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explosiongamora · 5 months
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Being mostly unloved your whole life with out much attention from people around you 🤝 loving obsessive yandere characters
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yanderefics-recs · 4 months
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Yandere/Dark! Cheaters Recs
for the readers who loves angst, groveling, and some spice like me <3
as of December 2023
The Unsaid Vow by @laughing-with-god (patreon/tumblr) (ongoing)
Remarks: you are married to Jungkook and you have a kid together. You suspect him of cheating however and when you try to leave he gets triggered
A Bird In A Gilded Cage by JUNMAK0 (ao3) (finished)
Remarks: your soulmate, Ushijima, has trust issues due to your past life and was initially not excited to meet you. Still, you grow to be in love but trouble ensues. (just when you think ushijima is healing he swerves around to the other side)
Yandere!Cheater hcs by @hyerinrose
brief sypnosis: a fun oc by hyeinrose
Hoax by @moonlitinks (tumblr) (ongoing)
Remarks: you're in an arranged marriage with ari levinson who has some prejudice about you and is repulsed by you (this one gets pretty dark in the beginning but lightens up as it progresses)
When you found out they cheated on you (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog
Remarks: title is pretty self explanatory
When you tried to move on from them (hyung line) and (maknae line) by @wildestdreamsblog
brief sypnosis: a continuation of "when you found out they cheated on you" (groveling ensues 😈)
Yandere!Hero x Reincarnated!Reader by @bunny-yan
Remarks: the hero and reader are childhood lovers but it's not a cute story wherein they get to be together after the hero's job. The angst reoccurs in lifetimes (the concept of this one is pretty unique so i rlly recommend giving it a read :>)
Where did you go?, pt 2 by @ishouldbeinh0rnyjail
Remarks: gojo satoru got caught cheating by you and went insane trying to get you back (this one was delicious)
Fuckboy! Maknae line trying to convince you to stay by @yandere-society
Remarks: fun drabble! these men are toxic and assholes but it's kinda hot and they say they love you so... 😝
Man In The Mirror, pt 2 by Momo-chan (Quotev)
Remarks: another very unique concept! It's about you being in a loveless arranged marriage but you meet another you in a mirror that leads to a parallel universe
Superbia by alissabex (wattpad) (oneshot)
Remarks: good lord this one is memorable! Every now and then i come back to that oneshot. It's pretty long too so pretty satisfying!
Til Death Do Us Part by ASumOfWords (ao3) (oneshot)
Remarks: THIS ONE HITS EVERY FUCKING SPOT IM NOT KIDDING!!! I was in a particularly darker mood for this one sooooo yeah. Dark!Aemond hides his grief of losing his wife (aka you leaving his ass) underneath his anger. Lowkey wish there'd be more of his feelings in the piece but the author does pretty well with leaving it to the imagination
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lilacevans · 3 months
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You're on the brink of homelessness and strapped for cash after a relationship breakdown when you finally find employment at a shady club. After rejecting the owner's countless advances, he takes a higher cut from your already miniscule pay. While searching for a better job, you do what you have to get by and begin propositioning private dances to club clients and not disclosing your extra earnings, like you're supposed to. What happens when the owner (and his family) finds out?
Main Warnings/Triggers:
Coercion, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Free Use, Manipulation, Blackmail, Prostitution, Kidnapping, Sadism, Lost Puppy Syndrome, Obsession. (More to be added, already plenty on the list.)
Full reveal & intro soon! | pete's place masterlist
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florence-nomachine · 3 months
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Black Christmas - S. Raglan x Reader x M. Schmidt
Mike’s job as a park ranger becomes interesting when a mysterious couple stay five nights in a winter lodge.
A/N: HOLY FUCK. This is my longest and most tiring fic in a while (for all the right reasons) and I’m really excited to share it with you! It was loosely inspired by the req and work by @dilfbabie (HERE) but this has a festive, darker spin. This is for the people who voted for a Steve/William aligned reader, and is porn with plot. Further details in the tags, but this is reminiscent of a Jordan Peele film (aka the best kind of film), so dark themes lie ahead. I really hope you all enjoy it, consider it a Christmas gift ;)
Word count: 5.3K
Tags: SMUT (Porn with plot) / Slow burn / Fem! Reader / Threesome / Brief mentions of abuse / Alcohol usage / Oral sex, male receiving / Fingering / Blowjobs / Voyeurism / Cowgirl (position) / Unprotected sex / Creampies / Psychological manipulation / Deception / Dub-Con (if you squint) / Cheating --- MINORS DNI
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MONDAY
Mike had grown to find that being a park ranger was far more amusing than working as mall security. He loved being surrounded by the natural world, and the relatively isolated nature of the job - outside of being with his colleagues - meant that he had time alone. Time to think.
It was even more enjoyable in the winter, specifically the Christmas period, where he revelled in the contrast of the bustle of the shopping district with the tranquil sightings of caribou and squirrels.
It was standard procedure for the rangers to meet the guests of the lodges they inhabited, simply as an act of trust building. Today was no different, except for the fact that he was standing at the door of one of the largest and lavish buildings in the resort, which only meant one thing…Snobby, rich inhabitants.
When you answered the door, your lips parted in a brief moment of shock, adjusting your relaxed posture so that you were upright. 
“Hi…” you said, an unplaced smile appearing on the corner of your lips. “Can I help you Officer…?”
“Mike,” he quickly added. “I’m sure you’ve seen me in the pamphlet, but I’m your designated ranger for this district. I’m here for your safety,”
You seemed somewhat confused at this, but also rather appreciative.
“Thanks…” you replied, absentmindedly fiddling with your necklace. “We— Uh, we haven’t looked at that much yet, actually…”
Mike nodded. You’d probably just moved in, likely more desperate for a shower and a nap than read pages of menial information. 
“My pager codes should be taped to the wall in the kitchen. Outside of patrols and emergencies — weather, rabid animals, that sort of thing — I’ll shouldn’t be in your hair,”
You cocked your head, seemingly interested in something about him. He was cute; boyish in contrast to his position that was usually reserved for those with blatant machismo. You wondered how he got it in the first place.
You nodded back, fingers lingering on the door as you swung it. “Oh, well that’s great, thank —“
“Babe? Who is that? You’re taking an awful while to — Oh, hello Officer…?”
Your interaction was interrupted by an older, taller man who emerged from the stairs behind you. He was dressed in an off-yellow utility suit - likely for skiing - in which a purple sweater peeked out from underneath. His hair was groomed and he wore large, slightly out of fashion glasses. He rested an arm above you, leaning it on the doorframe, and Mike squinted as he noticed that you’d shifted uncomfortably at the movement before trying to compose yourself.
He was lost in his thoughts, temporarily oblivious to the fact that the man was staring at him expectedly. 
“ — Mike, “ he stammered, giving the man his name.
“Your badge says Michael,” he replied, matter of factly.
“I prefer Mike,”
“Hm,” the man mused, the grumble seemingly coming from the depths of his chest. “That’s odd. Usually you guys are referred to by your last name…”
Mike wasn’t sure about you, but this mysterious man was definitely a rich asshole. They always assumed they knew everything. 
“It’s Schimdt — Michael Schmidt…but please, Mike is fine,” he replied, shifting his weight and pursing his lips. Strangely, the man’s blue eyes widened, and he cocked his head, softening his demeanour. Your gaze was fixed to the floor uncomfortably, and Mike could only decipher that you were embarrassed by the man’s insistence. The entire thing was borderline uncomfortable.
Yet, at that moment, he smiled.
“The name’s Steve,” he perked up, extending his hand for the smaller man to shake. He took it, and the man’s grip was firm and assuring, leading Mike to believe that he was some kind of businessman.
“Thank you, Mike,” continued sincerely, his voice noticeably soft. “Hopefully we’ll see you around then,”
Mike blinked and glanced at you. You were still, almost motionless, with Steve protectively hovering over you. He could tell he’d interrupted something.
“You too,” he replied, beginning to back away as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Happy holidays.”
TUESDAY 
During the ins and outs of his job, Mike had been trying to rack his brain, wondering if he’d ever come across this ‘Steve’ before, but to no avail. Perhaps he’d just gotten the wrong person. Michael was a very common name, after all.
He wondered about you, though. You were certainly younger than him, and although he’d come across his share of problematic couples, there was something far more striking about you than the rest. Steve’s authoritarian presence, coupled with your seemingly shy, introverted own, was usually a cocktail that led to disaster. He wasn’t a cop, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep tabs on you, would it?
It seemed that the time would come quicker than expected. The next morning he’d received a ‘111’ message from your residence, and hadn’t wasted time in making his way up to see you.
Upon being let in, he quickly found out that you were alone, with Steve having run out for groceries. Apparently, you’d been hearing ‘rattling and shaking’ in the vents, and simply feared being home alone with the threat of a robbery looming over your head. He’d checked the vents, scoping the interior out for signs of damage or entry, quickly finding out that badger had made a home inside the walls, earning a good chuckle from the pair of you.
“I’m so embarrassed!” you’d gushed, and Mike had smiled slightly at your flustered demeanour. You were dressed rather nicely for an early morning, in a chic turtleneck, pants and a pair of Moon Boots. It didn’t take a genius to decipher that you either came from, or was in contact with a lot of money.
“No problem…” he chuckled, feeling the quiet instinct to pry. “So, Steve just left you here, even with the threat of an intruder?”
Your shoulders visibly dropped at the fact. 
“Pretty much…” you sighed, masking your nervous energy by removing a mug from the coffee machine, pouring some fixings into the liquid before taking a sip, exhaling deeply.
“I know what you’re thinking,” you sighed, and Mike stiffened at the way you were so sincere, eyes locked on his own as you seemingly read his mind. “You have a point, but I like that he doesn’t baby me. But it does scare the shit out of me, knowing that we’re basically in the wilderness. Anything could happen…!”
He nodded.
“Well, you’re more likely to be attacked by kids at Santa’s Grotto than a bear,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t worry…”
You smiled, gaze unwavering as you sipped the drink, admiring the rich taste on your tongue. It was as if you were a siren, beckoning him towards you with an indescribable aura. There was more you wanted to say, but you couldn’t say it.
Biting the bullet, he cleared his throat. 
“Hey — This may not be my place, but is everything okay? When he came down the other day I saw you tense up,” Mike finished, and you let out a low hum as you contemplated the implications of his statement.
“We’re having a few issues,” you said, rolling your eyes, apparently brushing the situation off. “We’d been arguing a lot back home, and he booked this trip so we could regroup and stuff. I’m grateful, and I might even love him – but it doesn’t make me any less paranoid. I never know how he’s feeling, y’know? He’s a bit off sometimes…”
‘Off’. 
That was certainly one way to put it, Mike thought.
“...Does he hurt you?”
“God no,” you insisted. “He’s just — Well, let’s just say that he’s not all that open about his past,”
Silence. 
Mike let out a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips, musing on what you could’ve meant. He averted his gaze to glance around the cabin. It was rather lush, with floor to ceiling windows, marble countertops and rich oak accents; perhaps you were living beyond your means? Every item in his sight seemed relatively normal, blankets, keys, even a small Christmas tree with a few presents underneath. Still, it meant nothing. After all, nobody kept their secrets on display - no, those kinds of things were reserved for a bedroom…Or basement. Or the trunk of a car. Or in the psychological prison of the mind.
“…I should finish getting ready,” your voice interjected. “Thanks for the help, Mike,” you said sweetly, and he nodded before turning around and making his way to let himself out. As he placed a foot down the first step, something turned him around, and he was shocked to see that you weren’t far behind him. He hadn’t heard you follow him.
“By the way —“ he said, clearing his throat again. “I’m doing a patrol on Thursday, so I’ll be around…Just if you need to talk…”
He hoped he wasn’t being too forward.
You smiled, and this time Mike could see the emotion in your eyes.
“Good to know,”
WEDNESDAY 
One of the best things about the job were the treetop viewing platforms. It gave a 360 view of the resort, and Mike was able to see near and far with his pair of binoculars. It was certainly a task that Abby would’ve loved, if she were ever allowed to see him work.
On this particular morning, he was scoping out the usuals - people on the slopes, those taking photos, and the general assortment of vehicles that came in and out of the building. Still, he found himself looking westward toward the lodging you were living in. Call it paranoia, or call it doing his duty, he couldn’t pry himself from the familiar outline of the building.
All seemed normal, until he’d focused on the top window, the largest one of the house that sat behind a balcony. There was no sign of you on the outside, other than the table and chairs, but it was what was enclosed behind that glass that worried him.
Sure enough, you and Steve were there. He couldn’t make out from the resolution, but your face was pressed to the glass, with Steve behind you, clearly leaving little room for you to move. Mike felt his chest constrict, tongue swiping over his lips as he zoomed in, silently praying that you weren’t being hurt.
It turned out that hurt was the complete opposite of what you were undergoing. There you were; totally nude with Steve’s large arms around your throat, kissing your neck as he jerked, your body writhing about as he did. Mike knew all too well what you were doing, and it didn’t take long for the blood to rush from his cheeks to his cock, praying that his growing bulge wouldn’t be visible to anyone. 
Your eyes were half lidded as you scrambled to hold onto something, and Mike couldn’t help but wonder what your moans sounded like. Were you a screamer or a whimperer? Judging by the way the older man was ravishing you, it seemed to be somewhere in between the two.
Swallowing, he lowered the binoculars, pinching the bridge of his nose as he contemplated what he’d just done. There was no ridding the image from his mind, certainly not when he’d taken in every crevice of your body. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets to try to suppress his base urges, storing the image securely for later.
THURSDAY 
Mike rubbed his eyes as he slid into the company car, ready to do his rounds. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. 
His grip remained firm on the steering wheel, carefully navigating the elevated roads. A fresh layer of snow had settled over the past day, and the last thing he needed was to skid off into the trees. It was funny that the winter wonderland around him couldn’t mask the fact it was in a place like this where his family’s life had been turned upside down — where his brother had been cruelly and callously taken…All under his watch.
Sometimes he couldn’t live with himself.
He was at the bottom of the final stretch of lodges when he noticed two figures trudging down the hill. Their arms were outstretched and faces scrunched - and Mike recognised you instantly. Steve was following after you whilst your arms were crossed, clearly having a temper tantrum of some kind. Squinting, he tried to make himself unnoticeable as he listened in.
“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want me to see her! I love kids!”
“It’s not that I don’t want you to see her, it’s just — Well, it’s not that easy…”
“How could this be difficult? I’m your girlfriend. She’s your daughter. Someday we’ll have to cross paths, right? Unless I’m some silly fling to you…”
“You’re not, okay? You know I love you. It’s complicated - Vanessa, she’s a little volatile —“
“I wonder where she gets that from,”
Frowning, Mike came out of the car, slamming the door with force to alert the two of you. He crossed his arms around his chest, scatters of snow crunching under his boots as he made his way towards you.
“Is there a problem?” 
“Mike,” Steve said, any specific emotion unreadable in his voice. He looked the man up and down as if to intimidate, but Mike didn’t budge. “…What’re you doing here?”
“My job,” He said sternly, to which you smirked. His eyes darted between the two of you, and he cocked his head. “Is there an issue here, or?”
Steve cast you a frosty glare, to which you rolled your eyes. Shaking yourself off, you assumed a stricter posture before focusing your attention onto the smaller man in front of you.
“Mike —“ you said, matter of factly. “Be a dear and give me a ride to the leisure centre. I need a masseuse… I have a knot that just won’t go away,”
There was nothing but fury in Steve’s eyes as Mike nodded, stepping to the side to allow you to pass through to the vehicle. As he opened the passenger door for you, he could feel the older man’s stare, burning a hole in his neck and seeping out his insides. Shutting the door, he walked round to the other side of the car, jaw ticking and lips pulled into a straight line. He barely knew Steve, but what he did know was that he was an asshole.
The car ride was silent for all of two minutes when Mike perked up, clearing his throat whilst his eyes remained on the road. He’d only snuck occasional glances at your thighs, and even then he was unable to rid the image of you nude.
“…Who’s Vanessa?”
You scoffed, slumping back in your seat as you lay your head against the car window.
“So you did hear,” you chuckled defeatedly. “His daughter. He doesn’t want me to see her,”
“Oh,” was all Mike could say, and he decided to let you draw the emotion out of your body yourself.
“I hate when he does this!” You exclaimed, arms folded. “He makes me feel so dirty! Like, what the fuck is he saying? That I’m not good enough to meet her?!”
“I’m sure that’s not the case…” Mike said softly. “I mean, if it were down to me, I know I’d love for my daughter and girlfriend to hang out, especially during the holidays,”
The statement caused you to smile, and you shook your head defeatedly. 
“I’m shacking it up with her father during the best time of year…” you said incredulously, looking out onto the icy white paradise around you. “She probably hates me…”
The thought of a girl being without her father on Christmas was enough to make you sob, salty tears pricking your eyes and eventually running down your cheeks. Covering your mouth, you let out a little whimper that alerted Mike, his kind brown eyes briefly leaving the road to watch your face. He wasted no time in pulling over, making sure the car was locked in position before he placed an arm on your shoulder, the sudden contact making you break down even more. Before he knew it, you were crying on his shoulder, hiding your face in the fleece-like insides of his jacket. The man remained quiet, but rubbed your back, narrowing his eyes as he tried to piece together your relationship.
He was beginning to lose himself in your scent when you pulled away, eyes red and slightly watery. Your faces were close, and you stared at him in a way that both made him feel guilty and aroused, eyes wide but enigmatic. He followed your gaze to his lips, and he slowly parted his own to exhale, hyper aware of the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
Brushing your fingertips across his cheeks, you leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips, your taste bittersweet as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. He certainly hoped Steve wasn’t close behind, as he didn’t let go, instead parting his lips to whisper your name as your tongues began to dance against the others’. His hands were all over your body, and he was fairly certain that your hand had made his way to his pelvis, threatening to brush his cock.
He cursed himself when he gasped at the motion, which had caused you to pull away. As if you’d been under a spell, you felt flushed, stuck between wanting to leave the car and staying with Michael.
“Thank you…” you whispered, glancing down before looking out of the windshield. The reception to the rest of the resort wasn’t far from here, and you decided you needed to clear your head. “You’re a great guy, Mike.”
FRIDAY
It had been twelve hours since you’d shared a kiss with Mike, and he was beginning to think he’d known you forever. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, even when they’d received a severe weather warning at midday. Needless to say, he was excited to ring your particular lodge…Just as long as Steve didn’t answer.
“Hey, it’s Mike…We’re expecting a snowstorm in a couple of hours and we’re instituting a 7PM curfew,”
“Shit…Really?” You’d said, somewhat muffled, and Mike could hear you biting down on the fingertips of your thumb. “ I didn’t hear anything about this — Steve’s down at the casino…”
“I’m sure word will get to him,” he insisted. “Stay safe —“
“Wait, Mike? C-Can you come over? I want to make sure everything’s reinforced…”
It was apparent that you and Mike both knew that the lodges, especially the ones you were living in, were more than secure. You’d smiled and let out an exasperated, somewhat overdramatic ‘Thanks’, and had clasped your hands in front of you, leisurely strolling around the building as he confirmed the obvious. You seemed more free, whimsical even, dressed in a deep red couture tracksuit, perfectly painted toes on display. Perhaps the kiss, and Steve’s absence, had brought out the real you.
He didn’t know he could have such an effect on someone. 
As he clicked off his flashlight, he smirked at you, to which you returned, and drummed his hand on the countertops.
“Is everything okay, Officer?” you lulled.
“A-Ok,” he hummed, watching as you walked closer towards him, a mischievous grin in your eye. He froze slightly when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his front, but found himself relaxing into your touch, his own hands finding your hips.
“We have the house to ourselves…” you purred, beginning to stroke the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. He was simply too cute. “…And the view is lovely. But the company’s better…”
He nodded, lost in the way you began to pepper kisses to his neck and breath gently into his ear, that he hadn’t realised that the snow was beginning to fall…and it wasn’t about to stop.
“Shit…” he said under his breath, ruining the mood as he scrambled for his radio. He should’ve been back to the base a while ago.
“This is Mike calling in. The storm came in earlier than expected. I’m holed in at Lodge 305 waiting it out,”
“Received,” the static said. “Keep us updated.”
You could barely contain your enthusiasm at the fact, and Mike chuckled as you excitedly raced to the wine cabinet. It was going to be an interesting few hours.
LATER 
“…Part of me hopes Steve never comes back,” you slurred, wine bottle in hand as you sprawled out on the king bed, your tracksuit top since stripped, leaving you in a vest. It was obvious to Mike that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, neither. 
Mike snickered.
“You’re still mad at him?”
“Yup,” you said, popping your ‘P’. “Asshole tried to propose to me at dinner yesterday. I said no,”
He was astonished that you said it so casually.
“Woah…”
“I know,” you grinned. “Wine?”
He looked up at you uncertainly. Not necessarily because it was wrong, but because he had no idea where the night would lead him if he took even as much as a sip. “I-I can’t, I’m on the job,”
“Just a little?” You whined. “For me?”
You watched him intently as he gave in, sipping the drink and holding it on his tongue. When he realised you were staring at him, you broke into a smile, edging closer to him on the bed.
“I love that you take your job so seriously,” you cheesed, running your finger down his arm.   “Was this a boyhood dream?”
“Far from it,”
“Hm,” you said curiously, cocking your head. You’d been trying to figure Mike out for a while now. “So what’s the goal?” 
“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Just to see my sister happy, I guess,”
Your heart fluttered, and there was an incomparable sensation in your loins, biting up towards your stomach. Whether it was the alcohol, the heating, or something else - your body swelled, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“You’re so sweet,” you cooed, in that oh-so famously position in front of his face, arms entangled in his.  “I love that about you, Mike,”
“Love?”
“I wish all guys were like you,” was all you said, and you thrust yourself on top of him, his back flat against the mattress. He didn’t stop you; letting you take charge as you straddled his torso, pressing your breasts against his chest as his hands found your body. He was insatiable, greedy yet very needy, and found himself succumbing to your every whim. 
Mike let out a whimper as you rubbed yourself gently along his clothed cock, growing irritated at the layer of fabric between you two. You nipped at his ear and giggled, dancing your hands along his body before you reached his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze before you went back to teasing him with your hips.
“D’ya want me, Mike?” you purred. “Say the word and I’ll be yours…”
“Mmfh…” he grumbled, trying and failing to pull himself away from you, particularly as his hands found your hardening nipples, desperate to take one between his teeth. “What about Steve?” He said from below you. “I could get fired, I —“
Cupping his face in your hands, you stared him down, voice almost emotionless as you spoke.
“Mike, you may not know it, but when you’re rich, you can get away with anything…”
That was enough confirmation as he needed as he arched his back, angling himself up into your kiss. He was both surprised and aroused at how firm your grip was on him, legs quite literally locking him down below you. Your wanting mouth was wide as your chest heaved, grinning down at him as you slid your arm back, down his pants to touch his hardened cock. 
Mike shut his eyes and groaned as you tugged on him, expertly sliding your hips down his body, fixing yourself into position so that you were level his penis, your ass in his face.
“Touch me, Mike,” you slurred as you took him in your mouth, giddy as he pulled down your sweats a crack so that he could massage your ass, fingers lingering by your lacy underwear. His touch sent chills down your spine, prompting you to take him further, tongue flat against the underside of his organ. His index finger slipped into your crevice, stroking your walls before he slid a finger into your pussy, making you whimper. It had been so long since Mike had been touched - and had touched someone in such a way - that he wasn’t planning on letting go of the feeling any time soon.
Even if your boyfriend came in.
“Babe? I’m sorry, I got caught up in —“ 
“Steve!” You said sweetly, releasing Mike from your mouth with a ‘pop’. “How nice of you to join us!”
The wording struck Michael as odd, but he chalked it down to the thick layer of condescension in your voice. 
Steve stared right past you and towards Mike, narrowing his eyes. The younger man swallowed, wanting to push you off of him, but found himself drawn to the silent aura of the man, much more the way a bulge was visible in his pants also. 
“I can explain—“ he stammered, exasperated as you played with him in your hands, index finger and thumb squeezing the tip as your eyes darted between the two men. How were you so relaxed about this?
“No need to worry about it, Mike,” Steve said, his tone surprisingly sympathetic as he zipped down his own pants. “I don’t mind sharing her...In fact, I love showing my darling off,” he grinned, almost sadistically as he bared his teeth and dimples. Steve placed his larger, calloused hands on your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek affectionately as he did. Mike felt somewhat betrayed by the way there was a glint of happiness in your eye; much more the way he pulled you into a sloppy, passionate kiss as you stroked the older man instead of him.
Once the pair of you pulled apart, his blue eyes were clouded with lust as he patted your cheek, thumb tracing your lips before he pulled away. You kissed the digit tentatively, chin in the air as you glanced down at Mike, silent, but smiling. 
Ironically, you were a healthy couple playing a twisted game, and you’d been in on it all along. 
Steve cleared his throat, loosening a button on his shirt as you span around, your own pelvis holding down Mike’s own. Mike should’ve despised the situation in its entirety, but the way his cock twitched was undeniable. It was as if this fucked up situation were unlocking something within him, and he didn’t know for how much longer he could hold it back.
“…I love the way men like you look at her and want nothing more than to fuck her brains out. Do you know what it feels like to win? To know that she’s yours?” Steve drawled, watching almost in admiration as you pulled off your sweats, sliding your underwear to the side as you lined up Mike’s cock with your entrance. 
“Of course you don’t,” he said condescendingly. “...Your life is about to be hell, Mike. You deserve something good…” The older man hissed, coincidentally aligning with the hiss from Mike’s own mouth who was too much in a state of ecstasy to register the comment. His precum was dribbling on your wet folds, and he longed for a bit of friction. 
You placed a hand on Mike’s chest, smiling down at him with the same expression he’d come to fall for in the first place, paired with your soft, unsuspecting voice. 
“Do you wanna fuck me, Mike? I bet you’d make me feel so good…”
“Y-Yeah..” he whimpered lowly, and he moaned as you sunk yourself onto his bare cock, gripping your body at the tight, wet pressure of your gummy walls. Steve hummed in amusement as he watched you begin to ride him; slowly at first, giving him enough leeway to insert himself into your mouth. 
He’d had you a million times before, but he never grew tired of the sensation. He gripped the back of your head as he moved your face up and down his shaft, groaning as he fucked your mouth in tandem.
“You’ve always been a maneater, haven’t you baby?” Steve cooed. “My little slut,” he spat, and Mike furrowed his brows, feeling his cock twitch in you at the statement. You were clearly just a few rich people with a perverted pastime, and he’d been taken as collateral. He’d probably feel disgusted in the morning, but as of right now he was in heaven.
You steadied yourself on Mike’s cock, pressing down a hand into his pelvis as Steve’s grip tightened on your face, greedy as one hand reached down to grope your breasts.
“Go on, Mike,” he chuckled arrogantly. “Give em a feel,”
You took Mike's hand in your own, throwing your head back at the sensation of being fondled and prodded by two men simultaneously. Steve’s cock was hitting the back of your throat, your nose buried into the fabric of his clothes, stray grey pubic hairs tickling your nose as he did. Mike’s dick was buried in you, and you were 99% sure you’d sheathed himself to the hilt. You hadn’t even needed to move your hips for that long, and Mike had begun to take agency as rock his hips up into your own, the skin-on-skin sounds borderline pornographic.
“Shit,” Mike whispered, feeling his stomach begin to knot up, and you gasped, talking around Steve’s cock that sent vibrations through the spectacled man’s lower half.
“Are you gonna cum, Mikey? You wanna fill this pussy up?” you teased, circling your hips uncontrollably, Mike’s penetrative thrusts becoming shallow but frequent. He groaned in response, and Steve chuckled, one hand your back so he stabilised you, making sure your lush lips were still attached to his shaft. Mike may have been getting the goods, but he owned you, and his pleasure came first. Even in a group of three. 
Feeling closer to your own orgasm, you slammed your hips down onto Mike, holding him in position as he came; desperately clutching the sheets as he spilled into you, mumbling to himself incoherently. Steve was gracious enough to pull himself from your mouth, a bridge of spit connecting you two as he did. Instinctively, you jerked him off, your warm hands sliding up and down effortlessly on his sloppy dick, still grinding your hips on Mike as he was beginning to come down from his high.
Steve came with a grumble, and it wasn’t long until you followed him after, grinning mischievously as fresh white trails of his seed painted your face. Glancing over at Mike - who looked totally spent - you ran your tongue along Steve’s pink shaft to clean him up, writhing as you stimulated Mike’s softening cock, producing a groan from the brunette. 
You were light headed as you fell back onto the sheets, smiling as Steve stroked your semi-nude body adoringly, lulling you off to sleep.
THE MORNING AFTER
Mike was awakened to a banging on the door, swearing under his breath as he contemplated how this looked. Sitting up, he scanned the room for a sign of you, or even Steve, but to no luck. 
He looked out of the window. The snowstorm was over.
Perhaps you’d just gone out for breakfast.
He hurried his clothes on, placing his hands on his hips as he tried to shake the hazy memories of the night before. He was just in time as an officer entered, worried as he saw his colleague enter with guns.
“W-What’s going on?” he asked, squinting. 
“We have a warrant for a visitor's arrest,” he drawled. “A Mr William Afton…?”
Mike frowned. The name wasn’t familiar.
The officer raised a brow, leaving the room once the coast was clear. As he did, Mike caught a glimpse of the poster in his back pocket, the face painfully recognisable. 
WANTED: Child abduction and murder.
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darkroomkisses · 10 months
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Blame it on the Alcohol (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Topper Thornton x Reader)
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Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thornton x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON, Drugged sex, Smut, Fem!reader, Dark Rafe Cameron, Dark Topper Thornton, intoxication,Degradation, Underage Drinking/Drug use, Unconscious reader, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Toxic relationship, Sharing, choking, Face fucking, cuckolding, The boys are nasty, Read Tags and Enjoy! 
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Summary: You attend a house party with your boyfriend Rafe Cameron, like most nights. After drinking and trying some blow you start to feel uneasy. Rafe tells Topper to help you out. Little do you know the type of “help” Rafe and Topper have planned for you. 
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Part two
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You ended up at a party even though you begged Rafe not to take you. You do not know why he was so insistent on you going.  
You wanted to be cuddled up on the couch with Rafe and watch a movie. But no, Rafe said tonight was something he didn't want to miss, so far you couldn’t see why.  
You sat on the couch, arms crossed; Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist. You zoned out of the conversation Rafe was having with his friends after a while.
You reach for your drink and realize the cup is empty, you let out a pout. Rafe notices your expression and smirks, taking the cup out of your hand.  
“Topper, bring us some drinks, make hers special” Rafe holds the cups up and waves it at Topper. Topper gives Rafe a look and mumbles under his breath but gets up.  
“Rafe I could have got my own drink” You cuddle next to Rafe, enjoying a little how he bosses Topper around. “Nah, let him do something for you, he wanted us here tonight” Rafe kisses you on the forehead.
You straighten up at that, why did Topper care if you came tonight? you think, you let it go and Topper returns with your drinks you look in the cup, it is light pink and looks sweet.  
Rafe pushes the cup to your lips “Taste it before you say you don’t like it” You sip it, it's a little too sweet but surprisingly good. “Okay Top, you know how to mix a drink” you compliment him.  
“Yeah, Top has a real career down the at tiki bar” Kelce laughs.
 “I think Topper would look good in a hot red bikini” you joke, cupping your own chest. Rafe and Kelce smirk at your jab. 
“Alright alright relax, I know a thing or two” Topper leans back in his chair his eyes on you, watching every sip you take.  
You look at Rafe who is currently snorting coke. Rafe lets out a hefty sigh leaning back. “Babe, take a bump” Rafe tells you, he’s not asking but you shake your head anyway. “I dunno” you hesitate.  
You feel his hand on the back of your neck, Rafe’s mouth on your ear “Don’t fucking embarrass me”
You force a smile even though you know no one else could hear him. You lean down with Rafe’s hand guiding your head, you snort most of the line there.  
You inhale and cough a little. You’re new to hard drugs never been your thing but being with Rafe, you had to step out of your comfort zone. 
Your nose burns and you don’t like the feeling, but Rafe looks so happy with you.  
“Good girl” Rafe praises you lean back trying focus on your breathing.  
You’re not sure how much time passes; it feels like hours as everything around you starts to slow. You’re almost finished with your drink, your eyes feel heavy.  
“Rafe, I don’t feel so good” your words slurred. You hold on to your boyfriend, he doesn’t seem that concerned.
“Top” Rafe gives Topper a look, telling him without words to come over. 
“Hey y/n, come on” Top picks you up by your waist helping you up.  
“Rafe what-” You try to question, but your voice sounds so far away. 
“Don’t worry, I got you” Topper voice is soft as he guides you away from your boyfriend and up the steps.  
Your feet feel heavy as you are forced up the steps. Topper brings you to a bedroom and shuts the door. 
Its dark and you can only hear your shallow breathing and the muffled music from downstairs.
Topper guides you to the bed and you lay down, happy to lay down on a soft surface. Your swirling head calmed down by the silence for a minute.  
Your eyes are closed, you feel yourself drifting away. The bed dips down and you feel a weight on you.  
“Rafe?” you slur out, forgetting you weren’t in the room with him.
The darkness is making it hard to see the figure on top of you.  
“No baby, it’s Topper” You feel his unfamiliar hands on your body, roaming and touching places they shouldn’t.
You panic “Topper what are you-” The words come out slowly and quiet. Topper shushes you, running his hand down your face.  
“You’re safe with me, don’t worry” Topper says in a low voice, you feel light kisses placed on your neck then your lips.
He kisses you with vigor, his tongue fighting for entrance.  
You try to shake your head telling him you don’t want it, you move your heavy arms to his chest to push him off you, but he doesn’t budge.  
You use your little strength to bit his lip. “Fucking bitch” Topper curses and you feel his hand at your throat. “Don’t try that slick shit again” he squeezes a little.  
You feel your tears trickle to your ears. “Be good for me or else” Topper voice is ice cold. 
You whimper at his words, you don’t want to know what his “or else” means.  
You feel your shirt pushed up, your bare chest exposed to him. 
“Fuck even better than I even better than I imagined” Topper is almost salivating at the sight.
“Topper please” You plead lightly. “You want more huh?” Topper kisses your chest, not understanding your discomfort.
He brings his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it hard.  
He takes his hand to grope your free tit. He’s moans on your tit; you feel the vibration through your body. 
Heat forming between your legs, wetness soaking your panties.  
You try not to focus on the feeling, your eyes are squeezed shut. 
You don’t hear the door open but the voice you hear makes your eyes pop open, Topper stops his movements.  
“See your getting hot and heavy already” Rafe voice is heavy in your ears.  
“Rafe” you whimper trying to sit up, but you can’t move fast enough. 
“Sorry bro, I can't help it, I mean look at her” Topper brings his hand to squeeze your tit softly.
You try to sit up again but you feel like a ton of bricks are keeping you down, and it doesn’t help that Topper is on top of you. 
Rafe strides over to you “Damn dude she looks fucked up, how much of that shit did you give her?” you feel his hands on your face.
“Idk man it must be strong” Topper picks your arm up and it drops back down. 
You feel a little sick listening to their conversation, you struggle to keep up. Did they put something in your drink? Why? Your brain is hurts trying to put it together. 
“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Rafe coos in your face.  
You want to yell and scream but it fails to come out. You feel out of control, and you want to leave.  
“Home...I want to go home” you cry out softly. Rafe and Topper ignore you, your pleas falling on deaf ears. 
“Shit Topper, get to it before she passes out” You hate how they talk about you like you’re not even here.  
You feel your heart sink and the tears flow heavily now. Topper pushes your skirt up and pushes your underwear to the side.
His slender fingers brush against your clit and slit, lightning shoots through your body.  
“Shit she’s so wet and fucking tight man, she likes it” Topper says as he feels your wetness on his fingers, stroking you roughly before sticking his fingers in you.  
Your whole-body jolts “always fucking wet bro, barely have to touch her” Rafe sits on the bed behind you, so your head is in his lap.  
He bends over and kisses you on the lips. Topper brings his mouth to your cunt; he’s eats you out slowly moaning into your wetness. 
He puts his hands tight on your thighs holding them apart.  
He lets up only to rip your underwear down and he slides his fingers in you again stretching you out.
He pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers. Topper gets up pulling his pants down his cock his hard and ready. 
You try to back away knowing what coming next and Rafe holds you in place. “Don’t move baby, let him in”  
“No, no!” you whine out. 
“Come on, don’t make me tell you again” Rafe warns you. You don’t move again knowing you can’t get out of this.  
Topper lines himself up, he pushes in a little hitting resistance. “Come on pretty girl, it’s okay” Topper pushes again, your hole stretching a little more.
Topper is already moaning at the feeling of being inside you. When you feel him force himself deeper, you whine at the pain.  
Rafe rubs your face, soothing you lightly. “Fuck man she’s so fucking tight” Topper pulls out of you quickly, just too fuck into again with more force, he bottoms out after a thrust or two.  
You cry out the sudden movement hurting you, this intrusion is too much too bear.  
You feel Rafe shift against you, he moves your head and pulls his pants down, he’s hard. Rafe strokes himself as Topper fucks into you.  
Topper moans and rocks his hips harder against you. “You feel so good, so good” Topper rubs your tits, squeezing hard.  
Your eyes feel heavy again you close them, trying not to focus on the pleasure budding past the pain.  
Rafe gets off the bed standing at the side. Rafe pats your face quickly “Open your mouth baby” he whispers. 
“Show how well you suck my cock” when you don't budge Rafe forces your mouth open, sinking his cock into your mouth.  
“Mm just like that” Rafe moves your head back and forth on his hard cock, he pushes your head against flush against him. 
You can’t breathe properly and your body shakes; you’re so overwhelmed by the feeling of Topper rutting into your core and Rafe fucking your mouth.  
“Yes, fuck yes, she’s squeezing my cock” Topper props up so he’s kneeling, he pushes your knees up.  
“Fucking hell, she's getting tight, I think she’s going to come” You try to fight everything in your body telling you this feels good.  
“Dirty fucking girl, coming from my best friend fucking you, such a little slut” Rafe mocks fucking your mouth harder, he leans in as if he can get further down your throat.  
“Fucking whore” Rafe pants, running his hands through your hair, he makes a fist.  
“Cum, you little slut, I know you want to” You whimper around Rafe’s hard cock, usually you love feeling of him fucking your mouth, but right now you couldn’t enjoy it, not like this.  
You felt betrayed by him and your body in this moment.  
The bubble bursts and you cum around Toppers cock, clenching hard, your hands grasp the bedsheets. You feel like you're floating, you try to ground yourself.  
You moan around Rafe cock, tears soaking the sheets. “Fucking hell, that was so hot baby” Rafe pulls out of your mouth.  
You pant hard, trying to catch your breath.  
“I'm close, I wanna come inside her” Topper moans.
You whimper trying to shake your head. “Nah you had your little fun, pull out” Rafe orders. Topper groans and thrusts in you one more time before pulling out of you, he comes on your stomach.  
You cringe at the hot sticky mess on you. Topper moves to Rafe’s spot on the bed and Rafe moves between your legs.  
Topper strokes himself softly still hard, watching the scene in front of him.
“You’re so good Angel, can’t believe you came for me like that” Topper praises, he spreads the mess he made, further up your body.  
You swat his hand away weakly. “F-fuck you” you spit, barely audible.  
“Fuck she’s feisty even when she’s drugged” Topper laughs quietly.  
“Shut up man” Rafe rolls his eyes. Rafe flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, he pulls you on your knees, so your ass is up.  
He gives it a slap, holding your hips in place so you don’t jerk away from him. 
“We’re not done yet, you’re mine now” Rafe voice is heavy with authority.  
Rafe doesn’t have to prep you since you're still wet from your orgasm, every part of you feels tired. Rafe pushes himself in so smoothly, moaning as your juices coat his heavy cock.  
“So wet and warm for me” Rafe happily sighs out. 
Every thrust is harder and harder, like he is trying to out fuck Topper or something. You feel like you can’t take it anymore, your cunt still sore from Topper.  
“Rafe slow” you beg, your voice is muffled with your face pushed against the mattress. Rafe scoffs, not slowing his pace.
“You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want with; you hear me?” Rafe snarls.  
He pushes you further into the mattress. “Your pretty holes are for me to fill every night” each word feels like a stab to your gut.  
He’s fucking into your soaking core with such force you feel like you are going to break.  
You wail into the mattress, your cries going unheard. The slapping of hips against your ass is loud in the room.
Topper jerks off hastily and sloppily to the scene in front of him, you hear his breathy moans, clearly enjoying Rafe’s abuse to your cunt.  
“You’re mine, right? My little slut?” Rafe lifts your head up to hear you speak.  
“Yes” your shaky voice barely audible between your cries.  
Rafe pulls out and flips you over and wraps his big hands around your neck, squeezing.  
“I make the decisions here” Rafe’s cock hits you at a certain angle that makes you see stars.  
“If I want you to fuck my friend and come all over his dick, you fucking do it”  
“I know what's best for you, you need me baby” Rafe breathing is shallow, you feel yourself clenching around his cock.  
Topper moans and groans are hard to ignore and are only getting louder in your ears.  
“Rafe” is all you can manage you feel yourself coming again, this time on your boyfriend cock. You moan out, reaching for Rafe to hold onto him, your legs shaking wildly.
“That’s my good girl, come on my fucking cock” you let out a heavy breath, all your energy is used up.
Your mind is slipping, your eyes close as you pass out.  
Rafe holds you close, his face in your neck as he comes inside you, making more of a mess in you. 
He groans into your neck. You don’t move a muscle; Rafe pulls out of you slowly.  
He watches as the mix of both your juices spill out of you. Topper curses as he comes in his hand, panting hard.  
“That shit was incredible Rafe, she’s incredible” Topper pants, still staring at you.  
“Get your own fucking girlfriend Top” Rafe says possessively.
“This” he points at you “was a one time thing” Rafe says, while cleaning himself up with the bedsheets and pulling his pants up.
“I'm just saying man” He puts his hands up in defense “She’s an amazing lay, probably the best I’ve had” Topper says slowly fixing himself up.
Topper and Rafe watch as you sleep, your breathing is slow and shallow.
“Yeah, she sure is, I'm never letting her go” Rafe says definitively.  
“She’s going to be pissed, you know” Topper half laughs not really caring if you’re pissed or not.
“She won’t remember a damn thing”  
“And If she does?” Topper questions rising an eyebrow at the blonde.
“We’ll blame it on the alcohol” Rafe smirks at his best friend running a hand through his hair.  
Rafe haphazardly cleans you off and tucks you in the bed, before leaving you alone to sleep this night off. 
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uchispeach · 1 month
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Happy House (part 1)
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Pairing: Singh! Reader x Dark! Rafe Cameron
➥ Warnings: Implied abuse, violence, obsessive & manipulative behavior, naive! reader…
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Too trusting.
That’s what your dad always called you, the adjective always coming out in a scolding tone.
You found it contradictory, remembering all those times in which your father told you that trust was a sacred thing to find.
So even now, as one of Singh’s men inexplicably refuses to take you home, you still take it in a positive light. “Does this have something to do with my birthday?” You fold your arms over your chest as one of your eyebrows rises in curiosity.
The tall guy only stares at you, no clear emotion on his face. “Oh god, he’s got a surprise for me!” your eyes sparkle at the realization, excitement dripping out of your body. You rush to the man’s side, looking directly at him with a pleading face. “Is he?” You insist, he just sighs “No, mister Singh is in an important meeting right now. He wants no disturbances.”
A disappointed look reaches your soft features, but it’s quickly replaced by a light smile. A new idea lighting up your brain. “Then I want to go” you let him know “He said no disturbances” you roll your eyes at his dismissive response.
“I am no disturbance, I’m his daughter” the statement is said with confidence.
“Besides, it’s been a long time since we had visits. I’m bored of seeing the same people… No offense!” You give the man your most apologetic look.
It was true, your father was a bit paranoid. Never allowing you to leave the house by yourself. Still, you had a limited list of places you could go to, one of them was the farm. A secluded space surrounded by nature, in which your only company was a bunch of bodyguards and some lovely animals.
“We have strict orders” another intimidating guy interrupted, joining the conversation. You let out a frustrated sigh, managing to whisper a small sorry for asking before heading back to your bedroom.
An hour has passed by, and all you could think of is your dad’s meeting. You roll back and forth on the queen size bed, the many ways in which you could escape this place clouding your mind.
Until you think of something, something that could work if you put on a decent acting.
It was a common thing. Calling your dad on your bodyguard’s phone was a common thing -taking in count you didn’t own one yourself-. And they barely asked to listen to the calls anyways.
“Sir!” You shout out from the open door, leaning onto the frame.
(…)
They looked at each other in confusion, looking at you walking around the kitchen as you held the device next to your ear, nodding at a nonexistent conversation. “I promise to be good, sir!….um-hum…Yes, I will wear something nice!” You smiled sheepishly at the guards.
After ‘hanging up’ you headed towards them, hopes up as you handed the phone. The men didn’t look that much convinced, scratching their heads in unison. “He said to hurry up!” You turned your back on them, running towards your closet.
You put on your favorite silk dress, paired up with your gold earrings. You rushed everyone to the truck, surprisingly they listened.
“I don’t know, man. We didn’t even get a message from the boss…I’m sure he would’ve let us know” he talked to his partner, hesitant on the sudden change of plans.
“You know Mr. Singh. He’s unpredictable” You said in his direction. “Besides, he sounded very urgent” you added, knowing that the guards never questioned your father.
“Alright” You finally heard the truck’s engine. A childish smirk decorating your face.
(…)
The last gate was open, revealing the big piece of land you called home. Men with guns and dogs with muzzles surrounded the house as always.
“Drop me here” you pointed at the main garden. The car stopped, and you were quick to reach the handle. “Wait” they paused your actions.
One of them got out of the truck. Politely, he opened the door for you, offering his tattooed arm for support. “Oh…mmmh, there’s no need to escort me there.” You laughed nervously, looking everywhere but his face. “I insist”
You sighed, allowing him to take you to the porch. Then, you freed yourself from his hold, taking big strides to the main entrance.
“What is she doing here?” The leader spoke, clearly confused about your presence. That was your sign, quickly opening the door and entering the cozy hallway.
You leaned onto the wood surface, scanning your surroundings.
“Y/n?” A deep voice called out, you flinched at that.
Carlos Singh was staring confusedly at you. Burning eyes making you regret your decision.
“Daddy, I…” He didn’t allow you to finish your sentence. “What the hell are you doing here?” He huffed in annoyance.
“…I” the creak of shoes against wood made you both look away.
There, at the top of the stairs was a handsome man. Looking intimidatingly huge.
“Mr. Cameron” your father addressed him with formality. The unknown man went down in confident steps.
You didn’t know why, but you were suddenly intrigued by his fresh presence. Tall with hard muscles and a tight jaw, he had dirty blonde hair and a youthful smile.
Yes, he was smiling like he just won the lottery. “Mr. Singh” You heard his voice, guttural but youthful at the same time.
The first person he approached was your father, shaking his hand as a sign of respect. Still, his eyes never left yours.
“And who is this beautiful lady?” He smirked, showing some teeth as he scanned you entirely. Your father coughed out his response “That’s my daughter” He signaled your way, presenting you in a proper way.
“Hello!” You spoke proudly, offering your hand to the guest. He took it happily, giving it a light squeeze.
You noticed his hand, some fingers decorated by silver rings and an expensive watch on his wrist. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Singh.” He took his time before letting you go, drinking in your features. “The pleasure is mine” Politeness was always taught to you, and you proved it to him by showing a nice smile.
After some small chat regarding the weather and other trivial stuff, the men decided to take a seat in the living room. You followed behind, still a bit hesitant on your father’s approval.
“Why don’t you sit next to Mr. Cameron?” Your father covered the chair in which you intended to sit down, signaling you to move somewhere else. You didn’t miss his mandatory tone.
You obeyed, taking a seat next to his possible business partner. Mister Cameron didn’t miss any of your moves, and that made you a little nervous, making you wonder if there was something wrong with your clothes or hair.
“Actually, why don’t you warm up for a little?… I need to attend something” Singh held his mobile on one hand, the screen lighting momentarily.
“Don’t worry, sir” You were quick to answer. Not missing the way he frowned at his mobile, seemingly disturbed by something. You shivered involuntarily, hoping that he came back in a better mood, just so he could spare you a bit.
Your father didn’t take long before leaving the room, taking one of his guards with him.
A silence prolonged itself in the room, making you turn the guest’s way. In a desperate attempt at making a good impression, you spoke, “so, where are you from? Where are you staying? Are you from the States? I want to study there!” You covered your mouth, embarrassed at the sudden outburst of words.
“I’m sorry” The blond only chuckled at this, seemingly fascinated by your attitude. “Yeah, I grew in the States” He replied proudly, relaxing on the chair while he lightly spread his legs.
“Nice!… Can I call you Rafe?” You were crossing a line, but he didn’t seem that old, and you were dying to make a friend. Even if the circumstances weren’t the most appropriate.
“Of course” He grinned along, sitting straight while he arranged his suit. Your smile grew wider, eyes sparkling at the newfound company.
“If you don’t mind, Rafe.. Why are you here?” You shrunk a bit, worried of being too much. But the blond didn’t seem intimidated at all by your curiosity. “Didn’t Singh tell you?” He rose an eyebrow.
“In all honesty” you whispered, looking everywhere to make sure no one was around. “I wasn’t supposed to be here” your face changed to a worried frown.
The blond was fascinated by your expressions. “Still, I’m glad I came” your mood changed drastically, smile returning to your face. “Because you seem different…not like the old and grumpy men who usually make deals with my dad” your brows wrinkled at the unpleasant reminder.
Rafe let out a loud chuckle at that, and you quickly felt bad for the mean remark. “Oh no, that’s not what I meant…I-I respect every business partner that my dad has” The blond noticed your embarrassed smile, and he laughed some more.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone” The Cameron boy turned his neck to wink at you. You felt a sudden relieve, happy to deal with someone as easy going as him.
“Back to your question, let’s just say I have some sort of relic that your dad may like” The blond licked his lower lip.
“My dad loves old things!” You squeaked, almost jumping out of your seat. “Actually, he has this sculpture from a pre-columbian culture…well, it’s actually just a piece of it; he’s still looking for the rest. Anyways, he absolutely adores relics”
Rafe looked intently at you. “So, there’s definitely a big chance he might want to purchase a cross made out of gold, right?” You blinked curiously at him, lashes fluttering in a cute rhythm. “Hmm gold?…Probably yes! I mean, he’s been really fixated on El Dorado.” You looked up, trying to remember something else from your dad’s exhausting research.
“El what?” Rafe looked intrigued. “You know El Dorado, the city of Gold. Actually, the sculpture I was talking about” You leaned onto the chair’s arm, getting closer to the blond. “They say if you find the rest of it, you’ll have access to a bunch of gold!”
“That sounds like a made-up story” You could feel his warm breath against your face as he leaned extremely close. He had a bit of a mocking smirk on him, incredulous attitude making you shrink a bit. “My dad considers it to be pretty legit, trust me” Your eyes were wide open at that, adding a bit of dramatism to the statement.
“I trust you” the blond spoke with a light grin.
Your upper body was turned to the side, facing him in complete closeness. From this distance, you could admire his tough factions; broad shoulders, toned torso and strong arms, all constricted by a tight shirt.
“Well, I hope you both have a wonderful deal” The tension is broken by an unconscious act, lively mood returning to you.
“I hope that too, that way I can see you some more.” The Cameron Boy went back to his previous position, manspreading as he looked at you from the side.
A wave of warmness went down your spine, words making you feel a bit lightheaded. “That would be nice” a shy smile decorated your lips, as you sat straight on the elegant chair.
“Oh, I’m so rude” you jumped a bit. “I haven’t offered you anything to drink” your feet moved by itself, pulling you up. “My dad would be so disappointed on my horrible hospitality.” You chew your lip in anxiousness, hoping Rafe wouldn’t be too offended by your carelessness.
But he just chuckled deeply, the low laugh taking you by surprise. “I’m so-” he didn’t allow your apology to continue “Some scotch will do.”
You nodded frantically at that, turning your back on him and hurrying to your dad’s office.
Unknowingly to you, the Cameron boy intently looked at your back, a new emotion rooting itself on the pit of his stomach.
Meanwhile, you prepared the glass of liquor with much carefulness -making sure you made just as your father taught you-. “I’m almost done!” You shouted from the other room, receiving a light laugh from the guest.
“Here it is” you set it down on the wooden table. Standing still as you saw the blond taking a sip of it. His throat wobbles from the drink.
“It’s damn good” hoarse tone filling your ears with satisfaction. You giggled, proud of yourself.
Just as he took another sip, you noticed how his eyes darkened while he scanned you from head to toe, drinking in your presence slowly.
You felt a tad uncomfortable, not used to being stared at for too long. -Being the daughter of Mr. Singh meant everyone ran from you for no particular reason-.
“Sit” The blond tapped the chair in which you were previously seated. You complied, plopping by his side as he downed the drink.
You gasped as the last drop got lost on his throat. “Gotta get some courage, you know?” He looked at you right in the eye, you nodded. “Business isn’t easy” that took you by surprise. Rafe seemed like a very put together person, you didn’t visualize him in any other way than a clever man.
You tilted your head to the side, doe eyes looking expectantly at him. “First deal without my dad” you could see him getting a bit conflicted.
“I get it… I just don’t do much by myself” You fidgeted with your fingers. “Yeah” He gave a small chuckle, staring at your lap.
When you looked at him by the side, you noticed him holding the empty glass in one hand, drawing small circles in the air with it.
“Do you want me to show you the sculpture?” You spoke out in a rush. “Huh?” The blond got out of his trance, stopping the circles. “You know, the one who’s supposed to be the key to the treasure?” The words came out breathy as you lightly stood your shoulders up.
“Show me your lil’ artifact” and it didn’t take you long to come back with the piece of rock in hand.
“Look” You spoke joyfully, crossing one leg over the other as you waved the thing in front of the blond. “You see these drawings?” You pointed.
“Not with you being this damn far” You felt hotness all over your face “Well-“ but before you could continue, he grabbed the side of the chair, pulling it towards him. Effortlessly, you now faced him way closer.
You laughed carelessly, sensing his actions to be exclusively for playful matters. “Back to what I was saying-” once again you were interrupted.
“And what do you think you’re doing with that?” You froze on the spot. Listening to the harsh voice of your father never fails to put you on edge. “Hi there, sir” You turn your back slowly. “I…I just thought the guest might be interested in your relics” Your excuse didn’t seem to do much in calming down your enraged dad.
“You know, since he’s here to offer you one.” You gave him your sweetest smile, still, Singh didn’t lose time on roughly snatching the piece of history away from you. Leaving a burning sensation on your hands.
“You know how fragile these things are” He gave the figurine to the leader guard, making him disappear with it. “They have no business in your inexpert hands” You felt the shame wash over you, feeling like a scolded child. “Yes, sir.” You stared at your own hands on your lap.
“I was the one to ask. I just really wanted to see some of your collection.” You raised your gaze in surprise, looking at a standing Rafe. “I’ve heard you’re an impeccable collector.”
Your dad scoffed lowly, arranging his suit while he offered a polite smile to the blond. “Right, Mr. Cameron”
“Not trying to be impatient but I would really like to discuss the magnificent cross. I’ve heard you’re a big gold fan.” Rafe put one hand above the other while standing straight, looking like a real business man.
“Y/n, Victor will accompany you to your room” The guard appeared behind him, looking expectantly at you.
“Dad, I was thinking I could stick around. Maybe cook something, it’s almost dinner time!” Singh’s harsh look reflected the truth, you just needed to go.
“Come on, miss Singh” Victor spoke, inviting you to follow his lead into your chamber.
“Yes, Victor” You let it go, rising from your seat and directing towards the man. “See you around, Mr. Cameron” a hopeful smile sent his way. You received a slight nod from him, a hint of a smirk on his pink lips.
And as you climbed those stairs, you couldn’t help but feel an intense heat on your back.
(…)
“Victor, what is going on?” Your check was against the door, fingers turning white around the handle.
“Victor!” You shook the round thing in deep frustration but the man on the other side didn’t even make a sound.
You gave up, pulling away from the wood surface. Your feet moved on their own, anxiously taking you back and forth.
An hour has passed by since you were locked in your own bedroom. The only thing you could hear was the occasional scoffs from your uptight guard, that was until a series of shouting, screaming and grunting bleed clearly through the thick walls of your confinement.
A man cussed your father’s men, venom in his tongue as he demanded to be set free. The struggle was loud, your dad’s stern voice was also present, something about “just give me what I need and you’ll be alright” was said.
You got an idea. Your dad’s rough ways were never a secret; plenty of cuestionable tactics were always used to get what he wanted.
The Cameron boy had made the wrong move on your father’s eyes and you were truly sorry for him.
(…)
“Rafe” you were soft spoken, tone as soothing as it could possible be. “Psst, Rafe” You leaned closer to the air vent.
You were seated on the wooden floor, palms to the ground. “The fuck” You heard a distant grunt.
You called out again for him, this time a little bit louder. The Cameron boy said your name in a confused tone. “Yes! Oh god, I’m glad you’re alive”
A chuckle, a humorless chuckle was all you received from the dirty blond. “Yeah, not for long”
You shushed him, one hand on your chest. “Don’t say that!”
He scoffed at that, clearly unimpressed by your words. “What the hell happened? Why are you locked? What did you- I mean” you stumbled upon your words, anxiety present.
“Your dad is insane” He interrupted. You stayed silent at that. “Shit!” A loud bang resonated through your ears, the blond getting clearly desperate.
“He thinks I have some stupid diary that’ll take him to where the ‘city of gold’ is” The last part was said with aggressive mockery. He was certainly incredulous to Singh’s fixations.
“For god 's sake. He will surely do anything for that gold.” You shook your head in disapproval.
“No shit, now I’m gonna end three feet under ground” Bitterness was in his tone, you could sense it. That made you squeeze your brows together.
“We’ll find a way to get you out of here.” You didn’t know why you said that. You barely knew Rafe or his situation, still, you felt every single word with your bones.
(…)
The moon’s light was the only thing that kept you from tripping on the dark hallway. Every step you took made your heart beat faster, you couldn’t help it. Nervousness consuming you.
The floor finally stopped creaking once you reached the black door. Your fingers trembled as you looked for the keys on your nightdress pocket.
You cringed at the sound of the door unlocking. A deep breath was all you took as you carefully pushed the piece of wood.
You were barely inside the room when you felt a big force pushing you against the wall.
A pained moan escaped your lips as your back made an ugly sound at the impact.
You gasped when a huge palm reached for your throat. A hard squeeze was given, making you pull at the rough fingers that kept you enclosed.
“Ra-Rafe” your voice was airy and frail, almost like a dying whisper. The hand only pressed harder, you felt the oxygen leaving your lungs for a painful moment.
“Rafe” you pleaded again, this time gripping him harder.
“What are you doing here?” You inhaled with difficulty feeling suffocated both by the guy’s grasp and his now noticeable proximity.
Rafe stood centimeters away from you, his warm breath and strong cologne intoxicating the little air you were allowed to breathe.
The same free hand which closed the door was now circling your wrist. He leaned closer, strong build immobilizing your much smaller body.
“I- I just wanted to see how-how you were” Your eyes were starting to get teary. His only response was groan, followed by a light shake to your neck.
Your gasps were now weaker. “Please Rafe” You barely managed to let that out, still it seemed to work. The Cameron boy lightened his grasp, allowing the air to reach you.
You coughed uncontrollably, instinctively putting your hand on the boy’s hardened chest as a way of support.
He didn’t let you out completely, still cornering you with his whole weight. “I asked you a question” He spat in your face, no real sensibility for your clear pain.
“I told you. I-I want to help you” you voice wobbled as your eyes looked at his. The moonlight suddenly creeped on Rafe’s face, allowing you to look at his hardened features.
“Tch” He let out nonchalantly as he looked the other way, jaw tensing more. “You think I believe that line of shit? About how you’re on my side?” He let out all the air on his lungs, a mean grin on his lips.
“I promise you-” He stopped you right away, getting his chest out as he pushed you once again against the brick surface.
“Are you even his daughter?” His eyes roamed free on your frame, shamelessly scanning you.
You felt an inexplicable heat under your skin. “Yes, I am” you looked up at him with big scared eyes.
“Bullshit. You’re probably just a part of his fucked up plan” His body’s heat left you with abruptness as he pulled away, leaving you completely still.
He walked back, slow moves as he intensely stared at you. “Well. Flash news, sweetheart. I have no fucking idea where the diary is” He pressed his hands onto fists, tension clear.
“So you can tell Mr. Singh he’s made a big fucking mistake.”
Your breathing was starting to speed up. “Raf-”
“Shut up!”
You called out for him again, closing your eyes in fear as you remembered your time was limited.
“Please, don’t scream” Tears started falling down your cheeks as you hid in yourself.
“They’ll hear us” You pleaded. Rafe looked confused at that. “Drop the act” He demanded in an unsure tone.
“Please, you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” You hear footsteps. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow in angered doubt.
“You’ve got to trust me” You whispered his way, looking like a shy deer.
“This won’t work with-” He spoke without a single care, clenching his teeth while he let out the harsh words.
You rushed by his side, hanging by his forearms as you put a soft hand over his mouth.
Hot liquid was still pouring down your face as the house guards approached the second floor.
You squealed in anxiety as you heard Victor leaning against the entrance.
Rafe could feel you trembling like a scared mouse. His muscles relaxed at your sudden distress, a new sense of worried curiosity installing deep in his mind.
“Shit, calm down” He whispered back, given your altered state. “They cannot hear us. I’m sure” You couldn’t stop staring back, focused on the door. Prepared for the worst if anyone found out you were hidden in the guest’s room.
“Hey” Rafe reached out for your chin in a more delicate way. “Hey. Look at me” The change of emotions was insane.
Your despair felt pretty real as you stared right into his eyes. “You need to relax” He said slowly after he heard you cry out at a sudden noise coming from the hall.
You breathed deeply, focused on the blue irises in front of you. “How did you get in?”
“Midnight break” You spoke in a constricted voice.
“And when is their next break?” He shook you in his arms, trying to get a clearer response out of you.
“Early in the morning, they go to the bathroom” Your mind was less foggy than before.
“You’ll get out then”
“Rafe, I’m so sorry. I had no idea my father was going to do this. I was not trying to lure you in or-or-“ You broke a bit down again, leaning into his arms as you looked for forgiveness.
The blond shushed you in a soft way.
He found himself to be conflicted, pretty amused by the way you cried into his arms as you looked for some kind of comfort, acting like he didn't almost choke you to death some minutes before.
Maybe you were on his side after all.
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allherfuckingtears · 1 year
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Got a secret, can you keep it?
Summary: Certain news leave you devastated as you walk into the hands of your not so gentle husband.
Characters: dark!Steve Rogers x wife!reader
Warnings: non/dubcon elements, allusion to sexual content, violence, (forced) pregnancy, power imbalance, dark elements
This story contains dark elements, be aware. 18+
Note: Just a little something for @cockslutpadalecki 15 sentence challenge. Haven't written anything in a long time, so bare with me.
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Soft snowflakes dance down the sky, landing on three inch blankets of snow covering once pristine green gras. The suns shines proudly, making the snow glisten like the 24-carat diamond resting heavy on your ring finger. But even the beautiful scenery doesn't reach you. A picture that once would have made you smile like a child on Christmas, now only suffocates you further. Fingers play with the tiny charm on your necklace, a nervous habit picked up when you were younger, as you stare out of the window of your prison, trying desperately to keep the tears and screams inside as the two blue lines mock you. 
You refuse to accept your fate. It can't be true. Not again. 
Tiny hands grab onto your forearm. "Mommy, Mommy", the voice startles you. "What is that?", curious fingers fish for the plastic stick sitting next to you. 
"Nothing, Jay", you push the test out of his reach, as it disappears in your back pocket. "Don't worry about it, baby." 
"Mommy, you've been crying! Why have you been crying?"
"What…" Your fingers meet wet cheeks. - You have been crying. "No, no", you stumble on your words, desperately wiping your face. "I'm okay"
"But you… you've been crying!" The blue eyes looking down at you start to glisten as James' voice turns shrill. 
Panic rises as you desperately try to placate the little human in front of you. You sush him as you pull him down on the floor and into your lap, "Mommy's fine - see", you force a smile on your lips. "Everything's fine, baby. It's okay", you whisper into his hair as tiny arms wrap around your throat. "Have you seen the snow? It's crazy, look", you turn him towards the window. 
"So pretty…" he mumbles, eyes gleaming. "Maybe we can go out and play?" Excitement rises and he's out of your arms and in front of the window before you can even blink. "Please, Mommy!"
"Sure, Jay. But you'll have to wear something warm, okay? It's very cold outside" Standing up you brace yourself on the wall as your head spins.
"Not Jay, Mommy. James. Daddy doesn't like it", he scolds you, voice serious.
A shudder crawls down your spine at the mention of his father. You swallow as you look at the blonde toddler, his spitting image. "Daddy, doesn't have to know".
"Daddy doesn't have to know what?", a deep voice echoes. You jump turning around, heart beating as Steve stands in the doorway. 
"Daddy!", the little boy in front of you squeals, running into the arms of his father. Steve scoops him up off the floor as his cold eyes meet yours. You gulp. 
"Steve…", the whisper escapes you before you can think of what you actually want to say. He's not supposed to be here. Not for the next four hours. Bile rises in the back of your throat as the plastic stick stabs you in your lower back. You're going to vomit, you're sure of it. He looks at you expectantly, gaze turning sterner when you don't move. When you don't greet him like he trained you to. 
"Y/N", his voice snaps, jaw ticking. "Now." 
But you can't. You can't. If you go to him now, if you give him the kiss he wants from you, he'll feel it. He'll feel the test. He'll know and there will be nothing you can do about it. No escaping your fate. Just like the last two times. You know you're done for when he lowers Jay on the ground, gaze still on you. 
"Go, check on your brother, James." He dismisses the boy. Jay looks at you before turning and running through the door. Leaving you alone. To unknowingly suffer at the hand of his father. 
"Kneel", the command comes as soon as his son is out of sight. "Before I fucking make you." You know you have no choice. If you don't do as he says, then he'll make you. This way, you might at least get a chance to hide the doom lingering in the back of your pocket once you inevitably have to ready yourself for your punishment. 
"Steve, please…", you plead as your knees hit the floor. You resume the familiar position, eyes down, palms up. You know exactly what to do. At this point it's basic instinct, a second nature forced onto you for the last four years. A barely audible whisper leaves your lips, a final entreaty before you inescapably have to give into his perverse fantasies, "Please… I'm sorry".
Colds hands find your chin, making you look at him. His thumb catches on your lip, pushing into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, tongue swirling around the digit. Eyes pleading with him. His thumb presses on your tongue before he releases it with a loud pop. "Go on, baby. You know it's more fun for me when you beg."
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groguspicklejar · 1 month
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honestly, i've never seen a more conflicting or infuritating group of fans like the Call Of Duty fandom.
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harryspet · 2 years
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the alpha’s trophy | s.rogers
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[Warnings] dark!alpha!steve rogers x reader, omega!innocent!reader, reader is the last omega, military!steve to the max, non-werewolf a/b/o dynamics, kidnapping, praise kink, agegap, size difference/size kink, spanking, oral sex (female recieving), forced orgasms, omega heat, domestic!steve, my attempt at politics
A/N: This probably should’ve been two parts but oh well! (model is @enchated_noir)
In which you’re the last Omega and Steve’s the most influential Alpha in the country.
word count: 9k 
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Your bare feet padded against the wooden floor of Bruce Banner’s downstairs hallway. It was past your bedtime, a strict nine-thirty, but some nights you got curious what the bumbling man got up to at night. His office was on the first floor of his brownstone, with double doors leading to a spacious but paperwork covered room. You made sure to tip toe as you peaked inside, thankful that he was probably too much in a hurry to make sure it was closed. 
Blue holograms surrounded the room, each one representing a living person and almost each you now recognized. When you first met Bruce, you hadn’t realized just how famous he was and it was too late to be cautious of his sad and volatile past. He’d moved past it, he explained to you, and he was gonna help you control your inconvenient gene as well. That’s what the medicine was for. 
Apparently, you had your own inner demon to fight off, “Bruce, all your leads seem to be coming up empty,” That voice was James Rhodes, the Iron Patriot, Tony Stark’s former right hand man, “I’ve spent the last two months combing through mountains in Veracruz using the device and absolutely nothing. Before that, Washington, Montreal, and Savannah. I spent half a year in Cork and never got close to an alert. You’ve been around the world yourself and you still have faith in this thing?”
Bruce always seems grumpy on the mornings after these meetings. He was always the smartest in the room and people could treat him sometimes like he wasn’t, “We have DNA collected from some of the last Omegas that ever existed and we have DNA from perhaps the strongest Alpha in the world. It’s in their chemistry for Alpha’s to find Omega’s and the device is able to completely, although artificially, utilize that ability. It’s a science. A science I have mastered. The problem isn’t with the device.”
“Then what is the problem, Bruce?” Bucky Barnes, you recognized that voice too. He’s the one who gives Bruce the most headaches. You could also recognize him by the energy he gave off, energy you could feel even through the hologram. 
“The problem is simply that this crisis is worse than we feared. We haven’t come across an Omega yet because there are most likely less than ten of them left on this entire planet. If that.”
You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips and Bruce turned around, meeting your eyes for a second before pretending that he hadn’t noticed you. He didn’t want them to know you were there for some reason. 
“He won’t take that as an answer,” Bucky responded and you leaned in closer, gently placing your hand on the knob. You knew Bruce would be angry but you cared more for hearing the rest of the conversation, “If there is even one left, he wants them, and he won’t stop searching. Even if it is a one in a seven billion chance, Dr. Banner.”
Bruce leaned against his desk, his arms crossed in front of him as he blew out a sigh, “There’s always an evolutionary reason for things like this. They weren’t snapped away, they slowly stopped being born and they died out. Tell Steve this or not, I don’t care, but it seems the universe is telling us to move on. Alphas will mate with Betas and Betas will mate with those who are not ranked. The world goes on.”
“Bruce-”
Bruce interrupts Rhodes, “Hey, maybe ask Captain Marvel if she’ll fly you an alien omega from another planet,”  The scientist didn’t let the two men get anything out before pressing a button on his computer that ended the call. 
You took a step back, wondering if you could make a dash upstairs and avoid his wrath, “Don’t,” You heard his voice on the other side of the door before one of the double doors swung open. 
You took a breath, “Hi,” You whispered. 
“Hi,” Bruce seemed to smile even though he really didn’t want to. He looked down at your small figure, deciding that, like usual, he just couldn’t get truly angry at you. Although he was a Beta and completely outranked you, he never treated you that way, “I thought you were fast asleep.”
“I was…” You tiptoed around the truth. “I couldn’t sleep and … you never talk much about the stuff you do.”
“You’re curious,” Bruce placed his hand on your shoulders, a comforting and warm feeling flowed through, as he slowly turned you in the direction of the kitchen, “I suppose I can’t blame you for that. You know what always helps me sleep?”
You perked up, looking over your shoulder at him, “Milk and cookies?”
“Milk and cookies,” He nodded in agreement, leading you into the small kitchen. All the appliances were on one side, a wooden dining table on the other, with a view of Bruce’s tiny yard. There was a small garden outside though all the plants were dead since Bruce was often too busy and not home enough. You wished you could tend to it but you weren’t allowed outside. 
You watched as he retrieved the store-bought cookies from the freezer and you helped him separate them on the pan, “I assume you heard a lot of my conversation.”
“A little,” You shrugged.
“Y/N,” He warned, “C’mon, what are you thinking?”
“That I’ve never …met an Alpha before,” You spoke honestly.
“Well, they’re getting rare these days as well. I suppose that’s a good thing that there’s less ego. If you’re lucky, you’ll never meet one.”
You nodded although you still had questions, “But why exactly can’t I meet one?”
Bruce was quiet for a moment, like he suddenly realized how delicate this topic was, “Alphas and Omegas are a natural pair but Omegas are outnumbered. Too outnumbered.”
“You said that there are probably less than ten of us,” You remembered, “Did you mean that?”
“Yes,” Bruce spoked quickly, “But it’s an estimate. It’s been thirty years since anyone has seen a living Omega.”
“But I’m not the last one, right?” You asked, “You could find another? Why don’t you use me to help? I could help.”
“Y/N,” Bruce said, snapping you from your delusions, “It’s a miracle I found you. A complete miracle. And I promised your Grandmother that I wouldn’t experiment on you, that’s the last thing that she wanted. In the wrong person’s hands, that’s exactly what you’d be. She wanted you protected.”
You weren’t sure exactly how you should feel. You had no idea you could be more isolated. It was all you had known. You spent the first eighteen years of your life with Nana and then the next three with Bruce. You’d never gone to a real school or had real friends and yet this was the first time you were truly alone. You were one of the last ones left. There was no one out there to truly understand you. 
The two of you sat at the dining table after the cookies cooled off, your legs tucked beneath you, as you leaned over your plate, “Why do you lie to your friends on the blue computer things?”
“I used to call a lot of people my friends. Now things are different and I just don’t agree with the things they stand for anymore.”
“So why do you talk to them?”
“They’re connected to an important person. I can’t really afford to be on their bad side.”
“The man who’s looking for someone like me?” You pressed further.
Bruce hadn’t realized you comprehended so much and he noted that he would have to start taking his meetings elsewhere. Bruce dipped his last cookie in his glass, eating the whole thing in one bite before dusting off his hands, “I think that’s enough for tonight. You won’t be able to sleep with so much on your mind.”
“There’s already so much to think about,” You whined, “I can handle it, I promise. Besides, who am I gonna talk to about it?”
“That’s enough for tonight,” Bruce spoke firmly, “We both could use some rest.”
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Once you found sleep it was relatively peaceful but you were jolted awake by your blanket being ripped from on top of you. You didn’t realize your heart could beat so fast and you were immediately angry at Bruce who had scared you within an inch of your life, “Get up,” He spoke aggressively, “Put your things in this. Pack only the things you need.”
He tossed you a black backpack that you had a feeling would not fit enough of your precious knick knacks that you’d acquired over the past few years. You threw your legs over the side of the bed, “W-What’s wrong?” You asked as he made his way to the door, “Bruce!”
“We’ve been here too long, Y/N,” He ran his fingers through his hair, his voice losing breath, “I’m taking you somewhere safe. I-It’s, uhm, everything’s fine. Just pack up and come downstairs.”
You did as he said, grabbing a maroon sweater to drape over your nightgown before grabbing more clothing items to put in the bag. You decided on one stuffed animal, a squishy version of a panda bear, before grabbing a few toiletries from your bathroom including your white pills. 
You slipped on a pair of black boots, strapped on the backpack, and hurried your way down the stairs. This moment felt exactly how it did when your Nana’s heart gave out and Bruce was whisking you away to a land you’d never been before. 
“Bruce, I’m ready,” You hurried to the bottom of the stairs only to see a gun being pointed at the side of Bruce’s head. The man holding the gun was dressed in black, an arrow strapped to his back, and intricate tattoos decorating his arm. There was another man with dark skin who’s determined look seemed to be replaced by a dropped jaw at the sight of me, “Bruce.”
“God almighty,” The man with the gun spoke, taking me in. Bruce gave you a panicked look and for the first time it seemed like he didn’t have a plan. You did the only thing you could think to do. You turned on your heel and ran back up the stairs, “Go, Sam.”
You made it back to your bedroom, locking it behind you as you ran to your window. There was a pounding at the door but it wasn’t louder than the pounding in your ears. You manage to get it open before your door is completely broken down. You were halfway onto the landing before you were wrapped in strong arms and yanked back inside. You dug your nails into the man until he groaned in pain but he never let you go.
As your hands desperately grabbed at the stair railing, you heard a deafening sound from too close nearby. Sam hurried down the stairs with you in his arms and he finally let you go when he reached the bottom, “W-What did you do?” You scrambled to your feet, looking over the couch to see Bruce on the floor, the carpet around his head soaking with blood.
“Resisting arrest by a government official,” The man declared and you felt your knees give out beneath you.
“She doesn’t smell like one, Clint,” Sam commented. 
“He’s probably been feeding her suppressants. Makes sense why we haven’t had a lead in years,” They spoke about you like you were an object and perhaps that’s what you were, “Cuff her, let’s go.”
You didn’t resist as your arms were pulled behind your back and a black sack was hauled over your head. It’s like your body wanted to shut down, to free you from the terror in your mind, and you could barely feel a thing as you were led outside. It was the first time you’d truly been outside for years and you couldn’t even feel the sun on your skin. 
You could hear the roaring sound of a large engine and you were lifted inside before a door was slammed shut. You couldn’t tell if you were alive. You told yourself to breathe but breathing led to hyperventilating. There was not enough air in your lungs nor inside the hood over your head and the oxygen ran out soon and your thoughts trailed off to nowhere. 
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Steve and Bucky sat side by side in the back of the armored vehicle. Fort Lehigh was their destination, newly revamped in Steve’s honor and now the largest army base in the country. Bucky handed Steve a phone displaying a live feed of your room. 
His first impression of you was how small you were and how you looked even smaller due to the fact that you were curled up tightly in a ball. The bed wasn’t small and you didn’t seem to lack any blankets, you were just seeking comfort within your own skin. 
“How long has she been off the suppressants?” Steve asked, concern laced in his tone that he would only show to his closest friend. 
“Almost 72 hours,” Bucky answered.
“And no one has been allowed near her?”
“No, only the unranked, just like you asked. I doubt anyone will make a move against you, they know where your eyes are set.”
“Still, it’ll be hard for any Alpha to resist her when she fully presents as an Omega. I need to make an offer to Capitol Hill.”
After Tony Stark’s death and Thanos’s defeat, Steve became even more of a symbol. Now, he was the highest ranking American soldier and had more political influence than any politician, “They’ll be touted as heroes for giving the last Omega to their most respected soldier.”
“But they’ll still want something to line their pockets,” Steve said, looking down at the small screen. You still hadn’t moved and Steve wondered how much they scared you during the retrieval. Steve cleared his throat, handing the phone back over. The car was getting closer to the center of the base and he’d be face to face with you soon. He adjusted the front of his suit, a darker version of the usual red, white and blue, “Whatever they ask, make sure they get it.”
“Aye, aye.”
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The room barely had any blankets or pillows. One pillow and one blanket. You were completely freezing and all you wanted to do was be under a mountain of blankets and stuffed animals. There were no stuffed animals either and you’d probably never see your old ones again. And fuzzy socks. No fuzzy socks. This place was a complete prison. 
In a panic you rearranged the room, moving the mattress beneath the bed and laying the blanket on top to create a tent. They never turned the lights off here either so the time of day was lost on you. 
The door to your cell creaked open and you assumed someone was here to drop off food but an extremely deep voice said your name. The name vibrated through you, widening your eyes, and raising every hair on your body. It felt as if you were hearing it for the first time. 
You didn’t move but the door closed and the footsteps became louder. His smell enveloped the room, warm and woodsy, like tobacco leaf and vanilla. You completely felt him before you saw him. You could picture him as everything about him had already invaded your every sense. 
He kneeled down, lifting the blanket that was shielding you in your tent. It was like a scary movie, the murderous villain finally shows him face, only to be extremely handsome. You were still frightened nonetheless. He scanned you fully examining you like one of his missions.  
Steve Rogers. 
You were surprised when he let the blanket fall and let you be enveloped by darkness once again. His footsteps faded and the cell door opened, “She needs blankets. Soft things. Find whatever you can. And kill the lights at night, no one can sleep that way. Understand?”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
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Steve was right. You weren’t tucked away under the bed anymore, you were gathering everything soft they’d given you and creating an intricate nest on the floor. Every pillow was arranged perfectly, contorting to the shape of your body as you finally slept peacefully.
“These young kids have never even seen a young Omega in their lifetime. I didn’t realize they’d have no idea how to care for one,” Steve stood beside Bucky, watching you through the two way mirror. 
“It’s a shame,” Bucky shook his head, “I remember when we were younger and we thought you’d turn out to be an Omega.”
Steve smiled, “I proved myself, didn’t I?”
“You sure did,” Bucky nodded, “She could turn out to be something great too. A symbol, I mean. People think the reason we lost so many Omegas is because of how corrupt our society has become. You two … you could represent a transition back to good, American values.”
Steve couldn’t even admit how much the idea of that excited him, “I’ve let you hang around too many politicians.”
“I’m Mr. America, Cap’s Best Friend. Don’t forget that,” Bucky nudged him, “What’s stopping you from just taking her and running?”
“I’m gonna do this right,” Steve responded, “And the suppressants haven’t worn off, I want to be absolutely certain of what she is. Besides that, I’m making other preparations. Everything will eventually go public and people will either want to sell her or experiment on her. I need a safehouse, one much better than Banner’s.”
“What was he thinking?” Bucky asked in disbelief. He was the one who spotted you during the meeting. You were the eyes peeking through the door of Banner’s office.
Steve knew exactly what happened, “He was still trying to be the good guy.” Years ago, he would’ve done the same. 
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The next time Steve visited your room, you were less on edge but your body was starting to drive you crazy. You had random crying fits even when you weren’t sad and moments where it felt like your blood was on fire. The only thing that soothed you was your pile of soft things. 
He leaned against the wall, arms folded in front of him, like a guard, “You had him killed.”
Steve shook his head, “No,” He also didn’t send Clint and Sam there with orders to take him peacefully, “But I’m sorry for your loss.”
You didn’t believe him, that was clear, “He was your friend before he knew me.”
“When you get older, you’ll understand friends often grow apart,” That was something Bruce would’ve said to you. 
“And I guess I’ll make friends one day from inside the box I’m forced to live in,” You responded, playing with the fringe on a teal blanket.
“You won’t feel trapped for long.”
Next he was gonna say you’ll have plenty of space to roam, like you were an animal, “You’re the man who was looking for someone like me?”
“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” You sucked in a breath, “And as my luck would have it, you’re here.”
“What do you want to use me for?”
The captain’s eyes seemed to narrow on you, “What do you think I would like to use you for?”
He was toying with you and you wished you weren’t in such a low position compared to him, “Bruce said bad people would want to experiment on me. He said I was one of the last ones.”
“You are the last Omega, honey,” Steve pushed away from the wall, stalking closer, “And just like Bruce, I don’t want you to be an experiment either.”
“But … you won’t give me my pills.”
“Those pills repress the most special part of you. That’s the part I’m interested in,” Steve crouched down, getting closer to eye level with you, “You don’t know much about yourself, do you?”
You glared at him, and you were angered at what he seemed to be implying. Yes, you were younger and less experienced but you were not stupid. Anger was soon replaced by a new feeling as his eyes settled on your lips. You stood up from the mattress, crossing the room to create more distance.
“What if I don’t want to go with you?”
Steve hung his head for a moment and you could tell that was not the reaction he wanted. He stood next, and you realized just how much bigger he was than you. You were a third of him, his shadow immediately draping over you, a wall of muscle you could barely see past.
“I know that coming off the suppressants is making you feel weird . . . emotional, even, but it’ll pass. You’ll feel normal-”
“I-I’m emotional because you . . . y-you killed my friend and I’m stuck here!” You were surprised you raised your voice but you needed him to hear you. Your voice was smaller than his and your voiced seemed to bounce right off of him and crumble to the floor. Still, your frustrations flowed out, “I don’t know you, I don’t know where I am, and everything here tastes like … l-like cardboard! None of my clothes are here, my panda is gone, and there’s no bad reality television to watch!” 
Steve smiled, “Keep going, sweetheart.”
You had the urge to scream but you clenched your fist instead. Steve watched as you began to pace, “This is what I was warned about. Those pills keep me from being w-weak . . . a-and crazy and I’m not supposed to be like this,” Tears stung your eyes before they fell down your cheeks, “I'm not supposed to be here with you.”
“Come here, Y/N,” Your body went rigid as his voice shivered through you. You looked up at him in shock as it wasn’t you who was in control of your movements, “Come closer.”
He’d changed his voice, it had the same deepness but it was now dripping in influence. Control. 
A test. 
You tried to shake your head but couldn’t. You were still upset, your throat still tight from the crying, and you felt the lack of control was gonna make your mood worsen. 
“Y/N,” He tried again and you actively fought it. 
“No,” You struggled to say, your voice a whimper, “Please.” 
Now, you were desperate. Steve liked that word on your lips and he liked those tear stained cheeks more than he’d probably admit. 
“Come,” He ordered again and your body moved towards its Master, “That’s it, good Omega. Good girl.”
Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him and your head rested on his chest. A switch flipped inside you as you were enveloped in his warmth and a part of you seemed to roar awake as his large hands pet the curls atop your head. Your worries faded, your heartbeat evened out, and the flame beneath your skin was extinguished. 
It was euphoric. 
Steve went into the ice unmated, and once he awoke, all the Omegas were gone. Something shifted within him as well and even he marveled at how quickly nature took its course. The sound of his voice was enough to quell your tantrum. All you needed was to be reminded of your place. You’d have him to guide you and to protect you. Steve would make sure you wanted for nothing. 
When you pulled away from his embrace, your hands roamed cautiously over his uniform, feeling every divet and wanting desperately to feel his skin. Your smaller hand grabbed his, your doe eyes staring up at him. What were the chances that the last Omega in the world would be this beautiful?
Steve was curious about your next movements as you led him over to your makeshift bed. You pointed down to the bed, expecting him to understand but he was left guessing, “You want me to lie down, honey?”
You nodded, the relaxed daze you were in had left you speechless. Steve did as you wanted, wondering how it was that he was taking the orders now. Normal, non-hypnotized you, would’ve found it funny watching the monster of a man lay there on a twin sized mattress. Now, all you wanted was to be protected in his embrace. You kept your hand in his, laying down right next to him. 
Next, you closed your eyes and found the coziest dreamland. 
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Two days later, the scientists on the base declared that it was likely that the suppressants were no longer in your system. You were at your most natural state but it couldn’t feel much more foreign than it did. Steve was wrong, the emotional fits continued but now it was due to the fact that he’d left you alone, clinging to a pillow that still smelt like him. You missed him and hated that you missed him. 
That morning, your breakfast arrived as well as a stack of folded clothes. You knew it was a sign that you were leaving the room but that brought new fears you hadn’t even considered. You were trading this prison for another but there had to be some way out. Steve couldn’t possibly have everything figured out. But what if he did? And he’d overpower you easily so what was there left to do.
You were beginning to think it might be better to be a science experiment rather than his puppet. 
The clothing provided was a pink, floral, knee-length dress and a clean pair of white sneakers. Undergarments were provided, of course, but you wondered if Steve had a hand in picking those. Before you could stop yourself, you brought the dress to your nose, needing to know if he had touched them. 
You sensed no trace of him and immediately felt embarrassed that you desired him. That emotion turned to anger and you decided that you wanted to stay a little longer in the white box. You tossed the clothes to the side, focusing on fueling yourself instead. When your food was done, you stared at the two way mirror, a scowl on your face, and you hoped Steve was on the other side. 
The door opened again thirty minutes later and you were fully prepared for Steve but a woman entered instead, unranked, and dressed like a lawyer. She smiled at you, her dark hair tucked neatly in a bun behind her hair, as she closed the door behind her, “Y/N, I’m Maria Hill, It’s nice to meet you.”
You scanned her over, unable to even truly imagine how disheveled you must look in comparison to her. She glances quickly over to the clothes that are tossed to the side of the room. “Where’s Steve?”
“He’s going to meet us at our next location but don’t even worry about him, think of me as your advocate. I’m going to explain all the legal jargon so it’s not-”
“Legal?” Your eyebrows raised, “Where are we going?”
“Washington, D.C.,” She said, “A senate subcommittee meeting is being held concerning your … well-being.”
You shook your head, “I don’t understand. W-Why does the Senate care about me? Do lots of people know about me? How many?”
“As of this morning, the world knows,” She spoke, although her eyes said that she knew she was delivering devastating news, “Our government has a duty to protect you, Y/N. They’re deciding the next steps they need to make in order to ensure your safety.”
“I’m safe here,” You rushed out, panic beginning to set in, “Just let me stay here. I-I don’t want to go anywhere else.”
“Listen, I know this is frightening but this is your chance to ensure your own freedom,” That snapped you from the fog of anxiety, “You can show them who you are, that you’re your own person with feelings and needs. You can say whatever you want to them. This isn’t the 50’s anymore, the only thing they want to force you to do is to stay alive.”
You swallowed. 
You weren’t even sure who you were and you weren't even sure you could even think of words to describe yourself that didn’t seem juvenile. Steve had the upper hand in that arena as well. You didn’t know him well but you could tell he was sure of himself. 
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You stayed close to Maria the entire time, during the helicopter ride and the car ride to the Capital. As you got closer, you saw thousands of people lined up on the street just to see the line of black limos pass by. There was no hiding it, the world knew your name and there was no hiding your scent. 
A group of eight Secret Service agents surrounded you the entire time, up the white steps and into the prestigious building. You couldn’t see much past them. You could only hear the roar of a crowd and the snapping of pictures. 
Once you were inside, the agents parted only to let someone into you and Maria’s bubble. You hadn’t seen Steve since you’d cuddle up to him in bed and you didn't realize you’d feel the same euphoria as before just by being a foot away from him. You kept your hands to your side, resisting any desire to reach out and grab him, “You look beautiful, sweetheart,'' was the first thing he said. You could say the same as he was dressed in a fancy black suit, his lapel decorated with several different medals of honor. 
Your lips parted although no words left them. That made him smirk. 
“You’re not nervous, are you?”
You shook your head quickly.
“Good,” He stated, “There’s no need to be nervous when I’ll be there, understand?”
You nodded, feeling like a puppet.
“Tell me you understand, honey.”
“I . . . I understand,” You found your voice and you gave Maria a suspecting look which Steve seemed to notice.
“Is that all, Captain?” Maria asked, “The meeting is starting soon.”
“Yes,” He leaned down to whisper in your ear in that life-shaking, influencing tone, “You’re mine.” 
The pictures didn’t stop even as you entered the meeting room. The room was huge with wood walls and expensive looking golden fixtures everywhere. The group of 12 senators sat in a half circle behind a curved wooden desk, elevated a few feet from the crowd. You walked with Maria past several rows of pews filled with people. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to sit, leaving reporters and photographers standing on the sides of the room, snapping pictures, and calling out your name in order to get your take on the situation. 
The room felt airless and it made it even worse that you felt you were moving in quicksand. Maria was keeping you upright, tethering you to the planet you mentally felt so far away from, leading you to the second table placed in front of the congress members. When you sat beside her, you wanted to stop yourself from looking behind you but you couldn’t help herself. Like you expected, everyone’s attention was locked on you. From all angles, there was no way you could escape it. 
Your eyes met Steve’s who was sitting in the adjacent table to yours, right next to Bucky Barnes. You realized that Steve was going to be a voice in this matter, most likely arguing against whatever you wanted for yourself.  
With your feet dangling above the group in the large chair, it was hard to think the two of you were on the same level.
The meeting had started but you felt outside your body and you realized you were only staring instead of listening. Everything seemed to get quiet and you were suddenly back in your body. You had no idea how long it had been since you sat down or why everyone seemed to be waiting. 
Maria squeezed your hand which was sweaty and resting on the table in front of you. She leaned over to say, “Senator Ochoa addressed you,” She gave you a reassuring smile, “She wants you to introduce yourself and talk about how you ended up here today. Just stand and share what you’re comfortable with.”
You didn’t know you’d have to stand to speak and you were almost considering falling over and faking a heart attack. Steadying yourself on shaking legs, you suddenly realized you had no idea who that senator was. You scanned their nameplates, your eyes landing on a brown skinned woman with straight white hair. 
You were suddenly aware it had been an uncomfortable amount of silence since someone last spoke. Still, you were getting up the courage, deciding to focus on the woman as a way to not focus on the hundred of people whose eyes were on you, “Hi … I’m Y/N … Y/L/N-” Already there were whispers and you looked down at Maria who was urging you to continue, “I-I didn’t know I was coming here today and I’ve . . . never even been in a room with more than 3 people until now. The past few days have probably been the worst of my life but . . . before that, I grew up with my grandmother. She protected me and she homeschool me for my entire life. When she died, Dr. Banner took me in-”
Everyone was in tune to every word you said, like your life was the most interesting thing in the world. Truthfully, your life still wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things and you disliked the seriousness people were now assigning it. 
“He kept me safe and loved me like his own. He was . . .” You held in your tears but your eyes still watered, “He was murdered by one of your government officials and now I’m here. That’s my life, Congresswoman.”
She addressed you again, “Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. We’re all aware this environment is abnormal for you, that’s why we had Agent Hill help represent you today. Please feel free to ask questions if you don’t understand something,” You nodded, “If I may continue, in the official report, it says that Dr. Banner pulled a knife on Agent Barton. You mentioned that he kept you safe. Would it be safe to say that he would kill for you?”
“I didn’t know him as a killer, and I was there, I know for a fact that he didn’t try to hurt Agent Barton. There was a gun pointed to his head-” You tried to control your tone, not wanting to come off as angry, although that was all you felt when you thought about how he died, “No, he wouldn’t have.”
Another Senator spoke up, “Miss Y/L/N, isn’t it true that Dr. Banner didn’t clue you in to much of his business? Did you know that he had sold the government fake tracking devices and was sending our agents on wild goose chases around the world?”
“Well …” You couldn’t lie, especially around this many people, “I didn’t know that exactly. I did know that Omegas were being searched for and that . . and that-”
“Did you or did you not know the device was fake, Miss Y/LN?”
You looked down at Maria and she simply told you to be honest, “No, I didn’t.”
You were asked a few more questions and the only thing the Senators seemed to learn was that you knew nothing at all. When it seemed they were getting nowhere with me, they moved to Steve, and many of the Senator’s eyes seemed to light up when the hundred year old man began to speak.
“The matter of today is not to determine the cause of Dr. Banner’s death nor is it meant to decide his intentions. Whether we believe he was right or wrong, the law was broken. It was established years ago, that any Omega must be turned over to authorities,” Steve was confident and precise, “Of course, we’ve never had to actually deal with that possible issue until now. There’s no point in wasting time. We’ll need a plan to keep Miss Y/L/N safe and then procedures in place in case another Omega is found. Miss Y/L/N’s surfacing gives hope for a promising future but we can’t deny that her presence will bring challenges.”
The conversation shifted to one that you no longer felt a part of. 
“What’s a sure way that an Omega remains protected?” One Senator asked. 
“A mate,” Another one answered. 
“Are you suggesting the government play matchmaker?” Senator Ochoa seemed to be one of the few not under Steve’s influence. 
“As Captain Rogers said before, Senator, a sole Omega will attract much unwanted attention. Having a mate, a physical bond, would provide the most protection,” You could feel Steve’s eyes on you although you couldn’t face him. You worried he’d gain the ability to control you with his eyes next.
You watched as a debate began between the Senators, some calling it blasphemous but too many suggestions involved sacrificing self interest for the greater good. You turned to Maria who seemed surprised by the direction of the conversation as well. She stood next and you mentally let out a breath of relief as you weren’t sure you could eloquently get your point across, “It must be her own choice of who her mate should be. Arranged matings are not the sort of precedent we want to set in this country.”
“I’m afraid this precedent has already been set, Agent Hill,” Senator Brinkley chimed in, “With the decline in new Omegas during the 60’s, arranged matings were very common and even arranged by local governments. I urge Miss Y/L/N to consider the incentives we’d be required to provide her for her trouble.”
“Her trouble? Money is not something that would compensate for any sort of emotional distress.”
“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Ranked humans are meant to have mates. Omegas are born to be paired with Alphas. It’s in all of our natures.”
You saw Maria running into a dead end and your anxiety grew worse, “I hadn’t realized this was an ambush. I am moving that we schedule another meeting a few days from now. That way we can have more time-”
“Time is of the essence, Agent Hill,” Steve interrupted. 
“Captain Rogers is correct,” Senator Neal, the subcommittee chairman, made his final declaration, “We can arrange another meeting soon but the problem at hand must have a solution for now. We simply cannot take the chance of losing our last Omega. For the time being, Miss Y/L/N will be turned over to Captain Steve Rogers. As our most decorated military member and one of our highest ranking Alphas, I believe she’ll be in great care.” 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” You heard Maria say before you tuned out the world around you. 
Being one of the few Omegas, you thought you might be treated as less than but until now you hadn’t realized how true that would be. It was stupid to let the crowds and reporters fool you. They were watching you like an animal in the zoo because that’s exactly what you were now. 
When you tuned in again, a calloused hand had wrapped around your tiny one and you were standing in front of a flock of reporters. You looked up at Steve and he had the same confidence and seriousness in his look as he spoke to them. He’d probably have no problem convincing the public that this was the right choice. 
You had to walk fast to keep up with him. Maria was gone, you weren’t sure when you had lost her, but now you were surrounded by even more people that you didn’t know. At some point you were sitting in a car listening to Steve talk on the phone to what sounded like a news outlet. Then at another point you were being pulled out of a car and lifted into strong arms. You supposed Steve had gotten tired of your short legs. 
It was loud on the asphalt, you heard the whirring sound of the engine as you were carried closer to it. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your head tilted into the side of his neck as you inhaled the most enticing scent, “The hard part is over, honey. You can relax now.” 
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You ran to what you hoped was the bathroom once you awoke and saw that you were on TV. Your eyes were closed as you wretched but you could still see a scared little girl standing shyly next to the strongest soldier in the world. Why did you let him whisk you away when you could’ve stood up for yourself? Why could you not think for yourself at all when you touched him? 
When you finished vomiting into the toilet, you made your way over to the sink, and you saw a figure standing behind you as your eyes first opened again, “Your toothbrush is in the first drawer to the right. All your things are on the right side, mine on the left. The closets are organized the same way.” You opened the door and surely there was a pink, electric toothbrush. 
You truly got a chance to look at the bathroom which had tall ceilings, a fancy shower, his and hers sinks, and the impossibly clean mirror in front of you, “I don’t have any clothes,” You countered, adding toothpaste to the tip.
“I had a few things brought from Banner’s house and I had more purchased for you.”
You shifted, not having expected he would go as far to get you clothes you’d actually be comfortable in. You didn’t let that ease you, your stomach still feeling unsettled as you began to brush your teeth. Steve’s eyes stayed on you, watching you as if you might dust away at any moment. 
“I know it was scary being seen by all those people,” Steve said, leaning in the bathroom doorway. He almost looked unfamiliar in a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, “You represent something good, that’s all, that’s why people care so much.”
You spit the contents in your mouth into the sink, wiping your mouth as you turn off the water, “You knew how it would affect me but you caused it. Maria said that yesterday–”
“Two days ago, you’ve been asleep for awhile,” He corrected you. Your brows furrowed and you finally noticed the clothes you were wearing. A men’s plaid button up that went all the way down to your knees. 
You couldn’t possibly have slept for two days, “You keep using your stupid Alpha voice on me and now I’m losing track of time. The last thing I remember was getting on the plane. I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Your eyes were wide, panic setting in again.
“Y/N, you fell asleep because your body was exhausted and my touch allows for it to relax. You’re not losing your mind, I promise, just learning more about yourself.”
It didn’t make sense. You had no idea that Alpha’s had that power over Omegas, “That doesn’t change what you did. Maria said that the meeting was an ambush. You planned it. You knew what decision they were going to make.”
“Yes,” Steve nodded, “I pushed them in the correct direction.”
You shook your head, “I’d rather be back in the white box than here with you. I’d rather even be where Bruce is now. I hope you know that. Whatever little voice you use, or whoever I turn into when you touch me, that’s not who I am. I hate you.”
You were surprised to see him falter, to see anger threaten to show on his features, and you realized the noble man wasn’t always so stoic. 
He straightened himself, his arms still crossed across his chest as he came closer, “I don’t need to use my voice to control you, Y/N. And my voice is not going to be the reason that you’ll do exactly as I say from now on. Would you rather my touch be unkind to you? I can bend you over my lap and show you how unkind I can be. Do you under-”
You caught him by surprise again as you made a break for it, running around him and through the master bedroom. He was stronger but you were much smaller. You couldn’t outrun him but you could exercise what little control you had left. 
With tears stinging your eyes, your bare feet padded down a long wooden hallway until arriving at a staircase. Steve wasn’t running but you could hear his heavy steps behind you. You felt you were running through a museum as you began to look around at the decor. You were surrounded by traditional fixtures, moody colors, and a whole lot of war memorabilia. 
At the end of the stairs, you saw the front door and ran to turn the knob though it did not budge. You looked through the sidelights, noting that the home you were in was in the middle of a cul de sac and you saw rows of identical looking houses all the way in the distance.
 “Y/N!” You kept moving. Steve sounded more annoyed than angry now as he followed you through the kitchen’s swinging doors. You stopped in your tracks, meeting eyes with three people, a woman who was cutting vegetables on a cutting board, a woman who was wiping down a dining table, and a young guy in overalls installing something near the back door.”
You felt Steve’s hand on your shoulder, “Sorry, guys. Y/N desperately wanted a tour. Y/N, this is our chef, Cynthia. Our housekeeper, Amy. And Andrew is taking care of some things around the house, helping us get settled in.”
It looked like he was installing a similar security device to the back door. 
It was your turn to say something as both Amy and Cynthia gave you warm smiles. The only thoughts crossing your mind pertained to Steve’s hands on your shoulder, “Will you both be having lunch in the dining room?” Cynthia asked.
“No, just have it sent up in about … an hour,” Steve responded, “Thank you.”
Steve was leading you out of the kitchen and, as soon as you were out of their sites, you were thrown over his shoulder. You expected a cool remark but Steve was quiet as he carried you back up to the room. 
He set you on your feet, only to keep his promise by bending you over his lap. He’d sat at the edge of the bed, pinning your arms to your side as he held your body as close as possible. He only had to lift the shirt a small bit to completely expose your body.
“Cynthia and Amy will help us for our first weeks together. Your first real heat will come soon and we’ll need to be together, they’ll be able to keep the house together,” You squirmed as his fingers caressed the back of your thighs, threatening to dip into the gap between your parted legs, “When your heat is much more managed, or when your belly wells up with my child, you’ll take on those duties of maintaining the house. A military base is not where I want us to live forever but it will do for the time being.”
He’d thought all of this over, most likely in great detail, he’d had a chance to process it and he expected that you’d do the same. Still, he gave you little time to panic over that impending doom as he began to lay hard slaps against the bare skin of your bottom. 
You screamed, thinking that maybe one of the people downstairs would come to your aid but your hopes weren’t high for long, “Please!” You begged, although you soon grew embarrassed by your own crying, letting the comforting muffle your voice. You didn’t want anyone to rescue you. You didn’t want anyone to know you’d been spanked like a disobedient child as an adult. 
“Tell me you’ll be good for me, baby.”
There was no Alpha voice and there was even a sweet mention of a pet name yet this was the most threatened you felt to obey. 
“Yes! O-Okay,” You stuttered, choking on a cough.
“Repeat it back to me, Y/N.”
“I’ll b-be good for you, S-Steve,” You could finally catch your breath when he stopped. When he stopped, you didn’t even move yourself, you didn’t even attempt to cover yourself. Steve was the one who lifted you, laying you gently at the edge of the bed with your bottom up.
You laid there motionless, hearing Steve walk away to the bathroom, but your eyes were fixed on the master bedroom door. This would be a bigger cage and you doubted that you wouldn’t feel trapped here like Steve had promised. 
The bed dipped beside you and you cringed and squirmed as you felt his hand on your bottom again. He shushed you, holding your upper arm to keep you in place as he lotioned a cool substance over the raw skin. 
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Steve wiped your tears, pushing the hair from your face in order to admire you more closely. You looked even more beautiful with your wet stained cheeks and he loved the way your eyelashes laid against your cheeks when your eyes were closed. 
“Please don’t do that again,” Steve heard you whisper. He grabbed your chin and your eyes fluttered open again. You looked at him in a way he hadn’t noticed before, like you were seeing him for the first time. 
Steve didn’t want to argue with you anymore, knowing he could get his point across more clearly with you when he was physical. He brought his lips toward your hesitant ones. Steve knew you wouldn’t pull away, your body wouldn’t let you run away from that sort of pleasure, and he deepened it further. 
This wasn’t his first kiss since the 40’s but it sure felt like something new. Steve held your hips and he could sense you get overwhelmed by your wandering hands. He wanted to feel all of you although he knew he’d have to avoid your bottom after his cruel handiwork. He caressed your back, your thighs, and made his way to the back of your neck. He held you in his strong grip, keeping your lips tight against his as he moved his against yours. 
His stubble brushed against your skin, tickling you as his lips moved to your neck. 
Steve kissed and sucked on your neck and moans and mewls fell from your lips. Steve could tell you were extra sensitive there and it sparked his curiosity. He made it his new mission to find the most sensitive parts of your body, the ones that made your body writhe with pleasure, and one day he’d torture you slowly by focusing on each one. 
Steve had to feel between your legs, had to taste and smell you. You were to be his mate, he was the only one to have you in this way, and he’d relish every moment of your first time. He teased your clit with his pointer finger. You closed your legs, an attempt to hide away but he was stronger, “Give yourself to me,” He rasped against your throat, “Or I’ll take it.”
You were already soaking the comforter and Steve heard your words becoming practically incoherent, “I … please … I …so-so … “
Steve pressed your front into the mattress, deciding to take his place behind you, his commanding hands lifting your hips into the air. Your ass was still sore and Steve could feel your fear that he would hurt you again but all you felt was the lips that were just on yours dipping between your legs. He lapped at you furiously, his tongue dipping inside you, licking up and down before it swirled around your sensitive bud.
You moaned into the comforter and Steve rubbed his hard member through his sweatpants. Normally, he might’ve kissed you longer, massaged you longer, or waited until you had a few more orgasms against his tongue but he had to be inside his little Omega. 
After he gave you your first orgasm, Steve revealed his cock, wasting no time sheathing himself inside of you. 
It felt right, although your body was so much smaller, it was the perfect fit. You’d never done this before but your body was ready, you accepted him with a little bit of easing, “There you go, honey, you’re doing so good,” Your head turned to the side, Steve watched your eyes roll back as he went deep inside of you. 
He slowly pressed your hips back down against the mattress, moving in and out of you with ease. He felt every time you tightened around his cock, your body releasing all the tension beneath your skin. Steve removed his t-shirt, beginning to break a sweat although he still had a lot left within him.
“Does that feel good, baby?” He asked, going harder. 
“Don’t stop,” Was your response which made him smile.
“Ask me politely,” Steve slowed his pace, teasing you.
“Please don’t stop,” You spoke quickly and he could tell you were close to convulsing again, “Please, Steve.”
“Good, Omega,” Steve went harder again, knowing you went crazy when he pulled himself all the way out and shoved himself deeper again, “Good girl.”
“Thank you,” You mewled, “I’m your good girl.”
It wasn’t long before your words coaxed him into his own orgasm. He felt his own sense of euphoria as he released inside you, feeling your warm walls around him until his body allowed him to relax. Steve laid beside your shaking body, caressing your back as he pressed his nose into your hair.
“I’m your good girl?” He heard you whisper and he now realized how much his words meant to you. You wanted his reassurance when you were within your most vulnerable state. He knew you were wrong before in saying this side of you was not the real you. 
“Yes,” Steve kissed your shoulder, “You’re my good little girl. Forever, honey.”
part two
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cherienymphe · 2 years
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Home Sweet Home (Homelander x Reader)
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WARNINGS: NON-CON, mentions of MURDER, violence, stalking, voyeurism, forced relationship
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summary: Having the attention of America’s greatest hero isn’t a dream come true. It’s a fucking nightmare.
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You locked your door with trembling hands, lips just as shaky as a shallow breath escaped you. You allowed your forehead to gently drop against the wood, struggling to swallow. As you closed your eyes, your fingers grazed over the lock, and you knew that wouldn’t keep him out, but you needed to pretend even if only just for a few moments.
After taking some minutes to collect yourself, you straightened and turned around. Your apartment was small, but personable. It was almost impressive what you’d managed to do with the small space you were given. Secondhand furniture, dishes you’d gotten from your grandma, and art you’d collected over the years hanging on the wall. It was nice, but…normal. It didn’t strike you as terribly special to look at.
Everything about your life was mundane.
Your apartment, your life…and you.
And that’s why you didn’t understand it one bit.
Agreeing to tag along with a friend to an event to meet The Supes turned out to be the biggest mistake of your life. You had always appreciated them for the good they did, but you hadn’t ever been anywhere as invested as your friend. But you were supportive, always had been, and had been all smiles as you stood to the side while she got her pictures and autographs.
Everyone else had been content with just your small waves and polite smiles even though The Deep’s eyes had lingered on you for longer than necessary before looking away with so much dismal it almost offended you. It was clear that you weren’t a fan fan, and everyone else had respected that…except for him.
His charming smile had seemed to fill your vision as he stepped closer, reaching out despite your protests and pulling you against his side as he signaled to some reporters to get pictures. You had tried to politely turn them, and him, down, but he’d insisted. You hadn’t been the most comfortable, but what could you do?
Homelander was just as imposing in person as he seemed on TV. His blond hair was perfect, eyes eerily too blue, and canines almost too sharp as he grinned. He seemed almost out of touch as he shushed your protests away and insisted how much you’d look back on this in fondness. You didn’t exactly agree, and his gentle hold on your arm didn’t do much to quell your nervousness about the strength that you knew was just below the surface.
One picture had been developed immediately, and he hadn’t hesitated to sign it. When he’d asked for your name, you’d paused. It was such an innocent question especially under the circumstances, but for some strange reason, as your gaze met his endless blue one, you didn’t want to give it to him. The feeling had struck you so deeply that you didn’t know how to respond, but then your friend had answered for you, and that was that.
The smile he threw her seemed way more genuine than the one he gave you, eyes holding yours for a moment longer before looking back down and signing your name.
“What’s the matter? Not a fan?”
His deep voice was unwavering, tone unreadable despite the smile on his face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he seemed almost…offended by the thought that you weren’t. You had given a small chuckle, shrug.
“No, yeah, I am,” you’d said with a polite smile. “I just… Not like her.”
You’d gestured to your friend, but Homelander hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. He handed you the picture, and you’d taken it, careful to avoid touching his hand for some reason. It was only when your friend called your name did you realize that throughout your entire interaction with the superhero, she’d made her way through the entire team and was waiting on you.
You had remembered feeling embarrassed, quickly saying your goodbyes before walking away. She’d gushed about it all the entire ride home, an occasional hum and words of agreement coming from you.
“He’s so much prettier in person, right?” she was referring to The Deep. “They all are.”
She had happily sighed, and happy that your friend lived out her dream for even just a few moments, you’d been determined to forget about your own interaction.
But that turned out to be easier said than done.
It was almost scary really how quickly after that your life had taken a sharp turn. You, who had never so much as been in a car accident, suddenly found yourself in the crossfire of a bank robbery. The pain of the bullet was indescribable, and you’d been bleeding on the pavement while some good Samaritans had been trying to keep you conscious while cops arrived…when he arrived.
He hadn’t been alone, and you didn’t know if that was on purpose or if it just worked out that way because while Queen Maeve had been handling the criminals and restoring order until the police showed up, Homelander was knelt beside you. Everyone around you had been so relieved, trusting the superhero with you probably more than they would God himself.
“An ambulance will take too long,” you’d heard him say.
Darkness was reaching for you and grasping you when he lifted you into his arms. The movement made you flinch, and despite the soothing baritone of his voice as he shushed you, you didn’t relax, at all. You had only been grateful to finally pass out before he took flight, and when you woke up in the hospital, you could tell that the nurses were dying to ask you what it was like to be saved by Homelander.
Your best friend had been relieved that you were alive, her gratitude towards the heroes growing at that. You had remained in the hospital for longer than you would have liked, and it was only the 3rd or so day there that you finally asked about your things, only just noticing hat you didn’t have them. She had glanced around in confusion, just as clueless as you before flagging down a nurse.
That had proved fruitless, and while the whole thing unnerved you, your friend was the one to convince you that it wasn’t important. She was just happy that you were alive, and her happiness had been contagious. However, when you finally made it home, your friend’s voice became background noise when you made it to your room.
There, on your bed and still stained with your blood, was your purse.
You had known how it got there, even if you didn’t want to admit it or tell anyone else. Why? You didn’t know. After all, it was a nice gesture, right? You knew your friend would tell you that a little breaking and entering was nothing when a superhero who saved your life was just returning your things. She often talked about them like gods, revered them as such, and you knew she didn’t think they should be held to the same moral standards as the rest of you, but…
You had never bought that.
The thought of him not only knowing where you lived, but also having been in your apartment at some point made your stomach turn. You could hear your friend talking from the kitchen as she prepared to cook you something, and as silly as it seemed, you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your entire purse, and everything in it, in the garbage.
After that, it had started small.
A moved item here, your favorite bra missing there. You had asked your friend about it, but unsurprisingly, she didn’t know what you were talking about. A little voice in the back of your head whispered the unthinkable to you, but against your better judgement, you’d brushed it off.
Then Steve had happened.
He’d been sweet when he asked for your number at Starbucks one day. You’d been surprisingly receptive and had given it to him. The date had been great, the sex even better, and then you’d woken up 2 days later to the discovery that his body had been dragged from the canal. It had shaken you for more reasons than one, and nobody seemed to listen when you voiced your fears.
“Y/N…are you serious?”
Your friend looked equally concerned for you and angry at you for what you’d said.
“It’s too much of a coincidence, it’s too weird-.”
“He saves lives,” she’d angrily said. “He saved your life.”
You didn’t bring it up again after that, not wanting to lose a friendship over some overpowered celebrity that she didn’t even know. You didn’t go on another date after that, instead spending all of your time either at work or at home. You didn’t even watch the news after that, the sight of his perfect face on the screen making you tense up. You felt stuck, frozen, trapped by something you couldn’t see, and after a while you started to convince yourself that maybe you were crazy…
Until you weren’t.
The scream you let out when you awoke to a large figure standing over your bed one night was loud enough to wake neighbors. Choked gasps left you as you scrambled for the lamp, eyes widening in horror when light flooded the room. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked over your room, face unreadable as his blue eyes took everything in.
As if he hadn’t been there before.
“What…what are you doing here?” you had gasped, back pressed to your headboard as you fought to get as far away from him as possible.
He hadn’t answered right away, a low hum escaping him instead before his eyes finally met yours. It seemed like forever since you last looked into them, and it was beyond unnerving how…lifeless they looked. He held your gaze for a few moments more before it slowly descended over you, making you cover yourself despite the fact that you were clothed and that it would do no good. He was going to see what he wanted to see no matter what.
“You know…”
He took a step towards your dresser, reaching out to pick up a picture of you and your friend, admiring it for a moment.
“…most people would be thrilled to find me in their room. They’d naturally assume that there was danger, and I was here to save them.”
In your mirror, you could see him roll his eyes towards the ceiling at that.
“…because they trust me. They all trust me with their life…but you don’t even trust me with your purse.”
His gaze lifted to connect with yours in the reflection at that, and you didn’t miss the slight clench of his jaw. You watched it drop to your heaving chest, and you knew that he could feel your heart going a mile a minute. You didn’t bother to repeat your earlier question…you only ran.
Lasers burning the wall before you had you collapsing to the floor as soon as you made it to the hallway. Despite how useless it would be, you had covered your head, tears in your eyes as you turned around to face him. His eyes glowed red in the dark as he stepped towards you, his steps thunderous in the otherwise quiet apartment. Your breathing had picked up as you crawled backwards, panicked sobs leaving your mouth.
Your eyes had been pleading because there was nothing you could do against him, and you both knew it. You couldn’t outrun him or outfight him, and if there was a chance you could do anything to seriously hurt him, he would cauterize your throat without hesitation. You were completely at his mercy…
…and he took full advantage of that.
Your pleas and begging meant nothing to him that night, or any night after. His hand around your throat had left a bruise that lasted for days, and you had felt the pop of strands coming out of your scalp when he gripped your hair too hard.
“Please…please,” you had begged, pushing against his hard chest.
He had stretched you out on the floor of your hallway, his unrelenting cock thrusting into you with a force that frankly terrified you. The pace was almost bruising, and there had been several moments where he’d had to stop and seemingly remind himself how easy it was for him to accidentally kill you in this moment. Despite how much you didn’t want this, the squelching sound of his cock thrusting into you was loud in the darkness, dripping around him and making his movements easier than they were when he started.
You were unable to move beneath him, held down by his strong frame as he sank into you again and again. You couldn’t even scream, that’s how tightly he was holding your throat, and his harsh breathing and deep grunts in your ear made you want to be sick. The night had seemed to go on forever, an endless nightmare, and when he spilled himself into you, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from crying.
He had lightly tapped your face, telling you to hush before rising to fix himself. Your entire body had ached, in shock and disbelief at what had just taken place. He had reached down to tilt your chin up, and you had been too afraid to look away. When he left your apartment like nothing had ever happened, you hadn’t expected to see him again.
But you did the next night. And the night after that, and the night after that.
You cried every time, bed squeaking from his brutal thrusts. He moved you in whatever position he wanted, his strength no match for you as he pushed and pulled you however he liked. After the second week, when you woke up with a sorely bruised lip, you thought of everything you could to put an end to this. After all, you would have rather spent a lifetime in prison than at the mercy of Homelander and his cock.
The next time he came, you had been waiting with a knife…and you had paid for it with a broken wrist. Your scream had been blood-curdling, and the blond had merely tilted his head to the side, hand still wrapped around your arm as he watched you cry.
“Was it worth it?” he eventually asked, mirth in his voice.
Your only response had been a sob, and he tsked.
“…now you’re hurt, and I’m still going to fuck you anyway.”
His words only made you cry harder, and when he made you come around him for the 4th time that night, watching him relax beside you to go to sleep somehow disgusted you more than anything else. Your attempt to get up and leave had been unsuccessful, his hand closing around your injured wrist. His eyes threateningly glowed in the dark as he watched you lie back down, uncaring to the way you shook.
That had been months ago, and your life had been hell ever since.
He came almost every night, sometimes here when you got home or sometimes waking you up in your sleep with his hands on you. You had long distanced yourself from your best friend, unable to keep the grimace off of your face every time she brought up The Supes, Homelander especially. You couldn’t help but think that if he wasn’t at all what you thought he was, what were the chances that the rest of The Seven were the same way? A team was only as good as it’s leader, after all.
You hoped that he wouldn’t come tonight. You hoped that tonight would be one of those nights where work had him tied up for days even. The day in which you never saw him again couldn’t come fast enough, and you hoped that today would be that day. You hoped, and yet even as you hoped, you found yourself cooking his favorite meal, afraid of what could happen if he did show up tonight and you hadn’t. You could still recall the heat only inches away from your face as he’d seared a hole into the wall you were leaning against.
You shuddered at the memory, and you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over.
Why you? You had asked yourself that repeatedly and had yet to come up with an answer. You wish you had never gone to that meet and greet that day. You wished that you could go back in time and change everything back to when your life hadn’t become a prison.
You were just finishing up, putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when you straightened to feel a chest at your back. You froze in place, staring straight ahead as your heart skipped a beat, and you knew he could hear it. You felt his fingers on the side of your neck, tilting your head over just a tad as he touched the skin there. They danced along your skin, trailing to the front of your throat before gently curving around it.
He pulled you back against him, nose buried into your hair as he breathed you in.
“How was work?” you almost inaudibly asked, voice shaking.
There were times where Homelander clearly liked to pretend that this was some consensual stress relieving relationship he’d pursued with you. There had been moments where he’d rant to you about The Deep or Starlight while holding you against him after he fucked you, conveniently ignoring the sound of your racing heart and the feel of your tears on his skin.
“Exhausting,” he answered, pulling you away from the counter. “…but dealing with a bunch of cocksuckers will do that.”
You didn’t resist now out of fear more than anything else, although you hated to admit the way he made you come around him. You supposed that it couldn’t be helped. It was your body’s natural response, and you’d always be relieved that your body and mind were never on the same page these days. The food was ignored as he steered you towards the couch.
Your breathing was shallow as you hovered in his lap, nails digging into his shoulder as his own fingers had a bruising hold on your waist. He pushed you down onto him, gaze focused on the way you fucked yourself onto his cock. You let out a small whimper when he circled your hips, and you tightened around him.
Your eyes rolled just as his own lifted, and you were completely unprepared for the sharp feel of his teeth on the skin of your breast. You yelped, squirming in his hold as he completely wrapped his lips around it. His other hand came up to massage the other one, and you leaned over him to lessen the pain. Your hand clutched the back of the couch, moaning as you slid over him again and again.
He eventually moved his attention to the other, and you unwittingly fisted your hand in his hair, making him groan. You slid down onto him with ease, making a mess on his thighs and clenching around him. You ignored his painful bites, wincing and shuddering in his lap.
When he started to lift his own hips, you gasped, pain blooming along your skin. You squirmed more, whining at his rough ministrations. Your hand landed on his chest, pushing against him, and you let out a harsh choking noise when his hand closed around your throat instantly. His head was lifted now, and your lashes fluttered as you stared into his cold blue eyes.
His nostrils flared as he pushed you off of him, and your voice was gone when he stood too, forcing you to lie down. When he let your throat go, you greedily sucked in air for a few seconds before his rough lips covered yours just as he thrust into you. Your back arched, chest pushing up into his and nails scratching the fabric of the sofa at his brutal pace.
You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning beneath him at every stroke of his cock. His hand found your throat again, and one of your hands wrapped around his wrist. The couch groaned beneath you, and your toes curled as he pushed you towards the edge. You froze, a rush in your ears as you clenched down onto him once, and then over and over again. Your lips were parted in a silent scream before it eventually came out in a high-pitched sigh.
When he came, his eyes glowed red, putting fear into your heart. It happened sometimes when he climaxed, and although it never went beyond that, as Homelander spilled himself into you, you wondered when the day would come when it inevitably would. 
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i-heart-slashers · 7 months
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“So, they’re a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?” + “Don’t make me hurt you.” + “Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”
Pairings: Boyfriend!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Warning(s): violence, posessive themes, obsession, subtle mentions of abuse, slight stalking.
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It was just a harmless meet-up, or at least it was supposed to be.
College life hadn't been easy for you, not only did you have to work hard to get into a course that interested you but you also had to think of your boyfriend Billy who had no interest in going to any colleges, he instead had started working as a mechanic.
The problem was he seemed to hate every other person you made friends with. He hated when you talked about anyone else, especially if they were guys.
That was a problem in itself, especially when it came to group or paired projects in college. 
Since he got hurt back in high school in the fire at Starcourt, he's been a very distrustful person. Billy has expressed hatred for anyone who wasn't you; he became even more hateful and demanding. 
He treated you well, or as well as someone like Billy Hargrove is capable of, but he can be a little too possessive at times. 
Unfortunately, this is one of those times.
Your college professor had paired you up with Matthew Loomis; he was on the college football team. He wasn't known to be especially smart but was very sweet to girls.
So you planned to meet at the local diner to go over some work and plan your project. 
You had deliberately kept the information from Billy, knowing he would try to scare Matt away. It wasn't like you were purposely sneaking around behind Billy's back; you told him you would do some studying, and in a way, you were.
Matt had been nothing but a gentleman and had you laughing for hours; even as the sun went down and a blue tone surpassed the horizon, the two of you sat and hung out.
It was nice to speak with someone who didn't glare at every person who looked your way or grip your thigh threateningly when someone's eyes trail over your form.
Glancing at the clock in the diner, you gasped, seeing the time. You had been out for hours. You were lucky Billy hadn't stormed the town looking for you; maybe he'd gotten caught up working.
Matthew seemed confused by your sudden change in personality as he watched you pack up with your stuff speedily. "Whoa, wait!" He calls, scooting out of the booth and after you as you scuttle away, seeming nervous.
Holding your bag over your shoulder and textbooks to your chest, you swore, seeing just how late it had actually become. Matt pulls on your arm so you come to a stop in front of him as he looks at you in concern and confusion.
You were about to say something to him when a small orange light caught your eye from inside a very familiar car. Billy stared at you from inside the vehicle, taking another drag of his cigarette before throwing it out the window. 
"Oh no," You whispered, closing your eyes and hearing the car door creak open and slam shut. "You need to leave now. Quick," you said hastily as Matthew between you and the approaching Billy but didn't leave.
You try to erase the fear to leave your voice as you turn to smile at your stony expression boyfriend. 
"Hey Billy," There was a slither of fear that accidentally slipped into your tone, which Matt apparently was quick to pick up on as he narrowed his eyes at the greeting.
Billy's stern expression doesn't change as he slips his arm around your waist, watching Matt like a viper ready to strike. "Billy, this is Matt" You introduce them hoping to ease the tension.
"So, they're a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?" Billy says, turning his shocking blue eyes to look at you as if scolding you like a child.
"It's just for school. We have to do a project together," You say weakly, pulling your bag over your shoulder tighter as both look at you, Matt in concern, whereas Billy's blue eyes are glaring.
"Doesn't look like that from where I was sat." Billy hisses, and you gulp, knowing he must have been watching the two of you for a while before you even realized the time.
Matt scoffed when he realized it, too, his face pinched in disbelief. "What, you stalk your own girl or something?" He glances at you, but you quickly turn your head.
"Why you into her or something" Billy laughs almost cruelly. "Oh, you are, and you thought this would be your way in? Take her to some diner, give her some sweet talk, and hope she falls for you?" 
Matt doesn't correct him but turns to face you. "Why are you with him? He obviously doesn't respect you. You deserve better than this piece of crap. I can treat you better". 
"Don't make me hurt you." Billy hisses, taking off his denim jacket and thrusting it into your arms as you try and call him off, trying to get his attention and herd him back to his car.
"Billy, let's just go," You plead but get shoved aside as your boyfriend tries to intimidate your classmate, the same one that just revealed to your extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend that he is into you.
"Why don't you let me take you home? I don't want you getting into a car with him," Matt says, looking at you holding his hand out, ignoring Billy now as he tries to sway you.
"Say that one more time, and I'll make sure you can never walk again." Billy threatens, but you know better. That was a promise more than just an idle threat.
"You do look like the type that would hit a girl," Matt scoffed, and you could hear a pin drop in the sudden silence. That was the wrong thing to say to Billy. Especially knowing how his dad treated his mom before she left.
Only Matt didn't know that.
That was until Billy's balled-up fist made contact with his face, sending Matt to the floor, but he didn't stay there long. He got up to try and fight against Billy, though even being a stocky football player, he stood no chance.
"Billy, stop!" you try to step in but quickly stop seeing the look in your boyfriend's eyes. You just plead with him as your friend is beaten on increasingly. "Please!"
"Fucker" Billy spits at Matt, who is on the floor gasping in pain now, his face covered in blood, and you can do nothing to help him as Billy leans down to warn him, "You don't look in her direction again, got it?" 
"I said stop it, Billy!" You say, walking closer, holding his jacket tightly in your arms.
Billy quickly gets up and pins you against the car, covering your mouth as you sob. He snatches his jacket from your hands and slams it on top of the car as he pulls you over to see your friend. 
"This is what happens when someone tries to take what's mine," Billy hisses, holding you against his front with his hand covering your mouth tightly.
"Are you going to lie to me again?" You shake your head with tears dropping over Billy's hand before he presses a kiss against your head, whispering gravelly in your ear, "Good girl."
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rinbowaman · 8 months
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Whoo hoo lets goooo!
Warnings: stalking, breaking entry, kidnapping, mentions of murder and torture, bullying, harassment, tormenting, indications/implications of rape, detaining, cursing, subtle groping, main character touches themself....i think that's it. let me know if i missed something.
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“Yeah, I’ll get a large Americano.”
“Will that be all for you?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s the name for the order?”
“Heeseung.”
Unfamiliar with the cultural sense behind his name, the barista displayed a slight look of confusion, while blushing at how handsome he looked as he swiped his card. “He-…..Hee….how do you spell it?” she asks.
“Here.” Taking the cup and the marker out of her hands, all in a rather sudden manner and startling the poor girl, Heeseung took the cap off with his teeth, gently gripping it in place between the two rows of his pearly whites as he drafted his own name on the transparent cup, before issuing it back to the barista. Taking it gently, she blushes even more than before as she looks up and notices that the cap was still in the grip of his teeth, yet his eyes were fiercely wide and somewhat eerie. She became speechless and merely nodded.
“I…um…..we’ll have that ready for you shortly.”
Opening his eyes wider for just a second, he turns his face to the side and spits the cap out harshly as it lands out on the floor. “Great.” He scoffs as he walks over to the side and leans back against the wall of the waiting area.
Standing with his arms crossed, he stretches his neck out as he gleams down from beneath his black baseball cap. With a white tee and a pair of straight jeans, the man’s frame could be made out just slightly as his muscle definition peered through the material of his shirt, yet it was loose enough to remain subtle in its display of his body. He was tall and looked incredibly intimidating. With only the hue of purple in his hair, peeking out from below his baseball cap, no one else dared to look long enough at the man’s face, for the moment he tilted his head back and showed off his shiny beaded eyes, there was an instant chill issued along with his frightening glare.
(Pls ignore the mic. This picture was too fitting bc…well…arms. That’s why.)
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“Stop it, please!”
Turning his head over, he witnesses a pair of brute college boys, along with a woman who seemed to be of the same age, all harshly grabbing and pushing a frail girl inside the café.
“Please I told you….I don’t have money.”
“Bullshit.” The female spatted. “Now, you know our favorite drinks, so get in line and get us our drinks.” 
“But…I’m not lying. I hadn’t gotten paid yet, and you took the last of my money…..please. I’ll buy you lunch and coffee as soon as I get paid.”
“Noooo…you can order the drinks, and if you’re really broke then you can stall up the line and maybe make a scene, to distract everyone, so we can go to the counter and take the mobile orders waiting for pickup.”
“Please don’t….I can’t���…”
Grabbing the girl by her arm, the much dominant female drags her inside the ladies restroom. The two brutes make their way over to a seated area as they wait.
A few moments went by, and the pair emerged out, only this time, Heeseung noted a change in the submissive female’s hair.
With the short and neat bob cut that she had adorned, with her bangs trimmed right above her brow, he gained a vantage point of the view firsthand, all thanks to his height. There, the poor girl stood with the very top of her head displaying a most unflattering hair style. The top layer of her hair nearly all gone, burnt off, with only an inch length that spiked right up towards the ceiling from lacking length and flexibility.
Flickering a lighter repeatedly and blowing over the top of it, the dominant woman slyly walks over to meet with her two friends, smirking as she takes pride in her work. Heeseung continued to watch, and glared as the three sat at the table, all watching the poor girl as she stood with that atrocious look. With tears streaming down her face, she merely took in her breaths as she stood, trying to gain composure and abide by the trio's demand.
He hated those types of people……the weak…the ones that allowed themselves to be pushed around, never doing anything to strengthen themselves. How annoying. The only thing he hated more than those types, were the spoiled, the sullied, the rich and the greedy, the ones that looked down on the weak and the useless and abused their families influence.....like the three at the table. In fact, he hated them so much......he enjoyed using his toys on them whenever he found himself triggered.
Grabbing his phone, he initiates a conversation with someone…..
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Inserting the phone back in his pocket, he turns back to look at the victim, who remained standing a few feet away from the entrance, quietly and faintly sobbing.
“For crying out loud…just get out. The door is like…right there, girl.”
Mentally irked at how the girl remained frozen still, he drafted up the energy to set aside his annoyance and was prepared to confront her on his own and force her to leave, saving her the harassment by the ruffians who clearly made a habit of tormenting her. When all of a sudden…..
"Welcome to *name of your favorite cafe*." the baristas all greet as the young woman enters through the door.
Walking in to the setting, you donned a pair of black leggings with a black low crop, long sleeve to top to match, along with a green baseball cap that kept all your hair bundled up. Entering, you noted the frail stature of the girl before you, yet it hadn’t been apparent that she was upset until you went to walk pass, trying to make your way in the line. Once you were side by side with the younger and much shorter girl, you glanced over and paused in your steps, noting the streams down her cheeks. Taking a closer look, you saw the terrible cut she had on the top of her head, as if her locks were mauled off by an animal. As you observed the top of her head, you smelled the faint scent of burnt hair around her presence.
Overhearing the impudent laughter coming from a table that was across the other side of the café, you looked back at the girl and grew heavy lidded at the sight, unaware that your actions were being watched the entire time, as you had caught the eye of a very intrigued male standing off to the side, a few feet up ahead.
He observed quietly, watching as walked up with grace in every foot step. Your figure was so delicate and divine in the tight athletic wear you donned on, yet your face and hair remained hidden much like his, due to your hat. Yet the moment he saw you look down at the sobbing girl, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly gasped open at the sight that took place when you reached up and gently took off your cap.
Your long hair falls gracefully and dresses the curves and shape of your breasts, your face was both foreign and enchanting, you were the most amazing thing he's ever seen. You gazed at the line up ahead, not even noticing the tall handsome stranger that was gawking at you off to the side; the moment he had cleared vision of your eyes, he was done, he was sold. He was beyond intrigued. He didn’t know what was happening, but there was something growing inside him that never was there, it was a sensation that instilled a craving in his gut.....he wanted to see more.
Despite all the pretty’s he’s had, where so many women who threw themselves at his feet, none have ever caused this stir of echoing emotions that was eating him alive. Each girl he's ever had, all desperate for just an ounce of his attention, would get but one night of pleasure, and experience the cruelty of his selfish nature as he never bothered to call or message any of them back. To him, they were just pretty little things for him to use, nothing more. He never once developed anything beyond the requirements of his sexual and physical needs, and yet here you are....defying the laws of his physics and mentality……so different….so very different.
You took your cap and gently placed it on the girls head, never minding what she may have felt about in concerns to hygiene, yet it would seem that the abhorred haircut was something that took precedence over the matter of feelings, so you went ahead and gently placed it on top of her head and watched as she turned to look up at you, taking in the soft smile you issued back at her.
With a grateful countenance, the girl began to cry once more as she felt overwhelmed by your kind gesture, in which you nodded softly.
“Care to have coffee with me?” You asked the girl.
Nodding rather enthusiastically, she poked her tiny hands through the overbearingly long sleeves of her oversized cardigan sweater dress and reached for your arm. You took her in and wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you held onto your phone and wallet in the other. Walking up to the line side by side, you issued a stern look over to the ruffians that preserved the table, noting the look of irritation in their faces. Despite their abhorrence of the matter, they remained distant and eventually found that you weren’t going to leave the girl’s side, and end up taking their leave.
“Do you need me to walk you home? Bus station? Or maybe to the train?” you asked.
The girl sipped on her coffee drink and began to converse with you, all the while as you two remained seated. Not once did you notice a pair of eyes had remained glued to you, along with an infatuated smirk.
After waiting at the bus station for the girl’s ride to arrive, you bid her farewell and best of luck before heading home, never knowing of the tall, dark and handsome man that inconspicuously followed you.
He remained distant and unnoticed but kept traces on you as you took your turns, crossed streets, and even went into a boutique for just a moment to pick up some hosiery for the young girl. As it turns out, during your conversation with her, you found out that she was attending the same  college you had graduated from a few years ago, recalling as she told you that she had just started her first year. The idea of a first-year student being bullied broke your heart, so you figured it would be nice to get her a small gift and stop over at the college to pay her a visit, and check up on her.
“She says she likes to wear skirts and dresses a lot, so maybe I’ll get her some assorted stockings. That might cheer her up, oh and another hat, just until her hair grows back.”
Thinking of the girl, you grabbed and paid for the items, before heading back on route to your apartment. Entering the main lobby of the residential building, you stopped over where the mailboxes were located. Placing in your key, you opened the small latch door and reached into the small square opening in the wall that had displayed your apartment number, located on the tenth floor. Peering in as he enters the lobby, Heeseung places his phone next to his ear, giving off the image that he was engaged in a phone call, all the while he sets his sights on your mailbox from afar, never once breaking his gaze from it. It was hard, since he desperately wanted to continue to watch you, yet it was crucial for him to remain staring at your mailbox, just up until you closed and locked it, before making your way over to the elevators.
Maintaining the stare, he walks over to the corner, eyes never leaving the small square. As he breached closer, the placard could be made out at close sight, it contained your apartment number, your first and middle initial, followed by your last name.
1004 First initial. Middle initials. Last name.
Shifting his sights over to the elevators, he walks over and dings in for the next carriage to take him up to the tenth floor.
Arriving on the top level, he walks through the narrow corridor, one side of it displaying tall windows to view the neighboring buildings and open sky. Following the unit numbers of each door that was distanced out from each other rather sparingly, he reaches the end of the hall and there, the last unit remained, apartment number 1004.
Sensing that you were just beginning your day, given that the time was early in the morning, he walks up to your door and notes the structure and design. It was so simplistic and lacked any sense of safety protocol in its feature, how could someone as wondrous as you be so careless to live in a place without exaggerated safety measures?
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Within the hour, you showered, got dressed, and munched on an English muffin along with your morning cup of coffee before grabbing your phone and wallet, heading off to work. With your light raincoat swooped over your arm, you gracefully walked over and dinged in for an elevator to bring you down to the floor level, unaware of the male that was lurking from around the corner, waiting for you to leave your apartment.
He waited for a solid twenty minutes, to ensure that you weren’t going to come back in. After noting the time, he breaches your door once more and reaches up to the top to grab hold of a thin strip of aluminum that he had slid in previously, all while you had been in the shower. Sliding it all the way to the inner corner, he bent to hook it over the top ledge of the top of the frame, so that it would remain in place. Based off his experience, gathered from his years of stalking many victims in the past, he knew, that out of human nature, you would never look up and discover the tool as you locked your door. At the most, a person may set their gaze at eye level as they enter or exit, but statistic will show that hardly anyone will ever tilt their head and look up since their eyes naturally are drawn to the knob as they lock or unlock a door.
Unhooking the aluminum strip from the ledge, he slides the piece as it remains in between the door panel and the frame, sliding it all the way down to the locking mechanism above the knob. From there, a simple turn of his wrist and bending the strip at an angle was all it took for the bolt to click over to the opposite side, unlocking it.
Entering, he noted the smell of lavender and orchid blossoms that filled the air. It was so pleasant and airy, so very fragrant. It was as if he was basking in the foreign fields of orchids and lavender in full bloom. Noting your chic and girlish furnishings, he smirked as he walked past your media stand, admiring the soft beige sectional that adorned your living room. Looking over to the TV, he saw some framed photos of family and friends, some of which had contained you posing with them, in which he would pick up and take a closer look.
“Damn she’s gorgeous…..”
He remained quiet until he cleared the apartment of any other inhabitants; roommates or family that may have been living with you, yet much to his delight, there were none. He then took the opportunity to go inside your bedroom, where your bed was nicely made. Sitting on the edge of your queen size bed, he leans into one of the pillows and takes a whiff of the scent, it had smelled just like your hair. It was of roses and chamomile, something that he never knew he would appreciate so much until now.
Standing up, he walks over to your vanity and notes your perfume bottle on display. Taking it, he releases the cap, and sprays it over his wrist to analyze the ingredients that made up the fragrance. It was a subtle scent, yet fresh with a hint of spring florals and just a tinge of fruity sweetness to it. It was heaven to him. Looking around, he opens up a few of the top drawers and finds exactly what he was looking for, your lingerie.
Noting the amount of lace in your collection, he smirks.
“Huh…..she likes lace….my kinda girl.”
Scouting through, he really wasn’t trying to get a pair of your panties, although the temptation was strong. Instead, what he was looking for was something that wasn’t obviously an undergarment, but something that he could always carry around and pull out of his pocket with ease….something like….
“Hmm….this will work.”
Grabbing on to a pair of lace gloves, he takes the right one and drenches it with your perfume, airing it out as he waves it around for a moment before he shoves it in his back pocket. Closing your drawer delicately, he looks over towards your master closet, and takes a peek inside. He flips the light switch on and smiles at the beautiful display of dresses, both flirty and sophisticated, while also admiring the neat display of folded jeans and tee shirts in the open cabinets decorating the wall. It would so appear, that you had a taste of casual chic fashion, yet had invested in sophisticated and elegant attire for work.
Flipping through all the hangers, his fingertips drag against each fabric, allowing him to take in the sensation of what you wear daily. God…..he wondered how you would look wearing something with frills and lace, or cashmere, or this one, a dress made of satin. Your body was literally the peak of ideal femininity, there was no doubt in his mind that whatever it is you put on, you would look stunning in it.
Walking deeper inside the closet, he notes a framed piece that was set on top of the cabinets, leaned up against the wall instead of being hanged up. It was your college degree, from the same college he was attending.
“Wow….she’s older than I am?”
Despite being in his last year of college, Heeseung was intrigued and grew even more fascinated about you. The fact that you were older, though you looked of the same age as him, even younger in fact, was something that only made him grow more obsessed with wanting to see and learn more about you. He continued his exploration and looked for any indicators of a boyfriend, or perhaps a fiancé. To his surprise, there were none.
“Beautiful girl like her….single? That’s just…..that’s insane…but I’m not complaining.”
Aside from seeing no signs of a partner, he was also delighted to see that you didn’t seem to be actively engaged in sex either, there were no forms of birth control nor were there any prophylactics. To be sure, he searched….thoroughly.
“So she’s a good girl then? Or maybe….she’s one of those ball-busting career types? Either way, I dig it.”
The thought of you preserving your body, how tight your womanhood must be from being untouched for God only knows how long, it greatly.......stimulated him.
After he had his fill in exploring your apartment, he exits and discards the aluminum strip. Taking out your glove, he sniffs it before entering the elevator. From that day forth, Heeseung had eventually found out where you worked, where you did your grocery shopping and found out that the café was your favorite spot every morning after working out, precisely at around 7 am. In between his classes, he managed to go out to ‘check’ on you as you made your way around to various spots for lunch or maybe did some quick shopping and run errands. No matter what time of the day it was, he made sure to see you at least once, making sure you were okay, that you were happy and not in distressed.
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“There you are baby…..you seem like you’re having a good day today.”
“Hmm….why do you look a bit ticked off? Who pissed you off today? Fuck I wish I knew….I’d make them regret it…….please smile…smile for me baby.”
“Awww….my girl likes pastries….what are those? Macaroons? You like macaroons baby girl?......When you’re mine, I’ll give you the world and whatever you want. How does that sound?”
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With all his mental thoughts on you and the constant check-ups, he fell harder and harder, it was unreal to him. He wanted to know and see more….he wanted to hear more….he wanted more.
His approach was well thought out and planned. You didn’t have to know what he had done in the past…even though he hadn’t dipped into his habits since the day he saw you in the cafe, yet the fact remained that he had a closet full of skeletons that he wasn’t necessarily ashamed of, for all those times it brought him relief and was a reprieve for him. But he didn’t want to scare you…he didn’t want you to know about what he did for obvious reasons. All that mattered now was for you to get to know him….as the man who was falling in love with you, despite you being unaware of his existence.
After weeks of stalking and admiring you from a distance, he figured today would be perfect to put his acting skills to the test and “accidently” bump into you, all in the effort to start up a conversation. From there, he would use his charm and tenacity to get by and push through any barriers you would set up, all so he could get in and make you his. He had everything mapped out in a systematic approach…..but he never got the chance to put it to use.
Watching as you were grabbing coffee during your lunch hour at your favorite cafe, Heeseung remained in his car, ready to step out and put his plan to action, yet took a few minutes to enjoy himself as he nonchalantly rubbed his bulge. Staring at the way you moved, the way you smiled, laughed, walked and admired each building as you made your way inside the coffee shop, you looked far too wondrous for him to not touch himself. Gently rubbing his fingers up and down, he took a series of gulps as he became hot and bothered, faintly panting as he leaned into his seat and watched you delicately swing the door open and entered in the building.
“Oh God…..my fucking girl…just…..who are you?....What are you? Where do you come from? What place exists…that makes someone like you?”
Finding his breath stolen by just the sight of you, Heeseung's mind begins to drift off and he wondered how you must feel with him inside you. How your skin must feel pressed against his, and how you must taste like.
"I bet she tastes like candy.....fuck girl....the things you're doing to me....I just wanna...."
*Ding*
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Suddenly, his eye catches on to something that snapped him out of his dazed state of passion. There was something.....someone that taking an interest....with you.
"Who the fuck.....?"
Straightening his posture, Heeseung became overly alert as he witnessed the man's head trailing right after you as you walked in, placing no situational awareness in his setting as he stared at you....hard. Nearby, was female who noted your stops and also followed you closely, while occasionally sending a nod to the large man that seemed to be craving you just as much as Heeseung was. It was evident by the way he stroked his chin and gasped his mouth open, while occasionally rubbing his crotch under the table nearby, licking his lips in the process.
"Mother fucker....."
Cursing himself, Heeseung quickly sends a new text to a friend, one who would be able to help him out in this situation. With his focus on the male perpetrator that was eyeing you down, Heeseung spared no effort in taking his sights off him, leaving the female open and unsighted......but not for long.
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Setting his gaze back at the man that eluded manners, ones that Heeseung could easily identify…..the behavior display of stalking and tracking, methods that he himself had used to follow you home the first day. However, unlike Heeseung, the large man was sloppy in his technique. He was following too close and wasn’t at all inconspicuous, instead, he was openly staring, walking behind in short distance, and made no effort to distract his intent by any means. It was as if the man was starving for you to the point where he couldn’t control himself. Had he been watching you the whole time? If so…..how did Heeseung not notice? Was he too enamored by you that he grew complacent of your surroundings?
He watched as you walked back into the building of your place of work. For hours, the man stood off into a nearby alley, lurking in the shadows, occasionally dipping into the cafe and sending out messages. No doubt the recipient was that female accomplice of his. Remaining in his car on the other side of the road across the building, Heeseung watched the man like a hawk, clenching his. If only the man wasn't in a public setting, Heeseung would have followed him back to his residence and took care of him before you would even leave work.
"Asshole......fucking leave her alone....I swear if you touch her...."
Widening his eyes and glaring at the man from afar, Heeseung bit down on his lip, puncturing skin.
Finally, after a long night and putting in some overtime, you walked out with your coat and purse in hand, obviously exhausted from the long day. The sun was beginning to set and the street was remote and nearly empty, with only a couple passing by making their way towards the opposite direction.
Walking on the lone street, with the darkness of the night casting in and the streetlights barely turning on, you minded your own when the sound of a female voice reaches out for you.
“Excuse me, miss?”
Turning around to face the female whose voice was in question; you barely got a response out when a sudden cast of solid darkness clouded your vision.
Eyes widening and his heart getting heavier by each second, Heeseung watched as the man cast an empty sandbag over your head and dragged you away to a nearby car. Muffling your screams and taking advantage of your blinded state, he overpowers your quick and panicked movements as you kicked, screamed, and reached above and over your head, banging his face with a closed fist. You put up a good fight, and for a moment, Heeseung watched and a spark of hope ignited in his heart as he jolted forward in his seat, watching as you laid a good solid hit right on the man's nose.
"Yes baby, just like that.....come on baby....hit him again!"
Yet in the end, the man was far too large and managed to restrain your wrist with a single hand as he fully detained you by injecting your neck with a drug that placed you into a deep state of unconsciousness. All the while, the female accomplice walks away with a smug flare.
"I'll fucking kill you.....both of you."
He could have confronted and taken you away right then and there, if only had it not been the presence of patrol units that came the very moment the kidnapper had tucked you into the backseat of his car, appearing harmless as he gets into the driver seat. With the female accomplice nearby til the very end, appearing to be armed with a hidden weapon in her coat pocket, Heeseung had no choice but to wait out for the perfect moment to strike. As much as he hated seeing you handled in such a way, he knew….that in just a little bit, not only would he take out the pent up anger and rage that formulated after witnessing the display of your kidnapping, but you’ll be able to see that it was him that saved you.
“Alright…fucking piece of shit. Let’s go.”
Trailing the man’s car, Heeseung follows and remained every so vigilant in being undetected.
Arriving at the final destination, Heeseung watches as the man’s car turns into a long and narrowed dirt path, straying off into a massive amount of acreage land. Following behind, Heeseung observed as the man parks in front of an old house, with a pair of windows set on ground level, indicating there was a basement. No doubt in Heeseung's mind, just from his own experience with murder and violence, he knew that the kidnapper would have a set up already stationed inside. Carefully observing as the man took your unconsciously limp body inside in such a haste manner, Heeseung felt his body fueling with chaos and a thirst for blood and torn limbs....he was triggered. His veins no longer pumped blood, it was gasoline....fuel.....fuel to burn the fire within his soul to do the very things onto others that not even the worst criminal could ever think of.
Watching the man's movements, Heeseung’s grip tightened over the steering wheel as he rested his chin in the other, a few seconds, he started to tap his fingers along the lining of the wheel before he got out of his car and walked over to his trunk. Opening it, he takes out a crowbar, one of the very many tools he carried…used for breaking entry or….to instill torturous pain on supple flesh. Walking up to the house, he remained stealth and continued to go unnoticed as he peeked in each window. Just as he suspected, while he investigated the basement, he watched as the man brought you in and tied you to a metal prep table, the same ones frequently used in cafeterias.
The moment the man left the room, Heeseung used the crowbar and pry’s one of the windows open, it was a smaller and slim, rectangular sized window, half the size of the standard measurements. Yet he effortlessly slid in, placing all those years of athletic training and dance practice to good use. Gently closing the window upon entry, he scouts the area, ensuring that it was still clear and no sound of movement could be heard on the other side of the door.
Setting his vision on you, he makes his way over to the table and there, for the first time, he got to admire you up close and personal. He got to feel your breathe brush against his nose as he leans in to take a closer look.
“Oh fuck……” he slightly gasped out. He couldn’t believe his eyes, you were far more enchanting up close, especially since he took note that you didn’t have a face plastered with makeup, you had been walking around this entire time with a fresh and youthful face. Leaning in, he gently nuzzles his nose against your ear, not at all concerned about the culprit that brought you to this horrid place, since Heeseung knew, he could take him with his bare hands alone. He could take on anyone if it meant keeping you safe.....and happy.
Shoving his nose in the nook of your neck, he takes a deep inhale of your scent. You smelled just like your perfume, the one he sprayed on your glove and took with him everywhere he went. Standing back and upright, he releases a deep breath as he gently caresses your face. A soft smile, faintly appears as he strokes your cheek, brushes your hair, and rubs your lips with his thumb.
"Just what am I going to do with you? Hmm?.....My beeeeautiful girl......my pretty pretty girl....my sweet girl. You just have a knack for catching stares.....even from bad guys like me and the idiot that brought you here.....don't you? ......Its not your fault though.....you were born so precious.....you don't deserve to be here....you deserved to be loved...to be taken care of....to be spoiled.....I'll show you what that's like after I take care of him, how does that sound?"
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Twenty or thirty minutes later, you finally woke up. In a panicked state, you looked around and saw that the room was coated with cement flooring, and was stark empty as it lacked any furnishings, aside from the metal table you were on, and a couple of tall metal tool cabinets. Your breathing was steady, you had done right to remain composed as you tried to figure your way out of this mess........but it all escalated the moment your kidnapper walked in.
Hiding behind one of the tall metal cabinets that was a few feet off to the side from the table, Heeseung listened in on everything the man said to you, which further heightened his rage.
“Go ahead you piece of shit….keep talking…keeeeeeep….fucking…talking.”
Noting your breathing increasing to a panicked state, he peeked over around the edge of the cabinet to look at you. The hopeless expression on our face combined with the deep heaves of your chest and your delicate beauty tainted by the fear of the man before you, it all had shattered Heeseung’s heart to pieces.
“I know baby…I know……don’t worry. I’m not going to let him do anything to you. Trust me....I know him better than he knows himself."
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“Oh….I love that look of fear in your face….its the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen…God…you’re perfect aren’t you? And…oh.....keep breathing like that….it makes your breasts look so nice as they rise up. I can't wait to add them to my collection, they'll be my number one."
Hearing the man speak to you in such a manner caused Heeseung to ball his hand into a fist once again. Gripping so tight, his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, slightly breaking skin as the residue of thin blood laid dormant under each finger nail.
“Mother fucker….I’m going to tear your face to pieces.”
Watching as the man scattered around, eventually settling on a reciprocating saw tool, Heeseung watches as the man taunts you, further aggravating his rage.
"Oh you piece of fucking shit...don't you dare..."
"Maybe…since I have a tourniquet here, why don’t I just take a piece off your kneecap…that way it’s not taking too much….I need to preserve you for as long as I can so I can enjoy you….savor the moments. I’ll take off a piece…. stop the bleeding and wait for you to calm down and then we can continue…..how does that sound?”
Flipping on the switch, the man held the tool in a steady grip as he placed his other hand over your stomach, preparing to cut into you.
"Hold still, this will hurt only for a little bit....you'll go into shock and well....you wont really feel much until I cut something else off." The man states while displaying an enthusiastic smile. "I can't tell you how much I've been waiting for this moment.....y/n...."
"That right?....."
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The sound of the motorized tool filled the air, yet it was not accompanied by screams of pain or a torturous laugh. You opened your eyes and saw that someone.....was inside the basement......someone other than you and the man who took you.
Heeseung truly did save you, not only from death, but from things that were far worse than death itself. However, the manner of how he did so was….terrifying.
“Well now….what should I take off first, hmm?” Heeseung remarked, mimicking the man's words used earlier to you, only Heeseung's tone was far more eerie and dreadful.
At that moment, what you saw Heeseung did to that man was the most gruesome display of heroism that you’ve ever witnessed. If you could even call it heroism....considering the turnaround wasn't entirely in your favor. When all was said and done, you watched as he came closer to you, hands coated in blood with blotches of it decorating his neck and chin.
He touched you. He caressed you. He whispered into your ear….it was sickening…yet words and tone was sweet and loving, which on the contrary, it only made you more terrified of him. Just what was his deal? You couldn’t make any sense out of his behavior, because as far as you were concerned, the man was a lunatic, yet the way he acted towards you.....it was sadistically romantic and compassionate.
When the words he coaxed and whispered out of his mouth, you realized.......you were saved by an evil man....by another evil man….
“Let me fuck you.”
Twisting and turning around, you screamed and panicked. “Get away from me! Don’t…don’t! Please don’t!” you managed to turn your body over onto your stomach, gaining full sight of the rope that bound your wrists together. With your chest plastered to the table, you desperately tried to untie your restraints, when suddenly you felt the weight of his body softly pressing against you, completely blanketing you from behind.
“Stop! Get…get off!” you turned your face away to the side as you felt him lean in and nuzzle his nose against your hair. Extending his hands forward, he reaches up and grabs on to your wrists, still tied by the rope. Pushing his weight on you, he caused you to become unstable with your movements, leaving you no slack to move. He remains nuzzled against your neck, breathing deeply, releasing the hot vapors of each exhale onto your ear.
“Calm….down….you need to calm down beautiful.”
Breathing deeply, hysterically sobbing, you somehow found yourself calming at the way he issued his words. His tone was calm yet demanding and firm. Somehow, it gave you a sense that he wasn’t going to hurt you…at least not in the same manner as your kidnapper.....but still…..
“I’m going to take you home……we’ll get you cleaned up, and maybe….talk….for a bit? Hmm?” Pushing the hair away from your face, he places a tender kiss on your cheek. Your breathing began to escalate once more as you felt yourself hyperventilating and the sobbing picking back up.
“Hey-heeeey…..calm……down…..you gotta stay calm baby. I really don’t wanna have to knock you out....especially after you just came back to consciousness.”
Upon hearing his subtle threat, you did your best to compose yourself, and seemingly you had succeeded, despite him continuously burrowing his face against your skin, placing soft and tender kisses onto your jawline, your cheek, and onto your neck. He even spoke out, murmuring as his lips remained in contact with your skin, sending out a myriad of tingles and uncontrollable euphoric jolts that found their way to your core, much to your dismay and disliking, yet you found yourself losing the fight against human nature and lost control of your body. What with him displaying the acts of soft tenderness….saving you from torture and death….and showering you with loving words, how could your body possibly physically abstract from his affection? Mentally you remained resisting, yet even that....was starting to break. Feeling desperate, you figured you would try and reach through to him by appealing to the soft and sensitive side he was displaying….
“Please…..please…….please don’t……if all of what you're saying....is real....then please……let me go…..just let me go home….” You softly spoke out in between each sobbing gasp. You did your best to keep yourself calm.
With a suckling kiss on your neck, the squeezing sound of his pursed lips pulling and sucking on to your skin as he gently pulls away bounces off the stark white walls. “You wanna go home baby?”
Nodding frantically, you started to sob harder but did your best to hold it all in, barely. Jutting out each word between your gasping cries, you responded with “Yes……yes! ….Yes…..I want to go home…..please….please just let me go home…..” the last bit of your words died down to an angelic tone of softness as you hung your head low.
“Okay…..come on baby….let’s go home.”
Shaking your head, your gasping sobs escalated for the last time as you found yourself in a verbal trap. “No! No stop! Let go! Don’t! don’t! doooooon’t…….” taking you, dragging you by the waist while you still remained bound by the ropes, he took you. Your screams echoed thought the halls as he led you out of the house and into his car, where he took you…..’home’.
Authors note: oooooh snap!
Taglist: @nshmrarki , @lprww , @baekxo07 , @m7omo @nikstrange @heeshees @moonmoongi @heesitation @heeseung-min @addictedtohobi
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youaremyhome · 2 years
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Pieces of the Night Masterlist
Summary: It’s your last year of college and you’re just trying to make it though. But what happens when Rafe Cameron sets his sights on you?
Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk.
Notes: this series will be dark but so so juicy! find me on ao3: TheFates I have it posted on there as well but that is the ONLY place where it'll be too.
1: Moon Dance
2: Starry Eyed
3: Morning Dew, Sunrays, & A Bad Moon Rising
4: Mars is Bright Tonight
5: The Archer
6: Blackhole Horizon
7: Supernova
8: Resisting the New Moon
9: The Antimatter of You
10:Synapses Between the Stars
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animefreakkk21-blog · 5 months
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Protecting
You were a shy and meek thing, The first time Steve saw you it was like time froze. You were so embarrassed it made him want to hold you more, You were briskly walking with a few bags of groceries, the brown bags blocking you're view when Steve turned the corner the wind was knocked right out of you,
You bag flew to the ground you landing on you're bottom looking up at him with those Jade green eyes, they were so bright like the color of the leaves when spring first starts. But something seemed off to Steve, You're scent it was off,
He couldn't put his finger on it, He couldn't place the smell in fact there was almost a sour smell coming off of you and that didn't suit you at all, He figure you should smell like vanilla or maybe cinnamon. But it was a very sour smell that made him scrunch his nose.
You look up at him bewildered at what just happened.
"I'm so sorry." You say gathering some of the food that fell to the ground, You're voice was like music to his ears the sweetest sound he's ever heard.
"Oh no, I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going, I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked holding out his hand to you
He sees you're eyes widen as if something has dawned on you, but then you regain you're composure.
"Oh, umm I'm fine." You mumble
After gathering your things you leave entering you're apartment building in a rush, Steve just looks at the building dumbfounded.
You quickly slam the door to you're apartment, You're back firmly pressed against the door. You just ran into a Alpha! Not just any Alpha! Steve Rogers! His pack is nothing but Alpha's! You're heart is pounding against you're chest. Hoping and praying he didn't smell past the suppressants, You have taken them for as long as you can remember.
You're experience with Alpha's isn't a good one, You're father was a Alpha, and he constantly abused and mistreated you, Told you you're only purpose as a omega is to serve and Alpha, he made sure to imprint that fact in you're brain. You ran away when you were 15. You have been on you're own ever since.
You made it you're mission to stay away from Alpha's you work from home. You barley leave the apartment because of you're fear of an Alpha finding out what you are. The only time you leave is when you go get food, or meet up with some of you're girlfriend's.You don't mind the quiet,
Steve paced back and forth in his room, something about the occur ace had him reeling, something about the way you looked at him. He sighs taking off his shirt, when a smell hits his nose, He brings his shirt to his nose. It smelled like crisp apples with a hit of cinnamon, He let out an internal growl. Knowing exactly why you reacted the way you did. You were...
"Omega.." He growled bringing his senses alive.
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kkskdeaddove · 2 months
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KakaSaku Dead Dove Week Wrap-Up!
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We had 16 stunning and deliciously dark written submissions for the inaugural KakaSaku Dead Dove week and 2 breathtaking, mind-altering art submissions.
Please read the tags before checking out the full works. If something is going to make you uncomfortable, don't read it. You are responsible for curating your own fanfiction experience!
Thank you to everyone who participated, encouraged, commented, read, kudosed, and cheered on our amazing creators! Looking forward to future kksk dd events 🖤
Without further ado, here is the wrap-up!
appreciation by Anonymous 
The one where the Land of Waves arc goes badly, but Momochi Zabuza's soft-spot for child-tools doesn't stop him from doing what has to be done.
The Hatake Heir by BelleDayNight
As the sole heir of the Hatake clan, Kakashi has known since he was five years old that he would marry the daughter of the Harunos. Sakura on the other hand is blissfully unaware that the man that will one day be her sensei is in fact her betrothed. There's a reason no man asks Sakura out on a date-- her husband has been quietly scaring them off for years...
Not a Love Like Mine, a Ruin by stargliders
Their captor hummed in contemplation. "This is my show, and whatever I say goes. I think I’ll start by shutting that smart mouth of yours for good." Kakashi closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. "Take me instead." "But you…you can’t," Sakura said. The words she desperately wanted to tell him refused to come out. (I love you. Please, don’t die.)
take me down (won't you take me down) by xylazine
In a moment of reckless bravery, Sakura volunteers to be taken by none other than the demon of Konoha. Little does she realize how much she's in for.
Please, Please, Please (Let Me Get What I Want) by twofortea
Kakashi-sensei looked so different when he was sleeping.
Consequences by gremlint
Kakashi fucked around, and now he's going to find out. Or: the consequences of neglecting a brat's aftercare.
Hold On Tight by Typhlobasia
Konoha’s Official Exam for Head Interrogators, part two: required practical section, Combined Test of Shinobi Mental Perseverance. This is something Sakura knows she wants to pass for her team; she can persevere, can earn her title, do her part protecting the village, make Lady Tsunade proud for all the efforts she invested into her student over the years… But, seeing her moon-lit reflection in the hitai-ate on Kakashi’s forehead, her friend and former sensei towering over her as she is strapped into the interrogation chair, Sakura’s old fears slither their way back in. “So, Sakura…” Her eyes snap to his, hopeful. Pleading. Kakashi takes a small step forward on the stone floor, the sound of it sharp and echoing in the dim room, “shall we begin?”
Wolf in Scarecrow's Clothing by Fusionblitz28
In which Yamanaka Ino doesn't protect Sakura from bullies and becomes her first friend. Nor does Sakura obsessively crush over Uchiha Sasuke. Rather, her ANBU in shining armor and crush are one in the same person. Eventually the polish fades to reveal something rather unlike its original condition. Maybe it's always been that way and Sakura was too naive to see it sooner. OR; Sakura falls in love at five years old. With none other than one Hatake Kakashi. Kakashi exploits that.
La Petite Mort by rosebrided
“I love you, Sakura,” he whispers like she can hear him even now, the words coming out in a wisp of a breath. And then he adds, “Forgive me.” - In which Sakura is gone from this life, and Kakashi struggles to cope after discovering her body.
That Shattered Soul by twofortea
The bright green of her eyes had dulled, her expression made vacant. She was like a broken doll, a preview of what Sasori planned to turn her into.
cat nap by xylazine 
Curled around his pink kitten, Kakashi the cat slips into a rather person like dream.
breathe me by twofortea 
Every time the nightmares started up again, he found someone new to bury himself in. He lost himself in another person, another nameless face, another warm body—buried the nightmares in warmth, life, lust.
On The Brink by gremlint
Kakashi and Sakura have the unfortunate luck to be captured by some rather imaginative enemies. What they experience will change their relationship forever.
Dancing With a Ghost by stargliders
There was nothing else they could do. The talk therapy had failed. So had both rounds of electroshock. (The lightning Kakashi wielded all these years—had it made him immune? Even as Sakura watched his toes and fingers rattle against the table?) But a doctor in Kirigakure, Shizune explained, had recently invented a procedure that settled the overactive zones in the frontal lobes of the brain. Maybe, just maybe, he could be happy again.
Living-Dead by Komorebi_3
Obito Uchiha decides to send a clone to the 5 Kage summit and observe Naruto and Kakashi in the shadows after revealing information about Itachi and Sasuke. He finds himself a bit bored with the turn of events until a certain pink-haired Kunoichi strolls in confessing her love to Naruto. Everything about her reminds him of Rin and his already fragile state of mind just spirals out of control from there. Or, Obito becomes partially delusional and kidnaps Sakura for his own sick pleasure, but of course Kakashi Hatake can't let that happen so he volunteers to be taken instead.
No Good Deed by Heartensoul
Kakashi had given Sasuke so many chances to make it right—to do right by Sakura. Now, he was going to take matters into his own hands.
compulsion by xylazine
Kakashi has driven her mad with need for years until Sakura finally snaps and takes matters into her own hands.
Clone bang art by @spnfox
Captured by enemies art by @spnfox
Thank you all again! See you next time 😈😈😈
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darkroomkisses · 4 months
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Teacher’s Pet (Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader)
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A/N: Woooo I'm back with a little CollegeAU fic feat. Bully!Rafe Cameron. <3
Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: NON-CON/ DUB-CON !Read at your own risk!
Words: 3.1k / Proofread once!
Banner by @straywords 🥀
Summary: Bully!Rafe Cameron and you get paired together for a class project. This gives Rafe the opportunity to fuck with you in the worst way yet.
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Rafe languidly ran his hand up and down his cock. His thoughts possessed with images of you. The Cameron's Estate was quiet, it was late. Rafe was lying in bed. He imagined you on your knees kissing his cock from his tip to his balls. Flicking your tongue over his most sensitive spots. He hated how you consumed his thoughts almost every day. 
He would never admit how much he wanted you. It made him livid; he despised you since you were in high school. Now you were in college, sitting in the same classroom as him. His hate morphed into something dark. He had fantasies of having you under him and under his control. He knew you thought you were better than him, you walked into class everyday ready to conquer the day.
He thought it was pathetic and meaningless to care so much as grades and being elite. He stroked harder, biting his lip to keep quiet, his thoughts overflowing with putting you in your place. 
Finally, you’re not in control, wedged in a situation you can’t get out of. Rafe imagined your eyes wet with tears, throat tightening, hollowed cheeks as he forced himself deep in your wet mouth. His strong grip on your hair, keeping you in place. His stride speeds up ready to release. An image of you looking up at him nervous and damaged, makes him explode, panting hard he lets out a sigh pleased but not satisfied. He was still aching because he desired the real thing and couldn’t wait much longer. 
The next day gave Rafe the opportunity he’s been waiting for. Rafe watched as you walked into class, your head held high, beaming with excitement for the day. He was annoyed already, what did you have to be so bubbly about? 
You greeted Mr. Bennett, smiling so sweetly in his face. Rafe knows that fucker would love a chance to play with an innocent little thing like you. You were so naïve. Mr. Bennett was one of the younger teachers at the school. Bright eyed new teacher who didn’t have the years of experience wearing him down yet. He had dark hair, a solid build. Rafe would admit that, but Rafe knew he was better than him. He was richer and hotter, what’s the competition? But the way he touched your shoulder made his blood boil. He hated the way Mr. Bennett interacted with you. He clenched his fists. You made your way to your seat in front of rafe, Not even sparing him a glance, but his eyes don’t leave you. 
*
“Can anyone answer my question?” Your teacher looks around the wide classroom, full of students with bored expressions and heads down. Your hand shoots up and you answer correctly. 
“Very good dear.” He smiles at you then continues the discussion. 
You hear a scoff behind you. Your heartbeat quickens, feeling your skin prickle. You already know that it’s no one other than Rafe Cameron, your bully. Your number one tormentor. 
You don’t turn around or make acknowledgement that you notice it. He leans forward, his scent invading your personal space. 
“Fucking teacher’s pet. Probably fucking him too.” He hisses at you leaning back into his seat. You shudder at his words. You’re angry at yourself for letting such juvenile words get to you. You sit up straight, pretending to not give a fuck. 
Mr. Bennett announces “Okay, students” He claps his hands together gathering everyone’s attention. “I’m assigning partners for our next project.” 
You try not to let your face drop. The class breaks out in groans. Mr. Bennett laughs, calming the class down. and calls out the pairs. You nervously shake your leg waiting for your name. Tapping your fingers on your laptop. “Alright, Rafe Cameron and Y/N L/N.” Your heart sinks. That familiar scent fills your nose again. 
“Looks like were partners, teacher’s pet.” 
The feeling like you just got punched in the gut hits you hard. The rest of the class goes by in a blur. Your mind racing with ways to get out of this. Mr. Bennett dismisses the class. You stand up quickly, ready to bolt. Rafe is right behind you, stopping you in your tracks. 
“Of course, I get paired with the fucking nerd, fuck it.” He sighs dramatically. 
“My house. Tomorrow at 5.” Rafe says impudently. 
You gape at him taken aback by his words, you try to force a smile, ignoring his insults. 
“Oh um, I thought we could just meet at the library or something. Coffee shop maybe?” 
Rafe looks at you with disgust like you just said the stupidest thing ever. 
“What did I just say? My house at 5.” He bumps your shoulder on his way out the door. You clench your jaw. You take a deep breath and make your way out the door. 
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You’re standing outside the front door on the massive Cameron's estate. Uneasiness fills your body; you take a deep breath before your fist raps on the door. You hoped no one would answer, and you wouldn’t have to face the darkness that is rafe cameron. The door swings open quickly, startling you. A beat passes you don’t move or blink. 
“You just gonna stand there looking stupid or come inside?” Rafe stares down at you as you shift your feet, trying to will yourself to move. He looks at you expectingly, you slowly walk past him standing in the doorway watching you. You stand in the hallway in awe from the beauty of his home. It’s quiet and clean and massive. You clear your throat when you hear the front door close and lock. 
Rafe makes his way to the couch; your eye catches the open beer on the table and the half smoked joint. You twist your face at that. You follow him sitting to the far side of the couch. Rafe moves closer to you, enclosing the little space keeping you apart. 
Rafe looks you up and down, you were wearing shorts and a short sleeve shirt. The heat making it impossible to really cover up. His eyes lingering on your bare thighs and moves up to your chest. You were distracted from rummaging through your bag taking out the study materials. 
Rafe couldn't care less about the project, but thankful this gave him an excuse to be alone with you. He shifts in the seat and his thighs pressed harder against yours. He feels himself getting worked up by the slightest movement. He was dying to touch you. Your laptop sits on your lap, explaining the work you started, Rafe barely gives you more than a few grunts of acknowledgement. 
“So, you see this is the conflict and we need to offer a more detailed explanation and-’’ You stop taking when you feel Rafe’s fingers lazily brush your bare thigh. Rafe’s eyes are low. He wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. Too preoccupied with his own thoughts. Your eyes flashed to the beer; it was long gone. Your stomach dropped. 
“Rafe.” You said making him look at you. 
“Don’t…” You try to push his hand off you. The way you said his name set fire to Rafe’s grip, making him grasp firmer. He took his other hand to touch your face, he was looking into your eyes.
“What the fuck-’’ You were cut off quickly by Rafe roughly kissing you. You used all your strength to push him back. 
“Get the hell off” you demand, instinctively wiping your mouth.
Keeping him away at arm’s length. Rafe looks at your mad expression. 
“So, you’ll let that dick Mr. Bennett touch you but I can’t?” Rafe spits out, anger lacing his words. You looked confused, not understanding his rage. He stands up, pacing back and forth.  
“He’s-he’s our teacher Rafe, that’s all.” You move the laptop to the table.
“Fuck that. I see the way he looks at you. I bet he dreams about bending your smartass over his desk and fucking you stupid.” Rafe says crudely. He was in front of you now. Close. Too close. 
You sit stunned for a beat. You’re perplexed and a little frightened. Why was Rafe Cameron trying to kiss you? and why was he jealous of your teacher? It was all too much. You manage to spit out some words. 
“What? Mr. Bennett is a great guy and not a sick weirdo like you like to imagine. You’re acting fucking crazy Rafe!” 
That did it. 
That was it. 
Rafe’s fingers were tight on your jaw in an instant. You let out a little squeak. 
“Don’t ever call me crazy, ya hear me!? I’m not fucking crazy!” Rafe yells in your face making you flinch hard. You hate being yelled at; you can feel the tears escaping. 
“I’m sorry” you try to utter despite being Rafe still having his hand on your jaw. 
“Aw you’re sorry?” Rafe mocks your pitiful apology. 
“You should be sorry; you walk around all high and mighty. Like you don’t give a shit about anything or anyone but your stupid fucking grades. Its fucking boring.” Rafe cruel words stabs your heart. He lets go of your face. 
“That's not true! and I know I shouldn’t call you names, but you really said some fucked up stuff.” You try to placate him, trying to get him to ease up. 
“Don’t be a fucking baby, you try to act all innocent, I bet your panties get soaked when that loser touches you. When he compliments you. I bet even when you get a fucking ‘A’ on a test you’re soaked” Rafe obscenely says licking his lips. Sinking to his knees in front of you.
You gulp down. His words and movements make you nervous, even though there is little truth to it. You do find Mr. Bennett attractive, and that makes you feel guilty enough, he’s your teacher, not a peer. Now Rafe is calling it out? Like its written all over your face. 
“No” you shake your head hard. 
“Rafe, just forget it and let’s get back to work yeah?” 
He ignores you. 
You feel his hands on your thighs now. You try to back up and free yourself but can’t move back any further. 
Nowhere to go. 
You’re trapped between the couch and Rafe, his hands explore your thighs, reaching closer and closer to the top of your shorts. 
“Hm, how about now?” Rafe wonders out loud, more to himself instead to you.
“Huh?” you manage, confused at his words. 
“Let’s see if you’re wet. Maybe you like being treated like this. Not being in control. Having someone telling you what to do. Make you do shit you would never do freely?” 
You don’t say a word, a little afraid of what will come out. Your thoughts were so jumbled in this moment.  
You’re scared yet you feel your skin flush. Rafe comes closer to you and hooks his fingers in the sides of your shorts. His teeth connect with the zipper on your shorts pulling it down slowly. You hand flies over your mouth, keeping your whimpers locked inside. Rafe pulls your shorts down and it pools to at ankles. Rafe takes a moment to stare at you sitting in front of him just in your panties and shirt. He pulls your legs apart, spreading them wide. 
“Rafe” your voice quivers. 
You want him to stop but your body desperately wants to be touched. You hated the fact it was Rafe doing it. He hated you and wanted you at the same time, it was twisted and wrong, but he made something spark inside of you. Something you haven’t felt before. You feel out of control and self-conscious. You can feel your wetness dampen your panties. You knew Rafe could tell by the grin that molded on his face. 
“I knew it” he breathed out like he was proud of you. 
“Little little slut” he shoves his hand between your legs, feeling up your panties, the wet spot becoming more obvious. He strokes his fingers on your slit making you tense up; you try to close your legs, but Rafe prevents you. 
“Don’t be shy now…I thought you liked being the center of attention?” Rafe remarks sarcastically, playing with your folds through your panties. You tremble from his touch, you let out a little gasp when your panties are pulled to the side.  
“Fucking hot, better than I imagined” Rafe murmured. Your eyes bug, shocked by his confession. 
“Touch yourself” Rafe rasps, his breathing heavy. 
“What? No, I can’t” you blurt out. That was not what you were expecting.
“Don’t tell me you can’t. I want to see you touch yourself, just like I was doing to you” Rafe stands tall now, his figure looming over you. 
There is little room for argument, you shakily run your hands over your wetness, coating your fingers. You tease yourself lightly, Rafe is watching you closely. 
“Hike your legs up.” 
You almost whimper at his demand. You slowly bring your knees as close to your chest, you’re in a squatting position, spread wide for him. You try to close your eyes and forget he’s there while you do as you’re told. 
“No no, keep your eyes on me” Rafe runs his hands over the tent forming in his shorts.
 You try to keep eye contact with him. Your brain feels like its short circuiting, you want to stop, make him stop. You’re smarter than this. You know this is some sick game Rafe wants you apart of. Another way to fuck with you like he’s been doing since high school. 
“Keep going, don’t stop touching yourself baby” Rafe purrs. He drops his shorts, standing in his underwear. 
Baby
Your breath catches in your throat at that. You let out a moan feeling dizzy, you are close.
Rafe was so satisfied with how you pleasured yourself in front of him, for him. It was almost too much, he wanted to fuck you so bad. But he needed you warmed up for him. He probably wouldn’t get another chance, why not make it good. 
“That's right baby, I want you to cum for me, cum on your fingers looking up at me” Rafe was on edge he was stroking himself slowly, trying hard to stay cool. The look on your face wasn’t making it easy, he can see you were fighting it, he wanted you to let go. 
“Fucking cum for me, cum for me” Rafe practically begs, his own movements losing rhythm. 
You do just that. You feel electricity shooting through you, you jerk against your fingers, your wetness coating them, you let out a broken moan, riding your fingers for a little longer. you try to even your breathing as you come down. 
“Good girl” Rafe praises. You try your best not to sob, you drop your legs and cover your face, feeling embarrassment wash over you. Rafe stalks forward and takes your hands from your face. Knocking you on your back and pins your wrists against the couch, above your head. 
“Rafe, wait please” You sob for real now, not ready to give more, you feel spent after your climax. 
Rafe lets out a scoff and rips your panties down your legs. He pulls your shirt over your head to expose your chest to him. 
“Always knew you had a great rack under all those ugly baggy clothes you wear” Rafe takes your bra pulling it down to cup under your boobs. You let out a groan when Rafe’s teeth meet one of your nipples, he carefully grazes against it, then sucks hard on it, you almost scream at the sensation. When he repeats it on the other side only rougher, you let out a scream, arching your back.  
“Stop, that hurts” you whine, panting feeling overwhelmed by pain and pleasure. Rafe laughs 
“I love hearing you cry baby, it’s so sexy” Rafe groans. He brings his mouth over your clavicle and bites unforgivingly, probably leaving a mark. You sob out, squirming under him. Rafe leaves kisses over your collarbone, then drags his tongue tenderly over your skin from left to right. 
“Rafe, enough please” Your begging falls on deaf ears. Rafe is too lost in the pleasure to stop himself now. 
“Look at me. Now” Rafe commands you look in in the eyes, holding his gaze. Rafe runs his tongue over your lips ever so lightly. He brushes his lips against yours before crushing his them hard against yours, rolling your lips with his. With you distracted by his kiss, he takes this moment to burying himself into you. You plead at him, begging to slow down but Rafe grunts into your mouth losing himself inside you. 
“Fucking Christ, you feel so good, too good.” Rafe rasps. 
He hooks one of your legs over his waist to give himself better access. Rafe lets go of your wrists; you feel the bruises coming. Rafe nuzzles his head into your neck. You try to push him off, to get some space, just to breath for a minute but it’s impossible. Rafe is too far gone, it’s like trying to move a boulder.
You pull on Rafe’s hair, he doesn’t move. He groans loudly while his hips rut into you harder and harder.
“Fuck yes, God you’re fucking wet for me” Rafe moans, his movements become frantic. He’s hungry for you and your fight only makes his desire intensify. You feel defeated you can’t take much more; you’re losing to the intoxicating feeling of Rafe’s cock splitting you open. You dig your fingers in his shoulders hard, he’s growls, and brings your hand to his neck, he squeezes a little too hard not caring about your comfort. 
“You made me like this, it’s all your fault.” Rafe rhythm gets sloppy his climax approaches. You feel him pulsing inside of you. 
“I’m gonna fucking cum baby, deep in you.” Rafe can’t hold back any longer, you plead with him to pull out. You beat on his shoulders. 
“Fuck fuck fuck” Rafe’s hip jerk against you, he goes still inside you. His hand is still around your neck. When he finally lets go you cough, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t get out from under him fast enough, you push past him, grabbing your clothes. 
“What the fuck! like actually, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You’re seething and you have tears in your eyes, you wipe them away quickly. Rafe is still hazy post his orgasm, it takes him a moment to get his bearing. He stands up, gathering his clothes that were discarded. 
“Not so perfect now, are ya? Now we are equals. There’s shit in this world you can’t control, just thought I’d show you first.” Rafe smirks wickedly at you. You’re speechless. Stunned. You huff and frantically grab your belongings. Ready to run the hell out of there. 
“Oh, and we better get an ‘A’ on this project, teacher’s pet.” You can hear the smile in his voice as you slam his front door. 
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