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chaotic-birds · 8 months

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Jason wakes up in the middle of the night and you're not there.

🌙 Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (gn)

🌙 Genres/AUs: Fluff, (emotional) hurt/comfort, established relationship

🌙 Warning(s): mention of kidnapping

🌙 Word Count: 1.1k

🌙 Author's Note: I have so many Jason Todd fic ideas 😵‍💫 For now, I decided to just write this. I normally don't post such short fics, but I want to get used to doing so. Sometimes I just wanna write without thinking of intensive plots 😪 That being said, please enjoy this little fluff piece! Sometimes, we just need some fluff in our lives. Also, this is my first Jason fic after a few years so… 😬 (im a lil nervous)

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When Jason turns to his other side to pull you against him, his eyes fly open.

Your side of the bed is empty.

And cold.

Which means it’s been a while since you left.

You left.

Did you leave or did someone take you?

Jason’s distressed eyes scan the bedroom. There’s no sign of a struggle. Plus, he would at least hope he’d wake up to the commotion if something like that happened.

But if you didn’t get kidnapped, where did you go?

Worry fills his chest and his heart pumps faster at the influx of questions in his head.

All the doubt about whether he’s making you happy clouds his mind. Had he said something yesterday that had upset you? Are you not happy with him anymore? Did someone better come into your life?

Jason groans and rakes his hands through his hair, tugging roughly at the ends to feel something other than uneasiness.

His hands fall to his sides when he sees your belongings at your vanity.

That’s a good sign, right? Maybe you didn’t leave him after all.

Jason slides off the bed and heads out of the bedroom.

“Babe?” he calls.

There’s no answer.

He wanders to the bathroom. Empty.

He goes to the living room. Empty.

Finally, he goes to your home office.

You’re sat in your chair with your headset on, fingers clacking against the keyboard.

The heavyweight he had put on his shoulders instantly lifted. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He takes three large steps before he encloses his arms around you from behind.

You yelp, jumping and hitting your head against his jaw.

He grunts at having bit the inside of his cheek in the process.

Although your arms are glued to your sides, you tilt your head and lift a hand as high as it can go to remove your headset.

“Jay?” you question. “Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

He shakes his head and nuzzles his face against your neck more.

You lax in his arms, rubbing along his forearms and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why are you awake then?” you wonder after a while.

“You weren’t in bed,” he mumbles.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I forgot I had to finish something for work.”

“But it’s half past three. Can’t it wait?”

“Sadly, no,” you sigh.

Carefully, you try to pull apart his arms to free yourself. Jason refuses to let you do so.

“Baby,” you laugh softly when he holds you tighter. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No,” he grumbles.

Knowing he won’t give up, at least not easily, you nod. “Alright then. Should I bring in another chair for you?”

Jason shakes his head and finally lets go. He slides your chair back slightly and sinks to the floor in front of you.

Your legs part when he makes a home between them, wrapping his arms around your hips and resting his head on top of your thigh.

“Comfy?” you ask with a small smile, slightly amused.

He simply hums and closes his eyes.

Your gaze lingers on him before you focus on your work once more. You hurry more now, wanting to get back to bed with Jason.

A few minutes have passed when Jason speaks again.

“I-I thought you left me,” he whispers.

Your hands pause in their movement.

“Oh Jace,” you begin gently and place a hand against his cheek.

His eyes flutter open at your touch. His blue eyes are filled with worry and fear.

“I would never leave you.”

His eyes move between yours, trying to find a reason not to believe you. There’s that rotten side of him that tells him he doesn’t deserve to have company. That it’s inevitable for him to be alone.

“Unless you want me to,” you add.

He shakes his head aggressively. “Don’t say that.”

You smile softly at him. “Then it’s a done deal. You’re mine until the end of time.”

Jason cracks a small smile at your words, lifting his head.

“I like the sound of that,” he says.

Your grin grows. “I do too.”

Jason leans up, and you meet him halfway for a tender kiss.

“I’ve still got more to do. You want to go to bed now?” you ask once you pull away.

“Nope, I’m staying,” he replies, resting his head back on your leg.

His tone sounds lighter now, making your heart warm. Although you love all sides of Jason, this may be your favorite one.

Happy. Soft. Vulnerable.

After forty more minutes, you finally finish.

Jason has fallen asleep and has filled the room with his light snores. Some of his hair lays on his face, some of it slightly ruffled from sleeping in the bed earlier.

Cute.

You bring a hand to his hair, carding your fingers through his soft locks. You scratch at his scalp gently to wake him.

His eyes open, drooping and groggily.

“I’m done, let’s go to bed now,” you say.

He nods and slowly stands up from the floor. He sways a little on tired legs.

“Come on, sleepy head,” you tease lightly and grab his hand.

He lets you guide him back to the bedroom. You sit him down on the edge then gesture in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need to pee; you gonna come with me or will you stay here?” you question.

Jason frowns but nods. “If you take longer than five minutes, I’m coming in.”

You laugh and kiss the crown of his head. “If you say so.”

You know he’s being honest so you rush. Luckily, you make it in time for him not to come get you.

Jason hasn’t moved from when you left. He’s staring at the doorway, feet thumping rhythmically against the floor.

“You’re so needy tonight,” you observe and climb into bed. Jason scoots back until he’s beside you.

“I just miss you,” he sighs, pulling you against him like he originally wanted to do.

You lean back against his chest to feel him more.

“I’ve missed you too, Jay,” you reply.

There's been a rise in crime lately, which resulted in Jason being out in the field more than usual. However, it feels as if there’s a break and you and Jason are making the most of it. You’re sure he will be summoned again soon.

Jason snuggles your body more—if possible—and kisses the back of your head.

“We’re so sleeping in today,” he mumbles, a slight groan accompanying his words.

You giggle. “I can’t protest that.”

“Hm, good,” he says. “Goodnight, baby.”

Smiling, you echo, “Goodnight, Jay.”

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faesdreaming · 7 months

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Yandere Deity - Altar

tw: yandere behaviour, possessive/obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, diety uses he/him pronouns, gaslighting, yandere using his abilities to mess with reader’s perception of reality

“Haven’t you come to worship at my altar?”

•A lone Deity part of a forgotten pantheon, lost to the sands of time. What once was a bountiful temple; filled with offerings and gifts of fruits, meats, candles, with sounds of prayers and hymns of worship ringing through the halls, people streaming in to sing his praise, is now nothing but an empty ruin.

•He’s so very lonely. Nary a person has come to visit him in centuries. Years pass by and he has nothing, no one. Until you. A fateful eve when you happen upon the temple. Hidden away in the heart of a lush jungle, you, an archaeologist, find your El Dorado, your city of gold. You’d long since heard tales of a lost civilization, an Atlantis on land. Yet, here the remnants lay in front of your eyes.

•At the heart of the ruins lays a temple, grand and golden. Although time has chipped away at its’ grandeur, it’s still glorious, in your opinion. It’s a testament to humanity’s evolution. You don’t notice him though, no one does. But he’s noticed you. Nosy little thing, aren’t you? Impudent, little mortal wretch. He ought to kill you for your audacity. Daring to defile his sacred temple, you deserve nothing but the most painful end,

•But, you’re not actually defiling it, are you? You’re so respectful, treating every artifact as though it were the Holy Grail. You revere his temple, it’s a wonder, a marvel to you. It, you treatment, you reverence— you make him feel something new, something foreign. The attention you give him is intoxicating. He’s been forgotten, left behind. Yet, you’re here now. And he isn’t going to let you go.

•So, when a series of natural disasters occurs and suddenly your team is halved, some leaving after the first incident, others meeting fates you don’t want to recall. The others are slowly losing hope, they’ve lost friends, money, time to your passion project. This is your life’s work, you can’t just give up, can you? You don’t want to. You really don’t. But you’re smart enough to know when to cut your losses.

•Then, another freak accident hits. This time is more devastating. Nobody escaped unscathed, nobody escapes at all. Nobody is except for you. You slip in and out of consciousness. One moment, you’re in the rubble amongst your dead coworkers and friends, and suddenly you’re in a bed, soft and warm. You’re delirious, unable to actually make out anything. But you’re certain there’s someone taking care of you. A man. A beautiful man, something, someone, divine. His touch is soft and gentle. Caring even. He placates you with sweet platitudes you can’t quite comprehend in this state, but the smooth baritone of his voice makes your heart soar.

•When you fully regain consciousness, you’re able to see your surroundings. You’re in a room filled with luxury. Ornate decor, golden furniture, the whole nine yards. It’s impressive, if not a little, a lot, off-putting. How did you get here? Who was the man taking care of you? Thousands of questions and thoughts flood your mind. It’s interrupted by him, the man.

“You’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

•You blink in confusion. It’s—he’s— everything is too much. Too overwhelming. He chuckles, it’s a rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. He reassures you, slowly and gently placing a strong hand of on your shoulder. There’s something commanding in his soft tone, something compelling you to swallow the lump in your throat and obey. He laughs again and you blush.

•He introduces himself as the one who’s been taking care of you. Doesn’t offer you any explanation as to why, but you ought to be grateful. After all, you could have been left out to die. He offers you food and water. You eat like a man starved and drink the water as though it were the sweetest ambrosia. He offers to let you stay here— where is here?— with him.

“You may leave whenever you decide to leave.”

•He promises, even escorts you out of the room, down halls that moves and shift, and spin around. You’re dizzy, delirious, unable to care for yourself. He carries you back to the room. How embarrassing. Your apologies when you regain your composure are shrugged off. It’s fine, he insists. You’re sick, vulnerable. He reiterates his offer, stay until you get better— you could’ve sworn he said stay forever— and are able to fend for yourself. You nod your head in agreement. It’s the logical choice, really. You’d probably die on your own.

•He smiles a brilliant smile at you, swears he’ll care for you diligently. And he has been, hasn’t he? You’re beginning to trust him, have faith— why?— in him. He stays true to his word. Working tirelessly to care for not only your body but your mind as well. Sleepless nights are spent with him by your side, telling you folktales and myths, singing soft lullabies to lull you to sleep, or even merely conversing with you. Days are spent improving your health. He feeds you by hand sometimes when you are too weak to do it yourself. When your health shows signs of improvement, you both go on walks, exploring the extensive gardens and many palace— temple, building, you’re not sure where you are— halls.

•He gifts you with many things too. Soft silk robes, shining jewels, ancient tomes and books, everything you desire you’re given. It’s not your fault, really, that you start to love him— do you?— especially not when’s he’s so kind. So handsome, beautiful really. He looks inhuman, like something divine. He’s attentive and nurturing. Your own prince charming. Your feelings grow as time progresses— how long has it been, you need to leave— until you can’t contain it.

•One day, as he presses a warm cloth to your forehead, you notice just how close he is. How he’s just out of touch. You greedily drink it in, unconsciously inching closer until your lips are pressed against his. The kiss is soft, chaste and you immediately pull away. Your stammering and feeble apologies are interrupted by his hand cupping your cheek. He leans in, your heart thumping in your chest, and kisses you again. This time, you don’t pull away.

•He, your lover, your heart loves you too. It’s surreal— too surreal— and your days spent together become all the more special. You’re utterly content with him, he’s become the air you breathe, the light of your life, you’re everything. It’s only natural for you to become consumed by him. By your life with your beloved— to forget you ever had a life before— spending eternity forever in his arms.

“We only have until forever, love.”

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angelic-sturniolos111 · 4 months

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Some Privacy 🌌 pt. 1

You’ve been staying with the triplets in LA for a few weeks and are growing incredibly sexually frustrated being in Matt’s presence all the time. A late-night hot-tub sesh between the two of you reveals all…

matthew sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: smut in future parts 🤭, mentions of rape, lots of sexual tensionnnnn

author’s note: quite possibly my best work to date tbh had to make it into parts

future parts will be linked here =>

Y/N’s POV:

The triplets, close friends of mind, were kind enough to let me stay with them in LA for a few weeks while I had off from school while I work remote. They’ve showed me all around LA and we’ve spent a lot of time together having fun and making content for their YouTube channel. Everything has been great, and I really have no reason to complain, except for one thing…

I’m horny as fuck.

Normally, my libido is a little above average I’d say, but there’s one major contributing factor to my frustration.

Matt Sturniolo.

I’ve always had a crush on him since we’ve met though I’d never act on my feelings in fear that he’d reject me. Aside from my feelings for him he is absolutely, incredibly, insanely hot. I can never get my eyes off of him when we’re in a room together. The way his stubble perfectly contours his jaw, his big veiny hands, the tattooed, everything. Though he wasn’t just a looker, he’s also one of the sweetest kindest people I’ve ever met— which is why I can’t risk losing him as a friend.

I’d typically handle my current situation on my own. The problem is, I’m sleeping on the triplets couch in the living room. Knowing those night owls, anyone could enter the room at any given moment, and I can’t risk getting caught. Not only that, but we’re always together and not once have I had the house to myself or any moment of privacy since being here.

I’m laying on the couch seriously debating on whether or not I should touch myself, but then my mind wandered to the thought of Matt possibly catching me in the act. The thought of Matt watching me touch myself made my situation worse as the heat built up between my legs and my heartbeat got that much faster.

“Ugh— fuck this.” I said to myself. I got up off the couch and grabbed some of my workout clothes to change in the bathroom. Then I went back into the living room by the front door and sat down to put on and tie my sneakers. The only other way I could let this frustration out would be to go for a run, and that’s just what I planned to do until I hear a door creak open.

I see Matt stepping out of his bedroom, clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt, rubbing his eyes as if he’d just woken up.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah, I was kinda already awake and I thought I heard you— wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?” He questions once he sees me dressed and tying my shoes, ready to head out the door.

“I’m going for a run.”

“Ummm no you’re not.” He says in a serious tone.

“Ummm yes, I am.” I reply in the same tone.

“Y/N, I’m not letting you go for a run alone this late at night.”

“I’ll be fine Matt,” I say as I stand up and start grabbing my bag and water bottle. He roughly grabs my wrist and stops me forcing me to look up at him.

“NO you are not going! You’ll get kidnapped, or raped, or something… I am not letting you leave this house.” He said sternly. I sighed, staring up at the ceiling in surrender.

“Why do you want to run this late anyways?” Matt says letting go of my wrist and leaning against the kitchen counter. I pause thinking of how to answer.

“I’m just… stressed.” I half-lied.

“How come?”

“It’s ummm— it’s complicated. I’m just really stressed and needed to hash it out somehow so I could relax and go to sleep.” Matt nods his head in response, and though the room is dimly lit I can still see the concern behind his blue eyes.

“How about I go get the hot tub heated up and we can relax in there together, okay?” The hot tub? Alone, with Matt? Before I could protest he speaks up, “C’mon, go put a bathing suit on and I’ll meet you out there, k?” Matt says assuredly. I sigh, turning back to the living room to get a bathing suit out of my suitcase and change again.

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I push open the sliding glass door to see Matt already in the bubbling, steaming hot tub. He's in his bathing suit, shirtless, the front strands of hair gently clinging to his forehead from the steam, soft blue light of the hot tub illuminating his face… Fuck. In no way was this helping my sexual frustration.

I saunter over to the tub and step in letting the hot water consume me. The pulsing jets hitting all the right spots on my lower back and shoulders. I inhale deeply feeling the humid steam fill my nostrils. I exhale letting my head fall back onto the side of the tub.

"Feels good?" Matt asks. My heart skips a beat at his question as I imagine him saying it to me under different circumstances, and for the filthiest of reasons.

"Mhmm." I hum in reply, not dropping my head back to look at him because I know that would just drive me up a wall.

I stayed in this position for a while, head back and eyes closed as I try and focus on the soothing sensation the hot tub is giving me while also trying not to bring my attention to Matt knowing that would only make my situation worse.

"Why are you stressed? What's on your mind?" Matt asks bringing me back to reality after zoning out. I reluctantly drop my head back down and open my eyes to meet his. Big mistake. The steam had collected on his skin causing small beads of water to fall down his chest into the tub. His arms were outstretched against the walls of the tub, and his legs part wide open as he laid his back against the tub wall. Despite being submerged underwater I could feel my core getting increasingly wet.

"I told you it's complicated, and it's personal…" I reply shyly.

"Awe c'mon Y/N, you can tell me. You know Nick nor Chris can have mature conversations about our feelings like I can." I sigh. He's right. I've always been able to talk freely and openly with Matt about my problems, my anxiety, and he opens up to me about the same things.

"I've been very… frustrated recently." I say hesitantly, looking at the blue bubbling water to avoid eye contact.

"How come? Is being in the house with us too much? I know we can be a lot sometimes so if you want to go home that's totally fine, we'll understand." He says genuinely. My lips curl into a smile huffing out a light laugh at his cute assumption.

"No! No that's not it at all. I love being here with you three." I say bringing my eyes up to find Matt's already looking deeply into mine. He raises his brows slightly and tilts his head indicating for me to continue. "I've been," God, was I really about to tell him this?

"I've been sexually frustrated. Extremely." I say, not breaking eye contact. Everything inside of me is vibrating and I feel like sinking down into the tub and drowning myself in it.

Matt's eyes widen slightly as his mouth gently parts. "Oh…" he said softly as that was all he managed to get out. He dropped his arms into his lap and stared at the water looking deep in thought. We both didn't speak, only for a moment, but the silence made time feel like it was dragging out forever.

"Why, then… Have you— have you touched yourself at all?" Matt stutters out. I can sense he's just as nervous as I am to have this conversation, but I also can tell that there is genuine concern laced in his voice.

"No. Trust me, I've wanted to. I’ve been sleeping on the couch in the living room, so I haven’t. You and your brothers are up at all hours of the night, and one of you has come into the kitchen for a late-night snack, or come to the living room to see if I was awake to chat or film. So I feel like I just haven’t had enough privacy to do so— that’s all.”

Matt and I have had many deep conversations before, and I am always super honest with him because he makes me feel safe and comfortable. But right now, I’ve never felt so vulnerable in front of him.

“Mmm.” He hums, his eyes darting away from mine.

A few moments of slightly uncomfortable silence pass before he pushes himself off the hot tub wall and slowly makes his way over to me. Our eyes lock again, but his are different this time, darker.

“We have some privacy now.” Matt says in a low, deep tone.

We? My breath hitches in my throat.

Suddenly, everything in the atmosphere changed. We deeply stared into each other’s eyes. Our stare was one where we both didn’t have to speak, and the silence felt comfortable. His stare quieted the millions of thoughts racing in my head until I was only focused on him and how my body called for him. I no longer felt vulnerable. I felt stronger. Confident.

I could see in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing I was, and his blown out pupils told me he wanted it just as badly…

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zepskies · 24 days

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Take Me Home - Part 9

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from.

AN: We’ve made it, friends. 🥹 But stay tuned, I have a special announcement after the end of this chapter.~

Word Count: 4.1K

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

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Part 9: A Choice to Make

There was a man in your bed.

You were pleased to discover that, although your kidnapping of two days ago hadn’t been a dream, being held warm and secure in someone’s arms this morning wasn’t either.

After slowly blinking awake, you looked up from a familiar freckled shoulder to find Beau’s peaceful face. His hair was a floppy mess, his mouth parted in sleep. It made you smile.

His arm was heavy around your waist. It was nice, but you contemplated how you were going to get over to the bathroom and freshen up; maybe fix your hair, brush your teeth, put a little makeup on…

You were careful in how you grasped his hand. You were about to try and peel his arm off without waking him.

“If my alarm hasn’t gone off, means it ain’t morning yet,” Beau rumbled with his eyes still closed.

You stifled a laugh, but you tried again to pull his arm away. He held you to him tighter.

“Where you think you’re goin’?” he asked. His southern drawl was thicker when he was sleepy.

You giggled lightly and rested back against his bare chest in defeat.

“Was gonna try and fix myself up a little, before you saw me in the raw light of day,” you confessed.

You’d caught a glimpse of the yellowing bruise on your cheek last night in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t a pretty sight. You weren’t really sure how Beau could see past it.

But at your words, Beau finally cracked his eyes open. He made a show of glancing up and down your body, clad in just your black silk camisole. He couldn’t see the rest of you under the blankets, but what he did see, he liked quite a lot—aside from the parts of you that were still healing.

“You look just right to me,” he remarked, tugging at a strand of your wild, likely knotted hair. “Damn beautiful too.”

Your smile of amusement grew, along with your blush.

“Flatterer,” you accused. Though you rolled off his arm, fearing you were cutting off his circulation. You moved onto his chest instead, where he held you by your waist and you rested your head over his steady-beating heart.

“Nope. That’s the truth, darlin’,” he said, with a deep sigh. You didn’t see the way his eyes closed in contentment. He knew he’d have to get back into work today, not to mention check on Emily and Carla. For now though, he could focus on this. On you.

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. It was a mere whisper against his skin, but he heard you just fine. It was a good question.

“Eggs or pancakes?” he posed.

You smiled, but you shoved at his shoulder.

“You know what I mean,” you said wryly.

Beau’s resulting deep breath raised you as well. He nodded, brushing your hair back away from your face. You pushed up enough to look up at him.

He gave you a quirking smile.

“I want this to stick,” he admitted. “I wanna take you on a proper date and make it official.”

You smiled back at him. “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “We’re in agreement.”

But you didn’t realize that anything official would take more time than either of you thought.

Two weeks later, you returned to the precinct with another basket, this one full of snickerdoodle cookies for the whole squad. Poppernak was especially excited when you handed them over to him.

Beau must’ve heard your voice, because he came out of his office to greet you with a broad smile.

“Well, hey there,” he said. You went to him with a smile of your own, but you waited until he’d led you into his office by the small of your back.

Once he shut the door behind him, he pulled you close by the waist and greeted you with a proper kiss. You didn’t even mind the scratch of his beard against your chin. You just caressed his cheek and met him with as much as he gave.

But all too soon, the kiss dimmed to embers, your lips parting softly from his. He thumbed at your cheek.

“To what do I owe this little visit?” he asked.

“Nothing really,” you said. He sat on the edge of his desk, and you followed him, standing between his legs. His hand stayed comfortable on your hip. You toyed with the top button near his collar.

“Fall semester is starting up in a couple of weeks. I don’t have too much of the summer left,” you said. “I’m trying to be ready but…I don’t know.”

You were a bit nervous about it. After the ordeal of this past month, you’d started seeing a therapist to work through some of that trauma. Sometimes you had nightmares, found it hard to focus on things during the day. You worried that it would affect your work once your classes started up.

Beau knew what that thinly veiled worry in your eyes meant; you’d confided in him after your first therapy session a few days ago. He had been supportive, and even somewhat open to your suggestion that he see a professional himself, for the things he still held deep inside.

“The rocky summer’s almost over,” he encouraged, squeezing your hip. “You’re gonna do great, sweetheart.”

You thanked him with a smile, though your fingers became more gripping on his shirt.

“There is something else that’s kinda bothering me,” you said.

Beau grabbed your hand and held it. “What’s that?”

You leveled him with a knowing look.

“I’m just curious on what we’re doing exactly,” you said. “Considering you still haven’t asked me out ‘officially official.’”

Beau’s lips pressed together with a guilty sort of smile.

“Okay, yes, I’ve been working on that,” he said.

You laughed incredulously. “What’s to work on? It’s a simple question. I promise you, I have a simple answer.”

“But it’s not quite that simple,” he said. That made you pause, along with the sobered look on his face. You slipped your hand out of his and crossed your arms.

“What do you mean, Beau?” you asked.

He grasped your arms gently and let out a deep breath.

“Okay. I just talked with Carla last night,” he said.

It wasn’t a great way to kick things off if he wanted to reassure you. He seemed to know that, and so he spoke quickly.

“After everything that’s happened, she’s thinking of selling the house and taking Emily back to Houston,” he said.

Your face fell with shock. You laid a hand on his chest; to steady him or yourself, you didn’t know which.

“Oh wow,” you uttered.

“Yeah,” he nodded. He dragged a hand over his mouth. You had a feeling this news had been keeping him up at night.

But, you had to voice a thought that began to make your stomach churn with unease.

“Are you…would you move back too?” you asked.

Beau met your gaze with a conflicted one of his own.

“Besides the fact that I got a lot of ghosts in Houston, there are important reasons why I should stay. Why I want to stay,” he said. He picked up your hand again and held it with both of his. “But I also want and need to be there for my daughter.”

You nodded, even as tears burned in your eyes. You knew how hard this time was for Emily right now. What she needed was stability. She needed her father.

“I don’t know what to do here,” Beau admitted.

It was hard, but you breathed through your upset and tried to reign in your tears. You met his gaze and squeezed his hand back.

“You know what I want,” you said, “but you need to do what you think is best. Both for Emily, and for yourself.”

“That’s not an easy question to answer,” he said.

You shook your head. “It might not be, but that’s where we are.”

Your eyes fell to your joined hands, until Beau propped a finger under your chin, guiding your face back up to his. He gave you a kiss that was supposed to be sweet, and comforting.

He only succeeded for the moment.

“Oh God, it’s like I don’t even know you!” you exclaimed. Though you were still laughing.

Beau raised a finger in protest. “Hey, I stand by pineapple on pizza—”

“Alone, Dad. You stand alone,” Emily said. She had a recorder app going on her phone, placed between the three of you in your living room. This marked Episode 1 of her podcast, and already it was going off the rails.

“It ain’t that bad. That’s all I’m saying,” he laughed, holding up placating hands. “Pizza is pizza.”

“Said the human garbage disposal,” you smirked. “Where do you put that one, in your second or third stomach?”

“Nah, the fourth one,” he said, patting said stomach. “It’s got the most room. Very handy at a buffet. Or at Donno’s diner when he puts out the weekly specials.”

You laughed. Beau grinned. Emily made a face of disgust.

“Okay, gross,” she said. “Moving on to the next question.”

“How many you got there anyway?” Beau asked, reaching for the piece of paper she’d printed off with all of these “Questions for Couples.” He’d caught sight of a few spicy ones on there that he’d rather not be asked by his daughter, let alone put on record.

Emily snatched the paper away before he could take it from her.

“Okay, next. What’s the first thing you noticed about each other when you met?” she read off.

You and Beau glanced at each other with curious smiles. That was something neither of you had talked about just yet.

“How about for you?” Emily directed her question at you first. You blinked wider eyes.

“Oh! Um…” you trailed. Beau crossed his arms, adopting a sly, expectant smile. You bit your lip to avoid laughing in embarrassment.

“Okay, well, as you know, we met on that camping trip. If I remember right, I saw him from behind first,” you recalled.

“Liked what you saw, huh?” he teased. You laughed and tried not to blush in embarrassment.

“I noticed how tall he was. I wondered if a mountain man was coming to join us,” you quipped. Beau’s smile kicked up a notch. “But it wasn’t until he turned around, and I saw his handsome face…for me, it was his eyes.”

You were a bit bashful to admit that, but when you looked over at Beau, said handsome face had softened a touch. His hand snuck behind you to settle at the curve of your waist, stroking a thumb along your back.

“And for you, Dad?” Emily asked.

You shot him an expectant look. Beau cleared his throat, looking between his daughter and back to you. Then his smile returned.

“Well, I noticed right off the bat that she was beautiful, of course.”

“Good answer,” Emily nodded, laughing a little. You couldn’t help blushing.

Beau slipped his hand off your waist to come up and brush your cheek instead.

“For me though, it was her smile that did me in,” he said. “She looked up at me, and I uh…yeah. That got me. Was thinking about her for a while after Cassie and I left the camp.”

With that admission, you found yourself melting further. You looked down at your folded hands in your lap, trying to save face, but Beau wouldn’t have it. He took one of your hands in his, brought it up to his lips, and pressed a kiss over your knuckles, making your face warm up further.

Emily watched you both in amusement. She smirked at the next question listed on the page.

“Okay, who pays on dates? Is it Dad every time?” she asked.

Your expression turned dry as you glanced at Beau.

“Well, I wouldn’t know, considering we haven’t been on a real date yet,” you remarked.

Beau gave a tight smile.

“All right,” he said. “Next question, please.”

A couple of days later, you crossed paths with Carla by chance while you were getting office supplies. She was getting moving boxes. There was a stack of them in her cart.

After exchanging some painful small talk, you heeded a gut instinct that had you offering to buy her lunch. So the two of you went to a café in the same plaza, where you each had a sandwich and fries.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

Carla smiled, taking another fry. “You mean can you ask me something uncomfortable?”

You stifled an awkward laugh. She really was a good lawyer.

“Yeah, that,” you said.

“Sure,” she replied.

You stared back at her for a moment, steeling yourself. You both knew what this was about to be. It was a conversation weeks in the making, but it didn’t make it any easier to begin.

You decided to peel off the Band-Aid.

“Do you still love him?” you asked. You knew you didn’t have to specify whom. Carla sighed and set down her iced tea.

“In a way,” she replied. “I’ll always care about Beau, and I want him to be happy, I do. This has all just been…too much.”

“I understand that,” you said.

Carla hid it well, but there was pain behind her eyes as she looked away. Your heart broke for her a bit. She’d barely been remarried a year before this hellish summer uprooted her entire life.

Now she and her daughter were living in a big empty house that was meant to be for three. Carla had just finished telling you about her plans to sell it, but that also implied that she and Emily were moving.

“Part of this is my fault, I know,” said Carla. “I’m the one who married a man like Avery—”

You gently stopped her with a hand on her wrist. You met her gaze with empathy.

“What he did, and what happened after, that wasn’t your fault,” you said. “I know what it’s like to be with a man who lies.”

It took her a moment, but Carla accepted that with a slow nod. You took your hand back, and once again, you tried to gain your courage to dive into deeper waters.

“I also understand that you have to do what you feel is right for Emily, but…”

Carla met you with a more wry tilt of her head. “Let me guess. You don’t think we should leave Montana?”

Your gaze fell. “I know it’s not really my place to say—”

“And if it was?” she countered.

Your lips pressed together. Well, if she wanted to hear your opinion, then she would have it.

“Look, Carla, I was with Emily through the worst of it,” you said. “I know very well what she’s been through. But another out-of-state move when she’d just started getting acclimated, possibly separating her from her father, is that the right call?”

“You’re assuming Beau would stay. For you?” Carla asked. Her words were pointed. Sharp enough to cut you.

“I won’t lie. I don’t want to lose him…but despite his responsibilities here as Sheriff, I suspect he might leave if you asked him to. If it was for his daughter,” you said. Letting out a breath, you looked down at your folded hands on the table. “I love Emily. I want him to do what’s right for her. But selfishly, I want him to take care of himself too.”

Carla considered that, and you, with a nod.

The two of you continued sipping your iced teas for a while in silence.

When you asked for the check, the server informed you that Carla had already paid for it.

The woman gave you a parting smile before she left. You weren’t sure if she’d done it to treat you, or just to win.

That same night, Carla invited Beau over for dinner with her and Emily. It was pizza Friday, like they used to do as a family.

It was familiar, but different now.

They all were different.

Carla asked them to join her in the living room afterwards, with Emily sitting in a lounge chair while her parents sat on the couch. Beau wasn’t sure what Carla was up to, but he was going along with it.

She took in a deep breath, folding her hands in her lap, and focused on her daughter.

“Em, I need to ask you something.”

The girl looked confused, and a little apprehensive at this point.

“O-kay…”

“I know this past month has been…hard for all of us,” said Carla. “Especially for you, sweetheart.”

She took Emily’s hand.

“You know I think it’s best that we go back to Houston,” said Carla. Emily dimmed at that, and her mother could see it. It pained Carla inside to come to a realization…

“But, I think maybe I made that decision for me, not for you,” she said. She had to blink back the sting of tears. “So, what I’m asking is, do you want to go…or do you want to stay here in Montana?”

Beau glanced over at his ex-wife in surprise. He’d never known Carla to change her mind on anything. But now, now he had hope.

He tried not to show any of that to his daughter though. This was up to her now, and he would support whatever she said next.

“R-Really? I get to choose?” Emily asked. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she looked between her parents.

Carla nodded, attempting a smile through her own tears. “Yes. I, and I’m sure your father, want to do what’s best for you here. What do you want to do?”

Emily considered the question. Yeah, she missed her friends back at school in Houston. They still texted and kept in touch through social media all the time, but she knew it wasn’t the same.

She hadn’t been happy about moving to Montana at first…but after meeting Cassie and Denise, helping them with their cases—it made Emily feel like she was doing work that mattered. That something she did really, truly mattered, and would help people. That was a cool feeling.

Also, she’d met you. She’d begun to find a kind of older sister in you. Someone who encouraged her projects and her creative side without thinking it was too weird, or too annoying. And of course, she could see what you meant to her dad now.

Besides all that though, she just had this gut feeling. Like going back to Houston would be like going backwards.

Emily’s lower lip wobbled. She tried to stop it, but her emotions bubbled over.

“I like it here,” she admitted. “I…I want to stay.”

Beau welcomed his daughter over into a warm hug between them on the couch. Carla rubbed her back and nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Then we’ll do that.”

They stayed like that for a while. Until eventually, the teen wanted to go back to editing her podcast. She was getting a hang of the editing software, and she wanted to post it online by the end of the week.

“Okay, but I want to hear the final cut before that gets released into cyberspace,” Beau called after her when she ran off into her room.

Carla shook her head and wiped her face dry.

“I still can’t believe you let her record you,” she said with a laugh.

“You and me both,” Beau admitted. If you hadn’t cajoled him into it, he probably wouldn’t have.

And the thought of you had him smiling to himself, more warmly. He’d couldn’t wait to call you…but no, this was something he should tell you in person. He turned to Carla.

“You’re sure about this? About staying?” he asked.

She nodded with a sigh. “We’ll just downsize to a smaller house. Though I will need you to keep sharing more of the custody responsibilities with Emily, presuming you’re able to get out of that trailer of yours.”

Beau wanted to argue that there was nothing wrong with his trailer (sure, it was a bit small. They’d been managing just fine). But as to not look a gift horse-in-the-mouth, all he did was nod in agreement.

“I’ll work on that,” he said.

“Thank you. Beau, I’m grateful for you,” Carla said. Her eyes were honest. “You gave me our daughter. And I’m glad you’ve gotten better, that you’ve been able to work through some of your issues. I think your girlfriend has had something to do with that.”

A smile quirked at Beau’s lips, and he nodded.

“That she has,” he said.

After his shift the following day, Beau met you at the end of your painting lesson at the local art studio. Everyone was starting to pack up their painting supplies. He managed to come up from behind and surprise you.

He tapped you on one shoulder, but appeared on your other side, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He laughed in light of your gasp.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted.

You narrowed your eyes at him in amusement.

“Hey, yourself,” you replied. “Good timing! I just finished.”

While you gathered up your supplies, Beau admired your latest painting that was still drying on the canvas. He whistled lowly.

It was a landscape of Mount Helena. There was mist near its mountain peaks, and dense trees at its base, and wide plains of green, dotted by a couple of horses ranging free.

You swiveled toward him in your chair and looked up at him with a smile. The same one that caught his eye when he met you.

“After everything, everything, I don’t regret coming here,” you said. Your voice shook a little, and your eyes shone with emotion. You stood from your seat and slipped your hand into his. “This is still the place where I got the courage to start over. And it’s where I met you.”

Beau’s face softened.

“So no matter what you decide to do,” you said, “I won’t ever regret knowing you, Beau Arlen.”

His own smile crinkled the corners of his eyes then. He swept a gentle thumb across your cheek.

“I came to tell you that Carla and Emily are staying in Montana,” he said. “So am I.”

You sucked in a trembling breath. Your tears bubbled over and fell, but his hands were there to catch them, framing your face.

“But aside from all that,” he said, with a note of humor gleaming in his eyes. “I’d really, really, like to ask you out to dinner tonight. Call it ‘officially official.’”

You laughed and smiled so bright. You nodded and let him pull you into a warm embrace. He just surprised you by hefting you into his arms next. You yelped and clung to his shoulders.

Your art instructor, as well as a couple of lesson goers remaining in the studio, clapped and whooped and laughed at the way he started carrying you towards the exit.

“Wait, wait, go back! My stuff!” you said, gesturing at your workstation.

Beau graciously backed up so you could grab your bag of paint supplies and your canvas from the easel. It was a little awkward, but you both laughed as he tried to angle you out the door of the studio. He started walking you down the sidewalk.

“Where’re you taking me? My car’s that way,” you pointed in the opposite direction.

“I believe I asked you to dinner,” said Beau, with a teasing grin. “I don’t wanna waste no time.”

You wanted to point out that your hands were stained with paint, and you weren’t dressed for a date in your jeans and plain sweater, and this wasn’t exactly what you meant by asking you out…but maybe you didn’t need a “color-coded list” for everything.

Maybe you could let yourself be a little spontaneous for once.

“Okay, Beau,” you breathed a laugh, and rested your head on his shoulder. “Take me wherever you want.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he said slyly. He kissed your forehead. “I’ve got plans for you.”

When he reached the passenger side of his truck, he set you down on your feet. He unlocked it and held the door open while you set down your things. You pivoted on your heel and grabbed the front of his shirt, so you could pull him down to you for a kiss.

He tasted like the promise of good days to come.

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Summary: When Beau starts pulling away from you and Emily during a very difficult case, will the pressure make or break your relationship?

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Hey hope you’re days going well, I just wanted to make a request that I thought abt last night. I wanted to ask if you could do smt where the reader is sleeping in the next room and she woke up from a nightmare all freaked out so she sliped beside klaus and he was telling her that she was safe and that she is a good girl, just smt all sweet and safe but maybe if you can fit it in a little smut to calm reader down 😮‍💨

Let me protect you

I woke with a gasp as the rush of adrenaline shook me out of my nightmare. My heart raced and my skin felt burning hot as I sat up and pushed the covers off me. I took ragged breathes as tears fell down my face.

Hesitantly I got out of bed, my legs felt weak and shaky as I stood and I went straight for the light switch. I wiped my eyes and cheeks as I looked around to make sure I was alone and my dream was just a dream.

I crawled back into bed and sat down for a moment before pulling my knees to my chest and covering my mouth with my hands.

The nightmares had been here every night since the incident. Turns out life with the Mikaelsons isn’t that great. Id come with Hayley to New Orleans when she thought she’d found her pack and ended up getting close with Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah. Unfortunately that came with a target over my head and resulted in a kidnapping.

I had assured everyone that I was fine and I’d rather just move on from it and so everyone agreed to drop it. Everyone except Klaus. He had tried to talk to me about it a few times since but I brushed him off which ended up making him feel bad and distance himself from me.

I felt bad for pushing him away, it wasn’t his fault it happened and I knew he blamed himself but I didn’t want to tell him what had happened while I was taken, I wasn’t ready. But that didn’t stop the memories from haunting my mind.

And as much as I didn’t want to go make a fuss about it, at the same time I just needed someone to hold me or tell me it was okay.

Hayley was at the bayou for the night and so Klaus was the next person I would go to. Even though we weren’t talking as much recently, I knew if I went to him, he would never turn me away.

So I went to his door and knocked lightly but he didn’t answer. I felt like a nervous child going to their mothers room to wake them up.

Which much reluctance, I opened his door and looked inside. The duvet only went up to his waist exposing his bare upper body. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he breathed slowly.

I quietly shut the door behind me and made my way to his bed. I faltered in my step when the floor creaked and I thought I’d woken him but he didn’t move so I lifted the covers and got in beside him.

I silently tried to lay down without rustling the covers. I turned to lay on my side and face the opposite direction to him as I put my head on one of his pillows.

My legs curled up so I lay in the fetal position. I let out a sigh as I stared at the painting that hung on the wall in-front of me.

It felt like I laid there for hours before Klaus’s body rolled over and his arm went around me. I stiffened at the feeling and slowly turned my head to see if he was awake but he was still out.

I managed to turn in his hold as he pulled me closer. I could feel my face getting hotter as I was held against his chest. Hesitantly, I nuzzled a little closer and allowed myself to take comfort in his touch.

Several moments later I heard him mumble something before his hand pet my hair lightly and he shifted to sit up slightly.

“Y/n?” He rasped sleepily as he cupped my face to have me look up at him. I could just about make out his face in the darkness and nodded. “Love? How long have you been in here?” He asked with a yawn. He pushed himself up against the headboard and kept me tucked to his side

“I don’t know…not too long” I whispered and he furrowed his brows a little. “I had a bad dream is all and well I knocked but you were asleep…but I can go back to my room”

I went to get up but he pulled me straight back to him and tightened his arm around me so I couldn’t leave. “Nonsense sweetheart” he mumbled “stay” he whispered and I wasn’t in much of position to argue, physically or emotionally. I nodded and lay relax against him again as his hands held me close. “What was your dream about?” He asked softly and I frowned with a shrug

“Don’t remember” I whispered and he hummed. He moved about a bit before pulling me onto his lap and kissed the side of my head.

“You can sleep here for the night” he murmured softly as his hand rubbed up and down my arm gently. I pressed my cheek to her chest, my eyes fluttering at the warmth that radiated off his skin.

“Thank you” I uttered as his hold on me tightened.

We laid there for a small while, I must’ve fallen asleep for a moment because before I knew it I was back in that room and screaming for someone to come save me. It wasn’t long until Klaus was there, right in that room and trying to tell me to calm down. It didn’t make sense that he was there, he didn’t turn up the last time. I didn’t realise it was a dream until I woke up with Klaus’s hands pinning me to the bed as I kicked at him aggressively and tears covered my face.

I froze when I realised it was Klaus who I was fighting and turned my head to look around in confusion.

His grip on me loosened and his thumb swiped the tears away from under my eyes. I went to push myself up but he presses a hand to my chest to keep me down. “It’s okay love” he whispered, “you’re okay now”.

I sniffed a bit and rubbed my eye “I’m sorry” I told him quietly

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault they took you” he argued

“I don’t blame you” I whispered. The back of his fingers grazed my cheek and his lips pressed to my forehead.

“Then you’re a fool” he muttered and I smiled a little. He laid back down beside me and pulled me back to his chest “I should have saved you” he confessed. I’m all honesty it was him that I had been yelling for to save me, I was obviously still more than happy that Hayley and Elijah had come and got me but I had wanted him. That might not have been fair to him, he was probably really busy fighting for his own life but at the time I had been upset. Obviously I realised now how ridiculous it was to be mad at him for something so silly but I couldn’t find it in me to argue with him that he should’ve been the one.

I swiped my palm over my cheek and moved my arm over his chest. His arms slipped around me and pulled me on top of him completely. “You were so strong that night” he whispered “I’m so proud of you…and I know you’ve wanted to keep being strong by keeping it all to yourself but I don’t want you to pretend. I want to protect you now…just let me take care of you” he murmured and I nodded reluctantly. I relaxed against him and sighed softly.

I should’ve let him help me earlier.

But I suppose late is better than never so now was just as good a time as any.

I let my eyes close as his fingers played into my hair. My heart fluttered when his lips brushed over the shell of my ear and he whispered the words “good girl” to me before kissing my temple.

I nuzzled up into the crook of his neck as he began to rub along my back leisurely. Warmth left me as the duvet was pulled down to my hips but I didn’t complain, it was too hot anyways. My body stiffened momentary as his hands slid up under my top against my bare skin to my upper back. He hugged me closer than possible, my chest was squished to his and I felt his legs shift so they were tangled with mine. I let out a breath once his touch slid back down to the bottom of my back, his hands choosing to squeeze my hips lightly.

I felt his lips press to the top of my head as the pads of his fingers wondered the length of my body. “I’ll take care of you” he whispered quietly. I kept almost silent and still, my body reacting on its own as he continued to draw swirls and patterns up and down my skin.

With each breath I took, the more of him I seemed to feed on. His scent and warmth and touch and softly spoken praises. My stomach fluttered when his fingertips moved down past my back to my arse. I was only in panties and a t-shirt while he was only in his boxers so there wasn’t much between us as he began to feel the waistband of my underwear.

He kissed along my hair and then my forehead, I pushed myself up on my forearms so his kisses could continue down my face. His lips touched everywhere but my own, instead our foreheads rest together and his nose brush mine as my heart rate increased and his hands moved under my panties to squeeze at my arse gently. We both let out a hot breath as he did so and I could sense the smirk tugging at his lips as he repeated the action.

“Such a good girl” he murmured, his mouth just brushing mine teasingly with each word. I could feel a certain heat begin to pool inside me, my body began to grow needier as his hands borderline massaged my arse until I let out a soft moan and moved my hips to brush myself against one of his thighs.

He hummed before allowing our lips to touch, just lightly to begin with before they were moving together in perfect sink. He pulled me further up his body, pulling my legs over him to straddle his hips to give me a little more control as I kissed him back. His tongue brushed my lower lip to part it from the top one to deepen the moment. I make a noise of surprise when a ‘snap’ sounded through the room and I felt my panties slid away from my body.

I pulled back and he let me to see the item in his hand that wasn’t cupping my arse. He lifted them to see the glistening wet patch that had spread across the material making my face flush red and my skin to burn hot.

Neither of us spoke a word before he brought them to his mouth slowly and let his tongue taste the warmth. I could feel my body tingle at the action and my eyes widened slightly as his eyes rolled back into his head and closed. I swallowed down the saliva that was flooding my mouth as he put the panties on his bedside table and cupped the back of my head to pull me back down and let our lips press together again. I went to pull away as his tongue met mine but he kept me there, having me taste myself on him as his other hand began to encourage my body to rub against his.

His mouth left mine, only to travel along my jaw and down my neck as he shifted me to sit directly on his clothed dick, I could feel my body getting wetter, hotter and more nervous as I ground against him and his hands gave gentle pats to my arse to keep me going.

“Let me love you” he whispered and my heart squeezed in my chest. We had both known that the other cared for each other deeply but neither of us never said a word about it out loud, until now. “Tonight, tomorrow, and every day after that” he murmured into my ear before kissing just below it and lifting me up by my thighs so I couldn’t grind against him anymore.

He looked to my eyes, a soft yet seriousness to his gaze making me nod “every day, forever” I confirmed and he nodded.

“Good girl” he whispered and before I could blink he was completely nude and I was placed on-top his cock, my pussy pulsing as he moved his hips to slide himself against my folds. My breathing got laboured as his tip knocked against and around my clit. His hands kept a good grip on my waist to control both our movements. I glanced to his face but his eyes were trained on where our bodies met as his teeth bit down on his own tongue and his tip slipped inside me.

My breathing grew shallower as he pushed me down via his hold on my waist until he was halfway in. I let out a whimper as my body adjusted to fit him and he groaned softly. “Tight” he mumbled to himself before his eyes found mine and he smiled lazily before kissing my lips gently before pushed me further down until he had bottomed out completely.

My brows scrunch together in pain as I stretched around him while his head dropped back against his pillow with a loud groan. His arms moved around my waist and he pulled me tight against him, our bodies pressing together. My upper body was still clad in a slightly too big shirt as he lay completely bare beneath me.

I laid my cheek against his upper chest and let my eyes shut, my hands smoothed up his arms to his shoulders. I could feel his touch slide back up my back until his fingers were in my hair and an arm was round my waist. A soft moan left my mouth as hips began to rock gently. His breathing shallowed as he continued to move within me slowly. His hand gripped my hair as I rubbed my fingertips against his shoulders.

“You feel so soft” he whispered making my cheeks heat up. I could feel myself squeezing his cock as he moved a little bit faster. “So warm” he mumbled before releasing a puff of air. His lips pressed to my head and down to my ear, “so wet” he breathed down my spine. Another soft moan left my lips in response and I began to help slide myself along his length to match his movements.

My breathing quickened, my knees digging into his sides as he sped up our pace. His hand form my hair moved to cup my jaw, lifting my face closer to connect our lips. He hummed against me sending a buzz through my body as he sped up again.

The kisses were soft and loving, both of us keeping as quiet as we could despite a few moans, groans or whimpers between heavy breaths. Mostly so we wouldn’t wake the whole house and also because we were both still tired and our bodies were ready to sleep.

That was until the intense pleasure became much more apparent as his tip rubbed over a sensitive spot inside me. A needier moan bubbled through me at the sensation and I pushed our lips together a little harder.

His arms wrapped around my waist before we were rolled over so he was on top. His hips moved to mine considerably faster as his mouth seemed hungrier.

A hand moved from my waist and brushed over my thigh encourages me to open them a little wider. I let out as gasp and my hands pushed at his shoulders gently to pull my lips away from his as I felt his thumb press to my clit. “Klaus” I whined as my walls clamped around him and he groaned.

His other hand tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as his breathing turned to panting as his hips stuttered every so many thrusts.

I whispered softly as his thumb rubbed against me and his cock began to release hot spurts inside me. My thighs opened as wide as I could manage as he pushed me over the edge, his hand covered my mouth as I came and his movements slowed. His eyes fluttering as he pulled himself out of me and dropped to lay beside me. His hand left my face and I was pulled right back against him for his lips to press to mine again.

My breathing calmed and I kissed back gently before he pulled back away and his hands smoothed over my hair. Both our faces formed smiles as he kept me to his side. “I’ll bring you to the bathroom and we can clean you up, then we can try getting you to sleep again, okay my love?” He whispered while pulling me onto his lap and moving us to the end of the bed. His arms moved, one under my legs and one round my midsection as he lifted me and walked us to the bathroom.

He sat me on the toilet seat and told me to wait. He disappeared for just a second before returning in clean boxers with one another pair in his hands and one of his tops. He pulled the one I was wearing off, and his gaze landed on my chest for a short while before he cleared his throat and pulled the top over my head, I slid my arms through and basked in his scent. My lips kept pulling up as he got down onto his knees with a warm cloth to wipe me clean. Very few words needed to be spoken as he did so, both of us just feeling comfortable enough to continue in the quiet.

A yawn forced its way out of me while he pulled a pair of his boxers up my legs to my hips. Before I knew it, I was back in his hold and brought back to his bed. He dropped me down making me breath a soft laugh before he was on-top of me and pulling the duvet over us both. My mouth opened to speak but his lips stopped any words from leaving. From there he planted kisses right the way round my face before snuggling closer and pulling my face to his neck.

“You should try sleep now my lovely…I promise I won’t let any bad dreams or memories get you” he promises and I nod with a small smile

“I don’t think I could have any bad thoughts after that” I whispered and he hummed

“I should hope not” he murmured with a growing smile “but just incase, I’ll be here every night”

“Oh? Every night? Do I get a relaxation session each night as well?” I giggled and he chuckled

“I will show you my love every night, every morning, every afternoon and every moment in between that I can have my hands on you” he whispered and I kissed him briefly.

“I’ll stick around then” I mumbled and he squeezed me tight

“I’ll be waiting”

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takusan-no-ai · 1 year

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Damsel in Distress

PAIRING: Albert/Leon/Chris x Female Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: Albert, Leon, and Chris save (Y/N) from her bio-weapon kidnappers.

In order for Albert to see you as necessary of saving you’d have to be a part of Umbrella Corporation. Someone he could use to further his obsession on becoming the perfect specimen. And you’d have to be his woman; if he didn’t care about you then he wouldn’t save you.

Albert will make quick work of the mission. He finds the hideout fairly easily, the bio-weapon kidnappers not even being an obstacle. Albert will get more and more frustrated the longer it takes him to rescue you.

The sheer amount of kidnappers is enough to give Wesker a headache. They won’t just stay down and surrender, and the last thing Wesker will tolerate is disobedience.

“Where is (Y/N)? I know you have her. She’s taken, so give her back,” Albert threatens the kidnappers, but naturally they won’t relent; stubbornness runs in Umbrella experiments it would seem.

When he does find you he’ll finish off the rest, hold you in his arms, and run faster than he ever has before. “Wesker, can you please slow down? I’m getting dizzy.” “Can’t. I set up a nuke.” “Again?!”.

Higher security around you from now on. The last thing he needs is his lover and partner being a target from his own enemies again. Wesker won’t admit it the way you want him to, but he’s always going to show his love for you by keeping you safe.

Leon was ordered to find and rescue you by the federal government since you’re his teammate and lover; plus, you know information that would be compromising to the government. They even tried to convince Leon to “fire” you if the mission seems too risky.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” Leon didn’t have much of a filter when it came to your safety. He knows he shouldn’t talk down to his superiors, but he doesn’t like them speaking of you as if you’re easily replaceable.

Leon seeks Ingrid for help on tracking your location. “Sure thing Leon. I’ll help you find Miss. (Y/N). But you owe me one, I’m not getting paid for this.” Ingrid finds you with the tracking device put into your ring; Leon gave you a matching ring so that the both of you could always find each other if something ever went wrong.

His ptsd from the raccoon city incident pushes him to be so paranoid. Leon couldn’t handle not seeing you for even a few hours after the incident. And just when he was getting better, you get kidnapped by a bunch of bio-weapon scum.

When Leon finds you he puts in overtime. Killing each enemy no matter what they throw back at him. “(Y/N)! I’m here for you, so just hold on.” Once you’re freed, the both of you fight alongside one another to safety.

After the rescue, Leon prefers you both stick closely together until he calms back down. He might even try to get a day off just to rest with you, his girlfriend.

When Chris hears about your disappearance he acts on instinct. It takes his teammates to slow him down and help him come up with a plan first. They even offer to help him find you. “Remember Chris, there’s no I in team!” “No.”

He spends hours awake, practically living off the coffee, so that he doesn’t waste a moment while trying to find you. His sister, Claire, found some info herself and helped him. Thanks to everyone you were quickly found and now it was just a matter of saving you.

Chris knew you’d be able to take care of yourself, so if you were kidnapped, then the bio-weapons must’ve been a real challenge. “We need as much man power as we can get. These guys could be a real danger if we go underprepared,” Chris said to his team.

By the time they finally find you, Chris has had enough; he’s furious, tired, and worried. Furious that they kidnapped you, tired from the sleepless nights of tracking you, and worried that you might be hurt.

If you have no wounds then his worries are subsided, but if you even have so much as a scratch, then he’s going to blow the place up. Your safety has become tied as a number one priority with his sister’s.

After everything is said and done Chris will want to train with you some, just to help avoid another incident like this from happening again.

- Fin

#female reader #resident evil x reader #chris redfeild x reader #chris redfield #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #headcanon

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its-freaking-jordan · 1 year

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My special flower…

Yan!Muzan Kibutsiji x fem! reader

You were an ordinary human, living in the Entertainment District until, you laid eyes on Him.For you to be something he least expects., his blue spider lily

This includes;Blood,needles,killing, eating human blood,kidnapping,cussing, sharp objects,Stalking

Main idea was from @moonnime <3

Muzan never expected to find the Blue Spider lily in years, that is until you, a mere human, who caught his attention.

You are a pretty well known person that works in the ED, people loves each of your performance that you put on for them at night. They love your voice/dancing/singing skills, but there was this one person who you caught a glimpse at in the crowd that was watching you. He worse a black fedora with a suit, his eyes were like ruby’s in your eyes.

He caught a glimpse of you, and was lost in your eyes, your eyes were blue, like the blue spider lily. He need wants you, he just knows it. He knows that you would be his last piece..

Once your performance was over, you gathered all of your belongings together, and packed it up for the night, quickly you found your blindfold and put it on, changing your hair as well. You were making your way to a food stand, all of a sudden you blacked out..

You woke up to a new place, to you it looked pretty but also confusing. There was many rooms just by the looks of it, you can get lost in seconds, then you heard a Biwa play. You’re in a new room, it looked nice. The door creaked open and you saw the Man who caught your attention at the ED.

“So you’re awake, good. How are you my dear?” Before you can speak he interrupted you. “My name is Muzan..Muzan Kibutsji, you wont be needing this blindfold while you are with me..”

Thats how you ended up here, Everyday was a nightmare to you. You’re never able to leave, see the sun or your family and friends. Muzan swore to you that they are safe, but you highly doubt it. You met his Uppermoons but you are forbidden to speak to them. He had killed your family though, and ate them too. He didn’t want them to be around you, or try to find a way to communicate with you.

One time before he kidnapped you, he was watching you from afar. I mean he knew everything about you. Blood type, favorite food ect. He even sent his Uppermoons to watch over you when he couldn’t. He did knock you out cold, using his sharp nails to draw your blood and using a needle to take some it to use as a experiment.

“Y/N come here..” He sounded rather annoyed with you. You on the other hand was shaking like hell. You had no idea what you did, you did everything he said to do right? A giant pit was in your stomach, you heard Muzan from his lab area. Making you way to the door, your just standing there, debating is you really want to open the door or not. You know he has eyes all over the place, especially on you too. You sighed and opened the door to be met with a furious Muzan. He motioned for you to enter and close the door behind you, being scared enough you did it without a question. A hard slap was on your face, causing you to stumble back.

“Just the hell where we’re you last night and, did I specifically tell you to not leave?” He asked demanding you to answer him back almost instantly. Then it hit you, Akaza and you we’re outside watching the fireworks he told you about, but little did you know. Muzan saw you both. You were at a lost for words. “I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied almost instantly. Hoping he would buy it. Another slap was heard through the air, this time causing blood to drip off from your cheek.

“Lie to me again Y/N and it will be worse. I’m only doing this to protect you and, you should know this. You will love and obey everything I say.”

I will do a part 2 soon..But for now this is all I have <3 Im sorry if this is not the best, I’m trying to get better.

#kny #demon slayer #kny muzan #muzan x reader #x female reader #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer x you #kny x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x you #demon slayer muzan #kny kibutsuji #female reader #muzan x you #upper moons

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timidpumpkin · 1 year

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Little Light (Stucky x reader)

Part 2: Nyctophobia

Nyctophobia//meaning//fear of the dark

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Summary: Steve and Bucky want you to adjust to your new life as easily as possible. Unfortunately, you don't quite seem to understand that yet.

Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Forced age regression, Female reader, Kidnapping, Implied drugging, Manipulation, Reader cries, Some violence against reader, Slapping, Being tied up, Implied super insanely tall Steve and Bucky.

Warnings for future parts: Panic attack, Slight dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome. (Will add more as needed)

Let me know if I missed any!!

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Let me know what you guys think! hehe:)) I can't wait to post the next part! Also, minors DO NOT interact, and if you're above 18, please put your age in your bio, or I seriously will block you (not joking).

Minors and Ageless blogs DNI or I WILL block you.

Heavy.

You feel heavy. Every part of you does. Your eyelids in particular seem to weigh a ton as you will them to open.

Are you sick?

Your eyes reveal the lights are dim in your room. Except–this isn’t your room. You’ve certainly never seen that light fixture before, and the bed you’re laying in feels much wider than the one you’ve slept in most of your life. You shift, attempting to gain a better perspective of your surroundings when you feel something around one of your wrists. Your cloudy brain starts processing that you might very well be in a dangerous situation. You use your free hand to fumble with the object binding you to the bed, but it’s useless, it’s no regular rope. Frankly, the material isn’t anything you recognize and there’s no way to get it off.

You manage to get yourself into a somewhat seated position when you notice your clothes. You’re wearing a long-sleeved sleep gown–something you don’t own. Underneath it, you feel…crinkles, and padding where your underwear should be.

Then you hear it–footsteps. You make a vain attempt to free your arm again, but it only serves to dizzy you, blurring the world around you as you register two figures making their way through the door.

“Oh, she’s awake.” A voice speaks, delight in their tone.

You hear a gruffer voice mutter something you can’t quite make out.

Your vision begins to clear somewhat as one of the figures kneels beside the bed.

“Hey sweet girl,” the first voice softly greets you. “I’m so sorry we weren’t here when you woke up.” his hands reach for you. Naturally, you back away, distancing yourself from him, but the binding on your wrist only lets you get so far.

“Wha-what’s going on?” your words come out slightly slurred through your weak and weary voice.

“I know, you must be so confused,” he sits on the bed then, reaching for you again. “come here, and we’ll explain everything, okay?” His tone is almost patronizing, as if he’s speaking to a child.

“N-no-I–” A powerful arm yanks you forward. It’s the other man. He maneuvers your body in front of theirs, letting the first man encapsulate your arms. You try to twist away from him, but it’s useless as his hold on you feels even stronger than the material that binds you to the bed frame.

“Be gentle Bucky, we just got her.” he says lightly rubbing the roughed-up area on your arm.

Adrenaline must be on your side, sobering you up as you register the…stranger.

“S-steve?” you say, disbelief in your tone.

“Yeah,” he smiles, “I knew you’d remember me, but you don’t have to call me that. It’s just Dada from now on okay? And this is daddy.” he nods to the dark-haired man beside him–Bucky, who doesn’t look all that friendly, not that you would necessarily ascribe that word to Steve right now though. Bucky has longer hair, essentially shoulder length with a few pieces that frame his deep-set eyes. He, like Steve, has a beard, though it’s more on the scruffy side.

Steve’s words confuse you. You try tearing yourself away from them, but again, it’s to no avail as his grip only tightens around you. It doesn’t necessarily hurt, but its firmness indicates to you how easily he could hurt you.

“None of that now sweetheart,” Bucky tilts his head at you, reaching to gently caress your face before trailing his fingers down your jaw, and gripping your chin. “Dada’s going to explain everything. You just need to listen for him,” he angles your face towards Steve. “You can do that…can’t you doll?” you feel his question is more of a demand. You don’t answer as you continue staring at Bucky with petrified eyes. They then share a look, one you can’t discern the meaning of.

“Hey,” Steve tries averting your attention back to him and Bucky’s grip releases you. “There’s no need to be scared, we’re not going to hurt you,” his eyes are almost…pleading, imploring you to believe what he’s telling you. You shift your wrist, your uncomfortable position making it hurt. “would you like me to take that off?” he offers. You nod. “Okay, but when I do, I don’t want you trying to run off…understand?” You nod again, just wanting to be free of it. When Steve still hasn’t moved though, Bucky speaks.

“He asked you a question, doll. Answer it.”

“Uh-yes…” they still only look at you, unmoving. So you try adding “please.” you say softly.

“Oh, so polite for us. I told you she’d have good manners with us,” Steve says, beginning to fiddle with the ‘rope’ tying you to the bed. You turn to watch him work when you feel Bucky’s hand on your jaw again, turning you to face him this time. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you while Steve works mysteriously on your wrist. It only takes a moment, and when Steve bends down to place the rope on the ground, illogical instinct takes over.

You move as fast as you can, somehow, freeing yourself from Bucky as you find both your feet planted on the floor opposite the bed. You make for the door, but before you can even register what happened, Bucky has you. Arms pinned behind your back and chest pressed against him as your feet dangle off the ground.

“Looks like she’ll need to learn how to listen though.”

“Let me,” you thrash yourself as much as you can, “go!” desperate to get away from whatever this is.

Steve is now beside both of you. “Stop fighting us angel,” he appeals, helping bucky secure your kicking legs. “we’ll tell you everything you need to know if you just stop resisting. And besides…it’s really no use. You’re only going to hurt yourself if you keep this up.”

You let out another grunt as you try to move, once again, to no avail. Your tired body gives out, slumping in their hold.

“There’s a girl.” Bucky praises. You’re busy catching your breath when Steve suggests moving to the living room.

Bucky, for a moment, considers letting you down to walk, but ultimately decides against it as he scoops his arm under your knees and carries you to the living room. You try absorbing as much information as you can.

The living room is just outside the space you were just in. Gray and navy accent the furniture and decor. There’s a fireplace across from the couch Bucky sits down on, with you laid across his lap. You can see a kitchen adjacent to the living area. Windows give you a glimpse of trees upon trees. It’s…homey. However, your quick scan reveals no door to the outside world that you can see.

Instinctually, you try to move off of Buck’s lap, not liking the vulnerable position, but he holds you in place as Steve settles on the chaise part of the couch, beside you both.

“Pretty in here, isn’t it?” Steve asks. You don’t respond. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you a full tour in a bit.” he smiles, patting your thigh lightly, the way a person would do with a close friend or something. Except, you’re not his friend. You barely know him, you’ve only met Steve once, and you’ve certainly never met Bucky. Bucky–he looks familiar, but you can’t place his face immediately. Much like when you first met Steve, you’re pretty sure you’ve only seen his face on the news.

“Princess?” Steve says taking a hold of your hands that are resting at your navel. He gently holds your hands, and you resist the urge to pull away. You’d like to think that’s because you’re a quick learner, but really, you know you’re in no condition to put up another fight. Hell–even if you were, you’re quickly realizing how pointless that would be.

“Remember what I said? We’re not going to hurt you, but you can’t be acting out like that, okay? Are you ready to listen now?” You nod your head, still frightened, but…undeniably curious as to what he’ll say. “Use your words sweetheart.” Steve encourages gently.

“I-yes, okay.” Steve looks at you as if he’s expecting you to say something more, but decides to continue anyway.

He begins by telling you how captivated he was by you the first night you met, but how he also…worried about you. He reiterated the same words he told you that night, telling you how unsafe it was to be walking alone like that. But it wasn’t just that, he saw how pure and innocent you are. He and Bucky decided they needed to protect that innocence, and keep you safeguarded from the outside world.

“It’s dangerous out there doll, haven’t you seen the news before? All kinds of awful things out there.” Bucky chimes in.

“We saved you angel. We brought you here to take care of you. We know it’s something you can’t handle on your own, and that’s okay. There’s nothing you have to worry about anymore, except being our good little girl.” Steve beamed at you, but you felt like you were spinning. You could certainly hear the words coming out of their mouths, but you were also certain, you did not understand them–okay, maybe you do understand, but you can’t just give in to this…lunacy.

“Confused babydoll?” Bucky snaps you out of your thoughts. He’s been peering down at you the whole time, caressing the back of your head.

“Poor girl,” Steve says, pity in his voice, “I know this is all so new, but you’ll start to see in time.”

“We’re going to take real good care of you, doll. All you have to do is listen to what Dada and I tell you, and you’ll be safe, with us." Bucky adds.

You shake your head and start fighting Bucky’s grip again. “I’m not-I’m not doing anything! This is crazy! You’re-you’re insane!” it’s all you can think to say before you feel a sharp sting on your face. It shocks you and immediately brings tears to your eyes.

“I don’t like that tone, babygirl. Now I know you’re confused but that doesn’t mean you get to talk back to daddy like that. Do you understand me?” Bucky grips your face in his large hand. “Look at me when I’m talking to you doll.” His harsh words only make you cry more. Steve leans in then, softly wiping the tears from your face.

“Hey hey,” he speaks softly. “it’s okay, she’s just learning, you’re just learning aren’t you babygirl?” you hesitantly nod in agreement, it seeming the safest option at the moment. “Why don’t I get you some juice?” he offers, “would you like some juice?”

You nod again, sniffling. Bucky’s grip on your face tightens “Words, doll.” he warns.

“Y-yes, I’d like some juice…p-please” you sound so…meek when you speak.

“Good girl.” Steve smiles at you. When he returns, he hands Bucky a…bottle. You can’t tell its exact contents but you can tell by the condensation blanketing the outside of it that it’s cold. It’s then you realize just how thirsty you really are. Your mouth would water if it could.

You try sitting up again so you can drink. You’re confused when Bucky holds you in place and starts bringing the bottle to your mouth. You try turning your head to the side but he holds you in place, bottle tip pressing against your shut lips. There’s no way you’re letting him force you to drink.

“Open,” he demands.

“MMM-MM” you try saying no through your closed lips. Bucky has Steve help hold you still while he tries forcing it into your mouth again.

“Don’t make me open that pretty mouth for your doll,” Bucky says, “‘cause I will.” he promises, and you don’t miss the sinister grin on his face. Still, your mouth remains shut tight as you struggle against them. It’s then you feel an intense pinching on your thigh–it hurts, it really hurts.

You instinctually let out an “ow!” as Bucky swiftly uses that moment to slip the bottle into your mouth, holding it there firmly.

“Drink.” He orders.

“Come on babygirl, you need the nutrients,” Steve’s soothing voice encourages you. “just drink a little for us, okay? It’ll make you feel so much better.” he tries to persuade you, but you don’t want to. For all you know, it could be tainted–drugged even. You don’t want to feel as bad as you did when you woke up again. They don’t budge though, and after you realize they’re not going to back off, you give in, sucking on the tip.

It’s apple juice,

good apple juice.

You try analyzing for any foreign substance–as if you’d be able to tell–but it tastes perfectly normal. No, delicious actually. Your thirst takes over as you take more than a few sips. They both hold you in place while you empty the bottle for its contents, praising you as you go.

“Very good…good girl,” Steve murmurs the rest of his praises to you, now gently petting your head.

“See now, that wasn’t so hard was it babygirl?” Bucky’s face shows no discernible emotion. He sounds condescending, but for a moment–maybe even less than that–you swear you see a glint of…admiration in his eyes.

“Would you like some more? Maybe some water?” Steve offers. The juice really did help you feel better with your body lacking hydration and calories. So, reluctantly, you nod your head.

You feel another sharp pinch at your thigh then.

“Words sweetheart. You need to learn to use ‘em” Bucky explains.

“y-yes, water, please.”

“Yes please…what?” Steve prods. Was there some other magic word you weren’t aware of? “You need to start using our names babygirl”

Oh.

“Yes, please…Steve,” you say only to feel yet another pinch to your thigh causing you to yelp. “Ah! Stop that!” It hurt. It hurt the first two times, but now you’re certain they’ll be a bruise there from it being inflicted so many times.

“It’s okay, Buck.” Steve says.

“She needs to learn.” he replies sternly, eyes still trained on you.

“I know,” Steve looks towards you, “but you’re still just confused, aren’t you little girl? You just need your daddies to teach how to be good, huh? That’s okay, we’ll go over more of the rules later, but for now, you need to know to call me ‘Dada’, and Bucky ‘Daddy’ okay?...Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”

Oh.

“Princess?” he urges after a moment of silence.

“Yes, p-please…Dada.” you mumble the last word begrudgingly, but also because you feel slightly embarrassed at the word. You shouldn’t be, they are making you say it after all, but you can’t help the funny feeling it gives you. It makes you feel so small. You try to ignore the flushed feeling that fills your cheeks too.

“Good, very good princess.” he smiles at you before leaving and returning with a different bottle, one filled with water this time. “Now just sit here, drink your water, and keep being a good girl for daddy while I go make you some food. I know my little girl needs to eat.” he leaves you with a pat to your head.

Bucky is holding the water-filled sippy cup, with his other arm supporting your neck. “You wanna sit up?” he asks. And you do. Anything to get out of this position and into a more comfortable one. One where maybe you can’t be as easily subdued…maybe…probably not. You nod and he glares at you, eyes narrowing in warning before you quickly answer, not wanting to be pinched again.

“Uh-uhm, y-yes…D-daddy,” his eyes relax, his face returning to its normal scowl, and he gently helps lift you up. His hands never leave your body, attached to you in some way as he sets you beside him, your back now against the soft cushion of the couch. You gingerly take the cup from his hand when it’s offered to you.

He watches you the whole time. You don’t look at him as you try keeping yourself busy with drinking and looking at your surroundings. You can see Steve to the left in the kitchen. You wonder what he’s making.

Several minutes go by when you feel it. You squirm a little, just to be sure, and you are. You have to pee. You also become acutely aware that your ‘underwear’ feels crinkly, and…puffy. You can’t see, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d say you have on a diaper. You think you noticed it earlier but so much has gone on since then, that you haven’t had time to think about it, or that fact that it means they put it on you. They put your gown on too. You don’t like the implication of any of it.

You bite your lip, not sure how to ask for what you need, feeling the urge grow.

“You need something sweetheart?” Bucky asks, tilting his head down to you.

“Uhm…”

He speaks lower this time, almost whispering. “You need to go potty?” you nod your head sheepishly, too embarrassed to speak. He seems to think for a moment. Eventually, you look up to him. “You can go right here if you want to babygirl,” he says, more softly than you’ve heard him speak thus far. “Or, I can show you the bathroom if you want to be a big girl.” The implication of what he just said only adds to your embarrassment ten-fold. You want to hide. But you definitely need to use a real bathroom, so you speak up.

“Yes-I mean, yes I would like to use the bathroom…please…daddy” you hate how you can’t even look him in the eye.

But Bucky loves it. He adores how timid you are right now. So embarrassed. He can’t help but relish in seeing your soft and leery face turned downward as you attempt to hide from his gaze. How difficult it is just for you to speak to them, stuttering over every word. She really is perfect.

He stands and offers his hand to you. You take it, and he starts guiding you back to the room you were in before. You freeze as you near the door. He looks back to you, cocking his head,

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You don’t know how to answer him. You just know you feel terrified. You just know you don’t want to go back to the room where this all began. The room where all the lights were dim. The room where you woke up feeling awful. The room where you were tied to the bed. The room where-

“You scared of the dark, doll?” he asks, you swear you see a tiny smirk on his face. He reaches in with his hand and the room in front of you brightens up. “Better?” he looks back at you. You nod slightly, still scared. “come on then.” he lightly tugs at your hand and you cautiously follow.

Now that the lights are on you can make out that this must be their bedroom. The bed sheet covering the large bed is slightly ruffed from where you laid. There are personal objects scattered across the dresser and side tables. Decor of art and sorts covering the walls. In this light, it’s just as…welcoming as the rest of the house.

He leads you to another door, and puts his hand on the doorknob before you can, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I won’t go in there with you, but if I hear you try anything, don’t think I won't come in there,” he steps closer to you, towering over you, much like steve. “and I will know if you do.” He lowers his hand and steps back just enough so you have to squeeze by him to get through the door. You don’t think he’s as tall as Steve, but he’s close and still looms over you nonetheless.

The bathroom is sizable, to say the least. It has two sinks, a large whirlpool tub, and a shower on the opposite side of it.

Once you’re done, you struggle to pull up your…pull-up. You breathe a sigh of relief when you inspect it, and it’s clean. At least you didn’t wet yourself while you were out. And how long were you out? You know you got home late, and they must have…taken you in the night. You noticed a clock on the wall earlier showed it was now around 4 pm. You must have slept for a long time.

You debate on taking the pull-up off completely–throwing it in the trash, but as you have no replacement underwear, you figure this is better than going without.

Bucky calls from outside the door, asking if you’re almost done. You quickly wash your hands, finding yourself having to stand on the tips of your toes just to reach the soap.

When you emerge, Bucky looks you up and down as if he’s assessing you for something–what–you’re not sure.

Once you’re back, the food is ready as they guide you to the dinner table near the kitchen. Bucky’s hand hasn’t left yours as he guides you into the seat, only releasing you to take his own. In front of you is a bowl of mac and cheese–one of your favorite dishes–and honestly, it looks delicious.

Your stomach growls in agreement as you start to dig in. You're only a few bites in when you notice, through the corner of your eye, a door. It’s to your right.

“Is it good sweetheart?” Steve asks. You nod with your mouth full, hoping the food will excuse you from having to answer them properly. They’re not eating with you, but they are seated across from you at the round table. Not far–but it’s certainly the furthest both of them have been from you since your arrival, and the longest you’ve gone without them holding you in some way.

You don’t know what overtakes you. Probably your flight instinct telling you this is the only chance you’ll get. You hastily shove the bowl across the table to bucky–since he’s the closest to the door–hoping it’ll give you enough time to distract him as you bolt towards your exit. Somehow, you make it. This is it, you think. But-

Of course.

It’s locked. It won’t budge as you thrash the handle like a manic until you feel hands tearing you from it, whipping you around.

“I guess you really don’t know how to listen.” Bucky stares down at you, eyes darker than you’ve seen them before. Steve is close behind with any kind of softness gone from his face as well. They both look livid. “Didn’t we just tell you not to run away from us?” his voice gets louder. He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder in one swift motion. “You know, I really didn’t want to have to punish you on your first day here.” he begins carrying you somewhere as you thrash against him.

“Then don’t! Let me go! Put me down!” you beat your arms against his solid back.

“I’m afraid you won’t learn your lesson unless we do” you hear Steve say. Your swaying view tells you you're heading up the stairs. You continue the assault on Bucky’s back until you're in a different room where he puts you in a chair that’s facing the corner of the room. You have no time to move as Steve is quickly pinning down your legs, while bucky forces your arms backward. They work together tying you to the chair with the metal rope used on your wrist earlier.

“Just had to be a bad girl.” Steve mumbles as he finishes his work. He looks up to you, and you see… disappointment in his eyes. “we told you not to fight us, princess, you brought this on yourself,” he says standing up.

You plead with them, begging them to let you go with heavy tears beginning to fall, but it seems to fall on deaf ears. When bucky’s done with your arms, he stands up, truly towering over you now.

“Until you’ve learned your lesson,” he grabs your face pointing it directly at the blank wall. “you’ll stare at this corner,” you sob harder, not even realizing you had started crying. Bucky leans down, his mouth right next to your ear. “cry all you want, doll. It won’t matter.” you respond with more fruitless pleas. “We’ll come get you when we’ve decided you’ve had enough.”

and they leave you.

Silence takes over the room and that’s when the tears really begin. You're screaming into the air, begging to be let go. You yell until your vocal cords physically hurt, and then you're just sobbing again. Quiet tears tickle your face as you have no way to wipe them.

Your head hurts from crying. You feel awful. Your body hurts from the position you're forced in. You’ve been crying this whole time…can’t they hear you?

You don’t understand why you’re here. Less than 24 hours ago, you were living a normal life, and now you're trapped, truly imprisoned in this house with two men you barely know. They say they want to take care of you. If that's true then why did they tie you up and leave you here alone?

Shouldn't they know how much that scares you? You’ve been in here for hours. So long the sun has disappeared completely, leaving no light in the room. Doesn’t Bucky know how scared of the dark you are? Didn't Steve say how dangerous it was for you to be left alone?

Your heart hurts, why aren’t they coming to take care of you like they said they would? Is it really because you were that bad…so bad…

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emotionalmessss · 1 year

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Dead End Pt 2

A/N: this was originally supposed to be a one-shot but I decided to expand on it a little more. Hope you guys enjoy. you can find the first part on my blog. :)

Synopsis: chrollo comes back for his ex-girlfriend who managed to escape his grasp. non-canon. no spoilers.

Warnings: yandere chrollo, obsession, kidnapping, stalking, forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, angst. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 3.3K

I found myself slowly beginning to come back to consciousness. My body is burning with life but my mind is confused and uncooperative. Slowly, I begin to regain my bearings. My eyes twitched as my surroundings became more clear. The room was spinning as I rubbed my eyes hard. No. I wasn’t in a room. I’m in a car. The room isn’t spinning, but moving fast across a flat road.

My head lolled to the side as I found myself awkwardly placed on the seat. My legs were placed up on something soft, while the rest of my body was slumped against the door.

I blinked a few more times, the bright light felt blinding to me.

“You’re awake.” I jumped at the voice, still feeling slightly disoriented.

My head snapped to the sound of the cool voice, earning a groan from me in the process. My eyes immediately adjusted, seeing Chrollo seated beside me. His gaze was directed forward, not even looking at me.

“I trust you slept well, as you were curled up to me like a kitten.” This time, Chrollo tilted his head ever so slightly in my direction, a tiny smile pulled at his lips. His eyes were focused down on the seat that we both sat upon, drifting up and down for a moment.

My brows furrowed at him in anger while my eyes drifted down towards his lap, where my bare legs laid on top of his own. Bare. My eyes snapped open and I shoved myself up in the seat, sliding my legs off his in the process. A bright blush formed at my cheeks when I realized I was still only wearing my underwear and t-shirt, which was bunched up at my hips. He was eyeing me up. My hands fumbled with the hem of the shirt as I pulled it down as much as the fabric would allow.

“Ironic, considering your reaction last night was to try and kill me.” Chrollo chided, his head fully turned towards me now, his eyes shifted back towards my lower half. I tugged the shirt down further at his gaze, earning a slight chuckle from him.

I pressed my body up against the side of the door, putting as much distance as I could between him and I. In such a small space and nowhere to go, I felt suffocated by his presence. A tingle of discomfort spread across my body and knotted up in my throat.

“Lucky for you, I was unsuccessful.” I hissed.

Chrollo chuckled again, his attention turning away from me again.

Silence filled the car as I glanced out the window, not wanting to communicate with him. My eyes watched as we passed down the streets of York New. I had no idea where we were going, and I frankly did not want to know right now. My mind only thought of one thing; to escape.

I had been stupid to think I could’ve evaded him forever. I knew deep down in my gut that I never stood a chance, but my brain refused to acknowledge it. Still, even in my current situation, all I could think of was getting as far away from him as possible. Irrational thoughts started to pour into my mind, even going as far as wanting to strangle him with the seatbelt.

I was desperate, but not that desperate. A physical fight would surely end up in his favor, as I didn’t stand a chance against him in that regard. My eyes drifted to the front seat, but I could not see who was driving the car we were in. I knew it had to be someone close to Chrollo, so calling for help would be futile.

My head rested against the cool glass, watching as we passed several cars on the road. My eyes widened for a moment, a thought popping into my head. Mind you, not a smart one.

I glanced towards Chrollo, who was looking out the window. His hands splayed across his lap as he paid no attention to me. My hand slowly lifted up towards the handle of the door, pulling at it slowly as I continued to eye him.

The handle extended as far as it could but the door refused to open. I frowned, pushing against the door a little harder. It refused to budge. Panic set in and I pulled on the handle harder now, slamming my body against it.

“Child locks.” Chrollo said without even glancing at me. “I’m surprised you’d even consider jumping out of a moving car just to get away from me. You never cease to amuse me.”

I gritted my teeth in anger, placing my hand back down onto my lap. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded, my hands clenched up in tight-white knuckled fists.

“Home.” He answered.

My head turned back towards him. His legs were spread open casually, a book now held in his large hands. I hadn’t even noticed him taking out his book. His head tilted to the side as he flipped through the pages casually. He was just like I remembered him. Calm to the end.

“You took me from my home.” I spat back.

Another flip of the page in his book. “I would hardly classify that as a home. Besides, you would’ve moved to a new place within a few months. Isn’t that right?” His hands lowered the book down onto his lap as he looked over at me.

My mouth dropped open, watching him with a wide eyed expression. “I-”

“How many places have you called home before you fled soon after? What was it? Four? Five?” Chrollo taunted me.

He knew all along. My body slumped against the seat, my eyes staring blankly at my hands. The blood flushed from my face, my jaw slacked in surprise. Soft, labored breaths escaped my parted lips.

Chrollo wasn’t finished though. “I will admit, it was quite the hassle to find you, at first. All you did was run, trying to delay the inevitable. You must’ve known that I would’ve found you sooner or later.” During my daze, I had not realized how close Chrollo had gotten to me. His breath hit the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

The blood rushed to my ears, the deafening sound of my heart beat overtaking my senses.

I remained frozen in my seat, petrified to even move a muscle. My head swayed again at his words, sending me into a spiral of panic. I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth, struggling to keep the nerves under control.

Chrollo’s body was now shifted beside me, taking up the entirety of the middle seat as he leaned towards me. I felt his leg brush against my bare one, purposely rubbing against the side of my thigh. I felt a jolt of heat from where he had pressed himself, a soft gasp escaping from my lips in return.

“I decided to let you play your little game for a while. It was quite amusing.” Chrollo teased, enjoying every small reaction that he pulled from me. His head was dipped down beside mine, whispering into my ear.

I let out a shaky sigh. “Why didn’t you just come get me as soon as you knew where I was?” I finally asked, breathless.

He remained silent for a moment, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes.

“Like I said, it was amusing.” Chrollo pulled his mouth away from my ear, but remained planted beside me.

I turned to face him, mustering enough courage to do so. His body was relaxed casually against the seat, his legs parted open, brushing against my bare ones. I scowled as his eyes rested upon my face, watching me closely.

“Of course you would find the pain of others amusing to you.” I bit back, the anger in my body returning at his enjoyment at my expense. I was livid.

“I haven’t hurt you, have I?” Chrollo’s attention was back on me, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side in mock consideration. “If you are referring to last night, I only used force because of the actions you decided to act upon.” There was a hint of a smile at his lips, but nothing else.

I scoffed at his words.

“I can’t believe you.” I shook my head in disbelief, pulling my head away from him. I could no longer look at this man without wanting to strangle him.

My attention focused on the outside world. There was only a few inches of glass and plastic separating us, but right now it felt impossible to ever reach. The pain this sole man has caused me was enough for a thousand lifetimes. It cut me deep and left a nasty scar that refused to heal up, no matter how much I tried. I fought tooth and nail to get away from him, and it nearly cost me my life. And it proved to be fruitless as I found myself to be back in his grasp, struggling and trying to claw my way out of it. I was in the exact same position I was in a few months ago, trapped.

I gritted my teeth in silent anger. I refuse. I refuse to be a toy for him to play with when he is bored. I refuse to sit here and accept the fate that wasn’t chosen for me, but instead forced upon me. I refuse.

“I refuse.” I said, my thoughts speaking out for me. My eyes still rested upon the window, staring blankly at the freedom of the outside world I so desperately craved.

“You refuse?”

“I’ll never be stupid enough to love you again. I’ll never stop fighting to get away from you. I’ll-.” I paused, unable to find any more words to say. My voice was void of any emotions, turning slowly to look over at him.

I was arguing like a child, I knew that. The smirk on his face told me everything I needed to know. I was trapped. I knew it and so did he. I wanted to lash out, to scream, to fight, to do something, but I was drained.

“I don’t see how you have a choice in the matter. You have nobody left that cares about you, isn’t that right?” When hearing Chrollo’s deep cutting words, I snapped. He knew the power that his words held over me at this time, and he used it to his advantage.

My breathing hitched as I blinked slowly, my eyes watering up at his words. Before I could stop myself, I spat at him. Chrollo barely flinched as my spit hit his cheek, his eyes closed slowly and he let out a deep puff of air. Instinctively, I flinched back, twisting my body so that my back was pressed against the door.

My breathing raced, causing my chest to rise and fall quickly. My actions were not wise, but since when were they ever? I swallowed hard, my eyes never leaving Chrollo’s face. His brows were pulled together in mild anger, his lips pulled down into a slight frown as he brought his hand up, wiping away my act of defiance.

When his eyes reopened, they were focused on me. They seemed to have darkened, if that was even possible. I further pressed myself into the door, watching in fear as Chrollo adjusted himself on the seat. I stared back at him with a look of complete fear, melting myself as far back as possibly.

“Have you completely forgotten about what I said about not doing things you are going to regret?” Chrollo’s voice was laced with anger, his lips pulling back into a deep frown and his brows furrowing.

He continued to advance upon me, despite how close we were, he was taking his sweet time. I knew he was trying to elicit more fear into me. My heart fluttered against my ribcage and I swallowed hard.

I had not realized that the vehicle had stopped moving, either due to fear or complete negligence. I immediately perked up when I felt the car stop moving, my attention turned towards the front seat.

“We’re here, Boss.” The man who was driving finally spoke.

As if Chrollo wasn’t nearly on top of me, he retracted himself. His hands smooth over his jacket, buttoning up the top of his dress shirt, and fixing his pants. I watched him, a mere two seconds ago he was ready to kill me, and now he was fixing his suit with a small smile. I let out a deep breath of air, shutting my eyes in the process. Bad move.

“Don’t get too excited, I’m not finished with you yet.” There’s no emotion behind his words, only a slight threat present.

I keep my eyes glued to the window.“Where are we?” I asked, shifting back down on the seat.

The nerves had settled slightly, allowing me to calm myself back down. I knew it was only a matter of time that they returned, but I needed to be level headed in this situation. If we were somewhere with people around, I could possibly signal for help.

My eyes brightened at the thought and I glanced out the window. Chrollo must’ve sensed my unease because he exited the car without another word. The door slammed closed and he went around to my side.

I flinched away as the passenger door opened, he greeted me with a sharp stare.

My eyes focused on behind him, noticing a tall standing building just a few meters away from us. My gaze locked onto the large amounts of people that were crowding the street. Crowds are good. Crowds can help.

“Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t look at anyone. Don’t run. Nobody can help you and nobody will.” He instructed, holding open the door for me. My attention turned back towards him, his eyes locking down onto my frame.

My mouth parted in surprise, glancing down at my legs. “I’m not wearing any pants, Chrollo. Do you expect me to go wherever you have planned without them?” I inquired, tilting my head to the side as I looked up at him.

A quick flash of annoyance crossed his features and he nudged his head towards the other side of the car. I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on my backpack sitting on the floor that I had not noticed before. I held back a small smile, I had always kept a small knife in there with me for protection. It was a slim chance, but maybe he didn’t search through it.

“There should be enough stuff in there that you find sufficient.” I leaned over and grabbed my bag, unzipping it and reaching inside. My eyes frantically searched for it, trying to be as discreet as I could. “What you’re looking for has been removed, I won’t take any more chances of you coming at me with a knife.” His voice chided and I gritted my teeth in anger.

I found what I needed, pulling out a pair of my sweatpants. My gaze shifted over to Chrollo.“Do you mind?”

Chrollo gave me one last look over before slamming the door back closed. I jerked back slightly, scowling in response. I eagerly slipped on the pants, barely getting them past my ass before the door opened again.

“What the hell?” I shielded my body from his view, pulling up the pants even more.

“I can still see you.” Chrollo gestured to the window and I blushed angrily.

“I would have thought you had the decency to turn your back.” I hissed, glaring up at him.

There was a brief second where I caught a smirk on his lips, but it was quickly replaced by a frown. He didn’t give me a response, his face stoic. His hand extended out for me, encouraging me to get out of the car, but I didn’t particularly want to. I glanced down at his extended palm, debating on what to do. At my unresponsiveness, Chrollo pushed his hand closer to me, watching me with a blank stare.

“Let’s go.” His voice encouraged my unwilling body. Slowly and cautiously, I placed my hand on his palm, which he enveloped greedily. My body followed my feet, exiting the vehicle carefully.

My eyes scanned around the streets, eagerly wanting to make eye contact with at least one person. Much to my luck, nobody paid me any attention. Their eyes were either directed in front of them, or on their phones. I scowled at this, but refused to give in.

Chrollo’s hand found my lower back, guiding me beside him and through the large doors. My body jumped slightly at his touch. Usually I would have found this gesture to be sweet and endearing, but not this time. His goal was to remind me that he was right beside me and not to act out, surely I would know that by now.

“Remember what I said.” He reprimanded as he caught on to my game.

He guided us through the sea of people that grouped together in the lobby and towards the elevators. I had barely enough time to process the beauty of the downstairs lobby. The ceilings were encased in gold detailing, the floors were marble, and there was a restaurant directly beside the desk.

I would have let my eyes wander longer, but Chrollo’s hand found my back again, tugging my body closer to his as I began to trail behind. My hip collided with his side, my mouth parting in surprise at the sudden contact. To any onlookers that passed us by, we looked as if we were a normal couple. Chrollo going so far to even wrap his arm fully around my waist, a gesture I had not felt in months by him. It made me feel uncomfortable. If only these people knew that he was really the leader of the Phantom Troupe, their warm smiles directed at us would’ve been wiped clean from their faces.

We entered the elevator, the doors closing simultaneously behind us. Chrollo’s hand was no longer attached to my hip, and I backed away from him, placing myself on the opposite side of the small space.

My arms crossed over myself protectively and I huffed.

“Why are we here?” I wasn’t stupid enough to think this is where we would be staying here indefinitely, I knew he wasn’t like that. Chrollo was constantly on the move, never staying in places for too long.

“I have a few things here that require my attention.” His answer was simple, leaving much to the imagination.

The elevator dinged and opened up, Chrollo guided me once again down an endless hallway. I followed closely behind him, keeping my gaze focused on the carpeted floor.

I couldn’t help the anxious thoughts that crossed through my brain. I was starting to believe that I was never going to leave this place, and I was going to be stuck in this hell for the rest of my life. The further we walked down the hall, the further my freedom got. I knew this was the irrational side of my thinking, the side I tried to fight with daily. Part of me really wanted to believe that I was going to escape, but was there even a chance of getting away from him? Alive?

I snapped out of my daze when Chrollo suddenly stopped, causing me to almost lose my footing and fall flat on my face. His focus was turned towards a large white door, which he opened with little resistance.

The room was elegant, just like the lobby, but less flashy. There was a large king bed in the middle of the room, two nightstands, a dresser with a large flat screen television, and a door leading to the bathroom. My eyes quickly took in the sheer beauty of out, glimmering with amazement.

Chrollo stepped behind me, I turned my head to watch as he shut the heavy door, locking it a moment later.

I was trapped in a gilded cage.

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hardcorecomicrelif · 1 month

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Danganronpa 4 - All Stars

Chapter 1: Confusion and Companionship (1.1)

I wake up to darkness. It's pure black like I fell into a black hole. I try waiting a couple of minutes so my eyes can adjust, but it isn't any better. …What even happened? I was just outside of Hope's Peak wasn’t I? But then I felt horrible. …I must've passed out, but why… Did I just randomly die? Damn…

I take a step back as slow as I can and trip over something. “SHIT!” I hit my head on what seems to be a shelf. …Guess not. Dammit, pull yourself together, Curt.

I sit up after making a fool of myself and rub the tender spot on my head. At least now I'm certain I'm just in a dark room, but I still don't know where I am.

I get up and place my hands on the wall to feel my way around the room. The wall I fell at seems to be a shelf full of stuff. Maybe I'm in a storage room? I make it to a corner and continue sliding my hands on the rough concrete wall. The smell of chlorine fills my nose as I move around. Weird… I continue feeling my way around the room, careful not to fall again until I manage to find a light switch.

I turn on the lights, and the room lights up. I take a minute to adjust to the new lighting and look around the room. Shelves line the back wall, their all filled with pool supplies from pool noodles to floaties. On the left of the room is a clothing rack of swimsuits, but it’s what I see on the other side of the room that catches my attention. There beside a pile of boxes…

I walk over and kneel beside the person. They appear to be unconscious. Around my age, probably younger. I think to myself. His short brown hair is tied up in a loose ponytail, and his probably once grey shirt has some blood splattered on the front, but it doesn't seem like he's hurt.

A couple of questions float through my head, but my thoughts are interrupted when suddenly the guy jolts awake and rubs the gunk out his eyes. I back up to give him some space and watch him. Who is this guy?

He looks around confused, and when he realises I'm also here, he stands up and forms a boxing stance. “Who are you?” He asked, I couldn't really read his face, but it was clear he would fight me if he had to. “...some motherfucker working for those guys who kidnapped me?” He asks.

…

... Is this guy high or something? What is he even talking about? The question was so left field the only thing I could say was… “Huh?”

“I asked who you were, dumbass!” The guy says annoyed.

“How about you tell me first? Why should I just trust you if you look like you're getting ready to clock me.” I ask him. Sure, I could’ve just told him but he was starting to piss me off. If I was here to hurt him I could've done so earlier.

“Geez, fine” the guy said as he put his fist down, “I’m Christian Aki, Ultimate Boxer.”

“Wait, you're an Ultimate?” I ask. If he’s also an Ultimate, are there more of us here?

“Yeah, I’ve won a couple championships. Are… you an Ultimate too?” Christian asks, “I mean, if you were working for those guys you probably would’ve attacked me while I was unconscious.” Christian mumbles to himself.

“You just realised that? Actually whatever, I don’t want to get punched. Curt Richy. Ultimate Investigative Journalist.” I say as I extend my hand. It's an awkward couple of seconds, but he shakes it. “Mind if you elaborate on that kidnapping part?” I ask him.

“Right, so I was walking home when these guys cornered me in an alleyway-”

“Why didn’t you just fight them off?” I ask, “You just said you’re the Ultimate Boxer.”

“At first I figured it was nothing, plus I save my skills for the ring, that way I don’t seem like I have anger issues and randomly punch people, anyway, do you want the rest of the story or not?”

“Alright, my bad. Just continue” I tell him.

“Once they cornered me, I started fighting back, I managed to knock a couple of them out and even break one guy’s nose.” Christian said, pointing to his shirt. “Afterwards I think one of them grabbed a bat and knocked me out cold or something.”

I suddenly feel very nauseous, like I just ate a rotten egg salad and then went on multiple roller coasters for fun. The story seems so familiar, almost like a story or game I've seen before. It's on the tip of my tongue, and I almost have the answer but…

“You alright, Curt? It looks like you're about to vomit.” Christian says, disrupting my thoughts.

“No- I mean yeah I’m fine, I just…” The thought suddenly disappears from my mind. What was I thinking of again?

I try to remember when the memory of being attacked rushes into my mind. I was knocked out and dragged into a van. Although that’s what I remember, it doesn't seem like what I was thinking of earlier. But it must be, what else would I be thinking of?

“The same thing happened to me, too. I was walking home when someone knocked me out with chloroform” I tell Chrsitian. I’ll try and remember later.

“Yuck, I heard that it smells awful,” Christain says apologetically.

“Actually It was kind of sweet,” I tell him. “Like how the air will be when we get out of this stuffy closet.”

I make my way towards the door. It’s worn down but made of a heavy metal with no windows. By looks alone, there's no way to tell where we even are or if this leads outside. I put my ear to the small margin of the door. I feel a small breeze, but that could just be air conditioning. I try to listen more closely; birds chirping, a small stream is running, and the faint mumbling of some voices, I can't make out what they're saying.

“The door leads outside, but there’s people out there. Do you think you can deal with them if they're a threat?” I ask Christian while testing the doorknob. It's unlocked, but I don't open the door yet.

His face lights up. “Fight ‘em sure! Just stand back,” He says as he stretches his arms and walks toward the door.

“It's possible they're also in the same situation as us so don't-” My warning goes unheard as Christian takes a deep breath, flings the door wide open and charges towards the group of people.

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To the fellow Canadians, sorry I didn't post this during March break. I think the chapter is a little short still, but hey I'm the author so I can set the word count. Also if you noticed the (1.1) in the title that's so it's easier for me to know what part I'm Writing. Next chapter is Introductions get hyped.

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daddythegrabber · 2 years

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Pairing: Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Reader

Warnings: balloons, smut-ish, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome (of course), p in v sex, voice kink, hand kink, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), slight somnophilia!

Summary: Albert wanted to try out something new. And there were you, walking down the street where he was selling his black balloons. He was fascinated by you and he’s getting you home with him.

MINORS DNI 🔞

The Grabber🔞

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Albert wanted to spice up the kidnappings. He wanted to try another way to lure kids to himself. And he thought about selling the balloons, putting some drug in one of the balloons and if he likes one of them simply gave them it. And after it popped he can get the boy’s body into his van and disappear.

“Oh boy. Look at the creepy man there. Do not take his balloons.” Said a mother to his son when they’re walked straight next to him. He was kind of annoyed by them, but it did not cared him much. After time it was almost 7 o’clock at the evening and he was tired. No boy had met his expectations that day. He went straight to his van but he slipped on the concrete and laid down on his back.

“Omg. Sir? Are you all right?” He heard a velvety voice and when he checks his surroundings, he saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him. She crouched down to take a look at him. He saw that the woman slightly blushed as she looked into his blue eyes.

“Yes. Thank you. I’m such a klutz.” He said and slowly risen from the coldness of the concrete and dusted himself off. “Oh dear. Where’s my hat?” He looked around

“I see it. I’ll go grab it if it’s okay.” She said and went for the hat. It was so close to the van, even he though that he’ll grab her and make her unconscious. Toss her into the van and cage her up in the basement. The thought of it makes him think of very Naughty things. His pants tightened, wanted to palm himself so bad, but he restrained himself.

“Of course thank you bunny.” Her face was as red as a beetroot. He watched her every move. Legs dragging her to his hat and when she bent down her ass was in the air making Albert take a raggedy breath. He was now imagining scenarios in his mind about how he could fuck you in every surface of his basement. Maybe he’ll take her to his bedroom too. He quickly grabbed the balloon that has the drug in it and popped on front of her. He grabbed ahold of her as she started to trash her body against his, she wanted to escape from him. But it was nearly impossible as the drug took effect and she was out cold. He then took her body at the back of the van and drove off.

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Some time later he laid you down on the mattress in his basement and lingered his eyes on you. You’re beautiful. He liked your pretty face, hair, ass…… and even wondered how your pussy looks like. Fucking you with his large cock as he sees it go in and out of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck…” he hissed as he felt that his cock twitched inside his boxers. Feeling the urge to touch you, he grabbed your right breast into his hand and squeezed it. You lightly stirred in your sleep and a moan slipped out of your mouth. He stopped as he realised what he’s doing. His mask became unbearable to wear and decided to leave you alone to take care of his „business“.

After a while you began to regain consciousness, but your vision was still blurry. You don’t even know where you were at first. You felt that your throat is as dry as the Sahara, and remembered what had happened. The Man, Balloons, Hat…..

“Oh, no.” You groaned in pain as you crawled backwards and your back collided with the cold wall, head banging slightly on it. It added more to your displeasure.

“Looks like my Bunny’s finally awake.” You jumped at the voice and didn’t even realised that there was someone with you. He emerged from the shadows and you widened your eyes in shock.

“The Grabber?” You whispered but he heard it. “What did you do? Why am I here?”

“Tsk….so many questions Dear. I’ll answer them later.” He went closer to you and your eyes finally saw his face, to be precise only half of it. A mask covered his mouth area. It sinister smile sent shivers down your smile, as he crouched down to the wall and locked together his hand, putting his head on them. He sighed and did not even looked elsewhere but you.

“What’s your name bunny? And don’t dare to lie to me. Trust me I’ll know.” He did not move from his spot and it made you a little glad cause he’s freakin’ scary.

“My name…?”

“Yes, Dear. Your name. Tell me, I’m running out of patience. And you don’t wanna be on my wrong side do you? Now fucking tell me your name!” He asked, little aggression was in his tone and you dared not to disobey him.

“(Y/N).” My name.” You said and looked into his eyes. He smiled beneath the mask, you can tell.

“Well…… (y/n). I can tell that you’re not lying. Good girl.” The last part did something to you, and cannot explain it. “I have to go now unfortunately. But don’t you worry. I’ll be back. Get some rest now Doll. Sweet dreams.” He winked and left you there all alone, you heard the door closing but he didn’t locked it. But you did not dare to escape, at least not yet. What if he kills you, he’d possibly get away with it. You got up from the stained mattress and slowly approached the door, it opened with a click. You noticed that there was a light at the top of the stairs as you moved up slowly you felt frightened a little bit. You don not know what you’d expect. But it was way more that you bargained for. Cause there he sat, in the middle of the kitchen area. His khaki pants stretched due to his legs, which were he spread wide.

His upper body was naked except for the cardigan that he wore, belt in his right hand. He looked……delicious?! His head was slightly rotated, he was asleep. You let out a shaky breath as you approached his sleeping form, noticing that he wore rings with both of his hands.

‘Did I really wanted to kneel in front of him, am I insane?’

It was the first though after looking at his for so long. Sure he was mysterious, and you were curious how he’s hiding beneath that devilish mask of his. Is he handsome? Your thought were cut short when he snored a little bit but did not wake. Your heart pounded inside your chest, didn’t even realised that you were right in front of him now. As he was sensed that you’re there he threw back his head and revealed his stubby neck, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. You cannot and don’t want to look away. You bit your bottom lip.

“Didn’t your mother told ya that it’s rude to stare?!” You jumped at his voice and looked at you. You can tell he was actually frowning. His mask has the same expression.

“I….I’m s…..sorry. Please!” You started to retreat and he eyed you, not taking his eyes off of you. Like a predator watching his prey.

“Please? You’re very Naughty. I have to teach you some manners after all (y/n). Come here. Right now!” It wasn’t a sentence it was a command and you obeyed, approached him again and he grabbed your hand and made you bend over his legs. Grabbing your pants and panties both, he pulled them down.

“Please…. I’m sorry.” It was music to his ears. He liked when you begged for him. The tingling in his lower region returned. You felt it, how hard he’s becoming. And it made you, sick, excited? You don’t know, but the only thing you know that he’ll punish you.

“It’s too late now huh. I’m gonna punish you Bunny. I’ll beat your pretty ass with the belt and you’ll count it. I’ll give you 10.. make sure you know where you were.” He warned you and stroked the first one. You moaned out loud. A gentle ‘hmmm’ followed it, he liked it.

“One.”

Smack

“Two.”

Smack

“Three” your eyes watered at this point and started to sob.

“You’re doing a great job (y/n). Continue.”

Smack

“Four.”

Smack

“Five”

“Ten.” You were at wedge of passing out. He afterwards stroked your ass cheeks. You jumped a little at the sudden touch of his cold hand.

“You did so well Bunny. I’m proud of you. Now…” he started and helped you to kneel in between his legs. You saw the outline of his cock and you swallowed. “Be a Good Girl and take or of lil’ old me.” He commanded and you did not asked any questions just popped the button out and unzipped his pants, and he helped you to slide it down a little along with his boxer briefs. He was huge. And your mouth watered. You took your time to look at his cock, something inside you twitched as you saw that it was already leaked with pre-cum.

“What are you waiting for (y/n)? Don’t let me lose my patience!” He warned you

“Y….Yes Sir.” He hummed in satisfaction and you placed him in your palm, fingers gently wrap around his massive shaft and it made him gasp, slowly started to move your hand up and down on him, the other hand grabbing into his thigh. You did not see it but he had a smile on his face, looking down at you how you pleasured him.

“You’re so g…good (y/n). C’mon I want more. And I mean your pretty mouth.” He winked at you.

“Yes Sir.”

“Hmm…Good Girl.” You slowly approached his cock and licked the tip. He bit his lip beneath the mask, how fucking hot you looked. And he wanted more. To feel his cock down your throat. Fucking it like it’s your wet cunt. He closed his eyes and threw back his head. You went bold and put him into your mouth. He inhaled sharply and looked down at you again. Albert was shaking a little.

“Yes…. Suck my cock.!” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you down fully until your nose touched his pubic hair. Your eyes teared up from the discomfort in your throat. But you wanted to please him, not wanting him to punish you again. Not that you didn’t enjoyed it, cause you did. Moving your head up and down, he felt that he’ll come soon. But it was too soon, he wanted to last longer to fuck your throat raw as he pleases.

“That’s right (y/n). Good job.” His voice was velvety and filled with lust. You had to went a little faster on him, as he was guiding you how to suck him. And you loved it. Every fucking moment of it as you felt your panties become even more wetter.

“Nhhh….” It sent shivers down his spine as you moaned. He knew that he could not hold it much longer. Your tongue moved up and down on his cock, licking the underside of it, that’s just added to the pleasure. Your saliva dropped down onto the floor, just as your juices. At this point he’s started to loose his mind at the feeling of you wrapped over his shaft, Albert felt that he’s at the verge of coming, and oh boy he wanted to cum down your mouth, you swallowing all of it like a good girl you are.

“Darling, I’m….gonna cum. You’ll swallow it. All of it. You….. didn’t even has a choice, do you? Hmm…. That’s right. I’m coming…..” as the words left his mouth you felt that he shot his hot cum down your throat, didn’t even allowed you to get him out of your mouth. He even pushed you further down to make sure you do not spill even a little bit. With a loud groan he grabbed your hair and pulled your head up from his now semi-hard cock. It was delightful to breath in air, but it did nothing good to your throat.

“You did so well (y/n). Maybe I should punish you more….”

“No please. I…. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Now, now where’s the fun to that?” He asked and got dressed back. After he gave you a bottle of sprite and you almost finished it in one big gulp.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, now…. Back to the basement Bunny. What? Did you though that I’ll let you leave after?” You nodded and he sighed.

“You’re too pretty to let you go. I think I’ll keep you down there forever.”

Oh boy pure filth 🥵

I hope you liked it, cause I certainly did.😏

Laters, Gators 🐊

XOXO

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thezombieprostitute · 8 months

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Tutoring - Part 2

A/N: Written for the @the-slumberparty Bingo card, combining "Spy AU" and "Family Gathering" (a bit weak, but it still holds) and "Fake Dating". Reader is referred to as she/her but no other descriptors. This is about 3k words!

Warnings: Death of a character. Coercion. Forced touch. Kidnapping. Mention of blood. As always, please let me know if I left any out.

You start waking up but something feels off. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t heard your alarm. Maybe it was the fact you were having a harder time waking up than normal. Then you realized, you couldn’t see, move or speak.

Fighting the urge to panic, you try to figure out what you are able. As your senses gather you pick up that you are wearing a blindfold and tied up, most likely to a chair. The distinctive smell of duct tape tells you why you can’t speak. Your breathing starts ramping up as you realize your situation.

To your right you hear the sound of a door opening and a painfully familiar voice saying, “ah yes. The bitch is finally awake.”

Lloyd Hansen. The bodyguard you had gotten fired. Only one meeting and he proved himself to be creepy, annoying and all around aggravating. Your brain remembers the last thing before you had fallen unconscious was his smell and his voice. You become frozen in fear.

“Did you really think you’d never see me again, Cupcake?” You remain frozen and he chuckles, “if you don’t at least give me a shake of your head I will smack you back to reality.” You lightly shake your head “no” and Lloyd pats your head as he calls you a good girl. You’re grateful for the blindfold so he can’t see you roll your eyes.

Another set of footsteps walks in and you hear a voice ask, “what the hell is this, Lloyd? You were supposed to get Parker.”

“Change of plans, Nick,” Lloyd responds. “This little minx got me fired from that bodyguard job before I could nab Parker. So, instead of holding him hostage for Stark’s secrets, we’re gonna use her to get into Stark Tower where one of your guys can hack his secrets directly.”

“You got fired from the bodyguard gig?”

“Well, yeah, but we’ve still got a way to get Stark’s information that’s more traditional in terms of espionage and corporate spying.”

“Remove her gag and mask.”

Lloyd moves quickly and you let out a small sob of fear when the gag is removed. When the blindfold is removed you blink several times trying to bring your vision into focus. As your eyes adjust the man you assume to be Nick grabs your chin and makes you look at him. You can feel his ice blue eyes look into your soul and you cry a little again.

“So how did you get him fired,” Nick asked. You explained to him about Peter’s tutoring session and that the other bodyguards confirmed it was the final straw in getting Lloyd fired. Nick let go of your chin and turned to Lloyd, “you know, this is sort of my fault. You’ve never been known for subtlety or blending in, have you Lloyd?”

Lloyd gave Nick a big smile, “you know me, Nick. I’m much better at the shooting and torture. But while that original plan is fucked, we’ve got a solid back-up plan. She got an invite to Parker’s graduation party because of the tutoring gig. We set up one of your hackers as her date, send them in, and boom, we’ve got Stark’s blueprints!”

Nick turned to you, “is it true you got an invite?” You nod, not sure you can trust your voice. He continues to stare at you, contemplating. Lloyd starts to speak again but Nick pulls out a gun and shoots him three times in the chest. You scream as Lloyd’s body drops. Your tears are running free and you can’t help shaking in terror.

“He was such an idiot,” Nick said. He puts his gun away while mumbling something about “not even able to shoot a guy handcuffed to a bench.” He grabs a chair and sits directly in front of you, elbows on his knees as he leans forward.

“Look at me,” he demands. You hesitate and he repeats himself with more force, “Look. At. Me.” You try to steady yourself as you look back into his cold eyes. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. As much as I would love to just let you go, you know I can’t.” Your sobs get louder and you try to look away but he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be useful. Lloyd’s back-up plan wasn’t entirely shit, and I think with the right…motivation, you’ll be happy to help me out.”

“Now, the Stark family party is in just a few days. You’re going to go with a ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ who will be chosen for you in a few hours. You’re going to do whatever they need to get into off-limits areas of the Tower. As long as you behave, you get to live. We obviously know where you live and can easily find out everything else about you. Keep your mouth shut afterwards, you’ll start receiving a regular paycheck. A little help with those student loans. Do you understand?”

Your tears have slowed down as your brain is trying to process everything. He gently shakes your head and gives you a meaningful look. “I…I…understand. I’ll behave.”

“Glad to hear it. In the meantime, let’s get you untied and moved to a different room. One with a lot less blood.”

You’re curled up into a ball and crying in your cell when you hear a knock at the door. Startled out of your thoughts you instinctively say, “yes?” The door opens and in walks a young man with spiked hair, glasses and a goatee. He’s carrying a couple of trays of food and smiles at you.

“Hi there, I’m Jake.” He hands you one of the trays. “Figured we could get to know each other over some food. Not the most romantic of first dates, but I find the best cover includes grains of truth.”

Sitting up on your cot you take the proffered tray. Your stomach rumbles and you realize you don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve eaten. Jake must’ve heard your stomach because he smiles sympathetically as he sits next to you. You try to move away but he puts his arm around your shoulders and says, “we have to get used to this proximity. No one’s going to believe we’ve been dating if you’re always fidgeting away from me.”

You freeze at his words but he keeps his arm over your shoulder and says, a little too cheerfully to you, “don’t worry. I’ll be a perfect gentleman the whole time. The most I’ll ever do is the arm around the shoulder, holding hands, very family friendly stuff, okay?” Your slight nod doesn’t seem to be answer enough and he continues, “I know I seem the stereotypical hacker incel type but I’m not. I genuinely like my dates to be willing participants. And besides, I don’t date coworkers, which we are!”

Thinking about what you have to do your head drops in shame. Peter was a good kid who loved his adoptive family and they clearly loved him. And yet, you were going to play a key role in hurting all of them. Some tears start coming as you try to eat calmly. Jake gently wipes away the tears near him while eating and you resist the urge to pull away.

“You’re gonna do great,” Jake assures. “Now, let’s get our backstory figured out.”

Jake drives the two of you to the party. Before you had left Nick made sure to remind you about potential consequences, and rewards, for your behavior. You were given back your phone with notices that everything you did on it would be tracked and if you left Jake’s side at all, you would be caught and killed. You’re all jitters as you get closer to the party and Jake takes your hand. In normal circumstances it would be comforting, but now it’s a reminder to calm yourself down and behave.

You’re grateful that the party has so many people, it makes it easier to not be the focus of anyone’s attention. At least you don’t have to put on a fake smile the whole time as you’re keeping all the details of your and Jake’s “relationship” running through your head. He’s gently guiding you around under the pretense of trying to find the food or being a Stark fanboy but you know he’s looking for a side room.

“Y/N! You made it!” Peter practically bearhugs you causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. “I’m so glad to see you! I was worried when your RSVP took so long.”

“Oh, well,” you stutter. “Finals, you know?”

“Geez, I didn’t even think of that! I know you’ve probably aced all of them.”

“Fingers crossed,” you smile, praying your fear and despair don’t show through.

“And who did you bring with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jake. Jake, this is Peter and this party is for him.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jake shakes his hand. “I’ve heard a lot of good stuff about you from Y/N.”

“Boyfriend? When Ari asked you out you told him you were waiting until after finals?” Peter looks at you like a confused puppy. You freeze for a second before grabbing Jake’s hand, “what can I say? My computer science tutor swept me off my feet.” Peter nods in understanding. You’re saved from further explanation by Mr. Stark’s calling for Peter to join him at the main table. He says a quick goodbye and runs off.

“That was some very quick thinking,” Jake compliments. “Come with me, I think I’ve got a spot figured out. If anyone asks, just say we were looking for a makeout spot.” The thought of kissing Jake makes you nauseous but you nod in agreement as he pulls you along behind him. Finding a hallway Jake pulls out his phone, which you suspect is more powerful than your gaming computer, and starts following some tracker you can’t see while you follow him.

He tries a door and finds it locked but his phone bypasses whatever biometric security is installed and he leads you into the room. Motioning for you to sit he gently closes the door and pulls some cords out of his pockets. He’s plugging his phone into some outlets and you don’t bother trying to ask what he’s doing. You’re still burning in shame and gently start rocking yourself to try to keep calm. Your fear isn’t helped when you start hearing Jake talking to his phone like it’s misbehaving. “No. No. Don’t do that. Try this! Don’t test me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!”

He bolts upright and tries to run for the door but it’s opened by James and Ari, guns drawn. You scream and start bawling as Jake puts his hands up and backs away from the door. The giant bodyguards move forward, guns focused on Jake, not sparing a glance your way. Behind them you hear the famous voice of Tony Stark, “Jensen! I’d say it’s a pleasure but we both know that’s a lie. Did you really think I wouldn’t have your signature figured out?”

“To be fair,” Jensen replies, “I have had serious success before.”

“Yes, and your previous successes helped me and JARVIS figure out your patterns.” Tony stays behind James and Ari. He turns and gives you a look you can’t read through your tears and sobbed apologies. Turning back to Jake he asks, “so who hired you this time? Max? Hammer? The Matrix?”

“C’mon Stark, you know I can’t tell you. I am a professional, after all.”

“A professional who kidnaps young women? Forces them to play at being your girlfriend?”

“That wasn’t me, that was my unnamed employer. He set up the situation and proffered payment upon receipt of the goods. Whatever deal she made with them was not my concern.”

“Mr. Stark,” you whisper. “Please. Please, I didn’t want to do this. I swear. He…he threatened to kill me and my family. I swear…I’d never…I…” your sobs pick up again and you hear Tony tell Ari to take you to another room and “wait for Romanoff to chat with her.” Ari puts his gun away and helps you to your feet.

“Oh, Mr. Stark, there’s one more thing.” You focus on Tony, making sure to not look at Jake, lest you lose your nerve. “My phone has to be near his or that guy will think I’ve run…” you hold out your phone to Tony and he takes it from your hand.

“Barnes, I’m gonna put this phone in your pocket,” he turns to James who nods in response. “And I’m going to go ahead and hold onto your phone, Jensen.” Jake gives you a glare as he hands over his phone to Tony. Before he can say anything, Ari is pulling you out of the room and walking you down the hall.

You’re in what you can only describe as an interrogation room. Ari is standing just outside but at least he was nice enough to give you some water. You can only hope that they believe you that you didn’t want to do this.

A noise at the door gets you out of your thoughts. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman, red hair and green eyes. She’s tiny compared to Ari, who is standing behind her, but everything about her tells you she could easily take him out if she needed to. She walks into the room and sits across the table from you. She asks Ari to refill your water and when he’s out of the room she gives you a soft smile.

“Call me Nat. Y/N, before you were allowed to be Peter’s tutor I made sure to do an extensive background check on you.” Her voice is somehow gentle and also no-nonsense. “I have no reason to believe you were a willing participant in all of this.” You cry tears of relief and she holds your hand, only pulling it back when Ari walked in with your water.

“Ari, on the other hand,” she said, her tone noticeably sharper, “failed to do more than a preliminary background check on Hansen, thus putting you and Peter in danger.” Ari kept his head down and his mouth shut. “Now, we’re working on clearing out your apartment and phone of any and all bugs and stalkers that may have been installed. Until then, you’re staying here, under our protection.”

“But…but I…” you’re trying to put the words together.

“If you’re worried about your finals, don’t.” Nat’s tone did not allow for argument. “You are under serious duress and if your university doesn’t allow you to take your exams here, take them late, or some other accommodation, we have access to the best lawyers on the planet and we will make sure you get to take them.”

You nod your thanks, eyes wide with amazement at how quickly things are going back in your favor.

“While you are here,” Nat continues, “you will be under our protection. Ari was just recently demoted down to “grunt” and will likely be your primary. If you’d, understandably, prefer someone else, just let me know.”

“No, I…I trust Ari.”

Nat raises an eyebrow and looks at Ari, “you fuck up again, I castrate you.” Ari just nods, but he looks at you with gratitude.

It’s been over a month since you were kidnapped. Nat and Tony followed through on their promises. You were able to take your finals, pass, and get your degree. At Pepper’s suggestion they also made sure to get you to a therapist. You never found out what happened to Nick or Jake. Once Nat told you they were taken care of, you never wanted to think about them ever again.

You’ve got good job prospects. You’ve made good, protective friends like James. And, now that you’re not a client, your romantic relationship with Ari is off to a strong start. Between him, Nat, James and Mr. Stark, you’ve little to fear.

Tagging @alicedopey and @cjand10 as promised.

#dark!nick fowler #dark!jake jensen #dark!lloyd hansen #james buchanan barnes #peter parker #ari levinson x reader #tony stark #natasha romanoff #navy and roo's sleepover

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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Don't Say A Word (Part 4)

Summary: The reader is surprised to discover that she's not the only one pretending. But can she really put her trust in someone who drugged her.

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: language, angst, mistaken identity, kidnapping, reader held against her will, restrained reader, minor injury, scary situation, maybe a bit of Stockholm syndrome but it doesn't last, a little fluff

A/N: This took an unexpected turn. There's definitely some confused feelings in this one.

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This couldn't be good. If they thought you weren't Auburn, there'd be no pay off and they'd have no reason to keep you alive.

"My name's Auburn Rose-"

"I know you're Auburn's roommate. It's kind of obvious, you're a lot prettier than her." The man breathed, glancing over the desk to make sure that you were still alone with him and he could speak freely. His concerned eyes, hidden behind the ski mask, met yours again before he continued. "Please, come out from under there."

"I don't want to," you shook your head, wiping a few stray tears on your knees, your lip quivering slightly.

You were screwed and the desk provided you with a false sense of security. You were hesitant to move out into the open where you would be at the mercy of this man. Whoever he was.

"I'll untie you. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He promised, holding out a hand for you.

"Even though I'm not Auburn?"

"Especially since you're not," he nodded. "But it's best to keep that between us, for now. It's in both of our best interests to keep them thinking you are Auburn. Understand?"

You nodded, ignoring the indication of his statement and the 'them' he'd mentioned when you only noticed the one other guy. Maybe he was referring to the boss the other guy had mentioned earlier, you didn’t know. You also didn’t want to find out. There was more going on here than you thought and you knew you had to find a way out and fast. Maybe, befriending this guy was the way to do just that.

“You're Mason?”

“I thought you were awake in the car during that conversation." He laughed flatly and rubbed the back of his head.

Perhaps, letting him know that you knew his name wasn't the smartest move to make and you cursed yourself inwardly. Feeling slightly better that even if it was his real name, you still didn't know what he looked like, so likely you were still safe in that aspect.

You squirmed out from under the desk, Mason grabbing your arm to help lift you to your feet. He really was much taller than you remembered and he towered over you, though not menacingly. At least, not until he pulled an exacto knife out from his pocket and turned you around by your shoulders. You stiffened but made no move to fight back when you felt him pull at the plastic around your wrists, feeling it snap a second later and relaxing your shoulders for the first time in what felt like hours.

"I have to pee," you admitted, slowly turning back around to face him and looking way up to meet his gaze.

"Okay, come with me. Stay close, eyes down." He ordered, quickly pulling a fresh zip tie from his back pocket and securing your wrists in front of you this time. "Sorry," he mumbled, noticing the cuts on your wrists and leading you out of the room and down the stairs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You heard the other man yell and stomp over.

You kept your head down, unconsciously curling into the side of the man named Mason.

"Girl's gotta pee, man. Unless you want to clean up that mess and have her DNA all over everything."

"Fine, have at it. Just make it quick." He waved you on towards the washroom, Mason keeping a firm hold of your arm as he walked you over.

"Two minutes," he said, pushing you inside and grabbing the doorknob.

"Wait. Can you...?" You asked, raising your hands and giving him your best puppy dog eyes. "P-please."

He sighed, cutting you loose again before shutting the door. You could tell he had a conscience, you just wondered how far that would get you since he didn't seem to be the one calling the shots.

You took a glance around the washroom, no windows, nothing you could use as a weapon except the toilet tank lid and that wasn't really a viable option. It was heavy and couldn't easily be concealed. You worried and paced around the washroom until you couldn't hold it in any longer, spending the last thirty seconds of your allotted time actually urinating. The door swinging open when you flushed.

"Hey! Don't you know how to knock?" You yelled, quickly pulling your leggings up the rest of the way, cheeks burning.

Mason ignored you, walking into the small washroom and grabbing you by the arm before you could wash your hands. He pulled you upstairs, his pace unfaltered by the way you stumbled on a couple of the steps. He released you once you were back in the room and you noticed he held a red case in his free hand.

"Calm down," he said, noticing the way you backed into the corner away from him, breathing heavily. "Come here."

"N-no," you stuttered and he pulled off his mask.

You clamped your eyes shut as fast as you could, knowing if you saw his face, there was no going back. He wouldn't ever let you go. He couldn't if you could identify him.

"Open your eyes, Y/N." Mason ordered, but you shook your head vigorously, tears slipping past your shut eyelids. "You're going to have to trust me."

Your best bet was to stay on Mason's good side, let him think you trusted him and use him to get away. So against your better judgement, you opened your eyes, slowly... tentatively and met his hazel ones. He had long brown hair that he brushed back from his face and a light scruff that made him appear softer than you expected.

Mason smiled sadly down at you, standing in front of you with his hands on your shoulders. He pulled you back away from the wall with him, pushing you towards the desk until your butt hit the edge and he lifted you to sit on top of the hardwood. You fisted his shirt when his large palms momentarily met the underside of your thighs and he turned away to reach for the red case he'd set down next to you.

"This is gonna sting a bit. Stay quiet for me," he said and you nodded.

Even sitting on the desk you were nowhere near to eye level. The man was a giant, though you hoped, a gentle one.

Mason unzipped the case and tore open a small packet that smelt of alcohol, swabbing both the backs of your wrists gently. You unclenched your fingers from the fabric of his shirt, feeling less threatened and letting him turn each of your hands over as he continued to clean the inside of each wrist.

The cuts weren't too deep, but you didn't object when he insisted on wrapping each of them with gauze. You figured, at least that way it wouldn't hurt as much if he wound up putting the zip ties back on.

"How's that feel, too tight?" He asked and you shook your head.

"S'good."

"Listen, Y/N, I know this sucks. But it'll be over before you know it." Mason smiled and you nodded, knowing it wouldn't help to disagree.

"Why'd you take the mask off?" You breathed and he studied your eyes.

"Because trust is important to me. And I need you to know that not everything is as it seems."

"You kidnap me from my original kidnapper who turns out to be protecting me, not all that well I might add, and then tell me something as cryptic as 'not everything is as it seems'. Tell me, Mason, who the hell am I supposed to trust right about now, huh?"

"Me."

"That's easy for you to say."

"Not really. I'm trusting you too, with more than you know. Keep up the act." He said, pulling his mask back on as you scrunched up your face, trying to figure out what he meant, "Who are you?"

"Y/N-?" You started, noting the hard look he gave you until you changed your answer, "Auburn Rose."

"Good." He stated, stripping out of his black hoodie and draping it over your shoulders.

You didn't want to feel any sort of gratitude for this man who took you against your will, but you did. You had been covered in goosebumps since the diner and his hoodie was soft when you pulled your arms through the oversized sleeves, rolling them up enough so your hands weren't hidden by the cuffs. You felt warmer already and gave him a barely there smile. Mason returned the gesture by grabbing your wrists and binding them together again. You wondered if this guy had an endless supply of zip ties in his back pocket.

"Seriously, Mason? I thought we were having a moment." You frowned and any emotional progress you thought you'd made with your kidnapper went out the window.

"Trust." He said, giving you a pointed look as he backed out the door, locking it behind himself and leaving you to your own devices again.

"Enough's enough," you muttered to yourself, hearing Mason's boots echo and clomp as he descended the staircase. 'Trust', was for those that earned it.

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Captured

Bruce Wayne (Robert Pattinson) x Latina Reader

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, bruising, blood, abuse

word count: ~1300

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Bruce raced home in his suit from the orphanage, trying to call you and Alfred the entire way. He knew he was the Riddler's next target, and he worried for your safety as he was out of the mansion as the batman. On his third call to the house, Dory picked up the phone.

“Dory, are you alright? Where’s Y/N and Alfred?” Bruce frantically questioned. “Something terrible is about to happen.”

“Oh Master Wayne, I’m afraid it already has,” she told him with sadness in her voice. Bruce tensed up, not knowing the severity of what happened. He soon arrived at the mansion to see parts of it up in flames, an explosion setting off earlier that caught Alfred in the middle of it.

“Mr. Alfred Pennyworth was taken to the hospital, he was closest to the explosion but was alive when we arrived,” one of the firemen explained to Bruce.

“And my fiancé, Y/N, is she alright?” Bruce asked.

“She was not present when we got here.”

“What do you mean? She wasn’t working tonight, she should be here.” You worked random hours as a pediatric nurse, which fit nicely with his own batman schedule sometimes, but he knew you had the day and night off.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce drove to the hospital, calling your cell the entire way, but there was no answer. He had no idea where you could have been, and he hoped that you were safe and that Alfred was okay. Alfred was asleep in his hospital bed as Bruce continued to call your phone with no luck. After some time, Alfred woke up and got Bruce’s attention.

“Y/N,” he spoke first. “Is she alright?” Bruce’s eyes shot up from his phone at Alfred’s question.

“You’re awake,” he sighed in relief, the worry for one of the two most important people in his life slowly fading to know that he was severely injured but at least conscious and would heal with time. But his question concerned Bruce. “Was she with you, at the time of the explosion?”

“She was in the other room, stress baking after watching your encounter with the DA earlier,” Alfred told him and Bruce tensed up with worry.

“She wasn’t there when I got home, she wasn’t there when the paramedics and fire department arrived.”

Alfred’s face grew worried as well, he loved you since the moment you found your way into Bruce’s heart. You were the only one who got Bruce to see the light of day sometimes and to put a smile on his face. You were also good at making Alfred laugh as much as you were making Bruce laugh, you brought an overall sense of joy to the mansion that had not been there since Bruce’s parents died. You always worried greatly for your fiancé as he spent his nights out as the batman, but you supported his wishes to help the city in the way he felt most comfortable doing so.

“You don’t think,” Alfred began to voice the biggest concern in both their heads when his eye caught the tv outside his room. The news was on and Thomas Wayne’s face was displayed in the same format as the Riddler's previously published videos. “Bruce,” he pointed weakly to the screen. Bruce turned his head and saw that the Riddler was talking about him and his family on TV. He knew they needed to hear what was being said in order to figure out what happened to you.

Bruce turned on the tv in Alfred’s room quickly and put on the news just in time to get the end of the Riddler's rant about his family and his own recording of himself began to show. He would find footage of the entire story later, but he needed to know what the Riddler was going to say.

“Bruce Wayne,” the Riddler spoke to the camera. “You have spent your life living in the luxury your family exploited others for. You’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted and never had to pay for the sins of your father. Well that ends today. Your father took away the promises of renewal he gave to the city, so I took away the one thing you got but deserved least of all. Over a year ago, the city was excited about the new woman in the prince of Gotham’s life. She was one of us, a nobody, yet a beautiful woman who spent her days nursing children to health. Somehow she ended up with you. The town called her lucky, but I knew who was the real lucky one. How could a monster like a Wayne win the affection of such a lady? I guess that’s something I can ask her myself now.”

The Riddler turned the camera towards his right to reveal you sitting tied up in a chair with tape over your mouth. On the tape was written The Prized Jewel. Your clothing was ripped in some parts, blood both dried and fresh was scattered along your arms, legs and the right side of your forehead. Your mascara ran down your cheeks from your tears. You were still crying as the camera pointed towards you.

Bruce stood up in a panic and paced towards the tv while Alfred’s heart clenched in pain. “He has her,” Bruce managed to say through his now labored breathing. “Alfred, he has her.” Alfred didn’t know what to say, his own fears taking over his mind. The Riddler continued his taunts on the screen.

“Was it his money? I wouldn’t blame you if it was. I wonder how Bruce will feel being on the other side now, and I get a taste of the life he’s been handed to him. But I worked for it, I got you here all on my own.” He grabbed your cheeks and forced your face to look at him. Your cries sounding through the screen tore Bruce apart as he saw you squeeze your eyes shut in fear. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” the Riddler shouted and it made you jump and only cry harder as you opened your eyes. He caressed the side of your face and then brought his attention back to the camera. “It’s time I gave myself a prize for all the hard work I’ve been doing exposing the lies of this city, and she will do just nicely. Your father got to die before paying for what he did, so now you get to live through your payment. Have fun sleeping alone tonight, Bruce.”

And the video cut off as the news began to discuss the newest actions of the Riddler. Bruce couldn’t hear any of it anymore, all he could hear in his head was your tortured crying. All he could see was the fear in your eyes. He failed to protect the one person he cared most about in the world. All his work as the batman didn’t matter when you were harmed anyway. Then he thought if he had been there, been at the mansion instead of out looking for the Riddler, he could have protected you then. And that thought brought bile into the back of his throat and a ringing in his ears as he struggled to keep himself standing amidst the anxiety in his body. How was he going to help you when he had no idea who the Riddler was or where he was located? He threw the closest thing near him at the wall across the room, and fell to his knees in anguish.

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 1 - Querencia

This is the next chapter of Querencia, directly following Park Day!

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No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Contains: dude whump, lady whump, team whump, superheroes and villains, head injuries, unconsciousness, kidnapping, restraints, noncon drugging, referenced homelessness, implied torture, death mention

Liliana is first aware of a sharp headache in her temple. Waking up with a headache is hardly unusual, she’s used to sleeping on asphalt and hard-packed dirt with not enough food or water in her system. But something in her gut is screaming wrong, something that makes her open her eyes instead of rolling over and trying to go back to sleep past the pain like usual.

She’s not in an alleyway. She’s also not in her new room at the warehouse. She doesn’t know where she is, which has her immediately sitting up, though she regrets it when her head pounds and the unfamiliar room sways around her. Squeezing her eyes shut again, she puts a hand to the side of her head and waits for everything to settle.

“Lili! You’re awake! Are you okay?”

Blinking, she looks for the source of the voice. It’s Nari, sitting a few feet away with Jamil, a smear of dried blood across her upper lip. And Alex…he’s lying nearby, and looks like he’s asleep. Or…unconscious? She refuses to think of the third option.

“I’m…I’m okay, just…” She pulls her hand down into her lap quickly. “H-headache. What, what happened? Where are we, i-i-is…is A-alex okay?”

“He’s unconscious,” Jamil responds, looking over at him anxiously. “Like you were. Hopefully he’ll wake up soon.”

“We’re not really sure what happened.” Nari shifts, and Liliana’s eyes are drawn to the handcuffs linking her right wrist to the chain link that makes up one wall of the ‘room’ they’re in. Something about that isn’t right, but her mind is swirling too much to pinpoint what it is yet. “Um…last we remember was being in the car and…hitting something, maybe? And swerving off the road. Then we woke up here.”

Right. The car wreck, she remembers that now. “I-I-I think…I think I h-heard people…talking. I don’t, um, don’t remember w-what they said.”

“Well, we all know that we make enemies in our line of work.” Nari drops her voice low, as if someone might be listening. “And this has to be about that. But…the question is, how did they know it was us?”

“I told you, it has to be Luna.” Jamil doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds small, and scared, like he did right after waking up from being mind controlled. “We knew she was going to pull something like this sooner or later.”

Liliana’s eyes dart around the room, trying to decide what type of building they’re in, even though she’s sure Nari and Jamil have gone over all those possibilities already. It seems like a storage area of some kind, though the part they’re in has been cleared out. The walls are concrete block, other than the one that’s chain link fence with a door in the center. Through the fencing she can see stacks of boxes, and maybe another area like the one they’re in, too. It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim lighting.

“W-wait, where’s…?” She twists, looking behind her, making sure she hasn’t missed him somewhere. Her ribs twinge, even more of them sore now than the one she’d healed. “Where’s Quinn?”

The expressions that come over both Nari and Jamil’s faces put an immediate knot in her stomach. They don’t get a chance to answer, though, because it’s at that moment that Alex groans and begins to stir. He’s handcuffed to the fencing, too, and so is Jamil. She’s the only one not restrained. Maybe they figured she didn’t look like a threat. They’d be right about that.

“Alex, dude! You had me worried, are you okay?”

Nari nudges Jamil with her elbow. “Give him a second to wake up, Jay.”

Groaning again, Alex scrubs at his stubbled face with his free hand. “Man, my head. I must have gotten hit with something big.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Letting his arm flop back to the ground, he picks up his head and squints at Nari. “Three.”

She nods and drops her own hand. “Yep. You’ll be okay. Just take it easy for now.”

“Um…” Alex rolls his head from side to side and tugs at his restraints a little. “Why are we in a dungeon and why am I handcuffed?”

Jamil lifts his shoulders up toward his ears. “We…got kidnapped?”

“What? How did somebody manage that?” He’s still pulling at his trapped wrist. “Wait, better question, why can’t I break the handcuffs?”

“Same reason I can’t.” Nari jingles her own set with a frustrated huff, and it finally clicks with Liliana why her being restrained felt so weird. They’re made of metal. Nari should be able to bend those to her will with little thought or effort.

“They’ve apparently done something to our powers,” Jamil explains. “I can’t replicate or anything, either. I don’t know if it’s something in the room, or if they drugged us, or what.”

“Great.”

Nari turns a thoughtful look on her. “If it’s drugs, I wonder if they gave it to you, too, Lili. I mean…most people don’t even know that you’re a part of the team, much less what you do.”

“Luna knows,” Jamil mumbles.

“I could, um…I c-could try healing someone? Alex’s head, m-maybe?”

“Guys!” Everyone’s attention turns back to Alex. “Where’s Quinn?”

Those same expressions are back. Jamil runs his free hand nervously through his curls, and Nari stares down at her lap. Liliana automatically starts fidgeting with her gloves without even knowing what’s going on.

“We don’t know.” Nari’s voice is never that quiet and unsure. “He, um…he wasn’t here when we woke up. We haven’t seen or heard anything about him.”

Everything falls silent. The severity and terror of the situation is finally sinking in for Liliana, making her stomach churn.

Is he hurt? Is he dead? Are they doing something horrible to him right this very second? Who are these people, and what do they want from them? And how are they going to get out of here if none of the heroes can use their powers?

“I’m…I’m sure he’s okay,” Nari begins tentatively. “He’s…the leader, they probably…just…”

A loud, strangled scream tears down the hallway and echoes through the room.

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