trigger warning â NSFW under the cut, slightly toxic relationship, toxic codependency, big big age gap (they're in their fifties, you're not), leon is a nasty old man and ada is a kinky old lady, also feet stuff because i saw this one video on twitter and immediately thought of ada
*me jolting down my ideas to the whiteboard office style* meeting ada and leon as their live-in chef slash housekeeper because they both can't cook for shit and decided to eat healthy food some time into their fifties while getting someone to do their housekeeping because their back can't do it anymore and then ended up as their 'third' but they treat you more like a house cat.
they call you their stay-at-home wife girlfriend and call your paycheck as 'allowance'. they say you're their lover but will choose the clothes you get to wear for the day. don't even think about driving anywhere if they're around because they'll be the one behind the wheel.
you cook for them and clean for them and takes care of the place while they're away on mission.
and if only one of them is away? you get to take care of the other.
with you, leon likes to be in control because with ada, he prefers ada to be in control. most of your time will be spent on your back or on your hands and knees. if he finds you wearing panties, he will cum inside it and make you wear it around the house and now you've stopped wearing it if only the two of you are around. gets touchy if he sees you food prepping on the kitchen counter which led to you being fucked senseless (also on the kitchen counter).
ada prefers to hear you. her fingers, her tongue, her strapâeven the neck of a wine bottle once. if she finds you holding back your voice, she'll put you across her lap and spank you until you're hoarse from crying. she wore a barely-see through stocking once and you complimented how sensual her legs looked. later in the evening, she made you kneel by her feet and played with your tits using them. she also made you ride it while eating her out. leon was very upset when he found out what he missed out on.
their demands don't stop when they're both away. leon would text you and ask a video to ride the giant teddy bear in the living room. ada video called and asked you to ride her strap on the bed.
strangely, they both seemed to find their decorum when the other one is around. you wondered if this is one of the many cases where a couple decided to get a third because they couldn't fulfill their kink with their significant other.
yet their occasional shared looks over your shoulder and predatory gaze they'd have while the other recalls your bonding activity tells you that it's only a matter of time before they both released their restraints upon you at once.
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Avery ends up killing D3rlord3 in the final confrontation, saving him from the mind meld but becoming the vessel he was destined to be.
Avery and The King fusion ends up making a new entity all together, instead of it being a complete KIY assimilation.
Memories, personality and desires are all melded into The Prince in Green. A being that still wishes to rule the world but opts to control it in an Avery-ish way. A more 'benevolent' type of total control.
Meanwhile Derek/D3rlord3 is quiete literally losing his mind from the corruption and out of guilt of his failure in saving Avery and protecting the world.
Something that The Prince cannot allow, snatching Derek up and forcefully linking them together to stop the complete collapse of the later's mind. Essentially making the knight their right hand man/pet for eternity.
Overall a mess of emotions on all sides as both know that this whole thing is not healthy, but at the same cannot let go of the other.
Dark-ish PLATONIC Moon Knight System (Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector) x Reader
Minors, do not interact
Authorâs Note: I'm so sorry for the delayyyyy I've had so many bad things happen all at once but I'm really trying I swear :,)
Description: While at the park with your mother, you find yourself whisked into newfound troubles. If only you had learned stranger danger sooner.
Type: New
Word Count: 1,266
Warnings: kidnapping, slight tension if you really stare
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Your little arms wouldnât stop flailing as Steven carried you up and out of the city park. It had been relatively easy to haul you off of your feet and tuck you under his right arm; both feats could be contributed to your absolute lack of self preservation coupled with a youthful knack for trusting anyone exuding even an ounce of overly sweet kindness.Â
But Steven Grantâs initial, sugary voice had faded fast, and you could tell as much while he insisted on keeping a brisk pace down the riverside bridge. Of course you were a child, and bound to be curious, bubbling with questions and finding it a monumental task to keep still for more than fifteen seconds. And Steven should have been grateful that you hadnât started screaming the moment he whisked you out from under the distracted gaze of your mother, but his nerves were already high strung and you were proving to irritate those nerves even further.Â
âPut me down! I can walk on my own! Whereâs my mama?â
Those light-up sneakers your mother must have fitted you with that morning flashed hues of blue and green each time you kicked out your legs. The soft blows to his thighs and side continued to add pressure to his near fractured patience.
 Sensing Steven was only a minute away from fumbling the budding relationship, Jake took it upon himself to relieve him. You were a child, and children, while far from simple, could always be defined by their impressionable quality.
âYou wanna know where your mama is?â Jake asked, now holding you with both of his hands out in front of him.Â
Your head bobbed up and down as you took in his new change in candor and his very peculiar habit of biting the inside of his cheek.Â
âWell, your mama is going on a real long vacation and she asked us to watch you while sheâs out.â
âBut mama didnât say anything about a vââ
Jake clicked his tongue and tucked you back under his arm, continuing the journey to the train station at a near-lackadaisical pace. âShe didnât mention anything because your mama forgot to. And isnât your mama very forgetful?â
Perhaps she was. On many occasions, your mother forgot to drop you off at school, left your packed lunch on the table, and even more frequently she managed to forget to arrange proper care for you on days when there were no classes to keep you occupied. So, it wasnât entirely out of the question for your mother to forget something as out of the blue as a vacation.Â
Jake could feel you let out a quick breath before your eyes flitted up to stare at him.Â
âBut where are we going?â You asked, trying to readjust his grip on your body.
Seeing as you had stopped thrashing in his arms so haphazardly, Jake took the risk of letting you walk on your own two feet, though, with his hand firmly grasping your own.Â
You could feel how the little bones in your hand all compressed together in the manâs grip, and you wondered if he had ever held another personâs hand in his life. Perhaps he had, but you doubted anyone genuinely enjoyed it.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
His head swiveled and craned downwards as he seemed to take a little too long to answer such a simple question, even dragging out the first word for a beat.Â
âMy name is JakeâŚâ
âOh. Is it short for Jacob? Where are we going? Why do you keep looking around?â
âStop that.â
Both ends of your mouth twisted with a sharp distaste at his curt insistence. âStop what?â
âAsking questions, talking in that voice, just stop.â
Jake had yet to raise his own voice with you, but he might as well have with the way you closed your mouth and kept your gaze fixed to the tops of your shoes. He could even feel the way your little hand curled up within his own hand, as if you were trying to avoid touching him as much as you could help it.Â
It was a tone you were well acquainted with. Whether it be your mother or the other children at school who found your personality too ill fitting for their liking, the tilt from tolerance to annoyance was all too familiar and you were cognizant enough to keep your mouth firmly shut as soon as you could recognize such a change in tone. Part of you wanted to pull away from him entirely. At least with your schoolmates and your own mother, you could predict what their reactions would be when you inevitably got on their nerves. But with Jake, or whoever this was, you couldnât quite use your intuition to predict anything at all.
As the two of you neared a more densely populated section of the city, you could feel him lightly tug on your hand.Â
âKeep your head down, kid.â He ordered, ensuring the CCTV cameras located around the East Station wouldnât pick up your facial features.Â
ThoughâŚhis voice sounded much more assured and without the rushed cadence you had grown used to in the brief time you had been together. His brow furrowed more, his grip on your hand became more lax, and that tension that had been coiling within you seemed to ease.
âWhy do you do that?â
You ventured to ask, hoping that he wouldnât find your questions to be a pain. And to your relief, he seemed much more forthcoming with his swift answer and without you even needing to elaborate.Â
âWellâŚthereâs three of us in here as you might have seen. I know you probably have a million questions, but Iâll make it simple for now, and maybe when weâre ready, we can tell you more. But Iâm Marc. Youâve already met Jake and I know Steven is itching to say hi again.â
Eyes fixed to the concrete, you were very carefully taking in each word from Marc.Â
âJake is a little meanâŚâ
âMean? Well he was just nervousâŚâ He explains half-heartedly before continuing. âBut thereâs three of us, and I donât really know how to explain thisâŚproperly. But whatâs important now is that weâre going to take care of you.â
With your mind working a mile a minute, your own gaze was somewhat glazed over and distant. His words make a bit of sense in the moment, but perhaps more importantly, he felt safe.
âDid you hear me?â Marc asked, jostling your little hand a bit. âI was calling your name a few times, kid.â
Coming out of your thoughtful stupor, you looked up. âHuh?â
An exasperated sigh trilled out of Marcâs throat and he scooped you up into his arms as he hastened his own pace.Â
âI donât trust that look on your face. Something tells me you like to wanderâŚ.â He grumbled, his expression going rigid for a moment as his arms shifted around to hold you more firmly without causing discomfort.Â
An exasperated, hurried father carrying along his child so they donât miss the commuter train to the other side of the district. That was what any potential eyewitness would have seen when asked about any potential sightings.Â
Completely ordinary, a snippet of authentic domestic life. Just a father and his child who appeared a little bleary eyed but in chipper spirits.Â
A child that could in no way, reasonably be the little one that had been plucked from a public park under the drifting watch of their mother, and whisked away into a carefully structured sense of obscurity.Â
I had an idea at like 2am so I donât know how well it will work but yan!lastlife!Grian? Outline: the reader is a red name and just trying to hide from everyone so they donât get killed. (Sorry if itâs not enough information)
So, đ anon. I may have gotten a little bit of of control. This may be a little (or a lot) darker than you wanted and I originally intended. So please read the content tags to see if it's okay first.
But we're going with it. If you read it, enjoy!
"I Found You"
Drabble
Contains: Yandere and Yandere typical behaviour, more horror elements, mentions of violence, canon typical death mention, angst
I do not encourage this type of relationship or behaviour in real life, if you or someone you know is in a relationship like in this fic or like any other yandere works I encourage you/them to seek help as they are not healthy behaviours.Stay safe friends.
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It had been chaos.
All it took was one slip.
One accident and your name changed from yellow to red.
You didn't know what was happening.
You remember the explosion, the fire, the smoke.
You remember him calling your name, looking for you.
But it was too late.
You didn't see your hearts ticking down.
You were scared.
The short fall only did a few hearts of damage.
You only had a few hearts left.
And then you had none.
You still are scared.
Even now, in the tree your hidden in.
You don't know where you are, where you spawned.
You're grateful for it, but you know he'll find you eventually.
He swore he would, his name had been red when the two of you met for the first time.
He almost took your yellow life, you begged him not to, and he spared you.
It had been a deal, he would spare you but you owed your life to him.
And when the time came you owed him your final life.
As time passed he protected you, cared for you.
Loved you.
He made sure no one could take your yellow life away.
But now that life is gone.
You're red now, like him.
Your deal no longer holds up.
The bond broken.
He'll come for you.
He is coming for you.
You hear his voice in the distance calling your name.
His voice is comforting, yet terrifying.
You know what will happen if he finds you.
You have no way to protect yourself.
Ensuring you're secure in the branches of the tree, and surrounded by leaves, you're careful not to move.
His voice gets louder and louder as he presumably draws closer to where you hide.
As do your breaths, the sound of your heartbeat.
They're all you can hear other than his voice.
You stay as still at you can, catching sight of the familiar red jumper through the leaves.
"Y/n!" He calls again. "I know you're out here somewhere!"
You try not to cry, try not to even let out a loud breath as he walks by the tree.
You're scared.
So so scared.
You see his feet, the bottom half of his legs.
You see the axe head glinting in the sunlight.
You hope he doesn't see you.
"I will find you." He says to himself, finally walking past the tree.
Still you don't dare move.
Hearing his footsteps get quieter is reassuring.
He didn't see you, didn't hear you.
He didn't know you were there.
The leaves of the tree rustle gently in the wind, you're able to focus on the sound rather than the sound of your fear.
The leaves rustle again, almost more violently than the first time.
And again, even more so.
Then the tree starts to lean, you start to worry.
Trees don't usually move so much.
Then you hear a crack, a creak, and the tree starts to fall.
You're frozen in fear, falling having been how you lost your last life.
Sure enough you take a few hearts of damage, this time left alive.
You're not given time to process, to think, no.
The sunlight blinds you temporarily, before a shadow falls over you.
His laugh shakes you to your core, eyes staring into you.
"You really thought you could hide from me? Oh, love. You do know how to make me laugh." His face is suddenly serious, as is his tone of voice.
You can't find the words to respond as he pulls you out from the leaves, standing you in front of him.
Your heart pounds as he reaches for his axe, you know what's coming now.
The deal you had made prior has ended.
It's over.
The two of you are over.
And he knows that.
Now he can take what he was going to in the first place, everything the two of you had lost with your yellow life.
He grins a twisted grin, eyes flashing red.
Then his face falls serious again as he raises the axe to look at it.
It shines bright, blade clearly sharpened since the last time you saw it.
Suddenly he reaches out with his free hand, taking you by the arm and pulling you close to him.
"I found you, Y/n, love of my life." Grian says, "I found you and I'm never going to lose you again."
"It would be the perfect end to her night if the asshole in the black turtleneck decided to press charges."
And turtleneck looks like he might, with the dark glower heâs sending her way; a massive monolith of a man, sable mane brushing his wide shoulders, face somewhere between a rock wall and a rose garden, dark hawk eyes narrowed as he speaks in hushed tones with the police officer whoâd shown up after sheâd unknowingly tripped the silent alarm.
But he doesnât; the officer tips his hat at turtleneck, eases himself back into the patrol car, and disappears into the night⌠and turtleneck approaches her, seated on the living room settee where heâd deposited her after catching her red-handed, literally, one fisted hand full of the rubies sheâd been sent to steal still inside his bedroom safe.
As if this night wasnât already fucked, as if it wasnât bad enough that sheâd been blackmailed into burglarizing this menacingly handsome manâs massive estate, and been so terrible at it sheâd gotten caughtâ his lips twitch, those keen eyes narrow, and in a deep, throaty rumble, he says, âTold âem you were drunk, forgot to key in the code after you stumbled in from the club.â
âWhy?â
âBecause,â and here he pauses, plunking himself down next to her on the settee, close enough that he can swing one heavy arm around her shoulders and pull her in close, eyes shining with something Rey thinks might be anticipation, ânow youâre in my debtâand you can start making good on that debt right now, sweetheart, with a fucking explanation.â
hello anon and THANK YOU for the challenging prompt! iâll be honest i donât really know if this is the best i couldâve done with your setup but i struggled a bit on where to take it, and wrote a couple different stories before settling on something kind of neo-noir and dark. iâm sorry if it is disappointing, and i really DID appreciate the challenge, so thank you!! (also, here is a list of just a few things i know nothing about: silent alarms, rubies, the value of rubies and if theyâre even worth stealing, the difference between a settee and a couch/sofa besides the fact that one sounds more expensive) okay hope you like this đ¤
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Jaxan's foot slipped on something wet, and he staggered, catching himself against the smoldering remains of an abandoned speeder. The bodies of the soldiers who had staffed the remote listening post were strewn about, their untidy sprawls resembling marionette dolls with their strings cut rather than real people to the young Jedi's shocked gaze. Several of them looked as if they'd been crawling when they had been killed, and the stink of lightsaber burned flesh was inescapable.
Many of the wounds seemed as if they had been deliberately inflicted to maximize pain, and Jax felt bile rise in response, burning his throat and nose as he tried to seek calm; to prevent his stomach from rebelling at the obvious and sickening proof of the torture that had been inflicted on the Republic men and women filling the courtyard.
He walked carefully through the debris, avoiding chunks of twisted metal and the heat of burning, decimated buildings, his eyes taking in the blaster marks on the sides of walls and vehicles. It all looked strangely familiar to him. The damage â it reminded him of other battles, far away. Bending down, Jaxan turned one of the soldiers over. The saber blade had gone into the body through the man's lower back, and out his stomach, but instead of stopping there, it had left a furrow in the ground as well, cutting upwards in a violent upward curve that ended in the upper center of his chest. The still-smoking wound smelled horrible from this range, and the Jedi turned away, gagging, letting the soldier's corpse slip from his gloved hand.
âYou shouldn't have come here.â The man's voice was cold, devoid of anything but a predatory anticipation that Jaxan could feel to his toes as he forced himself to his feet, turning to face the source. A black-clad figure emerged from the shadows beside one of the broken walls, walking towards him with a double-bladed lightsaber in one hand. The deep hood concealed most of the Sith's face, but his mouth and jaw were visible, the skin red and black, the lips curved in a lazy, familiar smile.
A smile that he knew all too well. A smile that he loved.
âLyo...â Jaxan whispered, unable to stop himself from taking a step forward. His own saber dipped, lowering from a guard position into a less threatening cross-body stance that he knew would not protect him if the Zabrak Inquisitor truly intended to attack him. Despite the obvious evidence around him, he couldn't bring himself to see Lyorek as a threat, even now. âWhy would you do this?â
The crimson blades retracted with a hiss, and Lyorek transferred the hilt to his left hand. His footsteps were nearly silent even on the broken stone and rough ground, and he didn't hesitate as he approached Jaxan boldly. An unfamiliar chill of foreboding licked up Jax's spine, and he took a slow step back, and then another, forcing the Sith to follow him. Lyorek's bright eyes fixed on Jaxan's face, a dangerous look of sated pleasure filling his gaze a she looked the Jedi over slowly before closing the final distance between them. Pinned against another crumbling wall, Jaxan quivered as Lyorek's right hand came up, the gloved fingers gripping his chin and jaw lightly and tilting his face upwards until his eyes had no choice but to meet the Sith's.
Leaning forward, Lyorek's silk hood brushed against Jax's mouth and jaw, his own lips touching the taller Jedi's ear in a parody of a lover's teasing caress. âYou left me,â he growled, and Jaxan stiffened in sudden comprehension. Fear washed over him as the fingers tightened, the sharp nails beneath the gloves biting abruptly into his skin. âYou said you would come back, Jaxan. You said that you loved me. You -lied-.â
Jaxan struggled in Lyorek's grasp, trying to twist free, feeling something press against him with exacting care. The snarl of an igniting lightsaber blade sounded, and Jaxan grabbed Lyo's arms, feeling the muscles flex under his hands as the Sith forced the blade downwards through his body, and then drew it out. Lyorek pulled away from Jaxan's weakening fingers with obvious disdain, stepping back.Â
âNo.. Lyo. I would never do that. I would never.. have left you.â Â Had he? He couldn't remember. His trip to Coruscant, his visit with his Master, Kallyn; he recalled those things clearly. The trip back to Odessen, though, was foggy. It must have happened. Why couldn't he think of it now? Jaxan coughed, the pain excruciating, and sank to his knees on the ground. He could see Lyorek staring at him from a short distance away, the face of his former lover twisted with hatred and rage, lit by the bloody glow of the crimson lightsaber in his hands.
It was the last thing he saw as the darkness reached up to take him.
His throat hurt. It was an incongruous thought, but one that grounded him, and Jaxan realized slowly that he had been shouting. Kallyn's worried face swam into focus, her bright green eyes troubled and her hands gripping his.
âIt was a dream, Jaxan. Take a deep breath, just try to calm yourself.â Kallyn's voice was shaking, despite her attempt to soothe him, and he knew whatever he'd been saying in his dream had been enough to make her very uneasy. âEverything is fine. You're safe.â
Jaxan leaned back against the pillow, his simple bed suddenly feeling strange to him. The sheets were too rough, coarsely woven, and it was small, narrow and lacking in comfort. He pulled his hands from Kallyn's, fingers brushing over the sheets, knotting in them. Twisting the fabric in his hands, he frowned helplessly, the images from the dream lingering unpleasantly in his thoughts.
âTake some time to think, to be rational,â Kallyn said abruptly, her voice curt, âbefore you run back to your Sith. You haven't been here very long, Jaxan.â She inhaled slowly, and he could almost see the flicker of temper leave her lips with the breath she released a moment later. Her tone gentled, and he saw shame and guilt in her eyes when she glanced at him. âIt was only a dream. None of what you saw has happened. None of it may ever happen.â
Jaxan made himself nod for her benefit, but something about the dream felt uncomfortably real, and he couldn't shake the disquiet in his mind. âI'm sorry for waking you, Master Kallyn.â He settled back into the bed, and after a moment, Kallyn rose, her fingers brushing his arm in a brief, reassuring touch. âI'm sure it'll be forgotten by morning.â
âI hope so. Jaxan, I wouldn't have asked you here if I thought... if I thought it was the wrong path for you. My only intention was to spend some time with you and make certain you still feel that you are in the right place. That your decision was the correct one.â Kallyn hesitated, as if she wanted to say more to him. But after a moment, she turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door behind her. Â
Rolling onto his side, Jaxan gripped the wrinkled sheet in one hand, remembering the touch of expensive cloth against his cheek and the brush of Lyorek's lips against his ear. The beloved voice, saturated with rage, whispering You lied. Perhaps Kallyn was right, and it was nothing but a bad dream, with no deeper meaning or import for the future. He fervently wanted to believe it. Even so, lying awake in the dark room without the accustomed comfort of Lyo's warm body beside him, Jaxan found himself terribly afraid to go back to sleep.
So, for following, have a short snippet of one of the many wips I have.
Itâs the Yandere!Katsuki x Yandere!Izuku one~
also, @brown-rice, @jwysw
Izukuâs earliest memory is looking up to a freckled face to say goodbye. He remembers feeling his mumâs hand on his wrist, gently moving it to wave.
He doesnât understand her tears later that night, nor does he understand why she spends a good hour apologising to him. Did Izuku do something?
âIâm so sorry you have to see me like this, Izu-chan,â she says as she wipes her eyes. Her voice sounds like broken glass and her eyes shine with something. Izuku doesnât understand it. âWe have to be strong and keep on smiling for your father, okay?â
âOkay,â Izuku answers, because itâs the only thing that felt right to say.
She gathers him up in her arms and kisses his forehead. âIâll make your favourite.â
Izuku likes Katsudon and doesnât question why. He sleeps peacefully that night.
The playground is small and there are too many children there for Izukuâs liking. He doesnât beg his mother to go home.
He hides behind his motherâs skirt when she approaches another woman with her kid, both of them with wheat blonde hair and red eyes.
The blond boy is scowling, yet their eyes meet, and the gaze holds.
There is something strange in Izukuâs chest. It made it feel bigger and light, strange flutters crowding inside his stomach.
Izuku doesnât know if itâs a good thing or a bad thing. All he knows is that at a glance, this boy made him feel like this.
âHello Katsuki-kun, itâs been a while.â His mum bends down to meet the boyâs eyes. âI hope you and Izu-chan still remember each other.â
Theyâve met before?
âWhy donât you brats play while me and your Auntie catch up.â Izuku tilted his head, curious at the womanâs tone. He never heard his mum raise her voice. Ever.
âShut up, old hag.â The blondeâs voice had an undercurrent of⌠something. His red eyes never left Izuku at all. âCome on, Izuku, you better hope they still have the sandbox there.â
So⌠they have met, then?
Strange. Then again, his mum did say they were gone for some time.
âKazu - Kaz - Kachu - Kacchan,â Izuku trips over Katsukiâs name, frowning a little he couldnât say it perfectly. A flash of blond hair and red eyes lights up in his head, he hears something like crying. Izuku finds himself back in the present when he feels a hand with surprising strength gripping his.
Izuku smiles as the blond pulls him away from their mothers, his skin burns where Katsuki holds him.