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I have a yandere Marcus prompt for your dark Superstore needs XD Of course, as always, feel free to ignore this if you don't feel it ^^

How about Yandere!Older!Marcus White x Younger!Naive!Co-Worker!Reader who invites Marcus to see a band she loves with them since they got the tickets and no one else wants to go with them and like hell is she gonna let this opportunity fly by! 😅 Marcus says hell yeah, because obviously- no.1, he's actually being invited somewhere. 2. It's Y/N, and 3. It's a rock concert, so Y/N'll we're something hot right?? 😅

WELL it's all great until they get there and Marcus realises Y/N has a huge schoolgirl crush on the lead singer/guitarist/whatever. He gets so moody and mean about it, and Y/N doesn't know what she's done to make him like this (did she accidentally insult him?? Did she say something wrong?? Is he not feeling well?? Oh no ): ), until she follows him worriedly out of the pit/stands to a more quiet area near the port-a-potties and Marcus reveals his true colours. Makes her his. (Doesn't need to be in a smutty way, I know you don't really like writing nsfw 👍 ^^)

!! I hope you like this and it's dark enough! 😅 I read your rules but please let me know if anything is wrong. Also if you just don't vibe with it, don't sweat it! ^^ Have a good one 👍 (by the way you have tooootally got Marcus back on my mind again now 🤔😏 haha XD )

ahhh hello bestie! thank you so much for this ask! i’m so sorry for literally the almost year-long wait 😭😭 i hope you like it and i hope i got Marcus back on your mind! lmk what you think ❤️❤️

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The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

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Hai hope your well I thought you might be able to help me with something (if not it’s okay don’t feel obligated to do it) but I’ve been having some trouble trying to find some dark blogs I’ll type dark blog x reader or dark blog reader and honestly nothing really good comes up do you perhaps know any way to make the search’s a little easier to find dark blog writing type of stuff hopefully that makes sense have a good day/night ☺️

hello! of course, i'd love to help :) i would definitely narrow it down to a specific fandom or character you're looking for. there's actually a good amount of writers out there that write dark/yandere content for certain fandoms, they just don't get many requests.

so definitely check the masterlists and rules, and don't be afraid to ask if someone is willing to write dark or yandere content. it's honestly one of the best ways i've found :)

many writers are nervous about just coming outright and writing dark x reader content, since there's a lot of haters out there. but if you express an interest, they'll realize they aren't alone.

when you're searching, use the specific character or fandom name and don't be afraid to move things around. use keywords, too. if you're looking for the bear or carmy fics, you'll want to search "dark carmy berzatto x reader", "yandere the bear", "dark the bear x reader", "yandere carmy berzatto", etc.

let me know if you have any more questions :) i hope this helps!

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Hi bestie! I love your content so much! Do you have any other account recommendations that write similar content to yours? I’m having trouble finding any. Thank you 🩷

hello! thank you so much, you’re so sweet! ❤️

the three blogs I know of (and love!) who write for dark/yandere Law and Order: Special Victims Unit (SVU) are @rafaslittleboy, @indifferent-depravity and @reareaotaku !!

if anyone knows of any other ones, or if anyone is open to writing dark or yandere svu, let me know and i’ll shout you out! :)

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I don’t think you’ve ever got this kind of ask? But what if (yandere!suv men) the darling successfully got an abortion and left them before they got home?

OOOH this is so interesting. especially because it implies somehow you managed to outsmart them enough to get an abortion AND escape.

warnings: abortion, guilt, forced intimacy and abuse

All four of the men (Mike Dodds, Nick Amaro, Sonny Carisi and Rafael Barba) are obviously not going to just let you go that easily. Alerts will be sent around the city and to every NYPD precinct, cameras will be monitored, no stone will be left unturned.

But I think there might be some different reactions to the abortion once the men find you and bring you home (because they will. don't doubt it.)

Sonny Carisi will be heartbroken. He's going to drag you to church with him at least three times a week, forcing you to participate in confession and beg God for his forgiveness for killing your innocent baby. He's going to force you to spend more time with his family so you feel even more guilty, too.

Nick Amaro and Rafael Barba will be so mad that they will likely get physical with you. How dare you run away from them and abort their child? Expect punishments, loss of privileges, being ignored, and they will also force themselves on you in an aggressive, abusive way.

Mike Dodds will probably be more sensitive to your pain, wanting to make things better for you so you don't try and run away again or get another abortion. He wants that perfect family, though, and he is going to get it no matter what.

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What do you think Collin would do if she turned down his proposal? Like he proposed with Penelope

If we're talking dark!Colin, he would definitely find a way to force your hand. Whether seducing you or manipulating you with the help of his brothers, he isn't letting you get away so quickly.

If it's a more... regular Colin, he would probably trail you like a puppy until you get tired of him and agree. He knows you belong together.

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Why do u always write carmy from the bear as a rapist? I would implore you to ask yourself if you would write Sydney in this way, have her rape the reader or is it just men.

as you can see, most of my posts are requested by readers. if someone requested that, yes, i would be open to trying to write it. also most rapists are men. and these are fictional dark fanfiction pieces so 🤷‍♀️

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Y Tú, Mamá? Part 2 - Yandere!Lalo Salamanca x reader

part one linked here

summary: you wake up in a strange place and Lalo is the first person you see.

warnings: kidnapping, forced restraint

tags: @jaythegreat @gothams-gotchya @oceandolores @matt-lipstick @joonie7007 @mavericksicybabe

author’s note: the two year wait is finally over! sorry it’s so short. if anyone has any more ideas on how to continue this or what they’d like to see, please let me know! :)

Your evil, sadistic and wickedly smart husband had eyes on you every moment of every day.

And, in your momentary lapse of judgement, you had forgotten that. Lalo never let you out of his sight without a few of his men keeping eyes on you and his precious daughter.

After calling Saul’s girlfriend and setting up a meeting, you walked with Leticia hand-in-hand out to your car.

Before you even knew what was happening, Lalo’s men grabbed you and threw a bag over your head. The last sound you heard was Lettie screaming as your world went dark.

—

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and children giggling. As you looked around the room, something about it was strangely familiar.

The mix of Southwestern and Mexican artwork, the patchwork quilt on the bed, even the view of the countryside outside of the window.

You looked down at the chains binding you to the bed and realized that this was Lalo’s house in Chihuahua. You were in Mexico.

“Good morning, my love,” Lalo cooed as he opened the bedroom door, a glass of water in his hand.

His unmistakable musk followed him, expensive cologne of tobacco and leather. Your body shook with fear each time he took a step closer.

“Lalo… why are we here? Where’s Lettie?”

“Lettie is fine, she’s with Abuelita and her cousins. Now, are you going to apologize?” your husband said, an edge to his tone.

He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow as he stares at you. You try your hardest to sit up, chains rattling as your limbs move.

“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Lalo! I haven’t been able to see my family in years and your family hates me! You treat me like a pet! I’m tired of it!”

“How hard this is for you? Mi amor, I take care of everything for you. You do not have to work. You do not slave away. You simply watch after and grow our little ones,” he stated, taking a step closer.

“I never wanted this, Lalo,” you sighed, tears building up in your eyes.

“So I should’ve left you there, frying chicken for Gustavo? Suffering, struggling to get by?” he scoffed, shaking his head at how stupid you were.

“I don’t want to argue anymore, I’m tired and I’m cramping,” you groaned, trying to adjust and allow your stomach to rest comfortably. Your child seemed to be kicking up a storm in there.

Lalo walked up to you, eyes bearing into yours, and leans in to kiss you on the lips.

“Eduardo Junior should be here soon,” he says with a smile and a gentle rub on your stomach.

“Lettie’s gonna be so excited,” you say softly, trying to crack a smile.

Giving birth to your daughter at nineteen was a traumatic experience, to say the least. Especially with the way Lalo had kept you locked up.

And now, looking down at your chains, you suspected you would be put back under strict watch, though now he had his entire family to keep watch over you.

“Are you feeling okay?” Lalo asked, forehead wrinkling in concern. Before you could respond, he sat down next to you on the bed, resting his hand on the swell of your stomach.

“Yeah, I just— Lalo, do you think you might let me see my family sometime? I want them to meet Lettie and—“

“Mi amor, your family is right here in Mexico. Now, it will be so much easier to see Abuelita, the cousins, and all our nieces and nephews,” he smiled, gently rubbing your baby bump again.

“Lalo,” you said gently, “I want to go back to New Mexico. We can’t stay here, the kids—“

“The kids will love it here. Lettie’s Spanish will improve, they can be around family. I can protect all four of us better out here, hm?”

Lalo looked at you expectantly, and you knew in that moment that you will not be returning to the United States anytime soon. Lalo, the father and husband, always had the last word.

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Can you write a Carmy yandere where he's obsessed with the store owner next door and breaks into breaks into her apartment wearing a mask?

posted here, i hope you enjoy :)

[noellawrites]

Girl Next Door - yandere!Carmy Berzatto x reader

summary: Carmy becomes obsessed with the sweet coffee shop owner next door.

warnings: stalking, masochism, breaking and entering, nudity, masturbation mention.

The coffee shop had appeared seemingly overnight. Or maybe Carmy just hadn’t noticed until you knocked on the door to The Bear with a big coffee traveler and an even bigger smile.

“Hello! My name is (y/n) and I own the coffee shop next door, River North Roastery!” you said without prompting once Carmy opened the door.

Carmy nodded in recognition, vaguely remembering Mikey and Richie talking about some cute young woman taking over the shop a few years back.

Your sunny disposition and high energy levels at seven o’clock in the morning were astonishing. Carmy hated it, but had to respect it.

You handed him the cardboard traveler and it weighed down his arm, causing him to set it down next to the door. You lingered in the doorway and continued speaking to Carmy.

“I just wanted to bring this by for you and your employees, since you’re all working so hard. Your brother would be really proud. I remember when I started working next door and he’d come in for a black americano, small. Really sweet guy,” you babbled on as Carmy remained silent.

“Uh, thanks,” he finally mustered, looking up and finally seeing your face. You were young, a few years younger than him, and you looked at him as if waiting for some sort of approval.

“You’re so welcome! And let me know if you need any help,” you said with a smile.

Carmy watched, entranced as you turned and walked next door back to your own establishment.

You stayed on his mind for the rest of the day, so unaffected that he could only nod as the rest of the crew talked about you.

"She's been there for a few years, wasn't always the owner though. Coffee's good but expensive," Marcus explained.

"Yeah, I think it's a family business of some sort. She definitely didn't build that place from the ground up. She's such a sweetheart though," Sugar recalls from the few times she'd been in your shop.

A flash of irritation ran through Carmy. It must've been nice, inheriting a family business that wasn't in fucking shambles. Not having to gut the place from the inside out, fish through stacks of improperly stored documents and pay thousands in back-taxes.

"I think she's around my age. I remember reading that story about her in Edible Chicago. She's championing sustainable coffee bean farming or something like that," Sydney piped up.

"Yeah, she's a nice piece of ass. I think Mikey tried to hit it, but of course she was creeped out, fuckin' Mikey. I would'a tapped that too," Richie chuckled.

A chorus of "ew, Richie!" and "ugh, gross!" rang out, causing Richie to put his hands up in surrender and leave to go smoke outside.

All this talk was pissing off Carmy even more. You seemed to have the perfect setup, managing a thriving business barely into your 20's. He'd bet anything that you didn't have to deal with someone like Chef Fields breathing down your neck, either.

He decided to do what he did best, though. Push his feelings down so deep that they had no choice but to eventually come out, even more toxic and volatile than before.

—

Another day passed with Carmy's thoughts only able to focus on you. The curiosity plagued him so deeply that at half past eight, the only thing he could do was walk over and order a coffee.

Blessedly, you were at the register, smiling and talking to customers as if they were friends.

As the line progressed, Carmy moved up towards you. When it was his turn, he stood right on the other side of the counter. Your eyes brightened and Carmy's eyes darted around, looking anywhere but at you.

"Oh my gosh, hi! It's Carmy, right? I'm so happy you came in. How are the renovations going?" you asked, smiling.

"Uh, it's goin' alright. Thanks again for the coffee, the team appreciated it," Carmy found himself saying.

"I'm so glad! What can I get started for you?" you asked, looking Carmy right in the eyes. Did you really have to do that?

"I'll, uh, take whatever my brother used to get,' Carmy answered, dropping his eyes the floor.

"Okay, perfect. Anything else I can get for you?"

"Nah, just the coffee."

"Alright, Mr. Berzatto! I'll have that ready at the end of the counter," you say kindly, signaling to the opposite side.

"Uh, how much?" Carmy said awkwardly, reaching into his pocket where he's stuffed a few bills.

"Oh don't worry, it's on me today! And here, I hope to see you again soon," you wink, handing him a frequent customer card with one punch on it.

—

Carmy had hoped the coffee would be disgusting. He dreamed about pouring it down the front of you, soaking your clothes in steaming liquid and watching you cry. He shook the thought away when he realized it sounded like something Chef Fields would do. But maybe that was part of the appeal.

And as much as he hated it, the black americano was the best he'd ever had.

Every night, Carmy was always the last to leave. He sometimes even slept in the office, slumped in the ratty office chair, head resting on the cold tabletop.

But tonight, he had a plan.

Tonight Sugar was the last to leave, asking an annoying amount of times if Carmy was okay. His big sister could tell that something was off, but she would never find out just what it was.

He pulled on a baseball hat, shoving an old ski mask in his empty pocket and locking up the restaurant.

Carmy loitered in the alley across the street for at least thirty minutes, watching you rush around to close up the shop. He must’ve chain smoked at least eight cigarettes while he waited.

Then, at last, you exited the shop, locking it behind you and saying your goodbyes to the older male barista who’d helped you close.

You started on your way to the closest L train stop, jacket and purse pulled close to your body.

Carmy followed about five yards behind, making sure he could still see you while not being close enough to freak you out.

Carmy managed to slide into the same train car as you. He took a seat in the way back, head down to hide his face under his baseball cap.

He watched you, calm and happy, and realized he was finally submitting to his urges. Since the moment he’d seen you, he knew what he wanted. He wanted to see you scared, vulnerable, all your confidence gone. And he was so close now.

Before long, you got off at your stop so Carmy did, too. You didn’t live too far away from the stop, above a Chinese restaurant.

Carmy watched from a distance, waiting for you to click on a light so he’d know which apartment you lived in. He toyed with the bobby pins in his pocket; he could pick locks, but was slow at it. Mikey had always made fun of him for that.

You clicked on your light and Carmy’s plan sprung into action. He entered through the (blessedly unlocked) side stairs beside the restaurant, taking extra care to avoid any loud footfalls.

He had to remain extra quiet as he worked the bobby pins inside your lock. It seemed as though you were taking a shower, as he could hear the heavy pattering of water, but he couldn’t be too sure.

It took a few minutes but he was in. The apartment was so utterly you. You had a custom coffee stand complete with a thousand-dollar espresso machine and a variety of what looked like homemade syrups and extracts.

You had warm lighting, large rugs, everything seemed to make your apartment look cozier and admittedly large. The apartment was much bigger than it looked from the outside and bigger than his own.

Carmy took off his shoes and crept carefully towards the bathroom, where the shower was on. Light music drifted under the door, which made him furious for some reason. How could you live like this while he barely survived, trapped in his own mind day in and day out?

The shower turned off and he could feel his plan being set in motion. Carmy positioned himself beside the door, ready at any moment.

The moment you exited the bathroom, Carmy pounced. He slammed you against the bathroom door, covering your mouth with his hand to prevent your screams.

Your towel dropped to the floor and your eyes alone screamed for help, welling up with tears. You struggled a bit at first, but Carmy was much stronger than you and subdued you in no time at all.

Carmy looked down at your naked body, feeling a sense of pride. You looked exactly as he’d pictured while he jerked himself off in the dead of night. And you belonged to him now.

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Distance - dark!Sonny Carisi x sibling!reader

summary: your big brother Sonny comes home to visit and finds he has a lot to catch up on.

warnings: incest (kissing and touching), forced touching

notes: reader is gender neutral/no gendered terms, although ‘sweetheart’, ‘kid’, ‘kiddo’ and ‘baby’ are all used as terms of endearment.

requested by and written for @rafaslittleboy ❤️

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You usually kept your distance from your older brother. It was easy most of the time. He had a busy job as an ADA, a girlfriend (whom you didn't like) and her kids in the mix, not to mention the two of you living in completely different boroughs.

Deep down, there was one reason above all others, though. You both loved each other... in a way that wasn't normal for siblings.

When the holidays came around, it was unavoidable. Your siblings brought their kids or step-kids or husbands or partners and you were always just there, alone, listening to your Italian-American family get louder and louder as the night progressed.

And today was definitely not an exception.

The whole family was home celebrating your parents’ wedding anniversary. It was different from the typical family holidays where everyone and their own families came, sharing sleeping bags and blow up mattresses.

"(y/n), are there any boys or girls we should know about?” Gina’s voice cut through the room as the rest of your sisters and your brother turned around to watch your reaction closely. Your family was quite protective and romantic relationships were no exception. You and Bella still talk about how much you hate Amanda behind her back.

“No, I’m not really into the dating scene. I’m too busy with school and work,” you explain. Everyone nods in understanding and goes back to their conversations. All but Sonny, whose gaze lingers on you for another moment.

After dinner, you take a seat on the couch next to your niece, Mia, who was basically the same age as you so it felt weird calling her your niece. Amanda's kids somehow still hadn't run out of energy, so they were running around the kitchen and dining room. You said a silent prayer for your ma's china cabinet.

You nodded along deftly to the discussion, which had recently descended into an argument about having a family vacation next summer. It got hard to fake your interest after a while, so you decided to excuse yourself and go upstairs.

Checking your phone, you realized how late it was. You hoped to god that Amanda wouldn't be staying over. The last time that happened, you had to sleep on the couch while her two daughters got to sleep in your bed.

You crept into Sonny's childhood room, relics of his past still gracing the walls. Old sports trophies, stuffed animals, old toys.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a large book peeking out of his bookshelf. You remembered this vividly: it was one of the Carisi family photo albums.

You inch it off of the shelf and carry it over to Sonny's bed, sitting down on it while flipping open the photo book.

You skimmed through pictures of him as an altar server at your family's church, school field trips, pictures from the Police Academy, old girlfriends, family vacations.

And then you came to the page. The very first image was your mother holding her small bump, looking old and exhausted, pregnant at almost fifty. A twenty-three year old Sonny with his arms around her. You kept flipping. A messy-haired Sonny holding his little infant sibling and looking so proud.

You thought looking through the photos would help you realize how wrong you felt, but the lump in your throat grew. There were so many more photos of you and Sonny.

“Hey kid, what’cha doin’?”

Your heart banged in your chest and you turned your head, seeing your brother leaning against the doorframe.

“I-I’m sorry, Sonny—“ you said, hurriedly shutting the photo album and setting it on the floor.

“Nah, don’t be sorry. I look at ‘em sometimes too, feels like just yesterday I was holdin’ ‘ya in my arms,” he smiles, walking over and sitting next to you on his bed.

Your bodies draw into each other and you instinctively lean into his chest. There was something so special about your big brother, so much comfort in the fact that he’s always been there for you.

“I’m happy ‘ya home, kiddo. I miss seein’ ‘ya,” he smiles, ruffling your hair.

“I miss seeing you too. It’s not the same, living without my big brother,” you sigh.

You look up at your brother. Since he’d been promoted to detective and sent to Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit, you’ve noticed changes in him.

“I miss 'ya too, but it won't be too bad, me livin' in Manhattan. 'Ya always welcome to come 'n stay, kiddo," he says, and you nod, giving him a tight smile.

As you lean back into his chest, you feel his fingers tracing lower, lingering past your waist, in a move disguised as comfort.

"'Ya body's changed a lot since I last saw 'ya. Lookin' real good, kid. Really growin' up," he hums.

A soft blush rises up your cheeks. “That’s what happens when you’re too busy with work to come visit us,” you nudge playfully.

“I’m gonna change that, kiddo. I’m gonna be ‘round here a lot more, gonna make sure I ain’t missin’ nothin’,” he reassures.

You turn and press your face into the soft fabric of Sonny’s dress shirt, inhaling the smell of his woodsy cologne and bergamot laundry detergent.

“Good,” you smile, reaching a finger up to play with one of his shirt buttons.

Sonny looks down at your soothed expression as you toy with his shirt playfully. After stealing a quick glance at the door, he looks down and puts his hand over yours.

“Why don’t we take this off, hm?” he asks, starting to unbutton his shirt from the top.

Now, it was your turn to look at the door, still slightly ajar. Your heart pounded at the thought of one of your family members catching you in such a compromising situation with your brother.

“Go close it, sweetheart,” he orders, placing his hand on your cheek softly. You nod and mechanically obey.

You turn back around to see your big brother leaned back against the headboard, smirking, shirt open to expose his chest and slightly rounded stomach.

“Whatever this is… we shouldn’t be doing it,” you say hesitantly.

“Nah it’ll be our lil’ secret, kiddo. Been wantin’ ‘ya like this f’so long,” he groans.

You glance back to the door, even though you know you’ve already shut and locked it.

All of a sudden, your brother’s hand pulls you onto the bed and into his lap, laughing at your skittishness.

“Kiddo, ain’t nobody gonna hear us, alright? Banged plenty’a chicks in this room ‘n my day,” he laughs, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Jus’ gotta focus on me, hm?”

You lay across his parted legs, both of you shimmying further down the bed so you could lay comfortably on top of him. You could feel his hardening member against your legs and it made you want to curl up and turn away from him.

But you couldn’t.

Your big brother leans up slightly, placing his soft lips on yours. He deepens the kiss and you let out an accidental, blissful moan.

“‘Ya like that, baby?” he asks, amused, one eyebrow cocked.

You lean up to meet his lips and he sticks his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss, touching all over your body as you focus on him.

“Sonny, n-no—“ you gasp, moving his hand away from where it rested, toying with the band of your underwear with his long fingers.

“‘S okay baby, gonna feel good,” he promises, fingers dancing below the elastic and touching your nerve-filled skin.

As Sonny sticks a finger inside your hole, you try to hide your pained, uncomfortable wince.

Sonny leans into your lips again, kissing you passionately and leading you into a heated makeout session. You weren’t quite sure what to do except follow his lead, so you push your hand down to his crotch and rub at his hard cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” he hisses, mouth hanging open.

“Is th-this okay?” you squeak, eyes wide.

“God, kiddo, yeah, ‘s more than okay,” he moans, throwing his head back.

You’re not sure what else to do, so you lean down and give him a few soft kisses on his long, open neck.

You’d seen people do that on TV and it seemed to make them feel good, so you figured it couldn’t hurt.

“Pull ‘ma cock out, sweetheart,” he breathes, guiding your fingers to his pants zipper.

“Sonny, I-I don’t know if—“

“C’mon, sweetheart. ‘Ya wanna make ‘ya big brotha’ feel good, right? Wanna make me happy?” he urges.

“I-I guess so,” you say, voice wavering.

As you feel around to grab his cock and pull it out of his boxers, you hear your mom’s voice ring out from downstairs.

“Dessert is ready, everyone!” she calls, immediately causing an uproar from Amanda’s rowdy children and Bella’s little one that you could hear all the way upstairs.

You and Sonny looked at each other, wide-eyed.

“Go downstairs, kid. I gotta take care’a this first. ‘N later, we’ll have s’more fun,” he promises, giving you a dizzying kiss on the lips before nudging you off the bed.

You turn and walk to the door, your brother behind you jerking his cock off with labored breaths.

You opened the door, walked through and closed it behind you, knowing nothing would ever be the same between you.

[noellawrites]

this is an AMAZING conclusion to this dark!richie jerimovich x berzatto!reader story! i love it so so much, everything about it is perfect! if you love The Bear or Richie please go check it out! ❤️

Minors DNI 18+

Warnings: abusive relationship, age gap, pregnancy, vague mention of child birth

A/N: Oh hey look I’m back with an almost 4k fic! Kudos to my very good friend @noellawrites for helping me get this story done and beta'd!!

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Gripping Richie’s arm, you slowly lead him into the house, murmuring soft encouragements as he sways unsteadily. “Just a little more, baby, let’s get you on the couch,” you murmur, letting him hold onto your arm for support as you lower him onto the couch. Richie lets out a shaky breath, letting his body relax into the cushions. You watch him catch his breath, your heart breaking at how the simple action of walking into the house took all his energy. It’s almost a miracle that he only needed a few days of observation in the hospital after everything Carmy did.

“Get me a glass of water and some tylenol, baby.” Richie says, letting out a pained hiss as he shifts on the couch. You nod, watching him for a moment before moving to the kitchen. You’re back quickly, reaching out to help him as he raises the glass to his mouth with a shaky hand.

“I want you to quit working at that fucking restaurant, you understand? All they want is to break our family apart.”

Your stomach drops at his words, “but Carmy and Nat, they’re my family! I can’t just cut them out of my life like that!” you say with a shaky breath. He fixes you with a stern look and you curl into yourself, arms moving almost protectively over your stomach.

“I don’t want to hear it! You saw what Carmy is capable of, what he did to me!” he says angrily, “You have to do what’s best for your family now. Eva, this baby, me, that’s the family that matters now. How could you be so heartless?”

Tears prick your eyes as you sit down next to Richie, “I-I’m sorry, you’re right, I wasn’t thinking.” You run your hand over your bump before looking back at Richie, “I’ll quit, it’s almost time for this little one to come out anyway, I shouldn’t be working in this condition.”

“That’s right, you just gotta focus on being my beautiful, pregnant wife right now,” Richie says with a smile, reaching out to cover your hand over your stomach.

~~~

Michael Jr. comes into the world screaming his lungs out a week later. “It’s a boy!” The doctor exclaims, turning to Richie to show him how to clamp and cut the cord. Richie is in awe, staring at his new son as he’s taken to the other side of the room for a quick clean and wrapped in a blanket.

The doctor turns with the bundle in his arms, “alright who wants the first cuddle, Mommy? Daddy?”

“I’ll take hi-” you start, reaching out for your son but Richie beats you to it, carefully taking the bundle into his arms.

“Hey there, Mikey, it’s your daddy.” He coos, gently running a finger over his cheek. You sit there quietly, keeping your tears at bay as the doctors move around the room, finishing up their tasks.

You wait until the last doctor leaves before asking quietly, “Richie, can I hold him now?” You reach toward Richie and he shrugs you off, turning away from you.

“You got to hold him for 9 fuckin’ months, you can wait.” He says with a sneer and you nod, blinking rapidly to keep the tears from falling. This wasn’t the way you imagined giving birth at all. Sugar should’ve been here, holding your hand. Carmy should’ve been in the waiting room, ready to come see his first nephew. A sob slips from your lips before you could help it, tears finally falling.

Richie turns to you annoyed, “For fucks sake, what’s your problem? You’ll get him after I’m done.” 

You nod in agreement at his words but another sob slips out, “Sugar should’ve been here… Carmy too. You’ve taken everything away from me.”

“All I’ve done is give you a home and purpose. I’ve given you Mikey, is that not enough? You’re so ungrateful.” He spits at you, “Pull yourself together, you’re a fucking adult.”

At his father’s raised voice, Michael whines, face screwing up in a cry. Richie lets out a rough sigh, shaking his head as he tries to get Michael to calm down. “See this is what I’m talking about, you’re too emotional right now and it’s making Mikey upset. You gotta get over yourself if you want to be a good mom.”

Michael refuses to settle, his cries growing louder as Richie rocks him. “Let-let me take him, Richie, maybe he’s hungry,” you say tentatively and Richie sighs, dumping him into your arms.

“Whatever, just get him to stop. I’m going for a smoke.”

You nod, watching him leave before turning your attention to the crying baby in your arms. You reposition him gently, cuddling him close to your chest. His cries slowly abate, and you smile, gently stroking his cheek as he nestles closer to you. “Your daddy gets angry sometimes,” you whisper to Michael, gently stroking his cheek, “but momma will alway protect you, okay? Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you.”

~~~

“I heard from Richie that baby and mamá are healthy. A little boy, Michael.”

Carmy’s knife clatters out of his hand as Tina’s words register in his ears. You’re okay. He has a nephew. You have a child. What the fuck were you doing having a child?

“A boy! Richie must be happy.” Ebra replies, “Will he bring little Michael around?”

Carmy grabs his knife, trying to act normal as he strains his ears to hear Tina’s reply, heart beating madly at the opportunity to see his new nephew. “No, he doesn’t want to be anywhere near here if Carm- uh no but I’m going to see them tomorrow, I’ll bring some pictures in.”

Carmy’s breath leaves him in a rush that leaves him light-headed and his knife slips, slicing across his knuckles. He shouts in pain and stumbles away from the counter, nearly running into Sydney as he stumbles toward the bathroom.

“Watch it, Carmy! What’s wrong with you?”

~~~

“Looks like everything is healing well,” The doctor says brightly as she pulls off her gloves, “still, no intercourse for the next couple weeks but I would say you get a clean bill of health!”

“So no more visits to prod at me anymore?” You ask with a joking tone, sparing her a smile as you collect your things. You check the time on your phone as you exit the doctor’s office, cursing when you see it’s later than you thought.

You can hear Mikey’s wails from the driveway and you rush in, almost missing Richie waiting next to the door. He grabs your arm, pulling you to look at him, “what no hello? You’re late.” He states, voice low.

“Hello, Richie. The doctor took a while to see me.” You say before adding desperately, “Let me go see what Mikey needs and then we can talk all you want.”

Richie growls, tightening his grip on your arm, “Tell me what the fuckin’ doctor said first.”

You wince at his grip and speak quickly, “Clean bill. No sex for a few weeks. Now can I go?”

“You need more visits?”

“No. Now let go so I can see to our son!”

Richie shakes his head with a small chuckle, bringing his free hand back to smack you across the face. He pulls you closer to him and sneers, “lose the sass, if you hadn’t been late he wouldn’t be crying now. Don’t act like it’s my fault you’re a bad mother.”

He throws you away from him and you stumble, reaching out toward the wall to steady yourself. With a quiet sigh you compose yourself, walking into Mikey’s room with a smile.

“What’s wrong little man, it can’t be as bad as all that,” you coo, gently lifting him from his crib.

~~~

“Baby, get in here!”

You sigh at the sound of Richie’s voice ringing through the house, pressing a gentle kiss to Mikey’s forehead. “Alright, little man, let’s get you into bed,” you whisper and smile as he gurgles in response.

“Now!”

You press your lips together tightly, pointedly ignoring Richie as you lay Mikey in his crib, stroking his cheek. He’s nearly asleep when Richie barges into the room, the door slamming against the wall causing Mikey to startle awake. “I know you could hear me,” he seethes, reaching out to grab your arm, “so would you like to tell me why you didn’t answer?”

You glare at him, stepping out of his reach, “because, asshole, I was trying to get Mikey down and you just ruined it. Now you’ll have to wait even longer." You reply shortly, turning to soothe Mikey’s cries.

Richie seizes his chance and tangles his fingers in your hair, forcing your head back as he steps closer and whispers, “you’re going to come with me now or it’ll get a lot worse for you, do you understand me?” Tears spring to your eyes as pain prickles over your scalp from his hold and you nod as best you can. A feral smile crosses his features, as he forces you to walk out of the nursery, leaving Mikey crying in his crib.

He throws you to the floor, hands swiftly unbuckling his belt, “I’ve been very patient, waiting for you to give birth, through all those fucking doctor’s appointments, but I’m done waiting now.” Richie says and pauses as he slowly pulls his belt through the loops, “It’s your fault Carmen beat me. Your fault I lost everything I had at The Beef, what I could've had at The Bear. I’ve tried teaching you how to be a good wife, but it seems you need a harder hand than I thought. Take your shirt off.”

You shake your head, pleading with him, “Richie, please you don’t have to do this. We-we can just talk, okay?”

Richie growls and grabs a fistful of your shirt, tearing it at the seams. “Take. It. Off!” He shouts, Smacking you across the face. You cry out, tears welling in your eyes as you shakily pull it off, hands moving to retain some modesty.

Richie swings, barely giving you time to react before his belt comes down across your shoulders. Your breath leaves you in a wheeze and you gasp for air as each lash leaves you breathless, unable to even scream. But you can hear Mikey in the background, his desperate cries for you brings tears to your eyes. A fire spreads beneath your skin, deepening the pain of repeated lashes in the same place.

You’re sobbing when Richie finally drops the belt, breathless from the force of his swings. He crouches to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Do you understand why I did this?” He asks and you nod in response. Fingers dig into your raw shoulder, “Say. It! Why did I do this?”

You let out a sob, squeezing your eyes shut, “it’s my fault, I did this! It’s all my fault!”

Richie nods, letting you slump back on the floor as he stands, “you toe the line again and I’ll make you go away. Understand? No more Mikey, No more anything. I’m tired of this.” He doesn’t wait for a response, throwing “get the brat to stop crying” over his shoulder as he heads for the bedroom.

~~~

“Tina! It’s so good to see you! Please, come in!” You give her a smile as you side step, letting her into the house. “Richie didn’t tell me you were coming, I would’ve cleaned up.” You say apologetically but she shakes her head, drawing you into a tight hug. Your back throbs at the touch of her arms and you grit your teeth, hiding the pain with an uneasy smile as she pulls away.

“Nonsense, you just had a baby, you should be resting!” Tina exclaims and gives you a once over, eyes hesitating at the bruise Richie’s buckle left at the base of your neck. She reaches up and gently tugs your collar up to cover the bruise. “Now, where do you need me, and no lying now, got it?” She says, fixing you with a stern look.

“Dishes, laundry, maybe? Richie’s been so busy at work and barely helps when he is here, I’ve been trying to do everything and take care of Mikey.” Your facade breaks as you let out a weary sigh before quickly plastering a smile on your face.

Tina fixes you with another look, eyebrows tight with concern, “Go sit down, mami. You look dead on your feet!” She ushers you toward the couch, eyes trained on you until you get settled against the cushions.

“Mikey needs a bottle every 3 hours but he sleeps like a champ once I get him down, guess that’s all I can ask for with a newborn.” You sigh, wincing as the cushions press against your back. You watch Tina walk into the kitchen, waiting until she starts doing the dishes with her back to you before shifting to sit up straight, relieving the pressure against your back.

No dish defeats Tina and in a matter of thirty minutes all the dishes line the counters, drying as she sets her sights on the heaped laundry baskets. She switches the loads, starting a new one before bringing a basket of clean clothes to fold in the living room.

You’re folding clothes with Tina when Mikey’s fussing filters through the baby monitor. You smile and set the towel in your hands down, “There’s the man of the hour,” you joke with a laugh, gripping the armrest of the couch as you get up, “let me grab him, I’m sure you’re excited to see him!”

You head into Mikey’s bedroom, softly cooing at him as you ease him from the crib. Your face pinches in pain as your shoulders throb from the strain of holding him but you shake it off, giving Mikey a small smile, “hi sweetheart, did you have a good nap, hm?” You ask softly, gently running your knuckle against his cheek as you head back down the hall to the living room.

Tina softly exclaims, hands coming to cover her mouth as you step in front of her. “Oh. Oh, Can I hold him?” She asks softly, gently cupping his head. You nod with a smile, gently shifting him from your arms to hers. “Oh, bebito, you’re so small.” She says quietly, letting him hold her finger.

“I know, it took some getting used to, I kept thinking I was going to crush him.” You reply, stroking his head, “still can’t wrap my head around the fact he came out of me.”

Tina laughs, “Mine are fully grown and I still can’t wrap my head around it.” She says with a sigh, tearing her eyes away from Mikey to give you a smile, “You’re doing good, mami.”

A lump forms in your throat and you give her an uneasy smile, looking down at your hands, “I could be doing better. But thank you.”

“Look at him.” Tina says, gently pushing him back into your arms and he cuddles closer to you, fingers curling tightly around your shirt, “You’re all he knows, just being in your arms makes him happy.” You swallow back the tears stinging your eyes giving her a small nod. She cups your face for a moment, giving you a smile before pulling away. “Now, how about a picture? Ebra and Sydney have been dying to see our little bebito.” She asks as she pulls out her phone.

You let out a quiet laugh before holding Mikey up and smiling as Tina holds her phone up for the photo.

~~~

It’s Sydney squeal that pulls Carmy’s focus away from his work. “Oh my god, he’s adorable!” Sydney gushes, a smile forming on her lips as Tina hands her phone to her, the picture she took of Mikey open on the screen.

Carmy turns to see Ebra leaning over the two women to take a look at the picture. Ebra lets out a hum of approval, “He will be strong like his father I think.” He says before resuming his work. Carmy twists a towel in his hands nervously as he watches Tina show Sydney more pictures, chattering about how you and Mikey are doing.

He waits until Sydney leaves before approaching Tina, his shoulders drawn in and eyes downcast. “Tina… Can I- can I see them?” He asks quietly, squeezing the towel in his hands as he waits for her answer.

Tina sighed, “You know Richie doesn’t want you to see them,” She starts but her eyes soften at the scene in front of her, Carmy, a shell of the once hot-headed chef she knew.

“She’s my sister, Tina.”

Tina watched him for a moment before nodding, opening her phone to the picture of you holding Mikey in your arms. Carmy’s breath catches as he looks at you in the picture, how small and tired you seem, holding your own child. He runs a shaky hand over his mouth, whispering, “they’re so tiny.”

Tina’s eyes widen at the utterance and she looks down at the picture, unable to take her eyes off the way you curl in on yourself, almost like you’re trying to protect Mikey.

“Can you tell her I love her and I’m-I’m never going to stop being there for her?” Carmy’s request pulls her out of her reverie and she looks up at him, giving him a small nod in agreement. Carmy sighs, taking a final look at your picture before giving Tina a smile, “thank you, Tina.”

~~~

“Why the fuck isn’t this done!”

Richie shouting from the living room startles Tina as she tidies the nursery and steps to the doorway, peering out at the scene.

“I-I told you, you came home early so I didn’t have enough ti-time,” you explain, holding Mikey closer to your chest.

Richie shakes his head and chuckles, “all I ask for is a clean house and an obedient wife. I don’t see either!” He raises his hand and you flinch, curling around the child in your arms. He laughs at your fear and his hand shoots out, tangling in your hair and forcing your head back as he steps closer. “I’m going out. If this isn’t done by the time I’m home you know what happens, yeah?” You nod against his grip the best you can and he smiles, letting go of your hair with a small pat to your cheek.

Richie slams the door and you sink to your knees, body racking with sobs. Tina rushes over and wraps her arms around you, gently shushing you. “Mami, how long has this been going on?” She asks quietly after you calm down.

You clear your throat and pull away from her embrace. standing up from the floor. You gently place Mikey in his play cot with a sigh, “It’s not always this bad. He just- he just wants to teach me how to be a good wife, a good mother, but I keep screwing it up.” You say as you smooth Mikey’s onesie.

“Honey, what the fuck are you talking about? He shouldn’t be hitting you, yelling at you like that with Mikey around!” Tina exclaims, “This is wrong, mami, how can you not see that?”

Tears fill your eyes and you tip your head up to keep the tears from falling, “he’s all I know, Tina, he’s all I had after… after Mikey… we only had each other, how do I leave him after that?” You respond, voice thick with tears.

Tina sighs and wraps her arm around you, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. She watches Mikey wriggle in his play cot, lifting his head to try and look at you. “Look at this baby, look at your baby. He doesn’t deserve to live like this.”

You let out a sob, wiping away the tears that escape, “who’s going to help me? R-Richie’s burned all my relationships outside of him. W-where am I supposed to take Mikey if I leave?”

Tina grabs your shoulders, forcing you to look at her, “Carmy will. Nat, Sydney, Ebra, all of us, we never stopped loving you, chica. You will always have us.” She says firmly, keeping eye contact until you give a little nod of acknowledgement before she sighs, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’ll do it,” You murmur against her shoulder, “I’ll…I’ll leave.”

~~~

Barely thirty minutes after Richie left for work you hear a knock on the door. The scene you find as you open the door brings you to tears. Everyone from The Bear was there, and most importantly, taking point in the group was Carmy and Nat. You throw yourself at your siblings, a sob ripping through your chest as you pull them close to you. “I’m so sorry,” You say as you pull away and wipe the tears from your face.

Carmy shakes his head, “We’re the ones that should be saying that. We were so self absorbed we didn’t notice what was happening until it was too late.” He takes a shaky breath before continuing, grabbing your hand, “I’m so sorry, Baby Bear.”

You shake your head, squeezing his hand tightly, “It’s okay, Bear, you’re here now.” The sound of Mikey fussing in his cot draws your attention and you offer Carmy and Nat a watery smile, “There’s someone you should meet.”

You let the group into the house, cooing softly as you pick up the fussing baby, “Hey, baby, look who’s here.” You settle him into your arms before presenting him to the group. You point at each of them and say their name, attaching aunt or uncle to their names before finishing on Carmy and Nat. Carmy reaches forward hesitantly, hand hovering over Mikey’s head like he was afraid to touch him. You laugh, “You can touch him, Carm, he’s not going to break. Here, let me show you.”

He takes a shaky breath, letting you place Mikey into his arms and gently strokes Mikey’s hair, “He’s so small.” He says with a small laugh, looking at the baby in his arms with wonder.

Tina claps to get everyone’s attention, “if we’re done with theatrics, we got a lot of work to do if we’re gonna be gone before Richie comes back.”

With everyone working together to gather anything that belonged to you or Mikey, efficiently packing them into boxes and hauling them out to the moving van, you were finished in under three hours.

You stand in the doorway holding Mikey and look over the place you lived for so long, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears at the thought of leaving Richie and this place behind. Nat touches your shoulder and you turn to her with a small laugh, “Is it wrong to say I’ll miss this place?”

Nat shakes her head, “I think whatever you’re feeling is okay, just know you’re going to a better place now, okay?”

You nod, smiling at her as you grab the doorknob, taking a deep breath before pulling it closed behind you.

[noellawrites]

might be a stupid question but what does yandere even mean?

not a stupid question at all!

yandere can mean someone’s possessive, obsessive, dark, or sometimes violent when it comes to their love.

they’re driven to do things they wouldn’t normally do, like baby trapping, kidnapping, abuse, etc. when they “really” love this person. it is similar to some of my other dark fics too.

i hope that answers it :)

let me know if you have any questions!

[noellawrites]

Stress Relief - stepdad!Rafael Barba x reader

requested by @rafaslittleboy

summary: Rafael comes home angry and frustrated with your mom, so he decides to use you to relieve some of his stress.

warnings: father/stepchild incest, fingering, inappropriate relationship

Being Olivia Benson's kid had never been easy. Between angry criminals seeking revenge and never-ending cases that kept your mom away from you, you'd experienced more than your fair share of turmoil.

But even then, nothing compared to the night your mother and Rafael Barba came home and announced they'd gotten married down at the courthouse.

Somehow, taking care of Noah had always fallen on you. It didn't matter that you were working and going to school. Even though you were now in college and Noah was a bit older, you were still expected to be the responsible older sibling.

It had never been much of a secret that your mom and stepdad favored Noah over you. After all, they doted on him and told him how much they loved him all the time. You were practically invisible compared to him. Even though you were the one actually genetically related to one of them.

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One night while you were doing schoolwork at the kitchen table, you were startled by the front door being flung open.

"Jeez, dad, what's wrong?" you ask, looking up at him and setting down your pencil.

"Elliot Stabler is back," Rafael grumbles, dropping his briefcase on the floor. It fell to the ground with a thud.

"I thought he was gone for good. Lizzie didn't tell me anything so she probably didn't know he was coming back, either. Poor kids," you sigh.

"Where's Noah?"

"A playdate with Amanda's girls. I'm picking him up later," you explain, looking up from your work briefly.

"Ah. Well, your mother is having a drink with Elliot. She'll be home later," Rafael spat.

"Damn. Jealous much?" you laugh, then realize it was the wrong move. You swore you saw fire rising up in Rafa's eyes as he stormed away to his and your mom's bedroom.

"Get in here, now." you hear Rafael growl from the other side of the bedroom door just a few minutes later.

A shiver runs down your spine. You were almost never allowed in your parents' bedroom. Only when you were being punished or scolded.

Even though you were in college, your parents still had absurd rules and acted like everything you did was wrong. Even though you weren't rebellious at all and spent most of your time watching your little brother.

"Dad, whatever I did, I'm sorry," you offer.

As you crack the bedroom door open, you notice your stepdad undressing himself, only his shirt, suspenders and pants remaining.

"I had a shit day and you sure aren't making it any better. Your mother and I have decided you need to learn to be more independent. I'm not even your real father, and you're not a little kid like your brother is. Grow up and stop relying on us for everything," he sighs, not even looking at you as if ashamed by your very existence.

"B-but you're the only d-dad I've ever had," you sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Stop getting emotional, don't be jealous over your brother. He didn't do anything wrong. Now get out, please. You're stressing me out," he says, rolling his eyes at you.

"What do I have to do to make you love me again? I'll do anything, please, dad."

"There's nothing you can do, I already have your mom," he states, laughing at your helpless desperation.

His words puncture your heart like a knife. He had your mom and Noah, so why were you still here? You'd always known you were useless, unloved, but now your stepdad had confirmed it.

"I can give you affection, anything you want. I-I can be better than my mom, please... please give me a chance!" you blurt, barely processing your words before you say them.

"Get out of my room. OUT!" he bellows, voice echoing through the walls. You leave, trying to preserve at least some of your dignity.

You sweep your homework off the dining table and drag it into your room. Your small, dark room. Somehow, even as the oldest, you'd gotten the worst bedroom. Of course. You flopped down on your bed and sobbed into your pillow, wishing fruitlessly for someone to make you feel wanted.

—

You couldn't remember when you had fallen asleep, but you hear a soft knock on your door some time later.

"Huh?" you rasp, eyes widening as your stepdad enters. Now clothed in a sweater and flannel pajama pants, he looks so much softer than before.

His sympathetic gaze fixes on you before saying, "c'mon, out of bed, sweetie."

Rafael leads you to the master bedroom once again, your mother still nowhere to be seen. Probably still out with Elliot Stabler.

"C'mon, sit in my lap. Don't worry, your dad's got you, okay? " you nod, so touch-starved as you climb onto the bed and into his lap.

"You were right earlier, we haven't been paying enough attention to you. Even big kids need love too. C'mon, cuddle with your dad," he says warmly, allowing you to climb under the blankets with him and snuggle up close to his warm body.

"I missed this," you hum, feeling his warm breath on your forehead as he wraps his arms around you.

You lean into his touch as his arm moves down your back, eventually stopping so his hand is resting on the small of your back.

Your breath hitches when you feel your stepdad's thick fingers reach down towards your underwear, gently teasing the waistband.

“Dad, w-what are you doing?” you hiss, writhing around gently to try and shake him off.

“Shh, just let me touch you, okay?”

You look at him with wide eyes, terrified at his uncharacteristic behavior.

Now, Rafael was sniffing your hair as he pressed a finger against the edge of your hole.

You tried to shake your head, or open your mouth, or do anything, but you were paralyzed with fear.

“Don’t tell your mom about this, alright kiddo?” your stepdad says with a breathy whisper as he plunges two fingers deep into your hole, nudging your pleasurable spot.

You try to muffle a shriek as your stepdad clutches your body close to his so you can’t get away. He was older and bigger than you and doesn't hesitate to exert his power over you.

The change was like night and day. You'd always considered Mr. Barba to be your own father, as he was the closest thing you had to a dad.

"Da-ad— please, please stop!" you hiss, feeling his thick fingers plunge in and out of you, working to pleasure you like he knew you deserved.

"Nuh, uh, baby. I want to apologize for neglecting you. And all this time, I've had a cute little stepchild right under my nose just waiting to be used. I'm sorry it took me so long," he says with a chuckle, like this is all some sick joke.

"I-I think I'm g-gonna—" your breath hitches and Rafael immediately knows, can feel your orgasm about to hit you.

"Mhm, just focus on my fingers, mi amor. Daddy's gonna make you feel really, really good," he coos.

You gasp and suddenly you can feel your little hole throb, trying hard to push your stepdad's fingers out. You clutch him even closer and he pulls you tight into his chest. His scent filling your nose just as his fingers were filling you.

Everything feels muddy, slow, dark. Your dad slipping his fingers out, throwing the sheets over and licking your cum out of your hole. His gentle touches, little kisses, reassuring you of his love.

He is just dressing himself in his pajamas as your mom opens the front door. You can hear your mom talking to your little brother in a babyish voice.

"Remember, not a word to your mother. It's not like she'd believe you anyways," your stepdad laughs, pushing your face away before going into the living room, acting as if he hadn't just fingered his kid to orgasm.

"They're not feeling great, I let them sleep in our bed. Thought some pampering was in order for such a good kid," Rafael says, kissing Olivia on the cheek. It's the last thing you see before you pull the covers over your head and welcome the darkness.

[noellawrites]

Yandere svu; what if they found out the reader still slept with a childhood stuffed animal?

Would they still let the reader sleep with it?

Would they take it as a punishment?

What if the reader preferred the stuffed animal to them? Like cuddling it over them.

oooh i like this question!!! my opinions are below

if somehow you manage to hold onto your favorite stuffed animal and it ends up with you at their place:

Mike Dodds will be very sympathetic. he did take you away from your life and everything you know, after all. the least he can do is let you hold and cuddle with your childhood stuffed animal when you’re feeling sad. eventually, if you keep preferring it to his own warmth, he will take it away at night and you’ll have no choice but to cuddle with him.

Rafael Barba rolls his eyes at the way you even still have this piece of crap. but of course, it’s so much like you. he’ll love having a bargaining chip that you actually care about, though. you’re refusing sex? he’ll dangle your stuffed animal out the 14th story window. crying and won’t stop? he’ll take scissors to it with a smirk.

Sonny Carisi will think it’s cute at first, but he will get tired of it very quickly. what’s so special about a stupid stuffed animal anyway? he’s right there, and he’s a real human who loves you! he’s jealous, so he’ll take the stuffed animal away when you act out or when he has any excuse to.

Nick Amaro has mixed feelings. he understands your bond to the stuffed animal, but he gets annoyed when it takes your attention away from him. what do you mean you don’t want to cuddle him or touch him? what do you mean you’re sad? you miss your family? it must be that stuffed animal. don’t worry, it’ll go bye-bye for a while.

[noellawrites]

Could you please do yandere bridgerton characters react to finding out reader just married them to hide the fact she is pregnant with someone else’s child pleaseeee?

ohhh this is an interesting situation! thank you for the ask :)

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Anthony Bridgerton is beyond pissed off. Not only have you made a fool of him but his entire family, too. He will push you down the maid's staircase and ensure you lose the baby. The quicker he can fill you up with his baby Bridgerton brood, the better.

Benedict Bridgerton is amused, if anything. He finally finds someone not entirely bothersome to wed and you're already carrying another man's baby? He will likely keep you hidden away for the duration of your pregnancy, and once you deliver, the baby will be sent away to live with a family in the country and you will never see it again.

Colin Bridgerton is frustrated. He's already been tricked almost the exact same way by Marina Thompson, and now you, his wife? He will most definitely consult his brothers in confidence. Anthony suggests poisoning you. Benedict finds it hilarious. Colin will let his brothers take care of it, and you probably won't see any of the Bridgertons again.

[noellawrites]

Bridgerton brother x sister!reader (incest fic) where the family finds out they're in a secret relationship: