#tw forced marriage

[cheesecakethots]

geto having a cute little non-sorcerer wife that he swears he hates.

he only marries you for your father’s riches, and so when you arrive on his doorstep he leaves the maids to tell you where you’ll be staying; the room furthest from his own.

you’ve been instructed not to so much as look at him, but he finds that he hardly sees you, anyway. you’re more like a ghost that haunts the manor than his wife.

most of the time he’ll happen to pass you sat alone in the garden, dressed in pretty kimonos that have most definitely been suited to his tastes. he hardly speaks to you, the only time he has was when the two of you had accidentally bumped into each other when turning a corner.

“watch it, monkey,” he had hissed, before continuing on with his day. he later found himself thinking on the nervous expression and faint embarrassed blush that had adorned your face. he had been tempted to smash his head against the wall to rid himself of the memory, as it plagued him the entire evening.

your father starts visiting and he has the basic decency to at least pretend as though he loves you. it results in awkward proximity and unloving kisses to your forehead, at least until your father leaves.

for some time, geto’s not entirely sure as to why you play along. you could go to your father and ask to leave this loveless marriage, could you not? then it dawns on him; your father doesn’t care, and you already know that. geto doesn’t like how a tiny part of his chest aches when he thinks too hard about that fact.

it’s not as though he leaves you locked up in some basement, withering away. you’re allowed to explore most of the manor, most of your needs can be met by asking the maids and very rarely he will permit you to visit the nearby town marketplace with some guards.

he starts seeing you more. he’ll sometimes find himself out in the garden, pretending that he has any business outside other than to keep an eye on you. he’ll never admit it, but it can sometimes calm him down, just watching you go about your day. to him it’s like watching a pet trot about, not realising their owner is watching with keen eyes. you’re still just a useless monkey, of course.

one day he discovers you crying in the garden you love so much. he’s never seen you cry before, hell, he’s hardly seen any emotions on you.

“what happened?” he finds himself asking before he can stop. you jump in your seat, not having expected him to be beside you.

“nothing, really,” you say, your voice still shaky and your hand wiping away at drying tears, “i’m sorry to have bothered you.”

he frowns, his patience quickly wearing thin. “tell me, now. what happened?”

you sigh, and some part of him can’t help but note how pretty your eyes look, despite the redness around them. he pushes the thought out before it can properly settle.

“my father sent me a letter,” you confess. “he’s… not happy with me.”

he steps closer to you. “why?”

you hesitate, your mouth opening and closing, but the expression he wears has you telling the truth.

“he wishes that i was pregnant with your child. i have told him that i am not, and never will be, and he… well, he’s not happy.”

suguru raises an eyebrow. “never will be… ?”

you blush, looking to the floor. “i know that you hate me. it may be easier for you to have a child with another.”

he scoffs.

“i don’t-“ geto pauses himself. “do you really think i’m the type of man to have a bastard with some whore?”

“w-well, no, but-“

“do you wish to stay married to me?”

you gulp. “no. i don’t.”

he pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something.

“if you give me a child, i’ll allow you to leave. you’ll still be married to me in name, but you won’t have to stay here, and you won’t be tethered to your father.”

your jaw drops for a moment, and then you collect yourself. “will i be able to see the child after i give birth?”

“sometimes,” he tells you. in reality, he doubt he’d ever let you near them, but you don’t need to know that.

“… okay.”

he finds it harder to convince himself that he hates everything about you when he has you beneath him, your ankles on his broad shoulders and your hands pressing against his back. he can’t help but fuck you even faster when hearing you whine and mewl. he wants to lick the expression you have off of your face, but refuses to indulge in the idea.

“su-su-suguru!” you cry. he stills inside you for just a moment. it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say his name. he was beginning to think you had forgotten it.

he grabs onto your wrists with one hand, pressing them above your head and manhandling you into another position, one in which he can somehow go even deeper than before.

he chuckles, low and raspy, “stupid fucking monkey…”

he’s starting to wonder if maybe he needs two kids. maybe four? hm. maybe you do have your usefulness. maybe he shouldn’t let you go, after all.

#i know this is ooc but idgaf #forgive me i haven’t watched jjk s2 and i barely remember geto but he’s hot so idc if it’s so ooc #allow me to dream #yandere geto suguru #tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere jjk #yandere getou #yandere suguru geto #yandere getou suguru #geto smut #jjk smut #tw forced marriage #tw smut

[getodrools]

warnings. yan! true form sukuna, implied non/dub con: ( forced marriage and pregnancy ), kidnapping.

All of them looked at you.

You recognized those faces. And you tried to hide from them behind the mighty stature built of an abundance of muscles and cursed energy…

But, all of those familiar faces contorted differently, some not knowing how to react; some gaped wide as others felt pity when you were shoved in front of the king by those large hands you grew to loathe.

That cruel and selfish thing held a wide wry smirk as your body — so frail, yet heavy with a large bump wobbled embarrassingly and tired ahead… You couldn't bear to lift your crown to confront them, too mortified. Yet, they couldn't see that attempt, you only looked too weak to try in their eyes…

You felt it in your heart, deep down they had a sense — they knew what was going to happen soon as he left with you.

As much as they forever wished for your safety and honored your valor of vengeance, carrying on your name as the savior when Sukuna swore he'd seize havoc if he got what he wanted — to marry you and earn an heir, he'd settle with leaving all merciful. Leaving behind the chaos he caused and settling far from their territory with the only promise of you.

You remember that very doomsday when he held you with two bloodstained arms — blood of your own comrades who fought with all their might… weak legs dangling in the smokey air as flames erupted from buildings and screams begrudged through the entire city, you remember scraping at the tough skin, seemingly unbreakable, but in hopes he'd release you, you tried unduly before you could end up with no head… But fighting with the last of your might, you swear to this day you could still feel that very cruel squeeze to your sides as he stalked the others with ease, cursing a promise out you had never expected to hear, truthfully.

Almost all warfare seized. They all looked just as disgusted as they do now, just how they were watching the way you shivered when Sukuna’s leather-like tongue lapped over your neck to the whole side of your face as he panted out those very words you toss and turn from every night,

“Take too long to give an answer, I’ll kill another. Or, I will set ablaze to everyone if you don't.”

There was no winning.

Leaving with you far beyond the horizon and years to come, the people you once called family and friends were never to be seen again.

Sukuna wasn't as surprised as they were once they found his concealed empire plagued with cursed energy. He didn't even care, he already got what he wanted and they couldn't do a single thing about it. They knew that very well too.

Especially seeing how you lived now.

They tried to prepare themselves though, knowing his ruthless acts were to be brought upon you once you agreed — you didn't need to, but for the sake of countless lives and for the ones you cherished, you sacrificed yourself, a single life, to him without thought, and now you harbor a dreadful wedlock and bear a child.

Yuji’s face was the worst. He felt disgust and outrage – you poor thing. He couldn't imagine what you've gone through, especially now as you carried a half-being inside of you. Something mixed with the King of curses genes brewing into something undoubtedly revolting, something he couldn't conjecture how you had to submit to such monstrosity to get this far…

Megumi steps back, “Y/n…” You flinch. You haven't heard your name in years, only the title of being Sukuna’s wife dug a deep scar into the tissue of your brain.

Even the other members flinch.

But now, they had their eyes on you for long enough and Sukuna grabs your shoulder to reer you behind him again, right where you belonged.

“Interesting seeing you all.” The king stood tall; a pair of strong arms crossed over his chest as the others waved around smugly.

They knew his strength and didn't want to erase all the disarray you've went through to save them once, so they stepped back, cursing themselves as they did. Crossing boundaries they never thought they'd see, Sukuna knew it would be idiotic for them to waste your life if they dared to overstep it.

They couldn't do that to you.

Waving them off, “She's expected soon,” Ryōmen smacks his lips, keeping his chin up high and all eyes low as if he wasn't already towering over them, “Once that's out, she’ll be busy on the next – as promised.” You shiver, huddling behind the only thing you grew to get used to — so to speak, forced to.

Clinging to his side, you barely peek through his arms to catch their faces once again, but oh, how much you've missed them… Too repentant, weary eyes only tremble at the floor they creaked on, and the further they got, the longing to run alongside them and to be free worsened…

You squeeze your belly.

Shoving your ridden face into his naked back as your husband continued threatening them with your life, you remind yourself this was worth saving them… even if…

… You still needed to give him five more.

PINNED ・ JJK MASTERLIST ・ RYŌMEN SUKUNA

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[sp0o0kylights]

Whole thing on A03

It didn't matter how much Steve explained. Not one member of the Party was going to get it. 

Tommy and Carol would, but then, they were no longer on speaking terms. A fact that hurt even if it was for the best--particularly in times like these, because they got it. 

They understood how he had been ensnared with the very same wealth people mocked him for. What it meant when his parents demanded Steve drop everything and go on vacation, his own plans be damned. 

They knew, because their families had done much the same, and so the lives they led also were tethered to leashes made of their parents' design. 

Dustin, whose mother bent over backwards to try and better her kid’s life, didn’t even have a frame of reference for this kind of thing, let alone sympathy. 

"Do they not understand you have a job?" Dustin asked incredulously, and Steve didn't have the emotional bandwidth to explain that his parents didn't consider working at Family Video to be a real job. 

As far as they were concerned, Steve could quit if he had to, and then go find another job when they were done using him to play the nice, All-American family. 

Likely for business purposes.

"They aren't the type to care." Steve said instead. 

It was easier than getting into it.

(Easier than explaining the BMW wasn't in his name, but his parents. 

How his money went into a bank account they had access to. 

That practically everything he owned was actually owned by Richard and Stella Harrington, and both were quick to remind him of that fact the second they felt Steve was acting out of line. 

And boy, had he been acting out of line. 

 Getting into fights. 

Turning their punishment of working a job they picked specifically for the humiliating outfit, into the far worse public embarrassment of being involved in a mall fire--an embarrassment because Steve had "lost" the keys to the BMW, had "put himself in danger" playing hero instead of letting the perfectly capable firefighters do it, then “paraded around” with bruises all over his face, racking up medical bills. 

Truly a sin for someone who hadn’t made it into college.) 

So no, this vacation they demanded Steve drop everything for  was not anything close to a reward, or even something they were doing to spend time together. There was a reason they needed Steve, and as far as they were concerned, Steve was at their beck and call until he shaped up and got his life back on track. 

His own plans be damned. 

"That's not fair though!" Dustin burst out and Steve sighed in relief, because here at least, he knew what to do to distract his younger friend.

 “We planned our trip months ago!” Dustin continued, looking two seconds away from giving in and stomping his foot. 

The kid might have been smarter than Steve--smarter than most people really--by a hell of a lot, but he was still fourteen. 

Smarts, Steve knew, didn't exactly equate to emotional intelligence, and it definitely didn't stop rampaging hormones.

Ice cream on the other hand, was a great aid in both areas. 

"You better be making this up to us." Dustin threatened thirty minutes later, spoon wedged deep into a sundae. “We can’t do, like, half the stuff we were going to do without you!” 

“I'm sure you guys didn’t need me to play ghost runners or whatever.” Steve said, but was quick to back down when Dustin nearly threw his spoon at him. 

Rather than antagonizing him more, Steve dutifully raised his hand to put over his heart. "I swear on your mom that I’ll make it up to you.”  

Dustin rolled his eyes, but otherwise, finally, let the whole thing go. 

Stupidly, Steve thought this meant the worst was over.

He was wrong. 

xXx 

Mike hadn’t cared. 

El and Will hadn’t really either, though both expressed some sadness that Steve wouldn’t be participating in the camping trip that the Party as a whole had been looking forward to for the past few months. 

Erica had simply snapped at him, making him promise much the same as Dustin had that he would be making it up to her sometime in the future. Likewise, she had been bought off by ice cream (even if she insisted it didn’t count because Steve owed her ice cream anyways.) 

Max was the surprising emotional standout. 

"You can't tell them no?" She demanded, arms crossed over her chest. 

Lucas was hovering awkwardly at her shoulder, shooting "what can you do?" vibes as hard as he could at Steve as his (currently on-again) girlfriend outright dressed the elder boy down; her shoulders creeping up higher and higher until she seemed to realize she was visually giving away her upset and forcibly relaxed them. 

Unlike Dustin and Erica, her tirade was very out of character and Steve was growing more concerned by the second that something was wrong the more she spat at him. 

“I mean for fucks sake, didn’t you tell them you had plans!?” She finished, eyes narrowed in rage. 

Which was rich coming from someone whose stepdad had Billy Hargrove running all over town before he’d run off after the guy’s death, but then, Steve knew better than to bring all that up.

(The image of Max, unresponsive in the hospital with casts on almost every limb, was still too fresh. 

Even now he didn’t like to push her, even if the Party as a whole did their best to take notice when one of them was isolating themselves again. 

Max, though she was down to one crutch, was still inclined to use it as a weapon and very much enjoyed practicing her swings on people’s ankles.) 

“I did indeed. They don’t care and they’re not giving me a choice, but for what it’s worth I am sorry.” Steve tried to keep his voice even and out of angry-shrieking range, and vaguely prayed it was working. “I swear, I will make it up to you guys, even if we have to go on a second camping trip.” 

This was clearly not the correct thing to say.

Though judging by the murderous rage being aimed his way, Steve was pretty sure nothing short of “You know what you’re right, let me go tell my parents to fuck off!” would make Max happy. 

“So you’re seriously just going to drop everything, all our plans, your job, us,” She took a very threatening step forward and despite her being a full foot shorter than him, Steve had to fight not to take a responding step back. “So you can go play rich boy in the Bahamas?” 

“We’re not going to the Bahamas--” Steve tried, but was interrupted with a loud “ugh!” of disapproval. 

“Whatever makes you happy, Steven.” Max spat, and then turned on her heel, storming off towards the rest of the Party (who had taken one look at Max’s face and fled into the arcade so she and Steve could “talk.”) “I’m sorry us peasants weren’t good enough to hang around!”  

“Sorry man.” Lucas apologized quietly, on his way to run after Max. 

Steve just scrubbed a hand through his hair and sighed. 

xXx 

“The kids are mad at you.” Nancy announced, appearing across the Family Video counter like a phantom. 

Steve swore, nearly dropping his stack of VHS’s, while Robin (who had clearly seen Nancy approach) cackled at his fumble. 

“Yeah, I did get that memo.” Steve said, after he stabilized his stack, safely moving them from his arms to the counter. 

Nancy peered around them, her face giving away nothing. “It is kind of shitty to cancel at the last minute like that. We were relying on you to drive.”

An old fury shook itself awake in Steve’s chest, taking an interest in the conversation the second Steve realized what Nancy was here to do. 

He took a deep, shuddering breath, and pressed it down, back into the box he’d slammed it in all those years ago. 

“I’d leave the keys to Robin here, but unfortunately, someone failed their drivers test.” Steve said instead, jamming his finger over his shoulder and blatantly attempting to pass the buck. 

Robin, who absolutely knew that was what he was doing, faked a gasp and kicked at his ankles. 

“That crotchety asshole failed me on purpose!” She protested, spinning to face Nancy. “He made like, three misogynistic comments before we even got in the car!” 

“Pointing out that he knew the car wasn’t yours wasn’t misogynistic, he was just surprised to see me letting you use the Beemer.” Steve shot back, rolling his eyes. “I don’t exactly let a lot of people drive it.” 

Unspoken was that Steve’s BMW was one of the town’s more unique cars, and thus easily identifiable by the locals at large. 

“How is that better!?” Robin returned, but Nancy cleared her throat before they could successfully get the Steve-and-Robin show on the road. 

“The point is that we--but really, the kids, were counting on you.” Nancy said, dipping into her patented “I’m upset with you” tone. 

A year ago it would have cut Steve to the bone, even if he didn’t show it. 

Now he just stared tiredly at her back. 

“I’m sorry, Nance, but it is what it is.” He said simply, hoping the apology (even if he knew it wasn’t so much a real apology as it was something he said to keep the rage from breaking out and wrecking havoc via his mouth) would soften his ex. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Given the abrupt narrowing of her eyes, it very much did not help his case. 

“For someone who was so vocal about trying to change I have to say this is pretty disappointing.” Nancy said simply, but with just enough of a tone that Steve had to close his eyes for a second. 

Feel the way that old anger, the one that had powered King Steve, hit the bars of its cage.

Robin stilled immediately next to him, her head ping-ponging between Steve and Nancy both as she too, clocked that Nancy was pissed, and here to chew Steve out about it. 

“Um.” She said, voice going high in discomfort. 

Steve grit his teeth. “I don’t exactly get a say in these things, Nancy. You know that.” 

He had to work to keep his voice even, fighting against the ice that wanted to sharpen his own tone. 

It was just---Nancy did know. 

Steve had told her all those years ago, in the safety of her arms, about his parents' expectations. Their predetermined path, the way they dictated large swathes of his life. 

How they’d allowed him to pick which sports he played, but required that he play a sport no matter the time of year. 

That the pool they had installed wasn’t for him, he just got to use it as much as he did in part because he’d joined the swim team, and the kind of mental mind games he and his parents played about things like that. 

Apparently either Nancy had forgotten, or simply hadn’t taken it in to begin with because she wasn’t backing down. 

(Not that Steve had ever seen Nancy Wheeler back down.) 

“I know you have trouble juggling your parents' plans with your own.” Nancy said, and her tone was absolutely icy now. “I certainly remember waiting for a date that never happened.” 

Steve sucked in a breath through his teeth, knowing immediately what Nancy was referring to. 

“I told you they came home unexpectedly.” He said, arms now crossed against his chest, nails digging into his arms as a way to help himself stay grounded. “They wouldn’t let me use the phone until the next day and I apologized.”

“And I recall having a lovely conversation with your mother where she said otherwise.” Nancy said, her words punctuated by another high pitched “Uhhhh.” from Robin. 

“Funny how you believe my mom over me.” Steve said and whoops, yup, he definitely sounded mad now. 

So much for all the effort he’d put in to staying calm. 

“Because I look at actions, Steve. Patterns. The same ones you kept repeating.” Nancy was clearly about to escalate, and Robin, bless her, had had enough. 

“He-eeey.” She said, wedging herself in between Steve and the counter Nancy was starting to lean over. “I totally get it, you’re both upset, but this maybe isn’t the venue to fight about it? There are customers in the store and--sorry Nancy--but I do kinda need Steve for work, so…” 

She trailed off, glancing nervously between the two of them. 

Nancy took a breath, blasting it out of her mouth like an academically inclined dragon. “You’re right. I’m sorry Robin.”

She then turned on her heel, making her way to the doors. She paused before them, and Steve prepared himself because he knew whatever she was going to say next, it was going to hurt. 

“I wouldn’t care if it was just me, Steve, but the kids don’t deserve you pulling this shit. Not after all they’ve been through.” With that, Nancy pushed through the door, head held high as she stormed to her car. 

As was typical for Nancy’s aim, she scored a direct hit. 

Steve, somehow, resisted throwing things. 

“Can you believe her!?” He said, the second the doors were closed and Nancy safely out of eyeshot. “Coming in here like that!?” 

He ran his hand through his hair, once, twice. 

A third time for good measure. 

“Yeah, that was seriously public for her.” Robin agreed, sliding up next to him. “Like really public.” 

Steve shrugged, because well. Not really. 

Not anymore. 

But Robin didn’t know that, just like Robin wasn’t entirely familiar with the depths Steve’s parents went to save face. They hadn’t exactly had time to really dig into it all, given how fast the Vecna situation had hit after Starcourt and the sheer PTSD both incidents had caused. 

Most nights they spent together was spent trying to avoid reliving nightmares, not discussing ones they were currently still living in. 

A fact that Steve was more than happy to bring her up to speed on, but to do so involved a lot of backstory, and backstory involved Nancy, and God, he was fucking pissed at Nancy. 

Soon it was an hour into his rant and he hadn’t actually gotten around to the sheer level of shit his parents would pull, too busy with Nancy and old echoes of ‘bullshit.’ 

 He only stopped when Robin put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly. 

“Dingus. You know I love you, and I know you’ve changed, but you do gotta admit, canceling at the last minute is kinda shitty and I get why they’re upset.” 

It was like the carpet had been pulled right out from under Steve, yanked so quickly he’d have to pinwheel to keep his feet. 

“What?” He said, eyes round in sheer surprise. 

“I just mean like, I get your parents are dicks but,” Robin’s face screwed up, looking like she’d sucked a lemon. It was her “I’m going to say something you don’t like face” and it hit Steve like a punch to the gut. 

“Our shift’s almost over and no offense, you’ve started to repeat yourself about Nance, and I get it! I do, memory shit is hard!” Robin’s hands moved as she talked, her bracelets jingling as if punctuating her point. 

“But I also think admitting you double booked yourself on accident and just taking responsibility for it would help smooth things over. Middle ground, you know?” Robin waggled her hands in a gesture that, for the first time in a long time, Steve didn’t understand. 

He found himself suddenly struggling to breathe. 

“Are you--are you saying you think I didn’t tell them I had a trip already planned?” 

Steve wasn’t sure how he managed to get it out. Wasn’t sure how he was doing anything, given the heat that was shooting through him, a hot mix of confusion and betrayal as Robin fidgeted to his left. 

“No! Okay well,” The lemon face got worse for a second. “I’m just saying you did kinda forget to pick me up that one time, and you do kinda blame your parents when stuff like that happens.” She bit a nail, peering at him out of the corner of her eyes.  

“I don’t--” Steve said, completely knocked adrift. “I…”

Robin didn’t believe him.

His Robin. 

Who wasn’t--wasn’t exactly siding with Nancy, but wasn’t saying she was wrong either, or that she understood that this shit was out of his control, and in fact, was kind of implying that Nancy was right more so than Steve was and---and--

There was a ringing in Steve’s ears he wasn’t sure actually existed. 

“I’m sure a lot of it is your brain injury. The doctors said your short term memory can take a while to fully come back and I totally get why you don’t wanna say that, I just, I think it would be better if--Steve?” Robin jumped back as Steve finally found his footing, swiping his jacket and punching out before she could catch how badly his hands were shaking. 

“I’m leaving.” Steve told her, his own words a million miles away, entirely uncaring if Keith fired him. 

Keith was likely going to fire him anyway, given Steve was about to ask for a week-long vacation not even four months after the whole Vecna ordeal. 

“Wait, Steve, hey--Dingus! I wasn’t done, I mean, I had more to say I, dammit Steve--!” Robin called after him frantically as Steve bolted for the door. 

Steve ignored her, aiming for the Beemer and swinging himself numbly into the driver's seat when he got it open. 

Put the car in park and avoided Robin’s face entirely as he backed it out, punching the gas far harder than he needed to. 

The Beemer roared in response, nose rising as it shot forward. 

Robin was his best friend. His fucking--platonic soulmate, as she kept calling him. The very idea that she agreed with Nancy in general was a blow but in this?

Against his parents? 

Nausea rolled angrily in Steve’s stomach, matching the sudden wetness that coated his eyes. 

Angry and needing an outlet, Steve stomped hard on the gas, taking the next corner far too sharp and making the beemer fishtail, tires squealing . 

He didn’t know where he was going.

He figured he’d find out when he got there. 

xXx 

Given what Steve knew about the universe at large, (nevermind Hawkins) it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to hang around the Quarry at night.

But then, summer was in full swing. Kids were home from college and itching to find a place to party without parental overhead. 

Deep to the left side of the water, around a few bends and tucked oh so neatly out of sight, was a place where one could do just that. 

Party.

This stretch had long been claimed by the college kids of Hawkins, and guarded zealously for it. 

With the sheer number of drunk people whooping and hollering around the bonfires below the ridge where everyone parked their cars, Steve figured he was safe enough. 

Even if he was up with said cars, sitting alone. 

Not like it mattered. If a demodog or demogorgan or demo-fucking-dragon decided to come along, Steve had half a mind to just let it have him. 

It felt easier than trying to fix the current mess his life was in. 

So he sat up here, blowing through the alcohol he’d purchased from the one gas station that never carded, drinking his problems away. 

(That also wasn’t the best course of action but with his parents home to spring the whole “vacation” ordeal on him, it wasn’t like Steve had a choice.) 

He hadn’t grabbed a lot--had been so damn upset and struggling to hide it that he’d picked up a four pack of wine coolers instead of the intended beer he’d wanted. It was all he had though, and so he chugged the last bottle with a wince and wished he was a hell of a lot drunker than he felt.

Then promptly caught sight of the person walking towards him, and wondered vaguely if he was drunker than he felt. 

Of all the people to come and offer him a can of beer, Steve would have never expected Tommy Hagan. 

He eyed it and his old friend both, before slowly reaching out and taking the can. 

“Heard you and your parents are doing CoHo this year.” Tommy said casually, leaning up against the front of the Beemer like it was old times. 

“Yup.” Steve replied, drawing the word out. 

“Angie Tideman’s parents are going, they’re bringing her ith .” Tommy said it casually, and had the good graces not to grin when Steve audibly groaned.

“Oh god.”

Tommy sucked on a lip, nodding absently. “Yeah.” 

Then; “It gets worse.” 

Steve, who now knew what this conversation was about, instantly began tearing into the beer can. “How can it get worse? You know what Angie’s like.”

Angie, whose full name was Angelina, lived a few towns over. Born to wealthy parents who doted on their beloved only child, Angie had more in common with your average shark than she did her fellow humans. 

A comparison that, frankly, was unkind to sharks.

She was without a doubt the most selfish person Steve had ever had the misfortune of encountering, and the mere idea of being trapped in a room with her made his skin crawl. 

Their parents were business buddies though, and god forbid he ever insult a business buddies kid, 

“She goes to Purdue, you know, with me and Carol.” Tommy said, instead of answering directly. “We cross paths a lot, party wise.” 

Steve stayed silent. 

Knew how Tommy talked, how his stories meandered. Especially the juicy ones. 

“She’s been talking a lot recently. Given you don’t look all that informed, I’m gonna assume the one person she hasn’t talked to is you.” 

Steve gripped the can of beer, a sudden, sick fear blooming in his gut. 

“Tommy.” He said mildly, not loud enough to really interrupt, but with enough force to let his former friend know to get to the point, now. 

“Got all super fancy right before we left for summer break. Hair done, whole new wardrobe, nails, you know.” Tommy waggled his fingers playfully, but dropped them when Steve just stared. “Went full whore on us. I swear she was making out with any guy who even looked at her--” 

“Tommy.” He repeated, this time a hell of a lot firmer. 

Done pushing, Tommy let go of the proverbial bombshell. “Apparently you’re planning on proposing to her this summer. She’s gonna return next year as an engaged woman, with you in tow, because apparently, you got into Purdue. Congrats by the way.” 

Tommy clapped him on the shoulder, right as Steve’s mouth went dry. 

For the second time that day, he found himself fighting the burning heat of embarrassment and fury as it rolled through him. 

“I’m proposing.” Steve said, as if saying it out loud would scare the very idea away. “To Angie.” 

“Yeah we kinda figured you didn’t know.” Tommy said with a snide little grin. To the average outsider it was mocking, but Steve knew better.

Tommy was uncomfortable, because Tommy had understood what Steve’s parents had done. 

“What I’d like to know is just how much Angie’s parents paid to get you into Purdue. That’s gotta be a minimum fifty thousand dollar donation at least.” Tommy removed his hand, to instead lean his shoulder against Steve’s. Like this was the old times, before they’d fought. “ I didn’t think they had that kind of money to throw around.”  

A past conversation with his father struck Steve, running through the front of his mind like a bad horror movie. 

“They sold the estate.” Steve said vacantly, the implications not quite hitting. “The one they’ve been trying to get rid of forever, over in Cape Cod.” 

“Oh shit.” Tommy said, blinking as he too, recalled what was likely his father telling him the very same news. 

“They sold the place on Cape Cod, and they used part of the funds to fucking buy me like a toy.” And yeah, saying it out loud, it definitely sounded bad. “I didn’t think Angie even liked me.”

“Does Angie like anyone?” Tommy asked, incredulously, but nudged Steve’s shoulder again when his joke didn’t net him the laugh he wanted.. “I mean, you had to know your old man had plans to straighten you out. He keeps getting mad at my dad, because the ass won't stop making jokes that I’m going to take over the company instead of you.” 

“And this is it. Attaching me to Angie.” Steve said vacantly. “Because they know if I get married…” 

He’d put his wife first. His family, first. 

The one he’d wanted, dreamed of, since he first realized he didn’t have one. 

He’d been playing checkers the entire time, too busy fighting fucking monsters and Russians to realize his parents had upgraded to chess. 

In a dizzying array of mental connect-the-dots, Steve replayed the last years worth of conversations. All the odd little things they’d said. All the dumb things Steve had just ignored. 

 They’d warned him. 

Had told him he better shape up, or they’d be forced to do something drastic. 

That his parents hadn’t wasted all this time, effort, money on him, for him to throw away his life like he was. 

“You better start acting right and figuring out how to get your life back on track, because you won’t like what happens if I have to fix it for you. You get a month Steven, and after that? Well. Just remember you forced my hand, Steven.” 

They knew. They knew him, and what made him tick.

“I think the real question is what Angie’s parents see in you.” Tommy teased, but then they both knew the answer to that puzzle. 

For all that Steve’s mom complained about her husband, the guy was a shrewd and calculating businessman. Those weekends, then weekdays, then more and more time away hadn’t just been so he could go screw his secretary. 

Richard Harrington had fast tracked his business to the point where it was now getting attention. The business journal, ‘Top 50 Companies to Watch’ kind. 

Even if Steve fucked up entirely, he was set to inherit a fortune and a business that would continue adding to it, for some time to come. 

Provided he did what his parents wanted.

Such as marrying Angie. 

Thing was, if his parents did what they always did, and held their wealth (his car, his home, his life and all the little things in it) against him like a gun to his head, if Angie got that ring around her finger? 

 Steve would bow to their whims. 

 Because they could fluster him into proposing so he didn’t embarrass Angie, and her parents and anyone else who’d undoubtedly be watching. They’d make a spectacle of it. 

Because once he did propose, they wouldn’t let him back out, burying him under guilt trips and veiled threats until he was marched down the aisle in a groomsman suite and told to stand. 

Because against all common sense, Steve wanted a family who loved him so desperately he’d chase it like a dog if he was presented with the opportunity and told to make it work. 

It didn’t matter that Angie was selfish. 

Steve would try anyway. 

His parents were maneuvering him as easily as they had back when he was a kid, using love as a tool to get him to do what they wanted and even seeing the nose hanging from the rafters, they knew just the right words to get him to place it around his neck. 

“Thought you’d wanna know.” Tommy finished, pushing himself off Steve’s car. “Before your parents sprung it on you.” 

“Sonofabitch.” Steve hissed angrily, a million thoughts racing through his head, the heat of being caught in a trap blasting down his spine. 

“Yeah.” Tommy added, rather unhelpfully. “But hey, given that you’re about to go on vacation to propose, why don’t we consider this,” here Tommy swept his hand, gesturing to the party below, “your proposal party?” 

It was a downright horrible idea.

But then, Steve didn’t exactly have a better one. 

Not  when the world itself seemed against him, grinding its heel into his back and laughing about it. 

He knew the drill. If he went down there, arm in arm with Tommy, then it wouldn’t matter that half those kids were from a few towns over, driven in by new college buddies.  

They’d see him as a reason to get wild, absolutely uncaring that they didn’t know who the hell he was. 

Steve needed that.

People who weren’t mad at him, buying into the easy lies his parents wove, or who didn't understand the games played against him. 

“Fuck it.” He announced, standing up from the hood of his car as Tommy’s grin morphed into something he used to see in the days of old, back when they were sneaking drinks from their parents' alcohol cabinets. “This way at least I get a party.”

Not like his parents were going to let him have an engagement party. Or a bachelor party, or likely let his ass back into Hawkins. 

No matter how long the engagement. 

Tommy cheered, raising his arms to the sky and Steve grinned wildly with him. 

He’d figure out how to get out of all this later--but for now, he wanted just a few damn hours where he didn’t have to think. 

Not about his parents, or Angie, or possible attempts to force him into marriage, like this was the yee olden days and Steve was a Victorian maiden who needed to be brought to heel. 

Likewise he didn’t want to think about the Party, or Russian torture, or how Nancy could be so damn smart in some things and downright stupid in others. 

He absolutely didn't want to think about Robin. 

“Hey boys and girls, look who I drug up!” Tommy yelled as they approached and soon, word had spread.

This was Steve’s proposal party, and he was here to get absolutely smashed (while encouraging everyone else to do the exact same, in his honor.) 

Which would be how Eddie found him a few hours later.

Still at the quarry, crossfaded off his ass, a forty in one hand and a lawn dart in the other. 

“Are you kidding me, Steve?” Eddie grit out, desperately trying to wrestle the lawn dart out of his hand. “You’re fucking partying with Tommy Hagan!?” 

Steve blinked at him a few times, finally catching on that Eddie was in fact, actually there. 

“When did you show up?” He asked, though given the wince on Eddie’s face and just how hard it had been to move his lips, Steve correctly assumed he’d slurred the shit out of the question. 

Somehow, Eddie understood him anyway. 

“Robin called me a while ago, gave me a list of places you might be. Almost skipped this one until I stepped out of my van to take a piss and heard the party.” Eddie explained, and somehow while doing so, he’d successfully gotten a hold of the dart. 

He was now working on removing the 40 ounce. 

Steve frowned, using his newly freed hand to grip it closer to his chest. 

“Harrington.” Eddie warned, and oh, wow, they were back to last names huh?

Well why not, it wasn't like his night could get worse. 

“This is mine, Munson.” Steve fired back, putting as much vitriol into Eddie’s last name as he could.

This did not detour the metalhead. 

“Come on man, give me the bottle.” Eddie said firmly. 

Steve shook his head stubbornly, enjoying the way his hair whipped at his face. “No.”

Another man stumbled over, a guy Steve absolutely did not know. He frowned, looking between Eddie and Steve. 

For two seconds, Steve thought they might have trouble, and given the way Eddie was tensing, he clearly thought so too. 

Instead, New Guy just kind of rocked on his heels. “Hey, shove off it, buddy. It’s this guy's bachelor party, let the man drink!” 

Eddie’s face did something complicated then, pulling the sort of expressive looks only he could manage.

It was both adorable and hilarious, and if Steve hadn’t just been reminded of the very reason he was drinking, he’d have told Eddie so. 

“Yeah!” He said instead, raising his hand in the air, toasting his bottle of forty against the other guy’s red solo cup. “It’s my proposalengagmentbachelor party!” 

Given the second, adorable-slash-hilarious look on Eddie’s face, Steve assumed those words hadn’t come out right either. 

“Okay.” Eddie said hands on his hips in a stance Steve was pretty sure Eddie had gotten from him. “Here’s what's going to happen. You’re going to put the bottle away. Then you’re going to give me your car keys, and then the two of us are going to my house to sleep whatever is happening here, off.” 

At least, that's what Steve thought he heard. It was a pretty un-Eddie like speech, and Steve maybe, might have been the one to say it, because he maybe, might have been mocking what Eddie had actually said.

Maybe.

It was hard to know, given that Steve’s thoughts were a thick soup on a bit of a time delay, and he was having a hard time figuring up from down, let alone what Eddie had been actually saying. 

Speaking of; 

 “When did I get into your car?” Steve asked, blinking as the van’s passenger seat appeared before him.

“Just now.” Eddie said, helping him in.

“Huh.” Said Steve, and then he maybe passed out a bit, because once again, he found himself awake and alert at a place that wasn’t where he’d just been. 

“Come on.” Eddie said gently, one of Steve’s arms over his shoulder as Steve leaned heavily into him, guiding the jock up the stairs and into the small house he and Wayne now called a home. 

The guy might have muttered a few things about bachelor parties along the way, but Steve was too focused on walking straight to really take notice. 

Part Two

#lol remember when I said I wasnt posting parts to stuff until they were finished #THAT SURE LASTED LONG #pre steddie #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #0o0 fanfics #This is very Steve focused #TW his horrible parents #VERY hurt #comforts later #with eddie! #I really wanted to explore Steves Parents #in proper Rich Asshole Controling fashion #TW forced marriage #or mentions of #I also wanted to explore a lot of how the kids #and Nancy and Robin (who are also STILL kids #would react because sure they came up against monsters and the government #but neither of those things want you to like them #theyll let you know theyll eat you #Steves parents #like many rich dicks #want to isolate #want you to think theyre amazing #and its often the inner circle who knows whats up but are also caught in their own chokechain #hence the title of this fic #whiiiich is chokechain #stranger things #tw drinking

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omg can you do forced marriage with an age gap w Wonbin, where he is an asshole who works all day and when he gets home he locks himself in his room, he doesn't care that even if you clearly don't love him you are still a nice and innocent wife, you still wait for him all day and when he arrives the dinner is ready and the house is spotless. Your parents taught you from a young age to be a good wife and even though the marriage was arranged and you and Wonbin don't love each other, you are still a good wife. You're always innocently in your teasing little clothes at home, your skirt dancing from side to side and your hips swaying as you rush to open the door for Wonbin when he arrives, you immediately help him take off his coat and ask how his day was, he always answers with monosyllables (if he answers) and just walks upstairs to his room. Wonbin responds with an attitude when you bother him by knocking on the door of his room. Through the door, you tell him that you are going out to the cinema with another man since you and he don't love each other, right? You just have to act like his wife in front of his family! You're tired of doing everything and not getting a single 'Thank you'! Wonbin immediately goes mad and yells through the door that you are not going, he gets even angrier when he opens the door of his room and sees that you are dressed in a pretty dress for another man. Maybe he does like you a little bit, since you are HIS cute little girl... He ended up yelling at you and locking the front door so you don't go out. You are HIS wife and maybe someday he will lose that dumb fear of being hurt so he can love you like a normal person... for now, he will keep acting cold and heartless. Deep inside he is sickly obsessed w you and always fantasies about you and you two finally being happy together ;(

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: forced marriage, age gap

note: not exactly what you asked for

wonbin sees it, the dulling defiance disappearing when you hear the metal lock in place. he sees the glossy sheen in your eyes and the pout that settles on your lips, the drop of your shoulders and the sinking of your chest as you exhale. it draws wonbin’s eyes towards your chest and runs his eyes over the neckline of your dress that lines the swells of your tits. it’s too low, too enticing, too intimate.

it’s wonbin’s turn to exhale, “understand?” frustration laced his words, accompanied by a slight rasp, a result from his sudden outburst moments prior.

your lips part, the anxious marks of your teeth that punctured the flesh along your bottom lip visible to him. wonbin noticed your habit the moment he met you, back when you were radiating with youthful excitement and hope. back when you didn’t know wonbin.

to you, wonbin was supposed to be your savior, for lack of a better word. your freedom. your home life was as bad as wonbin’s had been when he was your age. wonbin would even argue that you had it worse than he did. he knew your parents. their greed and pride leaving a sour taste in his mouth every time he had the misfortune of seeing them.

you, on the other hand, inherited none of that. your light hadn’t dimmed in the slightest over the years. even when you were rushed off with unrelenting holds on your wrists or burned alive with malicious glares, you stayed bright. a perky young thing. smiles and gentle eyes, soft words and even softer voice.

while marriage wasn’t exactly his idea, wonbin wasn’t as angry about it as he thought he’d be. he was sick of his parents’ pestering and if a few signatures on a legal document would get them off his case, wonbin would oblige.

when he found out that it was you, he was taken aback by the lack of complaints and dread that raced through his mind. he would even say he was more uncomfortable than unhappy. in fact, he wasn’t unhappy at all. even that thought alone made him shift.

it was unusual for wonbin to feel that way. but he thought it was inevitable. a cute girl like you would have any man’s heart fluttering. wonbin hated the thought.

wonbin cringes at the thought of you stepping out of the door, cute bag clutched in hand and the skirt of your adorable dress flowing with the wind, another man pulling up to his home to claim his wife. wonbin rolls his jaw. you’re his. you’re wonbin’s and wonbin’s alone.

you look up at him and you close your mouth again, simply nodding. you pause, giving the lock a long look, “I understand.”

wonbin licks his lips, the same discomfort he always seemed to feel around you settling in his chest. he hates it. he hates the instant obedience. the need to please him when he was so cruel to you. he can see you’re upset. your lips may lie but your pretty eyes show it all, something wonbin hadn’t noticed before you had come to live in his home.

wonbin looks you up and down again, the delicate neckline he can look at all day, the flattering silhouette of the dress that draped over you. you’re so tempting. he wants you so much it’s sickening.

despite his discomfort, wonbin knows how lucky he is. such a pretty little wife waiting so eagerly for him, hoping that one day he’ll wander in with loving praise and open arms. he doesn’t, of course, and wonbin truly doesn’t think he ever will, but he lets himself wonder what fantasy you have lingering in your optimistic mind.

what do you want from him? what are you hoping for?

whatever it is wonbin probably wants it, too, but his hardened heart won’t let it happen. wonbin doesn’t think he’ll ever give you what you deserve but he’s too selfish to allow you to find it elsewhere.

perhaps one day he’ll let himself indulge in simple acts of love. ones that border on the line of meaningless and meaningful. he doesn’t think you would deny him by any means. if anything, you’ll be glad he’s giving you anything at all.

he knows you’re craving the exact thing he is. any sort of physical affection and comfort. a bare body against yours, warmth of skin sliding against yours, a wet tongue a little too desperate to mark, cock ready to pierce your untouched cunt. wonbin has let himself think about it too much, cursing himself whenever it did, but it seemed to have the opposite effect as he only began to think about it more.

he found his mind wandering at work, strenuous tasks made tolerable by the image of womanly curves and pretty clothes as you presented the home cooked meals you prepared just for him. your glimmering eyes and supple lips. wonbin’s thoughts never stayed innocent, though. soon enough, you would have his cock shoved inside your mouth, his thumbs smoothing over your puffy cheeks as you drooled all over him, eyes lined with redness and black tinted tears rushing down your face.

wonbin blinks, finding you in the exact same spot, as if you were waiting for his next command. he looks over your shoulder, a lonely plate of steaming food on the table.

he inhales, “good.”

#tw forced marriage #tw age gap #discography ! #feat. wonbin ! #wonbin x reader #wonbin smut #riize x reader #riize smut #riize hard hours #dark riize #dark wonbin #riize #wonbin

[king-of-mortar]

Hero regrets it now, that self-sacrificing idiocy.

Don’t blame them, they expected Villain to kill them. Grab them by the collar, put the gun to their head, and pull the trigger. They weren’t to know their arch-nemesis would hold them by their hair like a trophy and drag them home with them.

They hadn’t expected Villain to lean them against a wall, still too dazed and surprised to move, and get on their knee with a ring pulled off their own hand. They hadn’t expected Villain to say, without a hint of irony, “Will you marry me?”

And Hero had, of course, replied, “This is the shittest proposal ever.” Because it was. Villain’s foyer was dark and they’d not switched on the lights yet, and the night outside was ominous and eerily quiet. “The atmosphere’s off.”

Villain laughed at them, and then said, their voice assured, “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say it! You have to. You insisted on martyring yourself, so see it through.” Villain smiled, all teeth.

“Yeah, I’ll marry you,” Hero had said, like Villain was asking to borrow their phone charger.

And so now they have to marry them, and for once in their life, Hero has no idea what to do. This is ridiculous, they’re confused, and worse, they’re afraid. But maybe Hero will get lucky. Maybe this is all a ploy, some creepy short-lived fantasy Villain is only orchestrating to plan Hero’s murder. Maybe they’ll be lucky, maybe they won't have to.

But Hero’s going to have to come up with something soon, because Villain seems like the kind of person to do things sooner rather than later.

#whump prompt #tw forced marriage #god fucking bless or whatever #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #hero x villain

[sunnysideaeggs]

Thinking about how since ancient times, young girls and women were married off to their rapist to safeguard their honor. How they believed it was the only way to leave behind their shame and continue being respected in society. How there’s registers of women who wished to stay celibate (like Hera, the Greek goddess of marriage) and had to marry their abusers. Even the bible has such a law to protect a young maiden’s honor. How in a medieval society, marriage was the only escape from shame after failing to maintain yourself chaste.

How Criston Cole begged for his rapist to marry him and run away with him, so he wouldn’t be killed for failing his celibacy vow, and would be able to restore his honor, if not as a kingsguard, as a married man. How he was laughed at. How he tried to kill himself to get rid of his shame. How he thinks it was a failure of his character to be abused and taken advantage of.

#sunny cooks 🍳🍷 #criston cole #pro criston cole #anti rhaenyra targaryen #tw rape mention #tw forced marriage #team green

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Makes total sense that Mary and Nathans marriage was arranged. Intrigued by the idea of this criminal underworld manovering and sealing shady deals with marriage alliances for fic possibilities. Can you imagine Neil or Jean promised to some gangster or crime lord or lady, either of them could have been married to Ichirou (if they wanted the Hatford and Wesininskis or Moreaus to become actual family with the Moriyamas) or whoever. So many possibilities people, where are the fics?

But thinking about it in some ways Jean and Neil being sold to the Moriyamas as exy serfs is really not that different to being sold off in marriage and I think adds perspective to Mary grabbing her kid right before the sale was finalized and getting out of there cause maybe she saw the parallels too.

#aftg #neil josten #nathaniel wesninski #jean moreau #tfc #tsc #the foxhole court #tw forced marriage #please someone write this fic id be so happy

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The Infection I Don't Want

I don't have any words. Don't look at me. In all seriousness, I definitely love the savior trope. I tried to give it a cute little twist. Idia feels funny in this one too. Also sorry if the formatting is weird. I write these in Docs and then I transfer them to tumblr and for some reason in this fic's document I used Amatic SC and I have bad vision to begin with. No clue why I love torturing myself. Dividers by @/cafekitsune. This fic gets a little heavy. If you start feeling unwell, stop reading. I won't take it personal, promise.

This fic is aimed towards afab readers, but uses they/them pronouns. Mentions of periods and wombs. I may have been a bit less impersonal with this one, but the reader doesn't go on my weird love rant that I have in my self-insert Idia fic so there is that.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, DIY abortion which could also be read as miscarriage, I guess, abortion, Idia is incredibly mean in this and possibly OOC, Ortho being unintentionally creepy, parasites, sort of misogyny relating to periods, shock collars, electric shocks, captivity, implied forced marriage, implied forced medical procedures. PSA: don't try anything the reader does in this fic. It's an excellent way to get sepsis, and you don't want that, I promise.

Part 5 of the Pants on Fire series.

You don’t want to admit it, but a bit too much has changed about you. In the past few weeks, you’ve noticed plenty of things, but the largest and most blaring was that your period never came. Before when you would have it, Idia would sulk and pout, acting like you were bleeding on purpose, throwing a heating pad and a blanket and a pillow and the necessary products at you so you’d be comfortable in your distress. He kept talking about figuring out some technology to rid you of that pesky trait, and you really can’t think of anyone who likes having a period, so if he had, you wouldn’t have fought him on it, 

It’s too late for that now. For the last few days, you’ve been waking up early and vomiting. The smell of Idia’s favorite noodles makes it worse. Your poor tummy is constantly roiling, and you can hardly keep anything down. Ortho has been staring at you incessantly. You think he’s being annoying, really, and Idia’s been getting on your last nerves as well. 

Today, you woke up, vomited, and just sat in the bathroom for a moment, coming to terms with the fact that you could very well be pregnant. You feel conflicted. On one hand, you don’t want to talk or think about this. You’re stressed enough as it is. On the other hand, you absolutely don’t want this. You don’t want this creature in your stomach. You know it's there. You can’t feel it, but how often can you feel something before everything goes absolutely wrong? You can’t. 

But it’s unimportant. A knock comes at the door and you scramble to your feet, flushing the toilet and rinsing out your mouth before opening the door. It’s Idia. He gives you a look and starts stripping, turning on the shower and handing you a hair tie.

“You look sick.  What’s wrong with you?”

“O-oh, I… I don’t know. I feel fine.” You’re not sure how to tell him, so you lie. Maybe you won’t have to tell him. You pull his hair into a bun and he hops into the shower. 

You stand there for a moment and he peeks his head around the door at you, “What are you doing? You want to join me?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just thinking.”

“Go see if Ortho can get you some aspirin or something so you can start acting normal again.” He mutters.

You leave. It’s fine. Idia’s dorm room is always cold. He keeps it like that on purpose. If you’re cold and he doesn’t provide much more than these stupid skimpy pajama sets that are cute but are also thin, so you’re more likely to cuddle up to him or wear his hoodies. At least he has good taste in that.

You don’t really feel like undertaking the task of looking through his closet, so you take a seat in Idia’s gaming chair, which is still warm from him sitting in it, and sigh, laying a hand over your belly. He said that Ortho was here, but he must be out getting breakfast, since you didn’t immediately hear his high voice  shrilling in your ears, “Good morning!”

You like Ortho just fine. He’s not your ally, but being around him is better than being around Idia. You wished he’d been gone for longer. You sigh and your head begins to hurt, “Hi, Ortho.”

He giggles a little and puts down the takeout bag, smiling as he turns back to face you. And then he just stares, chartruse eyes boring into you.

“Ortho, is there a problem?” You can’t hold your tongue about this any longer. You have a headache and honestly you just want to take a fat nap and let the world, small as it has become for you, deal with itself.

Before he can respond, Idia strolls out of the bathroom, lazily greeting Ortho, “Hey, Ortho.”

“Hello!” His voice is just so grating. You want to throw something.

“Mmm.” Idia glances at you, walking over and nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand, like he’s shooing an animal, “Go lay down.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you ask Ortho for-”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He stiffens ever so slightly, then hunches down and digs through the takeout bag Ortho brought in, “Are you acting like this because you’re on your period?”

“Did you really just ask me-”

This time, it’s Ortho, not Idia, who interrupts you, “Oh, they won’t be having a period for a while.”

Idia freezes. You freeze. Ortho goes back to what he was doing, humming as he makes the bed. Idia turns to narrow his eyes at you, his eyes sliding down to look at your midsection and feet, and his eyes roll back into his head and he’s hitting the ground. Maybe if you cared more about him, you’d check to make sure that he was fine, but as it is now, you don’t really have the energy or wherewithal to do so. You rush into the bathroom and cower near the toilet, like there’s a tornado or something outside. You’re distressed.

He doesn’t know it, but Ortho just vocalized the actualization of all your fears, the culmination of your meager existent, all rolled up into this… this parasite in your stomach. You swallow your incoming hysteria and make a decision. You’re going to get up. You’re going to get a change of clothes. You’re going to take a shower. And you’ll be fine. You’ll figure this out. You always have before. You’ll do it again.

When you exit the bathroom, Ortho is blowing air into Idia’s pallid face, and Idia is groaning. You ignore the pair and go to the closet. You grab a change of clothes, the rabbit-themed set of pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, you turn on the water. About as soon as the stream hits your back, you’re screaming. Sobs break from your chest like a hammer going into ice, smashing its way out despite every effort you make to keep it together. You’ve barely got the peace of mind to quickly wash yourself, and when you exit- the water is cold, too cold for comfort- you dry. You feel twitchy, after crying so hard. You tug on the spaghetti strap shirt, the bunny face stretching against your skin, and then you’re staring at the hanger.

You remember reading something, a long, long time ago. You were far too young to be reading this type of thing, the gorier parts of feminism and women’s rights, but… you remember a passage. The wire twists apart easily as you remember the story. A woman, desperate to be rid of the parasitic growth in her womb, just as desperate as you are now, used a wire coat hanger to remove it. It’s been so long that you can’t remember how it ended for her, but you remember the rest very clearly. The bent end, no longer crooked after you bent it, slips into your opening so easily. You can barely feel it. then the door opens, you freeze,  and you hear Ortho scream.

“Idia!” He yells, and there are footsteps and a moment of silence.

You look up at Idia’s honey-colored eyes that are glued to the wire hanger sticking out of your body, see the way both of the Shroud boys are looking at your current unfinished action, see the slow spread of crimson into Idia’s long hair, starting at the tips and spreading like, well, like fire, to the roots. There’s that familiar three-tap warning, and then you drop the hanger, clutching at the collar as the strongest shock you’ve ever felt hits you like a truck. It’s worse than the time you didn’t want to hang out with him, worse than the times you’d stray too close to the door. It forces you to your knees, sets your body into convulsions that shake the twisted hanger out of you, makes you foam at the mouth.

Somewhere under your anguish, you think you hear Ortho robotically say, “BPM reaching critical levels.”

The current stops and your body stops convulsing, relaxing so hard that your world, small as it has become, goes black. When you awake, you’re reliving a distant memory: you’re bound, hands and ankles, on the bed. You’re dressed again, one of Idia’s hoodies draped over you like a blanket, and Idia is just staring at you, holding your collar. He looks pissed, but his hair isn’t red, at least. He’s noticed you’re awake, but he’s not saying anything. He turns slightly in his gaming chair and throws the strap of leather on his desk, the wiring fried. There are holes burnt into the leather, and Idia stares at it blankly before he starts typing away on his tablet, his own voice coming through the device.

It sounds about as burnt out as the shock collar looks, “I bet you feel pretty bad, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response. It doesn’t matter to him, since his fingers fly as he keeps typing away.

“You’re a fucking moron. Only someone stupid would try to-” He doesn’t finish the sentence and hits the desk, standing up and pacing. You can’t see him, but you can hear him panting. 

You try to de-escalate, sort of. The shock collar isn’t around your neck anymore, but you really don’t need him to work himself up again, “The word is ‘desperate.’ I don’t want… I don’t want this. This thing growing inside of me, I don’t-”

“You’re not the only one with a parasite.” His voice is quiet but seething. It breathily cuts through the air like a knife, aiming for your soft parts, “You just have the privilege of being able to get rid of yours comfortably.”

“Really? So you putting this thing in me isn’t as bad as I think it is?”

He paces back into view and you notice something missing. Someone missing. You lift your head a bit to look around and Idia takes a heavy seat at his desk again. This state is rare. It takes him a while to relax when he gets like this, but you’ve only seen it aimed at others, like that time his account got temporarily banned because one of his party members was hacking. At least that had an easy solution for him- you’ve never seen him grin as much as when he had the poor guy swatted and watched through the CCTV cameras around the poor fool's house.

“We’re going home. I’ll fix your little problem twofold, since I’m the only competent one between the two of us.” He types out, his recorded voice not lagging once.

“What? And what do you mean you have a parasite?”

He doesn’t look at you, but you think you see him wipe his cheek with his sleeve, typing with only one hand, “Ortho is gonna come back with some burn cream. I lost my temper and you got hurt. Not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t deserve any of this. I asked you if you had a condom.”

He doesn’t respond to that statement, instead typing, “I don’t love you. You know that, right? Love is for the idealistic masses, those who aren’t capable of keeping their feet on the ground. You’re just someone who has taken up a space in my mind. So the solution to yours won’t be permanent. Seven knows my parents will be getting on my case about providing them an heir eventually.”

“So I’m just here for eventual marriage security?”

Idia doesn’t respond. Ortho strolls in, placing a tube on Idia’s desk and goes out of your line of sight, seemingly to tidy or something. You don’t really care. He’s not your ally. He’s never been.

Idia sighs, then goes back to working on something on his desk. You don’t know how much time passes, but he loops it around your throat and unties you. It’s sitting a bit lower on your neck, just against your collarbones. There’s a three-tap warning, but no shock afterward. Just the flat look on Idia’s face.

“I should start calling you ‘baby’, kitten. It’d be so much easier for you to understand your position.”

“That’s not funny.” You say, “I never asked you to bring me here.”

Idia shrugs, “Well, I don’t think of you as a pet. With the way you act, you might as well be a pest.” He grins, sharp teeth on display, “Maybe I should put out some glue traps… or start dosing you with raw garlic and ivermectin.” 

He starts laughing, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You tell yourself it's the pregnancy hormones. Idia laughs harder at your expression.

“Aw, kitten, I’m just teasing. Come sit with me.”

“But I-” That three-tap warning from your new collar cuts you off. You stand up and start walking the two steps between the bed and Idia’s desk. When you reach your hands towards the collar, it zaps you. It’s quick and not too painful, but it gets you moving towards Idia. When you take a seat on his lap, he leans to bury his nose in your hair, a thrilled noise escaping him. He drops the burn cream in your lap.

He just watches you as you unscrew the lid and reach for your neck. There’s a three-tap warning again- bzz bzz bzz- but you ignore it. The second your fingers barely graze your throat with the cream, you get zapped, short and swift, but uncomfortable enough. You drop your hand and it goes away. When you look up at Idia, he takes the cream from your other hand and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to click into one of his many tabs for some anime streaming site.

“Good. It works.” Is all he says.

As he dabs the cream onto the electrical burns on your neck, you have to blink away the despair again. It’s settled over you like a blanket, eaten holey by moths and worms. Every move you make is accompanied by tentative fear, a worry that Idia will do something awful if you do certain things. You never once considered it would go this far, though. Ortho drops something onto Idia’s bed, a hefty-looking luggage set, and Idia pays him no mind as he tucks away some clothes. You don’t want to admit it, but you don’t want to be around any more people under Idia’s thumb, whether they know it or not.

#twisted wonderland #tw: dark content #disney twst #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #yandere #tw captivity #twst #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat #wire hanger #tw abortion #tw pregnancy #tw miscarriage #tw shock collar #tw periods #tw misogyny #tw accidental pregnancy #tw forced pregnancy #tw forced marriage #implied #yandere idia shroud #idia shroud #twst idia #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #afab reader #tw afab reader #tw self destructive behavior #tw unsafe abortion

[goldenhornss]

It makes me so sad that the polish King-Queen Jadwiga was just...so mistreated.

She took throne at 11 years old. She was forced to marry a way older man some years later.

My history class claims she was humble, that she gave crystal jewelry to support a college, that she surrounded herself with educated people...

But she died at 23. She was so young. She mustn't be happy spending all her child years being forced into a role of a King. She mustn't have been happy being forced to marry some old guy she didn't know who also had a bad reputation.

And she died having a child for that man. Yes she was an adult then, but it still. She probably never felt anything for him.

I feel so bad for her. She deserved to have a normal childhood, she deserved to choose who to love.

#tw forced marriage #tw death mention #history #polish culture #polish history #poland #idk i just felt it

[cheesecakethots]

hiii I came across your blog and fell in love with your yandere illumi posts!! <3 can I ask how you think it’d be like if reader actually WAS pregnant and forced to carry the child to term?? if ur comfy ofc!!

ahhh thank you!!

tw// unwanted/forced pregnancy, implied noncon, reader depression, reader su1c1de attempts. this is SAD. just SAD. minimum comfort from this. also you have a baby and you don’t like it

this is the worst possible outcome

i try and kinda base reader off of how i would react in that situation, and my reaction would be BADDDD.

the second you realise that you’re pregnant you’re already making plans to throw yourself off the nearest balcony or down the steepest stairs in the manor. unfortunately, illumi is going to account for this. he’ll probably realise you’re pregnant before you even do, and soon enough the whole manor will be “baby proofed”.

there’s going to be butlers following you every step of the way, anything sharp is taken from bathrooms or your bedroom, even illumi has started to cut your food up for you. it’s extremely demeaning and only settles to make things worse.

you’ll start growing quiet as the pregnancy progresses, first out of spite and then out of genuine sadness. as far as you think, you’re truly just a womb to illumi and his family.

illumi will notice how depressed you’ve gotten, but he’s not exactly a comforting person. he’ll monotonously give you compliments, silently hand you bouquets of flowers, and tell the butlers to prepare your favourite foods as though any of those things are what you want.

occasionally, if his worry starts to grow, he’ll allow you outside into the garden for a couple of hours. he’ll even arrange a little allotment for you to plant your own. you might not even like flowers, or gardening, but the distraction is nice. if not, you can still wander the grounds, as though it can give you some illusion of freedom. it doesn’t.

illumi tells you that during your visits to the garden you’re truly on your own; no guards, no butlers, no maids, and none of his family watching. it’s not necessarily true. he’ll be behind you every step of the way, hidden in plain sight. he once believed you’d start appearing happy when no one was around, proving that it’s all a rouse and that you’re fine. he quickly discovered it wasn’t fake when the first time he watched you in the garden you found a bench and cried on it the entire time.

he starts to convince himself that when you give birth to his child you’ll recover, and you’ll love them and feel less lonely.

you don’t.

the birthing is messy, probably due to your stress, and it’s the first time anyone in the manor has seen illumi so nervous. it may not be obvious to you, but to those who have known him his entire life, it is.

you don’t love your baby. sometimes you can’t bring yourself to even look at it. you know that illumi and his family are going to be training it to be as bloodthirsty and murderous as them, so you tell yourself that there’s no point in even bothering trying to grow close with it.

in all honesty, you’re in for a fucking awful time. illumi might get irritated with your lack of love for your child. he might think another will make you feel less lonely. only when you stop talking and stop reacting entirely does he realise that he truly has broken you.

i don’t really enjoy writing about reader having kids because it would be my worst nightmare. literally horrifying. that’s why illumi is so damn scary, he’s having a child whether you like it or not.

if you do manage to get rid of it before you give birth, illumi is going to be fucking pissed. expect yourself to be taken into the basement for a week, at the minimum.

best case scenario for this is that reader can’t have kids. fuck this shit.

i could potentially see illumi turning away from his family and their insistence for him to have a bunch of kids, but only if your pregnancy was that bad. if you almost died during childbirth, i could imagine him being extremely shaken up about it, and may not want to see you that way again. that a very big if, though.

#tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere hxh #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #yandere illumi x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere illumi #tw noncon #tw pregnancy #tw unwanted pregnancy #tw forced pregnancy #tw forced marriage #tw: noncon #tw suicide #tw suicide attempts #tw su1cide #tw childbirth

[fantasci-side-blog]

Since I know a popular trope in fantasy and royalty stuff is marriage, both forced and arranged

Here's the difference between arranged and forced marriages copied from another post I wrote

No hate if you use the trope, just make sure you're using the right terms and aren't putting your culture on a pedestal while putting others down

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If a marriage is forced then it can't be called arranged, even if it's arranged for one, as a matter of principle and definition since arranged means they both agree. If either one doesn't agree, it's not arranged it's forced.

And arranged marriages are the norm in most of the world, most of which are healthy (most arranged marriages are perfectly healthy and the people involved are perfectly okay with it).

It's not that arranged marriages have more instances of unhealthy over love marriages — like you haven't heard of abusive boyfriends/girlfriends or otherwise significant others in Western culture — in fact, since arranged marriages mean that both person's families researched their potential spouse AND their family AND personal history, AND you find them more via word-of-mouth, arranged marriages seem to be the safer bet.

(of course, your family and friends can research your SO you're in love with too. But if you're like "I don't care about their past! They've changed!" that's, well, I hope the best for you.)

Arranged marriages can also have a period of getting to know the other person before making it official, and the engagement period can be as long as they want — I'm talking multiple years — where the couple interact and invite each other places, on dates, or just outings with family or friends, but it's all chill. Or just message each other on your phone.

You can even do the thing where you, like, ask your fiance to drop and pick you and your friends from places and stuff without anyone batting an eye (they're part of the family, your friend group (your social circle) etc now!).

Arranged marriages can (and most are) healthy; please don't confuse them with forced marriages which are (ideally) a crime both religion- and legal-wise.

Just wanted to clarify because someone once told me people confuse all arranged marriages as forced and think of the cultures where this is a norm as backward or in an otherwise bad light.

#fantasy #royalty #tw forced marriage #tw arranged marriage #tropes #bad tropes #Misconceptions #engagement #fantasci tumblr

[azlrse]

Okay, hear me out on this one.

What if the reader USED to love Cacao?

Allow me to explain,

The reader was actually courted and taken on dates by a younger version of cacao. They loved it and him. Dates to watch the sea? Loved that the most. Eventually, after courting the reader for long enough, he pops the question which the reader says yes! Oh how they both were happy!

That is.

Until his love became more and more obsessive. The reader can't get anything done with him constantly looking over their shoulder. He even puts an arm over the reader whenever they go on walks together.

It was suffocating and emotionally draining.

The reader hit their limit when they overheard him threatening their best friend with banishment. So, They decided to end it with him!

But, we all know where that got him.

CW: yandere themes, abuse of power, possessiveness, manipulation, delusional mindset, angst with a hint of fluff.

A/N: man, I love writing for Dark Cacao as a yandere-

I can see Dark Cacao's potential as a yandere due to his overprotective nature towards Reader Cookie but before we go through his circle of madness, let's go back to the beginning of your love story with this lonely king who holds great power of both his kingdom and his soul jam.

Just like what I've mentioned, Reader Cookie came from the Milk Tribe. However, Reader Cookie isn't actually a cookie who was born within the tribe but was adopted by two milk farmers when they're still an infant, abandoned within the cold environment as wolves stared towards the helpless child. They were saved and raised as if you were their own child.

As you grew into adulthood, that's when the young Dark Cacao saw you for the first time. Enamored by your quiet personality, reading countless of books and giving him enough milk to his fellow friends (aka the ancients) when they arrived at your village for the first time. The young prince didn't mind your kindness towards the others, unbothered even but couldn't resist on the sound of your voice whenever you talk about some of your favorite books or how you kept on persuading him and his friends to take some of your delicious and sweet milk for their journey back home.

What you didn't realized is that the young cookie you recently befriended was not other than the king who ended the feud between the dragons of the north and south. A king who was one of the guardians of peace and was crowned as the king of the newly established Dark Cacao Kingdom.

And that's when the newly crowned king realizes that he was indeed in love and gained intense feelings for you, a mere peasant who came from the milk tribe who takes care of him and his friends during their difficult journey within the blizzard. He admitted once to his friends that your knowledge and intelligence was kinda attractive too, if he's honest.

So, he came the a few months after his ruling and presents to you a bracelet made from the finest stones and gems he found within the citadel's walls. It still has the lingering coffee smell, it was pleasant and quite beautiful for a simple bracelet. He asks you for your hand in courtship and admitted that he gained such feelings of happiness and love whenever he's around you. Imagine his adorable smile when the moment he heard that sweet yes from your lips, hugging you tightly as your family and friends cheered for this newfound celebration.

The young king spoiled you alot! Taken on special dates and giving you lots and lots of gifts (mostly books) that reminds him of you. Let's not forget about the time the two of you have that sweet first kiss during a snowball fight as the two of you landed on the soft snow below.

And after 200 dates, he was finally ready to settle down with you, not only as his lover but as the co-ruler of his kingdom and if you want, to raise a family with him. He presents to you a box and opens it, containing a tiara with huge gems placed within the tiara's exterior. His soft hearted "marry me and make me the happiest cookie in all of Earthbread?" Is what convinces you that this cookie, kneeling in front of you with a box on his arms is truly the one for you. I mean, despite being king, Dark Cacao still treats you with so much love and adoration. You dated him not because of his royal status but also because he's a compassionate and protective cookie.

So you said yes, marking the first mistake you ever made.

As time goes on, more and more red flags began to appear on your fiance. He would constantly glare those cookies who took an interest towards you as his hand around your waist drew you closer towards him. He kept on berating you that you're so selfish on having so many people in your life when the only cookie who's worthy of your love was right in front of you. Manipulate and sabotaging your relationships (wether it was familial or purely platonic) to the point that you felt alone and came crawling back into his arms.

The last straw is when you heard in the throne room that one of your friends deserved the ultimate punishment; to be banished outside of the kingdom.

You shouted for you fiance to stop this nonsense and asked him what drove him to banish your friend when he didn't do anything to betray the king and the entire kingdom. His reason? This cookie was one of your closest friends and was indeed a crime to even take a glance at the future king/queen of the kingdom.

So you told him the ultimatum; it's either he would stop his delusional and possessive antics, giving you and your friend the freedom you both deserved and you'll stay with him or he continues walking on this dangerous path and you'll be gone, no longer being his fiance and leave his kingdom for good.

He didn't like this, not even one bit.

In other words, you decided to choose to stay with those cookies whom you cared so much rather then him? He should be the deserved your love and affection. He should be the one alone being the most important cookie on his life. You deserve to be one of the royals living in the Citadel and the one bringing him an heir to this kingdom (aka Dark Choco Cookie).

He waved his hand, a sign that the king and his lover wanting to have their alone time. Many of the cookies are leaving, including your friend who was held prisoner until the king decided to his final punishment. He stood up from his throne and walks forward towards you. Dark Cacao was taller then you, stronger even but you didn't feared him despite you being averaged size while you glared to his purple eyes.

Without a word, he grasp your arm and pulled you closer towards him. Dark Cacao gave you a sharp look towards you and spoke after seconds of silence.

"There's no backing out, beloved. There will be a wedding waiting for us and you're going to wear that kimono I made just for you. If you're thinking of escaping the Citadel, think about your family and friends. You don't want them to be in danger when those predators and wolves lurking around the area are marking their next meal, hmm?"

"W-what do you mean, Dark Cacao? You're scaring me..."

"If you refuse this marriage, they're no longer be protected by the warriors of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Leaving them by their own terms without such protection and to be placed within the danger zone of the kingdom."

"You can't do this!"

"Then what will it be, Reader Cookie? Will you promise that I shall be the only cookie who is worthy of your love and affection?"

Your eyes went straight to the ground, contemplating wether you should risk your freedom for the sake of the safety of those cookies whom you cared for the longest time. It was suffocating and it felt the the ticking bomb that was placed within your head was counting down to it's last digit. Now you felt trap within this spiraling circle of madness with only the king by your side.

You desperately wanted to see the old Dark Cacao Cookie whom you befriended and the cookie who gave you sweet kisses and cuddles whenever the temperature becomes unbearable. You searched within his eyes the last bit of that flame that sparked the love between you and him.

And it looks like you made a choice....

If it's for the sake of those cookies then so be it but you swore to yourself that you will hate the king in this loveless marriage he proposed to you.

"Fine, but only because I wanted my friends and family to be safe with the kingdom's walls. There, happy now you delusional freak?" That was the beginning of your hateful endearments towards him but didn't mind it at all. Both of his hands traveled below your waist and pulled you closer to his broad, shiny armour. He gave you a small smile, feeling the euphoria and relief upon hearing your answer. "Very much so, my love."

And it was sealed with a kiss.

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Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#tw yandere #tw manipulation #tw forced marriage #soft yandere #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run #cookie run imagines #crk dark cacao cookie #dark cacao cookie x reader #yandere dark choco cookie #dark cacao x reader

[emmaloo21butwriting]

Yandere Peter Pevensie x Fem! Reader

Could be a single but also a part 2 to this link which was requested by @flowercrowns-goodvibes. Def gonna be a part three, I already know, it will probably be the last

Warnings; Yandere, Murder, Love-Bombing, Gaslighting, Stockholm Sydrome(ish), Forced Marriage, Abusement, cutting, throat slit, graphic violence(not towards reader), yelling, escape, use of good girl(not inappropriately), threats to kill ((tell me if you find more))

Y/n was in the garden, by herself, her back against the wall, a rose in her hand.

Peter walked over, sitting beside her.

“Hello,” he smiled.

“Hi, Peter,” she whispered, hugging his arm.

“Love,” he handed her even more roses, a bouquet.

She added her small pink one to the pile, holding it.

“Awhh..” she grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he held her face, kissing her.

•

“Peter?” Y/n went to him, he turned to her, working.

“Yes?” No matter how angry he was, he acted fine.

She went to him, “My roses wilted, can I go out to the garden and get more?”

“No.”

“Why?” She stared at him.

“Because I said so!” He yelled, stand out of his chair and facing her.

She flinched back, he sighed.

“We can go,” he whined.

“I don’t want to,” she said, at least not anymore.

“Then why’d you come in here?” He stared at her.

“Nevermind,” she walked out, closing the door, tears started to stream down her cheeks.

•

“Y/n,” Peter came into her room, “Would you like to go to the gardens..?”

She was not anywhere to be seen.

“Where is my wife?” He went to the guard outside her room, pulling him in and shutting the door.

“Sir, she was in here, I don’t know—“ before the man finished his sentence Peter had slit his throat.

“She went to the gardens, your highness, I believe Queen Susan is with her.” A maid squeaked.

“Thank you,” He strided out, down the hall, turning left and down the stairs, then outside to the garden.

“I’ve got to go inside,” Susan smiled at Y/n, who had a grin on her face.

Susan saw Peter, “Perfect timing.”

Peter came over, rage on his face.

“Susan asked if I wanted to go to the gardens-“ he grabbed her throat, she went silent.

“Good girl, didn’t feel like killing anyone else..” he chuckled.

“Be a shame if Susan were gone, huh?” Peter said, Susan was watching.

Y/n was crying, Peter let go of her throat.

“Peter,” she was as silent as could be.

“Hmm?” He kissed her head.

The thought of saying Susan saw them was amazing, but why should she, Susan did not deserve to die.

“I love you,” She nuzzled into him, pretending to love him, when truly, she did not know.

•

Susan had brought Y/n back to her home kingdom, where she was taken by her mother for safety. Y/n just wanted to everything to go well, she did not want to leave, but Susan did not want her in the castle.

#Narnia #will moseley #Peter pevensie #narnia x reader #peter pevensie x reader #x reader #will Moseley x reader #Peter pevensie imagine #peter Pevensie drabble #imagine #drabble #Tw death #tw murder #tw killing #tw stolkholm shndrome #Tw forced marriage #tw #tw lovebombing #tw gaslighting #tw abuse #tw screamjng #Tw yelling #tw slit #Tw cut #Yandere Peter oevensie #Yandere narnia #Yandere Peter pevensie x reader #yandere narnia x reader

[yumnasfunblog]

Stuff that happened in Super Paper Mario

Princess Peach and Bowser get married. This causes a world-destroying hole to appear in the sky

The gaang thinks it's Bowser who kidnapped peach but it was another dude entirely

Mario, Peach, and Bowser all die due to Dimentio just showing up in the middle of the heroes' headquarters and just murdering them just like that

One of the pure hearts (the powerful object the heroes need to defeat the bad guy) turns out to have been turned into an actual alive girl and she chooses to essentially die and turn back into an inanimate object

Luigi dies too due to Dimentio straight up betraying and murdering him

A whole world just dies. When you go back it's all white with a bit of wreckage. It's not the only world that dies

You actually really do feel the whole 'everything is going to die' vibe in the last world

Luigi is turned into a bad guy named Mr. L

Mimi successfully manages to trick the heroes into endless labor (essentially slavery), delay them, trick them into thinking she's the good guy more than once, and turns into a robo spider.

Mimi literally explodes. On-screen. Then she's back somehow. This is given no explanation.

#super paper mario #tw marriage #tw death #tw forced marriage #tw kidnapping #tw murder #tw slavery #tw spiders #tw explosion

[lakeofsilverpike]

I've seen several people latching on to that scene of Lanfear poking fun at Liandrin's 'interesting fixations' and while I'm pretty sure the consensus is that these fixations are ALL about Moiraine, there is still some debate over whether Liandrin is ahh dominating or not. And since I love your blog so much I thought I'd see what you think:

Which version of Moiraine do you think Liandrin fixates on?

a) Sun Queen Moiraine (with Liandrin as her aes sedai advisor)

or

b) Red Ajah Moiraine (who has the same convictions as Liandrin)

*And, what kind of...scenarios do you imagine?

Thank you!

To answer the question you didn't ask, I am certain that in Liandrin's fantasies Moiraine tops. That's what Liandrin was embarrassed Lanfear saw - not that it was Moiraine, but that Liandrin is secretly a bottom.

I headcanon that Moiraine and Liandrin were friends as novices and that Liandrin had a crush on Moiraine. Maybe Liandrin confided in Moiraine about Liandrin’s past, shared just a little bit, but still more than she had told anyone else. Moiraine is Liandrin's queer awakening, the first woman she's attracted to. Moiraine is oblivious, only has eyes for Siuan.

Novice Moiraine is deeply afraid of becoming like her family, deeply afraid of being a bad person. And I think being with Siuan helps Moiraine start to see herself as having the potential to do good. Not just to avoid being evil and stay as far from the Sun Throne as possible, but to truly do good. Moiraine blossoms with Siuan and sees their lives together as spent fighting against injustice.

Liandrin feels she is doing that too, but what she means by fighting injustice is actively harming and getting vengeance against the men with power to hurt women. And Moiraine recoils from this. It feels too close to what she grew up with, even though the ends are so different, the disregard for human life is repulsive to Moiraine. Liandrin is hurt and angered by Moiraine's rejection, but still very attracted to Moiraine and also jealous of the life that Moiraine and Siuan build where they are happy and find joy in being together, while Liandrin is bitter and focuses on her mission.

Does Liandrin imagine Sun Queen Moiraine? Good question. I had not considered this before. Maybe there is a part of Liandrin that thought Moiraine should have taken the power and imagines a Moiraine who would have been able to embrace more ruthless methods and see the truth of Liandrin's worldview. Liandrin doesn't know (because Moiraine never confided in her, never trusted Liandrin enough to share anything too personal) Moiraine's deep fears and the cruelty of her family. So Liandrin might think of Sun Queen Moiraine and think this is sexy as hell (Siuan doesn't think it's sexy. Siuan knows how desperately afraid of being queen Moiraine is, knows the thought of it fills Moiraine with so much fear and self-loathing).

As for Moiraine as a Red, I can believe that once upon a time, Liandrin thought about that. When she was opening up to Moiraine as teenagers, when they were friends, and Liandrin confided in Moiraine about Aludran, maybe even about Liandrin's marriage, and hoped, though never dared to say, that maybe Moiraine would be interested in Liandrin, maybe sex could feel good with another woman. Liandrin imagined that maybe Moiraine could be the person Liandrin experienced sexual pleasure with for the first time. I think that dream faded long ago, and Moiraine as a Red was less of a sexy image as a comforting one, the idea that Moiraine cared for Liandrin and would want to be with her. But the more Liandrin talked about hating men and vengeance and gentling, the more Moiraine turned away. And so Liandrin's crush turned into resentment and anger, but still there is attraction.

In Liandrin's fantasies, she allows Moiraine to be in control, to see Liandrin vulnerable, to keep her safe while they are intimate. Liandrin has never allowed anyone to be in control of her, not after her husband, not since she was the vulnerable child. She can't bring herself to let anyone be in control in bed. But part of her wants that desperately. I think that is probably the most honest answer. That Liandrin has so much sexual trauma that she really struggles with pleasure when she's with another person. She enjoys giving other women pleasure, but she uses it as a means of control, as a way to have power in the relationship. And Liandrin rarely lets other people touch her, doesn't want that, is too overwhelmed by the vulnerability of it.

But there is something still deeply arousing to Liandrin about the thought of it, of being able to give over control and let another woman touch her. And her mind fixates on Moiriane being that woman, because it would never happen in reality and is therefore safe in a way that thinking about this with a real partner could never be.

Thank you for making me think this through. I think my answer really is that Liandrin's fantasy is being able to let another person touch her and let that bring her pleasure. I think it's something she had a lot of trouble doing because of her history of trauma. And because Moiraine is someone who would never consider being with Liandrin in real life, it is safer to fantasize about her being the person to give Liandrin pleasure. Because Liandrin can never actualize this fantasy with Moiraine.

TLDR, Liandrin could use therapy. Her fantasies are of being able to have sex in an intimate way and allowing someone to bring her pleasure.

Sorry anon, you left me a fun ask, and I made it very angsty.

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Part One

It was to the feel of a hand soothing itself up and down your back that you awoke too. When you slowly let your eyes open, you saw that it was just barely morning, the sun kissing the edge of the skyline outside your balcony. When you went to stretch out, you felt the effects of last night’s activities protest the movement. You froze for a second as the events of last night filtered through your head before you slowly flipped to your back.

Aemond was behind you, one hand propping his head up on his elbow, the other having been the one on your back. Despite your movement, he continued his actions, his hand running from the v of your thighs up to your throat, undoubtedly a dark purple necklace. His eye was clear and focused completely on you, registering the numerous marks he laid on you before he let you sleep.

Moving his sight from his hand to catch your eyes, he used his fingers to push against each bruise he sucked into your neck and down your chest, tracing the various cuts his knife left against your stomach, and the hand prints that stood out in stark contrast on your hips — mapping out his actions and the marks he’d left. You knew that you looked a fright, like you’d lost a fight with a feral beast — which you felt like you had. As with most things Aemond did, your husband took you to bed and to new heights of pleasure with extreme skill and no hesitations.

Still observing you, Aemond moved his hand to place his pointer finger against the marriage cut on your lip. “I do think this one is going to scar.” He sounded pleased at the thought.

“I’m-“ you cut yourself off with a harsh cough, the bruising around your neck leaving you with an ache that wasn’t help by the scratching your voice gave out. Aemond twisted around to reach for a cup of water he had set out on his nightstand. He was careful as he pulled you up, one large hand cupping your neck gently and the other holding the cup to your lips. The water was cool and it helped soothe the pain in your throat. Slowly sipping down the entire glass, you kept an eye on Aemond.

When you finished the cup and pushed it away from you, you cleared your throat before trying again. “I’m sure you’re beyond pleased at that.”

“Oh I am. Now you bear a mark that declares to everyone that you’re mine,” he pressed down on the wound on your lip, breaking the seal the dried blood had made and making it bleed anew, painting your lips in it. “Every time someone looks at you, they’ll know.”

He leaned down again, drawing you into an intense kiss, licking up the blood lining your lips. He shifted completely over you, pushing your legs apart to settle on top of you. His weight was comfortable and familiar, his hair a silver curtain around you. You reached up with one hand to cup his face, the other one tangling in his locks.

“I told you, ābrazȳrys. You are mine,” the threat was murmured into the silence, tone even and serious. “I’ll be going to mother today to inform her of our marriage.”

“Aemond-” he cut you off before you could continue.

“Shush. To our gods, we’re married and I won’t hear otherwise from anyone,” Aemond’s voice was firm. “I’ll be going to my mother today. And I’ll be sending notice to your parents. You promised yourself to me, ābrazȳrys. Through fire and blood, you are my wife and I am your husband.”

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