#soft!yandere!steve

[highonmarvel]

Isolation

Steve Rogers: Steve comes back.

An entry for Day 5 of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: Isolation, ft Steve Rogers (Captain America) of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Warnings: NON-CON, signs of declining mental health, captivity, 18+!

When Steve first put you in his basement, you nearly scoffed at the cliché: prisoner in the basement, like he couldn’t be bothered to be even slightly more creative. That was a few days ago, you think. You really had no way of telling. You remember screaming and banging on the door—you can still see the faint lines your nails scrapped onto it—but you can’t remember when that was. At first you counted a day as the next time you woke up, but you gave up, not because it’s obviously wildly inaccurate, but because you lost count of that, too.

You were hungrier than comfortable, but by no means starving, so maybe in that way it couldn’t have been too long, right? Without change, there is no time, and there has been no change in the basement since… however long it’s been. You couldn’t even rule out it had been months, though evidently ridiculous as that was considering your relative physical health (or, at least, as far as you can tell, or as far as you’re willing to believe), your sense of trust is out of balance.

Steve had been your best friend, you trusted him most, you never for a split moment thought he would hurt you. Steve, who’d you known all your life, time, as well, you’d known all your life: if you couldn’t trust Steve, could you trust your sense of time? You didn’t realise how much people rely on time, even when they have nothing important to attend to; time is the one constant, hours pass whether you want them to or not: you have no constant now.

You sit on the mattress (stained with a little blood you assume must be your own) hugging your knees to your chest, staring straight ahead. You weren’t going mad, you hadn’t had any hallucinations, had you?

Down here, there had only been the sounds you made—your breathing, your screaming, your crying—but your ears prick at an unfamiliar noise. It’s not unfamiliar, really, just one you haven’t heard in a while. Metal, not a lot, shifting around…

A key in a lock!

You scramble to stand up just as Steve pushes open the door, and your eyes lock immediately. You can’t help but notice even now he still has that superhero stance, his posture, standing tall and strong; assuring to everyone else, intimidating to you. But you refuse to allow yourself to be intimidated.

Steve doesn’t say anything as he begins his decent down the stairs; he looks away, but you stay fixated on him. When he reaches the floor, he turns to you with a smile.

No thought, you just sprint.

You dart towards the steps, but he easily scoops you up, and you’re bent over his shoulder, screaming as you hit your fists against his toned back and kick your legs uselessly in the air.

Another sound you hear, it sounds familiar, sounds like words being formed by a noise different to the one you make when you speak. It’s so bizarre to hear Steve speaking, so bizarre to hear anyone speaking but yourself after all (?) this time of hearing the same melody. It’s so bizarre, in fact, that you don’t really even register it, what he’s saying, until you’re dropped onto the mattress on the floor, falling quite a way (relative to what you would be used to hopping into bed) with a shriek.

“I’ve been alone, too,” he says, towering over you, blocking the single light that illuminates the basement, the light that hasn’t once turned off since you were thrown down here, it hasn’t even flickered.

He suddenly drops to his knees, straddling you. This position feels familiar, too; his knees caging you as you writhe under him in distress; it feels like the second time, now. It is the second time. And the first time this happened it ended with you being literally thrown into his basement. What would he do when he was done this time?

“Look…” he gently raises your right hand to his eyes, examines it, and then tilts it to display your nails to you; they’re bitten down so bad you’re bleeding, or maybe you’re bleeding from clawing at the door, either way, they’re damaged, fairly badly, and you stare back at your own fingers in shock. How could you not have noticed this?

“When you’re alone,” he says, gently, softly laying your hand back down to your side, “You hurt yourself. That’s why you need to stay with me.”

Right! You were at his place, as usual, and as you were falling asleep when he started, started speaking about how you needed to stay with him, because you needed him. Though while he violated you, he spewed the opposite.

“I need you…” he grunted.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, but that memory seems to be replaying in front of your very eyes, a huge wave of déjà vu crashing over you as Steve strokes the side of your face. You slap his hand away, and that loving gaze he’d been showering you in turns dark. You try to throw a punch to his jaw but he catches your wrists and gives you a disapproving look. It’s extremely frustrating this seems to be so easy for him.

With nothing else to do, you start kicking and screaming; you’re sure it won’t accomplish anything, but you refuse to just roll over and accept this, no. You twist and turn under him until, to your surprise, he raises himself just high enough for you to turn all the way over. Before you can comprehend your little freedom, he brings his knees back down to the back of your own, and though it’s evident he’s not using all his weight, it’s still enough to make you cry out.

He lets his knees fall to the sides and manages to restrict your movements enough to tug your shorts down.

You want to scream No! but after all this time, you’re not sure if your voice can work to form actual words; you’ve only been screaming and sobbing for days. Or hours? Since he left, you haven’t spoken since he left, and you’re not sure if you can now.

You hear him spit in his hand and his soft groans as he strokes himself, and you’re lucky you can’t see it. You try to claw at his legs as you feel him line up with your entrance but he manages to pull your wrists together and shove them into your back.

He enters you slowly and with a soft groan, tears springing to your eyes as you sob, incoherent; you’re sure you’d plead with him to stop if you could. He ignores you and thrusts deep, in and out; you’re sure his careful movements may have looked loving and respectful to someone on the outside, yet it was anything but, despite what he’d have you believe.

“I need you…”

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#sintember 2023 #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x you #dark steve rogers #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x you #soft!dark!steve #soft!dark!steve rogers #yandere steve rogers

[prettyinpink350]

❄️Candy cane lane❄️

(iPhones don’t have the candy cane emoji I swear they used too but whatever)

☃️⛄️Holiday fic!!!! Happy holidays everyone!🩵

Alpha Steve!rogers x omega!reader, CEO!Steve rogers x secretary!reader, Boss!steve rogers x employee!reader.

Some warnings will not be listed because the fic is not finished yet and I don’t know if there are any specific ones that I will need to add so be aware! (This list will be most of the warnings but just in case I’m letting you know because there might be one or two warnings that might pop up in the fic or in the real fics warnings but it might not be in this list)

Warnings: (minor spoilers, lighter topics/warnings are listed at the top and the father down the more graphic or sexual) readers body type or any physical characteristics/ features (like race) are not included or mentioned! This fic is for everyone except minors!!!!!!!!!! Fluff, Cuss words, boss employee relationship, hugging, holding hands, yelling, reader and Steve celebrate Christmas but no talks of religion!Steve gets angry at one point, other male attention that is not from Steve! Possessive behavior, slight obsession towards reader, Smut!: male masturbation, slight daddy kink, alpha x omega, biting (claiming), breeding, talk of having children! spanking, reader takes on a more submissive role, rough sex, p in v sex, condom is not used, reader is not on birth control, pussy slapping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving) ball play (reader plays with Steve balls) , more to be added I believe 🫣😬

The sings that got me in the holiday mood to write this 🤲💁‍♀️

#captain america au #steve rogers angst #steve rogers au #dark captain america #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha steve rogers #dark steve #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #soft yandere #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel #marvel au #marvel oneshot #dark chris evans #chris evans #christmas #hoildays #Spotify

[wildestdreamsblog]

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

Pairing: 6’4 Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Soft!dark Steve Rogers, Yandere!Steve Roger, size kink? Bad words?  If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

Summary: You just wanted to try one night stand- for the sake of your sanity. But who knew you would be doing it with the Captain America himself?

A/N: I came back bearing gift for you! Thank you so much for always supporting me my loves! Also quick life update, I have 13 days left in my job before I’m finally free~ will probably rest for a month before I look for another job for my sanity uwu. I hope you enjoy this! Also!!! 4kish fic, first time I wrote a one-shot thing long

“You!”

Sam jumped from his seat upon hearing your loud shout. Steve, who wasn’t expecting the loud sound coming from you, only calmly looked behind him from his seated form on the bar. He was still nursing the whisky despite his inability to get drunk, only accompanying Sam in what he called “boys night”, sans Bucky who was busy guarding his little bird. Or rather, stalking his little bird. He watched you over his hooded eyes, the dimmed lights from the bar making him looked dangerous, but it was the way he looked at you that almost made you stopped walking to him. He waited patiently for you to reach him, his form completely relaxed, his posture leaning against the bar and even seated, he managed to tower over your small form.

“Me.” Steve stated with a smirked on his face, the blue shirt he was wearing brought out the beauty in his eyes. You felt Sam’s dark eyes on you as if in thought why you were screaming at the Captain America.

Only that you didn’t know he was a hero. You weren’t from around here, you weren’t even from around this state. Or this continent. You were here for an overseas job that you just couldn’t not accept- a job that would get you out of your comfort zone and one that would broaden your career. Who could say no to that?

You squinted your eyes at him, taking his confidence and masculinity in.

“Do you find me attractive?” You asked with false bravado. At this point, you were beyond frustrated with the way you just finish. You meant, you were doing your part, you were putting yourself out there. You just got out of a three-year relationship, in which you never came, not even once. You could not help but think that maybe there was something wrong with you.

Were you not doing it right? Were you not putting more effort? Were you not just enthusiastic? You meant, how hard could it be? Other people did it on a daily basis- then why could you not orgasm? And you felt sorry for your then partner. You could not help but think that maybe you were the problem? Maybe there were just women who couldn’t come. Yeah, right. So you tried again with someone else for months. And. You. Still. Couldn’t. Come.

And so you promised yourself that this would be your last great effort in trying to achieve it. You told yourself to find the most attractive man in this fancy bar, and go home with him. So here you were, trying to stand taller than you actually were, and asking the handsome man in front of you if he found you attractive.

Steve tilted his head in the endearing way of his, looked down and up at you slowly running his eyes over your gorgeous form and met your eyes. His blue ones twinkled as if he found this amusing, “Yes.” His velvet voice affirmed.

“Then do you want to have sex with me?” You sputtered, hoping that your voice came out sure and not shaky, as what you felt inside.

Steve tilted his head, his long lashes fluttering as he blinked, as he regarded you. He looked like he was considering what you asked seriously.

Sam chuckled, in his own way of easing the awkwardness he was feeling after a moment of dead air, “Good luck with that. This man is as decent as-“

Suddenly, Steve rose to his feet, his huge form towering over you little one before he collected his leather jacket.

“I would love to.”

You blinked owlishly, craning your head up just to look at his eyes as he neared your little form, the soft lights from the bar was making him looked ethereal, as if he was an angel, one that looked at you with a dark glint in his eyes. He bowed his head a little so he could see better. He could not help but likened you to a little kitten, one that was hissing and standing up more than its actual height. Your head was just leveled below his chest. You were so small that Steve didn’t know how you survived life so far. He knew what it was like to be little, he was no stranger to being small. But back then, he had Bucky. And despite how brave Steve was back then, he knew he would diminished without someone protecting him. You reminded him of Steve before the serum. You were brave, so brave despite the tremble in your lips when you approached him. You were scared…but you still did it. There was something about your gentle courage that made him want to go with you just to see this through. He wasn’t like that. To be honest, he had always thought of women as something that he could survive without. After all, he lived a long life without a companion. He had never understood why Bucky was so enamored and captivated by his little bird.

But strangely, all he wanted to do was get to know you…so he could protect you.

So…was there someone protecting you, little kitten?

He smiled at you, his nose picking up your sweet fragrance. He wanted nothing but to smell you more. He cocked his head to the side, his hand going in his pocket as he watched you involuntarily take a step back.

“You can back out,” his baritone voice teased you. He didn’t know why he said that, perhaps it was his way of giving you a chance to get out of this predicament. Perhaps, he was scared to find out how he would be like if his incessant need to protect you deepened beyond going back. He watched your brows furrowed as if you were seriously considering backing out. He hoped you wouldn’t. For both of your back, he hoped you would. He was torn, but he wasn’t going to make the decision for you. No, you have to decide for the both of you.

“Are you scared, little kitten?”

You snapped your eyes back at him, the strong resolve he saw mere minutes ago was now back, stronger than ever. You stepped closer to him, and without thinking, you reached for his hand and pulled him, leading him out of the bar and into the life you would inevitably have with him when you made the decision to touch him.

Steve opened his apartment door, sidestepping and gesturing for you to enter his lair. You eyed him but he just gave you an innocent smile before tilting his head as he waited for you to enter his apartment. You stepped foot inside his apartment, your eyes roaming over the place of the man you wanted to sleep with. Your eyes found the hanged black and white photograph of him and a dark-haired man wearing what looked like an old military uniform. The next photograph was of a group of huge men wearing..costumes? Was Steve a model? You frowned before walking deeper into his apartment. His apartment screamed masculinity, it smelled clean and with a hint of his distinct smell. You jumped when you heard the door closed, Steve locking it as he put his car keys on the table. He smiled innocently at you before perching himself on the edge of the table, his stance completely relaxed like nothing could falter him. His heart swelled of approval when he asked you where you wanted to go and you suggested his place. Smart girl, he thought. You should not let anyone in your place.

You cleared your throat, standing awkwardly in front of this massive and handsome man as he looked at you with a smile on his lips as if you were amusing to him, “I like your apartment.”

“I like your lips,” he smiled sweetly at you before reaching his large hand at you, urging you to take it, “can I kiss you?”

You chuckled as you walked near him, “Is this how it usually goes?”

“What?”

“One night stands,” you clarified before stepping in between his spread legs instead of taking his hand, “the movies were wrong, then.” This close and you could see how blue his eyes were, how he perfectly sculpted his jaw was, how long his lashes were as he stared at you. Despite his half-sitting position, your head only grazed his chest. Slowly, his large hand covered the expanse of the small of your back, pulling you closer to his form, wanting to feel your warmth.

“How does the movie usually go, hmm?” He whispered as he ran his nose to your jaw, down to your neck, taking you in, taking your scent in because he had never in his life wanted to know what someone smelt like, only now. This was more than what was in the movie, little kitten. No, this was more intense.

You sighed as he pulled you even closer, “Well, usually, they go inside the apartment drunk out of their heads, bodies locked together as if all they are driven to do is to well, fuck.” You heard him chuckled, before he returned his eyes on you. Slowly, he tucked your hair behind your ear, “There’s usually not much talking, I think,” you added.

Steve tipped your chin to him, “Well I guess, this is not a one night stand, then.”

You weren’t given a chance to think about what had said when he decided to finally do what he had been wanting to do the whole night. Steve’s lips touched yours so tenderly, as if the huge man himself was terrified to know how your lips tasted like, only to find himself instantly addicted to them. He growled before standing up, your face in between his strong hands as he deepened the kiss, never giving you the chance to escape from his hunger, and not that you wanted to. It had been so long since someone made you feel something akin to this, or really no one at all made you feel like this. You had read about this, you had watched movies when the characters kissed for the first time. You had always thought that it would really be like that with you. But time and time again, you were disappointed. You had always felt nothing, you thought kissing was a chore.

But this- this was what the movies and literatures and art were talking about. This was the explosive feeling, the anticipation, and the warmth you never knew was possible to feel all at once.

You breathed once Steve separated from your lips, his chest heaving as his eyes darkened. You didn’t know how you ended up in his bedroom without you feeling it, but Steve guided you. He would always guide you. Without breaking eye contact, Steve took off his shirt before you, his muscles rippling with his every move and he looked stronger without his clothes.

Steve looked like a warrior.

“Seriously,” you voiced out despite your breathy voice, “what do you do? Are you a model?”

Because how the fuck could he looked like that with a normal job? You meant- he wasn’t going to look like that if he was an accountant, right?

He chucked before stepping closer to you and you had no choice but to step back as he invaded your space, “Something like that.” His baritone voice answered you before gently pushing you on his bed, you bounced only once because before you knew it, he was on you again. His large body encaging you, his muscular thigh on each side of your hips preventing any movement from you.

“How are you so beautiful?” He quietly asked, his eyes soft as he breathed you in that you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I should be the one asking you that. I can’t believe you agreed-“

Steve cut you off with the touch of his lips, his kisses deep. He was just glad you chose him. He was the lucky one. His lips trailed to your neck, sucking lightly as he squeezed your breasts, heaving as you gasped when he bit a little too hard. Steve had never wanted to mark anyone as badly as he did you, he had always been gentle. But something about you made him feral, as if he had no better purpose than to possess you, to make you feel as wonderful as you made him feel. You froze when he reached your underwear. Steve paused and looked at you from between your legs.

“Okay?” He whispered, afraid that he had scared you with his intensity.

You nodded sheepishly, before telling him the truth. “I just- I don’t want you to be angry or disappointed,”

He was shaking his head before you could even finished. Steve crawled his huge body to yours, “What’s wrong?” He asked as he caressed your cheeks.

You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up, “Ihaveneverorgasmwithaman,”

“What?”

“I have never-“

“No, I understood. Why are you sorry?”

“Because..it’s not normal and I’m scared you’ll get mad. I just wanted to put it out there that if I don’t, then it’s not your fault.”

You looked up at him over your lashes, trying to gauge his reaction to your predicament. He was silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours before he frowned, “I still don’t understand why you’re sorry. If they can’t do their job properly, then why are you the one sorry?”

You blinked owlishly at him, before being aware of your nudity and proceeded to cover yourself on his blanket only for him to wrench it away from you. His face darkened, why were you hiding yourself from him?

You gulped from the look on his face, before he leaned down, his lips moving against yours ever so deeply as if he never wanted to separate from you. You were so focused on his warmth that you didn’t notice his hand on its way to your pussy that you gasped when you felt him cupped your wetness.

“Those boys don’t know what to do with a precious gem like you,” he whispered hotly in your ear, his finger slowly rubbing your clit, massaging it so slowly that you didn’t know what to do but moan. “They don’t know how to treat this perfect pussy right-“ you felt his long finger in you, slowly inserting and twisting as it went inside. His thumb played with your clit, rubbing it back and forth as he whispered dirty promises in your ear. You were gushing embarrassingly fast that when he inserted another finger, that after he hit it just too right, you unbelievingly came. You back arched as he didn’t stop fingering you, even as he looked at you with wonder, strands of his hair falling on his forehead. “If only you could see you,” he growled as he quickened his movements, never giving you reprieve as you felt the coil snapped, bringing you to another pleasure. “I’m glad they never saw you like this. They might have never let you go.”

And he won’t.

You rested your hand on his hard chest, trying to push him away. “Wait-“ you tried catching your breath as you felt him crawled down to your pussy, as he spread your legs farther apart, as he used his shoulders to stop you from closing it, even as you covered your still quivering pussy from his lips.

“Yes, my little kitten?” He answered, his eyes focused your disheveled form.

“I’m Y/N,” you couldn’t believe you were introducing yourself to a man who just made you come twice.

“I know.”

“How?”

“I saw you ID.”

What? When?

“Now can you please remove your hand so I can finally eat my pussy?”

His what now?

“I’m still sensitiv-“

“Kitten,” his authoritative voice called out to you, letting you know that he meant business, “we have years to make up for your disappointing sex with disappointing boys. I take my job seriously, so can you please remove your hand from my pussy?”

And he ate you with gusto. His appreciative growls and moans adding to your pleasure, lapping at your pussy as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he had been craving you for so long. And when he inserted his tongue in you, his dark eyes at you, and as your impending orgasm came, his hands on your thighs tightened, preventing your from moving, And all you could do was to take what he was giving you.

“You are so receptive to me, kitten. Do you know what it does to a man?” You heard him asked, and you heard the buckle of his belt resounding to the quietness of the night, the sound of his zipper was so loud, the rustle of his pants as he stripped from them made you opened your eyes. You sat up sheepishly, his hand pumping his hard cock once, twice- his eyes never leaving yours even as your crawled away from him. There was no way that you could come again, despite your ages long dry-spell, coming numerous times in a row was intimidating you. “Steve-“

He cut you off he started crawling to you, his hard cock pointing to you. It was so big, and it looked so angry that you acted before you could think. You made it to the door, but you should know you couldn’t outrun a super soldier. You felt his large body behind you, his hard cock trapped between his abs and your back. “You know what it does to a man, little kitten? It makes him want to keep you, to possess you.

And that night, he did possess all of you.

“I swear Bucky, you have to do something about your best friend. It’s been more than a month and he acts so irritable I swear to God the agents are terrified of him,” Sam ranted to Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Well, maybe Bucky’s also Sam’s best friend but no one should know. Sam would not live the end of it.

Bucky hmmed, his eyes focused on his phone as he texted his little bird that he would be home in a few hours.

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Yes, Samuel. Steve is like that because he lost his little kitten when she was already in the grasp of his hand. And now he couldn’t find her.”

“Right. So why not just move on?” Sam pondered, he couldn’t understand how these men lost their ever-so loving mind over a woman. He meant, Bucky lived for work back then, so focused on his task that he thought nothing could fazed this man. Then entered, his little kitten. And now he lived and breathed to protect her. On the other hand, Steve was the most gentle and kindest soul Sam had ever met. He couldn’t even hurt anyone except when it was absolutely needed, always had the longest patience and was the voice of reason when Bucky found his little kitten.

But now, looked at him- brooding with his long hair that he had no more time to cut from looking for her everyday, snapping at the mistakes of the agent, and training them with intensity that made even Sam wary.

“Why should he? He’ll find her,” Bucky shrugged, unbothered by what was happening to his best buddy. “He wanted to join the military even when he was sickly and under qualified, and he did. He wanted to save the world despite the imminent danger, and he did. You should know, Sam. It’s only a matter of time before he finds her.”

“Find who?” Steve grumbled, his long legs carrying him inside the training area, his hair swept back.

Bucky flashed his best friend a smile, “Well, who else? Your little kitten. In the first place, you should have guarded her better.”

“What was he supposed to do, Bucky? Tie her up so she wouldn’t be able to escape the next morning?” Sam asked jokingly at the two men training with him.

“Maybe I should have.”

What?

“Capsicle,” Tony called from the door, gesturing for Steve. “You made another agent cry. I am so exhausted from putting out fires. First, it was Bucky with his insubordinate ass. But thank fuck he found his little bird and now he’s at least 47% better to work with. Now you, making our agents cry with your strictness and your rigorous training. I need you to lead this team and really lead it. What’s with you? Is it because of that girl? What should I do to return you to normal? What should I do to make you sane again, huh, cap? Should I find her myself? Is that what you want? Because I am so exhausted from placating our agents and listening to their complaints. What should I do? You want me to find her? DONE!”

Steve frowned, he was only half-listening to Tony’s tirade when what he said caught his attention. “What?”

“You’re welcome,” he drawled before rolling his eyes and turning his back on Steve, “I should be the irresponsible one! Stop making me the responsible one I hate it!”

Your eyes trained on your laptop screen as you continued your report on the medicine that your group had been working on. You had been busy for the past month and seeing the success of the medicine was making all the hours you spent working worth it. You sipped your coffee, the small coffee shop’s interior was somehow making you more productive. You returned your attention on your report, the caffeine hitting you just right. You were so immersed with finishing your work that you almost didn’t notice the huge man planting himself on the seat in front of you.

“Long time no see, my runaway kitten,”

Your eyes widened at that familiar voice, one that whispered sweet nothings in your ear more than a month ago. His blue eyes were hidden by his dark shades. You couldn’t see his eyes, and thank God you couldn’t because if you saw how intense his eyes were, there would be no doubt that you would run again. And he couldn’t let it happen the second time, could he? He watched you as you looked surprised by him. He reached for your coffee and took a sip of it, never straying his eyes from yours. “Nothing to say to me?”

“I’m sorry.. I don’t know the right protocol for what we did. I thought one should leave after the deed?” You asked, clearly confused. You meant, wasn’t that how one nights stands were supposed to go?

“Is that why you left?”

You nodded slowly. You had enjoyed the night you spent with him. He was extremely masculine, but nevertheless, he took care of you. He was gentle as he cuddled you, even as he cleaned you his touches were soft as if he never wanted to hurt you. You felt so cared for, so feminine that night that there was no doubt in your mind that you chose the right man that night.

But like all things, it had to come to an end.

Steve frowned. This could all have been avoided if only he cleared things with you, or if he held you tighter that night so you wouldn’t be able to leave. Nevermind, that would be the last time you left.

“So how’s work? How’s your modeling career?”

“Excuse me?”

“You told me you were a model,” you clarified with a smile on your face.

Steve cleared his throat, dodging your question. You were already skittish enough, what more if you finally knew who he was? No. He had to cement himself in your life first. That way, you wouldn’t be able to escape him that quickly.

“Do you find me attractive?” He inquired, throwing back to you what you asked him that night.

You frowned, of course you did. You meant, looked at him. There was no way he was real.

“Then do you want to go out with me?”

You paused. You liked him, you really did. But you didn’t think you were ready for a romantic relationship just yet. You smiled at him softly, reaching for his massive hand. “Steve,” you started before looking up at him, “I am not ready for a relationship right now.”

He considered what you said, his jaw clenching with the thought of not having you. But like anything he had ever wanted, he would find ways to get it.

He offered you a small smile, “I understand.”

You found yourself that same night plastered on his door, Steve’s muscular arms on either side of you as he kissed you, something he would make up for missing you for over a month. If you weren’t ready yet, Steve knew he could do other things to speed things up. He knew you were going to end up his, it was only a matter of time. He wasn’t above seducing you, little kitten.

You only needed a nudge.

And if that didn’t work, well… he could always accidentally forget protection.

You wouldn’t be able to leave the next day if you had a baby, right? No. If the public found out about you, the whole world would expect that Captain America would do the right thing by you. Steve would never have to wake up without you again.

Set in the same universe as Your Protector, Forever

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

love your dark!yandere!eddie work BUT let’s talk about dark!yandere!steve for a sec. how would he react if you told him you wanted to take a break ??

"you wanna what?" steve's hands were on his hips, looking down at you on the couch as you inhaled shakily.

"stevie, you never let me do anything, i-i just need to figure some stuff out 'n--"

"hold on, hold on," steve put his palm up, silencing you; his eyes closed tightly before opening. "what do you mean i never let you 'do anything'? sweetheart," he sat down next to you, bringing your hand up in his as he gave your knuckle a soft kiss. you felt your body warm up, and you cursed yourself for feeling so strongly towards him.

truth is: steve was nice and kind and generous...that's what you thought whilst dating him until he manipulated you with his soft voice into doing anything he asked. you were too scared to break up with him, but it was so so hard. he knew exactly how to make you listen to him.

his eyebrows were pulled upwards as he looked at you softly, and you knew by then you were screwed.

"you know that i love you so much, right?"

you nodded, your bottom lip pouted outwards as you tried not to cry. you failed. tears wept from your eyes as steve brought his hand up to your face, wiping away the tears. "i'm just--i just want to make sure you're safe because i love you so much, baby. c'mon, you know that."

you sniffled, and he cooed small, "awh," before bringing your head to him, his lips kissing your cheeks and forehead gently as you whined.

"don't worry, baby, 'm not mad at you..sometimes we make mistakes, 'n that's okay. you just made a small mistake 'n that's alright, yeah?"

he held your chin up to make you look at him with your wet eyes, his thumb stroking your chin as you nodded again, complying with his manipulation.

"yeah." he faux pouted, kissing your lips softly and repeatedly until you giggled wetly.

"'m s-sorry," you whimpered, and he just shook his head, bringing you to his chest.

"'s okay, baby, i know. i know you won't do it again, right?"

his voice was so soft that you just nodded dumbly along with what he was saying.

steve waited forever to have you, and he was never going to let you go.

never going to let you get away.

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[mo0nfairy]

hiii! <3 how are you?

could you please write yandere headcanons about what steve or eddie (which ever one you are better writing for-) or, if you do poly relationships : both of them?) would do if their s/o escaped?

i’ve read through your work for past fandoms and i’m absolutely obsessed. keep it up :))

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 ⸺ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

˚ ✩ 🦕 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧀

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿!! 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁! <𝟯

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, & 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, & 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍

steve harrington can’t tell if your existence is a blessing or a curse

you are heart-shatteringly exquisite, but adoringly devastating all the same

you were a humble abode that steve was lucky enough to live within and you adorned your dwelling with all of the warmth and love a human could ask for 

but now that you’ve left, steve is stuck here, left in the deep, desolate loneliness that permeates the air within the bare walls

he’ll try and decorate the absence you left all he can; he’ll place slivers and trinkets of you on the mantle and windowsill, wash the blood from the wounds you left down the kitchen sink, and leave an extra plate of food on the dining room table for you just in case

however, at the end of the day, the house is still devoid of life and you’re still missing from his arms

you were concerned about the great miles that would separate you from each other once going into college

for that, you would force steve to combat his inability to adapt to your absence

how could he protect you? how could he take care of you?

how could he… how could he possibly live without you!?

and that leaves you here, walking hand-in-hand through the halls with no other than eddie munson

you stare at eddie with that familiar, but devoted gleam in your eyes, give him that sultry smile that would make any living creature quiver in the knees, and you let your undeserving “boyfriend” indulge in your all-too weakening kiss

all as if steve had never existed

and although you did enjoy being with a certain preppy boy, you never knew how blissfully freeing it would be to lip-lock with the town’s outcast

sure, at times you do miss that white picket fence of familiarity steve had gifted you

sometimes, you still ponder over what you’d name your six children once you got out of the hellhole that is hawkins; you still think of those blissful nights tangled together in the pool and falling asleep together while some cheesy rom-com echos from the television

but this longing is merely rare, as you adore being the ruler of the hellfire club and to sit beside eddie on your throne (although somehow you do end up sitting in his lap most of the time); you love to sit front-row as he sings the lyrics that all revolve around you and to trace your fingers over the tattoo he got of your name over his heart, knowing that every beat of the organ pulses for you

this revelation isn’t uncommon as you tug at the necklace eddie gave you with his lucky guitar chip swung upon the chain, ignoring the heartfelt and longing gazes from both steve in eddie in class

you’re completely unbeknownst to how their once gooey-eyed gazes fall on each other, and how that glimmer reserved for you accelerates into a flare of pure wrath for one another

and my god, do these boys despise each other

eddie is everything steve was raised to hate: non-conformist, freakish, unorthodox

there is a major part of steve that believes eddie is tainting you in a way — the way he so frivolously lets you partake in dangerous activities and how he is forcing you to engage in this “satanic” club of his

eddie drives steve absolutely mad

steve is everything eddie learned to hate: preppy, popular, conventional

although most of his hatred is rooted in his insecurities and resentment, this doesn’t take away from the fact that eddie believes steve is tainting you in a way, as well

shielding you away from the happiness of the wretched world which he excuses as “protecting the one he loves most” and forcing you to live the american dream filled with pure conventionality and gloom

and steve drives eddie absolutely mad

but hey, maybe in another universe, you both could’ve worked out together, you ponder to yourself

however, knowing the two boys, you knew that there would never be a possible reality where that could be arranged

it is eddies jealousy and steves overprotective nature that is preventing any kinship from being formed

however, the next day follows suit, but this time steve is left to wallow in complete and utter devastation

he assumed this would be another day of sulking in his sorrows for the one who got away, praying that you would race to him and turn those yearning stares into a kiss of reunion that without words says: “i’ve been lost for so long without you, but i am home now”

but, this day has now become something much, much worse

your face — your perfect, adoring face has been plastered on posters all over hawkins, with a vibrant ‘MISSING’ above your head

steve begins to stammer, accusing his peers of putting together this sick joke, all while tears seep down his cheeks and his body trembles from the sobs escaping his throat

he loves you, oh god, does he love you

and to know this that was your fate and the fact that he wasn’t there to protect you pains him in such a way he never knew was possible; in a way that no human would ever deserve to feel

but beneath that deception of despair, the only thing that seems to clog his brain is the pure, unadulterated rage for whoever is responsible for your vanishment 

this fury now plays into his day-to-day life following your disappearance as well: grilling the cops and causing a scene in the hawkins police department, the enraging glances towards a rather paranoid eddie, and how he consoled the dead weight in his heart through courting others, hoping by some miracle that he’d catch a glimpse of you within these plastic people

he possesses the demeanor for it too: miserable, wretched, and aggressive towards anyone who managed to tick him off in the slightest

after several days of the mental torment causing havoc within his brain, here steve is now at skull rock, tip-toeing his way to the edge of sanity with another person at his side

he’ll play pretend to soothe the wounds within him all he wants; pretend it's your lips against his own, pretend it's your hands traveling down his body, and pretend it's your sweet voice drowning him in the praises that the people at hawkins high blindly give to him

but nothing, no one could ever do the same things that you so effortlessly do to him

he shoves them off of him roughly, to where they begin to stutter with their eyes blown in confusion as steve shouts at them to leave him to wallow in his own despair

the person obeys and races off into the night, leaving a shattered steve to sob and sulk in his feelings

this grief pounds in his chest like a second heart, beating and battering against his ribcage like a savage animal locked in a cage

any more of this and his heart may just break through its restraints, to where he’d be left to bleed out on the woodland floor

the hell he’s been through the past week makes the idea comforting, in a way; to put the misery to rest lulls the man to some temporary tranquility

however, this is only a fantasy as steve gazes through his tear-stained vision up at the moonlight peeking through the leaves

the faint sound of rustling grips his attention, to which he assumes its that student whom he can’t remember the name of returning to try and comfort him

a flare of anger enlightens within him as he shifts his stare forwards, his eyes locking on an abandoned shack just a few yards away from where he sat

the rustling gets more intense and the noise is clearly coming from within those rotten wood walls, to where steve stands, wipes his tears, and begins tracking over to the hut

was it an animal? maybe just the wind?

the foggy windows refrain steve from peering in to identify the noise, right before an all-too-familiar voice permeates the air before him

“hello?” a small voice calls out in a faint whisper

steve’s blood runs cold — it’s you

he is completely still in his stance, staring upon the cracks and decay that adorned the rustic door that separated him from you

then, he finds a rock from the dirt below and bashes the lock swung upon the doorknob in such an enranged hysteria, your stomach drops with dread at what vicious creature stands outside

the twilight sky glows into the room as the door creaks open, illuminating those features of yours beneath the radiant moonlight that he missed so dearly

“oh my god, y/n….” steve rushes over to where you were seated, cradling your face in his palms and solemnly caressing your cheeks

those tears return to his eyes, not due to how he longed for his missing soulmate, but for the sheer relief that now coursed through his veins

“i can’t get it off” you cry, alluding to the corroded rope looped around your wrists you had been attempting to wrangle free from 

steve’s eyes lock on the binds and in a swift, hysteric motion, he had let you free from your restraints

“i’m right here, y/n/n. can you tell me what happened?” steve inquires and a shiver tickles up your spine at the mere thought

after all, these past few days have been quite the adventure for you

if you had known that eddie was this paranoid over the fact that steve ‘the hair’ harrington could sweep you off your feet again, you never would have even shown up to school that day

if you had known that your lover would’ve gone to such drastic, extreme measures to keep you at his side, you never would have dated him in the first place

if you had known that your beloved boyfriend would have been the type of person to kidnap you, you never would have taken a drink out of the milk carton he so slyly drugged

the harmony of crickets and waves splashing against the lakeshore pervaded the rather cozy room you had first awoken in

decorated in glimmering fairy lights and engulfed in the fluffiest blankets you had ever touched, you would’ve assumed you had awoken in some sort of comfy haven

but you were wrong, oh so wrong

as you attempt to grasp hold of your head to soothe your pounding headache, you then discovered that your hands have been restrained behind your back

“hey, shhh… take it easy, sweet thing” a voice whispers out through the thick silence, “i’m right here, i won’t let anything happen to you” that voice... 

is that... eddie?

this was the first of many revelations to come that eddie munson, the black sheep of hawkins, was truly as crazy as they all say

and these past few days have been filled to the brim with nothing but pure confusion and the sweet affections of your lover

he is very intense with his attempts to woo you into the comfort he so desperately wanted you to feel, but he is aware that the faults that lie beneath his perfectly sculpted facade may be just what drives you away 

and eddie is terrified of that reality

he’ll tell you tales of all the d&d adventures you have missed due to your current circumstances; he’ll read you the lyrics he’s been writing for you that are all so sickeningly sweet that they make you gag

and he’ll force you into his despairing embrace by nestling himself into your arms, his own subtle way of asking you to hold onto him and play with his hair

during this period, you have questioned him on his intentions, but he refrains from explaining himself due to his own shame

however, you have managed to connect the dots and decipher that this mystery was caused by the jealousy of your current kidnapper boyfriend and the longing ambitions of your ex-lover

and after you explain this to steve, you shudder beneath his now brutal gaze

there is not a single word that comes from his mouth, only the huffs of solid resentment you can only assume are from the racing thoughts of murder that are now plaguing his mind

he takes his bomber jacket off and wraps it around your form, nestling it around your boyfriend’s hellfire shirt he put you in that reeked of cigarette smoke and marijuana

with a tight grip on your wrist, there is no time to balance your stance before he’s racing with you through the forest

you once thought escaping from your assailant was a fever dream, but pure glee and adrenaline are now coursing through you as you both sprint away

the two of you are finally able to catch your breath when you find a boat left astray on the shore of lovers lake and without a mere second to think, steve is guiding you into the boat

as steve begins paddling you far, far, far away from eddie’s clutches, the soft melodies of summer sounds and soft waves alludes to a distant, but a fond memory of steve’s

your very first date; when you were both naive sophomores and spent the afternoon sailing across the tides of lovers lake beneath the spring sun

your words which were like honey when they meet his ears and that iridescent smile of yours that rivals the sun — this effect you have on him is stuck against him like a bloodstain on a white shirt

oh, how he had hoped and prayed to experience such a moment once more with you, but not like this

never like this

“Y/N!!!” a surge of pure terror strikes through both you and steve like a lightning bolt, finding no other than eddie fucking munson shouting from the shoreline

an array of obscenities are shouted to steve while he tries to get the lifeless motor functioning, but his best efforts are futile as the motor sizzles pathetically and a cloud of black smoke suffuses the night air

your long-haired boyfriend practically leaps into the water and swims in a frenzied hysteria

after all, this is you that’s on the line; this is you that he is about to lose and eddie would rather die than ever let the universe take away such a blessing as yourself away from him

steve curses at the machinery and you then whimper out his name as you notice the male swimming closer and closer and closer to the two of you

steve’s gaze turns forward before a hand adorned with silver rings grasps hold of the side of the boat, to where both you and steve then plummet into the water beneath you

and for a mere moment, you’re at peace

engulfed by the cold waves of lovers lake, iridescent moonlight peering into the water

then, pure chaos ensues and the rays of light from above ignite the violent scene before you

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM!!” is shouted into the air as lake water seeps down your throat

you try with your best efforts to swim away and escape the aggressive hands that are grasping at your limbs as if the two boys were playing tug-of-war

your ears are far too clogged with water to interpret what is now being spoken over the loud hassle of crashing waves, but from your judgment, you can only assume these boys are letting out every feeling of possession, anger, and pure infatuation for you on the other

and you are absolutely right

they’re clashing against one another causing their blood to swirl along with the water, all while trying to claim you for their own and to save you from the other

you’re tugged into the embrace of one, then thrust into the warm arms of another, covered in their blood and the bruises they left from their desperate attempts to keep the one they love most with them

and without a single glance back, you manage to wrangle yourself out of their brawl and surge through the waves like hell

and with a brush of luck you thank the universe graciously for, you made it safely onto shore without any further altercations on your end

laying down in the dirt, you try to catch your breath as you cough up all the water that had permeated your throat and lungs

pure exhaustion overwhelms every bone within your body, but through your indistinct hearing, you manage to hear cries of your name and the boys’ aggressive attempts to make their way to you

you manage to find your balance and fight through the fatigue, beginning to dash your way through the dark forest

and as you scrape your skin along the numerous twigs and trees that you were unsuccessful in dodging, a mere question plagues your mind: how did i get here?

how could i have trusted them? what on earth could i have possibly done to deserve this!?

however, questions aside, all you know is that now, whatever home you had built for both steve and eddie had been burned to a crisp

and that leaves you here, running as your cries plague the midnight air and your body coated in the ashes of your once humble abode.

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[almond-tofuuu]

Maybe dawnbreak! Zayne eventually finds a way to get to the world he 'dreams' about, and meets the mc. (yandere tho???)

Oooh I love this idea!!!! Thank you anon!!!

Hope you enjoy 💕

The Reaper's Embrace

Dawnbreaker! Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight yandere/possessive elements, possibly ooc Zayne/Dawnbreaker (I tried my best)

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

Something was wrong with Zayne.

When you left work to find him waiting for you outside the building, a strange sense of unfamiliarity washed over you, as though your subconscious was screaming about a danger your brain couldn't register. Which was absurd, right? Zayne wasn't a stranger, far from it.

Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing. The sleek, black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the long, dark coat he wore over the top blended seamlessly into the night. He looked intimidating, almost scary, his imposing form striking an eerie resemblance to that of the grim reaper.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind, "I'm being ridiculous! It's just Zayne, so what if he's dressed a little differently. I must be even more exhausted than I thought" after mentally reprimanding yourself, you make your way over to Zayne, ignoring the unsettling chill running down your spine.

"You must've gotten off work early today if you're here to pick me up! Sorry if I kept you waiting" you greet him warmly, soft smile on your face despite the increasing paranoia building inside your mind.

Zayne doesn't respond, his eyes that are usually filled with a tenderness and warmth now appear cold and lifeless, but there's a hint of something else in his gaze, something almost crazed and predatory. It makes your blood run cold, as if the ice of his evol was flooding your veins. It's as though you're in a trance, your mind is begging you to run, to get away from the man in front of you, but your body won't respond, frozen under the intensity of his gaze.

Zayne takes a careful step towards you, one hand slowly reaching out but stopping just short of touching your cheek. He hesitates, as though he's afraid to actually touch you. And he is. He's afraid that this is just another dream, a cruel trick his mind is playing, and the moment he touches you, you'll disappear, slipping through his fingers like the early morning mist.

Zayne has dreamt of this moment for so long, thoughts of you haunting him, consuming every fibre of his being until the only thing he could think about was you, you, you. For years he had been forced to watch you through the eyes of the doctor, taunted by the other version of himself that got to hold you.

But not anymore. Now that he had finally found his way to you, he wasn't going to let you go. The doctor could never love you the way he did. You were a ray of sunlight that broke through the darkness that shrouded his life. You were his saviour, his guiding light, you were his.

As Zayne's hand hovers inches from your cheek, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a primal instinct urging you to flee. But you're rooted to the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense, icy eyes. With a trembling breath, you brace yourself for his touch, unsure of what to expect.

Finally, his fingertips brush against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, but beneath the surface, there's a palpable intensity that sets your nerves on edge. For a moment, the world falls away, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his touch, the way it sends a rush of conflicting emotions swirling through your mind. Fear, desire, uncertainty—they all mingle together in a chaotic symphony that threatens to overwhelm you.

And Zayne feels it too. The warmth of your skin underneath his cold, calloused fingertips is enough to cloud his mind with desire, all thoughts of logic and reason are forgotten as his eyes darken. The tender hold he had on your cheek turns into a bruising grip of your jaw, his other hand encircling your waist, pressing your body tightly against his, strong arm preventing you from escaping. Lowering his face beside your head, 'Zayne' finally speaks, warm breath fanning over your cheek. And although the smooth, deep voice is familiar to you, the darkness of his tone has your body trembling in fear.

"I've waited for this moment for so long. Finally, you're mine. And now that I've got you, I'm never going to let you go."

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #lnds #lnds zayne #zayne x you #lads zayne #dawnbreaker

[imyourbratzdoll]

hi bestie 🥺👉👈 I saw that your requests are open so… yandere!nomad!Steve falling for someone while on the run, he still wears disguises and stays low profile so it’s easy to follow her around, but he grows tired of the distance and strikes !! me thinks… he has her swooning immediately (after all, he already knows everything about her), and goes full daddy mode during their first time: rough and nasty but sweet, a dash of mean and condescending bc she fell right into his trap 🫶✨

hi, baby! I really hope you like this, and I'm sorry it took so long, I wasn't expecting a literal writing goddess to request something, so I wanted to make it as good as possible!🥺

summary - the moment steve saw you, he knew he needed to have you. so he thought the best way to get to know you... was to stalk you, what happens when he finally makes his move?

warning - stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, semi-public, smut, daddy kink, potential kidnapping.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

Steve couldn’t stop. For months, he’s been following you wherever you go, watching you. He’s even gone as far as stalking you to your home, sneaking a peek through the windows. His favourite part was when you slept, well, the second favourite. Nothing could beat watching you shower and lathering your nude form with lotions afterwards or the fact you’d take out your pathetic excuse of a toy and shyly play with your pretty little cunt.

A grunt falls from his lips as he tugs on his throbbing member. Steve’s lust-filled eyes focus on your exposed cotton white knickers, balls tightening as the cloth sticks to your folds. The thought of getting caught excites him even more. Steve watches your soft breasts bounce when you stand, and the sight causes him to pick up the pace. 

When Steve feels his end approach, he stops and tucks his hard cock back into his pants. A dark smile forms on his face as he stands at full height. Steve’s grown tired of just watching you. He wants to feel you under him. He wants to make you moan his name instead of those pathetic ones you let out with your small toy.

The burly man takes long strides toward the naive woman. When he gets close enough, your vanilla perfume fills his senses. His cock twitches, and the excitement of finally talking to you, makes him nearly cum. He clears his throat as he stands behind you, needing your attention.

The squeak that leaves your mouth and how you look up at him with those doe-like eyes as you spin around. Nearly make Steve go feral, he offers a charming smile, hoping not to scare you away. Steve holds back a smirk as you relax under his gaze, “sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you look and had to come to introduce myself.” He puts a handout, nearly groaning when you slip your small one onto his. “I’m Steve.” 

“I’m Y–Y/n” He brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses her flesh, enjoying how her cheeks turn a rosy pink. 

“That’s a beautiful name, which doesn’t surprise me as you look like a goddess.” A smooth chuckle leaves his lips, his hand still holding yours as he looks down at you. “Would a gorgeous woman like yourself be willing to let me take her out?” A dark smile appears on Steve’s face when you nod, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.

“D–Daddy! Too much! Ohhh.” Steve growls, slowly pulling his cock from your tight cunt only to thrust back in roughly. One hand grips your hip while the other pulls the front of your dress down, groaning as your breasts bounce free. Steve leans down and latches onto your nipple, grunting as you pulse around his thick, throbbing member. 

“T–Too much? Is my cock too big for the poor baby?” His large form leans over your tiny body, squashing you further into the bed as his thrusts continue. “Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you, baby? I thought you said you could take me. Were you lying to me, sweetheart?” His cock throbs as you whimper, feeling his cock throb as thick tears roll down your face. You feel so full and split open at the same time your mind begins to go dumb. “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you can answer me. Don’t you want to make daddy happy?”

“I do! I do! I wan’ make daddy happy! F–Feels good, so good!” You babble, drool leaking out of your mouth and eyes rolling to the back of your head, legs tightening around his waist, wanting to feel him deeper. A whine escapes you as his thrusts become more brutal, causing your body to move up the bed. “Daddy! M–my daddy!” 

Steve grunts, his darkened blue eyes glaring down at your sopping cunt, watching his cock pierce in and out of you. “That’s right, sweetheart. All yours, just like you’ll always be mine.” Your hands curl and grip the blankets, biting into your lip as you stare up at the god-like man. Steve deepens his thrusts. “You going to be my good girl and cum? Cover daddy’s cock with your juices?” You nod, whimpering and crying as your walls tighten and spasm around him. Steve groans as it becomes harder for him to pound into you. Using some of his super soldier strength, he pushes through. His eyes roll back as you squeeze his thick member. Juices squirt from your used hole, covering him and the sheets around you. Your body sags into the bed, and exhausted moans leave you when he continues to pound into you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as his balls tighten and his cock twitches. Steve buries deep inside you, letting go, spurts of his thick cum filling and leaking out of you. 

You whimper when Steve pulls out of you, tiredly watching as he lifts his finger and collects the cum that leaks from your hole and pushes it back in with a curl of his finger. “D–Daddy…” Steve continues to thrust and curl his finger until you twitch and more of your juices coat him.

He takes his finger out and puts it into his mouth, groaning as he tastes you. His eyes roll back, sucking your juices off of his finger. Steve crawls beside you and pulls your used body against his large one, stroking your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. “It’s okay, sweetheart….” He looks down at you and smirks, “You have no idea how much I have been holding myself back from you.” Steve leans down and presses a kiss on the top of your head whilst whispering. “And now that I’ve finally had you, I’m never letting you go. I love you too much to let you slip from my fingers, my sweet baby doll.”

He lies back, slowly drifting to sleep with you in his arms, smiling as he thinks of the cute little sounds you’ll make as you cry when you wake up and find yourself in an unknown place. Steve found you once and won’t let the last of his happiness disappear. 

You will be Steve’s forever… whether you like it or not.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[trinittyy]

fic recs

just a little assortment of my favorite works to keep track of them and also show love to the respective writers.

note - a majority, if not all, of the following works contain dark content that some could find triggering. tread carefully.

divider by @firefly-graphics

toxic affection - @love-toxin

warnings: harassment, bullying, some violence, forced relationship

pairing: yandere!bakugou x reader

literally unashamed to say that BNHA fanfiction is what brought me to Tumblr

but this was one of the first I found and it's epic

what's your escape - @gotnofucks

warnings: obsession, possessive behavior, non-con

pairing: dark!sherlock holmes x reader

the man is disastrously down bad for the poor reader

she was so witty and clever but in the end, he got what he wanted in the most satisfying way

infatuation - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - masterlist

warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, non-con

pairing: dark!clark kent x reader

poor girl didn't have a clue or a chance in the world to escape this man

sidenote: I can't add Roo to the recs without mentioning just how talented she is. She was the first proper introduction to dark fics in the Marvel fandom and I've been hooked ever since. The amount of detail and dedication that goes into her work is noticeable and she's a talent that deserves recognition. It's one thing to make me like a fic or two of my favorite Marvel men but another to have me thirst over shit I didn't think I'd like.

naughty ransom holiday tales - @jtargaryen18

warnings: kidnapping, non-con, dub-con

pairing: dark!ransom drysdale x reader

guilty pleasure series

hate to love ransom but I can't help it

what the king has - @sincerelythedarkside

warnings: dub-con, character death

pairing: soft!dark steve rogers x reader

royal au

love me a good jealous steve

plot twist shocked the shit outta me

smut was out of this fucking world

love bites - @cherienymphe - masterlist

warnings: character death, jealousy, non-con

pairing: dark!steve rogers x reader, peter parker x reader

modern vampire au (what's not to love there)

this actually made me cry like a bitch

ongoing series

sidenote: Seeing as Cherie will be on this list many times, I have to say it's difficult not to add every piece of work on this list because while some writers have a magnum opus, everything she writes is a work of art. Her range and the backstory she puts in her characters make each story feel like a movie I just can't get enough of. Will forever love her writing.

kryptonite - @cherienymphe

warnings: non-con, obsession

pairing: dark!bruce wayne x reader

the build-up and tension gave me actual chills

trailer park babydoll - @mypoisonedvine

warnings: dub-con, infidelity, age gap

pairing: wayne munson x reader

guilty pleasure fic

absolute filthy smut

wrath of the dragon - @straywords

warnings: non-con, chasing

pairing: dark!daemon targaryen x reader

yet another down bad man

overdue - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

warnings: creepy curtis, non-con, obsessive behavior

pairing: dark!curtis everett x reader

there's little to nothing i love more than a good ole broody man with attachment issues

anxious - @syntheticavenger

warnings: stalking, kidnapping

pairing: dark!peter parker x reader

tasm peter

cutest in a way lol little fic

the dream that got away - @dotieeee

there's not nearly enough dark fics ft my fave peter so I love this one

warnings: dub-con, non-con, manipulation, controlling behavior, obsession

pairing: dark!morpheus x oc!mera

probably the first dark fic about morpheus

each chapter was a masterpiece

and i still haven't seen the show lol

thanks for the invite - @syntheticavenger

warnings: non-con, bitchy friend behavior, implied drugging (i think), oral (f receiving), slight bondage

pairing: dark!lloyd hansen x reader

a funny little unhinged lloyd fic

rsvp - @syntheticavenger

warnings: dub-con, hide and seek, exasperated bodyguard, exhibitionism (a bit)

sequel to the fic listed above

lloyd is still unhinged and reader is still suffering

#fic rec #dark fic #dark!clark kent #dark!peter parker #dark!steve rogers #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!morpheus #dark!curtis everett #dark!sherlock holmes #dark!daemon targaryen #dark!bruce wayne #dark!bakugou #dark!ransom drysdale #x reader

[famwhy]

Right Way Up (Prologue)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Synopsis: You always hated when your favourite characters died in shows or movies; always longed to have the opportunity to save them. So when you're transported into one of your favourite shows of all time, what else are you supposed to do besides save your beloved characters?

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

masterlist. next part.

prologue. bring unto me misfortune

enter: steve "the hair" harrington

"—GET off him, Y/N!"

You blinked, puzzled. "Huh?"

A face—below you; beaten bloody and blue.

Arms—around you; tugging, pulling, yanking.

It took a few seconds to sink in, to register your surroundings and properly digest them.

You were straddling someone, legs thrown over their hips as you held them down with your weight. Your knuckles were red, speckled with the droplets running down their nose... their nose—oh god, their nose—it was crooked, bent in ways you hadn't ever thought were possible outside of movies; ways you hadn't ever wished to come across in the whole of your lifetime.

Did you do that?

Your brows were furrowed. Why were they furrowed? You didn't recall feeling angry before your afternoon nap—if anything, you were more relieved—so why now did you suddenly find yourself on top of this random teenager, who you never even once recalled spending a moment of your life with, while your fist was slathered in their blood?

"Jesus, I get that you hate him but there's no need to kill him!" That same voice from before piped up. "You'll get in some serious trouble."

What the hell was he on about?

There were so many more questions running rampant in your mind but the tugging sensation around your waist finally prevailed, pulling you straight out of your thoughts and, subsequently, straight off that boy.

"Y/N, c'mon. We gotta go before we get in some deep shit."

Your head swerved around, finally allowing you to catch a glimpse of the guy who had both of his hands securely wrapped around your waist—albeit you did have to strain your neck a little. 

He had brown locks that swooped over his scalp to rest perfectly against the top of his head—smooth and silky with a shimmering sheen coating their surface. It was a unique hairstyle, one that seemed way too... familiar for your liking.

"Ah shit."

His hand reached out, and it was only then that you truly realised how bloody your fingers were; when he grabbed ahold of them and pulled them closer to his face, consequently staining his own hand too.

"You're hurt."

His brows were furrowed and a heavy frown had tugged his lips down, making it appear as though he was concerned about you—but, how could that be possible when you had never once met him in your life? Or at least, you thought that to be so.

He dragged you inside a building, your feet bumping against the rough surface of concrete as you continued to lay limp in disbelief, bewilderment, and utter, utter confusion.

Lockers, around you, rows and rows of them. Okay, so a school. You were in a school. You were in some random school being dragged by some random boy with bloody fists that just now began to ache lightly. 

This was definitely a dream—that much you concluded right away. Some weird dream where you found yourself in high school with a... cheerleading outfit on?

The skirt, the bright colours, the large logo—yup, there was no mistaking it, you were in a cheerleading outfit.

Oh wow, a dream where you were a cheerleader that beat up random guys in such gruesome ways? Kinda cool, if you were honest.

"Shit, looks like the nurse is out," the familiar boy spoke again, "hang on, I think I can help patch you up."

He gently placed you ontop of a bed, one that felt soft and plush around your thighs. It was quite comfortable and you almost couldn't help the need to bounce on it slightly; feel its spring underneath you to truly test if it was, in fact, a bed.

The room he took you to was grey, looking old with some tiles on the wall having been chipped away; as though it hadn't been tended to in a long time. A little unhygienic, you had thought, but nothing unexpected of a school.

"You have got to stop getting into fights," your eyes wandered back over to the boy, taking in the sight of him scurrying through some drawers; almost as though he was looking for something, "I know it's been hard—y'know, since that whole incident with the demogorgon and stuff—but that doesn't mean you can keep getting into fights like this to toughen yourself up—"

Woah, woah, woah, did he just say demogorgon?

"—I promised you I would protect you—didn't I?—that you didn't need to worry about stuff like that. Just... let me keep you safe."

He paused after he said those words, looking over at you with such soft, tender eyes—you almost let out a light gasp from how intense the care in them felt.

This boy... how exactly did you know him in this dream? Was he a friend? A lover? Sibling?

You briefly parted your lips, blinking as words formed on the tip of your tongue—seconds away from escaping your mouth—when a thought suddenly occurred to you, and you sharply pressed them against each other once more.

He mentioned a demogorgon. There were only two pieces of media you knew of that mentioned demogorgons. DnD and... Stranger Things.

Suddenly, it all clicked. The hair, the uniform, the school environment, the demogorgon—you were in Stranger Things, sat in Hawkins High, right next to Steve Harrington.

Holy shit. How did you not realise it before?! You were literally sat right in front of Steve 'The Hair' Harrington himself—a guy known for his unique, 'pretty boy', hair!

Holy crap.

"Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Huh?" You blinked. "Oh, uh, I'm fine."

As fine as someone who just found out they were in a dream about a bloody horror show set in the 80s could be.

He slowly approached you, and it was only then that you noticed the roll of gauze in his hands.

"Yeah, sure you are," he quipped with a frown.

You rolled your eyes. "I am, Steve."

"I know, I know, I just—" he paused and let out a light, frustrated sigh, as though he was trying to release some sort of heavy weight he was bearing, before combing a hand through his hair, "—I don't like seeing you hurt."

That was when you remembered how sweet he truly was after season one of the show, and your eyes softened as you gazed at his clearly-concerned form. Well, at least your dream was merciful enough to allow you to be close to Steve; so close, in fact, that he would have this much concern over you in the first place.

The gentle hold of five somewhat-rough fingers against your wrist only proved your points further as he lightly tugged on your arm and brought your knuckles closer to his form—his touch sending tingles down your limb now that you knew who, exactly, he was. C'mon, who didn't have a crush on Steve Harrington?

The soft fabric of a cloth met with your skin, slowly wiping away the sticky liquid on its surface to reveal your bruised—and slightly busted—knuckles underneath.

"Since when did you get a tattoo?"

"Huh?" You blinked.

Confused, you followed his line of sight, finding your eyes landing on three thick, red lines displayed clearly on your wrist, right where the bump of your veins were visible; so prominent, in fact, you were surprised you hadn't noticed them there earlier.

"Shit. Don't tell me you got it while drunk." Your eyes shot back up to him. "Seriously, Y/N? How many times do I have to tell you not to get blackout drunk?"

You didn't know how the hell those tattoos got there and, from the looks of things, Steve didn't either. Maybe it was some weird detail your dream decided to add on—wouldn't be the first time, and certainly wouldn't be the last either.

He sighed, eyes closing for a few brief moments before opening once more with yet another intense look to knock you off your feet. "Alright. Lemme just wrap up your wound."

His nails then dug into the edge of the gauze, pulling and prodding at it until a corner gave way before he was able to further force it apart. Then, his hands moved back to yours; left wrapping gently around your fingers; right rolling the gauze over your knuckles just as sweetly. 

A small smile tugged up your lips. It felt nice to be cared for like this—comforting. 

"Alright, uhh, that should be it," he announced, slowly pulling away to leave nothing but the lingering sense of warmth from his touch in his wake, "you have practice later, right? If you don't like how it looks, you can cover it up with your, uh, plastic, ribbon ball things."

"Plastic, ribbon ball things?" You rose a brow.

"Yeah—y'know, the ones that you shake about during games?"

Was he talking about what you thought he was talking about?

"You mean pompoms?" You couldn't help the amusement that seeped into your tone.

"Yes!" He snapped his fingers with a smile. "Pompoms!"

Dear lord, he was so cute, it was otherworldly. You must've struck it super lucky to have gotten this dream, almost made you not wanna wake up. Although, hopefully you would awake before having the pleasure of meeting a plant monster with thousands of razor-sharp teeth ready to bleed you dry.

"Nance and I'll take you home, alright? Just in case."

Nance?

Oh shit, yeah, he was still with Nancy. You were crushing on a taken man. Sorry, Nance.

...although, technically, he wouldn't be taken for long since they did break up in the show so... you were totally allowed to keep crushing on him.

"Y/N?"

A hand waved back and forth in front of your face.

"Oh, uh, repeat that."

His lips pulled down again and you found your heart constricting slightly—ribs suddenly feeling like too much as guilt engulfed your form. He was worrying for you an awful lot, huh?

"Are you alright, N/N? You're not usually this out of it. Do you want me to stay here with you for the rest of the day?"

The way he spoke; the concern-ridden scrunch of his brow; the lack of distance between his form and yours—it all added up, suffocating you in a hold of responsibility you didn't wish to be within. 

"It's okay, you should get to class—" you mustered up a smile as best as you could, praying to God he wasn't able to see through it, "—I've caused you enough worry for the day."

His eyes softened and he reached out a hand, placing it gently against the bare skin of your shoulder—those familiar tingles running down your arm at his touch. "It's okay, I don't mind. You're my best friend, N/N. I'll never see you as a burden."

Warmth—overwhelming and fluffy—all around you; coating your form in a lovely bubble of pure bliss, all from a few words. How the hell was he so smooth?

"Careful, Harrington," a broad grin spread from one side of your face to the other, "you've got a girlfriend."

He rolled his eyes with a little chuckle—and you swore your heart just fluttered—"Nance won't mind. I've known you my whole life, shitbird."

The insult was enough to cause your eyes to crinkle in amusement as a light laugh left your lips. "Okay, okay, dipshit. Go to class."

Finally, his lips turned up instead of down—gently this time; soft without a hint of anything sharp in them; that paired with the intense care swirling in his eyes—god, he had to stop doing that.

"There's that pretty smile."

"Steve!" You batted him away, shifting your head to the side to hide the ever-growing tug of your lips. "Go!"

"Alright, alright," he relented, pushing himself up from the kneeling position he was once in as he took a few steps back, a broad grin situated on his face, "I'm going. See you later, shitbird."

Before a retort could escape your mouth, he was gone.

You rolled your eyes but the traitorous grin on your lips gave away your true feelings.

You just had banter with the Steve Harrington. King Steve himself. This dream was a blessing in disguise. It had to be.

Apparently, you were also best friends with him too. Another absolute win in your book. 

Hours; you would've spent hours gushing over him—squealing like a little school girl with a crush—but the next thing that happened occurred too quickly for you to continue your spiel, too fast for you to register anything else.

A brief spike of white, hot pain shot through your knuckles—so quick, you almost couldn't believe it happened. But it was there. It happened.

"Agh!"

They were hurting. Holy shit, they were hurting. How was that possible? Was this a lucid dream? It did feel surprisingly realistic, and very, very immersive. That was probably all there was to it, right? 

But... weren't dreams incapable of emulating pain? ...or was that death? Stupid memory. Maybe if you allowed yourself to take a nap, you'd wake up on your couch again in the real world. Then you'd probably start to sulk about how you weren't actually friends with Steve Harrington and how he was, unfortunately, just a fictional character.

"Y/N!"

The call of your name had your eyes averting from your wrapped up knuckles and towards the entrance of the room, landing straight onto puffed-up blonde hair adorning the same bright colours as yourself with hands covered by the so-called 'plastic, ribbon ball things'—as Steve called them.

"What the hell are you doing here?! We have practice and you're captain, you can't ditch!" She placed both of her covered hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes in your direction before her gaze seemed to zoom in on one specific part. "Why is your hand all wrapped up like that?"

Something about the way her nose scrunched up in disgust as she said those words didn't sit right with you. It was almost like just the sight of the gauze repulsed her... what the hell was wrong with bandaging your hands?

"They're hurt," you responded curtly.

She merely rolled her eyes. "They're ugly is what they are. How do you expect to cheer with that?"

Okay, this dream was officially turning into a nightmare.

You stood abruptly, clenching your hands into fists before wincing as another pang of pain hit your knuckles—effectively dispersing the rage festering within you.

Though, one look at her scowling face and soon, it was back; stronger than before. "Forget it, I'm not going."

"What do you mean? You're captain."

"So you keep saying," you rolled your eyes, "where's Steve?"

"Harrington? In the library with his girl—hey! Where are you going?! We need you for practice! L/N!"

You shoved past her, making sure to very unpleasantly bump into her for being so bitchy, and continued marching down the halls.

You weren't sure where the hell the library was but you'd be damned if you weren't about to find it and have Steve haul your ass back home so that you could get a proper grip on this... whatever the hell this was.

This whole situation was insane. You almost never had dreams where you were able to enter a fictional world with scenes and interactions this vivid. Hell, you almost never had dreams in general. To go from that to this was... overwhelming to say the least.

It took a few tries (and definitely way more wrong turns than you'd care to admit) but you found the library eventually, and with it: Steve and Nancy.

"Harrington."

"Y/N?" He blinked, pushing himself off his seat beside the shorter brunette—so quick to act, in fact, that it took you a few blinks to actually register that he got up as soon as you called out to him. "What are you doing here? Don't you have practice?"

It only took one glance to his side to feel that constricting feeling in your heart again; one look at Nancy's face. She kept glancing between you and Steve, brows scrunched up with a mixture of emotions you couldn't even begin to decipher. 

But nevermind her feelings right now—for all you knew, none of this was actually happening and it was probably just one big dream where you inserted yourself into the world of Stranger Things. That was why you needed Steve to take you home. You didn't know where your home even was. Steve could help.

Sorry Nance, you'll break up with him soon anyway.

"I wanna go home." 

Your words immediately spurred that soft, tender look he adorned earlier back onto his face and he took a step in your direction, arms slowly stretching out towards you.

"Let's go then."

"I'll come too," Nancy's voice came out abrupt and—dare you say—panicked as she stood up just as suddenly as her boyfriend, still gazing at you with that storm in her eyes; clouded but a hint of concern slowly growing the longer she gazed at you.

You could do nothing but attempt to show her as reassuring a smile as you could muster.

It wasn't long after your little scene in the library that you entered Steve's car, marvelling a little at the old model that looked nothing like the Toyotas and Hondas you were used to seeing in your day-to-day life.

Everything was just so surreal, you couldn't help but enter a daze each time you came across something familiar and yet, entirely new (or perhaps, old) at the same time. The seats, the handles, the wheel; they all had this feel about them, one you couldn't quite place your finger on.

"You alright back there, Y/N?"

Your gaze moved to the rear-view mirror, meeting softly with those tender eyes Steve couldn't seem to help when looking at you.

You simply gave him the same shaky smile you had given Nancy earlier. His tendency to care was so sweet, just another trait of his that shot him up the list of your favourite characters from the show. Unfortunately, you couldn't indulge in it for too long, you weren't in your right mind—there was a lot about this whole scenario that you still needed to process; to think through and settle on reasonable conclusions with. 

Until then, you couldn't interact much with Steve. No matter how much you wanted to.

"Alright, we're here." He turned in his seat, resting his elbow on the shoulder to gaze at you with scrunched brows. "You sure you're okay?"

You parted your lips to respond—words barely processing in your dazed mind—but it seemed as though the only other girl in the car already did it for you.

"Jesus, Steve—" Nancy rolled her eyes, "—she's fine, you don't need to baby her so much."

"I'm not..." his face scrunched up a little, as though he was trying to figure out how to react to her phrasing, before he resumed his speech, emphasising, "babying her, I'm just worried, y'know?"

It felt nice to have Steve care for you so much. Distracted you from that dull ache that shrouded your knuckles, fogging your vision up with your baffling situation and leaving you unable to manoeuvre through the vast amount of heavy mist it surrounded you with. 

But that was all it was. A distraction. You didn't have time for those right now.

With that in mind, your voice pierced through their conversation as you announced, "I'm fine. See you tomorrow," before stepping out the car—one foot followed by the other—and shutting the door behind you.

Their calls practically fell on deaf ears as you marched towards the quaint house—confusion clouding your gaze; confusion that was further amplified as you closed in on the building.

The garage was open. And was that...?

"Huh?"

Legs, peeking out from the underside of a car—a tool box sat not too far from them. Then, all too suddenly, the squeak of wheels was followed by a waist, then a torso, and finally, a head.

"What are you doing home? Don't you have practice?"

You scrunched up your nose, scoffing, "why does everyone keep saying that?"

The male sat next to the car narrowed his eyes, jutting out one leg before directing a finger your way and saying—rather pointedly, might you add—"watch it. I'm the oldest."

You blinked.

"Since you're here early, make yourself useful and go get me the wrench out back, would ya?"

You blinked again.

Just who exactly was this guy?

"I'm not getting any younger here, Y/N!"

"Gheez, okay, fine. I'm going."

Guess you had to wait a little longer to set your mind straight.

The dirt felt icky underneath you, squelching with each step you took around the side of the house as it clung to your sneakers, trying desperately to sink you beneath the earth's surface. It was gross. You didn't want to do this. Why the hell were you even listening to this guy?

To make matters worse, a stupid fog was starting to cloud your vision, wafting through the air and obscuring all that was within 10 feet of you. Furthermore (as if there wasn't already enough), a harsh breeze swept over the exposed areas of your skin, rising goosebumps to their surface and causing an involuntary shiver to run down your spine.

Great. Just what you needed.

Well, at least you could see the silhouette of a shed now. And... whatever the hell that thing next to it was.

You squinted, eyes zooming in on the smaller figure ahead of you. Four legs, a tail, and a rather pointy head. Were you seeing things?

It became more apparent as you approached, however, that you were not, in fact, seeing things.

It was large—not enough to be mistaken as a human, but enough to just pass being a dog—and lanky, so very lanky. The way flesh molded around its bones was grotesque, and you shuddered to think of what it would look like without the human-looking skin covering its insides.

The thing that really hit the nail in the coffin, though—that really had your heart jumping out of your chest—was the way its head opened up, almost reminiscent of a flower, except... a flower didn't open to reveal thousands of razor-sharp teeth underneath its petals.

Thousands of razor-sharp teeth that were looking to impale you.

"Shit. Shit."

A demodog.

You were so dead.

#stranger things #stranger things x you #yandere #x female reader #x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #yandere steve harrington #yandere eddie munson #yandere billy hargrove #.right way up

[sweet-writings9]

Only For Them | Prologue

Summary: A lone omega was on the run from a ruthless alpha. Running was all she knew until she bumped to two certain alphas that would change her life forever. Crazy things happen to her once she realizes that they are her mate. Two mates. How will she able to cope?

Characters: Omega!Fem!reader , Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Bucky Barnes (James Barnes)

genre: omegaverse au, alternative au, love, humor, angst, comfort, yandere

notes: hello everyone ! my old account got hacked so I had to make a new one sadly *cries* anyway, I hope you guys like this! i had to edit it and make some changes. if you are interested and wanna get tagged just comment below or send me a DM. Feedback is appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy this little peek lol

Footsteps echoed through the dark city as rain poured even harder. Slight winds getting bolder as they came stronger by the second. A soft thud echoed in a dark alley as heavy breaths were heard. [Y/N] tried to catch her breath as she was on her knees in a puddle. She had been running for the past hour from him. He had finally found her. After so long trying to get away from him, he found her once again.

In the back of her mind, there was this small little voice that kept nagging at her that he would always find her no matter what. Her whole body shivered as she managed to get up.

Chills ran thru her whole body as she walked deeper into the dark alley.

"I need to keep moving.." She mumbled to herself as she kept her feet going.

If she stopped then he will catch her again. She couldn't let that happened. She already caused a lot of trouble for everyone.

Especially two men that hold her heart so deeply.

Steve and James.

Tears rolled down her face at the thoughts and memories of them. She was only with them for a couple of months and it had been the best time she's ever had. She wouldn't let him hurt them. She would never forget herself if they are hurt because of her.

Even her wolf is hurting. Clawing and howling at her to get back to her mates.

Well, now her ex-mates.

Her heart was tearing so much at the last moments she was with them. How she had to hurt them to get away.

She couldn't move anymore as she leaned against the wall, sobbing her heart out.

"Stupid [Y/N]…I'm sorry Steve…James. So sorry." She mumbles as she slides down to the ground, exhaustion winning the game. "I'm so pathetic..such a pathetic omega."

Her vision was slowly getting worse as she was seeing double now. As she sat there, memories of her time with them flashed in her mind once more. Her lips curved into a smile at all the love and care they gave her. Even the rest of their so-called family. They welcomed her with open arms which she wasn't used to. She felt like crying even more from losing them to him. Fear of him hurting her new family. She would rather give herself to him than have him hurt her family.

Her mates.

The thought of her mates was killing her even more. She gasped for air as it felt like someone had punched her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

She wrapped her arms around herself as if she could just turn invisible. She wished all this ended. All the pain. All the running.

Just everything to stop.

She sniffed as she tried wiping her tears or so called rain. She knew that she had to keep moving. She couldn't stay here. She slowly managed to get up on her feet as she was about to be on the move until something stopped her.

More like someone did.

"Doll…?"

Her eyes widen at the soft, broken tone that she's very familiar with. Her body froze for a slight second before she kept moving.

"Take one more step and you'll get it."

Another familiar voice that she knew.

She shook her head as she kept her legs moving.

"Leave…me..alone." She says out loud, trying to sound confident yet it sounded like a cry for help.

"Like hell! Doll stop this!"

His yell made her shake in fear at his alpha tone as she gripped on her head, trying to forget all about him.

"Please…just stop…" She mumbled to herself but loud enough for them to hear her.

"We will never stop."

That voice sounded closer which caught her off guard. She cursed under her breath as she was about to make a run for it until she bumped into a hard body. A warmth that she knew very well.

She gasped as she backed away and looked up to see blue eyes looking at her.

It was Steve. He looked so broken and hurt.

"It's all your fault that he's like that." A small voice echoed in her mind.

She shook her head as she backed away from him, hoping that she can outrun him but as soon as she turned around, she noticed someone in front of her. Someone she knew very well.

"Doll…please stop this. Just come home with us."

It was Bucky. James as he would always tell her to call him.

He was the most emotional one of the two and she could easily tell that this was hurting them two. Not just her.

She shook her head as she backed away from both of them. If she ever got too close to them both then she'll give in to them. She couldn't do that. She had to leave and fast.

"I…I can't go home. He'll…find me. He'll kill you to get…to me."

Steve and Bucky looked at each other before looking at her, getting closer to her.

But the closer they tried to close the distance, the more she'll open it.

"We can protect you, love. You know that we can protect you. You're save with us." Steve tried to reason with her.

She shook her head.

"No, if he hurts you then…I..don't.." She couldn't even finish the sentence.

She kept looking away as she tried to find a way to escape them.

But there was no way.

She was weak and tired. Also an omega. Unlike them that are alphas.

She didn't know how long the silence was but it suddenly stopped once she felt rough hands cupping her face as he made her look at him.

"Bu..Bucky…"

Rough lips smashed against her as she couldn't help but moan at how bad she had missed him. It had only been a week since the last time she saw them. Now, they were here in front of her and Bucky was kissing her with so much passion. She could feel the burning sensation thru his body pressed against hers.

"Don't you dare leave us again, Doll. I don't care about him. I only care about you." He mumbles against her lips before kissing them again harder. "It's been only a week and I'm this crazy looking for you. I'm not letting you handle this alone that's why we are here. That's why we are your mates. We are in this together."

[Y/N] gasped as she looked up at him, staring into his beautiful, brown eyes that she grew to love, but that quickly changed as she felt another pair of arms around her waist. A different type of warmth behind her. She glanced back to his blue eyes staring at her with so much love in them.

"S-Steve…"

"Love, we've told you before. Whatever happened in the past with you, don't worry. Me and Buck will protect you. No matter what. It doesn't matter whom or what. We will always protect you." He said with a stern look on his face while he leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #marvel #mcu #james barnes #stucky #captain america #winter soldier #bucky x reader #steve x reader #omegaverse #alpha steve rogers #alpha bucky barnes #omega reader #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:

please he'd get so mad!!!

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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))

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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.

everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.

eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.

steve's lap.

you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.

you're his, for crying out loud!

sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.

how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.

he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.

happy because of him.

so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.

but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.

he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.

that should be him.

it usually was.

how could you betray him like this?

you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.

eddie's heart practically melted.

steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.

"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.

steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.

"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.

eddie felt his body heat up with anger.

the fuck do you think, Hairball?

eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."

"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.

"y-yeah," you giggled.

eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.

why are you doing this to him?

"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.

eddie felt like he was going to be sick.

"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.

normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.

"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."

you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.

steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?

when would that.. freak get over you?

the answer: never.

you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.

was he mad at you?

once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.

"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.

"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".

"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.

"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.

"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"

he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.

Almost.

"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.

"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.

He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.

"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.

"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"

you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.

pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.

"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.

"I love you more, eds."

"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.

However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.

"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.

For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.

He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.

Steve left early.

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btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33

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[atlasscrumpit]

Yandere Steve/Bucky

(au where they won the war, Steve didn't die and Bucky didn't fall off a train, set in the 40s)

Bucky looked down at you and smiled, running his hand through your hair.

"Steve's going to love you so much, darling girl. Our perfect girl." He whispered to himself while he played with your soft hair.

"Our perfect wife." He whispered, smiling before he heard the door open.

He left your room and saw Steve coming home.

"Hey, Buck." He muttered as Bucky smiled.

"I have a very special gift for you, punk." Bucky said as Steve looked at him in confusion and slight worry.

"What's going on?" Steve asked as Bucky grabbed his hand and pulled him to where you were unconscious.

"Y/N?" He muttered, quickly rushing up to your bedside.

"Is she okay?" He asked as Bucky smiled.

"She's perfect, Steve. You always talked about how perfect she would be as a wife. Now she can be." Bucky said as Steve looked at him with confusion.

"What? What are you on about?" Steve asked as he looked back at you and felt your forehead for a temperature.

"She doesn't know what's good for her, Steve. All those dates she goes on? Those disgusting men always around her, living in a crappy apartment by herself. The war is over, Steve. Don't we deserve a good life? Don't we deserve to have her as our perfect wife?" Bucky said as Steve looked at him in shock.

"Bucky, what the hell has gotten into you?" Steve asked as Bucky grit his teeth together.

"She is staying here! I burnt down her apartment anyway!" Bucky shouted as Steve looked at him in utter disbelief.

"Bucky... What the hell?" Steve growled before they heard a noise from you.

Steve looked back to see you starting to wake up.

"Buck, out. I won't mention what you did but I'm not letting you talk to her right now." Steve scolded as Bucky took a deep breath and left without another word.

Steve looked down at you as your eyes started to flutter open.

"Easy, Y/N." Steve whispered as you began to wake up.

"Steve? What's going on?" You asked as he helped you sit up, you were still pretty groggy.

"It's okay, you're at Bucky and I's apartment. What's the last thing you remember, love?" He asked as you tried to think back.

"I went out to lunch with Bucky and then I remember not feeling well so we went back to the car and then I fell asleep." You muttered as Steve nodded.

He needed to come up with a pretty good lie.

"Well, there was a fire at your apartment, nothing survived. I think Bucky was trying to find a way to tell you but he didn't want to wake you up." He said as you looked at him in confusion.

"My home burnt down?" You muttered with sadness in your eyes.

"Yes, love. But, it's okay, this can be your home now. You can stay with Bucky and I." He said as you nodded a little.

"Bucky was acting weird when we went to lunch, is he okay?" You asked, Steve sighed but nodded his head.

"Yeah, I think he's just a bit all over the place at the moment. After he came back from fighting he was different...but I guess that's to be expected. Especially because Hydra captured him." Steve replied as you nodded.

"Yeah... You're right."

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Everything seemed suspicious about this situation, you trusted Steve and Bucky but they had been acting weirder than usual...especially Bucky.

You were making breakfast for them one morning and you felt arms wrap around your waist, you knew it was Bucky but your never been very affectionate with either of them.

"Buck?" You muttered as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"I could get used to this." He muttered as you chuckled awkwardly.

"I just thought I would do something nice for you since you've let me stay here." You replied as he backed away a little.

"I was thinking... Why don't you live here permanently? I know you've been looking for other places but I don't think it's a good idea." He said as you looked at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?" You asked as sighed.

"Y/N, you can't live alone in an apartment you're whole life. Who's going to take care of you?" He asked, you looked at him and backed away.

"I can take care of myself, Bucky." You replied with anger evident in your voice.

"No, you can't Y/N. You need Steve and I, we will take care of you, spoil you and you can be our perfect little housewife." He said, stepping forward as you looked at him in fear.

"What the hell has gotten into you!" You shouted as he pushed you against the counter and kept a grip on your hip with one hand.

"You need me, you need us, we have to take care of you." He whispered as he leant in and forcefully kissed you.

You tried to push him away before someone grabbed him.

"Bucky, enough!" Steve yelled as Bucky backed away.

"Y/N, love. Thank you for breakfast, just go into your room while I sort this out, okay?" Steve said as you nodded and ran off obediently.

"Why does she obey you so easily!" Bucky says about to rush towards you before Steve grabbed him.

"Buck! Enough, you need to calm down. This is all too much for her, I agree that we have to take care of her but she needs time to settle in, okay?" Steve said in a stern way as Bucky sighed and nodded.

"You're right, we need to take it slow." He replied as Steve nodded and let him go.

"She'll realise she needs us soon enough."

#Mcu #Marvel #marvel cinematic universe #Bucky #Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #Yandere bucky #yandere bucky barnes #Yandere Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader

[cryptidcasanova]

Skull Rock Reckoning

Demon!Eddie Munson x Reader

Ohmygoodness. Like, holy shit, I got the coolest Hellfire Haunts request in my asks. I had it all ready to go, was going to save it in my drafts, and then it never did save. Poof. It’s just gone, not in asks or drafts, so I am so sorry if I am losing you in the tumblr mess!

It was a request for Demon!Eddie, using prompt #1 (I’ve waited lifetimes for you.) It was so so sooooo good, I just had to write it!

Summary: Imagine if Jason Carver and his buddies tricked the reader into going up to skull rock, and instead it was really a sacrifice ploy. They were trying to sacrifice them to summon a demon (Eddie) who is less than thrilled, but it turned out to be a soulmate encounter.  

So! If this was your ask, please let me know, and I’m sorry I lost it in the mix!

Warnings: Dark!Soulmate AU, Yandere, Soft!Dark Eddie, Violence, Blood, Dubious themes.

Words: 3k

Jason Carver was the golden boy of Hawkins High, and even after he graduated, his name still carried the same authority.

Sure, you had seen him around. You remembered the way he laughed around his friends and how his eyes would linger when he thought you weren't looking when you two were in school. You knew of his popularity and affinity for the cheer squad. So yes, you knew of Jason Carver.

You just never expected to hear him call your name while you were cruising down the grocery store aisles.

The sound of it was strong, and you turned to see him walking down the aisle with a shopping basket in his hands. You stopped with a slight wave. The smile he gave you was jolting.

"Hey," He grinned. "Have you ever been up to Skull Rock?" He asked, leaning against the wall of canned food.

He had never initiated a conversation with you before, but then again, neither had you. You two ran different circles growing up.

"I can't say I have." You told him with a lazy grin, moving down the aisle to pick up a jar of peanut butter. He watched with mild fascination.

"We're throwing a little party up there for Halloween. Tomorrow night. Spooky things go on up there," Jason continued, and you walked alongside him.

You turned your head back to his, catching his stare. "You know, they say it was a place for satanic worship." He teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"It sounds like a bunch of hocus-pocus."

He scoffed lightly, putting a hand over his chest.

"It's the best place to be. There are no cops, and there will be drinks and music. It'll be a lot of fun." He said. "And I wanted to see if you'll come this year." He gave you a serious look.

You had never been invited by Jason Carver to a party before.

Even when Steve used to throw parties, that was different. You knew Steve, had mutual friends with him. Jason was hardly an acquaintance.

"I don't know," You thought about it, weighing the pros and cons.

"Give it a chance," He smiled again. "Give me a chance. I can pick you up and everything."

You gave him a once over.

Jason wasn't a regular on your radar, but you did notice him. It was hard not to with his popularity and good-boy persona. And you didn't have any plans.

"Oh, what the hell," You nodded with a grin. His dashing expression was blinding. "I'll bring beer."

You should have known it was too good to be true.

Jason had his own agenda all along. You couldn't have known that it was a trap, that you were just another checkmark on his list.

You couldn't have known even when he picked you up in his truck the next day. He was a gentleman, complimenting your little black dress and bat earrings. You got all dolled up for Halloween. He even offered to help you bring your beer bottles to his truck.

For a fleeting moment, you were excited.

But as soon as you opened the truck door, his old basketball buddies jumped out. You were in too deep. You knew something was terribly wrong.

They dragged you into the backseat, covering your mouth and holding you down. The fight was laughable. There were four of them, covering your mouth with duct tape and surrounding you in the truck. They were terrible.

Your wrists and the crook of your elbows were taped. Above your knees and down by your ankles were taped. It was a little more than overkill.

And then, you were trapped between two of them in the backseat while Jason drove, one of his cronies messing with the music.

You couldn't fight off the roll of nausea in your stomach as one of them wafted something under your nose. Was it sage? Weed? It was disorienting, and you couldn't get away.

"Let's go catch us a monster, boys." Jason grinned, looking in the rearview mirror with wild eyes. "This is the year; I can feel it."

There was something deceptively charming in those eyes, something much darker than you thought Jason Carver could be capable of.

There was no Halloween party at Skull Rock.

You tried to fight against the hazy feeling in your head, even as Jason's silhouette in the front seat got blurry and you slumped against the backseat.

He was the monster.

The night was quiet when Jason and his goons finally dragged you out of the truck and into the woods. You had no clear sense of direction. You felt stoned, your legs swaying lightly as he carried you over his shoulder.

The terrain was rugged, and you could feel stray branches and pine needles hitting the back of your legs.

Your vision was blurry, even as they finally broke through the trees to a small clearing. The trees dispersed, and as you were turned around, Skull Rock was the least of your problems.

In front of Skull Rock, Jason and his friends had drawn a symbol on the floor around you. A pentagram, for fucks sake. It was surrounded by a ring of salt, and you looked at your captor like he was bat-shit insane.

“What’s the matter?” He cooed, crouching down in front of you. “We did this all for you. I said it’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

Two images of Carver swayed in front of your eyes, and you groaned out a complaint as he tugged you forward to the middle of the circle. Your knees dug into the cold ground, and you tightened your arms, trying to fight against him.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” He tormented, pulling a dark robe over his shoulders. “We can’t do it without you. There’s never been anyone in the god-forsaken town quite like you. No one is good enough. No one pure enough.”

Your stomach was in knots.

Around the outside of the circle, you could see the others lighting candles and setting down bowls of spices, crystals, and coins around the star tips of the pentagram. You thought your heart was going to beat outside of your chest.

“There’s just one more thing.” Jason tugged at your hands, and you looked at him pleadingly. “Don’t look so scared, babe. You are the prettiest sacrifice we’ve had.”

You hardly had time to notice the pocketknife he procured before it was too late. He was tugging your hands, laying them palms up into the air before slicing across your skin. Your eyes went wide in horror, and you went to scream but couldn't.

Your hands were shaking, your eyes blurry with the threat of tears.

The next thing you knew, Jason pushed down to the forest floor, straight in the middle of the circle. And as your bloodied palms touched the ground, the men began to chant.

There was a pit of anguish in your stomach.

The candles wavered, and as Jason and his goons chanted, you could have sworn that a thick fog filled the area.

You pushed yourself up to your knees. A wild wind blew through the clearing, and the smell of iron filled your lungs.

You were going to die there.

The chanting waned and wavered until the words were booming in your head. You could feel every unintelligible syllable in the crevices of your heart. It was a seizing, aching feeling. You felt like it would pull you in different directions until you realized the candles blazed with a burning hellfire. You could feel the heat against your skin.

Something was happening.

A figure slowly emerged out of the fog, sprouting from the ground in front of you. Tall and humanoid, you fought back the cry clawing up your throat. You couldn’t see anything except for the outline of two fiery eyes. It was clear to see they were angry. You needed to get out of there.

It was a man stepping out of the fog. The candlelight illuminated the shadows of his body. He was bare, save for several tattoos scattered across his skin, and his hair was a wild halo of dark locks that cascaded around his shoulders. As the figure came into view, you had to shake your head to ensure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

He was captivating.

Glowing eyes and a rounded nose looked down at the circle, his expression void of pleasantries.

"Abaddon, mischief maker, we summon you to the land of the living,” Jason’s voice boomed across the circle.

Even behind the ridiculous cloak, you could sense Jason’s confidence wane.

He got what he wanted, didn’t he?

The man, that thing, you thought, tilted his head to the side with a scowl. You almost thought you saw sharp canines poking into his bottom lip.

“We summon you with the blood of the innocent. That's what we brought you.” Jason called out with a snicker. “Hell, she might even be a virgin.”

Your head snapped from the figure to the cloaks, bile souring your tongue. You resented them, all of them.

The figure stepped forward, the dark fog swirling around his feet.

"You will do our bidding," Jason spoke bravely now. "We've called upon you, and you will obey my wishes-" But Jason's words faded as the creature reached its full height.

"No."

The lone syllable made your hair stand on end. You looked up at the man, what you so desperately tried to make out as a man, but it was fruitless. His movements were too smooth, calculated like a predator.

The heated embers of his eyes were harrowing, annoyance dancing across his features. Two short horns were poking out from under the mess of curls.

The creature stalked forward in the circle, and Jason took a step back, but you couldn't move. You couldn't breathe.

"I was not summoned here for you. I don’t serve you."

His expression shifted as he towered over you. The beast of a man crouched down to your eye level. It took everything in you not to scream or lash out. But you were terrified.

He was deceptively handsome, and the shadows of his face were illuminated in the candlelight.

His eyes, blazing with hellfire, changed, just for a moment. If you blinked, you would have missed it, but you could have sworn those dark eyes were brown. That they were almost human. But it was gone in a flash. The weight of the situation you were in was harrowing.

"You're not supposed to be here."

The low rumble of his words was unexpected, and you looked up at him in shock. His words were gentle, his tone leveled.

His eyes narrowed, burning with something angry as he looked down at your palms. You were clutching them both to your chest. The dark cloth of your dress and exposed skin bloomed red.

You were trembling.

He reached out slowly, tugging your hands away from your body before looking at the slashes welling with blood. You were too frightened to move as his eyes swept back to yours.

"They hurt you."

With his other hand, s sharp claw cut the bindings on your arms and legs. It was like he was cutting through butter instead of layers of tape. You watched in amazement as he pulled the tape back from your lips. The shuddering breath you took didn’t deter him.

The man's focus returned to your bloody palms, cupping his hands under yours like a bowl. His hands were warm, his touch slowly dissolving the tension in your shoulders.

"They tricked me," You whispered blindly.

Your focus shifted, fixated on the feeling of his warm hands in yours. Hot, angry tears rolled down your cheeks. You watched as your blood bled between your fingers onto his and down to the ground. A low sound at the back of the creature’s throat pulled your eyes back to his.

It was frustrating. If you thought about it for a moment longer, you would have realized the sound of it was needy, longing even.

“What the hell is going on?” You heard Jason curse from outside the circle, making you wince.

The creature looked at you, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, sweetheart," His voice was tender, apologetic. Clawed fingers trailed up and over the side of your face. His eyes danced across yours.

You could have sworn you were in a trance.

For a moment, the pentagram and the men outside the circle disappeared. You let all thoughts fade away, looking at the man in front of you. And you just looked at him, scanning the curve of his eyebrows down to the cupid's bow of his lips. He was so stunningly familiar. God, he was beautiful.

"Close your eyes." He instructed, and at your hesitance, he leaned in. His clawed hand cradled your chin, and you watched his eyes soften for the second time, umber pools staring back at you. He smelled of earth and iron. “I will not forsake you.”

His tone was your undoing.

With another long moment of looking at him, you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. He hummed in approval as you felt his touch fall away.

There was a sudden crack, like lightning, in the air. You could smell metal, the heat of it fanning your face. But you kept your eyes closed.

You were steadfast even when the sound of shocked screams and pleas came from Jason and his band of goons. And then there was a thunderous noise of thousands of wings flapping around. A low-clicking noise surrounded you. Bats were swarming the skies. The sounds of carnage tore at your senses. Your lip quivered before you could control yourself.

And all too soon, it was quiet.

Fear gripped your heart, and you were compelled to call out.

“Ad – Abm –” You started but stumbled. You didn’t remember his name. There was a gentle sound of footsteps crunching on leaves before you heard him come back to you.

“I’m right here,” His voice was darker but still controlled. “Don’t call me that name, angel.”

You opened your eyes at the endearment. What was staring back at you was almost human.

You were right. His eyes were brown with the slightest glow, and Jason was gone as you looked around the circle. They were all gone. And his attention was solely on you.

“Your blood,” He urged, pulling your attention back to your hands. “Sweetheart, we need to stop the bleeding.”

You nodded blindly. God, when did your hands start shaking?

He took your left hand and turned it over, dragging his thumb along the incision.

The wound closed before your eyes, leaving behind a raised, thin scar. You let out a breath of relief. Rivulets of your blood stained his hands, but he didn’t care.

The man hesitated when he dropped your hand and moved to the other. You looked up at him carefully.

“You called for me,” His words were heavy, and the air around you was charged with electricity. When you looked up at him, his face was set with the hint of a smile. "I've waited lifetimes for you."

Your heart was hammering in your chest.

You tried to stutter out an apology, that it was all a big mistake, but the shake of his head silenced you. His intentions were set.

"You bled for me," He raised his other hand and sliced into his own palm with a clawed index finger. "And I will bleed for you.”

Thick, dark ichor pooled against his skin. It wasn't natural. You closed your fist instinctively.  

"But, why?" You dared to ask. "Why would you do that?"

The look he gave you turned into a boyish grin.

"Because you called for me. I'm bound to you," His eyes were tormenting. "You didn't think I'd go away so easily, did you? If you don't like the sun, I'll make it rain for you. I'll fix all your broken things. I'll keep you nice and close. I'll keep you safe. Don't send me away, angel."

The lilt of his voice was hypnotic.

You weren't sure you could turn him away. You didn't know if you even wanted to. He saved you.

As you listened, your heart ached. You wanted that. You wanted to believe him.

"I'm already bound." He tried again, inching closer.

His plea was so soft, so tender. At the call of your name, your breath hitched, looking up at those big brown eyes. He was looking down at you expectantly.

"Take my hand. Don't make me beg."

He was down on his knees in front of you, his face shrouded in shadows and candlelight. He wasn't the monster you thought him to be.

"Who are you?" You asked in a whisper.

You pushed yourself up to your knees, meeting his eye level.

"Just call me Eddie, sweetheart." He grinned, holding his palm up to you. "Please, take my hand. And I'll explain everything."

You weren't sure if it was the compelling look in his eyes or the softness of his words, but how could you say no?

He saved you. Eddie saved you from the monsters in the woods.

You took his hand without looking away from his eyes, feeling the heat and strength in his hold. You swore you could feel the inky ichor as it mixed with your blood into the cut.

And the way Eddie's eyes lit up? It was like you had hung all the stars in the sky.

But it was too much. The heat in your veins was all-encompassing. You could feel the nerves in your body going haywire.

Eddie’s toothy grin was the last thing you saw before your eyes fluttered shut. He pulled you close before you could fall, sinking into his embrace.

There was a new excitement in his eyes. The candlelight flickered, more intense than it had ever been before.

He was already bound to you. But what he didn't tell you was that you were willingly binding yourself to him. Eddie wasn't worried; he'd have forever to find a way to tell you.

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