#and putting off his trigger to kidnap you for as long as possible so you can actually have multiattack or something

[midnightwind]

I hope BG3 having Bladesinger, Circle of Stars, and Shadow Mage fixes my brain so I can play that game again

[dyingswanpavlova]

"Your girl" - Part 10 | The Salesman x Reader

Summary: A fight turns into something beautiful. Turns into what could be your last day on earth.

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, mentions of sexual abuse and other traumatic events in the past, numbness, helplessness, violence, threatening, mentions of blood, mentions of murder/rape/death, hinting at suicidal thoughts (only briefly and not really serious, but I'll put it here nonetheless), body issues, trauma talk, stockholm syndrome, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, depression, manipulation and low self-esteem, mentions of sexual activities and desires, smut, (rough) sex, oral sex, switch, degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics, daddy, not beta-read, if I've missed any please tell me! mdni 18+!

"Your girl" - The Salesman x Reader Masterlist

The tight smile.

It was all you needed to see to know you were in great, big trouble. It was really disappointing though, considering how good the day had started.

When you woke up, right after having a short, restless sleep, you saw him lying beside you. And for once, ever since you had gotten here, he wasn’t awake. No, he was deep asleep. His beautiful  eyes shut tightly and his expression one of peaceful relaxation. You hadn’t ever seen him this perfect before.

It was nearly ridiculous. Just a few hours earlier, he had ravaged you in a way that left you feeling sore and used, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but somehow you had a feeling last night was different. It wasn’t the sex per say. It was the way he got angry and you felt you couldn’t get through to him, even if you truly wanted to. And what was far worse than all of it, was the threat.

The threat.

What did it even mean?

I would never kill you. At least not unless you gave me a reason to.

It wasn’t even a subtle threat. He didn’t try to hide that he was twisted and dangerous. Dangerous for you, if you pushed the right buttons. You had done so quite some times by now, but luckily you were still around. But how much was too much?

What would make his mind go blank and cause him to swing an axe at you?

Shoot you right in the face?

Gut you in the middle of the-

You shuddered and took a long, deep breath to calm yourself. This wasn’t going to happen. You wouldn’t anger him to that degree. And yet, you couldn’t keep yourself from thinking about it.

What could possibly piss him off enough, to trigger such an extreme reaction?

If you went out and fucked someone else?

Or if you spilled milk on the coffee table?

You took another slow breath and looked back at his peaceful, sleeping form. It was hard not to love him, when he was like this. Sweet. Peaceful.

Vulnerable.

You hadn’t even seen vulnerable, regarding him. Not really. You didn’t know his name, his family, his backstory or anything else that truly mattered. All you knew was which buttons to push and it would make him slap you. You had his age. And his sexual preferences. You knew he had some kind of dangerous job, but you had no idea what it was about. And you knew he was twisted.

Utterly and entirely twisted.

But you saw none of that as you watched him sleep. All you saw was a handsome man, the most handsome man you had ever seen, even with the faint trace of a scar on his cheek. You still hated the sight of it. Not because it would have done anything to his attractiveness. No, he was very obviously still perfect. It was the fact that he got hurt.

Someone hurt him.

You were surprised just by how angry the thought made you. He was always so confident. It was his choice to either be angry and take it out on you or to be gentle and spoil you with affection and gifts. But it was his choice. He was the man. He was in charge. He was the epitome of strength.

And someone hurt him.

Him.

A part of you was almost tempted to think yours.

Someone hurt your man.

But you pushed the thought away just as quick as it came. He was hardly your man.

Your bane, your curse, your horror. Yes.

But not your man.

When he stirred slightly, you were pulled out of your thoughts. It didn’t take longer than a few seconds for him to blink his eyes open. When he finally looked up at you and met your gaze, a hint of surprise flashed over his features. But he schooled his expression into a soft smile effortlessly.

“Good morning, my little owl.” He purred. “You’re up early.” He raised a brow and smirked slowly. “Were you watching me sleep?”

Your face flushed, but you didn’t feel the need to deny it. It was pretty obvious anyway.

“I did.” You said quietly. “I couldn’t help it. You looked so…peaceful.”

He hummed softly and propped himself up on his elbows, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear with two fingers. “Peaceful? Doesn’t sound like me at all.”

He didn’t seem angry or even irritated that you watched him. If anything, he seemed amused or maybe even strangely flattered.

You shrugged.

“Have you been up for long?”

You shook your head.

He frowned slightly and held your chin in his hand, brushing his thumb over your skin in a gentle way. “You didn’t sleep well. You look like you didn’t sleep at all.”

You averted your gaze. What could you possibly tell him? That you spent all night, asking yourself not if, but when he would finally snap and snap your neck the same?

“Look at me.”

You hesitated, but eventually you met his gaze again. His expression was one of thoughtfulness and curiosity and you knew you had to give him something. He wouldn’t stop pestering you otherwise. You thought for a moment, before you finally gave up. You didn’t trust your ability to lie to him. He would see right through it and punish you for trying to deceive him.

“It’s about last night.” You murmured quietly.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but eventually he relaxed his expression and let go of your chin. With a soft sigh, he murmured back: “Was it too much for you? Too rough?”

You thought about the best possible way to answer this. Eventually you came up with something you would have hoped would be the perfect solution. “I’m still ashamed.”

“Ashamed?” He frowned.

“Because a part of me enjoys it.”

He hummed softly. “We talked about this, sweet girl, but I’ll say it again and again. You have nothing to be ashamed about. First of all, it’s not your fault you turned out like this.”

“That’s kind of the problem.” It wasn’t a lie. Not entirely. It did bother you. Just that the life threatening thing was worse. “I feel like you enjoy what we do, because you simply enjoy it. And I think I enjoy it, because I feel the constant need to get hurt and degraded, because of…because of what happened to me.”

He regarded you with a long, thoughtful look. His eyes softened somewhat and he was back. The man who supposedly cared about you came back, after a long, rough night. He sighed and rolled over so that he was on his back and staring at the ceiling. All the while he stretched out his arm and pulled you along, curling you into his side. He didn’t look at you as he spoke and his tone of voice was almost emotionless.

You couldn’t tell if you preferred this over the anger. Probably not.

“Did I ever tell you about my father?”

You froze. What? No. He hadn’t ever told you anything about himself that mattered. Let alone his family. As far as you were concerned, he didn’t even have a father.

But all you managed was a small, breathless shake of your head.

He hummed softly and played with your hair as he spoke, still keeping his voice cool and measured. He never met your gaze. Almost like he couldn’t. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to appear nonchalant or if he truly didn’t care. You hoped for the first one.

“My father had some creative ways of punishment.” He hummed. Oh, God. “Similar to your mother, I might think. Just more blood. And a few…other things.”

You held your breath as he spoke, feeling utterly sick. The fact that he had so subtly and smoothly threatened your life last night was suddenly the last thing on your mind.

“Don’t get me wrong, sweetness. I was always a little different from other boys my age. I wasn’t interested in the things the others were. I liked different things. Darker things. But I’m pretty sure, had it not been for my father…” He hummed. “He did some nasty things. Really nasty. And not only to me. To my mother as well.” He turned to face you fully, while you still lay frozen and staring at him with bated breath. All the while he caressed your face and spoke in this soft voice, like he was reading from a children’s book. It was eerie. “That might be one of the reasons why I am always in control.” He smiled briefly. “Especially sexually.”

You just kept staring at him. He hadn’t said it outright and he probably never would, but you could tell there was something. Something dark and terrible, something that still haunted him, even after all these years. And it made you sick to the core. The fact that his father, his own father, had hurt him, it made you feel nauseous. And especially, angry.

“So, I should probably be grateful to him, don’t you think?”

You knew you weren’t supposed to say anything to that, anything about that at all. No matter how terrible you felt, no matter how badly you wished to comfort him. He would get angry, because he would think of it as pity. You were sure. But you still had to say it.

“Your father is a sick man.” You said quietly. “And you didn’t deserve whatever he did to you.”

“Oh, I’m aware, my sweet, darling girl.” His face lit up in a soft smile. “I was just a boy. A twisted one, maybe. But still a boy.”

It made you feel as uneasy, as you felt relieved about it. At least he acknowledged it. He had no fault in his father’s cruelty. At least not back then.

And at least there was something. A tiny reminder that he was human, that he was real, that there was something akin to flesh and blood that made him similar to you. Not the fact that it had happened. Oh no, you would have changed it, were you in the power to. You would have bled and suffered, if only it meant to free him from the burden of his past.

No, but the thought that he told you about it. He had a father. A mother. A family. He had a childhood. A life. He was real.

You lay in silence for a long while. Of course you wanted to say more, to comfort him and hug him. To kiss away the fear he had probably felt as a little boy. You wanted to take him in your arms and make him whole again, puzzle him together until he got reunited with the love he was so desperately missing all his life. What about his mother? You asked yourself. But you thought now wasn’t the best time to ask. You didn’t want to risk making him angry, when he wasn’t so far. He hadn’t ever shared as much of himself. You didn’t want to say anything. And, you suddenly realized, you were afraid to pressure him.

So you said the next best thing. In the silent hope, that one day he’d trust you enough to let you in.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You said very softly. His head perked up and his expression softened. No anger in sight.

“My sweet, caring girl. The ghosts of my past are no more than that. And don’t you worry. I got my revenge.”

You bit your lip and rolled onto your side, facing him properly. The thoughtfulness in your eyes turned into something else the longer you looked at him, a mixture of concern and gentleness. He didn’t seem to mind. He let you stare without interrupting your thoughts. It was a peaceful, comfortable silence.

“How did you get your revenge?” You asked quietly, before you could stop yourself.

He smirked and stretched out his arms behind his head.

“I killed him.”

A part of you had suspected as much. But another part of you, the naïve little girl that you somehow still were, felt horrified. He killed his own father. And yet, that other part of you whispered softly in the back of your mind.

Did you expect anything else?

You thought back to your mother. Had you ever had a gun in the wrong moment-

No. Never. You couldn’t kill anyone. Not even a fucking fly. You were the type of person to chase them out of the window, instead of crushing them.

It wasn’t enough to calm you down and he seemed to notice.

“Are you alright, sweet girl?”

You were going to die anyway. Why not speak freely at least?

Forget his father. He’s dead. But you’re not. Not yet at least.

“You scared me last night.”

His brows furrowed. “When we-“

“No.” You said in a soft tone and slowly sat up, wrapping the sheets around your body. “I mean, yes. Kind of. But that’s not the problem. You scared me when you said…when you said you would kill me if I gave you a reason to.” Your expression and your tone of voice were almost child-like. Innocent and curious, not at all trying to guilt-trip him. Just a girl, scared for her life. Her sanity.

Herself.

“Oh, sweet girl.” He said softly as he sat up as well. He reached out to pull you on his lap, but you pulled back. He frowned, but he didn’t protest.

“I was simply-“

“What could get me killed?”

It was so sharp, so matter-of-fact, that it made him pause for a moment. He looked genuinely caught off-guard, like he never expected him to ask him such a question. And like he wasn’t sure how to answer it.

“What?”

“What could I say or do that would make you kill me?” You asked in a soft voice. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, but you tried to stay strong. You needed to get a point across. You needed to know.

He thought for a moment, before he leaned back and narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful frown.

“Another man.”

Cheating. As if you really were anything to each other, right?

Such a normal thing. People got killed over cheating all the time, didn’t they?

Or did they really?

“Another man.” You whispered. “Okay. What else?”

He hummed softly. “If you left me.”

“If I left you?” You meant it in a way as if saying; how would I be supposed to leave you? There aren’t even fucking windows here.

He nodded. “When you leave me, you’re no longer my girl. And I don’t have a reason to keep you alive, if you’re not.”

You swallowed thickly. How very refreshing. He was being honest at least. Wasn’t that what you wanted? And you didn’t know if this was better or worse. You had expected as much.

“Anything else?” You whispered hoarsely.

“No.”

Your brows shot up in surprise. “No? If I don’t cheat on you or leave you, you won’t-“

“No.” He said again, in that infuriating, calm tone.

“And if I insulted you?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “If I hurt you? If I-“

“Don’t get me wrong.” The menacing bastard was back. “You don’t get to trample on me, sweet girl. In fact, you know what happens, if you do all that. You’ll get punished. And that didn’t change.” He narrowed his eyes further.

He took a long breath to calm himself and finally said: “I just didn’t want you to be terrified for no reason. I’m sure there are a few more things you can do that will definitely get you killed. So, try not to push my buttons too much. Don’t experiment. Don’t think you get any kind of power. All you are is my girl. Mine. Mine to use. Mine to torment as I please. You’re my plaything. My toy.” He got angrier with every word and you were sure, more than sure, you had done something terribly wrong.

“Mine to use however I see fit.” He gritted out. “Because that’s all you are to me.”

Every word stabbed a wound deeper and deeper into your soul. He didn’t love you. You weren’t an idiot. But a part of you had hoped, hoped so desperately, that you were anything more to him. Anything of meaning. Anything he cared about. Anything he thought about and smiled, when he went off to his mysterious workplace. Anything at all.

But you weren’t. You were his plaything. His fucktoy. His doll.

His girl.

Your face burned in shame and your guts churned painfully. You slowly looked down at your hands and folded them in your lap, while you kept the blanket pulled up to your chin.

“I wasn’t-“

“Yes, you were.” He hissed and roughly pulled your chin up, to make you look at him. “Did you hear me? You’re nothing more than a thing for me to use, a doll, something to dress up in a pretty dress and take my anger out on. Did you get that through your goddamn, thick skull? You’re nothing. Nothing at all.” He spat out.

At this point, you felt indeed like he had stabbed you. The knife was still there on the carpet by the bed. How very reckless. You could have stabbed him last night, didn’t he think about that? No, he was tired or maybe he just trusted himself to have broken you enough not to ever hurt him.

It was true. You wouldn’t ever hurt him. Not like that. That one punch was as far as it could go.

And now, as you sat there and listened to his cruel words, a small part of you suddenly wished he hadn’t bluffed, hadn’t used the knife as a way to find relief in his twisted mind. A part of you wished you weren’t there, to listen to his cruel reminders. The reminder that you were nothing.

Nothing at all.

You felt your hands shake, just the same second your lip quivered.

He was so angry, so furious, he hardly even recognized your presence. He wanted to make some point known.

You understood it now.

He would never love you.

But you? It was too late for you. You already loved him. And he was breaking your heart.

All your life you thought that couldn’t happen to you. You always assumed you were far too numb for these things.

A tear rolled down your cheek and you stared firmly down at your lap. Your hands were shaking furiously and your body shook with the sobs you choked back.

By the time he looked up again and saw the state you were in, his anger immediately disappeared. Something akin to horror took its place instead. He rushed forward without even thinking about it and held your arms tightly, tilting his head down below and staring up at you, to make you look at him.

“Wait.” He said quickly. “Wait. I didn’t mean it.”

You were stuck between pushing him away and letting him console you. But you knew there was probably nothing that could ever bring you back. Your heart, already broken and bruised, had just somehow been pieced back together by him, only for him to crush it again under the palm of his hand, under the cruelty of his words, under the weight of his actions.

You decided to push him back instead. At least for once, you tried to keep a semblance of dignity. It was a lost cause, but it meant something to you.

He let out a surprised exhale, but quickly rushed forward again, trying to get ahold of you, but this time, you struggled.

“Get off of me!”

“No, you need to listen to me!”

“No! No, get the hell off!”

“You need to listen!”

You struggled even harder and pushed him back, clawed at his skin and within seconds you found yourself in the middle of a physical fight. So far, he hadn’t tried to slap you or bring you to your senses anyhow, he just tried to make you focus. And when you hit against his chest or pushed him back by his shoulders, when you scratched his arms and pulled on his hair, he let you. Without retaliating. He let you.

You were just waiting for him to snap. A part of you might even have been hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him, because he had just hurt you so terribly. But he didn’t.

And when you pushed him back against the mattress, he let you.

And when you straddled his lap, he let you.

He even let you intertwine your fingers and press his hands against the bed.

He just let you.

You stopped struggling. Stopped fighting him and stopped trying to provoke anything.

You were on top him, your hair falling over your shoulders and framing your face like a waterfall. Everything else was suddenly gone. All that there was left were him and you. He stared up at you, his eyes wide and his expression one of quiet fascination. Of course he allowed you to take control. After all, all it needed was a tiny bit of strength from him and he’d have you pinned to the floor. But this time, he didn’t. He didn’t protest, didn’t fight back, didn’t even flinch. He allowed you to take the lead. He allowed you to take control of him.

When the thought hit you, you nearly choked on the air you breathed. And you breathed, heavily and quickly, until your breaths mingled into one. You leaned further down, so close that the tip of your nose almost touched his. His chest rose and fell quickly. You could tell, even though you kept your focus on his face.

“You meant it.” You whispered breathlessly.

He stared at you with his mouth slightly agape and then he slowly shook his head. “You’re more.” He whispered back.

More than a toy?

More than a doll?

More than just his girl?

You didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t allow yourself to hope, because if you did, the next time he crushed it, it would be ever harder for you to find back to yourself. And did you really want to risk that?

You shook your head, ready to come up with the next bitter, biting response, when his words caught you off-guard.

“You’re not only mine”, he said quietly. “I’m also yours.”

God, this was confusing. And slowly you felt yourself get as dizzy and nauseous as you would have on a rollercoaster. You hated rollercoasters, because you were afraid of them. You hated them, because you never went on one.

“You’re two people at once.” You whispered breathlessly. “How do I know, when your evil twin will be back?”

He smiled slowly. Even now, even when you felt heartbroken and furious, his smile meant so much to you. It made everything seem beautiful. Everything was easier. Nothing hurt.

Until it did.

“I know.” He whispered. “Maybe you could try and put him in his place, every once in a while.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. Did he really allow you to take control? Just like that? Was it a trick? Was it a game? A joke? Something even more evil he’d come up with?

Whatever it was, you were dying to find out. Because you were sure, you’d get punished anyway. So, why not make use of it?

You took a shaky breath and leaned further down, so close, until your lips almost touched.

“You really didn’t mean it?” You asked in the ghost of a whisper.

His gaze briefly wandered down to your lips, before he looked into your eyes again.

“No.” He whispered back. “Not even I am that dense.”

That nearly made you smile.

But just nearly.

Instead you did something else. You leaned further down, until your lips finally touched his. The kiss was feather-light and hesitant. The touch was so gentle, that you caught yourself asking yourself in your head, if it really was the same man.

He was letting you kiss him. He didn’t try anything. Didn’t try to part your lips or pull you closer. Didn’t try to push your legs apart. His hands were still motionless under yours, all that he did was slowly caress the back of your hands with his fingers.

He participated in the kiss. He kissed you back, obviously. But all he did was mirror your touch.

You were in control.

You gasped against his lips. You had no idea what to do. It felt odd. Maybe even wrong. The only things you had ever fantasized about were to get controlled by someone else.

Controlled by him.

And for you to control him, it sounded like an impossible endeavor. It felt like one, even more. But there you were. On his lap. Slowly guiding the pace.

You swallowed thickly.

“I don’t know what to do.” You whispered into the kiss.

He hummed very quietly. “Imagine I’m the good twin.” He whispered back and pulled back just enough to look at your face. “There is no right or wrong. Just do whatever feels good.”

You bit your lip as you watched him closely. It could still be a trick. But in the back of your mind, you knew it wasn’t. It was an attempt to heal you. Heal him as well, maybe. You were both damaged. Both two fragments, incomplete and alone. Was it possible that you could heal each other?

It sounded strange in your head. You wanted to be controlled. And he survived off the feeling of being in control. But maybe, just maybe, this was what you both needed. A role reverse. A chance to grow. A chance to connote. Just this once.

To become one, whole thing.

You took a deep, shaky breath and brushed your lips over his. You were still nervous. But you tried to do what he said. Just do whatever feels good.

And maybe it would.

You hesitantly, almost shyly, ran the tip of your tongue along his lower lip. His reaction surprised you. He moaned. You really expected him to get off on nothing but cruelty and violence. But somehow the feeling of you, of being with you, in any way, seemed to be enough.

You needed to try it. The shift. The control. Even just this once.

You slowly parted his lips with your tongue and yours met his in a timid, careful movement. He was still the one guiding you. But the biggest reason was, that you had no idea what you were doing. But he was holding himself back. You were on top, pressed against him.

He was yours.

Your man. Your psychopath. Maybe even your lover.

The kiss went on and your movements became more and more confident. You didn’t actually care what you were doing, as long as you heard the soft moans he tried to suppress. And every time he did, you couldn’t help but moan, too. Your tongues tangled in a sinful dance and you slowly slid your fingertips over his wrists and up his arms. Until you eventually reached his shoulders. His neck. His hair. His cheek. His chin.

You hadn’t realized how quickly you were breathing. All the time you expected him to push you away, to reject you, to stop you. But he never did.

Your hand stilled against his face and you pulled your head back to look at him. To see if he was going to stop you. Mock you. Hurt you some more.

But his expression was more earnest than you had ever seen before. You could see the way his throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed and the small, tiny frown of focus on his face. He looked much more mature in that moment than he usually did. When he wore that twisted smile, he looked younger. Carefree. But in that moment, he looked like a man who had seen life.

And death.

And taken a part in it.

He slowly parted his lips, when your fingers stilled against them, inviting you. Your mouth fell open and you inhaled sharply as you felt his tongue dart out.

“God, what are you-“ You stopped yourself and instead released the softest moan, when he ran his tongue along your index finger. His hand gently circled your wrist and he pressed his lips against the back of your hand. Your knuckles. And eventually each finger.

You watched him in awe, realizing you were only ever falling deeper for him.

What was it with that man that you loved him so much, despite all the pain he put you through?

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. The watching, the silence. You squeezed his hand and your head dipped forward. Your lips found his neck and you made a point of kissing each and every spot of skin you found on the way. His eyes fell shut and he took a shaky breath.

“No.” He whispered. “Wait.”

You immediately froze, expecting the inevitable rejection. But instead, he bit his lip and slowly slid his hands under your nightdress. The calloused skin of his palms ran up your back and he gently slid the material up, until he finally managed to pull it over your head and onto the ground. His gaze wandered from your face, down to your neck, where it lingered and eventually further down to your breasts and your stomach.

“God.” He whispered breathlessly. “God, you’re perfect.” He bit his lip again and met your gaze. “Let me worship you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you tilted your head to the side, only to feel his lips brush along your earlobe and eventually over your neck. You closed your eyes and sighed softly. It was the best feeling in the world.

His lips caressed your neck and his tongue occasionally darted out, drawing a moan from your lips. He moved with devilish slowness, a torturous pace, slow enough to make you melt into a puddle of desire on top of him. A part of you almost wanted to beg him. Beg him to go faster, to touch you harder, to take you. But you didn’t. Because another part of you wanted to savor every second of this.

When you felt the wet heat of his mouth move lower and embrace the sensitive skin of your breast, you felt your eyes roll back in your head. The sigh that came over your lips was more of a moan. You gently buried your fingers in his hair and played with it. Every time his tongue slipped out to run over the curve of your breast, you felt your hips press down against his own on pure instinct. You felt how hard he was, painfully so. But he didn’t press his hips up against you, he didn’t even try once. He was skilled at ignoring his own need, when he wanted to. He made you feel like a princess. Like all that mattered in the world were you.

You squirmed and shuddered when he moved underneath you, brushing his tongue down a wet path on your stomach.

His hands encircled the back of your thighs and he held you firmly, his fingers gently digging into your skin. And he moved. Lower and lower. Until you felt his hot breath kiss the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. A soft whimper left you and you bit your lip to keep yourself from begging. He was going to give you whatever you wanted. Today, there was no need to beg.

He slowly but firmly pushed your legs apart, and settled in-between them, still lying on his back and ignoring his own ache. He shot you a pointed look, before he finally stuck out his tongue and rolled it over the warm wetness of your need.

“Oh, God.”

He hit every right spot at the first try and you could no longer stay silent. His grip on your thighs tightened and he silently encouraged you to move. Move. Take what you want.

You swallowed a shaky moan and began to tentatively move your hips. It didn’t take long for you to figure out how it worked, how you had to move. It was so easy and the pleasure rolled over you like a warm bath.

“Oh, God.” You whispered again, tightening your hand in his hair.

He did the most sinful things, sliding his tongue inside you and pulling it back out, running it along every spot, embracing your center of pleasure with his warm lips and it felt like Heaven. He knew where to kiss, where to lick, where to suck and where to flick his tongue. He knew everything. And in that moment, you didn’t care one bit about where he gained that knowledge.

Because he used it on you.

And he’d be using it on your for as long as you were his girl.

And you wanted to be his girl for the rest of your life.

“Yes. There. Right there.” You gasped out, moving your hips again and silently begging him to continue, to give you what you wanted, to give you him.

And he did nothing less than that. He kissed you like he’d kiss your lips, he tightened his grip, he didn’t let you back away. His mouth was firmly attached to your body, eager to give you everything you wanted. Letting you ride yourself to bliss.

Which was exactly what you did. You didn’t even realize it, by how suddenly it happened, but your release rolled over you like a flash of lightning. It felt more intense than ever. You felt everything deeply and he didn’t stop, until he was sure, you were entirely spent and satisfied.

You were still gasping for air, when he finally released his grip on you and looked up at you with a soft expression.

You stared at him, trying to catch your breath. All you wanted was to say something, anything, but no words came over your lips. All you managed was the gentle touch of your palm against his cheek. He smiled slowly and covered your hand with his own. Then he slowly moved back up, so that you’d straddle his lap again.

“How was that?” He whispered.

“Fuck.” Was all that you managed.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, but no trace of mockery. Just satisfaction and a tad bit of pride. You forgave him. You would have forgiven him anything.

“Can I?” You finally whispered. You needed to know, if you were still in control.

He smirked. He looked so confident. Just like you always knew him. Confident and strong. In control. And yet…

“I’m all yours, baby. Ride me.”

You bit your lip. Your face flushed the tiniest bit, but you nodded. Now, this was making you really nervous. You had seen videos, but were you able to do it yourself?

Why not? You thought. Why not?

You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. Still slow and sensual, but you poured all the passion you felt for him in that kiss. And he responded in kind. He didn’t try to take control of your mouth. Instead he moaned against your lips, every time your tongue brushed against his. He ran a hand down your back and squeezed your behind firmly in his hand.

“Fuck, I need you to ride me or I’m going to die.” He groaned as he bit your lip. You responded with another moan. You still felt his hardness press against you, hard and ready and needy.

God, the thought alone. The thought that he wanted you that much. It drove you insane.

You swallowed thickly and carefully ran a hand down his chest, down his stomach, down his waist, until-

You smiled. You missed his throbbing, aching need and brushed your fingers gently along his thigh instead.

He glared up at you, a hint of desperation behind the repressed anger.

“I should have known this would come.” He hissed.

Your smile widened into a grin, as you teasingly caressed his side instead.

“What? I’m just doing what you do.”

He released a frustrated growl.

“You-“

“Come on.” You whispered. “Let me have this. Just this once.”

He was still frustrated, but the look in his eyes softened the tiniest bit.

“But I want you.” He murmured and you swallowed.

“How much?” You whispered. God, this was fun.

“How much?” He asked incredulously. “Can’t you feel how much?”

You hummed in the same way he normally would. So innocent. So devilish.

“Paint a picture with your words.”

He exhaled sharply. But eventually he calmed down and wrapped his arms around you gently.

“I need to be inside of you or I’m going to die. I’m going to die, I mean it.”

“Keep going.” You whispered. “Talk to me.” While you spoke, you shifted slightly on his lap, gently grinding down on him and letting him feel you. Just enough to make you gasp, not enough for him to enter you yet.

He bit his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

“I want to feel you.” He murmured. “I want to fuck you. I want to be one with you. And I fucking want to cum inside you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you sighed.

“Keep going.” You responded in a breathless whisper, as you ground down against him again. The friction was enough for your both to snap your eyes shut.

“I want you to cum.” He whispered back. “I want you to cum so hard, that it’ll make you cry.”

“Fuck.” You whispered breathlessly and buried your face in his neck. “Fuck, yes.”

You swallowed again and pulled your head back up, enough to rest your forehead against his.

“Let me move then?” You whispered. “Please?”

He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. “But fucking get to it.”

You released a shaky sigh. You kept your forehead pressed against his and stared into his eyes, intense and deep, while you slowly spread your legs further. You shifted again, your movements a little awkward and insecure, but eventually you felt him press up against you and you felt his tip press against your entrance. And then you slowly lowered yourself down onto his lap. You felt him fill you, but it happened so slowly that you felt every bit of it. And all the time you kept your gaze fixed on his eyes. His reaction. Every moan, every sigh, every twitch. All of it was enough to make you moan in return. You slowly lowered yourself further down, until you felt him all the way. And when you did…You didn’t move. You stayed like that. Just feeling. Just feeling all of him.

And the look in his eyes was worth it.

You had never seen him this soft, this vulnerable before. Not even when he told you about his father. His eyes were softer than ever before and you suddenly realized; you had never seen him this needy. This desperate to feel you. You were sure, just a second more and he would either take control or beg you. But you couldn’t let that happen.

It was his first time to let someone else take control after all.

And you couldn’t have him begging. You couldn’t have him do anything that would make him feel ashamed, when he was so unabashedly doing everything in order to make you happy.

So finally you moved. Slowly and carefully, very unsure still. But you moved. And he moaned. And he moved. And you moaned.

You had never felt him this deep before, this hard, this raw.

“Ride me.” He whispered breathlessly. “Ride daddy’s cock, baby.”

Your face flushed even more, but all you could focus on were his words. You movements became more forceful, more frantic, more desperate. And as hard as he tried not to move at all, it was simply impossible. He pressed his hips up against you, letting you feel him, so hard and God, so desperate.

“Yes. Yes, babygirl, just like that. Let daddy fill you up.” He groaned out.

With every thrust, every move, you felt yourself get closer yet again. It felt like a fantasy.

“Yes. Yes, my sweet girl, my baby, my darling, my love-“

His eyes widened frantically. He panicked. You could tell. So did you. On the inside. But on the outside, you pretended. You pretended all you could, that you hadn’t heard it.

The L-word.

The word that nearly broke you.

No, you hadn’t heard it. He had never said it. It was just a slip-up. A simple mistake. Nothing to get hot and bothered about.

When he realized you didn’t react, he slowly calmed down again and tightened his grip on your hips. His own movements became more and more desperate, until he was pounding into you from underneath.

“Fuck, yes. Cum for me, my babygirl. Cum for me, my darling. Take every drop of my cum.”

His words were enough to drive you over the edge. With a sharp inhale, a breathless moan, you felt your own orgasm hit you again. And he went over the edge right with you.

Your lips just an inch apart and your eyes fixed on each other.

Deep.

And raw.

“Yes.” He growled. “Oh God, yes. Fuck, yes. My girl. My girl, my...” His voice cracked and he came with a roar. He pushed his hips against you with a fervor that nearly left you bruised from the inside and it made your release drag on and on, until you felt you were about to take off to the sky.

It took you a few seconds, but when you both finally came back down from your high, you realized you were still staring into each other’s eyes. You mouth slightly agape and gasping for air, your brows furrowed and your bodies still connected in the most intimate way. You didn’t want him to withdraw yet. You wanted to feel his release run along your thighs. You wanted to feel dirty like that and at the same time you wanted something else entirely.

Stay close.

Stay together.

My love.

The word kept echoing through your mind like a poem, like a curse.

Like a death warrant.

My love.

He buried his hand in your hair and gently tugged on it.

“That…was…”

You had never seen him speechless before. The sight stirred so much in you.

You idiot girl. He hurt you, he hurt you so terribly and all you wanted right now was him beside you, at all times, maybe with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly.

God, you were just as insane as he was. Probably even more so.

He was a psychopath. What was your excuse?

You tried to distract yourself from your thoughts and so you decided to take control a last time. Your head dipped forward and you kissed him. With a tenderness that made your heart ache. And he responded. With a softness that left you breathless.

My love.

Half an hour later, you finally managed to get your hands off of each other. After you finished your bathroom routine, he invited you to the shower with him. You’d join him in a minute, you decided, while you were on your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Your mouth felt dry, your whole body did actually.

You felt sore as hell, but God. God.

The memory of it made you smile. You had never felt more loved in your life. Never felt more special, more desired, more…

A sound made you snap out of your thoughts and you looked up from the ground. What you saw made your heart stop.

The door.

The fucking door.

You mind went blank and your heart stopped beating.

The fucking door was open.

You swallowed thickly. Was it a test? Probably. Did you consider leaving?

You took a deep breath and slowly stepped into the hallway. The front door was open and there was that visitor’s terrace with a glass door attached to it, which led to the great staircase of the apartment complex.

It was a test. Or something equally cruel.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if he truly made a mistake? He was only human after all.

You stared at the glass door like you would have stared at an alien.

This was probably your only ever chance. To flee. Escape.

Get back to…

To what?

To normality, you told yourself.

To safety.

A lump formed in your throat. Did you want that? Did you even want to leave?

Even if it wasn’t a test, did you truly want to leave him?

The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. It almost felt like acid and it weighed like a heavy stone on your heart. The thought of sleeping alone again, of never seeing his silly smile again. Even the twisted one, you’d miss.

The thought of never feeling his lips on yours again.

His hands in your hair, his voice in your ear.

His everything.

Him.

You were his girl.

You couldn’t just up and leave. What was there in the world for you?

Maybe this was exactly your destiny. Him. Him. Him.

He was all you needed, right? He took care of you. He provided for you.

He loved you. In his own, twisted way.

My love.

You couldn’t, you decided. You couldn’t leave. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t ever-

The sound of someone’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, but to your horror, it wasn’t him. Your eyes widened impossibly when you saw the form of a man approaching.

He looked like a janitor or something like that. A man far past his prime with greying hair and a kind smile.

God, you had missed kindness.

But no, no, you were his girl. You were his girl. You wouldn’t ever leave.

You took a step back like a cornered animal as the man approached and said something to you in Korean. When you backed away even more, he stopped and his eyes widened in surprise.

He kept talking to you, kept speaking in that reassuring tone of voice.

“I…don’t…understand.” You breathed out.

You didn’t even realize how you must have looked, terrified and broken. A faint mark on your cheek. Your clothes crumpled. Bite marks, love bites, more marks on your throat.

He frowned slightly and tilted his head to the side.

“Miss-“ He said in a thick, Korean accent. “Miss- The man that’s live here- The man- Is he-“

In that moment, you felt it. His presence was so prominent, you didn’t need to hear him call out to you. You just felt it. He came in, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet from the shower. He most likely came to look why you hadn’t come yet.

You quickly spun around and met his gaze, your expression horrified. Your eyes were so expressive.

The door was open. He came by himself. It wasn’t my fault. Please! It wasn’t my fault!

Something hard flashed through his eyes, but it was only visible to you and it was only there for the blink of an eye. And then it was gone and it got replaced by the tight smile.

A tight, polite smile, directed at the janitor in the doorway. He spoke to him in Korean and stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You stared at the ground, completely horrified.

Oh no, you thought.

Oh no. This is it.

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Author's note: I'll be honest with you, guys, this chapter cost me YEARS of my life, omg. I wrote 5000 words yesterday and then realized I didn't like what I was writing, so I deleted everything and did this today instead. I hope it was the right decision! On a super exhausted note, I'll try to answer all of your sweet, lovely messages in time!!! I'm not even exaggerating, a few of them really made me cry. Not almost, but for real. I don't know what I did to deserve all this kindness and love, but I really, really love you all! SO much!

[mysticmutants]

not a lot, just forever

summary: weddings were never logans thing. the sappy vows, hundreds of people watching two people profess their love for each other— so why was being at jean and scott’s wedding with you affecting him so much?

pairing: logan howlett x reader

word count: 1k

warnings: romcom themes, weddings, possibly ooc!logan

authors note: sooo this is my first fic! I have some plans for a much longer, chaptered fic but figured I should ease myself into this! please go easy on me! any tips or suggestions are welcomed. thank you if you read my loves ౨ৎ

logan had been here so long he began to question where he went wrong in his life to put him here. what primordial being he had wronged to place him where he was— sitting next to you, adjusting uncomfortably in a cheap folding chair. not only were his senses being ambushed, overwhelmed—the guests cheap perfumes, the soft classical music playing in the background, mixing with the chatter of excited guests— but being here with you, was triggering something inside of him. he wasn’t someone that enjoyed weddings. anyone who looked at him even for a fraction of a second could deduce that about him. too gruff, hardened, to enjoy such a sappy environment.

it was anxiety inducing, to say the least. he shifts in his seat, trying not to fidget too much as his eyes flick from you—sitting next to him, raving about how beautiful the venue was, how excited you were for your teammates— to his surroundings.

“not a wedding person, logan?”

you speak softly, eyes raking over his appearance as you note the way his brows pinch together a little more than usual—a telltale sign of what was going on in his mind. he shakes his head in response. “they should’ve just eloped. less hassle.” he mutters gruffly, earning a laugh from you. he feels you lean in, elbowing him gently. “be nice. it’s their big day, you know? a celebration of their love.” you exclaim, a warm grin adorning your plush lips. the sight nearly makes his heart leap out of his chest—yearning for its rightful owner, you. he huffs in response, arms crossed over his broad chest. he wants to stop talking about this, to think about anything other than this god forsaken wedding. at least when he got through the ceremony, there would be alcohol at the reception. you lean in once more, and he can smell your perfume. his breath hitches and he eyes you, hoping you didn’t catch it. “so, I’ll take it you don’t see yourself settling down, cowboy?” you inquire.

not unless it’s with you.

he doesn’t miss the way your eyes drift to his lips, and back up to his eyes, but he does brush it off as him seeing things; chalking it up to his old mind deteriorating. he scoffs, brow raising as he scans the room once more in a feeble attempt to avoid eye contact with you. “settle down? no. people like us rarely get to settle down, darlin’. you know that. wouldn’t want anyone to get tangled in my mess.” he remarks—his way of saying ‘I’m terrified to get close to anyone, for fear of them winding up kidnapped by enemies or worse; waking up with my claws in their stomach—your expression darkens at his words, lips pursed and nostrils flared.

you nod, a sheepish grin curving at your lips. “right, yeah. of course.” you chuckle. “people like us don’t get the chance at a life like that very often. all the more reason to be happy for these two.” you nod, gesturing to scott standing at the altar. “you’ll get it, too.” he grumbles, pulling at the tie on his neck. “any man would be lucky to have you. just a matter of finding the right person.” your eyes linger on him at the mention, before tearing away to gaze up at the altar again.

“well,” you start, sighing, “I don’t think that my person thinks that I’m their person. so I’m sort of at a standstill.” you admit, breathlessly. now you’ve got his attention.

he leans forward, palms on the top of his thighs. “oh? and who might this person be, doll? have you tried telling him how you feel?” he questions, trying—and failing—to come off as subtle. you grin, a small chuckle falling from your lips. “no, but only because I know better. why try when you know the answer, right? I mean.. I’ve tried, I suppose. dropped hints. but I’m beginning to question if he doesn’t realize, or if he doesn’t want to realize, you know?” you turn to him, confused on why he was suddenly so attentive; his anxiety from moments before gone. his brow raises, waiting for you to elaborate. his heart skips a beat as you lean in even closer, breath fanning across his face.

“well, my right person… he doesn’t let people in. not fully. he acts like it’s because he doesn’t care but… i think he’s scared. he wants to be loved so badly, and i can see it. he doesn’t want someone to get hurt because of him. not again.” you speak cautiously, looking at him. really looking at him.

his breath hitches in his throat as he meets your eyes. were you… talking about him? no way. he opens his mouth to speak, to counter, to confess, but he’s cut off by the wedding march beginning to play.

and he’s right back to cursing whatever god he could think of. he can’t help but grin, though, as he stands with all the other guests. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, filling it with warmth.

he turns to watch jean walk down the aisle, anticipating the end of the ceremony—wishing his mutation was to speed up time rather than his adamantium claws. for once, though, it wasn’t because he couldn’t wait to get this over with. to get to the fun part already—the part where he could drink. it was because he couldn’t wait to finally tell you how he felt. to face his fears.

maybe, for once, he didn’t mind weddings so much.

he just hoped the next one would be yours.

[yanderes-galore]

Having thoughts about Overblotting in Twisted Wonderland causing darling's regular lover to turn yandere, a bit like the yandere infection AU. Can I get a version of that for Idia Shroud?

So it looks like this doesn't take place in the main story... So I'll see what I can put together for this AU? Here's my favorite TWST character ever... He just like me fr 🤭

IF ANYONE HAS IDEAS TO PROPERLY FLESH OUT THIS AU, LET ME KNOW, I LIKE THE THOUGHT OF IT. I HAVE SOME IDEAS FOR THE ORIGIN OF IT BUT I THINK I'LL WAIT FOR THIS TO POST FIRST.

❗️Possible TWST Book 6 Spoilers Below❗️

Yandere! Overblot! Idia Shroud

(Yandere Infection AU Version)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping, Clingy behavior, Attempted murder briefly mentioned, Consensual turned forced relationship.

If we're to make an AU centered around this... Maybe more blot occurs from a magic user's obsession?

Blot itself is already tied to emotional connections if not artificially started.

So... Maybe characters overblotting due to their obsession starts due to being given something?

For example, love potions or some sort of magic enhancement that has severe side effects?

I like to imagine maybe this infection started because Idia was researching blot.

His curse naturally makes him burn off blot... yet maybe while testing some or trying a new enhancement, he starts to act weird.

Idia doesn't interact with people much.

The only people close to him are Ortho... and you.

In this AU, you and Idia are in an established relationship.

He doesn't have many friends due to his job and antisocial nature.

Yet you still managed to connect with him, perhaps another soul similar to him in interests and nature?

Idia didn't think he'd fall for anyone that isn't fictional.

But he somehow managed to score you, someone he can't help but feel giddy around.

Maybe you're the prefect sent from another world?

You have no idea when you'll be getting home... So you decided to befriend Idia in a club.

Then said meetings eventually became hang outs...

Then Idia found himself catching feelings.

He was no doubt a mess when confessing, too.

He knows he probably shouldn't fall for someone from another world... but it's right out of an isekai plot and he can't help it...!

You're so cute too... He just had to make a move before anyone else did...!

Even if Idia knew a relationship with you wouldn't last long, it's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

You bring him out to places other than clubs at school, you make him come out of his shell...

He even often invites you to Ignihyde just so he can have your attention.

Something tells me Idia enjoys private cuddles with you while gaming or watching something.

You never judge him... and that's only one of the reasons he adores you.

So, honestly, your relationship starts mutual.

You and Idia love each other, Idia even using his tech to watch your every move and help with the recent overblotting situation.

Yet he never thought he could overblot with his curse.

It burns too fast in his system, if anything it should just power him.

However... What if Idia was researching blot to find better ways to help you defend yourself against it....

He knows you aren't as affected by it as magic users, but the miasma and strength of phantoms can still harm you.

Last thing Idia wants is you being harmed.

So, in secret, Idia starts finding ways to benefit you due to the recent Overblot issues.

At first it's mostly easy since he's connected to S.T.Y.X.

Yet maybe for this AU... Things start going wrong.

While researching one of the Overblot stones Grim is so fond of to try and weaponize blot, Idia ends up catching something.

It's... a different sort of blot than the others, maybe?

Even the stone has a strange pink tint when he collects it before Grim gobbles it.

Idia doesn't notice the effects at first.

Sure, he's a bit lethargic... but that could just be his sleep schedule.

Plus... All symptoms seem to go away when he's with you.

Idia's not worried, if blot is truly the issue then his curse should take care of it.

Yet... That doesn't seem to be the issue completely.

Idia's symptoms get worse the longer he's away from you.

It's akin to a lovesickness... Making Idia miss you more and more.

It starts as yearning, a more intense feeling than what he's used to.

Idia often watches your every move through his tech... trying his hardest to distract himself with his games.

Yet he keeps trying to experiment with that strange Overblot stone... and he can't get you out of his head.

He suddenly becomes more clingy too.

Idia is normally never seen out of his dorm until you visit him or go to clubs.

When you try to go to class, Idia slips in to sit by you.

Your boyfriend barely uses the tablet at times, just leaning against you like a lovesick puppy.

If you look closely, his golden eyes swirl a certain darkness in them... but you can mistake it for something else.

A trick of the mind, maybe....

During lunch Idia cuddles against you, whining about just heading back to his dorm.

Perhaps he even attempts PDA due to the needy nature he's developing, kissing your neck gently as he begs for your attention.

You can barely go to Ramshackle with how intense Idia becomes.

You're always dragged to Ignihyde, Idia pushing you on his bed and cuddling up to you.

Ortho is no doubt going to notice something is up, yet even he struggles to comprehend it.

His brother has a strangely high amount of blot accumulation in his system... Yet that shouldn't be the case?

The curse should burn it away... yet this blot clings to his system, maybe even around his heart.

Idia's behavior is far from normal for a boyfriend.

You can barely pry him off you nowadays, the man clinging to you and kissing you as he whispers about needing you.

Later, violence develops.

Suddenly Ace, Deuce, and even Grim are threats.

Soon other dorm leaders are trying to steal you.

To Idia, everyone becomes an enemy but you.

Ortho tries to help diagnose Idia running scans and tests, maybe even suggesting Idia get himself checked at S.T.Y.X.

Idia, however, despises the idea of leaving you at NRC.

Is he an idiot or something? Letting others run off with you?

No, to Idia, the perfect love story would involve locking you away with him.

If he goes to S.T.Y.X... You'll be coming with him.

Which means, no one else will get to have you.

Surely Ortho will understand his older brother's plight?

Honestly, when you refuse to go with him to S.T.Y.X or someone pushes things too far by doing something as simple as asking to hang out...

Idia may just Overblot.

It's... Almost unlike his Overblot in Book 6.

To make it different for this new AU, the nlot that comes from him holds a pinkish color mixed with the black.

It's an Overblot made from negative emotions still... but this time it's obsession or jealousy.

Idia has a vague sense of awareness.

All he really cares about is finding you and preventing others from having you.

He burns hot, his curse finally feeding off the blot he's creating.

The miasma that soaks the air contains the same weird tint... maybe it even has a sickly sweet smell.

It makes everyone around him tired... Yet it's just as toxic as other Overblots.

Idia isn't going to calm down until he finds you.

Even then, he won't be knocked out of his Overblot until someone forces him... or his curse finally burns it all.

In the meantime... There's a good chance Idia might accidentally poison his partner due to his Overblot.

He's aware this is wrong... but can't seem to control it.

This isn't a normal Overblot... It's something different.

It... almost feels tamed once he has you in his sights.

I can see Idia trapping you against his overheating body, growling through his mask as he fully intends to level NRC if they get too close.

The phantom he creates probably still resembles Ortho or Hades... but that's up to you.

Either way, It's going to take some strong magic to soothe him... Even then, a cure is still needed.

You heard that right... I feel Idia would be able to be cleansed of his blot... but would still need a cure.

This love sickness still clings to him... Without purification, he'll just Overblot again.

Idia ends up being dragged off to S.T.Y.X... Probably due to his parents' order.

After all... The Shroud Family isn't supposed to Overblot.

This... is strange.

You yourself are probably taken in because it's assumed you were the cause.

You're researching the traces of blot on you collected and studied.

If they're lucky... They'll take the odd stone with you to lock away and study.

Meanwhile, you and Idia are kept away from one another.

Idia keeps crying out, begging to see you.

He claims this is betrayal, that he'll figure something out!

No one lets him out of his cell....

This leads Idia stew in his bitter obsession... Practically growling like an animal.

If not properly vented or purified... He could overblot again.

Part of Idia yearns for it... It felt surprisingly pleasurable.

Plus... if he Overblots again... Then he can take you back.

Not even S.T.Y.X will hold him back forever...

So hopefully a cure is made soon for the sake of both of you.

"You don't get it...! THEY'RE. MINE!"

[heli-writes]

A dragon's heart, part 12.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, rape and abuse, mentions of breeding, marking, nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: Took a while to finish this. I found the last part especially hard to write so I put it off for weeks. But voilá, it's finally here!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

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Axiety. It's what curses Katsuki's veins right now. After he left his mother at the war tent, he went ahead and took a look at his injured men. Some of them might never mount a dragon again. That already made him restless. He feels like ever since he became chief, things have gone bad. They need a win soon. His men can't lose morale. It won't benefit the tribe and they'll also maybe get some bad ideas. His mother stepped down as a chief voluntarily, but Katsuki is sure that the rest of the tribe would have forced her if she didn't. It's easy to blame the leadership when things go wrong. Even if some things are out of the chief's control.

That's when y/n crosses his mind. He has forgotten about her ever since Kirishima walked into his tent. Maybe she can be his win, a way to boost morale among his men and a way to strengthen his position. If y/n was to carry a healthy, happy baby, Katsuki and her could lead an example for the rest of the tribe. To show them that there is a future. After today's events, he's sure that he's making the right decision taking y/n on as a mate. He fully trusts her to become a good partner, a good mother. He'll do everything in his might to ensure the tribe's and y/n's future. She won't ever have to go back to the men who hunted her like an animal.

His heart feels heavy and full when he makes his way back to his tent. He can't wait to pull y/n into his arms, to feel her soft warm frame pressed against him. It's what he needs right now. 

Surely, y/n must have returned by now. She was angry earlier but he hasn't experienced y/n to hold a grudge for too long. Also, it's gotten dark and cold. That must've driven her back home as well.

When he enters his tent, it lies in darkness and silence. He stares into the black of the tent, listening expectantly. Y/n's not here. His heart starts to pump harder, blood cursing faster through his veins than just a few minutes ago. He can hear an unsettling whooshing in his ears. 

Y/n's gone.

It takes a moment for the realization to sink in. Then, he turns around on his feet exiting his tent swiftly. In front of the entrance, he stops in his tracks. His first instinct is to find Kirishima. Get him to assemble a search party, get everybody moving to find her.

It's a bad idea. He and y/n have to lead as an example. How can he prove to his men that they can find a mate outside of the tribe that loves and accepts them if his own mate runs off in the middle of the night? No, the others can't find out. Especially his mother. He can already see the triumph in her eyes telling him 'I've told you so'. He must find her alone.

But where could she possibly have gone to? She doesn't know anybody or anything around here. A cold chill runs down his back. She wouldn't have tried to leave, would she? That would be incredibly stupid of her. She can't survive in these mountains. Especially not without appropriate gear. But that didn't stop her before. 

Katsuki thinks back to when y/n took off the day after getting injured by these men with bows and arrows. Back then, she also was stupid enough to think that she could wander off in the forest on her own. And now she was angry, furious even. With heavy emotions like that clouding her logical thinking, it wouldn't surprise Katsuki if she got the bright idea of running off. He can already picture her angry, pouting face in his mind. 

Shit. He needs to find her. 

First of all, Katsuki tries to search the settlement inconspicuously just to make sure he's not setting off a false alarm. He's glad that most of the tribe already settled into their tents for the night. While he wanders through the settlement, he's getting more anxious with each passing second. Scenarios of y/n getting torn apart by a pack of wolves, of y/n falling down a hillside and other deadly things fill his inner eye.

When he can't find her in the settlement, he decides he must scout out the area surrounding the tribe's village of tents. Considering she's on foot, she can't have made it very far. In this darkness, she must've laid to rest somewhere. Tonight's new moon, so it's especially dark tonight. Out there, you can't see your hand infront of your own eyes. She must wait to continue her journey by sunrise.

It's best to look for her on the back of his dragon, he decides. He can cover more ground and the Drami's improved eyesight and smell will help them to find y/n quickly. So, he sets way to the stables. He already knows Drami won't be too happy about him waking her up. He walks quickly through the gore to the dragon's den. The other dragons ignore him, some bow their heads in respect. There's even the small green one that hasn't been tamed yet. It scurries away at the sight of Katsuki.

Only his torch illuminates the den upon entering. The dragons inside seem to be asleep. „Drami!“, he calls out to his dragon almost softly. He doesn't want to evoke the great red's rage. „Drami!“, he calls out again, this time a bit louder. Then, the big red dragon moves. It stretches its long hind legs and raises its heavy head.

„We need to find y/n, c'me on!“, Katsuki tells the dragon.

The dragon snarls at him and huffs hot air into his face. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

„Yeah, I know it's late. That's why we need to find her quickly.“, he points out.

The dragon stares at him intently. Katsuki is not sure what she's trying to tell him. „What?“, he asks shrugging. The dragon shifts again, lifting its heavy wing up, revealing y/n. Katsuki's eyes almost bulge out of his head. What on earth is she doing here? Almost at the same time, relief floods his veins. She's safe. When Katsuki wants to rush to the woman's side, a claw-studded paw cuts in between him and y/n. 

Katsuki's head jolts up. „What?“, he asks the dragon again. Drami looks angry now. A deep rumble curses through the dragon's throat. It snaps at Katsuki leaving behind a loud cracking sound when its upper and lower teeth clash against each other. Katsuki jumps back just in time to not get crushed in between the dragon's large jaw.

„Hey!“, he barks at the dragon, „What the fuck are you doin'?“

The dragon rises to its full height filling out the den completely. Y/n slides off its tummy and awakes in a rough manner. Disorientedly she looks around. Meanwhile, the dragon shifts into an intimidating stance looking angrily at Katsuki.

„What are you angry about?“, Katsuki yells grasping y/n's attention.

The dragon curls its tail around y/n in a protective manner. Katsuki doesn't fail to catch onto that.

„Is this about y/n? Fuck, it's not my fault that dumbass ran away?“, he defends himself in front of his dragon. Y/n awkwardly watches the scene in front of her. Somehow, she feels content. Seems as if the dragon is about to put Katsuki into his place. Good.

The dragon snaps at him again and Katsuki quickly moves out of its way. „Don't fuck with me, Drami. It's not funny! I didn't do anything!“, he yells at the dragon.

Suddenly, another rumble goes through the red dragon's throat and then there's electricity in the air. Katsuki's eyes widen. She's not about to...? Not in here! The fire would burn all of them. He can see an orange colour light up in the dragon's throat. Shit!, he thinks. Instinctively, he jumps over the dragon's tail and covers y/n's body with his own.

As quickly as the electricity becomes palpable in the air, as quickly it fades again. Y/n peeks through Katsuki's arms and sees the dragon staring at them intensely. Katsuki shifts, facing the dragon again. He sighs in relief. He absolutely believes Drami would go through with such an action. If a dragon doesn't deem a human worthy of their trust anymore, they more often than not kill them.

„You crazy fuck,“, he tells the dragon standing up and shaking his head. In return, the dragon growls at him

„I get it ok, I haven't been a good mate. I let her slip away.“, he continues. The dragon continues to stare at him angrily.

Katsuki raises his arms in defeat, then drops them again. „What do you want me to say? I didn't keep an eye on her. She could've died, yes. But she was safe with you, wasn't she?“

A rustling sound goes through the red's throat. It moves its head closer to Katsuki and presses its nose against his chest. Katsuki stares back with the same intensity. Then he sighs in defeat.

„Thank you for taking care of her. I'll be better, I promise.“, he tells her and the dragon gives him one more intense stare before settling into a laying position again. The smaller red dragons, which fled the bigger one the moment they sensed its anger, return to its side again.

Y/n doesn't know what Katsuki tells the dragon but it's clear he almost shits his pants. She finds that rather satisfying. Even if the red dragon almost fried her in the process. Quickly, she scrambles onto her feet. She must've fallen asleep somewhen but she's wide awake now.

Katsuki turns to her taking a long look at her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. His instinct tells him to walk up to her, shake her and yell at her for being stupid. He can't believe she ran off and walked straight into dragon territory. She can be lucky Drami protected her. If she was unlucky, one of the other dragons could've seen a convenient snack in her that walked straight into their mouth. Considering what happened earlier, that's probably a bad idea though. Y/n was already pissed and it's better to reconcile than to argue. Especially, since Katsuki decided to ignore his mother's disapprovement. 

Katsuki walks up to y/n and takes her hand. He puts it over his heart and presses it softly. „Don't you dare leave again.“, he tells her. Then, more softly, he adds: „I need you. I was worried.“

Y/n looks up at him. At first, her face looks clueless as it usually does when she doesn't understand him. Then, she harshly pulls her hand away. She's still angry at him. Don't you think a few soft words will make me forget what has happened today, she thinks. 

Without looking at him, she stomps past him exiting the den. Katsuki swirls around and immediately catches up to her. Outside the den, he gets a hold of her wrist and pulls a bit too harshly. Y/n is swirled around. She stops herself inches in front of his chest. Quickly, she brings an arm's length distance between them, as far as her arm allows her to. Katsuki keeps a tight grip on her wrist.

„Where the fuck do you think, you're doing?“, Katsuki growls at her. Y/n looks at him with fire in her eyes.

„Let go of me, asshole!“, she yells at him pulling at her wrist. She doesn't care how loud she is or if she wakes up one of the dragons. How dare he act like this? Maybe a few days prior she would've mistaken Katsuki's attitude for concern, but knowing what she knows now, she's sure it's possessiveness. She can't stand that. Considering what Nadia says, that's all that women are in this place. She refuses to become Katsuki's possession, to let him push her around like that. He either accepts her as an equal or he doesn't get to have her at all.

Stunned, Katsuki lets go of her hand. He already notices some dragons shift in the darkness. Y/n crosses her arms in front of her chest. She doesn't really know where she's going with this. She doesn't want to argue with Katsuki. So far, he has been good to her. Today's been not good, but at the end of the line, he didn't treat her badly. The ceremony this morning went badly but Katsuki didn't lash out his anger at her, only at his furniture. While she doesn't understand where exactly his anger comes from, she shares the sentiment. 

It's been frustrating. Clearly, it's been frustrating to both of them and that Katsuki doesn't seem to have much control over his anger is something y/n noticed before. And despite what Nadia said, he didn't put his hands on her. He even wanted to protect her from the great red's fire. Y/n knows that if the dragon had gone through with it, Katsuki would've been burned to crisps. He was ready to sacrifice himself for her. Katsuki must value her more than he lets on.

Y/n sighs and rubs her face. She tries to calm herself. In contrast to Katsuki, she has more control over her anger. Katsuki watches her intently. He doesn't want to argue with her either. He's frustrated and worried and he doesn't know how to make y/n understand how important she is. To him. To his people.

He tries to take a step towards her when a growl and a pair of red glowing eyes appear right behind her. It's the small green dragon from earlier. Katsuki stops in his tracks. This dragon is untamed which means that it is unpredictable. 

„Don't move.“, he wispers and hopes that y/n understands.

Apparently, y/n didn't hear him, or rather didn't understand him but she slowly moves around staring right into the green one's eyes. Fear starts pulsing in her veins again. At the same time, the anger that's been trying to push down bubbles up again. 

Seriously? As if I don't have enough problems, I've got to deal with this thing again?, she thinks angrily.

„Y/n.“, Katsuki says calmly. They can't make a wrong move right now. His mind flickers back to Drami in the den. He's sure she must sense the green one by now. He just hopes she isn't too offended by earlier to help them if necessary.

Y/n ignores Katsuki. She continues to stare into the green's eyes intently. She holds its gaze. She's not going to back down. It's probably stupid to pick a fight with a dragon but Katsuki and the whole situation made her angry enough to try. 

With a steady, almost dangerous voice, she speaks to the dragon: „Leave. I won't be dealing with you tonight.“

The green dragon shifts, still holding her gaze. For a moment, its gaze flickers back to Katsuki.

„Hey, eyes on me!“, y/n barks at it and immediately catches its attention again. Katsuki feels like he's about to faint. Is she really speaking to a dragon like that? What outcome is she expecting?

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„I'm telling you one more time.“, y/n says loudly, „Leave and don't come after us.“

The green dragon stares at her. There's a clicking sound in its throat. Then, he snaps at y/n, but y/n expected it considering it snapped at her earlier. She uses her chance and throws herself at its snout. Katsuki watches her with an open mouth. Y/n pushes its snout down before letting go of it.

„Leave!“, she yells. The green dragon looks at her perplexed. It raises its head, probably to spew fire at them when a deep rumble can be heard from the red one's den. It's probably a warning. It's enough to make the green one back off. Y/n holds her stance and stares after it until it disappears into the darkness again. 

When it's clear that it's gone, she loosens her stance and huffs a strand of hair out of her face. Meanwhile, Katsuki gains control of his facial expression again. He's not sure whether to be impressed that y/n stood her ground in front of a dragon or concerned that she's mad enough to try so. Actually, it's probably not that bad. He remembers when he tamed Drami. It's the first thing you need to be capable of, to stand your ground in front of such a mighty beast. Most people go into fight-or-flight mode. Of course, then you also need to fight it into submission, but that's another thing.

Y/n turns around to Katsuki. „Are you coming?“, she tells him before turning to leave. Katsuki quickly catches up to her. They don't speak while they walk back to the settlement. 

The closer they get to the tents, the more relaxed Katsuki feels. Also, his bad consciousness starts to creep up on him. He never apologized to y/n about what had happened today.

„Y/n“, he calls out to her and stops her by taking her hand. This time his touch is soft and not firm. Y/n can get out of his grasp anytime she wants. She turns towards him and looks at him expectantly.

„I'm sorry about today. I'm sorry about my mother treating you badly, I'm sorry if the whole presentation was humiliating to you and I'm sorry I lost it earlier.“, he tells her. 

Y/n is sure he's apologizing right now. He's got that look in his eyes. Curved eyebrows, an almost sorrowful look on his face. It's not enough, however, he needs to try a little harder. A simple apology isn't going to get him into her good grace again. Katsuki sighs and steps a bit closer to her. With his other hand, he strokes her cheek.

„You've been nothing but great. To me, you're the perfect mate. Hell, you are standing your ground no matter what we throw at you. Even a dragon. We, no I, failed you. Drami's right. If I want to be your mate, I need to be better. I promise I will be better.“, he softly says. He knows she can't understand him but he just hopes she'll soften up on him a little bit.

Y/n stares in his eyes intently. His voice sounds soft, almost submissive. She sighs. There's no use in keeping this argument up. It's not going to help her situation. And at least, Katsuki seems to understand that she's frustrated. She just hopes he also believes that her frustration is justified and that he's not just trying to sway her.

She touches his hand softly. Katsuki gives her a shy smile and takes a few steps closer to her. When she doesn't react, he closes the gap between them. Carefully, he wraps his arms around her. Y/n can't help but lean into the touch. By now Katsuki's touch has become something familiar and comforting to her. She buries her face in his chest. Katsuki chuckles and y/n can feel the vibration of his laugh. Her heart flutters a bit. Damn this Katsuki, she thinks, Why does he have to be so attractive? She can feel Katsuki's hand in her hair. Lightly, he scratches the skin on her head. Y/n wants to melt. After this long, confusing day, she just wants to relax and fall asleep in his arms.

Katsuki's hand moves towards her ear and he tucks a few strands of hair behind it. Y/n looks up to him and is met with a soft gaze. It's almost surprising to her. Katsuki rarely looks so soft. He's just not that kind of guy. Maybe today has worn him thin as well. Y/n gives him a small smile. Katsuki's hand ghosts along her cheek. Slowly he moves his head towards hers giving y/n enough time to move out of the way or reject him. She doesn't. Katsuki's lips meet y/n's in a light kiss. He's not putting much pressure behind it. Just enough for y/n's heart to make a little jump. 

Quickly, he pulls away and ruffles y/n's hair lightly. Y/n retreats a bit as well. Katsuki throws an arm around her and pulls her towards the settlement. There's almost no one outside anymore and it's quiet when they walk back to Katsuki's tent. Y/n is shivering by the time they arrive. Katsuki's arm around her shoulder does little to keep her warm. Inside, they're met with the chaos they left behind earlier today. Y/n shakes off Katsuki's arm and zigzags around the broken things on the ground. She picked up the broken parts of the chair earlier but left the other things he threw around on the floor. She flops down onto Katsuki's bed and points at the mess on the floor.

„You're tidying that up!“, she says sternly. Katsuki scratches the back of his head embarrassedly. He's not sure what y/n said but he guesses she's scolding him for the chaos in the tent. Dutifully, he starts picking up the things on the floor. Meanwhile, y/n starts looking for the clothes she wore to bed yesterday. Once she's found them, she disappears to the attached bathing hut. 

When she's done changing, she returns to the main room. She looks around approvingly. Katsuki tidied up the place quite well. Currently, he's not in the tent. Y/n guesses he disposes of some broken things. While waiting for him, she picks up an apple from a fruit bowl that Katsuki placed back on the small table. Sitting on the bed, she eats it. While it's not much, she's glad to finally get something into her stomach. 

Eventually, Katsuki comes back into the tent. When he sees y/n sitting on the bed, he gives her a curt nod. Then, he starts changing. He's still wearing the armor that he put on before the presentation. Chewing on her apple, y/n watches Katsuki changing. Katsuki usually doesn't wear many clothes so there's not much new to see but y/n takes her time observing. She feels like she deserves that. After all, he let all of his people and that woman eyeball her this morning.

She lets her eyes run over his broad shoulder and how the muscles of his back move when he opens his pants and slips out of them. Katsuki stands there in his underwear for a moment as long as he puts the armor and pants away. Y/n admires his naked chest. A few scars decorate the soft skin on his pecks. Her gaze follows his trained bicep down to his hands. She doesn't notice how Katsuki's done putting on some linen pants or how she stopped chewing at some point.

„Ya like what you see?“, Katsuki asks her with a cocky smirk on his face. 

Katsuki's voice rips her out of her own thoughts. She's met with Katsuki's triumphant facial expression. Oops, guess he caught me, she thinks. She sits up a bit and throws the rest of her apple at Katsuki. Katsuki catches y/n's projectile with ease and gives her a biting laugh. He finishes off the apple in two bites and throws it into a bowl by the side.

Katsuki walks over to the bed and gets in at y/n's side. He starts to climb over her but stops when he's right above her. Y/n tries to shuffle away to give him some more space to get to the other side of the bed when she notices a suspicious twinkle in his eyes. He's not planning to move to the other side. Y/n rolls her eyes and Katsuki chuckles. He leans down and kisses her on the lips.

This time, the kiss is a bit less soft. It's more urgent and there's more pressure behind it. Y/n's eyes flutter close. Katsuki slides down and his weight pushes y/n deeper into the pillows. Absently, y/n's hand runs down Katsuki's chest. She feels Katsuki's tongue running along her upper lip. She lets her own tongue run along his lip as well and soon they meet in an even deeper kiss.

By now, y/n's heartbeat picked up. Katsuki detaches from her lips for a second. He presses open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Softly, he nibbles at her collarbone. Y/n can't help but let out a muffled moan. She already can feel a tingling sensation in her lower belly. Also, she's starting to get hot. Katsuki lets out a chuckle before returning his attention to her. 

Their eyes meet and y/n can see a mischievous gleam behind Katsuki's eyes. „You dick!“, she tells him and smacks his upper arm. Katsuki laughs and rolls off of her. Y/n hasn't got much time to recover before Katsuki pulls her into him again. Angling her head up to him, he drags his lips over hers again. Y/n shifts to get more comfortable. Part of her leg grazes Katsuki's scrotch and she can feel that he's already half-hard. She's lowkey glad she's not the only one on whom this has an effect. 

Quickly, she tries to move her leg away again but Katsuki catches her leg mid-movement. He pulls her leg in between his own and pulls the rest of y/n half on top of him as well. His other hand finds its way back into y/n's hair. Entangling their mouths again, his other hand starts exploring y/n's back, butt and leg. Y/n's hand rests on his lower stomach just above his v-line. Slowly, her hand creeps up his chest up to his cheek.

They continue to make out like this for a while until y/n breaks the kiss to take a deep breath. Katsuki uses the break to fully pull y/n on top of him. Y/n can feel Katsuki's erection under her. In all honesty, she can't blame him. She's also feeling the effects of all this kissing. The way Katsuki's rough hands drag along her back drives her absolutely mad. She doesn't want to know how the inside of her thighs look right now.

Suddenly, Katsuki's hand finds its way under the shirt she's wearing. While his lips still feverishly drag along hers, his hand softly strokes its way up to her chest. Y/n's heart skips a beat when his calloused hand finally makes an impact with her boob. Carefully, Katsuki kneads the soft bundle of flesh. There's enough pressure behind it to make clear how urgently he wants to touch her and soft enough to not hurt her. Giving her one last kiss, he detaches from her and sits up.

„Take that off.“, he demands and pulls her up towards him. Y/n sits up and lets Katsuki push the shirt over her head. She feels flushed even though Katsuki and she now wear the same amount of clothing. Katsuki lets his gaze wander over her chest. Gently, he reaches out to her. The backside of his hand touches her cheek, and then he lets his hand sink downwards towards her chest. With both hands, he squeezes her breasts. He leans his head forward and rests his forehead against hers. While adrenaline and excitement still curse through her veins, y/n feels oddly at ease suddenly. 

Katsuki lets go of her chest and his hand finds hers. Gently, he caresses her hand before pulling it into his lap. Y/n can feel how he presses her palm onto his hardened member. It's not her first time touching a man. She wonders if Katsuki is aware of this or if he thinks it's her first time. Y/n's other hand reaches up to Katsuki's cheek and she pulls him down onto her lips again. At the same time, she carefully squeezes his dick. Katsuki lets out a frustrated groan before pushing his mouth on hers again. Gently, y/n massages him through his pants.

Then, Katsuki pushes her off of him. „Gimme a sec, doll.“, he mumbles and starts fumbling with his pants and pushes them down his legs. Y/n waits patiently for Katsuki to come back for her. When he shivered out of his pants, he crawls over to y/n again and pushes her onto her back. He starts kissing her neck and nipping at her earlobe. Each kiss leaves behind electricity that shoots down her body. Y/n takes his hand and puts it back on her chest again. She's done with kissing. She wants more. Katsuki lets out a low chuckle. Carefully he dips his head down and lets his tongue run over her nipple. Y/n groans and lets her hand run through his spiky hair.

Meanwhile, Katsuki's hand wanders down her side. When his hand finds the hem of her pants, she can feel her heartbeat quicken again. She's nervous about what's about to happen next. A positive nervous, an expectant nervous, a I-can't-wait-to-feel-your-hands-where-I-need-you-most nervous. However, Katsuki doesn't give her that satisfaction just yet. He lets his hand ghost over her crotch before gently cupping her most private area. Y/n gasps at the contact and wishes that stupid linen pants weren't in the way. Again, Katsuki chuckles at her expression.

Y/n glares at him. She's got enough of his teasing. She pushes at his chest and Katsuki lets himself fall back onto his back with a laugh. Immediately, y/n is on top of him and kisses down his neck. Gently, she bites the skin on the nape of his neck. Katsuki lets out a forced groan. She can feel his dick jump a bit in between her legs. She continues to kiss down his chest, and presses open-mouthed kisses onto his tummy until she has reached his v-line. She traces the bones on his hips while mischievously looking up at him. I can play the same game, she thinks. Katsuki looks down at her through lidded eyes. 

„Fuck, y/n, are you gonna do something or do I need to show you how?“, Katsuki grumbles and pushes his hand into y/n's hair trying to gently push her down onto his cock. Y/n clicked her tongue. „Oh, no, don't think I let you get off this easily.“, y/n teases him. She starts pressing soft kisses onto the side of his hips, down his v-line and stops right in front of his shaft. 

„Shit, you bitch!“, Katsuki groans in frustration but he doesn't move. Secretly he's enjoying y/n's attention and playfulness. He didn't expect y/n to be this devious, especially not in bed. Clearly, she must have some experience and he's glad about that. He was afraid that this would scare her away. But, considering her reactions, she must be enjoying this too.

Lost in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice how y/n's head dips down. Only when he feels her tongue running down his dick. He almost jumps up at the sensation. His hand grips her hair a bit tighter but he doesn't make any further movements. Y/n can feel his leg muscles tighten. She runs her tongue up his shaft again before gently teasing the tip of his cock. Katsuki groans and lets his head fall back. Y/n gently rubs the side of his legs in comfort. I got you, she wants to tell him. 

Then, she takes his entire dick into her mouth. Katsuki almost thrusts up but catches himself mid-movement. Y/n is glad for Katsuki's control. She's sure that she can't deepthroat him. For now, she just bobs up and down his length licking and sucking. The areas her mouth can't reach get stimulated by her hands which she has wrapped around his shaft.

Eventually, Katsuki can't take it anymore and pulls y/n off his dick. He sits up and roughly pulls y/n up to him, towards his mouth. Feverishly, he kisses her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Slowly but carefully his resolution starts to crumble. In a swift movement, he pushes y/n onto her back with one hand and pushes down her pants with his other hand.

Cool air hits y/n's pussy. She almost gasps at that sensation alone. However, Katsuki is done waiting and teasing. Immediately, he pushes his fingers in between her folds. Y/n lets out a choked noise. Katsuki leans down and starts licking and biting her nipples while massaging her clit in rough, circular movements. Y/n is already seeing stars. It's been so long since someone touched her like this and clearly Katsuki knows what he's doing. His fingers wander from her clit downwards towards her entrance. Swiftly, one of Katsuki's fingers enter her. Y/n can't help but let out a raspy moan. 

She's not sure whether or not Katsuki registers the sound she's making. Maybe he doesn't care or maybe he's beyond capable of teasing her about it. Either way, his mouth lets go of her nipple and wanders down her tummy until he finally reaches her cunt. He's not waiting for another second before pushing his tongue in between y/n's folds. Y/n gasps again and buckles her hip. Katsuki simply pushes her hips down and continues his administration. While his tongue swirls around in between her pussy folds, his finger pumps in and out of her tight hole. Y/n's upper body twists around in the bedsheets. 

It feels so good, she barely can't take it anymore. Katsuki adds another finger and y/n goes wild. She pushes her hands into his hair and she's not sure whether she wants to push his head deeper into her cunt or pull him away because she needs to stop. Katsuki does not leave any room for a decision as he pushes deeper into her crotch. Just when he feels y/n's walls tighten around his fingers, he pulls away.

He stares at y/n with wild eyes. Her wetness still glittering on his lips and chin. Y/n's chest is heaving and she can't tear her eyes away from Katsuki. „Fuck, babe, you taste so fucking good.“, Katsuki grumbles while taking a long look at her. Y/n's hair is disheveled and her cheeks are flushed. Right now, there is a disappointed expression on her face. Katsuki grins and moves to hoover over her. 

„Don't worry, love, you'll get to come. You just have to do it on my dick. Only this way you can become truly mine.“, he tells her.

Y/n pouts because she doesn't understand why they're suddenly stopping. Luckily, Katsuki doesn't let her wait too long. He crawls up her body and kisses her deeply. Y/n can feel his dick laying right above her pussy. Katsuki snaps his hips a bit and pushes his dick in between her wet folds. Y/n moans and opens her legs so that he has better access to her pussy.

„Shit, babe, you want me that bad, hm?“, Katsuki groans as he sees y/n pull her legs apart for him. He leans back a bit to take a good view of her soaked cunt. „Fuck...“, he groans as he lets his dick run over her now-open pussy.

„Katsuki!“, y/n whines. She wants him. Now. Katsuki chuckles and leans down to kiss her. „Alright, alright, babe, I get what you want.“, he mumbles as he shifts and tries to find her entrance with his cock. When he's not fast enough, y/n takes matters into her own hands and leads his dick to her entrance. Katsuki doesn't wait for another second and pushes into her in one swift movement. Y/n can't help but let out a loud moan at the sensation. Katsuki's head drops down onto her shoulder.

He doesn't give her any time to adjust to him but immediately starts a steady pace. His dick slides in and out of y/n's slick hole. Y/n wraps her legs around his hips and grabs onto his shoulders. She can't help but let her eyes roll back a bit. Her fingers could never compare to the feeling of a real dick inside of her. And Katsuki's dick feels especially good. Katsuki keeps up the pace for a bit until he grows tired of it. He sits up a bit and his dick slides out of y/n. She groans in protest.

„Relax, love, we're not done yet.“, Katsuki mumbles as he sits up on his knees. Roughly, he pulls one of y/n's legs over his shoulder and opens her other leg widely. Then, he shoves his cock back inside of her. In short, hard movements, he rocks in and out of her pussy. Y/n cries out loud at the new angle and the roughness with which Katsuki starts to fuck her.

„Fuck, babe, this feels so good.“, Katsuki groans while his balls slap against y/n's ass. He has had sex before but it was never like this. He either paid the women or just took them. None of them were as wet as y/n or as willing to move against him the way y/n does. And the sight of her just added to his arousal. Concluding from her facial expression and moans, y/n must be so fucking horny for him. It makes him wish they had done this sooner. Before they came here and things got more complicated.

„Katsuki-i...! Harder! Fuck!“, y/n moans and grips his wrists. Even without understanding her words, Katsuki gets the message. He wants to fuck her harder and faster, too. He pulls y/n's leg from his shoulders and hooks his hands under both her knees pulling her pussy closer to him. He quickens the place and the closeness gives him the option to ram his dick into her harder.

„Fuck, yes!“, y/n yells. She's glad he understood what she wants. Fuck, this is so good, she thinks. She loves how hard Katsuki is taking her. Most men are too timid to take her how she likes it the first time. The first time is always a bit awkward, trying to find out what the other likes. But Katsuki fucks her just the way she wants his, the way she needs it. She needs to forget this awful day and Katsuki's cock in her pussy makes her mind goes numb.

Slowly, but steadily, y/n can feel her orgasm approaching. She hopes that Katsuki doesn't change his movement but keeps it up just the way he's fucking into her right now. There are already pearls of sweat forming on his chest and eyebrows. Meanwhile, Katsuki can feel y/n's pussy tighten around his member. 

„Shit, babe, are you close?“, he groans while keeping up the pace. Concluding from y/n's concentrated look, yes, she must be. Carefully he grips her upper body and pulls her up to him. Y/n whines at the change of position but Katsuki makes it up to her by fucking up into her and reaching that one spot that drives her mad. Katsuki pulls her up and his face rests on the left side of her neck. Y/n claws at his back, desperate to finally get off. Katsuki continues to fuck into her relentlessly. 

„I've got you, babe, c'mon, come on my cock.“, he mumbles into her skin. 

Right now, he needs her to finally climb over the edge. It will hurt less if she's in the middle of an orgasm. Y/n groans throwing her head back. Katsuki can feel her pussy tighten one more time and then start spasming around him. That's what he's been waiting for. He doesn't wait for another second and sinks his teeth into her neck.

Pain. Blinding, numbing pain shoots up her neck. 

Y/n lets out a choked scream. From all the things she's expected Katsuki to do, this is not on the list. Is he... biting her? It feels like he's about to rip a large part of flesh out of her. The pain overshadows the orgasm she forgets she's having. She pushes against his chest, trying to get him off of her.

„Let... go!!“, she cries as she pushes against him. There's no use. He's so much stronger than her. He only sinks his teeth deeper into her flesh. Maybe it's because there was more adrenaline in her blood back then, but this feels worse than when she was hit with the arrow.

Her heart pulls itself together. Why is he doing this? She can feel her warm blood flow down her own chest. He must know how badly he's injuring her.

Meanwhile, he's still fucking into her roughly.

She wants him off. She wants his teeth and dick outside of her body. Right now. She fights against him. Pushing and scratching him. Yelling and crying to let her go, but Katsuki doesn't listen to her. Or he's not hearing her.

His thrusts pick up speed as he fucks into her. 

„No, Katsuki! Pull out!“, she yells but Kasuki is too far gone to register her words. In three hard thrusts, he comes. Y/n can feel his hot seed spluttering deep inside of her.

By now, all colour must've left her face and she becomes numb. 

She doesn't feel the pain in her neck anymore. Or how Katsuki pulls away from her. How he gently places her onto the bed and presses a clean cloth against the wound. How he caresses her face and litters it with soft kitten kisses. How he gets another warm, wet cloth and carefully cleans the inside of her thighs. How he pulls her close and lovingly scratches her head. 

Or how he softly mutters:

„You're mine now, my mate.“

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P Y R O

Pairing: Terry Richmond × Black OC (Ayesha) Mafia fic

Warnings: Minors DNI!! Threatening, break-ins, arson, violence, guns, knives, kidnap and hostage, Mentions of murder/attempted murdee, crime, Mentions of blood, use of the n-word, knife-play, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (f-receiving) smut...lots of it. Short enemies-to-lovers(?)

Summary: Terry Richmond tries to get revenge on the family that is said to kill his cousin Mike. After the first two failed attempts, Terry sought to finally succeed at the next attempt. After all, third time's the charm, right?

A/n: Please read the warnings!!!

The first time Terry Richmond broke into Ayesha’s home, he nearly burned it to the ground with her in it. The big-eared pyromaniac purposefully poured a trail of gasoline from the living room to Ayesha's bedroom and lit it all up with some matches.

She managed to leave through her bedroom window just in time to call the fire department. And they arrived just in time to salvage the majority of her important belongings, sadly, the same could not be said for the home. Renovations would've cost too much time for her and it wasn't considered safe anymore. That day, Terry Richmond did not only create a fire on the land that Ayesha owned but also sparked a flicker of rage within her.

The next best thing would be an apartment, Ayesha's social relations did not make going to the cops an option (even though most were in her pocket). Having a cartel leader of a father had its perks, unfortunately that came with a risk to her safety.

Despite the discretion that apartments offered, she believed that there was enough security that limited the possibility of unwarranted visits.

Until Terrence Richmond broke into her home for the second time. His dullard self didn't think to wait long enough until Ayesha’s defenses were lowered just enough for him to attack.

Her paranoia urged her to treat a knife like a secret lover as it laid comfortably in her bed just underneath the pillow, enclosed tightly in her hand. The second time Terrence Richmond broke into Ayesha’s home, he left with two stab wounds, one on his abdomen, the other on his leg.

That was also the day she got close enough to look him in the face, and at just the right moment, with just the right amount of light, Ayesha swore life looked back at you when her eyes met his, despite the deep mug that dug into his face. Earthy pools of green, blue and touches of brown are all she caught a quick glimpse of. That was the day Ayesha questioned a little too often, just who the fuck was disturbing her peace.

Weeks passed since Terry's second attempt, and while that should have settled Ayesha's heart, she knew better than to believe she was out of the man's radar.

That much was figured out at Terry’s third attempt, when he again, assumed that Ayesha would be sleeping away on her bed for long enough before he took her with a silencer.

But Ayesha was ten steps ahead, and with her obvious luck, Terry had run out of his. Ayesha had been preparing for her parents’ charity gala for the new year that night, yet her attention was grabbed at the soft sound of beeping from her phone. Seemed like the man who wanted her dead had triggered her sensors.

Ayesha had just enough time to turn off her bedroom light and hide in her closet before Terry stealthily walked into her room with a gun pointed straight ahead, Ayesha couldn't help but marvel at his skill, for a man so big he was soft on his feet.

She couldn't help but wish she had left the light on so she could spot the confusion in his eyes when he noticed the empty bed in the middle of her bedroom. She didn't dwell on that long enough though, she instead took that moment to pounce on him.

Gun pointed to the back of his head, Ayesha quickly cocked it back and took it off safety before going straight to giving orders. “Put the gun on safety and throw it on the bed.”

Terry followed instruction, obviously in a vulnerable position, he didn't dare do something that could jeopardize his life. “Leave your hands in the air too.”

Ayesha reached her fingertips beneath the wool of his black balaclava, pulling it off his head. In hurried steps, she walked around Terry, leaving enough distance between them so she could have enough time to shoot if he attacked.

“Shirt off.” Another instruction she gave, which Terry also obliged to, couldn't help but to smile slightly because what was her game plan?

The patch on his stomach confirmed that he was, indeed, the person who had been trying to kill her. The red stain in the middle of the gauze let her know that he didn't bother waiting to heal before attempting this third attack.

“Pants.” Ayesha pointed to his legs with her gun. Terry tilted his head with a vicious mug on his face, one that would've had her thighs clenched together if he wasn't trying to kill her. It didn't take good lighting for Ayesha to know the man was something dangerous in the looks department, his size did more than enough.

When she noticed his reluctance at following her instructions, Ayesha sighed. She ordered him to put his hands behind his head before walking closer. With her gun pointed right under his chin, she looked right into his soul-snatching eyes. “You try anythin’ funny, I'ma make a new chandelier with your brains. My trigger finger always happy, so don't test that.”

Her other hand busied itself with patting his waist down to check for weapons before it began unbuckling his belt. Terry couldn't help but smile down at her, her eye contact was heavy and persistent. “Tryna get blood all on your white ceiling?” Terry asked, boldly playful.

“I don't mind it, red's my favourite colour.” Ayesha smiled sarcastically before pulling his belt out the loops of his pants. Then she unbuttoned the pants, undid the zipper before the sound of fabric hit the floor.

Another gauze on his leg, at the exact spot she stabbed. Yeah this was definitely him.

She ordered him to grab her vanity chair and pull it into her closet before he sat. With only the closet light on now, Ayesha got a perfect view of his face. It was a struggle to tie him up while trying to ensure he doesn't attack her. Although Terry had many opportunities to attack her with the chances of success, he didn't attempt to, he only kept a cocky smile on his face like he knew something she didn't.

Terry could account for the comment about red being her favourite colour. Her lips were painted in cherry red lipstick that looked delectable against her brown skin. Dressed in a, once again, deep red bustier dress that had sleeves draping off her shoulder, exposing just the right amount of cleavage.

She tied some rope from her closet around the whole length of his body until Terry winced from the burning friction of the rope on his skin. “You into bondage?” he asked, the corner of his lips lifting in provocation.

“Only if you like it too.” Ayesha responded with a fake smile, pistol still pointing at his forehead. “Enough chitchat, nigga. Who the fuck are you, and what you want?”

Terry only shrugged, smile still yet to fall from his face. Ayesha tried not to let his nonchalance worry her, just who was she dealing with and was this a dance she wanted to partake in.

Just as she was about to continue her interrogation, her doorbell rang and echoed through the entire luxury apartment. With a pointed look, she tilted her head before putting her gun back on safety then slipped it between her breasts. “Well, looks like we gon’ have a sleepover today. I trust you'll behave?”

It was rhetorical, that much was obvious to Terry, but he couldn't help but turn it into banter. “Well you ain't been hospitable, so I can't make no promises.” He began with a smile as he watched her reach for a ball gag in a black box that sat isolated in the corner of her closet. “But then again, you got me tied up real good, can't say I'll be able to misbehave.”

Ayesha rolled her eyes before she tied the gag around him. “Can't be hospitable to unwarranted guests.” She murmured once the gag was secured. With a final look she backed up from the closet and offered a small smile. “Well, stay put. I'll be back before you know it.”

Ayesha closed her closet door behind her, she remembered to grab his gun on her bed with a towel and put it in her safe before leaving her apartment.

Out on the hallway, her driver waited patiently. “Sorry about that, Ray. Had to take care of a lil somethin’.”

“All good, miss, everything alright?” Ray asked with a pointed look, his dreads framing his face as he looked down at her.

“Just peachy, let's head out.”

Domén Nwa was an extravagant events hall. Owned and built by an influential black woman by the name of Dalan Moise, Freddy Stount couldn't have found a better venue to host his annual charity gala. Despite him being morally questionable, uplifting black owned businesses and black people in general had been his goals for many many years. He wore that badge proudly under the name Pro-Black.

“This looks so beautiful, My Love.” The voice of Ayesha's mother filled her ears as she walked closer to where her family stood. Picture perfect as others would see, but her family hid their wrong doing well, why else would her father be hosting this gala. Generous people were never suspects.

Anaya Stount, a woman who aged like fine wine and loved wholeheartedly. Ayesha never once wondered why her father worshipped the ground the woman walked on, the woman was deserving of many luxuries. She was the first woman that Freddy practiced his generosity on.

“It is, ain't it? Dalan did well.” Freddy responded as he looked around the hall filled with high-end people.

Classical music echoed through the hall as Ayesha reached her parents and greeted them both with tight hugs and cheek kisses. “Hey mommy. Dad, everything looks amazing.” Ayesha complimented the place as she looked around.

“It does, doesn't it? Ooh, there's Shay. That woman ain't bring back my Tupperware. I'll be right back, love.” Ayesha’s mom kissed her husband on the cheek before turning to her daughter. “We gon’ catch up later, Dolly. You look so pretty, baby.”

Ayesha and her father laughed at her mother, there's nothing that women held precious that her Tupperwares.

Freddy cleared his throat and turned to his daughter. “When were you gonna tell me your house was burned down?”

Ayesha sighed, not nearly as prepared for this conversation as she was before she came here. She knew it was only a matter of time before her dad found out about that. “I was gonna tell you today, dad.” She explained while she scratched the skin between her thumb and pointer finger.

“You were supposed to tell me the day it happened.” Freddy countered sternly. When the fire was broadcasted on the news, he identified Ayesha’s house straight away, and his worry peaked when she didn't answer his phone after a few tries.

“Well I made it out in time.” Ayesha smiled at people who were passing by, not wanting to seem suspicious to other guests from the tense conversation. “Besides, there's more that we need to talk about. After the party though. You know where Briana is? I need to talk to her.”

Freddy huffed at his daughter before telling her where her sister went. Ayesha followed his direction. Up the spiral stairs of the hall, Ayesha pattered her feet towards the smoking lounge.

The room smelled of weed, and Creed perfume. “Now you know daddy don't like you smokin’ that stuff.” Ayesha stated as she moved to stand a few feet away from the tall woman.

Briana Stount, a woman of grace and intention. Only rarely did she do something she did not want to. She always stood tall and poised, and the confidence of her footsteps clacking in heels always wavered the confidence of those around her.

“You of all people know I don’t really care what that man like or don’t like.” Briana countered after blowing out the smoke from her mouth. She turned around and smiled at her younger sister. “You look so pretty, Dolly.”

Ayesha cheesed at her sister and walked over to her to wrap her in a tight hug, not caring about the smell of weed anymore, she'd just drown herself in perfume again. “Thank you BriBri, you look the prettiest.”

Briana offered her gratitude for the compliment before they detached from their hug. Ayesha reached over for the blunt in her sister’s hand before ashing it out. “You and daddy still beefing? Thought y’all smashed that.”

Briana rolled her eyes before she shook her head. “Let’s not. Please and thanks.” Briana waved a dismissive hand before looking at her sister with a more stern look, “Let’s talk about the fact that somebody tried to kill you.”

Ayesha winced at the confrontation. “About that… I may or may have not caught and tied the nigga up in my closet.”

“Say what now? And he still alive?” Briana asked with a frown.

“Well, yes. We gotta find out why he tryna kill me, Bri. What if there’s a bounty on my head we don’t know about?”

“Ain't nobody stupid enough to mess with dad like that, this gotta be somethin’ personal. Have they said anything yet? Does dad know ‘bout this?” Briana began pacing, her fingers threading through the thick strands of her afro.

“No and no. Daddy is a kill now, ask never kind of man, I’m tryna get answers.” Ayesha countered before grabbing her phone in her purse. “Besides, I’ve got a surveillance system all over the apartment.”

“Even in your closet?” Briana frowned at Ayesha with a small smile.

“Yes, after the first attempt… I wanted to be safer.” Ayesha countered before opening her home security system, flicking through different rooms. “Now we can watch and make sure he’s-”

When her screen filled with an image of her closet, her heart sank to the floor. Right there where the chair was… where Terry was supposed to be, sat tangled red rope with no man in sight. She changed to check her bedroom’s camera, his clothes which she had left on her floor were nowhere in sight either, but what made her heart sink even lower was when she noticed her safe wide open, right where she locked his gun along with hers.

“Ayesha!” Briana shook her sister’s shoulder, shaking the woman out of her spiraling. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s not there… he was supposed to be right here. There on the chair… and he’s not. He took his gun.” Ayesha rambled on as she pointed at the screen where Terry was *supposed* to be. She was hyperventilating. If he knew the code to her safe that means he must know where she is now, where her family was.

“This is exactly why I don't want you wrapped up in Dad’s shit.” Briana cursed under her breath, “Okay, calm down. Let’s… let's get you outta here and get you somewhere safe, this will probably be the first place he comes to.”

Ayesha practises her breathing, long inhales and deep exhales to slow the pounding of her heart. Her hands trembled at her sides and for the first time, since Terry’s first break-in, she was actually scared. There was so much more to lose now, there was her entire family and their image at risk. Regardless, she nodded at her sister's words as the older woman ushered her out the empty room.

“You go find Dad or Ray, someone who’s got a gun on ‘em and stay there. I’ma get the car ready and text you to leave so we can get the fuck up out of here.” Briana urgently ordered once they've reached the hallway.

Ayesha nodded, the confidence she had when tying Terry up was now slightly cracked and shaky. Just who was this man? She watched as Briana hurried down the hallway before she disappeared out of sight. Ayesha took in another breath before she stalked down the empty hallway herself.

“You know, for somebody who claims to be into bondage. You are really bad at it.”

A baritone filled her ears, one that had Ayesha freeze in her steps. She turned behind her and there he stood. Tall, menacing with an abstract smile on his face. “It's okay though, there’s plenty of time to teach you.” Terry added, the top row of his teeth peaking out his lush upper lip.

“The fuck do you wa-” Ayesha began before she was interrupted by the sound of a cocking gun. One that looked too familiar, not because it was Terry’s gun… but because it was hers.

“Walk with me? Noticed a beautifully decorated balcony out there. Nice and private.”

The walk to the balcony wasn't long, but with every step, the hallways seemed to stretch longer and longer as Terry walked behind Ayesha with the gun pressed to her side.

He led her outside, hand gripped firmly at the back of her neck as her silk-pressed hair flew back with the gush of wind that hit her face.

The breeze should have helped cool her nerves, but her body burned as though the gun had already been shot and a bullet pierced skin.

Terry lowered his head, and he spoke a few words that rattled Ayesha's whole world.

“You gonna tell me everythin’ you know about Mike Simmons. Don't omit nothin’.”

Ayesha swallowed the lump in her throat before she straightened her posture, making sure to keep her breathing level. “How the fuck you know Mike?”

It was a messy question, one question that gave answers to many that weren't asked. Terry frowned at it because it seemed personal, too personal for a murderer.

“Don't get shit twisted, I'm the one askin’ the questions. Now,” Terry urged as he pressed the pistol deeper into her skin, causing Ayesha to wince slightly. “Answer me.”

Ayesha stayed silent. Although Freddy Stount was her father, he was a crime boss before that. He put every single family member, even his wife, under oath. You live by the gun, you die by his.

“Oh you don't wanna talk?” Terry walked around her, her neck replaced by her jaw as he gripped it tightly, forcing her gaze to meet his. “It ain't just your life at risk, baby. What, you thought I'd just let your sister go?” he threatened with heavy breaths.

Ayesha's heart thumped faster than when she first got into trouble with Briana. They had snuck out for a party during their teenage years which recklessly led to Ayesha being lost on some rich kid's private road. Briana spent the entire night looking for her and they both spent the entire morning getting lectured by their parents when they got back.

However, that predicament did not compare to this, one of them was actually in danger now, a situation of life and death and at that moment, Ayesha could give any less of a fuck of any damn oath.

“What you want to know?” Ayesha asked in a shaky breath, making a mental note to tell a lie as close to the truth as possible just to throw him off.

“You tell me. You're the one that killed him.” Terry spoke lowly, his eyebrows only digging deeper dents into his forehead like the ones his fingers were digging into her jaw. Veins popped from his neck as he struggled at controlling his breathing.

Just muttering those words sent his mind into a frenzy. Mike was still young, still had a lot of life to live, only for it to be taken by power-greedy capitalist criminals.

Terry was so into his head that he didn't even notice the way Ayesha frowned. Except this time it wasn't in pain, or even fear, but it was in confusion. As if Terry spoke of something taboo.

“K-killed?” She stuttered as Terry's hand unknowingly moved from her jaw to her neck. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist. She tried to speak but her airways were cut by the taller man's strong grip.

It wasn't until a few seconds after that Terry let go of her that Ayesha sputtered gasps and coughed out, forcing oxygen back into her lungs. He kept a vigilant grip on the gun however, pointing it at a breathless Ayesha, urging her to speak.

Once she caught her breath, she spoke words that shook Terry's core.

“Mike isn't dead.”

Mike worked for Freddy Stount. And while Freddy wouldn't call Mike his right hand man, the older man didn't trust anyone else like he trusted Mike.

Like Ayesha, Mike's affiliation with the cartel leader meant his own life was at risk. Hence someone tried to kill him and pin it on none other than Freddy Stount.

When Ayesha told Terry that Mike wasn't dead, he didn't want to believe it until he saw his cousin with his own eyes. And when he did, nothing he believed made sense anymore.

They held a funeral for him, everybody back home believed Mike was dead. Gunned down doing Lord knows what in the middle of the night. Only for him to be alive, breathing and on the run from whoever was trying to kill him. Trying to beat the race of death.

Ayesha claimed to be trying to figure out who tried to kill him. Other than Briana, her father and now Terry, no one else knew that Mike was still alive.

Terry demanded to be a part of the investigations, and while Mike didn't want Terry to have parts in this, Terry told him to shove it.

And that's how Ayesha now lived with the man that tried to kill her, right there in one of her guest bedrooms, with his hands cuffed to the headboard for her safety.

The first few weeks of them trying to ‘crack the case’ was filled with tension in the apartment. Briana had to stop Ayesha and Terry from actually killing each other with how much they argued.

If Ayesha didn't have a knife to his neck, then Terry had a gun to her head. Ayesha's apartment had become a new safety hazard.

So much that Briana once left them mid-argument, having had enough of the whole cat and mouse game they played while risking each other's lives.

And despite all that, Ayesha does not know how she ended up in this position.

Back against the wall as she hung on his shoulders with his head between her legs. Terry had her dress bunched up around her waist as he became acquainted with the taste of her arousal.

She had just come back from a friend's birthday party. All hell broke loose when she saw a dirty bowl in the sink and used that as an excuse to decompress all her frustrations onto Terry.

One moment she was screaming in his face, and the next Terry was eating her out like he hasn't eaten in months.

“Oh my God.” She gasped in breaths as her hands held onto his head as he shook it from side to side.

Terry had his eyes on her while he ate away. Some of her juices ran down his chin and got caught onto the hairs of his goatee.

Ayesha nodded down at him, muttering chants of praise in small whispers. “Yes yes yes yess.”

And Terry's tongue wanted to do nothing but comply with her need to cum. That and the face that he wanted her to rain on him, shower him with all she had to give or whether the fuck SWV said.

He suckled her sensitive bud of nerves into his mouth. Switching between languid and intentional flicks of his tongue and smooth suction of his hollowing cheeks.

Terry Richmond was a giver, and with that came him being a sloppy eater. But contradictory to that, he didn't dare leave a trail of arousal from Ayesha. He made sure to slurp up everything that leaked from Ayesha.

“Fuck. I'm gonna cum, Terry. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum.” Ayesha warned in hurried moans as she tapped his arms.

Terry hummed against her pussy, his grip on her waist tightening just enough for Ayesha not to fall off as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Ayesha’s pussy squelched as her juices leaked out of her and Terry mashed his tongue against her sopping mound.

Ayesha threw her head back as she chanted how much she adored his tongue, how great he was treating her. So on and so forth.

Terry landed soft kisses on her pussy and occasional licks that had Ayesha pushing his head back with a hiss. “Mm-mm. Can't.” Ayesha muttered.

Terry sent one last kiss before helping her off his shoulders. “Sweet ass pussy.” He grunted as he settled her onto the ground.

He looked down at Ayesha as she awkwardly looked around. “You good now?” He asked, still making sure that Ayesha was still backed up against the wall, forcing her to look up at him eventually. “Attitude gone?”

Ayesha couldn't help but look away after looking at him for too long. She slipped away from his proximity, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. “I need to freshen up.” She murmured before disappearing into the hallway. “Wash your face, Terrence.”

After she cleaned herself up, showered and dressed in a nightgown, Ayesha was ready to retreat into her bed, call it a night and prepare herself for the dread she would feel the next day as the reality of what she let Terry do to her body crashed down on her.

Sat on her vanity chair, she did a portion of her skin care, too inebriated to do everything as she usually does.

Ayesha's calming thoughts were disrupted when her door clicked open and in walked Terry with his brooding and unavoidable presence. She sighed softly, put down her serum with a heavy huff as she looked at him through the mirror.

“Something wrong?” She asked with a raised brow.

Terry took slow, menacing steps towards her. Soft on his steps yet heavy in her mind, she couldn't shake him off even if she wanted to.

He had his bottom lip caught between his lips, shaking his head no at her question. “Mh mm.” He emphasized with a hum.

“Need something?” Another question, however, this time it was breathy because he was a few meters too close for Ayesha's resolve.

This time he nodded his head, the corners of his lush lips curved upwards. “Yes ma'am.”

“How can I be of assistance, Terrence?”

He was right behind her now. Bent his waist low enough where his nose grazed the skin of her neck as he kept his eyes on the mirror in front of them. “Could start with droppin’ the formality.”

“Can't do that.” Ayesha shuddered as she felt his breath on her neck. “Formal is the base of our-”

“Then follow with only speaking when asked a question.” Terry interrupted, landing a swift kiss on the hot skin between her shoulder and neck “Think you could do that?”

Ayesha frowned, she sobered up after her shower, but Terry's words were jumbled in her head, a long stream of disjointed letters that flowed too fast to create a sensible thought in her head. “W-what?”

“That's not an answer, Ayesha.” Terry urged, keeping his eyes on her through the mirror as his teeth nipped at the skin on her neck.

“Yes.” A simple answer that showed she understood, but it wasn't an answer that Terry was satisfied with. Ayesha could tell by how his lips detached from her. Her skin suddenly felt cold, and it froze when she noted the intensity of his stare.

“Yes, Sir.” She corrected.

That elicited a hum from Terry, his hands worked skillfully on her chest, massaging her full breasts, her nipples caught between his thumb and pointer. Terry occasionally applied pressure on the hardened peaks, earning a surprised gasp from Ayesha.

From her chest to her waist, then her thighs. Terry lifted her nightgown. Deep red sat beautifully on her skin, and he swore the colour had never looked better than it did when Ayesha wore it.

“This okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No, Sir.”

She had no panties on, because Terry’s fingers made contact with warm slick when he nudged his hand between her legs. Her thick thighs were perfect hand heaters.

“Mm, she was just hungry wasn't she?” He asked with a deep laugh, one that scratched Ayesha’s ears pefectly. “Got you screaming at everythin’ and everyone.”

His fingers rubbed slow, intentional circles on her hardened bud. Ayesha's hips bucked and she let out a broken whimper. More of her juices flowed out her already sopping pussy.

“Mhm, look at how she crying.” He slipped a single finger inside of her and began slow thrusts, curling his finger to find her spot. “It's okay, Daddy’s got you baby.”

Terry spoke to Ayesha’s pussy like it was an actual person, and it spoke back through the sound of squelching noises filling the room.

Ayesha threw her head back when he slipped in another finger and his speed quickened. With his free hand, he threw his fingers through her sweated-out silk press from her shower. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.” He ordered while Ayesha flooded his hands with her arousal.

Ayesha obeyed, looked at herself as her face contorted to an expression of pleasure. Brows drawn together and lips shaped into a small ‘o’. “Ooh shit shit shitttt.” She drew out as their eyes connected in the mirror.

“Pretty ain't you?” Terry teased, let out a soft laugh when Ayesha attempted at clenching her thighs together to deter his movements. “Mhm. Fucking pretty. The prettiest baby.”

They moved to her bed bench, right in front of her full body mirror. Ayesha was assured that Terry had a voyeurism kink, but she couldn't dwell on that thought with the way she was so full of his dick.

There he sat, legs spread with Ayesha sat between them. Her hands held onto his thighs as she rode him like her life depended on it. “Fuck. So big, so big, so big.” Ayesha whined as she struggled at focusing on the task at hand. Keeping her eyes on the mirror.

“I said sit on it, Ayesha. Sit on this dick.”

Terry wanted to fill her to the hilt. Which sounded impossible. He was already so deep, and the stretch was still taking some getting used to. She lifted herself off his lap to relieve herself of the heaviness of his dick.

But Terry wasn't taking that, his grip on her hips tightened as he helped her slowly impale herself on him. Her pussy tightened and she unwillingly threw her head back. “Fuck fuck fuckk. Wait.”

But Terry wasn't listening, especially not with the way she clenched around him. “Sidong pon it, all di way.” He coached, groaning when he felt her tighten even more around him. “Mek mi go in, Ayesha.”

“I can't-.”

“Yuh can.” Terry interrupted, as usual, before he sent kisses down the length of her back. His hips began bucking slowly, gathering her cream around its thickness, some of it connecting their bodies together every time she rose.

The way he spoke to her, accompanied by the accent and the way his tip kissed her cervix was more than enough to have her cumming. She couldn't muster up the

“I'm cumming. I'm cumming so much, oh my God.”

“Keep it comin’. That's it, pretty girl.” Terry coached her with practised ease, as if he has seen Ayesha in this position time and time again. Like watching himself rock up into her was a normalcy, like feeling her drown his dick was something she regularly did.

Ayesha clenched around him, her walls tightening enough that her pussy whispered at Terry, told him not to leave, to stay just where he was and continue delivering the precise and deliberate thrusts that helped her ride out her orgasm.

She spasmed, her thighs trembled as she tried to keep them closed. Ayesha gripped at Terry's muscular thighs as her head fell backwards, her hair flowing in Terry's face. Silk press now thoroughly sweated out by the roots.

She let out incoherent gibberish and let in heavy breaths to make sense of the way someone as random as Terry had managed to make her react this way to the way he touched. As if his dick siphoned something yet to be unleashed from her, along with the cum that dripped down both of their skin.

“Look at her. So pretty, creamin’ on this dick so good.” Terry grunted as he kept his eyes on where they connected.

Terry sent a much too audible smack to Ayesha's ass that had her recoiling from his touch. But she'd be lying if she said it didn't make her pussy leak with more need.

“Get your ass on the bed,” Terry began, lifting her off his dick, causing the both of them to wince slightly. “Gonna wear that ass out.”

And he couldn't have been more accurate. Terry held Ayesha up by her hair, his fingers threading tightly through the frizzing strands.

His eyes were stuck on her ass, watching waves ripple on the skin as his pelvis slapped against her supple flesh. Ayesha was thick… thick as fuck and Terry couldn't hide his admiration for her body.

But he had to focus, because Ayesha clearly didn't give a fuck about the knife Terry held to her neck with his other hand.

Turns out Ayesha hadn't stopped sleeping with the knife under her pillows after finding out Terry wasn't exactly an enemy. Terry found the knife under her pillows while he had her head pinned to the mattress as he plowed into her.

One thing led to another, and now the blade of the knife grazed the thin skin of her neck while he held her body up by her hair.

“Focus Ayesha. Keep your head up baby. Shittt, c'mon.” He moaned as he watched her throw her ass back on him, giving back the energy he gave a tenfold.

“I'm tryin’, I swear I- oh my fuckkk.” Ayesha cut herself off, tears streaming down her face as she let out quiet sobs. No dick should feel this good, fuck splitting her pussy open, Terry was damn near intruding her mind.

Would she be out of her mind if she told him she loved him? That didn't sound so bad with how fucked out she was, not with the way Terry's calculated thrusts made home in her soul. Put his initials on that shit and call it his. Had no value without his name on it.

“Try harder, do better Yesha. Or you want me to stop?” Terry slowed down his thrusts as he asked.

Ayesha immediately shook her head, waited until she could take in a heavy breath before splattering a bunch of senseless begging. “No please please please, I'ma do better.”

Terry smiled slyly at her mumbled moaning. He lifted the knife from her neck, replacing it with his hand. He pulled her up, had her back arching away from his torso, her head tilted backwards so they could make eye contact.

From her neck, the cold steel of the knife traveled down between the valley of her breasts while Terry kissed the side of her face, getting a whiff of the smell of her Jasmine perfume mixed with sweat.

“This dick feel good?” Terry whispered in her ear, his strokes so painfully slow Ayesha swore she could cry.

Ayesha nodded her head as best as she could. She kept her eyes on him, brows furrowed, jaw falling open with her lashes wet with fresh tears.

The sound of her squelching filled the room, which did little to settle the faucet between her legs.

Terry wasn't satisfied with her silent response. He clicked his tongue, angling his hips where he dug her out so perfectly it had Ayesha mewling. “Uh-uh, say Yes Terry.”

“Yes Terry.” Ayesha whined back immediately, would do anything if he kept fucking like he was now. Slow, long strokes that would have her cumming her claim on his dick. Signed, sealed and respectively hers.

“Mmh fuck yeah.” Terry moaned, and dropped his head on her shoulder, pace still slow and intense. “Now say Yes Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy, yes yes yess.”

“That’s what I'm fuckin’ talking ‘bout.” Terry kissed all the exposed skin his lips had the honor of meeting. “Now fuck Daddy back, put that ass to work.”

And Ayesha did as told, couldn't help but be such a good girl for him.

Terry threw the knife on the floor, reached his hand between Ayesha’s legs, his fingers finding her clit, covered in both of their mixed cum from their previous orgasms. He rolled perfect circles on the swollen ball while he sucked hickies on her sweat covered skin.

“You gon’ nut with Daddy?” His voice was the perfect scratch to her itch. Ayesha loved the way he talked her through everything. Nut after nut was filled with him whispering nothing but filth and praise into her ears. “Show his dick how much she love him?”

“Yes Daddy. Dick so fuckin’ good, so good. Fuck fuck fuck.” Ayesha stuttered, nails clawing at the skin of his thighs while his pace quickened.

The movement of his hips was very sloppy. He was close, but so was Ayesha. She was already dripping onto the sheets she was sure wouldn't be revived with a simple washing.

Terry saw white spots in his vision, his hand let go of Ayesha's neck. He watched her fall onto the bed, instantly gripping the sheets and sobbing into the mattress.

“Fuck I'm cumming.” Terry announced, both his hands gripping on Ayesha's hips, pulling her towards his dick as he fucked into her with precise intention, coaxing her realest put of her.

“Oh my God.” Ayesha gasped, her stomach twisted in a way she had never experienced before. She reached a hand behind her and attempted to push Terry away to deter his movement. “Fuck, hold on. I- shitt.”

Terry couldn't bother himself with listening, not with the way her pussy was milking him dry. He had his head thrown back, lower lip caught between his teeth as his brows furrowed. “Fuck yess, baby. Just like that.”

“Daddy's cumming.”

And Ayesha felt every single vein of his dick as he twitched inside of her. She felt the pulse of his thickness when he spilled inside her, painting her walls white with his nut and rutting his hips into her.

Ayesha squirted right around him too, her juices spraying around his pelvis and her ass. Their pleasures mixed inside Ayesha's hot mound while she sobbed into the sheets.

Their orgasms rode out as they both watched their breath. A pregnant silence fell in between them, Ayesha still clenching the sheets in her fingertips to ground herself.

Lrt out a soft wince followed by a whine when Terry slipped himself out of her, feeling overstimulated yet uncomfortably empty now.

It wasn't long until she melted into the lush sheets when she felt Terry's wet muscle in between her pussy lips. Slurping away at their mixed cum. “Oouu shit.” she hummed lowly, hand reaching under her to caress his head. The tips of her fingernails scratching against his scalp gently.

“Mhm. Pretty ass pussy.” Terry mumbled as he pulled away, licking his lips to catch the beautiful concoction of both their cum. His hand made a sharp contact with her pussy before flipping Ayesha over to lay on her stomach.

He fit his body between her thick thighs, planting short and deliberate kisses on her lips, hand cupping her jaw before he slid his tongue against hers. He sighed against her lips.

Ayesha hummed at the taste of them both landing sweetly on her tongue, their lips molded together as if it were one of reconciliation. It was sloppy and noisy, but importantly filled with a passion they were both too tired to defy.

After a few extra pecks, Terry lifted his head, pulling away slightly to catch some air. “You good?” Terry searches her eyes intently, eyes switching from eye to another.

Ayesha nodded her head with a small, serene smile. Her eyes low and her breathing still a little rapid.

Terry squeezed her hip in warning, his eyes cutting low into hers, coaxing Ayesha to fix her mistake. “What I say?” Terry began with a vicious frown that almost had Ayesha clenching her thighs with him between them. “Say Yes Terry.”

And immediately she knew where she went wrong without him having to say anything, still the correction made her chuckle lowly. “Yes, Terry.”

Terry hummed in approval, sending kisses along the length of her neck and massaging her thighs and waist. “I'm ready to get back up in there.” Terry’s words muffled against her sweaty skin. “Come sit on it again.”

Ayesha rolled her eyes, and shook her head at his damn near impossible request. It hadn't even gone past ten minutes and he already wanted to get back into it.

Ayesha didn't know how they got to this point, but she had a feeling this wouldn't be a one time thing. So much for trying to catch Mike's killer.

“No, I'm tired and sweaty and I need another bath.” Ayesha spoke, her fingers grazing the sides of his waist. Terry landed a few more kisses on her plump lips, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence.

“Which is why I said sit, we not gonna do anything’ else.” Terry attempted to justify with a sly smile and a deep chuckle.

“I don't believe you.” Ayesha muttered, yet still she shimmied herself from under him, positioning his sticky tip at her entrance as she hovered over his sweat covered, chiseled body. Adonis-built motherfucker.

“I’m tryna fuck the attitude outta you.” Terry claimed, his brows sinking as Ayesha slid down on his dick. “Gahdamn, wet as fuck.”

“Mm shit.” Ayesha moaned, her hands landing on his chest to ground hold herself up. “You already did that.” she croaked at the stretch, “Fat fuckin’ dick. Oh my God.”

Terry hummed, watched her hover the few inches left. “Well this is the readjustment,” He stuttered before his hands naturally landed on her hips and ushered her further down his dick. “I said sit. No mek mi repeat miself.”

Ayesha was damn near sure that was his fourth attempt at killing her, except this time… he could actually succeed.

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A/n: this was fun and stressful to write, but we made it. Now I'm taking a break for real and trying to find inspo for Ruffian, and Something Seasonal.

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rehab. 11.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: That last chapter was so much fun to write, I really do hope that you guys enjoyed it too! We got to see a bit of backstory, so lets get another look but from the outside ;) Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. chapter 10

The Avengers had been working tirelessly since the moment they had put the soldier under general anesthesia. They had placed on a mask onto her that was delivering a constant flow of Desflurane due to the soldier's heightened metabolism posing a risk of causing the medicine to wear off too fast. Shuri and Tony had been able to locate the chip within the auditorial cortex of the temporal lobe of the soldier's brain after a bit of imaging and scanning her brain thoroughly.

Due to the significant risk that came with operating in the temporal lobe, Shuri and Tony were using Shuri's digital representation of the soldier's brain to guide the surgery. When the chip was finally extracted, both of the scientists were feeling highly accomplished.

Once the surgery was over, they stitched and stapled the soldier back up before Shuri began to work on implementing her safeguards and destroying HYDRA's programming once more, Clint watching over her shoulder with curiosity as she worked. During this time, Tony was analyzing the chip with Natasha, Bucky, T'Challa, and Steve.

"So, not only was this chip used to deliver messages and recite the trigger words in the case of an emergency, it was also the thing that was attempting to continuously reprogram her. With this thing out, I bet our soldier is gonna start remembering a lot more."

Bucky and Steve both looked happy, but Natasha and T'Challa both had apprehensive looks on their faces. Steve asked, glancing at Tony as the man bit into a pear.

"You're saying that she's gonna be able to remember everything?"

Tony looked nonchalant as he replied, shrugging his shoulders before throwing a couple grapes into his mouth.

"Well, I can't exactly say that for sure. I mean, statistically speaking, she has about a 60% recovery rate for all memories. With how many times they scrambled her eggs, I'd say that number gets lower and lower due to the neurological trauma her brain went through."

Natasha added, tilting her head slightly and shrugging.

"Not to mention all the torture that they put her through. There's probably a ton of stuff she shouldn't remember."

Shuri's voice made all of the Avengers look at her, the woman giving them a look as she continued to fiddle with the soldier's programs, the red parts of her brain disappearing bit by bit.

"That is her choice to make. We must remember that this is all dependent on her. While she was a conditioned agent of HYDRA, we need to acknowledge her progress from before her reactivation. She was eating, she remembered her career with the CIA, and she was actively communicating without permission with Sergeant Barnes and I."

Bucky nodded then, adding.

"I have to agree with Shuri. While remembering everything that HYDRA did sucked...I'm thankful that I at least had that choice. We need to let the woman decide for herself when she wakes up."

Tony shrugged before he stated.

"Listen, I did my part with this. The only thing that I can tell you is that the chip is definitely from HYDRA, but it looks to be a fairly old technology. There isn't really a signature or a serial number that I can see."

Shuri shook her head, waving her hand at Tony.

"Please, allow me to finish this and then I will show you how wrong you are."

Clint whistled low, shaking his head.

"Someone telling Stark that he's wrong? I think it might be the end of the world all over again."

Tony gave Clint an offended look before T'Challa sighed, his patience beginning to run thin.

"On other news, have we been able to locate Rollins? Seeing as he seemed to already know that we were going to be there, he must have planned for such interruptions. Is it possible that he prepared for the worst?"

Natasha nodded, bringing up a hologram of the black book pages that had been translated, saying as Steve nodded alongside her.

"The book on this winter soldier detailed how difficult she was to program and to keep programmed. With the preexisting knowledge of her history of memory lapses, it's possible that Rollins knew she was going to remember...and he might have some intel about Princess Shuri's rehabilitation program that she used on Bucky."

Steve crossed his arms, stating as Bucky sat back against a table, his gaze lingering on the soldier that was still and sleeping deeply; Shuri sparing him a quiet and worried glance before going back to work.

"Even so, we should keep running those biometric programs until we get a hit or a lead. Have we been able to get in touch with the Director of the CIA?"

Tony took out his phone, typing for a little while before he put the phone on speaker. It was ringing, and Natasha couldn't help but to smirk to herself as the phone was answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello Director, I was wondering if you could spare a few minutes of your time and resources."

The Director seemed to sputter, asking with a stern and aggressive tone of voice.

"Who the hell is this? How did you get this number?"

Tony made a noise of shock, clutching his chest with a dramatic head-nod, gesturing to wipe invisible sweat off of his brow.

"Seriously? You can't tell? I'm almost ready to cry, everyone. It's Tony Stark. You know: genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?...ugh, Iron Man?"

"I get it! What the hell do you want, Stark?"

Steve just rolled his eyes, and Tony explained.

"Well, I've been trying to reach you for a while now, but all my calls were left unanswered. Can you imagine my sorrow? Anywho, the Avengers have a mission that requires your cooperation and clearance for us to get into some archives...unless you can share the information?"

The Director was silent for a moment, seeming to mull over his next decision. He asked after a moment.

"It depends. Some of the information that we have is classified, Mr. Stark, and sensitive enough that not even the Avengers can have clearance. What exactly is your mission, sir?"

"We just need access to a couple of records about a woman that used to work within the Directorate of Science and Technology. As you can guess, we have some classified information too, but the only thing that I can tell you is that this woman was a receiver of the Career Intelligence reward and had to be apart of the agency before the 1980's."

The Director hummed, repeating the information to himself quietly before sighing.

"Alright, Mr. Stark, what I can do is gather as many files as I can, but you understand that this will take some time? You haven't even provided me with a name."

Tony admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

"We don't know her name yet, which is why we're coming to you about this. My suggestion is to look for any woman with remarkable scientific work or went missing at least before 1980."

"Might I ask what this might be about?"

"Nope."

Tony then hung up, and Natasha snickered slightly.

"Well, that went well. Why didn't we do that earlier?"

"You...did hear me when I said they weren't returning my calls, right?"

Steve just sighed, and Bucky offered with a shrug.

"I mean, this is still progress as long as the Director is willing to actually send those documents over. I think until then, we should really focus on finding Rollins."

T'Challa nodded, urging.

"It would be in our best interest to do so. We don't know what other tricks he may have up his sleeve. While the soldier is now free of that device, there is no telling what else it can do even when outside of her body."

Shuri cut in, shaking her head as she paused her work with an exhausted sigh, hands on her hips.

"It won't be an issue once I, or Stark, take it apart. There is going to be a calling card or a signature for the device. No sensible scientist would ever leave his work to be unknown."

Tony nodded, pointing towards Shuri while glancing over at T'Challa.

"The princess has a point."

Steve then declared, nodding to every Avenger in the room respectively.

"Then you two should get started on taking that apart. Clint and I can make a house call to the CIA to help with the investigation, and Natasha and Bucky, you guys watch over the soldier."

Natasha chuckled as Clint stuck his tongue out at her with a smug look on his face.

"Don't make that face at me. The CIA would be stupid to let me walk through those doors. Information wonderland."

Tony sighed with a mock look of adoration, placing his hand against his arc reactor.

"God, don't you just love it when Cap takes control? You know how to really spangle my stars, Rogers."

"Please don't ever say that again."

Clint made a face of disgust as Steve just shook his head while closing his eyes, and Bucky couldn't help but to add, making Steve glare at him.

"Well, you are the man with a plan."

"Listen, don't do anything stupid, alright?"

Bucky snorted, winking at Steve.

"How can I when you're taking all the stupid with you?"

When everyone dispersed, Bucky walked towards a chair and sat down in it, staring at the soldier as she slept. There were a million thoughts running through his mind, and he was aware of Natasha watching him. The woman sat down on the other side of the soldier, stating as she looked over the horrific scars that littered her body.

"Looks like they really had it in for her."

"Not surprised, honestly. HYDRA didn't like it when you displayed any sense of free-will. Considering that she was pretty difficult to program, I wouldn't put it past the Handlers and Enforcer's to get angry."

Natasha nodded before she spared Bucky a glance.

"You know, you keep looking at her as if you know her."

Bucky became uncomfortable, glancing over at Natasha with a grimace before pursing his lips and looking back at her.

"She knows something about Meltzer Woods...back from where I was born. It's been bothering me for a while."

"It's deeper than that. I can see the look in your eyes."

Natasha pressed, staring down at him with a friendly yet scrutinizing gaze, and Bucky's shoulders fell slightly.

"There's something familiar about her. I can't really place it. I don't know if she's one of the Winter Soldier's that I had to train back at HYDRA or...or if maybe...maybe I'm the reason she doesn't have anybody to miss her."

Natasha was quiet, crossing her arms and sitting back in her chair a bit. Her gaze was back on the soldier, watching as the soldier's face scrunched slightly and sweat began to pearl at her temples. Grabbing a cold wash cloth, Natasha gently dabbed her face.

"Even if that's true, you're something that is familiar for her. I think you could use that to your advantage as you have been. If you are a cause of something...then I think then that you owe it to her to make sure she becomes someone that she can be proud of again."

Bucky was quiet for a moment before he mumbled.

"When did you get so damn wise, Romanov?"

"I know what it's like to not be given a choice too."

Natasha and Bucky shared a look before Natasha glanced over at Tony and Shuri, watching as they spoke as Tony carefully took the chip apart.

"You think that we could trace the main signal back to Rollins?"

"Do you think it's possible to do that?"

Natasha shrugged before taking out a stick of beef jerky and biting into it nonchalantly.

"No clue...but just let me know when you're ready to have the file."

Bucky gave the woman a confused look, and Natasha's only response was to chew her jerky loudly.

"Unbelievable. I don't even wanna know."

"Technology has really improved the last few years, Smithsonian."

Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

-STEVE-

Back in the United States, Steve and Clint were currently being escorted through the CIA, the Director wagging his finger with disdain and exasperation as he led the two Avengers into the archives.

"Unbelievable. He can somehow get a hold of my number and yet can't give me anymore details about why the hell he wants into the archives?"

Steve cleared his throat while Clint just rolled his eyes, making a face at the back of the Director's head.

"Sir, with all due respect, this is an information-sensitive mission. We're just needing to identify someone to get a lead on a...missing persons case."

The Director looked at Steve, who gave him an expressionless look, and the Director huffed before muttering.

"This better be no goddamn trick. That goddamn Stark..."

The Director began to grumble to himself before he granted access into the archives. Escorting the two through the shelves, the man gestured the two men to a desk that was situated in the middle of the room where a box was already sitting.

"I located as many files as I could on previous employees that were employed in the Directorate of Science and Technology that received any awards and medals for their service. It goes back all the way to when the CIA was first founded in 1947."

Steve nodded, and Clint clapped his hands together.

"Alright, let's get started."

Steve looked at the director, nodding his head in thanks.

"Thank you, Director, your help is very appreciated."

The Director pursed his lips before huffing.

"Don't thank me. Just make sure to tell Stark to delete my damn number."

Clint snorted to himself, muttering as the Director walked away.

"Good luck with that. He's like a damn mosquito we can't get rid of."

Steve rolled his eyes, and the two men began to sift through the files. As the two men read and worked, Steve watched as the Director kept a close eye on them, speaking into a phone though Steve couldn't tell what he was saying. Looking back down, Steve murmured.

"You think the Director might know something?"

"Considering that HYDRA has ears and eyes everywhere? I wouldn't be surprised if a few rats were still looking for cheese."

Clint didn't even bother to look up, reading like lightning through the files before he hummed, picking up a file and grinning.

"I found our girl."

Steve was wide-eyed, a look of accomplishment flashing through his eyes.

"Great job, Clint."

Clint slipped the photo off of the file and hummed, a sad look coming over his face as he gazed at the unmarred face of the Winter Soldier.

"Man, they were really unforgiving with her...look how excited she is."

Steve gently grabbed the photo, and a strange feeling began to fill his chest as he stared into the characteristic eyes of the woman. His chest was tight, his eyes feeling a bit wet, and though his heart hurt for the woman and what she went through with HYDRA, he was also beginning to feel angry.

"(Y/n) (L/n), daughter of Robert and Doris (L/n). She was a Princeton graduate with honors, was valedictorian in her high school, and she was hired onto the CIA when she was 24 and fresh out of college and passed their exams with flying colors."

Steve's interest was perked by the name Robert (L/n), and he asked Clint as he grabbed the file from his hand to read through it.

"Does it say anything about Robert (L/n)?"

Clint shrugged and replied.

"Not a lot. He was a very prestigious scientist, uh...that's about it. I could ask Tony to look into it though."

Steve nodded, and he began to read through (Y/n)'s file more before he whispered to himself.

"Well, that's not surprising."

"What is it?"

Steve took a deep breath before reading the file out loud to Clint.

"(Y/n) (L/n) of the Directorate of Science & Technology was announced deceased December 18th, 1979. Cause of Death: REDACTED."

Clint hummed before he held up the file.

"We should probably ask to make a copy of this."

Steve nodded, and when the two men approached the Director after being patted down to ensure no information had been stolen, the Director frowned heavily.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes. Would you be willing to make a copy of this file for us so that we can do more research?"

The Director hummed, his eyebrows shooting up as he read the name on the file.

"(Y/n) (L/n), huh? I remember her actually."

Steve and Clint shared a look together, and Clint asked.

"Director, did you ever work with Ms. (L/n)?"

"Not like that, no. Science wasn't really my interest, but Ms. (L/n) was very talented. When she was awarded the Career Intelligence award back in 1981, she had greatly shaped the way the Directorate of Science & Technology viewed and applied the sciences. She advanced a lot of the methods, scientific and military technologies, and was damn-near a genius. Why do you want to know about her?"

Steve and Clint both wore apologetic faces, and the Director just squinted before handing them both a complete copy of the files.

"You know what, I don't even wanna know. You both have a good day. Don't forget to tell Stark to delete my damn number."

Steve nodded, saluting before he left, and the two Avengers gave a sigh of relief the second they stepped out of the agency.

"He was weird to you too, right? Like...I'm not the only one that doesn't really like that guy?"

"It's not just you. There was something weird about him...he knows something. He was nervous the whole time that we were there."

Clint made a face of annoyance before stating.

"The plot thickens. Let's just get back to Wakanda and see what Tony finds."

-

STORY NOTES: The Avengers have been working nonstop since they have put the winter soldier under strong general anesthetics. Tony and Shuri performed a successful surgery to remove the chip from the winter soldier, who is now being allowed to recover outside of cryostasis. Shuri has begun to work on removing the winter soldier programming once more while Tony, Natasha, T'Challa, Bucky, and Steve analyze the chip.

Tony discovers that the chip was able to trigger the winter soldier reprogramming sequence as well as send out messages to the soldier. It is not concrete whether the soldier will remember everything, but Shuri and Bucky both advocate for it to be the soldier's choice to do so if she wants.

T'Challa asks about Rollins, which Natasha theorizes that Rollins knew the winter soldier was going to start remembering the second she was out of cryostasis, and so he made sure to remotely retrigger the winter soldier so nobody would know his whereabouts. Steve asks if Tony was able to get in touch with the Director of the CIA, in which Tony directly calls the Director.

After a slightly heated exchange, the Director allows the Avengers limited and supervised access to the files that they need, and Clint and Steve set out to return to the USA to get into the archives. Shuri and Tony are tasked with dissecting the chip and figuring out its creator, and Natasha and Bucky are tasked with watching over the soldier.

While everyone disperses, Natasha makes a comment to Bucky that he keeps looking at the soldier as if he knew her, which Bucky comments that he is bothered that the soldier mentioned Meltzer Woods, a State Park located within Bucky's hometown of Shelbyville, Indiana. However, Natasha calls out Bucky for lying, and Bucky finally reveals that the soldier does, indeed, feel familiar. He is unsure if the Winter Soldier is one that he trained back in his HYDRA days or if she was a previous target.

Natasha tells Bucky that even if such theories are true, he is something that is familiar to the Winter Soldier, and that he owes the winter soldier to make sure she 'becomes someone she can be proud of again'. Natasha then makes a comment about if Tony could trace the main signal back to Rollins, and when Bucky asks if it's possible, Natasha gives a vague remark, revealing that she has information on Rollins.

In the USA at the CIA, Steve and Clint have gained access to the archives. After a bit of research through the files that the Director gathered for them, Clint is able to locate the Winter Soldier's file. The file reveals that the Winter Soldier's name is (Y/n) (L/n) and was officially declared deceased December 18th, 1979. They decide to ask the Director to make a copy of the file, who allows them to do so. The Director reveals that he knew (Y/n), and he comments that she helped shape the way the CIA applied their science and technologies.

Once Steve and Clint exit out of the agency, Clint makes a comment on the strange behavior that the Director had exhibited and asks if Steve had noticed as well. Steve agrees, and they decide to wait to do any research until they both arrived back into Wakanda. End scene.

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TAGLIST: @tilldeathripsusapart @vicmc624 @mgchaser @aash3 @samfunko @seventeen-x @valckenaux

[ebonyslasher]

Can you do more yandere slashers part 2 please.

Hopefully, I'm getting better at writing yandere characters! There are some possible triggering themes ahead so read with caution.

Roses are red, violets are blue

Here's

Yandere!Slashers Pt. 2!

A strained sob bounced against the dingy walls that you were held captive in. Your existence, normally happy and calm, turned desperate and miserable. You looked around with teary eyes, taking in your unfortunate new home. The air was littered with specks of dust, paint torn from the walls, and all the windows crudely covered and broken. It was a scene taken from a horror movie that you desperately did not want to be in. The tears silently flow down your face before the raggedy door flings open.

A shadowy, foreboding figure stood tall at the door frame. You recognized that figure, it was the one who kidnapped you to this horrid place.

“Please ... .please let me go…,” you whimpered out, your sobbing revitalizing before this monster. He stepped forward and you shrunk back. He stops. The next movement he made your heart stop. Michael flings a body beside you. The patch of light coming from the mostly covered window showed the gouged out eyes of your crush. They lay lifeless and their once beautiful face was now covered with blood. 

The image of a dead body, especially of someone you knew, caused you to hyperventilate. Feeling an extreme urge to flee, you stand up and attempt to run towards the door. Michael grabs your arm painfully and throws you down.

“Let me go, let me go! You monster!” you screamed. You attempt to stand again when Michael kicks at your legs. He quickly places his dirty boot on your right leg, right on the tibia. Stomping down, Michael relishes in your painful cry after the sickening snap of your bone. You could not run from him and he could not be happier.

—--

Michael knew everyone who lived in Haddonfield. Most by their identifiable features and home addresses.

Michael stalked all his victims, but only for a short time as their existence would not last long.

However, if he becomes obsessed, not only will he stalk them every single day. He will keep them alive for an undecided amount of time.

As you place your existence in Haddonfield, Michael becomes hooked. 

He paid attention to your needs, placing toiletries that you ran out of/low on in various places in your house. It escalates into leisure items that you spoke about with your friends. Things that he knew that you knew you did not purchase

Making himself known, he begins to appear and reappear in different places, from a distance. Toying with you.

Anyone who will get in the way will be removed, permanently. Especially any love interest.

He is not above harming you to make you submit, stay, and be quiet. He knew what was best for you.

Injuries looked especially good on you anyway

“Kitten ... .how disappointing,” Asa remarks, seeing the piss-poor excuse of a Valentine's Day present on his bed. It was made haphazardly, the paper mache butterfly looked tattered with paint, some sort of adhesive, and drenched paper.

Asa had shown you how to do the technique weeks ago, disguising the activity as a fun bonding moment. He made an off-handed comment that a paper mache insect would be a great gift for Valentine’s Day. Of course, his smart little kitty caught the hint. But, it was obvious that you did not practice enough. 

You sat upon the bed, head down in embarrassment at the state of your gift. “Asa, I tried! I really did! You know I’m not that good at-” You started to explain. Asa put his hand up and you stopped talking immediately.

“You had ample time to practice, y/n. But, you did not. Therefore, you will be punished. Get on all fours on top of your disaster,” Asa instructed coldly. You did so, feeling humiliated at the action. You desperately wanted to make this up to him while also feeling apprehension at the punishment. 

Asa starts to hit your back and ass with his hands. You endure, but the force of his hits ends up making you fall on top of your gift. The burn of his hits combined with the uncomfortable feeling of wet paper and glue slathering your stomach. It made you cry out, strengthening the boner Asa had. 

---

Anyone who’s moving, living, or even traveling through the town gets observed by Asa. When you arrive, you capture his interest in ways he never thought possible. 

He searched your name, address (and floor plan if available), and knew all your family members. He breaks in to look at everything you have.

 He had notes dedicated to what you like to eat, what size of clothes you wear, etc. 

Once he captures you, he doesn’t make you a part of his collection. Instead, you'll be his personal pet. A little kitty he can enjoy. 

Life was starting to get a little boring. Your existence changed his life. He just needed to train you so you would not be useless to him.

His training includes the way you react (in the way that he likes), enduring physical punishment and sexual sensory overloads, how to care for him correctly, etc. 

Any spouse, family, or friends that were living with you are now part of his collection. They would be a distraction to your duties.

If you perform extremely poorly, he will drag you across the floor to see any loved ones in the collection. Digging his fingers into your eyelids to force you to look at their display.

“Dr. Lecter?,” You asked as you knocked lightly on his office door. You let yourself into his practice, as was normal for your appointments. 

“Y/N, please come in,” he said smoothly so as to not betray his excitement at your arrival.

You plop down on the sofa across from him and your weekly sessions begin. You’d had them for a month now. It was last week when you noticed that you were getting weirdly attached and attracted to Dr. Hannibal. It wasn’t right with the power dynamics in your current relationship. Also, all the blaring issues he knew about your life. This did not dissuade your budding feelings, with the unintentional help of Hannibal. He did not know that your conflicted romantic feelings were about him. It was like he always knew the right thing to say. He spurred your mind to think outside the box or his perspective. Everything he said, he seemed to always be right about. 

“.....I feel a romantic connection to this person, but I know I shouldn’t,” You say.

“And why not?” He questioned

“Our relationship right now…it would be inappropriate to say the least.”

Hannibal leaned forward, his face schooled in its perfect neutral expression. Internally, he was fighting a smirk to bless his sharp features. “And what is love without risk?”

“....I…”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t know, y/n. I am merely throwing out a different perspective. You like this person right? What makes it inappropriate?”

“His…status and title do. The power dynamics would be unequal,” you say, trying to be as vague as possible.

“It will always be unequal. You possess powers that he would not have. And vice versa. Titles mean nothing. You see, I am your psychiatrist. I know who you are, I can see the power that you have. A relationship between you and me would be risky, in the eyes of others. But, only our eyes matter in the end.”

“A relationship between us two…?”

“Just as an example, Y/n. To help you see the big picture.”

--

You were his patient. He fell in love, becoming obsessed with you. You looked like the perfect partner, one to parade around at the envy of others. 

He would make sure to format your mind to see how perfect you two would be. That he would be the only one for you. 

Hannibal being Hannibal does this covertly, planting seeds into your head every session. He even stops taking payment for your appointments, to ensure you would still come.

The medication he would prescribe you was a level of biochemical control over your emotions. He knew the side effects and how the medication would affect your mood after you took them. 

He acts like the perfect gentleman. He has perused your home, making sure to have items that you need or want coincidentally at appointments. 

Anyone who is a threat to you or the budding relationship will be removed.

You will see them for the last time, served as a decadent meal. He will feed them to you, without your knowledge

“Taylor Layknn’s party is in two days, I’ve taken the liberty of picking out your look for you,” Patrick says dismissively. He thrust the outfit into your arms as he checked his phone. You stood flabbergasted at his gall.

“Patrick, I already had an outfit planned out,” you explain. You look over the outfit, trying to imagine how it would look on you.

“Yes I know, but I saw this while shopping and thought about you immediately. I knew it would be flattering on you. It goes with what I’m wearing. We’ll look great together.” Patrick looks straight into your eyes, watching your reaction.

You felt annoyed, a little offended, but flattered that he thought of you. “That’s sweet, but I don’t think that’s exactly my style.” You began to hand the outfit back to him. He thrusts the outfit back against your chest.

“It is your style and you don’t even know it. Here, look at how the color compliments your skin. How it’ll hug your figure in the right places. You know, most of these bitches don’t even know how to dress. You’ll be the talk of the night if you just listen to me.”

--

He tries to shelter your interactions from others, feeding you lies and pretending like he is giving you inside information to gain your trust

He purposefully talks bad and compassionate about others to uplift himself in your presence, disguising it as competition.

He is always extra with his appearance but was even more so when he knew you were going to be there.

He even wears the cologne that you love. He sends you flowers, your favorite ones, to show how much attention he paid to you

Once he has you wrapped around his finger, He tells you what to say and how to act. He needs you to be the perfect partner that even Paul Allen would be jealous of. 

The desperate yuppie that he is needs you to look and act a certain way to fit in with the 'in-group'.

He buys you clothing and expects you to wear it for him. He will send you makeup tutorial videos that he likes.

Patrick will also send photos and videos of people with what he thinks is the ultimate body type. He will do whatever to shape and mold you into his perfect partner.

Patrick has a doll that looks like you in his office drawer. He dresses up in what he would want you to wear. He has another at home where he acts out fantasies of your eventual marriage. 

He constantly questions where you are or slyly questions others. He gets mad if he isn’t invited anywhere, especially to his favorite place.

If he could, he dreams of hiring you as his personal assistant (if that was your profession). He has thought many times about firing his current assistant just to have you perched there, sitting pretty.  

[ddollfface]

𝐅𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of the waves."

Trigger Warnings; Small mention of S/A (not described), reader being a bad mom (?), gore (mention of fatty tissue, blood, etc.) lovesick behavior, kidnapping, reader makes a grand escape, bad writing, I just wrote this for shits and giggles lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡

Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

You swore that it was here! There was nowhere else it could be; where could he put it? There weren't too many places one could hide something, especially in such a small Lighthouse. Rummaging through the wooden chest, your chipped nails scrapped against the splintered wood, gasping when a secret compartment opened, revealing it.

Your coat.

Yes! There it was! You scooped up the fluffy cloth, holding it up to your nose, and breathing the scent of it. It still smelt the same. The scent of fresh salt and cold air filled your senses, filling you with a sense of contentment. Biting your lip, you hold back tears as you hold the coat as close as possible, rubbing your face into the fluffy material.

The coat was still in good shape, with some small stains here and there, but overall it was perfectly fine. The coat was still a smooth, grayish-blue leather material, completely worn in, and fitted you quite nicely. It felt the same, smelt the same, and appeared to be the same. It's been so long since you've held it in your arms! You felt as if this was the reunion of your lifetime! Why have you been parted for so long-

"Mama?" You jumped, whipping around to face the doorway, grasping your hands around the coat, caught off guard by the soft voice. Your eyes met with ones of the same color, ones so bright and full of confusion.

Your heart clenched.

"What's that, Mama?" The boy pointed a chubby finger at the coat, which you quickly hid behind your back, giving the boy a soft smile. You quickly stood, making sure to keep the coat out of sight, and approached the boy.

You brought the boy close, kneeling in front of him, and rubbing the back of his head with a shaky smile, "Why are you awake? It's really late, Bubba..."

The boy's lips pursed, bringing the stuffed seal close to his chest. The sight of the stuffy made your pupils dilate and lips taught into a frown, but you resisted the urge to snatch the stuffy from the child's arms and rip it to shreds.

"Sorry, Mama... The thunder is scary, Mama," The boy's lip wobbled, and his rosy cheeks grew puffy. You sighed, picking the little boy up and holding him on your hip, straightening out his gray nightgown. Ruffing his blonde hair, you pressed a kiss on his forehead, attempting to not be repulsed at the sight of the child.

It's not his fault, you remind yourself, and you repeat it like a mantra. It's not his fault. It's not his fault. How could it be his fault?

There's no way this innocent, little boy could be a fault for this. He was just brought into this world without any will, brought into a family filled with unreciprocated love. So, because of this, you must push through and treat him with love, something he deserves.

But God is it hard, especially when he has his hair, his skin, and his face. He looks so much like him, practically the spitting image of him. The only thing you two shared was eyes, but even then they were in his shape. Even when away from him, you cannot escape him, a mini him staring right back at you.

How horrible are you? To where you cannot look at a little boy without anything but hate? How can you look at this little boy and not see your son? You birthed him, grew him from the womb, and fed him from your body. What more of a connection could you have with someone? And yet you cannot give him the time of day, refusing to play outside, denying him any attention a normal mother would give.

All of this was for today, the day you'd regain your dignity, freedom, and personhood, away from the monster you dare call your husband. You mustn't let the little boy grow close to you because it'll make parting all the worse. You need to be able to separate, and you have to carry that strength with you now. You must do so just so you can reunite with your brethren once agian.

It's been so long since you've seen them, and you miss them dearly so. Your throat tightens as you adjust the boy on your hip, leading him toward the stairs before setting him down. Huffing out a soft sigh, you tuck a blonde curl behind his ear, ignoring the dreadful thump of your heart and calling of your heavy consciousness.

You have to do this. If not for family, but for yourself.

"There's nothing to be scared of, Bubba. Now, go back upstairs and tuck yourself in," You kneeled down, softly speaking to the little boy, who just nodded, giving you one last hug.

"Mmk, Mama. Night night..." The boy whispers, grabbing your cheeks with his small hands, and pressing a clumsy kiss on your cheek, making you chuckle. Pressing your forehead against the little boy's, you lift up his bangs, just to press a kiss onto his forehead and bring him into a hug.

The little boy wraps his short arms around your middle, pressing his face against your chest, his lip wobbling. Racking your fingers through his blonde curls, you hold back the tears that pool in your eyes, knowing that you just have to pull through. You were so close, you can't let this go to waste.

"Alright, go to sleep, Baby," You pull away from the little boy, giving him one last smile before ushering him up the stairs. Waving at him, you cringe as he turns his head around, (E/C) eyes peering back into your matching ones. It's as if he knows something amiss, judging and observing you like it's your last moments together. And how correct he is.

You have to hurry.

.

.

.

The rain was heavy, beating against your back, and soaking through your thine nightgown. The raindrops began to blur your vision, or is it your tears? At this point, it's impossible to tell.

pitter. patter.

Your nose so cold it's red and about to fall off, cheeks matching in shade. Your hair is wet and sticks to your jawline, framing your head like a halo. Fingers scraped raw, blood smeared across your smooth skin, and seeping into the fluffy coat that is now matted with blood and water.

It's impossible to see where you're going, but you know deep in your heart which trail leads to where. The smell of salt and fresh dirt guides you to your home: the ocean.

pitter. patter.

Holding the coat close to your chest, careful not to drop it. If you lose it, this would all be for nothing, and you'd be dragged back to the hell you called home. The twigs and forest brush roll under your feet, causing your footing to be loose and inconsistent, warning you to be cautious.

Though it's been years since you've been outside, you know from your heart that you'll make it - you have to. The ocean is welcoming you with open arms. You can feel the way the wind is pushing you faster. How the waves are calling out to you, like a siren song ushering you to the depth of the sea. Or how the trees show the path toward the sandy gate.

pitter, patter.

You're almost there - you can feel it. Your feet are carrying you faster than you thought possible, but you choose not to focus on such things, instead, focusing on getting home. There's no way he should know, you've planned too long.

You can see it, the taste of freedom seeping onto your tongue. Quickly rushing to put on the coat, you sprint across the sand, relishing on how you sink into the grainy ground. The comfort of nostalgia causes you to slow and almost miss the sound.

pitter, patter?

Huh, how long has that sound been on loop, constantly playing in the background? You've been so caught up, that you hadn't noticed it, assuming it was just rain. Before you could even get another word, to even think of turning around, you're tumbling towards the ground.

A face full of sand is the last thing you expected, but quickly forgot about. The burning sensation of torn flesh and oozing blood welcomed the disheartening feeling of mind-rotting pain.

Quickly jerking your head to look behind you, you're greeted by the sight of a harpoon lodged into the back of your thigh. It felt as if your leg was getting torn apart, tissue and fat getting spread and ravished by the rusty head of the harpoon. It snagged and dug into your skin, causing blood and bile to creep up your throat. The sigh ungodly. You felt lightheaded and hadn't even realized that you were slowly being dragged away from the ocean.

The tugging of the metal head of the harpoon caused you to call out, a silent scream leaving your lips and flooded tears pooling down your cheeks. The wet sand rubbed against your body in a way that was no longer nostalgic, but torturous. The tiny grains smothered in your hair, itching your scalp. The sand absorbed the thick, scarlet liquid, causing blood to pool around your legs and create a stain in the sand as you were dragged back to him.

And there he was, the man you called your husband. His golden curls were a little frizzy but seemed to glow under the silver lighting of the moon. His skin tan and layered with scars, along with chiseled muscles that contracted with every harsh tug at the rope, connecting you to him. If you weren't in your current circumstances, you would've thought he was an angel of some sort, but you knew that was far from the truth.

And his eyes gleamed with bloodlust, completely bloodshot and fanatic. Eyes that were once a beautiful hazel, swirls of brown and green that resembled that of the grown we walk on and trees we lie under, are now churning with a possessive monster ready to break free and ravage you.

He was no longer the sailor you had grown to love and admire, instead, he was now a hunter, a man you should've swam from the moment you saw him on that pier. But how could you have known?

He looked anything but harmful, more similar to a young babe than a possessive maniac. Who could blame you for being attracted to him, especially after he had helped you after your tail got caught in some mangy nets? His hands were so delicate, making sure to be careful not to hurt such skin.

Though he didn't know you weren't what you seemed, he still treated you as a living, breathing being, when most would've deserted you, or sold you on the market. After all, humans seemed to deem seals good for soup.

You thought you could trust him, and that's why you revealed yourself to him, exposing your identity as a selkie. If only you had known...

If only you had known what was lying behind that charming smile was a possessive and delusional man waiting for the right woman.

If only you had known that though he had a pretty face, the prettiest face you've ever seen on a human, it wasn't something to be fooled by, instead, you should've swum back in the ocean the moment he freed you from that damned net.

If only you had known that he'd take away your coat, stealing it in your sleep, pretending it got swept up in the ocean. That he'd help you get it back, just come up to his Lighthouse. He'll help you.

If only you hadn't trusted that pretty smile, taking his hand, and going up to his Lighthouse.

If only you had known that he'd take advantage of you, ripping your clothes off, and taking your cries as an invitation for more. Maybe if you had known about the human anatomy, you would've fought a little more and screamed a little louder.

But you didn't. You didn't know, and now you are being dragged back into the hands that stole you from your people, your home, and stole your life, trapping you with a baby boy.

Now, he whispers in your ear, cradling your head as sobs rack throughout your body. Your leg is bloody and torn, no recovery in sight. Tears of shame, guilt, and rage build up inside of you, so you pound your fists against his chest, screaming at him through the sobs.

His large hands just hold you in place, letting you tire yourself out, humming sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly weaves your coat from your hands. Quickly picking you up, careful not to touch your injured leg, he begins his walk home, leaving gore in his wake.

The ocean, your only witness, cries for its loss. The daughter it once had, who was so close to coming home, was now snatched away by the hands of an evil man. The tides rise, ridding the sand of the gore and blood that once was.

Closing your eyes, the last thing you see is the calming waves reaching out for you.

"Honey, it's time to go home."

[cloudyskydreams]

Hello sorry to bother again I saw you doing yandere asks I wanted to ask how would the boys react if someone tried to still their s/o away from them hope you had a Christmas and have a happy new year

Hello dear let me just say you're never a bother! Love seeing returning askers even better when we're mutuals I get so excited every time I see a notif from one lol!!

There's so many ways to take this so I'm taking it as someone flirting with Darling on this one! The other ways I was considering was someone trying to "save" darling from yandere or another yandere possibly one of the other boys trying to kidnap mc from og yandere. I'll probably do the other ones at some point cause they sound interesting.

Also this bad boy deleted itself THREE times, had me ripping my hair out on the verge of tears. I kind of got carried away on underfells part and only decided to do 5/8 characters I write for which are Sans, Papyrus, Red, Edge, and Axe (the post was too long so I'm posting Axe separately) If you wanted to see one of the other three just let me know and I'll do my best to write them too!

ALSO ALSO IMPORTANT TRIGGER WARNINGS PEOPLE DONT READ IF THESE TOPICS WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE TW: Somewhat Graphic depictions of death and dying, Intense blunt force damage to head, Blood

Alright I'm done yapping y'alls eyes cross back to your regularly scheduled program! Hope you guys enjoy!!

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Undertale:

Sans:

Oh hoh this is interesting. He might not do anything at first just because he wants to see how this plays through. If you're uncomfortable he'll step in and "politely" tell the dude to fuck off. It doesn't really matter however it goes the person's fucked just for interacting with you with frankly disgusting intentions isn't it obvious your HIS? Really he's just trying to see if you know you're his and wants to see how you'll deal with the situation, to see if he's trained you well enough. Once you guys are walking away he excuses himself real quick and goes to "chat" with the person. Their barely breathing body is lying in a random alley way as sans teleports back to where he left you. He reassures you and tells you he just had to check on something at the lab real quick and shows you a fake text he sent himself requesting his help.

Papyrus:

He's fine at first! Politely informs the person that you two are indeed happily together and then gushes about your relationship for a bit. The entire time though something starts to creep in his emotions as the persons eyes barely leave your form. Something Papyrus does not have much experience with…. jealousy. His words fade out as he takes in the person's gaze and he quickly excuses you guys and leads you away getting uncomfortable and upset with the thought of the person even looking at you anymore. He trys to get back on track and puts on a cheerful face for his darling but he can't get that disgusting person out of his head. How dare they look at you in such a ludicrously wanting way, trying to seduce you with their eyes. Vile. He loops back around tsaying he simply wanted to check out a store back the other way and keeps an eye out for the person. Low and behold there they are and he gently leads you into a store before walking off with the excuse of looking for something in the store. Leaves and approaches the person and chews them out telling them they need to do better and such. He won't hurt them no but he lightly threatens them in a friendly way only Papyrus can pull off. He leaves satisfied when the person's scared and promises to do better in life. He joins back up with you in the store and picks out a pretty outfit for you to try on as an excuse saying he was trying to find the perfect outfit for you.

Underfell:

Red:

You and Red were out shopping holding hands as you walked through the mall when a person breaks off from their friend group to come over and compliment you trying to start conversation. Red immediately tenses and glares at the person hoping to send a message across as his grip on your hand tightens. You politely tell the person you're already taken and they glance at Red in question before scoffing. Red snarls at them and lets out a low growl, he knows he doesn't deserve you that he's nowhere near your league but how dare this other person so blatantly announce it and try to plant seeds of doubt in your mind. The person backs up at Reds growl and rolls their eyes before walking off. Red watches them leave his eyelights drilling holes into the back of the person's head as they walk away he discreetly takes a picture of them. You gently shush him and lead him away as he continues to grumble and huff. Later on in the night he sends the picture to his brother and asks him to gather info on him to which Edge begrudgingly does. Red gets the dudes address and sneakily slips out of bed pressing a kiss to your forehead and making a pitstop at his toolbox to grab a hammer before he teleports as close as he can walking the rest of the way. Luckily (or unluckily in the person's situation) they have one of those stupid giant windows that look directly into the living room. He teleports inside and silently glares around the room before heading upstairs opening each door silently to look for their bedroom. Once he finds it he stalks inside and stands over the bed just glaring at the person for a few minutes. How DARE they even look at you, someone like this isn't worthy of even your presence. He raises the hammer and doesn't hesitates as he brings it down right on their temple claw side facing down with as much force as he can manage. There's a resounding crack and a loud scream of pain as the person wakes up disoriented, afraid, and in pain. Red growls and clambers on top of the person straddling their chest and pinning their arms down with his legs as he raises the hammer and brings it down with force again….and again….. and again…. and again… and well you get the picture. By the time Red is done there's blood and brain matter spread everywhere. On the walls, soaking his clothing (he was smart enough to change into clothes he didn't mind burning), soaked into the bedsheets and dripping on the floor…. And in the center of all that chaos Red ,still ontop of the body, chuckles his eye sockets twitching and blank as he takes in the bloody scene he just caused. His chuckles turn to manic laughter as he clambers off the body and paces around the room slightly. Luckily skeletons don't leave fingerprints or hair so really all he has to worry about is the murder weapon and clothes. He laughs himself serious and sighs as he takes in the scene again what a pain in the ass even dead this fucker is causing him problems. He doesn't bother to clean up only taking a few valuables after scrounging around to try and throw the police off (like that's gonna help with how brutal the death was ) teleporting into the woods he frequents to punch trees when he gets upset and burns his clothes and the items he can burying the ones that can't be burned. Then he teleports home and takes a nice long hot shower after he's done he puts on a pair of sweatpants and a tank before sliding into bed with you. He holds you close and pets your hair gently as he takes in your scent. He feels at peace the memories of what just happened slipping away as he falls asleep holding you.

Edge:

Edge and you were at a nice restaurant when the waiter made more than polite conversation with you while he was away from the table. Like the good little trained pet you are you immediately reported it to Edge upon him returning and he raises a brow bone as he listens to what the waiter said. What an ignorant fool flirting with you after seeing you and him together on a clear date. He chuckles softly and it sends a shiver down your spine as you watch the waiter return with the check Edge asked for. He's polite and courteous and pays before taking you home. Later on in the night he does a bit of research into the waiter who's name he remembered from his name tag. It takes forever but with the name and mental image of the person still fresh in his mind he's able to track down the person's social media accounts and from there their address and more personal information. He's not going to harm the person no, that would be a waste of his precious time and has to have so much preparation put into it. Edge is hardly threatened by the person in fact he finds the whole situation rather funny. Hilarious even that the person would dare flirt with you when it was obvious you're already the property of the Great and Terrible Edge. Edge is going to dig deep really deep and figure out all the embarrassing dirty or disgusting secrets this person has and expose them all to their friends and family anonymously as well as sending hateful, spiteful, and ignorant texts to important people in the person's life by weaponizing secrets and private information. Then he's going steal money from the person's jobs bank accounts and deposit it into the person's bank account to set them up for grand theft. Over the next few days Edge seems perfectly fine albeit on his phone and laptop more often. Unbeknownst to you he's just keeping an eye on the chaos that the person's life has descended into. Friends and family turning their backs, Losing his job, Being arrested on charges of grand theft and possible felony charges for it. Edge thinks the entire thing is hilarious and of course since you've been such a good pet recently and reported it to him immediately he rewards you with pampering and affection.

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Another reason these took so long is because I've been obsessively reading Making A Monster on ao3 and AHHHHHH hard recommend. Normally I'm not the best with named readers but this one is 😙👌MWAHH Love the plot and characterization of the boys(and lets be fr I'm a sucker for any well written reverse harem undertale fic). If you guys have any recommendations for Undertale fics I'd love to hear them! I'm always looking for more to read lol

Also! Here's Axes version!!

[thechaoticdruid]

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant]

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: I made a post a while back about Ascended Astarion meeting Spawn Astarion via multiversal timeline shenanigans and legit maybe one person shared a fic with a similar premise.

So basically I was like *puts on infinity gauntlet* “Fine, I'll do it myself.”

Content Warning// 18+ for Sexual humor and suggestive themes. I legit have not been in the fanfiction business in years so go easy on me. 

Characters might be ooc. Spelling/Grammar mistakes may be present. A wee bit of blood and violence. Gale is made fun of. Tav is based heavily off my human druid Tav, Winnie and uses She/Her pronouns.//

Possible Triggers: Ascended Astarion, kidnapping, mentioned character death, possessiveness, obsession, AA touches Tav without her consent (not sexually tho), Galeshaming. 

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Ah, the Elfsong. There was really no better place to unwind after a long day of adventuring. And there was really nothing better to help one unwind than a favorite snack, a cold drink and lovely company. Unfortunately for Tav she'd have to wait up on the company as her beloved was currently preoccupied with his nightly grooming. Gods only know how long that man will take doing his hair. The human female rolled her eyes and brought her wine bottle to her lips taking a few swigs before biting into some cheese she'd been nibbling on prior.  Tav lounged about on their shared bed wearing nothing but a black tank and red boxers. Despite the peace and relaxation she was getting pretty bored without her love to snuggle and gossip with. Tav finished off the last few bites of cheese before she pulled out the private journal she'd been keeping since this whole adventure began. Little doodles of her partner decorated the pages along with her chicken scratch handwriting. 

She had documented details of their adventure whenever she had the chance and also took the time to add various doodles of her companions and any monsters they encountered. (Some of her favorite drawings included herself opening a bottle and releasing a spectator. And of course a lovely little drawing of her and Astarion kicking the shit out of Cazador.)

As she waited Tav began to entertain herself by writing down a to-do list.  

“Ah lets see…Yep definitely gonna have to have a chat with that pompous prick who was threatening a kid the other day. Maybe I can invite him back to the tavern later? I'm sure Star wouldn't mind having a snack.” Tav hummed, scribbling down everything she had planned out as of late.

Shit I need to do:

‘Feed rich tit to boyfriend.’ 

‘Teach Shadowheart to swim.’

‘Buy Clive a best friend.’ 

‘Murder baddies.’

‘Wildshape into a pigeon and shit on Gortash's head.’

‘Buy boyfriend cute clothes.’

‘Take Gale shopping for wizardy stuff.’

‘Look into real estate in the Underdark.’

‘Take Scratch for a walk.’

‘Kill more bad people.’

‘Contemplate licking dead spider.’

‘Be screamed at by Gale for licking dead spider.’

‘Buy flowers for Karlach and Shadowheart.’

‘Buy boyfriend more cute clothes.’

‘Study wizard stuff.’

‘Help Moon Lesbians plan wedding.’

‘Research ring of the sunwalker.’

‘Piss off the Gods……Again…’

‘Remember to take Astarion on romantic beach date before fighting the Elder Brain.’

‘Unalive people of not goodness.’

‘Shave Gale’s beard while he sleeps.’

‘Continue writing smutty novel series so I can keep buying boyfriend cute clothes.’

“Tav, a word please.” Gale appeared from around the corner. Tav groaned, annoyed by the prospect of having to get up. Especially since Gale looked like he was going to scold her for something. Begrudgingly she hopped off the bed, leaving the comfort of her room to see what in the hells that damn wizard wanted. 

“What do you need, Gale? I'm kinda in the middle of writing down my to-do list.”

“Am I inclined to believe that you've been writing erotic novels that feature Astarion and I?” The wizard inquired.

“Pfft! What in the hells gave you that idea!” Tav laughed, her eyes staring off to the side nervously as she twiddled her thumbs. Gale pulled out a red leather bound book titled ‘Blood-Mage’. It was a ridiculously smutty novel about a young handsome sorcerer named Garrett Delarous who is reluctantly forced to team up with a dastardly, but world endingly beautiful Vampire Lord in order to save the world or some shit. (The book mostly focused more on smut than plot.) Amazingly the novel had made a killing after Tav had peddled it at Sharess's Caress. It seemed nearly everyone wanted a copy.  (Tav was also pretty sure she noticed Halsin was reading the book as well.)

“My series is about a renowned sorcerer and a Vampire Lord. There's a difference, Gale.” Tav crossed her arms with a huff. 

“You can't just profit off of other people's likenesses Tav! You at least need to pay them royalties!” 

“I always give half the money I earn to Astarion.” 

“I’m talking about me!”

“I think my beloved ‘gloves of power’ were more than enough payment for you.” Tav huffed before looking off to the side with a sad look.

I miss those gloves so much.

Gale sighed in annoyance, pinching the bride of his nose. He was used to Tav’s shenanigans at this point but this was just ridiculous. Not to mention while skimming through Tav's scandalous work he noticed the sorcerer was always on the bottom during intimate scenes. The audacity!

“Besides I use the money I make from this for not only myself and Astarion, but the rest of the camp as well. Adventuring ain't cheap ya know?” 

“You can at least give me a small percentage of the profits. Say thirty percent?” 

“Ten percent.” Tav said flatly.

“Twenty percent?”

“Ten percent.” Tav repeated.

“Fine.” Gale gives in, causing the shorter of the two to smirk triumphantly. Tav watched smugly as the wizard slumped off in defeat before quickly adding another note to her to-do list.

‘Give 10% of book money to the stinky wizard.’

Tav finished off her list as she felt a pair of cool arms wrap around her form from behind, her cheeks tinting light pink. “Do you really need to take five hours in the bath?”  She hummed, turning her head to meet her partner’s crimson gaze. His hair was dry and looked rather soft and silky and he was dressed in this eccentric red silk robe with fluffy black trim.

“You can't rush art, darling.” Astarion purred before nuzzling his cheek against hers. “You know if you were getting impatient you could have joined me in the tub. I would have loved the company.” He murmured huskily.

“In these tiny ass bathtubs? I'd have to sit on your lap and even then I doubt we'd have enough room to really do anything.” Tav replied, nuzzling back against him. 

“We could still try.~” The vampire cooed.

“Tempting, but the others have whined enough about our night time activities. Apparently we're noisy.” 

“Then perhaps next time I shall have to gag you won't I?” 

“Alright! I'm ending this conversation here!” Tav said quickly, face burning up at his teasing. 

“Besides, I’ll need some sleep for tomorrow. Gortash won't kill himself, unfortunately.” Tav said with a yawn.

“Really? Now? I was hoping you'd at least cuddle with me before bed.” Astarion pouted.

“Oh you poor thing. Fine, we can cuddle till I fall asleep. Cutie.” The human female smiled sweetly before planting a kiss on her lover's cheek, receiving a content hum in response. Tav turned to pull away from the elf's embrace before suddenly feeling herself be scooped up and tossed over his shoulder.

“Hey! What did I say about picking me up!?” She whined, squirming a bit as she hung over his shoulder. “I don't like being manhandled!”

“But you're so adorable like this.~” Astarion teased, his hand gripping her ass as he carried over to the bed. Despite Tav’s complaints she did little else in protest besides pout and blush as she was whisked away. The two of them soon settled on the bed, Tav immediately nuzzling into Astarion's chest and relaxing. Astarion’s clawed fingernails found their way into her messy locks, caressing and running through them as the two snuggled together. His skin was cold to the touch, but honestly Tav actually liked it. It kinda reminded her of the cool side of her pillow. Even though there was the constant threat of death around every corner the two of them were still able to cherish their time together, and hopefully now that Astarion had been freed of his master they would continue to do so.

 There was still the tiny issue of an evil alien brain thing that could turn them into soulless squid monsters, but they'd be able to take care of that sooner or later. A part of Tav wanted to put it off as selfish and dangerous as it could be. Because as soon as they destroyed the brain, they'd destroy the only protection Astarion had against the sun. Tav wasn't about to give up on finding a way for her love to enjoy the sun, but for now she'd at least make the time he has left in it special. 

“Star….” Tav murmured aloud, her head tilting upwards to meet her partner's eyes.

“Yes dear?” He hummed.

“You know there's actually something I've been meaning to talk to you about. We've been together for a while now and well…we haven't actually had a real date….I mean I guess it's understandable considering we have to save the world and shit, but I was thinking maybe if there's time we could do something together....”  Tav bit down on her lip as she sat up on the bed. She felt nervous all of a sudden, not used to asking for stuff like this. Astarion had always been the one to initiate most of their romantic activities. The best Tav could do was a kiss on the cheek or a hug and even that had taken a while for her to get comfortable with. 

“What about all our little late night trysts? Do those not count as dates?” Astarion raised an eyebrow though his tone was playful.

“Ehh…well…rolling around in the dirt in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly what I'd call a date.” Tav said awkwardly, earning a chuckle from her vampire. 

“I suppose you're right. We've never really had any bonding time without you being pinned underneath me.” He joked before quickly clearing his throat and finally trying to be serious. “What do you have in mind, darling?”

“I just want to take you out somewhere…We could go out to eat or just walk in the park….” The human female twiddled her thumbs as she trailed off, feeling butterflies in her stomach. “I'd be up for anything really as long as I'm with you.” 

“I…would like that very much, my love.” Astarion cupped her cheek, his eyes soft and full of affection.  He pulled her into a sweet chaste kiss, allowing her to return it before she pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

Thudd!

Tav quickly pulled back from Astarion's embrace as she heard a noise. She looked around frantically for the sound.

“Tav? Is something wrong?” Astarion asked.

“I just heard something…” She said before suddenly her eyes landed at the window near their bed.  On the opposite side of the window seat a small white bat could be seen looking through the glass. Its little red eyes stared at the human with an intense gaze. “It's a bat.” Tav pointed towards the window. Astarion looked over at the little creature before internally groaning.

 No. She better not even think about it!  

The bat blinked, looking at Tav a few times before curling its left wing against its body. 

“I think its wing is injured!” Tav exclaimed with concern.

“Ugh leave it! We've taken in enough stray beasts!” Astarion scoffed, but Tav immediately ignored him, rushing over to the window. 

“Tav! Don't! It probably has some horrible disease or something!”

Tav quickly opened the window, her eyes going soft as she looked down at the small animal. She moved to scoop it up into her arms but before she could the bat simply fell back. 

“Shit!” She shouted. 

“Thank the gods, it's dead. Now come back to bed, darling.” Astarion said, patting the spot besides him. Tav just glared at him silently before suddenly she wildshaped into a raven and flew out the window.

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While Tav didn't preach about nature 24/7 like Halsin did she was still just as much of a druid as he was and couldn't bear to stay by while an injured animal was in need. (Much to her lover's dismay.)  She'd flown out the window of their room and circled around looking for the little bat. 

There was no sign of the winged beast anywhere near the elfsong, but at least that was a sign it likely hadn't fallen to its death. Tav kept searching, eventually straying further from the tavern until she was forced to land and give her wings a breather, returning back to her human form.  

“Dammit it's so dark I can't tell where I am. Everything looks different at night.” Her eyes strained as she struggled to make out any familiarity. Despite having lived in Baldur's Gate for about ten years Tav had always made it a point not to roam about at night. Her lack of dark vision made night time prowling even more dangerous, especially in this city.

She decided to reserve her strength instead of wild-shaping again. From what she could make out in the dark she'd found herself in one of the back alleys. Tav kept stumbling around in the dark for a while until at last she began to consider heading back. The bat likely wasn't dead since she had seen no hair or hide of it and she really wasn't in the mood to find herself in trouble. It constantly seemed to follow Tav these days it seemed. Last time she wandered around the city by herself she got into a fist fight with some stuck up noble lady who had referred to her as ‘a fat ugly little boy’. (The others were not happy about sneaking her out of prison that day.)

Just as Tav was about to assume the form of a beast fit for the night she noticed some light up ahead. The graveyard had been illuminated by a couple of lanterns. Tav approached hoping it would help her map out her way back if she just remembered how to get to the Elfsong from there. However as soon as she got close to the light someone was waiting for her. 

“Astarion?” Tav called out as her silver haired lover stepped out of the darkness. She expected nagging, and complaining about having to come out here looking for her, but instead Astarion just stared at her intensely as if studying every detail of her face. “Are you okay?” She asked with concern. Something was very strange about this. Astarion being quiet for long was never a good sign. Tav scanned him over, almost immediately noting his elegant attire. A black and red suit with silver bats embroidered on it. Odd. Tav had never seen him wear this outfit before. And he was always quick to show off any new clothes to her, seeking her praise. Astarion moved towards her quickly and out of nowhere pulled her into a crushing hug. 

“Yes of course. I was just worried about you, my sweet.” His grip on her was almost uncomfortably tight, as if he was holding onto her for dear life. 

“I haven't been gone that long….” Tav stiffened. There was an abnormal warmth to his body. Sure he was able to raise his temperature after feeding, but there was hardly a decent supply of beasties for him to nibble on in this city, not to mention he would have had to have found one pretty damn fast before seeking her out.  

“You’ve always been such a brave little thing, haven't you?” He let out a chuckle, his grip on her didn’t falter. His tone didn't seem threatening, but one thing for sure set off an alarm in her.

Thump-thump. 

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Tav immediately ripped herself away from him and took a few steps back, her eyes glaring daggers.  “Who the hells are you?” She snapped. 

“Whatever, ever do you mean, pet?” His voice was full of false innocence, it reminded her a lot of how Astarion would often speak whenever accusations were hurled at him, but this person was definitely not her lover. 

Tav’s first instinct was to assume he'd probably been one of the shape-changers they'd been attacked by in the past, but there was this gnawing gut feeling that this time was different. 

“Drop the act. I've already met enough shit heads running around wearing someone else's face. Who are you really?”

“I’m Astarion. Really dear, I'm disappointed you have so little faith in me that you'd think I'd allow some lowly shape-changers near you.” He took a few steps forward. 

“Stay away from me…” Tav growled out through gritted teeth. Damnit. She didn't have any weapons and was literally in her sleepwear. 

“You seem tired, love. Perhaps we should head back so you can get some rest?” He extended his hand towards her.  Tav was about to say something else before suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere, nearly hitting the Astarion look alike in the shoulder. He was able to dodge just in the nick of time.  Tav gasped in surprise before quickly turning back to see another…. Astarion?

The two looked identical aside from their clothing. The imposter was wearing his elegant suit and the other one (whom Tav hoped to the gods was actually him) was wearing a familiar red and black doublet. 

“Hells teeth.” Astarion spoke up as he looked over at the two.  Tav immediately sniffed air around the second Astarion. The tiniest whiff of death hit her senses and immediately she ran over to him. 

“Star!” Tav was by his side in an instant. His arm quickly looped around her hip protectively before he scanned over her face. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, receiving a nod in response.  Astarion then looked over towards his look alike. “My, aren't you just beautiful? I must admit I'm quite flattered you chose to imitate me.” 

“Is that what you think of me? I'm hurt.” The other vampire laughed. “I am no mere imitation. I am you…..well a better you.” 

“You're not making any sense!” Tav hissed, her jaw clenching as she suppressed the urge to let out an animal-like growl.  

“Allow me to shed some light on it then. I come from a reality where instead of choosing to remain weak and pathetic we became who we always wanted to be.”  Tav's eyes widened at the revelation, though she was still debating whether or not to believe all this madness. Of course she'd been to hells, the shadowfell and even fought a god so maybe this wasn't too far fetched.

“The Vampire Ascendant.”

“If you're telling the truth then why are you here? You have everything you want don't you?” The vampire spawn quirked an eyebrow. Meanwhile the Ascendant’s face suddenly turned cold. He almost looked sad. 

“I did. Wealth, power, pleasure, everything I could ever dream of. I was on the cusp of dominating the entirety of the sword coast. Everything was mine. But none of it mattered without the one thing I cherished most. My beloved consort. My Tav.” His eyes suddenly locked into the human female. She felt small, cornered, like a rat caught between a cat’s paws. “He was taken from me…” 

Tav stiffened, taking a step back. She really did not like where this was going. Her lover kept a gentle hold on her, staying between her and the other vampire.

“And now you're here to take my Tav I presume?” Astarion scoffed, “you obviously didn't care very much about yours then if you're already looking for a replacement.” 

“HE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!” Before Tav could think her lover was knocked off his feet. A punch had come at him faster than he could react. The Ascendant stood over him, shaking with anger. Tav moved over towards the vampire spawn as quickly as she could, checking him out. He seemed alright, albeit a little winded, possibly bruised. Astarion huffed, getting back to his feet. Tav was quick to cast cure wounds on him to help perk him back up.  

The Ascendant took in a breath, regaining his composure. While the spawn swiftly tossed Tav a spare dagger from his pack. A fight was likely inevitable now. 

“I’ve searched across thousands of timelines. None of these pathetic excuses for adventurers came even close to my beloved. That is…until I found you of course…” The vampire lord pointed a clawed finger at the druid.  “You're the only one who resembles him in the slightest, albeit you are a bit more…voluptuous than he was.” He chuckled a bit. 

“Okay hold on a minute! You can't just come here and take someone else’s Tav because you lost yours!” Tav pointed her dagger shakily towards him.

“My dear, I don't think you understand. I am the Vampire Ascendant. I can take whatever I want!”

“I don't care if you're the fucking god of gnomes I'm not going anywhere with you. I have my own Astarion.” Tav gripped the blade tightly while her free hand prepared to cast a spell.

“I had hoped you'd come quietly, but it seems we'll have to do this the hard way.” With a flash of pink light Tav was hit with a sleeping spell and fell to the ground unconscious. Her dagger dropped to the ground with a clatter. The spawn was quick to move in front of Tav taking out his rapier and aiming a swipe at the other vampire. 

The Ascendant stepped back just as the thin slender blade nicked a cut across his attire, just barely missing his flesh. The spawn took another swing at him, nicking his side and gaining a kick to the ribs in return. The spawn huffed, quickly recovering before moving in for another attack.

However the Ascendant’s clawed hand struck first, slashing through the armor surrounding the Astarion's shoulder and slicing his flesh. The spawn cried out and gripped his arm as his counterpart smirked smugly, bringing his finger up to his lips and basically tasting his own blood. 

“Mmm…Delicious.~” He purred. The Ascendant’s crimson eyes trailed over towards Tav before beginning to glow red. “To me, now.” He said as if issuing a command to unseen soldiers.

Within seconds two oddly familiar figures appeared out of mist. A sickly pale looking Halsin and Shadowheart, both with glowing red orbs for eyes.  

“Gods below. You've turned your own friends into spawn!?” Astarion gasped, his face full of disgust. 

“Eh…I wouldn't exactly call them friends…. Though they are much more compliant this way.” The vampire lord replied with a toothy grin. The spawn felt sick to his stomach. To think he could have ended up this way.  

“Take care of my inferior self, would you darlings? I have places to be…” The Ascendant gave a small wave before quickly scooping the unconscious Tav up in his arms. 

“Yes master.” The undead Shadowheart and Halsin replied, a bright red light shone around their bodies as they were compelled to attack. 

“Farewell beautiful.” The vampire lord gave his spawn self a wink before quickly vanishing into mist, taking Tav along with him.

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“Astarion….” Tav muttered tossing and turning in her sleep as she slowly began to come to. She shot up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding.

“Ugh…That was a terrible dream. Star you wouldn't believe…” Tav went silent as her eyes scanned her surroundings. It in fact was not a dream. 

“Oh gods damnit.” She huffed.

 Tav was in a large elegant looking bedroom, lying upon a purple queen size bed adorned with fine silk sheets. Maroon red walls surrounded her and were decorated nicely by paintings and other fine wall decor.  The first thing the druid noticed after taking in her surroundings was the pressure around her neck. Her hands quickly reached for her throat feeling what seemed like a tight choker of some kind. She quickly hopped off the bed and looked into the mirror of a nearby vanity that sat west of the bed. “Fucking hells.” She breathed out as her eyes laid upon a black and red collar adorning her neck. There was this unnerving glow surrounding the collar. Most likely some kind of magic was placed on it. Quickly she curled her fingers preparing to use a spell in order to tear this damn thing off of her, but nothing happened. 

This thing must be silencing my casting somehow.

Tav for a moment before forming an idea. She could probably wildshape into something small and squeeze out. Maybe. The druid sighed before getting on all fours preparing to transform into a rat. She let out a grunt, but nothing happened. 

“Oh fuck you!” She shouted before rolling and desperately trying to yank the collar off.

 Tav growled and pulled on the neck piece, yanking as hard as she could, resorting to gnawing on it. 

Knock knock.

The druid immediately ceased her actions at the sound of the door. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of it being that so-called ‘Vampire Ascendant’ again.  Her eyes flickered around the room before she took hold of a candle stick and stood next to the door, back pressed against the wall. 

The door creaked open and a small figure walked inside. Tav prepared herself to strike down whoever had entered, but froze upon seeing the person. It was a small blonde haired half-elf woman, dressed in a house keeper's attire. 

Tav quickly looked into her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as she noticed they were blue. She set the candlestick down on the vanity and looked at the half-elf curiously. “Who are you?” She asked.

“My name is Abigail, milady. The master sent me to help you get dressed and make sure you come see him.” The small woman piped up in a small soft voice.  Abigail was petite and quite short, probably about an inch or two shorter than Tav was, though the druid estimated the half elf was probably around the same age as she was…well physically anyway. With elves you could really never tell. 

“And exactly where am I?” Tav crossed her arms. 

“The Crimson palace milady. My lord has taken up residence here while he stays in your realm.” Abigail replied before scurrying across the room, towards a closet. “It'd be best not to keep him waiting, my lady.” The half-elf rummaged around through the closet before taking a couple of different outfits to choose from and spreading them out over the bed. “My apologies if you'd prefer a dress, but this is all we could bring with us from our world.” 

Tav blushed a bit in embarrassment as she realized she was still only wearing a tank and boxers. She looked over at the bed and took note of the three suits that laid out in front of her. 

“These belonged to Master Tav. Master Astarion said they'd likely fit you, my lady.” 

“Now hold on, I have questions! How did you all get here, and what is this thing!?” Tav demanded as she tugged on her collar once again.

“I'm sorry I can say no more. Please miss, just get dressed.” Abigail pleaded,a hint of fear was in her tone. Tav was hesitant, but begrudgingly she slipped off her tank before sliding into one of the suits, a red one that felt a little snug on her, but actually not by much. The only issue being that she couldn't get the top three buttons of the white undershirt that went with it to button.  It left her cleavage slightly exposed. Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Okay, I'm ready.” She said, Abigail nodded and began to lead the druid out of the room. 

Perhaps this was her chance? She could make a break for it on their way out! Tav braced herself to bolt only to be met with a shockingly familiar face as she exited the room. Lae'zel.  Or well a vampire spawn that looked completely identical to her githyanki companion aside from a pair of glowing red. 

“Dear gods, Lae'zel, what happened to you? Did Astarion do this?” Tav gasped in shock. 

 “She's not your Lae'zel, milady.” Abigail spoke up.

“I was told to make sure the master’s new pet came quietly, not to answer questions.” Lae’zel simply replied.

“Come on, let's go.” Abigail took hold of Tav’s arm, giving her a gentle smile before tugging her along. Lae'zel quietly followed, a seemingly permanent scowl on her face as she watched Tav's every move, almost daring her to run for it.

The three walked down a long corridor for what seemed like hours. The sound of footsteps along with her own heartbeat seemed to be the only thing Tav could process as a gnawing anxiety set in. Her chest tightened, her throat felt dry and she could feel this nervous pain dancing across her spine. She wasn't sure why but something about this other Astarion scared her. This Vampire Ascendant.  She had never been afraid of her beloved spawn, hells she wasn't even afraid of Cazador or any other vampire she had come across on their journey, but something about her lover's counterpart made her skin crawl. 

“Well aren't you just precious?” A seductive pur tore Tav from her thoughts, forcing her to look up and realize she'd been dragged out into the ballroom. It definitely was a lot cleaner than the past time she'd been here. All the blood and wolf corpses had been dealt with.  Just how long has this other Astarion been here?  He couldn't have just started squatting here, found and kidnapped Tav, and had time to clean everything up on the same day!  The Vampire Ascendant sat upon Cazador’s old throne, looking down at Tav. His eyes trailing over her.

Tav took a deep breath before clearing her throat and trying to appear confident.

“Where is Astarion? And I mean my Astarion.” 

“You needn’t concern yourself with him any longer. You're mine now and I will give you so much more than he ever could.~” The Vampire Lord stood up and stepped towards Tav slowly. 

“I’m not your Tav. I can never be him.” The druid backed up a little, however with Lae’zel’s presence behind her she didn't have much room to retreat. She wasn't sure if reasoning with this alternate version of her lover was possible, but it was worth a shot if nothing else. However instead of listening he swiftly took her hands in his. 

“No need to be modest, my pet, you're practically like him in every way. You have his eyes, his face, the same little quirks and ticks. Granted, you're built a little different anatomically, but that's not something that ever deterred me.” Astarion moved in closer, briefly pressing his lips against her knuckles. “And now that I've found you, nothing will ever part us. Not again.” Before Tav could speak she was pulled in for another tight hug. She squirmed a bit, conflicted feelings of pity and fear were arguing back and forth in her mind as she felt him nuzzling his face into her neck. He was clearly dangerous, but he also seemed heartbroken.  He wanted anyway to have his lover back so badly he crossed time itself to see them again. Or at least someone who resembled them. 

But Tav knew deep down she wouldn't be enough to fill the void left by her counterpart. Gods, she hoped there would be a happy ending to all of this.

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A little note from ChaoticDruid: I really hope it didn't suck! I haven't published a fanfic in so long >~<  This idea had just been swimming around in my brain forever I just had to get it out!  I got the idea from the PS5 launch party animation and seeing Launch Astarion and EA Astarion flirting just made me go okay but what if it was Ascended Astarion and Spawn Astarion?

I don't know if I will continue it. I have other things I wanna write and my ADD makes this stuff so freaking hard. But maybe maybe not 🤞🤞 

Part 2: LETS GOOOOOOO

[yanderes-galore]

For one piece request what about platonic shank with his daughter, that was obsessed by the whole pirate world because of her beauty now shank has to keep an eye on her so she doesn't get kidnapped

What a strange... predicament to be in.

Yandere! Platonic! Shanks with Daughter! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Isolation, Attempted kidnapping mentioned, Dubious companionship.

Honestly, I just pity you in this situation.

Any plans or dreams of having a normal life are shattered due to your charm.

You're well known in the pirate world... but not for the reasons you wish.

Many know you for being part of the Red Haired Pirates.

You're the daughter of Shanks, yet...

Many, unfortunately, know you for how pretty you are.

Being the daughter of an Emperor of the Sea already makes you quite the target.

Being pretty makes you an even bigger target.

After all, imagine the power someone would be given if they married the daughter of Shanks?

Safe to say, most of your life has been under the protection of your father's crew.

Shanks knows he isn't the best father at times... Yet he tries to do what he feels is right.

You're just so damn... vulnerable in this pirate world.

Shanks doesn't like how you're practically targeted by everyone.

Maybe he adopted you when you were older?

He didn't take you in just because you're pretty.

In fact he probably did it because he felt bad you were targeted by people like, oh I don't know...

Other Emperors or even Warlords?

Then of course he doesn't like how Marines target you too.

Even less so when you officially join Shanks' crew.

Shanks being an overprotective helicopter parent is understandable in this situation.

You're like Boa Hancock and sometimes Shanks wonders if you came from the same island....

The red haired pirates and many who are associated with them usually leave you be or protect you.

Anyone else... tends to be a threat.

I don't imagine you make many friends due to how the world ends up forcing your father to act.

You're both big targets due to status and Shanks constantly has to deal with people trying to be your suitor.

Shanks sees you as his sweet little girl... even if he adopted you as a teen.

He has such an intimidating aura when others try to talk to you.

You could be trying to have an innocent conversation with someone only for Shanks to be nearby... Haki practically radiating off him.

If Shanks' mere presence doesn't drive someone off and they seem to be a threat, he'll remove them by force.

He's even hesitant about friends unless they've shown they're an ally of Shanks.

He even trusts Luffy to a degree around you because... well... he knows Luffy wouldn't harm you.

The rest of the Straw Hats? Ehhh....

Shanks is used to people making moves against him.

Poor you no doubt has trauma due to past abduction attempts.

Be that for ransom, marriage, whatever...

You'd probably be too scared to leave your father's side, much to his relief.

After all, he was the one who saved you.

As long as you're by his side... You feel safe.

It's ironic as normally one would not feel safe around a yandere.

Yet when the entire pirate world wants you for one reason or another... you need someone to be there for you.

Shanks offered to be that help... Now he doesn't have to worry about abducting you because you trust him.

You need him...

How could he not help his beloved daughter?

It's unsurprising that Shanks murders for you.

After all... Pirates will not leave after a stern talking to.

Shanks already has to deal with other Emperors trying to get you for forced alliances or genuine desire....

It's safe to say he'll turn to bloodshed at times despite being a pacifist most of the time.

After all, if he doesn't show he can back up his bark with a bite...

No one will leave you alone.

It's scary to see Shanks covered in blood.

Yet afterwards he's always by your side, putting down his sword while he checks you over.

He always sees if you're okay, apologizing for what he had to do before ushering you back to your own room.

He loves you... but he also has to show the world he isn't an Emperor to be messed with.

He doesn't want you to be a bride of Kaido or married off to one of Big Mom's kids... or even worse be near Blackbeard...

Let alone be a marine pet....

Shanks wants you to be happy.

To make you happy, he needs to protect you.

You don't seem bothered to be on the ship all day as long as Shanks takes you places....

Not only that, but you believe every word he says.

Shanks promises keeping you in isolation is to protect you...

He'll try to limit his bloodshed, but sometimes it's necessary.

Shanks will do anything for his precious little girl...

Even if it means a bit of blood to keep the world away from you.

[autism-criminal]

Don’t You Dare Lay A Finger On My Son

summary: after completing a job, Jango returns to his ship to find his son missing. already tired, and incredibly angry that someone would dare attempt to harm his son (and mad at himself for not taking more precautions to protect Boba), Jango hunts down the man who kidnapped his son to… put him in his place.

warnings: boba gets kidnapped and is briefly put in danger, gun violence, death, brief swearing, Jango panics a little bit in the beginning

notes: this may be kinda cringe but idc . also 889 words in like 3 hours … I am a force to be reckoned with 💪

A muffled gunshot rang out through the silent city. Jango sighed and holstered his gun, taking off his helmet, his hair sticking to his forehead from the humidity of the planet’s atmosphere.

He looked back, towards his ship. The door was open. He’d told Boba not to open the door; maybe the ship was too cold?

Jango narrowed his eyes. Boba wouldn’t do that. Jango walked towards the ship, though he quickly broke into a sprint.

Shit, shit, shit.

His boots clanked heavily on the metal floor of the ship as he ran inside.

“Boba!” Jango called, his voice echoing slightly as he checked every compartment. His son was nowhere to be found.

He swore under his breath, falling against the wall. He let out a long ragged breath, then stood and put on his helmet. He wasn’t going to mourn the loss of a son that wasn’t dead yet.

Jango took a deep breath, slowly scanning the ship for any sign that a kidnapper would leave like a letter or a code.

His gaze fell on the table. Neatly placed on top of a stack of Boba’s drawings was a note. The handwriting was rushed and messy.

‘Stardust Hotel roof. 17,024 credits.’

Jango leaned closer, a bit confused. An oddly specific number.

‘Come soon if you want to see your son.’

Jango crumpled the paper in his hands and tossed it in the air, blasting it into burning paper confetti before it could hit the ground.

He left the ship, scanning the buildings surrounding him. It took him a moment to spot the Stardust Hotel. It was shabby, run-down, like everything in this district. Within walking distance, as well.

Jango carefully checked his blaster, shooting at the ground to make sure it worked properly. If he found the person who stole his son, he was going to make them hurt for it.

He kept his eyes trained on the hotel roof — so far, he couldn’t see anything (or anyone) — as he approached the dilapidated hotel.

A Twi’lek sitting at a desk near the door tried to speak to him, but Jango walked past them, kicking the stairway door open and already unclasping the buckles on his holsters.

As Jango approached the small roof, he saw Boba, and behind him, a… man in his early twenties. Jango scoffed. An amateur, looking to make some easy credits. The man’s youth didn’t garner any sympathy.

“Give me the money!” the man yelled, a shaking blaster pressed to Boba’s temple.

Any sympathy that the man’s shaking voice and hesitancy could have possibly gained was lost as Jango’s eyes fell upon those of his son. Boba was crying.

“Get your hands off of my son,” Jango said simply, walking closer to the man.

“Hand over the credits first,” the man demanded, his voice stabilizing as he pressed the gun against Boba’s forehead, though his expression betrayed some fear. “I’ll shoot.”

“So will I.”

“For God’s sake, just give me the money!”

The man’s finger tightened around the trigger. Jango’s demeanor didn’t change.

“Fine,” he sighed, stepping closer. He put a hand on Boba’s shoulder, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb.

Jango looked back at the man.

“Boba, get behind me,” Jango said quietly, in Huttese. The boy looked up at his father, brows still creased.

“Now.”

Boba quickly jerked out of the young man’s grip, as his father raised his leg and kicked the wannabe bounty hunter square in the chest, pushing him to the ground, his foot pressed against the man’s ribcage.

“Were you hired by anyone?” Jango asked, looking down at the man, his burning glare felt through the visor.

“No,” the man said quickly. “No, no, I just need the credits, I—”

“How did you find me?”

“I got lucky,” the man stuttered, his voice growing hoarse. “I saw your ship come in and saw an opportunity.”

Jango nodded, pressing down on the man’s chest again before he stepped to the side, pushing the man once more for good measure.

“One more thing.”

The man nodded, his eyes wide with fear.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, “lay a finger on my son ever again.”

“I- I won’t,” said the shaking man, nodding once more, his lips quivering as he smiled nervously and looked up at Jango.

Jango knelt down, taking off his helmet. His usual calm smile was gone, replaced by a cold expression.

“I know you won’t.”

He stood.

“Let’s go home, Boba.”

Jango turned back to look at the man. He offered a small, reassuring smile; then unholstered his gun. A muffled gunshot rang out through the silent city.

Epilogue

Jango gently pushed Boba’s hair away from his face to analyze the bruise forming on Boba’s forehead. Jango opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt closed.

“Oh, Boba,” Jango whispered, pulling his son into a hug. “I was so worried. You- You did so well. Not panicking, keeping calm. Just like I taught you.”

He let go, leaning back to look at Boba.

“I just couldn’t imagine—”

Jango’s voice broke, his eyes burning with tears. He wrapped his arms around Boba once more.

“I love you so much, son.”

“I know,” Boba said, his tone playfully annoyed. He sniffled, tightly hugging his father.

“I… I love you too, dad.”

[rosedforbes]

Hello! How are you? Saw that you’re a KC fan and I wanted to ask, are you on ao3 or ffnet? If not, can you suggest any good KC authors with their stories?

hiii anon!!

I am on Ao3, but no as a writer 🥲 However, I do MANY recs (they're all third person povs!):

THE WOLF I, II, III [incomplete]

When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined. [It's The Originals Season 1, but Caroline is a witch and she's pregnant with Klaus' child. That's it.]

Take the originals, throw away most of the things you hate about it, and put Caroline in it. Results: the best spin-off for TVDU! Honestly, I'm the biggest pregnancy plot hater, both in fan fiction and canon, but this... This is everything.

Yokan [ @galvanizedfriend ] did, and is still doing, a terric job. Grammar is near impeccable, the PoV's are more in-character than TO itself, and, unlike the tv show, this story actually brings LOGICAL explanations to everything that happens. How characters think, why they do what they do, why they say what they. It's A LONG ONE, but so worth it. The author is one of the nicest people in this fandom, and I genuinely wish her the best.

It's actually a rewrite of the four seasons!! first three are published separately, but the fourth one is posted alongside the third!! there are still 10 (or less, not sure) chapter missing, but don't let that stop you from enjoying one of the best fiction out there.

Overall, everything by Yokan is a masterpiece, so you should give a general view at her Ao3 page, too!

BENEATH THE SKIN [complete]

“He could still remember those sunsets if he tried hard enough. And here it was, mirrored in a young angel’s wings.” Klaus is an Archangel whose pursuit of power is unmatched. Caroline is the only person that might be able to save his sanity.

I linked the Ao3 page, but I actually read this on FF.net!

a pure work of Art. I'm not one to cry over fictional stuff, but this work had me crying and sobbing at 3 am last summer. It shattered my heart and put it back together 300 times. It's mostly from Caroline's point of view, grammar is majestic and every chapter is addicting.

Even though it's about Archangels, it's not necessarily religious, so, if you're like me and despise anything related to religion, this is still worth your time!! it's full of angst, BUT it has a bit of comfort and a happy ending. There are some lines that genuinely made me question if this was actually a fanfiction and not a novel.

ALL I WANTED [complete]

In which I vaguely follow TVD canon and write the soulmate/werewolf mating AU which absolutely no one asked for.

OR

The one in which Klaus finds his soulmate, gets bitten, hides his mating mark from her and waits for the day she'll let him give her one back. Fluffy, mildly angsty slow burn with possible super hot hybrid smut in later chapters.

*Nominated for a KC Award in the Best Smut Multi-Chapter category*

WHEN I TELL YOU THIS IS PURE FIRE, I MEAN IT. I always found it funny how Klaus spent centuries to trigger his wolf side, just to never come in contact with it. But here, here his wolf is very much present, and sometimes even smarter than his human/vampire side.

If you enjoy possessive, protective, soul crushing!klaroline as much as I do, then this is for you! Fun and Drama walk alongside through the story, followed once again by lines that makes you re-read the link multiple times, just to be sure this is still a fan story and not an actual book.

Also, that award is 100% deserved, trust me.

RED PASSION [complete]

"It was supposed to be a one-time thing, a mistake. But, to vampires, life is blood and blood binds."

More soulmates/mates fictions, Yay!

This fanfiction gives you such a deep insight of Klaus and Caroline's pov, you almost feel it in your own mind. Denial? here. Angst? Here. Comfort? Here. Comical factor? Here. Drama Factor? Here. Heart breaking quotes that makes you bawl like a baby? Here!

Once again, we see a very interesting and active part of Klaus' wolf side (even tho he doesn't actually turn, from what I remember). ALSO! Kol being a little shit aka the best youngest-brother interpretation 🥹 very important factor imo!

SEASONS [complete]

The Princess and the King have a deal: any suitors who wish to win her hand in marriage must first successfully steal the moonstone from the Hybrid.

The Hybrid is growing tired of killing all these would-be burglars.

LUIZA [ @definedareasofuncertainty ] REALLY HAD MY HEART IN HER HANDS WITH THIS ONE. It's otherworldly, literally.

Once again, Angelic!Klaroline, but give it a twist! One thing about these idiots is that it takes them 4 seasons of denial to admit that they're in love with each other. Every chapter has such a deep insight into their minds, making you see a clear path of change and a mix of emotions on both ends that make you feel overwhelmed in the best way possible.

you should check Luiza's Ao3 page because it's a goldmine! she always put such an emotional atmosphere in her stories, the type of thing that makes you look away for a second because you have to catch a breath, almost like you are part of the story.

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now, I actually have tons of other recs, but I don't want to overwhelm you with a never-ending list 🥲 If you do want more, you should check my #PIQ ! i write down my favourite lines from klaroline fanfiction, and they're linked to the titles!!!

I hope i was helpful! Have a good one <3

[everlasting-rainfall]

Hi Rainfall how are you?😊 I hope that you're doing well. This is my first request i hope you don't mind answering Can you please do a scenario of yandere Sabo falling in love with a member of the strawhat pirates please? And you're always welcome to add nsfw and please Keep up the nice writing and stay hydrated 😊

Sure! I’ll do my best and since you told me to stay hydrated, I’m gonna take a big gulp of water right now! This one is probably going to be quite short though as I’ve never been quite good at writing canon

Sincerest of apologies and I certainly do hope that you still enjoy it regardless! Now then…

Let’s get into it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

A Yandere Fighting his Urges, Masturbation, Delusions, Celestial Dragon Mention, Sexual Fantasies, Anger, Kidnapping

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So honestly I can imagine that you might have potentially encountered Sabo during the time skip like let’s say that you wound up encountering him for a little while during those two years

Maybe he saved you like you were in trouble with the Marines due to your wanted poster and Sabo noticing that you were running for your life decided to pull you into his hiding place out of sight as he was running too

Of course you were probably freaking out a little when he suddenly grabbed you but he kept you quiet and held you with your back against his chest until the coast was clear which is when he finally let go

Once you realized that you had been saved and had not in fact wound up in a worse scenario, that’s when you took a lot of deep breaths to calm yourself before you thanked him

It was after that is when he said that the two of you should stick together until you can get off this island as it was gonna be a while with how the Marines had locked the place down and despite everything. You knew trying to leave was a bad idea right now

During the time that the two of you spent waiting, you found out a lot about each other. He was a revolutionary that had been sent to this island on a mission, you were a pirate who had been separated from your crew

Honestly the two of you became quite close and eventually when the Marines calmed down thinking you both must be long gone. That’s when the two of you tried to leave only for Sabo to offer you to join the revolutionary army

You would make for a pretty good member after all and Sabo even offered to personally teach you everything that you needed to know

He was almost a little too insistent about it even when you said “I couldn’t just abandon my crew”. After a while though, you put your foot down and told him that you were going to find your crew and get back to them as nice as his offer was

Part of Sabo honestly felt the urge to just grab you and forcefully take you with him as how could a life on the seas possibly be better than fighting for what was truly right?

But nonetheless he held himself back for now and the two of you went your separate ways…

However as soon as he was away from your side and returning back to the others, he found that he simply couldn’t stop thinking about you as there was always a little bit of his mind that was thinking about you

It started off as him simply imagining what would have happened if you said yes and what you’re doing now then it progressed into forgetting that you weren’t here with him and occasionally slipping up like “I don’t know… What do you think, Y/N?”

Weirded the shit out of whoever he was talking to but regardless, he soon starts to imagine a complete life for the two of you in the world that the revolutionary army would bring about

He imagined living with you and letting you know just how much he loved you just about every single day, he wouldn’t have to worry about coming home and finding you missing or worse because some Celestial Dragon thought you were cute

There would be no need to fear that at all and even if there were still some fears in the world, he could protect you… He could protect you and any children that the two of you might have together

And as he thought about these scenarios in his head, he began to think to himself as the two of you were so close back on that island together… You knew so much about each other and not only that but some of your actions as well

You allowed him to sleep on the bed of the little inn room that you both managed to get instead of sleeping on the floor, you hugged him just a bit longer than you should have that one time, you even shared quite a few personal details with him that you probably haven’t told anyone else

Could it be that you felt the same way about him? Yeah, yeah! Of course you did, there’s absolutely no other explanation in his mind!

He just has to find you now and take you back with him when the time is right, he’ll tell you about how he feels the exact same way that you do and you’ll leap into his arms like it’s some kind of fairy tale! You’ll tell him that you’re so happy he realized and kiss him

These fantasies are truly some of the best things that he could ever think of and in all honesty, he even starts to dream about you sitting in his lap and riding him as you cry out that you’re so happy that you get to do this finally as you’ve wanted to do this since you’ve met him

Of course he usually has to take care of himself after these dreams which usually results in him moaning out your name as he rubs his cock to the visual of you bouncing on him or taking him into your mouth like a good girl

God, he needs to find you… He can’t wait for this any longer…

So Dressrosa winds up happening and of course you’re part of Luffy’s crew so as much as he would like to confess his feelings to you and steal you away, he’s sure that Luffy would never allow it plus he just can’t find the right moment to tell you how he feels

And due to this, he becomes more and more frustrated as sure the city is in absolute chaos and is about to be destroyed but he would just like at least ten seconds where shit isn’t going to hell so he can at least kiss you or say “I love you!” or something!

Even when the chaos is over, he still can’t find the correct moment and this man is very close to just coming up behind you and stealing you away

But as he’s coming up behind you planning to grab you from behind when it seems like you’re all alone, he’s just about to touch you when you suddenly turn around and say that you’ve been looking for him with a smile on your face

He thinks that you’re about to confess first and his heart is pounding in his chest as he’s so excited only for you to thank him so much for everything that he’s done before entering a conversation with him

You eventually let it slip that you have a bit of a crush on your captain and you can practically hear the cracking noise coming from Sabo before someone calls you away and you say that it was nice to see him again before leaving

Sabo is probably standing there just frozen and watching you go

So many things in his head are telling him to go after you to grab you and kiss you senseless so you realize that he’s the one for you but his Yandere Tendencies aren’t fully brought to the surface as he shakes his head and tries to fight the urge to do so as he leaves

He can’t bring himself to steal what’s potentially going to be his younger brothers girl someday… At least not yet…

Besides he’s absolutely sure that Luffy can keep you safe! Maybe even better than he can… Yeah! You’re in the safest hands with his younger brother! Sabo can definitely trust him to keep you safe and treat you EXACTLY how you deserve to be treated

And he couldn’t possibly bring himself to steal you away and protect you from all the dangers in the world that might try to hurt you! You’re part of Luffy’s crew after all and he doesn’t even mind if he someday gets an invite to the wedding that the two of you might have

If you heard a pop then that was Sabo’s stress ball… He’s on his fifth one today…

Regardless despite all of his wants, he gets back to his work as a revolutionary and tries to just ignore his feelings

That is until a certain country known as Lulusia gets wiped from existence and suddenly that last shred of sanity that Sabo had is completely gone

There is absolutely no way in hell that Luffy can keep you safe after what he just witnessed… He knew that the nagging feeling in the back of his head was right!

Luffy has too many crew members to watch out for after all and Sabo is certain that there could come a time when you’ll get hurt in some horrible awful way

And although Sabo does love his brother and would trust him with his life… He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he continued to let you stay there only for you to get hurt

Sabo will keep you safe, he’ll keep you safe and secure until the day finally comes when the revolutionary army has won

And when that day comes if the world is still just a bit too dangerous for his liking, he’ll continue to keep you safe even if it means locking you away inside of the home that he’ll share with you someday

He knows what’s best for you after all

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Together Bound In Madness - Part 6

Summary: There couldn't possibly be someone else...

A/N: This particular piece of work wasn’t meant to see the light of day and live its life in my WIP folder…it was supposed to….

Then I mentioned to @ken-dom that I might share and well…here we are…what can I say y'all? She’s mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist.

As always, this NSFW 18+ and has a few extra warnings attached; a kidnapping trigger warning being the biggest one, and approach this one with some caution….it’s consensual so it’s not technically rape, but the situation could make some uncomfortable.

The title comes from the Marianas Trench song The Killing Kind

Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet. You can find previous parts here.

Enjoy my loves! <3 

He sat at the kitchen table tinkering with things for far too long; you had gone quiet until you finally fell asleep. He pulled himself up from the table, turning off the small work light.

He made his way down to the bathroom, finding a face cloth and towel. You were sleeping so deeply he hated to disturb you, but he wanted to clean you up. He untied your wrists first, and you hadn’t even stirred, once he had cleaned away the old gauze and dried blood the state of them wasn’t terrible, he rebandaged them with clean gauze before cleaning you the rest of the way. 

Dropping the dirty towels at his feet his bare fingers grazed down the length of your leg, stretched out along the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, contemplating the thoughts running through his mind. He decided he would make you eat your words, he knelt on the end of the bed, your knees bending easily in your sleep as he put himself between them. He closed his eyes as he breathed you in deeply, the tip of his nose dragging along the inside of your thigh. Without hesitation, he lapped hungrily at your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing the small bud with the tip of his tongue. 

Almost immediately, you stirred in your sleep with a soft hum as you instinctively tried to close your legs; he pushed them back open gently, as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. 

You sighed softly, thrusting your hips forward. He glanced up at you from his place between your legs, your eyes were still closed, but your brow was furrowed. You shifted, your hands clenching the sheets in a tight fist before your fingers pushed through his hair, your fingernails scratching against his scalp making him moan against your core. 

***

You frowned slightly, your eyes still closed as that familiar pang of arousal surged through your body. You fisted the sheets underneath you, arching your back and thrusting your hips, craving more of the delicious warmth between your thighs. 

You twisted your fingers in his hair, pulling hard; eliciting a moan from between your thighs, directly against your already sensitive clit. You thrust forward, grinding against his face, your heels digging hard into the mattress to give yourself more leverage despite his strong hands keeping you pinned in place. 

At some point it had occurred to you that he had untied you from the headboard, but you had been so laser focused in the present moment, the gentle scraping of his teeth that made your breath hitch in your throat and only seemed to egg him on further, your grip in his hair tightening as he fucked you with his tongue, sucking hard on that overstimulated bundle of nerves. You threw your head back  as you felt his fingernails bite into the small of your back, yanking you down further on the bed, your knees snapping shut around his head as your heels slipped against the sheets trying to find a grip. You panted desperately, your breath shaky and ragged as he devoured you unashamedly; a deep satisfied moan from the back of his throat as you threw one hand behind you to push against the headboard; your voice breaking with the effort unable to make any noise that wasn’t an incoherent shrill scream as your orgasm rocked through your body, you came so hard you had forgotten to breathe, taking in a deep breath of as you collapsed; your eyes closed as your body shook with the aftermath trying to catch up.  

“Gonna tell your friends about that?” 

He had asked the question and you hadn’t even processed what he’d said until after he’d turned on his heel; you were still focusing on getting your breathing back to normal and trying to slow your heart slamming in your chest watching him disappear into the kitchen. 

A minute later, he reappeared, you watched as he stood at the foot of the bed, a very prominent bulge in the front of his still unbuttoned jeans. You frowned when you realized what he’d been holding. 

He tossed your phone gently and you caught it against your stomach, turning it over in your hand. It had a full charge, he’d had it this entire time. 

“Go ahead,” he taunted “Hell, send them your location, they’ll just think you’re at home” 

All you could manage was a scoff of disbelief; looking from your phone back to him

“What do you want me to tell them?” you asked, keeping your voice soft and quiet. 

He cocked his head slightly, seeming to consider your question as he came to the edge of the bed, pulling you to sit up, putting your feet on the floor as he stood in front of you. 

You bit your lip gently, having a pretty good idea of what was coming next. He reached one hand, his thumb pulling your lip from between your teeth, this other hand pulling open the zipper on his jeans. 

You looked up at him and he was already looking back at you. 

“Tell them how good you are at sucking my cock” 

You didn’t say anything else, just watched as his seemingly delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, his other hand pushing your hair back off your face before he gathered a fistfull at the base of your neck. 

You ran your tongue between your lips, parting them as he pushed your head down, your lips brushing the head of his cock, making him sigh. 

Without a word, you slid from your place on the edge of the bed to your knees on the floor in front of him as he took half a step backwards. Your hair gathered in his hand in a makeshift ponytail as you pushed his jeans off his hips, taking his length into your mouth. Immediately from over your head, he groaned, bucking his hips forward, forcing himself further down your throat. Your hands found either one of his thighs to hold him steady. You swirled your tongue around the tip, collecting the leaking precum, the familiar salty taste from a few hours ago, coating your mouth. 

You let him glide over your tongue, sucking gently as he moaned; a breathless “Fuck” as he started to fuck your mouth a little harder. 

It was your turn to moan, shamelessly as you relaxed your throat; his fingers tangled in your hair; pulling hard, you didn’t know it was possible to get weak in the knees if you weren’t standing. He fucked your mouth with a bruising force, making your eyes water.

You looked up at him from under your lashes and you hadn’t expected for him to be looking back at you, watching you so intently. He moaned, long and deep, dropping his head with a shudder; his grip in your hair tightening as his warm release trickled down your throat at first, before your mouth was filled, what you couldn’t swallow, spilling from between your lips, coating his shaft. 

You pulled your mouth off of him with a small pop, your tongue immediately lapping up what your mouth didn’t catch; licking him clean before wiping the back of your hand over your mouth and sitting on your heels. 

“Anything else?” 

He shook his head as you got back to your feet, returning to your place on the edge of the bed. Had you actually rendered him speechless, or had he just reverted back to being mute? 

You chewed on your bottom lip considering what he'd told you to do. You weren't certain whether or not he'd been serious but you could feel his eyes watching you as you scrolled through your phone. Nothing seemed out of place. 

You typed out a message to the girlfriends group chat, biting your lips together. Your cheeks flushing red as you typed out the words on the screen. 

’The. Hot. Neighbour.’

Immediately the three little dots popped up at the bottom of the screen.  Floods of "Where have you been???”  And crude emojis. 

Your hand reached to your neck when you realized you weren't wearing your necklace, your fingers curling against bare skin. 

You dropped your hand typing out your reply

‘A+’

You could practically hear the shrieks through the chat. You glanced up, catching his eye. 

“You should sleep” he spoke so softly you almost hadn’t heard him. “It’s late” 

“I was asleep” you retorted, as you realized just how tired you actually were; you closed out your group chat, setting your phone on the nightstand before crawling under the duvet, it was a lot softer than the one you had at home, it felt nice against your still naked skin. You didn’t say anything else, just laid watching him do something at the small table, your core still a throbbing reminder of your wake up call. 

“I’ll be back, don’t do anything stupid” He said it, but hadn’t even glanced in your direction as he disappeared out the door; the heavy deadbolt clicking into place

You weren’t going to be stupid enough to try again; for all you knew he wasn’t going anywhere, and was testing you, standing out in the hallway, waiting. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought, but you didn’t move, just hunkered down under the duvet and your eyes slipped closed as you drifted off.

*** He watched as you grasped for something around your neck that wasn’t there; a necklace, he’d seen it before. Your apartment key sat where he’d left it on the table, he could go get it for you…but could he trust you to stay here? Alone? And with your phone? 

He had decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, locking his apartment door behind him, he took a few steps towards your apartment and waited a beat to see if you would follow; you didn’t. He walked down the hall, letting himself into your apartment, closing the door softly behind him. It was dark, the only light coming faintly in through the window. He stood for a minute trying to think, where would have put a necklace you wore everywhere except at work… He checked the bathroom first, and came up empty. He made his way to your bedroom, turning on the light as he crossed the threshold. His eyes scanned the small room as he took a deep breath; it smelled like you. A small glint of something caught his eye, hanging from the mirror on your dresser. He walked over, lifting it from the corner gently; the small charm bumping against his wrist. He considered grabbing you a few other things, but decided against it; he liked the idea of you borrowing his t-shirts. 

He made his way back out into the hallway, making sure  your door was locked behind him before letting himself back into his own apartment.

Everything was exactly as he had left it, including you, sleeping soundly under his blankets, your arms tucked under his pillows. 

Setting the keys down on the table, he made his way over to where you slept, sliding the delicate gold chain around your neck before clasping it closed. 

Your phone buzzed softly on the nightstand catching his attention. You stayed asleep, you looked so peaceful he fought the urge to kiss your still swollen lips. 

Instead, he picked up your phone, frowning slightly when it asked for facial recognition. You protected the strangest things; all your material possessions, but not yourself. 

He knelt next to the bed, wondering if this would work while you slept. To his surprise there was that familiar click before your homescreen popped open as he stood back up. 

The first thing to peak his interest was the notification from ‘Girl Gang’ a group chat with you and a few others. 

He touched the screen, opening the app and his heart immediately jumped in his chest. 

‘The. Hot. Neighbour.’

He considered briefly that maybe you had meant someone else, or had made a typo as he made his way to sit on the couch. But no, you had done exactly what he'd told you to. You had told your friends. About him.

One of your friends seemed concerned for your well being, asking where you'd been, a separate message from her asking the same question. 

The other wanting the “dirty details” of your encounter with the “quiet creeper neighbour”

As if that were any of her business anyway. 

You simply replied with an ‘A+’ 

A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth as he read the latest messages. The one he didn't like had sent a bunch of suggestive emojis, the one he did like asking if he had kept his gloves on. 

Again, he frowned slightly, had you talked about him before?

His heart raced at the thought and before he could stop himself, his fingers were typing out a response.

‘No’

Almost immediately, the one he liked was typing a response. 

After a second it appeared and again he was caught off guard. 

‘Too bad…could have lived out that fantasy’

Had you been….

No…you couldn't have….

A second notification popped up from the one he liked in a separate message. 

‘Tell. Me. Everything. Start to finish. I want ALL details’

A second message. 

‘Better or worse than the dream?’

Dream? He glanced over at your sleeping form snuggled under his duvet. You'd been dreaming about him?

Another message. 

‘Fuck boy energy? Repeat offender?’

That one made him snort with a laugh. And that one he could answer easily. 

‘Repeat’

‘I fucking told you so’ Was her reply. 

Curiosity had gotten the better of him and he scrolled back in the conversation as far as the archive would allow, looking for any other mention of him. When he came up empty he did the same in the group chat. Nothing. 

You must have had these conversations in person…

That thought sent a thrill surging through the pit of his stomach, making his cock twitch in his jeans; you had talked about him with these girls, at length. Seemingly about things you didn’t share publicly either. 

His curiosity peaked, he decided to continue his searching, opening the Facebook app on the homepage, and opening your profile. You’d had enough of a presence, that he considered maybe if you went much longer without making yourself known, people were going to start wondering where you’d gone. His fingers typed out a status on the tiny keyboard; something generic, but would explain an absence. 

‘Going off grid, back soon <3’ 

He posted and within less than a minute a notification popped up saying someone had left a comment. He opened it and his blood boiled. 

‘I’ll miss those lips while you’re gone’

He scoffed with disgust at the audacity of this faceless stranger. He closed the app, scrolling through your contacts looking for a match. When he came up empty, he sighed irritatedly, slamming the phone down on the empty couch next to him. You sighed in your sleep and he softened slightly. You wouldn’t do that to him, you couldn’t. 

He pulled himself up from the couch, turning off the remaining lights before he made his way over to the bed where you were fast asleep; he considered moving you to the other side and decided against it, instead shedding his jeans and sliding in behind you under the blanket. He had intended to sleep on the couch like he had been, but tonight, he had wanted to be close to you. 

Almost immediately you turned over in your sleep, pulling yourself against him, your arm draping heavily against his midsection. 

***

You sighed heavily, turning over in your sleep, pressing against the warm body next to you. 

You opened your eyes, squinting against the sun. You shifted under the blankets and  moved closer to him, pressing your lips against his. 

You sighed against his mouth as his hands pushed under your hair, pulling you closer. Still hazy with sleep, you whimpered as his teeth sank into your swollen lip. He rolled you on your back, kissing you deeper. 

You let your legs fall open and he put himself between them; kicking the duvet to the floor. 

Moaning softly, he rolled his hips into yours, his hard cock twitching against the inside of your thigh. 

His kiss was hungry, needy, his lips crushed against yours with a bruising intensity as he sucked on your bottom lip. 

His teeth found purchase in the soft flesh unintentionally. His head was swimming with so many different thoughts at once, it was almost impossible to find one to focus on. 

You were pawing at him, pulling him closer, your fingers pushing through his hair before you moaned low and quiet against his mouth, your tongue pushed between his lips. 

He broke your kiss, only to bite and chew on your red swollen lips. God, you had such a gorgeous mouth. 

You gasped as his teeth found the hollow under your jaw, biting harshly as his hips bucked against yours.  

You crane your neck with a sigh as you turn your head; his mouth warm, wet and gentle against your skin. 

Your heart slammed in your chest as your entire body prickled with want and desire. You could feel nothing that wasn't him. His hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck, his leaking cock against your thigh, his weight heavy on top of you. Every one of your senses was consumed with him. With the man who had kidnapped you. 

Your breath caught in your throat as reality came screaming back. You turned your head away from the onslaught of his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut and used all your strength to shove him off. Your body shaking with the effort as you pulled on a t-shirt.

He frowned, slightly taken aback by your sudden shift. “Did-Did I hurt you?” He asked softly, sitting back on his heels as you clamored to your feet. 

He also stood and you made a conscious effort to move to the end of the bed, putting space between you. You grabbed a pair of pajama pants and pulled them on. You swallowed hard, fighting hard to keep your composure. 

“Yes!” You yelled “You have to be kidding!” You swallowed hard, your breathing laboured. 

He took a step forward and you jumped slightly, putting your hands up. “Don't touch me”

He did as you asked and stopped mid-stride. You looked absolutely terrified. Why were you suddenly so scared? It had to be because of the other guy, the one who so brazenly had said he had missed your lips. 

He would deal with that soon. Right now, you were his priority. 

“I have a surprise for you” he spoke softly “I was going to wait until later, but-”

“What?” Your voice shaky as you swallowed

“I took your car apart,” he smiled, “Now we can go everywhere together”

“What?!” you shrieked, taking several more steps backwards, your eyes not leaving his, afraid to turn your back. 

“Your car wasn't reliable it-”

You cut him off “Yes it was!” You shook your head “It is!”

He shook his head “No, it-”

“My car is fine,” you repeated. 

Your heart slammed in your chest. Now you were really starting to panic. Why had he done anything to your car?! 

“Is this because of him?”

You blinked processing his words “Who?!”

He glared, grabbing your phone off the couch where he'd left it the night before. He punched in the security code he had put on it himself, opening the Facebook app and holding it out for you to read. 

You reached out with a shaky hand over the bed, taking your phone, reading the screen. He watched as you frowned before you looked back up at him again. 

“This is-” you stammered “It's not- he isn't”

You jumped when he took your phone back, tossing it unceremoniously back on the couch. 

“You can't keep me here!” You screamed 

“I did it for you!” He snapped, making you jump “For us!” 

“There is no us!” Your voice cracked as you started to cry. “You can't just lock me in a cage!” 

You dropped to a heap on the floor, sobbing hysterically, almost making yourself sick. 

You looked up from your place on the floor, tears still running down your cheeks. He had gotten himself dressed and pulled on his jacket before slipping your phone in his pocket. 

You pulled yourself to your feet, standing on shaky legs before he grabbed you by the upper arm. 

You fought against him, trying hard to twist out of his grip. 

“Let me go!”

One of his hands pulled your arm behind your back, making you gasp in pain. His other hand twisting in your hair, jerking your head back. His hard cock pressing against your ass.

He gripped both your bruised wrists in one hand. You screamed in pain as you felt him tie your hands behind your back. 

You cried harder, mad at yourself for putting yourself back here. You had gotten so far, you had been so close to being free. 

You screamed in frustration, making yourself hoarse as you heard the door click closed and the deadbolt lock into place. 

You sniffed, rolling yourself over on your back, wincing in pain as the zip ties bit into your skin. You sat yourself up with some effort trying hard to pull the zip ties apart, ignoring the screaming pain for as long as you could before you relaxed with a hiccuping sob. Your wrists hurt more than ever, your strength was becoming less and less the harder you tried to break free, the hard plastic making fresh slits in your skin.