#steven grant Yandere

[melodygatesauthor]

Steven Grant - Yandere Edition - Random Horny Thots #1 - Claiming

NSFW - NON-CON WARNING - Virgin Reader

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Steven's been watching you for a long time, so imagine his excitement when he finally has you tied up, wrists stuck to the headboard and your mouth wrapped in duct tape. You're crying so hard while he's pressing himself against your tight and never broken entrance. He's prodding gently, feeling the resistance of your hole. His eyes are crazed with excitement. A trickle of drool is spilling down his chin.

"Oh love, no one's been in here before have they?" His face turned into an affectionate smile, "you've been savin' y'self just f'me? Darling, that makes me feel so special."

You're crying, and internally begging him to let you go, but he doesn't seem to care...or maybe he likes it.

He has the fat, bulbous tip of his cock in here. He can feel it stretch a little, and your screams get a little louder. He bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement. He pushes forward, feeling the way your tight hole gives out and tears around him. You shriek again, sobs getting heavier as you struggle.

"Now, now love. You're alright, shhhh," he grabs your hips tightly and leans in, kissing your tearstained cheeks.

Steven's enjoying it so much, listening to your little cries, but even more than that he enjoys the way your blood is painting his cock when he looks down at where your bodies are joined. He’s surprised at how wide he’s split you open, seeing your little pussy lips gripping around his cock so tightly. It’s almost too tight, but it feels so fucking good. You cry again; fresh sobs falling down your cheeks and soaking the pillow under your head.

“S’alright love, I know…” He leans forward, reaching his arms around your back and pulling you close, kissing just below your earlobe softly. “I’m happy too, so happy that you’ve given this to me. What a gift you are.”

He shudders, feeling such a sense of pride for being the only man to have you, and the only man to make you sound like this. You were crying tears of joy, he knew it had to be true. The noises were too good to be anything else. Of course you were a little pained, but it would feel better soon. You were meant to take him, it had to feel good.

He leaned back, lifting the backs of your legs and pushing your knees up by your head. He could see you all spread out now. He could watch your cunt swallowing around him. He could see the blood all over his length. He could hear you screaming louder in this new position, this tighter position.

“That’s it love, feels good dunnit? Yeah, bet it does. You like a bit of pain don’t you?”

All he can hear other than your muffled cries is the wetness between both of your bodies. Your cunt and his cock are drenched in fluids; a cocktail made up of your arousal, blood, and his precum, which you were certain he had a steady stream of since he started his assault.

When Steven comes, it’s messy, and he’s squeezing you so hard you think you might suffocate. His body is shaking, breath huffing out in sharp, short gusts, and he’s telling you how lucky you are to have someone like him giving you his all. No one else will ever love you like he can, and no one else will ever care for you the way he does.

“There love…” he says, wiping away your tears, “now you’re all mine. Molded your little cunt to fit around me perfectly.”

And with that, you belong to him, forever and always…

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

No restraint

Yandere!Steven Grant x fem!reader

Cw/triggers: Nsfw, smut, darkfic, delusional Steven, dub-con, non-con, implied kidnapping, implied captivity, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of stalking.

Steven knew next to everything about you. And all it took for his obsession with you to start was a simple, normal talk.

He knew the way to your place almost like the back of his hand, how easily he could march in with the right tools.

Of course he knew nobody would even consider someone like himself capable of such cruel things, but his determination for you made him do nearly anything.

Tonight's the night.

Where Steven is going to finally see you up close, to finally show you what you, even if, by accident, made him do for you.

Steven was tired of watching you, he was so tired of jerking off to the thought of you. He wants the real deal.

While you slept peacefully in your bed, Steven managed to break into your home, creeping through the place until he slowly opened the door into your room, revealing you, and stalking carefully towards you.

His breathing almost hitched from all the excitement he felt, you were so close.

It wasn't hard for him to get you immobile in your own bed. Tape around your wrists and mouth did the trick.

He could watch you for hours. You, trapped in your own home with him. Even tied up you looked so stunningly beautiful.

The feeling of a hand on your cheek caused you to wake up, instinctively trying to move when you felt your wrists being tied and tape covering your mouth.

Steven smiled. "Heyia sleeping beauty."

You looked up at him, trying to push yourself away from him, but he held you in place with his hand on your shoulder.

"Nope, not doin' that, love." He scolds gently.

With a soft sigh, Steven straightened up. "Excuse me if I'm a little excited," he slowly started pulling your covers down "but," he stopped once the covers were at your waist "I'm just so happy to finally have you."

He resumed pulling the covers down, admiring every inch he revealed.

After he removed them fully he threw them carelessly to the side and stepped closer.

"You're so bloody beautiful."

Steven grabbed both your ankles, pulling you closer to him.

"I just couldn't satisfy myself with only looking at you from afar. I need you with me."

His fingers slowly trailed up your leg, he catched your gaze with a sharp look.

"You know what I have to do now, yeah?"

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Steven leaned a bit close, his hands now moving to undress you.

"Nod if you know now." He demanded lowly, his eyes flicking down between your legs before up to your face again.

You nodded, your breathing intensified as you realized what he is going to do to you.

Steven smiled softly. "Don't you worry, luv." he reassured, climbing on the bed between your legs.

You immediately started shaking your head, trying desperately to get him off the bed, but Steven restrained you quickly with his hands on your hips.

"No no, don't make a ruckus now."

Steven moved a hand to your between your legs, running his fingers through your lips.

"But let's get you nicely wet first."

You tried squeezing your thighs shut but Steven kneeled right between knees and held your thighs open.

"Don't fight it, luv."

His fingers gently pushed against your cunt, dipping two inside, scissoring them to stretch you out.

"Can you already imagine your wet cunt wrapped around my cock?"

You tried to fight it by arching your back and push your hips away, but each time, he simply pulled you back.

"Stubborn little thing, are you?" Steven smirked.

Despite yourself, your hole slowly started getting wet, and even more wet the longer Steven thrusts his fingers in and out.

His fingers were soon coated in your wetness, and he removed them, moving to undo his pants and pulling his cock out, giving himself a few strokes, then leaned over you, supporting himself with one hand at your side.

"You'll enjoy it like I will." He chuckled, positioning himself and pressing his tip against your wet hole and slowly pushing inside.

"Oh fuck.." He groaned, his hips stuttering as he enjoyed feeling your warm, tight cunt wrap around his cock.

Steven bit his lower lip, "God, you feel amazing." he sighed, his eyes fluttering close, "Mmh, 'm so happy you're finally mine.."

You tried struggling again. Steven opened his eyes, his other hand came up to your cheek to cup it.

"Already starting to love it, hm?" He chuckled sarcastically.

A moan escaped you as Steven hit a spot inside you, making you forget about fighting and your eyes almost rolled back, your hips bucking up.

"Now you like it, yeah?"

Another moan came out of you, Steven decided to fasten his thrusts.

Steven admired your pleasure contorted face, "Fuck, look at you... you love gettin' fucked by me, hm?"

He hit your spot again, earning a needy moan from you.

"Better get used to it, love. I'll be the only one fucking you from now on. You're mine."

Your moans grew desperate, your orgasm was fast approaching, and so was Steven's.

His thrusts became sloppy, his breathing heavy, and with a final thrust, your cunt exploded around his dick, covering him in your juices.

Steven cursed under his breath, loving the feeling of your perfect pussy squeezing his cock. He came just seconds after, filling you up with his hot cum.

He held himself inside you for a moment before pulling out, letting your combined fluids ooze out onto the bed.

Steven tucked his softened cock back in, then stood up and straightened his clothes.

He looked at your exhausted form, loving how fucked out because of him you looked. Steven liked it.

Steven cupped both your cheeks.

"You're coming with me now. If you fight me, I'll have no other choice but to sedate you."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You're perfect, love. And I will take such good care of you."

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[romana-after-dark]

Dead Dove December 2024

Hello everyone! This December I’m hosting a multi-fandom event that I’m calling, Dead Dove December! From 12/01/2024 - 12/31/2024 I’m encouraging others to create something that expresses their deepest and (most importantly) darkest desires. I will be reblogging all pieces of art or fanfiction, and will post a masterlist in January. or whenever i get around to it. i have not even done the pride masterlist bc I'm a disaster! But most importantly this will be for funsies.

I hosted this last year with just oscar/pedro Characters but Logan is my special guy so he's here now too <3

Details below the cut…

What is Dead Dove Do Not Eat?

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, or DDDNE has its origins in one of my comfort shows!

The phrase comes from a meme referencing the 2003 Arrested Development episode "Top Banana", in which Michael Bluth opens a paper bag labeled "DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT" and, upon discovering that there is a dead dove inside the bag, says, deadpan, "I don't know what I expected." - fanlore.org

In short, what you see in the tags is what you should expect to see in the fic. This can apply for any type of fic, including the fluffy ones, but it’s usually associated with darker themes. That being said, this is your warning that this is a DARK THEMED EVENT. If you aren’t comfortable with darker topics like non-con, excessive violence, blood/gore, death, toxic relationships, 18+ age gaps, and more, then I encourage you not to participate in this event.

How to Participate

For the month of December, post your Dead Dove fanfiction or fan art on your blog. Use the tag #deaddovedecemeber2024 and tag me. You can also send a link via ask or DM if you like! I will not be posting anything for you, just reblogging and linking. At the end of December I will post a masterlist with links to everyone’s works! Side Note - Since Tumblr doesn’t really allow for NSFW art, you can post your work on Twitter or any other site that allows it and just send me that link so I can add it to the masterlist.

Rules

You MUST be 18+ to participate. I will be checking your blog/social media to be sure. Please make sure your age is easy to find. If I find that you’re a minor or if your age isn’t readily present I will be blocking you and you will be unable to participate. You can just add that you are over 18 if you don’t want your age out on the internet. As the creator and promotor of this event, I need to know I’m not interacting with minors given the nature of this event.

The work MUST be dark in some way. There’s no limit to how dark your work needs to be or can be, but it needs to contain some sort of dark theme in order to qualify. If non con isn’t your thing, dub con via stockholm syndrome or brainwash can let you write a more comfortable scene while still remaining dark. Fics and art do not necessarily need to be NSFW. last year a friend even did cnc, where it was seemingly dark but then ended with it was Marc and reader ding a scene. Dark reader or oc is an absolute yes.

Your work MUST have an Oscar Isaac, Hugh Jackman, or Pedro Pascal Character. It can be x reader, x oc,xcanon character, crosoversec. If you want Joel Miller fucking the ghoul from Fallout (or both of them fucking a reader)you can even though Eddie doesn't exist in any Oscar Pedro Hugh content. If you want Marc and Logan to fuck, go nuts. Got a series you're already writing, and wanna submit a dark chapter or a dark Au to it? That's fine too! We're pretty open here. No rpf.

Do NOT post anything before 12/01/2024. I will not count submissions prior to that date or after 12/31/2024. Masterlsit will be posted in January.

Your work MUST contain the proper tags. I won’t police how detailed your tags should be, but, for instance, if your work contains non-con, and you didn’t tag non-con then your work will not qualify. Please be inclusive in your writing where you can, but aware of POC queer and disabled people.

You may submit no more than two (2) pieces. This can include a fanfic and fanart, two fanfics or two fanarts. This is to allow someone to write a piece and make a work of art to accompany it. You can also work with another creator together.

I’m not going to yuck someone’s yum, but there are some things I’m just personally not comfortable with and since I’ll be reading/viewing/promoting all of these, I have a few things not allowed in the event. The list of what’s NOT allowed is shorter than the list of what IS allowed so here’s a list of the things that will NOT be tolerated in this event:

No underage/aged up minor content - To clarify, this includes things popular ships like - TLOU 1 or "Show Ellie" x Joel or Miguel O’Hara X Gwen Stacy. No "ageing up" minors for the purpose of a fic.

No Bestiality - To clarify, monsterfucking does NOT count as bestiality (at least to me). For example, werewolves, venom, Khonshu, e.t.c. are all allowed.

No Real person fanfiction. Can’t include Oscar, Pedro, or Hugh. This is not a moral judgement or me looking down just not in my comfort zone

No incest - To clarify, step-sibling/step-parent relationships are permitted as long as everyone is 18+. Different age of consent in your state or country does not apply here, and frankly I'd prefer 21+ but I know there are younger people than me who write so I'm not gonna say you gotta write like that. Selfcest relationships are also allowed (like Moon Knight or Miguel with his alternate self, e.t.c.).

No necro/snuff. Plain and simple.

I have final say in what I want to promote. Is TLOU 2 Ellie an adult and not technically Joel's ctual kid? Yes. technically it fits all the rules but it gives me the ick so I'm not gonna accept it. I cannot possibly prepare for all scenarios, and i want to just be able to have fun here with yall.

If you’re unsure if something is allowed or not, you can send me a DM or an ask for clarification prior to posting.

You can use any prompts you want or none, you aren’t tied to any one idea but here are some to get the ideas flowing if you need them!

Also, you can absolutely use a fic to inspire your art, or art to inspire a fic! Your inspiration piece, whether yours or someone else’s does not have to be from December, but you MUST obtain permission from the original creator before I promote your work. Most creators are happy when their work inspires others, and all my fics are open to being used for inspiration, but please reach out to the creator first.

I’m very excited! This is my second year hosting this an I've hosted other events by myself or with friends so I'm happy to keep going, this time with Hugh Jackman bc i can't get Logan out of my head.

Dividers and header made by the amazing @melodygatesauthor

Please consider reblogging to spread the word!

I don't reall know many people in the logan/hugh jackman fandom so I'd love if this was an oppritunity to get to know yall too!

Dark prompt list to come, also check out #deaddovedecember2023 to see what last year had!

[ghostybat00]

Princess treatment ❤️ yandere moon knight system.

• A Steve who loves to kneel for you, whether to fasten your shoes or accommodate them, or his favorite, hugging you by You legs while he is on his kneels.

•A Steve who always makes sure you are comfortable, offering you his jacket or giving you hugs if you are cold.

•A Steve who has your menstrual cycle memorized to always serve you with your favorite sweets and pamper you.

•A Steve who always loves taking photos of you, you won't go a day without a camera focusing on your beauty, He wants to save all the memories possible. (And for his secret sanctuary that you don't know he has.)

•A Steve who always will drown you in his affection.

•A Steve who always talked for hours about Egyptian culture, saying how several Egyptian goddesses have your beauty, or even that your beauty is even more than them.

•A Steve has his special nickname for you is nefer. (Meaning of beauty in ancient Egypt.)

•A marc that he will always be the most jealous of the 3, that he will break the face of any guy who approaches you.

•A Marc who will always buy you something if he sees you staring at it.

•A Marc who will always want to bite you or give you hickeys.

•A Marc who loves to caress your hair, He likes to smell it, feel its texture, he loves it.

•A marc who will always keep a hand on your thigh or waist to show that you are his.

•A marc who is the one who cooks the best, always cooking for you or cooking with you, his favorite part where You are mixing something and he comes and hugs you from behind.

•A marc that although most of the time he calls you by your name, his special nickname for you is "cutie".

•A Jake who is the one who always wants to take you on dates, no matter if it's to eat, to have fun, he loves going outside with you.

•A Jake whose best kisses are always on your hand, leaning down and kissing your hand, like a gentleman.

•A Jake who will always have things that remind him of you, whether it's things as basic as a sweater, a hair tie, anything he will bring with him.

•A jake who loves helping you with your makeup, joking and flirting while helping you to put lipstick on your full lips.

•A Jake who always buys you drinks, saying that you look beautiful as your face literally wrinkles when he gives you his strong alcohol.

•A Jake that always fights with Mark and Steve to carry you like a princess when you are tired of walking.

•A Jake that his special nickname for you is "doll".

[atlasscrumpit]

My Character Ai Links

Miguel O’hara

Possessive Miguel

Yandere Miguel

Unhinged Possessive yandere Miguel

Venom

Clingy Symbiote

Werewolf Bucky

Affectionate obsessive werewolf Bucky

Toxic Steve Rogers

Obsessive and Toxic husband Steve Rogers

The Winter Soldier

Cold and two sided

The Mandalorian

Obsessive Din Djarin

Mob Boss Miguel

Your Mob Boss Husband

Miguel O’hara au

Prison au

Hydra Bucky

Bucky is your handler in Hydra

Ghostface Miguel

He’s hunting you

Frost Giant Loki

He loves how tiny you are

Doctor Barnes

Bucky Barnes, head doctor at the mental ward

Dark Steve Rogers

He’s obsessed with you in sickening ways

Yandere Tony Stark

Obsessed Tony

Dad Miguel O’hara

Strict father Miguel

Dark Loki

Possessive and obsessed with you

Doc Ock

Why he kinda?

Doctor O’hara

Mental ward doctor

Doctor Stark

Mental ward doctor

Doctor Strange

Cold and tired of everything

Dr Arthur Harrow

You ended up at his facility

Father

For the daddy issue girlies

Khonshu

Overbearing god

Leo

Yandere Boyfriend

Lola

Just a friend

Mafia Father

Protective mafia boss dad

Mother

For the mommy issue girlies

Scarlet Witch

Yandere Wanda

Vampire Bucky Barnes

Obsessive vampire Bucky

Vampire Miguel

Blood lust

Bruce Banner

Kind and shy

Yandere Jake Lockley

Obsessive and violent

Yandere Steven Grant

He’s obsessed with you but still cute

Yandere Marc Spector

He likes to punish you

Evil Wanda

She's obsessed and keeps you trapped in a false reality

[dilfartist]

Random Headcanon: Moon knight

Your neighbors think you're having an affair with two different men. No matter who it appears you’re dating or married to, let it be Marc, Steven, or Jake, the neighbors surrounding your home will think you cheating on him.

They overhear conversations between you and a different man every day and sometimes they overhear you moaning a different man’s name.

And not to mention they see the same three men leaving your house in the morning.

You’ve become the gossip of the neighborhood. Everyone knows your name and your apparent “infidelity”.

Honestly, it’s hilarious to you.

[remotepixel]

Hey could I please request headcannons for how Marc and Steven would act as yandads?

Hi!! Thank you for requesting, and sorry this took longer than normal. I have mocks rn and some important exams in May and overall struggling to correctly manage my time lol.

Tw: Yanderes themes + off-hand mentions of kidnapping.

Steven:

-Panic is his main mood when dealing with you; he honestly has no clue what he’s doing.

-He’ll be the one you’re around most, and normally the one to deal out any consequences for your actions (the worst you’re getting is a ‘stern warning’ and a ten-minute timeout because he feels bad).

-He’s never risen a child before, and there’s not really any textbooks about how to parent a kid your alter kidnapped. I definitely get that vibe he would read mummy blogs though out of pure desperation (he’s trying his best </3).

-Steven is a big pushover. He’ll weakly defend himself if anyone accuse him - stating he’s just trying to make you happy - but it’s obvious enough that even he can’t defend himself properly.

-He’s pretty easily manipulated through your emotions. If you start crying, or even look slightly sad, the guy immediately backpedals on whatever it was.

-Since he’s super into Ancient Egypt, he knows how important interests can be. He’ll research into what like to try and make conversation. He’ll fully support any hobbies, skills, etc and try his best to support you if he’s able to.

-While writing this, I got this image of Steven, at like fucking 2am, half-asleep, trying desperately to understand all your ‘GenZ’ references like he’s studying some ancient literature. It’s an excuse to talk to you so he’ll take it, but god he wished you were a Ennead fanatic or something to make this a bit easier.

-He gives the vibe of randomly dropping some phrases that he hears you say to try and bond. He’ll probably give up after the first time though because you just stared blankly at him and he couldn’t deal with the embarrassment.

Marc:

-I guess it makes sense but Marc and Steven are both pretty similar in this situation, Marc just likes putting up a ‘i’m in control’ façade because he can’t correctly deal with his emotions (same).

-He’s even more scared than Steven, just better at hiding it. Obviously, his view on parental figures has been greatly screwed over by his own childhood, and despite vowing to himself he would never be the same, he always worries that he’ll cross that line.

-I think out of the two of them, he’d probably be the one to kidnap you, assuming that’s what happened, but he’ll be distant at the start.

-It’s not that he doesn’t want to comfort you, he just has no clue how to do it. And he will much rather show his love in his own way than mess up with his words.

-You’ll find little things you like around the apartment, or your favourite food just happens to be the one he brought for tonight.

-Honestly, I think he’ll also be a pushover. As much as he probably shits on Steven for being so, he can’t stand to see you disappointed, and he doesn’t have the ‘luxury’ (he never asks) of speaking to you everyday like Steven does.

-After a few months, he’ll start to be more open - small smiles, etc etc - but it depends on you mostly. If you seem happier, he’ll take over the body more, maybe for a movie night or a board game.

-If you’re just as or more angry/sad than at the start, he’s remaining firmly inside the headspace when you’re around. He’d rather live through Steven than have to confront the familiarly haunting look on your face.

A bit random but I have this cute thought of them putting more mirrors (or just any sort of reflective surface) around the apartment so both of them can hang out with you, even if only one can control the body.

[thisisarcanereverie]

Cutting Ties (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) Part 3

A/N: I know, I'm back from the dead (shocker) I'm so sorry about the lengthy delay but here it is! This is Part 3 of a 3 Part fic. (Here is Part 2!) This is also a dark fic so please DNI Minors and others.

Now if you can interact or want to, please do! Like, reblog, reply!

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: kidnapping, angst (like a ridiculous amount of it), light cursing, slight suggestive content, I've never been to London or England in general so I'm going based off of what I've seen, I am also not responsible for your content consumption please be advised that this is a dark story with triggering elements, viewer discretion advised. English is my first language I just suck at it. No beta, we die like men! I do not own the picture above but i DO own the header below, it's something that I made. I might make a few others idk. Enjoy!

Summary: You're a former Widow on the run, only in London for a year you meet Steven Grant, a goofy gift shoppist. But is there more that meets the eye?

Weeks passed. 

You had begun to notice a pattern, similar to the one they had before, one day it would be Marc who woke you up with turkey bacon and eggs and slept by you with your hands in his hair and then Steven would take his place the next day with oatmeal with fruit in it in the morning and smothering you at night. The only difference was that Jake had yet to show himself since the night he brought you here. 

A small part of you was grateful for that but the larger (angrier) part of you wanted to see him again, if only to scream at him. However, you had to play this right, you had been working on both Marc and Steven on going to the doctor. You were careful, you knew if they said the wrong thing they wouldn’t go, so you played the part of loyal and dutiful girlfriend each day with a smile on your face and a calm, nurturing voice. Even your words were carefully thought out and rehearsed in advance, every time you mentioned the doctor you didn’t use isolating words like “you” and “me” or “I” instead using words that resembled unity and empathy (something they both had lacked in their childhood) such as “we” and “us”. With every sugared word you swallowed bile and chewed every insult into the insides of your cheeks. The Red Room was a vile place and you resent it with all that you are, but as you find yourself in this situation you couldn’t help but be thankful for their lessons in mental and emotional manipulation. Without them you don’t know what you would’ve done. 

However, as you lay there with Steven’s arm around your abdomen and your gaze fixed on the calendar that hung on the wall in front of you, you hope you can hang on another forty-eight hours, the day of the appointment. You purposely made it for a day. It would be Steven in charge of the body. He was easier swayed and manipulated than Marc. He would let you go with him to the appointment, he needs you at the appointment. You’re his angel, his love, you would hold his hand as he tells the doctor how badly he sleeps and as the doctor writes the prescription you’ll excuse yourself. It can’t be before the doctor writes the prescription, Steven will get nervous and start looking for you sooner rather than later, as the doctor writes the prescription however the appointment will essentially be over but not quite. He will have to sit there and get the prescription and go to check out where they will have him make another appointment for a check in with the doctor before finally having time to look for you in the stalls. It gives you thirty minutes give or take to escape the building without being detected and stealing a car to get to the next town over where you’ll call your ID guy. If the ID guy proves to be a bust you know Yelena was always on the lookout for ex-black widows and she might help you like Natasha did the last time you needed to disappear. The plan was complicated, sure, it required perfect timing and a shit ton of hope and luck, but it was all you had. You were no stranger to seducing, manipulating, and betraying. They were second nature to you, like a coat you’ve left in your closet for so long but it still fits like you've never abandoned it at all. Still though, you’ve never betrayed someone you had loved before, and the guilt at the thought of Steven’s confused and distraught face like the one he had at the apartment was almost enough to kill you. Steven was relatively innocent in all of this, this wasn’t his plan it was Jake’s. It wasn’t his fault that they shared a body. Still, freedom comes at a price and Steven, Marc, and Jake would never allow such a luxury. 

You find yourself slipping sometimes, finding yourself thinking it wouldn’t be so bad. That this life is exactly what you wanted to begin with, having your cake and eating it too. But you reminded yourself that this life was given to you without choice. That these men might love you in their own way, but all they want in the end is to possess you, to keep you whether it would be willingly or not, with chains or with vows. 

It was later than usual, you knew you needed to sleep. You need all the energy you can get, after escaping in a few days you will probably miss the bed seeing as you don’t know where you’ll be but in either case you doubt you’ll be sleeping with a quilt or a fluffy pillow for a while. You try to sleep, counting sheep proved fruitless and the warmth of Steven’s chest on your back caused your body temp to rise to an uncomfortable degree. But you tried to remain still, you’ve been under worse torture than restlessness and uncomfortable heat, you should be fine. 

…

You were wrong. 

Gently you tried to scoot away from him, hoping to catch some sort of reprieve to no avail. Tried extending your limbs to the cooler parts of your shared blanket in order to cool at least some part of you down but that only helped little, only one foot managed to break free from the too warm confines and that helped significantly but sleeping like that felt too weird (too many horror movies with Jake). You let out a little frustrated huff, your attempts to cool off were met with failure. You were so caught up in trying to cool off you failed to notice the slight stir in the man beside you until you felt his breath next to your ear. 

“Trying to escape again mi carissima?” 

Suddenly, you no longer felt the need to cool off. Instead chills ran down your spine as the urge to hurl crawled its way to your throat. Your body went stiff as you felt him move from your side to leave the bed. You avoided looking at him, the all too familiar feeling of fear and rage made you hesitant to gaze in his direction. You contemplated reaching towards the nearest object and throwing it in his direction. But you looked at the calendar instead, freedom was two days away, you can’t ruin it now by revealing your true feelings. So with a deep, shaking breath in you sat and mustered up all the love and tenderness you could as you gazed at him. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while lover,” you said affectionately as you imagined all sorts of violent, Taylor Swift worthy, things you would rather say to him, “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” you see him looking at you with apprehension, and what you could almost mistake for guilt. 

“I was giving you space,” he said as he changed out of his sweaty night shirt for a fresh one, your eyes lingered where his sleep pants hung on his hips. Damn, you had forgotten that while the man in front of you was certifiable, he was also hot as fuck, and that if he turned around you knew your eyes would follow south. You couldn’t help it, with hips and an ass like that how could you not look at it and go a little feral. 

“Well,” you cleared your throat a little, forcing your eyes to remain firmly on his face despite the almost magnetic force trying to pull your gaze downwards, “that was probably a wise idea.” 

“I thought I had to do this,” he says, Jake was never one to halfheartedly apologize when he doesn’t believe he should “for us.” 

“Still,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest, “don’t you think you should’ve brought it up with me? To give me a choice?”

“I’m giving you one now,” he said, eyes turning to you for the first time in weeks, “I wasn’t acting right before. I was angry and scared, you were going to abandon us like we didn’t matter. You weren’t even going to tell me the truth, you were going to leave that very night. I became rash, and crazy, and…” his eyes cast down towards the bunched up shirt in his hand, “I hurt you.” He tossed the soiled shirt into the laundry basket before turning his gaze back to you, “So I’ve been staying away, remaining a fly on the wall as I watched you with Steven and Marc. Punishing myself by seeing you but never touching you.” 

“If I didn’t know any better,” you said with anger rumbling in your chest, “I would almost call the tone in your voice remorse.”

“I apologize for hurting you,” he states moving to the side of the bed where he laid moments before, before sitting the mattress sinking with him slightly. “I regret that deeply but I don’t apologize or regret bringing you here.” 

“Then what the fuck are you doing?”

“I am giving you a choice,” he said, eyes bearing into you, “now that you’ve lived here for a while, seen what our life can be like. Will you stay?”

What? 

Your eyes dart between his as your mind struggles to come up with any alternative motives he has behind this. He could be luring you into a false security, be sadistically playing with your feelings as a way to punish you further for trying to leave them behind. 

“What would you do if I went?” 

“I’d follow you,” he says with no hesitance, “I’d follow you anywhere mi carissima, from desert to tundra I’d follow you faithfully and without complaint.” his hands hesitantly grab yours, “I can handle myself, and so can Marc and surprisingly so can Steven. You don’t need to worry about us in a fight, but I will not force us to stay here. The choice is yours.” 

There was a lot to think about, there were many contradictory feelings swirling inside of you. A mix of shock, anger, and the tiniest glimmer of hope were the most prominent. You see his eyes and know he’s being honest. He won't force you to remain in this house they’ve built just for you, but he won’t let you leave him. Though, looking back you guessed you never did want to leave them anyways. You were going to leave to protect them and now that you know they were more than capable of protecting themselves…you weren’t sure. You could always lie and manipulate them further, then leave like you had planned to do since you got here. But you could also stay…you don’t know. 

“Do I have to decide now?”

“No,” he assured, “I won’t force you to,” he grabbed the spare pillow and throw blanket at the end of the bed, “I don't want you to get overheated again so I’ll sleep on the couch. So, don’t worry about making any decisions right now and try to get some rest…goodnight.” and with that he left. Leaving the door open behind him and leaving you in a state of shock and disbelief. You knew eventually you would have to see him again, he was a part of them but you’d never imagine it would go like this. You kind of imagined he would have the same look in his eyes like he did when he stabbed a needle in your neck, to act insane and possessive and obsessive and hold you hostage with no choice in sight. Except he just gave you one, something to ponder the next two days about. 

Dread fills you as the decision lies in front of you. Waiting for you to make a choice. 

Needless to say, you didn’t get any sleep that night. 

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The past two days passed in a blur before you were finally seated next to Steven as he answered the doctors medical questions regarding his overall health. Marc and Steven seemed to have calmed down slightly in terms of spending every minute with you and never letting you out of their sight. It was odd, and now you were conflicted. After Jake’s sudden (and brief) visit your mind had been running a million miles trying to figure out what angle he could be playing. Was this psychological warfare? Was he testing you? 

You excused yourself to the bathroom as planned once the intake was over, mentally your mind began counting down from thirty minutes as you stepped into the bathroom. As expected there were no cameras here in the women’s restroom, which was to your benefit, along with a window. It was smaller than you had expected but it was large enough for you to crawl out of. You were quick to silently click the lock on the door leading to the bathroom before you went to one of the sinks to turn the faucet on. Opening the window and crawling through was bound to make some noise and the rushing water was going to mute some of the noise you would be making. As your hand reaches for the hot and cold knobs you pause. Time was ticking away by the second, every minute you stood there undecided was a minute you could’ve had to get away. Yet here you were. Were you actually considering staying with them? 

It’s horrible, what a few acts of kindness can do. Giving you space, giving you a choice…and you’re a mess. Wasn’t that what you wanted to begin with? A choice? There are only two ways that this plays out, you know this. On one hand you go, you turn the knobs and you run, like you’ve always done, alone. There was no guarantee that Yelena would pick up, there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t be thrusted right back into the life of a mercenary, there was no guarantee that doing this would grant you the freedom you’ve fought so hard and yearned for so long for. Was it freedom if all you did was hide and run? What would happen if you stayed? Jake, Marc, and Steven were an unpredictable risk. Jake could be lying, you wouldn’t put it past any of them to lie and act in order to keep you, even Steven…on the other hand, maybe this was a pattern of yours. Maybe all you ever do in any situation is run, run away from every complex thought and feeling and you never turn back. Maybe the reason you never felt free was because you weren’t meant to be.  You can’t recall the number of times you’ve spent countless night staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping, with gut wrenching guilt as you replay all the terrible things you’ve done as a widow; the people you’ve killed, countries you’ve lead into war that orphaned children, secrets you’ve both hidden and exploited. There were nights you’ve asked for some sort of punishment that would ease the guilt that was slowly killing you. Maybe this was it, maybe this was the punishment. 

Staying, knowing full well that this time there is no evil man behind you pulling your strings, that there was no one to blame but yourself for the outcome. Knowing that your last meaningful act of free will was to throw away the autonomy you had treasured as if it was something solid and tangible in exchange for a gilded cage with no means of escape and constantly wondering if you made the right choice. 

And never knowing if you did. 

Your shoulders slumped as the weight of it weighed heavily. What was it going to be? 

Freedom in exchange for redemption, or redemption in exchange for your freedom. 

You’re not as sly as you think you are–or–as you used to be. Jake had your plan figured out the moment you suggested Marc see the doctor for ‘sleeping medication’. He had to hand it to you, your manipulation tactics were impressive, the collective ‘we’ and ‘us’ and adoring looks and gentle touches were truly inspired. 

You silly, silly little spider…did you really think anything that Jake had told you was true?

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Yes, he admits he may have fucked it up a little by going a little bat-shit crazy and sticking a needle into your pretty neck and forcing you into a home that wasn’t finished quite yet. But he made up for it, he let you get this far with your little trick. It was the least he could do, along with offering a fake choice. You weren’t even going to make it to the nearest payphone (which is surprisingly still functional given its obsolete status) before he dragged you back home kicking and screaming if that’s what it took. 

Still, though, he doesn’t like you kicking but as for the screaming (well, given the right circumstances he loves to hear you scream, especially when it’s his name)

So instead of outwardly calling your little game out, he decides to play along, acting none the wiser and giving the biggest performance of his life. 

He knows you like to think yourself a master manipulator, but the truth was that without the constant threat of death and Dreykov’s mind control, your manipulation skills have gotten rusty. A once sharp and carefully polished tool now dull and worse for wear. Against easily manipulated fools like Steven and (sometimes) Marc, it’s effective. But he was the only one who was truly your equal. Jake was the only one who truly understood you. Steven had false memories to comfort him and while Marc and Jake lived with the unhappy ones, and while he wasn’t perfect, at least their dad never forgot Marc’s birthday. Jake had no one, had nothing–not even his own body! Much like you did as a widow. You were the only person who could possibly understand him and by extension he was the only one to understand you. 

There is a strange power in being understood, it’s terrifyingly intoxicating, especially to one who is never understood. Jake had never been particularly interested in salvation or redemption in general, but you became his religion, the altar where he worshiped and the light that baptized him. Worshiping you was as easy as breathing, like it was what he was made to do. So he listened devotedly to every syllable from your mouth and he made a list of all you said. 

Jake had wanted to marry you before showing you the home he had built, (well him, Marc, and Steven), he had it all planned out, the only thing he didn’t plan for was that night. Suddenly his light was taken from him, his comfort, his home, his life was stripped away from him before he could utter a word. 

That would drive any man insane. 

He made a few questionable choices, sure, but he paid for them and now here was his reward. Driving back from the doctors with a prescription he doesn’t intend on picking up with you in the passenger seat. Willingly and holding his hand. 

He smiles, ignoring the way your eyes shine with unshed tears and how your fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls your hand for a kiss. None of that matters, you’re with him now. 

With no chance of escape. 

Ever again.

[ominoose]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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📖┆ The Nervous Bookclub Guy - You're at book club in your local cafe when one of the newer members comes through the door late, mumbling apologies about the bus being late as he sits himself next to you.

🌡️┆ He's at home sick, you get to play nurse - Steven's caught some sort of cold, and is in sneezing and sniveling in bed. It's up to you to convince him to stay in bed and nurse him back to help.

🥪┆ You and Steven go on a picnic - You and Steven are at the park on a lovely sunny day enjoying a nice, vegan picnic.

🏠┆ Your neighbour is a creepy pervert - You just moved into a new flat and the neighbour opposite you is a bit odd.

👻┆ He's a ghost - You move into a new manor after inheriting it from a recently passed aunt. After a long day of restoring the place and moving in, you're interrupted by an oddly polite ghost.

🗝️┆ You're the newest nanny (Brahms AU) - You answer an ad in the British country side to be a live in nanny. When you arrive, you're actually babysitting a doll. Or so you thought.

🐹┆ Steven turned into a hamster - You come home to the flat, hearing little squeaks, but Steven is nowhere in sight. As you flop onto your bed, a little brown bundle of adorable fluff lands on your chest.

🍼 ┆ Three year old Steven - Its a rainy morning outside and a tired mess of dark curls and warm, pudgy cheeks just flopped onto your bed to say good morning.

[bad4amficideas]

Imagine Soulmate AU with the Moon Knight System. Idk, going for your life with 3 names in that society, being bullied and all, and then discover that they are one but DID and/or magic or whatever.

[morgantapper]

Yan!MoonBoys

Meant for my fic blog @imagine-silk

Steven

Everything in his life got flipped around very quickly. He knew you from before and was kind of dating you. So when he goes through the events of Moon Knight a part if him cracks because now he's lost everything. There's just you.

The wants something to anchor him. He knows what he's doing it bad but this is the man who got an ankle restraint instead of seeing a doctor, he's not going to just hope for the best without drastic measures.

Kidnapping you is simple to a concerning amount. But in your defense, you didn't expect to be kidnapped by a guy you've known for two years.

He routinely asks you to just be as always, that it will be better for the both of you if you did. He's not exactly threatening you but the option of leaving is a full no and never.

And if you do escape nothing really happens. He's not going to hurt you ever, he wants you to stay with him forever so he won't even think about it. He'll just go on a rant on how he doesn't want you to leave him, that he's being selfish but he doesn't think he can handle himself without you.

Marc

Of course he knows who you are, Steven pined over you for a while before you started dating. He is not in love with you at first. His whole reasoning of keeping you locked in was his love for Steven. He would and has killed for him so if Steven needs to keep his partner inside they are not leaving.

You didn't really know about Marc so that was a whole other level of scary to add to the list. He makes it clear he has no interest in harming you but he's not going to help you either.

But he does get attached to you and that sparks paranoia. Everything is put away and blocked off, you can't even go into the kitchen. The window gets covered on the very very off chance someone will see you on the top floor. The flat is, for lack of better words, baby proofed.

He will go on about your safety. All of it is for your safety. And if you leave he freaks out. You won't make it very far. When you get back he'll rant about how he can only protect you here, how they both need you. If you are still defiant he will lock you in a room.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

hear me out. yandere moon boys with their darling always acting up and trying to escape but Marc and Steven had enough so they let Jake out to deal with her sassy ass 😈😈😈

I gotcha anon!

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Punished

Yandere!moon knight system x afab!reader

Cw/triggers: Intimidation, possessive behavior, dead dove do not eat, not beta read non-consensual touching, dacryphilia(sort of)

The amount of anxiety and trust issues you gave Steven, the heavy heart you gave Marc and the anger you gave Jake each time trying to get away from them did not go unnoticed.

In fact, every time you've been a brat, Marc, Jake and even Steven seemed to get more fed up. There were some times where they just refused giving you food, locked you up and tied you up, and seeing even the kind hearted Steven act like that either gave you the impression they're about to lose it and let you go or they would find more ways to keep you in place.

And last night you nearly managed to escape, but it didn't took the boys long enough to catch up on you and bring you back. Again.

"How many times do we have to tell you until you finally listen to us?"

Marc fumbled with one of Steven's ankle restraints before firmly closing it around your ankle, not tight enough to cause pain, but definitely strong enough to make his point.

"I'm here against my will, and I will make sure to get out and have you imprisoned."

Marc stopped for a moment, looking straight ahead for a second when a soft breath came out.

"Imprisoned?" He repeated, looking like he's holding in a laugh with the corner of his mouth tugging upwards a little bit. "You think a prison is enough?"

His answer left you quite stunned.

Then Marc stood up, looking down at you with a slight scowl.

"You've even managed to get Steven furious, poor fella wants Jake to deal with you," he paused, sucking in a breath "and I couldn't agree more." he finished darkly.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Jake?"

Noticing the hint of fear in your voice Marc nodded.

"Yeah, Jake. Steven had enough of your stunts and I brought you back. Jake will put you back in your place."

Without another word he left, leaving you to ponder what Jake will do.

When he came back, Jake made it crystal clear he was in control. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" He stalked closer, one hand casually tucked into his pocket.

Jake sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on your thigh. He leaned closer, supporting himself with his other hand, the hand on your thigh tightening its grip noticable.

"I will go easy on you only this time."

He took in your frightened expression with a small smirk, his hand inching around to your hip, stopping just short before your ass.

You spoke weakly. "What are you doing?"

Jake's hand smoothed over your butt, squeezing firmly enough to make you squirm.

"Whatever the fuck I need to do in order to keep your bratty ass here where you belong."

Jake said the last part with a hint of a growl.

You tried struggling against his hand but the restraints on you didn't budge one inch.

"Jake," you breathed pleadingly "I'm sorry."

His hand moved back over your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh, seemingly enjoying the state you're in. At their mercy.

"What's that? You're sorry?" He replied with a soft snort. "Too bad Steven and Marc are telling me to continue."

You mewled. "No please.."

Jake tsked. "Can't do that, mi amor. You need to be taught a lesson."

Your eyes started tearing up, Jake was being serious but so were Marc and Steven.

You whimpered as the first tears ran down your cheeks. "I apologize."

Jake took a moment to look at the small mirror on the wall seeing the displeased expressions of Steven and Marc.

When he turned to face you again, his hand left you thigh, coming up to grab your chin firmly. "Look into the mirror and tell me what you see." came his cold order, he tilted your head to face it.

Of course all you could see was just Jake's hardened expression looking back at you but knowing Marc and Steven did perhaps have the same expression didn't make it any better for you.

And finally, you answer. "You're angry."

Jake hummed in satisfaction. "You think aplogizing to me is enough?" He glanced back down at you, squeezing your chin just a bit.

"Hm?" He urged.

You squeezed your eyes shut, another set of fresh tears came running down.

As if Jake only noticed them now or didn't bother the first time they spilled from your eyes, his hand moved to brush some away.

"See? Now you're a crying mess," Jake's tone became softer, and you genuinely couldn't tell if he was for real or just put on a show to make you feel like he's showing pity.

He continued, "and why are you a crying mess? Because you decided to be a brat and run from what's keeping you safe. Us."

You sniffled, taking another look into the mirror. "Steven, Marc." you hesistated, "I'm so sorry, I swear I'll behave from now on, just please forgive me."

Jake's corner of the mouth tugged upwards a little bit, his hand releasing your chin slowly and gave your cheek a gente pat.

"There's our good girl," he coos, "I think I'm done here."

Without another word Jake got up and left, leaving you on the bed with your tear stained cheeks and still tied up.

A short while later he came back, but it wasn't Jake nor Marc, it was Steven now. But he didn't have the sweet and gentle tone he always had in the past.

"Love," he started, still softly but with an eerie edge to it. "I really hope for you that you've learned your lesson."

Steven approached you, crouching down at your side. "Have you?"

"Yes..." Your voice cracked at the end.

He hummed softly. "That's good. Really good."

Steven gently but possessively cupped your cheek, leaning in towards you.

"We're proud of you for accepting your place."

The last thing Steven did was giving you a lingering kiss on your forehead.

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[official-mr-knight]

I wonder if yandere jake exists?

[angel-of-the-moons]

Okay so I've been in a better mental state the past few days, so here's a brief rundown of stuffs!

We finally nailed down the date to our family trip but we are still bogged down with doctor's appointments etc (i have an emergency tooth extraction coming up, scalpels may be needed! yikes!)

Our trip will be between March 7 to March 12.

Hopefully during the drive, I can work on the fics I've been neglecting. Like the Yandere!Miguel fic, Blood Moon (Marc Spector/Moon Knight from VoV), and some asks.

But it looks like A Rose Under The Moon should have a new chapter this week! Maybe in a day or two; I've gotten a bit more into the mindset for writing it, I've just been so stressed lately my muse flipped me the bird.

But here is a sweet boy to tide y'all over!

[atlasscrumpit]

Hi! Could you do yandere moon boys who give the reader a severe punishment only to find out later that the reader was actually innocent?

Yandere Moon Knight

You were asleep on the couch, taking a small nap before you were roughly awoken.

You looked up to see Jake grabbing you by the collar.

"J-Jake... What's wrong?" You whispered as he glared at you.

"Well, Cariño. I know you tried to escape." He growled as you looked at him in confusion.

"What? I didn't try to escape, Jake... I want to talk to Steven!" You shouted before he threw you down onto the couch.

"Do not shout at me! Or demand things of me!" He screamed as you felt tears in your eyes.

"Jake, please just listen to me... I didn't try to escape, I promise." You whispered as you sat up before Jake slapped you across the face, making tears spring to your eyes.

You kept your face turned away as you tried to not cry.

"You know I don't like lies. Go to your room, I'll be in there in a minute." He growled as you looked at him.

"I didn't try to escape! I won't get punished for something I didn't do!" You screamed with tears streaming down your face before Jake grabbed you and shoved you onto the floor.

"In your fucking room, Y/N!" He shouted back as you cried and ran to your room.

You sobbed on your bed, usually you'd drag your bed or dresser in front of the door to block it but they'd taken your door away a long time ago.

Jake came in a few minutes later with his belt as you looked at him.

"Please I don't even know what I did..." You whispered through your tears as Jake stared at you.

Maybe he was getting second thoughts because his eyes rolled back and suddenly his face hardened.

"That doesn't work on me, baby. Shirt off, face the wall." He said as you glared at him.

"I didn't do anything!" You screamed before he whipped his belt across your face.

You fell off your bed to your knees as you stared at the ground with wide eyes.

"Keep taking, love. I dare you." He warned as you cried and slowly took of your shirt and stayed on your knees.

"That's what I thought." He grumbled as you cried softly and kept your head down.

You yelped in pain when you felt the first strike.

"Can I please...hold onto my teddy?" You whispered as Marc paused for a second.

"No, you tried to run away. You know the punishment." He said as you cried even more and felt Marc strike you again.

Fifteen strikes later you could feel the burning running throughout your body as you sobbed.

"I'm sorry... Please stop." You begged as you heard him kneels down, by the soft touch you knew it was Steven.

"Shh, it's okay. You did so well, love. Why did you do this, darling? You were doing so well." He said as you cried and looked at him.

"I didn't do anything..." You whispered as Steven looked at you sadly.

"Baby, don't lie to us. We found the window smashed open." He said as you tried to calm down your cries.

"Please! It wasn't me!" You said as Steve sighed and stood up, he turned your light off not taking care of you like usual.

"Get some rest, darling."

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Steven was reading when he heard a knock at the door, he got up and answered it seeing it was his neighbour.

"Oh, Steven. I'm glad you're home, you weren't home before. My grandson was being a little shite like usual and throwing rocks, one happened to go through your window, I'm more than happy to pay for the repair." He said as Steven's blood ran cold.

He was nice enough to the neighbour before saying goodbye and running to your room.

He entered to see you rolled over, trying to soothe yourself.

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry, you weren't lying." He said as you slowly turned around.

"What?" You whispered as he knelt down and brushed a hand through your hair.

"The neighbour told me he accidentally broke the window, oh gods darling I'm so sorry. I should've listened... I'm so sorry." He said as you started crying again.

"You scared me." You whispered, all three of them feeling a pang of guilt run through them.

"I know, I know, love. We'll all make it up to you, I promise. I'm sorry." He whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"They hate me don't they?" You whispered, trying to not cry.

"Jake and Marc? No, love. They could never ever hate you, they love you so much. This is all our fault, baby. None of this is your fault." He replied as you nodded and let him wipe away your tears.

"If you buy me things I want I might forgive you." You whispered with a small smile on your face making Steven chuckle.

"You've got it, darling. Whatever you want."

[iheartdreamsofwoe]

Moonlight killer part 4

I wake up in a dark room I open my eyes to darkness. You feel a weird sensation throughout your body, like tingles moving under your skin. A unknown man speaks up, his voice in a soft whisper. "Are you awake, my love?" "Oh, hi there darling,

The unknown man corners you you were alone scared You were so scared that you didn't realize how pitched black it is . It's completely pitch black Why don't you come with me? I'll make sure you get home safe. You never know what sort of terrible things might be waiting out there in the dark." Marc i say oh no silly it's me Steven with v said Steven "Oh my goodness love, look at you."

"What's wrong darling? Said Steven what's going on I say looking at the man scared. He walks towards me Steven puts a finger to your lips.

Steven walks over to me and sits next to you on the floor . Something isn't right and he's trying to figure it out. His brows are stitched together with concern. He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"shhh...don't talk, just relax. Tell me what's wrong hun...what hurts?" I start to cry don't cry love said Steven