion on a different spot on the floor. As you were moving away, he grabbed you and pulled you back, placing you face down with your lower abdomen on the cushion.

He was on you again in seconds, pushing into you from behind. He was still hard, and his nails dug into your hip as he filled your cunt once more. In a desperate attempt to make him stop, you reached your arm around to try to grab at him. He removed his hand from your hip and interlaced his fingers with yours, placing it back down on the ground.

His thrusts were more intentional now; harder, deeper, and slower than before. The pain had subsided almost entirely, and was replaced by delicious pleasure. At this angle, Kusu's cock was driving into you so delectably that you couldn't stop the noises that came out of you. Satisfied that you were going to be compliant, Kusu removed his hands from yours so he could move any stray hair to the side, allowing him full access to your shoulders and neck. He leaned down to bite into your neck, letting out a low groan at the gasp that escaped your lips.

Without breaking contact, Kusu sat up on his knees, commanding that you do the same. He needed to touch you; needed to make you scream for him - not in agony, but in rapture. He brought his fingers to your mouth, tracing your lips before coaxing them open. He put two fingers inside, coating them in saliva before he brought them down to massage your clit. His circles were methodical - just enough pressure to make your cunt squeeze around him. Enough to tease, so that you would beg him for more.

His other hand explored every curve and contour of your body, pressing into your hips before he dragged his nails up your side, causing you to shiver. He toyed with your breasts - pinching your nipples and massaging the tender tissue. Even his mouth was put to work - sucking on your earlobes and neck.

He moved back, and used his exploring hand to tug at your hair so that you'd twist your head around so he could kiss you again. He matched the thrusts of his tongue into your mouth with the thrusts of his cock into your cunt. You moaned into his mouth, and he into yours.

Soon you found the pooling of pleasure gathered below. Kusu could feel it, and continued his ministrations on your body as you tightened around him. He removed his mouth from yours, but kept your face close as your orgasm claimed you. You grabbed onto his hip and he moved his hand from your hair to wrap around your chest, keeping you steady as he fucked you through your climax. The sounds you made would echo in his head for years to come.

He thrusted into you faster then, and allowed you to fall forward onto your hands and knees. He leaned over so his chest was still against your back, and continued to flick your sensitive clit as he forced another orgasm from you, coming inside you again as you shuddered and moaned.

Kusu pulled out of you again, watching as you slumped down to the floor. He ran his hand across your cheek, grinning as he watched you try to recover.

"We're not done yet," he said. He chuckled low in his throat as your eyes widened.

Your night had only just begun.

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Hello, my darling! 👋🏻

May I please request yandere f/o bingo cards for my beloved Ellie Bixler from Evil Dead Rise? 🙏🏻

Could I please get one card for human!Ellie and one card for deadite!Ellie? I would love to see your opinions on both of her states of existence. ☺️

Thank you x 🖤🩸

anything for you~

human!Ellie:

and deadite!Ellie

both of em got a bingo!

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Unohana's mask slipping just a little and having a moment of lust overtake her instead of bloodlust for the first time with her Darling. Like they're being gentle with each other, lightly kissing and stroking over each other's robes, but the instant Unohana feels Darling's teeth and nails against her skin she cracks. That beast she's kept tamed for so long comes out in a way she wasn't expecting, since she only ever reveled in battle before now. This though, it's a battle of a different kind, and that monster in her can't help but reemerge.

Her eyes shine and she shocks Darling when she pins them down and kisses, BITES, every inch of skin. If Darling doesn't know Unohana's past, they're so confused and even scared as Unohana devours them: roughly drilling against their clit while pistoning two fingers into their cunt, throwing them down while tribbing them and pinning their arms when they try to squirm away from overstimulation, cumming with a sadistic smile when she sees Darling pass out from exhaustion and feels their dripping cunt twitch underneath her...

Darling wakes up to Unohana healing them while stroking and caressing their nude body with that usual gentle smile. She apologizes to Darling for getting a little too "excited" last night, insisting that she doesn't usually act on her instincts like that anymore. "You just looked so vulnerable last night. I felt like a wolf, and there was a rabbit rubbing its face against my fangs. Normally I'm much more composed, but...ah well. I'll always be here to heal you and treasure you."

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Happy Holidays to you! Please🙏 yandere choso or getou?

Thank you and Happy Holidays to you as well!! Sweet Getou seems to get a lot of attention, so I will quench your thirst with Pretty Choso~ Also, I apologize for the wait ^^; Love ya! <3

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Warnings: gender neutral reader, yandere behavior, kidnapping, blood, stalking, mentions of death, non-sexual body worship, threat of dismemberment, reader isn’t aware of how his powers work

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If you hadn’t kept your window unlocked that night, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe if you had done more to protect yourself through your friends or being around demons, maybe he wouldn’t have been able to touch you. If you were stronger, he wouldn’t have been able to drag you from everything you’ve known for his own selfish desires.

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He eyes you from outside, a yawn from his mouth hitting the glass and frustratingly fogging it up. You were vulnerable here in your own home. You felt safe… and that’s exactly what he wants. Choso wants to come to you with grace and dignity, hoping that you will just accept your fate and come to him willingly. He shakily sighs, impatiently waiting to feel your warm skin in his hands. To kiss your pretty lips and your soft, untouched throat would be heaven on Earth for him. He was afraid, however, because he hadn’t been able to sleep well in ages. If- no, when he holds you for the first time, he might fall asleep right on top of you. He considers this more, and finally accepts it as a comfortable situation that he would put himself in. No more daydreaming, time to make it a reality!

It was time for you to come to him.

You gasp as he enters your apartment from the window. The darkness outside should have told you that no one was coming to help, but you didn’t care about that at the moment. You were occupied by the strange man with the black mark across the bridge of his nose, who was staring at you with the deadliest gaze you’ve ever witnessed. His sharp eyes were locked onto your form as if waiting for you to run. You were frozen in place, your feet glued to the floor, your heart banging against your ribs.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” You hear him mumble. He stalks closer to you as you take in his form. You quickly scramble backward, abandoning your task of putting books away on the tall shelf that you keep in your living room.

“Come here…” He calls to you, holding a hand out as if he was expecting you to take it. He takes a step forward, prompting you to move further away from him.

His eyes make him look so uninterested, although you see his hand shake as he holds it out to you.

“Come.”

He speaks, his voice booming through your apartment. It shakes you to your core as tears begin to leak from your eyes.

“I won’t say it again.”

His voice softens, but his authoritative presence is enough to make you feel nauseous.

He sighed. Before coming into your apartment, he swore that he would not use his powers against you. He was slowly regretting that promise because you were being so unnecessarily difficult.

He rushed you, giving you no time to react.

Soon, you were down on the floor, breathing shallow from the swift knockout that you received. Choso kneeled down to you and leaned in close to your lips. They looked so soft and kissable…

No. He has to wait until you’re awake. You should be awake to bear witness to the consummation of his love for you.

He alone could hold you, kiss you, and be one with you like a lover. It was his duty to protect you and guard you from the dangers of the world. If you could just smile and accept his love for you, then it would all be okay!

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At last, Choso finally had you home!

He was excited, but also exhausted.

You looked so comfy, lying on his bed...

Maybe... he could lay on your soft-looking tummy?

Or your pretty thighs? They seemed very pillow-like and comfortable.

That would be rude without your permission!

But then again...

You are his now, so that doesn’t matter! He gets to hold you and sleep on you whenever he wants!

With this in mind, he climbed onto the bed with you and slowly rested his head on your plush thighs. The man sighed in content. Your softness cradled him so wonderfully. You are truly an angel descended from heaven itself. He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, slowly shutting and pulling him into the most comfortable sleep of his life.

He could definitely get used to this.

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Hours pass before your eyes open, immediately noticing the sound asleep man lying on your legs. His mouth was slightly open, his deep breaths the only sound occupying the room. You whimper as you attempt to push him off of you, pressing your palm onto his head and pushing up. At the feeling of you, one of Choso’s eyes slowly crack open and stare at you. He slowly sits up, drinking in you figure as he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer.

“You’re awake…” He whispers, his free hand rubbing your thigh as he snakes his way up your body. His nose finally rests on your cheek as he takes a deep whiff of your smell, sighing shakily at your scent. “God, you smell divine…” He comments. He kisses your cheek gently.

Your stomach churns. This was it. You were going to die at the hands of a psychopath. You shut your eyes tightly, letting his hands wander your body.

You squeal and kick when he slithers his hand up under your shirt. His hands were cold as he runs his calloused fingers up your spine. You feel him move up and rest his legs over yours as he traces each vertebra of your spinal column.

“You’re just... so pretty...” He sighs. “I’ve always wanted to touch you like this...”

Your eyes shoot open.

Always wanted...? Has he been watching you?

Were you not just some late-night choice to take?

Your breathing quickens as Choso takes his time running his tongue over where your jugular vein is located, humming softly into your throat.

“I wonder if you like this too... Or if you’re just afraid.” He almost solemnly muses. “I know that this isn’t the most ideal situation, but I just couldn’t take it anymore... I had to touch you.” He shakes as he confesses.

Your eyebrows furrow. That means that he’s been watching you for at least a bit.

Choso sighs again and adjusts himself lower down your body, mistakenly giving you the perfect opportunity to attack. You swiftly kick your leg up, your foot digging into his abdomen. A small “oof” flies from Choso’s mouth as you wiggle from his grasp. You bound away from the bed and rush to the door at the front of the room. You have no plan, but that didn’t matter now.

Something warm suddenly wrapped around your body like a rope, tightening with each move you made to escape. You looked down and saw a red string-like substance wrapping around you. Choso made his way over to you, leaning down to speak to you with his face inches from yours. He sighed, disappointed.

“Why did you try to run? You should have known that I would have gotten to you.” He droned, still looking as uninterested as ever. You screamed as loudly as you could as he picked you up, bringing you back to the bed.

“I didn’t want to have to chain you up... But now you leave me no choice.”

He unravels the red ropes (which smelled a lot like iron) and sits right on top of you. You scream louder as he pulls chains out from the bedposts and locks the metal rings around your wrists. He shushes you and leans in, kissing your lips to quiet you down. You kick as hard as you can, but unfortunately with Choso, you can never pull the same move twice.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll cut them off.” He growls into your ear. He dives back to devouring your lips as tears run down your face at his threat. Choso’s hands run up your sides, moaning softly into your mouth.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulls away and presses his forehead to yours.

“I love you... okay?” He whispers. “I love you so much... You drive me crazy.” He breathes heavily, inhaling your scent as he speaks. You whimper as his fingers sharply dig into your sides.

“You love me too, right? Right?”

You nod quickly, whimpering at the pain. He hummed in approval of your answer, shifting himself to lay next to you. He buries his nose into your neck, softly rubbing your tummy in a comforting fashion. You assume that he is trying to get you to go to sleep with him, and you close your eyes to appease him.

Soon, your exhaustion overtakes you. The last thing you feel is Choso’s lips touching your neck as you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Enjoy the holidays! Thanks for reading!~ <3

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Edward Nashton Masterlist

Prompt: "It's been so hard to love you from the shadows."

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Pairing: Edward Nashton x Reader

Prompt: "It's been so hard to love you from the shadows."

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Stalking, delusional thoughts, surveillance, restraint.

Hyper vigilance was something anyone in Gotham had to practice to stay safe. Keys between your fingers when you walk to your car, or a taser at the ready. Never distracted, always focused on those around you. Some might consider that paranoia, but anyone who lived there knew that that was how you survived.

Eddie admired that trait. Especially when he watched you – so focused on looking out for criminals. Not that he'd let anything happen to you, of course. He was always watching, even if you didn't know it. He wouldn't blame you if you didn't notice it. Eddie thought of himself like background noise. Another face among many in the crowded streets. It was a good thing, he thought, to blend into this sea of nobodies that you had to pass through to make it home. If you didn't see him, then neither would anyone hoping to harm you.

Then one day his thoughts turned. Perhaps you knew he was there; your silent guardian. Always a few paces behind. Always in the shadows when you stopped for dinner, or to meet with friends. He liked your friends. They were funny. They made you laugh. They watched your drink when you'd leave the table. Did you know he was there, too? He felt hopeful. Then your eyes met his for one shining moment and he knew. You were aware of him all along. Eddie had to cover his mouth to keep from making a scene. Others couldn't notice him – not like you did, anyway, or you wouldn't be safe. You knew he was there. You knew he was following behind. You knew he watched from outside your home. And he knew that if you wanted him to stop, you would've made him. After all, he saw that you were always prepared for some criminal or thief to bother you. You hadn't turned that taser on him. You wanted him to follow you.

You looked at him again when you stopped for breakfast on your way to work two weeks later. A smile. A secret smile only for him. It was different than the polite smile you would grant passing strangers. He could tell. You meant to smile at him. You knew him. Your guardian. Your shadow. Your Eddie.

He took it further, then. He left you surprises and treats; sometimes in your mailbox, or in front of your door. You knew they were from him, he was certain. He knew what you liked. He knew your favorite color, favorite snacks. He knew what you wore to bed, and what type of toothpaste you used. He knew when you were running low on something, and started to replace things. After all, he'd already made a spare key for himself. He knew that you left your keys visible to him so he could do so. And the cameras, too. They were secret, but how could he keep you safe unless he knew what was happening around you at all times?

Maybe he crossed a line when he started leaving things for you inside your home. You sounded panicked while you were on the phone with a friend. Did he not make it clear enough that it was from him? It was time. Eddie had to take things up a notch. It wasn't enough to be behind you. He had to be beside you now - to reassure you that there was no danger. It was only him. It was your Eddie taking care of you.

He rushed over; staying hidden until he was inside. He was very practiced at moving silently. He brought some things with him - tape and rope and the like. He knew he wouldn't need it, but it was already in his coat. That's what he told himself, anyway. He waited for you to notice him - to see him standing just out of sight. He didn't want to frighten you, so he waited. He expected relief, and joy. When you reached for something heavy, telling him to get out, he was confused.

"Y/N..." he whispered softy.

It was tough for him to restrain you. He didn't want to cause you any harm, but the more you fought him the more angry he got. He didn't understand the things you were saying, or the way you swung at him, ready to hit. Why would you do that? You were being irrational. He had to calm you down.

He got you, at last, tied sloppily to one of the kitchen cabinets. It wasn't ideal, but he needed you to hear him. To understand him. He was straddling your legs to keep you from kicking. You'd been yelling, but he didn't want to cover your mouth. He had a plan. It was fine if others heard you.

"It's been so hard to love you from the shadows," he whispered as he leant in close, a trembling hand reaching for your face.

"Who are you?"

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