#be warned (affectionate (non-threatening (a little threatening)))

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Okay, random question but in the panel where Lan Zhan & Wei Ying are riding side by side, why is Alan Zhan’s horse sad? Is Little Apple bullying him? :(

PS: I check in daily for your posts, OBSESSED 😭

Alan Zhan (patron saint of when the substitute professor gets your name wrong).

[hyperactively-me]

Ok, for King!Ghost, how ab Graves as a hunting dog handler who the reader happens to run into one day while at the stables with Soap, and his gaze lingers a little too long 🫣. Soap, being Soap, tells Ghost ab the encounter and he threatens Graves that if he ever talks to his queen again, bad things are coming his way. Sorry if this is a terrible idea, I just have King!Ghost brain rot 😔😵‍💫

omggg great idea for some drama! coming right up!!

warnings: non-con touching (only area of unwanted touch is on princess's hand)

It was a warm, sunny day outside. Spring was such a lovely season here in Kastron. As you entered the stables, the earthy scent of hay and gentle sounds of horses greeted you. You approach your mare, waiting patiently in her stall. She always brought you comfort, a welcome break from your responsibilities in the palace. 

“Hi, baby,” you smile at her. She nuzzles you affectionately, her snout pushing into your hand. You begin to brush her mane, each stroke calming you down from a hectic week.

Just as you were about to saddle your mare for a stroll, a familiar voice broke your reverie. 

“Your majesty! Well, if it isn’t the fairest queen in the land.”

You turn to find the grinning face of Sir Soap, a pleasant surprise for your day. He bows dramatically yet again, making you giggle lightly. 

"Johnny," you greet him with a warm smile, "what brings you to the stables today?"

"Ah, Your Majesty," Johnny replied with a glint in his eye, “I thought I'd pay a visit to my trusty steed.”

“Didn’t you say when we first met that we should go riding sometime?” 

“Ah, yes, I think I suggested the idea!” 

“Well, I was just about to go for a ride, would you want to accompany me?” you ask with a friendly smile. 

Before Johnny could respond, a tall and sturdy figure approached the two of you. He was scruffy looking, yet his physique was lean and athletic. He had a beautiful yet intimidating dog on a leash in his hand. It was the kingdom's hunting dog handler, Graves, renowned for his expertise in training the finest hunting dogs in the kingdom. 

He bowed deeply. "Your majesty, it’s an honor to finally meet you" he said, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Sir Soap. I want to introduce myself.” 

He takes your hand in his, squeezing it with a firm hand, but not tight enough to hurt you. He leans down, bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to it, and you swear you feel the tiniest tip of his tongue over your skin.

You immediately shudder, wanting him to let go of your hand. You yank your hand from his grip, laughing awkwardly as Soap eyes your reaction, unbeknownst to you. Soap steps closer to you, hand resting on the hilt of his sword for Graves to see.  

“I’m Graves. Phillip Graves. I’m the one responsible for handling the hunting dogs for the palace,” he explains, motioning to the dog on the leash.

“May I pet it?” you question, admiring the dog. 

“Only briefly, your majesty. They must be kept disciplined.”

You paused for a moment, then gracefully lowered yourself to your knees, extending a hand to gently pat the dog on the head. Unbeknownst to you, Graves's gaze lingered on you a bit too long, his eyes roaming your figure without restraint. After a moment, you rose to your feet, giving the dog one final scratch under the chin. Graves reached down and offered his hand to help you stand, but he held it just a bit too long, causing you to clear your throat awkwardly, silently signaling him to release your hand. He complies, straightening his posture.

"Forgive me if I was impolite. This is my friend, Sir Soap."

“Oh, I’m well aware of who this is,” he snarks, rolling his eyes at Soap. “No need for an introduction, your majesty.” 

Soap remained silent, but his grip on his sword hilt tightened, and a frown creased his features. After a lingering look at Soap, Graves turned his attention back to you, his gaze making you feel vulnerable as it roved over your form.

“Well, I must be on my way, my lady. If you ever require assistance, please do not hesitate to call upon me.”

Your mouth flounders, unsure of how to respond. The way he says “assistance” makes your insides turn. 

“Good afternoon,” he smirks at you, turning on his heel to walk away with the hunting dog in tow. 

. . .

“Yeah, I’m telling you, the way he was eyeing her like she was a piece of meat…” Soap trails off, anger seeping from his voice. 

“Downright disrespectful,” he spits, clenching and unclenching his fists as he paces the room in front of Ghost. 

Ghost's mind churned with a mixture of anger and concern as he absorbed Soap's words. The image of Graves disrespecting you with his lecherous gaze filled him with a burning desire to rip him limb from limb. But he wouldn’t. 

Ghost cleared his throat, looking at Soap pointedly. “I’ll be dealing with Graves soon enough.” 

“Ay, you should. Otherwise, I would be doing it myself. Jus’ thought to tell you, being her husband ‘n all,” Soap explains. 

“Thank you for informing me, Johnny. That’ll be all.” 

. . .

That night, you slipped into bed with a sigh of relief, your body sinking into the silky sheets. 

You let Simon pull you into him, his hand cradling the back of your head with a certain firmness. 

“Is something wrong?” you ask, hands moving up to wrap around his torso. 

He tenses for a moment, his jaw ticking.

“It’s nothing, love, go to sleep,” he whispers, pressing the small of your back into him. 

You cuddle into him, ignoring the anger rolling off of him in waves. You already know what it's about, you’re just too exhausted to deal with it.

You’ll let him deal with the issue. After all, he is your doting, protective husband. 

. . . 

A single, harsh knock resonates in the study. 

“Please, come in,” Ghost says, rifling through stray papers strewn across his desk.

Graves takes a few steps into the room, standing before Ghost’s desk. 

He takes a quick bow, muttering a hurried “Your majesty” as he bows.

“How may I assist you today?” Graves questions, standing firm.

Ghost leans forward on his desk, hands folded in front of him.

“Don’t speak to the queen again,” he says simply, a sharp edge in his voice.

“Your majesty, I have no idea what you are talking about—”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Ghost says, pushing himself up from his seat. 

He strides to the other side of his desk, standing in front of Graves menacingly. The tension in the room grew palpable as Ghost’s imposing presence loomed over Graves. His stern expression and unwavering demeanor sent a clear message: there would be no room for evasion or deception.

Graves shifted uncomfortably under Ghost’s unyielding gaze. His voice wavered ever so slightly as he responded.

“Your majesty, I assure you. I have always acted with the utmost respect towards the queen—” 

“Do not test my patience.” Ghost’s piercing eyes bore into Graves, and he lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper. “I heard the way you looked at her. The way you treated her in the stables. It will not be tolerated.

Graves swallowed thickly. He had never encountered Ghost in such a formidable state, and the weight of the situation pressed upon him. “Your majesty, I meant no disrespect. I...I simply admired the queen's beauty.”

Ghost leaned even closer, his voice a low growl. “Admiration is one thing, but your actions were far from innocent. If you dare to approach her, touch her, speak to her, or even glance at her again, you will face consequences that you cannot even imagine. I’m protecting her honor. Protecting her.”

Graves nodded quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I understand, your majesty. I apologize if I gave you any reason to doubt me.” 

Ghost straightened up, his expression unrelenting, his seriousness remaining. “Consider this your final warning, Graves. Do not forget the position you now find yourself in. You have been granted a second chance. Do not squander it.”

With that, Ghost returned to his desk and continued to sift through the scattered papers, leaving Graves to exit the room with a sense of anger and fear instilled in him.

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(masterlist)

[saffyspirals]

HI HI i love your writing smsmsmsm mwah ⁽˙³˙⁾ can i request blue lock characters (kaiser and literally any other characters of your choise) with a s/o who drools in their sleep? (๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤) if you're not comfortable or don't want to write this, it's okayyy <3

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ includes: kaiser, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, chris, bachira, oliver, gagamaru, otoya, rin, barou

❥ warning(s): drool ? otherwise nothing!!

❥ notes: HI @heart-an0n, i’m happy you’ve been enjoying my works so far! i hope this is similar to what you had in mind :)

i. thinks it’s adorable, has pictures of you in his camera roll:

kaiser, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, bachira, chris

ii. teases you endlessly about it (affectionate)

kaiser, oliver, gagamaru, otoya

iii. thinks it’s a teeny tiny bit weird but rolls with it anyway

rin, barou

iv. teases you about drooling in your sleep, but he also drools in his sleep

gagamaru

♡︎ ♡︎ ♥︎ ♡︎

bonus! mini headcanons:

— kaiser

he finds this amusing, and for good reason.

during the day, you’re this (sometimes frustratingly) smart, cool, witty it-girl who everybody adores. so the last thing anybody, including him, would expect was for you to drool in your sleep.

it’s adorable. when you’re asleep, it’s like you’re a completely different person. a little kid who clearly loves their sleeping time! he’s got pictures of your sleepy drooly face on his phone, saved in a folder on his camera roll. 100% threatens to show them to the guys whenever you do something to him, but he’s joking!

why should anyone else other than he get to see such a wonderful sight?

— isagi

isagi finds it adorable. he finds out about it the first time you guys have a sleepover. if you’re embarrassed about him finding out, he’ll find you even cuter!

he’s also got photos of you in his camera roll, but unlike kaiser he’s happy to show it to his close friends.

“isn’t y/n just the cutest?”

— gagamaru

if you guys are having like a non-serious argument, he’ll go,

“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”

he does it every time! he’ll pinch your cheek if you start pouting about it too.

it’s usually you who falls asleep first (gagamaru purposefully stays awake until you sleep, it’s just his thing). but one time he knocks out early because he was so exhausted by the events of the day. he doesn’t start drooling immediately, but when he does, you make sure to get photographic evidence.

“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”

“we both do it, stupid!”

— bachira

he loves the fact that you drool. but hear him out first before calling him weird! (🥹)

bachira is a drooler himself, and is a firm believer that those who drool in their sleep do it because they’re so relaxed and are therefore going to wake up feeling more well rested. so, he loves that you drool because it means you’re sleeping well. that’s reason number one.

reason two: it’s yet another thing you have in common! bachira loves finding things that you have in common with each other, it makes him feel closer to you. he takes pride in liking what you like, and knowing that you like what he likes. it’s honestly just another thing on bachira’s long list of things that he loves about you!

[novthewolf]

Two’s company, three’s a family - Part four

Summary : As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn’t get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn’t bring yourself to give them up, oblivious to the reason...

Pairing : Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).

Parts : First - Previous - Next

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : foul language, gun use (none violence), mild nudity (chest), description of a scar, adapted non-con touching, slow burn, english isn’t my first language.

Words : +4k

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(5 years later)

Okay, let's go through the plan one more time: You had successfully made them head to the park and sneaked on them with the blindness spell. Now all you had to do was send a wave of empathy and tenderness their way to set the mood, then tiny little memory balls of their favourite moments together. You had tried to send them a huge orb, the happiest and most wholesome memory they share, but it didn't result in the desired effect. No, you had struck them with your arrows, and instead of finally confessing, they went to grab a bite and called you to join them. The facepalm was so audible that it worried them.

You grunted discreetly and took a deep breath. Let's do this. You sent the orbs their way and waited for the right moment to shoot. In an effort to calm your nerves and heavy breathing, you closed your eyes and threw your head back to watch the ever-changing clouds. Their backs were riddled with arrows, and that was not enough to complete their bound. One might argue that this bond might not be as physical as others, that it was platonic, or that it was deeply spiritual. But you were a love angel. Maybe a bit atypical, yes, but a love angel nonetheless. You knew what type of relationship they shared: it wasn't passionate or sexual, but there was deep and affectionate love. The one who lasts Why else would they still be stuck together ?

You were a lot more serene now, as you caught a whiff of compassion coming from below. You soared up in the sky and slowly backflipped mid-air, enjoying the reassuring scent of fudge and marjoram. A few minutes passed before you detected the smell of snowy nights: worry. You sighed and landed.

Okay, let's try again.

Bow in hand, the strongest of your arrows grazing against the wood and the cord. The rough material digged in your fingers as you sought the pain to distract yourself from your thoughts. Instead of staying behind, you stood up in front of them, with enough space between the three of you. You stretched your arm, and you felt the muscles of your back tensing and flexing in a soft burn. You steadied your breath and focused on the goal. You kept your head high as you watched. It was thick yet vaporous and deeply stunning. It didn't have a colour, and they didn't really need it; it was already beautiful just the way it was. You just need to seal it.

And without further ado, you shot them right in the sternum. Striking right in the heart was definitely not recommended; the reaction might be too strong and violent to bear. It was equivalent to using a dagger. You shivered at the thought. But it would be the subject of another chapter.

You observed the bound ripples, both of their energies intertwining. The bound gained light as the two were talking about God knows what. But the smell of snowy nights remained. So you gently sent a wave of peace their way to sooth things down.

However, like every previous attempt, it didn't work out. It was like it wasn't enough ! Every time the light reached its peak, it would immediately die down without any reason. And it had been like this for 6,000 years. Understandably, you were slightly irritated. You stared at the pair with wide eyes. You were boiling with exasperation, and the repressed squeal that threatened to pass your lips was the perfect summary of your annoyance.

Oh, just end up together already ! What's stopping you ?

Hands and eyes twitching, you morphed your bow into a machine gun and absolutely gunned down the two out of pure frustration. You twirled around them so many times, hitting them in the shoulders, stomach, thighs, etc. You knew it was foolish and counterproductive, but you just... You felt so overwhelmed. You growled.

How can someone be so dense ?

For fuck's sake!

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After running in circles like a goldfish in its tank for about twenty minutes, you finally felt dizzy enough to let yourself collapse on the ground and throw a tantrum like a child. Soon enough, you got up, face blank, after your nervous breakdown. You decided it was of no use anymore. Maybe you were just incompetent, not strong enough to complete a bond between an angel and a demon. And the thing is, you can't just ask another cupid to help you out. As helpful and understanding Mihael is, she still wouldn't accept to sort things out. It wasn't allowed. So maybe the best thing is to just let things be. You looked up to their banch and inspected them. Azirphale was seated on the left side, and Crowley was in the middle. He seemed to sit pretty straight too, not that it really mattered; it was just a rare sight.

You shook your head. Contemplating things from afar had never been your thing, whether you were stuck in heaven or right now. You enjoyed spending time with them so much. And if you couldn't seal their deal and the end of the world was approaching, the only thing you could really do was, well, be by their side. So you called off the spell and climbed up to their little spot.

"Y/N ! Oh, it's good to see you ! We were wondering where you were." Aziraphale got up to greet you. Yeah, you kind of disappeared for the last five years...

"I haven't seen you for a while; how've you been ?" Crowley asked, and he slouched back a bit to look up at you.

"Heh, fine. My department was quite demanding recently. Sorry, I couldn't help you more with the kid."

You sat next to Crowley, with the angel doing so as well. You hold back your laughter at the image of three birds on a wire, watching the world from afar.

"Oh, don't worry, the kid's perfectly normal." Aziraphale chirped, proud of their work.

"Well, we've done everything we can." He tilted his head towards the young boy and his mother. Wow, you didn't even notice them. Careless was what you were.

"So, all we've got to do is wait for his birthday?"

Crowley simply hummed in response before crossing his arms. You looked over at Aziraphale when you caught the scent of worry, grapefruit, and oregano—the smell of nervousness. You sent a soft wave of reassurance his way.

"The hellhound is the key. Shows up at 3:00 on Wednesday."

"R-Right... You've never actually mentioned a hellhound before."

Cough. Thank you, Crowley. Really helping.

"Oh yeah. Yeah, they're sending him a Hellhound to pad by his side and guard him from all harm." He stated as if it were a matter of fact.

"Aw, what a nice gift... And thanks for the heads up, by the way." You glared at him.

"Oh I would have loved to warn you, sweetheart. If only you had shown up a little bit more often..."

You two simply stared at each other in a childish competition. In the end, you grunted and rolled your eyes. Mmph.

"Well, won't people remark on the sudden appearance of a huge black dog ?" Aziraphale asked. "His parents, for a start ?"

"Don't think so; I'm sure if you pressed your ear against theirs, you could hear the sea..."

"They're right; no one will notice a thing. It's reality, angel." He held his breath for a second. "And young Warlorck can do what he likes with that, whether he knows or not."

A heavy silence fell between the three of you, your apprehension clear.

"It's the start of it all: the boy's meant to be named." Hum..."

"Widow Maker, or Throat Ripper, or Black Death..." You started to suggest names. You liked Black Death, actually...

"Well, aren't you creative?" Aziraphale eyed you.

"But !" He exclaimed to gain your attention back. "If we did our job properly, then the boy would send it away unarmed." He explained.

"What if he does name it?"

"Then we have lost; he'll have his powers, and Armaggedon will be days away.."

You knew he was just pretending his indifference, but it never failed to surprise you how good he was at it. Aziraphale brought his hand to his face and rubbed the sides of his nose. He exhaled loudly before talking.

"There must be some way of stopping it."

You hummed in agreement. Though Crowley seemed to already have planned something too. He turned to Aziraphale first.

"If there was... no boy, the process would stop."

"Yes, but there is a boy." He pointed towards the boy. You spotted him behind the trees as well.

"Oh yeah... He's writing a rude word on a description of a dinausor." You mumbled. Maybe you could have taught him a thing or two about being furtive.

"Well, there's a boy now." He rolled his eyes and turned to you. "That could change." You knew he was implying something. You just couldn't quite put a finger on it.

You shot him a quizzical look, asking for more information.

"Y'know, something could happen to him."

You observed his features for a few seconds... Yep, you were still not good at solving riddles. With a bit of a pout, you shook your head, showing you didn't get it. In response, Crowley growled, threw his hands in the air, and slammed them on his thighs.

"I'm saying you could kill him !" He alternated between Aziraphale and you, awaiting your reaction to the obvious.

"Oooh..." Mmh. Yeah, killing wasn't really your thing. You'll have to pass on that one.

"I've never actually killed anything." He scanned the area to avoid the idea itself. The poor thing It's hard to believe that he was originally given a flaming sword.

"I don't think I could." The last word was almost strangled in his throat. He was so wan... The thought of killing a child made him ill. It sickened the three of you, actually. You smelled the dread on Crowley too.

"Not even to save everything ?" The demon kept staring at him, pressuring him to consider the idea.

"One life... against the universe ?"

You heard him grunt so softly, and you got scared he might faint. So you tried to calm things down.

"Mh.. If this, uh, Hell Hound doesn't find its master or vice versa, maybe it could stop the process too." You nudged your elbow against his vest.

"Right, yes. We should be there ! Y/N and I could stop the dog." He gestured your way with a big smile painted on his face. His brown/green eyes suddenly lit up as an idea flashed through his brain. "In fact, I could entertain."

"Oh no, no, please no."

"Oh yeah! That would be so cool. You cheered and got up from your seat. You loved his magic tricks! And even if he hadn't performed publicly in a while, Aziraphale would usually show you his progress when you would find yourselves alone together.

"Yes ! I just need to get back into practise." He pulled out a coin and immediately dropped it.

"Oh no, no. Don't do your magic act."

"Psst, don't ruin it. C'mon, scoot over!" You pushed him a bit with your hip. He made an offended sound but did as you said.

Azirphale rolled the coin a few times, faking its disappearance. You giggled at his expression of astonishment while grumbling in the background.

"Please ! I'm actually begging you." He said this as you captured the falling coin. "Ugh, you have no idea how demeaning that is."

Rather than listening to Crowley's incessant pessimism, Aziraphale stood up and tried to impress him by pulling the coin out of his ear.

"Woah !" He whispered.

"In your finger." Ever so pragmatic. You growled, but the angel was more patient.

"No, it was in your ear!"

"It was in your pocket."

"It was, mh, close to your ear."

"Never anywhere near my ear."

Disappointed, Aziraphale returned to his seat next to you. You nudge your shoulder against Crowley's.

"You're no fun." You smirked.

"Fun ?" Aziraphale hummed while looking away.

"It's humiliating! You can do proper magic. You can make things disappear." He tried so hard to convince him; that was also amusing to watch.

"It's not as fun." The angel grinned his way. Crowley simply scoffed.

"Make you disappear." He waved your way. You stuck your tongue out.

Mmph !

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(Wednesday)

The hellhound was a minute away. Your clammy hands tuck behind your back. The rough fabric of the black security suit triggered the small nerves in your fingers, making them spasm. You inhaled deeply and held your breath for a minute. Anticipation had you chocking; exhaling was so painful. You groaned, annoyed by your own anxiety.

"Where has he got to? Is he in here, somewhere?"

You felt your lips twitch upward. Aziraphale was tapping the top hat with his wand, glancing at the children to catch their reaction. But there was no point; the sea of children was bored to death.

"What's this?" He reached into the hat and slowly grabbed the bunny. Yes, you gave it to him. As well as the dove. Which you haven't seen in a while...

"Could it be our dear old furry friend, Harry the Rabbit?" You glanced at him to show how gently he handled the critter. You hummed and nodded. You sneaked a bit of food from the nearby buffet. Crowley was eyeing his watch, his brow raised. You sighed.

"You're rubbish." Warlock asserted himself rudely. Adorable little thing.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Another kid called out, "He's right, you know. You are actually rubbish." Backing up your friend—how sweet!

Quietly, you heard Crowley count down. You tensed up and smelled myrtle and dust make their way to your nostrils. Breath. Your teeth glared, and your jaw was hurting, but you couldn't care less.

"Three, two, one..."

...

Woah.

You kind of felt like an idiot standing there, ramrod straight, awaiting something that either took its sweet time or was simply not coming at all.

Heh.

Yeah, let's not tempt the devil.

You abruptly sent a wave of mischief to the closest kid around. And so began the end of Warlock's birthday; may it rest in peace. You dodged the food as much as you could, but you still received cake on your neck and cheek. The bunny was still hopping around, and you quickly seized him. Shouts and screams filled the whole tent as you joined Crowley outside. Lucky for him, his white suit was as clean as could be. A cake flew by, but the redhead hastily put his hand on the back of your neck and helped you escape it. How kind.

Finally, you stopped at the Bentley, wanting Aziraphale to catch up with you. You softly put the rabbit down close to the hedge. Mmh. Be free, little buddy.

"It was all a bit of a disaster, I'm afraid." He was himself covered in cake and cream.

The angel was searching for something through his sleeve.

"Yeah, maybe it wasn't the best plan." You rubbed the back of your neck.

"Nonsense. You gave them all a party to remember." He opened the car door and grabbed a tissue. He wiped the bit of cream off your cheek. Your lip twitched, and you looked over at Aziraphale. Still, you accepted the tissue to clean your throat. He shrugged.

"The last one any of them will ever have, mind."

He opened the door for you, but you kept staring at Aziraphale, who pulled the dead dove out of his sleeve. M-My baby. Your lips quivered, and the angel's eyes were terribly filled with guilt. Rusty metal and tuna, ugh. He swiftly turned the dove on its back and tapped its chest. Miraculously, the bird woke up, and Aziraphale gently helped it take off.

The angel gave you a sorry smile, but all you gave him was a sharp look. And, stubborn as you were, you kept staring in the back seat. Crowley chuckled.

"I told you putting it up your sleeve was a bad idea."

Aziraphale just grunted and took his place in the passenger seat. With a sigh, you let yourself fall back.

"It's late." You simply said:

"It's five p.m." Crowley simply answered.

"Not that, the Hell Hound." You bolted up and rested your arms on both of their seats; your hands brushed against their backs.

The demon incites you two to stop talking. Instantly, the radio sizzled. Both angels went silent as a voice called for Crowley.

"Hello Crowley."

"Mh, hi. Who's this ?" You unconsciously grabbed the side of Aziraphale's collar and started twirling it around.

"Dagon, Lord of the Files. Master of Torments." Heh, sweet job.

"Yeah, just checking in about the Hell Hound..."

"He should be there by now."

You were a fool. That is what you three were trying to confirm by exchanging glances as you realised the huge mistake you had made. Aziraphale and I looked frantically all around the car to maybe catch a glimpse of black fur.

"Why ? Has something gone wrong, Crowley?"

"Wrong ? No, no. Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?" He bit his upper lip. "Oh no, I see him now, yes. What a lovely big hellhound!"

Oh for the fuck of...

"Yes, okay, great talking to you." He finished before exhaling the breath he'd been holding.

The three of you look straight ahead, mouths agape. You were ready to laugh and cry at the same time. Seriously ? Why did this have to be so complex too? The angel slightly turned his head towards you.

"No dog." Aziraphale said, despondent.

"No dog." You said, glazed. You slightly turned your head towards the demon. "Wrong boy."

"Wrong boy." Crowley said, Gloomy.

You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes. In the corner of your eyes, you saw the little rabbit jumping around; you also spotted a small snake and a swallow looking at them from above. You chuckled at your lack of attention.

Your life has never been a long, quiet river; why would it change now ?

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The rain leisurely dropped on the bookshop door. You couldn't take your eyes off the street; all the humans were walking through the droplets, trying to escape something that would stain them anyway. Still, the colourful way they have to shield themselves from it is so particular and beautiful. Your eyes caught the sight of a couple hiding beneath their shared umbrella. Laughing, nudging each other, kissing... How could you not want to save those precious moments?

"Y/N ? Do you plan to leave already ?" Aziraphale asked from behind you.

You turned around and sent him a reassuring smile. No way. The carpet fell soft on your bare feet. Nice change, given that the last time your skin touched this floor, your cheek burned from rubbing the rugged fabric. You snatched Eden's brush and called for her as you sat down.

"No, don't worry. I won’t leave, especially since Armaggedon is days away and you'll need all the help you can get." You winked as you stroked your miniature cow's fur.

"I can't believe we lost the Antichrist," Crowley groaned. His forehead rested on his hand in a dejected manner. "Why did the powers of hell have to drag me into this anyway ?"

Aziraphale disposed of three glasses next to the bottle before picking it up and serving the drinks.

"Well, don't quote me on this, but I'm pretty sure it's because of all those memos you kept sending them, saying how amazingly well you were doing."

He gave you your drinks and sat down. Crowley scoffed.

"Is it my fault they don't check up ?" You gently slaped his hand—he kept messing Eden's coat—and murmured : 'pet her head'. He tsked. "Everyone stretches the truth a bit in memos to head office."

"Yes, but you told them you invented the Spanish Inquisition." Aziraphale reminded.

"And started the Second World War." You added, taking a sip of your drink. Crowley's nose scrunched, not ready to admit anything.

"So the humans beat me to it. That's not my fault."

You and Aziraphale shared a knowing smile and look. The angel shook his head and bowed his head to drink. Yet you not only heard sipping but also sniffing. You directly glanced at Crowley.

"Something's changed." He stated it darkly.

"Oh, it's a new cologne. My barber suggested it.

"Not you. I know what you smell like!" Crowley snarled and kept sniffing around. You didn't think much of it, actually. You could smell emotions, so it was totally possible for Crowley to at least remember his linked smell. One day, after a few drinks, he confessed that Azirphale's scent was cedarwood and sundae. The smell of comfort—it's just so cute! He even surprised you when he told you your scent was valley and nectarine, because, you know, you've always been a meadow person. Meh.

Crowley froze.

"The hellhound has found its master."

"Are you sure ?"

The tension rose again as the angel asked with dread.

"I felt it. Do you really think I would lie to you ?"

"Well, obviously. You're demon. That's what you do." He didn't really mean it, but the grapefruit smell couldn't fool anyone.

"No, I'm not lying. The boy, wherever he is, has the dog. He's named it." He sighed. "He's coming into his powers."

"We're doomed." You squeezed Eden. She mooed, agitated by your fear. Crowley petted her head.

"Well, then, welcome to the end times."

You all cheered for that.

Fuck...

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Sleep was just a bastard, wasn't it ? You didn't really need it, but it allowed you to free your mind from intrusive thoughts. It just kept slipping away from you, leading you to lay there on your bed, the blanket barely covering you.

Inhale, hold, and exhale.

You were tapping your heart rhythmically. It was the most efficient method you found to calm yourself. If you're wondering, no, you shouldn't feel this way. You shouldn't feel anything at all. Especially you... No fear, nervousness, joy, or anything! Not because you were a cupid... Your emotions should only be put in the background but still be there. But it would only apply to you if you have... You just wish you hadn't lost it. A single tear rolled down your cheek. You did your best to keep the memories away. It just hurt too much.

You couldn't help but scratch your scar. If Aziraphale saw the extent of your wound, he would never let it go. Almost your whole arm was covered with the same scar. It runs diagonally from the shoulder down to the upper arm, marked by a combination of raised and discoloured tissue. The pattern was irregular, a mixture of claws and mild burns. The skin around the scar might be slightly darker and sometimes lighter. The weird mix of smoother and rougher textures as the scar tissue blends with your normal skin has always disturbed you.

"You know what ? You should just cut it and get a clean one. Your arm is just plain disgusting." A voice mocked you from your window.

You knew who it was, and you were even surprised. You sat up and sighed. Just your luck... You were too emotional for this.

"Hello, Adriel." You were absent and vague.

"So, how have you been doing ? Still empty, as always ?" His back collided with the window frame. Just go away.

"I am fine. Thank you. I too hope you are doing well." You looked straight. His face was too punchable for his own good.

"Yeah, yeah.. So ! Are you ready for war ?" He was so eager to mock you. "Remember: you don’t attack us; you know cupids, okay?" His smile was so fake, you wondered if his heart was broken. He scooted down on your bed, too close to you. Honestly, you were not bashful, but your bare heart was just too exposed, and his hands were too unpredictable.

You were running out of time. And fucking patience.

"Wow, I'd never seen what your heart looked like before!" He laughed while openly stirring at it. "It's so disturbing; can you even look at yourself in a mirror?"

Still, you knew what to expect from Adriel. Cruelty and absolutely no consideration for others. Apart from Mihael, obviously.

Your grip was iron, and your eyes were made of ice. You couldn't take it, not tonight. He wouldn't get his filthy hands on your heart.

"I'm going to fight for my side, Adriel. I hope you'll be ready to fight for yours." You growled. He gasped and freed himself from your hold. His pink eyes scanned yours, but you didn't look away. He tumbled back, landing on the window frame.

"D-Don't ever touch me again, you freak !" He spat, disgusted and terrified. You watched as he flew away, but no smile managed to appear on your lips.

You're right... I can't bear to look at my heart; I'm too afraid to find every bit of it crumbling down on your hands.

But I would be damned if I didn't use the remaining pieces to feel the love those two have for one another.

You laid back, caressing softly from the side of your heart to your belly. You didn't know love angels could so strongly bind and love others, but you're so glad you do.

Your mind finally drifts away, and you finally sleep. Rocked by flashes of Aziraphale and Crowley and... the surprising smell of love.

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Oh, Y/N... What happened to you ? U,w,U

Hope you enjoyed it ! Bye !

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Kinktober 2022 - Day 01

Bareback/First Time

Pairings: Soft Dark Andy Barber/ Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drugging and non con touching (Not Andy), sex, oral sex, bareback, first time, roughish sex.

MINORS DNI! 18+

Day 01 Oct - Bareback with best friends Uncle Andy Barber.

----- x -----

The cabin your besties parents own sits on top of the sand dune shrouded in pink and orange hues from the sinking sunset. The 3 story beach house intimidates you, never did you think in your first year of college you'd be roomed with one of the richest people in your year. Nor did you think she's turn out to be such an amazing friend.

With exam week just behind you, she offered you and your group of friends a trip to her beach house, you all agreed of course. The celebration much needed.

"Dude this is dope." Brad calls from your right, his arm draped over your shoulder. He'd been trying to get into your pants for weeks. Always being overly affectionate, you can't say you mind it. It's nice and sends tingles to all the right places. But you can't help but think something is missing. Something all consuming.

In all the romance novels you read, carnal, animalistic passion is the thing you desire most. Your best friends voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Just wait until tomorrow when the other houses fill, they'll be frat parties, hook-ups." As Taylor finishes her sentence she sends you a wink. She's been trying to help you lose your as she calls it - pesky virginity - since you spilled the beans about it in a drunken game of truth or dare.

"You know I have my eye of someone Tay." Brad replied tugging your body closer. You blush and look at the floor, choosing not to reply. You and your group begin the climb up the stairs, Tay and her boyfriend Branson in the lead, followed by Katie and Daryl who are then followed by Liz and her girlfriend Cheryl. Leaving you and Brad at the back.

"You okay babe?" Brad asks, locking his fingers with yours. You nod before finding your voice.

"Yeah I'm good just a little tired, finals damn near killed me." He laughs and agrees before turning to you.

"Don't worry we'll loosen you up this week, get you all refreshed and ready for year two." You blanch slightly as his words come across slightly threatening. You offer him a small smile. Your attention snapping back as you hear Taylor curse.

You reach the top of the step your eyes roving over the decking and the attractive god sat lounging on the sunbed, shorts draped low on his body, his glorious chest on display.

"Uncle Andy, what the hell are you doing here?" Taylor asks, disappointment clouding her face. The man jerks up staring at his niece in shock.

"Taylor?"

"Well duh, you don't have any other nieces or nephews."

"What are you doing here?" The god - Andy asks, his eyes roaming over the group before they settle on you, trailing up and down your curves. You shiver under his gaze.

"We're here for the week, mum and dad gave the go ahead." Taylor replies.

"Are you sure it was this week?" Andy asks, his gaze still locked on you.

"Pretty sure." Taylor replies, you watch her pull her phone out.

"Weird cause Trent said I could use the beach house this week while things are finalising with Laurie." Andy says finally looking back to his niece.

Laurie? A flare of jealously consumes your body, shocking you. You've never had such a visceral reaction to something before.

Taylor doesn't reply but brings her phone up to her ear. The group remains silent, shuffling awkwardly. Andy's eyes return to you, as he checks you out. You return the favour, eyes trailing over his glorious chest and chiselled abs. Your eyes bulge as you trail further down, his grey sweats moulding to an impressive looking bulge. You gulp as you see movement beneath the joggers.

Gulping you look back at the mans face, finding a smirk and his eyes locked on you. He winks at you before turning back to his niece.

"But Mom" Taylor cuts off.

"Ugh fine." She hangs up before turning a glare in her uncles direction

"Apparently they thought we were here next week." She huffs.

"Ahh. Well don't worry. You'll barely know I'm here." Andy says before turning and walking into the house.

Taylor turns back to the group. "Sorry guys. At least my uncles pretty cool. He'll stay out of our way.

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Taylor had been right, mostly. Andy had stayed out of the way the last few days. Well around everyone else at least. He seemed to be around when you were on your own quite a bit. You'd had a fair few conversations with the man. Your crush growing further as he makes you laugh and teases you endlessly, walking around shirtless. The pants he's wearing getting tighter.

Or maybe you were just fixating on the monster between his legs. It's been a feature in your fantasies over the past few days as you held the shower head against your clit, Andy's name a whisper on your lips.

Tonight Taylor was throwing a party, so you were looking forward to that. She's picked out a royal blue dress to wear with a shorter skirt than you were comfortable wearing. But you thought fuck it. I'll be drunk enough that I won't be self conscious.

----- x -----

The night rolled around and before you knew it you were 5 drinks in and god knows how many shots. Your vision was blurry as you danced with the rando grinding against you. You began to get lightheaded as the LEDs strobed around the improvised dance floor.

Pulling away from the rando you walked into the kitchen and out onto the deck. Fresh air, helps clear your head as you hear the door open and close behind you.

"You look beautiful tonight babe." Brad's voice slurs as he wraps his arms around you from behind, his hard cock presses into your arse as you wiggle to get free.

"Brad." You start, cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat.

"Now now. You've been a cock tease since I met you. Now I'm finally going to take what's mine." Anger fills his tone as he grinds against you.

"No Brad, stop." You struggle to get the words out because of how tight his grip in. Swaying you try to turn in his grip.

"Yes. You want it. I know you do." Brad hisses, groping your breast through your dress.

"Let me go." You rasp as he tugs on the dress, revealing your bare breast to the cool night air. Your nipple pebbles under the breeze and he squeezes in painfully.

"Stop." Your plea is ignored as he pulls on your nipple.

"You heard the lady." A deep voice breaks through the lusty haze in your brain.

"Fuck off Old Man." Brad snaps his hand freezing, as he locks eyes with Andy who's now stood at the top of the stairs. Your eyes plead with Andy.

A murderous look snaps over Andy's vision as he approaches you and Brad.

"Old man, huh? How about you let her go and I'll show you just how old I am." He threatens.

Brad laughs behind you, releasing you quickly enough that you stumble into the railing. "Babe, just wait there. Let me deal with this perv. Then we can get back to what we were doing."

"Not going to happen." Andy says calmly.

Brad approaches Taylors Uncle, fists raised. "Come on then Old man." He taunts, while Andy remains still, unthreatened, calm.

"I've seen you watching her this entire time. You want some of her pussy don't you?"

"How about I let you have her after I've hit it?" Brad offers.

You watch Andy's breathing deepen, his body tensing.

"No thanks." Andy says.

"Fine, more for me. Now leave or I'm gunna kick your ass grandpa." Brad huffs, hands dropping slightly.

"Now that I'd like to see." Andy laughs, dodging easily as Brad throws a punch. Brad stumbles on his feet, catching himself just before Andy's fist connects with his face. Your friend - well so called friend - falls to the ground knocked out cold.

Andy straightens, heated gaze travelling over your body. Stopping slightly on your exposed breast, before snapping to your face. You cover yourself as he steps closer, his hand raising to move your hair out of your face.

"You okay sweetheart?" He asks softly.

"I am now. Thank you."

"Don't mention it, been wanting to punch that guy since I saw him hand in hand with you." He admits.

"And why's that Mr Barber?" You ask, voice slurring as the adrenaline you were feelings starts to wear off.

"Because he doesn't deserve you." You smile, before stumbling, drinks hitting you harder.

"How much did you drink sweetheart?" He asks, a worried look on his face as he cradles you against his body.

"Not that much." You hiccups as your vision starts to blacken.

"Shit, sweetheart." You can see Andy's lips move but his voice sounds far away.

"Y/N keep your eyes open." You eyes close as darkness consumes you, your body falling limp in the older mans arms.

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You groan as your head pounds behind your closed eye lids.

"Sweetheart?" A worried voice asks.

You inhale, a masculine smell reaching your nostrils. Panic grips you as you try to recall the events of the night before. You remember Brad being handsy and then it's blank.

"No no no." You mumble, forcing your body to sit up.

"Take it easy." Comes a familiar voice. Your eyes open resting on a worried looking Andy sat on the floor next to the bed you're lying on.

"Andy what happened?" You ask, voice hoarse.

"I'll tell you in a minute. Are you okay?"

"I think so. Got a headache and feel a little floaty."

"Okay that's normal, the doctor said you'd feel that way when you woke up. I've got some water and asprin here." You look at the nightstand noticing a glass of cold water, ice floating on the top. Next to it is a unopened box of asprin.

"What happened?" You sit up slowly, taking the water as Andy hands you the glass."

"Brad happened. Asshole drugged your drink, started to feel you up. I was coming back from the beach when I heard you asking him to let you go. Knocked him out. Then you passed out in my arms, So I called 911."

He pops out two tablets and hands them to you. " Brad got arrested. So you shouldn't have to deal with him." He tells you.

"Thank you." You say taking the pills. A cold draft alerts you to the fact that you're no longer wearing your dress.

"What happened to my clothes?"

"Paramedics, cut it off so they could place some monitor things on your chest. They wanted to take you to hospital but Taylor said you hated those places so I said I'd watch over you and call them if you worsened."

You remain silent, processing everything that happened.

"You need to rest today, okay Sweetheart. Daddy's orders." He says, his palm stroking your exposed thigh.

"What?" Your eyes bulge.

"Doctors orders. He said you need to rest." Andy sends a confused look.

"Oh okay."

----- x ----- 

You wake up, noticing the darkness in the room, hearing the steady breathing of the person next to you. Your eyes trace over Andy's features as the moonlight illuminates his peaceful face.

He lays on top of the covers, fully clothed. You turn on your side admiring his beauty.

"Quit staring at me." He laughs, his eyes popping open.

"Sorry, I can't help it." You admit, a tingle starting in between your thighs.

"I know I'm beautiful, right?" He jokes, turning to face you.

"You are." He freezes for a moment.

"I have noting compared to your beauty sweetheart." A blush rises on your cheeks.

"I mean it. Ever since I've laid eyes on you. I've been bewitched. It took everything in me to not kill that asshole last night. Not because you were so obviously not into it. But because he had his hands on something that was mine."

Your breath hitches, the tingles turning to throbbing as your entire body heats.

"Andy." You breath out.

"I know. You probably don't feel the same and that's okay. I won't act on my feelings." Andy says, smiling softly at you.

"I do. When I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Then I got to know you and I thought there was no way you could be that person. Someone as amazing as you has to have some flaws. But you don't. You're amazing. I want you so badly Andy." You whisper the last part.

Andy's eyes flame with lust as he sits up, leaning over you.

"Are you sure sweetheart?"

"I've never been surer of anything Andy. I need you." You breath stutters as he grips your throat gently.

"Yeah, you need Daddy's to treat you right? Fuck you the way you've always imagined but never been able to find." His thumb rubs over your pulse.

"I've never -" You stop, a blush spreading over your body.

"You've never what? Had sex?" Andy asks, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

You shake your head and hear him curse.

"I'll stop if this is too much."

"Please don't stop... Daddy." You beg, thrusting your chest up.

"Okay sweetheart. Well I'm not going to fuck you, not this time. This time I'm going to make love to you. The way you deserve. I'm going to eat your out and finally get a taste of that pussy I've been craving. Then when you've cum on my face a few times. I'm going to stretch that tight little cunt on my thick cock."

His hand trails down your chest, to find the hem of the top your wearing he tugs it up and you sit up allowing him to remove it.

"But first, first Daddy is going to get a taste of your lips." With that he leans forward and captures your lips in a mind blowing kiss. His soft lips caress your own, his beard tickling your face causing you to shiver in delight.

Andy kissed down your body, placing soft kisses on the curves of your breasts before flicking his tongue against your nipple. The contact has sparks shooting through your body, your slick dripping into the mattress below. He spends some time appreciating your breasts before kicking the covers onto the floor and crawling between your legs.

His nose nudges your mound. "You smell divine babygirl." You blush as you wriggle, trying to get away from him.

"Don't be nervous sweetheart." He says as his tongue teases your slit. He finds your clit straight away his tongue swiping over the swollen bud. A growl vibrates against you as Andy eyes lock onto yours.

"Taste like heaven." He moans as he nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders. Something prods at your entrance and you moan as he eases a finger into you, finding your g-spot straight away. Stars burst in your eyes.

"Please Daddy."

"Already so desperate baby girl." He teases, adding another finger and assaulting your clit with his mouth.

"Cum babygirl, soak my face." His mouth latches onto your clit as he sucks. Your body tenses as you leap over the edge of oblivion. Your pussy pulses around his fingers, but he doesn't stop.

He adds a third finger, stretching you further as his teeth graze over your clit. "One more for me baby girl." You hear his muffled words, your body rising again as your hips buck against his face. You bite your wrist to stop from screaming as your thighs lock around his head and he throws you into another mind numbing orgasm.

He pulls his face back, eyeing you hungrily. Slowly he removes his fingers before launching up and claiming your mouth with his. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips. His wet beard smearing your release on your face.

After a moment he pulls back and climbs off the bed, dropping his sweats and removing his t-shirt. His cock stands hard and long. Throbbing and leaking at the tip.

"I don't think that's going to fit." You admit nervously.

"It will babygirl, daddy's gunna go nice and slow okay?" Andy reassures you. 

"Okay daddy." You nod sheepishly.

Andy climbs on the bed, settling between your thighs. His cock rests against your slit.

"Condom daddy." You remind him.

"Shit. I haven't got any. I'll just pull out babygirl. I'm clean I swear."

"Okay Daddy, but you have to pull out." He nods as he rubs his cockhead over your clit, making you shudder.

"Ready babygirl?"

"Yes Daddy."

With your words he thrusts forward his head slipping into you. You hiss as his girth stretches you more than his fingers did.

"It will hurt at first baby, but then it's all pleasure." He tells you.

"I can do it." You tell him.

Andy's eyes watch as he sinks into your tight heat. Inch after inch disappearing into your untouched body. He feels the resistance of your hymen and looks at you.

"This bits going to really hurt sweetheart." You nod and bite your lip.

Taking that as confirmation he pushes past the barrier in one brutal thrust that has you crying out.

"Sssh it's okay babygirl." Andy stays still allowing you time to adjust.

The pain slowly starts to ease as you gyrate your hips against him. "Fuck me Daddy."

It's almost like something snaps in Andy, he withdraws completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace.

"So tight babygirl. Milking my cock perfectly. Tell me baby girl. How good does my cock feel?" He demands, a darker side of him coming out.

"So good Daddy, you're so big."

"Yeah? You like daddy's cock filling you up?" He teases, one of his hands finding your throat, eyes locked on yours.

"I do daddy."

"Imagine how nice it would be to have my cum filling you baby girl." He moans as his hips connect with your arse. You whine as you pussy clenches around him.

"Already close? My little slut loves my cock doesn't she?" Andy pants removing his hands and lifting your legs so your ankles rest on his shoulders.

"I do daddy. I want it." You moan.

"Want what baby? My cock, my cum. Want me to fill you up, make your belly nice and round" Andy's voice grows harsher as he leans over you, railing into you.

"I want it daddy." You plead, no other thought in your head except being his cumdumpster.

"Beg for it."

His thumb starts to circle your clit, making your delirious.

"Please daddy. I need your cum." You whine, pussy spasming around his throbbing cock.

"That's it sweetheart, milk my cock." He groans as you cum around him, drenching his thighs.

"Here it comes baby." He warns.

You cry out in extasy as you cum around him again, feeling him throb inside you before heat fills you up. Andy growls as he empties himself into you.

He lets your legs drop and kisses you as he softens inside you, the mixture of your release with his trickling out of you and staining the mattress. You remain that way for a few minutes before he rolls off you and flops at your side.

"Fuck sweetheart, I haven't cum that hard in years." He tells you, making you blush before you remember he came inside you.

"Andy. I'm not on birth control." You panic.

He cradles you against him. "It's okay, I'll fix it."

He reassures you. You snuggle into him, relaxing, before falling asleep.

An hour or so later you wake up and head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up while you're there. As you turn to leave you notice a box of unopened condoms sat next to the sink.

What the hell?

[yelena-bellova]

Unlucky: (Eventual Steve Harrington x Fem!Subject!Reader

Chapter Seven: 1984

Series Masterlist

Plot: Tini rings in the new year with a long-awaited reunion, and the Hoppers make a move.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: light language, mention of violence, no use of y/n

A/N: Took a quick break there, but we're back! This is very much a light filler in between chapters (and honestly I'm so tired, it's not as edited as I might like it to be) so be prepared to dive in further next time. Stevie boy's screen time in this series also begins its continual climb in the next few chapters, even though we're slow-burning. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged :) Enjoy!

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DECEMBER 31ST, 1983

New Year’s Eve had never been one of my favorite days. While others treated it as a day to look back on the good and bad of the year, and look forward to what the new one would bring, I had never had anything to feel that way about. It had always just felt like another day, but with fireworks.

But New Year’s Eve, 1983, was different.

The Wheeler’s threw a party each year to celebrate and Nancy had been asking me to come. She’d said it was normally just her parent’s friends, before trailing off when she was beginning to say how Barb was the one friend she had been allowed to invite. I’d asked Hopper’s permission, a new concept for someone who had lived on their own for so long, and he’d said it was fine, as long as I was on the front porch at 12:01.

We were still working out the kinks of our relationship…

I’d put a plain blue wrap dress, the only dress I owned, and showed up to the Wheeler’s in high spirits. Nancy weaved through the sea of adults, Steve right behind her, and pulled me into the corner of the room they’d taken for themselves. Once word that I had arrived got down to the basement, Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Will came out of hiding. Their parents were still sensitive to the fact that Will had just been rescued found a little over a month ago and had allowed the boys to stay up long past their bedtimes to come to the party. I was enjoying getting to know all of them better in a non-life threatening situation.

When the minute countdown started, I looked around the room and began to think of what my last New Year’s had looked like. I’d been curled up at the windowsill of the homeless shelter, my sweater pulled tight around my body in an effort to fight the cold. As I heard the staff of the lobby shouting announcing the last ten seconds of the year, I wondered what it was like to hope. To think that things wouldn’t always stay so horrible. The fireworks I’d been waiting to see over some of the city’s buildings became bittersweet, but I stayed at the window anyways. It was nice to feel even a little happiness. 

And now? Now I was surrounded by people dressed in their best, standing next to my new friends with the knowledge that 1984 was going to be the best year of my life so far. When the clock struck midnight, my smile was enormous.

Keeping my word, I said my goodbyes in the first minute of the new year. Nancy was able to pry herself away from a very affectionate Steve to give me a tight hug, the boys giving me a big group one after. I thanked Mrs. Wheeler for the invitation and hurried out to meet Hopper, who was indeed, already parked.

“So you’re like…never late?” I asked as I opened the truck door.

“Happy New Year to you too,” he smirked, driving forward very slowly as soon as I was inside, “I got a surprise for you in the backseat.”

I looked behind me to see a pile of blankets. Hopper knocked on the console twice and a pair of small hands came out from underneath, pushing the blankets away to reveal…

Eleven.

I let out a sob, climbing over the console to get to her. She threw herself into my lap and hugged my neck, both of us crying into each other’s shoulders. She was safe, finally.

“Kid, I need you to stay hidden, remember?” Hopper said, interrupting the moment with reality.

Eleven quickly threw the blankets back over her body, I moved so she could lay her head on my lap. Hopper and I had already discussed that when we found her, she’d have to remain hidden. We knew that there were higher up government officials, plus local police, that were aware or looking for Eleven, and no chance could be taken. Life would be much more complicated, but I didn’t care. I had my sister back.

1984 was already the best year of my life.

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Draw the curtains.

Lock the windows and doors.

Disconnect the telephone.

Hopper and I completed the checklist we’d made in the car lightning fast as Eleven watched from the couch. I came to sit next to her once we had finished. “Okay, kid,” Hopper started, moving to grab his pack of cigarettes before catching himself, “Here’s the deal. The bad men are still looking for you-“ “Not the same ones,” I interrupted, already feeling my sister’s anxiety. “Right,” Hopper agreed, “Point is, people we don’t want finding you are looking. Now, your sister’s been living here with me and you’re going to also,” he paused to drive his point home, “You will be safe.”

Eleven looked to me for assurance, I nodded. “Problem is, we can’t stay here,” Hopper met my eyes, “People know that we’re out here, including guys on the force. It’s not smart.”

He was right. I’d spent the last four years moving from place to place, I didn’t mind doing it one more time. “There’s a cabin out in the woods, off the highway. I’m the only one who knows where it is or that it even exists. Tomorrow morning, we’ll head out there to start cleaning it up.” After making our plans, I helped Eleven bathe to get the month’s worth of grime and dirt off her. I grabbed a sleeping shirt of mine and let her change into it, before the two of us slipped into my bed. Eleven pulled the covers to her chin, still cold even after the hot bath.

“Pretty,” she whispered as she scanned my face.

“Oh,” I chuckled. In my hurry to help her, I had forgotten to take off my party makeup or brush my hair, “I went to a party tonight. For New Year’s.” Eleven’s brows lowered, “New Year’s?” “There’s 365 days in a year,” I explained slowly, “Every 365 days, it becomes a new year. People throw parties for their friends and they shoot off these…lights in the sky. Those are pretty.”

“Friends,” Eleven’s eyes lit up, “Mike?” “Yeah,” I smiled, “I saw Mike tonight. And Dustin and Lucas and Will.” “Will. Okay?” “Yeah, he’s good. They all are. Mike…he really misses you.”

Eleven looked down at the blankets, no doubt thinking about the last time she’d seen the boy who meant so much to her.

I tried to change the subject. “Hopper…he’s not so bad to live with. There’s a lot of rules and he can get…cranky sometimes, but he’s a good person. Really. And there’s a TV and lots of food and we’ll get you your own bed and-“

Eleven wiggled forward and snuggled into my body, ending anything else I might have said. “Sister,” she said softly.

I wrapped my arms around her to give her extra warmth, more content than I’d ever been. “Sister,” I repeated. ————————————

The next morning, Hopper, Eleven and I piled in the truck and drove out to the cabin. It was removed from nearly everything in Hawkins, perfect for people who didn’t want to draw any attention.

Hopper opened the front door and gave the frame a kick before walking in. Eleven looked down and kicked as well before I ushered her inside. “My granddad used to live here,” Hopper explained as he moved around, “Long time ago. I mainly just use it for storage now. Lot of history here.”

Eleven held my hand as we looked around, the cabin was filled with boxes and old furniture. Layers of dust and spiderwebs decorated the place. It would take a lot of work to get it to be someplace we could actually live.

“So, uh…what do you think?” Hopper asked, watching the two of us for a reaction, “It’s a work-in-progress. You know, it’s, uh…It takes a little imagination, but, uh…once we fix it up, it’s gonna be nice. Real nice,” he smiled, “This is our new home.”

Eleven turned to look at him, “Home.”

“Home,” I nodded, squeezing her hand, before looking up to Hopper, “It’ll be great. We’ll make it great.”

“There’s the attitude,” he pointed to me before moving across the room. I helped El take off with the extra coat I’d given her and Hopper’s cap while he started sorting through a box. We settled near the kitchen and watched him excitedly hold up a record.

“This is music,” he announced, placing the vinyl on the turntable. Eleven straightened her posture as an unfamiliar song began to play. Hopper started snapping his fingers to the beat before breaking into an awkward dance. My sister looked up at me in confusion while I tried to not start giggling.

“All right,” Hopper clapped his hands, “Let’s get to work.”

The rest of the day was spent moving boxes into the attic, rearranging furniture and cleaning. I taught El how to do basic chores, even though I’d only recently learned how to do them myself. She was determined to conquer sweeping, so I took over wiping down the kitchen. Hopper had been running between the cabin and our trailer, bringing over furniture and the rest of our things. In between, he stopped by the hardware store to buy extra locks and drilled them into place on the front door. He’d also gone to the grocery store and picked up plenty of food.

While I stocked the cabinets, I heard Eleven let out a loud cough and went to find her in our new room. She had pulled off a dusty old sheet covering the bed and was now sitting on top of it, bouncing a little. 

“That’ll be yours,” I smiled, relieved that she’d finally have somewhere safe to sleep.

Later, while helping Hopper unload the last bit of our stuff, we began to talk about new and necessary precautions.

“You can’t tell anyone she’s here,” he instructed, “Not Nancy, not the Harrington kid…” “What about Mike?” I asked, taking an armful of my clothes, “He wouldn’t tell any-“ “No,” Hopper shook his head as he picked up a box. “He deserves to know,” I argued, “He’s the whole reason Eleven’s alive in the first place.” “And keeping her hidden is the only way she’ll stay alive,” he said insistently, “If anyone catches wind of her being here, she’s as good as gone. Both of you.”

I stood frozen, letting his words sink in. My heart and my head (the head sounding annoyingly like Hopper now) were fighting one another, even though I knew the truth. Our secrecy was our safety. 

Hopper could tell I was upset and set down his box, he placed both hands on my shoulders. “It won’t be like this forever.”

“I hope not,” I sighed, “She deserves to have a life.”

By the end of the day, the cabin had been transformed. With the dust swept, the lights on and the furniture in their rightful places, it looked like a home. And with Eleven there, it felt like home.

That night, we sat around the dinner table, Hopper and I with our frozen dinners and Eleven with her Eggos. We were going over what would become our new routine.

“I leave for work in the morning, and your sister,” Hopper pointed to me with his fork, “Is gonna start leaving in the morning too. For school.”

“School?” Eleven asked.

“Like the lessons we used to have except…” I blew out a breath and shook my head, “Very different. Reading and math and history…”

“So for a good part of the day, you’re gonna be here alone,” Hopper continued, “But I’m gonna teach you that machine we were playing with earlier so you’ll always have a way to get in contact with me.”

The machine was the morse code system Hopper had dug out. He had started teaching me and Eleven basic messages to send. Eleven was almost more interested in it than the puzzle she’d spent most of her afternoon doing.

“But we’re going to be home every night,” Hopper said, “And then we can watch tv, play board games…”

We would be normal.

Eleven took everything in, nodding her head occasionally. There was a big part of me that felt guilty about leaving her every day. That she’d have to sit alone with nothing to do but wait for me and Hopper to walk through the door.

“Hey,” I looked to Eleven, “What if I maybe taught you some of the things I learned at school? How to read and write?”

Eleven looked up from her Eggos with wide eyes. In the lab, we’d learned basic skills like drawing and reading, but nothing advanced. The only reason I knew how to read so well was because I’d taught myself using books donated to the shelters. I had been working day and night on what my teachers had given me to learn over winter break. I was painfully behind for somebody my age. But if I could use some of what I had learned and teach Eleven basic skills, it would give her something to do while I was away. It could even help her to feel connected to the outside world.

“Well, there you go,” Hopper smiled, “Something to work on.”

Eleven returned the smile and went back to eating her waffles. But there was another important question I needed to ask.

“Eleven…what do you want to be called?”

“Called?” 

“Your name,” I clarified, “The boys named me Tini because it sounded like Thirteen…do you want me to keep calling you Eleven or do you want me to call you El?” She thought for a moment, “El.”

“El,” I smiled, “You got it.” The rest of the night was spent getting El adjusted. Hopper and I tucked her in and told her that if she needed anything, we would just be in the other room.

“Is it really the best idea for me to be going to school and leaving her here all day?” I asked once it was just the two of us.

“You can’t back out now,” he answered, “People have gotten to know you around town, you’ve got friends…it would look too suspicious if I pulled you out.” “I know, it’s just-“ “And,” Hopper stopped me, placing his hand on my arm, “You need to go. For you.”

School was something I’d dreamed of for years, something that had never seemed possible. Now that it was practically in my hands, I wanted it more than ever. But not if it hurt El.

“She’ll be okay,” Hopper assured me, “We’re gonna build a security system tomorrow, make sure this place is as safe as possible.”

“‘Safe,’” I repeated, wondering what that word actually meant. Did it mean that nobody would ever come for El and I again? Did it mean keeping every single part of my life at home a secret? Was ‘safe’ a promise that Hopper could only try to keep?

I stayed up a little later, working on my division homework, eventually giving up for the night when I looked up at the clock and saw it was 1AM. Hopper was snoring away on the couch, I placed a blanket on him before tiptoeing into mine and El’s room. My mattress was on the floor until we were able to squeeze my bed frame into the room. I settled under the blankets and looked up at the El, fast asleep and more peaceful than I’d ever seen her.

Maybe a good life was worth all the complications and risks.

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The next morning, Hopper took El and I out to begin building the security system.

“Now, this is called a trip wire. It’s like an alarm,” he explained as he tied the wire to the mouse trap he’d attached to the tree, “You, uh, you set it up like this. And then, anybody gets close, it’s gonna make a loud noise. Like, uh, gunfire. Bang!”

El didn’t share in his laughter, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and concern.

“Those bad me aren’t gonna find ya, all right?” Hopper said with confidence, “Not way the hell out here. We’ll take some precautions. There’s gonna be a couple of ground rules.”

Later that day, Hopper drew up a list and handed it to El and I. The part of me that was used to making decisions wanted to fight, but that wasn’t my life anymore. I needed to trust him.

“Rule number one,” Hopper read off, “Always keep the curtains drawn. Rule number two, only open the door if you hear the secret knock.” He hit his knuckles against the table in a pattern, I’d have to memorize it before school began.

“And rule number three, don’t ever go out alone, especially not in the daylight,” he finished, “That’s it. Three rules. I call ‘em the, uh…’Don’t Be Stupid Rules.’ Cause we’re not stupid. Right?”

“Not stupid,” El nodded.

Hopper looked over expectantly to me. “Oh,” I nodded along, “Not stupid.”

“Okay,” he said with a small smile, “Good.”

Three rules. Simple. But would they be enough?

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A few nights later, I went over to Nancy’s house for our final study session. School started the next day, and I was beyond nervous. I felt confidant about my classes, it was fitting in I was worried about…

“Okay,” Nancy flipped through our flashcards to find one we hadn’t gone over, “Name three songs by The Police.” “Every Breath You Take, King of Pain and…” I squeezed my eyes shut as I searched my mind for the last answer, “Tea In The Sahara!” “Perfect,” Nancy smiled, proudly sliding the flashcard to the bottom of her stack. 

Steve sat at Nancy’s desk, attempting to balance a pencil on his nose. “Nance, ask her something about good music.” From her bed, Nancy and I turned to face him. “The Police are great,” I argued, they were one of the first bands I’d decided I liked. Hopper had even gotten me the cassette tape of ‘Synchronicity’ for Christmas.

“I’m just saying,” Steve held his hands up, “Police chief’s daughter listening to a band called ‘The Police?’ Little bit of a cliché.” “Ooh,” Nancy pointed to me, “Cliché. Definition?”

“Um,” I waved my hands in my lap, thinking back to when she’d explained the meaning of the word, “Predictable. Unoriginal.”

“Good,” Nancy clapped for me, Steve mimicking her as well, “You’re doing great. Okay, next one,” she flipped another card over, “What does it mean to deck someone?”

I struggled, our vocabulary lessons were beginning to blend into one with all the slang I had to learn. Steve scooted the chair back a little so I could see him over Nancy’s shoulder and made a fist. He repeatedly pressed it against his cheek, giving me the answer.

“It’s a way to say you punched or hit someone.” Nancy followed my eyes and turned around to catch Steve with his fist against his face. He gave her a nervous smile.

“It doesn’t help her if you just giving her the answer,” she lightly slapped Steve’s arm with the notecards.

“What? I’m helping,” Steve shrugged, “It doesn’t matter how she gets the answers, just so long as she gets them.”

Nancy rolled her eyes and smiled, shaking her head at her ever-charming boyfriend. 

“He’s right,” I chuckled at Steve, “I want to be as ready as possible.” “I think you are,” Nancy said as she looked through the flashcards, “We’ve gone through all of them.” “But…” I sighed, looking down and fiddling with my fingers, “Am I ready? I mean, really ready?” Nancy reached across the bed and took my hand, smiling warmly. “You’re ready,” she replied, “You’re going to do great. And I’ll be with you the whole time.”

The rocking of Nancy’s desk chair distracted us, we looked over to see Steve balancing the pencil while leaning back in the chair. Sometimes I wondered if he was actually aware of his surroundings.

Once he realized he was on display, he quickly caught himself. “Oh, right, and I mean, I’ll be there too…to help.”

“Convincing,” I smiled, he was full of shit. Another piece of slang I’d learned from my cards.

“What?” his voice went up high, “I will.”

Nancy gave him a stern look while I just laughed. Steve and I have may not have hated each other, but I knew he wasn’t nearly as interested in helping me as Nancy was.

“Well, thank you both. I appreciate it. I just…” I blew out a breath, “Really want this to go well.”

Nancy moved over to sit next to me, still holding my hand between hers. “It’ll be great.”

I smiled up at her, believing that she could be right. I was on the verge of a whole new chapter in my life. And the best part was that I wasn’t alone.

“Whoa!”

Steve lost his balance on the chair and fell backwards. He lay on the ground, arms spread out at his sides.

“Someone wanna help me out?” he grunted.

I giggled, “Oh, now you need help?” 

He opened one eye to look up at me, “Yes please.”

I looked to Nancy, mischievously, neither one of us jumping to come to his rescue. Nancy tried to hide her giggles as I grabbed our flashcards and my backpack, hopped off her bed and crouched down next to Steve, hanging my head over his. “See you tomorrow, Harrington.”

I squeezed Nancy’s hand and ignored Steve’s protests to leaving him on the floor, flying down the stairs. Hopper was prompt, as always, and he drove us home with me recounting everything Nancy and I had gone over.

When we got home, El was asleep on the couch, the light of the tv glowing on her face. She’d been glued to it when I’d left hours before and it looked like she had barely moved.

“There’s a ‘Jeffersons’ marathon on,” Hopper said, quietly so we didn’t wake her, “She’s obsessed with it.”

“Makes sense,” I shrugged my backpack off and set it by the table, “She watched Family Ties for three straight hours the other day.” It was late, but I wasn’t tired enough yet to go to bed, so I settled next to El on the couch. She snuggled into my side, half asleep, and I took her into my arms.

School was daunting, terrifying even. But there was something about sitting in the dark, the tv playing softly, Hopper grabbing a midnight snack from the fridge, El sleeping against me, that filled me with peace. About everything. I had a new home, friends, my sister had returned to me…there was so much that was going right in my life. And high school would go the same way.

1984 was going to be incredible.

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[just-a-little-peace]

This ramble mentions sexual themes and daddy Kink

You have been warned if you read it that's on you.

And it's also kind of a ramble so don't expect it to be a work of literary art xD

We talk about Jinx sitting in Silcos lap buuuut what if one day she refused to get out of his chair he playfully threatens that if she doesn't move he will sit on her.

"Go on old man , dare you , dare you, double dare you."

She'll tease only to see him give her a look and then hitch up the back of his coat and plop himself down on her lap.

He pauses, this is actually incredibly comfortable Silco thinks to himself as he shifts, her thighs cushioning well he knew it, his non existent ass... Yes far more comfortable than the chair itself...well now that's all he'd think about, when she was out...how hard and painful it was to sit in what was supposed the chair he caused intimidation in, with that turn , to look down at others no matter how tall they were standing before him.

With a few words and a simple look he could bring people down to a trembling sobbing mess...now in the future he'd be thinking how much more comfortable it would be to be perched on her.

It seemed she had ideas of her own , her arms wrapped around him, sliding under the coat, finger tips at his sides as she nuzzled his back and shifted her hips...and then she shifted them again...

"Oh am I too heavy for you hmm , do you want me to move?"

Silco smiled, his voice feigning sweetness as he affectionately mocked her.

Jinx moved her hips again a small whine leaving her as they rocked up against him.

A smirk rivaling the Grinches formed on his face as he made a pretence to get up only for her to hold him to her tighter, he tried again actually starting to get up only to be yanked back down, oh he did love it when she was needy, when she needed him, he would give her anything, all he desired in return was that she would always choose him, want him, what ever relationship she wanted of him, he was hers on command.

Silco's cheeks flushed as he knew exactly what she was doing, that rhythm , he wondered if Jinx knew how obvious she was being with those soft little whines that maybe she thought she wasn't making , he pressed himself firmer to her, giving his Jinx something to find more friction on.

"Oh hooo finally got the hint old man?"

He didn't get time to answer though as she popped open two of the buttons on his pants and slid her hand in the opening she'd made for herself, giggling

"Hmm there it is , my favourite boom stick, oohhh ho ho , already lit and ready to go, time to start playing daddy!"

And well I'm sure you know how this scenario ends so yeah , I lost the flow xD but yeah >w>

[mykinkyyandere]

Hello dear, can I ask Yandere! Emperor!Anakin, in love with Senator!Reader. The reader cannot come to terms with the cruel rules of the Empire, fearing the Emperor. Anakin, fearing to scare her, takes care of her, gives gifts, after which he invites her to become the Empress and his wife. The reader, realizing that she can soften the methods of government in the Empire, agrees. Anakin is gentle and affectionate with the reader.

My Beautiful Little Wife

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Emperor!Anakin Skywalker X Senator! f!Reader

Summary: The Emperor wants you to be his beautiful little wife.

Warnings: Smut, non-con, obsession, threats, lose of virginity

"Senator, the Emperor has sent you a gift. and he said he wanted to take you out to dinner today."

You looked at the small box handed to you from your seat. The Emperor sent you his twenty-ninth gift this week. As the weeks passed, the number of gifts he sent increased regularly. There were also short notes on them.

"To the beautiful senator."

"To the most attractive woman in the galaxy."

"Delicate flowers for my delicate angel."

You got the box. "Thank you. Tell the Emperor I accept his offer. You may go."

What choice did you have but to accept? You had to accept everything he asked of you and everything he gave you. Otherwise, you were afraid of his reaction. He was holding the entire galaxy in place with his formidable card. Death Star. He's shown before that he won't hesitate to use it for you.

As usual, a card greeted you when you opened the box.

"An elegant necklace for your delicate skin. I hope you'll wear it with the red dress I gifted you when you meet me."

You remembered the red dress he asked you to wear. It was quite daring. It was definitely not for a senator. An unusual, stunningly low-cut dress sewn with a quality fabric that every woman in the galaxy dreams of. It had noted in his note that it was a dress for the Emperor's woman. A dress that would reveal your delicious body just like you (and he) deserve. He asked you to wear it to a dinner he invited you to, but you refused. You said it wasn't fit for a senator, you didn't want to wear that dress, you didn't want to go out to dinner with him, and you weren't his woman.

As a result, he blew up the planet he wanted to have you dinner on with the Death Star.

And you were scared.

You were so scared.

But he didn't want that, he didn't want to scare you. He didn't do this to scare you or to threaten you. He just got so angry. He didn't want a planet to exist that you rejected.

Even though he doesn't regret what he did, he sent apology gifts for scaring you. He hated to scare you.

"Please accept these earrings as an apology gift."

"Modest jewels for you to decorate your silk hair. You are always safe with me, remember that. I apologize."

"These roses have no thorns. There's nothing to hurt you. Just red leaves and their fragrance. Just like your red lips and dizzying scent. I'm sorry. Please don't be scared of me."

But you did.

You feared him and his cruel rule.

Planets were in danger, his regime was unacceptable. He could blow up a planet with just one decision.

After that day, you did whatever he asked of you. You accepted his gifts, wore them or used them. When you asked for a date, you went, if he wanted to see a gift on you, you did it. And you noticed he became a softer, more compassionate ruler. As compassionate as the most feared man in the galaxy can be, of course. At least he killed less.

You took the card and looked at the necklace underneath. It was absolutely breathtaking, you couldn't deny it. The Emperor's wealth had no limits.

You got up from your seat. "I'll be getting ready."

...

And there you were. When you got out of your ship, you saw the Emperor waiting outside to greet you. As you slowly walked towards him, he immediately approached you and took your hand and brought it to his lips. His eyes roamed your breathtaking body, adorned with the red dress and jewels he had gifted, and your messy bun hair revealing your inviting neck.

"You are so beautiful, m'lady."

He led you to a rather opulent table in front of a breathtaking view. A hand was around your waist, holding your belly along the way. You felt he caressed once in a while. His other hand was holding the one he brought to his lips.

He pulled the seat for you and made you sit down. "Thank you for accepting my invitation."  Instead of sitting across from you, he took a seat near to you. Then put one hand on the leg that was coming out of the slit of the dress and squeezed it a little. His grip was firm. "This dinner is important to me."

"May I ask why?" You asked, extremely nervous about his grip.

"There's no need to rush. I want us to enjoy the invitation first." After his eyes scanned your entire face, he shifted his gaze to your breasts. The dress was very revealing.

"As you wish."

You didn't talk much during the meal. Except for the dirty hints and compliments the Emperor made to you. Because he talked about them a ton of times. And he touched you a lot as he spoke.

"You look breathtaking." He brought his hand to your cheek.

"Your hair looks so soft. The jewelery I gifted you really suits your hair. I'd love to see it open, but the look of your neck makes it all worth it." He caressed your neck and shoulders.

"You look so attractive in that dress. I want to discover you while you're in it." He brought his hands to your bare back and slid them down your hips.

You just sent forced smiles where it was obvious that you were disturbed. Whether you forced a smile or not, Anakin knew how you felt. He knew how uncomfortable you were and how scared you were. He knew why you were obeying to his wishes. He also knew that you didn't love him. But he didn't care. He loved you, he wanted you, and he was going to get you.

"Beautiful senator, now that we're at the end of dinner, I can tell you about the importance of this evening." He grabbed your hand and got you on his lap. You clung to him in surprise, while he putting one hand around your bare back and the other grabbing your arm.

"I want you to be mine. Only mine." He pulled his hand away from your arm, rubbing it lightly on your breasts and gripping your chin. "I want you to be my Empress. You'll rule by my side. You'll be my woman."

He kissed your cheek several times as he gently stroked your back. "You'll get a quite comfortable life if you are with me. The safest place in the galaxy is next to me. No one can touch you." He lightly bit your neck, causing you to moan in pain.

"Beautiful senator, sweet senator... Come where you belong. Where you belong is my bedroom. What you deserve is me taking you down in pleasure and leave you there completely messy. What you deserve is me pleasing you in a way you deserve. You deserve a strong man to make you feel good, and that's me. I'll give you anything you want, anything you want is yours. Anything."

He removed his hand from your chin and slid it towards your most private area as he parted your legs. "All you have to do is being a beautiful doll in my bed. All you have to do is being my beautiful reward. It's a reward for being Emperor, for being the most powerful man in the galaxy. I deserve it."

He rubbed a finger into your slit as his hand slowly slid your panty. "If you become my lovely little lady, my lovely little Empress, I'll follow a milder regimen. Isn't that something you've always wanted?"

He stroked your clit slowly. "I'll protect you. I've always protected you, but it's different. It's not the same as the reputation you get when you become the Emperor's wife."

You couldn't object when you started getting wet. You couldn't go against him, you didn't have that power. He could do anything he wanted.

You didn't know what you did to get caught Anakin's attention. You didn't know if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand, you had the protection of the most feared man in the galaxy. He wasn't lying when he said that next to me is your safest place.

But on the other hand, the most feared man in the galaxy had an obsession with you. He wanted you. He wanted you in his bed, as his reward. And he was saying that if you accept this, he'll soften his cruel regime. It wasn't because he left the choice to you, he would take you anyway. In his mind, you were his. He just didn't want to scare you.

While you were getting more wet from his intense touches, he brought his hand on your back to your breasts and pulled your low-cut dress to reveal them. Your round, jewel-like, dazzling breasts. They were hard from the arousal, begging for Anakin's mouth.

He leaned forward and took one in his mouth as he brought his hand back to your back. After a few moments of torturing your hard nipple begging for attention, he pulled himself to move on to the other. "You were born to be the Emperor's wife. You were born to be my wife. Our destinies are bound together."

His fingers were soaked in the wet slit as he paid the same attention to your other nipple. The obscene sounds as he massaged your clit and slit from head to toe made Anakin's cock upright.

He pulled and buried himself in your neck. "You're mine. My beautiful little senator. How do you feel, huh? You feel so good, right? I satisfy my woman in the best way."

He reluctantly pulled his fingers out of your slit to get his cock out, begging to be released, and earned a whim from you.

"Don't worry, m'lady. I'll make you cum soon, the way you deserve." He revealed his thick and veiny cock with his crimson head. It slammed into the part of his belly button and stood in front of him. Your eyes widened when you saw it and groaned in fear.

Anakin smiled at you as he stroked his big cock. "Don't be scared my little wife. You'll take my dick. All the way. Your delicious little pussy was made for me."

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pinned you to his cock. He whispered while sucking on your earlobe. "My woman."

You thought you were falling apart as he slowly entered you. "Stop, please stop!" You cried while breathing deeply. "Too big!"

"Shh... You're taking me so well. You're great."  Pleasure made him dizzy as he inserted you halfway. You were so tight. He untied your hair and let it hang down your shoulders. Sucked on your neck as his fingers ran through your hair.

“No, stop…” You felt something warm flowing as you burst into sobs.

"Your little virgin cunt is only mine. Only mine." He didn't move for a while for you to get used to him when he finally in you. Ah, how you clenching around his cock.

"The galaxy will be at peace. If you please me, I will spare those worthless lives." Licking your tears, he brought his other hand to one of your breasts and squeezed it. "Don't cry, my beautiful wife. Soon you will cum around me."

You screamed as he started to move slowly. You pounded on his shoulders and tried to get away, but he pulled his hands from your hair and breast and wrapped them tightly around your waist. Increased his speed while keeping you steady.

"You're so good, you're so sweet. Your sweet little cunt hugs me so well..." As you sobbed, his grip hardened and he hit your cervix, making you jump. "Small, tight pussy."

As time passed, it didn't hurt like before and the spot he hit started to give you pleasure. Sensing this, Anakin hit harder there. "Is that there, hm? That's where you like it?" He was making you groan, bouncing on his lap. "My Empress is enjoying it there. That's where I'm going to make you a mess."

Your shaky moans filled the whole place as he made you bounce hard. Your juices were spreading everywhere, the wet sounds were so obscene.

"Ohh... yeah. Yeah. Just like that. Just like that, my baby. Just like that." He grabbed your hips and kneaded them. You threw your head back as he hit your spot hard. "Cum for me baby."

He pulled his hands from your hips and wrapped them around your waist again. Slipped in and out with incredible speed. "Cum for your Emperor."

You were screaming and moaning in your divine voice as his hits on your spot finally made you shiver and cum. Anakin hit you with hard, slow hits. One by one. He was growling every time, mumbling every time.

"You. came. so. beautiful."

One last hard hit. And then he cum into you.

"Mmh... My beautiful baby."

When you came down from the peak, you realized what happened and you started crying again. Anakin stayed inside as he got your hair in his fingers. He brought his face close to yours and kissed your cheeks.

"You were so good, my angel. You took me so well. Your little pussy is so tight, so tiny. So vulnerable and so needy for my hard dick. My beautiful wife." He kissed your lips passionately.

[creative-crybaby]

Yandere!Shiratorizawa 3rd Years Sharing Their Darling Manager

PAIRING: yan!Shiratorizawa 3rd years x fem!reader (though it’ll be divided between each third year)

GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, dubcon/noncon, stalking, violence, brief mentions of blood, biting, marking, hair-pulling, mentions of gangbangs, oral (f and m receiving), face-fucking, brief mention of double penetration, semi-public/public sex, non-consensual filming, blackmail, manhandling, manipulation, mentioned use of sex toys, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, creampie, mentions of squirting, size kink (sort of), breeding kink if you squint, degradation, praise, voyeurism, exhibitionism

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

SUMMARY: These are headcanons for the Shiratorizawa third years as yanderes. Even though they’re sharing you, their darling manager, this is about how each individual third year behaves, from their level of violence to their thoughts on sharing you. All characters are 18+ 

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

At first glance, you may not notice Ushijima’s strange behaviour. He’s still a man of few words, and his bluntness continues to come off as harsh, intentional or not. His team notices, though, and so do you. Sharp eyes dig holes in the back of your head, and you find him staring at you when you dare to turn around. He’s not the most affectionate person, but his attempts don’t go unnoticed. A large hand lingering on the small of your back, always standing a little too close; anyone outside the team would find his actions odd. He’s trying his best, so the least you can do is give him some credit.

He’s aware enough to know that his tendencies aren’t normal. Your voice may not waver when speaking to him, but your lack of eye contact says plenty. He sees you struggling to take his cock; it hurts, you’ll sob as he wipes your tears away. That’s not going to stop the ace, though. Why would he? You’re at his beck and call, as you should be. He knows his feelings are one-sided, but there’s still a part of him that’s convinced you’ll ultimately come to love them as well. Whether with time or through force, that’s up for you to decide. 

He doesn’t often resort to violence, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t need to. His towering figure is intimidating enough to steal you away from whoever you’re with. Anyone foolish enough to not take the hint, the volleyball captain threatens them. And should they put you in any kind of harm, he won’t hesitate to use physical force. The sound of pained cries still haunts you, but nothing compares to when he gets his team involved. The fool should’ve known better than to put their hands on you; this is merely their lesson. 

Rarely will the large man ever use physical force on you; even then, he knows his limits. He’s only pinning you down because you keep fighting back. Your attempts are futile; he’s stronger than you. Kicking and screaming won’t do you any good, you know. Keep up the bratty behaviour, and he’ll just have to force your legs apart. He doesn’t like making you cry, but what other choice does he have? Why won’t you just be compliant? He knows you’re capable of it. You can depend on him; he’s your safe space, after all.

Though sharing you with the team wasn’t Ushijima’s idea, it was his decision. He has enough power and influence to get you alone with him, sometimes letting Tendou tag along. He only ever steps in whenever he finds it necessary to do so. If Semi uses too much force for his liking or Yamagata’s going for another round without his permission, calling their name is more than enough to get them to stop. Otherwise, he doesn’t feel the need to rob his teammates of their fun. 

He has the most power out of everyone. The ace can stop the others from going further with you as well as take their place. His reputation at school is an advantage he’s not afraid of using, either. If anyone outside the team tries talking to you, he can stop them with a simple glare. He’ll steal you away for “managerial reasons” at any time, then split you in half with his cock in the storage room. His excuses are just a formality at this point; he can command you to do his bidding with a mere stare. You’re the team’s to share, but you belong to him.

Loves cumming inside you. Ushijima can’t help but admire the sheer panic on your face as he spills his load inside you. His mind goes into a haze as he watches his cum ooze out of your abused cunt, his fingers instinctively pushing the substance back in. He’s already thinking about going another round as his cock twitches back to life. He’ll make it his mission to fill you to the brim every time, so don’t waste a single drop, understand?

Semi Eita

You remember the day Semi found out Shirabu would be taking his place in the starting line. The ash-blonde spent the rest of the evening practicing his serves as you tried to calm him down. When he forced himself onto you in the middle of the gymnasium floor that night, you realized the dangers of his short temper. At the very least, he’s predictable. You know what to expect when anyone tests his patience, and his intentions are clear. Why would he keep his distance when he follows you? He should be able to walk alongside you, or are you hiding something from him? What’s up with you complimenting Shirabu? You shouldn’t coddle your underclassmen so much. Besides, you know how he feels about that damn second year. And don’t act all surprised when he pops by your dorm. Coach gave him a hard time, so he just needs a quick fuck. Try to keep quiet, yeah? He doesn’t need your dorm neighbours asking questions.

He’s the most delusional teammate. The pinch server knows his behaviour is socially unacceptable, but it doesn’t stop him from believing that you’re his. No matter how much you sob or wail or beg, he knows you enjoy being the team’s fucktoy deep down. He’s convinced himself you’ll eventually come to realize that your place is with them, with him. Everything he does to you is for you. He’ll fuck you as many times as necessary to finally drill it into your brain.

Semi barely has limits, if any at all. No matter how innocent the conversation, you’ll always catch him glaring at whoever is talking to you. Those who dare to get too close for his comfort will have to deal with his temper. God forbid anyone tries flirting with you. If someone hurts you, don’t be surprised if they don’t show up to school the next day. He doesn’t care how messy it gets. 

As for you, this pretty setter won’t hurt you unless he deems it necessary. When it comes to sex, rough seems to be the only option: harsh words laced with poisoned honey and a grip so tight it’ll leave bruises for days to come are a must. Though outside of that, he knows raising his voice is enough to get you to obey. On the rare days when you defend yourself, him wrapping his hands around your neck and squeezing put you in your place. He prefers letting out his aggression by forcing you to take his cock, so he’d appreciate it if you’d quit fighting back. 

Semi hates sharing. The most he’s willing to comply with is when he and another teammate have you at the same time. (As long as they don’t get in his way, of course.) With that in mind, the ash-blonde tries to get you alone with him whenever he can. Who cares if you’re at another school for a practice match or in the middle of practice? He needs you now. This possessive behaviour causes Ushijima to frequently step in. (You’d feel relieved if the captain wasn’t trying to keep you for himself as well.) As infuriating as the interruptions are, he’ll begrudgingly comply with the ace’s orders. He can only wait until his next opportunity to let his anger out on you. God knows you can’t be kept away from him forever.  

He’s definitely the most violent out of everyone. Hair-pulling, biting, choking; you’re not sure how you survive any of his encounters. He takes his anger out on you, grunting for you to “just fuckin’ take it” as he shoves his cock down your throat and slapping you before picking up the pace when fucking your pussy into oblivion. Even his kisses are rough, teeth clanking on impact and his tongue invading your mouth. No matter how many times he tells you he loves you afterwards, you’ll always feel like nothing more than a stress doll.

Loves leaving bruises and bite marks behind. There’s no point in you crying or begging him to stop; Semi doesn’t care. He’ll dig his nails into your hips as he forces you to bounce on his cock, his grip tightening as his release approaches. Blotches of magenta and deep blue stain your neck and chest, and he smirks as you struggle to hide the marks. When he has you bent over his lap, he makes sure every spank has the same impact as his serves. You’re his toy, too, and he should be able to remind others of this fact.

Ohira Reon

Ohira’s behaviour isn’t anything out of the ordinary, at least not to the public eye. He’ll sneak a few glances your way in class, but nothing too suspicious. And that’s the problem: he hasn’t changed. He’s noticed you struggle with your homework; he’ll be happy to help you with it! Just let him bounce you on his cock afterwards as a thank you. Those boxes look heavy; he can get those off your hands. It’s no trouble at all! You can always let him have an extra turn with you when the boys are passing you around. Everything he says and does, no matter how disturbing, is done with his usual gentle smile. Sometimes you forget he’s no better than his teammates with the way he soothes you with kind words. That’s all part of his plan, though. He’s still the sweet wing spiker that everyone at school knows him for, and that’s what terrifies you. 

With the way he treats you like you’re dating, you’d think the vice-captain is delusional. That’s not necessarily the case: like Ushijima, he believes you’ll eventually come around. Until then, he’s willing to accept your current feelings of fear towards him and the others. It still hurts him when your eyes dart to the nearest exit whenever you’re alone with them. When your body language shows clear signs of paranoia as you sit in class –yes, he noticed–, he wants nothing more than to pull you into his embrace. He hears you begging the team to stop, and it breaks his heart; it truly does. That doesn’t mean he’ll do anything about it, though. Still, he believes the least he can do is clean you up afterwards and let you cry on his shoulder. He’s not heartless, after all. 

That said, Ohira considers himself a pacifist. He sees no need to resort to violence, especially over anything trivial. Go ahead and talk to your friends, laugh at your classmate’s joke. Love confessions won’t be an issue: he can get you out of that situation. If he does get physical, it’s because Ushijima sent the team to hunt down the person who put you in danger. Even then, he’d prefer to hold you in his arms while the others do the dirty work. “Protecting you,” he calls it. 

The wing spiker wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. You mean the world to him; why would he ever want to hurt you? You can trust him. You should trust him. He’ll ease you in with a gentle voice and inviting words, comforting you as you cry in his arms. Even degradation lacks appeal to him; he’d prefer you knew how good your cunt feels squeezing his cock. It doesn’t matter how much you fight back or disobey him –you should know he’s stronger than you by now–, he’ll brush it off as he fucks another orgasm out of you. 

Ohira is willing to share. The only real con to the idea is that he won’t have you all to himself. Sure, you’re both in the same class, though he can’t do much there. It’s a real shame. However, unlike most of his teammates, the vice-captain is patient. Let the others fight for their turn with you; he’ll just wait for you to reach out for him, hoping for some kind of mercy. (And you do, much to his delight.) There’s mutual respect between him and Ushijima, so rarely will the ace stop him from proceeding. If he’s lucky, he can have multiple rounds with you, too! As long as he plays his cards right, he’s more than willing to comply with the arrangement. 

He’s also the kindest out of everyone. The wing spiker would never lay a hand on you, nor would he ever spit anything foul your way. You’ll sometimes catch him watching you from the shadows, but it’s for your protection, he assures. Sure, he ignores you when you try to pry him off you or tell him no. That said, he’ll still give you your privacy when he sees fit and always focuses on your pleasure first. With the perfect balance of constant doting and allowing you your freedom, he knows any form of independence would overwhelm you. And who will you crawl back to, but the person who was the most loving? Maybe “kind” isn’t the right word, per se, but you’ll depend on him regardless. You need him. He’s counting on it. 

Loves eating you out. Ohira strives to do his best in that department, whether he’s pinned you down or forcing you onto his face. He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. He’s proud to be the reason your legs are shaking after your nth orgasm. Your taste lingering on his tongue for the rest of the day is always a bonus, too. He can’t help himself; you’re so addicting. He could live between your thighs if you’d let him. It doesn’t matter if the other guys are there; at that moment, it’s just you and him.

Tendou Satori

Tendou can’t help but be obsessed with you: his little pet, his toy. He’s not afraid of letting you know how he feels, either. If he’s not stalking you in the halls –or anywhere for that matter– he’s pulling you into his arms or lap, making it your responsibility to entertain him. Won’t you cure him of his boredom? (Let’s see if anyone notices you cockwarming him. Doesn’t that sound fun?) Bone-crushing hugs are the norm with him as well, ones that last a little too long than what’s considered appropriate. But, hey, he scored the last point; you should congratulate him. (You can do so by letting him stuff your holes with cum after the match.) He blows up your phone with hentai at random hours throughout the day, videos of unspeakable acts performing before your very eyes. Something the two of you should try sometime, he texts. (It always ends up better than the videos, in his opinion.) It’s not his fault he loves you so much. You’re just so cute.

His actions are all the more terrifying when you realize he’s the most aware out of the entire team. He’s not doing anything out of the kindness of his heart, nor does he believe you’ll eventually come around. The middle blocker follows you around the school campus because he wants you on his radar as much as possible. He can’t help getting off on taunting you, either. Keep crying like that, and he swears he could cum in his pants! Oh, and don’t think he won’t use the recordings of your “sessions” as blackmail. Those videos are for him and the team exclusively, so it’d be a real shame if they got around. But what are you going to do about it? What can you do about it?

His limits may be practically non-existent, but Tendou knows there’s a time and place for everything. He can easily pull you away from unwanted people and situations without getting his hands dirty. That said, he’d be more than glad to beat the shit out of anyone who poses as a viable threat. He’ll give Ushijima the puppy-dog eyes as he begs his friend to let him have some fun. (Not that he needed permission, anyway.) 

As for you, the eccentric male prefers to torture you in other ways. Sometimes, he’ll ask himself: how many orgasms can he fuck out of you before you pass out? Can he make you beg for release by denying you your orgasms enough times? Which toy should he use this time? How many cocks can you take at once? Oh, how he can’t wait to find out! He loves watching you squirm, but he sees no reason to hurt you outside of sex. The one time you spat on him in retaliation had him moaning as his cock twitched to life. (He fucked your throat as a “reward” afterwards.) You knew better than to fight back since then. He just loves testing your limits!

It was the guess monster himself who convinced Ushijima of sharing in the first place. Seeing you struggle to take multiple athletic men is better than any porno he’s come across. He even records everything to jack off later. Plus, his friendship with the intimidating captain would give him more opportunities than the others; he can steal you away and push your limits as much as he pleases! (It’s a privilege he likes to rub in Semi’s face, making the setter all the more furious.) Seriously, he’s almost afraid of how ingenious he can be; he should’ve brought the idea up a long time ago!

He’s the touchiest out of everyone. Due to his eccentric nature, people tend to think nothing odd of Tendou’s behaviour. They believe his tight hugs and lingering touches are all innocent. From their perspective, he’s just peering at your notes over your shoulder; they don’t notice how he presses his bulge against the curve of your ass. Don’t worry! No one saw him groping your tits or sliding his hand under your skirt. Well, except the team, but they’re in on it, so it’s okay! There’s no point in you shooing him off; he just can’t keep his hands off you! 

Loves making you cry. Whether Tendou is threatening you with blackmail or having his way with you, he gets off on watching tears cascade down your flushed cheeks. You’re the prettiest when you’re sobbing, and it makes his cock throb. He doesn’t know what he loves more: edging you for what feels like hours or overstimulating you with his fingers. The control he has over you is as exhilarating as blocking his opponents. He can’t wait to find more ways to have you in tears.

Yamagata Hayato

You’re Yamagata’s addiction. He can’t seem to get enough of you. It’s not his fault he feels like pulling you onto his lap during lunch. You just look so hot in that skirt, and if he rubs his bulge against you to relieve himself, can you blame him? Just try not to make a scene if you don’t want to get caught. And sure, he dragged you away from someone mid-conversation –no, he wasn’t spying on you–, but he didn’t like the way they were looking at you. Plus, it’s been a while since he’s pounded into that sweet little cunt of yours. It’s an emergency, he says. Now be a good manager and help a poor guy out, yeah?

With the number of excuses he makes just to get you alone with him, you’d think the libero is oblivious to your discomfort. That’s not the case at all. He simply chooses to ignore it. The only time he’s even close to delusional is when he’s fucking you. He can’t help but get drunk off your tight cunt. All rationality goes out the window; can you blame him when you’re milking his cock for all its worth? He’s grunting louder because you make him feel that good. Oh, you feel so fucking good. You shouldn’t have an issue with him biting onto your shoulder; weren’t you just telling him to keep it down? Just a little longer, and he’ll finish soon. Don’t worry: when he finally comes down from his high, he’s back to his old self. (You’ve got some cum on your skirt, by the way; you might want to clean that up.)

Of course, Yamagata recognizes what he’s doing is wrong. He just doesn’t care. He sees that you’re scared, and yeah, beating your classmate to a bloody pulp for making you laugh is taking things too far. He’s not going to stop, though. So what if the guy he’s been punching is barely conscious? The creep wouldn’t leave you alone; crying won’t do you any good. Let your reliable teammate clean up this mess and hold you in his arms. He’ll take care of the bruised knuckles later, so just ignore the blood, okay?

As for you, the libero sees no reason as to why he should harm you. You’re his precious little slut; why would he want to break you? Sure, he fucks rough and loves degrading you –you’re pretty cute when you cry– but not to the point where you’d mistake his behaviour for hatred. You can still walk, can’t you? No one will notice you limping, so you have no reason to worry. 

When it comes to sharing, he’s indifferent. Yamagata loves having you all to himself, but he can’t deny that watching you take multiple cocks at once is the hottest thing ever. He’ll never get tired of fucking you from behind while you try not to gag on Tendou’s dick. And the way your eyes cross as he and Semi force you to take their cocks in your pussy at the same time makes him cum twice as hard. Look at that: you can’t even tell who’s fucking what hole anymore. With their current arrangements, he might as well see the positive in every situation, right?

He’s also the riskiest out of everyone. While he puts in the effort to find an abandoned room to pull you in, sometimes his impatience overpowers his caution. The hallway’s empty, so just get on your knees already. Classes are on for another 15 minutes; no one’s going to see you get your throat fucked. With the way Yamagata puts little-to-no effort into keeping quiet, you imagine he enjoys the possibility of being caught. He even had no issue bending you over the volleyball cart in the storage room with Goshiki only a few feet away from the door. What would your little underclassman think if he caught you getting fucked like this? You couldn’t look the first year in the eyes after that.

Loves rough and messy sex. Yamagata is entranced watching you squirt all over his pelvis and thighs after pounding into your abused cunt.Your drool slobbering down his cock as he fucks your throat is pure heaven. And facials? God, those are his favourite; hot ropes of cum spurting out and decorating your tear-stained face, he swears he could go feral. He even puts in the extra effort to make sure he doesn’t misplace his phone just so he can take photos of you looking like a complete whore. Try all you want: cleaning yourself up won’t change the fact that he has a whole file in his gallery dedicated to you.

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[yanderes-galore]

How about some Yandere! Big Daddy BioShock, where the reader is from the surface finds Big Daddy's Little Sister and takes care of her and if she has hurt takes care of her wound...

Sure! Merged both requests as they were pretty similar. Made as a concept as it was not specified.

Yandere! Big Daddy with Motherly! Darling

Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Darling forced into a family role, Blood mention, Forced affection, Implied murder if you squint.

- You came down to Rapture from the surface for one reason or another.

- Soon you start to regret such a decision, however, as everywhere you go there's danger.

- Which makes you even more worried when you find a small child bleeding in a corner.

- Almost ghoulish yellow eyes stare at you when you look over her tattered appearance from a distance.

- "Oh, you poor dear... don't worry, I won't hurt you, okay?"

- She doesn't trust you that much but you carefully kneel and hold out your hand.

- "That wound looks bad... here, I may have some first-aid."

- "Where's Mister Bubbles...?"

- You aren't sure what she's talking about but assure her that you'll watch over her until you find her parent.

- If they're still here.....

- After some effort you manage to get the Little Sister's trust and bandage her up.

- You wonder what caused such a girl to look almost...dead, but there were a lot of unanswered questions you had about Rapture that you could try and find out later.

- You didn't expect the girl to willingly follow you through Rapture.

- Yet it seems she trusted you enough to keep her safe.

- She even called you mama a few times... it was strangely heartwarming.

- You don't realize the trouble you got yourself into before you see a Big Daddy roaming the area.

- Noticeably it had no Little Sister.

- "Mama, look! Mister Bubbles!"

- You freeze when the large creature turns to see you with the Little Sister clinging to your leg.

- "Honey... Is that your, erm, 'Mister Bubbles'?"

- The Big Daddy steps closer with a groan.

- "Yes, mama! You should meet him! I'll tell him all about you!"

- You were surprised the Big Daddy wasn't attacking, maybe due to the Little Sister being so affectionate about you.

- "You... go do that, dear-"

- You then allow the Little Sister to run off to her protector before backing away.

- It'll be best if you leave now before you get attacked...

- "Wait, mommy! Where are you going? Daddy likes you!"

- You stop in your tracks, slowly turning to see the Big Daddy approach with the little girl on its back.

- What did she mean by likes you?

- This is how you end up acquainted with the Big Daddy that's obsessed with you.

- His Little Sister seems to enjoy your company a lot, he can't bear to have her upset, so you're forced to hover around the two.

- You want to go back to the surface desperately....

- Yet each time you try to wander off, you're dragged back by the Big Daddy and placed on his back with the Little Sister.

- At first he feels he should protect you because you helped his little girl....

- Then it slowly develops into a distorted sense of affection towards you.

- Your trio is like a twisted family, complete with a mother, father, and child.

- He just melts when he sees you and the Little Sister playing around.

- Perhaps he feels this scene is familiar in some part of his human past.

- It's hard for the Big Daddy to show affection towards you but that doesn't stop him.

- Sudden hugs with the non weaponized arm are one way.

- Mock kisses are also attempted, which mostly consist of him raising you to his helmet and pressing your face against it.

- The less forceful form of affection is him patting your head like he does with the Little Sister you take care of.

- Even if you only care for the Little Sister, you learn to tolerate the Big Daddy for her sake.

- The one upside is you are kept rather safe.

- Splicers don't last long when they threaten you or the Little Sister beside you.

- Other Big Daddy + Little Sister duos also don't see you as a threat upon noticing how you have a duo of your own.

- In a way this odd fixation the Big Daddy has for you actually aids you in your survival of Rapture.

- The problem is, how do you leave?

[icntblvfreudwasrite]

Indulgence Pt. 2 (Dabi)

Hello hungry, hungry whores (affectionate)!!! Here’s what we’ve all been waiting for: the fun stuff. Again, be warned that this will be tw: noncon.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI; I’m serious.

TW: dark content (kidnapping, heavy non-con). Please don’t read or interact if any of these things (or adjacent themes) are triggering to you. And remember, this behavior is only acceptable in fiction. If these things are happening to you in real life, please contact local authorities and/or tell loved ones.

AFAB reader and she/her/hers pronouns.

People who reblog are the sexiest people on earth, js.

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“Hi, doll,” he greeted.

Tears started welling up in her eyes. “Just let me go,” she whimpered.

“And what guarantee do I have that you won’t run to the police the second I do that,” he inquired, taking a step closer to her. “You now know where the League of Villains base is. A good citizen wouldn’t just sit on such important information.”

She took a cautious step back towards the door in response and wrapped her arms around herself. “I promise I won’t.”

He pouted at her, mockingly. “You promise? Pinky promise?” he asked as he continued to walk towards her. 

His steady approach seemed to spur her into action, and she bolted for the door. But when she pulled, it wouldn't open. He could see her panicking and tugging on the handle desperately as he made his way over to her. He pressed up against her back, hands settling against the wall on either side of her. 

“Aw, is it locked, baby?”

“Please, please, please. I won’t say anything, just let me leave,” she begged. But Dabi ignored her completely. He let his hands slide down the wall and wrap around her waist, leaning in to kiss the nape of her neck softly. “Now, why would I want to do that?” he whispers in her ear.

She started to squirm in his hold and claw at his arms, eventually managing to pull out one of the staples on the back of his right hand. He hissed in pain and turned her around to pin her hands to the wall and push his hips into hers. 

He heated up his palms, just enough to make it hurt and leave angry red burn marks in their wake. That got the reaction he wanted; she cried out before looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Stop, please, it hurts.”

Dabi turned off his quirk but dug his nails into the burns to really send his message home. He leaned in to whisper, “Sweetheart, you’re cute when you try to fight back, but you make me bleed again, and I’ll burn your skin until it looks like mine. Got it?” She let out a little scream and closed her eyes, tears sliding down her face. Dabi couldn’t help but lick them off, causing her to shriek and try to pull away. He chuckled at her struggle. “Why don’t we take this somewhere else. Unless you want me to fuck you up against this door and risk someone walking in on us. Maybe you would like that, baby?”

Her eyes snapped open, and she shook her head. “No, no, please no. I don’t want this, just let me go. I’m begging you, please.”

Dabi clicked his tongue at her. “You don’t want it? Baby, you don’t have a choice, though. Besides, I want you begging for something else.” The last statement made her start struggling in earnest, squirming and trying to buck his hips off, only to end up grinding into his clothed cock. He groaned into her neck and pressed into her further. “That’s right, princess. Do it again, just like that.”

“No, no, never,” she cried. She switched tactics and threatened to scream if he didn’t get off her. He kept grinding his hips into hers. “Go ahead. This is a bad part of town, no one’s gonna give a shit about another person screaming bloody murder.”

She doesn’t seem to believe him though because she opened her mouth to yell anyway. Before she could get a sound out though, Dabi kissed her and took the opportunity to lick into her mouth. She immediately bit down on his tongue, and glared at him when he pulled back in pain and surprise. When he finally registered the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, he started laughing and watched as her fierce expression turned into one of abject terror. He was still laughing when he told her, “I’m gonna make this hurt so much, you’re gonna wish you were you’d never been born.”

Apparently, that’s when she started to take his threats seriously because she began apologizing immediately. “No, no I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I won’t do it again. Please. I’ll be good. I swear, I’ll be good.” 

“It’s a little late for that. I warned you before, didn’t I, princess? You did this to yourself,” he said as he tugged her towards his bedroom by her forearm. She didn’t go easily, digging her heels into the floor and repeatedly hitting the arm holding hers, but that didn’t deter Dabi at all. He was much stronger than he looked, and her little punches felt like nothing. Once he managed to get her to his room, he threw her onto the bed and locked the door behind him. Then, he kicked off his shoes, shed his jacket and pulled off his shirt before turning back to his darling, who was pressed up against the headboard, trying to make herself as small as possible. She shook her head wildly as he approached, holding her hands out in front of her as if to push him away. 

Dabi smiled again. God, she looks so cute all scared like that. He grabbed her by the ankles to pull her back down onto the bed, prying her legs apart to settle in between them and pinning her wrists again. She looked beautiful to him, teary-eyed with her hair splayed out on the pillow underneath her head.

“Please don’t,” she whispered as if that would be enough to convince him to let her go. In response, he pressed kisses down the side of her neck before suddenly biting down hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark. Her shriek was music to his ears, and her begging and struggling was getting him even harder in his pants.

He continued attacking her neck, bloodying and bruising it to his heart’s content. He couldn’t get enough of her screaming through her sobs. She sounded so pretty. He finally pulled back to admire his work and immediately decided that he could definitely get used to this view. 

Her eyes were closed but tears were leaking out non-stop. Visible tear tracks ran down her neck, which was a mix of blues, purples, and reds with some of the bite marks already clotting up. He wrapped a hand around her neck and squeezed, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes flew open, and she desperately pulled at his hand to try to pry it away.  

“Baby,” he cooed in her ear. “This is all your fault. I would’ve taken you so nice and gentle. You would’ve enjoyed it. I would’ve made you cum as many times as you wanted. But look at what you made me do.”

She looked back up at him, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry,” she managed to let out in a hoarse whisper. He let up on her throat a little bit, allowing her to take a half a breath in. 

“What was that, sweetheart? Did you say something?”

“I’m sorry. Please. One more chance,” she whispered. 

Dabi let go of her throat, and she turned to her side to take in as much air as she could. “Okay,” he said as he stroked the side of her face. “Third time’s the charm, right? You’re gonna be good, babydoll?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, I will be.” Her voice was a little rough from her screaming and being choked, and he found it so sexy. He wanted her to sound completely ruined though. Dabi rolled over onto his back and lifted his hips up to take off his jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He looked over at his doll. “Come here,” he said, gesturing in between his legs. She crawled over on shaky hands and knees and waited for him to say something. 

“Convince me,” he said.

She looked confused. “W-what?”

“Convince me,” he repeated. “Suck my cock so good that I decide to forgive you.” She was still hesitating, and Dabi lost his patience. He grabbed her hair and tugged her face to his. “Don’t fucking make me ask again,” he threatened before shoving her back down towards his dick. 

She immediately took his cock into her mouth and sucked around the head. Dabi let out a groan and instantly shoved her down further, making her gag. Her eyes widened in surprise and she pushed against his thighs, desperately trying to breathe, but he didn’t let up for another few seconds. She started coughing when she finally was let off his cock, but Dabi didn’t want to go too long without her around him. He pushed her back down and made her go further and further every time she took him into her mouth until her nose hit his pubic hair. 

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned out. She looked so pretty gagging on his cock, and he let himself enjoy the view for a short while before pulling her off and letting go of her hair. She immediately collapsed onto the bed, coughing violently.

He sat up and regarded her broken form still recovering from the lack of oxygen. He scooped her up into his lap, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her gently. Then, he pulled away.

“You know, sweetheart,” he started, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “I did a lot of the work there. All you did was keep your mouth open. And trust me, I’m not complaining. You’ve got a mouth made to be filled with cock, but I’m not convinced.”

She started shaking again. “I’m sorry, honey. You’ll have to do a better job next time, okay?” he said, pulling her into his chest and kissing the top of her head. He heard her breath hitch. “Next time?” she asked softly. 

“Yeah. You’re gonna be my new cumdumpster. You’re gonna warm my bed, and then be my good little doll when I come home to fuck out all of my frustrations. That sound okay?”

This, apparently, was a revelation, she wasn’t prepared for because she started pushing at his chest and her sobbing resumed. He let her try and fight for a few seconds before shoving her back onto the bed. He reached under her dress to take off her underwear while she did her best to kick him off. Once he got them off, he took the time to admire the little flowers dotting the white cotton. 

“These are really cute, baby but you’re not gonna need to wear them when you’re with me,” he said, activating his quirk to burn the panties to ash. Then, he spread her legs to expose her pussy. Immediately, her hands came down to cover herself, but he caught her wrists in one hand. “You know they say that the color of your pussy matches the color of your nipples. Let’s check.”

And before she could react, he tore the top of her dress open. She tried to cover up again, and Dabi was beyond annoyed at this point. “Next time you hide yourself from me, I’ll start to pick off fingernails one by one. Make sense?” Immediately, she started trembling, but she moved her arms by her head. 

“There you go, princess,” he cooed, drinking in the sight of soft breasts and nipples puckered from the cold. “Well not quite the same color, but still pretty.”

He dove down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping to his heart’s content. Eventually, he reached down to swipe a finger against her slit. She was dripping. He looked up at her with a devilish grin. “Are you actually enjoying this?”

She refused to make eye contact with him or answer.

“Well, that’s great,” he said. “Won’t have to waste time prepping you.”

That got her attention. Her eyes snapped back to him, just as he lined himself up with her entrance. She opened her mouth to protest, but it turned into a silent scream as Dabi sheathed himself inside of her in one thrust. 

“Fuck you’re tight,” he said, before pulling out and thrusting back in balls deep. He set a slow pace, fucking into her deep as she pushed at his hips.

“Take it out, please,” she sobbed. “It hurts so bad, just take it out.”

He licked his thumb before reaching down to play with her clit. “Shh, shh. It’s okay baby, you’re fine. It’ll feel good in a second,” he cooed.

And true to his word, soon, she started biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans. 

“Aww, you’re no fun,” he said, before backhanding her across the face. “Let me hear you this time.”

All he got out of her was a pathetic sob though. Clearly, the slap across the face had killed the mood for her. Well, if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself, that wouldn’t stop Dabi. He hadn’t had a pussy this tight in ages, and he was going to fully enjoy it no matter what. Even if the duration of his enjoyment would be much shorter than he had anticipated.  He wasn’t expecting to be this turned on, and he could feel himself getting close.

“Fuck, doll. Your little pussy keeps sucking me in. I think you might want this. Might want me to come inside you too. What do you think?”

That led to a hysterical chorus of no’s and please’s from her. Just what he liked to hear. 

“Aw does the poor thing not want a little rape baby inside of her?” he asks, mockingly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You won’t get pregnant the first time. Probably.” 

But imagine if she did. That’s the image that ultimately tipped Dabi over the edge. His pretty little fucktoy all round and swollen with leaking tits and fuller hips. Fuck, that sounded good. His hips stuttered in their pace while he filled, what was now his pussy, with white, hot cum. And not a moment too soon because there was a loud bang when Shigaraki slammed his door open. 

“Will you and your little whore shut up,” he snarled. “Some of us -” 

“Are getting hard-ons,” Dabi finished for him, pointing at the obvious tent in his pants.

“Are trying to work,” snapped Shigaraki, tugging his ratty hoody down. 

Dabi turned back to his little darling, who had her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clamped over her mouth, shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll just gag you for round two.”

[aminiatureworld]

An Unexpected Rival

Characters: Childe, Scaramouche, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,556

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When thinking about fighting for the affections of someone, one normally imagines great declarations of love and promises of loyalty. But sometimes that’s not it. Sometimes it’s simply living with a being that hates you more than anything.

In which the reader’s pet hates their s/o

Author’s Note: I did give the pets names because I felt I couldn’t really refer to them as “your pet” the whole time. I also am not a pet owner. Still I hope you enjoy! 

Going to try non bullet pointed for a bit. We’ll see how it goes!

Childe

Honestly you didn’t know what to do.

Here you were, standing in the middle of the living room of your apartment, trying desperately not to laugh at the sight of your dog sitting directly on the chest of your much beleaguered partner.

You hadn’t really considered the consequences of introducing Childe to Lacey. I mean, how badly could the interactions be between the man you were convinced was your soulmate and the nicest golden retriever that had ever existed? If there was going to be issues you’d reasoned it would be on Childe’s side. So when your partner lit up at the mention of your fluffy child, you’d assumed all would be well.

Evidently that was not the case. You knew that Lacey could be clingy on occasion, but she’d really been making an effort these past few weeks. Knocking your partner out of the way when you two walked through the door together, refusing to stop walking when you two met up at a park or on the street, refusing to answer to Childe’s attempts at affection. It was almost impressive, the lengths Lacey was willing to go to establish her position as Number One Childe Hater – especially impressive considered the well-attested competition, including but not limited to a Fatui Harbinger.

Now you sprung into action as best you could, bottling up the giggles that threatened to erupt at any moment.

“Childe!” You exclaimed, walking closer. Lacey still refused to stand up, but her tail thumped excitedly against the floor, and she let out a short whine of appreciation. Unfazed by this cry for praise you sighed. “Lacey! Get up! Honestly, you’re not being a very good testament to your intelligence right now.”

Nudging her slightly you sighed with relief as the golden retriever sprang up, attacking your hands and face with kisses as you dragged Childe up to a sitting position. Childe at least seemed unfazed by the sudden attack, letting out a mere “oof”, and smiling a slightly embarrassed smile.

“I’m really sorry about this Childe.” You said, hands still batting away Lacey’s frantic activity as she attempted to get you to focus on her.

“It’s alright. Just, wow she’s a heavier girl than I expected.”

“Hopefully no squished organs?”

“Archons no! It’ll take more than this girl to fell me, don’t you worry.” Childe attempted to give Lacey a pet, but the dog that had just before been laying all over him now scampered out of the way, instead pawing at your back.

“Lacey! Stop being so rude! Urgh, and here I was hoping that you two would be somewhat settled before I went on my trip.”

You sighed, letting your head drop into the palms of your hand, not wanting to think about what might happen during the week and a half that Childe would be required to take care of Lacey. Would she even let him in the apartment to feed her? What about walks and the like? Were you going to come home to all our warfare? Childe seemed to understand your quickly dropping mood, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing small circles with his thumb, even as Lacey whined and began pawing at his arm.

“I promise it’ll be alright my dear. We’ll manage while you’re gone and who knows? Maybe by the time you get back we’ll be thick as thieves, and then you’ll be the one getting sat on.”

“Who knows.” You let out a burst of laughter. But even as you two shared this moment of levity your mind continued to spin its threads, dreading the days to come and what you’d be presented with the day you got back.

 “Alright, what’re we going to do.”

Childe stood in the foyer, hands on his hip, irritation in his heart. Lacey seemed to be mimicking the gesture, chest puffed out proudly as she stared the Harbinger down. They must’ve been standing like that for at least ten minutes, Childe thought to himself, ten minutes of staring and nothing yet done. It was beginning to grate on him, and were it not for the fact that you’d have to pay for damages, he was quite tempted to vault over the nearby furniture, if only so he could get to the kitchen and have this miserable showdown be over.

He didn’t dislike Lacey, no Childe didn’t think he could truly dislike any dog if he tried. He used to dream of owning a wolf pup, of flopping around in the snow with his companion, running as fast as he could and still being chased down with a crash, before being bombarded by affectionate pawing and kisses. These memories seemed quite silly when faced with the reality of caring for a dog however, and now he wanted only to bang his head against the wall, and maybe pass out from the exertion.

“I get that you love your owner.” He spoke again, how long had he been talking to this dog? “But I don’t think this is the way to win their heart.”

Lacey said nothing, simply narrowing her eyes and letting out a slightly hiss. Still Childe continued on.

“And like it or not you are going to have to eat eventually. So I suggest if you’re going to misbehave, that you should at least do it on a day when I’m not your primary caretaker.”

When there was still no movement from Lacey Childe sighed. That evening when he returned to his own apartment it was with the unfortunate knowledge that golden retriever bites hurt a lot more than he’d expected them too.

 It was storming, and the city of Liyue had transformed from a glistening city to one of mud and rusted iron. Childe swore under his breath as he pulled his coat closer around him, desperately trying to keep as dry as possible. Who knew if he’d be able to make it to your bedroom and grab one of his spare shirts with Lacey acting like he was a burglar instead of well known acquaintance? The song and dance between the two of them was grating. Feeding your golden retriever being nearly impossible, not to mention the times when Childe half dragged Lacey through the most half assed of walks. Really how could such a gentle spirit turn so stubborn so quickly? Childe didn’t know, all he knew was that the sooner you came home the sooner he could stop worry about being nipped at the heels.

The sight that met Childe at the entrance to your apartment was jarring. Instead of the usual irritated dog Childe was met with utter silence, and a stillness that betrayed the fact that not only was Lacey not in the hall, but she was also avoiding the kitchen and the living room.

“Lacey?” Childe called out, getting no answer but the whipping of wind and the rumble of thunder. “I swear if you managed to run off – Lacey!”

Going further down the hall Childe finally heard the sound of muffled whimpering. Walking into your bedroom he spied Lacey under the bed, eyes filled not with disdain, but with anxiety.

“Lacey, why in Teyvat are you here?”

There was no reply, until suddenly another clap of thunder shook the walls. Lacey let out a yelp and crawled under the bed a little more, flattening her head against the floor, although there was not much room left in that department. Childe stared at this for a second letting the pieces fall into place. He just couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that this was the same Lacey who so fearlessly guarded the apartment against his entrance every day.

This slight smugness was extinguished rather quickly though, instead replaced with a sense of pity, and the need to make this poor girl feel the least bit better.

“Hey, hey it’ll be alright.” Childe spoke softly. For a moment he left the room, but quickly he returned, towels and blankets in hand, praying that you wouldn’t mind that he messed up your closet a little bit.

“Let’s make a fort, shall we?”

Not waiting for any sort of acknowledgment Childe began to pile up the covers on your bed, making sure to lay down towels in case you were worried of shedding. At first Lacey did nothing much than scooch out enough to watch him, but within the next flash of lightning she was up and moving, diving under the makeshift fort and clambering around Childe, as if trying to find out if she could burrow through the Harbinger.

“I know, I know, it’s pretty scary out there, huh?” Childe ruffled Lacey’s head slightly. “But you’ll see, it’ll pass soon enough. And then we can go back to fighting, alright.”

Lacey let out a whine, but nevertheless began to settle down, lying down and once more resting her head on her paws.

“There’s a good girl.” Childe smiled softly. “You aren’t that bad you know. At least you aren’t that bad when you’re not trying to bite my leg off.”

Your surprise at the improvement in Childe-Lacey relations was somewhat immense when you returned. Though Childe refused to say what had managed to form such a bond between your disgruntled pet and him, only that he hoped you didn’t mind dog hair on your bed. Lacey, for her part, no longer tried to sit on your partner.

Even if she still pushed him out of the way when you came home.

 Scaramouche

Scaramouche could deal with a lot of things. He could deal with the fact that your parrot wouldn’t let the man within three feet of the parrot’s cage without attempting to bite his hands off. He could deal with the obnoxiously loud clicking whenever he got too close to you, and he could deal with fact that your parrot was fond of yelling random phrases at him in the most aggressive tone Scaramouche had ever heard. Scaramouche could deal with all of that. What he couldn’t deal with is what your parrot insisted on calling him, no matter how much time was spent saying: “Scaramouche. I am Scaramouche!”

“Electro boy? Really?”

“I’m sorry Scara,” you let out a giggle, “I didn’t know what your name was when I first saw you.”

Oh Scaramouche was sure of that, but did that really mean that Oliver had to call him solely by that title? It didn’t help that you must’ve referred to Scaramouche an awful lot as “Electro Boy” for it to be the name that stuck in Oliver’s mind. And regardless of how many times you used the title, it was one thing for you to use the nickname. It was quite another thing for Oliver to, since, unlike in your case, Oliver’s use of “Electro Boy” could be nothing but derogatory.

Scaramouche had long given up in wooing the errant parrot over. If they were to be mortal enemies, so be it. He’d dealt with that before.

“Oh Scaramouche, you must be joking!” You’d exclaimed when he’d revealed this train of thought, cupping his face in your hand and pressing affectionate kisses to his face. He’d let you do so, let you imagine that one day there might be a reconciliation. But in his heart he knew. Unless Oliver learned to stop with the name calling, Scaramouche would never forgive him for the insult.

“I wish you would write.” You whispered.

Pain skirted through Scaramouche’s face, but still he refused the promise that you needed. You knew that Scaramouche would never be able to have a normal relationship with you, that these trips were necessary, were a part of him that you’d never be able to wrench away. Still, the least he could do was promise to write. Without his writings, well how could you even be sure he was alive?

“I’m sorry.” Scaramouche whispered. Leaning in so your foreheads were touching he let out a sigh, warming your lips with his breath. “I cannot promise I will write. I wouldn’t like to break a promise to you.”

“I know.” You whispered back, shaking your head as much as you could. “Still, I’d almost rather a broken promise.”

“You wouldn’t. I know it would drive you mad.”

“Perhaps, but better than nothing?”

You two stood there, basking in silence. A familiar cry broke the reverie.

“Electro Boy! Electro Boy!” A series of clicks accompanied the sudden shriek. There was no better way to break the spell. Almost immediately Scaramouche pulled away. Walking towards the door he paused, turning around one more time.

“I’ll miss you.”

Those words washed over you, their owner having been carried away with the wind.

 Scaramouche hurried up the steps, anticipation keep his pace quick and his thoughts a jumble of fragments. The long mission he’d been sent on was finally over, and now he could think not of noisy soldiers, nor of the people who continually disappointed him, but of you. He couldn’t wait, every step on the staircase felt like an obstacle, something he must triumph against to reach you. Finally arriving at your door he barely paused, stepping this way and that as he opened the door before striding into the hallway as fast as he could.

“I’m home.” He called into the afternoon light. Almost immediately two things happened. One was that you leapt off your position on the couch, practically barreling yourself into his arms. The second was that Oliver began to screech, hopping from one foot to the other in an indecipherable dance.

“Scara, you’re home!” You cried, exclamation by the way you buried your face into his shoulder.

“Scara! Scara! Scaramouche!” Oliver echoed. The words made Scaramouche freeze up, taken aback as he was by their usage.

“What was that Oliver?” He called out, not altogether sure if the parrot would even reply to him. Scaramouche had really only referred to Oliver by name the first time he met him. After that you had to settle with “the bird” or “the noisemaker”. This time, however Scaramouche couldn’t help but use it. This was, after all, a matter of great importance.

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche, who’s a pretty bird?” Oliver tittered irreverently.

His tone was still somewhat sharp, Scaramouche never heard Oliver snap at you the way he did him, but nevertheless the words had struck a chord. Finding himself at a loss for words Scaramouche stared at you, trying to figure out what was going on.

“That’s probably my fault,” you laughed hesitantly, “I guess I was talking about you more than I thought. It’s only that, well I missed you an awful lot. And Oliver is my confidante, he always has been. So I guess I’ve just been talking a lot to him about you. I’ve really missed you…”

Scaramouche felt his heart soften. Leaning over he pressed a kiss to your forehead, much to the indignation of Oliver, who twittered away as normal. Still, it was better than it had been before. And, if Scaramouche could admit it to himself, he didn’t mind the idea of you pouring out to Oliver how much you missed him. It made him feel important, feel whole. And if your rude bird had helped at all, then Scaramouche could find it in him to respect Oliver, though only a little.

“I’m glad you thought of me.” He whispered to you. “And I’m glad you still had a confidante to talk to.”

And if the result was a parrot who no longer called him “Electro Boy”, then all the better.

 Xiao

Honestly Xiao couldn’t really see the appeal of pets. Something that was only cemented when he met your cat.

“And this is Honey.” You’d said softly, picking up the orange feline and cradling her in your arms. The cat made no sounds, instead it stared straight at Xiao, eyes narrow, gaze untrusting. Xiao was equally out of depths in this matter. What was he supposed to do? Pet it, presumably. Reaching out with hesitant fingers Xiao almost immediately pulled away, dodging an onslaught of clawing.

Ever since then there seemed to have been an odd hierarchy established, at least in Honey’s mind. She never let Xiao sit next to you, oh no, that would’ve been too generous. Instead Honey squeezed into the space between you two, no matter how small and wow was it small sometimes, meowing angrily as Xiao passed his arm over her head to hold your hand. Sometimes she’d try the tactic of walking all over you, lying on your lap, wrapping herself around your shoulders, and all the time glaring at Xiao as if he’d brought some sort of catastrophe on her for daring to try and get close to you.

“Your cat hates me.”

“She does not!” You exclaimed. “Honey doesn’t hate anyone! She just needs to get used to you.”

“She hates me. She thinks I’m beneath her.”

Xiao glared up at Honey, who was looming over the conversation via the bookshelf in your bedroom. Honey’s eyes narrowed and for a moment Xiao felt as if he’d somehow spilled the cat’s secrets. It wasn’t his fault that he knew what she was thinking. After all, hadn’t Xiao been like that for a time? An ornery soul who found most interactions beneath him? Who knew he’d be on the receiving end of that relationship someday. He certainly didn’t appreciate it now.

“You just need to get used to one another.” You continued to assure Xiao. “Honey’s a little bit possessive. It’s nothing personal. She’ll get over it.”

Well it’d been four weeks since that conversation and unfortunately Honey showed exactly zero signs of “getting over it”. Though perhaps she wasn’t clawing at him anymore, maybe because you’d actually scolded her for it, the gaze never left her eyes. The fact that she meowed loudly whenever Xiao made more contact than hand holding also didn’t help her case.

 Xiao sighed, staring at the sky as the sun began its descent beyond the peaks of Liyue. A cluster of trees ringed the back part of your house – trees apparently planted by your grandparents – and Xiao enjoyed perching in them to watch the sunset.

“At least here the cat will leave me alone.” He muttered.

It’d been a tiring day. Honey had been in a particularly bad mood – probably the result of Xiao staying the night – and the atmosphere in the house had become somehow so tense that Xiao figured taking a hike wouldn’t be a bad idea. Even if he found the whole exercise a bit demeaning.

“I’m losing to a cat.” Xiao called flatly out into the air. There was no reply of course, but he didn’t mind that. Imagine what his fellow adepti would think of him now, flailing around, trying to win the affections of a furball whose favorite pastime was being as irritating as possible.

Now Xiao heard a familiar yowl. Glancing down he spied Honey, hair standing on end, gripping a branch as if her life belonged to it. An old conversation rose to the front of his mind. Something about cats being able to go up trees very easily, but not so much down. What an idiotic creature, he thought to himself.

Still it’d be ill form to leave the poor idiot clutching onto the branch, so fighting his smugness as beset he could Xiao leaned over and attempted to wrench the cat from the branches. Honey let out a series of shrieks, claws digging into the bark, but eventually she relinquished and Xiao pulled her up onto his lap. Almost immediately she began pawing at his chest, meowing her indignancy.

“I know.” Xiao glared at the cat. “But they wouldn’t be very happy if you got stuck.”

As if to reply Honey narrowed her eyes, turning around to look at the skyline, rather than acknowledge the adeptus she was now laying on. Xiao hummed in response.

“You know things would be easier if you weren’t so aggressive.”

A meow in response.

“I don’t understand you. I don’t understand why you’re so territorial.”

Another meow.

“I suppose I’m like that. I also want them to myself. Things would be easier without you clawing at me. But they love you, and that’s what matters. I don’t know why but they do.”

Silence, perhaps Honey was insulted by the way Xiao spoke.

“I can’t say I’ll love you. But I’ll try to like you. As long as you try to like me.”

Silence again, but this time Xiao took it as an assent. Letting out a sigh he turned back towards the horizon, gaze drifting towards the peaks that Honey too was watching with interest. The night was alive with the soft chirps of insects, and a faint breeze ruffled Xiao hair, dancing through Honey’s fur. Xiao let out a sigh and, nemesis on his stomach, allowed himself a little rest.

You stared at the mismatched pair, a smile playing on your lips. How funny they looked, curled up together. Like two cats, one a panther, the other a tabby. And yet somehow the tabby was running the shots.

They look so peaceful, you mused to yourself, who knows what they might be like in the morning.

At the very least, you’d be sure to enquire about the nature of your partner’s conversation with your cat, something which had seemed very important to him.

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Fixed: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 4 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 3: Love So Soft

Main Masterlist

A/N: It’s shorter than my usual updates but I’m busy so sorry for the delay. My final exam dates have come and all I can do is pray right now lol. Please pray for me if you can, this sis is out here writing fanfics for yall instead of studying so, haha. ANyways, enjoy babies! Shit happens in this chapter.

Warning: Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Word count: 5K

Chapter 4: Fixed

You didn’t sleep that night. Or the next few. Your hands shook every time you got a flashback and even though you were numb to emotions that entire day, tears threatened to spill whenever your mind took to you to that overpriced kitchen again.

Now that he had gone to a dangerous and unnerved assaulter from a Dad trying to take care of his daughter, your mind wouldn’t put anything past him. You knew that in the back of your mind that he was a mobster and your ‘friendship’ was alarming to say the least, but now there was no denying his resources and power and the very obvious threat to your life lingering in the air.

At least before you had the luxury to be oblivious and ignorant, not anymore though. Steve felt even more unhinged and liberal now, even messaging you daily, greeting texts that you obviously ignored. He knew you both were aware that you never handed him your number and he felt no need to hide his pursuit.

You read most of the messages, not bothering with a single reply though. You tried to block him but somehow your phone would still receive messages from his number, even though his contact would always peek back at you from the otherwise empty blacklist.

As if his torment wasn’t ample, another message thread from a different number would forward you alarming images, photos of Grace in her daycare, on a class trip to the park and even her playing in your backyard. You had no doubt that this was another game of his to show you his resources.

You skipped daycare for a few days, your mental health worse than it was after the carnival attack, because now you had a personal tormentor and you cursed yourself for falling into this mess. At times, you believed it wasn’t your fault really, you just helped a kid and this situation spiraled itself but what would pointing fingers now get you? The harsh truth was you were in a calamitous situation now and every step from now on had to be thought out.

So, you let Grace attend her daycare and acted if nothing was amiss or altered, after the few initial breakdown days of course, kept going to your job and earning the bread. You considered your options, you really wanted to go to the cops or a higher fair power but those were few these days, almost non existent in your city. You also vaguely recalled meeting three of the Captains of the PD at Sarah’s birthday, all smiley and doe eyed for Steve. You knew they wouldn’t help, fucking kiss-asses.

Maybe you would have to move somewhere else, perhaps to your hometown, at least till things cooled down or better yet were forgotten? But that trail was very predictable and you didn’t want your parents in this mess.  

You also came to know that Steve had inserted himself in the other spheres of your life. You were sure your location was always being sent to him, the knowledge a courtesy of the black car following you while you travelled to home at some late day’s end.

Aiden told you whereabouts were easy to track, when you inquired ambiguously. Another instance was when you went to the bank to deposit cash for your debit card, you came face to face with an enormous amount already there. Somehow, the limit on your credit card was also extended. How, you knew. The clerk told you about an email you must have gotten in regards to it, you dismissed that justification away and told them to not accept the cash. To sum the discussion, they weren’t helpful and had no policy against anonymous donors.

Aiden, your trusted coworker cum pal, sensed the shift in your aura and fidgety form very easily, pestering you with questions and you decided to turn to him, stressed and tired and ready to do something. His questioning eyebrows made you confess vaguely but you refused to tell him the extent of it. Just that his prediction came true and you needed help. Let’s just say, Aiden was a good man.

With time, Steve’s ‘affectionate’ messages became deranged, and you found it harder to act nonchalant in your daily life. You were thankful he didn’t come to visit you, possibly occupied with the rumored war between the mobs. You just prayed for a few more days of ignorance, just enough time to think and do something.

“What do you mean someone collected her?!” You had a hard time controlling your voice, you were about to burst, in tears or with anger, you didn’t know.

“The man was verified in the emergency contacts and we got a letter signed and approved by you to skip the day an hour into the first activity.”

“A man? Emergen-, wait no! What fucking approved letter?”

You had three emergency contacts, your mom in another state, Aiden, and one of the other kid’s mom you had grown close to. Aiden was with you at work all day, so did someone disguise themselves as him? And what was the deal with the letter signed by you? You surely didn’t remember writing and authorizing one.

The boy, Pietro, who had been the receptionist for as long as you could remember, shuffled through the chaotic piles of paper and presented a letter to you, and your blood froze as your eyes skimmed the font.

Your beautiful cursive stared right back at you and you knew that no one would ever be able to distinguish between this penmanship and the one in the pocketbook in your clutch. No one but you. Even though you knew you had not written it, the slightly different ‘f’ and ‘g’ told you everything.

Your signature at the bottom though, was done quite perfectly and that made you even more scared.

“I did-, I didn’t write this! What the-” Your widened eyes met Pietro’s from above the paper but all he offered you was a meek smile. Your hands shook with rage and for the first time in your life, you had the urge to slap someone really bad.

“Maybe your family had an emergency to take he-”

“No, you don’t get it!” You stopped yourself from getting frantic, willing yourself to take deep breaths and think rationally. Today of all days, things had to mess up.

He didn’t know you had no family in this city, that you had a mobster after you or the subtle threats that his hired spy sent to you.

Was going to the police an option? Aiden already told you that the cops were as good as Steve’s men. But this was about your missing kid! You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to her. And you were giving Steve way too much credit, what if he wasn’t behind this all? Come to think of it, what if the other number wasn’t his?

Relax yourself! Thinking of disturbing theories wouldn’t help anyone. You thought you should go to the cops, just in case. No mentioning of Steve, just a woman with a ‘missing child’ report.

‘Missing Child’ left an acrid taste behind and you were too close to a breakdown, but your whole journey of single-parenthood taught you to kick vulnerability aside, well most of the times.

You turned and were about to leave, but Pietro stopped you. “If you are going to the cops Ma’am, they require 8 hours of inactivity or disappearance time for kids under 5.”

Well look who just read your mind.

You huffed and kept the tears at bay, your mind thinking of what to do then? Grace was obviously taken-

“How could you let a toddler leave without informing the parents?” You knew your anger was channeling out at the wrong man but didn’t he all but hand Grace to the stranger?

You beat him answering and inquired, “What did the man look like? Do you have any footage? Anything?” The wrinkles in your forehead and stress creases on your face paired with the eyebags betrayed your age surely. You were sure you had aged more this week than an entire decade, juggling your normal life with the hovering threat.

“You shouldn’t be this worried Ma’am.”

The fucking audacity.

“Your daughter recognized him, she all but ran to him and this other little girl he came with. You should maybe ask your parent-friends around? A blonde family perhaps?”

As all the emotions drained from your face and terror took over, the young lad in front of you looked smug. You wondered as if you imagined the faintest of smirks on his face.

You crumpled the letter in your hands, seething with rage as you stepped in your car. Oh, you were mad, more wrathful than ever. You could take any hits on you, any threat but not on Grace, never on her.

You were stupid, you had already decided you wouldn’t put anything past him but unknowingly, you did put this past him. You thought this man had a shred of decency to not use your kid in this adult war, being a parent himself and all but what a surprise! You were wrong.

You drove to your home, your thoughts a mix of trepidation, anxiety and fury. You were scared of him and his reach and resources but if he put Grace in any type of danger; whether to teach you a lesson or use her as bait or both, there’d be consequences.

Lord knows you killed a man a month ago Grace was threatened.

You had one thing to do before contacting Steve about Grace but you never got to do it because unexpectedly the bastard was in your home. In your home.

The black sports car outside was a huge giveaway but your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the door with your house key. The banter and giggles from inside alarmed yet calmed you; the dread of confrontation and the assurance of Grace’s safety reigned your mind.

As the door opened painfully slow like a horror movie, the sight that met your eyes made you sick with a feeling of failure. It wasn’t gore or blood or grunge, it was Steve bouncing Grace in the air and catching her while Sarah twirled around in the living room.  

This man was craftier than you thought, every action of his was calculated, each a refined step. You had been so preoccupied to avoid direct encounters with him in your little family’s life that you didn’t think he had other ways. He was always looming around with Sarah and as Grace began to trust Sarah, she consequently began to trust her blonde guardian too.

As you slammed the door behind you, Steve’s eyes snapped to yours and his smirk made you want to punch him so hard. The smugness on his face while he let Grace down without breaking eye contact told you he had no regret, no remorse. In fact, he was loving every second of this cat and mouse chase between you two.

You were a millimeter close to losing your shit, the only check being the kids in the room. But you were mad and he was going to know it.

“What the hell, Steve? Messing with my kid?” You threw your clutch onto the couch, Steve haughty by the reception of his sent message but still holding back because of the kids. He called Wanda and you didn’t really notice where she came from but you did register Steve asking to take the girls to the park for a ‘private discussion’.

As Grace passed by you, you grabbed her arm lightly, making her look at you with doe eyes resembling yours. You gave her a smile trying to ease her, but you knew she was smart enough to sense the change in the atmosphere.

Apparently, the whining Sarah wasn’t.

You looked back to Steve, your hold still on Grace and continued with a frown and raised eyebrows, “She isn’t going anywhere, not out of my sight and obviously not with you or your goons.”

Wanda had the audacity to look offended and you scoffed at her, eyes staring Steve’s down.

“Honey, I don’t think the kids should hear what I think you have to say right now.” He said nodding to Wanda to take Grace.

“You must be deranged to think I trust Grace near anyone even remotely related to you! Take your people and get out.” You held your hand up to stop Wanda and pointed towards the door with the most menacing glare you could form.

Grace looked incomprehensibly between you two, concern and confusion on her face. That might have been the first time such a tone was used in your household. The grumbling Sarah was close to throwing a tantrum, irritated by the change in the playful air or the lack of attention to her, you didn’t know. She was hanging on Wanda’s forearm, her feet slipping on your printed rug. Wanda was trying to not look hurt still by your previous statement, distracting herself by the blonde kid and you were baffled by her obliviousness to all this.

Steve, the beefy blonde Lucifer, was furious and seething. His white knuckles and ticking jaw were the most obvious giveaways, the fingers just itching to beat the shit out of someone no doubt.

Was he imagining striking you into compliance into his weird playhouse game complex? You wouldn’t be surprised given the extent of his attempt to ‘win’ you over.

The ‘get out’ tone and blatant disrespect was a bruise to his ego for sure, and by you, a middle-class woman nonetheless was a worse injury. Steve was the deadly boss to armored men in the vicinity, the kids’ father figure, according to him, and Wanda’s stern yet kind employer.

People had been killed for less and there you were, standing in all your glory, being the only person alive to reject Steve Rogers and now, the only to raise your voice at him.

You almost scoffed at his impudence to look offended, what did he expect? For you to submit to him after the stunt he pulled? His reach was scary he proved today and that any future with him in your life in any way, was a fearsome possibility to entertain but you’d be damned if you went down without a fight.  

“You can’t make me leave; we both know. You don’t have the physical edge nor the mental one. I have no problem drawing out G-U-N-S in front of the kids or to throw the warnings around, although I would prefer not to.”

Your free hand itched to slap him, like how his did minutes ago. It wasn’t a mankind problem about men thinking they were entitled to everything; it was a Steve Rogers’s problem. Of course, with him consent didn’t matter. If he had a ‘housewife, kids and fences’ fixation, he’d make it come true.

“Do you even listen to what I say? Or your own words even? Please, go ahead! Traumatise my kid and also yours in your wooing process! Why are you so obsessed? Leave us alone, you freak! I just ignored few messages!” You had a hard time maintaining your cool, if there was any left. You were sure you were scaring Grace and no matter what happened next, you knew she was already traumatized by this entire ordeal already. You were so sorry, so, so, so sorry to your poor baby caught in this mess.

You knew, no, you hoped, he wouldn’t pull out the gun, his actions at the carnival a proof, you remembered how he hid his gun on finding Sarah. That threat was empty but the next one wasn’t, his words making you freeze in your spot.

“I think you keep on misunderstanding me, sweetheart. I don’t make empty promises,”

Posh word for threats.

“For starters, maybe I should pay my future in-laws a visit in their blue duplex. They might need help with the vast garden they have, it is the season for ‘violets’, isn’t it?”

As you froze with your parents being brought up, he also cooled, albeit differently, smirking once again gaining the upper hand, not that he lost it if you were being honest.

“Isn’t threatening my kid enough for you, Steve?” You hated how your loud voice almost broke, your anger slowly subsiding into helplessness and you hated that. You hated his guts, his entitlement, his claim; everything about him.

“You still don’t see it, do you? Our family of four is the most important thing to me right now and I’m not above doing anything to save it.”

“There is no family of four Steve! I keep explaining and you keep coming back to square one with all this bullshit!” The curse word did tick Steve off but he would correct that later, when bigger things weren’t at ploy.

“Your ignorance makes me a little mad sometimes sweetheart and that is why I have to do all I do. You haven’t realized we need each other yet, but I’m staying until you do and even after that, I promise. You know how much it pissed me off to see your tickets and the packed suitcases after I’ve been nothing but nice? I was so generous to spoil you with my riches but instead I find that in your finances.”

This fucker knew. Of course, he did!

You were wondering in the back of your head what had prompted this visit with so many threats and warnings and anguish. He was pissed even before you ‘acted out’, he tracked the tickets and the plan and that meant he even tracked-

“You have so much to learn, but luckily you interact with quite a few people. I am most tempted to start out with this Aiden guy, trying to be the hero and giving you all the ideas. Maybe I should visit him?” Steve wondered out loud, and you flinched at his suggestion, hating how you were trapped by this man.

You couldn’t live with yourself if anyone got hurt because of you, be it your parents or Aiden or any other possibility Steve would come up with. Of course, Grace was your peak priority but you doubted he would hurt her as he threatened to harm them.

“Steve, please.” The fire was almost out, your hands trembling, Grace worried and Steve smug.

“Let the kids go and I think we can come to a conclusion.”

“Steve this needs to stop.” You said, your breaths heavy and helplessness clawing away at you.

“I won’t repeat myself.” He voiced out with a threatening edge, gesturing to Grace and Wanda, clearly telling you to first get the kids out.

For a deranged fucktard, he sure cared about the kids a lot.

You loosened your hold on Grace, patting her arm softly and nudged her to Wanda. Wanda received her little hand and enticed the kids with the promise of ice-cream. Sarah clapped her hands and as the trio left, Grace did look over her shoulders at you in concern and for permission, majorly in concern though. You nodded and waved, a tear dropping as soon as the door clicked shut.

You were still staring at the door, not wanting to meet Steve’s stormy blue orbs when he began, “Today was a slip up that I won’t tolerate again. Neither the cursing nor the dramatics.”

We aren’t in a fucking play, what the fuck is he labelling as dramatics?

Your eyes slowly flickered to his, and you had a hard time not letting the tears escape except the one traitorous one earlier. The fatigue, the worry of Grace’s disappearance, the threats to your friends and family were all catching up to you. It took all in you to stay strong and not fall down right now.

“Steve this isn’t funny anymore. It’s sick and you know it! I just said no! Was that so inexcusable that you had to follow up with this? You have violated me for that, broken into my home and now kidnapped my daughter! At what extent will you stop?” You broke down finally, arms a flailing mess as fat tears rolled down. Nothing scared more than the helplessness this moment. He won and he knew it. The carnival incident was nothing in comparison to this. The only good thing you could hope in all this was a safe Grace but that too only if you complied, which seemed like what you would do now given your attempts at fighting back and scampering have failed laughably.

“Gosh, I forgot how theatrical women are. You are smart darling; you know what I want from day one, just a happy family. Nothing that horrendous has happened and especially not as badly as put it. I’m just looking out for you and me in the long run.” Steve slowly treaded towards you, his hand extended to pat your arm comfortingly but you involuntarily flinched at contact and stepped back. Steve clearly didn’t like that as he caught your arm in a bruising grip and jerked you towards him. Manhandling you as your wet hands rushed to ease his grip was not a tough task for Steve, a surprise to none.

“Stop trembling like I’ve actually done something to harm you!”

Steve clearly didn’t know how to comfort women and it showed.

You stopped with the cowering away, even though it disgusted you to be this much in close proximity with your assaulter. He clearly had anger issues and no clue how to solve them. You needed to steer the conversation right and get him out. You could see your hands visibly shake as you put them on his chest, just to create some distance and in a way of surrendering to not fight. The tears slowed but you don’t think they stopped; it was hard to tell with a million other things on your mind.

As your eyes made contact, Steve loosened his grip, clearly a bit satisfied by your submission, as he began counting to help you breathe. As much as you hated to admit, it helped you and you got a flashback to the time when you freaked out on him about Grace at that extravagant dinner date. That was a sweet gesture then, not so sweet now. Funny how drastically things change with time.

It wasn’t so much Steve’s help as it was your own mind telling you to be fucking smart about the whole ordeal right now.

“Good. Better. Now let’s talk. Why were you planning to run away? I’ve been busy and coming home to find out that wasn’t joyful, you know.” His smile suggested a better mood than before but his voice, his husky voice always had this daring edge that almost challenged you to defy him but at the same time warned you of unpleasant consequences if you did.

“Steve, I’m scared.” You spoke with utmost honesty. “The part of the world you associate yourself with scares me. You can’t blame me for not wanting that life for Grace, I mean you have a kid of your own. Wasn’t the carnival attack specifically on Sarah?”

The reasoning was right but you knew you triggered him the moment his smile evaporated. He either felt insulted as a parent or disrespected in his profession or probably both.

He was fighting his inner demons already and you pointing it out was a slap to his face, a hit he didn’t want to take.

“That was a slip up, I admit. Never again. I’m only human, okay?” He convinced himself and you, his grip tightening a bit again.

Oh no, not the right direction to take.

You reckoned he still had nightmares about it like you, he really did love Sarah a lot, all things aside.

“Besides, I am looking out for you! Out for you and Grace and Sarah. I remember my promise of never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

You definitely didn’t trust his security or his people because what sort of a mobster let his daughter get targeted and possibly abducted? You definitely didn’t know the whole story or if it was just a bad day but he wasn’t a person that deserved some slack. Despite all this, you knew what all he held above you, above a common man. He might not be ‘Kingpin’ skilled but a threat to you nonetheless.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Is that what you call following me around, huh?” which you immediately regretted.

“Trust the process, baby. Everything is just to protect you.”

Is that what he called stalking even Grace around and twistedly enough, sending you proof of that? The anonymous thread of photos was another nightmare of yours, thanks to him. The last being a candid photo inside Grace’s room, her sleeping in her bed this morning and that’s when you decided you needed to get out. Of course, that didn’t go as planned.

“How am I supposed to do that when you have cameras in my house?!” You scoffed and he reeled back at the accusation, having the nerve to look impressed at being uncovered and caught red-handed.

“Oh my fucking God, it was you! You sick pervert!” You jumped out of his grip, your eyes wide and horrified. “I wasn’t aware of what to make of it but of course, it was you! Who else would be sick enough to do that?” You let out a humorless chuckle. You always put things past him even when you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. When will you ever learn huh?  

You were full on panicking yet again, this man was an assaulter, a stalker and a creep too. It would have made a good dark, psychological thriller for you to watch if you weren’t the protagonist about to suffer his obsession.

He reached out to steady you again, but you whipped and stumbled back, realizing too late that you elbowed Steve’s nose so bad that there was a crunch. That, right there, was the look a man real-fucking-furious on Steve’s face and now you could see the feared mobster, the man who was personally terrorizing you under the beautiful, Greek God façade.

Steve reacted so fast even with an injury that in a split second, your view of his face turned into a view of his crotch.

“You do realize that there are others ways for me to teach you obedience? I think it’s fucking time you show me your gratitude for my care and attention and apologize for your misconduct and unkind response.” Steve spoke with a hoarse voice, a voice running out of patience and just about done with defiance.

His hand fisted your hair, maintaining eye contact while he nodded between you and his crotch. You knew what he wanted, what he was expecting as ‘thanks’.

“Steve, please no, you don’t-”

His other hand grabbed your jaw, stopping you from speaking as he warned, “I think you have done just enough talking for today, so why don’t you put that tongue to a better use and show me how sorry you are. Better make it convincing because I’d hate to pay one of your friends a visit and then bitch about a nasty blowjob.” He smirked at the end of his monologue, eyes shining with triumph and amusement.

You wouldn’t let him harm anyone else, you couldn’t. You and your daughter were already knee-deep in a pit and at this point, it’d just be cruel to drag someone else in. With shaky hands opening his pants, you just hoped you could get Grace out before you eventually were buried in it.

“Now that’s a good girl. Submissive is a sexy look on you.” His hands patted your hair, playing with your tresses while yours pulled his pants and then briefs down.

His member jerked out, almost slapping you in the face as you recoiled at his insolence to get hard and erect at your torment. Your disdain must have shown which he took as admiration and derision to take his affluent cock in.

“No need to get shy, I have faith you’ll be able take it just as well in your pretty pussy as you will right now. Open up-”

“Steve, I beg you-”

Just as you had cut him off, he interrupted your pleading. Your gag reflex was probably the most efficient in the world but that turned this narcissist on. It had been years since you had done it, never with a man as beefy as Steve.

His taste was salty and if you had to put it into better words, it was the like overpriced sea salt flakes that you never bought. High and pricey and for the entitled.

Your hands clutched at his thighs as you blacked out multiple times; your jaw aching, uvula swaying and tears escaping. Him forcing himself on you brough a new sense of vulnerability as your body trembled. Steve relished like a sadist, practically rutting into you all by himself as you just sat there with your jaw unnaturally open.

His obscene moans and groans were crass and nauseating and you just prayed for this to be over soon and for no one to walk in on this, especially your kid.

It seemed like it would never end, your body dehydrating with all the spit it produced, the drool dribbling and landing just beside your knees on your printed rug. You would have to throw that out.

The tears stooped after some point, the sobbing an unnecessary action that just tired you out more on this eventful day. You moved your tongue around to prevent your teeth from scratching him when he shifted angles. If this was what he did on slightly mad, you didn’t want to find what he did for a more serious punishment.

Apparently, that action was something that turned him on even more, his breath hitching as neared closure. In broken whispers he demanded that again and you complied, wanting to get done with it.

He growled in the moment of his release and you tried to lean back but his grip didn’t relent. “Swallow.” His grainy, exasperated voice said out loud and you knew better than to defy.

He released you and you fell on to the rug, hip bruising by knocking into some furniture and tears coming back again after being hydrated by his seed. He packed himself, his smile smug and content as his expressions truly resembled ecstasy being personified.

“You be a good fiancée from now on and maybe you’ll have all your friends alive and present at our wedding. No cheeky business from now on, got it?” Steve hummed then and strutted out, not even bothering to listen to your reply.

As soon as the door slammed, your eyes closed and your demons danced again.

There was no right direction to take when you were stuck in a loop.