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morfiveuscxo · 6 months

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SOBER THOUGHTS, satoru gojo

drunk!!satoru gojo x fem!!reader summary: Satoru Gojo stumbles into y/n's house at 2 in the morning shit-faced leading to some untimely late-night confessions. tw!! mild swearing, drunk gojo, steamy scenes? nothing too serious don't worry!! alcohol abuse, FLUFF (like a shit ton of it). Over 3,000 words :))) notes: I'm so fucking obsessed with this man how do I make it stop?!

y/n shakenly stood from her warm bed, pupils the size of peas as she reached into her bedside drawer to pull out a handgun she kept hidden there.

It was 2 in the morning and she had been awakened to the sound of the handle on her front door rattling. At first, she tried to ignore it- her front door is locked so she shouldn't have to worry about anyone getting into her home.

But then she heard the turn of her lock and the sound of her squeaky front door being pushed open.

She had hoped that she would never have to use the handgun she kept in her bedside drawer. She still didn't plan on using it on the intruder- she was simply going to scare them away with it.

Gritting her teeth, she crept down her stairs- gun drawn. Her mind started to wander with the fear that maybe the gun wouldn't scare the intruder off. What would she do then? She definitely doesn't have the guts to shoot anyone.

She hoped that her instinct would kick in if something like that were to ever happen. She hoped that if it came down to it she would protect herself instead of just standing there like a coward.

Stumbling could be heard from her kitchen- only adding to the pooling anxiety in her stomach. The kitchen is the worst place an intruder could go- there are weapons everywhere in kitchens.

Gulping, she edged towards the kitchen, hands shaking. She paused for a moment to try and calm her nerves before turning the corner into the kitchen. If she wanted to be threatening she couldn't look terrified at the mere fact of holding a gun.

A determined look appears in her dark gaze and she steps to the side with the gun pointed at the intruder. However, she wasn't expecting the sight of a familiar figure going through her fridge.

"Wha- Satoru?"

No longer was adrenaline pumping through her veins as she locked onto who it was that was going through her fridge. The tall man flinched in surprise at her small voice, turning his head to look at her with a handful of candyfloss grapes in his hands.

The motion sensor fridge light barely lit up the kitchen but she could still catch the many details of his face. He wasn't wearing his usual black blindfold that concealed his striking blue eyes- instead, he wore his round-shaped shades. Due to this, his white hair hung down his face messily.

Despite that he still looked as beautiful as ever to her.

But even then, with the harsh hue of the fridge light- she could assess quite quickly that he had been drinking. A goofy smile appears on his face as he swallows a grape with a notable gulp.

"y/n!!"He exclaimed, shoving the remainder of the grapes into the fridge.

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she dropped her arm that was holding the gun. The adrenaline disappears and she is reminded of just how tired she is. It's 2 in the morning and she had been working all day with little sleep- she should be sleeping right now.

"Why did I ever give you a spare key?"She grumbled to herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. --"I could have shot you, Satoru!!"She exclaimed- setting the gun carefully onto her kitchen work surface.

He only scoffed and swatted a hand in the air as he walked towards her. --"Oh please- we both know the bullet wouldn't even touch me."He spoke through slurred words.

As he approached closer- she crinkled her nose up, getting a large whiff of the alcohol he had so clearly been abusing earlier in the night.

" 'missed you..."He purred as he stopped in front of her, slinging his arms around her shoulders and resting his forehead against her collarbone.

"How drunk are you?"She mumbled softly, lifting a hand to rest tentatively against the back of his head. She was worried. Gojo isn't a massive drinker, he barely drinks alcohol. In fact, he only drank it when he was upset or feeling vulnerable.

He hummed comedically against her shoulder and lifted a hand up in front of her face- his fingers pinching the air. --"Only a little."He responded.

A sigh leaves her lips and she lifts her hands to rest on his shoulders- pushing him back slightly so she can look at his face properly. --"Alright come on you big idiot."She mumbled, grabbing ahold of his wrist and tugging him deeper into the kitchen.

Satoru stood swaying on his feet as he watched her search her cupboards for something in particular. His drunken gaze looked her up and down, a fond smile growing on her face.

y/n was in her pyjama's. She wore a sky-blue baggy shirt that Satoru was certain was his. (He would often come over to watch movies with her if he had no one else to bother so her wardrobe was probably actually filled with quite a few of his shirts). Along with the baggy shirt she wore a pair of banana patterned pyjama shorts. Her long dark hair was messy and poofy with volume.

He thought she looked beautiful.

"You look pretty."He spoke suddenly as she had her head in a cupboard. Her eyes widened in surprise- surprised so much that she banged her head atop the cupboard with a bang.

She cussed at herself and pulled her head out from the cupboard- rubbing a hand against the top of her head as she glanced over to the drunk standing in her kitchen.

Not sure how to respond to that, she decided to ignore it and instead grabbed ahold of a plastic cup to fill it up with water. Clearing her throat, she turned to him and held the cup out for him.

He eyed the cup blankly.

"I mean it..."He mumbled to her, his gaze switching back to look at her. She swallows as his shades slip down the bridge of his nose a little, allowing his striking blue eyes to meet her dark ones.

A beat of silence passes them as her cheeks go red. Swallowing, she clears her throat again and pushes the cup of water into his hand.

"Drink."She demands. He eyes the cup in his hand for a moment- seeming to deliberate something in his mind for a moment.

"no."He finally mumbles, setting the cup of water onto the worksurface. y/n sighs and drags a hand down her face in irritation. --"Satoru-"

He cuts her off by pressing a hand to her mouth- her words coming out muffled. Her eyes widened in outrage as she slapped his hand away from her face.

"You did not just-"She snaps. But she goes completely silent when both of Satoru's hands suddenly pressed to her cheeks- his face moving incredibly close to hers.

Her heart paused- pupils dilating as his face got close to hers. Heat rushed to her cheeks and her eyes went wind at the invasion. Another beat of silence passed them as neither of them spoke.

"W-What are you doing?"She finally murmured, voice shaky with nerves. Gojo didn't answer for a moment, his adams apple bobbing slightly.

"needed you to stop talking..."He mumbled, his alcohol-infested breath fanning her face. His voice made her stomach do flips despite the disgusting breath he was currently harbouring.

His face then suddenly got even closer to hers- their noses basically brushing. She gulped notably, chest heaving slightly with nerves. His tongue slips out to moisten his lips as his striking blue eyes drink her up from behind his round shades.

And then he said something that was almost like glass smashing to y/n. Something that made her heart stutter in her chest. Something that made butterflies sprout in her stomach. Something that immediately woke her up from her previous sleepy deliriousness.

"I love you, y/n."

She shook her head softly but he kept a firm grip on her cheeks. --"And I know you love me too..."He continued as she continued to shake her head, tears sprouting in her eyes. With embarrassment or humiliation? She wasn't sure.

"No- you're drunk, Satoru.."She whispered, voice shaky as she tried to take a step back from him only for her back to meet the edge of her kitchen counter.

Satoru took the opportunity to cage her into the counter with his arms. --"m'yeah."He grumbled in response to her words- moving his face close to hers again. --"Why d'you think I have the guts to confess?"He slurred.

Her hands rested palm first against the cold worksurface, chest heaving as she stared up at him. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop the quivering as he leaned closer- making sure she couldn't escape from his cagey embrace.

Part of her wanted to deny his claims but she didn't. She could never lie to Satoru. --"H-How did you-?"She stuttered out. neck going red with humiliation.

"Nanami told me..."He mumbled.

Nanami. That little shit-

y/n worked with Nanami back when he was still working for an office. She met Satoru not long after meeting Nanami because at that point he was still trying to convince Nanami to continue as a jujutsu sorcerer.

At the time, Gojo took a strange liking to her and exchanged numbers with her. They grew closer and he wound up telling her about the jujutsu world. Even after Nanami left to become a jujutsu sorcerer, she kept in close contact with both him and Gojo.

In fact, she kept in such close contact with Gojo that he would bring her back souvenirs from his missions if he was going far away. She even gave him a spare key to her apartment after he started complaining that he would sometimes have to wait ages before giving her the thing he brought back for her due to her busy work life.

After she gave him the spare key he started to leave the souvenirs either on her bed or kitchen counter, sometimes even leaving little handwritten notes to let her know that they were from him. (Despite her knowing they were from him- Nanami never bought her souvenirs like Satoru did).

"Was out drinking wi'him."He mumbled drunkenly, his voice starting to trail off slightly as he lifted one of his hands to pull his shades off, setting them on the counter beside her.

"you shouldn't drink so much..."She spoke in a concerned tone. --"y-you only drink when you're upset..."She mumbled, blinking up at him with worry.

Satoru was surprised she even noticed that detail about him. He rarely drunk around y/n enough for her to even notice if he was sad or happy. He truly never noticed how observant she was.

Fueled by his drunken state, he shrugged. --"was sulking over you."He mumbled the confession. Her eyebrows pull together in confusion, forcing him to elaborate.

"love you..."He whispered again, his eyes holding a certain exhaustion. --"Didn't think you felt...same."He slurred. suddenly leaning his head down to rest against hers.

"That's why Nanami told me..." he muttered- his crystal blue eyes staring into her soul. A pang of guilt hit her.

"You were drinking because of...me?"She murmured, heart sinking slightly. He hummed, leaning down slightly so that his lips ghosted hers. She flinches slightly in surprise.

"I love you..."He whispered again, his voice sending a shiver down her spine and making her momentarily forget about his alcohol-induced breath. --"Do you love me?"He muttered, despite already knowing the answer.

He just wanted to hear her say it.

A few tense seconds pass as she feels him close in closer to her- her back pressing into the edge of the counter. There was no escaping him.

"yes..."

That singular world was all the confirmation he needed to fully close the gap between them. His lips met hers in a desperate embrace, his hands moving from the edges of the counter to slide up her arms and to her face.

The second their lips touched, she held her breath- heart pausing with fright and anxiety. Satoru had wanted to kiss her for so long and he was making sure that she knew that by how fast his lips moved desperately with hers.

Slowly, her heart started to calm as it seemed to beat in synchronisation with his. And despite wanting to screw her face up at the taste of sake on his lips- she just couldn't bring herself to break from his embrace and instead slid her hands up to his white fluffy hair.

The once sweet kiss slowly started to turn heated as she lightly tugged at his white locks. A groan leaves his mouth, hands suddenly sliding down to her thighs.

A noise of surprise leaves her lips as she feels him suddenly pick her up into his arms, their lips disconnecting momentarily. He lifts her up onto the kitchen counter, parting her legs with his hands so he could stand between them.

Her chest started to heave again- this time from a lack of breath. Not that, that stopped her when he smashed his lips back onto hers. Heat rises to her cheeks in surprise when feeling his tongue start to poke around the space between her lips.

And against her better judgment- she parted her lips, allowing the pink muscle to slip into her mouth.

Satoru rested his hands on her hips, fingers bunching up the fabric of her shorts as he grunts. The addition of his tongue plus the grip on her hips has a soft moan coming from her- so quiet that Satoru barely even caught it.

The noise eggs him on. He disconnects their lips to press open-mouthed kisses to the naval of her neck. Short gasps leaves her lips as she feels him start to suck a bruise into her skin.

The pleasure she got from that move is what ultimately made her eyes widen as she suddenly remembered how they got into this whole situation in the first place.

"n-no.."She mumbled softly as Satoru continued to press wet kisses across her neck. She swallows and drops her hands to his shoulders so she can push him back lightly.

"Satoru you're drunk..."She mumbled, a little out of breath due to the making out. She wanted this to go further, obviously, but Satoru was still very drunk. He's not sober enough to consent.

"I know.." he mumbled, attempting to go back to kissing her neck. She shook her head and pushed him back again. --"No, honey- you're not sober."She mumbled softly- lifting her hands to rest on his cheeks- holding his head in place.

A short smile appears on his face. --"You called me honey..."He trailed off. Her cheeks heat as she shook her head in amusement. Her eyes go back over to the glass of water she poured him a while ago.

"How about you drink some water and you can crash here, okay?"She offers. He eyes her for a moment before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her lips- pulling back with a nod.

"Okay."

He took a step back, giving her the space to jump down from the counter. As he grabbed the cup of water she grabbed ahold of the handgun she had put on the counter.

She grabs his wrist and pulls him gently with her upstairs as he sips on the water. The second they are in her bedroom, she walks over to her bedside desk and hides the gun again.

Satoru watched her, a dopey smile on her face. --"Can't believe you own a gun..."He mumbled, taking another sip of his water. She shrugs and heads over to her wardrobe.

"Can't be too careful around here.."She spoke as she searched through the clothes that were hung up. Smiling softly, she spun around with a pile of clothes.

Satoru eyed the clothes and grinned. --"Y'know I sometimes only left clothes here so I'd have an excuse to come back."He confesses. He then furrows his eyebrows the second the confession leaves his lips.

She raises her eyebrows in amusement and walks towards him. --"That was very truthful of you."She spoke, snickering softly. He gets over the shock of his own words quickly and goes straight back to his cocky self.

"Yeah. Got to give you something to wear when you're missing me."He spoke, smirking. An affectionate smile appears on her face as she shakes her head and hands him the pile of clothes, taking the empty cup back from him.

"Y'know where the bathroom is."She stated, patting his shoulder. He hummed and moved past her. He suddenly paused and then spun back around to press an obnoxious kiss to her cheek.

y/n scrunched her nose up, lifting a hand to wipe at the slobbery kiss he had left on her cheek as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Now that she was alone- she took the moment to grin giddily and swat her hands in the air excitedly. Was this really happening? She lifted a hand to rest over her mouth- another hand on her hip as she grinned happily.

After a second, she calms her racing heart and walks over to fix the sheets on her bed. She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to make the bed look presentable despite knowing that the sheets were going to get messed up anyway.

As she's smoothing out the sheets- the bathroom door opens and out walks a yawning Satoru. She straightens up when she sees him, pupils dilating at the very sight of him.

His blue eyes lock onto her and he walks over to her. His rapidly approaching figure has her eyes widening in surprise as he suddenly wraps his arms around her and pulls her down onto the bed with him.

A laugh bubbles from her lips as he hugged her tightly against him- nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. He groaned seconds late though as he feels his stomach do a flip at the sudden falling action.

"ugh, that wasn't a good idea..."He groaned to himself causing her to laugh softly and roll away from him. --"I'm going to get you some more water for in the morning, 'kay?"She told him softly as she stood to her feet.

Satoru rested his hands behind his head as he looked at her. --"You're coming back, right?"He questioned. A soft smile appears on her face as she nodded her head.

"I'll be back in a second."

She disappears from the bedroom leaving Satoru alone with his drunken thoughts. He had been alone in her bedroom before but this time it felt different. Everything was different now.

He took the opportunity to take in every detail of her bedroom like it was the first time he'd ever seen it. Her walls were coloured lilac with many photos of herself with family members littering her desks.

Her bedsheets were avocado patterned and her bed was filled with cushions and stuffed animals. Though his favourite part of her bedroom had always been the massive pin board on her desk.

The pin board was covered in tons of pictures of herself, Gojo and Nanami. Gojo had never been the jealous type but he wouldn't deny that he felt incredible knowing that she had more photos with Gojo than she did with anyone else.

"Right-"He snaps out of his thoughts as y/n walks back into the room, a tall glass of chilled water in one hand. A packet of pain killers and his shades (that he had forgotten to lift when going back upstairs) in her other hand.

"take two of these-"She waves the packet of painkillers at him with a soft smile, --"if you start to get a headache."She informs him, walking over to set the objects onto the bedside desk closest to Satoru.

Satoru smiled in response, feeling himself beginning to sober up as he took a few sips of the water she had brought him. --"I've been hungover before, sweetheart."He mumbled in amusement as she climbed into the bed beside him.

She lifts a hand to rub the back of her neck awkwardly with a short laugh. --"sorry..."She mumbled. He only shook his head and leaned back into the pillows, opening an arm for her.

This was the part she was actually least nervous about. She and Satoru had cuddled before- just never in this context. A soft sigh leaves her lips and she leans down to rest on his chest after flicking out the lamp.

They adjust their legs to pull the covers over their bodies, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as her head rested on his chest. A small chuckle leaves her lips.

"You're heart is racing, satoru..."She mumbled through the silence. --"that's because of you, darling."He spoke in a flirty tone leaving her to giggle in response and nuzzle her face against his chest.

Satoru sighs happily and leans his chin against the top of her head, silence falling over them.

"Goodnight, Satoru..."Her quiet tired voice spoke out, her arm wrapping around his torso in a tight grin. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he presses a chaste kiss to her head of hair.

"Goodnight, love."

Surprisingly, y/n fell asleep before Satoru did. His heart was racing too much for him to fall asleep. He didn't blame her for being so tired, though- he had woke her up early this morning with his drunken shenanigans.

His arm tightened around her as he smiled. He finally had her in his arms and he didn't plan to ever let her go.

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everlastlady · 5 months

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May I request Striker with fem reader who is self-conscious and hates beauty?

Chaotic Beauty

𖧧- Author's Note: Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

𖧧- Story Contains: Striker, Self Conscious Reader, Mental and Verbal Abuse, Toxic Mother, Blood, & Weight Shaming.

𖧧- Word Count: 1520

(Name) sighed and sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She always hated her appearance. Ever since she was a kid people have always put her down and called her names. Even her own mother did. Her mother thought all her children were beautiful but she would always call (Name) horrible names and exclude her from family photos saying that she would ruin them. Her siblings would try to stand up for them, but her mother would just argue, it got to the point that when she was eighteen years old, she ran away not wanting to tolerate her mother’s abuse, anyone’s abuse. But the damage was already done. (Name) found no beauty inside her. Which confused Striker, he thought his baby was beautiful. She was the first person that he noticed when she was working at his favorite bar. It took him sometime but he eventually had his pretty princess with him. Striker walked into the room and saw (Name) sitting in front of the mirror. He walked over and placed his hand upon her shoulder and kissed her head. “ Dinner is almost ready, pumpkin. “ Striker said, in his smooth southern accent. (Name) didn’t say anything and continued to look in the mirror. Striker could already tell what she was thinking. “ My beautiful princess, her sweet smile is like honey, her eyes shine brighter than the sun, and don’t get me started on that sexy laughter. “ Striker said, kissing up (Name’s) neck. “ Striker stop… “ (Name) sighed and looked away. “ I’m not beautiful… “ (Name) mumbled and looked away. “ Yes, you are and you shouldn’t think so negatively about yourself. I say what I mean about you. “ Striker said. “ That woman in the mirror doesn’t just have beauty on the outside but she also has it on the inside. “ Striker rubbed (Name’s) shoulders. “ I’m going to check on dinner so that I don’t burn it. “ Striker kissed (Name’s) head and walked away. (Name) looked in the mirror and thought about Striker’s words but all she could remember is hearing her mother’s cruel words, the cruel words of those who also called her names or shamed her weight. Hot tears streamed down her face, and stared at her reflection. Even her own reflection began taunting her and calling her names. (Name) looked away and tried to drown out the negativity but it only got louder. “ Shut up! “ (Name) yelled and punched the mirror as the glass shattered. Bits of shards and cuts covered her fingers as there was blood. Striker was in the kitchen making plates when he heard the noise. “ (Name)? “ Striker quickly set down the plates and ran into the bedroom.

He saw (Name) Back away while crying as the blood dropped on the floor. “ (Name)! “ He walked over to her quickly and examined her hand, seeing the painful damage. He looked to see the broken mirror. “ H-Here sit down darlin’. “ Striker quickly dashed into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He came back taking the small trash can with him. He sat down on the bed and began to tend to (Name’s) hand. “ What happened, I know you punched the mirror, but why? “ Striker asked. (Name) sniffles and looks down. “ Deep breaths then use your words baby. “ Striker finished patching up her hand. “ I got overwhelmed and saw myself calling myself cruel names, I know it sounds crazy. “ (Name) said while sobbing. “ No, no, It’s not crazy, people can only deal with so much before shit like this happens. “ Striker said while gesturing towards the broken mirror. “ But I wish you could see that you are beautiful, I know I can’t force you but I wish you could see what I see, just rest I’ll clean this up and bring you dinner. “ Striker said and kissed her head. He laid her back in bed and placed a blanket over her, he glanced down at her bandaged hand. “ And I’ll bring you some pain killers. “ Striker kissed her head. He left the room and returned with a plate of steak, potatoes, and greens. He had a water bottle tucked underneath his arm. He set down the plate on her lap and set the water bottle on the nightstand; he came back with pain killers. He looked at (Name) who was using her other hand to eat dinner. He turns around to clean up the mess, if he ever meets (Name’s) mother and the people who hurt them. He’ll make sure to make their face look ugly so they know what ugly really means. Striker rolled down his sleeves after cleaning up, he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter while he ate his dinner. He wished that his beautiful baby knew how beautiful she was. He wished that she didn’t frown whenever she slipped into a dress. He wished that she didn’t think she had to eat more or less, and he wished that he didn’t have to see her in so much pain. He heard footsteps and looked up to see (Name) looking at him. Striker set his plate down and opened his arms.

(Name) walked over and hugged him. Striker pulled her closer into his embrace while rubbing her back. His tail wrapped around her legs and his legs. He traced her lips with his finger before giving her a kiss.

“ Thank you for seeing the beauty in me. I really want to see it and I hope to see it soon. It's just going to take a while. I'm sorry that I broke the mirror and that you have to deal with all this. “ (Name) said, letting out a sigh. “ Don't apologize hun, when I became your boyfriend, I knew It was my job to protect you and especially with what you are dealing with, I'm not going to give up on you. I ain't dealing with nothing, because I love you. “ Striker pecks her lips letting out a small rattling noise. (Name) smiled and pecked his lips back. “ I’ve always wanted to feel and be beautiful but my mother would always make fun of me, she would say I was too skinny or that I was too fat. She would mock my style of clothing to the point she would exclude me from family photos. When we were out in public she had me walk far in the back so people would assume I wasn’t her kid. I would tell her that I’m scared of getting kidnapped because of how far she made me walk behind. But she would say not to worry because who would want someone ugly as me, a circus. “ (Name) looked down. Striker’s tail wrapped around (Name’s) back. “ My siblings would always try to stick up for me but my mom would just scream and yell like a child. Then would blame me saying I’m turning her children against her, I eventually left. I even walked out the door; she looked at me, drank her wine and looked back at the TV. “ (Name) sighed. “ I miss my home and siblings. I sometimes hope that my mom calls crying that she is sorry and that she wants me back. “ (Name) said. “ But sometimes those things don’t happen darlin’ “ Striker said, caressing her cheek. “ I know, I just hope my siblings are doing alright. Who knows that since I’m gone, she no longer has a punching bag and could be moving onto another one of her children to bully. “ (Name) muttered. Striker stood there thinking for a couple of minutes. (Name) looked up at Striker already knowing her boyfriend’s thinking face all too well. She leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “ How about tomorrow we go visit your siblings and confront your mother. “ Striker smirked. “ And if she doesn’t feel like listening then, I’ll make sure she listens. “ Striker could always make the cards fold in his favor. (Name) sat there thinking for a moment. “ … Just no hurting my siblings. “ (Name) pouted.

“ Don’t worry sugar, I ain’t gonna hurt any family members that hurt you, just the ones who I’ll make look ugly then they’ll have something to bitch about. “ Striker rolled his eyes and continued to rub (Name’s) back. “ Now lemme finish up dinner and wash up. I’ll join you in bed and cuddle up with ya, we can kiss, maybe do a little more. “ Striker smirked. (Name) playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed. “ Striker no, my arm still hurts from punching the mirror. “ (Name) said as she furrowed her brows at him. “ I know, I’m just joking. But I’m still gonna cuddle ya. “ Striker gave (Name) a peck on the lips. He watched his sweet darlin’ walk away. Striker sat down eating his food while brewing up a plan, he was going to make those feel pain for those who put his darlin in pain. If they want to talk about ugly then he’ll show them ugly, he’ll show them all what ugly really is, because when Striker is mad things become ugly but after the end of the day he knows he’ll come back to his beautiful darlin’.

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lightfeltmemories · 5 months

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hello!! <333

(sorry for poor grammar or language mistakes, english is not my first language😭😭) (also this is my first time requesting something, AND I'M NOT A MINOR, i turned 19 a month ago <33)

your writing is AMAZINGGG AGHHHH

nah but srsly the way you write the characters is sooo realistic, i hate fanfiction where the characters are written totally different from how they actually are, but the way you write the characters IS SO CANONNN

i'm already in love with ur blog🆘

sooo ummm im requesting for non-con w feitan🙏

anyways ily pls be healthy

aww, thank you so much! i do get a bit insecure about how i potray characters and this just made my evening! and sadly, you didn't provide a storyline, you know, specifically what you wanted to happen aside from the non con (how they meet, whether the reader is apart of the troupe or not etc etc) so i decided to make my own storyline so i hope this is nice! also, because it's easier to write imo the reader is afab with she/her pronouns.

BUNNY.

feitan x female!reader | nsfw

tags: there is a bit of chrollo x reader however it's still mainly feitan x reader, reader insert goes by the name "bunny" to avoid using things such as y/n not to mention it's a lot easier to memorize,

tw's: heavy non-con (obviously), blood, slight gore, torture usual feitan shit, reader pisses herself (thought it would be interesting to add), dacryphilia, anal

notes: this took a lot longer than expected, i'm not the most proud of this piece so sorry if it's not ground breaking or the most descriptive literally ever, this will also be posted on my ao3

w; 4,227

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"let me go! let me the fuck go!"

she yelled as the restraints on her arms and legs were tightly bound to the seat beneath her, she tried biting at anyone who dared to touch her.

in front of her was the dead body of her last comrade, his face was unrecognizable due to how much blood covered it, cuts and bruises everywhere on his body and all 10 fingernails were peeled off, scattered on the floor.

it was something she was used to seeing, she had saw peoples guts spilled out of their stomach, she had seen peoples heads ripped off of their necks..

but what it's someone she had known for so long in the same fate.. she can't help but feel uneasy.

her captors didn't seem even the slightest bit fazed by her behavior, it's like they're used to people acting this way.

one of them was taller, he lacked eyebrows is a notable feature of his, and the shorter one was pale, with messy black hair, the bottom half of his face was covered by what appears to be some type of scarf.

"she's a feisty one, how do you plan on breaking her?" the blonde said, who she later learned that his name was phinks, and the other's feitan.

"i have something new in mind." is all feitan said.

"alright, i'll leave it to you." phinks takes his leave, all she could do is wonder what he plans on doing to her, she heard that he tortures people, so, she expects to come out with scars.

but little did she know, she was in for something pretty different.

feitan steps closer to her, softly placing his rough, cold hands on her soft cheek, she flinches at the touch, making him pull his hand back at her action.

he stares at her, watches as she tries to break the restraints, only bruising her arms and legs.

"you're too weak." he said.

"either shut up or get me out of here!" she gathers enough saliva and ejects it to his face, spitting on him.

he goes to pull out something, a cloth, to wipe away the spit at his face.

"pathetic little girl.." he walks closer, bending down to her level to admire her features, but all it appears is him staring at her, blankly.

no wonder they call you bunny..

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there were 15 people apart of a gang, dealing with drugs, getting into fights with other gangs, and other things of the sort, it was dangerous work.

it was all started less than 15 years ago by a man, a 19 year old boy named adrian, who had joined a gang in order to protect his sister from other gangs, the area they lived in was ridden with poverty and crime, murders, rapes and kidnappings happened what seemed like almost every day, anyone was at risk no matter the age or gender.

and throughout the course of these 15 years the crime started to drop, all because of this gang, but after the leader died due to unknown circumstances, most likely murdered, adrian became the leader, and things changed,

adrian became the thing he swore to protect his sister from.

but his sister, now an adult, had gone down her own path of crime, she became more ruthless than that of her brother, at first not wanting her to join, he thought that she would be useful in a way, so, she became the first female member.

because of her cute appearance, they referred to her as "bunny," she may be cute but she's anything but, her face and clothes covered in blood and guts, an arsenal of weapons at her disposal, and, a master manipulator, often times used to "seduce" men into gaining information, but she would never actually sleep with any of them.

things started to take a strange turn when another gang had gotten involved.

the phantom troupe.

how this all started was that the spiders leader, chrollo, had gotten himself involved with bunny, she had to admit, he was a fine, handsome man, he spoke in a way bunny had never even heard of.

for their first "date," he took her to a nice, upscale restaurant, the food was expensive, something bunny may not ever afford, however, it was delectable.

the two of them never actually suspected one another to be apart of any type of gang.. or did they?

things didn't turn out well for obvious reasons, chrollo was using her to get closer to their boss, because apparently, he had something valuable, the details were vague, not even bunny was aware of what the hell was going on, and now her and the rest of the gang were dragged into it, because her boss, no, her brother, had owed someone something.

and it may possibly lead to his death.

when bunny found out, she was pissed, her brother had stolen from the spiders, and now they were after them.

what the hell was bunny going to do against the spiders, she's smart enough to know that she is no match, and that it's sudden death for her if they ever manage to put their anger towards her.

or was it?

bunny was not weak, she was one of the few apart of the gang that used nen, she rarely used it unless it calls for desperate measures, but, her ability consisted of her being able to manipulate her opponents to see their fears.

and she might have to use it against a few members.

but it didn't work.

she was still defeated.

she was the one left standing after the gang, her family, all fell beneath her, at the hands of the phantom troupe.

her brother, adrian, holds his broken, bloodied arm as he limps over to her.

"b-bunny.... get out of here.. you're no match for them... just ru-"

he was cut off with a sword stabbing through his chest, blood staining the concrete floors as she succumbs to his death, the sword is pulled away and his lifeless body falls to the floor.

the one who killed him appears to be a samurai.

bunny felt what appears to be fear for the first time in her adult life, she couldn't move, she just froze..

she shakes at the sight of him, as he slowly moves forward.

she was going to die, there was no doubt about it.

she closes her eyes, preparing for the same fate, but that's not what happened, she's still alive.

"kill everyone else, except for bunny" were the orders given by chrollo according to one of the members; nobunaga, that same samurai that killed her brother.

but why? why was she spared? did chrollo see something in her? was she useful?

"feitan, do whatever you want with her, but don't hurt her too much, and don't spill too much blood."

---

and now were here, she stares into the dark purple eyes of her captor, he steps back from her face.

"what the hell are you doing to do to me?" she asked, she knew now that trying to fight back was useless, the restraints were on far to tightly.

he didn't answer, but goes on to pick up something on a nearby table; a small blade.

she was going to be tortured the same way he was.

he walks to her slowly, pointing the blade at the top of her shirt, slowly lowering the blade down, towards the end of her torso, making a clean slice, the shirt falls apart, revealing her breasts covered by her bra.

at the sight of the medium sized breasts, feitan feels his pants growing tighter, hidden cock twitching at the sight of not only her angered, yet scared expression, but how her breasts sit perfectly up.

but he wanted to drag this on further.

and with one quick slash, the bra is now cut in half, too, her breasts fall out from the now useless bra, revealing only a small bit of her areola whilst the rest is covered by the bra cusps.

now going down to her pants, with the same blade, it cuts smoothly away, slowly revealing her underwear, she didn't want to make any sudden movements, as he might cut her skin if he does.

the pants were now cut in half, her clothes were ripped in half to reveal the most intimate parts of her.

feitan goes on to untie the restraints.

"any sudden movements, and i'll kill you." he said lowly.

it was useless to fight back now, she got the hint on what he was planning on doing, he wanted to break her in another way, not in the usual torture way.

but by fucking her, whether she wanted it or not.

the restraints were removed, but before she could even think about moving, the blade was held to her neck, so close that it poked her, but not enough to draw blood.

"on your knees."

slowly dropping to the floor to get on her knees, she listens to every command he orders.

"remove your clothes."

she removes her shirt, bra, shoes, pants and underwear, she's naked, while he remains fully clothed, looking down at her pathetic frame, she could've sword a small chuckle was heard from him.

this guy was menacing.

he starts to shuffle with his pants, pulling them down only to reveal his leaking cock.

for his small size, it was just slightly above average, but enough to do something without causing any pain.

it was hard as a brick, was he turned on by her suffering.

he grabs the back of her head, and pushes her head towards his cock, forcing her lips to part around the head, he pushes himself down her throat, making her gag, pulling out with a single strip of saliva trailing it.

"a stupid bitch you are, can't even take my cock down your throat."

she wanted to punch his head off right then and there, clutching her fists as his cock re enters her mouth, but he didn't push all the way to her throat, going slow as he pulls and pushes in and out of her mouth.

she felt small drips of his precum touch her tongue, feitan pulled at her hair to remove her from his cock again, and pushes her face to his balls, forcing her to smell them, for a minute she realizes what he's trying to do, she pulls out her tongue out to lick the base of his cock.

"good girl." he tells her. "now you try on your own."

he officially removes his hand from her hair completely, he now expects her to suck his cock on her own.

she wraps her hand around his cock and begins to pump back and forth as her mouth follows behind, the pace gradually grows faster, the sounds of her soft moans and saliva begin to fill a part of the room.

his hand returns to the back of her head while his other goes to remove her hand that is pumping away at his cock, only wanting her mouth, helping her move at the pace he wants her, he moves his hips back and fourth a little faster than her, every time the tip touches the back of her throat she gags, rejecting him.

he wants to bypass her gag reflex, not caring at all for her gags.

"thats right, choke on it.." he says to himself, he sees the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, enjoying the sight of her wet eyes, because he's the one thats causing it.

a girl who came in oh so mighty and oh so tough, is now slowly but surly falling apart at his hands, he is slowly undoing her, and he loves it.

he can't help but go just a bit deeper, to her her lips touch the small amounts of pubic hair he has, she squeezes her eyes shut as she tries not to gag, a grin creeps up from behind his scarf, she's trying oh so hard.

"poor bunny, is my cock too much for you?" he mocks. "don't worry, it'll all be over soon.."

he pushes as far as he can, her cute, soft, delicate features will soon be covered in his semen, pulling away from her mouth to pump away at his cock, shooting out small amounts before more and more cover her face, shooing away at her hair, mouth and cheeks, and once he was done, he lets go of her now messy hair, viewing what he had done.

she uses her index finger to remove some of it from her face.

"taste it." he commands her.

looking down at the substance, the blade returns to her face, reminding her that he can and will kill her if she doesn't obey.

her tongue grazes the liquid, before sticking her whole finger in her mouth, tasting the salty, murky substance.

"not so bad, right?"

"i guess not." she responds.

"bend over on the table, over there." he commands again.

she stands up to walk over to the table, despite for how long she had been sitting on her legs making them a bit weak, she bends over on the table, sticking her ass forward for him to see.

viewing her ass, feitan grazes his hand over one of her cheeks, giving it a good hard slap, making her jump, and tighten her legs shut.

after seeing her reaction, he had gotten an idea.

feitan walks to a part of the room she couldn't see in her peripheral vision, before returning mere seconds later with something long and lanky in his hands.

was that.... a belt? or a whip? or maybe a mixture of the two.

after he managed to make it over to her, the leather piece of whatever-the-hell-it-was softly grazes the other cheek, before a hard, painful slap hits her, making her throw her head back, and borderline scream in pain.

"that was 1, out of 10."

just 10 more to go, hopefully he doesn't raise the number... hopefully.

another smack, this time on her left check.

"2."

and another on her right.

"3."

and another, on her left.

"4."

but he stopped, for a short moment, he see's her trembling, her legs especially, her cheeks were red, she gripped the end of the table, tears welling up in her eyes, she tried not to give him what he wanted, she tried not to sob.

but something else came out as well.

she feels herself let loose, as warm liquid falls to the floor.

feitan watched as she, quite frankly, pissed herself.

and we didn't even get to number 5.

feitan shakes his head in disappointment. "how old are you?"

"what?"

"i said how old are you?"

"uh... 23?"

......

"i'll raise the number to 23."

"damnit." she said to herself, why did she have to piss herself? she couldn't have just held it in a little longer?

"but i'll be nice this time and start from 5.. you were good up until then... you count this time."

he resumes, this time again on her left, and waits for her response.

"if you don't respond, we'll have to start over."

"5..." she stutters out, through her tears, she couldn't help it, he was hitting her so hard, and it hurts.. so fucking bad.

on her right cheek.

"6..."

she let out a few quiet sobs, not even close to the last 2 digits.

on her left cheek.

"7..."

her tears started to stain the table, she wept, and screamed at each smack.

on her right cheek.

"8..."

it kept going on, and on, and on, until she finally reached 23, she felt like she would almost pass out by the amount of pain she had to endure, not even period cramps were this bad, and that was saying a lot.

her pussy still moist from her piss, feitan had gotten an idea, but for him, it was still far too early for it.

he flips her on her back, getting a good view of her, her clit was peaking through the lips.

normally, he wouldn't care much for the pleasure of the person he's sleeping with, it was all to chase his own pleasure, however.. something came to him.

just fucking her senseless won't do for now, he wanted to see her completely undone, of course he was halfway there, she still looked at him with hatred and disgust.

but he wanted to hear her moan, to at least hear her beg for more of him.

and he knew exactly what to do.

using his middle and index finger, he pushes her lips apart, revealing her clitoris in all its glory, it sits unbothered and for now untouched.

for now.

he starts off with soft, teasing touches, in the most sensitive areas.

for her, it wasn't painful, no, it was pleasurable.

he wanted her to feel pleasure, all to boost his ego.

that he'll for sure break her.

she tries not to make any sound, its easy, but she can't lay here and lie by saying it didn't feel good, it did, in fact, it felt amazing.

especially when he goes on to remove his scarf, revealing his face entirely, she doesn't know if its because of what he's doing, but he isn't all that bad looking.

he pulls out his tongue to softly lap at her sensitive clit, her legs twitch at the sensation and she throws her head back, damn, it really did feel good.

she couldn't help but let out at least a couple cute soft moans, but, he heard them, continuing to lick away, he pressed his lips against it to suck, making her, unknowingly, slip out a groan, urging him to continue.

his plan was working, she was moaning for him to continue, just to take things to the next level, he sticks two fingers inside of her gaping, wet entrance, curling his fingers to find that spot.

and once he did, her reaction did not disappoint.

"f-fei!"

he didn't stop, but continued doing the thing that made her yell out his name.

music to his ears.

"f-fuck..." she gasped as she felt herself already nearing her orgasm.

but he felt her start to tense up, and he backed away, watching her, watching him.

she looked at him as if he was crazy, she could see the amused smile on his face as he watched her look up at him, her face once again showed those soft features of hers.

"... just like a bunny." he whispered to her.

she scoffs, looking away from him, getting a chuckle out of him, he could see how embarrassed she was, but he'll make sure to wipe that off her face again.

he debated on it, but, he decided to remove his cloak, revealing his fit body, he could tell by the way she looked at her, she was surprised he hid all of that underneath him.

she didn't know how or what to feel.. no.. she can't grow attracted to her captor, no... no...

quickly looking away from him, he starts to put his cock near her entrance.

"whats wrong?" he asks her.

she looks back up again.

"fuck.. he's so...." in her head, an eternal conflict, but for sure, her body would show it.

feitan looks down to see her producing the lube for him.. "it seems like your body is telling me what you think..." slowly pushing in his tip, then forwarding a little more, watching her reaction, she looks in anticipation as she teasingly enters her.

until he reaches it, making her tense up, curling her toes.

"don't be shy.. let me know how good it feels.." he starts to slowly back in, and back out, softly making contact with her sweet spot.

her breathing became manual, as she watches his thick, yet averagely long cock appears then disappear inside her, using his thumb to play with her swollen, needy clit once more.

she bites her lip to keep shut, she saw how he reacted when she moaned, she wanted to make him work for it.

"playing that game, are we?" he asks her.

"yeah, i guess we a-AH!"

he uses his index and middle finger to pinch her clit, making her yelp.

"there it is.." he said to himself, he thrusts faster, hitting her spot each second, her breathing started to get heavier, and vocal.

she couldn't help but let a few moans slip out as he played with her clit, while pounding away inside of her.

he hasn't even been in for less than 5 minutes and she already feels herself reaching her end, squeezing tight on his cock.

"f-fuck... fe-f-..."

"say it, my whole name.."

"f-f-fei...feitan... please..."

"please what?"

"please... make me cum..."

feitan lets out a short laugh, seeing her beg underneath him, seeing her spirit is fully broken.

the sight itself makes him want to cum.

he pulls out from her, making her whine for more, but he had gotten an idea, he observes her body, figuring out how this plan will go.

he wants to try something different.

flipping her over on her stomach, he parts her cheeks to view the second, more tighter yet often forbidden hole.

she looks back to view what he was trying to do, and realizes that he wanted to fuck her ass.

she wasn't ready.

"w-wait! i don't take it up there!"

feitan shoots a glare at her, making her relax.

he gathers some of her slick and coats it on both her ass and his cock, before pressing his tip against the hole, but she tightens it.

"relax." he tells her.

"i'm trying.. but.." she tries to unclench, but every time his tip presses it makes her tense up again.

feitan slowly sticks a finger inside to get her used to it, pushing it back and forth.

she tightly grips the table once again as even his finger was too big for her, she didn't want to clench since it would make it even more uncomfortable for her.

but, feitan was feitan, he didn't necessarily care, if anything he wanted to see how she would react to his cock pounding at her ass, he easily slides in with the help of lube; created by her.

she borderline screams out, as he was only halfway inside of her, the new, uncomfortable feeling was too much for her to handle.

"what happened to the bunny before?" feitan was at this point in all the way.

she couldn't answer, at this point, he got what he wanted, just by her being here, he already won.

because of how tight she was, he wasn't able to move as freely as he would if he was inside of her pussy, and even with the use of her slick it was still a bit dry.

grabbing her still bruised cheeks, the sensation still stung, but not as bad as before.

hell, now he was in the position of trying to keep his moans hidden, though not the easiest to move around in, the tightness was it's positive, without the wetness of her pussy.

her ass clapped against him as he thrusted in her, despite how red it is, he couldn't help but deliver a hard slap, making her yelp in pain, her head was thrown back, and feitan catched a few locks of her hair, and starts to pound away, seeing she starts to loosen up just a tiny bit, getting used to his size.

"so.... tight..." he says under his breath, to her it was only mumbles, they didn't even sound like moans.

he tried not to cum so quickly, especially since chrollo had told him not to cum inside of her.

"oh.. oh shit.." she moans softly as he holds on to her hips to keep her steady, noticing how fast he was thrusting; he was getting closer.

and closer.

until he swiftly pulls out, and shoots ropes of his semen onto her ass, and lower back, hearing him groan as he pumps his cock.

she was worn out, laying on the table as if it was a bed, she didn't move, staring in the far distance of her long dead comrade.

"what happens now?" she manages to get out, tiredly.

feitan was too busy putting his clothes back on, as if he never even took them off, did he hear her question or was he ignoring her? who knows.

footsteps could be heard in the distance, and then the door opens.

that same blonde guy from earlier.

"so, how'd it go?" phinks asked.

"she gave in pretty easily." feitan replied.

"thought so, those types always do." phinks jokes, followed by a short laugh. "hope you didn't catch feelings or anything, you know what chrollo plans with her, right?"

"no, actually." feitan replied.

phinks looks back at her, still passed out on the table, he walks over to get a closer view. "damn, you sure you didn't kill her? or drug her?" he sounded a bit concerned.

"nope." feitans short response. "she's probably just tired."

"i guess so." phinks takes a look over at her ass, bruised.

the two men talk and converse, but she was too knocked out of it to really pay attention.

she didn't know what she had in store.

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49 - The Price of Landon Kirby

Part 50

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Alina’s pov

Shutting the fridge in the kitchen I grabbed a bottle of milk that was for Xavier. I jumped, nearly dropping the bottle on the floor, seeing Lizzie standing on the other side of the door. “Lizzie. You scared the living crap out of me.”

“Calm down, Alina. I just wanted to hang out with you since you’ve been busy with your baby boy.” She leaned against the countertop wearing a white long sleeve shirt and the Salvatore logo pin stuck on the front of it.

I sighed feeling guilty that she spoke the truth. “I’m sorry about that. But I thought you were busy helping my sister find Landon.”

“I was…until she basically declared that she didn’t care if we were going on a dangerous mission. All she cares about is getting her boyfriend back.”

I trailed off turning around so I was facing her. “She loves him. I understand why she wants him back.”

“But she refuses to see anyone else and refuses to care about their safety.” Lizzie flipped her ponytail over her shoulder.

I started walking and exited the kitchen hoping she would just follow me and she did so we could continue talking on foot. We made our way up the stairs to my bedroom seeing Xavier laying awake in his crib. “Lizzie, I just think you’ll understand when you find your person. And you should know by now that us Mikaelson’s are notorious for doing everything to protect the ones we love.”

“Believe I have figured that out over the years. On a different note, what do you think this little guy is going to be supernatural wise?” Lizzie slumped her shoulders tickling Xavier on his feet and his laughter filled the room.

Moving Xavier to lay his head on my chest he made a cooing noise. “Considering Jackson and I are both wolves, he’ll definitely take after that. If he’ll be a hybrid or werewitch I’m not sure yet.”

“In my opinion I think team werewitch should dominate the team heretic - huh why is your dad calling me?” Lizzie smirked back at me feeling her phone vibrating in her pocket.

Shrugging my shoulders I responded. “I don’t know. Answer him.”

“Hey Uncle Klaus, what are you calling me for?” She asked, putting the phone to her ear. I couldn’t hear what he was saying but she hung up the phone seconds later. “You told them about Hope’s suicidal mission?”

“I just told them since it might affect the school.” I answered her question.

She made a face at me, deciding to leave the room without another word. “Okay well I’ll find you later. I have to go spy on my sister's new love interest.” She shut the door behind herself and I threw my head back praying she wouldn’t find out I was lying.

“Did she suspect anything, Lina?” Hope’s voice came into my bedroom when she appeared to be me in astral projection form.

I rolled my eyes at her. “I don’t like lying to her.”

“Like you said she’ll understand when she has someone she loves like us. Now can you get the Ascendant from the office or not?” My older sister asked me.

Bouncing my baby boy in my arms I paused before answering her. “Yeah I’ll get it. But next time I am not lying to Lizzie ever again.” I laid Xavier back down in his crib heading to the office knowing we had a few more hours before the celestial event would be here which was her one chance to bring Landon back home.

Josie’s voice could be heard with me moving through the forest. “Bennett blood?”

My sister Hope answered. “Check.”

“And then, do you have the ascendant?” Josie said.

“Uh, back at the school.” She trailed off.

“Then why are we here?” Josie sounded confused.

“Well, your dad had it spelled. But for a fully operational siphon witch who can break down its barrier, that shouldn't be a problem.” My sister explained right before I came running through the woods with a bag on my shoulder carrying the Ascendant.

“I’m here, Hope.” Reaching inside the bag I dropped it at my feet holding the Ascendant in my hands. “I’ll help you and then I have to get back to Jackson and Xavier.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, Lina.” Hope said, giving me a nod. I closed my eyes focusing my magic with the object turning red briefly and then returned to its normal color.

Hope held up the coin Josie had put her magic in that suddenly flew out of her hand and we all turned our heads to see my mother and Lizzie standing a few feet away. “Well, it sure as hell is for this one, sister. I told you to leave her out of this.”

“So let me see if I have this right. You are so desperately in love with Landon that you are willing to put us all in extreme danger. Have you lost your ever freaking mind, Hope Andrea Mikaelson!” My mother stomped forward getting in my sister’s face, her fangs sticking out of her mouth. I gulped knowing we were definitely in trouble now.

Raelyn’s pov

“Mom please understand why I am doing this. You would do the same if it was dad.” Hope raised her voice at me.

Vamping in my daughter’s face I growled, raising my freehand attempting to freeze them. “I wouldn’t risk everyone’s lives unless they chose to help me out. But going behind everyone else’s backs to get him back no matter the consequences is the problem here - Immobilus.”

Alina stomped forward shoving me backwards towards my nieces. “You can’t stop us even if you wanted to. Just stay out of the way otherwise you’ll get hurt.” Stepping backwards from her I clutched my hands into fists at my sides, not liking that I felt powerless.

I was standing in the middle of a confrontation between these family members. Klaus was picking up Charming and Rapunzel from the Gilbert house so he wouldn’t notice I was missing for a few hours. “Well, I think we're all clear as to why we're here, so why don't we just skip the verbal sparring and get to the actual fight?”

“I'm not gonna ask again, Lizzie. Give her the coin.” Hope snapped at her.

“Invisique.” Lizzie takes my hand in hers and siphons some magic from me. She throws the now invisible coin across the ground.

Hope gasped. “How could you?”

“Relax. We'll find it later, after we get your boyfriend back.” Lizzie stepped towards my eldest daughter.

Josie sent her sister a weak look. “Lizzie, no. You don't have to do this for me.”

“Yes, I do. Because you're my blind spot, Jo.” She spoke back.

The Saltzman blonde glared at Hope. “You want to do this spell so bad? Let's do the damn spell.”

Standing off to the sidelines with Josie I just silently watched them. Alina finished drawing the protection circle while Lizzie got the Ascendant ready for the spell. “Now step outside the circle.” Hope instructed Alina who stepped backwards over the circle with us.

Lizzie warned her. “And don't come back in. No matter what happens.”

“Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo Carcerema. Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo…” Hope and Lizzie each held onto the Ascendant and began chanting the words to the spell.

The sky began changing colors and the stars shifted around to be in line with the magical object. “It's working.” Josie muttered out.

“...Carcerema. Sangiema Meam Et Nos Mundo Carcerema.”

Lizzie winced, eyeing the object when it began turning red and I could hear her heartbeat beginning to race. “I don't remember this being so painful.”

“Dark magic. The Necromancer was full of it when we trapped him, so the prison world must be radioactive with it. And now it's infecting you.” Josie gasped before I caught a glimpse of black veins crawling up their wrists and their faces. I gasped in horror when a memory flashed through my mind.

“You have to promise not to say anything to the guy and girl outside this door that came with me, this started happening after I did the spell to find you.”

Rolling up the sleeves of my shirt on my right arm I held my forearm out to her seeing her eyes go wide in shock and horror at what she saw. The black veins that had first appeared the spell to consume Esther spell had returned and we’re making their way up my arm. “Holy crap, cuz. We are in serious trouble. If…if that gets worse then you might.”

“Die, I know Jo.” I sniffed through some tears knowing Klaus would hate me if I told him I might die so I needed to fix this before he ever found out about it. “You’re the only family member I trust so I am begging for your help with this.”

Lizzie began panicking. “What do we do?”

Josie raised her voice in a panic. “Sever the connection. Let go.”

“ I can't! ” Lizzie tried to pull away.

Covering my ears with my hands I attempted to block out the increasing sounds of their heartbeats banging against my ear. “This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening right now….where is it, where is it!” Running my hands frantically around the waistband of my jeans I located Josette’s hunting knife I still had on me, death gripping it in my hands.

Hope wasn’t backing down even when the black veins began growing. “Hold on. We can do this. We just have to push through.”

“No, Hope, you could die! Let go!” Josie begged her friend again.

“No!” Hope declares with a stern tone. “I'm not abandoning him again.”

Josie moved past me and shoved her hand down on her sister’s arm, trying to help her with the magic. “ Josie! “ Lizzie cried out in terror.

Hope apologized seeing the two twins struggling. “I'm so sorry.”

“Alina!” I cried out when she ran forward throwing her hands on Hope’s shoulder siphoning from her. The dark magic began traveling between the four girls and there wasn’t a part of their skin that wasn’t covered by it.

I vamped forward to the edge of the protection barrier seeing a figure appear before my eyes again. “Difficult to watch isn’t it?”

“What the hell do you want!” I growled through heavy tears seeing the darker version of myself coming out of my head.

Dark Raelyn smirked evilly, tapping the tip of the hunting knife in my hands. “You know why I’m here, Rae Rae. The only way to save their lives is embracing who you are.”

“No. I…I won’t.” I shook my head no yet she just tilted her head silently telling me I was wrong. My fingers clung onto the blade handle with the teen girls fear consuming my every emotion. Closing my eyes I blurted out the ancient words as fast as possible off my tongue. “Fructose Ispiritus…Fructose Ispiritus!”

Gasping sharply the hunting knife fell into the glass and my hands turned red siphoning all the magic that had been contained inside of it for so long. “Ahhh!….Magia tollux de terras….Magia tollux de terras!” Grasping Alina and Josie’s shoulders wincing I held onto as best I could seeing the black veins disappear from their bodies and transfer onto mine. The Ascendent dropped from their hands when someone grunted and knocked it away from our group of witches.

All of us got thrown backwards to the dirt and the Ascendant dropped into the dust. I groaned holding my head laying beside Hope seeing someone walking to us when the fog cleared and she sounded relieved. “ Landon? “

He replied with a smile. “Long time, no see.”

“Am I dead or is this... another dream?” Hope rose to her feet slowly walking towards her boyfriend in disbelief.

Lizzie slowly rose to her feet helping her sister up at the same time. “No, I'm pretty sure Landon made it back here somehow.”

“Because we totally see him, too.” Josie whispered back.

Alina whipped her head around in my direction seeing me swaying from side to side on my feet. “Mom, are you okay?”

“I….I…my magic is -“ My eyes rolled back in my head and I fell backwards passing out onto the harsh ground.

Alina rushed over to her mothers body with the other girls all concerned for her safety. “Is she going to wake back up like normal?”

“I don’t think so, look. They aren’t going away like they should. We need to find dad immediately.” Hope declares beginning to panic about what danger she had just put her mother through…and would she ever wake up.

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mailontumb · 3 months

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Hello! I have been requested a fanfic about Mizu from Blu Eyed Samurai!

The person who asked the fanfic wants to stay anymous

Any who heree is the fanfic!

Note blue: mizu !! orange:ringo !! Purple:Mr Yogan !! Pink: butler

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Mizu’s Father?

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Mizu was wandering around at the market in the London. She was pretty hungry as she just got to the country known for the British monarchy. After wondering around she found a place to exchange her yen’s to pounds and decided to get a ride to go to a place to eat. She decided to eat at a small cafe, as she went in she ordered some fresh bread and tea. After the food arrived she burnt herself a lil trying to take a small sip of the tea. As she finally ate the last piece of her bread sand decided to continue her hunt to find the 4 white men that went to japan

Mizu decided to go find them but ultimately got lost for 3 hours in the woods…but during the 3 hours she heard a rustling noises coming from one of the bushes. She drew her blade out getting ready to attack but it was just but it was just ringo. “ ringo…why the hell are you here?…didnt i told you to stay in the hut and dont follow me?” “Uhh…sorry I just wanna follow you….” ringo replied awkwardly “whatever just stay away from me.” After that encounter with ringo she finally found her way out and ask around if they have seen the 4 men that went to japan and stayed there illegally.

After no success a man came from out of nowhere and gave Mizu a letter saying she looked exactly like the man in the picture. Mizu at first didn’t believe it before looking the picture and was shocked to find out she does and asked the man where he found it and who the person in the picture was , the man gave her a little envelope with an address written on it. As the man left Mizu gazed on the address wondering if she has found her dad.She decided to go and find a ride to take to the address which later on she found out was a mansion.

After finding a ride and going to the mansion , she gazed at it for a while and finally going to the front door and l knocking on it. A butler appears and asked “hello and good morning, please state your business & reason why you were to see Mr Yogan.” “Uhh…im here to see him to…interview him?”“Hm…I guess you’re the reporter, alright then come in…” the butler assisted Mizu to a living room and serve her a cup of tea which did not burn Mizu this time. She ask the butler if the Mr Yogan is gonna come home anytime soon. “Soon my dear pls be patient” the butler said firmly.

20 minute of waiting later a man who is appear to be in his mid 60’s looking worried walked in the room the butler who was sitting across Mizu this entire time introduce him as the Mr Yogan wich Mizu had so long waited for… the man who politely said hi to Mizu then said “so are we ready to begin to interview?” “Uh..yes Uhm sorry…let’s start?…” Mizu replied nervously”alright hit me with the question!” “Do you recognise this person in the picture?” Taken it aback the man inspect the picture and said…”oh…sorry what is your name?” “Mizu,why?” “Mizu,if your are trying to find this man im sorry but he was my late brother who was a terrible criminal and was executed not long after serving a couple of years in the famous prison of London, The Anastasia Prison… but you can find his grave at the High Gate cemetery it’s just around the block” Mizu who was surprise to found out that one of the 4 men she was searching for had passed away. She later then asked “im sorry but did he ever had a secret child back a japan?” “Oh yes he did! He told me before he was executed,why?” “Heh…nothing but Uhm that is all of the question! I got to go now! Hehe bye?” “Oh Uhm that was fast but alright? Bye.” Mizu quickly left and decided to head to the cemetery.

After entering she quickly searched for anyone who had the last name Yogan as she knows that Mr Yogan was the brother of one of the 4 men she was searching for. Suddenly she saw a grave with the last name being Yopgan and the grave wich appear to have a withered rose right next to and a stone wirtten on it ‘James Yogan, Born at 1578 and Died at 1613, was a beloved brother & a horrible criminal.’ “Yeesh…i didn’t expect to meet you here dad…i hope you ended up in hell after making my whole life themed after it. Goodbye and im glad you died”. She quickly left the cemetery and told ringo to stop hiding in the bushes. Ringo appeared and asked her how did she noticed him “ringo you are way too easy to predict. Now come one let’s go back home”.

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The end.

I hope you guys enjoyed this fanfic! I had fun writing it and i hope to post more fanfic of your request! And Here i am out tap out have a great day byeee!

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizuki akiyama #mizu fanfic #writing fanfic #fanfic

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hrhbella · 1 year

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Unhappiest

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

Word Count: 790 words

Summary: Theodore doesn't think he wants to talk anymore.

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: This has been sitting for quite some time. I can't say I love where it went, but do let me know. -B

Unhappier | Unhappier, Who?

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It was as if the silence was sucking the air out of his room.

“Who is it, love?” Theodore had begun to feel the alcohol practically leak from his body.

There was a long pause. “Who is who?”

Who is who? Not the most intellectual response. Odd. “Who did your mother invite?” A harsh breath sounds through the fireplace, “In my place?”

“Well, not everything is about you, Nott. One mustn't assume every opportunity is theirs.”

Theodore felt the shift. Ever since their initial explosion, if you will, in the common room, he was beginning to think he was asking the right questions. Frankly, he was in no way settled by this. He leaned back slightly, allowing his weight to shift from his knees to the balls of his feet as he tried to make out his thoughts. The coated bricks in front of him never seemed so intriguing, but he could no-

“Theodore?”

He had not heard his given name from her in what felt like centuries. Not for months. Not since ever, when he thought about it.

“I rightfully deserve it, I do. Might as well push the dagger in deeper.” His eyes almost fall out of his skull trying to watch as the flames slightly flicker, and he almost believes he’ll see her face appear in his own Floo.

“I am not seeing anyone.”

He sighs. As always, there was immense choice in those words.

“And yet, I sense there is still someone.”

There was a faint patter on her end. Was she pacing?

“It’s bloody complicated.”

“Must be. You seem unable to talk me into an unmatchable state of boredom.” Be a prick to her, Nott. That will assist.

“Remind me never to put a ceiling on my capacity to loathe you.”

“Noted.”

“I don’t thi-”

“Does he make you happy,” Theodore could not take it anymore. “Truly, unequivocally elated?”

His ears pick up a poised cough, and his heart drops knowing he caught her by surprise.

“Not-”

“Just- just tell me that much.” Pushing a hand through his hair, he feared the answer he already suspected.

“Yes.”

It was the smallest of whispers. He would not have heard it had he not been listening so intently for it. He found himself wanting to be alone.

“I do believe that is all I require of you this afternoon.”

“Nott.”

“I bid you good day, madam.”

“Nott, I-”

“I say, good day!” Was she suddenly uneducated in polite social exits? Never would she so brazenl-

“It’s Malfoy.”

Any air within his lungs flew out faster than a Snitch. His legs seemed to be moving him without his consent, as he found himself making hast towards the door and far away from the flame-filled fireplace.

“It’s Malfoy.” The green flames that had been swirling in front of her ceased, and promptly were replaced by gentle reds and oranges. What bloody possessed her to tell Nott that one of his best mates had taken his place, even if he was troll shit at filling the duties of that place.

She pushed herself away from the mantel, which had been supporting her weight through that emotionally charged conversation, and noticed. She noticed.

His Quidditch Captain sweater is draped over her desk chair.

There is a fresh bouquet of white carnations on her bedside table, which had been accompanied with a short and personal note as well as an invitation on holiday.

One of her own favorite sweaters was absent from the room.

But most importantly of all, she noticed the one thing that was most different of all. A photograph on the window sill. It showed her at the Palace of Versailles, deep within the gardens, smiling widely at the camera, but soon progressed to her being leaned back into an appropriate yet intimate kiss by a blonde young man. Their laughs as they lean against each other’s foreheads could almost be heard before it fades to her smiling brightly towards the lenses again.

She sighed as she felt the embossed title on the book she had been reading ten minutes prior, which was also something one might notice in her bedroom.

She had spent weeks feeling horribly distraught over what had happened with Nott. She had depleted days being consoled by those closest to her. There had been hours exhausted over what had transpired in France. The minute practically dragged on as she pondered how to approach her new found emotions. But the seconds stopped all together once she heard herself whisper his name. To Nott, of all people.

She knew things would not have ever been the same for the two of them again, not after what he did. But what about after what she had just done?

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lyrical-fanfics · 1 year

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Check (Leona KingscholarxReader)

this is part of a series of one-shots that will later tie into a longer series on my AO3. They're meant to be read like the vignettes in Twisted Wonderland, so if you want a sequel please let me know. Also, let me know if you think you know what the dorm the reader is based on!

The reader is not Yuu. The reader is a student at the OC sister school Fantasia College for girls

3rd person POV

Genre: Yearning, Fluff

Fem!Reader

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They were at each other’s throats in this mental game. Even though on the outside it seemed like just two people interacting with one another in a normal manner, anyone who looked just beyond the surface would see the war that was happening between the two.

It was a war of intrigue, a war of getting the other to make a move before the other. A war to not take the lead. A war to deny feelings and yet get as close as possible. Sure, (Name) had blackmailed him in the past, but that was for a perfectly good reason. It was passed that now. It was now a return to one another. They would ebb and flow towards each other, like the tide against a beach. Both of them fight a mental battle in an attempt to subtly woo the other. A tango with no first step. A duel with no first shot.

With the SDC coming up, (Name) was in full throttle, going over applications for stalls, taking care of the culture club’s structures, and inspecting them, all alongside her trusted Vice-housewarden and fellow member of the performing arts club, Vivian. The girl’s sonar-like ears acted as an early warning for anything that came (Name)’s way. The both of them were currently sitting in what could only be described as the field office of the operations, which was a stage that had been set up for a musical number the students had put together. A desk was off to the wing of the stage, behind curtains and out of sight from the audience. (Name) was taking care of some minor things that would only take her 10 minutes at maximum. Vivian, who had built most of the stage backdrops with her bare hands, was finishing some lining on a prop.

As Vivian sat there, the dry smile that always lined Vivian’s lips warmed slightly when she heard the approach of a very specific student. She knew his shuffles well as they seemed to rhythmically go along with the powerful steps of (Name).

“(Nickname), Leo’s coming this way.”

“Noted Viv. 30 seconds?”

“And counting,” Vivian replied. (Name) took that as an opportunity to check her appearance quickly, fixing any wrinkles in her clothes before Leona arrived. Vivian fixed minor flyaways before tapping (Name)’s shoulder to indicate he was turning the corner.

“(Name). Mainstage is complete.” Leona climbed the stairs to the stage as he spoke. (Name) spun elegantly in her chair, crossing her leg as she did so. The great showmanship of Rattigan ran through her dorm, and she wasn’t one to squander a second of the spotlight.

“Oh good, and you have the programming for the show?”

“What do you take me for?” Leona smiled at that question as he approached and dangled the USB in front of (Name)’s face. Leona knew today was going to be one of (Name)’s roughest. Along with being the main representative for the culture clubs, she was also the head of the Performance Art club, which had many shows running on top of the entire festival. Seeming like a prince charming here was the goal, but doing so in a way that was specifically Leona. Smart, and a lot less effort.

“Good, Vil wanted me to go over the entire thing and compare it to his notes.” (Name) placed a hand in her pocket before rubbing two of her nails together to create a small sound. The volume wasn’t even audible to anyone trying to listen in, but Vivian knew immediately. Her ears perk before excusing herself off to another job, leaving Leona and (Name) alone.

Leona grumbled slightly at the mention of Vil's name. He knew that they had a close relationship ever since they were paired as sister dorms, but the amount of time Vil took from (Name) really annoyed him. Once Vivian had left, he pulled up a chair to the desk and placed it extremely close to (Name). He was used to her entourage scurrying off when he arrived and expected it at this point.

They went over the presets for the programming, going over each bit of extravagant drama that was scheduled to take place during the show. Leona grumbled slightly as (Name) had to go over highly specific handwritten notes from Vil, clicking his tongue at how much busywork it all resulted in. He appreciated the attention to detail, but to have (Name) personally go over it was rather cumbersome and pretentious. (Name) already had plenty on her plate already. She didn’t mind, however, as Vil was just as stressed.

“Ah, I think this preset needs to be changed. Vil put in a hex color.”

“Jeez, that son of a--” Leona quickly placed his hand over (Name)’s, using it as a proxy for his own. (Name) didn’t even flinch at the contact, as she knew how this game went. This was a small attack compared to the grander scale of the war. The next came in the form of Leona resting his chin on (Name)’s shoulder in an attempt to read the exact notes Vil left her and then reaching over with his other arm to type in the exact hex code. He had (Name) semi-enveloped, but again, she did not flinch. Any form of hesitancy would be viewed as a victory in his eyes, and she knew it. He would use laziness and tiredness as an excuse if any questions sprung forward. She didn’t want this to stop either, so she kept silent. His warmth and his steady breaths lulled most of her anxieties for the day away, much like any cat on a lap would.

He finished up the hex codes, but only removed the arm that was reaching over to type. He decided to continue to beckon the sets at his own pace, keeping (Name) wrapped up close to him.

It wasn’t always like this. Lots of things have changed, and plenty of idiosyncracies have become the norm. Each ebbing and flowing towards and away from one another, eroding bits of themselves in the other while acting like the feelings weren’t as strong as they were. They were slowly becoming a bit too integral to each other’s life.

“That wraps it up” (Name) turns her head towards Leona’s, who was just about to fall asleep from checking the presets a third time. “I can take this to the stadium if you want to take a nap here, Leona.” (Name) looked over at her shoulder that Leona was currently claiming. She began to plot a way to fluster him somehow. “You seem rather comfortable there.”

“I am, and if you move, I won’t be anymore.” He stated in a grumble, grabbing at (Name)’s waist with his free hand, keeping her in place. She knew all was fair, but she did need to deliver this USB and load up the program onto the computer. She was planning on checking in with Vil to see how he was while she did that, and Leona seemed to know as well.

“I’ll take it back with me in a bit.” Leona let out a yawn before making himself more comfortable on (Name)’s shoulder. Due to her years of being a dancer and performing artist, her posture was strong enough to hold his weight, but it didn’t make her any less annoyed. This was definitely turning into a war tactic, but his end goal had yet to be seen. She was used to his closeness, she was used to him sleeping on her.

She turned her head toward Leona’s, barely any gap to speak without her lips touching his head. Her breath caught his ears, causing them to twitch slightly.

“I see, and you’re just taking a rest now?” She never rushed or hurried Leona. She could, but she had no reason to. If she didn’t take into account Leona’s tendency to drag out time, she wasn’t a good schemer.

“Just a small one.” Leona smiled before settling in further, trapping (Name) in her seat. His goal was now clear. It was hard not to lean into him, hard not to turn her body and be embraced by him. It was hard to resist advancing, and giving up the war.

But staying still was the perfect counterattack. (Name) let out a small chuckle, watching Leona’s ears twitch once again before turning back to the computer. She was skillful in moving his hand off hers so that she could continue to work. The hand moved down to the other side of her waist, then down her leg to rest on her lap. Again, (Name) didn’t move, but it was a fatal mistake for him. After typing a few messages to the printing room, she raised her now free hand to his head. He could feel the movement in her shoulder, and before he could react, he was struck with the attack, as she worked her hand into his hair. Gently she massaged his scalp, before turning her head again. He knew that if she spoke then, he might do something rash. While he wanted nothing more than to let her do it, it would mean a loss in this war.

“I gotta go.” he lifted himself so swiftly out of (Name)’s arms that she nearly fell backward. “I’ll plug this into the main stage.” He made the mistake of turning to face her before leaving, getting to see her half-lidded stare, clothes slightly ruffled from his embrace, and a beautiful pair of parted lips. Something about that look burned into his brain, but just as quick as he saw it, it was gone. (Name) pressed her lips together before smiling and standing herself.

“I have to go run an errand to the printer. Shall we walk together?” (Name) asked as Leona, now seemingly cold and uninterested, trots down the stairs to the stage. He was calming himself, creating a distance that could be mistaken as strength.

“Do what you want.” was all he replied with, but he still waited for her to finish up logging out of her computer, putting it away, and packing up. For telling her to do what she wanted, he seemed to have a choice he preferred.

What an interesting relationship the both of them had. So long as they were both fine with resisting the other, this could go on forever, but with each passing interaction, the game became harder and harder. Passing pieces, and sacrificing pawns, rooks and queens were easy, so long as that king on either side stayed upright.

Just how vacant was the board now? How long had they been playing this game? How much longer could either of them hold out?

Their beating hearts, side by side counted down an invisible clock. One that neither of them dared look at. It counted down the seconds until one of them finally fell. It counted down to the moment that either of them let pride go.

For now, (Name) had moved her piece strategically and had looked Leona dead in his face, saying only one word to him in the game they played, prompting him for his next move.

Check.

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aeschrxma · 2 years

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Lingering Existence Pt. 2

Based on : Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing : Female Reader X Ryōmen Sukuna

Special Appearance : Gojo Satoru

Summary : The measly battle between the Jujutsu sorcerers and Sukuna ended in the capture of an unknown female sorcerer whom he had taken for granted as the mystery unfolds as to why her presence was not even acknowledged by her so-called fellow members into a struggle to know your enemies and friends beforehand.

Writer's Note: This story's final epilogue will be on 28th October 2022.

The decades-old fables recall themselves as they paint Ryomen Sukuna as the strongest and the king of all those filthy curses, the fear and the terror running their course throughout the generations, slowly erasing the woman's existence who was the ace of them all. The elders of the village had only heard about her destruction and her terror; the sheer joy in her eyes when her slender fingers ripped off the heads of the humans she encountered just for her own enjoyment. Her long black hair flowed through the darkest of nights as the moonlight shone through to present a rare beauty. Covered in the blood of millions, her eyes were filled with pure joy and comfort as the humans kneeled in front of her begging for their lives to be spared. That is who she was, the most beautiful of all and the most powerful. Her name never etched itself in history as anyone who had barely caught a glimpse of her presence was confirmed to have taken his or her last breath on the land.

The Malevolent Shrine had no traces of existence as the curtain around them slowly fell backwards. His heavy breathing was to be heard all over the place as the silence took over, the silence before the storm that would consume him. “Domain Expansion: Midnight” The words spoken by the woman terrified every inch of his soul as the environment around them turned pitch black. The construction of the Darkness Temple was enough for Sukuna to turn his gaze towards the woman, who had been focusing on the man all along with an amused look on her face, knowing that as every moment passed, the terror in him increased ever so slowly. The skulls of billions of humans, animals, and every other living creature made up the Darkness Temple as his eyes searched for his worst nightmare ever. Her ability to clone was prevalent as the throne was occupied by her clone who had been staring at him with those same eyes, which made his heart falter again. “Ryomen, did you forget about me? I understand that it has been way too many decades since we crossed paths, but you shouldn’t forget about the person who helped you climb up the staircase of what you call the throne of the King of Curses, the one who erased her existence from history to make you the one and only, and most importantly, the one whom you loved and hated. “The last words of her sentence were the ones which made Sukuna look up at the woman with tears brimming in his eyes, knowing that he was bound to fail if he tried anything under her watchful gaze.

The blood ran cold in his veins as her footsteps skipped closer to his body, the gaze in her eyes filled with murderous intent and the need to see Sukuna’s body lifeless in front of her holy abode, where she had different plans for his soul to be captured forever with her powers, concealing every inch of his true form within herself, feeding off his powers. “Y/N, I apologize for not remembering my place in your presence…I-I just never imagined that..y-you would be back..” The supposed King of Curses was found stuttering under her invisible control, his throat closing with his lungs quenching for every single little bit of oxygen that he could salvage. The pitch-black curtain around their presences, standing strong as ever, smaller curses feeding off the cursed energy that has not found its way in decades of human history was now flowing at its best; when the most powerful curses stood against each other, in an arena where they promised each other to rule the world together. “The memories that we formed together in this place are forgettable, but you know what still lingers in my head?” Your voice grew lower as the anger in your eyes burned brighter than any other source of energy that existed on the planet Earth, the feeling of betrayal running its course through your head as you reached out to a necklace that hung around your perfectly pretty neck, the rune that was covered in both, yours and Sukuna’s purest forms of blood, broken into two pieces from when the blood pact was broken by Ryomen to rule the world as its sole owner, letting his greed and selfishness take over.

“Just like you found a way to betray me and banish me into the depths of darkness, I found a way to rise up from the ashes that you buried me in, and now my existence terrifies you to the end because you have no other choice than to acknowledge THAT I AM THE MOST POWERFUL.” A burst of laughter filled with pain, sinister thoughts, and satisfaction echoed through the arena, the water turning into pales of blood, flowing through to form the hands of the souls captured by Sukuna, slowly creeping upwards to his throat, holding onto the “king of curses” in a deathly chokehold where escape was not an option. “Gojo Satoru, would you prefer if he was turned into your little pet project, or should I let him be swallowed by his own sins?” A name that Sukuna had not expected Y/N to speak was now standing in front of him in the flesh as a satisfactory smile was accompanied by the tall white-haired man who made his way to Sukuna, clicking his fingers together to exorcise the souls that were swallowing him down, which led Y/N to recognize the decision that he had taken for the man who knelt in front of them. “A pet project, it is then. It was a pleasure to do business with you, Satoru.” The words left your lips as Satoru smiled at you in a loving manner, which indicated no kind of business other than his romantic intentions, which were not bound. “Well, now that business is over, would you like your ex-fiancé to attend our wedding?” His tone mocked every inch of Sukuna’s existence as he was flabbergasted at the words spoken out by the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and the loveliest smile that played around on the face of the queen of the curses. The strongest of two worlds held hands as loud laughter echoed through the hallways of the Temple, indicating that the truth was as prevalent as it could be. “How could you...Why would you?” The only syllables that possibly left Sukuna’s mouth only made Y/N chuckle. “As I mentioned, I rose up to show you how powerful I am. My power and intellect exceed your whole existence and combined with Satoru’s powers and sixth sense; we are both the most powerful in this entire universe. Now I hold your dreams and the worth of your life in the palm of my hand.” The first ray of sunshine broke through the curtain of darkness as the new era of power rose from the ashes of the betrayal and pain of the Queen of the Curses, breaking the rune resisting her true powers as the new-born curses and every source of curse energy acknowledged the beginning of her reign, ruling both the worlds with the power that she held with Satoru, whose arms wrapped around your waist tightened, pulling you closer into his arms, whispering in your ears in a playful tone, “Should we begin the project, my queen?” The smiles that they exchanged were now the symbol of the end of the world in a way not anticipated by written history between the sorcerers and the curses.

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Thank you for reading! I hope that you have a wonderful and safe day/night ahead! Stay safe and healthy <3

-Chrxma.

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eternxlstarx · 7 months

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Sitting alone at the At the cafe Lumine sent the emergency food paimon on a expedition to find mora for a while, As she needed to be alone. A heavy sigh left her breath as she leaned her cheek against the palm of her hand. She watched as two children entered into the establishment while their father told both of the kids to calm down.

One boy wore a outfit consisting of browns and golds and the other wore a outfit consisting of blues and whites. the siblings or friends were fighting over who was the best at play a game, as the father took his seat the other side telling the others two to pipe down and enjoy their lunch. A painful sting began to pound against lumines own soul as she ache of longing began to appear. "Aether." She sighed softly. That's right her goal in this world was to find her brother to solve the mysterious void of how they came to be. Looking down into her glass, the traveler suddenly find herself tearing up as a single tear drop fell into her cup. as the drink ripples She shook her head however, The painful memory of remembering her brother protecting the abyss lecture, began to flourish as she tried to wipe her memories.

In a way she wishes she could just drink this cup, wash away this painful feeling like a tide over taking a stone. Though deciding to leave the female stood up and left the reminder of mora that she owed for her meal before walking out. She decided it would be best to be alone in this moment, he was the hero after all no one should ever see her in the weak state. she walked to the room that she was allowed to stay in as a guest and wrote a note to anyone who would come around including paimon. ~ Headed to the outskirts be back later ~ the traveler made her way into the open world.

Lumine smiled with a fake expression before deciding to build a course in front of the home, something to help her train and … let out the emotion she felt.

barrels, Fences, practice dummies and much more were set up as Lumine took up her blade clashing it against the harded sole of each iteam, as a whirlwind of emotions collided inside of her with each strike she took, pushing her limits , as if she could feel herself break, or even shattered into a million pieces if she pushed even more..

Little did she realize though as she began to use her energy up with each strike , her body grew tired as she leaned down to her knees panting , though frustrated tears began to fall from her irises and down to her pale cheeks as she did her best to cope alone. "You idiot!" She yelled out to the air , her breath panting, she leaned down before her golden locks shadowed over her face.

More tears began to flow as it pattered against the grass. Lumine had a lot of emotion going on her head, it only … if only she was little faster, stronger, She could have prevented the gnosis's from being taken, she could have caught up with her brother. she could have saved the people who she grew a bound with.

She hated being weak. She hated being alone. Something inside of her broke as she she closed her eyes and screamed until her voice seemed horse. it wasn't like one would hear it after all thankfully. After she did however her anger began to settle only to leave her into the emotions of feeling alone. "Please.... dont … abandon me here." she whimpered out thinking about that the lector told her. has he long forgotten about her? Did he even care how much she wanted him back.

She knew if anyone heard her say this out loud she of course would have seemed crazy… at this point maybe she needed someone to show up, to help to tell her everything was alright. She didn't want to be alone, and she wanted to be strong, she was hero, the traveler, the savior of this world … what would people think of her now if they knew her true emotions.

"I'm such a fool." She talked to herself before trying to wipe her tears away the rain began to pour as to forshadow the girls emotions as she sat on the ground with trembling hands as tears continued to fall.

#im in the mood for angst so feel free to reply if you want. XD #angst #lumine: celestial traveler;;#Open #can someone help the bby out? <3

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The day was slowly winding down. In just a few short hours Sumire Shinomiya’s birthday would come to an end. However, she would receive a few gifts before the end of it. The doorbell loudly rang throughout the mansion, and the butler of the manor answered the door. However, no one was present at the door. The only thing there were three gifts addressed to the birthday girl herself.

Picking it up, the old brought the gifts inside. Carrying them to where Sumire was and placing the boxes in front of her. “It appears that someone sent you a few gifts Miss,” Goro said. “Now if you excuse me Miss I have to get started on dinner.” Sumire thanked the old man watching him leave before turning to the first gift and opening it.

Inside the first gift was a massive cake decorated in a gothic style with demon horns sticking out from the top. Sumire couldn't help but let out a whistle as she admired the work that went into the cake. She could smell it from where she was standing and her mouth was already starting to water. Seeing as there were two more gifts Sumire picked up the one closest to her and opened it.

Inside the second gift was a pair of long black and purple gothic gloves. Sumire smiled at the gift already having a few outfits in mind to match them with. Setting them aside Sumire picked up the final gift and opened it.

Inside the third gift was a box of C4 explosives. Sumire choked on her spit at what she was looking at. Who the fuck sent her this? Looking around for some sort of note. However, what she noticed was a disc the size of her hand. Picking up the disc activates and reveals a hologram saying “Incoming video call. Accept or Decline?”. Hitting the accept option Sumire watched as the hologram shifted into Kanra Akemi of Edogawa.

“Happy Birthday Sumire!” Kanra shouted. Suddenly a muffled noise was heard beside her. Giving whatever was beside her a harsh smack effectively quieting it down. “Sorry about that. Anyway Happy Birthday Sumi! Hope you like the gifts I got you. I would've delivered them to you in person but you and Aranai-senpai are off doing that birthday thing yall do to each other. So I decided to just drop them off instead. I gotta say Sumire your cake was one of the hardest I ever made. The lace designs alone took hours to do. I wasn't entirely sure what flavor you liked so I just made it red velvet. Okay so on the gifts. The first thing I got you was the long gloves. I always see you with a few already so I thought you might appreciate one more from me.” The young girl’s face dropped from cheerful to completely blank as she began to rub her chest. “Take it from me I know what it’s like to cover up what you don't what people to see.”

Sumire thought back to what she read on Kanra. She may have had a few scars herself but even Sumire had to admit that she had nothing on Kanra in the scars department. However, If there was anyone on this planet who might understand her then it would be the girl with scars covering her from neck to toe.

“Alright enough of that. Now I bet my last gift surprised ya,” Kanra giggled. “I made it myself. Now, what's with that look? You don't think I can make military-grade explosives? I’m smarter than I look and besides don’t you know a girl gotta know how to cause a little trouble? If you’re worried about it not working don't be I've already tested some beforehand. So you know how a bunch of abandoned buildings has been blowing up lately all over the Tokyo wards? Ta-da! It was me blowing them up testing out the various batches of C4 I've made.” Kanra smiled at Sumire as if she didn't just reveal she was the one who's been blowing up various buildings the last month. “But uh don't tell anyone that Yuriko-san would have my head if she knew what I've been doing.”

Sumire couldn't help but stare at Kanra. A million thoughts raced throughout her head but two stood out the most. One, Kanra knew how to make military explosives. Two, the girl was the one causing the police of every ward in Tokyo to work overtime trying to figure out who was causing these explosions. Sumire let out a mad giggle as she dropped to the floor. Rolling around with a mad laugh when it hit her that Kanra was the one causing so much anarchy around the wards. There was a reason why Sumire had liked the pink-haired girl.

“You good? Okay, I got you one more gift. This one is not deliverable I'm afraid. It is a pinata a ‘rabbit’ pinata if you will,” Kanra’s lips are pulled back into thin lines and Sumire can see most of her teeth from how wide her mouth split open. It looks borderline painful and it so acutely reminded Sumire of the old illustrated version of Alice in Wonderland that she can only call it Cheshire. Sumire watched as Kanra slowly shifted the view from her to what was beside her. Sumire couldn't help but laugh as she realized what she was seeing. In front of her was Jyuto Iruma bloody and beaten hanging from the floor on a metal chain. Kanra came back into view with a metal bat in hand. “I’ll be waiting for you Sumire! Invite Aranai-senpai too she’d get a kick out of this.”

Kanra gave one last wave to her before the call ended. Sumire let a smile spread across her face. A chance to beat the bastard cop from Yokohama? Sign her the fuck up.

Sumire smirked as the hologram shut off, she shook her head fondly, she and Kanra may not hang out much but it was always a fun time when they do. Unlike her “older sister”, Sumire didn’t have a problem with Kanra and much like Aranai, considered her one of her trustworthy friends, she much reminded the anarchist of herself when she first stepped into the scene, before she became somebody to be respected…and feared. Kanra was already powerful in her own right but Sumire knew that with a little work and some guidance, she’ll be downright unstoppable.

Sumire gathered the gifts one by one, being especially careful with the very much real C4 explosives and brought them down to her lab where Aiko and Malphas were engaged in a very passionate game of…gold fish, the mechanical spider clicking angrily when Aiko once again won. “It’s not my fault you keep revealing your hand by clicking, Mal! Maybe we should finally put a voice modulator in you.” Aiko suggested as she shuffled the cards before stopping and looking to see her creator coming down the steps with the presents. “Big sister!” The android girl leaped up and helped the older girl with setting the gifts down, “More presents? Who are they from?”

“Kanra from Edogawa.” Sumire replied as she walked over to the shelf on the wall, she picked up something only to let it sit back in place by a rope connecting to it, suddenly the wall and shelf moved backwards and to the side, exposing the secret compartment inside the wall. Inside were very dangerous weapons and explosives no doubt illegal and honestly something a girl her age should not be in possession of. From guns, canons, rocket launchers to expertly contained chemical weapons and poison vials to other deadly and wide range explosives much like the ones in the anarchist’s hands. With care and delicate movements, she placed the pack of C4s among the rest of the explosives and returned the wall and shelf to where it once was.

Aiko, meanwhile, marveled at the cake the pink haired girl made, “Whoooah, this cake is so pretty! Can I have some? Please, big sis?” Wide, purple eyes pleaded at their creator who smiled and patted the android’s head, “Sure, but don’t forget to save some for me.” With a happy squeal, the younger girl raced up the steps and towards the kitchen to get some plates. Shaking her head fondly, Sumire reached into her pocket for her phone and dialed up a known number, she waited for a few seconds before a gruff “Hello” graced her ears.

“Hey, I know you’re in the middle of planning some horrific and embarrassing revenge gift for me but Kanra just called me up and has that bunny bastard from Yokohama tied up in one of the abandoned warehouses in the Tokyo Ward, so how about you put a pause on whatever the hell you’re about to do and we go beat a rabbit piñata?”

The line was silent for a moment before a sigh and “I’ll come pick you up.”

Sumire smirked and gave one last remark before ending the call, Aiko came back down the stares with plates and silverware humming happily, Sumire ruffled the other’s hair, the android giving a whine in protest “Don’t wait up, Ai. Big sister has some very fun business to take care of.” With that, she grabbed her modified baseball bat from out of a corner and climbed up the steps from out of the basement, smirk slowly turning to a manic grin.

Thank you for the gift!

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #sumire shinomiya #kanra akemi #gift #lilyspade #happy birthday sumire 2022

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mister-e-filman · 2 years

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Miraculous: The Rise of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Chapter 6

Back in Mrs. Bustier's classroom, "Those of you who have P.E., Mr. D'Argencourt is expecting you at the stadium. The rest of you can head over to the library," Mrs. Bustier instructed her students when the bell rang.

As the students left, Kim handed Ivan Bruel a note, who read it.

"KIM!!!" Ivan yelled, holding the note in his fist and was about to punch him.

"Ivan, what is going on?" Mrs. Bustier asked.

"It's Kim! I'm so gonna get..." Ivan yelled, about to hit him, when Mrs. Bustier sternly said, "Ivan, go to the principal's office!"

As Ivan walked away angrily, Marinette rolled her eyes at the complete backwards ideology of the situation, since Chloé's father beat out Anne Hidalgo for the position of mayor of Paris, the whole school staff had had a complete downgrade in logic when it came to these things, and she absolutely HATED it! Outside the school in the courtyard, Mr. D'Argencourt led Kim, Max, Alix, Nino, and Rose to class.

Ivan opened the principal's door without knocking.

Mr. Denis Damocles' office felt like it was staring at Ivan, just with how many fake owls there were, not to mention Mr. Damocles himself, his amber eyes staring back.

"Excuse me, young man. Hasn't anyone ever taught you to knock? Go on. Out you go, try it again!" Mr. Damocles said clearly annoyed. Ivan closed the door, and stood in front of it about to knock. "Go on, knock," Mr. Damocles said.

Then a black butterfly known as an akuma flew into the crumpled and rugged note that Ivan was holding and infected it, causing a violet butterfly-shaped light mask appeared and Ivan heard a voice. Whispering to... him?

"Stoneheart, I am Hawk Moth. I have come to help give you the power to seek revenge against those who have wronged you," the voice said.

After a moment, Ivan smiled and responded to Hawk Moth,

"Okay, Hawk Moth. I won’t fail in taking sweet revenge," Ivan said as he was then enveloped in a magical dark-purple ether. When the ether dissipated, Ivan was transformed into Stoneheart who had glowing chartreuse eyes and was a huge and muscular grayish gold rock golem.

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"Well, go on young man, come on in!" Mr Damocles said, a little more annoyed, when Iva-Stoneheart smashed the door in!

The door flew off of its hinges as Stoneheart appeared.

The crash made Mr. Damocles fall over, and students in the library also fell over with each step Stoneheart took.

"How's that for knocking?!" Stoneheart asked smugly before yelling, "KIMMM!!!"

"Hello? Is this the police? Give me the army!" Mr. Damocles yelled into his office's phone.

Suddenly Marinette was jolted off of her feet by a loud crash.

In the meantime, after the crash, the students who were in the library screamed as they ran toward the library's television, both Marinette and Alya were thrown to the floor while the other students saw Stoneheart in the security camera. Alya picked up Marinette and dragged her by the hand.

"Come on!" Alya said.

"Did you hear that?" a student asked fearfully.

"KIMMM!!!" Stoneheart screamed on the top left screen.

"What's going on? He had Ivan's voice?" Marinette wondered aloud.

"It's as if he's been transformed into a supervillain! GPS, check. Battery, check. I am so outta here!" Alya said gleefully.

"Hey! Where are you going!" Marinette asked her friend.

"Where there's a supervillain, there's always a superhero close behind! No way I'm missing this!" Alya explained as she left Marinette behind in the library, to chase after Stoneheart. Marinette looked back at the security camera screen. She saw that before Stoneheart left the school grounds, he picked up a car and threw it at the security camera, breaking it and showing a rainbow error screen.

"KIM!" Stoneheart screamed, which made Marinette wince.

I have a feeling that this is how it's gonna be whenever there's a supervillain on the loose, Marinette thought to herself as she stealthily ran home from school, hoping that Alya was okay.

Meanwhile inside the Agreste Mansion which was at Place du Châtelet, 75001.

The front of the house was surrounded by a large fence, preventing people from getting into the large courtyard. This fence didn't prevent people from looking into Adrien's room however. There was a garage on the lower right at the front of the house. There also were doors on the inside right and left of the walls. Awnings were covering these doors, and the doors didn't lead to the outside of the walls. The back of the house had a large wall of windows on the second floor, looking into Adrien's room.

Anyways, Nathalie was quizzing a clearly disinterested and disappointed Adrien about French history.

"Who was the first president of the Fifth French Republic?" asked Nathalie.

"Everyone thinks it was Charles André Joseph Marie de Gaulle, eesh, that’s quite a mouthful, but it was actually Jules Gustave René Coty before the first elections and because he was still in office when it began. A fact that I’m pretty sure even our current president François Gérard Georges Nicolas Hollande knows, yet another mouthful! Why do I have to say these people’s full names again?" Adrien murmured, still thinking how close he was to going to school.

"Education purposes, and speaking of which, you did excellently, Adrien," Nathalie said just as Gabriel walked into the room.

"Adrien? Could I have a word alone?" Gabriel said, in that calm voice that meant trouble. Adrien got up, with Nathalie close behind toward his office.

"Yes sir," Nathalie said before following them to the atillier.

"You are NOT going to school, Adrien. I already told you that!" Gabriel said once they were alone. Adrien looked back at Nathalie, who suddenly seemed interested in the floor, looking guilty. "But Father!" Adrien exclaimed, hoping he didn't mean it.

"Everything you need is right here, where I can keep an eye on you. I will not have you outside in that dangerous world!" Gabriel sternly told his son while avoiding eye contact with Adrien.

"Do I? Do I really have everything I 'need' right here?! No, no I most certainly don’t! Besides it's not dangerous, Father. I'm always stuck in here by myself. Why can't I go to school and make friends just like everyone else?!" Adrien practically shouted, because he was so angry.

"Because you're not like everyone else! You are my son! Now continue," Gabriel yelled, ending the conversation. Or so he thought.

"We can leave it here today, if you like–" Nathalie said, but Adrien cut her off by yelling at his father.

"Look at me, damnit! Ever since Mother "disappeared' you’ve been keeping your distance from me, to the point where you don’t even look me in the eye anymore! Don't think that I haven't noticed! I! Hate! YOU!" Adrien screamed at his father as he picked up a textbook and threw it at his father who dodged the book and stood frozen by what he had just heard from his own son who ran away to his bedroom, already thinking about trying again tomorrow, he then sat down on his bed, looking around his room which was expansive, having a total area nearly twice the size of any normal bedroom.

His room had seen a great many things throughout the years, Adrien sat down at his piano and began remembering certain points in his life before now. He remembered the last time he spent time with his grandfather before that fateful day a decade ago:

"Ha-ha! Way to go, frappeur! Good for you! Come here and give your grandfather a big ol’ hug!" he remembered his grandfather saying just before his younger self embraced him in his arms.

Adrien remembered asking his grandfather, "Gramdaddy? Do you hate my papa?"

"Uh, no, no we just have our disagreements is all it is. You know, different points of view. But no matter what, I still love him with all my heart, okay?" Gabi had said. Adrien had nodded to that.

Adrien then remembered waking up at home in the aftermath of the plane crash, his mother was there:

"But why?" he had asked.

"Oh, honey, I’m sorry but you just came out of a coma, so you absolutely need to stay here for the most part. Maybe one day you can go back to school, but for now, you need to stay here, and it’s because I don’t want to lose you, do you understand?" she had told him.

"I-I guess," he had stammered out.

Then Adrien remembered the very last time he had seen and spoken with his mother, the very thought made him shed a tear:

"W-why can’t I go with you, Mother?" he had asked.

"Adrien, I’m only going away so that your father and I can find a special doctor or maybe some special medicine or who knows? Both!" She briefly coughed before resuming, "We’ll only be gone for a week at the very most, okay?" she had assured him.

"But how do I know that you’re gonna be with me?" his 12-year-old self had asked.

"I’ll be in your heart, my son. Always. Tell you what, how about you do or make something, erm, miraculous until I get back, okay?" she had said.

Adrien stared at the place where he had last spoken with her, almost as if it were happening right there and then, and so both he and his memory self said, "Okay Mother." "Happy birthday, Mother," he muttered.

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After reminiscing the past, Adrien went over to his bed and lay down on it, his face in a pillow, however he wasn't the only one remembering his mother, as at that very moment his father was also reminiscing about his wife after having had one last exchange with Nathalie where she had ran over some of Gabriel's upcoming plans to him.

"Anything else?" he had asked.

Nathalie had tapped her chin looking over the papers one last time before telling him, "Your world-fashion interview, tomorrow, first thing."

"Fine. Merci, Nathalie," Gabriel had said.

"Dinner? With your son, sir," Nathalie suggested.

"No, I have work to do," he told her.

"He needs his father," she tried telling him.

"And I'd appreciate if you minded your own damn business. Besides, he needs to cool down Nathalie," Gabriel sternly told her before he pushed open the door to his office as he entered and the door closed behind him, leaving Nathalie standing right outside the door. As she had walked upstairs to visit Adrien, she saw that his bedroom door was already open a crack with Adrien's shadow running off. Nathalie opened the door up further and saw Adrien, who was sitting on his bed looking at where she was, having obviously eavesdropped on both her and his father.

"I'm sorry, Adrien."

Adrien lay down as he said dejectedly, "I know the drill."

Back at the showroom, Gabriel wandered around his creations placed on mannequins. He then remembered his final conversation with Emilie.

"My love, where is that dress you promised me?" Emilie had asked him.

Gabriel stopped in front of an elegant silver gray dress, the dress he promised her. "Honey, I'll get to it," he had told her. He then started to imagine her wearing it. "We have all the time in the world," he had foolishly told her.

Even though Emilie had told him, "And I don't mind waiting forever." Gabriel then said, "I would give every moment I have left... for just a glimpse of you in that dress, Emilie," he still felt guilty for not living up to his promise which was to protect their son Adrien, who almost immediately ran outside when he heard rumbling crashes. Adrien saw police cars and heard sirens. He ran back into his room and turned on his tv which showed the French police force trying to stop Stoneheart, with Sabrina’s father Roger leading the squad.

"Ready? Fire!" he yelled. The police fired at Stoneheart, but Stoneheart then glowed yellow, curling in on himself before growing in size. He picked up a police van and threw it as the officer’s scattered. The broadcast then changed to show the mayor being interviewed on the attack.

"I'm asking all Parisians to stay home until this situation is under control," Mayor Anaximandré Bourgeois told the crowd.

News Crews shouted, "Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!"

Meanwhile back in Marinette and Bridgette's room, Bridgette was watching the news broadcast about Stoneheart's attack, terrified in the storage room with her twin sister entering the room having quickly and carefully run back.

Nadja Chamack then came onscreen saying, "As incredible as it seems, it's been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a supervillain. The police have been struggling to keep the situation under control."

Officer Roger then came back onscreen wearing a cast and said, "Be confident, the strong arm of the law will come crashing down on the... I mean, the other arm."

"I hate first days back at school..." Marinette whimpered with her twin responding with, "I bet you do Mari, hey, look! It's a ladybug!" The ladybug flew around Bridgette before flying over to Marinette and landing on her nose, then it flew back over to Bridgette where it landed on her bottom lip. Bridgette smiled as best as she could before the ladybug flew off over to their work desk. "What’s that?" Bridgette wondered aloud.

"What’s what?" Marinette asked as she looked over to where her twin was pointing and then she saw a little box. Adrien also saw a strange box on his desk after a rather strange encounter with a black sphinx cat that seemed to have disappeared into thin air....

Both Marinette and Adrien walked over to their respective small, octagonal, black, and red box with a circle on each. A red circle with black spots for Marinette, and a black circle with a neon green cat’s pawprint for Adrien and said, "Huh?"

Both Marinette and Adrien pondered out loud, "What's this doing here?" They then held up the boxes. They each opened the little boxes and when they did, each flashed with light. They both flinched, backing away from the lights. From inside each box emerged a large sphere of light, pinkish-red for Marinette's and greenish-yellow for Adrien's. The lights then disappeared completely.

Marinette just blinked when the light disappeared, revealing... ...some sort of a creature that said, "Ah, finally! That took long enough! Phew! Huh? My goodness! Exciting! You discovered electricity! Girls can wear pants!" but then Marinette started shrieking, "Ahh! Help! It's a giant bug! A... a mouse! A... a bug-mouse!"

"Oh, I completely forgot how loud this part could be. Uh, everything is okay! Do not be scared!" the "bug-mouse" assured her while shuddering from Marinette's shriek. It was a small brilliant crimson creature that was 4 inches tall, and resembled a ladybug.

"Ahh! Bug-mouse talks!" Marinette screamed some more as she started throwing things at the bug-mouse.

Bridgette on the other hand just stared in awe at the creature which she thought was cute, the SUPER CUTE TINY BUG-MOUSE-THING! "Whoa, cool! You look SO damn cute!" she said.

Yes! She finally had a use for those hamster clothes that her twin kept making!

"Why thank you, Bridgette," the bug-mouse said gleefully.

Back in Adrien's room,

Adrien was in awe when he saw a cat-thing appear, it yawned which made it look... cute. "Wow, no way... like the genie in the lamp, plus, you're kinda cute," Adrien said out loud his voice full of awe.

"Okay, first things first, I AM NOT CUTE!" Okay, so cat thing could talk. a small black creature that was 4 inches tall. Its appearance was very cat-like, which included fingers and toes.

"If you can talk, then either you're an undiscovered species of cat, or I'm just going crazy!" Adrien said to the little cat-thing.

"No, you are not going crazy, and I am not a cat!" the cat-thing told Adrien who wasn't listening, and was more in awe of what was right in front of his face.

"Eh besides, I met that genie once. So what if he grants wishes. Big deal! I am way more personable! Plagg. Nice to meet you. Ooh, swanky..." the cat-thing told Adrien.

"Ohh! So shiny! Can you eat this?" Plagg asked as he tried to bite the game arcade's joystick. "No, you cannot. Ooh, what about this?" he said as he zipped around looking for something to eat.

Adrien chased after him as he whisper-shouted, "No! Don't touch that! Come back here!"

Meanwhile back in Marinette and Bridgette's room.

"Listen, Marinette. I know everything may seem a bit strange to you..." Marinette immediately grabbed ahold of a glass cup originally thinking of using the countless briefcases in the other room instead, and put it over the bug-mouse, which said calmly, "Okay, if that what makes you feel safer Marinette, and yes I do know your names..."

"What are you, and how do you know our names?" Marinette asked.

"I am a kwami, more specifically the Kwami of Creation, and my name is Tikki. Uh, can you say "Kwami?" the bug-mouse asked.

Marinette let out an "Uh..."

"Er, right, never mind. Now just let me explain, I am like a tiny genie, except I do not grant wishes, but together we will do the most dangerous stunts, risk our lives, and save the world!" Tikki said.

"Last time I had a dream like this, I... wet the bed!" Marinette replied. "And I had to suffer when your piss dripped down onto me!" Bridgette shot at her sister.

"Er, cute, but this is real," Tikki said in a disgusted tone.

Meanwhile back in Adrien's room, Adrien finally caught Plagg and said in an annoyed tone, "I still don't know what you're doing here."

"Look, I am a kwami. I grant people like you the power to become superbeings when you put on that ring in that box, and say the transformation phrase. I grant powers in short. Yours is the power of destruction, got it?"

Adrien shook his head and uttered, "Uh-uh."

This is totally normal. WAIT A MINUTE! KWAMI OF DESTRUCTION?! Adrien thought to himself.

"Good. Now, you got anything to eat? I am starving..." Plagg whined.

"My father's pranking me, right? Wait, he couldn't be. He has no sense of humor anymore," Adrien wondered out loud. This couldn't be real, could it?

Plagg then flew out of Adrien's hands and sternly told him, "Your father must never know that I exist! Or anyone else for that matter."

Back in Marinette and Bridgette's room, Marinette was attempting to open the trapdoor.

"Mom! Dad!" she yelled.

"No!" Tikki warned as she flew out of the glass, and tried to assure her by saying, "I am your friend, Marinette! You must trust me. You are the only one who can stop the supervillain!" "So, you're pretty much telling me that I'll be on my own when fighting that thing?" Marinette asked Tikki to which she responded with, "But you are not alone, you have a guardian who is also your partner."

Meanwhile back in Master Fu's massage room. Wayzz still doubted that the two children were the right ones.

"Do you think they will be up to it, Master?" he asked his master.

"I only got it wrong once. It will never happen again, not after what happened with…HER," Master Fu assured his old friend as he remembered that time when he screwed up, he could still hear her evil cackling, it made his skin crawl. "At least I hope not. That was why I tested them," he continued, wishing that he had done the same for HER, he then closed the Miracle mother-box. "Right now, all we can do is wait and see what happens my old friend," he finished.

Back in the twins' room,

"This must be some mistake! The only superpower I could possibly have is super-awkwardness... oh, I know! Alya would know! That's my friend. Well, at least I think she would... She loves superheroes! She'd totally be up for the job! You should go see her!" Marinette told Tikki in rapid succession trying desperately to get out of this position that she felt she was thrown into. Tikki was staring at her intensely, which made Marinette groan as she assumed that that meant she was serious, so she said, "Okay, start talking!"

"Look, it is very nice to meet both of you Bridgette and you, Marinette, you are the chosen one!" Tikki told Marinette. Bridgette then scoffed and said, "Mm-hmm, and is there a prophecy to go with that clichéd 'Chosen One' trope?"

Tikki frowned at Bridgette and then saw a picture of Joan of Arc which was alongside a picture of Hua Mulan, Tikki went up to the Joan of Arc picture.

"I remember you!" Tikki said softly.

Wait a minute, superbeings? As in superheroes? No, it couldn't be, it sounded too good to be true! She had always wanted superpowers! Marinette Dupain-Cheng may be a lot of things, but she knew an opportunity when she saw one! For the most part.

Back in Adrien's bedroom,

"But I'm stuck here! I'm not even allowed to go to school! What good is a superhero who's imprisoned in his own house!" Adrien told Plagg.

"No good. That is why it is all going to change soon. If you are willing to change, that is," Plagg tempted Adrien.

Back in the twins' room,

"Not to be rude or anything but the word 'miraculous' is an adjective not a noun," Bridgette explained to Tikki.

"Well, in other parts of the world, the Miraculouses or Miraculi are given other names," Tikki told Bridgette.

"That makes sense. Now, hurry up, Mari, I wanna see you as a superhero already!" Bridgette told her twin giddily.

"I-I don’t know, what if I fail? Why don’t you do it?" Marinette offered to her twin.

"Oh, for goodness sake! Get over it, already! A big, big part of the hero gig, whether super or not, is that you can’t always save everyone, you have to face your fear to protect the people you love, do I make myself clear?" Bridgette sternly told her twin. "Now just let me get back to my music!"

"Alright, alright already, I’m putting on the earrings!" Marinette assured her sister who grabbed her electric guitar and lay down on her part of their bunkbed and she started playing it. She reached into the small box and grabbed the earrings which glowed as they became red with five black spots in a quincunx pattern, and had gold outlines around the edges of each of the earrings and the black spots were raised like studs.

"Are you ready Marinette?" Tikki excitedly asked. "N-no, no, I just can't be your 'Ladybug!'"

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Marinette sighed before saying, "Okay fine! I'll do it! I'll be your 'Ladybug!'" Marinette shouted at Tikki who responded with "Good, because I am very strong and powerful in spite of my small size, which is why a human host is needed to keep us kwamis' powers under control!" Marinette gulped before asking, "So all I have to do is break the object where the whatchama-call-it is hiding?"

"It is called an akuma which is a dark and corrupted version of a kamiko. You must encapture it," Tikki explained.

"Okay, got it! Capture it! And what's that charm thing again?" Marinette asked.

"The Lucky Charm, which gives you an object to help defeat the villain! You can only use it once, then you have 5 minutes before you transform back! It is one of your three secret superpowers! The other two are Miraculous Cleanse, which can fix almost anything if you either have a Lucky Charm with you or you just throw up one of your hands in the air when you have enough willpower, and your third power is to produce Prosperity Charms which are a set of anti-akumatization charms created by the Ladybug Miraculous holder with the leftover magic purified from the Akuma to prevent further Akumatizations of a once-transformed victim, though the latter is extremely powerful and takes a long time to unlock," Tikki explained.

"Aww... this is all going too fast, Tikki... I... won't be able to pull this off!" Marinette whined.

"Trust yourself, Marinette. Everything will be fine. All you have to do is just brush your hand against one of the earrings and say, 'Spots on,'" Tikki finished.

Marinette was nervously scratching her ear accidentally brushing up against the earring when she said in confusion, "Spots on?" The earrings fully activated, her body started moving on its own, making her say, "Whoa! What’s happening?!" After what felt like a ritualistic dance was finished, Marinette found herself transformed for the first time.

Back in Adrien's room,

"Okay, so you have three powers; first is Cataclysm which can quite literally destroy anything you touch, with the hand that has the ring on it, that is. The second is basically a bigger version of the first called Black Storm, which you can determine how big you want it to be, plus you can throw it and even summon it back to you! And finally, Black Hole which traps your enemies," Plagg explained. "So the latter is basically just a big hole in the ground," Adrien said to which Plagg added with "Yeah, pretty much."

"So cool!" Adrien said giddily.

"Anyways, you just brush your hand over the ring and say 'Claws out!' That is how you transform. Got it?" Plagg said.

"Got it. Plagg, claws out!" Adrien commanded without thinking that there was more.

"No, wait! I have not finished explaining!" Plagg yelled as he entered the ring.

Adrien transformed for the first time. Adrien went to look at his transformed self in the bathroom mirror. Adrien now had cat eyes with green sclerae, dark green irises and oval pupils. His blonde hair had become greenish-blackish, longer and untamed with a cowlock at the forefront. Plus, it covered his normal ears. He wore a textured black skin-tight catsuit that felt like bulky armor just without the actual bulkiness with metal details which almost completely covered his body except his chin and eye slits. It had six gold paw-print shaped buttons, and another two on the backs of his shoulders, and gold lining. He wore matching long dark gray gloves that almost reached his shoulders which were also dark gray, had pointed curved cat-like claws on the fingertips and tall dark gray boots that reached a little past his knees with a hidden wedge, silver toes, and paw-shaped treads. He had a golden bell on his neck, connected to a zipper on the front of his costume, and a long belt that wrapped around his waist and hung out from the back like a tail. He wore black cat ears and a black domino mask around his eyes, both of which were connected to each other. The domino mask had an horizontal golden stripe across the top with a dip in the middle where the edge of the mask dipped. Adrien smiled as he looked down at his ring which was now black instead of silver and it had gained a bright green paw print on its face. He also noticed that his crutch had turned into a shiny dark gray retractable staff that was attached to his lower back. Anyways, it was time to kick some supervillain ass!

"Too cool! Wow, I even sound different!" he said, noticing that his voice was now a combination of both his own and Plagg’s.

Back in the twins' room,

"Awesome!" Bridgette said in awe.

She was admiring her twin’s costume which was a red skintight jumpsuit covered in black spots and with a black collar/turtleneck. According to Tikki, all Miraculous wielders’ suits were made out of indestructible fabric which basically meant that it served as armor. On her face was a red domino mask with five black spots that were in a symmetrical design and the waterlines of her now gray eyes. Her hair was now dark bluish-black instead of raven-black and the bands holding her hair back were short neck-length red ribbons, resembling a ladybug's antennae. Tikki had said that they would grow to be heel-length as she grew older. A yo-yo was centered at the left of her body with a red string and starting from Marinette's shoulders and going down her back, there were gold outlines of what looked like a pink wing-like cape that looked like it could fold in and become a part of the suit. She looked awesome!

Bridgette was admiring the suit and even the fact that she couldn’t really make out her own sister’s face and plus her twin’s voice sounded like a combination of both Mari and Tikki when she let out a scream when looking at her new look in the mirror and then afterwards saying, "I did NOT sign up for this."

Now, time to stop a supervillain! Bridgette thought to herself.

"Aww... how does this thing come off? Tikki, if you can hear me, I want my normal clothes back. I'm not going anywhere!" she whined before seeing the tv screen.

"This monster who is calling itself Stoneheart is heading toward the Montparnasse tower. The monster seems to be unstoppable!" Nadja was reporting.

Marinette then saw Alya going after Stoneheart and gasped, "Alya?"

Suddenly Marinette started hearing hundreds possibly thousands of voices all talking at once, saying, "Welcome, Ladybug of the Present!"

"What? Who’s there?" Marinette wondered out loud.

"What, what is it, Mari?" Bridgette asked.

"I-I think I’m hearing the voices of my predecessors, Bridge," Marinette responded.

"Marinette! Did you get home okay?" Sabine called up.

Bridgette immediately clamped her hand over her sister’s mouth before she could say anything and responded in her place.

"Uhm... yeah, Mom! Just super!" then she dragged her sister upstairs to the balcony just as their parents entered the room.

"Marinette? You in here with your sister? Tom, we better call the school," Sabine said concerned.

Bridgette finally let go of her sister as their parents left the room. She touched the ribbons which made her sister shiver. Marinette pulled off her yo-yo which was a red circle with a smooth surface, red with five black spots in a quincunx pattern with gold markings connecting them, resembling the earrings. The length of the string seemed to be unlimited and seemed to be controlled by willpower. The string was red with black spots and at the end of the string had a small red hoop to put around the finger.

"Okay, first a song, now I have special powers!... and apparently this amazing super yo-yo thing? What's next, a tea set?" Marinette wondered out loud.

"Swing it around in a circle, I wanna see something," Bridgette said to her sister.

Marinette complied and did so, generating a holographic wing-like shield. Marinette stopped and opened the yo-yo up to see what else it could do; staff mode and bomb mode were listed to the twins amongst other things like a secondary shield.

"Wow, this is so cool!" Bridgette squeaked with excitement.

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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unlike any other

pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x maid!f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut (AH THE HOLY TRINITY)

warnings: mention of blood, mention of wounds,,,,,,,,, sex (but only a lil bit)

requested: nope

word count: 1.8k

summary: bucky barnes, among many things, owns a strip club. y/n works there as a maid, but she has only recently joined so she has no idea who he is. one day, she catches him napping in one of the private rooms after closing time and, not knowing that he owns the place, asks him to leave because it's a "staff only" room. mesmerized by her, he leaves without a word but a few days later, she finds out who he truly is. sparks fly? sparks fly.

author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy!

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James Barnes was tired.

All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep, but this moron in front of him was proving it to be very difficult. "What aren't you getting about my plan, Johnson?" he growled, a deep glare etched on his face as he disdainfully stared at one of the men who worked for him. "Why are we doing this at all?" Oh, Johnson has quite the mouth on him, can't wait to break all his fucking teeth.

"Are you the boss or am I?" Bucky countered, putting his arms up, exasperated. Johnson was about to reply when Bucky decided he was too tired to deal with him at all. "You know what, how about we talk tomorrow, hm? Leave, now." With an audacious huff, Johnson got up and left the room. As soon as he was gone Bucky groaned loudly.

"That man," he muttered to himself, "Is a fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to talk to Sam tomorrow, why did he even suggest—" Bucky then relaxed back onto the couch he was sitting on, leaning further and further back until he was simply lying down, head resting on the armrest.

James Barnes was tired.

And he needed a fucking nap.

James Buchanan Barnes. He commonly went by the name Bucky, and he ran the biggest, most affluent mob in the city. Currently, he was at a strip club that he owned, which also had private rooms for… basically hooking up, but he never used it for that, using it only to hold meetings with potential allies or his men.

He dozed off on the couch but was able to sleep for only about 30-45 minutes before someone was shaking him awake.

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“Phew, last room! Why does this place have so many rooms?” Y/N grumbled to herself, opening the door to the private room. She was a maid recently hired by the club, and her job was to clean up all the private rooms after the closing time. They paid her well so she didn’t mind doing the job. When she opened the door, though, she noticed a man sleeping on the couch.

All his clothes were still intact and his hair was also done nicely… She scrutinized him for a while longer, taking note of his handsome, chiselled features and how he dripped of power even when he was asleep. Finally, a few minutes later, she decided to wake him up. However powerful he might seem, the rooms after closing were for staff only and he needed to leave.

“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N gently shook his shoulders, startling him awake. He blinked his eyes open and in his hazy state of mind, he thought there was an angel standing above him. “What?” he yawned and Y/N offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room,” she told him and he blinked.

She didn’t know him? “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry,” he complied, sitting up. He took in her appearance as well; she was wearing a cheesy maid’s costume that fit the aesthetic of the strip club perfectly, yet there was a sort of innocence to her, the kind that would make even the most cold-hearted and powerful of them all want to cater to her every whim without question.

“Uh… see ya around,” she raised her eyebrows and Bucky offered her a quick smile, getting out of the room. “Behaving like he owns the place,” Y/N scoffed to herself as she began cleaning up the mess in the room starting with the empty alcohol bottles. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though- his handsome face could make anyone’s heart melt. As the thought passed through her head, a small smile bloomed on her face.

Oh stranger, I really hope we meet again soon.

As Bucky drove home, he, too, thought of the maid. Who was she? Why had he never seen her before? And why didn’t she know him? That night, as he went to bed for the second time, all he saw in his dreams was a lovely maid’s costume and a pretty, pearly white smile.

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“I’m firing that guy,” Bucky told Sam determinedly. A few days had passed since Bucky’s meeting with Johnson and he was more determined than ever to get rid of the guy. Something about Johnson seemed off. “Wh- You hired that guy like a week ago, what happened? He used to work with Pierce and Rumlow before, he can give us valuable intel-”

“What if he never stopped?” Sam quieted at the retort. “He told us how horribly they treated their own men,” Sam answered a little while later. “What if he’s lying?” Bucky asked impatiently. “Give him a chance-” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky sighed and Johnson poked his head in. “Got a minute, boss?”

“Oh sure, come in, we were just discussing you! Have a seat!” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s sudden cheerfulness as Johnson happily bounded into the room, plopping down on the couch. “What were you discussing?” he questioned. “How I was just about to fire you,” Bucky smirked and Johnson’s face fell.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes, causing Sam and Bucky to glance at each other. “Hello…?” All of a sudden Johnson stood up with a fit of rage. “Damn it, Barnes, you ruin everything!” Bucky shouted triumphantly as Sam gasped. “I knew you were a fucking two-timer, you son of a bitch!” Bucky yelled at him. “And you made it so easy!” Johnson laughed dryly.

“Why you-” Bucky swung a punch at Johnson’s face, breaking his nose. “What have you told Pierce?!” Johnson retaliated right back by kicking his knee into Bucky’s abdomen, making him fall back. A fight soon broke out between all three of them, so loud that the commotion could be heard from outside.

Approximately 20 minutes later Y/N, who was passing by the room at the time, heard the loud noise and stopped in her tracks. It sounded like… two people fighting. It wasn’t her cleaning time yet, but she still rushed to the door, opening it up with such force that the door loudly banged on the other side. At this, the fight instantly halted.

Bucky was holding an unconscious Johnson by the collar, his fist an inch away from Johnson’s jaw. Both of them looked pretty beaten up, with blood all over their faces and clothes. Sam, meanwhile, was half-lying on the couch, clutching the side of his abdomen with a pained look on his face. Y/N’s hands flew to her mouth at the sight of them.

That was when she recognized the man from a few days ago. Oh shit, he does own the place. Bucky immediately got up and dusted his suit, staring down at a passed-out Johnson with a sneer. “Sam, take him to Wanda, she’ll know what to do with him. And please, for the love of God, go to the hospital.” With the help of a few others, Sam and Johnson left.

It was only Bucky and Y/N in the room now. She continued staring at his face in horror and Bucky chuckled, wiping away a trail of blood near his lips. “That bad?” She snapped out of her trance. “You…” Bucky gave her a wry smile. “Bucky Barnes at your service. And you are?” Y/N blinked a few times before answering. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky looked around.

“Well, Y/N, if you’d be so kind as to fetch me a first aid kit.” She instantly walked out of the room and got the first aid kit for him. When she returned to the room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, his jacket and shirt removed. Even his torso was covered in black and blue bruises. "It looks bad," she blurted out.

"Will you help me clean up?" Y/N couldn't deny him. He was her boss, after all. She sat down next to him and wordlessly started cleaning the blood off his face. He didn't so much as flinch, which Y/N found to be extremely impressive. After all the blood was cleaned, Y/N grimaced when she saw his broken nose. "Your, um, your nose…" Bucky easily grabbed his nose in both hands and clicked it into place.

Y/N flinched badly at the action, making Bucky laugh. "Come on, princess, it's not that difficult," he teased her and she shook her head, a smile blooming on her face. "So, um, I'm sorry about that day," she mumbled as Bucky kept the first aid kit away. "Sorry? For doing your job? Don't do that."

She looked up at him. "No, I- I should've known it was you, and I just… maybe I could've been more polite-"

"Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room," Bucky quoted verbatim, "You couldn't have been more polite." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shuffled her feet. "Please don't fire me," she whispered under her breath, yet Bucky managed to hear her. And when an opportunity presents itself…

"On one condition."

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and nodded excitedly. "Anything you want." Bucky smirked and sat back down next to her, placing his hand on her bare thigh. "Go on a date with me," he breathed out, leaning close to her. Y/N's breath and heart rate hitched at his forwardness, but she didn't have the will to deny him.

He was good-looking, he was rich, he was polite, why not give it a try? Y/N offered him a small smile. "Um, okay, I'd like that a lot," she agreed truthfully and Bucky grinned, pressing his lips to hers without wasting a moment. Y/N kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands.

In the heat of the moment, Bucky bent forward until the back of Y/N's head touched the armrest; still, they didn't pull away from each other. Bucky sneakily got his hand under Y/N's blouse, the skin on skin contact making them both groan. "Ugh, you really are very pretty, you know?" Bucky whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.

He stared in awe at her bra-covered breasts, his shaft twitching impatiently. But, just as he was about to unbuckle her bra, the door swung open. Bucky immediately hid Y/N under him and looked up at a horror-struck Sam, who ran out of the room screaming, "At least lock the door next time, asshole!"

Y/N giggled when she saw Bucky's flustered face. "He's right, you know," she whispered cheekily and Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, attacking her neck with kisses and love bites.

"Talk to me like that again and you'll be in for a long night, pretty face."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try, boss."

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mochegato · 3 years

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Even the Losers

Chapter 1

“You can do this Marinette,” Adrien whispered encouragingly, echoing the mantra she’d been whispering to herself for the past two days. She could do this. She could manage. This was for Max. She could handle it. He couldn’t be here but she could. She could be strong for him. She gave Adrien a shaky smile and nodded. “We just have to find him and we can leave,” he reminded her.

Marinette took a breath and let it out slowly. She’d dealt with far, far worse than a few judgmental, heartless asses who had no real interest in her. But seas of artificial smiles had always unsettled her and currently she was surrounded with so much artificial sweetness she felt like she was walking through a kid’s cereal aisle. That added onto her already existing anxiety had her ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.

She ran her hand over the skirt of her dress, letting the feeling of the fabric and the knowledge of all that had gone into it soothe her. She was especially proud of her dress and the work that had gone into it. It was a black so dark it almost appeared to draw in the light around it. A mesh with strategically placed blood red decorations overlaid the dress, hugging her bodice until it reached her hips then dropped into a flowing skirt that ended just before it could pool on the ground.

She fought the urge to fiddle with the belt in her nervousness. She couldn’t show weakness like that, not here. She looked up at Adrien again in search of an anchor to reality. She took in his expression and had to stifle the laugh that resulted. He had his own artificially sweet smile on but his eyes quite clearly begged for a quick death. He glanced down to her and nudged her discreetly, his artificial smile becoming wide and real. “Shhhh,” he hushed her under his breath. “We’re trying not to attract attention to ourselves, remember? We’re ghosts.” He looked around to make sure nobody was looking at them.

Marinette immediately quieted, her face becoming somber. She did remember. In and out. That was the goal. Her goal. Knock the man on his ass with Max’s accomplishments, then never see him, or anyone else in this room, other than Adrien of course, ever again. They were supposed to be like ghosts. There but not. Her eyes scanned the room looking for their target.

Adrien’s eyes immediately softened and filled with regret. “Shit, Mari. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No,” she looked up at him with an artificial smile of her own. “I know. It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” She scanned the crowd again, cursing her height, as she had many times in her life. Even with the six inch, death defying heels, she still barely reached Adrien’s eyes, let alone give her any kind of advantage to see the crowd. She needed some kind of vantage point but unfortunately, the only high point in the ballroom was the stage, which she couldn’t utilize if she was going to follow her Ghost policy. “We might have more success if we split up. Let me know if you find him.”

Adrien squeezed her arm quickly before nodding. “Good luck.”

Marinette shot him a genuine smile. “You too. May the Luck be with you.”

Adrien laughed and shook his head. “I never should have forced you to watch that movie.”

Marinette grinned back. “You never should have forced me to watch the prequels. The original ones were just fine.” Adrien narrowed his eyes at her but let it drop in favor of disappearing in the crowd to find their target.

Marinette followed him with her eyes until she couldn’t see him anymore then took a deep breath to brace herself. Her eyes immediately started darting around and her fingers started dancing. She needed something to occupy them or she was going to start attracting unwanted attention.

She noted a bar close by and made a beeline for it. She waited politely for the bartender to notice her, her fingers tapping anxiously against the bar while she waited. She froze when she heard a gruff voice next to her. “Did you sneak in here?”

She turned to the voice and blinked a few times. “Excuse me?”

“You’re anxious and jittery. Afraid you’re going to get kicked out?” the man elaborated.

Marinette studied him for a moment trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. “No,” she started slowly, trying to give her brain a chance to answer the puzzle. “Just not a fan of events like this.”

The man scoffed and nodded in understanding. “Cheers.” He raised his glass for her to clink his but she held out her hands with a sheepish look, showing she didn’t have a drink yet. “Well, that’s a crime. Nobody should have to endure one of these without a drink.” He motioned to the bartender and got an immediate response. “Another for me and a…” he motioned to Marinette to give her order.

“Oh, champagne, please,” she finished with a smile for the bartender. That’s what was socially acceptable at events like this, right? Champagne.

The bartender looked to the man for confirmation. The man nodded. “And a champagne for the woman.” Marinette scowled at the bartender causing the man to laugh. “He’s just worried that you’re underage. You look awfully young. You’re not, right?”

Marinette’s glare softened in realization. “Oh, that makes sense. No, I’m not. I forgot the legal age here is higher than in France.”

He nodded and looked at her critically for a moment before offering his hand. “Jason.”

Marinette immediately reached out for his hand and answered with her name before her brain registered the name he’d given. Jason. Jason Todd. Bruce Wayne’s son. She pulled her hand back quickly as the realization hit her and focused on leveling her breathing. She grabbed the champagne glass more violently than necessary when the bartender set it down in front of her and immediately downed the entire glass, only coughing a bit as the bubbles tickled her throat. Overall, champagne was not the best drink to chug. “Another, please,” she croaked out.

“You know, there are better drinks for that, if that’s what you want to do,” Jason grinned, laughing at her.

“Wasn’t the plan until it was and then that’s all I had,” she croaked out, her voice still hoarse from the bubbles. She kept her eyes focused on her empty glass as she spoke, almost afraid to make eye contact with him as if just seeing her eyes would be enough to blow her cover.

Jason chuckled and nodded in understanding. “Don’t suppose you’d care to dance?”

Marinette whipped her head to him and stared incredulously, forgetting her previous reservations. She only moved again when the bartender set the new drink down in front of her. “Um… no… thank you. That doesn’t seem… I don’t think my date would be comfortable with that. Good luck getting drunk enough to handle tonight though.” She gave him a weak smile and raised her glass to him before moving into the fray again, now armed with a socially acceptable fidget toy.

It took five minutes of avoiding wandering hands and leering looks but with a little luck and some prodding from the goddess hiding in the folds of her skirt, she was finally able to stumble on M. Lucius Fox, Director of Research and Development for Wayne Enterprises. He was in a conversation he was not remotely interested in with some vapid business exec who was just as interested in M. Fox. Not that M. Fox’s disinterest was clear. He was very polite and good at covering his boredom, much more so than his conversation partner, but she’d been at enough stuffy, snobby parties with Adrien, Felix, and Chloe to know the signs.

She took another breath and squared her shoulders, going into Ladybug Mode; calm and confident, completely assured of herself. She was on a mission. She had a goal and a plan to accomplish it, and once she had a plan, she had a direction and purpose, and with those, her insecurities fell away. With M. Fox in her sights, she could see the pieces and the way they fit together. There were no more doubts. She set her glass on a passing waiter’s tray and made her way over to M. Fox.

“The elusive M. Fox. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Marinette purred, coming up next to him with a charming, real smile.

“I didn’t realize I was hiding,” Lucius responded with a polite smile of his own.

“Must just come naturally. Foxes are known to be crafty.” Marinette looked around them and motioned toward the dancefloor. “Would you care to dance, M. Fox?”

He shook his head deferentially. “Are you sure there aren’t other people here you’d rather dance with?”

Marinette smiled conspiratorially and leaned closer to him, making sure to keep a respectable distance. She did NOT want to have her banter confused with flirting. That was not the strategy she had devised. “That would defeat the purpose of coming here. I came here specifically to speak with you.”

Lucius looked down at her analytically, trying to figure out what her angle was, but took her hand and followed her onto the dancefloor. “And what did you want to speak about, Ms…?”

“Dupain Cheng. Marinette Dupain Cheng. It’s nice to meet you M. Fox. I wanted to speak to you to sell my friend Max Kante.”

Lucius’ eyes widened almost imperceptibly as the music changed. After a beat, he chuckled. “I’m not in the market to buy anyone, but thank you.” He settled his hands on her mid-back and hand for their dance.

Marinette chuckled good naturedly along with him. “Sell his talents, would be a better way to say it.”

“And where is Mr. Kante?” Lucius raised an eyebrow at her, curious why the young man didn’t bother to come himself. “Why are you presenting his talents instead of him?”

“Finals. Had the incredibly bad luck to have a Friday at noon final. I mean at least it wasn’t at 19h, right? Can you believe they have those?” She scrunched up her nose in playful disgust. “But still means he’s taking it right now. And for his last final of his career. I mean… probably. Knowing him, he might get another PhD at some point. My finals and presentation ended last week. M. Wa…” she took a steadying breath and looked back up with a strained smile hoping he wouldn’t notice the stutter. “M. Wayne even visited for it. That’s when the idea for this came to me. So while Max studied, I plotted.”

“So why me then and not Mr. Wayne?” Lucius asked with a curious interest.

Marinette froze for just a second. Hardly enough for anyone to notice. Her mind raced to calculate the appropriate response to that question, a satisfactorily casual yet intelligent response. “M. Wayne isn’t in charge of research. You are. Not to mention, I highly doubt the CEO would be involved enough in the research and development projects to know what was going on. You I take as a man who knows what is going on with all your ongoing projects.”

He nodded. She wasn’t wrong, or normally wouldn’t be. Mr. Wayne usually was not involved in any projects and with the exception of one particular project they were having issues with, he wouldn’t know the particulars. “A very dangerous and elaborate plan. Why didn’t you make an appointment with me? Or just stop me on the street?” he prodded, hoping for her thought process.

Marinette laughed lightly. “I don’t imagine I would have had a chance in Hell of making an appointment with you in your office. I have no standing, no name, no significance that would have attracted any PA worth their salt’s attention. I would have been pawned off onto a low ranking employee to handle, if I was handled at all. And something like this needed to be taken to you.

“As for running into you on the street, I can’t imagine you would have responded positively to getting accosted on the street. You seem more than capable of handling yourself with grace in the face of a pest. I doubt I would have gotten more than a few words in. At a gala however,” she grinned conspiratorially at him. “Societal convention. Almost absolute certainty of at least one dance where I would have you one-on-one for a few minutes. Hostage audience. Figured I could use it to my advantage for once.”

Lucius smiled back at her ingenuity. “There’s an application process he could have gone through,” he noted.

Mari nodded and looked out to the crowd, scanning it. “Right, applying to M. Fedor Rabler,” she said distractedly. “He did that.”

Lucius nodded in understanding. Their application process was tough. Lots of amazing candidates didn’t get through. He had to respect her devotion to her friend, to risk coming here and potentially making an enemy of Wayne Enterprises if he’d been that sort of man. His eyes turned sympathetic. “I’m sorry he was passed over.”

“You know, I’ve noticed Elspeth Cole puts forth a lot of inventions and extremely varied ones at that,” she continued as though she hadn’t heard his consolation. “Most inventors, you can see their process, you can see how they got from one invention to the next, but hers… they’re so varied. It’s almost like they’re coming from completely different people.” Lucius watched her carefully, waiting to see where she was going with this. “That’s them, isn’t it? Dancing together. Awfully close for purely colleagues.”

Lucius followed her sight line to Ms. Cole and Mr. Rabler dancing extremely closely. Not obscenely, but perhaps a bit closer than was normally acceptable at a society event such as this one. “It’s hardly incriminating that two people with expertise in electrical engineering would get together,” he said slowly.

“Max is amazing. Brilliant,” Marinette said, seemingly not noticing her non-sequitur. “He created an AI that helped the Parisian superheroes locate and defeat our supervillain at only 14.” Lucius’ brow rose. That was certainly promising. He wondered what would have caused them not to take such an applicant. Surely there was some sort of embellishment there, but as he studied her, she seemed entirely genuine.

“He’s being scouted by several high profile companies including Lexcorp and Palmer Technologies.” She turned her attention back to Lucius, a curious pout on her lips. “But not Wayne Enterprises.” She looked away with clearly forced casualness. “Lexcorp and Palmer, they’re offering pretty impressive packages. Not as good as he deserves in my opinion, but I may be a bit biased. Wayne Enterprises however… nothing. Not even an offer.

“Now, I don’t really have a dog in the fight… other than wanting my friend to be safe and treated with the respect he deserves. But Palmer Technologies gets blown up by a villain or its inventors kidnapped far too frequently for me to be comfortable with my friend working there. And Lexcorp…” She looked down as if in thought before looking back at him again with a determined look in her eye.

“You know, I get a feeling sometimes. I can’t really explain it, just get a feeling about people or things. I’ve found it’s best for me and the people around me if I listen to that feeling and that feeling tells me Lex Luthor is the last person who should be trusted with a brain as brilliant as Max’s.” She looked back over to Mr. Rabler and Ms. Cole. “That same feeling told me Max shouldn’t trust the application process for Wayne Enterprises.”

She looked back at Lucius with an apologetic smile. “No offense. So, I convinced Max to make a small part of his submission just a little off. Just a bit. Enough that even an expert could miss it, but if it’s wrong the project could never work. It took a lot of convincing to get him to do it. He refused to believe he had anything to worry about in Wayne Enterprises with its stellar reputation.” She scrunched up her face in annoyance. “But that feeling, you know? I couldn’t get over it. After a lot of work, I convinced him there was no harm. After all, if he was hired he could fix it. If he wasn’t… well, you shouldn’t be using what he presented anyway, right? No harm, no foul as you Americans say.”

“No,” Lucius agreed. “That would be theft and completely against WE policy and standards. In fact, we should not be asking applicants to submit anything like that in the first place.”

Marinette smiled and nodded approvingly. “I’ve heard rumblings, or rather Max has, of WE getting into transmutation of materials. Just can’t get that algorithm right though, can you? Algorithms are hard. Just a little off and nothing works.”

He stared at her. That was a secret project. Other departments in Wayne Enterprises didn’t even know about it. “I can’t comment on ongoing projects.”

“I never did show you what Max is capable of, did I?” She gave him a bright smile and reached down to press a disguised button on her belt. Lucius tensed and cursed himself for exposing himself to whatever she was about to do. A wave of emerald green washed over the front of her bodice as the blood red decorated mesh overlay turned into a brilliant emerald green that reflected the lights now rather than absorbing it.

Lucius’ eyes widened in surprise, a feat very few had been able to draw out of him. “He designed the fabric?” he whispered out. He reached out tentatively to touch the fabric at her shoulder.

Marinette grinned brilliantly at his reaction. It was no less than Max deserved. He’d worked incredibly hard on it. “He did,” she nodded in confirmation, “and the software that controls it. The whole dress can change but we’re kind of surrounded here and I didn’t want to attract too much attention.” She let him touch it for a moment before pushing the button again to turn it back into the black, then allowing him to feel the mesh to confirm it was the same fabric. “He has ideas for changing the texture as well, but limited resources you know? Something I’d hope wouldn’t be an issue at WE.”

“How does it work?” His eyes were still focused on the fabric at her shoulder. He took a quick look at the rest of the bodice, but quickly snapped his eyes back to her shoulder. The neckline was conservative, but it was still rather unbecoming to stare at the young woman’s chest.

Marinette laughed. “You’ll have to ask Max that. I just designed the dress. I don’t really understand the mechanics behind it, but he does. I doubt Ms. Cole can say the same.”

Lucius stared in awe at her shoulder before looking back up to her eyes and nodding in understanding. “Interesting. I’ll take that under advisement. Maybe we should be scouting you as well.”

Mari laughed. “No, thank you. I’m not an inventor. I’m a designer. But I appreciate the interest.”

Lucius nodded and led her off the dancefloor with the end of the song. “Inventor or not, we can always use someone with intuition, intelligence, and ingenuity like you’ve demonstrated.”

Marinette gave him a brilliant, somewhat familiar smile. “That’s very flattering. Thank you, M. Fox. But tonight is about Max. I have my own, separate plans for my future.”

Lucius nodded in understanding. “Our loss,” he answered sincerely. “If you ever need any help or advice, please feel free to call me. I’m sure Mr. Kante will have it soon enough and can pass it onto you.” He looked back down to her shoulder again. “If I may…” He motioned toward her shoulder.

Marinette laughed. “Of course. I understand how truly impressive it is. It’s been incredibly inspirational, thinking of the options.”

“And what did your intuition tell you about tonight?” He looked up to meet her eyes, curious about her answer.

Marinette’s face went slack for a moment before she pasted on a bittersweet smile. “That it would be costly but worth it.”

Lucius quirked his head to the side. “In what way?”

Marinette shook her head absently and took a sudden interest in M. Fox’s tie. “I’m not sure yet.”

Mr. Fox’s eyes softened. “Would he be available to meet on Monday?”

Marinette grin and snapped her eyes up to him. Mission success! Max was going to get his interview! “He can be.”

“I’d actually like to speak with both of you, if you don’t mind. In my office at 10 Monday?” he offered.

Marinette faltered. “In Wayne Enterprises?”

Lucius chuckled. “Naturally.”

Marinette swallowed heavily. “Why don’t we meet somewhere else? Early morning coffee perhaps?” she offered instead with an artificial smile. “Here’s my card. Have someone give me a call or text and I can arrange it. He’s scheduled to fly in tomorrow morning. He was supposed to meet with Lexcorp Monday morning, but he’ll be at coffee to meet you instead.”

Lucius smiled back at her as he slipped her card into his pocket. “I greatly appreciate your candor and support Ms. Dupain Cheng.” He took her hand in both of his to shake it. “I cannot tell you how good it was to meet you. And if you ever get one of those feelings about me or Wayne Enterprises, let me know, okay?”

“Lucius.”

Lucius froze at the cold voice, not accustomed to that tone of voice directed at him. He looked over curiously and missed Marinette freezing before pushing another button on her belt.

Chapter 2

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | - Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee).

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed.

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish. “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes.

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better.

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you.

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face.

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly.

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.�� You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips.

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way.

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion.

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on?

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week.

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker.

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way."

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while.

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either.

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out.

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside.

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you.

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know".

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right.

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?"

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though.

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t.

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc..

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) )

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt.

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for.

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare.

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed.

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?”

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.”

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone.

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.”

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her.

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences.

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that.

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!”

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before.

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh.

Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage.

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home.

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces.

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before.

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor.

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this.

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso.

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably.

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!”

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat.

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.”

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well.

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.”

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!”

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid.

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form.

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone.

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face.

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it.

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight.

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling.

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well.

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him.

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?”

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you.

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets.

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt.

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties.

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!”

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart!

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal.

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly.

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.”

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can.

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute.

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so.

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties.

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.”

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead.

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you.

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour.

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you?

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?”

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before.

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny.

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you.

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on.

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing.

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls.

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more.

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest.

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth.

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you.

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously.

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it.

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven.

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you.

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?”

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin.

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading.

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh.

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.”

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive.

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table.

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation.

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you.

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket.

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?”

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera.

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you?

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