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mr stark mr stark mr stark

we love goatees

i went overboard because he is my bias

gn reader

warnings: triggering scenes, yandere themes, obsessiveness, you alr know

Probably occurring within his playboy days, you are a worker of Pepper Potts. So, its no wonder you are strangely attracted to him, or the other way around, because he is the Tony Stark.

You're with mainly with Happy Hogan who informs majority of the time that Mr. Stark is very careless and reckless all the time so you keep your distance.

Which he notices in an instant. 

Being Howard’s Stark son is the reason why anyone would talk to Tony and of course his knowledge, company and wealth makes him famous: it is rather unlikely that anyone would ignore, isolate or even despise Tony.

Its impenetrable to him. He dealt with many haters and people who threaten for his head but none up close, someone he has to see everyday: like you.

However, there are times he would ask J.A.R.V.I.S. about your arrival and somehow: he randomly pops up. 

Its not stalking, he just takes manners upon himself to introduce himself more properly. He thinks you don't know him, you know him based on what other people say, especially since he hears the conversations between you and Happy before you both walk into work.

At first, you expect nothing less. It is his home, his domain and his company. 

However, his motives and intentions remain unclear when he is touchy feely, flirtatious and much more.

You are well aware of how Tony Stark earned his playboy reputation.

He is very charming and sarcastic at the same time. Its almost like he knows what to do to make you even more entertained within his presence but you remain professional in a work environment.

He’s delusional. Its heartbreaking to experience all the shitty things in his life without anyone to support him, so maybe a little bit of the guilt trip may get you to stay a little longer.

Working under Pepper means you also assist Tony, right? So, when you find him sulking at his bar with a scotch on his left palm is highly unusual, but you couldn't just walk by as if you hadn’t seen him?

You ask him if he's ok and he instantly shoots up as if a shock goes through his heart, he turns to you and gives a thumbs up. You pat his back as he continues to eyes his drink with a sappy expression.

However, the clarity in his "heart" is there. Unnoticeable; waiting for your everlasting touch.

You stay with him, not knowing what kind of hell you walked into.

Your social life is cancelled.

Your family was contacted that you had gotten a new job and will be out of communication for a few months.

Not like you even need to work, his money makes money and besides, you're going to be living with him!

While you and him drink and talk your problems away, he tells J.A.R.V.I.S. to send some rando's to your house which he knows where cause he had a tracker on the car he lent to you to pick up your belongings and bring them to your new forever home.

Its all anyone who simps for Tony Stark asks for, but not you. You fight almost everyday and if you manage to escape.

Your best friends would be the first to contact you with a facetime call. Where Tony actually used his repulsor blaster to kill them dead with you on the phone.

Showing you what happens.

Warning you that there will be much more casualties if you don't come back and when you do, everything will be alright.

He'll never hurt you physically. Just emotionally and mentally of course.

"Lets make one thing clear, dear. You are mine, never forget that. For your own sake."

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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nothing can beat og 6, change my mind

yeah this is fucked up but arent we all?

i saw sum like this and wanted to see how i would do it

female reader cuz goodness...

warnings: noncon/rape, gangbang, orgy(?), nonconsensual touching, reader being a brat, occurs in 2012/2013, reader over 18, smutty smut, porn with plot, theres alot more..

the daddy issues in this one are sooo relatable lol

You were with Agent Phil Coulson. He and his men had just picked you up from a Bronx police station not so long ago. You were in jail for a few weeks due to attempted thievery and battery charges. You had handcuffs on that was burning your sore wrists. You had gotten in many fights in the time you served. You had no criminal background: according to Phil, your background was deleted by your father.

You didn't care.

Your old man was never a part of your life: now all of a sudden, poof there he is. If you do say so yourself. You are a HYDRA agent. The hatred of your father grew to the point where you just wanted to see his whole empire fall. You had done many deeds that you were not proud of but you always did covered your tracks. It was odd that you were sentenced a few days in prison due to the shitty Avengers. During a burglary to get some weapon, you were the only one who got caught, on purpose, of course. It was good that your equipment hid your identity.

Phil has told you everything. Feeding you information about S.H.I.E.L.D. and what your father did. You were gladly going to give the new information to HYDRA. You fucking hated your father, despised him. You didn't work for HYDRA because you wanted to. You worked for HYDRA for your own greediness.

In this world: no one cares but yourself. You found out the hard way. You were in a black van that had been labelled 'Stark Industries' on the side. Your stomach turned at the sight. If you had learned anything in your years of training for HYDRA, it was the heroes of New York and their businesses.

You tugged the handcuffs as they now began to burn your skin. “I know this must be confusing to you,” Phil began as one of his men in a black suit with sunglasses on had been in the drivers seat. You look up from your wrists before looking over your right shoulder at him. “The new technology ages. You probably never seen anything like this before.” Phil continued. (Boy was he wrong)

You eyed him with a disgusted expression at the thought of your dad. “Just know that your father was actually happy to know you were still here in New York, probably the happiest I have ever seen him. And believe me kid: I worked with your dad for a long time now.” He stated with a small smile forming with dimples. “If he cared, he would’ve already found me himself or at least show up to my graduation or first prom date.” You spat back, now growing pissed. “He did find you.” Phil answered with caution rising upon his voice. You turned your head towards him as you rose your eyebrow in a questioning expression. “He did?” You repeated with a scoff before rolling his eyes.

This caused Phil to scoot closer to you, probably for some sentimental effect he thought he had or probably give your dad some empathy, maybe even credit. “Your father tried everything. It was your mother.” Phil had stated as the van finally began to go into motion. “Do not fuck around with me, agent. I doubt he ever tried. My pops has a lot of enemies on his radar along so he really would not give two shits about his only child.” You stated clearly, emphasizing that you were his only child as your gaze dropped slightly.

This caused Phil to actually show some signs of him warming up to you. What a dumbass. “He wanted to find you when it was safe. The world has been filling up with threats that cannot be matched nor controlled. That’s when S.H.I.E.L.D comes in the picture.” Phil explains while fiddling with his badge. Your ears practically perked up at the sound of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Educate me about S.H.I.E.L.D, sir.” You stated as the van stopped due to a red light. “What is there to know?” Phil chuckled with an Adams apple bobbing within his throat. 

“There is a lot to know.” 

“That is true.” 

You finally break a giggle. It was hard to tell if you were humorous or sadistic. “Not like that, what I mean is: what is S.H.I.E.L.D? And what does my old man do for it?” You said as you lifted your cuffed wrists to your shirt to activate a microphone within your elastic bra. “Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. was organized to protect the United States from all possible threats. From advanced weapons to extraordinary agents. It cannot be argued that S.H.I.E.L.D. is probably the greatest military power on Earth.” Phil explains while you were shaking in your toes in excitement. You noticed the small red flash within your bra that showed that HYDRA was listening: as they should. “S.H.I.E.L.D. is obviously run by your father but the high council takes charge from a far. Which is why Phase two was even occurred in the first place.” Agent Coulson continues with no shame.

Not a single hesitated answer of all questions you asked. You then pressed the button of the microphone that disconnected the communication access of to HYDRA. Anything you found out would be for you and not them. The car parked in front of some sort of shuttle. This was no definitely no automobile cause you didn’t spot any wheels. “We call it the Quinjet. It is going take us to the Hellcarrier.” Agent Coulson stated while breaking out a small smile. You nodded with amazement before deploying on the jet.  

You sat down while shifting uncomfortably at the hard metal seat while the jet was in motion. You shooed hair that was in your face before crossing your arms once they took the handcuffs off of you. You instantly stood up before walking out once it hit the ground. Phil was fairly behind. You walked off the deck and looked up to see him. Your father. There in his fucked up glory with his black coat that gave him more of his appearance with a plain black tee with baggy jeans along with boots that echoed with each step

You just scoffed before walking right passed him with no greeting. He sighed while turning his head a bit to see you slouching while walking away. “Give her time, sir.” Maria says from beside him while Phil had been on his other side. “I am sure she just needs adjustment, sir.” Maria continues while patting Nick on the shoulder. “Dismissed.” Fury stated simply that caused both agents to depart to their regular stations.

You must still blame him for everything. For the mental hospital, the 5th grade graduation, all the birthdays, your high school graduation: you had just graduated a few weeks ago! He could name thousands of reasons of why you could possibly be still upset at him. He didn’t blame you. He really couldn’t blame you. Your mother had done everything in her power to allow you to grow up with the delusion of your father being a terrible person. 

In all summarized terms: it was working. You despised your father. Having constant anger about the last name you carry. “Fury” the name that was supposed to represent you, it was something you were going to live with forever. It didn’t go the way it should had. You had multiple talking stages, boyfriends, hell even one night stands, desperate for male attention due to you never having any from your jackass of a father.

As much as you were angry at him, you understood him. Focusing on saving the world yet he couldn’t save his own daughter who was going through the multiple suicide attempts with terrible support from fuckboys at a shitty ass high school because her mother, who was practically broke, couldn’t barely afford a school because her suckass husband was too busy not caring for his family!

You inhaled so deeply, you thought you were going to bleed through your nostrils. You could continue your mental rant for hours and practically days but you let it go. 

You strolled around the “Hellcarrier” as Phil Coulson phrased it with a noticeable frown: you were already pissed and you were not here for less than an hour. Your mother was nowhere to be found and you were stuck in the flying hell floating around New York. You looked down at your phone and scrolled through messages with a guy named “Peter” you were talking to until you fell down in a heartbeat. You grunted while rubbing your sore forearm you landed on. “Hey! Watch where the f-” You yelled while looking up at the person that towered before you.

Your eyes nearly flopped out their sockets while your soul dropped down to your stomach and possibly out of your body. Thor Odinson, a tall-long haired blonde who was very much so muscular and taller and bigger and you couldn’t help but eye his noticeable groin. Your mouth nearly watered. “Apologies.” He stated in his accented voice while reaching his hand out: large and calloused.

You could only imagine his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you behin- 

You smile before taking it with dimples forming. “Yea, thanks.” You stammer while cowering under his presence: he was certainly tall. “Are you new here, little one?” Thor asks while raising a brow at you while you blink into reality. “Oh uhm...” You, murmured as you search for words. “I am Nick’s daughter, so yeah, just here visiting so yeah, I guess I am a newbie around here.” You giggled while rubbing the back of your neck in an awkward state. “Well, I can show you to Dr. Banner’s laboratory and possibly leave you there for a sense of directions?” Thor asks while looking down at you with his face still being stoic but he was still fucking sexy. You nodded before trailing behind the walking giant that seemed to know his way around.

You followed behind him, almost losing him until you brought into a laboratory with autonomous, automatic doors that opened for your appearance, you blinked until you noticed that Thor was nowhere to be seen. How rude. You walk inside before glancing your eyes at some saber or scepter. Your body was compelled by its beauty as you walked over to it, its appearance was magnetic. There was a blue gem in some sort of containment vessel: very gorgeous.

You turned on your body camera as the red light flashed, knowing the camera was in recording: you spoke. “You guys seeing this?” You muttered low enough so no surveillance cameras could hear. You heard a ding on your phone as you soon checked. ‘Grab the scepter and return to HQ.’ You read in your mind before scoffing: how the hell were you supposed to even steal a scepter from enemy lines? “It’s an alien.” a voice from behind you said that caused you to twirl around with a risen eyebrow. “Tony. Tony Stark.” He introduced while walking beside you. “It’s an alien, but it’s a scepter?” You asked while attempting to stall. 

He laughed through his nose before nodding. “Yeah, it’s the glowstick of destiny.” He replies while turning his face towards you. You chuckle and then soon looked at the alien-like scepter. “Never seen you around here, what’s your name, kid?” Tony asks while cocking a loose brow at you while you side eye him, observing his appearance. Baggy jeans with a black sabbath shirt with a darker shade of sleeved-shirt along with black shoes. You just shrugged while staring back at the scepter. “Daddy issues.” You stated simply while folding your arms. He chuckles while putting his hands in his pockets once more. “Yeah, whose your old man? Fury? Coulson, no effing way, Hill?!” He rambles while shouting out jokes that actually made you laugh. “Fury.” You replied while rolling your eyes at the sound of his name.

Tony chuckled again, but this time: it was more of a mocking type. “Yeah, you do have his temper and attitude.” He points out while turning his head at you with a slight wink. You scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” You bark while gritting your teeth furiously. Now, who the hell did he think he was? Comparing you to the bitch! “Dad’s leave all the time. No need to be a pussy about it. Here’s what I want you to remember, mini Fury,” He says while pushing you out of the lab. “Kids can’t play with these toys.” Tony chuckles while smirking at you who was visibly frustrated. “Don’t take it rough, kid.” He says while shutting the lab doors on your face. You just looked flabbergasted. What a bitch. You just stomped around the hallways where soldiers looked at you with disgusted yet frightened faces. 

This caused you to think deeply, immediately stopping your tracks. Mini Fury? What did that even mean? Were you just like your father? Your breath hitched and soon heavy breathing was caused by your risen anxiety. “Shouldn’t be so stressed out for someone so young.” a feminine voice says from behind you when a slim hand landed on your shoulder in comfort. You gasp before looking over your shoulder. Natasha Romanoff. You realized your body camera still had been on before engaging a conversation. “Sometimes I stress, sometimes I don’t.” You reply before turning to face her.

She rose a brow before giving her usual stoic look. “It’s not normal for someone your age.” She simply remarks while observing your body in a very implicit seductive way. You found yourself utterly hopeless against her gaze. “You’re Fury’s daughter, right?” She asks while another male comes next to her. You nod your head before looking over at the male who just checks you out with a small whistle. “Hey, Clint. That’s literally Fury’s daughter, dude.” Natasha scolds him while the ‘Clint’ just chuckles while putting out his hand. “We can definitely see which side of the family gave you the looks. I’m Clint. Clint Barton.” He says as his masculine aroma fills your scent. “Y/N.” You reply while shaking his calloused hand, he lowers his hand down onto your small knuckle compared to his and kisses it gently.

You just scoff before snatching your hand back. “Yeah, nice introductions. Where’s my old man?” You say in a very noticeable angered tone while putting your hands on your hips. “Lose that tone and then maybe will help you, sweet bird.” Clint teases while Natasha laughs through her nose while pointing to the main bridge. You nod while strolling away from the two combative partners that had been whispering to each other. 

You walked pass many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D before meeting your father at the control center, turning his body while pressing several buttons: it almost looks exhausting. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to actually talk to me.” Fury says while his back was turned to you as he was commanding the ship. You grit your teeth while walking towards him. “I was also wondering how long it would take for you to understand that it was you that turned me into this.” You remark with the same venom he was holding in his voice.

He turned violently towards you, soon stomping towards you. You stare up at your father as he removed his eyepatch. You nearly pissed in yourself at the sight of it. He stares intensely at you while you do the same: it was a battle of silent screams and voices that was shortened into a stare off. You blinked before darting your eyes away at his eye. “Sir.” a voice filled with authority profession interrupted. You turned yourself around and your eyes widen. Captain America, standing in his glory, in his suit: which was highly unnecessary to be wearing as he approached your father, acknowledging your presence by a quick side eye glance. “Whose this?” Captain America asks Fury who looks down at you with annoyance. “My daughter.” Fury replied while soon looking over at Steve who just rose his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh don’t worry, Dad. I'll be out of your hair soon: not like you got any.” You insult with furrowed brows before crossing your arms and stomping away from the two. 

Steve just looked displeased. “She gives your personality for sure but that tone is disrespecting.” Steve scolds while staring at you depart with an angered face. Why would you talk about your father like that. “Rogers.” Fury began as he put back on his eyepatch. Steve acknowledges him by turning his head to await his response. “Here is what I want your team to do.” Fury begins. 

You walked back to the same laboratory that Stark had kicked you out of. You looked through the madly tinted windows to see the lights off and the scepter still there. You smirk while turning off your body camera. You grabbed a small circular chip from your pocket and placed it on the door code-lock and soon the door slid open you to enter. You walked over to the scepter: as if it was calling your presence while picking up your phone and replying to HYDRA. ‘Got your package, omw.’ you reply and soon grabbed the scepter and clutched it to your palm. Now to just got to find your exit.

The lights suddenly turned on, you mentally curse while turning your body cautiously and slowly at the other door. Wishing you locked that one as well. “You cannot take that.” Dr. Bruce Banner says while his gaze was utterly attracting for his age. You just tilt your head while raising a brow. “I had a feeling you were on to something the moment you walked on this ship,” Bruce begins while stepping forward a step that caused you to step backward.

His presence was getting intimidating. “Agent L/N.” He continues while using your last name that HYDRA had provided that caused your heart to skip a heavy beat. “Have you been spying on me? Aren’t you a little too old to be in the game?” You stall while crossing your arms in a mockingly way. “Your father was aware of your deception the moment he got you out of jail.” Banner says as his lips curl into a smirk at your shocked expression.  

Your eyes widen. How the hell did they know!? You mentally curse to yourself again. Your father really had no faith that you would change? You can cry about that later but now you had to think here and you had to think fast and precise. You couldn’t fight him because he could ‘hulk out’ and kill you in an instant. You couldn’t run past him because he had the alarms in his arms reach, but maybe you could..you go for the door that you hacked using the chip.

You make a run for it only to get cut off by Thor who had a very displeasing frown on his face. “I expected better from you, lady Y/N.” He says while looking down in discomfort, deception. “What the hell do you guys expect from me!?” You screech while clutching the scepter into your hands tightly. “For seventeen years, I had done nothing but make a being out of myself because my shitass father wasn’t in my life for nothing!” You protest while the heartbreaking tears fell from your eyes as you wanted to make them feel remorse. This caused Bruce to lower his guard. You smirk slightly while using the scepter to knock him to the floor and soon make a run for the door, you were almost out the room until someone grabbed your arm, flipped you into the air and you landed on your back.

You groan while looking up at Natasha who just cracks her knuckles a bit before grabbing the scepter before you could. You then felt a harsh tug on your bra and soon the body camera broke. “Cheap trick, baby bird.” Clint teases as he cackles a bit loudly and soon carried you back in the lab: slamming your back against the metal floor. You groan again at the harsh contact and soon Tony and Steve entered into the room. You just grit your teeth in frustration as you got up. All six of them were now in the lab and all stood their ground. You wish you hadn’t left your shit on the Quinjet.  

You held your ground also though. “Game’s over, kid.” Steve scolded as his hands were on his hips in disproval. “Fuck you all!” You yelled while grabbing their attention. “I’m sure you fuckers don’t know how hard it is to live a life like mine!” You yell while the hot tears stream down your cheeks as your body temperature rise from the anxiety forming. Steve reached his fingers to his ear to his comms link while Bruce attempted to reason with you. “Now, sir?” Steve asked that was barely a whisper. “Wait for my signal.” Nick replies over the comms and soon the line disconnected. “You don’t have to live like that anymore.” Nat says while see approached you with the scepter in her arms still.

You stood back from her in fear. “How do you know that? Cause you’re spy and started when you were younger, is that what you call not having to live like that!?” You yell at her in protest as she just blinked in surprise from your sudden information leaks. “Yeah, I read your files,” you say to her while soon looking back at the group. “I’ve seen the shit. Y’all just all talk for justice and global peace but I know what kind of fuckers you all really are!” You screech while soon grabbing all their attention once more. “Now?” Tony asks who was slightly disrespected with your tantrums and outbursts to Steve who soon asked Fury. After a couple of minutes of silence. “Now.” Fury replies and you rose a brow but Thor rushed over to you as Nat exited the lab with the scepter. “I’ll have my fun with her when you guys are done.” Nat says in the distance. 

You rose a brow from confused as Thor charged at you and tackled you to the ground. “The fu-” you said in confusion as you were stripped naked. The windows in the laboratory soon became black so no one could see the violation. “The fuck you doing?! Get off of me!” You yell while kicking your feet and punching all over to put of a fight but all of that stopped when your arms were held behind your back. You furrowed your brow again but you turned your head a bit to see Tony giving a charming yet sadistic smile at you. Thor had put your legs on his broad shoulders while Clint was watching and soon was palming himself as Steve just sighed but his expression was stoic.

Thor didn’t waste any seconds of time before lowering his mouth onto your bare pussy and lapping your folds heavenly with his muscular tongue. “Wait! Stop, please!” You beg while the tears that were forming down your face was stimulation. “You brought this upon yourself.” Bruce says that causes you to look up at him and soon his cock was plunged down your throat as you nearly lost a ton of air from the intrusion. “Calm down, Bruce. Remember this is still Fury’s daughter.” Steve scolds while Bruce grit his teeth and groaned from your warm cavern. “I say go for it.” Tony replies in a cocky manner as Steve looked at his disapprovingly soon gave your ass a quick swat before dropping you onto his cock that caused you to scream loudly that was gagged and muffled from Bruce’s cock as Thor inserted in tongue into your body in surprise. The pain of your wrists had burned your body as Clint took your hand to his as his hand explored your body. You felt hot tears trail down your cheek while you felt your orgasm approach and soon you squirted your juices on Thor's thick tongue. 

You felt exhaustion cloud your vision as it blurred. Steve and Tony had been roughly thrusting into you, moving your body in sync but it was harsh as Thor and Clint brutally pulled your hands to satisfy themselves while Bruce was abusing the back of your throat. All men groaned in unison as you were the pathetic pleasure pleaser. You mentally cursed at yourself for not fighting back. You felt utterly disgusting, disliked the feeling of being overwhelmed in such a wave. You felt yourself go numb: the men were having way too much fun with this as you were on the verge of breaking as your body burned from the ache.

You had reached your orgasm but felt another one build. You just grit your teeth while noticing how their thrusts were becoming deeper and more hurtful. You then noticed something, the door whooshed open and revealed. You managed to push yourself off of Bruce’s shaft. “Dad!” You cried out to him while you removed of your hand off of Clint. “Help me!” You pleaded as the tears fell down your eyes rapidly as Agent Romanoff swiftly was by Fury’s side. “Good job, Rogers.” Fury applauds to Steve who nodded. “Thank you, sir.” Steve manages to say in-between pleasurable grunts. Your eyes widen as Tony chuckled behind you. “W-What?” You stammer while your eyebrows knitted as you felt fear rise from your body. Your father looks down at you, his eyes as cold and stoic as a killer; he was no longer your father. Just a monster.

“Welcome to the gang.” 

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

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i didnt know what last name to give him

disclaimer: everything is dubcon

warnings: 18+ content, dubcon, age gap, daddy kink, degradtion kink, breeding kink, explicit language and ddlg.

You heard a familiar truck pull into the driveway, its tires rustling through the decomposing leaves of the dark fall night. You were on the couch, your phone charging by your side as you tried to look somewhat busy. You were waiting on the man who had been your boss, in a way. You hear a familiar gruff voice of his, as his throat croaked out grunts as if he had been worn out from such a long friday night. You heard the same keys jingle as the man had inserted in the key lock. Soon, the door opened to reveal Eren Yeager. His fiery green eyes had been drained of exhaustion while his chocolate locks had been down to his shoulders, very messy. 

His mustache was trimmed along with his beard that was slim along with his jawline that you couldn't resist to stare or fantasize. You noticed his breathtaking appearance as he locked the door and threw his keys somewhere on the couch. Not giving a damn. “Hey.” he greets you with a small smile, yet the drowsiness in this voice stayed. “Where are the kids?” he asks his eyes shift all around, currently in search for his children.

You inhale a shaky breath, trying to find the courage to explain. No, unfortunately they weren’t your kids. Yet his and his ex-wife: Mikasa, had been divorced for a few months after a rocky marriage. Eren was someone you happened to serve coffee to at your part time and he was ranting all about his life problems, you being the considerate person you are, offered to baby sit his kids when he was off at work. He had two kids. Both him and his ex–wife battled for full custody to this day but both get equal custody. “She didn’t bring the kids.” you simply explained while attempting to prevent your arousal to be noticed.

You had always been fond of the man. Being a college student that works hadn’t been exquisite. If anything, Eren pays you the most than your other job. He worked as some sort of CEO or CFO with his brother Zeke to continue Yeager Enterprises, a family traditional business that went down for generations: that would be that Eren would no doubt be tired. He did have one thing to be happy to come home his kids, and you.

He stared deeply into your eyes, still processing what you had just explained to him, attempting to cower his rough scowl at the name of his ex. “What?!” he gasped in deep protest in thought as he reached up for his hair to grab a ball of it, frustratingly. He went down to his pocket to grab his phone and dialed a certain number with a savage expression. He was pissed, livid even.

It took at least three rings until a familiar feminine voice was connected to the other line. “Hello?” said the woman. Mikasa. “You didn’t bring the kids. Why?” Eren asked viciously as his hand went down to his black tux to forcefully unbutton some, which revealed his his white–shirt and tie before resting it on his hip.

You felt a particular heat rising in between the valley of your legs. You shifted in your jeans a bit to ease the ache. “I just didn’t feel like bringing them.” Mikasa simply stated over the line, you could tell she had the most mischievous grin over her face. From what you were told from Eren, Mikasa had her own satisfaction when it comes to to Eren being upset and miserable.

Eren let out an animalistic growl. It rumbled deeply in his chest that you could feel the vibrations fumble within your body that caused your nipples to become a bit erect. How clueless of you, you forgot a bra. “You just can’t just keep the kids whenever You ‘feel’ like you should keep them to yourself, Mikasa! I’ll gladly go to the lawyer and-” he rambled but soon his frustrating statement came to a pause when the dial beeped rather loudly. “Hello? Hello!?” Eren yelled at the phone as he clutched it in his palm deeply. Damn, she hung up. You held back a giggle from his facial expression. You found it ironic that even though Mikasa didn’t give up her custody and somehow he still had to pay child support. 

The other man that Mikasa was with; Jean, doesn’t pay her expenses to support her how she wished. Eren threw the phone on the couch that rested beside his keys. He let out a loud groan that had allowed heat to crawl on your face. “Hey.” he calls out as his predatory gaze towards you. You flinch from his sudden dominance. “Are you okay? Your nipples got through your shirt.” Eren stated simply as his green eyes flickered to your chest. He let out a deep rumble within his chest as you look down at your traitorous nipples harden through your top. You bit your embarrassingly. “I should be asking you that, are you okay, Mr. Yeager?” You asked while raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response, with deepest sensations within your body. “No! I am not okay! I just...fuck! I.. I need fucking relief.. somebody who fucking cares..and will listen while I fuck all my build up shit out!” he cursed as he hissed deeply within his teeth.

Your body couldn’t cease the thought of being bent over and presented to the man. As he fucked you as a ragdoll, a cumslut, his bitch. He noticed you were still staring. He couldn’t help but check you out. He sat himself back into the velvet couch, his lap slouched as he began removing his tie. He motions you over to him, as if it was a silent command.

You obey in an instant. You lifted yourself off the couch that was far as you slowly stalked over to him. Ears ringing as your heart rate accelerated as you approached him with every step. He was certainly a dominant man that could scare demons. His very presence was intimidating which turned you on. 

“Get your ass over here. Now.” he snarled a command that was too deep that allowed you shift your legs a bit. “Ha, you like getting told what to do by the father of the kids you should babysitting, you slut.” He points out as his hands travel rubbed your clothed core of your jeans. “N-No. That’s not it at all!” You protested, trying to keep a straight face. “No need to hide from me. I’ll take good care of you.” Eren said with a deep hum with his sentence. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, caressing you gingerly in his never-breaking embrace, soon taking you into his bulky lap. You felt his growing erection through the business pants he wore. It was certainly large, not even petite as a regular man. He had a monster in the middle of his legs and god you wanted to feel it so badly.

You felt yourself drool at the thought of his large cock in your tight, little cunt. His large-mouth caught yours in a deep, connecting war. His tongue explored and travelled your warm cavern with flawless glory.

You falter from his grasp. “I bet you wanted this since the moment I hired your slutty ass.” He mocked while his lips dipped down to the flesh of your neck and sucked passionately on your fragile skin. You let out of a breathy moan with a small choke of sobs, it certainly been a while since you had a good fuck. He soon continued to rub more rough circles on your throbbing clothed core that caused you only ache more, longing for him.

Your clothes discarded from your body in milliseconds. His hands travelled your bare body with almost no care. His large yet calloused grabbed your breasts, fondling the flesh roughly: the feeling of his hands allowed you to feel upmost pleasure that your pussy fluttered, along with your heart. A muffled whine rummed through your throat, craving more of his touch. You felt as if you were, no longer in control of your own body. He had complete control over you, and you loved it. “Quiet.” Eren commanded firmly as you writhed under his touch and tone. Surely, he could smell and sense your arousal, the teasing smirk tugging his lips definitely explained that to you.

“Mr. Yeager...” You whimpered as your legs quiver from his warm, sensational butterfly touches. You soon felt a stinging on your cheek. “You call me daddy from now on, little girl.” He commanded in his deeply gruff voice of annoyance. “Please, daddy! Use me! Make me yours, please!” You submitted with the lewd noises escaping your gaping throat.

You gently rubbed the outline of his boner within his briefs. He let out a small groan before allowing his cock to spread free. You sink to your knees and hungrily took his large, monstrous cock in your mouth He let out loud, sexy groans before raking his large fingers into your scalp, bringing your head down on his shaft to take him deeper into your mouth. You breathed through your nose to calm your throat-aches but his cock was too large for you. You doubt it will ever fit. But you did know that he would make it fit. “That’s right, be a good girl and take it all.” He teased at your gagging and sloppy sounds escaping from you.

Surely, he wanted this as you did, right?

“No. Not like this.” He mutters before releasing his length from within your warm cavern. You look up at him and rose a brow. He looked down at you. He was finally naked. His chest was bare with small bits of hair on it as his abs were showing marvelously. You blushed at the sight of him, but soon picked you up effortlessly and placed you back on his lap, only thing time your back was to him. You couldn't see his current facial expression but you could tell he was smirking with devilish thoughts within his thick-skull.

You then felt something press against your pussy lips. Your eyes widen at his tip size as he brushed it against you, slowly but sensually. Definitely wanting to tease you a bit. You moaned at the small friction of simulation but soon, he had forcefully plugged it to you without preparation. You dig your left arm nails into his hands that was now flexing your leg for a better and deeper position. You felt your eyes go heavy from the intrusion of his thick cock disappearing and reappearing from inside you.

His balls slapped loudly against your pussy lips, creating a loud clapping sound as his pace increased. “You get it now? This should've happen even before you got this job You’re mine.” He says as he nips your sensitive neck. His cock was ramming into like no tomorrow and you couldn’t take the simulation anymore. You were ant and he was the boot. “Ohhh fuck, you feel so fucking good...” he praised that caused your walls to tightened up around him as his pace quicken while letting out deep groans.

His free hand clasped over your mouth to prevent your moans from getting to loud to awake the neighbors. “Like your pussy was....fuckk made just for me!” he says while harshly biting down your neck that soon drew small tingles of blood and his pace went deeply into your inside walls that were clenching for dear life. “Jesus!” He groaned out while his long now dishevled hair tickled your cheeks when his grip hardened when he came to his orgasm. 

You came more than three times on his cock and he just one, coating your insides with his essence. “You’re gonna stay here, you’re mine now. Mine.” He muttered into your ear as you grunted a bit, coming down from your high. He pulled out and sighed from already missing the sensation and tightness of your walls clenching on his cock. You felt his sperm leak out of you that caused you to quiver and writhe.

He placed you surprisingly gingerly on the couch before taking a spot next to you. “Oh baby, look at you.” He says while licking his lips, admiring the sight. You breathed shaky and heavy breaths to regain some sort of control while covered in a thin layer of sweat as your face was disheveled from the makeup you put on to impress Eren today, the semen leaking from your pussy was turning him on. He clicked his tongue a bit, definitely catching on that he wore you out to the max, “I bet you’re exhausted probably. But that’s too bad, you ain’t leavin’ no time soon.” he says with a slight smirk. You turned your slightly tired gaze, narrowing your eyes, thinking he wanted a second round.

“You want daddy to eat your pussy for being a good girl? Hm?”

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ik this isn't annie but 😍

disclaimer: gn s/o cuz why not

warnings: obsessiveness, possessiveness, unhealthy habits, fucked up shit, yandere tendencies & annie being a total badass

Annie is not in a right state of mind. She is so fucked up, both mentally and emotionally unstable when she became a warrior, even before. Yet, her unstability allows her to push herself to become the best lover maybe even better person. No matter the cause. She lost everyone and anything she ever cared for and loved, as if she was curse to rotten and kill anyone she had strong feelings for.

She is a goddamn psycho, and she knows it. No matter what the challenge was. No matter the outcome; her full potential was to please her father.

Her obession grew when she and her fellow warriors had joined the 104th training corps. You were there: had a close relation with Ymir and Krista. She never questioned herself, she had a main plan and there was no distractions for what she needed to be done.

Yet again; rules were always meant to be broken. She found herself utterly helpless under your gaze whenever her icy blue eyes made contact with yours.

She really could not give two shits about the people in the training corps, however, you were different. She wanted to guide you, praise you, love you, and use you however she saw fit.

Dreams are dreams though.

Annie never realized her feelings, they were oddly uncontrollable to handle. She couldn't focus correctly on her mission. That is until the 57th Expedition outside the walls happened. She could tell it was you under your hood. She wanted to be sure when she lifted you in her titan form.

Her large palm could squeeze you without no hesitation. She could have killed you in a heartbeat.

But, no. She used you as a motivation. A prize at the end of a race. The treasure at the end of the mission. It drove her forward to escape the hell and live her life with you.

Armin ruined it. Armin ruined her. She was well aware Armin was quite the intelligent person, You hung around him and his trio multiple times due to you being from Shinigashnsa yourself. She underestimated his knowledge when he claimed his assumption that she was the female titan.

The look of your face. The disgust, betrayal, irritated tears that had escaped down your cheeks. She wanted more. Of course she questioned herself; why did she hesitate to kill Armin? She wished she did there and then you knew.

Annie did escape. Eren was far to injured to chase her up the wall and Mikasa was too late. Everyone thought it was a closer step for humanity due to her departure and new intelligence gathered. It was not. Mikasa noticed something, Erwin did too.

When Annie was climbing up the wall. She clutched something, in her giant palm. It was you. All troops were ordered to take her down? All failed. She finally had her award even if it took a few bruises and scars herself.

She returned titan's forest and put you down somewhere. All she could do is smile. You, her heart and soul, shuddering and shaking from your current state. Defenseless, friendless, hopeless and reckless. She wished to savor all your tears for the main event.

She took your virginity and your innocence. Now: She comes home to a prize. You would be there, putting on a fake, flustered smile as you were in the kitchen cooking. She would come behind you and wrap her slender arms around your waist. You cried. Over and over through the torture. No one was there to assist.

You didn't need them. You didn't need family or friends. She was all you need.

And she will make sure you agree.

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the franchise, this movie: IS SO GOATED!!! 10/10 recommended

disclaimer: female reader cause why not

warnings: kidnapping and one-sided love

At first, Conan is veryy delusional. He’s never really understanding about this love thing.

It’s a myth to him. He doesn’t believe he could possess feelings for a woman or anyone.

Has incredible expectations for women that surrounds themselves around Conan for their safety, but however: the thought of being committed to one threatens him and his pride.

Although, he has many whores to keep him satisfied with his inner barbarian needs, he never did crave one.

He thought himself as a total douchebag when the women he messes around with have feelings for him.

The thought of someone loving him is annoyance, a pain even, a nagging wound you can never heal or stop the bleeding.

His life is devoted to avenge his father’s death, that is, until he met you.

He met you when he met Tamara of course.

Due to you being her unidentical twin: you’re both stuck together.

Conan happened to notice when his feelings first adapted but he avoids it like his life depends on it.

He needs to murder Khalar Zym before even thinking of having heir for the next generation but the indwelling anger and annoyance for Khalar Zym goes away swiftly when he shares your presence.

Your soft, unbearable, peaceful presence.

It’s excruciating.

You’re excruciating.

He wants more.

Yet you’re one few people who show mercy and kindness towards Conan.

Give him more.

Despite Tamara’s disrespectfulness and feminine attitude: he enjoys your gentle and careful touch about him. You would always tend his wounds when needed and he would enjoy the slender feeling but he attempts to push it away.

He doesn’t know why, but for one thing certain: he doesn’t want it away.

He wants to savor it. 

Needless to say: he realizes his feelings. He finally is well aware of the emotions he expresses about you.

Now he will be needing a plan, he is all over the place, in his mind; trying to figure out a well-coordinated plan to confess.

When Khalar Zym was defeated, you and Tamara returned your birthplace to reunite with your families, church sisters and Father Fassir.

He didn’t care as much in the beginning: comrades come and go all the time but this feeling was different.

Sleepless nights and lack in desire of just living begin affecting Conan when you were gone.

Usually, he solves his problems with blood like his savage tribe, but in this case, he takes you, in the middle of the night when you and your church sisters were sleeping.

You were one of the oldest so you had your own chamber which was across from Tamara’s dorm. You were asleep, dead asleep.

It took a lot of courage for him to even think this through but in the end, you were successfully rescued. When you woke up that morning on a ship in the master’s chamber.

You felt a sharp blade hover over your bare leg from the cover, petrified, you refused to move a muscle until a calloused hand cups your chin to face your captor.  

You were startled to see the familiar face. “Conan?” you whimper slightly in surprised, least expecting him.

A grin plasters against his features, loving the way his name rolled from your tongue as his calloused hand remains on your face while you desperately look around for any hope of escape.

“Welcome to your new home, dove.”

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Attack on Titan Main Masterlist

(i accidentally posted this on my main blog instead of my backup, oopsies)

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disclaimer: clinomania is an excessive desire to remain in bed

ʙ.ᴡᴀɴʏᴇ

Upon finding out that you were a bed addict: Bruce is at ease. It’s a 50/50 type of adjustment. It is beneficial in some circumstances. He doesn't have to run around, chasing you around Gotham or worry about escaping.

He practically spoils you with the highest quality things for sleeping. 

A lovely custom made king sized silk sheeted with both of your favorite colors along with matching pajamas and if you act right: squishmellows.

He doesn't care that you sleep every day, he is usually in his bat-cave or risking his life somewhere, however, whenever he have may time on his side: spend time with him.

A good thing about this is that it actually convinces him into getting full 7 hours of sleep, if he’s lucky maybe even 4. 

He's touch-starved after 30+ years in working apart of Gotham as Batman so don’t just remove him and hump a pillow.

He wants you to love him, rely on him, cherish him and vice versa.

So even if sleeping in all the time won’t be an issue in the beginning of this quarrel it will be eventually. 

Now, it takes Bruce a while to be tested over his limits, as Gotham’s best; he is a very patient and studious man, it takes a while for him to get very riled up. 

So, when it is becoming an issue for Bruce, it is an issue that must be dealt with accordingly and better yet abundantly.

He just wants you to rely on him. But he can't just have you sleeping all the time. He refuses to force anything. He maybe a stalker but at least he has class and you can’t penalized him for it.

He tries his very best to keep everything consensual to the max.

As much as he would die and kill for you. He’ll respect it. Until he can no longer take it. But all he asks is for your love, not snores.

He finds it harder and that you both are drifting apart. 

When he does finally confronts you about it, you instantly spat back with the same aggression.

He then loses it all when you blame him for the clinomania. “Maybe you should start getting off your ass and do something about it instead of bitching about it in your sleep, like a fucking coward you always are.” his tone matches his rude demeanor, and that night: he slept in the bat cave.

You both end up “disagreeing.” that night. 

However, it doesn’t take long when you both are back on the same terms, you now spend more time with him (even if you hate him)

You know he means well at his heart but his words doesn’t match that energy and E+ for effort, right?

Although, the mighty Bruce Wayne is patient, caring and selfless: do not be fooled when it tests his level of patience. He plans everything through to prevent catastrophe. 

Out of all of the league; Bruce is the most coordinated

ᴄ.ᴋᴇɴᴛ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Clark is bruised. It is such an overwhelming emotion when your soulmate just gives up on you like that. Will you leave him like Lois? Will he not be able to protect you? 

Perhaps, it is his insecurities or possible PTSD corrupts his level of judgement but he refuses to even allow you out of his sight.

He walked inside your shared bedroom to find you there laying lifelessly. He used his abilities to fly you to the hospital. When you woke up, you would wake up from the light in the hospital lights. 

Rubbing your eyes, you let out mini yawns. “Where are we, Clark?” You yawned while smacking your dry lips together as you search the white hospital room with grogginess.

Clark would stand there, motionless and pale with his mouth agape from the confusion as the doctors behind him had exited the room with slight annoyance.

It wasn’t long until he pulled you to his chest and cried his eyes out, claiming how he assumed he lost you just like everything else around him he cherished. However, you had no sympathy from the man who stole you from your home.

Days turned into weeks when you were on the couch, refusing to sleep in the same room as him: he would just watch. His strength and rush of adrenaline prevent him from needing sleep, he would just watch. 

You in his ray of vision makes a wave of bliss rupture throughout his body, it was a sensation he did not wish to cease.

He didn’t have the time to worry about the world. Metropolis, not even the league when you are his purpose and his future.

He forces you out of bed, and you cannot fight the last son of Krypton, so you oblige. Gym dates, picnic’s, beach walks, restaurants even though he (and the help of Bruce) rented the place out because no one should know of your existence. 

Your friends and family had been ghosting you, the moment you had “disappeared.” 

So, there was no one else but him.

With all of this time with him, you then realized that sleeping is possible preventing you to actually know Clark. 

That maybe he wasn’t all that bad when you first met him. He catches on that you’re warming up to him.

On the contrary; chill days on the farm house, watching the television together, his arm draped around you while you lay next to him, he stares at your eyes which you notice instantly. “What?” you asked curiously, full of intrigue of his answer. 

He laughs through his nose. “It’s just good to see that now I’ve finally gotten your attention.” he smiles, after planting a quick peck on your cheek before caressing your shoulder and returns his attention to the television. 

It isn’t only the thought that makes Clark realizes what his primary purpose is: it’s all the distractions he is willing to put aside to make sure nothing will ever happened to take distract his lover from him. 

Out of all of the league; Clark is most impulsive..

ᴅ.ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Diana is obstinate. Perhaps she is maybe overthinking the disorder but it isn’t herself to blame. She isn’t so bad? You should be grateful your friends have both arms. 

So, why must you spend your days, in bed laying there when she’s there?

Most times, you’re not even sleeping. Dazing off as if you don’t wanna be there with her. “Don’t you grow bore to this game of yours?” She greets you as you were slightly awake, barely able to stand with the cup of coffee in your palm. 

She would come home from her human job, surprised to see that you are still able to even walk. “You are given night time for a reason.” Diana continues, a hand on her fancy hips are she gives you ‘the look.’

You stare back at her rather insult. “I’m given nighttime but you take it for your own intimacy..” you sneered with annoyance.

That’s how it always is.

She would come home for you to do something for your health and then that’s the last she would see you.

It’s ironic though. That you still are somewhat relying on her abilities to provide like groceries maybe even snacks.

It just doesn’t feel right, and a god surely doesn’t bite their tongues.

For now; it was time to use the voice that she was given from the gods that blessed her. “My dear, this must end. The childish acts and the foolish games of this cycle.” she says from within the doorframe of the shared bedroom in the penthouse. 

Diana is well aware you are awake. 

The door was off its hedges from the first time you were taken here.

She rounds the bed as you sit up, now realizing she is now serious. “We are lovers, are we not?” she states while you just scoff at her sentence in annoyance. “We are supposed to care and love for each other.” She continues, you look up at her with a now dropped expression.

You found this to be unentertaining. “You have truly shown that you no longer care.” Diana says, her gaze dropping as her eyes become glossy while her body shook with discomfort. 

You wince, she was crying. Fake crying. “I-I will spend more time with you,” you say as you swing your legs over the bed to embrace the now trembling woman.

You felt a coil in your stomach as you hugged your captor. The feeling was unsettling but anything to get some peace and quiet. “I will spend more time with you.” You coo reassuringly as you soothe her embrace with yours, her arms wrapped around yours in almost an instant. 

Diana was never so easily convinced.

It was wrong, but when was anyone so ever perfect? It was something that had to be done. 

A re-motivator, an eye opener is what she would call her performance the other day.

You now spend more time with her. You claimed her as your lover! Surely things will now be different, no more walking into the penthouse with a back turned to her, but rather a warm welcome. 

Diana maybe cruel, but she is no fool. It would be best for her to leave the situation alone, wait for the right timing. She is almost like Bruce, but what separates her is her pride. Diana would probably be the type of yandere to “handle” the problem in a more straight-forward way.

Out of all of the league; Diana is most manipulative.

ᴀ.ᴄᴜʀʀʏ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Arthur is crazed. He would joke and attempt to hide his anger: not wanting to scare you, but there is this uprising that is waiting to be unleased.

He is probably the least patient within the league: and not afraid to express his emotions and probably a brat sometimes but maybe some can’t handle the honest truth.

He is honestly the less strict and most laidback but to a certain extent.

When he find you sleeping the first time after he kidnapped you: its cute to him. 

He thinks you’re dream your way out of this walking nightmare of a relationship, well that's what he thought at first. 

However, that “cuteness” easily went away when you were just laying down, not even sleeping, listening to your favorite song. Not even reading a book or catching up on your series. 

You were like....a dull person with no meaning or purpose in life.

Have you always been like this? When he took saved you, did he miss a day in your life?

It doesn’t take long until he confronts you head on. Like Diana, but instead of a thought-out plan; he goes straight in, just like he always does. 

You hear his loud, wet boots echo through the wooden floors of the house and the door is wide open so he walks in. 

His body and hair dripping in water which makes you scrunch and turn your back to him. He takes a seat, not minding the mess he is leaving on the bed.

He roughly nudged you slightly, hoping to get your attention. You groan annoyingly but turn your face slightly to oblige his presence. “You gonna get out of bed or what?” Arthur asks while you gaze off into space.

You then roll your eyes, finding his presence a complete waste of time. “Hey, when are we gonna talk? Like an actual couple?” He raises his voice a bit, this time you sit up and match his aggression.

You kiss your teeth harshly. “So the type of couple that ruins lives? Teach me of how a ‘couple’ is suppose to act, Arthur.” You spat with annoyance. His nostrils flared as he clearly shows more anger within his expression. 

Now, you’ve crossed a line. “Well, why don’t you get the hell off of your ass for once and maybe I can show you that I ain’t really that bad.” He replies with a very much more pissed off look.

You then stare at him like he was insane, which he was. “Well, you haven’t really done anything to show you’re good either!” He then just seem like he was holding himself back from anything. 

You scoffed sheepishly. Who did he think he was, better yet, who did he think you were? “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve, your highness?” You mocked groggily.

Just about you were going to lay down, a calloused hand had been wrapped around your throat, forcing you out of the comfort of the sheets and now chest-to-chest with Arthur..

A very enraged Arthur who hadn’t even realized he was hurting you. “I bust my ass providing for you and all you do is just lay around! You know how much people would kill to be you right now?!” His grip was even more tighter than it was before.

However, You weren’t even taken chances even if you were going to die, even if you could see dots when your vision blurred. At least you didn’t have to be near him. “Go be with them..then.” You managed to croak until he soften his grip, allowing you to gasp for breath.

He chuckles loudly, and pretends to think hardly. “Thought ‘bout it. Don’t wanna.” He says, his grip from your throat was gone as he keeps you in his arms.

Of course you were scared, you could feel death from him. “I chose you.” He murmured slightly, his muscular yet moist arms kept you in an embrace, while you were confused and very much scared; since the moment you got here.

Your glare deepen, not giving him the reaction he expected but that honestly turned him on a bit. Soon, a very long exhausting kiss was met between you both. Tongues wrestling with yours that caused you to painfully grip his arms in weary.

Then he dropped you onto the bed. He got up and made his way to the door. “Try sleeping that off. Call me if you want an orgasm.” he said, leaving as if nothing happened. 

Arthur maybe a douchebag but he isn’t as sinister! He just has a hard way of expressing what he wants in a romantic type way. You just know where to hit him, and it really gets under his skin. He never wanted to use anyone you love against you but, damn, he needed to go extreme.

Out of all of the league; Arthur is the most sadistic.

ʙ.ᴀʟʟᴇɴ

Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Barry is bothered. Not like he has a problem with it (he does). Everyone needs a little break. Surely you did too.

It’s a big adjustment. Living with a complete stranger that claims they love everything about you! So he get’s it totally. He doesn’t get that you’re just in the bed and just laying there though. 

Like a NPC in one of his video games almost. 

Barry has the tendency to overthink a lot. He claims that you’re just waiting for the right time to leave him! 

Perhaps installing that camera in the warehouse wasn’t the worst idea.

Ever since you both been together, he always seems he is coming “home” alone.

No warm welcome.

No massage.

Nothing.

He wants you to like kiss him or show affection. He doesn't want to be the only putting energy in the relationship. He felt like you were giving up. 

Like Clark he would find some things for you to do. You would go on dates. Not expensive dinners but dates. He would take you to the movies, strolls in the park, small coffee dates. Something to keep you busy

With the money Bruce gave him; he would take you on small trips. He just wanted you to spend time with him, you know. He just wants the love that he craved for what feels like forever.

Walking back into the warehouse: after a very unencouraging conversation with his father in jail, he comes back with you no where to be found. 

He sighs, not even angry or sad: just so disappointed.

He threw the groceries to the ground before stomping towards the bedroom. He isn't angry; he is just disappointed and maybe sad. “H-Hey? Maybe we can have a quick chat? If you’re not cool, I get it.” He stammers a bit, damnit why can he ever NOT be awkward.

You turn immediately yet groggily. “I think we both drifting away with each other.” Barry says, getting an intrigued look from you with a head tilt. He notices quickly and panics. “I know that I am not the best right now with the debt and everything, and I’m sorry for that.” He stammers, taking breathy gasps of breath as you notice he is becoming anxious.

He breaks eye contact to rub his glossy eyes, licking his now dry lips and continues. “I really do care and love you but I just want to-” He continues, soon interrupted with an embrace from you. 

His arms drop to his sides, unfortunately, the tears will not stop. 

You felt yourself go numb from the tears falling from his eyes. “I’ll do better.” You say, holding him more gently and it was like words in heaven.

He felt himself stop crying within your embrace before wrapping you into his arms as you cuddled for the rest of the day.  

Although Barry is the most immature, there are times when even he, the dummy of the league can become very sensitive. Maybe he is being sensitive, or maybe he cares a lot. He was always taught how to love and he just wants to help you in the best way he can.

Out of all of the league: Barry is the most gullible.

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Upon finding that you were a bed addict; Victor is curious. It’s not his place but shouldn’t you be out living your best life? Not wanting you to escape or anything but like you’re human! You should be out winning football games or shopping or something with your friends.  

He doesn't force you to get up cause like he’s afraid he will hurt you with his body but he does convince you to go outside. “Wanna go shopping?” or “there's a grocery store with your favorites.” He can and will hack everything that is intelligence and robotic to cheat your way through life.

He wants you to know that even with his current state: he can be slightly useful in a way. He wants you to know that there is something can be valuable to life other than just laying down in bed. 

He scans you whenever he pleases. Checking your vitals etc. He would just stare at you, you’re the only thing he had left.

Like Clark, he would watch you sleep: because what he has become, sleep is not a necessity to him. 

Your peaceful and stress-free expression as you slept your worries away. He didn't waste any time before sitting near your bed. He then scanned your body health which was up to his standards. 

He let out a small chuckle before watching you grunt. He rose a brow as his robotic eye scanned your mind. His eye widens at the stage you went through.  

That’s why you always slept in! He felt himself grow guilty from the problematic events you had to go through. Bullying, discrimination, family problems, trust issues, parental issues, dead relatives and friends etc etc.

He never felt so upset before. 

He would wake you up with your favorite food from your favorite restaurant. “Y/N,” He greets you. It was rare to see you out of the bed. Of course you would get up for food and yet again his predictions paid off again. You just do a small and sloppy wave.

He checks your vitals again, just in case you were unhealthy. “Last night, I was there when you slept,” Victor continues and you almost drop your glass. “How many times do I have to tell you to NOT watch me when I sleep!” You screech annoyingly, it was so uncomfortable to you. 

He ignored your outburst and continued, “I know what happened, your childhood. The pain, the suffering..” He said reassuringly, causing you to stare at him with mouth full. You then blink into a shocked state when you realize what he meant.

Victor walks beside you. “Please know that I’m here. You never have to do anything alone again.” He spoke while his robotic hand went to the center of this chest-plate. 

You smiled with tear-filled eyes before jumping onto his lap and hugged him. “Thank you.” You muttered, actually glad that it was all out there as he pulled you into an embrace. “You’re welcome.” He replied as his hands soothingly comforted your back.

Perhaps, Victor is a stalker, maybe curious. He will always knows with the cursed knowledge given and automatically investigates the source of the clinomania. He shows more mercy and remorse towards his S/O sleeping habits that doesn't bother him much due to him always being by their side. 

Out of all of the League; Victor is most sympathetic.

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