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glow-in-the-dark-death · 4 months

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You Remind Me Of Her

"Jason wake up I want to go see the new store!"

He felt his blankets get tugged off of him. Groaning he scrunched his face into the bed.

" Let me sleep another hour or two, it was late when I got in bed."

" And who's fault is that?"

He grabbed the nearest pillow to him and flung it to where the voice was coming from, even with perfect aim he wasn't surprised when he heard it connect with his wall and not a body.

"Yours! If you hadn't dragged me with you to look for those old music disk with you I would have gotten to bed earlier."

"Liar you would still have gone to bed late for whatever other reason."

He sat up rubbing his eyes, hissing slightly when he opened them not expecting his lights to already be on.

"Okay, what store are you making me go to today Martha?"

He dodged a swat to the back of his head. Grinning he headed towards the kitchen hearing her huff and following him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me grandma! Honestly, you're worse than a nipping dog"

"Well at least I'm not emotionally constipated like Bruce"

"True, but we're not speaking about my son right now we're speaking about you. Now hurry up! I saw the prettiest set of crystal glass cut tea set by the window when I was passing by!"

"Give me like 8 minutes to eat and get ready okay, will grampa be joining us?"

He turned to look at her in the eyes

Her green eyes, just barely glowing. The rest of her being transparent like fog in the early morning, her heels floating a few inches of the floor.

Martha Wayne his grandmother

His dead grandmother now a ghost

Just like he used to be

He walked into the small store the small bells jingling above his head.

"Look Jason they have such pretty things!"

His eyes followed her as she floated over to the display case. Quickly he took his phone and held it up to is ear.

"Which one's were the ones that caught your eye?'

He developed the habit of speaking into the phone when he was outside in public view while speaking with a ghost, that way nobody would give him a second glance looking like a normal phone call.

"The one with lilies and forget-me-not's."

His eyes quickly found the pieces and grabbed them. He looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"Is this all you wanted from here?"

The 'Do you want to continue looking?' in his gaze. She gave a quick glance around before turning back to him.

"No just that for today, we can come back another day when you don't have plans."

Jason glanced at her while he quickly paid. Leaving the store he turned to fully look at her while still having his phone up to his ear.

"Plans? I don't have any plans for today?"

A sly grin made its way on to her face

"Well I thought it's been a while since you visited Alfred and since we're in the area we might as well visit, no?"

Jason sighed, " Fine, only because it has been a while plus if I don't go you'll just keep naggin' me."

Martha gave a small huff of amusement

"That's my boy! Now! Let's get some nice tea for our visit, it would be rude to go empty handed, how about some nice cinnamon tea huh?"

"Your obsession with cinnamon tea has started to spread to me, especially the weird way you like it."

"Gasp! It's not that weird, honestly I started drinking it like that because of my cravings while I was pregnant and just never stopped. But don't lie to me, you like it just as much as I do even with the peach jam."

"Fine maybe I do."

He looked down at the time, "Let's hurry up a buy that before it gets too late."

He knocked at the door, shifting the bags in his hands as he waited for Alfred to open the door.

Martha waited outside with him even though she could easily phase her way inside.

Jason heard light footsteps before the door glided open.

"Master Jason what a wonderful surprise to see you here please do come in."

Alfred herded Jason inside taking note of the bags he held.

"Did you go shopping before coming here?"

"Uh yea, some of it is for you."

"For me master Jason?"

"I thought it would be rude to come empty handed so I bought tea."

"Very thoughtful of you, lets head to the kitchen to prepare a cup shall we."

Jason quickly looked towards Martha raising a brow

"You go enjoy your tea with Alfred I'm going to look for Thomas, I'll be back by the time you leave"

Jason gave a quick smile in return before quickly following Alfred into the kitchen.

"Hey Alfie we can use the new tea set I got today, let me just wash them real quick."

He turned around, not noticing Alfred's confused stare

"You bought a tea set master Jason?"

Jason turned around after quickly wiping them dry.

"Yeah look, they even have some lilies and forget-me-not's on them, saw them by the window of the shop and thought why not?" He half lied.

"I see, I haven't seen these two flowers paired up together in ...a very long time."

Jason turned towards the kitchen entrance as he heard two pairs of footsteps nearing. Both Bruce and Dick appearing in the doorway.

"Oh good you're both here, I'm about to prepare some tea master Jason brought over for us ,sit down please."

They walked over to the table, Dick quickly hugging him.

"You didn't tell me you were dropping by!"

"Get off, and yea it was impulsive decision."

"Hn, good to see you chum."

"Yeah, you too B."

Alfred walked over with the tea prepared, placing it on the table.

Dick leaned over to see the tray.

"What kind of tea is it?"

"Master Jason brought us cinnamon tea."

Dick looked over at Jason tilting his head, "Since when do you drink cinnamon tea?"

"Since none of your business."

Jason took a small sip before sighing, "Hey Alfred do you have any peach jam?"

Alfred hesitated before looking at him confused, "Peach jam? What for?"

"I like to mix it in with the cinnamon tea."

Alfred's eyes glazed over for a second before heading towards the refrigerator, "...I see, of course let me get some for you."

He quickly came back with a small jar and placed it on the table near Jason.

"Thanks Alf." He scooped up a spoonful and dipped it in his cup.

Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other.

Dick looked up from his own cup, "Does that actually taste good? Can I try some!"

He made a grab at Jason's cup, he quickly pulled it out of reach, "Don't touch mine! If you're really curious make it yourself."

Dick slumped on the table whining, "But what if I don't like it, I'll ruin my tea!"

"That's not my problem"

"Oh come oooon just a little sip!"

"No"

"Pleaseee!"

"Ugh you're worse than a nipping dog, fine!"

Before Dick could celebrate they heard twin startled noises. They turned around and Bruce was covered in tea in what seemed like he spit out his tea, both Alfred and Bruce were staring at Jason faces pale.

Jason glanced around confused, "What? Why are you looking at me like that."

Alfred straightened up clearing his throat, " Apologies master Jason you seem to have startled us a bit."

"With what?"

Bruce finally stopped coughing, "Nothing, you just...reminded us of someone."

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violet-butterflies · 10 months

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❥︎ yandere! Dilf

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ drugging, stalking, delusional, doing things without consent ( male yandere! oc x female reader ) Click to see part 2 !

It was a sunny afternoon when yandere! dilf finally finished unloading his and his son's stuff into their new home. Due to work and terrible memories from his past marriage, he moved into a different town with his son to start a new life. He was just beginning to unpack everything when someone knocked on his door.

"Hi! I'm your neighbor! I noticed that you were spending the whole day just unloading stuff so I decided to make you and your son some lemonade!"

The voice came from a woman who had a jug of lemonade on a tray with a couple of glass cups to pour the citrus drink into. Yandere! dilf couldn't help but smile at the offer as his muscular hands take the tray from your hands as he sent a pearly white smile their way.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it. I'm yandere! dilf by the way," he introduced himself while his son hides behind his leg "and this is my son."

"I'm (y/n)! Well then, I'll see you around neighbor!" (y/n) then disappeared back into their house which was right beside his. At first, yandere! dilf thought that he liked them because of their kind gift but it was only going to escalate from there.

It really surprised yandere! dilf a few days when he met (y/n) again only in the most unexpected place. He was picking his son up from kindergarten when he realized that you were there, playing with his son.

"(y/n)? What are you doing here?"

"Oh! This is really such a coincidence! I happen to be your son's kindergarten teacher!" she explained with a bright smile on her face as his son came rushing to hug him.

"I was only playing with him since all the kids left already and I didn't want him to be alone for too long"

Yandere! dilf felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry about that. I've just been swamped with work and before I knew it, I was 2 hours late to pick him up."

You sent the muscular man a sympathetic smile.

"No, I completely understand... Does this mean that he's with babysitters most of the time?"

"That's what My plan is but well... it seems like I'm finding difficulty finding any babysitters in this neighborhood"

"If you'd like, I can babysit your son on the weekends? I happen to need some extra money but, don't worry, I won't charge a crazy amount. We're neighbors after all," she offered.

Ever since (y/n) offered yandere! dilf to be his son's babysitter, he only began seeing more and more of you inside his house. Yandere! dilf only expected you to take care of his son but you always seemed to go above and beyond. Sometimes, if the house was messy you'd try to clean it as best you could. Or maybe when you knew that he'll be home late, you'd prepare a simple dinner for both his son and him.

"Don't worry about it! Being a single parent must be really hard so I'll try to help you as best as I can!" That was always the kind of answer you would give when yandere! dilf feels bad for having you do all the housework.

Slowly though, yandere! dilf can't help but feel like (y/n) was acting just like a stay-at-home wife for him and he liked it. He can't help but daydream of situations where you were actually his wife. Situations where he was sharing a bed with you or taking you out on dates or sometimes to the extent of either their marriage or what their future children would look like.

Yandere! dilf might not look like it but, he was completely smitten. He was scared however of you finding out that he had a fat massive crush on you since he was at least 7 years older than you. This crush caused him to be obsessive and overprotective of you.

"What if she finds someone better? What if she is seeing someone?" Those were the questions that always made him have a small panic attack. He can't afford to lose someone so perfect; someone, who proved herself to be the perfect wife for him.

So, yandere! dilf would set up cameras in his house and ask you to babysit all the time. This would mean that he could always see you playing with his son through his phone and it always makes his heart swell with joy. He loved seeing how well you were getting along with the most precious little human in his world which only boosts the idea of how you were the only perfect person to be his son's mother and his wife. Not only that, but to take it one step further, he loved to buy you some treats or drinks when he gets back from work. The only catch is that they were drugged so you'd always end up falling asleep in yandere! dilf's house. (Y/n) never found it too odd though since you always connected it to you being too exhausted by playing with yandere! dilf's son all day.

(Y/n) falling asleep in his house was a big win for yandere! dilf too. The drugs that he used would make (y/n) fall into such a deep sleep it would actually be impossible to wake you up. This would mean that he can take as many pictures as he can and make you sleep on the bed with him before he has to move you to a spare room before you wake up to avoid suspicion. He loves it when he gets to snuggle your smaller body on his bed; a bigger plus if his son decides to join in. It was as if you three were already a picture-perfect family that yandere!dilf always dreamed of. His phone gallery is now filled to the brim with pictures of his son and you. His phone wallpaper is (y/n), there was a group picture of (y/n), his son and him set as his computer wallpaper, and there was a picture of (y/n) and his son in his wallet; acting like the perfect family he always dreamed of.

"Oh, good morning (y/n)! You fell asleep here again. Don't worry about it though! Here I made us all breakfast!"

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gatitties · 6 months

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Web of love

─Yandere!Jujutsu Kaisen x fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you just keep adding lunatics to the list like they're pokemon and you lose patience

─Warnings: mahito (he's a warning himself yeh) blood, death, a little anxiety attack, toxic behaviors, obsession, yandere stuff

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

The blank pages: Part One

I'm done downloading my inspiration on this for now, I feel like this is a little longer, sorryyy 😶

YOU WERE too quick to accept that these sorcerers would do whatever they wanted with you, but in a way, starting a verbal fight to refuse to do certain quests would cause you more problems than solutions, so you were just like a body empty of soul moving back and forth, simply waiting for the next order to complete it as quickly as possible.

The worst thing of all was that it wasn't annoying, at least, not the fact of taking orders, you liked it, you didn't have to think too much, just do this and that, you definitely started to think that all those tests of 'are you a leader or a follower' made sense all those times that your result was being a follower, you wanted an easy life and being a leader of anything is a complete stress that you were not going to go through.

So your simplistic and conformist personality only made it easier for all those sorcerers to mold you to their liking, this does not mean that whenever they asked to spend time with you or simply be attached to you you accepted, they would always have a negative response at first, however if they continued insisting, as may be the case with Itadori and Nobara, you would agree to do what they wanted, because accepting is easier than declining. Megumi and Gojo weren't as persistent in asking for small favors or bonding time, which you appreciated.

"I was looking for you, Maki and I are going to go downtown to look for some cursed weapons, do you want to come?"

Nobara, getting into the bad habit of not knocking on your door and entering without permission, throw herself at your bed grabbing your hand to beg you to go out with her and Maki, knowing that you would refuse she started whining about how you hadn't left your room lately and that she had been very busy with the missions. With no other option you accepted, hoping to be able to get back to what you were doing later in the night.

You thanked the heavens that Maki Zenin was skeptical about your stay at the Jujutsu school, since you did not show any interest in developing cursed techniques or improving physical abilities, she thought that you were not important enough, a shame that Nobara had to drag you with her long enough for Maki to end up getting attached to you, you barely talked to her but for some reason she ended up liking you.

"Come on, we don't have all afternoon."

Maki began to walk waiting for you both to follow her steps, a couple of minutes later the two of them began a light idle chat while you followed behind, only with one of your headphones on in case they spoke to you at some point.

"Be careful, you should stop looking at your phone and look at your surroundings, you are so careless."

The girl with glasses grabbed the back of the collar of your uniform to stop you just before you crossed a red zebra crossing for pedestrians, you watched for a moment as the cars sped by just a few centimeters from you with blank eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

You shrugged, putting away your phone like a scolded child, Nobara took the liberty of grabbing your hand to guide you the rest of the way, at least you could walk looking absent-mindedly at anything that caught your attention without worrying about tripping.

Disinterested and bored once they started negotiating about the cursed weapons, you decided that you could go out for a few minutes without anyone noticing to the bakery you had seen around the corner, you felt like something sweet, you were going to buy something sweet and no one will stop you. Unfortunately before you could get out of the alley, because of course, a shop like that wasn't going to be visible to everyone, once again a curse clung to you desperately to be forgiven.

"Not now please."

You took a couple of minutes to release the cursed energy of that curse, feeling your eyelids heavier and your body more relaxed, of course your ability had cons, after all what you were doing was consuming cursed energy, your way of releasing it were resting, which led you to sometimes fall asleep even standing up due to exhaustion.

Your slight drowsiness disappeared when you heard the sewer besides you sliding with a squeak, a strange mass began to come out until it formed a guy who looked like a sewn doll, his bicolor eyes looked into your soul.

"That was very interesting, where is that curse? Did you absorb it? Did you kill it?"

Your parents had taught you that you shouldn't talk to strangers, especially if they seemed like lunatics who could deform and come out of random sewers, and like a good mom and dad's girl, you looked away, backing away to exit through the other side of the alley, but he managed to grab your wrist so you wouldn't run away.

"It's rude to ignore someone when they speak, you know?"

You frowned looking at his hand on you, remaining silent, you let out an inaudible sigh, you always had to end up in this type of situation, tangled with people ─in this case curses─ that trapped you without wanting to let go.

"I sent it to rot in hell, its soul will remain suffering until eternity, remembering and regretting all the evils it has caused, it will be subjected to the worst tortures imaginable."

He remained silent before bursting into laughter, you had said all that so seriously, with that grim face that he almost believed it, you hoped that trying to 'scare' him would work, but this curse had at least a couple more neurons than the ones you used to meet.

"Aren't you funny? It's a shame I have to kill you, I thought we could be friends but you're-"

The ground began to shake, almost losing your balance, you took advantage of the sudden distraction to free yourself from Mahito's grip, approaching the nearest wall so as not to fall due to the tremors, the sewer flew away and you could see how the curse paled, transforming again to escape.

"How many hours have I lost in this chase?"

A new voice came out of nowhere, turning around you saw a blonde man with glasses, he was wearing a uniform and had a blood stained weapon in one of his hands, you looked at each other in silence until he spoke again.

"A student… hey, have you seen that curse? Where did he flee?"

Figuring he was trustworthy enough since he seemed to recognize the Jujutsu high, you silently pointed in the direction Mahito left, earning a nod from him to leave you there alone again. As if that weren't enough, before you could leave the alley to get some sweet, you ran into another curse, this one looked like a volcano with only one eye, it was petting a stray cat while muttering things like 'you're a good boy' in a squeaky voice, you were going to turn around to make this less awkward but your bones had to make that weird sound sometimes when you walk.

His one eye widened at the sight of you, a small rash erupting from his head and he shot up at the speed of light.

"I'll pretend I haven't seen anything if you pretend you haven't seen me."

You decided to reach a mutual agreement because you heard Nobara shout your name, surely they had finished their purchase or had been alerted by the noise earlier, and if they found you now they would surely distract you enough that you wouldn't be able to buy your candy. You took enough time to complete your little mission, as just as you left the bakery you were approached by the red-haired girl who hugged you like a whimpering koala.

"You can't disappear like that out of nowhere! We heard a shaking and thought something bad had happened to you."

She rubbed her cheek against your shoulder, you murmured apologies while still savoring your sweet, Maki remained silent watching the interaction, carefully searching for any kind of scratch or wound on your body, she sighed in relief when she saw that you didn't seem to have anything.

"We have already spent a lot of time here, we should go back, Toge and Panda are waiting for us for our training."

The encounter with these two curses, Mahito and Jogo, was only a small trigger that led you to strangely meet them more times later, you were never close of course, but your eyes always seemed to meet the multicolored or the single eye of those guys in some bustling part of the city, you knew they had some plan with Itadori, but it's not like you could do anything, you just alerted Gojo and he thanked you with a few pats on the head for the information.

On the other hand, you became a recurring conversation on the side of the villains, for one reason or another, everyone got to know you, either because Mahito was talking about you or because you had an encounter with Geto or Choso, not knowing them, you felt strange when you exchanged glances with them because you felt the same as when you first met the trio of sorceres, they already knew you before you knew anything about them.

Their curiosity about you was only based on overprotectiveness and how obsessed the sorcerers were with you, you seemed to be an important person, was it because of your power? Was it because of your cursed technique? It was something they wanted to find out and anyway if it was nothing like that, they could always use you as a wild card to blackmail them.

You decided to ignore their presence while you worked on your assignments, assignments in which you got to know that blonde guy, Nanami, he was assigned with you for a couple of missions and at first he felt quite irritated by your carefree behavior and even annoyed by your lack of interest in the work, but he couldn't blame you, in his eyes, like Itadori, you were just a teenager who shouldn't be doing this kind of work. He proposed to himself that no student was going to die under his care, especially someone who was never in favor of being part of the cursed world.

You just kept adding people who were worried or interested in you to the list, and you thought that there was no one else who could feel that way, that you could finally breathe easy, that you could stop moving through that web that kept you captive, that you could snuggling in your sheets protecting yourself from the cold while you hugged a pillow and slept carefree.

And… out of nowhere you wake up with a wet cheek, an eternal sea of blood where you could float, in the distance a temple made up of different animal and human bones. Your eyes became slightly watery, your only moment of rest ruined by whatever was happening, you were upset, furious, maybe it was the first time since you left home you felt an emotion this strong and vivid.

"This has to be a fucking joke…"

You mumble walking towards the temple hoping to find some kind of answer to get out of there, you wanted your hours of sleep back, you wanted to disconnect your brain from reality and travel to your dreams seeking solace outside of this world, not to be trapped in this stupid place.

"This is unusual, how did you manage to get here, brat?"

You rubbed your face furiously, of course you had heard about Sukuna, how Itadori swallowed a fucking finger, but luckily you didn't have any encounter with the king of curses, until now. Again it seemed like he already knew you, but how could he not? You occupied more than half of Itadori's thoughts.

"That's what I would like to know, is this your domain? Get me out of here."

"I can't."

You couldn't contain the irritated grimace you made, this time your expressionlessness broke as well as your patience, a small twitch appeared in your eye and you began to breathe harder, you rubbed your head too hard, perhaps tearing out a few strands in the process, but you didn't care, you exploded after putting up with so much shit.

"Tell me it's a joke, you're the king of curses, not the king of comedians, get me out of here."

Your tone of voice stopped being monotonous, now radiating annoyance and demand that made Sukuna smile at your outburst, he had always heard Itadori complain about how unexpressive you were with them and now you are exploiting a lot of negative emotions.

"Well, I can do that, but for that I would have to kill you."

"Do it." you didn't take a second or hesitate to respond, almost surprising the man, who watched you in silence as you approached him, your frown more with every step you took "What the hell are you waiting for? Do it, kill me."

Sukuna had seen many people begging him, begging for lives, begging to end suffering, it wasn't even the first time they had begged him for a death, but this felt… strange, he had never seen someone so young desperate to die, he had never seen someone have the anxiety attack you were experiencing right now, and strangely he had never felt the kind of energy you gave off, it was somewhat reassuring. He began to understand all the macabre thoughts about you in Itadori's thoughts, all that overprotection and worry, or perhaps, he had gone crazy, becoming infected because of the human in which he was locked up.

"Mmmh, I can do it, but you will only wake up, if you have managed to get here without trying, you will surely come back when you try to sleep again, but it is only a theory, since you have never been here before."

"In that case I'll think of something, but let me wake up."

"Ok"

He shrugged with disinterest, you didn't even feel how his fist lodged in your abdomen, your body staggered towards his, while he held you with one of his arms, the other pulled out your heart that continued pumping blood, you looked in disgust as he seemed to enjoy watching the blood splash across his face.

"Son of a bitch with a fetish for dishearten people…"

It was the only thing you said before your body faded away, immediately waking up in your bed with labored breathing, you placed your hands on your heart, checking that it was still in place, beating rapidly from the agitation. That specific night you couldn't sleep, because by doing so you returned to Sukuna's domain, or to Itadori's mind, the problem was rooted in the fact that that specific day Itadori was much more worried about you than usual, generating a certain connection that interfered with his and your dreams, the middle ground being Sukuna's domain.

Now you couldn't even go to sleep thinking about having a good dream, because depending on the night you would end up stuck with the king of curses, another person added to the list, would this be some kind of divine punishment? You just want to run to your parents and hug them with all your might, for them to tell you that everything will be okay and that you are a good daughter, for the moment you will settle for hugging your cold pillow in search of comfort while three pairs of eyes watch as your emotions slowly deteriorates.

They would make sure to be the arms that keep you warm, to be the people you turn to in these types of situations, you shouldn't be sad, you are much better off here, more protected and safe.

"Good night darling, have sweet dreams."

Gojo, having shooed the other three students away from you, entered your room, gently wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks, he stroked your hair for a few seconds before brushing away a few strands and kissing your forehead. He hadn't had the chance to prove that he was capable of being a good father in Megumi's eyes, but he could be to you, it's a shame that you still cling to your parents as role models when he was there, he would be a better father figure, just wait.

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hotxcheeto · 11 months

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Hiii 👋 i'm really obsessed with your writing 😳 so may i request a top!ellie x fem!reader smut where ellie wakes up in the middle of the night cause she has nightmares of losing the reader so she goes to the kitchen to get a drink and then cause the reader feels the bedside is empty the reader searches and finds ellie then they have a heartfelt conversation that turns into an emotional lovemaking session :,) all the angst, fluff, and smut combine 👍 we love that

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, angst, tribbing, kissing and making out, mention of reader being dead ( in ellies dream ), talk of nightmares, very emotional love making, top/switch! ellie, bottom/switch!reader ( it lowkey varies but ellie does have more control ), idk this an emotional rollercoaster

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i was feeling angsty after watch jjk and this just happened along with that. i love it, i love you ty for sending the request even tho it took me months!!

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There was something about you, that Ellie had never dared to bring up. A knack... per se.

She didn't wanna ruin it, or mess with the way you acted.

Whether consciously or subconsciously, you seemed to follow her.

The way you were never far behind at the bar or out and about in Jackson or seemingly always near her when she was moving around your shared home, you'd somehow have something you just needed to do right beside her.

In the kitchen? She could be eating while you were cleaning or rarely vice versa. Painting? You were beside her reading or playing with the cat you'd found on patrol that seemed to follow her all the same. Laying in bed? You were likely knocked out beside her or watching whatever movie she'd put on to keep herself busy.

Busy?

Busy... from thinking. Far too busy to listen to your ramblings sometimes, which you always seem to catch. Poking her cheek and knocking her from whatever bad dream that had caught her in the daylight.

She'd blink a few times while you chastised her for not listening, of course though, you knew why. You always seemed to know why. But she liked when you wouldn't mention it, it helped her forget easier.

But you couldn't always be awake when it happened, which is why she sat dead silent on the edge of the bed with her back to you.

Facing the door to the bedroom with dead cold eyes, not even the cat purring startled her from her still state. She always slept on the side closer to the door. Always.

There was something wrong with her, that's what she just kept thinking. You were so calm, so sweet, so... okay with what you'd gone through. Why couldn't she be the same? Not such a burden, like a child you'd care for, a needy mess you didn't sign up to clean.

It's all she could wonder while standing up from her spot on the mattress and creeping towards the door. Opening and leaving it ajar so as to not wake you with the click of the knob.

She chose her floorboards carefully, and each stair she stepped on, she picked a different spot. But nothing could keep you sleeping for much longer, eyes opening when you reached for an empty, yet warm, spot on the bed. A knack, she laughed, just a thing that came with love.

The cold water didn't soothe her, staring out the window at the empty field and the moon. Staring like it was staring right back, glass clutched in her grasp while her breathing stayed short and stuttered. A tickle in her throat, a choke here and there, a frown on her lips but no noise came out, no true sound passed her teeth.

Crying. She was crying.

Warm, salty tears dripping down her freckled flesh, skin cold and unwelcome. It was so different from yours, why did you like it so much?

When she'd love you, there was something about the way you touched her, caressed, if she willed. The way you so delicately danced your fingers across her shoulders while she tried her best to pleasure and please you.

But it'd been a long time since you'd made love, or even fucked for that matter. Unable to look you in the eyes for long, nor speak to you in extended sentences. You'd always give her a kiss, always.

Good morning, goodnight, goodbye.

Sometimes she'd hold your hand, but you had learned not to reach for it because sometimes it made her nervous.

For a while, she wouldn't change in front of you. Wouldn't turn her back because you'd see all the new scars, only letting you when you offered to bathe her. She cried though, when you did.

She loved you though, adored you, worshiped the ground you walked on because you were something incredible. A rare find amongst the normality and depravity.

A glistening pomegranate in a field of rotten tomatoes.

You were Persephone, and she? Only Hades.

"A bit early to be awake, hm?"

You sounded like a melody, even when exhausted. Your steps are so much lighter than hers could ever dream of, no wonder you snuck away in the mornings so easily to surprise her with breakfast when she'd had a bad night. But she never got to surprise you with breakfast, you were never up late crying into her arms or begging her not to leave.

Screaming at the air and clawing at yourself in your sleep.

"Couldn't go back to sleep." Her voice was cold, scratchy, like a broken record that couldn't speak correctly. "I guessed that..." You muttered, moving to stand by her side, looking out the window as well.

"There a unicorn out there or somethin'?" You asked softly, almost as if it was a genuine question, tilting your head before turning to look up at her. Eyes then flickering to the glass she was squeezing.

"No." You heard her, but didn't glance at her. Soft hands reaching up to take the cup away and set it beside the sink. She didn't put up a fight, she let you take it from her. Not like she needed it anyway.

"Hm... is there... anything special out there?" You stood in front of her, reaching up to her face this time, holding it though as if it was just as fragile as the glass you'd just held.

You wiped away the wet streaks, getting her to finally tilt her head to meet your eyes. She'd been afraid to look, scared each time of what she'd see but it was never anything bad.

Though, it was like looking under the bed for monsters before you could rest and sink away into a Candyland esc dream.

You would always be just a little bit afraid of what you'd see.

"No..." She was much more light in her tone this time, seeing you nod your head and feeling you wipe away her tears. "Then why're you staring?" You tucked some of her longer hairs behind her ears, smiling at her.

"I don't know, I just..." She sucked in a breath, shaky and half intentional, her deep frown and teary eyes returning. "I just wanted to... I don't..." "It's okay, Ellie."

You took your hands from her face and moved down to hold her hips. It felt secure to her, you knew that just by the way she shifted to lean towards you, into your body, sharing your warmth while closing her eyes.

"You wanna go sit outside? Get some air?" You questioned, holding the back of her neck while massaging away the anguish she held physically. The swing on the porch knew just how much she held as well.

"No.. not..." Her eyes opened again, a deep, guttural breath being taken in. "Not tonight?" You beat her to speaking, seeing her agree and feeling her set her hands on your forearms, gently pushing you away. "C'mon then..." You said.

You accepted that at this moment she didn't want to be touched, instead opting to begin the walk back upstairs and to your bedroom. Hearing her following behind until you reached your side of the bed, that's when she halted on the other side of the room.

"Ellie... the bed misses you." You sat on your side, patting hers.

"Why do you stay?" You could've missed the question, it almost flew over your head from how dead quiet it was. Her voice was the pin drop in the room besides the wind that made your cream colored curtains blow.

"Because I want to and I love you a lot, now c'mere m'cold."

Things stood still for a split pause, her feet soon carrying her over to sit beside you, but she could only stare at her hands.

Whether covered in blood, water or your secretion, she hated them.

What they've done, what they've touched.

"Where's your ring?" You raised your eyebrow, holding her hand up in the light. It was gone, but the tan line of where it had been was very much apparent, the woman almost never took it off.

"I took it off to wash my hands... I- I got dirt on them and- and..." You breathed, setting her hand back in her lap as she explained. "That's okay, we'll put it back where it belongs tomorrow, okay?" Ellie hummed, grabbing your hand to hold it before you could fully pull back.

"Unless you want a divorce, but lawyers are so expensive and I like cuddling with you." You pouted, always seeming so serious when you spoke silly nonsense, it nearly made her crack a smile.

"I'd let you have everything."

The end of the world was here. But yes, let's talk lawyers.

"I wouldn't let you give me all that." You then said, peeking up at her through your lashes. "Half and half. You get the porch swing though." She snorted, tilting her head down to press her forehead against yours.

"I do really like that porch swing."

You sat like that for a moment, feeling her warm breath tickling your lips. She'd forgotten and that was enough, the thought of your cold dead body that had haunted her awake slipped from her mind.

Because your forehead was hot and you'd then kissed her with a tepid mouth. It meant you were alive.

She didn't let up when you pulled back though, moving closer in a chase for affection. You allowed it as well, placing your hand on her cheek, feeling her still chilled skin. She wanted more- needed more.

But then, Ellie pulled back.

"I'm sorry.." She wiped her face, pushing her hair back in the process while you moved to keep your gaze on her. Taking them away to be able to see her. "Tell me what's wrong."

You were as cold as ice when she shut her eyes, but warm in reality, she tried focusing on the way your palms ran down her upper arms, soon pulling her into a hug.

"I'm right here." She muttered something in response, holding you back while staring at the wall. Taking in the scent of the new soap you'd gotten from a lady in Jackson to try out. It was like sitting in a flower field, and you were doubling as the sunshine too.

"See?" You asked, bringing her hands up and under your shirt to your chest, allowing her to feel your heartbeat. "Feel that?" Ellie hummed, taking a moment to actually feel the thump, thump, thump that she couldn't feel in her dream.

You were so soft, always, she wondered how you did it because compared to her rough, calloused fingers, you were something entirely different. She knew that, so it didn't surprise her when the feeling of your flesh never changed when her grasp moved down, yours just lightly holding the back of her hand.

Her thumb met your nipple and you watched the fabric move as she ran over the little nub. A little gasp escaping your lips when she did, it'd been a long time since it had, and almost immediately you felt the gut feeling that you'd pushed from your mind to give her space.

"Ellie..." You muttered, resting your forehead on hers while you both watched her move to your other breast, her other hand also making an appearance as it slipped beneath the garment as well, sliding upward.

Slow, drawn out, her mouth capturing you in a kiss to distract you from her touch. Little though, could take you away from her after being deprived of her love for so long, you loved her so much if she said jump, you'd ask how high.

And god those highs were to die for.

"I missed you..." You whispered, kissing her again and again, she hadn't wanted to talk and you got the hint. If you were hungry, she must've been starving.

Her hands went lower, leaving your breasts and she pulled away for just a mere second to slip off the shirt. Then her own came off and she tossed it aside with yours, bare from the waist up with skin on skin, just how she liked to lay.

God, she missed you too.

You were wearing pajama pants that were slightly too big on you, they'd drag on the bottoms of your feet if you didn't pull them up a bunch. She liked to chuckle when you'd get all frustrated with them, but they were your favorite pair.

She thought about this while pushing the waistband down to run her fingers along your hips. She was being light, not squeezing or grabbing, caressing instead.

"What do you wanna do?" You asked, pulling back to kiss her jaw sweetly, listening to her breathe in and out, shuddering from the contact. "I want you..." You let out a 'hmph' sound, pecking her neck before pulling back while holding her shoulders.

"Let me then..." You hummed, lightly guiding her to lay down then you kissed the spot between her eyebrows. Trailing down until you lifted yourself back up, staying straddled on her pelvis, teasing her by running your nails along her lower belly.

Tugging her sleep pants down while also taking her boxers with, you leaned to kiss her abdomen before continuing them along her legs. You then kissed her knee when she helped you remove them, sliding back up to lay against her with a lopsided smile and a want for more kisses.

And as your lips met hers again and again, you slid your own bottoms away and aligned yourself with your wife. Such a knack you had for fitting together, like two puzzle pieces because you knew what she needed and wanted. But Ellie knew the exact same... with you.

You both let out a noise and a gasp when your cunts touched and your clits grazed. Staring into each other's eyes while you began humping against her, looking down only to slip a hand around the back of her leg pushing it up and over before it caught itself on your thigh.

But she wasn't gonna let you do it all, not when she'd pulled away so hard it could've given you whiplash. She'd finally tightened her grip, moving you in a way that you had no control, letting her take you though you were on top.

"God I love you." You said, pitchy and breathless while turning back to look at her, feeling her nails digging into your shoulders and her arms moving to pull you as close as she could while you moved back and forth with her guidance. Allowing her legs to suck you in.

You dripped against her, you and her mixing while you moved slowly back and forth. You wanted to feel every inch of her while your little buds showed each other as much affection as you planned to give her tonight.

"I hate when you doubt that." That was your final murmur when you took her face and brought it to yours, tasting the faint toothpaste and enjoying how she became more confident in her want.

"I know." She mumbled, letting out a low moan when you began moving just the slightest faster, dragging your mouth along her jaw and neck leaving your mark while inching you both towards your release.

You wanted it so badly, but you didn't want to give up the moment just yet. No, because you didn't know when you'd get another and for a mere second that felt like decades you pulled away.

She kept you moving, keeping her hold on you while humping into your body again and again, your hips didn't falter. But you did, and she noticed, watching you curiously with a hint of desperation for you to return.

She was so pretty, why couldn't she see what you saw?

"I love you."

A whisper as you both were rocked over the edge, coming against her with a cry while she tried to muffle her noises. You wouldn't let her though, grinding against her clit with your own, bucking your hips and making her whine and then make a noise that was a soft yell.

You just kept going though, going until you fell against her completely, tucking your face away in her neck. You could've laid there forever and a day, never moving or twitching. Like heaven and you were its top angel.

"I love you too." She whispered, almost unsure of herself, not of the words though. "I know." You smiled, sitting up and grabbing her hands to hold. "I always know, baby."

You had a knack for that.

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gorgeys · 10 months

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Hi! Could you a Naomi x female reader, where her older brother works for Jordan and she meets Naomi at the party and gets a lil jealous when Jordan tries to hit on the reader? Thanks!

FRIENDS? ★ naomi lapaglia

Naomi Lapaglia (Wolf of Wall Street) x fem!reader

You quickly catch Jordan's eye at a party, but Naomi wants you all to herself...

Warnings: mentions of sex, flirting, corruption kink??, mentions of cheating

Word Count: 3110

Note: ayee i'm obsessed with naomi so i loved writing this request! there's also another naomi request that will be coming out shortly and that will def be a long one! i believe in margot robbie supremacy

b/n = brother's name

You stared in awe as you approached the mansion. It was by far the largest house you had ever seen. You looked to your brother and he only smiled. It seems he was adjusting to the shift in your lives much faster than you.

He had only begun working for Jordan a couple months ago when rent was tight and there was barely any food in the fridge. You had just moved in with him to help cut costs for the both of you as you sunk deeper into student loans and edged barely closer to your degree. If things couldn’t get any worse, your brother was laid off from his job out of nowhere. He began interviews for practically every job on Wall Street when your luck changed tremendously. He landed a job at Stratton Oakmont.

He climbed the ranks quickly. You and your brother had quite a unique charisma, one that allowed you to manipulate many social situations in your favor and it was no different at Stratton. With his charm and hard-working attitude, your brother was one of the few to have a personal connection with the founders of the company and he could feel that promotion coming. But it was just out of reach. So he quickly enlisted you to give him a little push.

There was an obvious shift in your lifestyle as soon as your brother got the job. He was able to provide for the both of you plus decorate the apartment and take you out to lavish dinners. Life just seemed so much brighter for the both of you. So you would do anything to keep your lives like this. Even if it meant playing this part.

It was the first time you’d be attending one of Stratton’s famous parties. Your brother let you hang off his arm, dolled up in a completely brand new designer outfit, just how Jordan liked it. Your dress was as short as it could be without being socially unacceptable and your neckline plunged so deep that your tits were nearly popping out. Your heels were custom made and reeled in your flashy dress to make it a classy look. Your make-up was done to a tee, emphasizing the soft features of your face, and your hair was curled into perfect waves. Even your brother, who had teased you all your childhood, agreed you were a sight for sore eyes. There was no way you wouldn’t catch Jordan’s attention.

Everything seemed to fall into place as you entered. Eyes were on you from the moment you stepped inside, men in suits turning their heads to gape while their wives and girlfriends knocked them on the back of the head for looking. You smiled just as you had rehearsed in the mirror and strutted as elegantly as you could muster even if you had to relearn to walk in those tall heels.

Most of the men you passed patted your brother on the shoulder in greeting, eyeing you up in the process. Your brother had to reiterate several times that you were his sister, hoping he’d be able to avoid any risque comments about the two of you for the night.

You hid your excitement at the expensive environment, causally downing a champagne flute from a server, while you soaked up the extravagance of the house and the people.

It wasn’t long before your brother elbowed you in the side.

“Look, right over there,” he said, nodding his head to the left. “That’s Jordan.”

When you looked, he was already staring back at you. He leaned against the giant glass windows of the living room, a mystery drink in his hand. He was wearing a suit but several of the buttons of his button up were undone, exposing his chest. His hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot. While he was a little sleazier than you expected, you shouldn’t have been surprised considering the insane stories your brother had told you about his addictions to sex and drugs.

He was surrounded by a group of men who you could only assume were the founding members of the company. They had noticed you from a mile away and you could faintly hear them talking about you and how badly they wanted to fuck you. One even said he’d fuck you even if you were his sister. You pretended not to notice as they shoved Jordan playfully, egging him on to approach you. For the Wolfie to handle you, as they put it.

He confidently half-smiled at you before shifting his shoulders, fixing his suit jacket. He sloppily ran his hand through his hair before he began walking toward you. He sauntered arrogantly, as if he already had you in the palm of his hand, and his eyes ran all over you though he tried his best to hide it.

“B/N! Good to see you,” Jordan exclaimed, stretching his hand out to give your brother a firm handshake.

“Hi, Jordan, great party,” your brother said with a smile.

“Yeah,” he dismisses your brother, his eyes quickly turning onto you. “Now don’t be rude and introduce me to this lovely lady you’ve got here,” he said, nodding toward you, a smile stretching across his lips.

“This is my sister, Y/N.”

“Aah,” he sighs, his face lighting up with excitement. “Sister,” he repeats, grinning widely.

“I just wanted to bring her along and show her what a Stratton party’s all about.”

“Nice to meet you, Jordan” you say, in a honey-sweet voice, showing your pearly whites. You can tell he’s already hypnotized as you look up at him through your fluttering eyelashes with doe eyes. You extend your hand toward him with the graceful flick of your wrist and he holds it so delicately.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he says, lifting your hand to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. Your smile widens accordingly as he refuses to let go of your soft skin.

“You know, you’ve got a really great place here. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house this big before,” you say, your eyes flicking up to the enormous glass chandelier above you that would certainly kill everyone in the room if it ever came crashing down. You ignored that thought and looked back into his star-struck eyes with an excited gaze.

“Oh, really?” He raised his eyebrows, enjoying himself too much.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding along.

You wouldn’t have called him unattractive but he wasn’t really your type. Either way you’d let him have one freaky night with your body in return for a large check deposited in your brother’s bank account. You hoped he was a good lay but your instincts were telling you otherwise.

He shooed your brother away to go talk to some of the other guys while he entertained you, talking himself up and offering you several compliments. It was when he stepped closer to you that his wife noticed the two of you from across the room. She was sipping on her champagne and gossiping in a huddle of powerful wives when you caught her eye, your hand holding her husband’s for way too long.

She was no fool, she saw the way he looked at you, like he wanted to devour you. She remembered that dangerous glint in his eyes from when she had first met him at a party like this one. And we all know how that went.

She was ready to cause a scene, to impulsively confront him in the large crowd and beat him senseless with a glass bottle for even looking at another woman. But something distracted her.

She had the perfect view of you from the side as you moved your free hand across your lower back. Then your hand moved lower, lower, lower, gliding across your ass, smoothing out the fabric of your tight dress. Naomi’s eyes were fixed. Finally your fingers pulled lightly on the hem of your dress, trying to bring it down as it had rode up a little too high, showing off most of your bare thighs.

That’s when she stopped herself and decided to give you a closer look. And that’s also when she realized she was no better than her husband.

You weren’t like any of the other women Jordan flirted with. No, you were flawless. Her eyes examined your figure and noticed how every curve of your body was carved so smoothly, so perfectly that she couldn’t look away. She could only imagine the way your skin would feel beneath her fingers; she assumed it was soft and pliable. She imagined how each arch of your body would fit perfectly into her hands like you were molded just for that reason. She wanted to admire you for the rest of the night. And it felt like you were enticing her, like you were asking for her touch in that low-cut dress. It wasn’t hiding much but still, Naomi wished she could see more.

She realized that she could barely blame her husband for his reaction. Your beauty was baffling and undeniable. What could she expect from Jordan, a man who couldn’t hide his desires nearly as well as she could hide hers.

For a moment your eyes strayed away from his and you glanced in Naomi’s direction. Your hand carelessly brushed your hair back and Naomi was slightly mesmerized. She sucked her lips into her mouth, imprinting the features of your face into her mind, forgetting which reality she was in.

Her stomach churned, her body telling her brain that her need for you was innate. The way your lips curved into a pure smile and your eyes were full of light made her want to ruin you. She wanted to whisk you off to some far away place to have you only for herself. She wanted to melt away that pretty facade and see what lurked beneath your shiny surface.

It was impossible for her to restrain her own thoughts as just a single look at you brought up such deep, impure desires. She was no better than a man but you made her like that.

Her chest burns as Jordan leans impossibly closer to you, whispering something in your ear. You giggle delightfully, comfortably holding on to his shoulder. He takes that as a sign to wrap his arm around your waist, practically engulfing you with his body while his lips stay uncomfortably close to your ear.

Naomi couldn’t believe the audacity of her husband to throw himself onto you in public. No, you deserved much better than to be smothered in sweat and cologne in front of all these important people. You deserved someone who would treat you right and then, behind closed doors, someone who would treat you so wrong. She knew her husband couldn’t do any of that for you. You didn’t deserve him.

By then she had placed her glass onto a table with a little too much force and allowed her feet to carry her across the room. She straightens up the neckline of her dress and clicks her heels into the ground with a purpose. You deserved her.

“Jordan!” a thick Brooklyn accent cuts through the air.

It surprises you slightly but it seems to shock Jordan into action as he abruptly pulls away from you. You’re left awkwardly standing alone as he steps back from you. Your hands clutch onto the sides of your thighs for comfort.

“Naomi! Baby!” he exclaims, outstretching his arms to the blonde thundering toward you. He puts on a large smile and leans back comfortably as if he wasn’t just all over you.

She doesn’t accept his embrace but swats his hands away from her. She moves to stand at his side.

“You gonna introduce me to your little friend here?” she says, motioning toward you with one of her hands. Her voice is laced with an attitude that scares you. You’re not quite sure if it's venomous but it’s definitely strong. She turns to face you and plants her hands firmly on her hips.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he stutters, looking nervously between the two of you. “This is Y/N. And Y/N-”

“I’m Naomi, Jordan’s wife,” she cuts him off.

You had heard stories about Naomi, about how her beauty transcended time, but you sure as hell weren’t expecting the masterpiece that stood before you. You were rendered speechless for a moment, staring stupidly at her, your lips slightly parted.

Long blonde hair trailed down her shoulders, barely covering her thick gold hoop earrings. Her face looked like it was sculpted by the gods, with a jawline sharper than a knife and pink lips that pursed curiously at you. Her tight baby blue dress with a perfect cleavage cutout matched her blue eyes lined with thick eyeliner.

You couldn’t fathom how Jordan could cheat on her. She was probably the most perfect human you had seen in your entire life. And here you were trying to seduce her husband.

Her eyes aggressively ran up and down your body, soaking up every last drop of you. They held some dark emotion behind them. Using the context of the situation you assumed it was jealousy but she knew it was lust. It was the first time that night you felt so small and so flustered, your confident facade fading away.

You hoped it wasn’t showing on your face but from the way her lips quirked upward as she extended her hand, you could tell she was enjoying your agitated state.

“Hi, Naomi,” you said, speaking a little quieter than you had with Jordan before. You accepted her hand, expecting a tense shake, but her grip was even gentler than her husband’s. In fact, her hands were the softest you had ever held.

She copied Jordan’s movements, just more delicately. She brought your hand to her lips, leaning slightly forward to give the back of your hand a chaste kiss. Her eyes didn’t leave yours the entire time, making your stomach bubble in forbidden arousal. The gesture felt so intimate, as if no one else was watching.

If you weren’t in awe before, you were hypnotized now. Her beauty was ethereal and from the way she handled you, you began to question her intentions with you. Your perception of her as the jealous wife was slowly fading into the background.

If Jordan wasn’t your type, his wife surely was.

He looked between the two of you, completely unsure of what to say. It seemed he was in quite a pickle as it seemed his wife’s unpredictable behavior would soon get in the way of his endeavors with you.

“You know, you’re a cute one, doll,” she said, her tongue slightly poking through her teasing smile. Her strong accent only made every word out of her mouth even sexier, especially that pet name. Doll. You’d love to be her doll.

You felt your face heat up and your eyes ever so slightly widen. You attempted to ignore the arousal you felt beneath your dress as your nails dug anxiously into the fabric of your dress. You momentarily wondered whether you should thank her for the compliment before deciding against it. Each reaction out of you only pushed her to continue, to test your limits.

“I almost don’t blame my husband for looking at you the way he does,” she said, her eyes momentarily shifting to your cleavage before focusing on the small twitches of your face again.

You took a sharp breath and opened your mouth wider like you wanted to respond and apologize but Jordan beat you to it.

“Come on, baby. You know I only have eyes for you,” he whines and pouts like a child, leaning closer to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. She instantly pushes him off of her, disgusted by his touch, without sparing him a glance.

All you want to do is walk away and distance yourself from this married couple’s petty quarrel but your feet seem too heavy to move. You can’t help but love the way Naomi looks at you.

“But I can assure you he’s no fun,” she says, ignoring her husband’s pleading looks. “Very vanilla, you know? And he comes too fast.” She whispers that last part like he’s not even there although he can clearly hear her.

Both you and Jordan share the same state of shock. You can’t help but feel like you’re learning too much information about the couple you met a few minutes ago. But the way Naomi speaks to you it feels like you’ve known her much longer.

“Uh, I-I’m sorry-” you begin but are quickly interrupted.

“Myself on the other hand,” she says, trailing off for a few moments. She presses her lips together as if she’s looking through you, her thoughts taking her to far away places. The glint in her eye is mischievous and you want her to take you with her. “We can have lots of fun together.”

Your insides are screaming the moment the words leave her lips, her devilish smile only making the feeling worse. You can only dream about what she’s implying and your imagination runs wild. You’re already putty in her hands, you both can feel it.

“What’d you say, you wanna be friends?” she says, her tone seemingly innocent. But one look in those blue eyes would say otherwise.

“Friends?” you ask breathlessly. You let your head hang low and your bottom lip push out toward her, silently questioning the meaning of the word.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling brightly. But there’s a coy element about it. “You wanna be my friend?” Her eyes check you out once more just for emphasis.

There’s your answer.

The initial goal of seducing Jordan is long forgotten. Quick cash seems irrelevant compared to the duchess before you, especially now that she seems within reach. If you didn’t accept her offer you were sure you’d regret it.

You nod cautiously.

“Yeah, I’ll be your friend.”

She instantly beams at you with a conniving grin while internally congratulating herself for a mission accomplished. You feel your lips reciprocate in a stunned smile.

“Good. Let’s get you another drink, doll” she says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. She tugs you behind her as she heads toward the home bar. She gives you a raunchy look over her shoulder while you let her control your every movement. “Then I can show you around.”

Your smile grows while Jordan is left standing stupidly by himself. He curses under his breath, wondering how he fumbled so badly.

i'm screaming

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cxsmiicc · 8 months

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fucking florida - emily prentiss x reader

word count - 1950

warnings - smut, eating out, vibe, office sex, alcohol, mommy kink, begging

first em fic so sorry if it sucks

cr @storiesofsvu for the vegas line i read a dangerous game all in one sitting the other night and it was stuck in my brain

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“Fucking Florida,” you muttered on the way to the coffee machine for your third cup of the night. It was already after twelve and the mountain of paperwork didn’t seem to be getting any smaller. You began the permanent battle to get the ancient machine running and picked out a mug, savouring every second away from the towering files and microscopic print. Almost immediately after the overwhelmingly strong scent whipped through the bullpen a certain unit chief emerged from her office, silver hair dragged back into a haphazard ponytail and top three buttons undone. To say you were obsessed with this woman would be an understatement. Yes, she was your boss and yes, she was majorly off limits, but there was no telling your body that. There was no helping the shiver that ran down your spine when she spoke, the goosebumps that revealed themselves whenever she brushed against you on the jet, the way every little hair on your body would stand on end when she singled you out. In short, you had it bad for Emily Prentiss, with no end in sight.

“Didn’t know anyone else was still here,” she drawled.

“Everyone sane went home hours ago.”

“And who can blame them, look at us. Relying on far too much caffeine just to get us through the paperwork.”

“When in Quantico,” you said with a small smile.

She laughed slightly, picking up the coffee pot and pouring two mugs, “It’s too late for your bad jokes.”

“You’ll have to excuse my lack of comedic genius, I'm exhausted and working on an empty stomach,” you replied, taking one of the mugs from her.

“What! Why?” She asked.

“I’m not a breakfast person to begin with and then with all the chaos this morning and the flight and the paperwork I just haven’t had the time to breathe.”

“I just ordered food, you’re having some of it.”

“Where did you order from this late?”

She chuckled, “A lady never kisses and tells.”

God you wished she would kiss you. You simply raised an eyebrow and took a sip of your coffee in response.

“It’ll be delivered to my office soon, grab a file and come wait.”

“Exactly what I’ve been craving, yet more blindingly dull reports,” you deadpanned, already heading back to your desk to sweep the top folder into your waiting bag and follow Emily to her office.

Of course you had been in there before, but never so late and never for an extended period of time. It was different, strangely exhilarating, walking through that door and being directed to the low table in the corner, sitting on the carpet and working this closely to another person. The two of you typed in comfortable silence until a knock came and a sheepish college student walked in with a huge brown paper bag.

“Finally, thanks so much,” Emily said to the poor boy, handing him the cash.

“Quick, move the case notes. Just dump them under the table for now.” You did so, pulling them all into a rough pile and quite literally dumping them on the floor under the table. She wasted no time in delving into the enormous bag, pulling out a burger, two boxes of fries and the biggest soda you had ever seen in your life.

“Good job I was hungry,” she joked.

“Fries.” You reached over and snagged a box, grease seeping through the bottom and onto your fingers before you even opened it. “Oh my god that’s good,” you said around a mouthful.

“I have an idea..” She swerved around the table, snatching a fry on the way and walked right out of the room. A minute later she came back in, bottle in hand.

“Rossi’s finest I presume?”

“Only the best for you,” She finished with a devilish grin.

“Glasses?”

“On ne fait que commencer.” And she took a sip straight from the bottle.

Fucking French. You reached over and stole the whisky from her, upending it and barely blinking when the amber liquid hit your throat.

“Someone has a tragic backstory just waiting to be unlocked.”

“The years of greasy food and crushing loneliness have numbed me to the mundane sensations of everyday life.”

“Preaching to the choir honey.” She raised the burger to her mouth and took a bite, sighing in content as she did.

The two of you kept eating in not quite silence, the crunching of fries and occasional clinking of the bottle providing the nights soundtrack. Only once all the food had gone and you were both sufficiently tipsy did you come up for air.

“Remind me to tell you I'm starving more often, this is the best time I've had in this building to date.”

“Anything to make some half decent memories in this place, all the bad we see deserves a little alcohol and fast food every now and then.”

“I know something you could do to make this memory more than half decent,” you muttered.

“Oh? Now what, pray tell, could that be?” She feigned confusion and came to sit on your side of the table, resting her head in one hand and looking up at you through her lashes.

“Fuck it.” Both of you leaned in at the same time, lips crashing together and a breathless gasp escaping from you, her hands drifting to your waist and tugging you onto her lap. It was desperate and clumsy and everything you expected it to be, everything you needed it to be. Her tongue pried your lips apart as you explored each others mouths, too desperate for contact to bother with technique. You fumbled with her buttons and she smiled against your mouth, breaking the kiss to pull your shirt over your head and undo the few buttons of her own that you had been unable to access. Breathing hard, you pushed yourself off of her and sat on the table, legs wide and one hand splayed behind you for balance, admiring the view in front of you. Not every day the unit chief of the BAU was shirtless in front of you after all.

Reaching for your belt, she asked, “Can I?”

“God yes.”

She made quick work of both the belt and your jeans, tossing them aside before slowly pulling your underwear all the way down and dropping it, slipping both hands between your thighs and slowly separating them. Lowering her face, she met your eyes and slowly kissed a teasing path from your inner thigh to your clit, stopping just before she made contact. You let out a whimper, already soaked for her.

“Desperate, are we?”

“Less talk more tongue,” You demanded.

Luckily for you, she obliged, wasting no time in wrapping her lips around your clit and sucking hard, dragging a savage groan from the base of your throat. Loosening her hold on your clit, she focused her attention lower down, flicking her tongue briefly in and out before delivering a broad lick to your cunt, finally setting for alternating between the two motions whenever your moans peaked in volume. Bringing her hands into the mix, she drew slow circles around your clit, successfully driving you to the edge as your breathing became faster and faster, the only coherent word coming from your lips being her name over and over in an increasingly high pitch. Her relentless pace never slowed, even as you finally came with a breathy gasp, fucking you through your high.

Dropping back down onto her heels, she smiled at you before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra, throwing the purple fabric to the corner before grabbing you by the thighs and pulling you back into her lap for another searing kiss, easily parting your lips this time and taking full advantage of your post-orgasmic confusion. The haze clearing somewhat, you became aware enough to dive your hands downwards and play with her chest, flicking her nipples between your fingers and relishing in the soft whimpers falling into your mouth. It was you that pulled away this time, taking one of her breasts into your mouth and swirling your tongue around, eliciting a delicious moan from Emily. You bit down, hard enough to leave a mark, and she let out a squeal of pleasure, pushing you to do more.

Switching your focus to the other side, you repeated the movements, teeth pressing into her soft skin as your tongue worked overtime. Just as she released a particularly loud moan, your fingers forced their way into her waistband and found her clit, jerking it back and forth to the same pace your other hand was setting on the side of her chest not currently in your mouth. She was a mess, to put it nicely, grinding on your hand in a desperate attempt to get herself there. Feeling just how wet she was, you decided to forego any teasing and simply go faster, push her harder, anything to get her over that edge. Twisting your wrist for better access, you pushed both your fingers and tongue to the same brutal speed, stirring raw sounds from the woman above you as she peaked, ruining her formerly perfect suit trousers once and for all.

Wordlessly, she pushed you off again and crossed to the desk, rummaging in a drawer until she came up with a small silver key. Bending down to where you couldn’t see, she fitted the key in the lock of her bottom drawer and yanked it open, retrieving something without bothering to close the drawer behind her as she walked back towards you, hands behind her back so as not to reveal what she had. The second she was close enough you stood and grabbed her trousers by either hip, meeting her eyes as you removed them.

“So what is it that you keep locked away in that desk of yours?” You asked.

In response, she smirked and lifted up a bubblegum pink vibrator.

“Let’s see just how many more we can get out of you tonight sweetheart.”

She flipped you around and forced you onto the desk, pushing your legs apart as you whimpered in anticipation. Laughing at your eagerness, she pushed the toy into you, flicking at your clit as she turned it on at the lowest setting and you let out a groan.

You glared at her. “More.”

“Manners, or mommy won’t do a single thing more. Besides, I bet you look so pretty begging for it.”

Breath hitching at her words, you felt the vibrator slip as you grew wetter, reaching to push it back in only for Emily to grab your wrist.

“Please…” You muttered.

“I know you can do better than that baby, now come on, tell me what you want.”

“Please mommy please turn it up I need more god just please.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” She trailed off, pausing for a second before pushing the vibrator deeper into you and setting it to max, pulling a guttural gasp from the recesses of your throat.

“That's it princess, let me hear you.”

You held nothing back, letting her tear sounds from you that you didn’t even know you were capable of making for hours until you were both spent, collapsed on the office floor as the first threads of sunlight came through the blinds.

“Fuck Em it’s getting light outside.”

“Shit.”

The room was a blur of motion as both of you hunted for your clothes, her sighing when she saw the state of her trousers and rummaging through her go bag for a fresher pair.

“Anyone finds out about this and we’re both royally fucked, capisce?”

You beamed at her. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

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reidreaders · 10 months

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I Love You?

Summary: You aren't totally sure of your feelings about Spencer, at least not until you both attend JJ's wedding.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptions of unhealthy relationships, some colorful language (literally just one swear word), kissing, established relationship, not proof read, I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this is entirely self indulgent because I'm obsessed with Spencer with kids, and also I hate most men but I just know Spencer would be the perfect bf. Also, this is totally inspired by 7x24.

Let’s be honest. You’ve had your heart broken more times than you could count. Your type seemed to be cheaters, liars, manipulators, and the like. As your mother would say, your picker was broken. That is until you met Spencer. When you met, you had sworn off of men. You were tired of begging them to do the bare minimum. All that to say, you were wary of him. He seemed nice enough, all awkward and nervous, sputtering at you like he had never spoken to a woman before. You found it endearing and honestly, you kind of liked the idea of someone who didn’t have much experience with women. It made him seem less likely to treat you the way your exes had. So, despite your vow of not dating, Spencer became your boyfriend.

Six months in and were still wary of him. Your therapist says you have “commitment issues” and to be honest she was right. You had no problem dating Spencer, no problem spending the night at his house or meeting his friends, you had no problem having sex or even meeting his mother. You just got a little freaked out when it came to taking the relationship to the next step. For example, four months into your relationship, Spencer told you that he loved you. That had freaked you out more than anything. You didn’t want to break his heart, but you also wanted to protect your own. It’s not that you didn’t have feelings for Spencer, you did, big ones, it’s just that your past relationships had made you scared to feel that way about anyone again. Spencer, of course, understood. The two of you agreed to take things slow, to wait until you felt secure, but you could tell Spencer was getting impatient. He needed more from you. You could tell that you were going to have to make your move soon or you would lose him, and that scared you more than anything. Still, you wanted to be sure, you had to be sure.

Rossi had called a few days ago and told Spencer that he was throwing a surprise wedding for JJ and Will, and he wanted you both to be there. As you got ready for the wedding, you felt nervous. Surely being at a wedding, with all the love in the air or whatever, would make Spencer even more anxious for a commitment.

Soon the knock on your door alerted you to Spencer’s presence. You didn’t bother to move from your spot in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. He had a key to your apartment and you knew he’d just come in. Out of your peripheral vision you saw a mop of curly brown hair and felt a set of hands on your waist.

“Hey.” He whispered into your ear. The sound of his voice was enough to send shivers down your spine. You spun around to face him.

“Wow,” He said, taking a step back to see all of you, “You look incredible.”

“Well thank you,” You smirked, pulling away to do a spin so he could see the way your dress moved. He grinned as pulled you back in for a kiss, slow and passionate. As you kissed him, you felt fireworks, like the kind they talked about in overplayed pop songs. Holy shit. Were you in love with him?

As soon as you arrived at Rossi’s mansion (he’d kill you if he heard you call it merely a house), you had been whisked away by Penelope and Emily, wanting to catch up after not having seen each other for a while. The three of you talked, well gossiped is more like it, over a couple glasses of wine. Your attention was pulled from the conversation when you heard the excited screams of children. You turned around to see Spencer, pulling a coin out of Henry’s ear, as Jack begged him to do the trick on him next. You watched as he did, eliciting the same excited scream from Jack as it had in Henry. You watched as he did card tricks for them with a deck of poker cards he had found in Rossi’s junk drawer. But most of all, you watched how he looked at the kids, like they were the greatest things ever put on this Earth. He was so happy in this moment, really, genuinely happy. The first thought that crossed your mind was, ‘he would make such a good father’, and then it was over for you. You started picturing Spencer playing like that with your kids while you cooked dinner, you thought about what he might be like while you were at the hospital in labor. You thought about what kind of house you might live in, maybe something in the suburbs? You thought about what kind of dress you would wear on your wedding day and what colors the bridesmaids would wear. You thought about how’d he tear up seeing you come down the aisle. And that was the moment you knew, the moment you were really sure, that you were hopelessly in love with Spencer.

As you sat next to Spencer at the ceremony, you were nearly crying. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sudden realization that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You wanted to marry him and have his babies. You figured no one would really notice your crying, it was pretty common to cry at weddings after all. But Spencer noticed. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, trying to get your attention. You turned your head to meet his eyes and he mouthed a subtle “You okay?”. You nodded and turned back to watch JJ and Will say their vows, but that simple act of checking in on you made you feel something you had never felt before. Sure you had been in love before, but Spencer made you feel safe. In that moment, you knew that all the crying and heartbreak was over for you, because you had him.

The reception was now in full swing. Everyone had a couple of drinks in them, and you were being dragged onto the dance floor by a fairly intoxicated Agent Rossi. After a couple of songs, you shot Spencer a look that said “Help me” and you knew he’d come to your rescue, even though he was much for dancing.

“Sorry Rossi, but I think it’s my turn,” He said as he took your hand and escorted you to a more desolate part of the dance floor. As the two of you began to sway, the DJ played “Lover” by Taylor Swift. You usually weren’t into the typical wedding songs, but all of the sudden you understood. You understood Taylor Swift in a way you never had before. You looked up at Spencer and saw nothing but love in his big, brown eyes.

You took a deep breath, “I love you.” You said it so quietly you weren’t sure he had heard it. Before you could confirm whether or not he had, his hands were on your face and your lips were crashing into his, for a deep and passionate kiss.

The two of you stayed like that for while, only to be snapped back into reality by Morgan making kissy sounds and yelling at Spencer to stop trying to swallow you. You both laughed, your lips still touching.

You pulled away and Spencer was beaming. You had never seen him smile that big.

“I love you, too,” He said, “But you already knew that.”

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angel-kyo · 6 months

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Pay it no mind

Part VII

In which reader confesses their feelings to Gojo, but it seems these are not returned (maybe?).

Warnings: reader is on the receiving end of rejection (kinda), and the fact that I'm obsessed with unrequited love is a warning itself. Satoru is slightly inebriated in this one.

Previous: Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI

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“We are almost there.” You closed the door of Satoru’s apartment with your foot, trying to keep balance as he leaned on you.

Shoko’s birthday had been fun. She had not hated the sweater Satoru ended up giving her, and she had loved your present, so much that she had even shared a little with you after most people had left.

Although Shoko offered him some, Satoru had refused any wine. Normally, he would just not drink or have an alcohol-free (and awfully sweet) drink, but Shoko had then ordered something for him and insisted he tried it because it had almost no alcohol in it, and he should like it with how sweet it was. He had obliged.

“Just for the birthday girl,” he had said.

It was a terrible decision in your opinion.

“Can you at least try to walk properly?” You were on the way to his bedroom, but he was dragging his feet.

Turns out that 'almost no alcohol' is not the same as 'no alcohol'.

“Where… Where are we going?” His words were a bit slurred

You opened the door to his bedroom and helped him inside. “You are going to bed…” you made him sit on his bed, “and I’ll take these.” You took the sunglasses off his face and left them aside. He squinted and fixed his eyes on you.

He felt exhausted and his head was spinning. Before he knew it, he was lying down looking at the ceiling of his room.

You returned with a glass of water and made him drink it.

“What’s this?!” You rolled your eyes at the face of absolute disgust he had made after the first sip.

“It’s water, silly. Just drink it.” You sat next to him.

He did as you said and scratched his head, His euphoria phase had ended at the restaurant, and he was now feeling sleepy.

“Well, you look better now. I thought you where going to throw up on me for a second.”

Satoru grinned as response and looked back at you. Even with his thoughts scattered, you were beautiful.

“I’ll leave now then.” You were going to stand up when he grabbed your hand.

“Huh… Do you need anything else?” He was giving you a strange look. “I know you are not used to this, but you’ll be fine in the morning; hungover but fine nonetheless.” You smiled at him.

“Can you stay?” He was leaning closer.

I shouldn’t. This isn’t doing us any good.

“Please…?” Even in the dim light, his eyes were shining, and his voice was almost a whisper hard to ignore.

You sighed. “Just for a bit.” He made space for you to get in the bed.

You thought you could wait for Satoru to fall asleep and then leave, but as soon as you were within arm reach, he had wrapped himself around you and dozed off. You tried to loosen his grip but it only made him squeeze you tighter.

Should you wake him up just enough so he could let you leave? His breath on you neck was not helping you think. It was not like the position you were in was uncomfortable, but is this what you should be doing with the man you are trying to get over?

You mind returned to the Satoru of that morning.

“I had a rough night.”

He really has it rough, and he doesn’t sleep much; maybe I should let him be.

You yawned, a sign you were feeling pretty tired as well.

Your eyes closed. Maybe you could indulge yourself just this time too.

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“Who are you?” Satoru was about to knock your door again when he had to look down at the small dark-haired girl that had made the question. She was probably four or five. He had never seen her before but he thought she might be one of your neighbors.

He was about to respond when the girl spoke again. “You are not their boyfriend.”

He blinked and a small smile formed on his lips.

Funny how we usually get the exact opposite opinion…

“Right, I am not.”

“There you are!” a woman walking up the aisle exclaimed looking at the girl. Satoru guessed it was her mother. The girl did not seem fazed by it, though, and she tilted her head looking at Satoru.

“Are you a homewrecker?” she asked him next in the most innocent tone.

That made the strongest sorcerer blink. “What?”

The mother, who had already arrived to where Gojo and the girl where standing, almost dropped her jaw. She apologized to Satoru, lifted the girl and walked away in embarrassment, scolding the kid.

“Where did you even learn that world?” her mother asked her.

“Grandma’s tv shows.”

Gojo smiled. Kids that age were funny; it reminded him of when he had first met Megumi, although he had never called him a homewrecker.

He was about to knock on your door again when you opened it. You looked like you had just taken a shower.

“Sorry, I thought you were coming later.” You let him in. “You could have used your key, though.”

Gojo followed you into your home and to the kitchen. “I thought you would like me to ‘knock the door at least once’.”

Right, you had told him to do it.

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured in some water, and you were about to ask Gojo if he wanted something to drink, but he spoke first.

“I just met your neighbor’s kid. Kinda short, dark hair. Do they live on this floor?”

You looked at him. There were not many kids in the building, so you figured he was referring to the girl a couple doors away. Her mother seemed to have issues to keep her inside the apartment, and the kid was always wandering around the floor.

Luckily, it not really unsafe here, but still...

Satoru went on. “She called me a homewrecker.”

Your mug stopped mid way to your lips, and after the initial surprise, you laughed.

“She called you a what?”

“A homewrecker.” Satoru broke into a fit of laughter too.

But…

“I wonder why she would get that idea,” he said still sounding amused.

You looked away from him. Actually, you had a theory. Ikeda had dropped by a couple times; once to lend you a book you had told him you wanted to read, and another time to pick you up to go out. Could it be that the girl had seen him and gotten the wrong impression?

“I’ll go change.” You left the mug on the counter and walked to your room.

As you changed, you were thinking of how to tell Satoru about Haruki. It had not been your intention to keep it from him this long, but the subject had just not come up, or rather, it had not seemed to be the right time before. In addition, you were not exactly thrilled about telling your best friend you were reconnecting with that old friend he had disliked so much.

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

I’ll just tell him after the movie. He will be cool about it.

However, as you walked back to the kitchen, Satoru’s bright smile took away your resolve.

“You look good.” He was resting his chin on his palm and looking at your clothes. You were not wearing anything he had not seen before, but his gaze made you self-conscious. You hated keeping things from him. It had never worked.

Nothing could have prepared Satoru for your next words when you stood in front of him and looked him in the eye.

“Satoru, do you remember Ikeda?”

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Next: Part VIII

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silentsamlikesham · 7 months

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More Zosan fluff because I'm obsessed. Slight hurt!Zoro. Pre-relationship massages

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It’s only as Sanji signs off the last of the stock in his logbook that he realises how quiet it is. He’s not sure he’s ever gotten through a full review without someone crashing into the kitchen to interrupt him.

The crew may be asleep at this hour, but still, usually whoever is on watch will find an excuse to want a snack or a drink. Sanji slips the book back into the little shelf beneath the sink, brushing himself off as he stands, stretching out his limbs after having leant over the kitchen counter for the last hour or so.

Perhaps everyone was too tired. They’d had a long few days of fighting on an island that now was, fortunately, miles behind them. He’d only woken up from his own injuries a few hours ago, hence why he was wide awake now as the moon sat high above them.

Who was even on watch tonight? Surely, he hadn’t gotten it confused and it’s meant to be himself up in the crow’s nest.

He sticks his head out the window of the galley and cranes his neck upwards, spotting a familiar flash of green in the moonlight. Huh. If it was Zoro up there, Sanji definitely should have seen him by now.

He closes the window and finds his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip.

“What happened?” Sanji had slurred the question as soon as he opened his eyes, lying comfortably in the ship’s infirmary.

“You took a hit to the head. Chopper says you’re fine though.”

It was Nami settled beside him, a map spread across her lap as she watched over him.

He’d tried to put on his usual grandeur with thanking her and complimenting her, but he coughed half-way through his first chant. She’d passed him a glass of water with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Take it easy, you’re bruised all over. Zoro wasn’t exactly gentle dragging you here either, it wasn’t easy with his own wounds.”

Moss head had brought him to the ship?

Sanji grabs a bottle of wine he’s hidden behind several sacks of grain and makes the quick decision to head to the crow’s nest. He convinces himself it’s to even the field, to not feel like he owed Zoro anything for getting him back safely. There was no other reason he’d willingly check in on the idiot. He didn’t need Sanji’s worry. That’s not what they did.

He climbs the crow’s nest, his chest complaining every time he stretches a hand upwards, gripping at the rope ladder and hoisting himself higher and higher. He doesn’t bother knocking, just swings the hatch open.

Zoro is sat facing the hatch, his back resting against the wooden curved wall of the crow's nest as his head almost hangs over the edge. His legs are sprawled out with his swords sitting half over his lap. His eyes had been closed, and for a moment Sanji wonders if the bastard had fallen asleep.

His eyes open slowly, glaring at the intruder, his gaze hardening further when he realises it’s the damn cook that’s come to annoy him.

“What do you want.”

His voice is strained, missing its usual bite. It’s then Sanji notices how rigid the man is sitting, not lounging like he usually does when he’s on watch.

“Thought you were dead up here when you didn’t come looking for a drink.” Sanji scoffs as he slowly pulls himself up, closing the door shut with a wince as a twinge of pain courses from his wrist to his shoulder. He should really keep track of which limbs he shouldn’t be swinging around.

“So, you brought me one?” Zoro is instantly suspicious, eyeing up the bottle like it’s laced with poison, or maybe it’s going to explode.

“Don’t get used to it.” Sanji warns, pulling the cork from the top of it and taking a swig. It’s a welcome distraction as he sits down beside the brute, more pain blossoming along his hamstrings at the action. He passes the bottle without a glance at the other, the sloshing of wine the only sound between them.

Zoro just grunts, not in the mood to fight the cook. He takes the bottle and downs at least a glass worth of the liquor, sighing happily as he settles it between them.

He squirms after moving his shoulder, his back aching from being thrown into a wall the day before. Usually, he could take it but the damn fishman had knocked him hard. No matter how he sat or lay down now, nothing could keep the discomfort away.

Zoro had even tried mediating earlier, thinking about anything but his pain, but it didn’t work. There just wasn’t enough pain to block out, it was more like an irritating throb. He’d forget about it but then the tiniest shift of his shoulder or back muscles would have his muscles convulsing and tightening in odd ways. He shifts his weight as softly as he can, hoping the cook doesn’t notice the weakness.

Of course, he does. Sanji can see the strain in Zoro’s neck, the sweat pooling on Zoro’s brow despite the cool temperature in the crow’s nest and the sea breeze that brushes past them. The idiot is in pain, maybe even more than Sanji is.

“You should get some painkillers from the infirmary; Chopper keeps them in the first aid box.” Sanji suggests, wondering if he hasn’t left yet because he’s too tired to try moving again or because seeing Zoro like this is unsettling enough that he doesn’t want to leave the swordsman alone.

“Fuck off.” Zoro groans, his skin crawling at the concern. Maybe a fight with the cook would be better, he hates how soft his gaze feels right now. He’s looking at Zoro like he’s fragile.“I dragged your sorry ass back here, why don’t you worry about yourself.”

“Shut up, stupid moss for brains. Just because I hate the sight of you doesn’t mean I can’t suggest something as simple as pain killers when you’re obviously in pain. No need to get so fucking defensive.” Sanji bites back, his hackles raised, definitely not getting defensive himself.

“M’fine.” Zoro insists, shutting his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Sanji’s stupid eyebrows any longer.

“Clearly.” Sanji mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What are you even still doing here, it’s my watch. You’ve done your little delivery, leave me alone.”

The cook never hangs around like this. Zoro wonders if it’s some pride thing, maybe Curley was feeling embarrassed having to be dragged home. Well, that’s not Zoro’s fault. Maybe next time the idiot can just stay conscious.

Sanji lights a cigarette instead. Blowing the smoke upwards against the stars. With his eyes closed Sanji can take a longer look at his crewmate without worrying about a sudden sword being pulled on him.

Zoro can sleep anywhere. After being a swordsman and being capable of getting lost anywhere he goes, his ability to sleep is what he’s most infamous for amongst the crew. He can even nap standing up, Sanji has witnessed it himself.

Yet, he looks uncomfortable right now. Sitting in maybe one of his favourite napping spots on the whole ship. His posture is all wrong, his shoulders bunched up, his neck straining to keep his head at an odd angle.

Sanji is probably about to get a limb cut off, but despite it being Zoro, he still doesn’t like seeing one of his nakama in pain. Unless of course it was Sanji’s doing.

He picks up the wine bottle right as Zoro reaches blindly for it, the sound of it scraping off the wood enough to have him opening his eyes, narrowing them in suspicion as Sanji holds the bottle just out of reach.

“Turn around.” Sanji insists, trying to sound as calm as possible as not to set their usual bickering off.

“Huh?” Zoro grumbles, completely taken aback by being ordered to do anything by the cook.

“Turn around, dumbass.” Sanji retorts, his patience running out immediately. Okay, so apparently, he had none when it came to Zoro.

“I don’t take orders from you, dart-brow.”

Sanji digs his fingernails into the palm of his free hand to stop himself from raising his leg and forcing Zoro to do it.

“You want the drink, turn around. I’m not going to clobber you, Marimo.”

“What the fuck do you want then?” Zoro tilts his head, looking surprisingly cute- STUPID. Looking incredibly stupid as he tries to work out what Sanji is up to.

Sanji waves the bottle teasingly instead, and Zoro realises he’s way too sore to be putting up with Sanji’s shit. So, with a sigh he grabs the bottle lightning fast and spins 90 degrees away from Sanji. Resting his shoulder heavily on the crows nest.

The position is so much worse, his legs being forced to bend against the curve of the space. His shoulders and back complain as they’re forced to hold himself up. Maybe the idiot cook just didn’t want Zoro to see him struggle to his feet. Whatever, he’d be gone quicker this way.

But Sanji doesn’t get up. Instead, he finds himself choking as his throat tightens, staring at the unprotected back of his crewmate. A back that Zoro defended with his life, a back he would never leave open to an enemy, would never allow a blade to pierce or mark. Here it was, unprotected, pointing at who Sanji imagined was Zoro’s least favourite person on the ship.

He shakes himself out of the train of thought. He’s definitely overthinking this.

Still, he going to appreciate the trust while he has it. It means something special. So, carefully he scoots forwards, sitting on his knees behind Zoro despite the prickles of pain in his legs from the position.

Zoro jumps when he places his hands on the dip of the other man’s shoulders, right beside his neck.

“What the fuck are you-” Zoro’s panicked question is cut off by Sanji digging his skilled fingers into the lump of muscle there, using pressure to ease the tension away. Zoro can feel things unclicking, pain unfurling from a tight ache to a more bearable throb before it seems to melt away entirely.

Sanji chuckles as the fight leaves the Marimo straight away, the hand that had clasped his swords, ready to smash a hilt into the side of Sanji’s head, lets go. He even places the wine down beside him. Resting his hands on his thighs now as he accidentally moans under his next breath.

Sanji is pushing the bottom of his palm outwards now, dragging the knots until they dissapeared beneath his touch. His thumbs catche more tension along the top of Zoro’s back and Zoro hisses as finally he can drop his shoulders without a shooting pain running from his neck to the bottom of his spine.

“Wha-What are you doing.” Zoro should be embarrassed by how breathless he sounds but as Sanji places the side of his pinkie finger against his spin and pushes harshly outwards towards the back of his shoulder blade, dislodging hours of tension and pain in a couple of swift swipes, he can’t help it.

It feels good.

“Stewing in pain is only going to lock up every muscle in your back, Mossbrain. Just let me take care of it.” Let me take care of you.

“Why?” Zoro groans, trying to twist his head to get a read on the cook, but he flinches as his neck tweaks.

Sanji seems to notice the issues and brushes his hands upwards. His fingers grind into the base of his neck, pushing out and downwards, dragging the tension low before massaging it away.

He doesn't know how to answer Zoro's question, so he lets his hands speak for him.

His fingers brush through the stubble of spikey hair at the base of Zoro’s neck and the swordsman lets in a sharp breath at the tingles that explode from the touch. His brain feels like it’s short circuiting trying to rationalise that Sanji could make him feel this way, could make him relax against his touch, make him lean into his personal space, suddenly yearning to be closer.

“Hmm, maybe I should start calling you putty instead of Moss.” Sanji teases, pleasantly surprised by how the Marimo was unwinding under his touch now. He must have been in more discomfort than Sanji had first thought.

“Fuck off.” There’s no heat in the comeback. Not when Zoro’s head is now lolling comfortably forward for the first time in two days. His chin nestled against his chest as Sanji continues working through both his shoulders.

Silence stretching out between them. Neither of them sure what to say as Sanji, always one to enjoy helping his crew, comes to terms with enjoying helping Zoro for the first time. While Zoro is struggling to stay awake as after a day of being unable to nap ends with finally finding solace from the aches.

He feels warm all over, his chest now swaying with the push and pull of Sanji’s motions. Every time the Cook’s hands make their way back up to his neck, he feels like he’s being electrocuted and then smothered in a warm blanket. His eyelids are drooping now, not the best situation for someone who’s meant to be on watch for the next few hours.

Sanji notices the fatigue taking hold of him. Notices the fists uncurling into shaky fingers. He’s never seen Zoro look so unsteady.

Well, things were weird enough already, and Sanji isn’t someone who cares for somebody half-arsed.

He pulls his hands away, blushing at the involuntary whimper from Zoro who seems to instantly tense at the sound. The idiot clears his throat and is probably about to say or do something incredibly stupid when Sanji sits directly behind him, his back against the wall, and before Zoro can react, he reaches a hand around to Zoro’s chest and pulls him harshly backwards.

Zoro stares at the stars and the last of the smoke pluming from Sanji’s cigarette. He stares at the upturned chin and calculating eyes of the cook, confused at how he’d gotten into this position.

His face heats up and he’s about to fight back, to uppercut the jerk and kick him out of the crow’s nest, massage or not, the fucker can’t just-

A hand reaches up and ruffles through Zoro’s hair. His eyes almost roll back as he relaxes and feels his back melt peacefully into the thick thighs beneath him. Any fight leaves him as Sanji scratches his scalp, his eyelids fluttering closed as the blonde idiot chuckles fondly.

“Go to sleep, Marimo. I’ll handle the watch.”

“What the fucks gotten into you.” Zoro grumbles, trying to act pissed off as he feels himself slipping away. Leaving himself at the mercy of the Cook.

Sanji doesn’t answer. Instead, he struggles with the question for the next few hours. His hands absentmindedly trace over Zoro’s hair and his chest as he watches the green idiot’s breath even out, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful continuous rhythm.

He tries to convince himself this was all so Zoro couldn’t use saving him as a comeback for the next few weeks. That this was all cannon fodder to tease the Mosshead about for years to come. But as Zoro starts to snore, Sanji realises he like the pressure on his lap.

He likes the warmth that radiates off the human stove.

He likes taking care of Zoro.

Finally, just as the sun peaks the horizon, as the sky changes colour above them and when Sanji is certain no one is awake for miles, that he’s the only one capable of hearing his own thoughts…he thinks to himself, maybe he just likes Zoro.

#zosan fanfic #zosan fluff #zosan #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #roronoa zoro #fanfic #one piece zosan #one piece #massage #boyfriends #sanji juat likes taking care of people #theyre in love your honor #zoro and sanji #zoro x sanji

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gippynippyhadaskippy · 6 months

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Secrets; Mizu x mixed!fem!Reader

A/n: Hiiii welcome to my first post! I'm pretty new to Tumblr and saw the Mizu posts then I grew inspired, I'm so obsessed with my wife that it's not funny ya'll. Anyway, Let me know if you want a part 2!

Warnings: Violence

More Notes: Mizu's pronouns are he/him until the reader knows otherwise.

Incense filled his senses as the publicly proclaimed samurai said his prayers, his lips cracked and voice gravelly.

A man watched from outside the shrine, the cold making only his breath visible. Nothing else about him was, his all-black attire head-to-toe. The katana at his side was slightly unsheathed from the tsuka.

Ready, waiting.

Then the target started moving, extinguishing the incense before getting up with ease. The samurai walked out of the shrine, and he met eyes with the man. Short, but that was all he picked up since he was covered with black fabrics, gloves, a mask, and a kasa. The only thing that should’ve been visible were his eyes, but he looked down, avoiding eye contact.

Until he wasn’t.

Was it the shadow of his kasa or was that his skin? The samurai didn’t have time to think before a dagger was thrown at his head. He swiftly dodged it not bothering to move much, through his yellowed glasses he furrowed his brow at the stranger, coming to the assumption that money was placed on him.

The samurai unsheathed his blade, the hunter mirroring him. A couple breaths were exchanged in the winter air before they clashed blades. The samurai stepped closer and tried to cut the man diagonally, but the hired sword blocked and grabbed his wrist side-stepping before using the momentum to throw him to the snowy ground, but the samurai had different plans, he used his height advantage to hook his arm around the back of the man’s neck causing them both to tumble.

The swords were discarded, punches were thrown, and strangely the air felt electrified. A lip was split and it stained the powder snow, yellowed glasses were knocked off and there it was. Blue, like the sky or a still lake. The man had no time to be surprised only slightly widening his eyes. The samurai spat in his face, taking advantage of his blindness, he rolled on top of him.

Then a punch, two punches, three before the man's mask fell, his kasa long forgotten. Curly hair spilled around him, his brown skin showing clearly in the daylight, his…long eyelashes outlining the shape of her eyes, and her full lips clenched shut and split, bleeding.

Her.

Her?

The samurai couldn’t believe his blue eyes, a woman? Pretending to be a man?

She was dazed from the force of the punches, likely to pass out any second.

“Who are you?”

But it was no use, she was out cold.

The samurai put her mask and kasa back on and carried her to the shrine, then continued on his way, conflicted.

She awoke with a start the next morning and looked around her confused then an annoyed huff.

“Great.”

If only she knew the blue-eyed samurais' secret, and how similar it was to hers.

#mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #mizu x you #mizu bes #first post #:3

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valkyriexo · 27 days

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Invasion of Privacy | Ep. 3 - Knock, Knock

ᑉ³SYNOPSIS; In the dazzling world of fame, you have it all—a beautiful home, devoted fans, and Chan, the love of your life. But when cryptic messages start arriving, the line between adoration and obsession blurs. With each note, you feel increasingly unsafe. Now, you're on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth before it's too late.

ᑉ³PAIRING; Chan x Idol! reader. Ft. Stray Kids

ᑉ³GENRE; Smau, FF , Angst, Hurt, Comfort, mystery

ᑉ³GENERAL WARNINGS ;Violence, Sasaeng (Stalker). Mentions of a knife, mentions of blood, Home invasion, cursing, Kissing, Pain, death, Implied female reader, Certain episodes may be Suggestive MDNI ᑉ³EPISODE WARNINGS; None.

EPISODE WORD COUNT; 4K

AUTHOR'S NOTE ; Episode 3! Thank you for your kind comments on the story so far!

If you enjoyed this episode, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Whether it's through comments, reblogs, or sending an ask, your feedback means the world to me. Remember none of this is real. It is a story. It is fiction. You can choose not to read it if it will make you uncomfortable.

Master Post | Teaser | Suspect Cards

As the stress of recent events weighed heavily on your shoulders, Chan's suggestion of getting a massage seemed like a welcomed reprieve. With a gentle yet insistent nudge, he convinced you to take some time for yourself, to relax and unwind amidst the chaos that surrounded you.

As you stepped into the serene sanctuary of the spa, you felt a sense of peace. The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm, inviting hue across the reception area, where the tranquil melody of gentle instrumental music floated through the air.

The receptionist, a picture of hospitality and grace, greeted you with a welcoming smile as you approached.

"Welcome to Serenity Spa," she said, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. "How may I assist you today?"

Your shoulders sagged with the weight of recent events, and with a grateful exhale, you replied, "I'm here for a massage, just looking to relieve some stress."

"Of course," the receptionist nodded empathetically. "We have a variety of options to suit your needs. Would you prefer a deep tissue massage to work out those knots, or perhaps a relaxing Swedish massage to melt away tension?"

"Swedish sounds perfect," you replied, already feeling the tension in your muscles easing at the mere thought.

With a knowing smile, the receptionist gestured toward a cozy seating area adorned with plush armchairs and a small table set with a delicate arrangement of wine and chocolates.

"While you wait for your therapist, please feel free to indulge in some refreshments." Gratefully accepting the offer, you sank into one of the inviting armchairs, the promise of relaxation tantalizingly close. With a sigh of contentment, you selected a piece of rich, dark chocolate, savoring its velvety sweetness as you awaited your moment of bliss.

As you enjoyed the decadent treat, the receptionist returned with a glass of chilled white wine, its crisp aroma mingling with the faint scent of lavender that permeated the air.

"Here you go," she said with a warm smile, setting the glass down on the table before you. "I hope this adds to your relaxation experience."

"Thank you," you replied, lifting the glass to your lips and taking a slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe your parched throat. The combination of the wine's subtle sweetness and the indulgent chocolate seemed to further lull your senses into a state of tranquility.

Before long, the receptionist gestured gracefully towards the hallway. "Your treatment room is ready now. Please follow me."

You followed her down the hallway, the gentle glow of candlelight guiding your way. Upon reaching the treatment room, she opened the door and gestured for you to enter. "Please make yourself comfortable in the robe provided and lay face down on the massage table. Your therapist will be with you shortly."

Gratefully, you slipped into the plush robe, its soft fabric enveloping you in warmth and comfort. Taking a moment to admire the serene ambiance of the room, you then obediently climbed onto the massage table, settling onto the soft linens and resting your head on the fluffy pillow.

As you closed your eyes and let out a sigh of anticipation, the scent of lavender filled your senses, calming your mind and soothing your soul.

As the masseuse entered the room, a serene presence with a gentle demeanor, they didn't utter a single word. Instead, they simply proceeded to perform the massage with practiced precision.

Under their skilled hands, the tension in your muscles slowly began to melt away, replaced by a blissful sensation of relaxation. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully present in the moment, letting go of the worries that had been weighing you down. Each knead and stroke seemed to coax the stress from your muscles, leaving you feeling weightless and serene.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, the massage drew to a close, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Chan for his thoughtful suggestion. With a soft sigh, you gathered your belongings and prepared to leave, feeling lighter and more rejuvenated than you had in ages.

But as soon as you turned to leave, your eyes caught sight of something unexpected—a small piece of paper tucked beneath the edge of the massage table. Curious, you reached for it, unfolding the note with trembling fingers.

A chill ran down your spine as you realized the significance of the message.

The person had been here.

Fear clenched at your heart as you realized the depths of their obsession. No longer were they content with mere gifts and letters—they had infiltrated your sanctuary.

Your space.

The once peaceful atmosphere of the spa now felt suffocating, oppressive even, as though the walls themselves were closing in around you.

You couldn't stay here any longer. You pocketed the note, your hands trembling as you gathered your belongings. You hastily exited the spa, the note burning a hole in your pocket as you raced towards the waiting car. Your bodyguard, ever vigilant, sprinted behind you, his pace matching your frantic steps as you both hurried to safety.

Breathless and heart pounding, you finally reached the car, flinging open the door and practically diving inside. Your bodyguard wasted no time, slamming the door shut before taking his place behind the wheel, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

As the car roared to life, you couldn't shake the feeling of eyes boring into your back, the weight of the person's gaze following you even as you sped away from the scene. Each passing moment only heightened your sense of dread, the knowledge that you were being watched a constant, suffocating presence.

When you finally arrived home, you felt a sense of relief as you burst through the door, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of security. But your moment of respite was short-lived, shattered by the sight of Felix and Chan in the living room. You could hear the other boys nearby in the other room playing among us.

"How was the spa? Did you have fun?" Chan's eyes remained glued to the screen, not yet registering the distress etched on your face.

Their expressions shifted from concern to alarm as they both looked up at you, their voices falling silent as they took in your tear-streaked face. The concern etched on their features deepened as they realized the distress in your eyes. Their voices blended together in a chorus of worry.

"What happened?"

"Are you okay?" Chan's voice was laced with concern as he moved to comfort you, his arms outstretched.

But you couldn't find the words to explain, couldn't bring yourself to admit the full extent of the danger that loomed over you. Instead, you collapsed into Chan's embrace. And as you clung to Chan, you couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.

Feeling the weight of your silence, Chan gently pulled back to look into your eyes, his expression filled with compassion and understanding.

"Talk to me," he urged softly.

With a trembling hand, you retrieved the crumpled note from your pocket, the words burning with accusation.

Wordlessly, you handed the note to Chan, watching as his expression shifted from concern to alarm as he read the words scrawled upon the paper. The color drained from his face, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to explain, but the words caught in your throat. "I-I found it at the spa," you managed to choke out, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

Chan's grip tightened around you, his brows furrowing in concern. "Did you see anyone? Anyone who could have left this?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.

You shook your head, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over you. "No, I didn't see anyone," you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

Chan's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he processed your words. He glanced at the crumpled note in his hand, then back at you, a look of realization dawning on his face. "You've been on edge the past few days," he said slowly, waving the note. "Is this why?"

You hesitated, the lump in your throat growing larger. "Yes," you admitted softly. "This isn't the first note I've received."

Chan's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of anger and hurt crossing his features. "What?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why didn't you tell me? How long has this been going on?"

You felt guilty as you tried to steady your breathing. "It's been a few days," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've gotten two other letters. I thought it was just a prank at first, but then it kept happening. I didn't want to worry you."

Chan's face contorted, his hands shaking slightly as he held the note. "Why didn't you come to me? We could have dealt with this together."

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it on my own, but it's gotten worse."

Chan's voice softened, but there was still a sharp edge of hurt in it. "Do you not trust me?" he asked, his eyes trying to search for yours. "Do you think I wouldn't care, or that I couldn't help you?"

Felix, sensing the rising tension, stood up and quietly excused himself. "I'm just going to... give you two some space," he said, slipping into another room and leaving you and Chan alone to talk.

Chan's anger was palpable, but beneath it was a deep well of concern and fear for your safety. "I could have helped you," he continued, his voice softer but still tinged with frustration. "I could have done something to protect you. Why did you think you had to handle this on your own?"

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice. "Of course I trust you, Chan," you said, your voice trembling. "I just didn't want to drag you into this mess. I was scared."

Chan sighed, his anger melting into a look of pained concern. He reached out and gently cupped your face, lifting your gaze to meet his. "You're never a burden to me," he said softly, his eyes searching yours. "I want to be there for you, to help you through this. But you have to let me in. "

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I just... I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want to help you."

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Chan pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with unwavering determination. "You don't have to find out," he said firmly.

Chan took a deep breath, then asked, "Can you show me the other letters? We need to gather everything for the police." You nodded, standing up and heading to your room where you had hidden the other letters.

As you made your way down the hallway, the sound of laughter and animated chatter spilled out from the game room where the other boys were engrossed in a game of Among Us. Their voices, loud as ever, filled the air with energy. You caught snippets of their conversation as you passed by, one of them exclaiming, "I swear it's not me this time!"

Your heart pounded as you approached the drawer where you had kept them. Sliding it open, your eyes widened in shock.

The letters were gone.

As you frantically searched for the missing letters, confusion and disbelief washed hit you. How could they have vanished into thin air? Had you imagined receiving them in the first place? Doubt crept into your mind, gnawing at your sanity as you questioned the validity of your own experiences.

Frustration mounted as you retraced your steps, scouring every corner of your home in a desperate attempt to find any trace of the letters. But no matter how hard you looked, they remained out of reach.

With each passing moment, your anxiety grew, your mind consumed by the uncertainty of what was real and what was merely a figment of your imagination. Had you truly received those messages, or was it all just a trick of your mind?

"Chan," you called out, your voice trembling with a new wave of fear.

"They're gone."

Chan hurried to your side, looking into the empty drawer with a mixture of confusion and alarm. "Are you sure this is where you put them?" he asked, trying to stay calm.

You nodded frantically. "Yes, I was sure I put them right here. They were here this morning."

Chan ran a hand through his hair, his expression tense. "This means someone has been in here. They knew exactly where to look."

The realization sent a chill down your spine. "But how? Who could have done this?"

Chan's jaw tightened. "We need to call the police right now. Whoever did this might still be nearby."

A thought struck you, and you turned to Chan with wide eyes. "What time did the boys get here? I was out at the spa for a while."

Chan's brow furrowed as he thought back. "I got here around an hour ago, but some of the boys were already here when I arrived. That's not uncommon, though. They're here all the time."

Your mind raced. "Who exactly was here when you arrived?"

"Changbin and Han" Chan replied. "They were already in the house."

Your heart pounded in your chest. "Did they say anything about when they got here?"

Chan shook his head. "No, but I didn't think to ask. It seemed normal since we're always in and out of each other's places."

Your mind raced as you processed Chan's words. Changbin and Han being in the house raised a slew of unsettling possibilities. "Did they seem... off to you at all?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's brow furrowed in thought. "No, they were acting pretty normal," he replied.

A knot formed in your stomach as you considered the implications. "Do you think they could be involved somehow?" you asked, the fear evident in your voice.

Chan hesitated, his expression troubled. "I don't know," he admitted.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to piece together the puzzle. "We need to tell the police everything," you said, your voice resolute. "Every detail could be important."

Chan nodded in agreement. "Do you have any other evidence that we can give to the police?" he asked, his tone serious.

Your mind raced as you tried to think of anything else that could help. And then it hit you. "The gift basket," you said, your voice rising with urgency.

Chan's eyes widened in realization. "Of course," he said, his voice firm. "Let's find it."

Together, you hurried to the spot where the gift basket had been placed earlier.

You and Chan began sifting through the mess, carefully examining each item for any clues or signs of tampering. It didn't take long before Chan's hand paused, his fingers brushing against something hard inside of the teddy bear.

With a deft motion, Chan revealed what lay hidden inside—a small, sleek device, its surface gleaming ominously in the dim light. Your breath caught in your throat as you recognized it for what it was—

an audio recording device.

"They've been listening to us," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing in anger. "We need to call the police," he said firmly. "This just went from bad to worse."

You nodded in silent agreement, your mind reeling with the implications of the discovery. The invasion of privacy, the violation—it was all too much to bear.

A few minutes later, the peaceful night night was shattered by the sudden appearance of red and blue lights flashing outside of your house.

"Hey, what's going on?" Changbin asked, appearing from the hallway. "Why is there a police car outside?"

You exchanged a glance with Chan. "There's been an issue," you explained carefully, choosing your words with caution. "It's gotten bad and we found a hidden recording device in the gift basket."

Changbin's eyes widened in shock, his concern deepening. "Are you serious? That's messed up," he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

As more of the boys began to gather in the living room, their expressions mirrored a mixture of confusion and concern at the sight of the police car outside.

As Detective Ji-Hoon Park arrived at the scene, you and Chan briefed him on the unsettling events that had unfolded—the mysterious notes, the intrusion into your house, and the discovery of the hidden recording device.

Detective Park listened attentively, his expression inscrutable as he absorbed the details of your story. After taking notes and asking a few clarifying questions, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your cooperation," he said, his voice measured. "I'll need to gather some evidence and speak with any witnesses to piece together what happened."

You and Chan exchanged a glance, a shared sense of relief. With Detective Park leading the investigation, you felt a bit of hope that the truth would soon come to light.

Detective Park conducted his interviews with each individual separately, a methodical approach aimed at uncovering the truth behind the unsettling events.

As Detective Park began questioning Hyunjin, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Hyunjin's usually confident demeanor faltered under the detective's scrutiny, his gaze shifting uncomfortably as he struggled to provide coherent answers. Detective Park's probing questions seemed to hit a nerve, prompting Hyunjin to stammer and hesitate, his responses growing increasingly evasive. Despite his attempts to maintain composure, a sense of unease emanated from him, casting doubt upon his every word. As the interrogation continued, the weight of suspicion seemed to loom heavier upon Hyunjin, leaving the others in the room on edge as they watched the unfolding exchange.

After, Detective Park pulled you aside, his expression serious as he spoke privately to you. "I need to be honest with you," he began, his voice low and confidential. "At this point in the investigation, everyone is a suspect."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Everyone?" you echoed, the weight of the suspicion heavy upon your shoulders.

Detective Park nodded, his gaze fixed on you. "Until we have concrete evidence pointing to a specific individual, we have to consider all possibilities," he explained. "I know it's unsettling, but it's important to remain vigilant."

You nodded, swallowing hard as you absorbed his words. The thought that someone close to you could be responsible for the threats and intrusions sent a chill down your spine.

"I want you to be cautious," Detective Park continued, his tone firm. "Avoid having people over unless absolutely necessary, and make sure everything is securely locked at all times. If anything else pops up—no matter how small or insignificant it may seem—call me personally."

You nodded again. "Thank you, Detective," you said

With a nod of acknowledgment, Detective Park gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before returning his attention to the ongoing investigation.

In the end, you were left with more questions than answers, the disappearance of the letters shrouded in mystery and uncertainty. And as you grappled with the unsettling implications of their absence, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching you, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike again.

As you considered the list of potential suspects, each name weighed heavily on your mind. Your bodyguard, your assistant, Minho, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin and Chan—all of them had been in the house since the letters had arrived. Each one could potentially be the culprit behind the mysterious disappearance.

The thought of suspecting those closest to you filled you with a sense of unease and betrayal. These were people you trusted, people you considered friends and confidants. The idea that one of them could be behind such sinister actions was almost too much to bear.

But you couldn't afford to let your guard down. Whoever was responsible for the letters was playing a dangerous game, and you needed to stay vigilant if you were going to uncover the truth. Yet, at the same time, you couldn't bring yourself to voice your suspicions to your friends—not when the evidence was circumstantial at best.

With a heavy heart, you resolved to keep a closer eye on those around you, searching for any signs of deception or malice. Until then, you would remain vigilant, determined to uncover the identity of the mysterious stalker lurking in the shadows.

As Detective Park concluded his questioning and prepared to leave, a sense of unease lingered in the air. You watched in silence as he gathered his notes and bid farewell to the others.

Feeling drained and on edge, the boys exchanged uneasy glances, the events of the evening weighing heavily on their minds. It was clear that no one felt comfortable staying any longer.

With reluctant farewells and promises to stay in touch, the boys made their way home, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the chilling realization that the nightmare was far from over.

But as you began to say your goodbyes, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

Seungmin and Minho were never here.

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rinbowaman · 9 months

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can you do y/n sending heethan a moaning audio?🫶🫶

"The Sweet Sound of Wind Chimes..."

Warnings: yeah this is like full on porn. its nearly pure smut but its really good...probably the most detailed (or one of the most) detailed smut scenes i've written (def the most for a drabble/request) so here it is. ;) there is mentions of murder, hints of violence and ofc, theres the crazed obsession that our man has for his y/n. (yandere life) also if you know me or are familiar with my works, like most of them, this isnt proofread. sorry.

“Huh, she sent me an audio?” Heeseung thought to himself as he adjusted the volume in his car. With the bluetooth connected, he pushes play and the vibrating beat of your voice echoes through his car. You were moaning. You were whimpering. You were biting your lip and gasping near the end of the audio bit. Just what were you doing when you made this? You were in class, at least....that's where he dropped you off five minutes ago.

But oh the sound was addicting. it was music to his ears, fact, he replayed the audio over and over again. He couldn't get enough.

"Fuck......" he whispers out.

"Another one?" Heeseung mentally noted as his thumb hovers over the play button. "Sweet death come to me....."

The delightful sound of your wind-chime voice reaches a pitch high enough to break glass, but it was so soothing and angelic. The way your tone soared through like a spear and punctured his ears as you gasped out and whined, the very same sound you make when he.....

*knock knock*

Turning his head slowly, not even startled by the interruption, Heeseung faces the opposite window, and sees Jake. Rolling down the window, Jake pops his head in as he greets his best friend.

"Hey man, you coming in? Class is about to start."

Heeseung merely looked at Jake for a moment, causing the man to form a confused smirk as he starts to recognize that lustful shine in Heeseung's eye.

"Ah, you're thinking about y/n again. Well today is a short day so you'll see her soon. Lets go man."

Still looking at Jake with soulless eyes, Heeseung simply places his phone down and starts his car back up.

"Hey, are you leaving??" Jake utters as he steps back from the car. With the window still rolled down, Heeseung speaks out as he starts to back out of the parking space.

"I'm taking an administrative delay, i'll be in later. Tell the professors for me."

Chuckling, Jake waves goodbye as Heeseung drives off.

....................

Lonesomely, you stand in the locker room. Leaned onto the row of the steel doors, you rest your hip and shoulder against the lockers while your fingers remained under the skirt of your dress. The straps coming loose and draping down over your shoulders, with the tie string in the front undone, exposing more of the supple curves of your cleavage. Tilting your head against the locker, you become zoned out as the thought of Heeseung....and Ethan slamming into you was too much to bear just in thought. Perhaps you were close to ovulating? Why were the thoughts so strong this time around? Flipping over towards your side, you leaned more inward with half your chest pressing against the steel wall. So engrossed with the image of him thrusting into you, you bit down on your lip hard as you further craved for him, causing you to moan and whimper aloud.

"Mmm...uuuuuuugh......"

"i'm here baby."

his deep voice emerged from behind, startling you yet his immediate grasp around your waist snapped you right back into the filthy mindset you had just seconds before he snuck up on you.

"He...Heeseung."

"Shhhh...i'm going to fix it." with his traditional saying, he tugs you inward and pushes you up against the lockers, causing your chest and breasts smashing against the steel doors. Your hands reach up and become plastered, palm on the cold metal as you stabilize yourself, perking your rear up and curving your lower back at a distinct arch. You were ready.

Scooting your dress up, he collects the pretty floral material to coil around your waist as he smooths his hands around the most narrow part, just above your hip. You felt so soft....you always felt soft.

His thumbs extend over and circulates around your rear cheeks. Your derriere was large, bouncy, and supple, just the way he liked it. It always amazed him, how you could keep your ass so perky and large, round, and buoyant, yet he's never seen you do squats to enlarge it. Guess you were just built perfectly.....for him.

Leaning his chest over your back, his nose caresses your ear as he licks inside of it, nibbling on the lobe, causing you to whine like a child. "tell me what you want, pretty baby...." his voice started to transition, he was merging to his Ethan side, becoming half and half.

"mmm....." you moaned out.

"I said tell me."

"F-fuck....fuck me.....Heeseung fuck me......"

"ahh...very good."

With his member poking out of the opening in his trousers, he slides the large length in between your cheeks, poking the head out from above as he squeezes your rear to hug the shaft. Thrusting slowly, he continues to hug his length with your plump bottom, watching as the tip extends out in the open.

The feeling of him fucking your rear cheeks was immensely pleasurable and painful, it had caused your yearning state to soar through the tip of your burning desire and you nearly cried, you were reaching a breaking point.

"ugh! please!! please!! please!!" you begged.

"You gonna talk dirty for me?"

"yes! Yes!!"

"you gonna be nasty?"

"yes!"

"yeah? you sure?"

"Yes! please!...i'll do whatever you want...just please......i-inside....."

"mmhmm..." he deeply chuckles as he feeds the tip into your entry, yet unlike all the other times, he decided to toy with you just a little more. Once the bulging tip was inside, he rests and keeps it at the base of your opening, refraining from sliding the remainder of his length in...though it was extremely hard for him to do. With a shaky groan, he releases an unsteady breath as he smirks and continues to tease you.

"Tell me......mm...fuck....tell me what you were thinking about when you sent me that audio....." he tilts his head back and winces his eyes shut upon feeling you squeezing his tip. His Adam's Apple exposed fully as he faces the ceiling.

"Ttttthinking...thinking about....y-you.......fffffffucking me......mmmm fuck me......" you stuttered out as you started to move your hips back and forth. As soon as you started moving, his grip around your waist tightened as he pushes you forward, furthering meshing you against the steel wall to hold you steady. Your cheek pressed up against the cool surface, with your hands remaining propped up against the wall as your cleavage squeezes against said surface and becomes overly plump from the pressure.

"Yeah? what else?" he deeply chokes out as he slides a couple inches inside.

"Ugh! more! more!"

"Tell me what else then."

"fucking....fucking me hard.......cumming...cumming inside.....lots....lots of cum....i want it..i want it all..." moaning a mess of words, you tilted your head back, allowing your hair to drape down and reaching his finger tips, which he delightfully coiled around as he maintained his grasp around your waist. With his thumbs stroking the indented curve and lining of your back, formed by the arch, his soft and tender notion appeals to you as he continues.

"my pretty baby wants it all?"

"yes...yes!!"

"you dont want to share with anyone, do you?"

"no! NO!"

"and you dont want me to share you with anyone, right?"

"No..no sharing....no sharing!"

"You belong to me, and i belong to you, right?"

"yes! Yes!"

Inch by inch, he slowly slides in the remainder of his length. "You're all mine? You gonna follow my rules and only be mine? You gonna eat, sleep, taste, dream, smell, and breathe only me for the rest of your life?"

"yes! Yes! oh my god yes! mmmm please!"

"say it. say that i'm your everything...."

"yo-you're my everything! my everything!" your voice reaching a high pitch and cracking near the last bit, he was so close to fully feeding his dick inside, you could feel the base of his groin against your rear cheeks.

"you know you're my everything?"

"yes!"

"You know i would do anything for you?"

"Yes!"

Reaching a hand up and around your neck, he pulls your head back to rest against his chest. Burying his mouth into your ear, he whispers....

"You know i'll kill anyone if they ever touch or look at you?"

"yess........yes......" you moaned out. You knew that he wasn't bluffing, he killed before and you believe he'd kill again....all because the man was insanely obsessed with you. you were his and his alone. while his demeanor and actions would scare others, it thrilled and fed your deepest and wildest desires. because of this man, you were saved from the ugliness of the world countless times....because he loved you.

"you like that....dont you?" he smirks as he starts to thrust in more, his base reaching and closing in against your taint.

"yessssss...."

"you like it when the monster comes out?"

"yes......"

"you like it when the monster bites?"

"yes."

"you like it when the monster feeds, sucks, and fucks you?"

"yes!"

Extending his fingers out, and delicately wrapping them around your throat, all in a graceful notion, he bucks his hips, finally.

"ugh! Oh my God!!!" you reach behind and slap your hand against his thigh from the powerful sensation of him burying his cock deep....so deep inside you. Sliding it out, his tip near the opening, before he slams it back in, puncturing that sweet spot.

"UGH!!!! HEESEUNG!!!"

"Heethan baby....." he corrects you, as his lips remained plastered against your ear, whispering deeply and licking your helix.

Picking up the pace, you surrendered fully as you reach up and attempt to pull his hand off your throat, allowing you to lean forward so you could rest against the wall once more. "please..please let me....let me move...let me move.....c-cant....cant stand....ugh!"

Honoring your wish, he lets go of your neck and lets you nearly fall forward as your hands catch your fall and becomes plastered against the steel wall once more. His hand smooths over your back and pushes down on the lower bit, forcing you to perk your rear up.

"Ass up pretty."

Slightly leaned in towards your tip toes, you perk your derriere up and increased the exposure of your womanhood as he gains a clear view of his throbbing and swollen member thrusting in and out of your opening, skin on skin melting with eachother, creating a mixture of fluids, yours and his.

Thrusting faster and faster, he fucks you harder than you had imagined, it felt so good...too good. the sound of the lockers rattling and shaking as he slams into you, pelts his hip against your ass as his groin slaps against the skin of your suppled cheeks, staining them pink and red from each hit.

"mmmmmmmfuck!!!" you screamed out as your body bounces back and forth, your breasts jolting in quick motions as they jiggle from his high momentum.

"yeah? you fucking like that dont you?" he scoffs out. "touch it baby."

Doing as he bids, you reach in between your legs and caressed the part of his shaft that remained exposed with your two fingers, rubbing it vigorously as he continues to pump the remaining inches inside you, squelching the juices in and out.

Dripping, you felt the essence of his labor and your desire trailing down your leg.

"Oh? Pretty baby looks like she wants to become a mommy." he teases as he thrusts even harder, pull you back up and into him as he had done before.

"ugh! ugh! plllllllleease!" you moaned out as you grab onto his arm, which was swooped around your neck, placing you in a gentle chokehold. Your throat rests against his inner elbow, as his hand reaches your ear, where he gently moves the hair away and buries his face in once more. With you nearly standing upright, back plastered against his chest, his thrusts goes in straight and upwards, trailing in deeper than before, the momentum was so strong, it caused your body to become lifted as you shift back and forth between your tip toes from the slight bit of levitation, all due to his thrusting force.

"ugh! ugh! ugh!"

"yeah, fucking moan some more you pretty thing." he darkly whispers as he increases his pace.

"ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh!" your moans increased to match his momentum.

"you ready to get pregnant?"

"yes! yes! yes! fuck me! heethan fuck me!" you gasped out repeatedly, your voice airy and light as the pleasured tears stream down your face, exposing how fucked out you looked from taking him in repeatedly. "please......please cum...cum...inside...please fuck me and cum inside..." you begged. Just as you finished uttering out your words, he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts your body entirely off the ground, with his shaft still nestled inside.

"ahhhh!!!" screaming out from the shock of being fully levitated in his grasp, not to mention how deep his shaft went in upon lifting your weight, he flings you over behind against the other wall, where a bench nearby was stationed. Not once did his throbbing member exit out of your cavity, his finesse was so above reproach, he could effortlessly move you without ever breaking contact. Lifting your leg by swooping his hand under your kneecap, he places it on the bench as he leans you forward against the tile wall, while simultaneously pulling your rear closer to him.

the repeated slapping of skin fills the entire locker room, he went even faster. His dick looked as if he was melting into your opening as the blurred view of your skin meshing with his becomes the highlight of his day. You became even more wet, allowing him to slide in and out easily as he goes in faster, deeper, and harder.

"ugh! i'm-i'm gonna cum!"

"cum with me baby." he gasps out in a deep groan as he reaches up and places a hand on your shoulder, while the other firmly grabs onto the side of your waist. He was both, pulling you in and holding you steady.

"cum for me, and i'll cum for you......"

tapping against your sweet spot, along with the feeling of his thick shaft in between your thighs as he thrusts in, you snapped. Screaming out, your walls gyrate and your thighs and rear cheeks shake vigorously.

"oh shit....." he gasps out, softly smiling at the view before him. Your body was losing control, jolting in all directions. Had it not been for his grab on you, you would have broken contact, yet he remained you steady so that he could finish.

Seeping inside, he releases every last bit of his seeds inside your belly, slowing down his thrusts as he catches his breath. with your body still jerking from the immense orgasm, he rubs his fingers up and down to coo you, calming your nerves and your heart rate.

"theeeeeeere.......good girl......shhhh..." he whispers out as he thrusts in slowly......slooooooowly.....

whimpering from the feeling of his thick member entering and re-entering, your body begins to go limp as your hands drag down from the tile wall. Catching you by reaching around and palming the center of your chest, he flings you up and against him, sitting you down on his lap as he takes his seat on the bench behind. Leaving his thick cock inside you, he keeps your legs slightly wide open as he rests your back against your chest, your hair plastered on your skin from the bit of sweat accumulated by the performance, he hugs you around your waist. Kissing your ear, he softly and gently repeats his pecks as you drift off into a blissful slumber, keeping his shaft nestled and warm in between your walls as he takes his time to recover. Once you were out cold, he chuckles to himself as he lifts your hand and admires your fingers.

"ah fuck baby......the effect you have on me.....even if its just the sound of your voice, you have a way about you that makes the monster hungry."

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Saving Part 5 BikerBucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, abuse, dark themes, Obsession, controlling, over protective behavior, sexual themes

Your eyelids slowly flutter open and find the bed empty it probably was a fling for him you slowly get up and look around at the massive bedroom, You didn’t get a chance to look last night, You gather your clothes putting them on as you finally get the last of your clothing on you hear the door open, looking over your shoulder as you pull your jean jacket on,

“Good morning.” You say

James stalked towards you, not saying a word you could tell something had him pissed he was now standing in front of you, Crossing his arms,

“Can you take me home, I have to get to work soon.” you ask not liking the vibe coming off him,

“Why so your old man can beat the shit out of you again?” He says

Your eyes widen

But you regain your composure,

“I don’t know what you mean.” You mumble

“So if I were to touch here.” He said pressing hard on your side making you wince

“It wouldn’t hurt.” He says he stares intently down at you,

“I’m taking you to a doctor.” He says

You look at him confused

“I'm fine.” You say

“That wasn’t a request.” He says guiding you out of the room, You weren’t sure how you were liking his behavior, James didn’t take no for any kind of answer

You were now in front of what looked like an abandoned building,

You look up at him and arch your brow.

“Relax doll, This is the place, Bruce is a friend.” He says

You both walk into the building, it didn’t look like much from the outside but inside it looked like a hospital, you were guessing that’s what they wanted,

“Ah Bucky what happened this time?” A man with glasses walks towards you both,

“Nothing too extreme, I would like you to check her over she’s a bit banged up.” James says placing a hand you your shoulder,

“This way.” The man says leading you through some double doors

After many X-Rays and tests, You and James were sitting in a small room when Bruce comes back, Placing the x-Ray’s on a lit up bored,

“It looks like you’ve got six cracked ribs.” Bruce says pointing to each crack

“A hairline fracture in your forearm.” He says

“And a few fractures in your cheek bone.” He says

You hear James grumble next to you,

“What can we do?” James asks next to you,

“Nothing just plenty of rest.” He says

“And check back in a month.” He says

We both nod.

as we were leaving James spun around pinning me to the wall his hands on each side of my head,

“You are not going back there.” He says

“I have to.” You say just below a whisper

“You are mine, and You are not going back there so he can put his filthy hands on you.” He says glaring down at you

“I am not your property.” You say moving his arm so you can walk past him. but he pulls you into him,

“The moment you decided to go with me on a date and sleep with me yes you did.” He says glaring down at you

“James knock it off, I am not some piece of property you can keep under your thumb.” You say pushing off his chest

“You’ve never been with a biker have you doll? You are my girl now, and I protect what’s mine, Anyone looks in your direction they better pray I have mercy.” He says glaring down at you

“And if I decide to leave you?” You glare at him

He pulls you closer into him,

“Not an option doll,” He says

“There are consequences for your actions.” He says

“Please I thought it was a fling.” You say

He chuckles

“I’ve had a few flings, but none like you,” He says his nose inches from yours

“But you I like and I’m keeping you, You are mine now, you are my girl.” He says

You glare up at him your green eyes shining from the light,

“I am not.” You say

Suddenly he kisses you roughly pressing you up against the wall.

He pulls away leaving you breathless

“Yes you are.” He says

Steve and a few of Bucky’s crew had your father bound to a chair covered in blood,

“You bastards! Who do you think you are!?” Your father yells

“You see Eric, Bucky and all of us have a certain reputation, we can be scoundrel’s , players, ruffian’s, many things, but there are certain places we won’t go.” Steve says circling the man with a crowbar in his hand

He swings it down hard on Eric’s leg making him yell

“Like hitting a woman, we would never do that and you my friend made the sad mistake of touching Bucky’s girl.” Steve says

“That bitch-” Eric begins but Steve swings down again making him scream in pain.

James pushes you in the house slamming the door,

“You are to go rest.” He says

“James stop I need to go to work.” You say

“I already called Thor he understands.” He says

You glare

Thor was your boss and more of a father figure to you than your own father, He knew exactly what was going on at home, He offered for you to stay with him but you knew you couldn’t trouble him at the time.

He takes off your jean jacket gently and hands it up,

“Now go I’ll be up in a minute.” He says giving you a look not to argue with him and you sighed walking up the stairs.

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