Youre Safer Here With Me...

“You’re safer here with me...”

Yan!dad Steve Rogers

Words: 1,554

Warnings: Kidnapping, (Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with it.)

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*hic* *hic* G-godfather Ghost

He’s in the middle of the checkout line when the phone in his pocket buzzes. He ignores it at first, but a glance towards the fifteen year old employee lazily scanning the items of the first of five in line, him being the sixth, tells him it won’t be any time soon before he’s there. He checks his phone, eyes widening when he sees, “SOS” written across the screen. And from Price’s wife no doubt. Three jars of pickles shatter on the floor along with a bag of chips and a pack of ground beef, and he sprints for the exit, car keys already in his hand as he prays nothing is wrong with her.

It’s about twenty minutes before he gets to Price’s flat and pulls into the driveway, already scanning for any signs of struggle or attack. There are none visible so far and he grabs the glock he has in the glove compartment for emergencies before he gets out and runs for the door, banging on it. Footsteps sound behind it followed by a baby’s cry and the door pulls open to reveal Price’s dearest wife, disheveled in dirty clothes and tangled hair (he’s like eighty-seven percent sure there’s baby vomit in it), with swelling tears in her own eyes as she holds a screaming eighteen-month-old.

She takes one look at him before breaking down much like her son, blubbering loudly, “I can’t get JJ to stop crying, Simon.” Tears are streaming down her face as she cries, “I’ve tried everything to get him to stop. I’ve tried feeding, burping, napping, changing his diaper, everything. He just won’t stop.” She reaches out with her free hand to him. “Simon, please, I can’t stop him from crying. Help me.”

SOS, indeed, he thinks and immediately puts the safety on his gun, putting it on the side table as he steps inside, takes the baby, and closes the door behind him. JJ stops crying as soon as Simon starts hushing him and muttering, “Giving your mum trouble, ay? What are we gonna do about you, Banshee?”

JJ’s cries subside as he coos at the masked man and she starts crying harder. “How’d you do that?” she bawls. “Oh God, I’m a horrible mum. I can’t stop him from crying ever. Only Jonathan can. He never cries when Jonathan is here. Only when I’m with him.” she’s almost inconsolable, rubbing harshly at her eyes as she blubbers, “He hates me. My babe hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” Simon sighs and gently takes her in his free arm, putting his chin on her head to calm her more; he rubs her back. “It’s okay, mum” he murmurs. “Newborns aren’t easy. Gotta take it in stride.” He looks at her. “Why didn’t you call Price?”

“Because he’s so busy,” she cries into his black sweatshirt. “He’s so good with him when he’s home and I know when he goes into work, he’s busy and I don’t wanna disturb him.”

“He’s JJ’s dad. Besides, don’t lump the old man in with other men. He’s a good one.” Simon pulls back, free hand wiping her tears. “I’ve gotta treat you like Soap, don’t I?” she only looks at him as his fingers brush her under eyes. “Go eat and shower. I’ll take care of JJ for you.”

She quietly nods, lips pulled in a upside down “U” before she leaves, disappearing into the kitchen. He starts bouncing JJ lightly, talking to him. “Bub, you gotta stop being a banshee to your mum. You’re gonna drive her crazy. And if you drive her crazy, your dad is gonna go crazy and then I’m gonna go crazy.” JJ just laughs and tugs at the strings of his sweatshirt before seeing if they’re edible.

Simon walks to the kitchen and watches as she stands in front of the refrigerator and shoves food into her mouth. He almost laughs, almost, as the memory of a drunk Soap shoving roast beef out of the pack and into his mouth comes to mind. Still though, he watches as she eats until she’s no longer hungry, then bypasses him and goes to her bedroom. The shower starts after a while. It’s almost two hours before she comes out and peeks her head from the doorway.

Simon is there with JJ, playing with a stuffed action figure Gaz had gotten him when he was born, making up stories about himself taking out enemies. JJ is enjoying it, giggling along and she smiles sadly before closing the door.

***

Price gets home around seven-thirty and when he sees Ghost’s car in his drive, he’s confused and a little concerned as he walks through the front door. Setting his things down, he walks around the corner into the den and Simon is there on his couch watching some show about ancient warriors and weapons, JJ drooling onto his sweatshirt.

“Simon?” he calls, and the man lifts the remote in a greeting. “Where’s—”

“Bed. Asleep,” he interrupts. “Been asleep since two.”

Price walks into the bedroom and sees her curled up on his side of the bed, clutching his pillow; he smiles at the sight and closes the door, walking back into the den. “How long have you been here, Simon?”

“Since eleven-forty-five.” He rubs JJ’s back. “Little guy’s been driving her crazy. Crying on her.”

“Shite,” Price curses. “She kept saying everything was fine.”

“Oh no, she’s lying. Thinks she’s a bad mum ‘cause he cries so much with her.” He looks over. “I think he just likes us soldiers, yeah?”

The old man sits beside down on the floor and gently runs a hand through the brown hair on his son’s head. “Yeah, never cries when I take him in.”

“You want me to take him for a few days so she can rest?” Simon offers. “Me and the Banshee will have a good time.”

“I don’t think she’d mind that. Well, she might. She’s awfully protective of the lad.”

“Of course. It’s her babe.” Simon inhales and exhales. “Give me a blanket, yeah? May as well stay the night.” Price nods and rises, handing him a blanket before reaching for JJ and Simon swats at him. “Hands off my godson.”

“He’s my kid,” Price argues and Simon glares at him.

“And I’m holding him. Try tomorrow if you can pry him from me.”

Price rolls his eyes but raises his hands in defeat, content to kiss JJ’s head and, “I love you, son,” before he squeezes Simon’s arm and disappears into the bedroom to cuddle his wife and sleep peacefully.

Your vampire boss puts you to work

General Plot: You are a flight attendant on a private jet and your vampire boss puts you to work. I love humiliation fluff, so this is a lot of that with some vampire fun mixed in... 😳

Word Count: 1.5K

Vampire (Marius) x female reader

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: humiliation kink fluff, sort of sfw vampire fluff, I tagged it mature because it's really heavy on the kink, nakedness and servant master dynamic, blood drinking, some violence and implied minor character death

You stumbled over a foot you didn’t see, landing hard on your knees, the little skirt you had to wear for work riding up and revealing your chaste white panties. You dropped the tray you were carrying and booze went everywhere in the cramped private jet. 

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered, to Marius Everild, the owner of the plane. A glass rolled and bumped his foot and for just a second you locked eyes. They were flat and black, endless void but also…something crackled deep within them.  

His minions laughed riotously and you blushed, scrambling to your feet. 

“I’ll go get a rag,” you said, lowering your head and running to the flight attendant’s station. You scrambled back only to feel a foot on your back shove you down as you bent. 

“Hurry up, dumb bitch,” the man laughed, already too many drinks in, “are you so brainless you can’t even carry a drink?”  

What he really wanted was to see your panties again, a view of which he was rewarded as you stumbled forward, your hands slipping on the wet floor and sliding out from under you. You landed face first, ass up in the puddle of bourbon on the floor. It soaked into your white shirt leaving an ugly amber stain. 

Tears burned behind your eyes, but you just rubbed the floor, putting all your stress into the poor plastic after you’d pushed yourself up again. An unwelcome hand came down and pinched your ass, making you squeal. Like a shadow Marius appeared behind you, grabbing his minion by the throat. 

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” he hissed, snapping the arm that touched you and dropping the man into a screaming pile. 

He turned and nudged you with his foot, hard enough for you to fall over, but not hard enough to hurt you. 

“Quickly, servant,” he grunted before taking his seat again, “I’m waiting on my drink.”  

The mood in the plane had changed from a party to dead silence except the whimpering of the man with the broken arm, afraid of making too much noise. 

You practically tiptoed back to your station to get a new glass and refill it for Marius. When you brought it back he narrowed his dead eyes on the stain on your shirt. 

“Take off your shirt,” he said evenly. 

You sputtered. 

“I’m sorry, sir?” you asked. 

He glanced behind you at the now curious eyes of his minions focused on you.

“Get in the back cabin!” he barked at them.

When they were gone he looked back at you. 

“Take it off, servant. I don’t like to look at dirty things.” 

You were trapped in the air with this man on his plane going to some foreign country. You weren’t sure what to do. You’d been hired privately, there was no HR to report this to. No one was going to help you. Maybe it was just best to go along with it. You’d just watch him snap a man’s arm like it was a twig. 

Your fingers slowly rose to the buttons and you gulped as you popped them one by one. He watched you evenly, like you were a table and chairs, no expression on his face.  

When you were done, you pulled the shirt off and balled it up nervously in your hand. 

“Go get my laptop, I have work to do,” he said and you scurried away to go fetch it. 

When he returned you moved to walk away.

“I didn’t dismiss you, servant,” he said and you swung back around. 

“Get on your knees,” he said, just as smoothly. No inflection. 

“S-sir,” you mumbled. 

“Knees,” he barked and at the tone in his voice you sank down to your knees, trembling.

He looked back at his laptop and started working like you weren’t there.

“Sir?” you asked confused. 

He glanced at you looking annoyed. 

“I didn’t say you could speak. Sit.” 

You swallowed your words and blinked at him. He just wanted you to sit at his feet? Sitting there for probably an hour, you started to space out, your mind wandering. You watched Marius work, his even expression so dull that itself was frightening. You wondered foolishly how he kept his long blonde hair so smooth. It seemed like every thread was perfectly in place. Eventually you dozed and your head drooped. You woke up when Marius pushed you roughly, but not painfully over with his foot. 

“Wake up, servant,” he snapped. 

You jerked alert and pulled yourself off of the floor. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Take off your skirt,” he said. 

You swallowed hard, but stood shyly and slipped it down your hips, kicking it off of your foot. 

“Fold it up,” he said, sounding bored. 

You neatly folded it, embarrassed you did it wrong the first time.  

“Put it under your knees,” he said, “the next time you fall asleep take something else off.” 

He turned his attention back to his work, and you sat there, trying to will yourself to stay awake in your panties, bra, and the heels you were supposed to wear with your uniform. Fortunately, the humiliation and fear you were experiencing kept you alert for some time, your cheeks bright red while you trembled slightly. Was he going to break your arm too if you messed up?

Two hours later you found it was impossible to stay awake in the silent room, the only sound his even tapping on the keys and the white noise of the plane engine. You found yourself without your bra after being kicked over again. 

“Do you have trouble hearing, servant?” He asked as your nipples hardened in the air conditioned air. 

“You can’t follow a simple one word instruction. Are you a dumb little girl?”

You shook your head, embarrassed tears coming to your eyes and you curled up a bit. 

“Sit straight,” he snapped. 

You just shook in fear and made yourself smaller. 

“Are you really good for anything?” he asked, tapping his leg with boredom, “perhaps I should put you out of your misery and eat you.” 

You whimpered and cowered, not sure entirely what he meant by that. 

“Maybe I can use you as a footrest,” he decided, roughly sinking his cold hands into your hair and pushing you down on your knees in front of him, before propping his designer shoes on your back. Your panty clad ass stuck out behind you as you cowered underneath his feet. Tears ran silently down your cheeks as you were terrified to make a sound.

How could this be happening to you? This seemed like a legit job when you took it!

An hour after that, he shoved you with his foot, knocking you over. 

“Footrest, go fetch me a drink,” he said, “the red wine in the marked bottle.” 

You hopped up and skipped tightly to do as he asked, your breast bouncing freely as you went. 

Meanwhile, Marius rolled over in his mind whether or not he should eat you. He could always replace you, that was easy. The problem was he kind of liked your face. Liked it enough that he didn’t want anyone else to touch you…or look at you. Maybe he wanted to keep you. 

He sighed. On the other hand, it would be a pain to train you and you were probably an idiot, he mused. You could barely deliver drinks. In the end your tits made the decision, bouncing behind his glass of blood. They pleased him, so he decided to let you live, mostly. 

It might take a little work, but he would have all the time in the world to make you his perfect servant if he made you like him. A vampire. 

As you approached he didn’t wait for you to hand him the glass, knocking it out of your hand and pulling you into his lap. You squealed, confused. His face had suddenly become a more monstrous version of itself, his nose more feline and his brow thicker. Then he opened his mouth and bared his large fangs at you. You fought him, trying to scramble out of his lap, but he hardly noticed you struggling as he bit you. 

The bite wasn’t painful, but it did make you shout. It felt like an orgasm was running through your bloodstream as he sucked the blood out. You gasped in his strong arms, your eyes rolling back in your head and heady moans escaping your lips. 

He had to will himself to jerk back, biting his own wrist and drizzling blood in your mouth. You would have tried to wriggle away, but his bite had stunned you a bit and you just laid there with your mouth open as he fed you. Over about a minute your world started to go red. Your upper jaw ached as new teeth grew. Your skin grew cold as your blood chilled in your veins. You suddenly felt strong. Really strong. You instinctively fought against Marius, but he was much stronger than you, holding you still with just a little more effort than he’d used before. 

“It’ll be over soon,” he said, holding you down, “and then it will be time to eat.”

You were becoming more and more aware of a thirst building in your throat. Your mouth felt dry. You needed something. Something to quench it, but your mind only went to blood. 

A baby vampire was a very dangerous thing, ravenous for their first drink, high on their new power, and Marius knew that. So, it was mostly for his own amusement when he let you loose in the back cabin with his human minions. It didn’t matter that they saw you in your panties and bare breasts, because that was the last thing that they all saw. 

Man is hurt and left for dead

He felt her moving even before she started moving, heavy arms wrapping around her waist to pin her against him. She gave a sleepy laugh, trying to untangle herself from him. “Babe, I gotta go pee.”

“Pee later,” he muttered against her neck, already throwing a leg over hers. “Wanna cuddle.”

“Baaaaaaaaabe,” she giggled, trying to no avail to free herself. “I gotta goooooooo.”

“Noooooooo,” he mocked back, burying his head in the pillow. “Stay with me and cuddle”

She dissolved into laughter and resigned herself to her fate. “At least let me roll over so I can see your handsome face.”

There was a moment of stillness. “…Promise you won’t run when I open my arms?”

“I promise!” she chirped. “Scouts honor.”

“Alright,” he agreed, unwinding his arms and legs. “I trust you. You better not break—”

The second, his grip slackened, she bolted, hurtling off the side of the bed and into the bathroom, cackling as he started to groan and whine about, “Being betrayed by his most lovely.”

She returned shortly to see him face down in the bed, still groaning and she crawled onto the mattress, laying on his back as she dug her hands under his chest. “I’m sorry, babe,” she murmured, turning her head to lay on the expanse of his shoulder blades. “I had to go tinkle.”

“You left me.”

“I know,” she pouted, kissing his back. “You had to spend two minutes in bed without me. I’m so sorry.”

“Now you’re mocking me.”

“I do it because I love you.” She squeezed his sides. “C’mon handsome, lemme see you.” He turned his head and gave her a pout. “I love you,” she grinned, and he looked away, a smile turning up the corner of his lips.

“Love you more.”

She rested her head back on his shoulders. “I love you most.”

Ngl I'll shoot Graves on sight 🔫😤

Teeth and Skin 1

Ghost and Soap: *show up*

Rodolfo: Can I shoot them?

Alejandro: No.

--

Roach: *appears*

Rodolfo: Can I shoot him?

Alejandro: No.

--

Price and Gaz: *show up*

Rodolfo: Can I shoot them??

Alejandro: No.

--

Graves: *breathes*

Alejandro: Shoot him.

Toddler reader: Daddy why do you have so many scars?

Dabi: I had to make myself ugly to keep the ladies away.

Reader: Oh… Shiggy said it’s cause you messed up your quirk while lighting a candle.

Dabi: We’ll shiggy is a loser who has no friends

Yes, but imagine this:

Toddler Y/n: but why do you want to keep the ladies away?

Dabi, shrugging: because then I wouldn't have time for you. If I'm ugly, I'll scare everyone away and get to be with you all the time, bub.

Y/n, lips wobbling: y-you burned yourself for me?

Dabi, master manipulator: hmm... sure, you could say that. So, don't ever leave your scary old dad, hm?

Y/n, bursting into tears and hugging Dabi: I- I promise I'll never leave you dad! And- and you're not ugly! Or scary! You're the handsomest man in the world!

Dabi, hugging you and feeling slightly guilty for manipulating you: aww, thanks bub.

But then a few days later, Dabi walked I'm on his toddler trying to burn herself... with a candle. "Y/N!" He yelled as soon as he saw you placing your hand on the candle. You only got to burn the tip of your pinky before you got startled by Dabi, who immediately pulled you away.

He grabbed your hand to inspect your burn, eyes narrowing at it before looking at your face. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" His yelling and the pain from your finger made you burst into tears, and when Dabi asked you again, you answered with pitiful hiccups.

"I- I just wanted to- wanted to look like you! So then I'll never have to leave you too!"

Oh no.

Dabi's eyes immediately softened and he pulled you into his chest, shushing you with soft coos.

"Oh, Y/n, princess- you don't have to do that. No, no. I know you won't leave me. I know." He pulled you away from his chest to cup your cheek. "I won't ever let you leave me. I swear."

You sniffled, nodding.

After Dabi was done bandaging your finger up and gave you a thousand kisses, he made you promise something.

"Y/n, I want you to promise me that you'll never do something like this again. You'll never burn yourself, you'll never play with fire- you'll never even go near one, okay? Promise me?"

You nodded, linking your other pinky with his.

Too bad you were gonna acquire the same quirk as him. Its only matter of time that it will be seen whether your body can handle it or not.