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Mr. Blue

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Good gone bad | Coriolanus Snow

pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x female!reader

movie: Hunger Games: The ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

warnings: dark!character, smut

word count: 3,8k

summary: You are childhood friends and very close with him. When his behaviour starts to change for the worse, you try your best to hold on to his real-self.

a/n: I adored Snow the first half an hour, because he was a gentleman and cared so much! Then his character became dark, obsessive and murderous and it really was a game changer...but I definitely want to read the book, so I can describe his character in my following stories better!

part 2 here

"I will call my new discovery just like you, Mr. Snow. The best student and the future of this world. No one will stand in your way, when the blizzard blows over the people. And because it will work so well for your little infatuation, it will function for every other naive creature too."

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"Coryo!" I shot his name across the hallway, when I see his blonde locks, ignoring the looks from my classmates around me. At the sound of my voice, his head turns in my direction and I run faster towards his figure. As soon as I catch up with him, I meet his curious eyes and look further down to his smiling lips.

"Good morning to you too. Let me guess, you have something really important to announce or are just very happy to see me." Holding the door open for me, I try to catch my breath, wanting to ignore the lovely tone of his voice and the way he looks so outstanding beautiful.

"Well, both, but I heard some gossip about the upcoming ceremony tomorrow. Details who is gonna get the scholarship." Now, while entering the room, I have his full attention.

When I heard about the changes, that were made I immediately searched for him, clearly knowing how much he was ready to sacrifice for this academic possibility.

As he stops walking and places his hands on my shoulders, stopping me in my foodsteps and searching my gaze, I feel my pounding heart.

God forbid this man to look at me this way.

As I try to avoid his intense glare, his hands gently move to my cheeks to focus my eyes on him. I feel myself blushing, fiddling with the rings, that are attached to my fingers.

"No time for jokes, please. What do you know?" I clear my voice, trying to ignore our close gap or the way his curls lay on his forehead and how his skin shines beautifully in the light- No, wait. Not good. We're just friends. I don´t like him that way. Nope.

"I- uh, so please don´t freak out on me, but rumor says it's not up to the student with the best grades to get the scholarship..." I watch his posture straighten, see the how his facial expression turns blank and the irritated change in his mood. And I promise you, it´s not good.

When he lets go of me to strike forward, I try to hold him back. "Wait- you are angry and disappointed, so talk to me first before you let your emotions out on the others, okay?" I catch his left hand and hear his upset breathing.

"It's just- you know, more than anyone, that I deserve this scholarship the most! And now the only possibility to help my family and to become successful are at risks, because someone decided to change the rules? God, I worked my ass off to be the one they choose and now I'll probably get laughed at, cause I didnt get it!" I nod, trying to calm him down by listening to his outburst.

"You do deserve it, I know that. But you still have the chance to stand out more than the others. You are intelligent and brave, very ambitious and you care a lot. Not only for your family and friends, but for everyone. You are the best candidate and if they don´t choose you, then it is the wrong decision. Because they need someone like you. Just like I need you, believe me." I hold his hand close to my heart, trying to convince him of his abilities and his good heart, to show him that he deserves every recognition he gets.

And it works, because he relaxes slightly and after another second passes, I feel myself being embraced in a tight hug. His hand holds the back of my head and I hear his quiet "thank you".

"Always, blue. I am here for you." His lips linger for a second on my forehead, the kiss leaves me feeling warm and in love.

Even if I try to deny it.

"It's been a while, since you called me that nickname." I look in his eyes, when he pulls back. Admiring the shining blue that follows my dreams.

I only smile at him, shrugging when we have a normal distance between us, that helps me to concentrate again.

"It slipped out, I guess. But you are right, the last time I called you that, we were in primary school. How fast the time goes." Nodding we gently smile at each other and I clear my throat, when I get more and more enchanted to him.

We have known each other for so long, but nothing has changed about us.

Expect my feelings for him. They seem to never go away.

So, when I step forward and his eyes follow me, I start to walk to class again.

"Come on, we're being late. The greatest student of all time does not come late." He shakes his head, smiling at me and when I feel for a moment that something is different between us, I brush it off.

When he's finally catching up with me, I order my thoughts.

Don't fall in love with him.

Pretend, you didnt fall in love with him.

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I am good at pretending, really. It normally helps me to focus on the important things in my life, for example school, my grades, studying and getting accepted by a college. Did I mention, my academic success needs to be excellent?

But now, the only thing I can concentrate on is him. And I can hardly pretend, not for much longer, that I am not in love with him.

Because his life is in danger, now that the Hunger Games have started and he is the mentor of the tribute of district 12, a girl named Lucy Gray, everything is different.

He is different.

I know him long enough, that I see how much he cares for her. And because I'm good at pretending, I can see right through his actions.

He maybe likes the girl, but even though he tries to hide it, he cares more that he is the victor in the end.

And that is something that I find quite odd. I mean, he always wants to win, wants to be the best and on top or ahead of everyone. But he was always fair, human and supportive.

But his behavior changed as the days passed. Of course, it's obvious that the violence and torment that the game brings with changes you. More for the worse, than the better.

But it's not only the pressure he is under or the tension that he feels, because he needs the girl to win. It's something different and I notice that none of this is doing him any good. Especially for his heart.

Because he is being distant, he talks less, smiles less, is acting like a person I don´t even know anymore.

And it scares me, it hurts to see him losing himself in the process of being successful.

The last time we talked, he said something to me that left me awake all night, thinking about the decisions and sacrifices he has to make to achieve his goal.

He said: "I will become president and when I am on top, the world will be as cold as the snow in the winter. Nobody will oppose me."

It scared me. He scared me.

And maybe it was the change of his behavior or the cold look in his eyes, with which he looked at everyone or maybe it was because I started to fear him, that I distanced myself from him.

And even though I thought, he wouldnt notice, he did.

And it made everything complicated.

He tried to approach me, talking and joking like we always did, but it wasnt the same. Because he wasnt the same. Even though the color of his eyes was still as bright as the sun, the way he looked at me hid something that was as dark as the night.

I didnt know how I felt anymore.

Because when fear is equal to love, do I fear him then?

I guess I did and it made me sick in the stomach. He lied, he betrayed, he murdered, he did things, I would hate anyone for.

He did things for that I started to hate myself, because I couldnt hate him. Not when he really was the victim in this cruel world, even when he presented himself as the victor.

But for me, he didnt win. Because he rather lost something.

My trust for him.

And that made him angry, so much that he started to manipulate his way into my life again, when I decided that I didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

At first it would be small things. He continued opening the door for me, even though I didnt walk to class with him anymore.

He always saved me a seat next to him, although I decided to sit somewhere else. Then he started bribing the teachers, so that I had to do my assignments with him, he started showing up by almost every place I would go to.

He would give me roses that I wouldn't accept or visited me at work, always with a smile on his face. But I could tell it wasn't real.

He wasn't his real-self after all. He pretended to be someone else and I couldnt trust this new version of him.

He cut his hair short, nowadays wears expensive and neat clothes, always speaks in a formal voice and does polite gestures.

Small smiles, fake laughs, adoring looks which he uses to hide his real intentions behind a facade.

He enchanted the whole world.

But his magic didn't work on me and he became more and more aware of it as the days went by and I continued to ignore him.

And then, on one evening he visited my dorm and before I could close the door, he stood in my apartment and said something, I will forever keep in mind. His presence began to feel like a short movie, captivating me with each encounter.

"I know that you don't like the way things are now. But I am doing this to maintain peace, to keep the people in the place they belong. And I want you to know, that you just need to understand my actions and start to trust me again."

As he spoke, he started to walk towards me, looking me in the eyes, trying to convince me. I had no way out, all I could do was to back up until I hit the wall and he was standing right in front of me. Starring at me, like I needed to be on his side.

I tried to avoid his gaze and the deep blue that somehow always successfully convinced me. Until now.

"Please look at me, I´m telling you the truth. You know me, I´m still the same guy. Why don´t you believe me?" His hands brush my cheeks, roughly holding my face in his hands to keep my eyes on him.

It wasnt new to me that he loved to manipulate. I overheard some of his lies, the hidden betrayal of his own best friend and I couldnt be sure, that he wouldnt do the same to me too.

The only thing I knew was that his striving for power was taking over his being and I seemed powerless to do anything against it.

"I can´t trust you anymore, Coryo. You are acting different and all the things you did-" his face gets closer to me and my heartbeat becomes faster the less distance there is between our faces.

I can´t deny it.

He looks so beautiful.

Even though I want to talk, he leaves me speechless. As if the cold blue of his eyes froze me into a stature, that can only listen to him.

"Everything I did was for you. I know you love me, always have and always will. But you don't admit it to yourself, you don't want to admit it. I know how you feel for me, sweetheart and you have no reason to stop loving me now."

His words are like magic, his eyes like a hallucination, that everything is fine. His hands so warm and familiar that it's hard for me to remember the bad things he did.

That he's trying so hard to make me forget about.

His fingers move around my neck, his body comes closer to me until we touch, until I can only see him and only he matters.

His face is so close to mine and my eyes flutter - out of fear or anticipation, I don´t really know - until I feel his breathing on my ear.

"If you just let me make you remember the old time. Everything we did, the fun we had, how much we trusted each other. How much I still care and appreciate you. Stop thinking and let yourself feel."

His lips touch my skin and I have to suppress a whimper. I can breathe in his scent, his hands around me confuse my thoughts. My dreams from back then, imagining being able to have him, love him and touch him - they make me insecure about my decisions.

I wanted him for such a long time, that it now seems impossible for me to actually call him mine.

But coming to my senses, realising he is no longer the sweet gentleman I fell in love with, I want to stop him, by holding my hands out to push him back. However his hands react quickly and enclose mine with a firm grip to press them against the wall.

"No, listen to me. I never told you, but I heard you dreaming about me once. You whispered my name, like your heart longed for me, in a way you would never be able to truly understand your feelings for me. Like I am the god you pray for and I promise you, if you would just let me, I would fulfill your every wish. Because, together, you and me, we can become holy in our own, untouchable way. "

When I try to shake my head, his hands change so that one of them is holding both of my hands and the other one is grabbing my face.

"Don´t fight against me, darling. It wont work. You know it, I always win."

And as his hands hold my chin and I can hear my loud heartbeat, his lips meet mine in a wild kiss, clearly showing me the control he has over me.

And it's addicting, but so so dangerous.

His lips are soft against my own and he roughly kisses me, like he's the devil trying to steal my soul.

His body feels warm against my own and I'm weak for a moment, gently kissing him back, enjoying the way he smiles at my reaction.

His kisses becomes more heated, his hands are roaming over my nightgown and his fingers caress the exposed skin. Everything feels too good to be true.

But I can´t let myself enjoy this, I need to focus.

"No- Coryo. We cant-" I try to studder, breaking the kiss and hating the way he makes me feel. Because I feel so good, like only he can make me feel this way.

When I interrupt our kiss and while I try to assert myself against him, I notice his anger becoming more and more obvious.

"What I do is only to make you happy, why dont you understand? I want to see you happy and because of that, I have to do certain things. Just like now." His intense gaze is focused on me.

Without being able to do anything, I suddenly feel a liquid on my skin, that first makes me shiver because of the cold, but in the next second, I feel as hot as if I was standing in the desert and would be dying of thirst.

His touch begins to feel like the only solution and I want more. So, I lean into his touch and literally melt against his body as his lips brush mine.

"Fascinating, as Dr. Gaul said. It becomes one with the skin and intoxicates the senses." He whispers, but I can't figure out what he means by that. The only thing I can concentrate on is him. Why was I here again?

"You need me. You said it yourself, I'm here to remind you." His voice is quiet and I feel my thoughts dissolving. Only the sight of him remains in my head.

His look, those beautiful blue eyes, they distract me and I can´t ignore the desire that his lips are about to meet mine again. We're just centimeters apart and even if I try to stop it, my emotions change. I stop thinking about all the things he did.

Instead, all I can think about is his touch, his lips. And now that I know the ghost of his touch, I wouldn't want anything else.

So, I lean myself forward and kiss him.

It feels like my insides burns with desire, something that is so indescribable, that I don't even know, if I'm capable of feeling this love for too long.

My hands move to his shoulders and to his head, but my control is quickly suppressed as he pushes me back against the wall. So that I almost can't move.

His fingers lift my chin up, I see him grinning smugly at me in triumph.

"Good girl, you only need to listen to me. No one else." And I want to believe him so much, that I suddenly want to forget my doubts.

So, I let him make me forget. His hands roam my body, freeing me from my clothes and holding me where he wants me.

And I let him because I remember that I always wanted him to have his way with me. And when I look at his face, I no longer differentiate. For me, only my Coryo exists.

I close my eyes and lose myself in these sensations, the heat of his words and his actions.

His lips are soft, his kisses leave me with an unknown want and I can't do anything other than just take everything he gives me.

When he strips me out of my pants and unbottons my blouse, he lifts me up against the wall. His hips are pressed against my waist and his kisses travel from my lips down to my chest.

"Everything I do is for you." His words sound familiar.

"You will never doubt me again, I promise you. I'll make sure of that. From now on, you will feel this good forever. Because of me, you hear me? Only because of me, always me." His words cover me like a veil, but I'm unable to process them. My head is so empty and just like he said, I only feel.

I've never not thought about nothing and even if it should unnerve me, I can't even remember to be bothered about it.

As my hands try to move further down to his back and my nails leave marks on his back, his hand squeezes my neck like a warning.

"I am in control, you do as I say. Now take off my pants, so I can fuck you until you believe in me again." I can't think straight, when his hands are undressing me, cupping my breasts and turning me on in a way, I only want to be here with him.

As soon as my hands undress him and his pants are pulled down, he tears my panties apart, meeting my lips in a wanting kiss.

I feel one of his fingers slipping through my wet folds, pumping roughly two fingers inside me. My mouth opens and moans escape me, while I hold myself onto his shoulders.

"You needed to play hard to get, huh? Look who is at my mercy now." My body is still pressed against the wall and as my eyes close on their own, I suddenly feel his tip at my entrance.

And when I want to protest, he places his hand on my mouth to keep me quiet.

"No talking back to me. If you don't listen, I will make you." He pushes himself into me and I feel every vein as his hands direct mine against the wall behind me.

When he starts fucking me, I'm sure I'll pass out.

"C-cant take- too big, please" I dont even know how to speak properly anymore. His hands hold me tight and his thrusts are so brutal, that I barely have enough concentration to breathe.

"What did you say? You want to please me? Then shut your mouth and let me use you." With every harsh thrust, I feel my muscles become more and more relaxed and only he is holding me up now. I can't concentrate on anything else other than him inside me.

My thoughts begin to only focus on being good for him.

I feel like my soul is leaving my body. All I can hear is the dull clapping of our bodies, my loud moans and his heavy breathing.

As he buries his head in the crook of my neck, I softly whimper his name.

I feel how he tenses, when he react to me calling his nickname. His eyes shift to me and suddenly he lets go of my arms and I put them around his shoulders without hesitation. The position now is much more intimate and I scratch his back as his thrusts become even deeper and harder.

I hear his heavy breathing and feel his arms wrap around mine too.

"Tell me you want me." His voice is menacingly quiet. When I don't answer, too focused on his hips thrusting into me, he lets go of the wall and lays me on my bed.

"Fine, I will make you say it then." He sits down and pulls me onto his lap with my back to him, sliding his cock into me again. I moan so loudly, that I notice him grinning contentedly against my shoulder.

"You like that? Good, everyone will know how me you like me, when I'm done with you." His hand directs me so his chest touches my back and one of his hands moves to wrap around my neck.

"You will get used to doing what I want and you will do it, because you want to. You hear me? You won't stay away from me anymore, you belong to me. Everything you do is for me and only me." My thoughts are so confused, I can't think straight anymore. All I know is that I have never felt so good and that he is the reason for my pleasure.

"But I fucked you dumb so it seems. Pretty, little thing. You are like my personal doll, that I can use as I please. This turns me on even more than I would have thought." He pushes me further down on him, making me bounce until that one special spot in me is abused over and over again. And all I can utter are useless words and loud moans.

"B-blue" I hear him chuckle darkly in response.

I'm no longer certain, that I'm even laying in the arms of the person I once loved so much.

"You should have let me fucked you much sooner. It would have destroyed any resistance you had towards me. Just like now and just like I wanted." His voice whispers in my ear and my head leans against his shoulders, my mouth opens and I feel every inch of him inside me.

His hand strokes the skin, where my heart lays and I feel his lips brush against my ear.

"If this heart ever beats for anyone else other than me, everyone in this world will die and I won't be afraid to tell you that it is entirely your fault."

I collapse in his arms, when I come, going completely limp and vulnerable, unable to move. This time I only seem to be physically present.

His arms wrap around me and he let me sink onto him again, then I hear his voice whispering promises into the dark room.

"You cant ever escape me. I will always find you and I will always get you."

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Stray ❝part two❞

♡ Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader/Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky takes shelter in your house, waiting for the storm to pass. He notices something a little off about you.

♡ Warnings: hinted dark themes, light angst, fluff

Part 3

“Okay, just for tonight.” He agreed.

Even though you had opened your home to him, letting him know he was allowed anywhere he pleased, besides your room, he made himself comfortable outside on the front porch. Attempting to take up as little room as possible, deciding to camp out in the corner.

You had offered to help him set his arm back in place, but he immediately grew tense and shook his head violently fast.

Note to self: He doesn't like to be touched?

You felt bad watching him grimace as he moved around, trying to make himself comfortable. But you had to respect his space. If for some reason he didn't feel his arm should be set, them so be it.

You watched him from the window, not feeling like you were doing enough. You felt overwhelmed suddenly at having a guest, wanting to care for their every need. Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to let him be, and busy yourself with the multiple tasks throughout the house.

Just for tonight.

His words rung in your head, and you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling sad that he’d only be here a short time.

“It’s fine…” You mumbled to yourself, unaware that Bucky could hear your distant voice through the window.

Bucky didn’t know what to think of you, he was confused and cautious around you. Despite your kindness, he thought it was too good to be true. He was used to mistreatment and harsh environments, it was his normal for a long time.

Now he feels he has whiplash from how different things are. He was used to the cold, dark cells of HYDRA. Normalizing the guard’s treatment towards him, how he had been manipulated into thinking he deserved it.

But now he sits on a rustic front porch of a charming ranch house, in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Patches of flowers covered large sections of the fields, the vibrancy of all the colors overwhelming to him. Although his environment was extremely different than what he’s used to, it was you that had him lost for words.

For so long he only ever knew pain, and the sudden change of character was discombobulating.

How could you be so caring towards him? Did you know what he’s done? We’re you secretly scared and just not showing it?

He didn’t think it was possible to find such a sweet soul after all he’s experienced, he truly believed he’d be surrounded by the abuse forever. But you showed up, offering food, water, clothes, even shelter, and he still didn’t believe any of this was real. He didn’t believe you were real.

God, he wished— hoped it all was.

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The storm had rolled in several minutes ago, the ranch now shadowed in darkness, harsh winds jingling the wind chimes. Bucky found the storm to be scary but breathtaking, watching the streaks of lightning paint the sky in beautiful designs. The wind felt cool and dried his clammy skin, relaxing him in a state of calm that he had forgotten he craved. Waves of rain would blow into the front porch with violent gusts of wind, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was relaxed, and he feared if he moved an inch, he’d lose the calm.

He was perfectly content in his corner, not caring to even attempt to sleep.

That was until he heard a loud thud from inside the house, causing his body to tense up, fearing that HYDRA had found him.

Meanwhile, you were exhausted and frustrated, throwing things around in the basement. You had thrown the shovel down, not caring that you’d hit the furnace, causing the loud thud to echo the walls.

Glancing down to the dirtied sheet, you felt conflicted. How could one feel relief and guilt so strongly at once? Your eyes watered, your stare not breaking, your mind clouded once again with faces. Ones that felt familiar, but the harder you looked, you felt you couldn’t recognize them at all.

“Am I sorry?”

You whispered out to no one, the concrete walls of the basement making you feel claustrophobic. You couldn’t stomach the sight before you anymore, and turned and ran up the stairs, slamming and sealing the door of the basement.

Clicking the last lock in place, you pushed away from the door, backing up with slow steps, eyeing the door as if it would open itself. Afraid that you’d see the faces striding up the stairs, eyes red with rage.

“Not real.”

You whispered to yourself, in attempt to ground yourself from all the noise in your mind. You backed up more and more, eyes burning from the lack of moisture, but you felt terrified to blink.

Suddenly your back hit a solid mass of muscle, and you shrieked jumping back towards the basement door, fears forgotten as you turned towards the intruder.

Your eyes locked with the man’s fear blown orbs, and you instantly softened your gaze, in shame that you’d startled him.

“I-I’m sorry, you scared me I… I didn’t hear you come in.” You told him, trying to catch your breath.

Bucky had crept into the house, the wonder if you were okay lingering in the back of his mind, and he was concerned to find you creeping away from a door, unaware of his presence. You whispered something, he assumes to yourself—considering you didn’t know he was there, and he felt uneasy.

Something about the way you spoke when you thought no one was present, he was able to get a glimpse of your true self. But it disturbed him when your voice sounded so dull, empty of life. You had so far portrayed yourself as helpful and cheery, and this change in demeanor had him confused.

“Are you okay? Did you need something?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

You were suddenly aware that he had come inside the house.

“I heard a noise.” He spoke, keeping his voice particularly quiet.

He watched your eyes flash from confusion to realization, watching you swallow nervously and glance back at the door.

“Oh…Uh I just dropped something downstairs, no biggie.” You waved him off, relaxing your shoulders and taking a deep breath to get yourself together.

Bucky tilted his head slightly, trying to get a look at the door behind your head. You noticed and tried to hide your panic. Luckily a loud clap of thunder broke him from his focus on the door.

“It’s getting bad out there, you can take the couch in the living room.” You offered, headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Bucky winced from your offer, he preferred to keep his distance. Your living room had looked comfortable and homey, but he didn’t want to burden you with… Well himself.

“I shouldn—“

“I insist, I promise you won’t bother me.” You told him, almost like you had read his mind.

He opened his mouth to object, but closed it once he saw you smiling. He didn’t want to make you unhappy, you had given him more than he could ever ask for. He couldn’t find it in himself to say no to you.

Bucky had grabbed his small collection of stuff, plopping it down on the floor near the couch. He sat on the window bench, watching you cover the couch in a silk sheet, then covering the sheet with a comfortable looking blanket. He felt guilty at the sight, he felt awful for taking up space in your home.

Finishing up, you plopped two white cased pillows down on top.

“This okay?” You asked him, watching him nod shamefully.

You wanted to ask what was wrong, as he always looked guilty like he was doing something wrong. But you decided not to pry, and left it alone for now.

The lights all went out in the house suddenly leaving you and Bucky in the dark. Immediately you knew where to find candles, and went and got them. You placed many candles around the house, lighting up the area. You didn’t want to admit it, but the dark was terrifying to you and if Bucky weren’t here you’d probably be freaking out.

Lighting the last candle on the table next to Bucky’s bed, the couch, you snuck a glance at him. He sat in the same spot, eyeing the couch but never making a move to get up.

“I know this isn’t much, and I’m sorry if it feels like I’m forcing you to stay here… I…” You trailed off, taking a breath, “You know you’re allowed to leave whenever you want… I just— I just wanted to help you.”

He listened to your nervous rambling, feeling bad that he’d unintentionally made you feel like you were forcing him to do anything. You weren’t forceful, not like the people from HYDRA, you were quite the opposite. He was suddenly tired of not being able to put a name to your face, and wondered why it had taken this long.

“What’s your name?” He asked you, and you seemed confused at his sudden subject change.

You hadn’t realized you’d never told him your name, that probably made him uncomfortable.

“Oh uh, (Y/n).”

Bucky hummed at the name reveal, and he decided quickly that it fit you well.

“What’s yours?” You shot back, watching his expression drop.

After a few moments of silence, you took it as a sign that he wasn’t going to answer. Thick tension filled the living room, making you fidget with the ends of your dress again.

“I think my name is Bucky.” He spoke, ruining the silence.

You smiled and repeated to yourself in your head, Bucky. You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“You think?”

He glanced at you, hesitating whether he should be honest with you or not. He feared you’d run, and for some reason he didn’t want you to be scared of him.

You sensed his discomfort from your question.

“I like Bucky. It fits you.” You told him cheerfully, watching his eyes meet yours and you swear you saw a smile ghost his lips.

Deciding to try and give him his space, and go to your room upstairs, you started to get up from your spot from the arm of the couch.

“(Y/n)?” Bucky got out before you took your first step away.

You faced him with a gentle smile.

“Yes Bucky?” You waited, watching his lip twitch at you saying his name.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked quietly, watching as you sat back down on the arm of the couch.

“Sure.” You gave him the go ahead, and he surprised you by standing up.

You tried to keep the smile plastered on your face, but it wavered in shock that he was moving closer to you. You stayed very still, in fear that if you moved, you’d spook him. Instead you sat and watched him take slow steps, up until he got to the couch, and lowered himself, multiple inches from you.

Your smile grew back as you watched him sink into the couch, the soft feeling comforting him. He was relishing in the feeling like he had never been on something so soft.

Facing you, he held your gaze, and you grew nervous from the intensity that his blue eyes held. It was in this moment you realized just how blue his eyes were, they were piercing… Haunted.

“I saw some pictures… When I came inside before.” He started, and your eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

“Pictures? I… I don’t…”

“It was of a family.” He finished, and you felt your limbs freeze up.

Bucky watched your eyes slowly go unfocused, and he grew concerned at the lack of light suddenly within them.

Swallowing harshly, you tightly gripped your dress on your thigh in attempt to ground yourself.

“Oh…” Was all you could muster.

“Is it your family?” He asked, debating whether he should stop, but he knew you wouldn’t answer if you didn’t want to.

“Some of them are, yes.” You answered, your voice more monotone then it was moments ago.

“You…” He swallowed nervously, “You said it was j-just you here?”

Finding out that there may be more people living here, he felt betrayed that you would lie to him. But he didn’t understand why he was so bothered, he didn’t even know you. He couldn’t help himself from clinging onto the first kind person he’d come across.

“No no—I swear it’s just me here.” You held your hands up defensively, “You can check the house, if you want.”

Bucky kept that offer in the back of his mind, not trusting you enough now that his mind was clouded with doubts about you.

“If what you say is true… Then where’s your family?” He asks, like the final nail in the coffin.

He was just a stranger to you, but you couldn’t help yourself from fearing what he might think of you, if he knew everything. You felt judgement from his questioning, but it was judgement in which you felt you deserved.

Just for tonight.

Right, he wasn’t going to be here in just a few hours. What’s the harm?

Unless he goes back to town, alerting the towns people of your baggage. He wouldn’t do that, he’s running too. Unless he’d use you as a distraction? No— Maybe?

Your head ached, your eyes threatening to spill tears. Faking a yawn, you stood up and started walking to the stairs.

“You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen, you can watch tv… I don’t care. Goodnight.” You muttered, feet heavy with dread, knowing what you’d see when your eyes would fall shut.

Bucky watched your form drag up the stairs, he was confused at what he had said wrong. He’d been getting a read on you ever since he’d seen you, and he never expected you to have something dark following you. His words seemed triggering, maybe something happened to your family. That thought alone made his heart hurt, you living here all alone. Well that made his heart hurt even more.

His mind was conflicted with thoughts, his brain not wanting to turn off. He knew it would be a sleepless night, instead he’d lie awake, wondering why a part of him didn’t want to leave tomorrow.

A/N: this is going to take a much darker turn than y’all were expecting 👀 hehe let me know what you think!

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#reader insert #light angst #fluff #oneshot #imagine #buckybarnes #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagines #bucky x female reader #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan #dark themes #dark character

[caffeinewitchcraft]

The Aftermath of the Chosen One

Summary: Dulce is a Hero. The people who made her one better hope they never see her again. TW: mentions of violence, ptsd, panic attacks

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She is a villain when the adventure is over. It creeps up on her slowly. The shortened temper, the unnatural laughter, the darting eyes. She looks up at the corners of rooms for demon bats that don’t exist in this world and claws at her own flesh when she doesn’t find them.

Her companions come find her six months afterwards.

What does it look like, a prince and a knight and a mage walking into a McDonald’s? It’s 1 am, closing time, when she finds out.

“Dulce!” Prince Amor clanks through the fronts doors. He’s wearing the Royal Armor, the set that seems to glow from within with the Holy Light of his Blessed Ancestors. The crown on his head is as gold as his eyes. Everything about him looks fake under the artificial dining room lights, but he doesn’t notice. His golden eyes are locked on her. “At last, we’ve found you!”

She’s covered in a fine mist of oil, slashes of burns from the heat lamps marching up her arms. Her black pants are grey under a dusting of spilled flour and she knows her short, brown hair is frizzed up after her eight hour shift. She blinks at the three walking into the dining room and can’t find the words.

“I told you I’d find her,” Mage Kira says proudly. Her black dress looks like it belongs in a gothic version of the Nutcracker. She waves her flowering wand over her head. “Dulce’s magic has always been so distinctive, I knew it would be easy to find her in the Mundane World!”

Mundane world, Dulce thinks. That’s what they think of Earth. Mundane. Run-of-the-mill.

Not special.

Not worthy.

Dulce’s stomach cramps so badly that she sways on the spot. Why did she send the other girl home? Things would be so much easier if she had another human here.

Knight Cora frowns, taking everything in. “Friend Dulce. Are you…well?”

“What are you doing here?” Dulce croaks. She feels like she can hear the howling rabbits or the demon wolves she once fought surrounding the building. She taps her ears with the heels of her hands. The percussion of it clears her head better than any mindful meditation. “Alone?”

“Those unfortunate matters you helped us with have been cleared up,” Prince Amor says. He clanks right up to the register and grins down at Dulce. “You saved my kingdom. I thought it a good idea to come share thanks once again.”

Thanks? Thanks? She says, “You couldn’t have gotten permission to come through the portal.” The portal is run by wizards and wizards are notoriously strict about who comes and goes through the Destiny Portal.

“We did,” Knight Cora says. She at least has had the good sense to try and find mundane clothes. Her soft, linen shirt is slightly less offensive to Dulce’s tired eyes than Prince Amor’s gleaming armor. “A lot of things had to align for the timing to be right, but such is the nature of magic.” She leans forward. “Dulce, I’m familiar with these establishments. Do you…work here?”

Mage Kira gasps and her head whips around. “No, surely not! Here? Work? A Hero works here?”

And that grates. Dulce feels her shock like nails down her spine. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

“I’ve seen you skin a hydra with nothing but a fruit knife,” Knight Cora says. She waves a hand around the room. “This is akin to working as a tavern maid.”

Prince Amor rocks back on his heels. “Surely not! Why that’s unacceptable—”

“Why?” Dulce feels disconnected from her body. “Why? Why is this unacceptable?”

Knight Cora waves her hands at Dulce. “You’re a warrior! A Hero! Surely you must know that you deserve better than this?”

Better? Dulce shakes her head. “Leave.” Her throat feels dry. The phantom howls of demons baying for her blood rings in her ears. “Leave, out, get out--!”

The trio exclaim as she rushes around the counter towards them. For a moment, Dulce forgets that she’s in her work uniform, a black apron tied around her waist rather than a sword. She’s so angry that she imagines herself in full armor, her hair bound along the nape of her neck, her hand reaching for her blade—

Knight Cora catches Dulce’s empty hand before she can strike Prince Amor.

“I killed people for you,” Dulce says. The warmth of Knight Cora’s hand against her wrist is more shocking than the strength behind her grip. Dulce’s adventure left her changed forever in more ways than one. The strength that world blessed her with is another reason she no longer fits in here. “Is killing a more noble profession? Is murder better than serving food?”

“They were demons!” Prince Amor looks at Dulce’s fist caught in Knight Cora’s grip and frowns. “Friend Dulce, are you unwell?”

“Maybe she’s possessed,” Mage Kira says. She raises her wand and the flowers tied to the tip glow. “A simple diagnostic spell should—”

Dulce rips away from Knight Cora with a snarl.  “Do not cast magic on me. I do not give you permission.”

Prince Amor raises his hands. “It is only to ascertain your state—”

“I’m not possessed!” Dulce laughs and it’s a bitter sound. She looks between these three, these three who guided her through their world and put her into battle again and again. She looks at them and is back there, sword dropping from her hand as the demons screamed. “I want you to leave. It was supposed to be over when I killed the Demon King for you. It was supposed to be over.”

It's so unfair. The person she’s become—she became this person for them. Because of them. They told her their fight was just. They told her she was saving them. They told her so many things. She believed them.

Damn her, she believed them.

“You…didn’t want to see us again?” Knight Cora asks. Her face is pale and her eyes wide. She stretches out a hand to Dulce and then retracts it, hurt. “After all we went through, after the adventures we shared, after—” She wavers, unable to speak for a moment. When she recovers, she whispers, “Dulce, we’re family.”

“We’re not family,” Dulce spits. She’s shaking. With rage? With fear? With the memory of the Demon King’s blood hot on her hands? “The worst thing I’ve ever done, I did for you three. The blood on my hands—I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have done it.”

And there it is. The awful truth. She lets the words shake her to her bones. I shouldn’t have done it. It wasn’t her world, her fight, her place. She took a weapon into her hands and she didn’t get all the facts before she acted. She was threatened, yes. They were her only way back home. But she still acted.

And now the blood is on her hands.

“I will never be the same,” Dulce says. She means that she is less than. That she is broken. That she is an abomination. “I feel as though I can’t live with what I’ve done.”

“The burdens we all bear from our battle—” Mage Kira starts to say only to fall silent as Dulce laughs.

“It wasn’t my world!” Dulce doesn’t know how to describe the horror of that. “I don’t know who I am anymore. A Hero? No, because I didn’t save anyone, did I? I just filled your country’s pockets with money and destroyed homes. I—I am a monster because of it. Because of you.”

“You save my kingdom,” Prince Amor says. His jaw clenches and unclenches. “You claim to carry evils, but that is not true. You did what was right. You saved—”

“The children cried when I killed their king,” Dulce says. That moment is as clear to her now as the day it happened. The skies so clear and blue overhead. A sword in her hand. A body at her feet. The howls – no, the wails – of a people devastated by the death of their ruler. “The magic crumbled. The castle fell apart around their ears.” She turns on the Prince. “Your kingdom was saved? But what of theirs?”

“They were demons. We told you, the demonic are parasites—"

“Where could the dryads go when you burned their forests?” She advances on them again and, this time, Knight Cora does not stop her. She steps. They step back. “Where could the nymphs go when you siphoned their lakes? Where could the dwarves go when you stole their mines?”

“It was for the prosperity of the kingdom—”

“IT WAS FOR NOTHING!” Dulce doesn’t flinch when a light shatters above their heads. Her power claws at her skin, desperate to be used. The magic suppressor around her ankle heats in warning. “You made me a monster for nothing. For greed and disgusting self-indulgence. You falsified a prophecy for sport and then dare show up here and call me a Hero?”

Mage Kira steps in front of the other two, her eyes alight with power. “Dulce, I don’t know who has corrupted you, but we’re your friends! Stop this magic at once.”

“I can’t use magic here,” Dulce says. She lifts the leg of her khakis to show the anklet. “The Magic Tower bound me.”  She bares her teeth as the remaining lights tremble under the weight of her aura. “No need to be afraid.”

“Why would they do that?” Mage Kira asks. She seems to forget the situation entirely, the horror of bound magic overwhelming her. “You’re a Chosen One, a Hero—”

“I wasn’t supposed to ever see you again,” Dulce says. She barely recognizes her own voice. Before when she said these words, she sounded wounded. Scared. Now she sounds mocking. Contemptuous. “They promised me it was over. That you would never come through the Portal of Destiny again.” Her lip curls. “And neither would I.”

What does it look like when a prince, a mage, and a knight walk into a McDonalds? What does it look like when they meet a sister, a comrade, a Hero? What does it look like when they realize not everyone believes their narrative, their lies, their convenient untruths?

Prince Amor lays a hand on his sword. “I consider you a friend, Dulce. We traveled together and fought together. I know not who has poisoned your mind against us, but we shall save you.” He glances at the other two through his peripherals. “We must take her back to our world. Our healers can—”

“I can’t go with you.”

Knight Cora reaches out a hand towards her as if offering salvation. “Dulce, the prince is right. The feelings you’re having are unnatural. You may feel that you can’t come with us, but you must.”

“Not won’t.” Dulce jabs a finger to her anklet. “Can’t.”

“The wizards have barred you from the Destiny Portal?” Mage Kira is the first to realize what she means. “But they must have known that you’ve been corrupted—”

“I tried to go back to kill you,” she tells Prince Amor. She lets the confession ring in the silence for a long, long moment. “That’s why they prevented me from returning. Because once I realized what you had done to me, to those poor people, I tried to go back to slit your throats like I should have when you first called me Hero.”

The three of them stare at her, unable or unwilling to understand. She feels her magic swirling faster and faster inside of her chest. Outside the restaurant, a car alarm blares. The air trembles. A table behind Knight Cora tips over, causing all three of them to jump.

Dulce grits her teeth and wills her magic to behave.

“You Chose me,” Dulce says. She sneers the word. Chose. “You used me for evil. You destroyed me with it. I came back from your world broken. So I decided to atone with your deaths. The wizards stopped me. They promised me that it was over. They promised me that I didn’t need to atone for what the Prophecy made me do. Then, when they realized I didn’t believe them, they bound me. To protect you.”

She hears the demons screaming louder and louder. There’s pressure building in her head. The worst thing she’s ever done, she did for them. She did it on a sunny day. She did it in the time it takes her to flip a burger. And they dare come here and tell her she deserves better.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

“Dulce,” Prince Amor finally says. No longer Friend Dulce. Only her name and a growing horror in his eyes. “Dulce, no. Someone had whispered these evils in your ear. You—surely not—”

“Leave,” Dulce says. This time her voice rings with magic. A command. “The laws in my mundane world are different than you know. The wizards have stopped me from harming you in your world. Mine won’t stop me.”

Knight Cora opens her mouth just as lightning crashes outside. She casts a fearful look out the windows and back to Dulce. She says, “We did nothing to you.”

“You did everything to me,” Dulce says. She points to the door. “Leave.”

Thunder shakes the building.

“I’ll save you,” Prince Amor blurts out. The two women pull and push him towards the door. He twists as he shouts, “Whatever sorcery this is, we will save you from it!”

The wind howls through the doors when Knight Cora throws them open. Rain pounds down, slamming into the street with real force. Mage Kira throws a magical shield over them all, but it doesn’t keep them dry. The rain falls through the shield as if it’s not even there.

Stay safe, Dulce mouths at her. Mage Kira is the only one who looks truly afraid before they dart away into the night.

Dulce stands in the same spot and breathes. She stares at the walls and the tables and the chairs until she forgets what it looks like when a knight, a prince, and a mage walk into a McDonalds. She’s here. She’s not there.

With any luck, they make it back through the Portal of Destiny before she remembers that they’re here too.

Dulce goes to get a broom. The glass from the shattered light won’t sweep itself.

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A little bit of a darker story for y’all this week. I’ve been struggling with some of what Dulce’s been struggling with lately and it was so cathartic to write a character who is angry and stays angry. Who looks at the people who didn’t help her at her darkest point - who exacerbated her darkest point in some ways -  and tells them to run. It’s a bit of a darker story, for sure, but nonetheless one I feel closely connected to in a lot of ways.

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Next week’s story comes from my Narrative Town (X) universe:

Summary: It's a Rule not to get involved in grown-up stories. But when your parents' lives are in danger, even you will break a Rule.

It’s up on Patreon now and will be here next week :)

Thanks for reading!

#My writing #the chosen one #dulce the anti-chosen one #dark character #ptsd

[wordsbymae]

Plot: Reader is home sitting for a friend over the weekend, looking forward to a nice relaxing few days to themselves. That all goes to shit when a man breaks in, demanding that they tell him where the cash is stashed. Reader has to come to terms that they don't know their friend as much as they think, and that their ignorance is about to come back to bite them square on the ass.

TW: Degrading talk, reader is threatened at gun point, speaks on topics such as home invasion (which is fucking terrifying), swear words, allusion to coercion and dub/con. Short and probs really bad, cause I've been a bit sick lately sorry.

You gave a bright smile and a wave, as you watched your friend drive off into the distance. The sun bounced off the back window of his sedan into your eyes, causing you to wince and turn your head away. Your arm faltered as you turned, your wave becoming jaded. Your friend continued down the road, not once trying to meet your gaze in the rear-view mirror.

Making sure they were out of sight, you made you way back to the house, up the creaking wooden patio stairs to the heavy oak front door. Pushing your way inside with a grunt, you closed your eyes and released a breath. Finally, a whole weekend alone.

House sitting wasn't exactly how you imagined your weekend going, but if it meant you got away from your roommates for just three nights, you jumped at the chance. Your friend didn't really give an explanation for needing you to house sit, just that they had something important to do a state over. They didn't seem to want to talk about it so you didn't push.

The house was large, old and frankly pretty spooky. Despite the area surrounding it being a popular housing development, the land that this house stood on was isolated and densely packed with forage. You nearly missed the driveway, thinking it something more than a dirt service road. It did frighten you a little to think that you would be sleeping alone in a big house, but it also excited you. No need to wear headphones, no need to worry about any passive aggressive roommates complaining about you cooking, you had no one to answer to. It was perfection.

The sun had long since set as you finished eating dinner and doing the dishes. You pondered your opinions, watch TV, read a book or take a wonderful bath. It had been awhile since you didn't have to worry if someone was waiting on you in the bathroom. You could take your time till the bath water turned cold. You gathered your things, including a book you hoped to catch up while lounging in the water.

The bathroom continued the old, eccentric aesthetic your friend had gathered throughout the house. The tiling on the wall was a dark green, the bath itself was a clawed tub with golden edges. A rounded sunlight overlooked you as you entered into the warm, comforting water. You would have to go for a bath during the day to feel the sun on your skin as you bathed.

You read a few pages of your book before putting it down and relaxing deeper into the warmth. Your mind drifted, eyes floating shut. Muscles relaxed and the only problem with the whole scenario was that you left your phone downstairs and couldn't play music.

Until you were snapped to attention at the sound of glass shattering.

Heavy boots could be heard stepping on the broken glass, causing hairs to stand on the back of your neck. You reached for your phone, cursing at the remembrance of it being downstairs, most likely in reach of the intruder.

You stilled in absolute fright. The footsteps echoed like thunder through the house, they were heavy and slow. The owner of them, almost cautiously making their way as they explored the house.

What the fuck do you do.

You can't call anyone. You phone was down stairs.

You can't scream. There was no way the neighbours could hear and it would only tell the intruder exactly where you are.

You can't run. There was only one way down stairs and you could hear the footsteps on them right now.

The only thing you could do was to jump out of the bath and turn off the lights, quickly engaging the lock as you do. Afterwards you stumbled in the dark putting on your pjs, not wanting to be caught in the nude. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. You quickly found a place to hide, although you knew in the grand scheme of things hiding in a bathroom wasn't the best idea. You kicked yourself for not taking the chance to try and find a weapon. Now, the intruder was too close and would hear any movement you made.

The bedroom door was opened, and the intruder made short time searching it. You grimaced as you heard them rip drawers out and the sound of fabric tearing. You could only hope they found enough stuff to steal for them to finally leave. Your heart was pounding against your ribs, it nearly drowned out the sound of the intruder grunting in frustration.

Whatever he was looking for, he couldn't find it.

You listened intently as he rushed out of the room. He footsteps slowed to a stop in front of the bathroom door. You froze in fear as the door handle was wiggled. The intruder gave a scoff. Silence for a moment. Until it was slaughtered by the intruder slamming his boot against the door. You gave a yelp of fright, scrambling back into a corner. One more kick and the door flew open. You were now face to face with him.

He was tall, dressed in black. A balaclava hid his facial features, but his blue eyes drilled into you. Your eyes flittered down to his hand, where a handgun was griped tightly.

You opened your mouth, about to beg for mercy. When the man lifted the gun up towards you, he grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the bedroom. You were thrown onto the bed with a yelp. You scrambled backwards, eyes trained onto the gun.

"Where's the money you stole" he demanded, hand steady and eyes narrowed.

"What? I didn't steal anyth-"

"Don't give me that shit, you either tell me where it is or I blow your fucking head off" his hand began to shake.

"I promise I don't know what your talking about. I don't even live here!"

"What" he scoffed

"I'm just housesitting for my friend, they-"

"Let me guess, had a last minute family emergency and had to leave in a hurry" his voice was softer now, yet still harsh.

You just nodded.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" he screamed, gun flying back into his holster, while the owner began wrecking the room.

Drawers were ripped out, a chair flung at the window and a vase thrown onto the ground.

"That no good, fucking bastard! I should have known I was too late, they've problem already used up all the cash" he muttered

"Um, excuse me..." his eyes snapped onto you.

"What do mean by stolen money?"

"Exactly how it sounds idiot. That friend of yours skipped down with my cash, leaving you to the wolves as it were."

"No, they wouldn't do that. Steal money or put me in danger!" you pleaded, still sitting close to the bedframe.

"Whether or not you believe it, it doesn't matter, they did steal money and they did leave you to cop the fallout. Sounds like an amazing friend" he scoffed.

You gritted your teeth in denial but thought it best to keep your thoughts to yourself.

"So...are you gonna leave me alone now" you whispered.

He let out a loud and harsh laugh.

"No can do sweetheart. How do I know your not lying, that you actually did steal my money. And if you are telling the truth, don't you think I deserve some sort of reparation? For all the shit your friend put me through?"

"I don't understand"

"You don't have to understand. I'll show you what I want"

I actually hate this.

#not really yandere #dark fic #dark character #criminal x reader #gn!reader #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #male yandere

[5eraphim]

Helloo can I request RED scout and maybe some other of your choice,, fucking confused placeholder BLU medic who just doesnt know what to do? nsfw afab please :pray:





I don't know why this request was weirdly hard for me to interoperate- not trying to sound rude or like I'm judging you at all (I thought the prompt was cute, and very fun to write!) but for some reason I had to keep referring to the ask to make sure I was following alright, so- I read this request as "Reader is a new medic to the enemy team stopped by Scout who threatens/coerces into providing him a different kind of healing." I hope that's close enough to what you were going for! Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy how this one turned out!

Title: The Bunny Under the Bridge

Character: Scout 🐇 (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DON'T INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: Dark! Characterization (nothing too heavy, but still, definitely there), dubcon, light humiliation, coercion, hazing, AFAB reader, bargaining, reader is naïve, oral (male recieving)

Word Count: 4.2k

MASTERLIST

TIP JAR

“There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.” Oscar Levant

The first day on the job was never easy; Everyone knew that. Though as a Medic, you couldn't help but feel particularly brutalized as you fought through your first match. You tried your hardest to study up to become a Medic, though unfortunately, due to the "learn on your feet" nature of the role, you were left struggling to keep up with the rest of the team. Foolishly, you thought merely knowing this going into the trial would be to any kind of advantage, but now, just over halfway through the match, you were ready to cry. 

No matter how hard you sprinted to keep up with the others, how cautiously you tried to time your charges, or how you tried to keep track of everyone on your team- you were simply fighting a losing battle. While you were already self-conscious about being new, your lackluster performance made you feel downright mortified. Not to mention accidentally healing the enemy Spy while he was cloaked, only to be backstabbed the next second, twice. 

It would take a miracle to turn around now, and you didn't like your chances. You had a bad feeling your performance would cost Blue a victory, and everyone would know it. The distressing thought only intensified your anxiety, making you fight even sloppier. But no matter how you tried, you couldn't get out of your own head, and you couldn't stop thinking about the nasty looks you'd get at the end of the match; everyone would treat you like an idiot, and worst of all, you knew you deserved it. 

The longer you struggled to keep up, the further behind you fell. The further you feel, the worse your mental state, and after almost breaking down in tears after you failed to reach your team's Heavy fast enough, losing him to a backstabbing Spy neither of you managed to detect, you knew if you didn't take a minute to calm down, you'd only make things worse. 

Keeping an eye out for a hidden Sniper or Spy, you slipped around the corner, away from the heat of battle, ducking under an overhead into the shadows. Miraculously managing to keep your emotions under control, though you were acutely aware of the prickling feeling in the back of your throat from trying too hard to hold back tears. "Don't think about everything going wrong, the match isn't over yet, just…. Just keep pushing- just a little longer, I can do it!" You thought as you tried to slow your breathing and mitigate the rising panic. But nothing could distract you from the overwhelming shame of losing control, the guilt of letting everyone down, and the anxiety of what would come next.

Slipping a touch further into the shadows, you sighed, burying your head in your hands, rubbing your temples, feeling the nerves make your hands tremble. Screwing your eyes shut, you kept your head bowed forward slightly, fingertips to temples as you breathed slowly through your nose to combat the stress as best you could. 

"Hey you, Doc- c'mere a sec!" You heard a voice call to you, though for a moment, you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a Scout for sure, but where? After scanning the scene before you a moment longer, it registered- he was calling to you from beneath the bridge, several paces ahead, slightly to your left.  

Scout must've been hidden there for some time with an uncharacteristic degree of stealth. Watching him silently tread from his dark corner into the light was a little bizarre. "Ova here!" 

"You!" With a shamefully noticeable delay, you managed to brandish your vita-saw, pulling the needle-sharp tip up defensively, waiting for him to try and dart closer at any second. He appeared empty-handed, though you didn't doubt the Scout had some trick up his sleeve. 

He rolled his eyes at your non-threatening display of aggression, "Relax, relax- I just wanna talk."

Skeptically, you didn't move, refusing to trust the Red Scout not to knock you upside the head the minute you let your guard down. Frustrated, He grumbled, "You can put that horse tranquilizer away now. I ain't gonna shoot ya."

You tighten your grip, hissing, "And why not?"

"I told ya I just wanted to talk- Listen if I wanted to, your brains would be all over that wall ova there, now, will you put that thing down already?"

He wasn't wrong. You didn't know what was on his mind, but you were at least curious enough to hear him out. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you put your weapon away. "Alright, what do you want to say?"

"Look, buddy, I've seen the way you've been strugglin' out there, and it ain't pretty. Didn't get much combat training in doctor school, did ya?" He took a few steps closer, making you instinctively draw back a little. If he was trying to convince you to hear him out, he was doing a lousy job.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you were too proud to admit he was right. "What are you on about?" 

Scout couldn't help but laugh out loud at this, "You ain't stepped foot on a battlefield before today, I can tell- everyone on RED can tell, pal. Not gonna lie, you suck-"

"You're so kind…" You were about to walk away when he bounded forward, catching your shoulder with his hand. 

"Lemme finish- you suck, but if ya want, I can cut you a deal." You were about to try and pull away, but his words caught your attention. While you never knew Scout to be the brightest nor the most strategic, he did have an awful lot of experience over you. That was undeniable.

Turning slightly to look him in the eye, you responded incredulously, "A deal? Is that allowed?"

"Sure it is! Anything's allowed so long as no one finds out!" At least he sounded sure of himself.

"I'm listening." You detached him from your shoulder but didn't move any further away. 

Leaning just a little closer, you could see Scout's eyes leave your face momentarily, scanning for enemies lurking around or charging from afar. "Just for today, I'll go easy on you and the rest of the blue bastards. I can slow down, give ya some catch-up time."

Biting your low lip, you asked, "But won't someone notice? Do you really think you can get away with that?"

"Buddy, I don't know if you've noticed, but you're losin'. Big time. If you wanna pull through, I'm your best bet." You'd heard him boasting so many times before, so why was it so chilling to hear him sound so severe?

"You'd do that? For me?"

Scout slung an arm over your shoulder like he'd known you for years rather than days. "Sure I would! You've got a lot to learn, but you've got some real potential! I know it feels to be the little guy, fightin' a buncha maniacs ain't easy, 'specially not on day one. But ya gotta keep goin'! Hey- maybe one day you'll even fight as good as me!" And there was the Scout you knew.

Pulling back a little, you shrugged his arm off your shoulder. "Alright, but what's the catch?"

He gave you an odd look, sending a shiver down your spine, "Nothin' much, I just wanna lil 'healin' time with ya." He leaned his face closer to yours, speaking in a voice a bit lower than usual.

You raised a hand to push his face away from yours, leaning back a little, "Scout, you know I can't heal you-" 

"Nah, but you can do something, even betta." Taking your hand with his, Scout directed it downward, keeping it locked in his hold until your fingers were brought to brush up against his pants's fabric, the spot just below his navel.

You tried to snatch your hand away, but he was stronger than he looked and got an excellent grip on your rubber glove. "You can not be serious."

"C'mon, babe! I ain't asking for much, just you and me alone, won't take more than 15 minutes tops! All you gotta do is get on your knees and let your mouth do all the work!"

You huffed, "That doesn't sound like not asking for much to me!" 

Scout raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you ain't done it before?"

"Of course I have! And that is not the issue here!" You hated being talked down to at the best of times, least of all from people like him. 

"Clock's tickin' pal, it's all up to you. Take all the time you need. I'm sure your team will understand."

"And if I say no?"

He shrugged, "Well, guess I gotta cave ya head in. Your call."

"It's not like I have anything to lose anyway." You thought to yourself before forcing yourself to look him in the eye, to appear steadfast, "I'll do it."

"Aw, sweet!" Without waiting for another moment, Scout's hands were on his pants, working on unbuckling his belt.

Somehow, his audacity continued to surprise you. Putting your hands over his, you forced Scout to stop, "Not here, you idiot! Just hang on. Let me find us a better spot."

Taking him by the hand, you led the both of you into an alcove with a little bench hidden between two buildings. Scout giggled at your determination. "Hey, I'm not complaining'!" 

Once you were closer to the bench, you directed him to sit, "Alright, sit there. I'll take care of the rest."

Scout happily complied, sliding into place while you hesitantly got down on your knees before him, taking his half-undone buckle with your hands and working his pants down. At the same time, he shifted slightly in his seat to help you slide his bottoms down to his ankles, where they pooled around his bony ankles and dirt-crusted sneakers. "Whatever you say, hot stuff."

You couldn't tell if he was trying to fluster you or if he was always this annoying during intimacy. "Will you just keep your mouth shut-"

He ruffled a hand through your hair, "What? I'm not lyin'! You're real good lookin', how come I ain't seen you around before?"

"Scout, I said shut up!"

You clutched the waistband of his boxers with white knuckles, your grip far harsher than you meant to, partially on account of nervousness and partially out of annoyance. And you couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy as Scout yelped in pain as you accidentally scratched his belly with your fingernails in your rush to get his boxers off. It was almost scary, seeing his half-hard cock slightly tenting against the red fabric, knowing what you were about to do. Or rather, what you had no choice but to do. 

As you pulled the boxers down far enough to slip past his waist, you tried to work up a bit of saliva in your mouth, slightly thankful to know he was already semi-hard. There was something not precisely erotic but endearing about how needy Scout could get. He was kind of cute like that, and after spending so long feeling like the most hated person on the battlefield, it felt nice to feel wanted.

"Better go slow; can't risk over-exciting him. There's no way he'll keep quiet," you thought. With a soft fist, you closed one hand around the base of his shaft, only slightly moving your thumb and fingers to stimulate the blood already rushing south. Sure enough, you felt his body going rigid from the light provocation, but thankfully, other than a sharp inhale through clenched teeth, Scout kept quiet. Using your other hand, you got a good grip on the side of his thin hip; you had a feeling he would be a bit of a squirmer, and you didn't want to make things any harder than they had to be.

"Relax, try to loosen up a little, Scout. I've got you." He didn't say anything but made a noise of affirmation. Using your fingertips, you lightly massaged the side of his thigh, silently ushering him to spread his thighs out a little wider to help get your head get a little closer. His tip was noticeably redder now, and you could feel him throbbing against the palm of your hand. Detaching from his hip for a second, you pushed the fabric of his shirt up a little as you took a deep breath before planting a sweet kiss just over his navel, feeling a touch of pride as he took in a shuddering breath, cursing under his breath as you suckled and lapped softly against the sensitive skin of his underbelly.

Trailing your kisses lower while keeping your hands moving, you could feel Scout getting more and more impatient the closer your mouth got to his shaft. You were slightly impressed, as Scout appeared to be genuinely trying to keep quiet as you worked. You were proud of him and decided he'd been good enough to deserve a bit more attention where he needed it most.

Scout whined and deflated a little when your mouth left his lower belly but stiffened right back up when your tongue lapped against his head, making contact for just a split second to collect some of his pre-come in your mouth, allowing yourself a moment to acclimate to his taste before fully latching on. While you hated listening to his endless gloating and voicing every meaningless thought that passed through his head, something about his cute little whimpers had quite the effect on you, and you needed more.

It was hard not to smile, opening your mouth wide enough to take his head into your mouth, lulling your tongue down lower, feeling the sensitive, overheated skin. Overhead, you heard Scout whining, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon- more!" But he was too happy to let you take the lead. Once again, his hand found your hair, fisting it, trying to urge your head lower, wanting to feel your mouth bobbing against his entire length. 

As you continued to tease at his head, you eventually let go of the base of his shaft, now gripping both his thighs with more force than you realized, mindlessly pinning him into place as you took more of him into your mouth. 

He began to thrust against your mouth with a bit more intensity, or rather with as much force as he could, given how you kept him pinned against the bench, pulling and pushing against your head, mostly in sync with your own rhythm, rather than forcing you to go faster. Hollowing out your cheeks, you began sucking down against him in earnest. Feeling a deep twinge of pleasure in the shamefulness of face-fucking your enemy during combat, knowing how anyone could walk in and see the morbid display. If anyone on the Blue team were to see you like this, your career would be over. You'd never be a Medic again. Hell, you'd never be anything more than a desperate little whore, unfit to ever set foot on the battlefield again. Thinking about how disgusted they'd all be to see you now felt confusingly arousing.

But what if they weren't all horrified? What if it turned them on, too? You moaned against Scout's dick as you thought of one of your teammates seeing you like this and forcing you to service them, too- since you were obviously so needy, you couldn't wait. Without realizing it, you'd started pushing your own thighs together, bucking into nothing, trying your hardest to work up some kind of stimulation as you imagined someone like Soldier or Heavy, one of the guys who always gave 110% on the battlefield plowing into you without mercy while still in uniform. Calling you a traitor and a disgrace while fucking you like an animal.

The erotic fantasy, the humiliation of servicing an enemy on the battlefield, and Scout's pleasure-fueled moans made you feel lost in the moment. It wasn't until you felt Scout emptying his load directly into your mouth you were brought back down to earth. And just as soon as it started, it was over, and you were left with nothing but a tingling feeling below the belt and a mouth full of spunk.

"You're- Oh my God, you're, hah! Fuck, you're amazin'!"

Ungraciously, you leaned far to the side before spitting out the salty mess in your mouth. Scout wasn't the worst tasting, but he was far from pleasant. And you couldn't help but feel the need to get his taste out of your mouth as fast as you could, as well as all those dirty thoughts you had running through your head. 

After a few more attempts to spit the taste of Scout out of your mouth, you sloppily wiped your mouth with a part of your tailcoat before rising back to your feet. Feeling a fresh wave of self-disgust, seeing the post-orgasmic, loopy look of bliss on Scout's face and the way his eyes settled on your face with a look of pure adoration.

"Alright, you got what you wanted. Now, you better hold up your end of the deal."

"You're perfect..."

"I mean it, Scout. You go back on our deal, and you're gonna pay. Big time."

Your threat clearly had no effect on Scout, who merely looked up at you with a dumb starstruck look in his eye, "Anyone ever tell ya how pretty you look when you're pissed off?"

Groaning and rolling your eyes, you turned to leave, already sure you'd wasted too much time on this idiot. As you trudged a little ways away, you could hear Scout quickly fumbling to get himself put back together, and you had a bad feeling he intended to follow you out. 

Sure enough, just as you were about to run away, Scout caught up to you first, "Hey, hey! Hold up a sec, will ya! Got somethin' else that'll help ya with those blue bastards." Every moment longer spent with the Scout felt like agony, and you were beyond done with his "help." 

You didn't bother turning around, but you could hear him trying to sneak up behind you, "What now-"

Scout put both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to still, "Shhh, don't move." Without warning, you felt two skinny hands fisting either end of your overcoat, forcibly pulling the sides away from each other. No match for Scout's strength, the buttons keeping your coat fastened shut popped off one by one in rapid succession. You were so surprised watching the coat buttons detach, launching off into the distance. You didn't even realize he'd gripped the fabric of the coat so tightly. He'd also gotten a grip on the button-up shirt beneath, tearing off the top few buttons.

As soon as you noticed he'd torn and how much skin was now visible, you were enraged, spinning around on your heel, ready to slap him. 

"Scout!" Unfortunately, he was faster, dodging your blow and stepping away a few paces out of reach.

"What? I'm helping!" Scout appeared happy to have worked such an intense reaction from you, his all-too-proud smirk stretching all the wider as you eyed him with fury.

"Scout, what the hell was that for!" Covering the exposed skin with your hand, you felt a bit silly trying to hide after what you'd just done, but earlier, you convinced yourself you only did what you had to do, and now you felt nothing but wrath. 

"Aw, c'mon babe, there's no way those losers can't get pissed at ya now! Not with your tits out!"

"You jackass!" Just as you were about to reach out and swing at him again, he darted past you, charging right back into battle as though nothing happened.

"Sorry, I gotta run- I'll catch ya lata!" And in the blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving you with nothing but ruined clothes and a fowl taste lingering in your mouth. And as much as you despised him at the moment, you knew at that moment he was your only chance at making it out of this match with your reputation intact. 

Trying your hardest to force your attention back on the match, you took off from his direction. It was unlikely anyone would suspect the two of you spent all that time away together, but you didn't care. You still wanted to be as far away from that jerk as possible. Running around with your coat torn so awkwardly made it a bit trickier to work, but you needed to hold on to what little modesty you had left. At least you wouldn't have to endure it much longer; maybe you would get lucky, and your clothes would magically repair during respawn.

Ironically, your Blue Scout was the first teammate you ran into on your route back. He noticed you in the distance for just a second before turning his attention back at the enemy, shouting at you from over his shoulder, "Took ya freakin' long enough! What's the holdup?"

You winced a little at his voice, instantly guilty for all the time you spent away from your own team. But what's done was done. All you needed to do now was keep your head down and keep up with the others. "Ah! I'm sorry, I got uh- got a little cornered back there, my bad!"

Now that you were closer, Scout turned around, ready to keep yelling at you, "Ya, it is your bad-" But the words died in his throat as soon as he got a closer look at you. Cringing slightly, you could feel his eyes on your body but didn't have the strength to look him in the eye.

"Let me fix you up! Hold still." You didn't know what to do other than pretend you didn't notice anything off about your appearance. Fortunately for you, the match's second half went by much faster than the first. And although you still felt overwhelmed, keeping up was a little easier, and despite a few taunts from the other team, no one said anything about your little "wardrobe malfunction," which stubbornly refused to fix itself during respawn.

By some miracle, the Blue team won the match. While you knew it was no thanks to you, and you would never really know if Scout held true to his word, now that the game was finally over, you couldn't care less. The day was over, and you were returning to base for some much-needed rest. 

"Hey, hold up, Doc!" Scout called out.

At first, you assumed it was your teammate, but you realized the Red Scout was back upon turning around. Seeing him running over, brazenly calling out for you, made you cringe, wondering what more he could want from you.

"You did great back there!" The look of boyish enthusiasm on his face betrayed his lewd implication. Sighing through your nose, you looked over your shoulder at him, "Thanks."

Jogging close enough to rest a hand on your shoulder, "Hey y'know, if something' were to, I dunno… happen to our Medic, you gotta come ova to our side!"

"I'll, uh, yeah, sure thing, I'll think about it!"

He looked like he was about to try and say something else, but you knew if you stayed a moment longer, your team would become suspicious, and you wanted to protect what little trust they had in you while you still could. Shrugging his hand off your shoulder, you turned on your heel and nodded curtly to say "goodbye" before scurrying to catch up with the rest of the team as they filed for the exit, thankful to see most were too exhausted and too ready to leave to notice either of you. 

Most of them, anyway; just as you thought you made it out unnoticed, you heard the Red Scout shouting "Hey!" from behind, making you freeze up, looking back, feeling the tension in your body spike in annoyance, silently cursing him for drawing so much attention. When he could tell he had your attention again, he mouthed the words "Call me," pantomiming a phone with his hand before departing with a wink and a wide, toothy smile. His final sentiment is mercifully short yet still embarrassing you. You dipped your head forward to try and shrink yourself as much as you could to avoid drawing any more attention to yourself. You could feel yourself being watched but didn't dare look up to confirm your suspicions, "You're alright. You're almost back at base; just sprint to the medbay and pretend nothing happened." You thought, slinking close to the wall as you tried to slip through the crowd. 

If you were watched by the rest of your team, only one felt it necessary to say anything. Just as you were at the base's doorway, Blue Scout nudged you with his elbow, walking in step with you inside. 

"What's his problem?" He sounded more curious than suspicious, and you hoped he couldn't detect the humiliation you tried your hardest to conceal. 

You shook your head, "It's nothing, he's just weird." 

"If he's bothering' ya, lemme know. I'll kick his ass for ya." Forcing an awkward laugh, you nodded, sprinting the rest of the way to the medbay, making a mental note to speak with the real Medic later. You needed to know if all Scouts were so grabby around their Medics.

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[muggl3bornprincess]

Person: Stop it. He doesn't need your defense. Why do you have to protect him this much?

Y/N: BECAUSE NOBODY DID. Nobody ever did, when he needed it... When he was a just kid, being harassed by people, being hurt, humiliated, made of a joke by them, being broken day after day into peaces, while some just watched and didn't move a finger to help him... people who claim to be the good ones, on the light side.

If there's one being in this world who can do that, it's me, cus I happened to know him very well, deep inside, his nightmares, his fears... his soul. I don't care if he doesn't need it anymore, once in his life, he will have someone looking after him, fighting for him, moving mountains just so he can know he's no longer alone.

Because he deserves it and I will do that for him... Cus I want to... and you don't get to tell me what to do.

Person: OH my, you're so in love!

Y/N: Wait. WHAT?!

Note: So I was just living my life, being a weirdo dreaming of a certain fictional character when this dialog simply jumped in my mind, more of a monolog I'd say. I feel it's a bit exaggerated, but I couldn't help it. It's my very fist time writing something, but i wanted to share with you. Also I'm not a native speaker, pls be kind.

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[theforgottenpen]

PLEASE LISTEN TO ME .

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[faerieriddle]

The therapeutic coping mechanism to traumatise morally dark characters even further. I don’t want to fix the villain I want to make them worse.

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[monamuerte]

Vampire Demon OC 🩷🖤🩷🦇🫀

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina 

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡Hinata experiences a rude awakening when her boyfriend, Naruto, excites the night by embracing his dark side, revealing a side of him she had never seen before. A part of him that will expose all of her dirty fantasies and drive her in total submission.   

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There was a problem. 

Hinata had no trouble recognizing it. 

After spending a significant amount of time away from Konohagakure on a particular mission, her beloved finally arrived back home as the sun was setting.

As usual, Hinata greeted Naruto with a clean house, a delicious meal, and countless embraces and kisses to express her excitement and joy for his return. 

But there was something wrong.

Something was different. 

Hinata observed that Naruto appeared a little... agitated, but that his emotions were tightly suppressed and barely reflected on his face. 

But Hinata noticed Naruto's inner turmoil. 

She noticed. 

Naruto was very tense—with his whiskered cheeks clamped, his body stiff, and his speech highly limited.

The only words he said to her were "hello" and "thank you" before she found herself bent over the kitchen counter, her garments strewn all over the floor, and her body penetrated roughly from behind. 

Hinata didn't voice any complaints about her lover's urgent desire for sex. Due to his extended time away from home, it was entirely reasonable for him to feel this much sexual frustration and tension. 

It was customary for them to engage in sexual activities as soon as Naruto arrived, roughly fucking her on every piece of furniture around in an attempt to be inside her, to hold her close. 

Against the wall, on top of the dining table, across the kitchen counter, hell, even on the floor. 

For Hinata, nights like this one were fairly commonplace. 

In an effort to please Naruto and alleviate the pain that his departure from her had caused him, Hinata was always happy to open her legs to him whenever he desired. 

But tonight, however, was entirely different. 

Soon enough, their playtime proceeded from their kitchen to their bedroom, where Naruto lifted Hinata up with ease and placed her on his waist so that her bare limbs could tightly clutch his body of muscles. 

The short-haired blonde said nothing the entire while, merely gripping Hinata's body as close to his own as he could, his arms enveloping her backside.

Hinata gazed into her lover's eyes, noting how cloudy and inscrutable they were, a display that was unusual for her blonde lover. 

Looking into Naruto's dark blue eyes at the moment gave her an impression that her beloved was rather distant. 

Lost in another world. 

Hinata wished she could ask Naruto what was wrong, but every time she opened her lips to speak, her lover raced forward to capture them. He merely silenced, kissed, and swallowed her words of further interrogation on his mental state, leaving her flustered and speechless.

It didn't take Naruto long to enter their dark bedroom after stumbling through the halls of the cozy house they shared.

With a single kick of his foot and a resonant growl, Naruto shut their open bedroom door behind him with a loud slam, jolting Hinata in his arms.

Her lips quiver, and her midnight blue locks slid forward to obscure her worried gaze. She looked up at her significant other as he steadily carried her to the room's enormous bed, his gaze fixed on his intended target rather than her. 

The midnight blue-haired woman whimpered, clutching her lover's broad shoulders tightly.

"N-Naruto-kun-kyahh!" 

In one quick motion, the stern blonde snatched her nude body from his person and flung her effortlessly on the bed, almost instantly quieting her speech.

"Don't talk." He hissed in a raspy tone, his only other words since returning home.

Hinata landed on the bed with a solid crash, her delicate body bouncing up and down among the cushion fabric, her limbs tangled in the blankets.

Given the amount of force Naruto used in his throw, she made a severe impact with the comfy bed, which was not at all kind to her. The rippling material slapped her in the face, chest, and stomach, briefly making breathing difficult. 

The immense force that smacked against her head and her entire body caused her breath to catch in her throat. 

As a result of Naruto's sudden harshness with her body, her heart began beating rapidly and worry permeated every part of her.

Several whimpers passed her gaping lips, her body wriggling along the bed in response to her sudden position change and the surge that engulfed her entire body. 

But once the midnight blue-haired woman returned her gaze to her blonde lover, she saw him gripping his head and whimpering loudly to himself. 

His tanned features were stretched apart to display his clenched teeth, his elongated whiskered cheeks, his furrowed brows, and the immense amount of pain within his darkened blue eyes. 

His upper body was slumped over, clutching his head with all his might as a means of relieving his agony. 

He whimpered, "Ahh, my head." He groaned beneath his breath, his voice leaking into the dark room and into the ears of his girlfriend, who found the entire situation deeply concerning. 

Hinata's lips gaped, her beautiful lavender eyes widening as she watched her naked companion begin sweating. 

Throughout, he gripped his head with both his bandaged and left hand, letting forth anguished groans. 

She whimpered, clutching the sheets beside her naked form tightly, "Naruto-kun, wh-wh-what's wrong?" 

She was instantly met by a loud shush and then a flash of icy blue eyes settling on her, freezing her to the core. Naruto seethed, "I said don't talk. Argh, I can't think straight, damnit." 

Hinata's lips trembled, ignoring Naruto's previous order, for his own benefit anyway, "I-I can help you, Naruto-kun. But you must tell me what's wrong." Hinata paused when she heard another moan of pain slip from her lover's lips.

She bit her lower lip nervously as she met Naruto's gaze once more, but this time she was struck by how his stare froze her in place, sending a wave of dread and confusion through her entire body.

Her naked body felt heavy against the bed, weighed down by emotions she never knew she would ever feel because of her lover.  

'What is wrong with my Naruto-kun?' Hinata pondered gravely, her heart heaving with worry. She wanted to get up, move closer to her distressed lover, and drape her arms around him to ease his pain and suffering. 

However, she was unable to escape the fear that had taken hold of her after hearing Naruto's stern tone of voice and even the impolite demand that he earlier directed at her. 

Hinata failed to move; all she did was stare, her mouth gaping open, and her eyes wide.

Naruto groaned, rubbing his whiskered cheeks back and forth with his hands before he lifted his head forth, revealing the strain in his eyes. 

He hummed lowly, shaking his head, "My love, there is no reason to be frightened. After all, Hinata-chan, you have the ability to help me. You are the key to aid my condition."

Hinata beamed up in surprise due to the words that passed her lover's lips, her fists gripping the sheets tighter to her person, "R-Really? Oh thank goodness!" Hinata breathed out in relief, "I-I would love to help you, Naruto-kun." 

Oddly enough, Naruto's eyes darkened, "I was hoping you would say that." The blonde male gave her an order by nodding his head, keeping her rooted in place with those icy blue orbs of his, "Go on, why don't you lay down for me, yeah? Spread your legs too." 

Hinata obeyed without any hesitation.

She made the decision first to scoot a bit further on the bed, her limbs brushing softly against the sheets but in turn sullying them completely.

But she noticed as she moved, her blonde lover did too.

He stared at her like a ravenous animal, practically drooling at the mouth, as he marched forward and crawled on top of the bed towards her.

His eyes never left her, only gazing quite eerily at everything that she possessed.

Hinata observed that his attention shifted from the top of her to the bottom of her, initially focusing intently on her two lavender orbs. He immediately noticed the immense perplexity that lay within them, yet there was also undeniably allegiance and loyalty present; a loyalty to do whatever he ordered her regardless. 

His icy blue eyes fell down to Hinata's shifting arms, which were pushed behind her to help wriggle her way to the center of the bed, retreating away from Naruto's impending body.

But regardless, he followed her. 

He watched her. 

His blue eyes wandered to her flushed cheeks, which appeared to be slightly reddened from her emotions, but such a blush was gradually spreading nearly to every one of her facial features. 

Naruto lowered his gaze slowly to take in her bouncing breasts, which seemed to shine in the dim light, given that his lover's entire curvaceous body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat due to her stirred emotions.

Her Double-D sized breasts certainly made an impression by bouncing up and down temptingly due to her steady movement, effortlessly capturing the blonde male's attention. 

The blonde grinned as he used his eyes to follow the smooth contours of her two breasts—large, creamy, and perky—all of which were present for his pleasure. 

Her breasts shook and wobbled as her chest rose and fell in tune with her breathing, highlighting her perky pink tits and her dark pink areolas—features that only served to exacerbate Naruto's peculiar situation. 

His eyes sped down to pick up her narrow but curvy waist, her luscious pale thighs, her petite legs, and her gorgeous toes.

He couldn't help but to lick his lips. 

Naruto sized his woman up as if she was nothing more than a meal to him, looking over his dish for any imperfections, anything that would dissatisfy him.

He saw nothing of the sort.

His midnight blue-haired angel was incredibly stunning, utterly flawless, and it is that same fact that has landed him in his current bind.  

A stinging ache impacted his skull once more, the source of which felt like a kick from within his own consciousness, leading him to react immediately. 

The whiskered blonde groaned again, flinging his hand up to grasp the side of his head, just as Hinata fully obeyed his command, lying entirely on the bed and spreading her legs wide. 

She completely revealed herself to her lover, revealing her inner thighs, her sensitive clitoris, and her gleaming pink pussy lips that were completely covered in her love juices as a result of the fun that the two partaken in just moments earlier.

But she immediately halted her efforts when she saw Naruto grasping his head, once more exhibiting signals that something was wrong.

Very wrong. 

She found herself jolting back up immediately, relinquishing her posture to finally become more firm on the current issue.

She gently gripped Naruto's shoulder with one hand and slid her other hand forward to feel against his forehead, "O-Oh Naruto-kun, you must tell me what is the matter. A-Are you ill?" 

She was given a grumble, moan, and shake of the head. 

She anxiously touched Naruto's forehead with the back of her hand, but she felt nothing abnormal.

His skin wasn't hot, but he was sweating and in agony, as if he were breaking out in a cold sweat, which was a very serious discovery. 

His skin was slightly pale, damp, and clammy, indicating that something was very wrong with her beloved. 

Hinata wept, brushing her hands down and clutching both of his shoulders instead. She gripped his skin tightly, digging her fingers into his tense muscles. 

"Naruto-kun, please talk to me. Are you h-hurt? Please, you have to tell me." Hinata begged in desperation. 

She was further kept in the dark when  Naruto merely shook his head once again. 

He even went so far as to extend his own arms and gently yank her hands away from him, placing her two limbs in her lap.

"No, no, I just-" Naruto abruptly halted his speech to turn away, inching himself to the edge of the bed, "I-I just need a minute. I don't feel like myself."

Hinata, now pressed down on her knees, worriedly peered at the backside of her blonde lover, her hands resting in her lap, her fists balled up against her body. 

Her long midnight blue hair slid down her shoulders and chest, tickling her skin as she sat upright on the bed. 

She watched in silence as Naruto groaned in agony, clutching his head and rocking his body back and forth. Due to his frequent movements, the bed creaked considerably, but it wasn't enough to shake her out of her daze. 

The few words Naruto said to her this particular night kept repeating in her mind, perplexing her even more. 

"My love, there's no need to be frightened." 

"You are the key to aid my condition." 

"I just need a minute. I don't feel like myself." 

As Hinata carefully examined the situation, many nagging thoughts began to appear in her mind, her fear for her blonde lover only intensifying.  

'What does it all mean?' Hinata mused to herself, considering Naruto's actions and words. His behavior was unlike anything she had ever seen.

Naruto has never acted in such a way, in such anguish and distress, and so resorting to keeping her in the dark. 

Naruto told her everything. She was his confidante, and he was hers. 

He came to her about anything, good or bad; everything was exposed to her, and she welcomed his fears and anxieties with open arms. 

He'd never shut her out or kept her in the dark before, not like he was now. 

Naruto's mind didn't seem to be present at this time, but rather somewhere else, trapped in a stupor as an obvious indicator of his restricted communication. 

Hinata feared immensely that his peculiar condition was related to the prior mission he had undergone. 

She was convinced that an adversary had poisoned him, cursed him by an unknown jutsu, or worse, ensnared his mind in some kind of genjutsu.

Whatever it was, Hinata knew it was very bad news. 

On that note, Hinata grew an urge to explore her fears, in a covert manner anyway. 

She first made the decision to use her Byakugan to further examine Naruto's chakra and determine for herself whether any other chakra that she was unaware of was interfering with his chakra flow.

If this is the case, she will be able to identify it thanks to her vast expertise and perceptive kekkei genkai and will be able to quickly expel any unidentified chakra. 

She would accomplish this by tapping into her lover's chakra flow in order to neutralize any potential genjutsu that might be activated. 

With that strategy in mind, Hinata exhaled a quiet breath to calm her body, merely concentrating on her own body and chakra. She drifted away from the moment, ignoring her lover's frequent groans and moans to freely submit herself to her kekkei genkai.

She blew out another breath. 

"Byakugan." She mumbled as quietly as she could before fully opening her eyes, her kekkei genkai now activated.

A swarm of straggly veins of varying lengths protruded beneath her two lavender eyes and wound like pathways underneath her pale skin. 

Her lavender eyes were set in a narrowed form, blazing in a state of supreme insight as she focused her gaze solely on Naruto's form in front of her.

With her Byakugan active, she could freely see all of Naruto's chakra networks that were aligned inside of his entire body. 

She always knew that if Naruto was truly free of all genjutsu and dark chakra, then his entire body would be covered in vibrant blue chakra glands that would vibrate and pulse like small embers.

Hinata recalls how lively his chakra glands were and how they always bestowed upon her a sense of blazing warmth and protection. She always took great pleasure in relishing his chakra nature, allowing it to completely engulf her whole body and transport her to a state of tranquility. 

She sincerely wished she could declare that at this precise time, his chakra was the same as it had always been. 

But it wasn't.

Hinata watched in horror as bursts of dark chakra, chakra in the form of a black shade corrupted various areas of his chakra system. 

Certain blue glands were corrupted by the present dark chakra, which appeared to be spreading and spanning all throughout his entire body, beginning in the center of his chest, where his seal was located.

Such black energy rested there, inside his core, like a scorching inferno, erupting viciously and violently; a state far different from Naruto's chakra typically operates.

The black chakra seemed to travel in all directions from his sacral chakra route, attempting to take over every last bit of him.

It was now obvious why he was in such excruciating pain, grasping his head, groaning and grunting. It was all because of the terrible state his chakra system was currently in. 

It appeared that a dark source of some kind was corrupting him, trying its best to take over.

'But what?' Hinata thought to herself in a slight panic. 

Her breath hitched, her eyes widened in horror at what she was currently witnessing. 

She had never seen anything like it before. 

She has never felt anything like it before. 

Darkness.

Pure darkness. 

Such a sensation appeared to beckon to her, staring back at her as she was currently staring at it. It was as though the darkness itself was a living entity that was actively trying to reach her.

Such a sensation led goosebumps to form all over her skin, as well as chills to run up and down her spine.

As she gazed in a stupor at Naruto's distorted chakra, she experienced a sense of imprisonment—exactly as the black force looming over her desire. 

She whimpered.

'Whatever that is… Whatever is hurting Naruto-kun, is not a genjutsu.' Hinata noted in her head in fear, unable to put a finger on exactly what was the problem.

She didn't know what was the matter but she knew she had to do something.

With that in mind, she took the ultimate decision to act rather than sit by and watch her companion suffer alone. 

She has to help him. 

So, now that her Byakugan was active, she opted to strike at the primary chakra area in Naruto's body that was infected in an attempt to block the flow of corrupted chakra in his body.

The chakra point in the sacral position will suffice. 

Naruto will be rendered unconscious as a result of her decision to cut off one of his primary chakra nodes, but it was necessary to put an end to his condition before it worsened. 

She was willing to take the risk in order to help her Naruto-kun. 

In keeping with her hasty plan, Hinata took the chance of hitting Naruto in the backside with two of her fingers by hurling them forward quickly. 

Her fingers glided through the air with grace yet ferocity, building up wind throughout the room with her quick strike.

She pushed forward with clenched teeth and narrowed eyes, determined to attack her boyfriend and render him unconscious. 

But her plan did not go the way she had hoped.

Right in front of her eyes, her strike was halted by a large hand that grabbed her  limb at cutthroat speed and an iron grip, accompanied by a loud smack—a sound that terrified her to the core. 

Her body was halted in a split second, her plan to assault no longer hidden but now exposed yet thwarted before it could even begin.

The scene in front of her was completely mind-boggling, to the point Hinata experienced a strong but negative emotion that fully overwhelmed her, impeding her breathing.

Fear. 

Raw fear. 

Hinata trembled in her spot as she returned her attention to her boyfriend, who had lifted his arm, one hand clutching her wrist.

His backside was still facing her, his head lowered, and his gaze averted entirely. He was no longer moaning in anguish or misery; instead, he was deafeningly silent, not saying a single word and remaining still. 

His left arm, on the other hand, was stretched behind him, away from his torso, aiming to deflect her attack. 

Hinata whimpered as she felt Naruto tighten his grip on her wrist, squeezing her limb firmly within his grasp. But what perplexed her was his delicate act of intimacy, stroking circles across her flesh with his thumb.

She pulled her other hand to her chest, cradling her limb close to her person for comfort, "N-Naruto-kun, a-are you okay?" 

Due to the mounting terror in her body, her voice was now timid in the room, just above a whisper.

A shake echoed off her body as she maintained her lavender gaze fixed on Naruto's own body, which gave off highly unsettling sensations.

Hinata could no longer feel warmth from his chakra, only a deadly chill that exacerbated her trembling, harsh breathing, and rapid heartbeat. 

Hinata observed as Naruto slowly lifted his head and then twisted it in an odd direction, causing it to periodically crack and pop. 

His grip tightened on her wrist once more, causing Hinata to whimper. But it was only the emergence of her voice that finally granted her Naruto's attention, and the answers to his strange dilemma.

A wicked chuckle escaped his lips and filled the entire room, reverberating off the bedroom walls and ultimately flooding into her ears, chilling her to the bone.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Hinata-chan. I've never been better." 

After those horrific remarks, Naruto finally lifted his head and returned her gaze, exhibiting a look that scared her shitless.  

There before her, sporting a maniacal grin that outstretched his lips and exposed his sharp canines, was a monster in the form of her lover.

His eyes were no longer the same as they were before, with irises as red as blood, and scleras as black as the corrupted chakra inside of his body. 

With an expression that screamed terror, he beamed at her, his grin extending from one ear to the other. 

The sight before Hinata was absolutely frightening and one thing and one thing only came to mind.

That is not her lover. 

That is not Naruto-kun. 

With a scream, she wrenched her hand out of the crazed monster's grasp with all of her might, effectively freeing herself from his clutches. 

"Let go of me!! Get away!" Hinata shouted as well before stumbling away from the bed in an effort to force herself to her feet. 

She nearly fell on her ass several times while struggling to get away from the monster that was currently sitting on her bed, but she managed to regain her equilibrium just enough to stand upright. 

But never once did she look away from the red eyes that were piercing her soul from a distance. 

The spiky-haired blonde's head was angled over his left shoulder, his body paused in the same position as before as if he was frozen in place. 

But his smile never wavered; in fact, as he observed her, it grew at the edges, which freaked Hinata out even more. 

The midnight blue haired woman screeched in terror and reached back to grip the dresser behind her, clutching the hard material for comfort, "Oh kami. Wh-What's going on?" 

Another chuckle filled up the room which silenced her cries but increased her tremors. 

Her terrified state was so intense that her Byakugan ultimately deactivated, leaving her without the ability of her kekkei genkai at all. 

As a result, the veins that had once spread from her eyelids vanished, and the glow that her orbs gave off faded, causing her eyes to return to their natural lavender hue. 

Her legs wobbled back and forth from beneath her, as did her arms, as she watched as the monster that was dwelling her lover's body finally took a stand.

He effortlessly pulled himself from the bed, only to stand flat on the carpet floor, exposing every inch of his naked backside to her.

Hinata watched as the red-eyed male cast a glance over his shoulder, further pinning her to her position. He examined her with one visible eye, his red iris draping up and down her trembling, nude form.

He licked his lips, "Ahh, now aren't you a marvel-" 

"Where is Naruto-kun? What have you done with him!!" Hinata screamed at the top of her lungs, her lavender eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched. She observed as the red-eyed monster's smile faded as a result of her demanding questions, and he instead furrowed his brows.

He grumbled deeply before turning away from the bed and taking a single step around it to face her.

Hinata tensed up.

The blonde maniac clicked his tongue and turned in her direction to expose the entirety of his naked body. 

His tan muscles flexed and clenched in response to his movements, and the blue veins that had been hidden inside of him began to emerge and rise to the surface across his ripped frame.

His chest was accompanied by strong muscles, a six pack that enhanced the intimidating seal tattooed around his navel. But at the moment, the seal was blinking continuously from black to white; as if glowing. 

Hinata, bewildered, stood back and watched him from a distance, her lips quivering. 

As more and more time elapsed, she could feel her shock grow exponentially.

She could not, for the life of her, wrap her head around the scene before her. 

She couldn't make sense of it all. 

It seemed as though she was witnessing her beloved change into a completely different entity. The being that was before her seemed completely transformed from the Naruto she knew and loved, becoming more chiseled and buff. 

'But how can that be? Where has my Naruto-kun gone?’ Hinata reflected in her mind, extremely perplexed. 

In silence, the blonde monster occupying her lover's body stepped across the floor with ease, bringing him to a position where he could face Hinata head on.

However, his new position revealed another monstrous aspect of him that appeared to have transformed as well. 

Hinata's cheeks flushed crimson when she noticed the red-eyed male's well-endowed cock rock back and forth between his thighs as he moved, swinging and swaying with little control at all. 

His cock, which sprouted from a patch of blonde hair and sported a thick girth and a monstrously furious tip, was discovered completely erect, active, and eager to play.

Hinata swore she felt her heart skip a beat, her gaze fixed on his veiny, bulging manhood for a little longer than she would have liked. 

Before answering her earlier query, the blonde beast grinned at her, once more displaying one of his maniacal grins.

"Oh, love, that is where you are mistaken. I am your Naruto-kun-" 

"No! You're lying." 

The wicked blonde laughed before tilting his blonde head in response to Hinata's refusing cries.

"Oh, but I am-" 

"No!! You can't be!" 

"Alright, fine." The husky voice of the blonde monster growled, baring his teeth in frustration. He gave his lips a smack, "I must confess that I am not the Naruto you are familiar with, but rather a mere extension, a fragment of him." 

Hinata was quick to shake her head in denial, gripping the wooden material of the dresser behind her tighter, "No, I don't believe a single word you say. Naruto-kun is not comparable to you in any way. Even if what you say is true, as his lover, he would have told me about you beforehand-" 

"Ahh, but, you see, it's your dear Naruto-kun who is the reason I'm standing here in front of you now, in command after all of this time." 

"Wh-What?" Hinata whimpered in disbelief, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach as she tried to make sense of the ominous blonde's words, her eyes racing over the monstrous figure in front of her. 

She grimaced. 

Even his height was unusual, soaring into the sky like a giant, towering over her from afar. The blonde monster looked down at her with those piercing red eyes of his, which lacked pupils and was instead shrouded in a venomous crimson with an accompanying black veil. 

Her lover's gorgeous cerulean eyes, which she always found appealing to gaze into and lose herself in, were gone, entirely gone. 

Hinata began to hyperventilate, "Wh-What are you talking about?" 

She watched as the red-eyed male clicked his tongue before beginning to take a step toward her.

She backed into the dresser even further, trying desperately to keep as much distance between them as possible. 

She shook her head, "Don't. Don't come any closer." 

The grinning maniac chuckled due to her movement, but he did halt, "You see, your precious Naruto-kun is taking a nap at the moment, resting so as to give me complete and total control to carry out my end of the bargain." 

"B-Bargain? Wh-What kind of bargain?" 

The ominous blonde male took another step forward, rushing one hand forth to wave it about.  

He grinned, "You want me to let you in on a little secret, hm, sweetheart?" 

In an instant, Hinata nodded, eager to learn everything she could about her beloved Naruto-kun. 

In response to her remark, the dark being in front of her expressed satisfaction and rejoiced at the chance to inform her of the information she was still in the dark about. 

She watched as the sinister blonde grinned yet again, his red eyes sparking in the darkness, "I must confess, that your little boy toy has made the decision to compromise with his dark side. He has once more embraced the darkest parts of himself in an effort to please…" The blonde male pointed one finger forth, directing it at the shaky midnight blue-haired woman from afar. He narrowed his crimson eyes, "you." 

Hinata's eyebrows shot sky high, "M-Me?" 

Her entire mood began to change due to devastation, and for once she was now berating the heavens because of Naruto's impulsive decision.

'Oh Naruto-kun, what have you done? What have I led you to do?' Hinata mused quite intensely in her brain, battling her feelings once more. 

She whimpered, shaking her head, "Why? Why on earth would Naruto do such a thing-?" 

She watched as Dark Naruto, the dark side of her lover, clicked his tongue, folding his limbs, including his bandaged prosthetic arm across his broad chest. 

"Oh my sweet, sweet, Hinata-chan. You do not see it do you? Naruto comes to you about all of his faults, all of his flaws, but this time, my dear, I'm afraid he possesses a problem only I can help him with." 

Hinata's breath hitched, her chest heaving.

Dark Naruto raised his head, "After all, he is severely torn apart and has been for some time now. It's a shame to say, but I think he believes he's been disappointing you, my dear." 

"Disappointing me?" Hinata's brows furrowed in concern. Her long hair seemed to follow her motion as she shook her head for the thousandth time, which the monstrous blonde undoubtedly observed with those diabolical eyes of his. 

He hummed, low in his throat. 

"No! No, you've got it all wrong. Naruto-kun could never disappoint me-" 

"Oh, but it sure seems that way, hun." The spiky-haired blonde took another step forward, shrugging his broad shoulders, "He seems to feel as if he cannot successfully gratify you, not in a way that you deserve to be gratified. It's a shame how much such an issue has been bothering him, and you weren't able to notice it." 

The blonde male's words were now produced in low growls, slipping through clenched teeth to fill up the dark room around him. 

With every word that the monstrous blonde in front of Hinata spoke, her trembling grew worse and worse, never once seeming to cease.

She stared at the altered version of her lover in mixed emotions, trapped in a world of confusion due to the situation that was presented to her.

She swallowed nervously, "I-I don't u-understand-" 

The blonde male leaned his heavy set body over, pulling his arms wide apart, "Oh my love, have I not spoken a single word to you? Have you not been listening?" 

"I-I have b-but-" 

"So it is easy to decipher that your precious Naruto-kun has finally allowed me—the darkest part of him to emerge to help fulfill you, to fuck you just as you've always wanted to be fucked." 

Dark Naruto chuckled, "So, I help your precious Naruto-kun, he helps you, and I get to finally have you, therefore, we all can be happy, eh? One big happy couple." 

Hinata's breathing instantly became more rapid, her eyes widening as she heard her lover's deepened voice declare his intentions in terms she could comprehend.

The blonde lunatic was talking about sex. 

Sexual intercourse. 

Hinata found herself shaking her head yet again out of fear, "No, I will not do anything with the likes of you. You are not the Naruto-kun, I know. You are not Naruto-kun-" 

A deep roar erupted from the booming chest of the red-eyed male from a distance, instantly silencing all of Hinata's remarks and putting an end to her retaliation.

Dark Naruto growled, dragging his red eyes down to the floor. He cursed, clenching one fist, "Damnit, that bastard said you'd cooperate. He assured me that you would obey for his sake." He muttered underneath his breath before lifting his head, to plant his eyes back on his terrified lover yet again.

He realized Hinata was now staring at him with widened eyes, obviously catching what he had muttered. 

Dark Naruto took another step forward again, clicking his tongue, "How about this—if I provide you a better explanation, perhaps you'll think twice about your picky attitude, yeah?" 

Hinata whimpered.

Dark Naruto grinned.

He nodded, interpreting her whimper as a yes, and so, he went on with his plans anyhow. 

"Well then, the circumstances are pretty straightforward, I assure you, love. Naruto and I share a mind, a body, and a soul. We are one and the same." 

Dark Naruto took a step forward.

"His pain is my pain." 

Another step. 

"His hatred is my hatred." 

Another step.

"His weaknesses are my own." Dark Naruto shrugged his shoulders, "As well as his strengths." 

Another step.

Dark Naruto's eyes shone brighter, soaking up Hinata's look of sheer shock, a sight that signified she was finally getting it.

He licked his lips before taking his place directly in front of his desire, his crimson gaze fixated on Hinata's gleaming lavender ones.

He moaned, "We have lots in common, sweetheart. But most of all, we share the same devotion and love…for you." 

Hinata's breath caught in her throat as she felt a warm body crash against her own, a rock hard chest brushing across her perky tits.

Now, there was nowhere to run.

She was suddenly pinned against the dresser she had wished to use as a retreat, the dark alter ego of her boyfriend forcing her into a corner.

He pinned her further to her spot by extending his arms and encircling her bare body with them. He slid his muscular limbs back to clutch her hands against the dresser, all the while maintaining eye contact with her.

He was now completely leaning against her, taking advantage of her bewildered state to barge into her vicinity and ensnare her. 

And there and then, Hinata could feel how different his entire demeanor was, how it made her feel so many different emotions that she found impossible to handle.

His aura suffocated her, robbing her of every breath she drew and leading her to hyperventilate and gasp for air like a fish out of water. 

His eyes and mere body were more than capable of keeping her frozen in place like a mere statue for his pleasure. 

His eyes were voracious, sparkling and glowing like two blazing rubies as he dwelled in his own head, fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to her body, all the ways he wanted to rip her apart and submit her to his will.

His body was enormous, so enormous that it covered her entire frame, blocking her view of the rest of the room, forcing her to focus solely on him.

However, strangely enough, something about his aura not only terrified her but also…

Aroused her. 

Now that the blonde male was so close, practically breathing down her neck, her body was beginning to act impulsively against her will. 

Her womanly impulses were beginning to surge and, unexpectedly, her body began to call out to the ominous blonde male in front of her; the same way it always does for Naruto-kun.  

It was undoubtedly a sin for her to find the enormous beast before her enthralling, his dark aura surging deep into her body, seeping through her very pores to taint every bit of her insides. 

His aura, alone, began to cause her to feel things that were entirely inappropriate and certainly not what she desired to feel at the moment. 

She began to feel her nipples hardened within the visible air, growing unbearably hard which caused her to squirm. Tingles rushed throughout her entire body causing her thighs to jiggle, and her love juices to drip down her thighs.

She glanced up in shock at her lover's dark form, her entire world engulfed by red glowing eyes and an unpleasantly overwhelming temptation that grew stronger and stronger the longer she remained in such close proximity to the blonde beast before her. 

It was as if simply gazing into his crimson eyes corrupted her body, as if staring into them stripped away her virtue and consequently ravaged her body in a way it had never been done before.

She found herself in a panting mess, clammy and feverish, with the room's walls seemingly closing in on her as a result of his intense gaze.

She whimpered as she felt the red-eyed male reach his fingers forward to brush the hair that covered her right cheek behind her ear, thoughtfully moving it out of her face. 

"Don't be afraid, my love. After all, I was given permission to be here."

"Y-You were?" Hinata whimpered under her breath, words that the blonde male absorbed completely. He clung onto every word that passed her lips, waiting impatiently for her delicate voice to emerge and soothe his very soul.

Even at the mere sound of his sweet lover's soothing whispers, his well-endowed cock twitched between his thighs, reacting in a frenzy.

Dark Naruto smirked before running the back of his hand along Hinata's flushed cheeks, savoring the heat of her flesh.

He snickered, "Yes, of course. I'm not here to hurt you; I'm here to liberate you, dear. I simply want to satisfy your deepest, darkest desires right here, right now. If that's what you wish, I'd be thrilled to keep you satisfied all night long."

"O-Oh kami." Once more, Hinata felt out of breath, "This is a-all so much." 

Hinata moved her head to get away from the towering beast's searing grip, but his stare merely followed her.

His touch merely followed. 

In a stupor, her vision clouded as she absorbed the husky tone of the dark incarnation of her lover's speech, breathing his hot, enticing breath against her flustered face.

He drove his body so deeply into hers that she could feel the dresser pressing into her backside.

Dark Naruto groaned, his glowing red eyes scanning Hinata's body pushed against him once more. He couldn't help but snicker as he caught sight of her plump nipples, now hardened as a rock, and her quivering thighs which imprisoned her pretty pink pussy from his gaze. 

But not for long. 

He smirked naughtily, "Oh baby, there's no need to hide anymore. I am aware of what you desire, of what you desire more of." 

The dark blonde tilted his head, gazing down at his midnight blue-haired beauty, "All this time, I have rested behind the eyes of your lover and I must say, I have been watching you, sweetheart. I know you, just as your Naruto-kun knows you, heh." 

Dark Naruto leaned forward, pressing his lips against her right ear as he hovered over her. 

Hinata's breath hitched yet again, all time seemingly coming to a standstill as she felt the blonde grace her ear with the pleasant warmth of his breath, just before the emergence of his titillating voice.  

"I have noticed the yearn in your eyes for more during lovemaking. I have sense the appeal inside you to have your body toyed with, to be fucked unapologetically; hard and rough." The blonde breathed hotly against her ear causing her to squirm, "My sweetheart, I am aware of how much you desire to find relief from the ache inside of you, and to experience the naughty world that perpetually plays in your thoughts." 

In that moment, the two individual's breathing synchronized, and Dark Naruto took it upon himself to lean back, lift one hand, and cup his lover's chin.

He yanked Hinata's head up roughly, allowing her glossy lavender eyes to focus solely on him. 

"Just admit it to me, sweetheart. Admit it." 

He watched as Hinata practically crumbled in his grasp, her legs shaking beneath her, slamming back into the dresser behind her for she was on the brink of collapsing. 

He noticed her cheeks grow redder and redder, her once pure and innocent lavender eyes turning murky and unreadable.

Dark Naruto let out a hum of satisfaction, "I see you, Hinata-chan. I see your desires, and I am now here to fulfill them all, to give you what you want. I'm merely here to help you, just as you're here helping your beloved Naruto-kun." 

Dark Naruto ran his thumb along Hinata's beautifully sculpted chin, admiring her flesh beneath his thick digit. Hinata jolted in her spot, writhing as though shocked by electricity, at his mere touch.

Dark Naruto took a deep breath and ran his thumb across Hinata's lips, watching as she gently parted them for him.

He groaned deeply, "Your beloved Naruto-kun let go. Now, it's your turn." 

Dark Naruto's words electrified Hinata, serving as a paralyzer and therefore incapacitating her bones, muscles, hell, her entire body, leaving every part of her immobile. She couldn't move one inch and was forced to listen to every word he muttered.

Her body was like jelly in his grip, melting as a portion of her soul was opened up, a part of her that had never been tapped into before.

Naruto's darkest side was now tapping into her darker side, opening the doors to her desires, yearnings, and pleads. 

Her invisible boundaries were collapsing beneath the weight of his invasion, his attempts effortlessly breaking through to view the core depths of her, both good and bad. 

She whimpered 

She was caught.

Hinata never thought she would be.

Hinata never imagined that Naruto, of all people, would see through her and unearth her deepest darkest desires, which she keeps hidden inside.

Indeed, Hinata has found herself wanting more during sexual intercourse.

She thoroughly enjoyed the slow love making in which she was showered with love and praise, every inch of her body caressed, and delighted at her lover's presence. 

But eventually, it wasn't enough.

She constantly felt guilty for feeling that way. She'd always thought it was very selfish of her to want more from her lover than what he typically provided her during sex.

Hinata felt terrible for wanting to engage in sexual intercourse at a faster pace, a raw side with unapologetic components that rocked her world like never before. 

She secretly yearned for a brutal, merciless fucking. She desired to be ravaged in a way that would entirely distort her mind and elevate her soul. 

She desired to experience a rougher side of sex, one that would definitely cause her to lose all sense of self, break down her walls, and liberate her of the weight she carried within. 

She longed to be completely free. 

And now, the opportunity was practically knocking on her door, in all of its dark seductive delight for her and her alone.

She was finally able to get what she desired, and with the permission of her lover. 

Her wish was finally about to be accomplished.

Dark Naruto suddenly pulled her out of her thoughts by taking his hand from her chin and grabbing her throat, which caused her breath to hitch once more. 

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a thick thumb pushed into the gap between her lips in an excited effort to explore the inside of her mouth. 

Hinata moaned around her yami lover's thick thumb, his red eyes peering down at her blissful state in glee. 

Dark Naruto's thumb was huge, slamming against the entirety of her tongue and the roof of her mouth in a single motion. His digit wormed its way through wads of her saliva to reach the very back of her throat. He pushed his thumb so far inside her mouth that his knuckle touched her lips. 

Instantly, she was overcome with a sense of major discomfort and she began to gag, retching on his one digit, which he used to further pry open her gates of desire. 

Dark Naruto hummed, delighted by the naughty sounds Hinata was making by his kinky actions. 

"Ooh, look at that. Such a good girl you are, obediently taking my finger down that tight throat of yours. Heh," The red-eyed male nodded, "You're considering my offer, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart." 

Without a second thought, Hinata found her head nodding between her gags, prompting Dark Naruto to ease her throat from his thick thumb. 

He slipped his finger out of her mouth with a wet plop, to grip her throat with one hand again, cutting the oxygen from her lungs.

He breathed deeply against her skin, watching as his lover croaked and whimpered in his hold, saliva slipping from her lips.

"Please, pl-please."

"Please what, huh?" 

"Please I-I-I want it." Hinata shook her head, sobbing as she finally confessed her wishes, no longer hiding.

"I sh-shouldn't. B-But I cannot deny my desires a-any longer. I w-w-want you." 

Now that was precisely what Dark Naruto wanted to hear.

Naruto's evil form was truly relieved that Hinata was no longer hiding, that she was no longer portraying herself as an innocent little bunny but something far more dark. 

Something far more desirable for his taste. 

He breathed out a breath through his clenched teeth, gripping Hinata's throat tighter with his bandaged hand, "Ahh, finally, now that's the obedience I was promised. You see, my darling, how liberating it is to trust?" Dark Naruto laughed, "Hah! You've finally said it. Now doesn't that make you feel better, my love, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders." 

Hinata nodded her head frantically, moaning softly when her cheek was graced by a kiss from the yami version of her lover. 

"Yes! Oh yes! I-If N-Naruto-kun has given you permission to be here, then I-I give you permission to u-use me however you like." Hinata nodded once more, confirming her wishes, "I want it. I want it all." 

Dark Naruto threw back his head and let out a long groan of need in response to Hinata's words, which he had only imagined of her saying to him and him personally.

He's always wanted Hinata to look at him in the same way she looks at his lighter side. 

With a gaze of acceptance, dedication, and complete devotion.

Dark Naruto has always desired Hinata, has always been so fucking crazy about her. He was continually clawing at Naruto's brain in an attempt to gain control, to take over, and enjoy Hinata's love and attention entirely for himself.

However, the bastard always overpowered him, kept him at a distance so he merely watched in the background; left alone to constantly wish for things he believed he would never be able to have.

But now, the time has come.

Finally giving up, his beloved Hinata has acknowledged her deepest, darkest desires—desires that only he can satiate.

And oh boy, he was going to.

He was going to rock her world silly. 

Dark Naruto sighed in delight, raising his head to meet his lover's gaze once more. 

He was in awe of her, and he showed it by rocking his tongue along the top of his teeth, shuddering in his spot as a tingle surged throughout his shredded body to settle within his groin. 

His dick twitched yet again, reaching out for Hinata. 

Only then, Dark Naruto flashed a very dark but naughty smirk, "Oh, Hinata-chan, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say those words. You've made me a very happy man tonight—a very happy man." 

Dark Naruto hummed lowly, the sound echoing from his chest, "Oh baby, we're going to have so much fun and I guarantee that you will enjoy every last second of it." The red-eyed male gripped Hinata's throat tighter, causing her to gasp for air.

"Won't you, my naughty girl?" 

"Yes! Yes, I-I will!"

To him, that sounded like music.

He grinned in glee, "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl." 

Dark Naruto groaned in want before suddenly tugging Hinata forward, away from the dresser, by her neck, allowing her body to crash upon his.

She let out a surprised yelp in response.

The blonde released his hold on her throat in one swift motion, and instead, swung one arm around her, scooping her up with ease. 

Hinata gasped and clutched to her yami lover's taut muscles, reveling in his warmth and dark temptation and thus becoming increasingly susceptible and submissive to his demands. 

Dark Naruto slid his free hand forward, grabbing the handle of the dresser behind Hinata and pulling it open to fetch what was within.

He breathed deeply into his lover's ear, shocking her by roughly taking a handful of her plump ass into his prosthetic's grasp. 

Hinata yelped.

Dark Naruto groaned.

"I have a surprise for you, darling. Something that your beloved Naruto-kun and I had planned for this very night." 

After those words were spoken to her, Hinata's ears were suddenly filled with the sound of a rattle and clang of an object, emitting a noise similar to that of a chain. 

Hinata slowly moved her head over her shoulder to peek at the items her yami lover was holding, but once she did, she felt her body grow tremendously hot and her pussy release more of its contents all down her legs. 

Hinata blushed, "O-Oh kami." She breathed out, speechless. 

At that very moment, Naruto proudly showed off two sex toys, toys she's never seen before in her entire life. 

A purple collar with a chain attached.

Purple leather cuffs. 

Her breathing quickened as she saw him raise them up in front of her, dangling the two sex toys in front of her face. 

Dark Naruto grinned, the same maniacal grin as before but this time, Hinata didn't feel fear from witnessing it but instead…

Exhilaration.

Dark Naruto jankled the collar and leather bracelets playfully before her eyes, tilting his blonde head while he was at it.

"Mmm, now, in order for this to work, for me to completely satisfy you as you like—you must fully accept your desires, completely let go, and allow me to claim your body as my very own, to do with it whatever I wish."

Once more, Naruto jiggled the sex toys, sending pings into the air, "So you must play the part. You must fully commit to being my pet, Hinata-chan. Commit to being my own personal plaything, collared and bound like a good girl for her master, yes?" 

Hinata was made speechless once more, hyperventilating, trembling, throbbing, possessed by many desires as she was hit with phrases she had only imagined.

It was as if the dark version of Naruto knew precisely what was going on within her head. It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted, or at least what she secretly desired anyway. 

It was as if he could read her mind. 

Her gaze was drawn to the sex toys in front of her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning, the sheer sight of the toys thrilling her even more, driving her to be totally reckless.  

Her cheeks flushed redder when she found her head nodding frantically, her pussy twitching in between her thighs, "Oh kami, yes. I-I want to be played with. I-I want to be your plaything." 

Dark Naruto's legendary sinister smirk returned, stretching across his whiskered face to express his satisfaction.

He cackled, gripping her naked body tighter to his towering frame which soared over her just as she imagined. 

Her large breasts smacked against his stone-cold chest, her tits stroking his flesh in a vertical motion.

Dark Naruto hissed in glee, his eyes gleaming brighter, a physical display that he was certainly going to tear her to shreds.

"Mmm, now that's a good girl. A very good girl. You shall be deeply rewarded, my love." 

Hinata had no idea the full meaning of her words, or what was truly in store for her as a result of her complete indulgence in her fantasy.

All she knew was that she had been promised a wild ride, one she would never forget, based on Naruto's dark aura, enticing declarations, and his maniacal smirk.

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Stray ❝part six❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You run into someone from the past, no way this can be real? Bucky finds you in distress, and is there to comfort you.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, angst, abuse, nightmares, fluff, language

Part 7

After sitting on the porch steps until the sun went down, you headed inside without another word to Bucky. Desperately needing your brain to shut off, no more thinking.

But you were never that lucky.

You stayed curled up on your bed, having a staring contest with the ceiling until your body didn’t have the strength to keep your eyes open anymore. You wish it didn’t have to be so difficult, but you didn’t complain, and welcomed the darkness.

For the first time, your mind wasn’t wandering, wasn’t latching onto horrifying memories to drown itself in. Instead, you found nothing, like a blank page in a notebook. Nothing pulled your focus, only the never ending emptiness. Although unsettling, you welcomed the view immediately.

Until a loud scream from downstairs frazzled you from your thoughtless sleep.

Sitting up in bed, your body felt tingly, skin erupting in goosebumps in fear. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake in the middle of the night. The strange, eerie noises weren’t new to you either, but something about the way that scream sounded, it had been too clear.

In nothing but your silk nightgown, you padded down the stairs, in random curiosity. You should’ve been more scared, but perhaps this was becoming your normal.

The house was dark, and deadly silent. Only the sound of the creaking steps could be heard.

“(Y/n)…”

A voice whispered from downstairs, making you clench your fists anxiously, forcing yourself to swallow through the tightness of your throat.

You couldn’t distinguish the voice, it didn’t sound like Bucky. The thought of someone breaking into the house added more panic, and you couldn’t help your mind to wonder first…

Was Bucky okay?

Making it all the way down the stairs, you were met with darkness, the house looking vacant. Bucky was nowhere to be seen, his makeshift bed on the living room couch, gone.

“Bucky?” You whispered out, hoping he was around somewhere.

Your chest suddenly ached, the familiar burn returning in your nose. The thought worked it’s way to the front of your mind.

Did he leave me?

You couldn’t help the tears that trailed down your cheeks, the betrayal physically trying to rip your heart from your chest. Soon you were quietly sobbing, gripping the couch cushions from behind, occasionally clenching your eyes shut, opening them in hopes he’d appear. The threat of an intruder was forgotten, the aching pain of being abandoned consuming you.

“Sweetie?”

The horrifyingly familiar voice spoke from behind you, your whole body freezing, limbs stiff in disbelief. With a tear stained face, you turned slowly, your fear blown orbs meeting with a pair of eyes you thought you’d never see again.

“M-mommy?” You gasped out, the name sour rolling off your tongue.

Mother’s eyes held warmth, tenderness. Her smile was inviting and infectious, but you knew better. She outstretched her arms, opening them, silently inviting you to her embrace. You couldn’t help the flinch when she had moved her arms, remembering her touch too well.

Mother’s happy facade slipped the slightest bit, falling back into a fake smile when she caught your flinch.

“Come here daughter.” She cooed, her voice smooth like honey, mocking the warmth a true Mother would have.

Your feet were frozen in place, body shaking slightly in panic. She couldn’t be back, no.

“This isn’t real.” You muttered to yourself, digging your fingernails into your palm, cutting the delicate skin in attempt to wake from this nightmare.

“Oh honey… It’s very real. I’m real. I’m not dead.” She told you genuinely.

Tears unknowingly began to fall from your eyes again, overwhelmed with the image of your Mother standing before you.

“Yo- you’re d-dead.,” You mumbled to yourself, You’re dead.” You continued to repeat, hoping that you’d somehow believe yourself.

“That’s all you want you little bitch! Wishing I was dead! You’re a waste of space you fucking demon!” Mother spat venomously, the false warmth and comfort gone like it had never existed.

Flinching back from her words, you couldn’t help but be ashamed at the normalcy of it all. This was your normal, or it used to be that is.

“Not real… You’re not real.” You repeated, heart pounding, your ears ringing in alert.

Your mumbling only made her angrier, though she hadn’t made a move towards you yet, the suspense of when she’d pounce was killing you.

“You’ll see soon enough how real I am… When I’m cutting off your chest while you’re still awake! Then you’ll see how real I fucking am!” Mother screamed, her threat chilling, bile collecting in your throat.

“No…” You whimpered out, ”You’re not—”

“You finish that and I will shatter your fucking spine, you hear me?” Mother warned, taking slow steps towards you.

Feeling the bile threatening to shoot up, you keep your lips sealed. Trembling, tears painting your cheeks, neck and chest.

“I just wanted to see my daughter,” She spoke softly suddenly, “But I can see you’ve been bad. You know what has to happen, right honey?”

A sob escaped your lips, the scars littering your back aching from just the thought of what was to come.

“Now, turn around. Take your dress off.” She demanded.

Almost instinctively, you had turned around with swaying steps, sliding your gown off, and kneeled to the floor. The tears were trailing faster down your cheeks now, in defeat. The sound of her whip was much like an old friend, familiar. You had been in this position many, many times.

Except before, you didn’t know of Bucky. Now as you prepared to count your slashes, you let your mind wander to Bucky. In a way, you felt comforted, despite him leaving you. The warmth you felt in your chest when you thought of him could not be avoided.

“Stupid girl.” Mother hissed, before letting her whip fly. The last thing you felt, was the agonizing burn on your back, before everything went black.

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Bucky was staring into the wall, in hopes his brain would eventually shut off. His mind was everywhere, paranoia mixed with restlessness. Joy mixed with confusion. And then there was you.

He fought to keep himself from drowning in the sea that was you. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of attachment to you. You cared for him at his worst, even after getting to know him little, you offered your home. You were sweet and gentle, only ever doing what would make him comfortable, happy. You actually saw him as a person.

He didn’t know how long you’d let him stay until you got annoyed of his presence. But he’d stay as long as you allowed him to, until you sent him away. Even then, he’d want to stay. But if you told him to go, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He felt like he owed his entire life to you.

A startling thud against the window had him jumping from his spot, standing up defensively. His heartbeat was threatening to burst out of his chest, his pupils blown in fear. Afraid that they finally found him.

With cautious steps, he made his way to the window, the one that now had a small crack in it. With furrowed brows, and was going to head outside to investigate further.

Until he heard you screaming from upstairs.

Immediately, adrenaline was pumping through his veins. His body on high alert because you were in distress. Without hesitation, he forgot about the thud against the window, sprinting up the stairs.

Your screams were getting louder the closer he got to your room, which he’d never been in. Now that he was close to your door, he could hear the pure terror and desperation in your screams, causing his heart to ache.

Deciding that now wasn’t the time to be polite, he swung the door open, only to physically feel his heart break at the sight in front of him.

You were on the floor in front of your bed, nightgown pooling around you, leaving you bare. Thrashing around, with your eyes clenched shut, you were holding onto the edge of the bed frame, exposing your scarred back to him.

Bucky quickly sensed that you were having a nightmare, and without thinking, he ran to you, squatting down to your level.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!” Bucky spoke desperately, letting his hands cradle your face, attempting to wipe away the tears.

“It’s just a nightmare! I’m here with you!” He spoke loudly, listening to your screams die down, while your sobbing quieted.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes with a pained gasp, eyes wide, pupils blown in panic. You looked around in paranoia, the nightmare still fresh on your mind.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Bucky told you softly, his gentle voice soothing you.

Your eyes locked on his and you felt your entire body relax, despite being so vulnerable, nude in front of him. You wanted nothing more than to feel safe and protected in his arms.

“Bucky…” You whimpered, voice hoarse and desperate.

Bucky’s eyes softened at your weak voice, his hands releasing your face, hovering by his sides.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Nothing is gonna hurt you.” He told you genuinely, his voice quiet and gentle, making sure he didn’t scare you.

Without another thought, you launched yourself in his arms. Burying yourself into his chest, snuggling your face in the crook of his neck. You kept your arms cradled to your chest, attempting to mold yourself into him.

Bucky’s eyes widened at your sudden movements, his body freezing up at the feel of your body so tightly snug against his. He could feel your body trembling, he could feel your erratic breath, warm against his neck.

You felt his body go rigid from your touch, and immediately you felt guilty. You knew he didn’t like to be touched, but you desperately needed a comforting hold. You needed his touch.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s rigid body was only because he was so shocked. The feeling of your body finally pressed against him. The warmth melting into his skin from yours. Your skin feeling as soft as he had imagined it would be. He couldn’t believe he’d been near you for months, without being able to feel your gentle touch. Now that he’s gotten a taste, he didn’t want to go without it. He was starved of touch, and you were suddenly filling the void.

Snapping out of his shock, he let his palms gently touch your textured back, feeling you lean into his touch immediately. He slowly pulled you tighter against him, fully wrapping his arms around you, caging you in his protective embrace.

You sighed into his neck, feeling his arms curl around you just how you needed them to be.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, (Y/n).” Bucky whispered, internally promising to be your protector.

This time, tears of relief and happiness started to run from your eyes. The moisture rubbing against his neck, only making him hold you tighter. You had never felt so protected, in his arms you felt invincible.

You tried to speak, but couldn’t find the energy to move your mouth. Your entire body exhausted. Instead, you shifted slightly, snuggling comfortably in his arms, letting your eyes shut.

You were quickly falling into a peaceful slumber, knowing you had someone to protect you while you were away.

Bucky’s heart swelled at your fragile, curled up form in his lap. Moving himself slowly, he leaned back up against the bed, holding you in his arms.

And before you were completely out, you heard the faintest whisper.

“My guardian angel.”

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Mae's Horny Thought of The Week

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Your boyfriend has been nagging you for weeks to show you off to his followers, you thought it would just be a quick hello, but he had other ideas.

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Pairing: streamer boyfriend x gn!reader

tw: gn!reader, pushy and toxic boyfriend, implied smut, filming, exhibition, vulgar talk, blow job mention

notes: very short but anywho, a quick gift before I disappear for two weeks. reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated! I don't know how streaming or twitch or whatever works soooo, also for this whole plot his followers are all 18+ , might actually make a full fic cause i love this idea.

Anyway, enjoy!

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While I may go on about big, beefy, strong outdoorsmen, that doesn't mean I don't have a bit of a thing for nerdy/geeky guys as well. So let's talk about it.

You've been dating your boyfriend for a while now, only just moving in together recently. You've been with your boyfriend long enough to watch his streaming followers go from double digits into the millions. He has a bit of a cult following and his followers adore him, and by extension they adore you. While you've never shown your face, you join in on his streams every now and then. You were a bit shy with his followers and are hesitant to speak during the games. But your boyfriend, ever the supportive boyfriend, would encourage you to join in more and to speak more. For a while, his followers were content with just your voice, but recently they've been a bit demanding. asking for a face reveal.

you told your boyfriend that you were uncomfortable with that, and at first, he understood. Until his followers got a bit too demanding. while not all his followers were being rude, a loud minority were threatening to unfollow him. Usually, your boyfriend wouldn't care, but when these same followers began to taunt him and questioned whether you were even his girlfriend, it caused your boyfriend to "snap" in a way.

You told him no, but he just kept asking. You didn't want your face to be shown, but he was constant in his nagging. he wasn't unkind about it, just a little bit pushy. weeks of asking and finally you accepted but only if it would be for a minute, a quick minute and then you would leave. he was a little disappointed but was happy you said yes.

the day came and you were so fucking nervous. you knew the internet could be cruel and you wanted to keep yourself far far away from that. it comforted you that his followers already had a liking for you, but what if it backfired? you were so worried about the negative, you didn't know what to do when it was overwhelmingly positive, a bit too positive

ghostfinder69: so fucking hot

fireit_up11: can't believe you kept them from us

turnipslayer02: can you blame him? wouldn't want some incel to add them to their spank bank

catterkat33: wanna fuck them so bad

ghostfinder69: make them cum on your cock or i unfollow

You tried to hide your concern and discomfort by laughing it off, hoping your boyfriend would shut it all down and tell those followers off. but they weren't the only ones, it seemed every single comment that came through was dirty and vulgar, many urging you to act like their personal cam girl/boy/person. one follower even tipped your boyfriend $50 bucks so that he would take your shirt off. you got up to leave only for your boyfriend to push you back down.

"wouldn't want to disappoint them now, would we?"

catterkat33: fuck them raw

slappteraaa: i wanna see you cum in their ass

turnipslayer02: get them to gag on your dick

1fckurm0m: look at them acting all shy, i bet they're a fucking slut

it was only meant to be a quick camo. so why were you sucking your boyfriend off in front of millions?

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