#dark fic prompt

[apuckishwit]

For your prompts: Steddie, and "Want. Take. Have." *tiny voice* maybe make it a little dark? As a treat?

Not SUPER dark, but anyone who has read my AO3 works knows I have absolutely nothing against a little Dark!Eddie now and then, lol. Hope this pleases!

CW: dubious (at best) consent via magic (nothing explicit, though the ending certainly implies more)

Eddie absolutely loathes Starcourt.

It’s loud, overly bright, and always crawling with other Fae, creatures, and—most annoyingly—human magic users. In general, he avoids the place like the plague unless he’s in need of a particularly rare spell component, or his uncle asks him to help out at the shop he’s been running here for the last few centuries.

Today, it’s the latter.

Eddie is lounging behind the counter, idly flicking bolts of his magic at the flowering vines that twine around the entrance to his uncle’s shop and watching the pretty little pink and white blooms (shaped like stars, because of fucking course they are) wither and shrivel before the power inherent in the site brings them back to life. He’s got probably another hour before one of the garden fairies comes to yell at him for straining their preservation spells. He’ll probably stop before then…he doesn’t want to get his uncle fined, after all. It’s been a slow day, fortunately, and his uncle—Eddie can’t quite remember what name he’s using for business these days…something that starts with a W, something depressingly human, as he makes most of his sales to witches and warlocks and using a human name makes them more comfortable or some shit—is due back from his business in their home realm sometime tonight. He’s almost daring to hope that he’ll be able to close up the shop without dealing with any other customers when there’s a soft pop of air and magic right outside the entrance and a group of humans appear in Starcourt’s receiving area.

Bored and feeling a little mischievous, Eddie straightens and leans forward, taking a look at the group. They’re almost all children. Well, all right, mid-teens, probably, but Eddie’s started counting his age in millennia—all humans are children to him, even the most elderly. A decently-powerful witch with curly brown hair is looking around Starcourt with wide, dark eyes, clutching the hand of another witch with two long, flame-red braids. A warlock wearing an eye-searingly bright colored shirt and possibly the stupidest cap Eddie’s ever seen looks far too excited to be here and behind them, bent over with his hands braced on his knees and clearly breathing through the nausea that some humans experience when they step through the portal to Starcourt…

Eddie straightens even further. Well now.

Eddie doesn’t care for humans, in general. They’re noisy, clumsy things in his experience, always thinking they’re wiser and more powerful than they are and making it everyone else’s problem. They do occasionally, however, produce absolutely lovely specimens.

The young man with the teenagers is fucking beautiful. Not a drop of magic in his veins, which surprises Eddie…magicless humans aren’t forbidden from entering Starcourt or anything, but it’s pretty unusual. The man finally straightens, running a hand through his hair. The sleeve of his shirt—he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and lightwash jeans, it should look stupid, how is he making it work?—bunches just so over his bicep and Eddie kind of wants to sink his teeth into the muscle.

There are rules for interacting with humans. Customs, traditions, and no few laws that have been written over the centuries. His uncle has adapted well enough, seems content to go through the intricate motions that let him build business and personal relationships with the humans that come to his shop. Gaining things you want from humans has become quite complicated. Eddie’s personal beliefs on the matter are a bit simpler.

Want.

Take.

Have.

He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. Never mind getting fined, if Eddie’s caught fucking around with a human under the protections of Starcourt’s guest rights, his uncle could get his shop license revoked for the next hundred years. The magicless human listens to something the warlock is saying, before throwing his head back and laughing. A few shafts of sunlight filter down from the roof onto the receiving area, kissing his skin golden.

He just won’t get caught, then.

Eddie raises his forearm to his mouth and blows a gentle breath across the bats tattooed on his pale skin. They flutter their wings briefly before lifting right off his arm, tiny wisps of shadow and darkness. Eddie nods towards the little group with a smirk and the bats dart away, flapping through the air and becoming nearly invisible as soon as they cross the threshold of the shop. Eddie sits back on the little stool behind the counter, closing his eyes as the bats land unobtrusively on the beautiful young man’s back. He feels the little shiver that wracks through the human as his familiars slip down the collar of his shirt, cling to the back of his neck and shoulders.

There’s protection magic woven around him, spells constructed with more strength than skill and pressed into his skin. The magic feels like the warlock currently examining the map of Starcourt set up in the receiving area, like the red-haired witch and the other, dark-haired girl. There’s other magic in the spell, but it’s all young, not fully trained, not fully developed. Eddie tilts his head curiously—why would the only protections placed on this pretty thing have originated from a bunch of half-grown witches and warlocks? It’s quite unsafe for magicless humans to go about this world with no protections. Just about anything could happen to them.

Eddie feels along the threads of magic connecting him to his little familiars, prods just lightly at the protection charms woven around the enthralling human. Strong. He opens his eyes and flicks his gaze to the dark-haired girl. She’s going to be a force to be reckoned with when she comes into her full power. She’s obviously the one who wove most of the spells, though the feel of the warlock’s magic is also very present. How sweet…they must love the young man very much.

Alas, the fairy tales are not entirely accurate, and even reinforced by true love, spells made by half-trained children are still spells made by half-trained children. It is the work of seconds to slip past the protective magic, one of his bats sinking right into the skin at the pretty thing’s nape and going still as the others dissolve into mist and shadow. Eddie watches him sway slightly on his feet, blinking rapidly, before he shakes his head and tunes back in to whatever the kids are saying. Eddie slips from behind the counter and saunters over to the shop entrance, positioning himself to hear the conversation under the guise of coming out of the shop to smoke.

“Steve, c’mon! We’re old enough to go shopping by ourselves,” the warlock wheedles. “I just want some new alchemy tools and El wants to look at the crystals in that dryad’s shop we saw last time. You don’t even like alchemy!”

The pretty human crosses his arms over his chest, levelling the boy with an unimpressed look. “Correct. Hell, I can’t even see half the shit in this place. However, I promised your parents I’d keep an eye on you.”

“Which you can totally do! Just, you know, with, like hourly check-ins or something,” the red-haired witch says, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Steve come on…we’re not going to do anything stupid, and we’ve all got guest rights while we’re here.”

“Max,” the human, Steve apparently says warningly…how funny, most human names (the one he himself often uses notwithstanding) sound stupid to his ears, but he kind of likes this one. ‘Max’ elbows the dark-haired witch in the side and she unleashes a truly lethal set of puppy eyes.

“Please, Steve? Hop never lets me go anywhere by myself. Dustin, Max, and I promise to stay together, and we will check back here every hour.”

Steve narrows his eyes, and Eddie takes the opportunity to brush his fingers over another of his tattoos. The puppeteer’s hand twitches, the strings glowing silver briefly as Eddie whispers, “Let them go, lovely. You’re not worried about it.”

His pretty new toy shivers again, frowning slightly before his face clears and he sighs heavily. “Fine. You have three hours. You check back here every hour on the hour. Don’t make me regret it.”

The warlock and the redhead rear back. “Wait, seriously?” the warlock says. “Dude! Thank you!”

The witches jump up and down in excitement as Steve fishes his wallet out of his pocket and hands them each a few bills of human money (Eddie personally prefers gold, but a lot of Fae and lesser creatures have been switching over to the human monetary system for convenience’s sake). The dark-haired witch hugs him briefly, and then all three children scamper off, leaving his pretty standing in the Starcourt receiving area.

Eddie’s smirk edges into dangerous. Predatory. It’s a bit foolish of the children to leave a completely magicless human by himself in a place where so many magical beings and creatures congregate, even with guest rights. Eddie has no intentions of hurting this beautiful thing, after all. The guest rights aren’t really going to help him. He passes a hand over the puppeteer tattoo again, setting the fingers twitching, the strings glowing.

“Come over here, sweet thing. Let me have a better look at you.”

Across the way, Steve turns towards the store his movements growing slow and a little dreamy as Eddie pulls on the threads of magic connecting them. Eddie stubs his cigarette out in the flowering vines, licking his lips in anticipation as the human draws closer. “Hello,” he purrs when his pretty is standing in front of him, a dazed little smile on his face. Eddie takes his chin in his hand, tilting his head this way and that, stroking that temptingly plush lower lip with his thumb as he does. “Oh, we are going to have some fun,” he whispers. He flicks a bolt of magic at the clock behind the counter, setting it to chime when they have ten minutes before the children are due to check in. Then he shuts the shop door, flips the sign to Closed, and curls his arm around Steve’s trim waist. “Step into my office, pretty.”

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #magic and fae #fic prompt #dark fic prompt #dubious consent

[dark-fiction-and-angst]

Person A has a phobia, but it’s never been THAT big of a problem before. Or at the very least they’ve never needed to conquer it. One day, something happens to Person B where they’re in danger of being seriously injured or dying. Person A wants to save them desperately but would have to conquer their phobia to do so. (Examples: A has pyrophobia and B is trapped in a house fire or A has thalassophobia and B is drowning.)

Person A wants to save B, but they’re frozen in horror. They helplessly watch/hear B die, knowing they could have saved them.

#writing prompt #dark fic #dark fic prompt #trigger warning #death #trigger warning death #phobias

[chxrryhansen]

2. Rafe x innocent (and kinda naive/ airhead?) reader where reader and rafe are dating (still very new) and reader keeps reminding him she wants to wait longer (when they are making out/feeling each other up) and he keeps trying to go further, so he tells/manipulates her that it’s not normal for girls to not want to go further and something could be wrong, so he “checks” her (rubbing her clit and fingering her) and asking things like “does that feel good?” “Doesn’t that make you want more?” “Something probably is wrong if you want me to stop”, just so he can convince her to say she wants more (so then he fucks her).   

-💎

ur asks have me going FERAL. your brain is so beautiful and it must be treasured and protected at all costs. i actually hate the way i wrote this but i was too far in to change it by the time i realised i didn’t like it😒😒 nevertheless, this is a long one guys so buckle up!! (1.5k words!!!😱😱)

₊♡₊˚ 🎀・₊✧

you and rafe had only been dating for a few weeks, relationships were pretty much a whole new thing for you since your upbringing hadn’t really allowed it. you hadn’t had sex before, ever. and rafe wasn’t going to be patient for much longer, the furthest you two had went is making out, when it got heated you pulled back.. pushing him away and saying you didn’t feel well.

rafe was getting desperate, you didn’t even realise what you did to him. he was painfully hard most of the time since you were oblivious to how sexual you were being. such as bending over right infront of his face, showing him your cutesy pink panties or accidentally grinding against his cock when you squeezed past him in the kitchen. rafes frustration was at its peak and he couldn’t take it any longer.

rafe stretched his arm around your waist as you both lay in bed watching tv, biting his lip in thought before reaching out to grip your jaw gently, turning you to face him. he leant forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, it didn’t take long knowing rafe before it got heated, as his tongue began battling your own for dominance you pulled away, taking deep breaths as you stared up at him with big innocent eyes.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he muttered, lifting his thumb to wipe his drool from your mouth.

“n-nothing rafe, i just.. i don’t… i can’t go any further with you, i-i don’t think i’m ready for that.” rafe’s patience was out of the window by now, all rational thoughts evaporating as his cock grew harder, straining against his pants, desperate to be inside your sweet cunt.

“baby…” he sighed. “this isn’t normal.”

you stared at him with a confused expression, your eyebrows knitted. “i-i don’t understand, did i do something?”

he was quick to shut that thought down “no, no, no, my sweet girl, it’s more about what you didn’t do. see, other girls your age…they love being good for their daddy’s, and i just don’t think you are being good f’ me.” tears began to whell up in your eyes, his negative feedback not sitting right in your stomach. “daddy?” you questioned gently, your bottom lip wobbling.

“yeah, i’m your daddy, baby. and i think it’s about time you start calling me that. it’s true, no? i take care of you, i feed you, pay for your clothes, hell, i even take you to the bathroom. i may aswell be your daddy, so that’s what your gonna’ call me from now on, you got that?” he speaks softly, not wanting to discourage you or push you further away but needing to be firm enough so you understand. he’s testing the waters. seeing how easy it is to control your sweet mind in ways only a man like him could.

“i mean.. yeah, that-that makes sense i guess.”

a sly smile appears on his face, his thumb wiping a salty tear from your cheek “good girl.” he lifts your skirt with one hand, pushing into your panties and rubbing your clit, you gasp in surprise at the new sensation. “daddy! w-what are you doing?” you ask in shock.

rafe sighs “daddy needs to give you a check up baby, just to make sure nothin’s wrong. all i need to do is rub that sweet button of yours and fuck my fingers into your pretty pussy, mkay?” your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. “mkay, daddy.” you moan. rafes fingers stray from your clit to your entrance, his cock growing impeccably harder from the feel of your wetness, your pussy leaking around his hand.

“d-daddy, feels s’ good.” you whimper as he pushes his fingers into your hole, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick digits. “yeah? you like that? you like it when daddy fingers your sweet pussy?” he groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

he picks up his pace, fingering you roughly until the knot in your stomach begins to tighten, you grab at his wrist, pushing him away, which doesn’t really do much since your strength is no match for his own. “daddy! stop, i-i think i’m gonna’ pee.” you whine, embarrassment flooding through your veins. your cheeks flushed from the humiliation.

he lets out a small laugh, his famous smirk still painted across his face “no baby, your not gonna’ pee.. your gonna’ cum. your gonna’ cum with my fingers deep inside your cunt. ask me. ask daddy for permission.” he growls, a flip switching inside his brain. “p-please daddy, make me cum, please can i cum? please please please.” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you try desperately to hold back.

“cum.”

he growls, watching as your legs begin to shake, your pussy sucking his fingers further into your cunt. you cry out as your body spasms, a thick creamy fluid leaking out of you and into rafes palm. “that’s it, let it all out. dirty fuckin’ girl. creaming all over your daddy’s fingers.”

your breathing begins to slow as you come down from your orgasm although rafe keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, catching you in a deep kiss. he takes your hand in his own and leads it down towards his cock, making you instantly recoil. rafe lets out a mixed groan of annoyance and sigh of disappointment under his breath. you look towards the bed, feeling guilty as ever. he turns you to face him again, his pretty blues simmering in darkness. “listen. pretty baby, i was trying to be nice earlier but… i think there is something wrong with you. all the other girls your age wanna’ fuck daddy, so why don’t you? i’ve been so patient with you sweets but, the clock’s tickin’.”

rafes fingers begin to fuck into you once again at a rapid pace, your whimpers and cries filling the room as he fucks you with his fingers. “see? doesn’t that feel good? doesn’t that make you want more?” you nod your head, dazed with pleasure. not even fully understanding his questions. “good girl.” he mutters before taking his cock out of his pants, before you even realise whats happening, rafe had removed his fingers and crawled on top of you, pushing the mushroom tip of his swollen fat cock against your entrance.

your eyes burst open in shock at the feeling “wait, wait, wait, da-DADDY! Oh fuck!” you practically screamed as rafe bottomed out in your pussy with a single thrust. essentially, popping your cherry. his hand is quick to cover your mouth as he glares down at you from above. his sanity is long gone by now, the crazed look on his face scaring you into submission.

“shut the fuck up. i-i’m done playing games now. your gonna’ shut your pretty little mouth and-and daddy’s gonna’ fuck your cunt until he cums deep inside you, okay?” you didn’t respond seeming as his hand was covering your mouth.

he lifted his palm from your mouth before quickly striking you across the face, you cried out as your skin began to fluster due to the impact of his hit. he swiftly gripped your jaw making you look him in the eyes once more “you-you fuckin’ answer me when i’m talkin’ to you. you nod your fuckin’ head when daddy asks you a question.” this time you were quick to nod your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed a “y-yes daddy.”

if anything they just seemed to turn rafe on even more. “good… good girl.” he groaned before pummelling his cock further into your cunt, he began thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking you so hard the headboard began to bash against the wall. your screams of pleasure probably being heard for miles. “ohhhh shit, you see that, you fuckin’ slut?” he pointed your face towards where your cunt and his cock connected, a pool of pink cream surrounding the base of his cock, a mixture of blood and cum. you were too far gone to talk at this point, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as you simply nodded your head, your eyes rolling back.

“fuck i can’t believe you tried to hide this shit from me, tried to hide how much of a greedy fuckin’ cock slut you are. it’s okay though baby, daddy loves when you turn into a desperate little whore. gonna’ have you writhing on this fat cock every day of the week from now on.”

#💎anon #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #dark rafe cameron x reader #dark! rafe cameron #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron prompt

[gardengirl222]

omg lene you should do something about a 80's slashers au with rafe and the boys that would be soooo cool!! ❤️❤️

!!! omigod yesss i'm gonna start with 80's slasher!rafe if feel like he'd be a creepy little stalkerrr, def season 2 rafe 💞

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - non con, violence, stalking, spanking, slight breeding kink, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

you sat in the comfort of your bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, finishing up some homework while talking with a girlfriend of yours on the phone. you reach your hand out to your nightstand to grab the nail file when the sound of the door closing causes you to freeze, being left home alone, your heart starts to race, and you hang up the phone and walk up to your door. you pull down your pretty little white nightgown so it covers your ass as you press your ear to the door to make sure it was just your parents.

all you hear is silence so you shrug and convince yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, then the phone starts to ring again, thinking it was just your friend calling you back, and you pick up the phone. 

"hello?" you speak with your voice lowered.

"hey babyface" you stop moving when you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"who's calling?" you try to sound assertive but end up sounding like a scared puppy. 

"i've been uh- watching you for a long time, an' i figured i should introduce myself," he says, his voice all gravely. you grip on the handle of the phone and reach an arm over to close your curtains quickly.

"stop that! it's not funny, whoever this is leave me alone." you almost whine. 

"nah can't do that baby, you looked too pretty in that nightgown...you wearin' panties underneath?" he continues. 

"i'm gonna call my boyfriend an-and he'll find out who you are and beat you up!" you stutter.

"you're not gonna do that, cuz uh- i'm in the house, and if you hang up-"

"i'll call the police!" you cut him off.

"i need you to listen to me, if you don't wanna die, you need to walk down to the living room slowly- you try to run and i'll catch you. if you don't come down, i'll go up n'get you." he then hangs up, your chest heaving as tears start to form in your eyes, you think about climbing out the window but it is on the second floor and the man might catch you and kill you! you decide to grab a chair to put against the door to keep him coming in but it's too late, as you take one step backward trying to drag the chair you feel the blade of a knife press against your neck. you gasp, ready to scream.

"shshshsh, behave." the man shushes you, pressing himself behind you, god he must be tall. "told you to listen" he coos condescendingly. 

"please, please don't..." you sob. 

"hey, hey! shut up- listen to me alright?" he raises his voice causing you to shut your eyes and nod slowly in fear, tears spill down your face. "good girl. want you to lay down on your bed and stay there, don't move, scream, talk or do anything 'less i tell you." you nod again slowly and he removes the knife from your neck, you do as you are told and lay down on your bed, silently sobbing. 

you look at the man, face now lit up by the soft light of your nightstand lamp, you watch him come closer and wipe some of the sweat forming on his forehead under his messy hair with the back of his hand that's holding the knife. he grins, getting up on your bed and tossing the knife next to him as he pins you down. 

"r-rafe?..." you whisper, now realizing who it is.

"yeah! yeah baby it's me..." he continues to grin. 

"get off! please rafe, i don't wanna do this with you!" you whine and start to squirm a little bit.

"you don't really have a choice." he mumbles as he runs his rough hands up and down your thighs, stopping to grab the hem of your lace panties. "you wear this for me?" he says pulling them down as you really start to cry, trying to get him off of you by pushing at his shoulders but he's too strong.

"i have a- my boyfriend-" you start but then he looks back into your eyes and smiles again. "nah, you don't, i got rid of 'im... cut him up, he's in the trunk of my truck. wanna see?" he asks, his eyes following yours, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears away lovingly. 

"why!? why are you doing this!" you sob and try and move your face away from his touch. "i love you, i love you so much and you never talked to me or...looked at me and i need you to love me too…say it…" he demands. you shake your head no and try and push him off, pissed, rafe manhandles you. he flips you onto your stomach and lifts you up by your waist so your face is smushed against the messy sheets, ass in the air. "you fucking brat." he spits out.

he yanks your panties down and smacks your ass with his large hand, holding your wrists in the other. he forcefully spreads your legs and places a hard slap on your poor wet little cunt.

you let out a yelp as he "soothes" your throbbing pussy by rubbing your clit with the rough pads of three fingers. "are you a virgin princess?" he whispers, pressing a gross, sloppy kiss to your cheek. you whine out and try to move your face away. "what? you don't like my kisses?" he leans in again to give you a few more of those wet kisses, making taunting kissy sounds that make you scrunch up your face and mewl.

"gonna make you feel reeeally good baby, gonna make this little pussy cream all over me, yeah?" he rambles, grabbing the knife with his free hand, bringing it back to your neck. "please rafe, i've never- "

"you waited for me? huh? princess saved herself for me." you can hear his smile, he's almost relieved that he will be your first and last. he pulls himself out of his boxers and starts to line himself up. "i would'a stretched you out a bit first but this cunt is a dripping mess already so."

you scream as you feel his fat tip press against your entrance. "shhhhshh, s'just the tip." he murmurs, easing himself in slowly until he's stretching you as you've never felt, his tip kisses your cervix. "ow! it's too big, too much, too big..." you ramble, squeezing down on his cock unable to really move due to the knife.

"n'you are so tight, fuck, this is where you should'a always been..taking me like this babydoll." he grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust causing you to whine and to try and pull your hands away from his grip.

"keep cryin', it's only making me harder princess," he grunts, tears continue to stream down your face. he pounds into you now hard and fast, you wish you could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he starts to hit that sweet spot.

"stop it! rafeeee" you whine, he shushes you by tossing the knife on the bed again and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues his assault on your cunt. "i should cum in you, knock you up so you won't ever be able to leave me." he breathes out, he lets go of your face and wraps that hand around your neck to bring you up to kiss your neck. "no! no no please pull out! please rafe!" you cry.

he lets go of your neck and throws you back down you your face hits the mattress again, he lets go of your wrists so you are now gripping your sheets. "you know that's the knife i used to stab your boyfriend? he begged like a little bitch. he didn't deserve you." he reaches a hand around to grab your pussy and pull you closer to him, then rubbing your throbbing clit.

"m'na cummm" you mewl, body giving into how he's touching you so roughly yet gently.

"i know baby, give it to me, all over my cock c'mon" he encourages with that tone, and feeling him so deep in you and hitting that spot your body goes numb. shutting your eyes tightly as hot white explodes in you making you feel like you are on a roller-coaster.

he grips your waist and with the other hand, he's lovingly brushing back your messy baby hairs due to your sweaty forehead. "atta girl, thereee, see? i knew you could be good for me." he thrusts once more hard and deep, shooting his thick hot load all up in you causing you to whine at the feeling and making him groan.

he pulls out of you, sticking his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum back in, then leaning in to bite your ass. you let out a little scream, he flips you on your back and grabs the knife, gripping your thigh he brings the knife over to carve a little RC into the meat of your thigh. you try not to thrash around but you do let out another little scream at the pain.

"yer' all mine now kid." he smiles, exhaustion taking over as you let out shaky breaths and let him lean in to press icky kiss to your lips. ᥫ᭡

#tw blood #tw knives #tw knife play #tw noncon #gardengirl222 #lenepilar'sobx!⋆₊ ⊹ #gardengirl'sobx!⋆₊ ⊹ #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron prompt #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #slasher!rafe #slasher!rafe cameron #ghostface rafe #dark!rafe x reader #dark!rafe cameron #dark!fic #dark!rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron noncon #rafe imagine #dark rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut

[the-bar-sinister]

No peaceful sleep for whumpee.

Captive whumpee who isn’t given a place to sleep.

Captive whumpee who is kept bound in an uncomfortable day and night, with no way to lay down.

Captive whumpee who is forced to sleep on a cold, hard floor.

Captive whumpee who is woken up every hour by whumper.

Captive whumpee whose whumper comes in to torment them while they’re sleeping.

Captive whumpee whose whumper blasts noise so they can’t sleep properly.

Captive whumpee who is sprayed with water whenever they fall asleep.

Captive whumpee who is allowed to sleep, but only when they fulfill whumper’s terms.

Captive whumpee who is allowed to sleep but only while whumper is with them or only in whumper’s bed.

Recovering whumpee who can’t sleep without horrible nightmares that wake them up with a racing heart.

Recovering whumpee whose caretaker always sees them whimpering and tossing and turning as they sleep, muttering ‘no’ and ‘please’ in between sharp breaths.

Recovering whumpee who is afraid to go to sleep due to the fear that something will happen to them while they’re not alert.

#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #sleep whump #whumblr #whump #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee

[drewstarkeyslut]

Dark!rafe and dark!reader who show up to the boneyard with different people and after a verbal fight the two end up hooking up in his truck. Maybe they leave together 👀

RIDE OR DIE ᡣ𐭩

Warnings: smut (p in v), choking, slapping, creampie, kidnapping, rafe forcing jj/sofia to watch as he fucks reader (idk what else, sorry if i missed anything)

A/N: sorry it took me forever to finish babe, my motivation has been down the drain lately. i truly dont know if i like this, it’s mehh.. but i hope you enjoy it🥹🥲 also wanted to thank @drudyslut for helping me alot with it by coming up with some ideas, your brain works wonders! ilysm bestie💕

You and Rafe were together but not together, it was complicated. You loved to get under each others skin. It was like a competition, every fucking time. Rafe was a jealous guy, and you were a jealous girl, that was obvious. Shit got crazy from time to time, it was inevitable. You two were toxic together.

Tonight there was a party at the boneyard and you decided the best way to mess with Rafe’s head was to show up with none other than JJ Maybank. You and Rafe had gotten into it the night before, nothing new but you were out for blood. You knew his hatred for the pogue, so you definitely knew what you were getting yourself into. That was the plan and you went with it.

What you didn’t know was that Rafe was two steps ahead.

You and JJ arrived at the boneyard, his arm draped around your neck. His hand basically grazing over your breast. You two walked in smiling and laughing. That’s when you locked eyes with Rafe, he was seething and you knew it. You were living for it.

The first thing you noticed when you looked over at Rafe was the girl who threw herself all over him, peppering his neck with kisses. It was Sofia, the girl before you, the one bitch you despised.

“Hey JJ, you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you in a bit!” You give him a smile and a kiss on the cheek. You knew Rafe was watching and it killed him to witness that even when he just had the bitch all over his neck just a few seconds ago. No one touches his girl, and if they do, they might as well be dead.

“Alright Princess, be safe.” JJ nods at you then proceeds to catch up with the rest of the pogues.

“Hey fuck face!” You shout, storming towards Rafe.

“Who me?” Sofis questions, obvlious to the situation and making it obvious she was annoyed with your presence.

“Not you, you nasty little whore. Him.” You point in Rafes direction. He’s already eyeing you, theres no telling what he’s thinking about with that blank look on his face.

“What do you want y/n? Shouldn’t you be with your little pogue boy toy, Maybank?” Rafe spat, his arms pushing Sofia closer into him. He did it to piss you off, and it was working.

“Actually, yes. Just wanted to stop by and say fuck you, have fun with this dumb cunt! Just know you’ll be thinking about me when you’re inside of her. Have a good fucking night.” You hiss, looking at him then to Sofia. You turn around making sure your hair whipped the bitch in her face.

“Oh I will, sweetheart.” Rafe jabbed. A devilish grin adorning his face as he took a sip from his cup.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Sofia questions Rafe. His eyes are still locked on you as you make your way back to JJ. He watches as JJ wraps his arm around you pulling you closer to him. He says something to you that makes you laugh then plants kisses on your forehead.

“Nothing Sofia, just…fucking drop it.” Rafe’s mind was spiraling, all he could think about was you and that fucking pogue and he didn’t like it one bit.

A couple hours passed since you arrived at the boneyard, you were currently grinding on JJ, genuinely having fun. You were feeling a bit tipsy, not quite drunk yet but definitely not sober. You honestly were just having a good time. You didn’t want to think about Rafe right now, thinking about him with Sofia would just push your fucking buttons.

“Hey JJ, would you please get me another drink?” You ask him with pleading eyes.

“Of course princess. I got ya, I’ll be right back!” JJ gushed.

You were dancing with Sarah and Kie while waiting for JJ to come back with your drink. Ten minutes go by but it felt like hours, JJ never came back. You start to worry as your eyes scan the boneyard. You get a glimpse of where the drinks are set up, but still no sign of JJ. You decide not to worry.. just yet, thinking he probably bumped into John B or Pope and got carried away.

After another hour of dancing and talking with Sarah and Kie you wander off to look for JJ. He certainly wasn’t with John B, because he came looking for Sarah. Pope was with Cleo. So where the fuck did JJ go? Did he find some other girl to take to the Chateau? And if so, why didn’t he just tell you? It’s not like you two were an item.

You were so lost in your thoughts when all of a sudden a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your torso pulling you into someones chest.

“Shh. Baby girl. Don’t make a sound.” Rafe whispers in your ear. His dick was slightly hard, you could feel his bulge poking into your ass.

He leads you to his truck, throws you inside, and walks to the drivers side, hopping in.

“What the fuck Rafe?!” You yell.

“Shut up y/n! How ‘bout you be quiet f’me..yeah?” Rafe mutters. He starts the truck and starts speeding off.

“Where the hell are you taking me? I don’t want to go anywhere with you, where is Sofia? Got bored of her already huh?” You start going off, still pissed about him bringing Sofia to the boneyard.

“I said shut the fuck up! It’s not that hard to listen is it?” Rafe hits the steering wheel, noticably agitated, he turns up the music to drown you out.

“Well god damn. Alright. Someone is fucking pissy.” You mumble under your breath and roll your eyes. You were used to shit like this when it came to Rafe, nothing surprised you anymore. You stare out the window as you listen to “RUNRUNRUN” by Dutch Melrose blasting on the radio.

Rafe finally pulls up to Tannyhill, you look at the beautiful home you knew all too well. You knew what Rafe wanted from you, why else would he have brought you here? Shit, you wanted it too. You couldn’t deny it even if you wanted to.

You hop out of the truck without Rafe having to force you out of it. Rafe stalks towards you, he opens the door to Tannyhill and you both step inside. You push Rafe against the wall as you look up at him with hungry eyes, his eyes dart down to your tits, licking his lips. Rafe grips your throat, turning his body so that now your body slams against the wall. He always wanted to be in control, especially tonight.

“You know Rafe, if you wanted to fuck me, you could have just called me.” You bite your lip looking up into his eyes.

He wastes no time going in for a kiss, you don’t hesitate, not even for a second as you kiss him back. He releases the tight grip from your throat, putting his arms out low enough so he could pick you up.

“Jump” Rafe orders. You do as he says, wrapping your legs around him as he holds you up against the wall.

He shoves his tongue in your mouth and you moan into his mouth, your tongues clashing. You two were completely absorbed in making out as he carries you up the stairs into his room and throws you on the bed, climbing on top of you.

“Shit, you got me hard as fuck. I can’t wait to fuck this tight pretty little pussy but first....” Rafe reaches over and turns on the lamp, letting the light brighten the room just a bit.

You see something from the corner of your eye as you look over and see JJ and Sofia tied to chairs. They were gagged with tape over their mouths so they couldnt make a sound. They were crying and fighting their restraints. Rafe made sure they wouldn’t be able to get out of them.

“What’s going on Rafe, why are JJ and Sofia here, like that?” You question him, you weren’t even shocked to see them restrained as if it happened before.

“Oh hmm, I don’t know — maybe because JJ here didn’t seem to know that you’re my girl y/n, and no one fucks with my girl. No one touches what belongs to me.” Rafe stated confidently, looking JJ straight in his eyes. “So, he and miss Sofia here will be watching me claim what’s mine. They will know who owns you.” Rafe smirked, palming himself through his shorts.

There was something so sinister in the way Rafe thought and did things that surpisingly didn’t bother you and did quite the opposite. It turned you on.

“All yours, and only yours Rafe! Let this cunt know that this pussy is the only pussy you’ll be fucking that cock into, the only pussy that cries for you.” You grinned, pulling him closer by the loops on his shorts.

“Fuck, you really know how to get me goin’ such a good slut f’me. I need to feel you, need to be inside of you, now.” Rafe growls. He pulls his shirt off, unbuttoning his pants and taking those off too.

“Wow no boxers huh?” You giggled. You start drooling at the sight of his hard cock, precum dripping from his tip and onto you. Just the sight of his cock had your pussy sopping wet.

“I bet you’re not wearing any panties, damn slut. How about we check?” Rafe laughs, lifting up your dress to reveal your pussy glistening on full display.

You pull your dress over your head and undo your bra throwing it on the floor. You wanted him, you were impatient.

“Fuck me Rafe. Right now. Want to feel every inch of your cock, need you to fill me up full of your cum.” You moan. Rafe pins your arms above your head, visicously gripping your wrists.

He smashes his lips against yours as he enters his length into your wet cunt. You gasp, your moans muffled from Rafe’s tongue down your throat. His cock slowly thrusting in and out of your pussy. His cock drowning in your wet pussy.

He pulls away from the kiss, one hand giving a slap to your cheek.

“You like that huh? You filthy slut. Fuck. You feel so damn good.” Rafe gives the other side of your cheek a slap.

“Fuckkkk, y-yyes! ch-choke me Rafe. I need to feel your big hands wrapped around my throat.” You beg,

“Whatever my little cumslut wants, she gets. But.. can you handle it baby girl?” Rafe asks but wastes no time as both hands release the grip from your wrists making their way down to your throat. The grip was deathly, your airways were absolutely constricted, face turning a light shade of pink.

“Oh fuck, yes. Oh my god, faster please daddy. Feels so fucking good! I want to cum” You scream, your words coming out strained due to your struggle for air.

Rafe picks up the pace, his cock ramming into your cunt, his thrusts sloppy and brutal. Your juices making a mess on his large veiny cock.

“This pussy is mine. You’re all mine. You belong to me. You got that y/n?” Rafe rasped. You just nod your head, too focused on how his cock was making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You couldn’t lie, he was the best fuck you ever had and ever will have. You were addicted just as much as he was.

“Yes sir. All yours. Every inch of me belongs to you.” You moan out as he releases his grip from your throat.

“That’s my fuckin’ good girl.” Rafe praises.

“Fuck! Ahh, Rafe I’m gonna cum!” You let go and squirt all over his cock.

“Shiiiit, I’m gonna fill this pretty little cunt up. You want it? You little slut. Fuck come on, tell JJ and Sofia just how much you need my cum baby girl.” Rafe taunts. You almost forgot that JJ and Sofia were in the room, tied up, and trying to keep their eyes shut so they didn’t have to witness this.

“Rafe p-please I need it! Need your cum to fill me up and drip right fucking out of my pussy!” You whine. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him more towards you. His cock pushes deeper into you making you tremble and scream.

“God damn baby girl, keep grippin’ this fuckin’ dick just like that. Ah fuuuck, you’re doing so well f’me. Fuckin’ take it like a filthy whore. Oh shit baby girl, here it comes!” Rafe groans loudly, a string of curses falling from his lips and thick white ropes of cum shooting deep inside you.

He looks over to JJ and Sofia, “Bet you thought you’d be the one in this sweet pussy tonight, yeah?” Rafe laughs. JJ mutters something under his breath as he still struggles to find a way out.

Rafe goes back to paying him no attention. He pulls out, his warm seed spilling out of your pussy and dripping onto the bedsheets.

“Wish it was you filled with his cum instead, hmm? Too damn bad it will never be you, bitch.” You stare into Sofia’s eyes, you hated that bitch and wanted her to know that he was not hers to fuck around with. Rafe was yours. Always will be.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron prompt #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron imagine #toxic!rafe cameron #toxic!reader #outerbanks #obx #rafe #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron thoughts #outer banks rafe #rafe imagine #mdni divider cred: benkeibear #divider cred: saradika-graphics

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #60 “Pariah’s child”

Danny is the biological son of the high king of the ghost zone, Pariah Dark, and is thus half-ghost and as well as the ghost prince.

Though, while Danny himself doesn’t know, Maddie does. Why wouldn’t she? She’s the one that carried and gave birth to him. Jack knows, Maddie told him as soon as it happened, and despite the boy being not of his blood and instead half of one of those monsters, he still loved and raised his wife’s son as his own.

Unfortunately Pariah knows this as well, and after he was released from the sarcophagus again, his first thought was to find his child and bring them home with him.

#Danny Phantom #writing #writing prompt #Danny Phantom writing prompt #DP #writing idea #dp writing #fic #fic prompt #fic idea #DP fic #DP fic prompt #DP writing #DP writing prompt #AnAnMo’s DP writing ideas #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #pariah dark

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny is the supernatural IRS

So after danny gets crowned ghost king, it's his responsibility to sort out all the paperwork, complaints, renovations and basicly get the infinite realms back on track

It was going smoothly until he sees afew things suspicious in this one universe...

Theirs someone named Constantine who hands his soul out like candy,

Someone called Klarion keeps messing with the natural balance of his universe while simultaneously stealing artefacts

Something called the Justice Leagues Dark are in illegal possession and use of artefacts and cursed objects

Theres something called a Lazarus pit thats been used for illegal resurrection by Re al ghul

Theres a zombie-ghost baby named jason todd who's been left unsupervised and put in dangerous situations

...yeah...dannys about to go nuts on this universe

Hello misplaced aggression my old friend

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #funny #batman #dc #ghost king danny #john constantine #justice leagues dark #klarion #klarion the witch boy #ra al ghul #lazarus pit #dannys about to play supernatural irs #he deeply enjoys terrifying the assholes of this universe #he only explains everything to jason #everyone else only gets the most vauge passive aggressive thing he can think of #jason helps danny #everyong is loosing their minds. #klarion is found hiding in a closet after dannys visit #no one will tell them whats going on #out of revenge or danny ordered it you decide

[belovedvenom]

fight fire with fire.

when i said you don’t take any of rafe’s shit i meant it

pairing: dark!crybaby!rafe cameron x reader

synopsis: your boyfriend accuses you of flirting with someone at a party causing an argument to ensue. what happens when he snaps and you snap back..

warnings: slight domestic violence (reader hits his ass back), swearing, dark!reader (kinda? sorta?) dark!crybaby!rafe but lets be real……thats just rafe lmao

a/n: the synopsis isn’t the best i’m sorry, my brain malfunctioned. this idea has been eating at me and i’ve changed the scenario like 3 times. the ending wasn’t what i planned originally but i hope you enjoy! pls comment, reblog, like! feedback is always appreciated <33

“bet you won’t disrespect me like that again, hmm?”

you held your breath, hand pressed against your cheek. the stinging in your face and the throbbing in your throat from his where his grip had been confirming what you already knew. brain going a mile a minute as your kept your gaze on the ground and that infuriated rafe even more.

grabbing both sides of your face to force your attention back to him. 

“hmm?! don’t- dont you ever raise you voice at me like that again. don’t you ever fix your lips to fucking swear at me like that.” he sneered, shaking you violently causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. “do i make myself clear?” 

“look at me when i’m talking to you!” you snap them open— wide eyes staring into his. “now i asked you a question. do i make myself clear?” 

he removes his hands from your face when you let out a yes. nodding his head, stepping back to run a hand across his mouth with a huff. 

all this because someone had flirted with you at a house party. rafe didn’t like how another guy, a pogue at that, had the nerve to walk up and talk to you. he especially didn’t like that you “entertained” him. you weren’t, you were making nice, friendly conversation while you got a drink. but rafe didn’t see that, he saw you smiling at another dude that wasn’t him and already planted the idea in his head that you wanted that "dirty pogues" attention instead of his. 

so he charged over to you and dragged you to his truck, no words spoken. ignoring all your concerned questions. 

when you got home is when he snapped. chastising you for flirting with someone else. pacing back and forth, voice getting loud. “the fuck is wrong with you? flirting with that pogue. humiliating me like that.” confused and hurt is all you felt as he accused you of wanting someone else so you defended yourself. he wasn’t hearing any of it tho. so your voice raised a bit, wanting to get it thru to him but to rafe it was af it you screamed at him. saying how this is ridiculous and “you’re being a fucking asshole.” 

that was the last thing you got out before his hand was on your throat and your head whipped violently to the side. 

you let out a shaky breath as you stare at him with wrath that was hidden by faux fear. 

he looks back at you, letting out a long sigh. “look baby..” voice now calm, and quiet as he walked back into your space. “listen i- i know i shouldn’t take my anger out on you like that, okay. but… you- you can’t talk back to me like that, a’ight. i know you can be a good girl, you just need a little discipline s’all.” he eyed you, focusing at your cheek. “cause cussing at me like? tsk, you’ll have bigger problems than a little sl-“ 

he wasn’t able to get out the rest of his words before you delivered a swift slap to his face. catching him off guard causing his head to whip to the side. he recovers quickly, looking back at you with a look that would make anyone else cower in a corner and tremble but before he can retaliate you strike him again. your nails scratching him in the mix making him step back with a hiss— pressing a hand to his cheek he pulls it back it to see his fingers stained crimson. three cuts adorning his face. eyes filled with tears.

your quick to walk up to him, grabbing his jaw tight. nails pressing into his skin— digging deeper when he grabs your wrist. 

“don’t…” you start, licking your lips. “don’t you ever…. lay your hands on me like that again.” you spoke lowly, bringing his face closer to yours. eyes locked on his tear filled ones. “i will fucking bury you, you understand me?” you shake his head bit, making him wince from your nails going deeper. "let g-" you squeeze his lips together. “don’t think that just because i love you i won’t throw back what you give me times 10.” you other hand wipes a tear that falls from his eye. “my love, i’d do anything for you but..” your eyes narrow. “hit me again and you’ll have bigger problems than a couple of claw marks. do i make myself clear?” you mock and don’t let go until he croaks out “okay” releasing his face with a little shove. blood seeping through the indents from your grip. you ignore the whimper he lets out and head towards the bathroom. “sit on the couch” not checking to make sure he does. you know he will. 

coming back with the first aid kit, you sit on his lap and begin cleaning his cuts in silence. thumb softly rubbing against his cheek when he lets out a hiss from the alcohol. placing a bandage on the cuts, you place a kiss on top. 

“baby look at me”

he lifts his eyes to meet yours— red from irritation making you frown, leaning forward to press a kiss to his eyelids. he sighs softly, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. you comb your fingers through his hair, feeling his grip tighten. “we okay?” he bites his bottom lip, hand reaching up to caress the cheek he made contact with. you close your eyes with a soft sigh. feeling his lips press to your skin, he mutters against it, “yeah. we’re okay”. it's quiet for a while before he breaks it. "i- i'm gonna get my shit together, ya know. 'm gonna do better. be a better man for you. i promise. i j... you- don't leave me a'ight." his eyes start to well up with tears again. "please- you can't- just don't leave, okay. you.. you gotta see." repeatedly pointing to his chest as his voice cracks. "gonna show you how 'm a be someone you deserve. you just gotta stick with me baby. i promise. i promise you."

you grab his hand, pressing kisses to his knuckles to quiet his babbles. "hey. hey." his body jolted from your voice snapping a bit but he still uttered on causing you to sigh and grab his throat. tight. forcing his head up to pay attention to you. he sniffed loudly, wide eyes staring back in to yours. “i love you, you know that, yeah?” he nodded his head. “okay.” you circled your thumb softly over his skin, a show of affection. “show me then”

you leaned your forehead against his. "and don’t try that shit again."

#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron fic #outer banks #dark!reader #drew starkey

[apuckishwit]

Steddie, “You’ll look so pretty in this, sweetheart.” *coughs awkwardly* You can make it dark if you want.

Ummmm...okay, let me preface this by saying you DID ask for dark.

Warning for Kas!Eddie, captivity, and a little bit of light torture. Ummm. Yeah. Love you!

“Honey, I’m home!” Eddie sings out, snickering to himself as he always does. He doesn’t care what Steve thinks, that’s never not going to be hilarious. He carefully balances the grocery bags in his arms as he toes off his boots by the front door. Radagast comes bounding into the foyer at the sound of his voice, and he manages to maneuver both bags into one arm so he can lean down and pat his head. Radagast nips at his fingers playfully bounding back and forth between Eddie and the entrance to the living room. “Stevie?” he calls.

“Yeah, in here,” Steve calls back, his voice thick with sleep. Eddie glances at the big grandfather clock that sits in the foyer, frowning to himself. It’s a bit late for an afternoon nap…he hopes his boy isn’t feeling sick.

He moves through to the kitchen, setting the bags down on the island, Mithrandir now trotting in from the living room to greet him as well. He bends down to give Mith a good, thorough scratching, laughing when he immediately rolls over to give Eddie access to his belly. “Who’s a good boy? Have you been taking care of Mommy for me today? Yeah? Yeah?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me that thing’s mother,” Steve says from behind him. He turns to find his boy leaning tiredly against the kitchen doorway, Radagast hovering at his side. He’s wrapped in the quilt from their bed, still in the clothes he slept in last night.

“Aw, but they love you so much, baby!” Eddie says, springing up to stride forward and gather Steve into his arms. His boy goes willingly, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder and turning his face up slightly so Eddie can pepper him with kisses. He’s pale, even in the less-than-stellar light from the camping lanterns they have set up on the counters, bruise dark shadows under his eyes despite having obviously slept most of the day away. “Are you feeling okay?” Eddie asks, planting a gentle kiss on Steve’s forehead. His skin is warm under Eddie’s lips, but that’s not really unusual.

“Just tired,” Steve mumbles, resting more of his weight on Eddie as Eddie tsks softly, sways him back and forth a bit.

“What did you eat today? Did you drink any of the water bottles?”

There was a time when Steve would have bristled at being questioned like a child who can’t be trusted not to trade the contents of their lunchbox for cookies and chips in the cafeteria, but now he just sighs and nods. Finally understanding that Eddie just wants to take care of him. Finally accepting that care. It’s a heady thing, especially given the amount of work it’s taken to get to that point. “Had the last of the powdered eggs for breakfast. Peanut butter sandwich for lunch. And yes, I drank two of the water bottles.”

Eddie nods along, kisses the corner of Steve’s mouth when he falls silent again. He wishes Steve would eat more—Eddie worries about his protein and iron levels—but it’s hard to work up an appetite for the kind of rations that are available in and around Hawkins, now. A mischievous smile worms its way across Eddie’s mouth—hopefully his surprise will perk his baby up a little.

“Hey guess what?” he asks, letting go of Steve’s waist. Steve straightens immediately, leaning back against the doorway.

“What?” he asks, his voice turning wary when he catches sight of Eddie’s expression. Eddie bounces on his toes a little.

“There was a new supply drop in the camp right outside the west gate. Not a whole lot of variety, but I got you some chicken soup, a neat little water filter, whole bunch of MRE’s…I know they suck, but at least they store easy. Annnnnd…” With a flourish, he pulls a small package clumsily wrapped in a newspaper comics page. “Happy six months!”

Steve swallows, staring at the package. “Has it been six months already?” he asks softly.

“Hard to believe, huh?”

“I, uh, I don’t have anything for you…” Steve trails off, a little helplessly, and Eddie tsks again. He reaches up to run his fingers through Steve’s hair, cupping his cheek and leaning forward to kiss him soundly.

“You stayed with me. You don’t have to give me presents, baby. You’re here.” Steve swallows again and gives a jerky nod. Eddie runs his thumb over his boy’s lips before bouncing back to the grocery bags to start unloading his bounty. “Soup okay for dinner? Or do you want to try—” he grabs one of the shiny silver packets of military food, “refried bean burritos?”

“Soup’s…soup’s fine,” Steve says, shuffling over to the island and slumping down onto one of the stools. Poor thing, he really must not be feeling well. Well, hopefully he’ll have a little more energy soon.

Eddie fishes a can opener out of one of the many, many drawers (seriously, who needs a kitchen this big? It blows his mind sometimes, thinking of his boy just rattling around in this big house all by himself for so long) and makes quick work of opening a couple cans of soup. There hasn’t been electricity in Hawkins for months, but Eddie had scrounged up a propane camp stove to just rest on the stovetop. He hums to himself as he heats the soup, moving between the stove and the island to skate his hand down Steve’s back, lift his hand to place a soft kiss on the scabbed-over wounds on the inside of his wrist, draw his boy close and just breathe in the scent of him at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

When the soup is hot, he ladles some into a bowl and sets it down in front of his boy with another flourish. “Eat up!” He sinks down onto the stool beside Steve as he starts slowly eating, twining his fingers into the hair at the back of Steve’s neck and just playing with it, content to bask in his boy’s presence for a little while.

Steve’s eyes never leave the newspaper-wrapped package on the island. Curious, Eddie follows his gaze, and sighs when he realizes there’s a spray of blood spatters on the paper that he missed. “Ah, shit. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Steve is silent for a few minutes, just mechanically eating his soup. Finally, though, a small shudder wracks through him. “Did you kill them?” he asks dully. “The soldiers that were making the supply drop?”

Eddie lets his hand span the back of Steve’s neck, his claws coming to rest on the delicate skin just under his ear. He chuckles, leaning over to rest his chin on Steve’s shoulder. “Of course I did, sweetness! It took me and the demogorgons two days to clear out that camp—can’t have them setting operations back up. And hey! Now I won’t have to go foraging for supplies for you for a while.” He tightens his hand in Steve’s hair, pulling his head back so that he can nuzzle at his throat, his tongue flicking out over a pair of the barely-healed puncture wounds that litter his boy’s throat. Steve shakes under his hands, and when Eddie lifts his head, his boy is biting his lips, a sheen of tears in his beautiful, beautiful eyes.

“Hey, hey now, none of that. I’m keeping my promise, sweetheart. None of the kids were with them. I haven’t even seen any of group since you agreed to come stay with me.”

That’s not entirely the truth. He’s run into Nancy Wheeler, Buckley, and Jonathan Byers several times since the confrontation where Henry had Eddie reveal himself and his new…upgrades. The confrontation that had almost cost Dustin and Lucas their lives, the confrontation where Eddie had had the fucking brilliant idea of offering his baby a trade. Safe passage to retreat for their woefully underprepared group in exchange for Steve returning to the heart of Hawkins with Eddie. Staying with him.

Giving himself to him.

But he truly hasn’t had any run-ins with the kids. And Steve doesn’t need to know about the times he’s skirmished with Nancy and Robin, the way they scream at him, demanding to know what he’s done with Steve, where he is, if he’s safe. He’s not a fool. He doesn’t need to give Steve anymore reasons to hope. To try and find a way to escape. To try and leave him.

Bad enough Eddie keeps having to drink his boy to the point of unconsciousness so frequently, keep him drained and too weak to really mount an escape attempt. Bad enough he has to leave Radagast and Mithrandir with Steve every time he has to go out on Henry’s orders, leaving the demodogs with strict instructions not to let Steve leave the house. He’s pretty sure Steve thinks all his friends have given him up for dead. If he knew how hard they’re still searching for him, how many rescue missions they’ve mounted into the Upside Down (and honestly? He’s a little disappointed that Henderson hasn’t figured out he’s hiding Steve right under their noses…wasn’t the little shit paying attention to any of Eddie’s campaigns? He should know how Eddie thinks!)…well. Eddie loves how damn stubborn his boy is—but he doesn’t want that stubbornness turned on him. Not when every day seems to bring him a little closer to Steve just breaking down and accepting that he belongs with Eddie, now. To Eddie.

Steve has finished most of the soup when he finally pushes the bowl away and just sits there, waiting for whatever Eddie will do next. Eddie smiles as he pushes the blanket off Steve’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and puddle around the legs of the stool. His boy is dressed in just one of Eddie’s own band t-shirts and a pair of boxers, not having bothered to get dressed today. Not that it matters. Eddie loves the sight of his boy dressed in his clothes, surrounded by his scent. He reaches across the island and grabs the bloodstained present, handing it to Steve.

“You’ll look so pretty in this, sweetheart,” he whispers, watching with barely-restrained excitement as Steve plucks and pulls at the newspaper, trying to avoid touching the bloodstains at all.

When the paper falls away, he feels Steve stiffen beside him, hears a sharp, indrawn breath. He indulges himself a little, pretends it’s excitement and not horror that’s stealing his baby’s breath, causing the fine tremor that runs through his fingers. One day. One day. Once he’s helped Henry achieve his goals, and their enemies have been wiped off the map. Once Steve has no reason to cling to his love for his friends, no reason to fight Eddie anymore.

The collar isn’t as elegant as someone like Steve deserves. Not as fine or supple as Eddie would have chosen. But the leather is thick and sturdy and the locking mechanism is tamper-proof unless you have the key. There’s soft padding on the inside, extra covering over two metal prongs that will sit just at the base of his boy’s skull when it’s wrapped snug around his throat. It’s meant to be worn long-term.

It was meant for Eddie.

“We’ll get you a better one when this is all over, sweetness,” he says, plucking the collar from Steve’s frozen hands and running his fingers along it as he stands to move behind his boy. “But anything will look beautiful on you.” He goes to slip the collar around his boy’s neck and now Steve moves, starts to throw himself off of the stool, starts to cry out. In a flash, the collar is lying on the island and Eddie’s hand is wrapped around his boy’s throat, claws digging into the vulnerable flesh there. “Don’t,” Eddie growls, his voice more animal than human. He knows his eyes are glowing red, can feel his fangs lengthening in his mouth.

“Eddie,” Steve whispers, his hands tightening on the edge of the island. “Eds, please…”

“Shhh. Don’t fight me, baby. You know what happens when you try to fight me.”

He can feel Steve clench his teeth so tightly his jaw creaks, but his boy doesn’t move again when Eddie picks up the collar, winds it around his throat. There’s a soft sound of despair when Eddie clicks the lock into place, running his finger along the edges to make sure it’s snug, but not too tight.

He doesn’t know how the soldiers that had this in their possession thought they were going to get it on him, but they’d clearly had high hopes for using it to subdue him. Maybe someone on the other side still thinks they can “cure” him of Henry’s changes. Maybe they just wanted to be able to control him. Whatever the reasoning behind it, it’s Eddie’s now. And it’s definitely going to make things easier. For both him and his boy.

He fishes in his pocket for the little device that the collar was packaged with. He left the box with the sensors out on the front porch, not wanting to give Steve a chance to see it before he was ready. He’ll get them set up around the perimeter of the house tonight, after his boy is asleep. Then he won’t have to worry about leaving Steve with the demodogs, won’t have to worry about someone figuring out where they’re staying and coming to try and steal his boy away from him in the night. They won’t be able to. Not without hurting Steve.

“How’s that, baby? Comfortable?” He sits silently, waiting Steve out until he finally gives a short, hopeless nod. “Good. Now, I have to make sure everything works right, okay? Nothing to worry about.” He takes one of Steve’s hands and brings it to his mouth, nuzzling the palm before he kisses the back of his knuckles. “Just a little bit of pain, okay? I promise, I’ll make it up to you. But I want you to know what’ll happen if you try and leave now.”

Steve has time to shoot him a confused look of trepidation, and then Eddie presses the button on the little remote. Steve screams, the shock of electricity racing through his body. His muscles all lock up before he goes completely limp, only Eddie’s inhuman reflexes keeping him from crashing to the floor.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, you’re all right. I’m so sorry, baby, but it’s over now. You’re safe, you’re all right.” He gathers his boy close, stroking a soothing hand through his hair as he twitches in Eddie’s arms, his breath coming in rapid pants. Eddie hums quietly, scooping his boy up into his arms and standing. “Don’t worry, pretty, I won’t do that again. I’ll show you where you’re allowed to go now, tomorrow. Okay? As long as you stay in the boundaries, you won’t ever have to worry about it.” He carries his boy up toward their bedroom, murmuring soothing nonsense as he goes, Mithrandir and Radagast trotting along obediently behind him. Steve’s head rests gently on his shoulder, and his boy turns to press his face into Eddie’s shirt as Eddie trots up the stairs. The fabric is wet by the time he reaches their room.

#steddie #kas!eddie #Eddie munson #steve harrington #fic prompt #dark fic prompt #my writing #stranger things #stranger things fic #cw: captivity

[dark-fiction-and-angst]

Character A falls in love with Characters B. The only problem is that B is a serial killer and A is on their list to kill. Character B finally lures A into their home where they knock them out and tie them up inside their torture room.

When A regains conciseness they are shocked by B’s actions. B gets ready to do what they do (maybe they’re getting out their tools) when suddenly A blurts out that they love B and support their serial killer tendencies. B thinks A is just trying to save themself, but even after torturing them, A still says they still want to be with them.

Eventually, A is able to convince B that they’re being serious and B unties them. A doesn’t run and asks to join B in their killings.

#writing prompt #dark fic #dark fic prompt #trigger warning #killing #torture

[chxrryhansen]

rafe with a piss kink?!?

i just seen your bucky one😻😻

-💋

god you need to send me asks more often! i love all of the ones you send me🫶🏻 rafe would be soooo mean about it…

₊♡₊˚ 🎀・₊✧

your sat on rafe’s lap watching a movie together like you usually did on friday nights (since he didn’t approve of you going out without him and you didn’t want to spoil girls night by taking him with you) your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs intertwined as you sat on the couch, him only wearing a pair of boxers and you in your skimpy “pajamas” that he had chosen out for you.

you began to squirm around on his lap, your plump ass pressing into his cock as you clenched your thighs, desperately needing to go pee but not wanting to disturb rafe or miss a good part of the movie.

“quit squirming.” he mumbled, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movement. you knew you shouldn’t have drank all that water earlier, rafe had warned you, you’d be up and down to the bathroom all night but you were so thirsty from your yoga class. so you downed around 3 glasses of water at once.

you whimpered quietly, the pressure on your bladder becoming too heavy for you to withstand. you attempted to get up, thinking if you didn’t mention it he wouldn’t question you. silently you shifted, moving away from his lap in an attempt to stand.

rafe was quick to tighten his grip on your hips, pulling your ass back down against his cock. a thick hand wrapped around, gripping your throat in a strong hold making you moan quietly.

“where do you think you’re going, hm?”

“r-rafe, let me go, i gotta’ go pee.”

“huh…” he sighed in false thought, a wicked smirk appearing on his clean shaven face. “nah i think you can hold it a little longer baby, just be quiet and watch the movie.” he thrusted his hips up gently against your pussy, his cock clearly hard, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, his tip catching against your clit.

you whimpered yet again, clenching your thighs together quickly as you felt a dribble of liquid drip through your panties, soaking your shorts and leaking onto rafes cock. sighing at the slight relief you felt, praying he hadn’t noticed, your cheeks flustered due to your embarrassment. however you weren’t as lucky as you had hoped, nothing got past rafe. you should’ve known.

“fuck baby, you pissin’ on me now? filthy fuckin’ slut. do i need to do everything around here? including taking you to the damn bathroom?” he growled from behind you, his chest rumbling, acting as if he was mad. when in reality his cock had never been harder, so ready to burst out of his boxers and fuck you til’ you can’t breathe.

“i’m so sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to. i swear it was an accident.” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks out of pure humiliation. you couldn’t hold back any longer, a steady stream of piss gushing out of your pussy, turning his boxers dark as you soaked his lap. crying and moaning at the sensation of finally being able to let go.

rafe groaned at the feeling of your hot piss soaking his cock, dry humping you roughly through your release.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know baby. your such a nasty little whore, pissing all over me, but its okay. daddy loves filthy girls like you, gettin’ me so hard. fuck.”

rafe pushed you off his lap and onto the floor, your knees hitting the hard surface making you whimper. he watched you with a dark grin as you looked up at him with a confused expression in your puppy dog eyes. “w-what are you doing?” you questioned. closing your eyes as he reached out, stroking the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you gently.

suddenly your eyes burst open in shock as you felt a warm liquid begin to hit your chest, looking up to see rafe pointing his cock at your tits and face, his hot piss soaking your body in the most violating way possible. you sobbed as he marked you, confused as to why he was doing this.

“fuck that’s it, take my piss you filthy slut, is that what you are, yeah? you my dirty piss slut? soaking my cock then letting me mark you up. bet you fuckin’ love it. dirty girl, look at you, just writhing in my hot puddle of piss. who knew you were such a whore, baby.”

#rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron #dark! rafe cameron #dark rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #tw: holding #tw piss #tw: water sports #chxrrys piss kink #💋 anon #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #chxrrys prompts

[jokeringcutio]

DRABBLE/ Insomnia!READER X THE GRABBER

Fandom: Black Phone 2022

Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dark!, Non-con/Dub-con, Forced!Blowjob, Smut, Insomnia!Reader, Kidnapped!Reader, Victim!Reader. Implied age gap/ older man/younger woman, somnophilia, use of Little/good Girl.

AN: for @ninakuli How would the Grabber react if the reader couldn’t get to sleep? Well, this might be one of the ways.

->

“Can’t sleep?”

The rough voice made you look up from your position lying on the moldy mattress. You wondered how anyone could sleep here. A stranger’s house, a damp basement, an unknown environment. The walls were bare except for the painting peeling down. The tiny barred window that let in the only light, whether it was day or night because of the lamp that hung in front of it, was up too high. The walls absorbed any sound. It was a prison made with hellish barriers.

And then there was that stranger who came watching. You never knew when he would be down here. Never knew what he would do next. It had you on edge. How could anyone ever sleep when he was around?

So far, he’d mostly been down to watch you, talk to you, work on your mind until his words confused you and you started to believe you’d ended up here all because of your own doing. That you deserved being here.

But there had been that one time when you had pretended to have been asleep, eyes closed, in hopes he would become bored and turn away. But instead of leaving, you had heard his breathing deepen. And then you had felt his hand between your thighs, fingers pressing deep into your clothed skin until one finger curled against your covered cunt. You could still feel his fingertip press against your sensitive bud. The touch hadn’t lasted long, for you’d shot up instantly and his hand had been back by his side almost just as fast. But you were certain it had not been a dream.

And now you were scared of him. Frightened, that if you were to go to sleep, he might take you in it. That he might claim your body as his own when you could not fight back.

Anxiety ate you, piece by piece until it wrecked your nerves and made you shiver with fearful anticipation. Any sound would trigger a panicked reaction and would have you sit up and open your eyes. Because he is here again, isn’t he? Even when he wasn’t. You were constantly alert, ready to shy away from any advances he might try to make.

And so, you blinked up at him fearfully while you wondered what he would be doing next. He’d commented on your lack of sleep the past few times he’d been down there, annoyed that he couldn’t watch you sleep like he had the others. You didn’t know how many had been here before you, only that he somehow seemed to enjoy observing them when they weren’t awake.

Creep, you thought. You wondered if he got off of it. And why he couldn’t just enjoy you while you were awake?

Perhaps that had been a wrong thought to have, because what he said next made shivers run down your spine.

“I know just the thing.” Just the thing for what? To make you sleepy? You wondered for a moment if he referred to some kind of drug, or if he might just knock you out with one of his fists. But he did neither.

He cocked his head to the side, the mask’s chin pointed at his right shoulder. He was observing you, his stance pensively. What was he thinking? But then you regretted that thought when the man came over to you, coming closer than he had in the past few days.

“An ancient old medicine,” he said, voice low and gruff, while he started to unbuckle his belt. And that was the moment you realized what he might be implying. What he might want from you. He probably had wanted this all along.

Your eyes grew wide with fear as you tried to crawl back on the mattress until your back hit the wall and you couldn’t back away any further. “It has proven to be very effective over time,” his husky voice sounded. Then a chuckle emerged from behind the mask as he pushed his pants and underpants down to reveal an achingly hard cock, pre-cum dripping from the tip and glistening in the faint light that fell in from the window above.

The belt was wrapped around his right fist, the end of it dangling in front of you.

You tried to shield your eyes with your hands. “Please,” you begged when you noticed he’d stepped even closer and completely ignored the fact that you had tried to get away. “No, please,” his hand was upon your wrist, yanking it away to uncover your eyes. You looked up at him, tears glistening in your eyes, while you pleaded for him to spare you. “I’ll go to sleep,” you said, voice choked by tears. “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll go to sleep. You don’t need to do this.”

He paused in his actions and there was that tilt of his head again as he studied you through the hole-eyes of the mask. The belt dropped from his hand and fell to the basement floor with a clank.

His right hand came up to your cheek and you flinched, afraid he might slap you there. But his touch was gentle, his palm lightly upon your skin. You opened your eyes again to look up at him mistrustingly and wished you could tell what kind of expression he held behind that darned mask he was wearing.

You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that he was taking his time, standing there, only inches away from you. He was gently caressing your cheek, his thumb tracing circles. The motion was soothing as if he was trying to comfort you. It worked as well, for you felt your shoulders relax somewhat, despite your brain being on full alert.

His other hand was holding his cock. The aching hard member twitched in his grip as a new spurt of pre-cum droplets emerged from the tip. You tried not to look at it, which was hard as his shaft was on eye-level with you, ready to be brought to your lips.

Would he do it? You wondered how far he would go. He hadn’t touched you before like this. He’d been mostly at a distance. Except for that one time. But it figured he would eventually succumb to these primal desires. Why else had he taken you? If it had been just to kill then he would have done so already. Why keep you alive if not for this?

You whimpered, slightly trembling under his caress. A low hum escaped the masked man, then he stood straight again and you saw him move his upper body. The vest he was wearing fell open, his naked stomach showed. Round, you thought, pudgy. Yet, the muscles that showed on his chest betrayed your kidnapper was a man of strength. A strength that was confirmed almost instantly when he suddenly reached for you.

You felt your head being yanked towards him, and his shaft that had been angled at your lips was now pressed against them, begging you to spread them wide. He kept pushing, roughly, until the meat was between your lips and the head of his cock was upon your tongue. The salty taste of flesh mixed with the bitterness of the pre-cum filled your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks. And then he started to thrust.

You looked up at him, pleading silently for his mercy. But at the sight of your tear-stained eyes, his thrusts grew even fiercer and his grip on your head even tighter. You were left with no alternative but to suck, accepting his cock deep inside your throat.

Low, deep rumbles came from the depth of his chest when you started to cooperate. He was pleased, humming and moaning ‘oh yeah’ and ‘just like that’. Sounds that vibrated through his cock until you felt them in your mouth.

Dirty, your mind provided you while he moved you up and down his shaft. The salty and bitter taste of him filled you completely. The curly hairs around his manhood pressed into your nostrils when he pushed your head forward, blocking off your chance to breathe. You sputtered around him, feeling the tip at the back of your throat, feeling his cock spasm between your lips.

You gurgled and sputtered, trying not to choke. A moment of respite when he slid your head back again and his cock nearly left your lips, but then he pushed forward again until his hips met your cheek and your nose was nestled deep within his pubic hair.

You gasped and tried to claw at his hips, but all you felt was how he kept a tight grip on your head and stilled his movements, leaving his cock deep between your lips, the head pushing the back of your throat.

The process repeated itself a few more times, until his cock finally slipped from your lips and you were left gasping for air. A trail of sperm and saliva dripped from your lips and ran down your chin. You moved your hand up to wipe it away, but he caught your wrist before you could get there.

Staring up at him with wide eyes, you heard a chuckle derive from behind the mask. “Na-ah,” the man tusked, his low gravelly voice making something twist deep inside you. A longing, a tingle that had you squeezing your legs together. A foreboding feeling washed over you, that he wasn’t finished just yet. That this was only the beginning.

“Leave it there,” the man hummed. The pause that followed felt too long, making you writhe uncomfortably while you waited for him to either speak or let go of your hand. In the end, he did both, nearly at the same time. “I think I will have to cover your face in a layer of my spunk next time,” there was that rasp again. You had heard it before, how he could slide from a normal, almost gentle tone, into a demonic rasp that was usually used when he was angry and full of curses. “Paint your face a nice white with my cum,” he clicked his tongue behind the mask. His voice became lighter again.

“But for now, there’s another way I have in mind to tire you.”

You shivered at the promise and tried to back away again. The man in front of you got hold of his throbbing cock, wrapping his left hand around it. You saw how his fingers curled around the glistening shaft, still covered in your saliva, and watched how the veins throbbed when he moved his hand up and down at a firm but gentle pace. The ring on his finger glinted in the weak light, skin rippling as he pumped his hand up and down his throbbing cock. Still hard. Balls underneath heavy with cum.

“Undress, sweetie,” he cooed, voice soft like honey.  But when you refused to do as he said, his tone turned drier and more menacing again.

What happened next was much of a blur. He made you undress for him, tweak your nipples for him, rub your hands up and down your bare chest for him while he watched and laughed and licked his tongue past his teeth at the show. His hand never ceased moving up and down slowly, hardening himself underneath his touch until he thought it was enough.

 “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” it took only one command and you were back on your back on the mattress. Your bare back scrubbed along the mold. Even covered in the dark shade of the mask, you could see the glistening of his eyes, pupils wide. You hesitatingly spread your legs for him.

He crawled over you, cock still in his hand, and pressed your legs apart to fit himself in between. His right hand was on your thigh, palm pressed against your soft skin. His left hand guided his cock to your quivering cunt until you felt the head kiss your labia. A wet feeling against your pussy lips and you realized he was smearing his pre-cum at your entrance, deliberately rubbing the head of his cock up and down your entrance while some of the pre-cum came seeping out.

Your fingers clawed at his shoulders and your lips parted in a gasp. “Please,” you begged, knowing it to be futile. Then he dipped in, just the head. Careful fingers pressed the tip in. Not enough to hurt yet, just enough to tease.

He paused in his actions just to bend down, his hair brushed against your cheek as he whispered near your face. “That’s my good girl.”

Then he thrust forth without mercy.

You were speared upon his cock that night, in the basement that was your prison. He left you sore and tired as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of your trembling body beneath him.

He’d been right. You closed your eyes and fell into a dreamless slumber afterward, relieved when he finally rose from the bed and left you alone. You were too tired to notice when the Grabber returned for you in the midst of the night to get some more relief. Until you faintly awoke to wet sounds and the odd feeling of something thrusting deep inside you.

“Hush, pretty girl,” the low voice whispered in your ear, hips moving relentlessly while he kept pushing himself inside. One hand was on your breast, squeezing it tightly while he toyed with you. His other arm was around your waist, his knee between your legs as he held you from behind, your cunt squeezing down on his cock which was covered in your mixed juices.

“I’ll make you go to sleep soon, little one. Don’t you worry. I’ll make you sleep real deep.”  

#Going real deep here #the grabber x reader #dark smut #grabber x you #albert shaw x reader drabble #drabble fill #prompt fill #insomnia reader dark fic

[the-bar-sinister]

Whumpee who cries.

Whumpee who cries in great, violent, racking sobs that shake their whole chest.

Whumpee who cries silently, tears rolling down their face as they refuse to move of make a sound.

Whumpee who hugs themself and curls into a ball as they cry.

Whumpee who cries so hard for so long their whole face and head hurt.

Whumpee with eyes that are bloodshot from crying, and their face is sticky with tears.

Whumpee who cries until they can’t cry any more, only twitching and making little sobbing noises while no tears come.

#dark fic #darkfic #dead dove #whumblr #whump #whump dynamics #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whumpblr #whumpee #🔫🦢

[ghostbsuter]

I'm on the writing grind, you can see that I just finished rewatching the Teen Titans (2003).

Edit: Here is some art I did for Titan!Phantom

.・゜-: ✧ :-

(The end is near.)

Gripping the communicator, the bright yellow case with a cartoonish 'T' on top glared back at him.

(The portal was growing.)

He presses the button, the communicator switches on and he calls out.

"Phantom to Titans, do you hear me? Phantom to Titans."

The crackling sound came as a sign of connection, It didn't take any heavy weight off, however.

"Robin here, Phantom? Everything alright?" The soothing voice of Teen Titans leader answers him, and he suppresses a sigh.

"Robin," he bites his lip, the portal only growing.

The ghost zone is eating Amity and all just because fucking Vlad couldn't, for one ancient time, sit still.

"I—" a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he apologises with a wince. "You're gonna be really angry at me when you... find out."

Concern leaks through the voice as Robin speaks. "Phantom? What's going on?"

Thr screen on the communicator switches on and Robins brow knitted expression stares back at him.

It quickly changes, alarmed. "Phantom." The vigilante says. "Is Amity Park okay? Do you need backup?"

Always on the right track, dear leader. Danny shakes his head fondly.

"It's too late for backup," he admits quietly.

"Phan—"

"Just tell new members of me, okay?"

Danny doesn't let the other finish, giving a bitter smile before throwing the communicator on the ground, breaking it.

The familiar yet threatening green of the ghost zone welcomes him.

—

"Titans! Emergency call, Phantom got a situation!"

The bright red lights is enough for the rest of the team to flood to the common room.

"Rob?" Cyborg asks. "What's the situation?"

"We don't know!" The bird answers, stressed. He's pulling the audio and video recording of the call up to the monitor, replaying it for the team.

They don't figure it out until they are at Amity, landing with the jet and jumping from their seats.

Raven and Starfire fly ahead, and they all reach the border of Amity.

Or what of Amity remains.

Because–

The entire city is gone—!!

Complete annihilation.

(When robin finds out who did this, he will have words with them.)

"Robin," Raven waves them all over to her side. She's crouching, hand in a sphere of black, her magic. "Amity wasn't destroyed. It was relocated."

Her expression is grim. "Someone abducted a whole city."

All he does is nod, looking at the team before him.

"Someone call Herald, Titans, we got work to do. Our mission is to find Amity Park, Phantom, and save both." With sombre nods, they prepared for take off.

"Titans! Go!"

And they separate.

#teen titans x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc crossover #Dick as robin #Teen titans member phantom! #this is during ghost king take over #and after terra and trigon </3. #more angst #angst my beloved #for people who dont rememeber #the herald is the funky guy who got a dimension opening trumpet or smth #argent and jericho my beloved #DID U GUYS KNOW JERICHO IS SLADES SON???? I DIDNT #the literal opposite of slade wtf #i dont even remember the pariah dark arc man #i remember how it ends #vlad doing shit again everyone

[clementexix]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Even after years, Tom’s heart was still aching for you. He had his minions secretly follow you around and report on every slice of your life. He was informed that your life has now turned a new leaf. You finally got married to the man of your dreams, who was also charming and brilliant like Tom. However, he was different. He was gentle, attentive, considerate, and more, which Riddle could never embrace. “Leave.” He hissed under his breath, barely glancing at his minions. His face was emotionless as he remained focused on the locket necklace in front of him, subconsciously playing with it. It was not until there was only him in the office that his facial expression loosened. He opened the locket, staring at your portrait with a frown. In the end, you betrayed him. After all, it was just sweet talk. He closed it right after that. Annoyance and disappointment were written all over his facial expression, yet there was a hint of remorse reflected in his gaze. After all this time, you were still his muse, his light, and his first love. Hearing you so much in bliss with your current partner made him jealous, but he knew so well he had no right. Tom stood up, letting out a low grunt before putting on his dark cloak. He needed to witness this himself. He needed to confirm if all of this was true or whether it was only his worst nightmare. Tom soon stood outside your house, his eyes piercing through the curtain. He laid his gaze upon the way your husband was wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you two’s laughter filled the whole kitchen. Tom’s eyes squinted in disgust, blood boiling up on his face. Riddle clenched his fists as soon as your husband gave you a smooch on the lips, whispering affectionate words that were just like music to your ear. Tom was green with envy. He could have used Avada Kedavra right here and right now to get rid of this bothersome feeling. However, he was stunned by your smile, the one he had never seen before. At that moment, he realized that you were only happiest when you were with someone else, not him. His heart was broken into pieces; he couldn’t utter a word. He stood there, mesmerized by your contagious laugh that could easily melt anyone. Memories suddenly flooded back into his head. He remembered every single time he shot you a glance of annoyance, spoke with a harsh tone, and showed his usual cold demeanor towards you, or those times that he brutally pushed you away, no matter how hopelessly you were begging him to stay. They were now all in the past. The young, dark lord silently left, regret reflected in his eyes. He wished he could turn back time and make it up to you. He wished he could feel the warmth of your embrace once again and apologize for everything he had done. But all was too late. He couldn't go back in time and undo his mistakes. Tom might be powerful, strong, and undefeatable. Yet, the only defeat he allowed was making you his once again. For the first time in his life, he felt thankful for your presence. The urge to murder your husband soon got replaced by a sense of gratitude on his face. Tom appreciated that you finally met the right one. And he made sure that you would be only his exception to make him feel this way, this kindness.

#angst prompts #angsty #harry potter fic #harry potter imagine #tom riddle #harry potter #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tome riddle x you #the dark lord #dark lord #tomriddle #angst #tom riddle imagine #tome riddle fanfic #tom x you #tom x reader #tom x y/n