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SEBASTIAN STAN as NICK FOWLER in THE 355 (2022) dir. Simon Kinberg

Pinot Noir

Detective!Bucky x Reader (soft!dark Bucky)

Summary: Detective Barnes takes on a case involving a missing fiancé, and lucky for him, he knows right where to find her.

Words: 6k

Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, and Amnesia. Dubcon, Smut, and Party Drugs. Dark themes throughout.

James was closing up for the night. His keys were in one hand and his hat in the other when he heard a frantic knocking on the office door. 

Maybe if he waited it out, whoever it was would go away. He had been working long hours all week. But the knock was persistent, and James could hear the plea on the other side of the door. Someone needed his help. 

It seemed like someone always needed his help.

He should have invested in getting his working hours engraved on the door, but with his line of work, there were no set hours. 

James Barnes Detective Agency

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Holy fucking shit

This Steve

With this Bucky

@georgiapeach30513

Kept it going or come up with a story line

hi i know your on break right now and i hope you feel better soon ❤️ i love your writing and i was hoping if i could ask a fic of rafe and reader at a party and basically reader embarrasses him and she thinks its all fine until when they get home and she hops on the bed he starts yelling and pulling her out of the bed and just like goes full anger mode and slaps her?? 😭😭 sorry its alot. also could i be 🛼 anon?

hi love, tysm! <3 kinda just jumped right into the scene tbh,, i’m SCARED to post this omg first time writing again in a minute…..fair warning its barely proofread and i fear my writing is nowhere near as good as it used to be since my break, feedback would be soo appreciated pls ily :’) but also yes welcome 🛼!!

wc — 2.4k (tw domestic violence, abusive relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, lovebombing, uhh i’m prob missing something im sorry omg)

you hold your arms up in front of you in defense, trying to shield yourself from your boyfriend’s rage, but he quickly denounces your attempt. rafe slaps your hands away, hardly offering you time to process the act of violence before he’s slapping you clean across the face.

you let out a pained cry as your head whips to the side. the ringing in your ears is instant, and you clutch the side of your face, trying to soothe the stinging sensation that’s quickly taking over.

“owwww!” you cry out, unable to catch your breath. “i-i didn’t do anything!” you try to defend yourself, but rafe’s mind is made up already.

in an instant, he shoves you hard against the wall beside you and glares down at you. he stands much taller than you, using his height snd stature to intimidate you further. his eyes are filled with anger.

“yeah? that’s your excuse?” he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. his grip is tight, sure to bruise.

“you think i’m an idiot, huh?”

he gets in your face, and his grip on your chin tightens.

"answer me." he demands, his voice firm and authoritative. "i asked you a goddamn question.”

“n-no—“ you manage to stammer out, mind foggy and vision blurry from your tears, “no, i-i don’t think that, rafe, i-i’m telling you the truth!”

he scoffs, clearly not buying your words.
“bullshit,” he mutters.

rafe pulls you away from the wall by your jaw, only to shove you back against it again.

“you think i didn’t notice your little stunt? huh? you tried to get loud with me, show me up in front of my friends.”

he leans in close to your ear, his voice low and menacing.

"you embarrassed me, in front of everyone. you humiliated me!" he sneers, his grip on your chin tightening even more, almost painfully.

rafe just can’t help himself at this point. his rage is flying off the handle, and without a second thought, the cameron boy rears back and delivers another dehabilitating slap to your face.

the pain is instant, and a cry escapes your lips as you stumble to the side, now free from his grip, but only at a harrowing cost. you bring a hand up to clutch the side of your face, trying to soothe the stinging pain that’s quickly spreading across your cheek.

rafe watches you with an angry look in his blue eyes, taking in the sight of you clutching your wounded cheek.

“yeah, real quiet now, huh?” his voice is low and mocking.

“bet you didn’t think i’d punish you for that, did you?”

he takes a step closer to you, now towering over you and backing you into the wall once more. your chin falls victim to his unforgiving grip again, forcing you to look up at him. you’re sure you’ll be left with an array of bruises across your face later.

“answer me.” rafe demands again.

you try to look away, but he won’t allow it. rafe tightens his grip and forces your head back towards him.

“look. at. me.” he demands, his tone hard and authoritative.

he’s mere inches away from your face, his breath hot on your skin. the sight of his face twisted into such a mean sneer scares you, and you tremble in his hold.

“rafe—“

“you thought i’d just let you get away with that little stunt?” he cuts you off, his voice growing more intense with each word.

“huh? you thought you could treat me like that in front of my boys and-and get away with it?” he chuckles darkly, shaking his head.

“i didn’t do anything—!” you try to defend yourself, your voice naturally raising an octave or two, but rafe quickly nips that in the bud with another slap.

his large hand comes down across your cheek again, the force of the slap knocking your head to the side. for a brief moment, everything is fuzzy after the impact. you see stars, your cheek burning with pain.

“watch your tone.” he snaps, his hand moving to grip your chin again. “you think you can raise your voice at me? huh?”

you shake your head frantically as his grip on your jaw is traded for a harsher one on your hair. pushing yourself up on your tiptoes, you try to alleviate as much of the strain on your roots as possible.

“no!” you cry out, “no, no, i-i’m sorry!”

the taller man gives you a good shake by your hair. he leans in close to your ear again, his voice low and threatening. “damn right you’re sorry. and if you ever embarrass me like that again, i’ll break your fucking face. you got that?”

you nod as best you can with the unforgiving grip on your hair.

rafe only releases you so he can shove you back against the wall again with all his strength. he steps back, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug look on his face.

“you need to learn your place.” he says, his tone condescending. his hard eyes follow you as you slump against the wall and collapse in a sobbing heap at his feet.

rafe towers over you, glaring down his nose, taking in the sight of your crumpled form. he doesn’t pity you, in fact, he actually enjoys seeing you like this. broken. weak. crying.

he takes a step closer, his chest heaving.

“dry it up,” his demand comes out in a harsh tone, referencing your tears.

“you brought this on yourself. you know goddamn well this is what happens when you disrespect me. be lucky that’s all i decided to do.”

you’re still sobbing, unable to catch your breath as you gasp and hiccup and sniffle at his feet. you keep your face turned away from him, unable to look your boyfriend in the eyes. you feel too small, too weak and vulnerable to do so.

your face feels almost numb at this point, your cheek spent from being slapped so many times. you look absolutely pitiful.

rafe wears a faux pout as kneels down to your level, tilting his head at you.

you can’t help but flinch when a warm hand suddenly comes to rest under your chin. you anticipate the wrenching snatch of his hand to your jaw, but it doesn’t come. instead, rafe’s touch is surprisingly gentle now.

he lifts your head up, forcing your tearful gaze on him. with his other hand, rafe brushes a strand of dishevelled hair from your face.

“oh sweetheart…” he drawls, “look at you.”

his fingers trail across your face, over your wounded cheek. he gently caresses the tender skin, his touch light and almost tender.

but there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, bruised and beaten. the imprint of his hand is already visible on your face, puffy and indented on the irritated skin.

“you look like a mess.” he says, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

rafe frowns as he thumbs at some of your tears. the stark contrast to the aggressive behavior he’d just showed moments ago is enough to give you whiplash.

he sighs, “you know i don’t like having to hurt you…”

it’s a claim you’ve heard time and time again.

your boyfriend’s voice takes on a more menacing tone now as he reaches out and brushes more hair from your face, his touch still light. but there’s a warning in his eyes.

“now…you’re a smart girl…you know better than to push me like that, right?” rafe nods, and you nod with him.

“you know better. you gotta do better, sweetheart. cause’ next time…” he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, blue eyes flitting across your forlorn face.

“…i can’t promise i’ll be so gentle.” he threatens, his voice quiet and intense.

only suffering three slaps to the face, being spared any punches, or worst of all, any choking, was indeed considered ‘gentle’ in rafe’s eyes.

he frowns as he takes in your face; your bottom lip quivering, dried and fresh tears littering your cheeks.

his expression is almost… soft. almost… caring. it’s an odd juxtaposition to the anger and violence he had shown you just moments before.

rafe tilts his head, studying your bruised face and tear-streaked cheeks.

“you know the rules, sweetheart.” he says, his voice still soft. “you know what i expect. and you know what happens when you break those rules, don’t you?”

you manage to nod your head, sniffling as you wipe at your face with the back of your hand.

he sighs again, almost sounding defeated.

“baby, look at me.” he says, his tone firm and authoritative.

when you don’t move, he reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his.

“i said, look at me.”

rafe moves his hand up, gently caressing your face again.

“you gotta understand,” he says, his voice taking on a gentle, yet firm tone, “i’m doing this because i care. because i want you to learn. i don’t want to hurt you, baby, i don’t. but i gotta make sure you’re on your best behavior.”

when you don’t respond, he eventually reaches out towards your face, where your hand is still pressed to the side of your face he’d dealt his rath to.

“let me see,” he says.

you let rafe gently turn your face, examining the damage he’s done. his eyes flicker over the impending bruise in the shape of his hand. he looks almost… guilty.

“goddamnit…” he mutters, shaking his head.

you almost flinch again when rafe eventually stands back up, straightening himself out and sighing again as he looks down at you.

“come on. let’s get you some ice, baby.”

it’s rafe’s attempt at a kind gesture, but you’re nervous to take the hand that’s extended to you.

“c’mon…” he coaxes, his voice soft and gentle, “let me help you up.”

he sighs when you make no moves to comply, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

“come on baby, i’m not gonna hurt you. let me help.”

he reaches down and grabs your upper arm, pulling you up to your feet gently.

he maintains his hold on you, steadying you as you wobblely rise to your feet. rafe guides you over to the couch and carefully helps you sit down.

“stay here,” he says as he lowers you down onto the sofa, “i’m gonna grab some ice.”

he disappears into the kitchen, leaving you alone on the couch for a moment. you try not to focus on the pounding in your head as you hear rafe moving around in the other room, rummaging through the freezer and the cabinets. after a few minutes, rafe returns, holding a small bag of frozen peas with a thin hand towel wrapped around it.

he sits back down next to you and carefully presses the peas to your bruised cheek.

“gonna help with the swelling,” he says, his voice soft again, devoid of the anger from before.

he can’t miss the way you flinch when the bag makes contact with your skin, and his eyes soften again.

“i know, i know,” he starts, “i know it hurts, but it’ll help. trust me.” he mutters, gently holding the bag against you.

you try to relax, try to untense your muscles as rafe settles beside you, but he can tell you’re still on edge, still anticipating the next attack, whether it be verbal or physical.

this makes rafe sigh again, looking down at you with an almost unreadable expression.

“baby…you know why i had to do that, right?” he asks, his tone almost tender.

he shifts himself closer to you, the couch creaking under his weight. his other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“c’mere,” he murmurs, “come here, baby…”

he sighs, breath fanning against your hair as he presses a long kiss to the top of your head.

your tears have slowed slightly, but you continue to sniffle let out soft whimpers every now and then as rafe holds you.

he moves the bag of peas from your face and gently brushes his thumb across your bruised cheek, his touch tender.

“we’re not gonna have any more issues, are we sweetheart?” his voice takes on a hint of a warning tone again.

understanding that the relief of the ice on your face is dependent on your response, you shake your head, “no…n-no more issues…”

he gives a nod, satisfied with your answer. he resumes holding the peas to your face, being gentle this time around.

“good. that’s a good girl,” rafe praises, his tone soft again.

you relish the praise. you need it, because rafe is the only person you have. he’s completely isolated you from your friends, your family… he’s your only source of comfort and consolation after he’s hurt you. he made sure of that.

your boyfriend adjusts you in his lap, allowing you to rest your head against his broad chest.

again, he kisses the top of your head.

“you know i love you…right, sweetheart?”

you nod in response, bracing yourself for the manipulation he’s about to spew.

he continues to hold you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

he moves his hand from your back and gently tilts your head up to look at him.

“and you know… nobody could ever love you like i do, right? cause you know as well as i do, nobody’s gonna want you like i want you. nobody else can give you what i give you…right, baby?”

you nod your head, more tears welling in your bloodshot eyes…because you know he's right. rafe is the only one who's ever been able to look past all of your flaws, all of your issues. nobody else would put up with your bullshit like he has.

you look up at him, your eyes puffy and red.

"i know…” you manage to whisper, your voice weak and hoarse. "i know, you're the only one who loves me." it’s humiliating to admit, but you’re conditioned to believe it’s true at this point.

rafe nods, accepting your agreement. he has you right where he needs you to be. he pulls you impossibly closer against him, wrapping his strong arms around you.

he holds you in his lap again, his broad chest acting as your pillow.

it’s quiet for a few moments as he allows you to cry, his hand rubbing soothingly across your back.

“shhh…” he shushes you gently, “you’re gonna be just fine, baby,” he cooes, his voice tender.

“everything’s gonna be just fine.”

a/n — the ending?? me trying to write ‘soft’ rafe?? DONT ask idk PLS LMK UR THOUGHTS im so self-critical rn bc i havent written in so long. anyway love u guys <3

Yeah I’m not okay

y’all ever think about how bucky got drafted and acted like he enlisted so steve would think he was okay. or how bucky was tortured for weeks at azzano and acted like he wasn’t so steve would think he was okay. or how bucky was cryofrozen traumatically for decades and voluntarily chose to go back under so that steve would think he was okay. or how bucky blinked back into existence days before steve left his life forever and bucky acted happy for him so steve would think he’d be okay.

🥵😫

"Seb is back" - via Don Saladino on Instagram

Rise MASTERLIST

Summary: Having finished her third year of college, reader & her friends are excited for an early summer camping trip deep in the woods. However, little do they know, the world they left will never again be the world they return to…

The first part to The Day The World Ended apocalyptic universe series

THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON/CON & DUB/CON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. MINORS DNFI.

SOUNDTRACK

PINTEREST BOARD

FANCAST (feel free to add your own fancast to my characters)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FINALE

Said is dead, and so are some other words that we writers tend to overuse. Here's a brief list to aid your brain:

01. "VERY" ☆★⋆⭒˚.⋆

Very angry -> Furious

Very beautiful -> Gorgeous

Very bog -> Massive

Very boring -> Dull

Very poor -> Destitute

Very cheap -> Stingy

Very clean -> Spotless

Very difficult -> Arduous

Very dry -> Arid

Very quick -> Rapid

Very strong -> Forceful

Very ugly -> Hideous

Very calm -> Serene

Very huge -> Colossal

Very small -> Petite

02. "WHISPERED" 🤫

Murmurd

Mumbled

Muttered

Breathed

Sighed

Hissed

Mouthed

Susurrated

Intoned

Purred

Said in an undertone

Hinted

Said low

Said in hushed tones

Gasped

03. "BAD" 😈

Corrupt

Sinful

Depraved

Contaminated

Tainted

Irascible

Atrocious

Sinister

Snide

Deplorable

Detestable

Execrable

Ghastly

Noxious

Substandard

Despicable

Contemptible

Foul, rank, faulty

04. "BEAUTIFUL" 🦋

Dazzling

Splendid

Magnificent

Aesthetic

Delicate

Glorious

Stunning

Heavenly

Resplendent

Radiant

Glowing

Blooming

Sparkling

05. "BEGIN" ▶️

Open

Launch

Initite

Commence

Inaugurate

Originate

06. "BIG" ⚡

Immense

Gigantic

Vast

Gargantuan

Sizable

Grand

Mammoth

Astronomical

Titanic

Mountainous

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Rise MASTERLIST

Summary: Having finished her third year of college, reader & her friends are excited for an early summer camping trip deep in the woods. However, little do they know, the world they left will never again be the world they return to…

The first part to The Day The World Ended apocalyptic universe series

THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON/CON & DUB/CON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. MINORS DNFI.

SOUNDTRACK

PINTEREST BOARD

FANCAST (feel free to add your own fancast to my characters)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SEBASTIAN STAN The Falcon and The Winter Soldier - Gag Reel

Yandere's darling joining a TikTok trend be like:

I'm a yandere's darling, of course he chose to kidnap me, instead of asking me out like a normal person would *holds back tears*

I'm a yandere's darling, of course I have to chose my words wisely around him or else I'll be punished - badly.

I'm a yandere's darling, of course I have to pretend to love him back or he'll have a mental breakdown and scream at me like a possessed demon. *the yandere holding the camera scoffs*

I'm a yandere's darling, of course I have no privacy around the house. He's always watching through the cameras and there are no locks on the doors.

(Dark!) BNHA: Toxic Relationship

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Bakugo + Dabi + Deku

Reaction: Moments from your toxic relationship with your Pro-Hero boyfriend.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Abuse; Manipulation; Non-con.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Let me know if you like this reaction format or what 🙂

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Hawks

“Y/n is a real clutz, y’know. Can’t even walk on even ground without tripping over her own feet.”

Your cheeks flame with humiliation as the camera pans to the crowd that laughs heartily at the demeaning words, as if Keigo had dropped the funniest joke they’ve ever heard. 

“That’s adorable.” the woman laughs, “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she has no quirk? I believe you said she is quirkless, right?”

Keigo chuckles, nodding as he crosses an ankle over his knee.

“She sure is. Can’t even imagine what type of quirk she’d have, she’s just not the type.”

Your hand grips the remote tighter. What does he mean by that? Does he think you’re not good enough to have a quirk?

You consider turning off the TV, but fortunately the interviewer changes the subject. They casually speak about the current stance of heroes and their struggles on fighting off criminals and villains.

Keigo is charming as usual, delivering answers that are a perfect portrait of responsibility with a sprinkle of humor. He’s good like that, even though his previous answers left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Somehow, they end up reaching the topic of hobbies and free time. 

“Going Pro Hero leaves little time for myself, so sadly I don’t really have much time for hobbies. Wish I had.” he says humbly. “My girlfriend has lots of them, though.”

You inhale sharply. Not again. 

For your misfortune, the woman gets interested.

Perhaps because it’s an exclusive interview and her network channel gave her orders to squeeze every drop of information they can get on Hawks’ personal life. 

“What type of hobbies? She looks like she’s a great cook.” she tries to guess, but Keigo bursts laughing, holding his belly in an exaggerated mannerism. 

“Nah, cooking isn’t really her department. Burned eggs and half-cooked pancakes are more her style. She doesn’t even-”

You change channels in a heartbeat, bursting in tears at the low insults.

You’re not that bad. Sure, you’re not amazing at cooking, but never once did Keigo complain when he eats the food you diligently make after he returns from patrols. 

And now he slanders you on national television? 

And the worst part? It’s not even the first time he’s done this. 

Dabi

“There’s nothing to eat in the fridge.” 

“There is.” 

“There isn’t.” 

You stop writing your notes, swallowing back an annoyed sigh, already aware of what was happening.

“There is food in the fridge.” you repeat, “You just have to cook it.”

Dabi looks at you, unimpressed. 

“No shit Sherlock. Maybe you can do it for me.” 

“You serious?” 

Meeting his arrogant smirk, you huff. 

“Dead serious, babe. Not like you’re busy anyways.”

Your mouth drops at his audacity and you open your arms to indicate the mess of books, papers and pens in front of you. 

“I’m studying, Dabi. Can’t you see that? Grow up and cook for yourself, yeah?” you snap your attention back to your books, but your mood has already turned sour. 

You pretend to scribble down a few words when Dabi walks to you slowly. He peeks into your annotations, snorting. 

“That handwriting is kinda shitty.” he mocks you. “Besides, what exactly are you even studying for? You’re not exactly cut out to be a doctor, y’know? Not enough brain cells in you to become that.” 

You glare at him, angrily swatting away the hand that condescendingly tries to pet your hair. 

“You’re such an asshole, Dabi. Maybe if your life revolved around something other than your stupid daddy’s issues, you would actually get a job. Not like Endeavour is worried sick about you, not when he’s got Shoto.” you spit the words venously.

Not the nicest words, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to bother. 

A dark shade crosses Dabi’s face, his amused expression turning colder. You’d be lying if the sight didn’t ignite some fear in you.

“Is that so?” his crooked smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And why would I need a job - or Endeavour, by that matter - when I have you?”

His hand reaches for your shoulder and there’s an edge in his eyes that immobilizes you. You shouldn’t have mentioned Endeavour. 

“I’m not with you because of that bitchy attitude, you know. I like my girl to know who’s in charge. Respect is really important in a relationship and your behavior is making me really upset, baby.” his tone is scaringly soft, and his hand travels to your neck.

You hold your breath when the staples on his hand scratch against the delicate skin of your throat. “So, if you need me to remind you of your place, I’ll gladly help you with that.”

His fingers heat up at a low temperature, not enough to actually burn you but it doesn’t stop the lonely tear that slides from your eye, the only sign of the chilling terror you’re feeling.

He leans forward, kissing your forehead before sliding his hand away. 

“Are we understood?” 

The nod you give him is shaky at best, but Dabi smiles nonetheless. 

“Now, how about that food you’re gonna make me?”

Bakugo

“I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

Besides a low hum, Bakugo doesn’t acknowledge you much, too busy French kissing your neck.

His hands head for your ass, provoking a wince in you when he gropes it with unnecessary strength, your left ass cheek being kneaded like it’s dough.

Katsuki uses his grip on your ass to push your hips forward even as you complain again. The thin fabric of his sweatpants does nothing to hide the hardness that shamelessly rubs against your thigh. 

“Katsuki.” 

Once again he gives no sign of hearing you, rolling his hips with more urgency and you barely catch the tired groan that almost rolls away from you.

The clock on your side reminds you that despite the early hour, you’ll only have 6 hours to sleep. 

You really have to sleep and if you’re being honest, tonight you’re not feeling sexy or horny enough to sleep with your boyfriend. 

But that doesn’t make you feel any less awkward when Bakugo’s movements turn more vigorous and needy, humping your naked thigh as if he’s fucking it while you remain as alive as a statue. 

“Fuck, this isn’t enough.” he growls against your skin, and your heart skips a beat when his hands reach for your shorts, tugging them down halfway until you panickedly grab his wrist, wiggling your body away from his.

“Seriously, Kats, I’m not in the mood tonight.” you say, quickly pulling back your shorts. 

“You fuckin’ serious right now?” he growls through gritted teeth, still hovering above you. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you timidly nod. 

“Maybe we can do this tomorrow? It’s just that-”

“Yeah, whatever. Not like you haven’t used that stupid excuse on me before.”  

Your eyebrows raise with surprise at the bitter tone on his voice as he gruffs, pushing himself off you. 

“I’m not making up excuses.”

“The hell you aren’t.” he looks at you, angry. “Every time I try to start something, you turn into a damn nun. Always too freakin’ tired,  too busy or not in the mood.”

He scowls, spiky blonde hair falling to his eyes. 

“All you have to do is open your goddamn legs and let me do the rest, and you can’t even do that.”

His words hit a sore spot and he turns his back on you, settling on the distant side of the bed after delivering strained punches to the pillow to soften it up.

“Maybe I go after those Dynamite's groupies that are always throwing themselves at me. Since you never want to fuck anymore.”

You’re left too stunned to speak, sadness blossoming at the cruel meaning of his words and it’s a struggle to swallow the tears. 

He wouldn’t really, would he? But your mind lingers on the disturbing thought. He’s popular with girls, even with his angry mood.

Bakugo is tall, muscular and not even the ever present scowl in his face is able to contradict the attractive facial features he’s been blessed with. Meanwhile you’re just mediocre, if even that...

Your insecurities strike back, taunting you. 

Your hand reaches for his arm before you even realize it, and you’re mildly surprised when he doesn’t shake you off. 

“The hell you want now?”

Pulling on his arm until he finally turns to the side, you kiss him. 

He groans against your lips, allowing your hand to rest on the warm plane of his chest and you let it slide lower until it touches his clothed member. 

Neither of you speak a word, but you feel Bakugo smirking against your lips while he practically shoves your shorts down. 

You allow yourself go limp underneath him, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the way he wants to. Holding back a tired sigh when the fluorescent numbers on the clock mock you. 

You really have to wake up early.

Deku

“Are you serious, Izuku?” 

The tall hero jumps, eyes widening almost comically when he realizes you’re standing on the bedroom’s doorway and not cleaning the kitchen, like he clearly assumed you to be. 

“I wasn’t- The phone-” he stammers with his words, plowing your phone onto the bed with a bit too much force.

Crossing your arms, you flash him a frustrated glare.

“You promised me you wouldn’t spy on my phone anymore, Izuku.” your stern tone has him frowning and Izuku practically sprints closer to you.

“I wasn’t spying! I was just- just checking the time.” his words aren’t convincing enough for you to actually believe in him. 

You squint your eyes at him, dodging his grabby hands with a nasty slap, despite the hurt expression on his face.

“Izuku.” 

“I wasn’t! C’mon, you gotta believe in me.” 

You don’t. 

“Even if I did go through your phone - which I didn’t - why would that be such a problem?” he complains, dragging his voice. “Do you have something to hide or what?”

You point a warning finger at him.

“Don’t you dare. This isn’t about me. You’re the one who went behind my back because you’re just too insecure to fully trust me.”

He shakes his head, emerald eyes turning feverish. 

“You’re being dramatic, of course I trust you.”

“You don’t, stop lying.”

“I do trust you!” his voice rises in volume.

“No, you don’t!” you scream, voice breaking before you crumble in tears. 

You’re exhausted. Of arguing, of dealing with Izuku, of everything. When did things turn so frustrating, so tiring? Why does he always have to ruin things for you?

Izuku curses under his breath before rushing to you, engulfing you in a comforting embrace as you cry on his chest. 

“You don’t. You never will and I know that.” he stays silent, not contradicting you this time. 

He lets you cry on his chest, his hand gently caressing your hair as he mutters apologies. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Izuku hugs you harder, arms tightening around you. “I’ll do better, okay? I promise, I will.” 

And like a fool, you accept his promise - even if you know it’s meant to be broken.

of course i fell in love with him. he is sopping wet and miserable

Y/N: Bro, dude, homie, man, calm down.

Bucky: *eye twitching* I’m your boyfriend.

Fearsome predator

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🟌 Rafe being the type to spam you with messages after a fight.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship.

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A few hours after a nasty fight - which had him storming out of the house to calm down - is when Rafe realizes that you’ve gone out.

Where? He doesn’t know.

He knows you’ll eventually return, but the hours pass and it’s night already and you still haven't returned back to him, apologizing for talking back to him. 

His messages start slowly, sweetly begging you to return home, that he didn’t mean any of his cruel words, that he’ll make it up to you.  

Empty promises to be better, that he’ll get help, that he’ll be a better boyfriend for you. 

You don’t reply back, but the messages are read. 

Soon the messages begin multiplying, several by the minute, to the point that he’s practically spamming you.

The tone getting dangerously scary as he promises you that you’re gonna regret very much if you don’t get your ass back home in five minutes. 

It’s safe to say that his messages don’t exactly encourage you to return back to him, the screen of your phone showing the dozens of messages that start piling up in your inbox. 

But when Rafe starts throwing more serious threats, that’s enough for you to reluctantly return - even if you don’t want to.

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Bucky can’t keep his eyes off of you😍❤️‍🔥

Sorry could help but write that:

Minors DNI

Just a bit where Bucky is licking his lips.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what.”

“The thing with your tongue,” you mumble and Bucky chuckles.

He knows exactly what’s going on in your mind when he does that. Sliding his tongue over his lip, his eyes focused on you.

“Don’t you like it?”

You try to hide the soft moan slipping out of your mouth. You can’t hold back when he looks at you like that. Those pretty steel blue eyes and the smirk on his lips.

“Or do you wanna feel my tongue somewhere else? Little desperate slut for me, aren’t you, doll?”

You whimper softly, answer enough for Bucky to get off the chair and walk over to you, getting on his knees in front of you. His hands trail up and down you thighs, he looks at you, licking his lips once again.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, babydoll.”

And you do. Giving him full access to your already dripping cunt. Making Bucky chuckle and lower his head between your thighs.

Second Best 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

‘Really. Ur gonna ignore me.’

The latest in Greta’s endless texts pops up. Thankfully, the shitty reception blocks out most of them and they dump in bunches you can easily swipe away. You ignore her shallow pleas for the carnation badge you’ve been diligently stitching away at.

Your eyes are bleary from squinting and the fatigue tugging at the corners. Another day at the hotel leaves you with barely enough energy to enjoy your time off the clock. You pick away at the pink petals until your head threatens to split from the deep furrow in your brows.

You sigh and pack up your kit, setting it aside and pushing yourself off the floor. Ugh, you’re too young to be this achy. You yawn and stagger out of your room, puttering through the house lazily. It isn’t until you get to the kitchen that you notice the silence.

There’s an unbaked meatloaf on the counter, the oven preheated, and potatoes half-peeled. What the hell? You take a bottle of orange cream soda from the fridge, the special ones your mom gets you, and set off in search of your parents.

Your father’s voice is the crumb trail that leads you to your quarry. Your dad’s on the front porch, hands on the railing as your mother stands at his shoulder. The screen door snaps shut behind you, announcing your arrival abruptly. You follow their gaze to the police cruiser pull across the driveway.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you twist the cap off the bottle.

“We should be asking you,” your mother turns with arms crossed.

“What do you–”

“Taught you better than to steal,” your father hisses as he shifts back to glare at you.

“What are you talking about?” You shake your head.

“Now, now, we ain’t laying any charges…yet,” Bodecker comes up to the steps, previously obscured by the tall post, “just some questions.”

“Questions? About?” You hold the cream soda, untasted. “Mom, dad?”

“Go on,” your dad sneers, “talk to him.”

“Honey,” your mother turns on you, “so disappointed.”

“I didn’t do anything…” you murmur.

“Maybe ya didn’t but I still needa ask ya some stuff,” Bodecker insists, a sneaky wink behind your parents’ back.

You huff. What do you do? You could refuse and tell them how he tried to chase you down in his cruiser but you really don’t think it’s any more believable than it was yesterday. You tramp across the porch and descend the steps, staring at the sheriff.

He beckons you away from the porch. You follow warily. You don’t trust him but you know refusing will only make you look worse. It’s grade school all over again. Your parents always believed the principal over you.

“How ya doin’, darlin’?” He asks as he puts a hand on his hip, kicking out one foot as his stance pushes out his stomach further.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ain’t no way to speak to an officer,” he girds, “ah, ya know, we gotta call from the grocer… says someone snatched some gummy bears on their way out with a cone.”

“Huh?” 

“It’s just candy but it’s still a crime,” he tuts.

“I wouldn’t– I didn’t–” You sputter.

He smirks. Is he lying? Or did Greta swipe something? You wouldn’t put it past either of them.

“I’m not accusin’ you, I just wanted to give you the chance to clear your name,” he taunts.

“You know it wasn’t me,” you utter.

“Do I? I barely know ya,” he scoffs, “and it ain’t for lack of trying.”

“The store has cameras, doesn’t it?” 

“Mm, I thought so but turns out they’re decorative. Deterrent more than functional,” he snickers as he reaches to adjust the bolo tie at his collar, “so all I got to go on is eye witnesses. Supposed I could ask Grety girl.”

The pet name makes your stomach churn. Greta will already be pissed at you for snubbing her, you don’t doubt she’ll happily throw you under the bus, or the police cruiser, for a two dollar bag of candy.

“And if I tell you the truth, that it wasn’t me,” you challenge.

“Your word against hers,” he shrugs, “isn’t it?”

You look at him. His eyes gleam victoriously. He’s got you in a corner. You glance over as your dad sits on the porch, your mother’s shadow behind the screen door.

“What do you want?” You ask as you face him again.

“Just a ride along, darling,” he says, “won’t take long at all.”

You frown, your tongue bitter. You shudder and blow through your lips. What choice do you have?

“I’ll have you back by curfew, don’t you worry,” he chuckles.

“Fine,” you sniff, “fine, I… just need to grab some shoes.”

“Good girl,” he praises and reaches for the bottle in your hand. He takes it and sucks on the neck, downing nearly half of it, “sweet…” he muses, “bet you’re sweeter.”

You scowl and turn away from him. He can have the damn cane soda. You stomp towards the porch as he strides coolly behind you. Your mother opens the door as you approach.

“She’s just gonna come make a statement at the station,” Bodecker explains, “ain’t nothing wrong. Just to clear her name.”

“Oh,” your mother touches her chest daintily.

“We’re not paying no fines for you, girl,” your father growls.

You sidle past your mom and grab your slip-ons. You toss them on the porch and step into them before stomping back to the steps. You don’t say a word. You don’t need the sheriff digging you a bigger hole.

“Shouldn’t be none of that,” Bodecker says, “but she might wanna get better friends.”

You march towards the cruiser defiantly. He’s right. You wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for Greta. But she isn’t your biggest problem. No, he’s got your soda and a smirk on his face.

Running through the parking lot He chased me and he wouldn't stop Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it Grabbed my hand, pushed me down Took the words right out my mouth Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Can anybody hear me when I'm hidden underground? Can anybody hear me? Am I talking to myself? Saying, "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it" He's saying, "Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"

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》 NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED — rafe cameron x reader

word count — 4.6k

warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe, mentions of abusive relationship/domestic violence, NONCON + mentions of, slapping, choking, breaking and entering, victim blaming, manipulation, gaslighting, lmk if i’m missing any!!

summary — you always hear your next door neighbor arguing with his girlfriend. one night, things get loud and are too scary to ignore, so you call the cops. coming from a past abusive relationship yourself, your only intent was to help the girl you were sure was being abused too…but you could never have guessed how much the good deed would backfire…

a/n — had this idea for awhile, glad its finally done and i hope u guys enjoy!! if you like my work, please reblog & comment!!! if you’re feeling generous, consider supporting my ko-fi, if you’d like ofc. times are tough rn but ily guys <3 barely proofread btw

The sounds of raised voices bleeding through the walls of your apartment didn’t serve as a surprise to you. Focusing your eyes in on the oven clock in the nearby kitchen, you nodded to yourself. 6:30pm. That seemed about right - your next door neighbors were always going at it around this time…but not in the way you’d expect a young couple to be going at it.

You didn’t know much about the pair, only ever seen them in passing, but you knew they could never spend a full 24 hours in peace together. It was always the male’s voice sounding over the female’s, and you felt bad as you sat on the other side of the wall, listening to her night get ruined by a guy who seemed to be the epitome of obnoxious and overbearing.

It was particularly triggering for you, as you already had an instilled disdain for abusive men, having been through the wringer with your ex in the past. You couldn’t say for sure what went on on the other side of the wall, but you could pick out lots of similiarities between your neighbor and your ex just based on what arguments bled through the walls.

Things had definitely gotten heated in the next door apartment on many occasions, but tonight was different. The screaming you heard was louder than your TV, even after you turned it up twice. Your concern really started to spark when you heard what sounded like a crash, and then a loud bang directly on the wall separating your living rooms.

The crying that followed, and the way the man’s voice never let up prompted you to do something you hadn’t done before. 

The 911 operator was quick to take your call requesting a welfare check. Of course, you didn’t want to be that neighbor, so you made sure the police assured you that you wouldn’t be named as the complainant.

They arrived shortly after, and naturally, the commotion died down when the red and blue lights flooded the parking lot.

Lifting a blind with your finger, you watched through your window as the police spoke to the couple separately, offering you a much better look at each of them.

The girl displayed every sign of an abuse victim…every sign of the girl you used to be yourself, years ago.

Arms folded, hugging herself in consolation for the night she’d had; head hung low, no direct eye contact with the officer… 

Compared to her boyfriend who stood tall, hands on his hips and even a smile on his face as he spoke to the other officer. The two almost appeared to be having more of a casual conversation than an interrogation.

The girl seemed to be clutching her shoulder a lot, rubbing over it, and you briefly wondered if the loud noise you heard crashing into the wall was actually her…

You felt uneasy watching everything unfold, especially seeing how uncomfortable the girl looked standing outside, likely every eye in the neighborhood on her.

The cop eventually led her further away from her boyfriend, isolating her on the other side of a car where she was no longer in his line of view. He didn’t seem to like that, based on the look on his face, and the way his voice raised as he tried to peer around the officer, questioning where she was going, why she needed to move farther away. When your eyes darted back to the girl, it was apparent she’d started breaking down. Her sobs rang through your window, and you could only assume the added distance gave her the courage to finally tell the truth, to tell the cops what happened on the other side of the wall that led to you calling them in the first place.

Your heart broke for the girl; you’d been in that exact position before. Your neighbors called the cops on your ex on multiple occasions, and you remembered the pain in your chest as you tried to hold it together until you could get away from him long enough to explain your side of the story.

The officer led her back into the house, which only pissed her boyfriend off even more. He looked frustrated, panicked almost - especially when she came back out with a bag around her shoulder and some loose items in her arms.

“Where the hell’s she going?” He questioned aggressively, again trying to step past the officer who stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“The hell are you doing?!”

You watched the girl avoid eye contact, heading straight for one of the police cruisers instead.

You heard the officer explain to the angry man that in lieu of pressing charges against him, his girlfriend opted to just go stay with a family member for the night.

He cursed at that, annoyance evident as he ran both hands through his hair.

They came to rest on the back of his head, interlocking together as he looked up in frustration.

He’d craned his neck just enough for his eyes to latch onto yours through your window. The moment both gazes met, the man cocked his head to the side.

You scurried back from the window, heart racing as you sat with the fact that you’d clearly been caught spying on your neighbor.

At the same time though, your brain tried to convince you that he somehow hadn’t seen you, and you waited a good minute before daring to peek back through the blind again.

You froze when you looked down to find the stranger’s gaze still casted up at your window, and you saw his eyes linger on you for longer than you were comfortable with. But you didn’t back down this time…that’s what guys like him wanted, it’s what they counted on.

The uncomfortableness loitered around, even after the police lights faded out and the tall stranger eventually sauntered back into his own apartment, now presumably alone for the night.

…Just like you next door.

Sleep found you before your apartment was infiltrated later on that night, so you were completely oblivious to the sound of your front door opening and clicking shut. The footsteps traveling up the stairs and into your bedroom were missed by you too.

A series of soft breaths filled the air, growing louder the closer Rafe crept to your bed.

With a narrowed gaze, he stopped just short of you. He loomed over you, and thoughts darker than your pitch black room swirled around his mind as he eyed you down, studying your sleeping frame and your face.

Rafe had seen you a handful of times heading to your car, checking your mailbox; but never really got much of a good look at you. 

Now, he thought you looked rather peaceful as you slept; a total contrast to the shit starter he could only assume you to be.

He’d noted that you never seemed to have much company over; never seemed to go anywhere besides work, given the fact that you came and went at the same time each day. Clearly, your life was uneventful. No wonder you felt the need to pry into the business of someone you didn’t even know.

So intrusive…so what was wrong with intruding on you now?

His resentment continued to fester the longer he stared at you, until Rafe finally found himself lifting a hand to your nose. He pinched the cartilage, effectively cutting off your airway. His eyes never left you, clocking the first time your chest eventually couldn’t rise again, and you slowly started to stir awake, surely alarmed at the sudden inability to cycle air through your nose.

Your lips parted, chest rising again as you blinked your eyes open. It took you a second to make out the dark figure at your bedside, towering over you with a hand on your face.

As the moonlight bled through your blinds, you made out enough slivers of his face to recognize the man you’d basically called the cops on earlier that night.

The realization had you sucking in a deep breath through your mouth, ready to scream in hopes of someone hearing you and trying to help, the same way you’d tried to help your neighbor.

Now the source of the screams from the girl you’d pitied listening to night after night, had his hands on you.

The reprieve of inhaling through your nose again was short lived as his palm curled over your lips, muffling the hoarse screams you tried to let out.

“Don’t…don’t make a sound.” He pointedly hissed.

It had to be the calmest you’d ever heard the stranger sound, which chilled you.

Every last muscle was tense as the man leaned closer, his face now crowding your own.

Your heart sank, racing in your chest as anxiety and dread began to consume you.

Rafe could sense your fear building as he lowered himself down, a smirk materializing on his face when he felt you start to tremble slightly.

His eyes darted across your face now, revelling in the sight of your watery, wide eyes on him. His dick twitched in his pants, and he only removed his hand from your mouth when he started to speak again. It lingered around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin as if he was just waiting to clamp around it.

“Hi, neighbor,” his voice was low as he elongated the label; and eerily calm given the circumstances, “…don’t think we’re properly met yet…I’m Rafe. What’s your name?”

The way he posed the question so casually scared you. You breathing was picking up as you blinked up at him.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe dipped his fingers into the sides of your neck, applying a bit of pressure as a warning.

You breathlessly forced your name past your lips, and he repeated your name with a slow nod.

He hummed, “pretty. You moved in here…what, couple months ago?” He spoke tauntingly.

“How are you liking the place? Cause, we love it,” he stiffled an ingenuine chuckle before continuing, “not too close to downtown, but close enough to everything you need, y’know?”

You shook your head at the way he carried on such a normal conversation during such a heinous situation.

“How do you like it so far?” His hand still danced around your neck, and you swallowed hard at the looming threat.

“…It’s a little loud,” you finally said, insinuating that you’d heard his outbursts with his girlfriend already, so his friendly neighbor charade was unnecessary.

His laugh was louder this time, and you couldn’t help but flinch.

“Right…right. Yeah uh, sorry about the noise. My girlfriend gets pretty loud. Can’t say I blame her though…” his hips pressed down further into you for a second, “I make it hard to keep quiet.”

Feeling the stranger stiffen against your stomach had you cringing; his sick intentions were only getting harder to deny.

“S’funny, I never hear anything from your apartment, though…you gotta boyfriend?”

No, because you worried every guy you encountered would just be a watered down version of your ex, just waiting to show his true colors…like your neighbor.

You didn’t want to feed into his game.

“What are you doing in my house?” You tried to keep your voice firm, but it still wavered as you posed the question.

“Ooh,” he whistled, “sore subject, I guess. Newly single, I take it…makes sense.”

You didn’t want to go back and forth with him, but you couldn’t help but press, “…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Tears were sliding down your face as the man above you carried on as if he were doing anything besides restraining you to your bed, after breaking into your home in the middle of the night.

“Makes sense why you’re sticking your nose in my business.”

You still weren’t following, but there was no time to linger on the confusion, because with that, the pleasant demeanor he feigned dropped. The man’s tone was more bitter when he spoke again.

“…Cause maybe if you were getting some regular dicking down, you wouldn’t be so concerned with somebody else’s fucking relationship.”

He spat the words at you, emphasis on the profanity as he seethed in your face.

You shook your head, feeling more desperate now as you started to piece things together.

“I’m not-,”

“Don’t shake your head,” he muttered, suddenly adding more pressure around your throat. “I know it was you who called the cops, alright?” He drawled.

He stared down at you expectantly, waiting on an answer.

Again, more pressure from his hand at your throat.

“Right?”

You brought both hands to his wrist now, feeling increasingly anxious the more he restricted your airway.

“I’m glad I did,” you managed to get out, struggle reinsued as the man smirked down at you, “because I know guys like you.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a smirk dancing across his lips again.

“Oh really?” He asked sarcastically, grip loosening just slightly on your throat as he chose to entertain your little spiel.

You struggled to nod in the firm hold.

“My ex was just like you; could only feel strong when he prayed on something weak.” He seemed to pout at your words.

“But he had no idea how strong I really was. And he ended up exactly where you’re gonna be one day: in jail.”

You felt accomplished in having gotten the risky words out, but you refused to go down without a fight like you used to.

Rafe only laughed though, amused by your boldness. 

“…Yeah? We’ll see about that.”

You strugged against him as he ripped your duvet back and climbed onto the bed, positioning a knee on either side of your frame. You tried to shove at his chest and his face, to flail your legs around; anything to deter the stranger from overpowering you in your own bed…but it was inevitable.

Your struggle only amused Rafe, who eventually did finally pull his hand back from your face.

But he flipped it around, and the backhand that immediately followed dizzied you beyond belief. You were too out of it to put up much of a fight when he almost immediately wrangled your wrists together with a single hand and pinned them above your head.

At the same time, Rafe was also fumbling with his belt, frantically trying to tear it off while you writhed around beneath him.

He was able to secure the leather around your wrists, teathering them to the headboard above your head.

With a frustrated groan, you unsuccessfully tried to tug your arms free. 

Though defeat seemed clear, you squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to deny the sick reality you were faced with.

“God,” Rafe left out a sigh as he examined his arms, clocking a scratch you’d managed to land on one of them.

“My girl learned a long time ago to just lie down and take it…and don’t get me wrong,” he threw his hands up at his sides with a shrug, finally able to use them with your arms restrained above your head and your lower body pinned beneath him, “I love it…”

He was sick. You were sure of it.

“…but something about the way you’re trying to fight back,”

Rafe’s eyes fell shut for a moment as he let out a low groan, cocking his head to the side.

“…You have me forgetting all about that dumb bitch.”

Rafe moved quickly, tearing your blouse down with such intent, it was hard to believe he’d never done this before. Though you now pitied yourself, you also felt even worse for the girl next door. If this man felt entitled enough to do something so vile to someone he didn’t even know, you couldn’t imagine what his possessiveness for his own girlfriend would lead him to do…

But you could definitely guess. Rafe clearly wasn’t too far off from your ex; you were sure he probably treated his girlfriend no better than you’d been treated in the past.

The thought had your chest tightening; you felt that same tinge of helplessness and defeat sinking in that you thought you’d long escaped from.

Slipping back into the familiar submissive state you used to live in with your ex, was inevitable.

Your eyes fell shut, all of your emotions suddenly becoming too much to bare.

Rafe grabbed your face roughly, hand tight on your jaw as he forced your attention back on him.

“Nosey ass bitch,” he spat, and you tried to sink further down into the mattress, wishing you could somehow just fall all the way through and escape the stranger’s wrath.

“Guess I’m gonna have to teach you to mind your own business, yeah?” As Rafe said this, he pressed the entirety of his body weight down onto you, and you winced at the added strain to your breathing.

You thrashed and kicked around, but your neighbor was relentless.

Rafe’s anger only made him seem stronger, and he easily overpowered you, forcing you to lay there while he wrestled a hand around the waistband of your pajamas.

You couldn’t do much when Rafe ripped your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion. You couldn’t stop him from bringing his fingers to his mouth and wetting them to make it easier when he plunged two thick digits inside of you.

You immediately let out a pained cry at the intrusion, hips lifting from the bed as you squirmed around beneath him.

“Stop fucking moving,” he spat, gripping your inner thigh in a way you were sure would bruise as his two fingers curled and pulled down in your hole, forcing your hips back down, and your legs to spread for him.

Your struggle didn’t stop, despite the pain.

And neither did Rafe’s pursuit.

“I said hold still!”

A strong hand was suddenly at your throat, suppressing your airway and quieting your cries.

When you seemed to be scared into submission, Rafe released his grip on your throat in favor of your hip again.

“Calm down…I’m just bein’ fair,” he started, “you stuck your nose in my business, yeah?”

Readjusting so he was eye level with your glistening core now, Rafe’s pupils dialated as he stared down his target.

“Only fair I get to stick mine in yours, right?”

That was the only warning you got before Rafe’s tongue fully dipped into you, lapping away at your clit like a man starved as his fingers continued working inside of you.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips at the abrupt overstimulation and discomfort.

Rafe’s hand snaked up to your stomach, pressing down and mounting you further into the mattress.

He drew his face back slightly, and you sighed in relief at the momentary retreat of his tongue.

“Did that boyfriend of yours ever go down on you?”

Icy blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs. His fingers didn’t stop, now scissoring inside of you as you squirmed and whimpered.

“I might smack my bitch around…but she takes it everytime.”

More tears spilled over, but Rafe’s rant seemed to empower him. He even sat up a little taller, ego being fed.

“She knows she’ll never have anyone better than me. No one can make her come like Ican.”

The cruel words set your mental healing back years, reminding you of the same harsh insults you ex used to taunt you with.

“…and what about you, huh?”

As he said this, Rafe curled the pads of his fingers up into your sweet spot, smirking when your legs began to shake.

“Bet I can make you come so hard, you’ll let me smack you around too.”

Your back arched against your will as his tongue found your clit again, relentless with its lashings as he hummed into your core.

Rafe continued this until your moans couldn’t be suppressed, and you were teetering on the edge of your release.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured against your clit, eyes trained on you as his tongue moved more hastily now.

You let out a strangled cry as your high washed over you, unable to stop your legs from shaking and hips from bucking up.

Rafe finished you off, leaving you no choice but to let the band snap, your release dripping down right into the unfamiliar mouth.

The man licked you clean, pulling his fingers out and swiping around what arousal was leftover, coating your pulsating core.

His balls were heavy long before Rafe finished eating you out; dick rock hard when he finally sat up and repositioned himself in front of you.

The new position gave him better access to his pants, which he unfastened and dropped without a second though.

You watched as his cock sprang to life, slapping against his toned stomach, already leaking from the tip.

The sight had you squirming again; he was huge, and it only elicited more fear within you.

You were positive there was no way you could take such a large dick, no way the stranger could make himself inside of you.

Rafe propped himself up on his hands at your sides and lined his length up with your entrance in a haste.

He couldn’t hold off any longer, only rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds a couple of times before sliding into you abruptly.

His hard cock forced your walls to part for him, despite the way they tightened and screamed in protest.

You couldn’t help but let out your own scream, flares of pain shooting through you as your legs shook even more now.

Rafe’s hand was quick to slap over your mouth, muffling your sounds of distress and forcing your tears to roll around his palm.

The man quickly set a brutal pace, hips ramming down into yours unforgivingly.

The newfound pain between your legs was all you could focus on now; it rendered you unable to put up much of a fight anymore, feeling like you were literally being split in half.

“God you’re squeezing the fuck outta my cock already.” He sounded breathless, voice strained as he rutted into you, eyes rolling back and forth in his head.

“So…tell me,” Rafe eventually spoke up, words choppy as he lifted himself up onto just his knees, still fucking into you, “…your ex ever hit you while you were fucking?”

There was a different look in his eyes when he posed the question; they looked darker now, from what you could tell.

The question appalled you, and you’d just parted your lips to speak when your head suddenly whipped to the side in a violent manner.

The impact stunned you so much, it took you an embarassingly long time to register that you’d been slapped across the face.

Letting out a sob at the realization, you shrunk in on yourself as Rafe’s hips stalled for a second.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, eyes rolling back as the slap had you involuntarily clenching around him, “you like it, don’t you?”

His weight was transferred to his opposite hand and he struck the other side of your face next, shuddering when you clenched around him again.

“Squeezing my cock everytime I hit you.” He let out a chilling laugh, nodding to himself as embarassment washed over you.

“And here I almost bought your little ‘good samaritan’ act. But I see it now…”

Rafe scoffed, and you cried out at a particularly harsh thrust.

His lip curled inward as he drank in your reaction, “You like being roughed up, don’t you? You jealous of my girl? S’that what it is?”

He was taunting you, and you cursed yourself for your body’s response.

All you could do was whine and whimper and cry, pinned beneath your neighbor with no way of fighting back as he continued brutalizing your core.

“You wanna be my new girlfriend? Want it to be you with the fucked up shoulder next?” He grunted inbetween his words, “think that shit’s dislocated, yeah? I mean, you saw, right?”

His calm tone was menacing. You felt the hard length twitch inside of you as he spoke, almost as if he was getting off on thinking of such violent acts…

And he was.

Sneaking into your room with the intention of fucking you was moreso to level the playing field after you practically tried to get him arrested. You tried to take his girl away from him, to separate them, just like every other bad person in his life tried to do…

But there was pleasure in revenge, and Rafe was chasing it.

The more he thought about it, the more strength he exerted with each thrust, and the closer he got to his high that was building.

He had total control of you now, something Rafe craved in every aspect of his life. And the powerful feeling robbed him of any ability or desire to control himself…

A strong hand found its way to your throat again, clammy digits curling around the column and using the hold to drag your limp frame up and down his hard shaft on the mattress. Rafe couldn’t care less that you now struggled to breath under this new grip; he was simply focused on the way your perky tits bounced so beautifully beneath him.

The enticing sight had Rafe eagerly guiding his other hand to your chest, squeezing and fondling your tits.

When your nipples finally stood at attention, Rafe groaned, leaning down so his warm mouth could suction your sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around your nipple, and he rotated his hand and mouth between each one, the pace of his hips never faltering in the slightest.

The assault seemed neverending, until the man’s momentum finally slowed briefly, and you thought, you hoped Rafe might be close to finishing.

But to your dismay, it seemed Rafe only stalled so he could slide an arm under your waist, lifting your body from the mattress and therefore allowing his cock to dig into you at increased depths.

“God…so fuckin’ tight, so wet…thought you didn’t want this though, hmm?”

You knew he was just trying to get to you; it was a routine you’d pushed to the back of your mind, but could never completely wipe from your memory.

You couldn’t say anything back as your whimpers and whines of protest filled the air.

After what felt like a lifetime, you started to register the way Rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier and less pointed, his grunts and groans getting louder as he assumably reached his peak.

It was confirmed when you heard him practically whimper himself, followed by the feeling of warm ropes of liquid shooting up into you. You could do nothing to stop him from spilling his seed inside of you, coating your walls with the unwanted sticky substance.

By the time Rafe unsheathed his length, you couldn’t help but feel totally and utterly disgusted with yourself.

Though you were doomed from the start, never really standing a chance agajnst the bigger, stronger man; you couldn’t fend off the feelings of disappointment in yourself. Your body felt exhausted, and used. The ache between your legs only seemed to grow as you adjusted to the emptiness, quickly pressing your thighs together, trying to stop the unwanted pulsing of your clit.

You watched through tears as Rafe sat up straight, hovering over you as he fetched his belt from your headboard.

Your wrists were on fire when he tugged on the leather, freeing them from the painful constraints. You let your arms fall down at your sides, rubbing over the now irritated skin with your hands. 

You cringed at the sight of your shirt, now torn and in tatters as it hung loosely off your shoulders, ripped right down the middle.

The agressor was still straddling you, keeping you pinned beneath him as your body shook and your lip quivered.

The man acted like nothing out of the ordinary just happened as he manuevered his belt back around his waist, metal clanging together as he secured it in the front.

You couldn’t take your glossy eyes off of him, just staring up at the man who’d just violated you, digust and anguish evident on your face.

You flinched when Rafe cleared his throat, sinking further into the mattress when his gaze landed on you again.

“Better hope you didn’t fuck things up for me and my girl now,”

You could hear the animosity in his tone as Rafe spoke of the uncertain outcome.

A strong hand found your jaw, and yours immediately found the arm attached to it, nails threatening to dig into the flesh if he tried to take the action any further.

Rafe simply held your face firmly in place, pushing your head down into the mattress while his blue eyes darted all across your face.

“…cause if she doesn’t come back, I’ve got my replacement.”

oooh ok so i think something really fitting for dark luke would be him manipulating reader into joining kronos’ army and then reader realises that it’s wrong and tries to leave but he won’t let them (he perhaps might kidnap them just to keep them with him)🤭🤭🤭

Pairing: Dark Luke Castellan x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Minor Violence. 

Took me a long time to write it but here it is finally, so enjoy 😊

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“Y/N, c’mon. We gotta hurry up.” 

You remain silent, feet fixed on the floor, bothered by the troublesome tentacles of doubt and uneasiness that have started to round you up. 

You had always agreed with Luke’s perspective on the Gods. Comforted him when Luke’s anger and anguish got the best out of him. Supported him when he rambled about the imperative need to act, to defy the Gods.

You understood him.

You had your fair share of bitterness and hatred dedicated to your own mother, something that often led to crying yourself to sleep. 

You even helped him design the plan that made sure that Zeus’ Lightning Bolt was stolen without the fault falling on Luke. 

But now… now things feel different. It feels wrong. Very wrong.

You’re not sure what changed, but as you passively observe Luke hastily stuffing some of your clothes into a small bag, you realize you can't do this.

Because it means to betray the only place that ever felt like home. To turn your back on the people you called friends. 

“I can’t go with you.”

Your words come out in a low tone, barely above a whisper and Luke stops for a moment, hands dangerously clenching around a few shirts of yours.

You think he’s going to say something, but as quick as the moment comes, it also goes away and your boyfriend resorts to ignoring you. 

“The rest of your shirts won’t fit here.” he says, with a strained voice. “But it’s fine. We can get you more clothes when we get there.”

A shaky sigh comes from you before you can stop it.

“Luke, I’m not going with you.” 

Luke tenses up and you nervously gulp when he twists his neck to glare at you with a mix of impatience, anger and exasperation and shakes his head before returning his attention to the bag, zipping it close. 

“Luke-”

“You’re not ditching me. Now right now.” he snaps at you, turning to fully face you. “You promised me you were on my side. Hell, you even helped me begin this. And now you’re abandoning me, seriously?” 

You shake your head, reaching for his hand. He lets you hold it, despite the angry frown he has. 

“This isn’t right, Luke. We can’t just-”

“But you get it, right? You get why I’m - we - are doing this, right?” he tugs you closer by the hand, his other hand wrapping itself around your other hand’s wrist.

Pulling you so close that you can practically see the rageful emotions exploding in his eyes. 

“It’s for a good cause. All of this! We’re doing this to stop the Gods, stop them from always getting away with every shitty action of theirs.” 

You look at him, pure confliction itching your heart and mind and Luke seems to notice that. 

“We’re in this together, okay?” his eyes beg you to accept it, to accept him. To be his partner in crime. “You and me against the world. Having each other’s backs.”

But as much as you want to, it’s not something you can do. 

Luke’s face falls at the tears shining in your eyes - a clear synonym of your decision.

“I’m sorry, Luke. I really am.” 

For a moment, his jaw tenses up and you think Luke is gonna shout at you. That you’re no better than the Gods. That you too have betrayed him when he needs you the most. 

But he doesn’t. 

“So am I.” your brows squirm in confusion at his apologetic words and the only warning you get is a light squeeze of his palms on your hands. 

It happens so fast that you barely have time to react. 

He shoves you hard with one of his hands grabbing the back of your head, smashing your skull against the hard wall.

The pain is excruciating, stars exploding in your vision and you feel a strange numbness disseminating through your body. Your knees give up and you’d almost fall if Luke’s arms weren’t there to grab you, softly rocking you till your back meets the floor. 

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” his voice sounds distant, your brain slowly disconnecting as you lean towards the darkness,

“...but I can’t let you walk away from me.”

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SEBASTIAN STAN  "A Different Man" premiere at the 74th Berlinale International Film Festival