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untitled-writer-013 · 9 months
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Okay, Yandere Miguel O'Hara hurting the reader, can be platonic or romantic, whatever your heart desires
Imagine getting into a disagreement, argument, then a screaming match.
Miguel gets shoved by the reader and he just, either shove them or uses his claws to swipe at them, in a fit of blind anger.
I wonder how he would apologize 👉👈
Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Hurt!Reader
warning(s): yandere themes, violence, Miguel hurts reader, angst, hurt/comfort, spanishdict spanish, possible bad spanish.
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Miguel adored his darling, but sometimes she could be so frustrating. He pinched the bridge of his nose as his darling argued with him, and he tried to calmly reason with her.
“Please Miguel, just listen to me! I know I’m right about this!” (Y/n) pleaded, looking up at him with slight desperation.
“(Y/n), you need to calm down, I’m not going to put up with this behavior.” Miguel stated, crossing his arms, watching his darling glare at him.
“This is why I hate talking with you, you always belittle me!” (Y/n) yelled, balling her hands into fists, making Miguel frown even more.
“Darling, por favor cálmate.” (Darling, please calm down.) Miguel stated, unfolding his arms and reaching out to her.
“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) yelled suddenly, shoving Miguel as hard as she could away from her. 
Miguel looked down at her, a snarl building up in his throat as he swiped at her, his claws scratching her face as he glared at her. His eyes widened once he realized what he had done, reaching out to check on her when she flinched, making his heart drop.
Miguel watched as (Y/n) ran, and he couldn’t help but let her run. He let out a sigh of frustration, grabbing the closest thing to him and throwing it at the wall. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering what to do. He looked down at his hand, some blood still lingering. He thought about it, but forbade himself from trying her blood, wanting to taste it when he had permission. He washed his hands, mumbling to himself.
“Fuck me!” He yelled, frustrated with himself for acting so irrational. He wished he would just think things through more, and clearly he was going to pay the price for not doing so.
A few hours passed, and Miguel went to check on his darling. He peeked into their shared room, spotting her curled up in bed while holding a pillow. She let out a few sniffles, making his heart break as he carefully walked up to her. 
“Angel, lo siento mucho, ¿me perdonarás?” (Angel, I'm really sorry, will you forgive me?) Miguel asked gently, careful as he spoke. His darling (Y/n) looked up at him, a hurt look on her face as she wiped her tears away. She couldn’t speak, instead nodding as Miguel watched her. He smiled softly, taking a look at her face to make sure he hadn’t left any marks.
Once satisfied, Miguel laid down on the bed with his darling, taking her into his arms as he laid her on his chest. (Y/n) listened to him breathe, calming down as she laid there with him. He let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to her head before he wished her a goodnight’s sleep, planning on making it up to her tomorrow.
~fin~
author’s note: i believe Miguel would initially give the reader space before he apologizes to her, wanting to make sure she calms down, and he’d feel pretty guilty about hurting his darling <33
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our-destiny · 1 year
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Yandere Winter Soldier x GN!Hydra!Reader <3
Trigger Warnings: Hydra employee SA's reader, murder, dehumanization, creepy staring from Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier being protective, Hydra generally being shitty, I continue to be terrible at endings - If I missed anything please tell me
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The Winter Soldier took a liking to you. He would ignore his handlers, staring at you whenever you're in his line of sight, never taking his eyes off you even while answering his handler's questions. It was unnerving, to say the least. No one knew why he liked you so much, but he didn't really do anything else apart from stare at you so they didn't bother worrying over it, just tried to keep you away from him as much as possible so the soldat wouldn't get distracted. That, however, was a mistake.
He started missing you. Missing your presence, your voice. Soon enough he started asking where you were, refusing to follow orders until he saw you. He had this weird fixation with you and Hydra couldn't do anything about it, he was their best Asset, and you were just a Hydra worker; replaceable. They humoured his desires, making sure to have you in the room with him at all times, which seemed to placate him, being able to watch you made him more... submissive, it seems. Calmer. He went back to following orders, not causing a fuss or refusing to speak. But eventually the Asset wanted more.
He stopped responding to his handlers again, just sitting there, staring at you, not moving or speaking. Up until this point you had never spoken to one another, the soldat just watching you while you squirmed under his harsh gaze, Hydra wondered what would happen if you.. called out to him. Said his name. Gave him orders.
One day the soldier was doing his usual stunt, not responding to his handler in favour of watching you breathe. A few of the officers started whispering among themselves, glancing over at your direction. A minute later the soldat's handler turned to you and spoke.
"You. Talk to it." You stood there dumbfounded. What did he mean 'talk to it'? "Come here. Stand in front of it and talk to the Asset." Hesitantly you stepped forward, his handler moving out of your way so you can stand directly in front of him. The soldat looked up at you from where he was sat, his eyes holding some sort of reverence for you, lips parted in awe. What should you say? You can't ask him how his day was or talk about the weather so what should you say? You settled on his name. Well what Hydra called him at least.
"Soldat." His eyes softened slightly, responding immediately to your word. "Ready to comply."
You glanced back at his handler, not sure if you should continue. After getting a slight nod from the officer you asked him, "Mission report?" Your voice was shaky, not used to giving orders and still not used to the way the soldat stares at you, but he responded anyway. For the first time in who knows how long the Asset complied without any fuss, detailing his mission to you. A feat no other Hydra employee could achieve recently.
Hydra quickly realized that this was the only way to keep their most prized soldier submissive. He'd only take orders if they were from you, always seeming eager to please you, saying "ready to comply" with a bit too much enthusiasm. When he came back from missions he'd relay the details to you, seeming to search your face for some sort of approval, like he wanted to know he did you proud, did what he was told to do like the soldier he is. The Asset worked harder, strived to please you, carried out your requests with fervour. You quickly got promoted to his handler. Not much changed, all you had to do was give him orders, orders which you were told to by higher officers. It kept him happy for a while, you having control over him, talking to you daily. But once again, he wanted more.
Other Hydra employees usually tried not to bother you, you were obviously precious to the soldier and crucial to getting the soldat to comply, but recently there was a new employee, a man that had not realized your importance. You could never really get comfortable working for Hydra, still talking with a quiet voice and trying to avoid any attention and he thought he could take advantage of that, cornering you one day in the hallway, pushing you against the wall trying to feel you up. Unfortunately for him the soldat was just returning from a mission and everyone knows the soldat immediately goes to see you after his missions. The Asset was not happy to see someone else feeling up his handler, and he was even more upset that he was making you uncomfortable, forcing you to do something you didn't want to. The Asset handled it a lot more maliciously than he usually would on missions, first focusing on getting the employee off of you, then only focusing on hurting him, nothing else but the crunch of his bones breaking beneath the soldier's metal fist, making him regret even touching you. Only when he was unrecognisable did he stop, turning to you to grab you, holding you in his lap, arms slightly shaking, growling at anyone who got too close.
After that... encounter he became more physical in a way. He didn't like it when someone got too close to you, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He got closer in general, getting closer to your face while staring at you, eyes lingering on your lips, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Sometimes he got confident, brushing his lips over your temple or cheek, as if testing the waters. Gradually, he applied more and more pressure to those half-kisses, until he was kissing you fully and often, whenever you gave him an order or he came back from a mission he'd kiss you, sometimes on the cheek, on the forehead if he was feeling particularly protective, but mostly on the lips.
It was some sort of fucked up obsession the soldat had for you, the want for you to own him and for him to own you, you're his and he's yours, no one else matters.
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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months
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YANDERE TONY STARK HEADCANONS
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Tony as a yandere would be calculating, EXTREMELY possessive, a manipulative and obsessive one too and it's all for the best in his eyes
He'd first meet you at a party or something like that. You weren't like those other types of people, shallow and self centered. The way you just... blended with the flow and you were super chill about it was intriguing to him. So he came up to you and when you suddenly tripped on your shoe lace/ heel, he caught you by our waist as you spilled your drink on him . You apologized profusely and grabbed a few tissues from somewhere and offered to help him but he just brushed it off telling you it was no problem
May or may not send JARVIS to spy on you just to know 'if your safe of not' and heck, he'll even find a way to hack into ALL your accounts you never told a single soul about and YES that even includes that Wattpad and Tumblr account too. He'll keep track of all your social media and if he sees anyone trying to flirt with you or something, he'll either end up blocking them or send JARVIS or his Iron Legion or deal with those clowns. He needs his daily dosage of hourly updates on you so he knows you're safe or he'll freak
He knows you like the back of his hand and probably much more than you know about yourself. He can read you like an open book, always calculating and interpreting your next move
He tries being subtle with you first, trying to gain and get your attention with gifts and all that romantic shit, but he grows puzzled and confused when you keep on rejecting him. He gets upset and startled when you call him a 'Playboy' and he'll do something completely IRRATIONAL like kidnapping you. Ah yes, the most easiest way to deal with problems when it comes to yanderes
But he'll never yell or raise his hands on you and make you do things you aren't comfortable with. He has a lot of respect for you and literally DROWNS in his respect women juice. He will spoil you rotten till no ends. Want that new book series that got released? Don't worry, he's already called ahead and made sure those guys have a separate stock ready for you. Want your favorite snack? It's already there sitting beside your bed table
When you act up or try running away from him, he'll be heartbroken and disappointed like a dad. He'll restrict you from using your favorite items for a while and then he'll just cuddle you and kiss you saying he really loves you and not to scare him or do something like that again
If someone tries harming you that fool who decided to do something as stupid and dangerous as that would literally pay with their lives no joke. He'll be bashing them up till they bleed and after he's done torturing them, he'll kill them. No one messes with the love of his life and TF away with it
Man has ABSOLUTE power that can even ruin people's lives if necessary
Just listen to him before he does something really irrational like killing your friends because they're ''taking'' you away from him
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faesdreaming · 1 year
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Yandere Namor Headcanon
an: I’ll work on requests I swear, I’ve just been obsessed with this man
tw: yandere themes, Black Panther: Wakanda Forever Spoilers, stalking, overprotective behaviour, kidnapping, captivity, ooc
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•Namor, a child without love as he’d been cursed, did not have it within his heart to love another. His love lay with his people. That was until he happened upon you. An inquisitive human who was investigating the legend of K'uk'ulkan. At first, he’d planned to kill you as he did with all others that had come to find him ans Talokan. However, your intentions, unlike the others, was honourable. You only visited out of curiosity, and acted respectfully towards the land and the people of the village. Namor began to observe you. He watched you from afar as you continued to search for him, for any signs for him. He never let you catch on though.
•Frustrated by your fruitless efforts, you decided to leave in resignation. Despite hiding himself from you, Namor wasn’t prepared for you to go. He’d spent so much time watching you that he grew obsessed. He was completely enamoured with you, with your mannerisms, your habits, your laugh, your smile, everything about you. You were a pure being. The cruel surface world was undeserving of you. So, the day you were meant to leave, you visited the beach one last time as a sort of nostalgic end visit. That’s when you saw him, emerging out of the water. You stood there, stunned. Here before you was K'uk'ulkan in all his glory. And he was glorious. He must’ve been the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. The silence between you two grew as you eyes raked him over, taking him in. Slowly, he moved towards you, then he uttered your name. That single utterance of your name caused your insides to double over, twisting and turning.
“K'uk'ulkan,” you whispered in awe, eyes widened. Smiling, he corrected you, “Namor. You’ve been searching for me.”
Still in awe, you nodded slowly. “You wish to see it, do you not? My home,” asked Namor, outstretching his hand in an unspoken offer. He was inviting you, a mere human, to see his home. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you cautiously took his hand. He pressed a mask to your face and before you could register what was happening, you were being pulled under the water.
•Namor took you to an underwater cave where you didn’t need a mask. This is where you’d be staying, he told you. You didn’t pay any thought towards his ominous tone, too absorbed with the mesmerizing beauty of the cave. Namor then showed you to a high-tech deep-sea diving suit. Once you were suited up, Namor showed you Talokan. The underwater city was ethereal. You marvelled at the sights and the people, all who received you warmly. Namor’s heart swelled watching you interact with his people as if they were your own, well they would be soon.
•You enjoyed your time at Talokan. All your needs and wants were met. You adored spending time with the people, especially the children. However, eventually, the novelty wore off and you grew homesick. You tried to bring it up with Namor but he would either change the course of the conversation or just blow you off entirely. This dodgy behaviour worked up your irritation until it finally spilled over.
“Namor!” you called out. Namor turned around, his face set in an adoring smile. “I need to talk to you.”
“What is it? Is there anything you need?” He asked sweetly.
“I want to leave, and don’t try changing the subject. I love it here in Talokan, but this isn’t my home. I have a home, a life back on the surface that I need to return too,” you said, pleadingly.
Something in Namor’s eyes changed, and he titled his head in confusion. Then, he laughed. “Darling, tell me, what did you expect to happen once you accepted my hand. Did you believe that Talokan has remained hidden for so long through allowing people free range?”
Your heart rate quickened, and you stuttered, trying to formulate a response. You hadn’t thought of the future consequences, lost in the thought of experiencing the myths you’d studied for so long first hand. Chuckling, Namor closed the distance between you two and cupped your face with his hands. “Worry not, beloved. Talokan shall offer you far more than the surface world ever could.”
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westernbaby · 1 year
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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫 (𝐒𝐮𝐛-𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫)
[poc reader][woman reader] [This is quite rushed and I'm so sorry for that!] [I tried] [@yns-world ]
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Namor is an ambitious person in all ways of life. He is knowledgeable of his power and how he will use it.
You were an inhabitant of what he calls the "surface world" when he first laid eyes on you. He has always been hostile towards full on humans but you weren't like the ones he saw all those years ago.
With his ability to visit the surface world, he'd come and visit you. Cradling your face in his hands and whispering sweet nothings.
One of the many things Namor adored about you was your effort to make him as comfortable as possible. Despite his title as a god and the ruler of Talocan.
You of course found the wings on his ankles a bit out of the ordinary but you never knew you were talking to the ruler of Talocan and a god, you didn't even know what Talocan was itself. Not until he eventually showed and told you.
Being the subject of the Feathered Serpent God's love comes with a whole other package. People from nearby villages would witness Namor's silhouette going towards another figure as if they were familiar with each other. And with that, rumors within their communities would spread.
As you saw throughout the movie, he's ambitious with his wants and his need to protect his people. Many would describe him as unhinged but he shows this side with good reason.
Nothing will stop Namor from causing almost unreasonable havoc on the livelihood of someone that caused you great pain, destroying the people around that person as well.
Just for great measure.
Being Namor's great love includes him telling you stories of the pain he's witnessed and caused. He'll also show you the artwork he's created on the walls of his cave, even showing you art he's created of you.
When the time comes for you to visit Talocan, which happens quite quickly, Namor wants to be as careful as he can with you.
You're human, incapable of breathing underneath the ocean let alone in the area as deep as where he and his people reside.
When you're taken to his home, you're provided with a suit in your favor. Namor leading you throughout every single curve of the cave with his hands on the harsh material of the suit.
When his people see you, they're shocked, obviously. But he talks to them with great reasoning as to why he brought you here. Eventually, they all warm up to you and your antics. They develop tendencies towards you aswell.
I mean, come on! Their ruler has intense urges to protect you and will do so in a second, it'll inevitably rub off on them.
Namor will find a way to have you be with him in Talocan at all times. Maybe trying to find the plant. Asking Shuri for assistance and if she can try and print a replica of it.
Namor is an incredibly loving man. It's shown with how he talks to those around him, with great care and urgency to figure out how they were hurt. He'll never let anyone that has caused you harm go free in any way.
You're blessed with the way he smiles at you as you awake in your shared bed, how he holds you, how he gently presses his forehead against yours.
You never expected this to happen but you would never turn a blind eye against how grateful you are for him.
If anything were to happen to you, he's quite obviously not against making every surface dweller suffer.
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midnightlee25 · 8 months
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Yandere Reactions: Iron Man (Tony Stark) with a darling that’s having financial issues but is too proud to ask for help
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It’s obvious that he is going to do it anyway, however he will do it in little ways at first.
Just a little helpful gift here and here (secretly adding money to their account without them noticing.)
But if they continue to refuse his help willingly, he is going to start taking things into his own hands.
Since it’s obvious they can’t do it by themselves he will make them rely on him.
First goes their job/s then their home and finally he will mess with their bank account so they can’t take any money out.
And if all else fails he will just take them so they don’t have to worry about money ever again.
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hi, can you do a oneshot or headcanons for yandere peter parker that sets during the events of nwh? Thank you.
Yandere Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Yandere Behavior.
Peter doesn't want to be away from you. You're the only thing grounding him during this crazy time in his life.
He'd try try to guilt trip you into spending more time with him. Saying stuff like: "I understand why you don't want to hang out with me, nobody else does."
He'll try to swing to your house or will try to take you with him to Happy's safe house.
If you went with him to Happy's safe house, he insists that you sleep on the couch and he sleep on the floor.
If you manage to convince him to share the couch, he has you sleep on top of him, one of his arms wrapped protectively around you.
He feels like your the only person he can have a normal conversation with.
He's more hesitant to let the villians come over to the safe house, worried that they might hurt you.
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yxnderewritingss · 10 months
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part two to the previous request!! :)
Yandere!Bucky Barnes Alphabet 🖤
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Attachment: How do they become obsessed?
Whenever you two were around each other, he always felt this sense of comfort and felt safe around you and he knew it was more than just a friendly way, so then it just grew from there.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?
Oh, he can get rather messy when it comes to killing someone for you, or so he thinks. He would try to keep it under control, but sometimes he just can't, depending on the person.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?
Once he kidnaps you, he would treat you very fragile and try his best to take a gentle approach to you, even if you may be fighting against him. He would also never mock you, never in a million years.
Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?
There would be times where he believes you do love him back, like when you're not fighting back, crying, screaming, etc. and you're calm, at least in his eyes.
Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?
During the day, his mood normally stays the sam and his mood changes tends to be at a minimum when he's around you. When it comes to nighttime and of course you two sleep in the same bed, his mood changes can be scary, especially when he has nightmares and isn't himself.
Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?
At first, he would be absolutely upset that you are fighting him and are scared of him. After that first reaction, he would try to get you to calm down, whether it may be by subduing you or by verbally calming you down.
Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?
It wouldn't take a whole lot to make him feel guilty. Whether it may be you crying or you screaming to be let go, Bucky would feel absolute guilt whenever he would see you in that state.
Hell: What would be their darling's worse experience with them?
Whenever Bucky would have an outburst, whether it may be in the middle of the night or that rare occasion where you do see him lash out.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Bucky would love to live somewhere where it's peaceful and calm with no problems within miles where you both may live.
Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?
Seeing someone else make you happy or even comfortable, he feels as if he should only make you feel that way.
Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?
Bucky would have everything planned out, down to the day he is going to do it. He would make sure it would be painless or you and when you're asleep so you're not fighting back so that he wouldn't get hurt or even you get hurt.
Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Of course because of his age, Bucky would be a very classy man and a very simplistic man, so something along those lines.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?
Honestly, yes. He would never have that cold-stone look on his face around you and his soft side would most definitely be shown around you.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Considering how much he has went through, he would not be able to do a whole lot to you, no matter how bad you may have been. So, the worse that he could do is isolation.
Outrage: What makes them furious?
Seeing someone else do horrible things to you and seeing how uncomfortable they would be making you.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
He can be rather patient with you, but after some time, his patience can run out on certain days and those days wouldn't be good days for either him nor you.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
The simple answer is no. If you were to die, he would almost hide himself away and blame himself for what happened to you. If you were to leave/successfully escape, he would do everything to find you.
Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?
When Bucky is angry, it can be rather scary, but again, he tries his best to hide it from you. He mainly calms down by getting some reassurance from you, whether it may be affection or some reassuring words.
Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)
Bucky can be very possessive at times, if not all the time.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?
As mentioned before, most of the times, he would blame himself for your state (even though it is his fault but besides the point) and try his best to calm you down.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Well, he's a super soldier and has a metal arm, so there's that I suppose.
Vicious: How vicious can they get?
He's only vicious around other people, so around other people, he is very vicious.
Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Well, Bucky is a very touch-starved man, so affection is the key to escaping/getting away from him.
Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape?
Even though Bucky can be scary at times, you wouldn't able to deny how well Bucky had treated you, so it wouldn't be easy to cut him off.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Probably less than three months, and that's the maximum.
Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?
When someone else is making you uncomfortable, he will automatically snap, it doesn't matter who the person is. One thing that he would not allow you to do is go outside by yourself, and he would always have to be by your side.
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dearest-painter · 1 year
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My little girl
summary:When your parents don’t care what you do,what you eat,what you say,what you wear,or how you look or throw you out in the cold with only slippers,a t shirt,and shorts you do anything to survive the world is Gotham especially little old Y/N. She is known to steal just so she can survive the streets of Gotham. Once you run away to New York and still have the same life you gain some attraction especially with hero’s,villain,anti hero’s,and vigilantes.
TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior.abusive relationship,being force to grow up,Title from ‘Daddy issues by the neighborhood’,Y/N’s parents fully neglects Y/N to the point their basically homeless,SELF HARM,kidnapping,drugging,sedation,stalking,murder,death,villains being better parents then Y/N’s real parents,threatening,death threats,abuse
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The coldness comfort you usually but now your running away from the only home you knew,Gotham city but you knew it was better to leave. Your parents never cared honestly and you knew it as they’ve thrown you out in the middle of the snow with barely any cloths,you had to steal proper clothes for you and the people who gave shelter to you. Sighing as you watched the places go by you saw all the heroes that didn’t do Jack shit for you when in need
It was always the villains that save you,Deadshot would always give you a ceral bar,the sirens would take you around town treating you like a daughter or sister,killer croc would let you sleep on his back while he went through the sewer,bloodsport would make you stay around him while he got you food and clothes. They were the best as they took care of you. Your parents didn’t care about your mental health or physical health but the villains did,they made sure you were always safe.
To you it felt like betraying your family yet you knew it was needed. “New yooork!” It was your area so you got up then walked out taking a look around. Everyone seemed confused at you but said nothing. You understood why because they were dressed for winter while you had a hoodie,shorts,worn out sneakers,fingerless gloves,a bandaged leg,many band aids on you,and a tank top plus your bag. It was like it was autumn to you. “Where do I go…” you thought everything out but you knew one thing,men were going to try and take advantage of you.
You took a deep breath then walked to a woman who looked friendly enough. “E-excuse me ma’am…do you have money you could spare so I can call someone on the pay phone. Sorry for the bother” the women looked at you,short red hair is the first thing you notice of her. “Of course,calling your parents?” You forced a smile. “Mhm! Lost my phone so I gotta tell them where I am” she nodded as she gave you money then you went to the pay phone.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Rin-
You hitched your breath. “Hello?” “Thor! You answered thank goodness! Your in New York yes?” “No I am not Y/N! I’m sorry!! Why do you ask?” “Damn it…I was gonna visit you but never mind! I gotta go!” You hung up then walked out plotting how to get by. Walking out the subway you just went with the flow.
New York was a bit safer then Gotham but something caught your eye. ‘Car for sale! Free!’ It’s as if something took pity for you. Running to the area where the car was you smiled wider then usual. “Ma’am! Can I have this car?” She puffed out air then look at you smiling motherly at you. “Of course sugar,I’m Charlotte harlot but may I ask. Where ya from honey?” “Gotham city ma’am” “oh dearie. Here the keys but do you know how to drive or have a job?” “Yes I can drive but no job” she looked at you sadly then took out a paper. “Here,my works hiring. Just say Charlotte gave you it” nodding you head she left and smiled. You got in then drove to a run down but safe parking lot.
You got in the passenger seat laying the chair plus your body down. Looking at the paper it was titled ‘villainously tastey’ it was definitely a restaurant but you sucked ay cooking and didn’t have any history with cooking extravagant food but only food for easy and quick food so being a waitress might be your job. Yawing it was time to sleep so locking the doors,getting protection the putting a sign up saying ‘I am fine! I am just resting as I’ve just moved here so I do not have a home yet!’ Then you brought out your blanket and pillow falling asleep in seconds.
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angelyuji · 1 year
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yandere matthew murdock x reader
you and matt talk about his relationship with elektra!
tw abuse (physical and emotional), gaslighting, implied kidnapping, just shitty bf things
“do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME.” matt slams you against the window of his apartment. you choke back a sob. you don’t even remember what started the argument, maybe something about elektra, but none of it matters anymore. you just want to go.
“i-i’m sorry.” you choke out, trying to stop yourself from breaking down.
“i get enough shit from foggy and karen about her. i don’t want to hear it from my own girlfriend.” matt sighs, letting go of you. you slide down and sit. “sweetheart,” he crouches down and cups your face, you try to move, but he holds you in place.
“m-matt, i’m sorry, okay? just g-give me a minute.” you hiccup. you try to remember what you had said to him, what set him off?
“you and elektra are just friends, right? nothing more?”
right. his ex. it's always about his ex. you had just asked about elektra. you knew their history, karen had told you about their on-and-off relationship. you knew you shouldn't have asked. you knew that matt would get mad, but your insecurities had gotten the best of you.
"god, (y/n), this? again?" you watch matt as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, rolling his eyes.
"yes, matt, that. again." you huff and pause the show you were watching. matt takes a seat on the couch and ignores you.
"i don't know why you're so obsessed with my relationship with elektra. i already told you that we're just friends." matt grabs your hand to pull you close to him, you wretch your hand out of his grasp.
matt grits his teeth and puts his feet up. "i know you're just friends, matt. i just want to make sure. karen told me-" matt scoffs.
"you believe karen over your boyfriend?" matt lets out a humorless chuckle.
"god, matt, karen told me about your history because you wouldn't tell me! you'd change the subject or just wave me off. so, i'm sorry if i pissed you off." you get up and matt follows suit. matt grabs your hand.
"no, no. you're not making me the bad guy in this." you try to pull your hand back, but matt's grip was tight.
"the bad guy? the bad guy? god, matt, all i wanted was for you to be honest about what your relationship with elektra was! you're always preaching about honesty to me and it's not fair that it doesn't go both ways!" you rub your temples, exhausted.
matt lets go of your hand, "fine. you want honesty, (y/n)? yeah, i fucked elektra, every single time i saw her. she was my everything. so, i kept going back to her, until you. elektra was dangerous, she was spontaneous, she was unstable. so, i choose the safe option. i choose you. does that make you happy? to hear all of this?" you feel your heart break.
"the...the safe option? i'm just your safe option?" your chest feels like it's being ripped open at matt's cruel confession. "do you... do you even like me, matt?" tears drip down your face and you turn to walk into the kitchen. "god, fuck you, matt. you always do this shit." matt grabs your arm.
"you do NOT get to walk away from me after this bullshit."
"oh! i thought i was just the safe option! i thought i was just a placeholder for elektra!" you push matt away, but matt pulls you back.
"do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME."
"sweetheart?" matt whispers, watching you carefully. you look up to see him staring at you, concerned. "are you alright?"
"m-my back hurts." your back throbbed from the impact against the window. matt helps you up and sits you on the couch.
matt rubs your back as you sniffle, "sweetheart, none of this would've happened if you had just calmed down and talked to me." you let out a breath. matt stops rubbing your back and places his hand on your shoulder. you shrug it off. "(y/n)?"
you get up, "i don't think... i don't think this is working out." you lick your lips. "i think we should break up." he tilts his head up at you.
"what?" matt gets up. he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. "don't be stupid, (y/n). this was just a stupid fight. we'll get through it."
"that's just it, matt. it's not just the fight. it's the fact that i will never measure up to elektra to you. it's the fact that you never even considered to be honest to me about how you still have fucking feelings for her!" you laugh, feeling stupid. your back aches and you just want to fucking leave.
"i don't like her like that, (y/n). you're acting insane. just calm down, get a drink of water." matt goes into the kitchen, you turn away.
"i'm packing my stuff and i'm leaving, matt. i just can't do this anymore." you walk towards the bedroom and hear matt sigh. for the first time since you both started dating, you feel relieved. like this weight you had been carrying had been lifted of your shoulders. you start packing your things into the overnight bag you had brought when you first stayed over.
"i feel bad for the next poor soul that dates him." you mumble.
"don't feel bad, sweetheart." you look up and matt stands at the door with a glass of water and his baton. "cause, you're not going anywhere."
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astroharlow · 2 years
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the muse (part i) || yandere steven grant x female reader
master manipulator steven grant, you'll see what i mean in the first half and most definitely in part two. he also has a thing for photography in this story. there’s definitely ooc moments, but bare with it. steven’s a switch in this one idc idc. (currently editing)
also, i’m using a dark version of marc spector in this one. this will be a two-part series, so stay tuned for the next part :)
warning: explicit sex, talks of sex, dirty talk, yandere behavior obv, explicit language
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"Holy fuck, it's so bloody cold. I don’t know how anyone could fucking live here," You rubbed your hands together before blowing hot air into the crevices to warm yourself up. It was ludicrous to forget your gloves in Lake Tahoe, California, but you were in such a hurry to leave the cabin you and Steven were staying at that the thought slipped your mind.
When Steven moved to London and worked at the gift shop in the museum you worked at, it became a huge turning point for him. Steven Grant has always been an introvert, never really talking or acknowledging anyone during his first month at the museum shop.
You assumed it'd be from moving out of his hometown, but he'd eventually tell you that he was never really close with anyone back there either. So, what he would normally do at the museum is sit down by himself during his lunch break, either sticking his nose inside an Egyptology book or scrolling through his photo gallery in his camera.
Pretty much like what he's doing right now.
Steven, who remained too preoccupied with his camera, didn't even hear your comment. You could hear the clicking of the button on his camera and you could see the flashes of light shine across his face. How he managed to keep up with your pace while being so engrossed is questionable yet impressing. Regardless, you couldn't deny the fact that he was slightly getting on your nerves because of it.
You ambled your way over to your guys' rental car, moving over to the driver's seat while turning on the heater. Despite living up in Europe for such a long time, you still couldn't stand the bitter cold.
Pivoting your head, you watched as Steven made his way over to the passenger seat and put his seatbelt on, eyes barely moving away from the camera screen.
He's barely spoken a word ever since you both came all the way down here which is quite funny, considering that he came up with the idea of going up in the mountains. The coffee-colored eyed man wanted to explore the States with you, purely because he’s never really got the chance to go anywhere.
Knowing Steven, he was normally the type to coop himself at home and never really go places unless he’s planned it weeks ahead. But since you two have been friends for months ever since he first worked there, you thought it’d be a great idea to go.
You both were already on Day Two out of the five days that you guys were meant to stay here for and he hasn't really moved away from his camera, despite your desperate attempts in suggesting things to do.
You rolled your eyes at him (not like he would notice you do it either), and turned the ignition on as you drove back to your guys' cabin. You made sure to take an extra sharp turn, so that he could perhaps, if it isn't too much for him to do, acknowledge your presence.
Eventually after the second sharp turn over, one extra turn more until you reached the lodge did he finally look up from his camera and turn to you.
"Y/N,"
Steven’s longing stare made your neck burn and you weren't sure if it was from embarrassment or that flutter in your chest whenever he'd laugh and smile at your jokes or passionate rants. You still kept an eye on the road, never bothering to glance back at him. A click of the the other's seatbelt almost made you look back at him and you let out a gasp when Steven’s warm breath reached the outer shell of your ear as he whispered, "What's wrong, Y/N?"
Fuck.
Your wheel completely swerved to the other side of the road and you quickly regained composure as you made one last turn until the cabin was in sight. You immediately turned off the ignition once you found a parking spot, heart completely hammering against your chest. Contradicting to the harsh cold the mountain offered, your face burned really fucking hot.
You turned your body over to Steven, completely in shock at his nonchalance. His pupils were completely dilated as he studied the expression on your face. His soft fluffy dark-brown hair shined against the light from the light post and oh boy, never did he look more fucking hot than that night.
But, still. Swerving was not the move. "What the fuck, Steven? Are you bloody mad? We could've literally," You pointed and shook your hand at the car window for emphasis, but Steven never moved his eyes away from you. "Almost hit a damn car!”
A moment of silence remained shared between the two of you. You were huffing in a breath after that burst of anger, while Steven just stared at you. “So, what? Are we just gonna keep looking at each other—?”
“You weren’t listening, so I-I had to get your attention,” While he did stutter, his voice held a fact-of-matter like tone and that almost made you laugh out of anger. He couldn’t be serious, right?
“When I tried to get your attention earlier, you didn't budge. But right when I'm in the middle of driving, now you wanna block my view and fucking talk to me?"
Steven froze at your words and furrowed his brow at you. “What—What are you talking about?” When he noticed you look at the camera on his lap, his eyes softened. The other finally lifted his camera and rummaged through his camera bag on the floor before putting the camera inside.
He spoke up after a minute, eyes trained on the camera bag. “It’s for my project—”
Right. His passion project. Steven was in search for finding his muse, something that can spark his inspiration for his personal history project. You couldn’t fully blame him since you knew about it prior to your winter getaway, but to do it the whole week? It’s still a problem.
You sighed as you combed your fingers through your hair. It’s so hard to get fully pissed off at this man, no matter what he does. Hell, Steven could’ve stabbed somebody right in front of you and that would even make you hesitant. “I totally get that. I know you’ve been working on this for months, but this is supposed to be our trip. We’re supposed to spend time together, try out that weird diner over by the zip line, and go skiing. So, if all we’re gonna do is sit down and pretend that neither of us exist, then I don’t understand what the point of all this is.”
“You’re mad at me.”
It was more of a statement than a question. However, your heart ached at the look of hurt that was on his face. If there was one thing that you knew about Steven, it was that he had difficulty coping with the fact that he upset anyone. It caused him to cry and isolate himself from people, and you didn’t want him to feel that way.
You unlatched your seatbelt and placed an arm around Steven’s shoulder, causing him to tense up but you knew it was from the initial surprise. “Stevie,” Oh, how weak he got whenever you called him that. “I’m not mad at you. Not at all. I just—I just got worried that we might get into an accident. I was also frustrated over the whole camera thing,” You could see the rim of his eyes turn red, tears ready to come down and that clawed at your heart a little. “But I clearly overreacted. I’m sorry.”
Steven watched your eyes, looking to see if there were any truth behind your words before nodding. What you didn't expect next was the brown-haired man closing his arms around you, pulling you into a hug while his head is craned to your neck.
Steven wasn't the affectionate type of friend, so this kind of behavior is far from normal. But, of course, you only thought it would be because he felt like utter shit for what he did. More like for what you did, you thought. You returned the hug rather awkwardly, patting him on the back while he laid there.
After a while, the car started to get cold and you could feel the literal breeze shake the car a bit. You unfortunately pulled away from him and looked back at him, offering him a small smile. There's gotta be a way to lighten the mood. "We probably should go back now. It's super fucking cold and I think it's the perfect time to go watch a shitty horror film."
Steven’s lips slowly curved into a smile and softly chuckled at your remark, "Yeah.”
And off you two went back to the lodge.
…………………
“That dude is such a fuckin’ creep,” You whispered over to Steven, curling yourself inside your grey weighted blanket. Steven held the bowl of popcorn in his hand, while you both watched the main character take photos of women outside their windows late at night.
“He really is…” Steven muttered back, his eyes never moving away from the television.
“Seriously, how could he just fucking invade these womens’ privacy just for his sick gratification? Women could never get a break these days.” You ranted off while you glared at the weirdo on screen, who kept snapping photos of who is to be, his next victim.
With every click and snap that the man took of his naked victims, you could feel Steven’s body shift between the cushions’ movement. You could see his skin blush red from his neck, while his feet bounced with every second that passed. You couldn’t understand why at first but a thought occurred to you:
Was it really freaking Steven out? Given that he was focusing solely on his photography and you two were watching a film based on a maniacal photographer, it'd be natural to be uncomfortable seeing someone that shared his interest abuse their art and skill for something so grotesque. It’s also safe to say that even you were also slightly bothered by it as well.
You turned your body, making sure that your blanket still wrapped around you and looked at Steven’s who immediately watched you with a look you couldn’t decipher in his eyes. “You okay, Stevie? We could always like change it to something else. We don’t have to watch this—”
“Y/N,” Steven pivoted his body over to you, while your eyes jump from his face back to the way his arms and torso flex under his beige sweater. Holy fuck, you’re such a fucking pervert. “Do you wanna play, and I’m not sure if you wanna and it’s totally fine if you don’t. You know what? Maybe we don’t have to. It seems stupid anyway. Let’s just finish up the movie—”
You pushed yourself a bit closer to Steven, who was ready to turn his body back to face the telly while you shook your head at his rambling, which he liked to do when he was nervous about something. “Hey, hey! I wanna hear what you have to say, Stevie. What game did you have in mind?”
Steven held your gaze for a moment, his ethereal dark curls falling on the top of his head before leaning back against the sofa and muttering to you, “Two Truths and a Lie.” To Stevie, that meant a lot more to him that day than a mere game.
You were taken aback by the random suggestion, so you couldn’t help but raise your brow and offer him a confused look. “Alright,” You laughed nervously while you sneaked a hand out from your blanket and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. He must’ve been bored with it then, but surely that wouldn’t have elicited that kind of reaction. But, as it’s proven itself time and time again, he was Stevie.
Your attention returned back to the unruly-haired man, who pulled the bottom of his lip between his teeth. If only he could bite and pull on your lips while he fucks you—You brushed those thoughts off again and offered Steven a warm smile. “So, who goes first?”
“You could go first, but if you can’t come up with anything right now, the-then I can go first,” He rambled on, but then cleared his throat to calm his composure. “You seriously don’t have to play this—”
“One: I have a fear of rollercoasters. Two: I can speak two languages. And three: I can’t cook for shit,” You pursed your lips to hide the laugh that bubbled in your throat and you almost broke when you saw the look of initial surprise to a now perplexed look that painted the other’s face.
He combed his fingers through his curls and placed his fingers on top of his chin, tapping it on the occasion. After a moment of silence, Steven tilted his head at you with uncertainty on his face. “Well, it’s got to be the second one, isn’t it?”
Your eyes slightly widened in surprise and you let out a laugh. “How’d you figure that one out?!”
Steven looked down on the floor, chuckling softly in return. “I guess…I guess could just tell by the look on your face,” He then raised his eyes from the floor to meet yours and he could see your lips part at his words, before you toyed with your fingers and looked away from him. He quickly shifted his eyes right back down to the floor, cheeks slightly burning from your reaction.
Oh, how he was enamored by your laugh. And the shine in your eyes whenever you smiled or your attempts to hide your laugh whenever you tried to lie.
Your lips always looked so deliciously sinful and every time he heard his name fall upon your lips, it would drive him mad.
I bet you’d want those pretty fucking lips wrapped around your cock, huh?
Oh, bloody yes, he would. Steven would want you on your knees, hands tied behind your back while he thrusts his girthy cock deep inside your throat. He wanted to feel your throat closing in on his cock as your pretty and teary eyes look up at him with unadulterated desire.
He’d been too much of a coward. Brought you all this way, so that he could have and keep you all to himself, but he couldn’t even make a proper move. And he only had about three days left…
You fucking know you want that cunt dripping all over your cock, Steven. Why don’t you be a man and fucking talk to her?
Why the hell was he talking so much tonight? If only you weren’t around, he probably would be yelling at the fool. There were times where he’d hit himself on the head and spew words of anger towards him through his mirror.
But his words remained unwelcome yet true. Nothing would make him happier than having you sprawled across his bed right now, begging him to fuck you. To shove his cock deep inside you and have him tightly wrap his hand around your throat as you get fucked in every position he wanted to fuck you in.
“Stevie…Steven!” His eyes moved over to yours and your brows furrowed in concern, holding a small pout on those lips of yours. How long was he out of it?
Steven swallowed his saliva and smiled at you, his face tense. “I’m—I’m sorry. What was that?”
You tilted your head at him but moved in closer towards him. “I said that it’s your turn,” You placed the back of your hand on his forehead. “Called your name about seven or eight times. Are you okay, Stevie?”
You noticed Steven staring in a daze again, the same sort of daze he had when you two were arguing in the car. You checked for a fever, but his temperature seemed normal.
You could feel him lean against your touch and you blushed at the gesture. You lingered your hand there for a little while and as you got ready to pull your hand away, Steven snatched your hand back and pressed his face against it, like a cat would.
You breath hitched at that and his mop of curls were within your reach. Would he moan and whimper like a little whore for you if you pull at it?
Would he cum at the very feeling of you pulling his hair while you jacked him off if you were to do it right there, right at this very second? Or would he pin you down and smack you for your behavior? Oh, you’d accept that too.
Steven took in a deep breath, not entirely sure if he should be doing what he’s gonna be doing right now. What if you reject his advances? You guys got about three days until you guys come back to London and if he fucks this up, you’ll never speak to him again.
Come on, Steven. Don’t be such a fucking pussy. Be a man, Steven. You want her to fucking go crazy over that cock of yours? Then, talk to her. Man up! Come on, Come on, Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on!
“Stevie, what’s—”
“I’ve got one for you,” Steven looked at you with so much longing and primal hunger for you, pupils completely dilated. The look alone has you squeezing your thighs out of anticipation. “One: I wanna spread those legs of yours and run my tongue inside that cunt until you go mad.”
Steven grabbed your hand and pulled you in close enough that you're straddling one of his legs. He raised his hand to your dainty throat, and holy hell, he could see your eyes look back at him with that unadulterated desire he had imagined earlier. Your eyes were dazed, your lips parted, and the full length of your neck exposed, allowing him to grip it tighter. God, he’s different.
“Two: I want to shove my cock inside your pussy and fuck you against this couch until you can't utter a single intelligible word.” That made you squirm against his leg, letting out a quiet moan when your clothed clit brushed against his thigh just right.
His sudden rush of confidence got to you. Steven, the shy and sweet friend of yours, was now talking to you like you were some whore. He didn’t even touch you yet and you were already soaking wet in your panties. It didn’t help that your nightgown was already so short that it was above your thighs.
“And three,” He leaned in so close that his lips were an inch away from touching yours. “I’ve never jerked off to the thought of you every single night I came home from work.”
Oh, fuck. You couldn’t help but gasp at the confession. The thought of Steven panting and whimpering while he has his hand wrapped around his cock, his body full of sweat and his curls stuck to his forehead. Moaning out your name. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You leaned forward to try and press your lips against his but he pulled away just in time, making you pout. You ground your hips against his thigh to relieve yourself and Steven laughed quietly at your desperate antics.
“So, which one is it, darling?” Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you felt one of his hands fall to your hips, guiding you as you continued to ride his thigh.
You moaned and used every bit of self-restraint (if you even had any left, to begin with) to answer Steven. “The third one.”
Steven’s eyes lit up at your answer before he finally leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own.
Your guys’ bodies were pressed against each other, and he could feel your nipples harden at the contact. Your lips were warm and soft and so divine. Steven just wanted more of it. He parted his lips just a slight bit and slid his tongue right inside.
When you felt his tongue slide inside your mouth, bringing your body harder against him as you linked your tongue with his, he heard you whine and moan. He delicately pinched your lip between his teeth just before pulling away, causing you to let out a gasp. Steven slipped right down to linger hot and wet kisses on your neck.
You moved your hands to the nape of his neck, curling your fingers against his soft hair. When he licked that one spot on the side of your neck, you couldn't help but whimper and pull his strands, prompting him to moan into your skin. That sound alone went straight down to your cunt as it seeped through your underwear.
You tugged at Steven’s sweater, trying to get him to pull it off. He removed his lips from your neck and pulled his sweater off, throwing it behind the couch. You took this opportunity to fling your nightgown aside and laid back against the couch, with your breasts exposed to the freezing air.
You never ignored his eyes for a moment, which were drawn to your nipples and the flushed look on your face. Steven stopped right between your legs and bent down over to where he nearly hovered over your drenched panties.
His hot breath brush against your clothed clit and if you could only curse him for being such a tease right now. You attempted to push your body against his mouth, but he simply moved away. You whined out of pure frustration, trying to chase his mouth from your hips.
"I know, darling. I know," Steven cooed at you, bringing his thumb over to where your clit is and rubbed it through the material. You bit your lip to contain the moans that were about to come out.
It didn’t take too long when he finally pulled your underwear down and officially discarded it from you, throwing it to where your nightgown was. What you didn’t expect next was for him to immediately dive right back in and latch his mouth onto your clit, causing a loud gasp and a following moan to escape you.
Each stroke of his tongue felt agonizingly phenomenal, as he never tried to make haste while also providing you with what you required. Steven licked every inch of you as he bobbed his head back and forth inside your slit, his beautiful brown eyes fixed on you.
You rummaged through his curls and tugged at his strands while you lightly rode your hips against his lips, eliciting a guttural groan from the other, which vibrated against your clit.
“Feels so good, Steven,” You moaned out, and when Steven worked a finger inside of you until it became two, gradually picking up his pace until he was practically fucking you with his fingers.
When he curled his two fingers inside, Steven could see and hear you fall apart with just his fingers alone. Hearing you cry out his name so beautifully like that, he could just cum from watching you.
Why don’t you just fuck her, Steven? Look at the slutty look on her face. She deserves to get fucked hard and good. Get to it, you fucking pussy.
His cock’s so fucking hard and it felt uncomfortable through his pants, but he wanted—no—needed to please you above all else. You were his goddess, his superior, and he’d do anything to make sure that your needs were met.
Nothing but the sound of squelching sounded the room as Steven continued to ram his fingers right inside your sopping cunt. The grip you held on his chair tightened even more with every stroke he did with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck! Steven, m’gonna cum, don’t fucking stop—ah!” You gasped as he sucked your clit and slammed his fingers back inside you. Your legs shook and your mouth dropped open silently, finally leading to an orgasm through his lovely lips.
Steven stepped away from you after a brief moment, your juices dripping down his chin, which you blushed at. When he noticed you staring at him, he jumped at the chance to swipe at any of your juices on his chin and brought his fingers over to his mouth, licking and sucking on his digits while staring back at you.
Come on, Steven. Take what you need. Give her what she needs.
Steven fumbled with the belt of his pants and once he’s gotten them off, he shoved his pants along with his underwear right off.
He leaned in closer over to you and lined himself against you, his cock’s so close to being inside of you.
He’s longed for this for many months. Moments where he’d jerk off to photos he’d take of you whenever the two of you would be off from work. Once you’d part your ways and say your goodbyes, he’d watch you like a hawk from the minute you’re walking home to the very minute you go to bed.
He watched you get changed from the crack of your bedroom window, your breasts never leaving his mind. And it certainly won’t leave him anytime soon.
Steven still waited for you, holding a hand on your hip. “Are you okay with this?” He asked once you met his eyes.
“Ple-Please, Stevie. Please fuck me. Want you so bad,” You whined at him, trying to squirm your way down to the tip of his cock. You've had feelings for Stevie for a considerable amount of time, and the idea that he's about to milk his cock deep into your pussy seemed like something out of a tale, a dream.
It felt even better than a dream once Steven finally snapped his hips forward and sunk his cock deep inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation.
He’s so fucking big. You weren’t sure how you were able to take him in. You squeezed your eyes shut to get adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you.
“God, you feel amazing,” He groaned out, pausing for a little bit as he feels your cunt clamping on his hard cock.
You choked out a sob and Steven pressed a kiss on your forehead to calm you down. “You’ve been so good for me, darling. So good,” Slowly, he pushed his cock all the way inside and you were on the brink of losing any thoughts you might’ve had left. All you knew was that his cock felt good.
With some time, Steven pumped his cock back and forth inside of you at a leisure pace, then falling into a quick rhythm once your groans of pain turned into pleasure. He continued to thrust into you and raised his hand once again to your neck, reveling in the way you went crazy over him.
He loved it when you gave him that look of want. He wanted you to look at him like that all the time. Your eyes glazed over as he fucks you with a hand on your throat. It drove him deeper into a pool of lunacy that was even deeper than the one he was in before. But if his sanity’s the price for keeping you, fucking you endlessly like this, then so be it.
You, on the other hand, laid back against the cushion, drool falling on your chin as you moaned and cried out for him. Your breasts shook with every thrust that he made inside your hot cunt.
Back and forth, back and forth. You could only focus on that, and you couldn’t get enough of it. His hold on your neck grew tighter and your vision grew hazy from it. The feeling inside your core started to build up inside of you and before you knew it, you were close again.
“Ste-Steven! About to cum right now, please go faster,” You blabbered out, muttering 'please' and 'harder' like a prayer, and Steven, of course, obliged. One hard thrust pushed you over the edge, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, accompanied by a cry of his name.
Your orgasm caused you to tighten your grip on his cock even more, and your cunt milked Steven for all he was worth. His thrusts became rougher, and soon, he was ready to cum.
"I'm about to—”
“Please cum inside me,” You breathed out, completely fucked out of your mind.
Cum inside that pretty little pussy, Steven. Make her yours.
After a few more thrusts, Steven whimpered out a "fuck" and spilled all of his warm cum inside of you, stuffing your pussy full of it. He then pulled out and laid on top of you, making sure to not completely crush you with his weight.
You both lay there trying to catch your breath as his cum spilled out of your pussy. You couldn't believe you'd just done that. With the Steven Grant, for that matter, and you absolutely loved it. To think that your friend would have it in him to do all that.
Could you even refer to him as that? This felt a lot more meaningful to you than just a casual fling. You turned to face him, who was already looking at you with a soft expression on his face.
"Are-Are you alright?" Steven said gently, plopping his chin on top of your chest while tracing patterns along your shoulder. Your cheeks warmed the question, and you nodded your head while you thread your fingers through his messy curls.
"Are you?" He snorted at your cheeky comment while a small smile formed on his lips. He lifted his chin up and angled his face so that he was close enough to meet your lips. "I'm more than okay." he whispered and pressed a sensual kiss to your lips.
You could still taste yourself on his lips and right when you were about to slide your tongue in, he pulled away once again and planted a quick kiss on your forehead.
The curly-haired man got up from the couch in his all-naked glory and searched for his boxers. You smiled as you watched him, but a thought crossed your mind when you saw his camera bag laying on the floor.
His passion project. Steven never really got to show you his work in progress photos and you wanted to see what's captured his attention so much.
"Hey, Stevie." Steven looked up from the floor as he gathered all his clothes, finally sporting his boxers. "I'm actually curious about your history project."
He froze in his steps as he heard your words.
Oh, shit.
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avengerslittleone · 1 year
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KIᗪᑎᗩᑭᑭᗴᗪ TO ᗷᗴ Tᕼᗴ ᗩᐯᗴᑎᘜᗴᖇᔕ ᗷᗩᗷY
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Warning :cursing,drugged ,humiliation, 
Tony :do we have everything to get our baby
Bucky:oh yes we do (smiles)
Natasha:well I got the knockout stuff a syringe and some other stuff and some other drugs to make them limp and some drugs to weaken there muscles
Pepper:ok are we ready
Peggy:Steve you ready
Steve:ready as ever
Dr strange:ok now (opens portal to your universe)
Bucky:(walks by you)excuse me y/p can you give me directions to Vineyard columbus
Natasha:(grabs you injects you)I am sorry baby but your mama’s and dada’s can’t have you running
Y/n: Scarlett Johansson , Sebastian Stan , Benedict Cumberbatch (you fell your eyes close)
Dr strange:ok good we got them (closes portal)
Bucky:(carry’s you to med bay)
Bruce:awww they look so cute but now I do my thing so they become ours and our little one alone mine
Natasha:just tell Wanda when your dune she is going to erase there adulthood memories
Bruce:(injects headspace starters in iv and some other stuff)Wanda you can come in now
Wanda:ok (does wiggly woo magic on you)that should be ok
America:are they awake yet I want to meet them
Peter:please I want to
Morgan:please pretty pretty please
Tony:ok but shhh they are asleep
Natasha:(sits by your bad side)
Peter:awwww
Morgan:awwwww
America:awwww there so cute
Tony:shhhh they need there nap time they had a big day
Peggy:there the baby Steve come on
Peter:let’s go (leaves with America and Morgan)
Steve:punk
Bucky:jerk so how’s it going
Steve:good she loves it here and we can be happy together same for you and romanoff
Y/n:(rolls over in bed)
Pepper:there waking up
Y/n:(opens eyes looks around) ou are Chw
Bruce:well we are your mommy’s and daddy’s and you are our baby
Y/n:(cry’s) nw you ovie charters you nw weal nw wana be baby
Vision:well you are our baby
Natasha:shhh it’s ok baby (sits in hospital bed with you in her lap)
Bucky:oh see that made them quiet
Y/n:(pulls at Natasha’s top)mama
Natasha:everyone except Bucky out
Natasha:(unbuttoning her top takes nursing bra off let’s you latch on)good baby
Bucky:thank goodness for Wanda
𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿
Peggy:(picks you up off of play mat lay’s you on changing table changes you)
Natasha:(takes you from Peggy)say bye bye to ma she is going bye bye of two weeks
Y/n:bye bye ma
Wanda:nat I need to feed our baby
Natasha:ok (carry’s you to dining room put’s you in high chair)
Wanda:(grabs a spoon of baby food)come on baby look mommy likes it see
Y/n:(eats baby food off spoon spits it’s at daddy/tony)
Tony:really
Yelana:hahaha ha you didn't think that was going to happen
Wanda:(looks into your mind the adult part)
Y/n adult part of brain: I hate these ass holes they are some kinky asshats who want to control some now all I eat is baby food and titty milk and some food and shit and piss my self becoming of the fucken avengers I would rather be at hydra and or dead like piedro
Wanda:(does more wiggly woods on your mind)see now we have our baby and the best part is everyone in your universe can’t find your phone or anything on you your our ’s
Natasha:Wanda can I ask what you did
Wanda:someone’s adult self was coming through so I killed it so now we only have our sweet baby (wipes drool from your chin)
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘆/𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿
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our-destiny · 1 year
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Day 6 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about a blackout
A/N: These past 5 days I have been going outside my comfort zone, well today I decided to jump back in and write more Soft Dark Bucky :]
Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, Murder, implied noncon touching
I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI
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Word Count: 1228
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He was always watching. Everywhere you go he was always there keeping an eye on you. Or keeping you safe, as he described it. He left notes sometimes, though they were getting more and more frequent. That's also how you knew you weren't just paranoid; he really was everywhere. It seemed like as long as there were shadows for him to hide in, he would be watching. At first, they weren't as creepy. The first one you found on your desk when you walked into work. By now you had been feeling watched for about a month, but chalked it up to a lack of sleep because of work, but this quickly made you change your mind. The piece of lined paper was folded in half, blank save for some messy handwriting at the top.
I don't trust Michael. You should stop talking to him.
- James
Michael was your co-worker, he seemed pretty nice, you wouldn't call him a close friend but you talked to him occasionally. But you didn't know anybody named James, especially nobody that would leave a note like this. It was probably a prank, some of your co-workers were tricksters they probably saw how tired you were recently and thought you needed some fun in your life. You ignored it, kept speaking to Michael during lunch breaks and kept brushing off that feeling of being watched. That was until a week later you found another note on your desk, the same lined paper, folded in half with the same messy handwriting.
I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice. You should have listened.
- James
That day Michael didn't come to work. Or the next. Or the next. And a few days later they found his body. So maybe that wasn't a prank. And maybe you weren't just being paranoid.
The notes continued sporadically, a few of them were warning you not to get too close to that new friend you made and despite how bad you felt suddenly ghosting people you were too afraid to find out what would happen if you didn't. But most of them were harmless, maybe you would even say they were sweet if they weren't from your stalker. Stuff like, "Remember to drink water, you can't live off of caffeine." or, "That shirt looks nice on you." All from James.
But then they started showing up in your house. And 'James' started referencing things no one should know about you. How your shampoo smells nice, or reminding you to buy more bread before going home because you're running low. Or how that one annoying ex "won't be bothering you anymore." You assume they never found the body since you didn't hear anything about it. He also starting signing off differently, before it was just his name but now he says all sorts of things. "Yours Forever", "Love, James", "You own my heart,". He was talking as if he were your lover, not a deranged stalker with an unhealthy obsession. But that was how it stayed for a while. You'd never be apart from James, he would manifest in the shadows and you could feel his gaze scanning every inch of your body. You didn't know what he wanted but for now he seemed content with just looking, dealing with anyone who got too close for his liking, and leaving you weird notes around your house, lined paper, folded in half with messy handwriting.
As embarrassing as it is to admit, you were becoming slightly scared of the dark. Whenever you looked into shadows you swear you could see something moving in them, James haunting your mind, making you feel like the shadows are watching you. Your new found fear of the dark started becoming a hindrance on your life, making you jump at nothing, scared to walk down a dark hallway.
Which really didn't help when the power went out one night.
The storm was pushing against your windows, the occasional crack of thunder lighting up the sky. He was here, as he always was, watching you from the shadows. You had every light on, but even then he was still just out of sight. That was, until the room was swallowed up by darkness. And your phone was dead. How convenient. You should have charged it in advance, of course the power would go out on a night like this, but you were frozen on the couch the past half hour, waiting in suspense for the moment the power goes out, as opposed to preparing for it. You knew that he would make his move now when the room was pitch black. So you have to make your move first.
You stood up from the couch, ready to make a dash for the door at a moments notice. The wind was still screaming outside, making it hard for you to listen for him, but you heard him anyway. Footsteps. To your left. You turned to face the direction he was, and slowly tried to walk towards the door despite how little you could see. Then the footsteps stopped. Silence. You should have kept going, it was obvious he was in the room but instinctively you stopped, trying to listen for him again. That was a mistake.
He was behind you. You didn't hear him move at all, but that quickly faded to the back of your mind when he put his hands on your hips. When it comes to dangerous situations you always thought you'd fight or run away, you didn't expect to freeze. But you did. James rest his head on your left shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, and when he spoke you could feel his breath just below your ear.
"You scared of the dark sweetheart?" His tone was soft, caring, a bit gravelly, like he hadn't used it in a while, but it sounded warm. Not at all like you expected your stalker to sound.
"Shh, shh, don't worry, m'gonna protect you. No need to be scared, I'm sure it'll come back on in a minute." He started gently swaying the both of you, you guess the action was supposed to be comforting.
"James?" The combined fear of the dark room and your stalker made your voice shaky. God, you felt pathetic, the door is right there, he's not even holding onto you that tight.
"That's right, sweetheart. It's nice to finally touch you, when you're awake at least." James gave a small chuckle at the end, as if it was funny that he was touching you in your sleep.
"But, why?" What did he want with you? Why was he killing off random people for you? Why was he treating you like his lover when he's been stalking you?
"Mmm? Why?" He waited a breath while he thought of an answer. "Because you feel like coming home. After Hydra I didn't know what to do. But you feel like home and I'm not willing to lose that again."
He wraps his arms around your waist, the left one felt colder, pressing against you uncomfortably. He gave you a small squeeze, still rocking side to side with you.
"I'm not gonna lose you. Not gonna let anybody take you from me. You're all mine."
You don't think you're ever going to get over your fear of the dark. Not after this.
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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months
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YANDERE PETER PARKER HEADCANONS
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Bold of you to even assume you'll be left alone and have your privacy with this boi here. Bby boi here loves you so much, you're the very reason he's living and you're like AIR for him. If he's not close to you, he feels like he's shattering and dying inside and hence, he might stalk you every now and then as Spiderman pretending he's on rounds around the city just to make sure you're safe
He is a literal puppy mark my words and when you deny him something, his expression will resemble that of a kicked puppy that'll tug your heart strings for SURE
"Baby do you REALLY HAVE to go to that party? I mean, you barely even know them you just met them 2 months ago~"
Will beg you to spend every single second of your time with him and as a yandere, I can clearly see him as a worshipper who'll worship TF outta you pal
If you go out somewhere without telling him, expect a dozen messages on your phone and 45 FREAKING MISSED CALLS!!! Ngl..... he just wants you to be safe and once you come back, he'll smother you with his love and affection and pepper your face with kisses
His aunt May adores you and treats you like her very daughter. She likes baking you muffins and cookies when you come by
Hates it when you talk to other people and he's clearly making an exception for MJ and Ned though he prefers if you talk to them less. He's just scared of losing you
He'll kidnap you if he thinks you're in danger which lets say happens after a month you 2 start dating. Don't worry, he'll stock up everything you love and he'll have all your favorite movies and books available for you and he'll even be so generous as to have a Wattpad and a tumblr account so long as you do your stuff on HIS phone and he keeps track of what you're posting
He absolutely HATES and DESPISES punishing you when you misbehave and as much as he loves you, he'll convince himself that he needs to discipline you for your own good. Nothing too drastic though, he'll just restrict you from using your favorite things and no screen time. You'll be bored outta your skull for sure but hey, at least he's not locking you up in a room with chains dangling around you
When it comes to other people who he thinks are trying to steal his sweetheart from him (Aka. YOU), he will not hesitate to get messy and kill someone. He'll try framing that person like convincing people he was a corrupt person or an illegal drug seller or something like that and either spread rumors or directly kill them. No one messes with his darling and gets the hell away with it, not if he can help it and YES, he CAN help it
Will use EDITH to make sure you're safe
"Oh sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of everything for you. You won't leave me will you?"
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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years
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Yandere Bucky Barnes Headcanons
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Warnings: Present bucky (2023), talks about his background/hydra, killing/hurting mention/actions, mentions about steve/sam/thanos (aka dried grape).
Author Note: Sorry if this is shorter than others, this was rushed and a midnight thought writing. Stay well!!
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Bucky has been through a lot: lost himself off the train, his arm, and was brainwashed to be a killer. He lost his memories, his best friend, and his self-observantness. After he got saved from Steve, he dreamed of staying home with someone; away from the chaos, and with a partner who would love to have a peaceful morning with him.
Because of how harsh his background was, he'd fall for someone who’s very kind, patient, and never judgemental. Most likely, you'd meet him after he breaks free from Hydra; either helping him as a nurse when Steve brought him to the compound or someone he met in the city when he was bleeding badly. You’d help him keep hidden and get back on his feet while he chose to stay with you and maybe, get some help with Steve and the Avengers.
At first, he’s very distinct with you, leaving everytime you come in, and is very quiet with rare answers other than a shake of a head for a ‘no’ and a small mumble for a ‘yes’. But, once he gets closer to you, realizing you’re not gonna hurt him but rather the other way around; you both would quickly become close friends. He’d become a huge support to you, mentally and physically that is. He’ll offer to pay for the groceries every other week, clean the apartment when you're not in the mood, and remind you of important things in case you forgot. He even offers to cook dinner if you’ve had an exhausting day, including starting a shower for you.
He always mentions that he loves helping you in any way possible, just like you helped him when he was out of line and a total stranger to himself and the new society. He always promises to ‘pay you back’ no matter how much you decline that he ‘needs’ too.
After what happens with the snap and Steve; he’ll slowly become more closer with you, as he starts to learn more about him and the technology. This would also come with how he realizes he’s in love with you.
Bucky would start to know he’s in love with you by how you make him feel and how he likes to flirt with you. Sure, Barnes was a lady’s man when he was younger, but now he’s quite a coward; unsure what to do. He’ll ask Sam, but mostly leave it up to himself, not wanting to get teased or made fun of because he doesn’t know what to do. When he notices how you make him feel (aka: when he’s head over heels for you), Bucky would start to ‘court’ you: buying you flowers every time he sees you, maybe bringing your favorite meal alongside and trying to give you his jacket whenever you're cold. He gets really happy when you ask him for help, it helps boost his pride up. Slowly he would start to see, or hopefully, start to see that you would want something more than a friendship with him.
He would never kidnap you. He knows what it's like to be kept under your will so he would never drug you, take you away where you’re stuck in a house forever, feel unsafe/or scared. However, in a rare moment, if something chaotic happened (ex. such as the purge, an invasion of aliens/monsters, or people who are after you) then he would take you, but he would never put you in chains or force you to do things, he’d still allow you to go outside but. As said again, this is a very rare and unlikely situation to happen.
Though, if he does kidnap you, he’d try to reassure you into believing that he’s not what he is, and never would be. Most likely, you would be drugged in some way; only enough to make you drowsy and accidentally fall asleep on his bed/or couch.
Outside of the headcanon above: bucky guilt-trips you sometimes. He knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can't feel at ease when you're not around/or in his sight. He would consistently bring his past into the conversations you two would have. He would only use his guilt-trip tactic if you're going somewhere ‘dangerous’, on a mission or spending too much time with somebody. At first, he’d try to talk to you without going, staying at your work to fill out paperwork or train, but the more you persist on going; he finally gives in to explaining he has to go with you. Reasoning that he’s beyond terrified of you getting hurt, he just wants to make sure you're protected at all times and that nothing bad happens to you; not that it’s wrong or anything.
As a way to get closer to you, he would use his assassin ways to stalk you, making sure you get to places safe; also using this as a way to understand what you like, dislike/or pet peeves you have of things. He would try to understand and find ways to make you like him better: cooking your favorite meals, buying you items for your hobbies, and trying to surprise you with extreme gifts.
His yandere behavior is overprotective, guilt-tripping, possessive, and (semi)worshiping. As stated above, he wants to repay you for helping him; meaning he wants to spoil you. He would buy you small meaningful gifts. If you're into art, he’d come over to give you a few canvases, paint, and some brushes that could replace your old ones. If you're into gaming, he’d slide some games he saw you took interest in, sometimes buying you hand-books that explain the game better. Hell, he’d even ask to try to play games with you.
He’s the definition of a gentleman. He always opens the doors for you, including the car doors and never lets you lift heavy things, insists on paying for everything, and always asks for permission to do things: touching you, using your bathroom, or even coming over to your house so he could, atleast, have a moment of peace.
Once he gets over his fear of rejection, he will confess to you: over a romantic dinner, and something cute but not too extreme. When you two are into a relationship, the affection you'll receive is very touch-starved. Because of the years of abuse, he's clinging onto you like a sloth and never letting go. But, that doesn’t mean he's touching you all the time; he always asks for permission first: tapping in a certain way or asking. He loves touchibg you, something he craves 24/7: holding hands, having his arm around your waist, or putting his face into your neck after an exhausting day; it’s something he loves forward too.
He spoils you like no tomorrow; buying you anything he sees that reminds him of you or something he feels like you’ll enjoy.
Most days, he’d tag along with whatever you're doing; following you around like a guard dog. If you're going to the store? He’d love to tag along, plus you get the extra help carrying the heavy things. Meeting a friend? He's right beside you, but beforehand; he's looking through their background to see if they're a threat for you or not. Going for a walk? He’d love to come with you. Having some extra protection is better.
Bucky hates conflict. He will try his best to never fight with you, trying his best to be calm in the situation if you're mad or yelling at him. Though, if it continues, he will leave the room to make sure you calm down. Though, if you do something that endangers your life, he will get irritated, slightly raising his voice until he removes himself, then come back in and apologize; possibly taking it out in a more-so-calming tone.
He would never, ever hurt your family or friends. He wouldn't want you to be upset, more or less be afraid of him. But, he will hurt/or kill someone if they get on your bad side. Whether it’s hurting, scaring, or making you uncomfortable; he would brutally kill them and cover it up. This also goes along the line of if you have horrible friends, he will tell you the red flags and tell you confidently that you need to remove yourself from them. If you don't listen, he won't force you to do anything, but he will make sure to be there for you when they do something.
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knullanon · 1 year
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REDO: Symbiotes being assholes
ok so I noticed a few of you guys wanted a part 4 to that symbiote series, the one that ended off with Anti-Venom getting reader, and another for the one of playing uno with toxin. but after reading both, I realized I cannot just let them be written like that. I think I've become a better writer since then, and tbf it's almost been like. 2 years since then. so I've decided to re-write both of them! probably next week will either be another of this series or of the toxin one, but either way I wanted to give another chance at them because they bring so many happy memories but also. I can't stand to read the things I used to write lol. so here's the first part to the symbiotes being assholes series, but a re-written version!
summary: after eddie takes you from your comfortable life with your family, you can say that you absolutely hate him and his stupid symbiote. but after a realization, you begin to think that your original decision was wrong.
words: 4286
warnings: talk of murder, kidnapping, stolkhome syndrome, cussing, lmk if I missed any!
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The walls were an ugly tan, it was uglier than your own room when you left it. The ceiling was one of those popcorn ceilings, the windows were somehow tinted brown, and the floorboards creaked whenever you stepped somewhere in your room.
You hated it. You wanted to say you disliked it, as negativity was everywhere in this apartment, but you hated it. You hated the smell, you hated the look, even the damn traffic outside. 
And you certainly hated the man who brought you here.
Eddie Brock, he was a reporter and journalist on certain violent crimes, however, after losing his job when he went snooping somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to, he has had to resort to his own jobs, and finding different opportunities himself. 
And most importantly, you hated him. He left you in the apartment for hours on end, with nothing to do, besides maybe turn on the TV, and watch the same channels over and over again. 
The only thing that kept you sane in this hole they called an “apartment” was, surprisingly, his books. He had tons, and tons of books. Mostly collectors or true crime books. You didn’t really care for them before, but they’ve gained a new appreciation from you. 
Everyday, you would read the books, sometimes switching in between different ones, and trying to figure out the pieces yourself, even if the answer was given to you. 
Other times, you would feel a little dumb when you read them, as you couldn’t figure it out within the first few chapters. It was hard for you to not just flip to the ending of it and read those pages with those books.
Whenever he left, you would grab one or two, and hide yourself in your room. Sometimes, if the day was less cloudy than usual, you would sit in front of the living room couch and read them there. 
Going through the pages, reading every word, plot twist, and analyzing every character. With your favorites, you would re-imagine the stories with yourself in them. You would begin to think you’re crazy sometimes, thinking like this.
But you didn’t care. You had long learned that no one was in your mind, reading your thoughts. It was just you. Alone. 
Sometimes you would stare outside, through the dirty window, and wonder to yourself what would you do if you got the opportunity to go outside again. You could go downtown, there was that little cafe you and your friends would visit. There was the city park, while dirty, you remember what the grass felt like when you would run around barefoot. Oh, and the movies! Your family liked to watch any latest movie, as it was a fun outing for all of you. 
And then, it would get too overwhelming. Those nights always made you cry. 
Of course, you would never tell him. Or Venom. Besides, even if you did, they were always out. With some exceptions, they would leave around noon and come back at 8 or 9 in the evening. 
This was also the reason why they would be present for the first few hours you would be awake. Everyday with them was almost a routine. They would gently wake you up, let you get dressed, eat your breakfast that they made for you, brush your teeth and hair, and then you would be with them until they left.
Sometimes they would just talk absently to you, like they didn’t expect you to answer. Other times, they would ask you questions about what you wanted, what you liked, and just try to have basic conversations. 
Of course, you never really participated. At least, you tried not to. Your spite and anger were stronger than your fear, and you would glare at them whenever they tried to talk to you. 
They would keep trying, however. Every day was a new topic, or sometimes they would bring up a previous talk to try and engage you. However, nothing was as bad as when they decided to get physical. 
While you were relieved their anger wasn’t as present as yours (if they even had any towards you), they would force you to cuddle with them. Even if you tried to push away, you realized that fighting against a big man with a bigger alien was not a good idea. So, you would just let them sit there and hold you, never letting go. 
Eventually, they would let go, and you would try not to show how eager you were to get out of their hold. 
You remember one time, it was late at night, and they had had a bad day. Something about some weird guy making them mad, if you recalled. They had just grabbed you and hugged you on the couch. 
While you were uncomfortable at first, you started to feel yourself relax for the first time since you were taken. You felt your shoulders drop, your jaw unclenched. It almost felt like going into a warm bath on a chilly night. It was… pleasant. 
You had closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep when you heard their small chuckle. Your eyes never shot open as quickly as then, and yet, you found yourself wanting to go back to sleep. 
Unbelievable! You screamed to yourself, trying to rationalize with yourself: this isn’t right.
But unfortunately, you didn’t win that night. You had told yourself, it’s only one night, it won’t kill me, even as your morality was sitting in the back of your mind, even as it was screaming at you to get up and go, you didn’t listen.
It was too comfortable, it was too cozy, you didn’t want to leave. The thought hit you before you went to sleep. 
You didn’t want to leave.
---
The first slap in the face was the fact that you stopped checking the date every day. It was just something you remembered, before you realized why it was so important. 
How long has it been? 3 months? 4? You tried to remember the date you were taken. It was a Wednesday, right? Or was it a Thursday?
Eddie had started to let you watch the TV with him. Mainly just news channels, as he would give a basic summary of what he would have to do that day. This morning, he had made you eggs and hashbrowns. He had apologized for the little amount of food he had, as he still had to go to the store. You had a little laugh to yourself, “I don’t really care, your food usually tastes good.”
He gave you a small smile, “Well, so long as Venom doesn’t cook anything.”
“I make great food! I don’t even need this food, I can eat both of you!”
You and Eddie laughed with each other, before he gave you his mini summary of what his day was going to be.
“... so apparently, they think her mom is behind all of it, but they aren’t sure.”
“Hasn’t she been found, though?”
“Yes, but apparently the whole time they kept her in a sealed room and when they would enter, they would wear masks over their face.”
“Damn. That doesn’t sound easy to find out.”
Eddie was trying to find his sweater, and you had opted to help him find it. The bedroom, living room, even the bathroom, you couldn’t find it. 
“Well, it might be easier to figure out than finding my damn jacket.” You had given him a small chuckle, before Venom suddenly jumped in. “I can be the sweater!”
Before either of you could respond, he wrapped himself onto Eddie, giving him an almost jet black jacket, the same as his other one. Just, of course, this time it was Venom.
Eddie walked back to the kitchen, before returning, this time with his little bag he carried his stuff in.
“I’m gonna be a little late today, they all live in the upper state. Hopefully, since I’m leaving early, I’ll be earlier than expected, but we still have leftovers from yesterday's dinner, too.”
You picked up your plate, and went to grab his. “Don’t worry, I won’t starve.”
“Good. If you wanted me too, I could grab something from the way home?”
You thought about the idea of your favorite takeout, your mouth watering at the image in your mind. “That would be great, actually. Thank you.”
He unlocked the front door, before he turned to meet your eye. “Remember, late day today. I’ll be back this evening, though.”
And with that he closed the door.
You brought the plates and dishes to the sink, cleaning off any little bits left, and then set them out to dry on the little rack you had on the counter.
When putting down the last plate, you realized that that was probably the most you’ve ever talked with them. You also realized you weren’t angry at all towards him.
---
Every day you were becoming more and more compliant with your situation. You were hiding it, almost as good as your sadness from the nights you would think about the outside. Actually, you hadn’t even wondered about your family for a while. Or your friends, or your favorite places. 
And it was starting to scare you. Really scare you.
You had tried to make yourself wonder about your previous life, but then, all the negatives popped up. The work of school, your own actual work you would attend, your doubts in your friends' trust. 
It was weird for you to think about. Every time you wandered back to those memories, something negative would pop up. Even when you thought of the more positive memories. The cafe you remembered when your friends forgot about the meetup and didn’t even show up. The park has always been dirty, you just didn’t remember it. And the movies were really only for your parents, never to take into consideration on what you wanted.
You tried to go back to when you hated the place, to when you would cry yourself to sleep and wonder if you were ever able to leave.
It was harder and harder to go back to that mindset. 
Today was another day you just decided to go with it. You were too tired to fight against your exhaustion of wondering what you should feel, so you would just act normally in front of them. 
Today was another early-late day for him.
“This time, I don’t think I’ll be able to get anything from a restaurant, sorry.”
“That’s fine with me, I think I can make dinner myself tonight. How about stir fry?”
He walked past you, putting on his shoes at the door. “That sounds great. You can make it early, I can just reheat it.”
You smiled, gathering up the dishes you had left on the table. 
“Oh, hey, by the way.”
You stopped and looked at him. “You haven’t had anyone come to knock on the doors lately, right?”
You shook your head, “No, the last time someone knocked on the door was around 3 weeks ago? Can’t remember.”
He hummed, “Well, if someone does, and you can’t see anyone through the viewport, don’t answer the door.”
Laughing, you put the glasses in the sink. “What, is some serial killer going to knock on the door waiting for me to answer?”
There wasn’t anything from the doorway. You turned around, confused, only to almost jump. His face was worried. Like he had just seen a ghost. 
“Don’t answer the door. In fact, don’t even make a noise if someone does.”
Your heart started to quicken, not only from what he was saying, but also because of the sudden switch in mood. 
“Oh… ok.” You awkwardly shuffled around, trying to get the rest of the plates without meeting his gaze.
“Alright.” he sighed, turning back to the door. “I’ll be back this evening. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” the door closed and you could hear the lock turning, before you heard his footsteps towards the stairs. 
Walking back to the living room, you decided to yourself the dishes could wait. You wanted a nap. You absentmindedly thought of what he said. Why was he so worried about the knocking? Was there a news story that scared him? He had told you sometimes, with stories that were too graphic, he would wonder about if someone like that was going to go after him or you.
Well, he seemed alright when you both said bye-
You said you loved him.
---
That afternoon, instead of doing anything you were planning on doing, you had a mini mental talk with yourself.
You had to decide what you wanted. No, you had to decide if you wanted this or your old life back. This was getting out of hand. 
First, you let yourself relax around them, then you started being friendly with them, and now you're acting just as they want you to: to be a good kid who does what they're told and doesn’t make a fuss. 
You even said you loved him! Like a real family…
Did you want that? No. No, not at all. You wanted your old family, your old friends. But, this was so much more comfortable. I mean, no job, no worries, you used to think about all the worries you would have when you graduated your college, now the most you worry about is what you will have for food that night!
Is it that bad? The thoughts in your head clashed together, and you soon realized that it had been a few hours since they left. 6:04. Had you really been thinking about it this long?
You wanted to tell yourself you’d get over it, that it was going to just pass, but the more thoughts rushed into your head. This is not something that can just pass as easily as a test, this has to be a conscious decision.
But you couldn’t do it. You realized you had far too many indecisive thoughts and feelings at that moment. Everything you had been thinking about was solely based on your situation. You turned on the TV to try and get some static, barely listening to the reporter, who was spouting off some weather reports for the next day.
“-and breaking from Michelle here, we have more info on the Midtown Murders.”
What?
Turning up the volume, you listened. “Well, police haven’t said who their suspect is, but they believe that whoever is responsible is still loose. Reports say that the killer walks around the evenings from 6 in the evening all the way to 5 in the morning. I mean, really, can all we do is wait for them to kill us all?”
“Well, while the city council has asked the city for a curfew time from the evenings to the mornings, they have been very lenient on what they want. However, what we can tell is that-”
Knock knock.
Startling yourself, you jumped for the remote, putting the TV on mute. You listened again, and before you could convince yourself it wasn’t anyone, you heard it again. 
It was almost like a loud boom. But it was just someone at the door. 
Quietly, you sneaked up to the door. It felt so weird. It shouldn’t be this scary. It was just someone at the door! You looked through the peephole, hoping to see someone there.
To your relief, there was someone you recognized. The apartment owner, Roger, if you remember correctly. 
“Eddie? Are you there?”
Straightening up, you said, “No, he’s not here at the moment.”
“Who- oh. Uh, when will he be home?” He said. 
“Around 10 probably.”
“10?! I- Alright, I’ll just come back tomorrow. Would you let him know that?”
“Yeah, I will.” You relaxed your shoulders, and let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. 
“Well thank you anyway.” You heard his footsteps go away from the door, when you suddenly remembered your whole decision talk. 
This could be your chance! You haven’t talked to anyone besides Eddie and Venom since… Well, it felt like forever!
“Wait!” While you instantly regretted it, the rational part of your mind pushed away your embarrassment. 
He seemingly stopped in the middle of the hallway. “What?”
You stood silently for a moment. Should you? You knew he had the keys to the apartment. He could get you out. You could be free. 
“Did you, uh, need something?” You didn’t realize he had walked a little closer back thinking you were going to say something.
“Uh.” Should I? Turning outside the window, you saw the almost beautiful city, glowing and gleaming, even if it was a tinted window. 
“Could you open the door for me?I lost the extra set of keys we had, and he changed the lock so it could only be opened with a key.”
You heard sputtering, before, “He did WHAT? He didn’t even tell me!”
While you thought he would drag into you, you heard the door lock open. “Well, I’ll see if I have a spare, but you have to be more careful with these things, you know. They’re not cheap.”
Getting out of your trance with the lights, you quickly replied, “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll find it before you get a spare, though.”
He grumbled something, “Well, don’t count on me for one if you can’t find it.”
And with that, he walked off. 
---
It was another hour before you finally faced the door again. Originally, your mind didn’t even want to face it, too scared of the planning and thoughts that rushed to your head. But you soon realized that it was too stupid to hide in your room, so you walked back outside. 
You didn’t even sit at the couch, you just plopped yourself in front of the door. You were trying to reason with yourself, with one side telling you to make a run for it, while the other saying to wait, that you needed to think about this.
What is there to think about? You’ve been thinking this whole day! In fact, you haven’t even had anything to eat or drink, you haven’t done any chores, you’ve just been sitting on the damn couch and pondering on what your decision was going to be!
And that got your mind going. What’s gonna happen when Eddie comes back home to you having not done anything all day, you haven’t made any dinner, you haven’t even eaten or taken care of yourself yet, and to top it all off, the door was open. 
You wouldn’t be able to make an excuse. There would be no excuses. He would find out. He would get mad. What would he do? Would he finally let go of all the anger? Every single time you cussed at him, that you yelled at him, hell even when you were in your no talking phase: is he going to remember all of that and actually attack you?
You didn’t even realize you had grabbed some random bag you found and filled it with clothes and snacks. You didn’t have much to bring, really: 
Standing at the door, with the bag in your hand, you were about to start crying. 
Do it! Your mind screamed. Get out of here before he comes back!
But he’ll find you! The other part yelled. He’s gonna be so mad, and everything that you’ve worked for will be gone!
You looked back to the window, the whole thing that you could theoretically say started this whole mess. It didn’t look so pretty now. In fact, it looked ugly. There were no stars, there were no pretty colors in the sky: just black, with the city lights peaking out. 
But you didn’t want it to look pretty: it looked like freedom. It looked like the outside. You could almost feel the ground beneath you, the smell, even if it wasn’t that great. 
You could see your family again. 
Turning back to the door, your mind screamed in all directions. Don’t leave! Why do you want to be in some prison for the rest of your time? You’ll be safe here! You’re only gonna rot in here! Who’s gonna love you outside, anyway?
Do you really want to spend the rest of your life tucked away?
You turned the knob of the door, and quickly rushed outside, thinking someone was going to grab you and drag you back inside. You stayed still for a moment. There was nothing. No one was there. Just you, and your pacing heart. You wanted to cry. 
Looking at the time, it was only 7:30. You had at least 2 hours before he even got home. 
I mean, if you really regret it, you can just return right back on time, right?
You didn’t need any more motivation. You closed the door and ran down the hall.
---
You don’t know how long you’ve been running for. After you got out of the apartment, you ran all the way down the street, ignoring anything and everything in your way. But after what felt like eternity, and after your lungs started to burn until you couldn’t take it, you sat down at some random city bench. 
You were out. You were free. You didn’t know what to do, either. You had just been running for, what, the past 10 minutes?
You sat there for a good while before your mind finally caught up to you.
What could you do? Did you want to go back? You could theoretically ask someone for help, get back to your family…
Right? Because that’s the reason you left. You want to get away from Eddie, from Venom, it doesn't matter how much your heart hurts, or how your feelings hurt, you have to get away. 
Resting your head in your hands, you silently screamed to yourself. You didn’t know whether you should jump for joy or if you should collapse sobbing to yourself. 
God, you thought, everything is against me…
“Are you lost?”
Shooting up, you turned to the owner of the voice, which revealed some middle aged looking guy. He had red hair, and was pretty skinny. 
“Uh, no.” You sat back down, embarrassed you were so startled by a guy you should have already seen. “No, I’m just… resting.”
“Hmm.” he walked closer, and while your instincts told you to walk away, you were too tired. You wanted to cry and scream at the same time, and you really wanted to go to sleep.
“Sorry, you just seemed like you didn’t know what you were doing.”
You would’ve laughed at the irony if you weren’t simultaneously scared and sad. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… just tired.”
He sat down on the bench with you, albeit on the other side. You both sat in a semi comfortable silence, with him just staring off into the distance, like he didn’t even realize you were there, while you were going through the five stages of grief all at once.
“Are you from here?” 
Getting your shit together, you said “Uh, yeah, I am.”
“That’s nice. What’s your name?”
“______.” 
He hummed, and it went back to silence for a minute. Then, he asked, “Do you know someone by the name Eddie Brock?”
You stiffened. What? “Excuse me?”
“Eddie Brock.” He repeated, turning to you. “You know, famed journalist and reporter, was into discovering true crime cases, decided to go behind his wife’s back and look up secret info that spiraled his career downward, but now he just does job to job?”
You quickly sobered yourself, and while thinking of what to say, he stood up abruptly. 
“I know you do, don’t worry. I was just wondering how you knew him.”
You quickly realized how fucked you actually were. This guy was skinny, which probably meant he could run faster than you. There wasn’t anyone around, which was great for your whole mental breakdown, it wasn’t good for being alone with some random guy.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Before you could even think, his face almost morphed into one similar to Venom. But this time, it was blood red, and he wore a smile on his face that stretched ear to ear. 
“Oh, but I know you do!”
You didn’t even need to think about the different options you had then, you just ran. 
Of course, it didn’t do you much good, as you were picked up within a matter of seconds, and tossed into the air like some toy.
“I know you know what I know!” He sang in a sing-song voice, grabbing you by the waist. You realized he was perched on top of a street light. You realized he had doubled in size and went from some skinny man to a huge symbiote, almost bigger than Venom.
“I can smell him all over you, y’know! There’s no need to lie!” 
Looking down, you couldn’t even say anything as it felt like you were going to be dropped at any second, only focusing on your balance in his hand. Trying to pry his hand open wasn’t working at all as he laughed.
“Well, unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to deal with me now!”
You felt yourself getting thrown over his shoulder and your head beginning to get a headache. Your whole body lurched from one side to the other, and you realized you were in the air. 
“We’re gonna love you!”
As you felt the wind rushing in your face, the smells of the city around you, and your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you comically thought that all of this could have been avoided if you just listened to your feelings.
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