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mggsv · 5 months

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GOOD FOR ONE THING༉

f!reader x ryomen sukuna (18+) | not proof read | reblog if you like <3

summary : Sukuna gets tired of this “dumbass jar” you made.

warnings : bimbo!reader, plug/gangster!sukuna, sukuna calls reader a dumbass, degrading, hair pulling, rough sex, smoking during sex, second hand smoke, spanking, mild choking

If you had a penny for everytime Sukuna called you a dumbass, you’d have a lot of little pennies…and you do have a lot of little pennies.

“Kuna…you have to put a penny in the jar.” You followed behind him with a small frown, holding the half filled jar of copper. He grunts and shakes his head. “M’out of pennies mama.” The he puffed the smoke around the blunt in his mouth, digging in his pockets. “Nothing.”

“Well- that’s too bad. I need a penny.” You shake the jar to let him know you meant business. You were very serious when it came to a lot of things, like your relationship, like this jar. Sukuna curses and puts the blunt out as soon as you followed him into the kitchen. “I’m not putting a fucking penny that I don’t have in that shitty fucking jar. I said no damnit.” You huff, setting the jar down on the counter, watching him grab the chinese food you had grabbed just an hour before. “As long as you do put a penny in the jar.” You grumble. He glances at you, squinting. “I won’t, now what huh?”

“You have to!” you frown, “you promised me you would everytime you called me a dumbass.”

“Then stop being a dumbass and I wouldn’t have to put a fucking penny in the jar-“ “Thats two pennies now Kuna-“

“give me the damn jar.” He starts for you, making you flinch before you’re darting out of the kitchen- snatching up the jar. “No!” He’s on you in an instant, you barely made it down the hallway before he snatched you up.

“M’this fucking jar.” Sukuna holds it up from you. “I’m gonna put it away, find a fucking penny for it, and you’re gonna be satisfied you hear?” You nod, watching him look down at you before pecking your forehead. “Stressin’ me out and shit.” He mutters, walking past you. “I want you on your knees when I get back.” You knew where he was headed. His closet of “work” he called it. You knew the work Sukuna did and stayed out of it. He placed the jar next to one of many jars of weed he had, reaching over to put two pennies into the jar. He grabbed one of his many jars, huffing as he rolled up a blunt. His thoughts darted back to you, licking over the blunt before he lit it, cock twitching.

When he came back you were just like he wanted, on your knees..looking sad. “Tsk tsk, if you’re gonna be that way i’m not sticking my dick in your mouth.” Sukuna’s fingers graze over your lips, picking your chin up. His thumb taps your bottom lip, and on command you open to let it slip in. “You don’t give a shit about that jar. You just wanna get me riled up..fucking slut.” The word going straight down to your clit. He let out a puff of smoke, making you moan softly.

His mouth parts as you swirl your tongue around the thumb fucking your mouth. “That’s it..coat it real fucking good.” You moan around Sukuna’s thumb. He smirks, pushing it deeper into your mouth. “You need to learn to shut up sometimes huh?”

Nodding quickly you suck the way he’d want you to- like he taught you to. “You done being stupid? Want me to fuck your brains out or what?” You whimper, your thighs closing to stimulate that throbbing between your legs. “Gonna be a good slut for me mama?” you hum in reply, his thumb popping out of your mouth with a wet pop!

Now, if you had a penny for everytime Sukuna fucked you into tomorrow..you’d have many, many jars filled.

“a-ha…ah fuck-“ you whimpered into the couch cushion. You couldn’t breathe. Sukuna’s large hand held nearly your head, the grip on your hair insufferable. He held your face down into the cream colored cushion, his cock slowly pushing its way through your dripping cunt. Your perfect..perfect little pussy. “can’t..breathe K-Kuna..” you whine, trying to push back onto him, but he held your hips in plac.

“Don’t pass out on me mama.” Sukuna grunts, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. He cooed softly, cock slipping past that tight ring. You felt your eyes water, gasping when he pulls you up by your hair. You take a deep breathe before your face is back into the warmth of the couch. Your cunt squeezes around his cock, inch by inch disappearing until he’s fully sheathed inside of you..He lets out a shuddering moan as he bottoms out, head tipping back at just the feel of you. “That’s the stuff…” You choke on a small cry, cunt adjusting to him once more. He lets go of your hair, taking the blunt out of his mouth. “Talk to me mama..let me know if i can keep going hm?” He held the position, you shakily lifted your head, nodding, “Yes..yes please.”

“Gonna be good from now on?” His hand comes down on your ass. The smack sending a shock throughout your body. Your pussy squeezed around the thick length. You felt on fire. “Not gonna be a dumb whore?” Smack! “y..yes-“ you groan, eyes clamping shut while he rubbed up against that spot inside of you. Smack! “nnmm…” you were a sensitive little thing. Perfect for Sukuna, who loved every little bit of you.

“Promise you’re gonna be good for me from now on.” The first thrust knocked the rest of air out of you. Trembling lightly as he used his thumb to part your cheek, watching his slick coated cock slip back into your wet cunt. “P-promise…i’ll be good i promise ‘Kuna.” You squirm in his grasp, the hold on your hips becoming unbearable. Sukuna pounded into you. You did your best to work with him, you liked that..fucking yourself on his cock while he smacked your ass. The smoke going straight to your head. Lost in your pleasure, you felt your stomach cool before warming. Knowing that he budged your belly, threatening to fill you over and over again.

The sex raw. Sukuna didn’t like condoms, he liked to feel every inch of you. He wanted you pussy- his pussy filled until it spilled over. You reach back to slap at his hand, the pace becoming too much. Your eyes rolled, his balls slapping at your throbbing sex. You felt the hotness of your cunt gushing running down your legs, slick catching the pink hairs resting at Sukuna’s base. “Take it.” He watches you with a shitty smile. “..i can’t..i can’t hold it.” You reach down to rub your clit. “can’t..oh i can’t.” hips jerking at the sensitivity. Your body leans up, Sukuna’s hand coming down to wrap around your throat. He squeezes lightly, taking the blunt and putting it in your mouth, blowing smoke over your face. “You cum and i’m getting you pregnant,” he bites your ear with a small chuckle, “dumbass.”

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1427 · 2 months

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something to prove

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Every time your mom goes down to the city with Merle she lets Daryl stay behind and watch TV. The night your boyfriend breaks up with you, you decide you have something to prove.

Warnings: Very vaguely implied drug use, age-gap (reader is 20, Daryl is mid30’s), smut, voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation (both m & f), idk there’s something else that happens but idk how to tag it (premature ejaculation???), preTWD!Daryl.

Word Count: 3k

A/n: this is a two part story, possibly three? This started out as a step-dad!daryl idea but I reworked it because not everyone’s as big of a pervert as I am. If anyone wants step-dad imagines (au or otherwise for Daryl, or Negan) lmk. 🥵😈

17+ mdni

\\part 2\\

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“Who are you?” You ask, to the man standing in your house. Well, your moms house, certainly wasn’t his house. He looked like one of your moms friends from the bar.

“Shit, who are you?” He looks at you, more confused than you are. Scared almost.

“Mona’s kid?” You explain, who else would you be?

“Oh, shit. Didn’t know Mona had a kid. She just left you here?” You look at him like he’s still a stranger standing in your living room.

“I’m 20.” You watch as he sighs a little in relief.

“Right…. I’m Daryl. Uh. Her and my brother took a ride down to the city. Didn’t wanna go, she said I could hang here.”

“Of course she did,” you say to yourself with a sigh.

Daryl watches you as you run to the kitchen and grab a snack and run back toward the stairs, “Well. I’ll be in my room.”

“Wait! Uh.. where’s the remote?”

You sigh, with a smile this time, and step backward down the first step. You walk past him and dig your hand into the recliner that’s facing directly in front of the TV, pulling the remote from its hiding spot. As you walk back toward the stairs you put it to his stomach, and he takes it with both hands. “Thanks” you hear him say, and then you’re gone. Running up the stairs to lock yourself in your room.

✨🚬

Daryl and Merle came over a lot after that. You didn’t see too much of them, when you’re mom had company you knew it was best to stay locked in your room. Not like you’d want to be around her company anyway.

Daryl seemed different than Merle. Everytime you did venture out of your room for a snack, or to leave the house to go see your boyfriend, and you had to interact with things outside of your room, Daryl never spoke. Honestly, it seemed to you like he didn’t even want to be there.

And every time your mom and Merle go down to the city, Daryl stays back and watches TV and smokes cigarettes in the living room. Never does anything else.

You start developing a crush. And you know it’s insane because he’s so much older than you, but you can’t help it. You never thought you’d see someone older like that, but to be fair he didn’t look it. He definitely wasn’t as old as your mom. Probably mid 30’s? Probably. You couldn’t ask. And there was something about him. Brooding, quiet, but… safe. He never bothered you, never looked at you too long like most of your moms friends did. He seemed.. sweet.

You start praying they’ll come over, and then you pray that your mom and Merle will leave. Sometimes they’re only gone for half an hour, sometimes they’re gone all night. No matter how long they’re gone, though, you always go down and see Daryl.

You never really talk to him more than a few passing words, even when it becomes a more common occurrence.

Obviously you try to look as good as you can when you do go down there to walk in front of him. You stand awkwardly by the kitchen island, pretending to watch tv, trying to say something. Usually you can’t come up with anything.

You find yourself wearing more and more revealing clothing, trying to get him to look, but you never catch him looking. And, honestly? It frustrates you to no end.

Why won’t he look?

It’s starting to make you a little crazy, multiple times you’d had to stop yourself from coming down in just a towel.

And then your boyfriend breaks up with you. Probably better off, but the night that it happens you lose it. You’re not heartbroken necessarily, but you are pissed. And you feel like you have something to prove. And all of it bubbles up into something you normally would never see yourself doing.

You come downstairs this time in only an oversized teeshirt. No underwear. Its dark, all the lights off, it is 2am, but for some reason you weren’t expecting it. It should make what you have planned even easier. Less awkward.

Instead of going to the kitchen you walk right up to Daryl and put your hand out for the remote. “I wanna watch TV.”

He looks up at you. Finally. And he hands you the remote. “Alrigh’.”

You change the channel to something else, doesn’t matter what as long as it’s not what he was watching. You settle on an old movie, looked just boring enough. You lay down on your stomach in front of where Daryl sat in the armchair, your teeshirt riding just barely up your ass, just enough for Daryl to be distracted by it. To notice it. To ask himself if you weren’t wearing any underwear.

You hear him take a deep breath from behind you and it makes you smile. Finally.

And you stay like that for a while, absentmindedly looking at the TV, not really watching it. Daryl’s watching you through half lidded eyes. Before you’d come downstairs Daryl was a good five minutes from falling asleep in that arm-chair. But now? His heart hammering in his chest, he has to control his breathing in the quiet living room, to not tip you off that you were affecting him so much. He wasn’t sure what you were doing, or if you were even doing it on purpose. But you’re 20, right? Surely… he figures you have to know.

But if you know what you’re doing, than you’re expecting some kind of reaction, and Daryl… can’t. He can’t move. He can hardly think straight. Looking at your bare legs, the little peak of your ass just barely revealing itself from under the fabric. And then you shift your hips and the tee-shirt falls away even more.

It takes everything in him to keep his breathing steady.

“Are you looking?” Your voice cuts through the silent room, making no attempt to turn back and look at him.

“No.” Daryl says, quickly. His brain scrambling over the new information that you definitely, absolutely, undeniably knew what you were doing.

You smile to yourself, the choked sound of his voice told you everything you needed to know. You can practically feel the heat in his cheeks. The tightness in his chest.

You never thought you’d be as into it as you were getting. Him seeing you like this was burning up your core. Slowly at first and then seemingly all at once. You put your head to the floor in a small moment of defeat over your own body, feeling yourself start to drip down your leg. You wonder if he can see it too. If the light of the TV is reflecting off the little strings of your arousal, coating the inside of your thighs, starting to drip down onto the carpet. A small groan escapes your lips as you raise your hips up off the carpet, keeping your shoulders and the rest of your body down to the ground.

You want to show him what he’s doing to you. You want him to see the mess he’d made. So there you are, your ass now completely in the air, only a few feet from where he’s sitting behind you, “Are you looking now?”

This time Daryl doesn’t respond. Because he can’t. His fingers are whiteknuckled on the arm-rests. And he was losing the ability to control his breathing. He was losing control of the ability to even think about breathing. To think at all.

You don’t mind that he didn’t answer, you knew. His ragged breathing spurred you further. You reach down underneath your body, through your legs, and try to spread yourself open for him with two delicate fingers. Your middle finger slipping through your folds, too slick to hold up to friction. Your hand wipes some of it down your thigh, so you can continue what you’re trying to do.

And you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, making a smile bloom on your face. A sick, cocky smile.

You spread yourself for him, before taking two fingers to your clit and drawing small circles around it. You hiss, your hips spasming at the too sensitive feeling of pressure directly on your nerve bundle, but you keep going.

Plunging two fingers deep inside of you, selfishly. This one wasn’t for Daryl, although he liked it. You needed the delicious feeling of something inside of you. Your fingers hook in you, desperately curling over and over again as you mercilessly assault your own g-spot.

The noises coming out of you could send Daryl into a coma. Not just the half-coherent babbles and deep definitely-came-from-your-chest groans. No, the sound of your slick hand squelching against your cunt so perfectly.

You go back and forth like this, between your clit and your walls, until you feel your orgasm start to bubble over. The dull throb of ecstasy climbing into every limb. You almost forget Daryl’s watching as you put your fingers back inside you, three this time, and ride your own hand until your body is shaking, expletives falling out of your mouth before you can catch them.

You lay there, on the floor in a heap, teaching yourself to breathe again. Until you glance back at Daryl. With one hand covering his mouth his expression is unreadable, but his other hand gripping the arm rest tells you everything. And the hard cock pressing up against the zipper of his pants tells even more.

You’re almost embarrassed, but not quite. Standing up from the spot you’d laid down to ‘watch TV’ you silently walk over to him and wipe your hand off on his shirt. Pressing your fingers hard against his chest through the fabric, eliciting a barely audible moan from him.

He watches you walk away, listening as your bare feet pad up the steps and into your room. It takes him all of three seconds to free his cock from his jeans. Pumping himself furiously, unceremoniously, with his face buried in the spot of his shirt where you’d wiped your juices on him.

The smell of you, the taste of you, so fresh and right there. He laps at the spot until it’s soaked with his saliva. He comes in a strangled mess, trying to be quiet, hot white ropes painting his jeans.

After it’s over he curses himself. He leaves before Merle and your mom get back, to go home and change. Wondering to himself what the hell just happened.

✨🚬

For a week you avoid him. He and Merle come over twice, but you stay in your room the whole time. A little too embarrassed to face him so soon after what you’d done. You didn’t regret it, or feel bad, but your normal personality had returned. With nothing more to prove to yourself, or your stupid ex boyfriend. Not bold enough to masturbate in front of older men. Apparently not even bold enough to show your face in front of him.

You wake up one night in a sweat, having another dream about Daryl. In this one he’d had you bent over the kitchen table. Fuck it’s hot in here, you go to open the window but what you really need is water.

You start to make your way downstairs, only to see Daryl. In the faint glow of the television, eyes wide as he meets yours. “Oh. Hi.” You manage to say, awkwardly standing on the last step before nodding at his lack of response, looking down trying to hide your blush.

You walk to the kitchen silently, getting some water for yourself. Feeling unbelievably uncomfortable, you wanted to be clever. To be coy and cute and everything you were the other night, but the whole thing is making you so nervous you can’t think straight. You just want to get back upstairs before you say something stupid. Before you embarrass yourself by not being that person.

You down a cup of water quickly and toss it into the sink before heading back for your room.

You’re passing in front of the TV when Daryl asks you, “Do you want the remote?”

One simple question, your head spins. You knew what he meant. What he was really saying. ‘Do it again’.

You look over at him, remote on his knee, and you nod. Walking over to him, you pick up the remote from where it sat, but you let your fingers graze all the way up his leg, over the tight bulge in his pants. “Christ.” He says, through gritted teeth.

You smile, that same cocky smile, and take your position down on the ground in front of him. You take your time, at first you really are watching TV. Letting Daryl ache for it. Letting him question if you understood what he’d meant.

He’d been wondering when he was going to see you next, if you’d do it again. If you’d do more. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was definitely the hottest thing a girl had ever done for him. Not like he had all that much experience with women, but he had some. None of it quite like that. Nothing that was so burned into his memory that if he closed his eyes he could still taste you. Still hear those explicit noises coming off your body.

He needed more. He needed to watch you again.

He waits, with baited breath, for you to touch yourself. It feels like it’s taking forever. There’s something about you just down there in front of him, though. It feels like he’s almost able to get off on just that.

Eventually you spread your legs a little bit at a time. Raising your hips again, you play with yourself in front of him like you did before, taking more time. Teasing him.

You slide the top half of your body, flush with the ground, over to the side a little so you can look back at him. Fuck. He’s just staring. Mouth open, eyes half closed, fingers holding a cigarette that he occasionally drags. Just watching. Never taking his eyes off of you. Occasionally he looks back up to your face, all contorted in pleasure, but for the most part he can’t take his eyes off of what your fingers are doing. The light shimmering over every wet part of you.

You sit up for just a second to bring the teeshirt off your body and throwing it to the side. Resuming your position, now completely naked. Vulnerable. You look at him with another smile, his expression is pained.

Daryl’s trying so hard to keep himself in control. To not touch himself until you’re out of the room, that would be too much, right? He’s convinced himself that there’s no way he can pull his cock out in front of you. He’s so much older, even if you’re 20. Even if you’re in front of him, doing this. Pretty, delicate, messy pussy spread out for him. Begging for him. He can’t. He’s got to control himself. Plus, it’s too embarrassing. You’re so confident and languid with your movements, he’s sure if you saw him like the strangled mess he was the other night that you’d run out of the room immediatly.

He’s wrong, but it doesn’t matter to you. Of course you want him, and of course you’d let him slither right in behind you and claim any hole he wanted. You would love to see him lose control and touch himself, even if it was something you’d never seen a man do before. Of course you would. But the feeling of his eyes burned into you is so exquisite on its own.

Daryl’s losing his fucking mind, though. You’re doing it all different than last time. Slower, hotter. Grabbing at your tits with your other hand. Fuck. His head is dizzy, he feels like he’s going to pass the fuck out. And then you start riding your hand again. But not like last time, last time your fingers were hooked into you so tight that Daryl silently begged for you to just fuck yoursef with your fingers instead. He wanted to watch your lips spread out and over them. Wanted to watch you fill and empty your cunt with your two fingers over and over, and now that’s exactly what you’re doing.

Daryl’s chewing on his thumb, anything to keep his hands away from himself. Every time you pump your fingers inside he feels his hardened length spasm. So tight into his pants, the friction actually starts to feel good.

You add another finger, and then another. It’s too much for Daryl, who was again silently begging you to do that too. To stretch that little pussy even more for him. Before he can even comprehend what’s happening, his vision goes white. Daryl’s cock spasms violently, cum coating the inside of his pants. His thumb is bleeding from where he’d bit down on it, and he’s never been more fucking embarrassed in his life. Never been more surprised, confused, turned on.

He watches as you ride out your high, following with your own earth shattering orgasm only a few moments later. He looks down to you to see if you had any idea of what had happened, but you don’t.

You have no idea he just came in his pants without even touching himself. Just from watching you.

pt 2

a/n : thanks to @norman-fucking-reedus for helping me with some ideassss for this 💕🤘🏻

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kyemna · 2 months

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Predatory Instincts

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(i apologize for any possible grammer mistakes)

Tw: blood, chasing (not scary though)

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[Hide and seek]

The rules of the game were:

The hiders will get a 5 minute headstart.

Your only found if the seeker touches you, so run if you can.

Your not allowed to hide outside of the Hotel.

No locking doors of any kind.

Only the seeker is allowed to use magic powers.

The seeker has 1 hour to find everyone. If the time runs out and the seeker hasn't found you.

You win.

The players were:

Angel dust

Charlie

Vaggie

Husk

Nifty

Alastor and you.

You wrote all of the rules down on a piece of paper passed it around, letting everyone look at it.

You grabbed a bottle from the cabin.

"I'm going to spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, will be the seeker."

Everyone nodded.

You put the bottle on the table and gave it a good spin.

It went around, and around...

It started to slow down... stopping at.. oh no.

Everyone slowly looked up from the bottle.

Nifty giggled.

Alastors grin widened, and you guessed it.

The tip of the bottle was pointing at him.

"Well, let's get to it then." He grabbed his watch out of his pocket.

"Better find a place to hide. Time starts.. now."

A shiver went down your spine.

You didn't like this one bit..

You pushed the feeling aside and quickly made your way up the stairs, running through the long halls of the Hotel.

With only 5 minutes on the clock, you frantically looked around.

After what felt like forever, you spotted a suitcase. Hm.

20 seconds left. This was your only option. You opened the suitcase and hurriedly got in.

"Times up!" You heard Alastor yell from downstairs.

Your heartbeat picked up.

There was a small opening in the suitcase, but big enough for you to get a look outside.

You heard a loud yelp from downstairs, that sounded like Charlie.

She said something shortly after, stuttering:

"Oh, Alastor, y-you scared me.."

The lights flickered.

"I apologize dear."

That's one out.

Not long after that he found: Vaggie under her bed, Angel Dust in the supply closet and Nifty, in the bathroom cabin.

Only you and Husk were left.

Half an hour passed and you still heard nothing.

The suitcase was starting to get suffocating too. You wished you could just-

All of a sudden Husk ran by, with Alastor following close behind him.

That was your cue to get the hell out of that suitcase and make a run for it.

You quickly got out, and ran in the other direction.

You turned a corner, looking behind you, not noticing the cabin infront of you. You ran right into it, cutting your knee.

You fell to the ground, a groan escaping your lips.

Blood trickled down your leg.

Thinking it couldn't get any worse than this, you heard footsteps slowly coming towards you. Shit.

It's just a game of hide and seek right..?

Just quit, your hurt.

No.. Alastor would never let you quit.

Either he finds you, or the time runs out.

He wouldn't let you surrender.

You knew him like that.

He always got way to competitive with these kind of games..

But you weren't planning on loosing either.

"(Y/n) dear.. where are you hiding?~"

Either you get up now, or he's going to find you. Get up.

Your blood dripped to the floor as you tried to stand.

You stumbled towards a nearby closet, and got in, swiftly closing the door.

Alastor came around the corner, his hands behind his back.

He was humming a song you didn't recognize, but it sounded some what.. dark.

He looked around, tracing his finger across cabins, and storage room doors, but he didn't open them. Why wasn't he opening them..? Shouldn't he be trying to find you..?

The stinging in your knee got worse the longer you stood still.

You looked through the opening between the two doors.

He had stopped at the few drops of blood on the carpet. Your blood.

His grin widened.

You always found Alastor to be quite the sadistic man. He really gave you the chills, everytime he was near.

He looked up from the blood, looking directly at the closet, you were in.

10 minutes left.

"(Y/n) dear, won't you come out so we can get this over with?~" he said, slowly approaching you.

You had two options.

Either 1: you stay in the closet, hoping he was bluffing. But if he wasn't he was going to find you, and then you would loose the game.

Or 2: Getting out of the closet and trying to make a run for it, knowing that, with your open knee, you probably wouldn't stand a chance.

You were trying to decide when suddenly, you remembered something.

Cherry had gifted you a small smoke grenade for your birthday last week, that you kept in your pocket.

It wouldn't do any damage, nor was it dangerous, but it could work in your favor as a decoy.

Technically it didn't count as magic, so it was allowed.

That creates plan number 3.

You'd have to act quickly if you wanted this to work. And so you did. You grabbed your diversion out of your pocket, stepping out of the closet.

You pulled the pin out of the smoke grenade and threw it at him, immediately running- well, trying to. You were sure it looked more like stumbling, but oh well.

He coughed.

"Oh? Your running? Are you sure that's the best idea, dear?"

You ignored him and made your way down the stairs.

You just had to get to the kitchen and-

Before you could process it, your body duck down, and fell backwards.

Alastor stood in the door opening, hand leaning against the wall.

You avoided being touched by a hair..

Something was off.. he was breathing so heavily..

He had this look in his eyes, as if he was-

Oh. Oh, shit.

You realized it.

Ofcourse it's not smart to let a predator such as himself be the seeker. How could you be so stupid..

3 minutes left.

He just stood there.. menacingly.. looking at you, as if he was waiting for you to run.

You slowly got to your feet, as your hand found a door handle. You pushed it down and entered the kitchen, stumbling towards the counter grabbing a knife.

How did a simple game of hide and seek turn into a murderous pursuit.

Alastor entered the kitchen as well, closing and locking the door behind him.

His eyes fell to the knife in your hands.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, dear."

He said.

One of his shadows grabbed your wrist, pinning it behind your back, and twisting it.

You hissed, dropping the knife before it would actually break your bone.

Alastor picked up the knife, putting it back into place, on the counter.

He took a hold of your face, his grin grew.

"You loose"

The look in his eyes was gone.

His shadow let of your wrist and disappeared.

"Everything okay in there?" Charlie said, from the other side of door.

"Ofcourse!" Alastor answered, sounding like his usual self. He had his fun.

He walked to the door and unlocked it.

Charlie looked around, her eyes finding you.

You still kind of.. well.. petrified, looked at the black mark on your wrist.

"Oh my devil's, (y/n), your bleeding!" She ran to you, grabbing your arm and putting it over her shoulder, supporting you, taking some of the weight of your knee.

"Let's get you patched up."

She took you to the lobby and sat you down, grabbing the first aid-kit.

Alastor followed close behind her, whispering something in her ear. She stopped in her tracks, as she nodded slowly.

She made her way to you again.

"(Y/n), you won the game by the way. Congratulations!"

She smiled widely, cleaning the wound on your leg.

You frowned. You were sure there were 40 seconds left..

Oh well. Maybe the adrenaline of the whole thing got to you..

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presleyanswrites · 7 months

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chilly

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x sick!fem!reader

desc basically im obsessed with sick!fics. posted one a while back for another fandom 🤭 just peter worried.

a/n holy shit im so sorry i haven't been posting lately my loves. my house is currently being sold and i've been running ramped. i wrote this after i had time off work. hope you enjoy.

warnings language, fluff, grammar. (please message me if i missed any!)

@cozytober2023

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It was only October 7th and you we're already a stuffy snotty sticky mess from the sudden drop of temperature outside.

It was cold outside, but the light from your wooden bedroom windows sunbathed the room, brightening your pale complexion.

tissues were plastered all over your messy bed and your phone was constantly dinging with messages from your group chat. you didn't show up to work, or to school that day, and by the looks of your random naps and binge watches on Netflix, you had forgot to call anyone to let them know you couldn't make it, including your boyfriend peter.

you kept coughing which made your head pulsate more as you wrapped your blanket around you and curled into it, squirming and desperately trying to get comfortable.

he was always super protective of you. sometimes it was really annoying but it felt good to know he was always thinking of you. and thats probably an understatement.

you felt sick. that might've been a blunt word, but everytime you tried to swallow your own spit it hurt like hell and you felt your head beating in pain like a heart would pump blood.

you groan and pull your comforter back over your head before you flutter your eyes closed and try to get your mind off the pain in your throat. It burned everytime you breathed which made you hiss uncomfortably. You eventually get yourself to fall asleep (after way too many doses of NyQuil) with half of your body immersed in your pillow.

you rested softly for a few hours before you woke to the sound of peter climbing through your window. you're eyes could barely adjust to the light as your tried to look up to see who it was, but your body was too tired to try and shake yourself up.

he rolled on the floor after falling from your complicated window sill but quickly got up with a groan.

he puffs, dusting him self off as he looks around the room for his girl.

"love?" peter looked around curiously to find you laying in your bed.

he carefully knelt down and shook you slightly as you woke up again with a jump.

you cough. "jesus, peter. you scared the shit out of me." you shift your arms behind you to prop yourself up, as he tucks a piece of your hair that fell back behind your ear.

"sorry," he laughs. "i just got really worried. I came as soon as I could. are you alright? why weren't you at school? or work- MJ said you didn't come."

his smile turns into a concerned perplexed look.

"uh", you sit up and rub your eye, coughing.

he noticed you sweating, and your puffy red eyes and a nose rubbed red.

"are you feeling okay?" his eyes and face look soft for you as his lip pouted a little.

he comes closer to you, kneeling down as he rests his hand on your forehead gently. you press your lips together and sniffle.

"pete, im fine."

"but- you're burning up!" he adds, as you look away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? i could've taken school off or-"

"peter." you look up.

"no." you croak, "i would never let you do that."

He puffs his cheeks and breathes out as he sits with you in your bed. You look in your boyfriends eyes as he turns his head to examine you.

"you don't look well, sweets." he frowns as he kisses the top of your forehead.

"i know", you say as you sniffle and your face starts to tickle a little.

he hands you a tissue as you sneeze in your sleeves. "bless you." he rests his tongue to the side of his mouth.

spidey senses.

"you okay?" he looks at you.

"mhm", you purse your lips.

you blow your nose as he looks at your face again.

"you gonna let me take care of you?" he holds his breath in worry.

you shake your head. "no."

he frowns again. "but you're sick! you're my girlfriend I can't just leave you here." He seems stressed, folding his his hands on your arms.

you cough and add, "i don't want you to get sick. plus, you have patrol tonight."

he shakes his head. "no way, im staying."

"No." you look in his eyes.

"Yes." he nods.

"No, peter."

"Yes, y/n." he crosses his arms.

you sigh.

"im staying right here." He says determinedly as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. worry chilled up his spine for you.

"okay," you give up. "its cold anyway." you couldn't resist him. you didn't want him to patrol in the this insane cold weather anyways.

you pull a sweatshirt over your head.

"movie?" we whispers. "i'll get you snacks." he rubs your back softly.

you sweat a little and try to swallow.

you smile a little, "okay."

coughing, he rubs your arm. "are you okay?" he looks at you worriedly.

"im fine, my body just hurts."

he pulls you in a hug before kissing your head and leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

he gets back almost instantly with a bag of candy and popcorn, setting it on the bed and a mug of hot tea for your throat on the bedside table.

"can i get you anything else?" he looked sad.

your heart warmed and hurt at the same time.

"no, im okay."

he places a bowl of soup down next to the mug as you lean over to take it and sip it gently.

he lays in your bed as you open your laptop to the same crime documentary.

"again?" he groans, shifting his neck up against the pillow as he scrunches his face, looking at the ceiling.

as you giggle he looks up to see your smile which made his stomach hurt.

"yes, again." you try to hold back your lips from curling into a laugh.

he sighs and clicks the play button on your computer.

you rest your head on his chest, snuggling into him as he lays his arm around you, intertwining your hand into his.

"love you." he whispers in your hair softly, tucking a kiss to the back of your head.

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atlasscrumpit · 10 months

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Young reader x Miguel

Platonic

Warnings : Abuse, neglect

Miguel came home from 'work' and came in to see you watching TV.

"Did you get anything done that I asked?" He asked as you sat up and looked around.

"I'm sorry... I got distracted. I'm really sorry." You muttered as he groaned and rubbed his head in annoyance.

"Sweetheart, I was gone for eight hours. Did you really sit here for eight hours?" He asked as you rubbed your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't feel well today and I couldn't do it..." You replied, looking away from him.

"Hey! Eyes on me when I'm talking." He demanded, snapping his fingers as you instantly looked up.

"Some days are just hard! Some days it's hard to do what you ask!" You shouted at him as he glares at you.

"Gabriella nunca fue así." He muttered as your eyes widened.

You stood up and hit his chest.

"I'm not her! I never will be!" You screamed as he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you towards your room.

"Clean your fucking room! And you're not coming out until it's done!" He shouted throwing you inside and slamming the door.

"I hate you!" You screamed as you threw stuff at the locked door.

"Keep going and I'll fucking sell everything in that room and we'll see how you go sleeping on the floor!" He shouted back as you curled up and began to hysterically sob your eyes out.

Miguel couldn't handle listening to you, he made sure your door was locked before he head out again.

Four hours passed and you'd cleaned up your room.

"Daddy? Can I come out? Please?" You called out, not hearing anyone response.

You felt tears in your eyes and climbed into bed.

You woke up hearing a noise around 3am, you rubbed your eyes and could hear Miguel mumbling to himself.

"Daddy? Can you let me out?" You asked tapping on the door.

Suddenly it opened and you could tell he had been drinking.

"I did what you asked..." You muttered as he smiled a little.

"Look at that. Good job, little one." He said as you crossed your arms and looked down.

"Can I have something to eat?" You asked as he yawned and opened the fridge.

He grabbed out leftover pizza and chucked a piece on the table like he was feeding a stray dog.

"There." He said before grabbing a piece for himself.

You sat at the table and began eating.

"I'm sorry, daddy..." You muttered as he looked down at you.

"Don't start with that shit." He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked back to you and I should've listened." You said as he chuckled and shook his head.

"You say that everytime, baby. But you're still a disappointment, aren't you?" He said as you stood up and backed away, no longer feeling safe.

"I've had enough pizza... I'm going to go back to bed." You said before running into your room and closing the door.

You ran into your closet and hid inside while you cried.

After a while you eventually fell unconscious from complete exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning seeing half eaten pizza on the table and everything came rushing back to him.

"Oh, God. Fuck, what the fuck did I do?" He muttered as he cautiously entered your room and panicked when he didn't see you.

He quickly opened your closet to see you clutching a teddy and fast asleep.

He knelt down and began to cry.

"Y/N... Oh, sweetheart. What did I do?" He whispered as he brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

You woke up and looked at him in fear.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm sorry." You whispered with tears in your eyes.

"No, no, sweetheart. I'm the one who's sorry. Daddy was stupid and very mean last night and I shouldn't have been. What I said and did is completely unacceptable. I'm so sorry." He whispered as you jumped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you tightly.

"I don't like when you drink." You whispered as you began to cry into his shirt.

"I know, baby. I won't do it anymore, I'll get help, darling. I won't be so harsh on you anymore, I promise. I love you so much... I'll never hurt you again."

#Miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Young reader #Yandere

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jangofettjamz · 5 months

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Bullies

Tara Carpenter x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Your crush, Tara Carpenter, saves you from your bully.

Words: 1630

Y/N POV

Another day, another lecture. Our film studies class is filled with aspiring film directors, snotty film students who think they're better than everyone else because of their "elevated taste in movies" and then there's film nerds like me and a few others I know.

There's Mindy and Chad Meeks-Martin, nephews of their late uncle, Randy Meeks. We became friends not long after they came here. They recently came to New York from Woodsboro after an incident involving a couple who tried to create a movie that would revive the long dead horror franchise: Stab. Nuts I know.

Among Chad and Mindy was someone I found to be astoundingly beautiful, as if created by the gods themselves, Tara Carpenter. I've had a crush on this girl since I first laid my eyes on her. She's truly beautiful in every way, though I don't think she'd ever go for a guy like me.

Everytime I've had the chance to speak to her she's always been incredibly welcoming and really nice, she even got ice cream with me one time.

She never talks about what happened back in Woodsboro, but I never pry for answers which she appreciated alot, I can't imagine your best friend trying to kill you over a stupid movie.

I haven't told her that I have autism, and I don't know if I can. Everyone that I have ever known has been turned away from me after I tell them about my condition, I doubt she would be any different, even if she is very nice to me.

My bullies knew about it though, I don't know how but they definitely knew and they constantly mock me for it calling me "freak" or "spaz" just to name a few.

The lecture went on for what seemed like hours; my eyelids slowly closing to pull me into the comforting darkness of sleep. Unfortunately, that was interrupted when I felt a spitball hit the back of my neck from one of the boys in the back with his group of friends laughing alongside him: my bullies.

I sighed, this unfortunately, was the the norm for me here, the laughing stock of the college, the weirdo who can't talk to anyone because he's to shy to make friends. I was an outcast to everyone, and those boys sure took advantage of that.

I was about to try and move, but not after I noticed Tara staring down the boy who shot his spit at me, the fire in her eyes resembled that of Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, I was half expecting her to throw a kunai at the boy and shout "GET OVER HERE!!!" but that's just my imagination running wild, as usual.

The boy immediately sat down and shut up after that, not gonna lie I would too, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset.

The bell rang indicating that class was finished, I immediately scurried out of there to try and avoid those boys as quickly as possible, evasion was a specialty of mine after being bullied so much. I ignored everything the lecturer told us and swiftly made my way to the corridors.

I walked through the corridors holding my notes securely in my arms, the judging states by some of the students not going unnoticed by me. I decided that keep my head low would be the best course of action to avoid any potential trouble from one of the students; walking faster to get to get out of here as hastily as possible.

I found the door to the door outside, my fingers grazed the handle but then... "HEY FREAKSHOW!" I heard behind me, the sound that emanated from his shout echoed across the corridor, bouncing across their walls.

He walks towards me with aggression "Jackson..." I say quietly, not wanting to escalate the situation further, though that was inevitable.

He grabbed me by the collar, "You think you can just embarrass me infront of Tara like that?" I looked at him with confusion. I had enough of his shit

"Embarrass you? You embarrassed yourself when you decided to spitball me, I mean c'mon Jackson what is this, 1986? Besides i highly doubt she's into you anyways." I don't know where this confidence came from but it was immediately gone when I felt immense pain on the right side of my face from, what I can only assume, a punch.

I stumbled back and fell flat on my ass, another punch came soon after, and then another, and then another. Seven punches we're thrown my way, my vision was blurry and I could barely feel my face, I saw a faint figure wearing pink coming towards us.

Tara POV

"JACKSON" I shouted, he stopped immediately and looked at me. "What do you think you're doing beating him up like that, have you no sense of shame for what you're doing?" He looked at me confused, as though he thought I'd appreciate this.

"I'm just showing Y/N here why I'm better than him and proving why I'm the perfect man for you Tara." He winked at me, he actually winked at me, gross.

I slapped him in the face infornt of everyone then kicked him in the balls, a barrage of laughter erupted from the corridor leaving his friends speechless and him curled up on the floor in pain holding his balls. I knelt down to him and whispered in his ear.

"If you ever come near Y/N again, you're dead. Do you understand me?" No answer came, only pained whimpers. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!" I shout. "Yes yes, please don't hurt me I'm sorry!" He cried, what a pathetic excuse for a human being, beating on someone for being 'weak' then behaving like this when someone stands up to him.

"Get the fuck out of here Jackson, and your friends" he ran away holding his balls, his friends following behind him; cowards, all of them. My attention turned to Y/N, who was pretty banged up from Jackson. He was crying and curled up in a ball, all eyes were on him but no one dared to make fun of him, not after what just happened to Jackson.

I kneel down to his level and console him, he thrashed my arms away thinking it was Jackson. "Shhhh it's okay Y/N, it's me Tara. It's okay now, everything's gonna be okay." I cooed softly in a calming tone. He opened his eyes and met my gentle brown ones.

I opened my arms for him "c'mere sweetheart" he threw himself into my arms and cried into my shoulder, poor baby. I've always had a crush on him and seeing him this upset broke my heart. "Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded into my shoulder and I walked him out of the corridor; away from everyone's prying eyes.

Once we were outside I sat him down with me on a bench, still holding him close. "It's okay Y/N, it's just you and me now. Are you okay?" He shook his head, he was just pummeled in the face of course he's not okay, stupid question Tara.

"Why does he hate you so much, sweetie?" I ask, genuinely curious as to how someone could hate this magnificent boy. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Um... I have autism." He says, averting his eyes away from me as if I'd hate him for it.

"Is that it? That's why he bullies you?" I ask and he nods, what a piece of shit, to hate someone because they were born with a condition, and he thought I'd date him. He begins to cry again

"Please don't hate me, you're really nice to me and one of the only people who treat me with any kind of respect, I don't want to be bullied anymore!" He sobbed out, I held him tight against my chest which became wet with his tears but I couldn't care less about that.

He was shaking in my arms, those boys really tormented him. "Oh honey, I could never hate you for that. In fact, I've had the biggest crush on you since we met, you're so smart and sweet, you're so passionate about the things you like, you're so kind to everyone. Mindy's been bugging me to ask you out for the longest time."

He pulls back and looks at me utterly confused. "Really? You like me?" I reassure him "

I like you very much sweetie, and I'm honored that you told me about your autism, that's not an honor I take lightly." He smiled brightly, blush spreading across his cheeks. "There's that beautiful smile" I cooed.

"I've had a crush on you since we had ice cream together, you're very beautiful Tara." He said, now making me blush.

"Can I kiss your cheek sweetie?" I ask, not knowing whether he's comfortable or not. He nods and I plant a gentle kiss to both his cheeks, his smile could light up an entire city.

I wipe away the rest of his tears and hug him tightly again. "You're mine now Y/N, and I'm yours. You're safe now honey, no one will harm you ever again." I kiss his forehead and rock him gently in my arms.

"Thank you, Tara." He says quietly, he's been through hell and I'm glad I pulled him out of it.

"Don't thank me baby boy, you deserve to have peace. Just rest now, sweet boy. I've got you, everything's gonna be okay" I whisper, holding him closely, listening to the birds chirp as I rock him while sitting on the bench. After Woodsboro and what happened with Ritchies family a few weeks ago, I thought my life was gonna be bleak and miserable...

Turns out I was wrong.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #male reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna marie ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x you

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naomihatake · 7 months

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In search of freedom (Ch. 4)

4. One step forward

Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5

⠀⠀⠀⠀She's been searching for freedom her entire life and everytime she thought it was laying right in front of her eyes, she was mistaken. She was running around the East Blue, seeking herself and her dreams, meeting people she never forgot. No matter how much she traveled, she could only catch a glimpse of peace before realizing everything would crumble at her feet.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Maybe it was destiny that brought her on that ship with three strangers — foolishly, that's what she tried to believe when the moon shined beautifully and hope settled in her chest, squeezed by the same ribcage where feelings were blooming.

Pairing: female!reader x OPLA Zoro Roronoa

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, some angst, alcohol

Word count: 3.8k

Theme song: fic spotify playlist (click on the link)

A/N: Tons of interactions between Zoro and reader. Not a long chapter, but I wanted to offer more insight about the reader's past and the relationship she has with her crewmates. I know they travel from Syrup village to Baratie in a day, but I wanted this exact scenario, so let's say it took a half a day longer ;) Not proofread yet.

The reader is referred to as "Witch" because I have no intentions of using "Y/N".

I'm open for comments and opinions! <3

They spent the rest of the day buying supplies for the journey. With no previous discussions, they all came to the conclusion that Nami would handle the berries, with some opinions from the witch who was used to always saving up money.

The witch has loads of information and experience about the map of the stars above, so she decided to save Nami from a sleepless night. She already took a nap after they set sail a few hours before dawn, falling asleep after she laid down on the sofa in the cabin. She completely forgot about her wound, too tired to mind the pain at that time, as if she's got hit in the head again.

Now, she was purposely ignoring the ache. She analyzed the stars for long enough to figure out where they were heading. From Zoro's perspective, the way she counted the stars and figured out the cardinal points was witchy. Realistically, he knew that Nami must've had the same way of figuring out how to sail during the night and not only her, but other sailors as well.

The witch sat on the deck, her back resting against the mast, her head tilted back to gaze up at the stars. The wound stung and it was uncomfortable, but she didn't want to bother herself with cleaning it up. Also, she had no clue where some bandages might be, and she didn't have the energy to go around and ask about it.

Meanwhile, Zoro knocked two times at Nami's door, opening it after receiving a sign he could enter. The navigator was sitting on one of the hanging beds in the room with some notes and maps in her lap.

"Do you know where's some first aid kit?" Zoro asked.

"Hm?" she raised her head at him, frowning. "Did you trip after drinking too much booze and got hurt?"

He rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"I didn't even drink today. Just tell me where it is."

"Should note it down in the calendar," she scoffed with a smile. "There should be one in the chest over there," she pointed at it by tilting her head.

In the corner of the room, under a small desk, was the chest she mentioned. He opened it and found what he was searching for.

"Oh," he heard Nami whispering.

When he looked at her from where he was crouching, she had a shit-eating grin on her face.

"What?"

He was absolutely clueless. The most oblivious man Nami has ever seen and, for the record, they were all oblivious as fuck.

"Nothing," she smiled innocently.

What is she up to? Zoro wondered.

With the first aid kit box in his hand, he got out of the room and walked back to the deck, where the same woman stargazed. His hand was still resting on the hilt of his sword while he stomped on the wooden planks. She hasn't moved one inch, except for the gentle smile that tugged at her lips.

The only source of light was a gas lamp on a barrel close to her and she glowed. He stopped in his tracks to gaze at her the same way she looked up at the sky and he realized quickly that his lungs stopped functioning.

I'll need some booze after this.

He let the kit fall in her lap and he was surprised by the lack of discomfort she showed at his sudden appearance. Each time someone came from behind, he saw her step away or react in some kind of way, be it a grimace on her face or a sharp inhale.

"What's this for?"

"Take a guess," he shook his head.

She was impossible. Did she do it intentionally?

"Shit, I completely forgot about the bandana," her eyes widened in surprise.

She undid the knot of said material as fast as she could, inhaling through her teeth at the sharp pain.

Only then he noticed an unopened bottle of something — he hoped it would sting his throat — sitting to her other side. He sat cross legged and leaned in over her legs to wrap his fingers around the bottle, tugging with his teeth at the cork.

"That was mine," he heard a faint voice complaining.

"It was."

He hid the smirk threatening to show on his face by placing the bottle at his lips, taking some long gulps. The alcohol stung so pleasantly against his tongue and he anticipated a sense of calm once he'd drink enough.

A restrained hiss got his attention. The witch's lips were knitted together and she tried to clean her wound with a wet cotton ball — it was alcohol, he guessed. After swallowing hard, she continued to tap the skin lightly. Her other hand was digging into her thigh, distracting her with another kind of ache. She was obviously concentrating, the reason why she didn't spit out smart remarks at him.

Zoro sighed heavily and let the bottle down with a low thud.

"Will you need stitches?"

"No," she muttered.

If she wouldn't have been hurt, her face would've looked almost cute.

Since when did he start thinking that way about people? It must be the booze.

She seemed relieved when she finished. The next step was to apply some ointment, which was less troubling.

Then, came the impossible task: wrapping her wound with one hand. Since her other upper arm was hurt, she couldn't do it any other way. The wheels before her eyes worked well enough — certainly, there were a few ways she could do that.

It couldn't be that hard, right?

The swordsman by her side achieved inhuman abilities, because telepathy wasn't something that happened naturally. She needed help dressing the wound.

The real issue was will she ask for help?

He didn't know exactly why he wanted to hear her say something. Anything. The smallest word leaving her lips would sound like a yes in his head and he would act accordingly with the alcohol swimming through his veins.

It wasn't in his nature to be so calculated. Nonetheless, exceptions always existed.

He didn't need to be proud about helping her. No, it was far from that. He had another kind of pride and it settled in the scabbards still holding his swords at his hip. Zoro wanted to see how far she'd go until she realized that asking for help wasn't a sin.

"Um," her lips parted.

"Give me the bandages."

He opened his hand for her to place the white material in it.

"I wanted to say that you owe me a bottle of booze," she blinked up at him confused.

He didn't wait for her to give him the bandages, instead, he took them by himself and positioned himself a bit closer. Suddenly, the alcohol seeping in his bones helped more than he guessed the first time he saw the bottle.

Was he holding back his usual strength at that moment? There were no coherent thoughts in his head while he wrapped the white material around her upper arm as gentle as he was capable of. Zoro avoided grazing his fingertips over her skin, but it was impossible any other way, so he found himself in a weird stance: his hand would hold her arm still from time to time while he rolled the bandages.

A cruel mistake was to look into her eyes, which he unfortunately did. The witch was also looking at him. Probably, he should be more grateful about the way her intense gaze didn't falter when it met his own, even if it made his stomach tingle.

He drank too much. Or too little.

There was one way to find out and that would be taking another bottle to drown down his throat.

He was never the one to look away first, be it an enemy or a friendly staring contest. However, he failed that time.

There must've been some potion in that bottle. Otherwise, there was no explanation.

"Thank you."

It was the second time she thanked him in a day. The swordsman didn't see much in these things, but he was genuinely intrigued about the nature of his own gestures. As someone used to actions, questions sounded pointless in between his thoughts. Then, why did he suddenly ask instead of straight up finding out the answer?

Why did he do these things without being asked to?

"Sure," he let out softer than it was meant to be.

He got up and headed to the galley to grab two more bottles of alcohol.

There was a different feeling than the usual duty he felt about people. She didn't need his protection or help, she could perfectly do it all on her own. She skillfully tossed knives through the air and was awfully proud about her abilities, a confident smile on her face.

Zoro never asked, but he guessed she was part of that world long before they appeared in her life. It wasn't possible to follow the rules of the sea unless you sailed before and she conquered the power of water itself.

And the strength of his heart on top of that.

"Zoro!" Luffy's enthusiastic voice beamed. "Let's learn the stars."

"What?"

Wasn't that the reason why Nami and the witch were on that ship? They already knew a lot.

"It's fun! I didn't know there were bears in the night sky!"

"Of course there aren't bears in the sky!" Usopp commented.

"They're just constellations, Luffy," the woman chuckled.

Both of them came to her like curious owls with big eyes, begging her to show them some stars; now, all of them sat on the deck. Of course their supposed captain would learn about anything only to forget half of it the next minute, but the intention mattered, right?

She didn't expect the swordsman to accept Luffy's invitation, but he did so, sitting in the same place he did a minute ago. Only the booze would determine whether or not he'd have enough patience to concentrate.

"Why is it called Ursa Major? Is there another one?" Usopp turned his head.

"Yes: Ursa Minor," she pointed her index finger at the sky above. "The Ursa Major is there, right? They look the same, but the other one is smaller."

The sky was filled with stars and there were so many of them, it was almost impossible to spot a specific one. They sparkled beautifully, as if they smiled back at the pirates eager to learn their names.

"Where, where?" Luffy looked up, confused.

The witch moved her hand to the side and pointed at another constellation.

"Search for the same figure, but in smaller form."

"Fount it!" Luffy and Usopp exclaimed in unison.

She let out another soft chuckle and the swordsman paid more attention to that lovely sound than the stars she mentioned.

"See the tip of the bear's tail? That is its brightest star and it's called the North Star. Whenever you point towards the spot on the horizon directly below it, it means you're pointing north."

Luffy's lips were opened in surprise while he looked at the sky.

"So you're also a navigator!"

"Just because I'm better than Zoro at directions doesn't mean I'm a navigator," she joked lightly.

"I think you're overdoing it," the swordsman huffed.

"That's why you were so late?!"

Usopp was already cackling.

"The mansion was in front of your eyes and you still decided to go the other way," she nudged at him.

"I was just checking around," he muttered between gritted teeth.

"You're so bad at lying, Zoro," Luffy teased him.

Their captain and the sniper were laughing colorfully, until tears gathered on top of their lashes. The sound was accompanied by the same reaction coming from the witch, who was unaware of the palm she placed on Zoro's shoulder, while the other hand was holding onto her stomach.

However, the swordsman was hyper aware about it. It warmed him up almost as pleasantly as the booze, but it was a foreign sensation settling into his stomach. Those gentle fingers that wielded knives and had been dirtied by blood touched him and he didn't have an ounce of will within to push her away.

It's just a touch, what am I getting so worked up for?

"We just need to find a musician and the crew is complete!" Luffy smiled brightly.

The witch's hand dropped from Zoro's shoulder, gripping at one of the bottles he brought with him.

"I can sing," she whispered as if it was meant to be only for herself.

"I can dance!" Usopp grinned. "Guys, you have no idea how I was the star of countless parties! Captain, you have everyone you need right here."

Before the Straw Hat could say anything, the witch opened her bottle.

"With a guitar, Luffy, otherwise I won't start disturbing the fish in the sea," she let out a short sigh.

"If we find a guitar at our next destination, do you promise to play the guitar?"

The puppy eyes boring holes into her forehead couldn't be ignored so easily. Defeated, she nodded and took a long gulp from the bottle.

"Great!"

And with that, Luffy got to his feet, his chin tilted down to look at his friends.

"Good luck with the night watch."

"I'll come to watch over you, Luffy," Usopp solemnly touched his heart. "Who knows when an enemy will sneak in. I need to be prepared and protect my friends!"

"So tonight we find out about your snoring habits," the swordsman arched his eyebrow.

"I don't snore!" he frowned while he walked side by side with Luffy.

"Good night, you two," the witch smiled in their direction.

Zoro continued drinking from the bottle in his hand, the first one he picked up already empty, sitting by his side. The witch had far less resistance than him and none of them got some well deserved sleep in the last two days. He acknowledged the proximity between him and the woman sitting at his right, but annoyance crawled up his throat — why he wanted to be near her was beyond him.

"For how long have you been on a ship?" he wondered out loud.

"Is it obvious it's not my first time?"

They turned towards each other at the same time, locking gazes the same way they did when he bandaged her wound. At least that time there was a plausible and logical reason — one he created on the spot. The second time it happened, he was just pulled towards her like a magnet.

And maybe they were not exactly opposites nor each other's mirror, but they always found themselves in the presence of the other.

"This can't be your first journey on the sea," he shrugged. "You're not scared at all."

"Did you just imply that I'm scared of water?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Then are you scared of land? You were damn anxious back in Syrup Village."

The witch crossed her arms under her chest in a defensive manner.

"It was my intuition."

"You were losing your shit."

His teasing comment received a wide-eyed stare from her.

"That's not true."

Her lips were pulled in a thin line right after and she averted her eyes, looking back at the stars. She was searching for the right words to tell him lame stories she was fond of.

"I'm used to sailing, yeah. Was part of a crew for almost two years and then left because I couldn't find my place there. It was my father's crew."

"So it runs in the family."

"Kind of," a sour smile creeped on her lips. "My mother hated pirates. How come she married one? He didn't become a pirate until years later."

After another long glance towards a constellation she just noticed, she brought the bottle to her lips and gulped down until half of the bottle was gone. The memories flowing back always left a bad taste in her mouth, a sensation she wanted to fight against with some more alcohol.

"And you are a pirate."

The conclusion was obvious.

"I don't think I have to say it out loud, do I?"

The sad smile on her lips didn't falter. The spoken admission that her mother hated her guts for choosing the same life as her father would've hurt more than the silence that spoke for itself. Memories sucked her into the past like a water vortex in the middle of the sea.

"What do you mean by 'I'm leaving in the morning?" her mother had furrowed her eyebrows at her.

The tension could've been cut through with the knife resting against the young girl's hip. She resembled her father too well: they walked the same, they had the same gaze and far too similar weapons.

Before her mother's eyes wasn't standing a daughter anymore, but a pirate, monsters she hated from the bottom of her heart. Cruel, ruthless, merciless monsters with no hearts. People with egos bigger than their bounties and strength that could wipe away entire islands.

Demons.

Her daughter has become a demon.

"You're talking after your monster of a father," her mother spat out after slapping the table with her palm.

"We both know he was more humane than you."

"Where did you learn such words from, girl?!"

"You."

The witch was still standing in front of the door with a bag hung over her right shoulder. A merely sixteen years old with fire burning in her irises.

"He's a criminal and a thief on top of it! A liar! A betrayer!" the woman's voice rose higher, threatening to break glass.

"Maybe you didn't agree with his living style, but he's never done anything to us! The sea is a battlefield, it's kill or get—"

"I've heard that excuse coming from him countless times, I don't need you to quote that man!"

"If he is just 'a man' for you, just know that he was always more of a father for me than you were a mother."

A sharp sound bounced off the walls and the young witch's cheek stung after the woman's hand flew across her face. Her head turned to the side, but no whimper left her lips.

"I dare you to say that again. As if you didn't live under my rooftop ever since he became a pirate — a monster."

The young girl used to be bold even at that time. Her left cheek ached painfully, but it didn't stop the fire from burning. No, it was like pouring gasoline over it, thinking it would stop.

She turned her head towards her mother and rolled her shoulders back, eyes boring holes into her forehead.

"He was a better father than you were a mother."

A stable voice and clear words filled with venom to the brim. She didn't falter, nails digging into her palms as she tried to contain her anger — her hatred.

"Is that what you wanted to hear? You lack self awareness, mom. You seem to forget about the times when you'd tell me I'll become a failure just like him. You intentionally brush aside the speeches you gave me about how no matter what I wish for, I have to just suck it up and accept the fact that all I will ever be is an obedient girl. I'm not obedient and I'm not a girl — I'm a pirate. No one on the sea cares whether or not I'm a woman."

"These are fairy tales for children! You won't be able to survive for longer than a day. You will come back crawling at me and I'll remind you who was right!"

"See? Exactly what I was saying. You're just proving my points and yet you cease to realize. Everytime you hit me, everytime you degrade me, every single time when you want to show me you have power over me — all of these are pointless."

A reckless teenager grasping for the first time at the notion of freedom after mourning her deceased father for five days. A flame learning how to burn.

She made one step closer, the furrow between her eyebrows deepening.

"Kill me. You've always craved seeing my father dead, didn't you? Why don't you kill me too? Wouldn't that make you happy? I bet it would, since you always acted like it."

Words could hurt and she learnt it from her mother, it seemed like. She's never heard someone use words like she wielded knives better than that woman and that time it backfired.

Before she even realized it, the bottle her fingers gripped at was almost empty, making it easier for tears to gather in the corners of her eyes. She's been silent for so long and Zoro glanced at her from his peripheral.

"And him?"

"Been dead for three years. I became a part of his crew right after. It didn't make any sense to continue living in my hometown any longer. They're like a shadow ship — they refused to give the title of Captain to someone else, even if technically the one in command now is the Vice Captain. Whenever they need to make a decision, they think of what their deceased Captain would've done."

The swordsman by her side crossed his arm over his chest and grinned.

"That's one hell of a loyal crew."

They were my family, even if they would drink late in the night and have awful cooking skills. They would laugh and offer me advice, they taught me what a pirate's pride is about.

"You still seem regretful."

The witch turned her head towards Zoro and he swore he'd never seen so many emotions flowing in those beautiful eyes of hers. They glowed with golden sparkles hence the gas lamp. There laid honesty and fierceness, a human who turned against its nature and decided to go further.

"I never regretted leaving. I don't regret any of it. Maybe there were things I shouldn't have said or done. I could've been kinder, less revengeful. If I am to be honest, despite being aware of the consequences and effects of my actions, I don't regret it. It can't be undone and there's no place for apologies when I meant what I said."

"The crew scolded you."

It wasn't a question, but a statement. Obviously, the crew was formed by men and a few women past twenty. They had more life experience than her.

"A little bit. They were, indeed, more mature than me," her head turned towards the horizon again.

Vague and cryptic answers, harder to decipher than Poneglyphs. However, Zoro wasn't an archeologist and he didn't ask for more than she was able to share, which made her shoulder relax. The witch didn't even notice when she tensed up.

He stretched out his legs from their crossed position and leaned better against the barrel. It seemed like the pirate hunter didn't have any intention of leaving the deck.

Their shoulders remained close and none of them moved closer or farther away. Both of them were content with burning a little more before admitting the truth even to themselves.

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savannahsdeath · 9 months

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ELLIE WILLIAMS X JEWELRY LOVER!READER HEADCANONS

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! contains nsfw

writers note: i want to thank you all for all the support on my other posts!! it means so, so much to me.. i always dreamt about being a recognized creator on here and yall really make me believe in myself istgg the confidence boost🙏🙏

🌿 she buys you both matching bracelets<3

🌿 she often handcrafts accessories for you as gifts

🌿 she always helps you pick your jewels so they match your outfit even tho she has no idea about that😭her sense of style is just at a beginner level

🌿 when you are feeling down, she surprises you with a shiny new piece, knowing just the right one to cheer you up

🌿 everytime shes out with dina/jesse and she sees a shop with cute necklaces she just runs there. when jesse turns around shes already inside!! he always teases her about the fact shes literally spoiling you but she doesnt care. her excuse is 'happy wife, happy life' or smthn like that..

🌿 however she hates when you spend too much money on jewelry. like, its okay when she does, but you just cant

🌿 its because she prefers to buy you things by herself. why? its simple - you always reward her

🌿 youre hella mad at her that she always wears the same rings and that she doesnt match them with the weather, her mood and outfit like how could she be so tasteless😡

🌿 whenever shes going on a patrol you give her your bracelet or whatever<3

🌿 shes overall very happy you love jewelry because its easy to satisfy you. having an anniversary? doesnt know what to give you? a ring with some interesting history behind it !!

🌿 she obviously gave you a ring with her name engraved on it. its a simple silver one so it matches your every outfit and you can wear it everydayyy!!

🌿 you have sm of those shiny things you probably never even wore some of them sooo to prevent that everytime she buys you a new one she makes you wear it instantly. even if you keep saying 'look at me, i will look like an idiot, it doesnt fit!!' she doesnt care. she thinks youre overreacting sooo muchhh😭 because you are

🌿 one time she brought you a simple necklace that looked pretty basic and really like soft?? yk it was just so.. normal. but it was one youve always dreamt about because it has some realllyyyyy expensive things in them.

🌿 ellie randomly came up behind you and just fastened it around your neck. you were speechless. truly speechless. so instead of some 'thank you' shit you just turned around and kissed her.

🌿 she was giggling at how easy it is to please you (nah not really, she had to work extra hours to buy it but ykwim). you had no idea she buys you all these things mostly because of the way you 'thank her' for them. you always thought shes just being niceeeee

🌿 but yeah, you ended up filled by her fingers. you couldnt tell is she really that good or is it just the happiness from the gift making you feel better than usual. not like you dont feel good usually too, but this day was just something different. she barely even started and you were already soaking, moaning her name and turning into a wreck. literally, you were a whimpering mess. but she loved it (i mean, thats why she brought you that lil gift in the first place??)

🌿 you wake up next morning, your head on her chest, cleaned up and all (ellie definitely does the best after care). shes fully awake, stroking your hair with one hand and playing with your little fingers with the other. you looked up at her and she looked.. different? i mean she had that terrible smirk on her face as usually but you could tell something was off

🌿 she asked you some how are you feeling's and shi before simply saying "bad news"

🌿 you pulled away from her, leaning on your elbows, waiting for her to elaborate

🌿 "i dont know how this happened but.." she stretched her arm that was previously playing with your hair out and grabbed your new necklace from a bedside shelf. it was broken. literally cut in half.

🌿 "oh" was the only thing you managed to say as you lied back on her chest and her hand was in your hair again.

🌿 "dont worry, ill get you a new one. and this.. we can sell it.. y'know, theres a lot of people that wish to have one, even if its broken" she chuckled.

🌿 she wasnt sad at all, she just hoped you werent too. but you were. until she brought you a new one and fucked you to the point you almost passed out (this time without the necklace on)

#ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie williams #wlw smut #reqs open #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #imagine #headcanon #headcanons #jewelry #ellie williams x jewelry lover!reader #jewelry lover #levelry lover!reader

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harryssattelitestomper · 9 months

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Adore You💘

My Masterlist

A/N: The third part of The Fine Line - series!

Warnings: Maybe some cursing. Fluff.

Wordcount: 623

in which, Harry has never been happier.

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"Bye baby, have fun!", you wished Harry as he picked up the lunch you made him to take with and left to go to the studio. He was going to go work on some new lyrics he'd been stuck on with Tom and some other people.

That gave you the time to get some work done and go to the grocery store to pick up some things for the dinner you planned for tonight.

Harry had been really stressed because he was having a major writing slump he just couldn't get pass. So you thought making his favorite dinner would take some of the baggage off of his shoulders.

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It was nearing four pm and you had finally finished your work. So you had time to head to the grocery store to get a few things you needed for dinner.

You took your purse and your keys and headed to your car. Playing some Fleetwood Mac, you drove to the store.

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The trip to the grocery store only took you about a half an hour so you had more than enough time to prepare dinner. You decided to make a creamy pasta that was one of Harry's favorites.

The pasta was almost done when Harry sent you a message saying he was on his way home. After you quickly answered him to drive safe, you finished up the pasta and poured some wine to the glasses.

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"Lovie, I'm home!", Harry yelled out as he was taking hi shoes off. He had had an awful time at the studio, nothing going well; the coffee was out, one of his friends was sick and the lyrics he had wrote were complete shit - he just wanted to go home and see you.

As he put down his stuff and made his way through your shared home, the smell of a home cooked meal filled his nostrils. The smell making him immediately feel more at ease.

"Hi baby.", you said to him as he walked past the kitchen enterance and towards you, wrapping you in a tight hug.

His face smushed in between your shoulder and neck, he mumbled "Smells good." "Good, I made your favorite. Figured you've been so stressed and wanted to do something nice for you" you huffed out a laugh as you removed yourself from his warm embrace and led him to the dining table.

Harry didn't think he could love you any more. He couldn't help but think what he'd done in his life to deserve to have someone like you to love him the way you do.

As he slowly made him way down to sit on the chair, he looked at you with so much love in his heart it almost burned it through.

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Harry woke up the next morning turning to his left side to face you, admiring your peaceful face as you slept. Sometimes he couldn't believe his luck. He had you; someone who loved his family as if they were her own, who always went the extra mile to make him smile, and most importantly, someone who loved him for him, someone who loved him unconditionally.

And he came to the realization that he would do anything for you, including walking through fire.

As he was in his own bubble of thought, sudden inspiration hit him. It was like a light bulb just went on, on top of his head.

He quietly got out of bed, as to not wake you. And quickly made his way through the house and into his homestudio. Taking out his notebook and swiftly scribbling down the lyrics that came to his mind.

'I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do'

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A/N: I'll try to make the next parts longer. But everytime I feel like I'm just rambling and there's no story behind it.😫

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edsmidnightrain · 10 months

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Strings

Hey y'all, I'm on a 15 hour road trip and decided to write this ficlet that been in my drafts for months. So here's 1k words of Steddie with equal parts smut and angst. Hope y'all enjoy.

Also inspired by prompts 186 “No strings attached.”, 187 “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” , 29 “There was never an us.” and 30 “So that’s it? It’s over?” from this list

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Steve and Eddie had been spending a lot of time together since the upside down, hell, Eddie had practically moved in and Steve was totally okay with it, he was doing fine. Except he wasn’t doing fine, Steve could feel himself falling for Eddie more and more as the days passed. And sure Eddie had come out to the party as gay, but that didn’t automatically mean he liked Steve. He was sure Eddie would want someone who was into the same things as him. Someone who liked Metal, and D&D. Not someone like Steve who is the complete opposite of him, a preppy jock who listens to top 40 and wears polo shirts. However, knowing Eddie probably didn’t reciprocate his feelings and getting over said feelings were two separate things and Steve hadn’t mastered the moving on part just yet. Meanwhile, Eddie laid on the pet names and was always pretty touchy with Steve which made his feelings worse. But Steve knew that Eddie was just being friendly and funny even if he sometimes wondered what it would be like if Eddie did like him back.

One day, the two were hanging out at Steve’s house while his parents were away as they often were. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie Steve didn’t really care about but Eddie seemed excited for. Eddie was leaning into his space and Steve couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed Eddie’s stupid, perfect face in his hands and kissed him. Eddie was shocked at first but quickly started kissing back. They made out for a while before Steve pulled back.

“Eddie…”

“It’s okay Stevie, it doesn't have to mean anything, just two friends helping each other out, no strings attached right?”

“Right.” Steve said and pulled Eddie into another searing kiss.

This went on for a few minutes until both boys were breathless and half hard. Eddie pulled back this time, “do you wanna keep going or…”

“Yes, fuck please.”

“Shit I love when you beg sweetheart.”

Steve practically melted at the pet name like he did everytime Eddie let it slip.

Steve couldn’t handle the sexual tension anymore and dropped to his knees without warning. Eddie immediately spoke up, “woah Stevie you don’t have to-”

“I really really want to Eds. Please.”

“Fuck okay baby go ahead.”

That was a new one, Eddie had never called him baby before and Steve was already addicted to the way the word sounded coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Steve pulled Eddie’s jeans down and began to kiss his now fully hard cock through his briefs. Eddie gasped and let his hands slide into Steve’s famous hair. Steve decided he’d teased enough and pulled Eddie’s dick out of his boxers, kissing the tip a few times before taking the head into his mouth. Eddie’s hands tightened in Steve’s hair at the feeling of his hot mouth around Eddie’s cock. Steve continued his movements until Eddie’s dick hit the back of his throat. He pulled off quickly to breathlessly mutter five words, “Fuck my face Eddie. Please.” Eddie moaned just from hearing Steve say those words and quickly pushed his cock back into Steve’s mouth, roughly thrusting into the wet heat of Steve’s throat. Steve had tears falling down his cheeks and was moaning around Eddie’s cock adding to the older boy’s pleasure. Eddie came hard into Steve’s mouth with one final thrust. Steve swallowed as much as he could, letting the rest drip down his chin. He relished in the salty taste of Eddie’s cum and smiled fucked out and dopey.

Eddie took one look at Steve and immediately switched their positions so Steve was on the couch and Eddie was on his knees. “Eddie wait-” Steve spoke up as Eddie pulled down his pants and boxers to find that Steve had come in his pants while sucking him off.

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“ Fuck you, you clearly know the answer to that.”

A few minutes later, Steve speaks up again, “Do you think we could do this again, still no strings attached obviously but like I had fun and something tells me you did too.”

“Course Stevie, nothing wrong with two guys helping each other get off.”

“Okay good.”

“Yes, now let’s start the movie over since someone so rudely interrupted it.

A few months had passed and Steve and Eddie were still hooking up almost everyday, both still assuring themselves that it was just between friends and there were no feelings involved. However both boys knew it was deeper than that. Especially Steve who was downright in love at this point. Until Eddie showed up at Steve’s one day with a large smile on his face.

“Hey Eds, what’s up?”

“I met someone.”

As soon as the words left Eddie’s mouth, Steve’s heart shattered. After the months they’d spent hooking up, Steve had started to convince himself that maybe Eddie felt the same. But clearly he was wrong.

Steve must’ve been silent for too long because Eddie immediately got defensive, “What? You can’t even be happy for me?”

“What about us? You’re just gonna throw that away for some guy?”

“There was never an us Harrington, no strings attached, remember?”

“Really we’re back to Harrington? And what about all those things you said when you’d fuck me? how you loved fucking me and never wanted to fuck another guy again? how I was yours and you didn’t want to see me with anyone else?”

“Those are just words Steve, I just said those things in the moment, it didn’t mean anything. I’m not yours and you’re not mine”

“So that’s it? It’s over?” Steve asked heartbroken.

“There was nothing there to begin with Steve. We said no strings attached and I kept my word, it’s not my fault you caught feelings.”

Eddie walked away leaving the other boy in pieces but what Steve didn’t know is that Eddie’s heart shattered that day too. And while he tried to pick up the pieces and move on with someone else, no one made him feel like Steve did. So much for no strings attached, Eddie could still feel the cut string aching to be reconnected with Steve.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #smut #steddie smut #angst #steddie angst #kie writes

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thewidowsledger · 11 months

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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 5: Secrets Out

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: 18+, violence

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You discreetly made your way through the private entrance, a pathway reserved only for the workers of the club. But sometimes this would also be the exit of those big patrons of the club, except that sometimes they would leave with the girls you work with.

You took your earphones off your ears as you slid the door, and made your way to your personal area. You glanced at yourself through your small vanity mirror and checked the whole area curious as to why you're the only one here.

This evening seems to be different. Usually you would arrive here with a lot of girls already fixing each other, complimenting each other, talking about the clients they had the other night. It disgusts you actually that they would always compliment each other but would talk shit as soon as the other turned around or how they would fuck each other's boyfriends or girlfriends behind each other's back.

You are new here, you perform and the other nights you're a cocktail server. You've been working here at Valkyrie's club for a month now. But still the other girls don't talk to you, they won't even notice you when you come in. They would just notice you when you get a big tip from some guest. But everytime that happens they would always give you a piercing look that could literally kill. One time you had a big tip, you didn't know that the other girls knew, but they do; they know everything. They told everything to Penelope and she came up to you and threatened you to know your place. You know damn well that they just wanted a fight out of you, so you didn't give them the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. You could literally see how pissed Penelope was when you didn't shoot her any words, you didn't even glance at her.

Penelope, she is the most booked and prized worker of the club. Everybody likes her, except you of course. She possesses a natural air of confidence and seductiveness. However, beneath her polished facade, there lurked a simmering resentment and jealousy towards those who dared to steal even a sliver of her spotlight. That's what she calls it, stealing. She doesn't like it when someone gets more attention and…more money, tips. In her quest to maintain her reign as the center of attention, her sharp tongue would sometimes lash out, disguised as sarcasm or biting remarks, leaving no doubt that she despised any girl who dared to steal the limelight she believed was exclusively hers. And you actually don't get why the other girls would act like she's like a famous Hollywood star. They would always try to befriend her while Penelope is being a bitch to them.

There are also some rumors circling around that she has connections with some mobsters and she could literally order to kill anyone if she wanted, and you knew better than to get in her way.

You took your phone out of your windbreaker's jacket and checked the message Valkyrie sent you a few hours ago: Hey are you free? I want you in tonight, I know you don't do private shows so your pay will be coming from me as always so you don't have to get around to get some tips, but you can still do that if you want to you know? Anyway, the show starts at 10, don't be late.

You instinctively looked at the clock of the room, it was already 9:26 in the evening.

"Okay, almost half an hour. Let's do this." You muttered to yourself.

You opened your spotify and played the Black Swan playlist you downloaded, putting it on speaker. You went to your usual routine, you took your make-up kit out of your navy blue Jansport backpack.

You started tiptoeing with your pink slides to the song 'A Room of Her Own' by Clint Mansell, one of the songs in the playlist. Your arms gracefully extended like wings while you're holding your mascara, caressing the air around you, your feet barely touched the ground as you leapt and spun.

You were startled when you heard the door open harshly. And speaking of the devil, Penelope emerged from behind.

"Why are you here?"

"I-uhh, I-Valkyrie called me in. She said that I'm…in… tonight." You stuttered, lost in your words. You immediately put your music to stop, the sound of awkwardness replacing the room.

Penelope looked at you from head to toe with disappointment and annoyance in her face.

"Oh for the love of Goddess of Death, Valky," she muttered to herself but you heard it.

"You get your shit done and come with me." Penelope strictly commanded as she pointed her index finger to you before making her way out.

"What? Wh-no I'm not…I don't do private shows I just–"

"Yeah, dance?" Penelope turned around and let out a loud mocking laugh, she took a step towards you and once again glared at you from head to toe, "I wonder why they called you the Dancing Queen, or should I say…Dancing Freak?" she laughed again but louder this time enunciating the 'Dancing Freak' mockingly.

"If Valkyrie didn't message you then you don't have to be here, if you got one from her then this is the place where you needed to be," Penelope closed the distance between the both of you, "And you got one so you do what I say."

You just nodded. As soon as she turned her back at you, you rolled your eyes on her.

"You do what I say," you mockingly repeated, "What are you? My mom?" You huffed at her. But quickly stood straight as soon as she started talking again.

"There are exclusive patrons tonight, the club is reserved only for them," Penelope looked at you again, "And I don't have time to instruct shit to you because I am getting a good fuck tonight while you on the other hand will just dance at your little stage." She smirked at you and let out a few chuckles.

But the thing is you had no problem with that, you don't do private shows because you know how things end up after it. During a private show, the client and the dancer would be in a private room for lap dance. And there is a rule of no touching the girls but for some reasons most of your co-workers ends up getting fucked. The worst case you encountered was when a girl you work with was dragged out of the club for having an affair with someone's wife. The bouncers didn't even do their jobs and you knew that the husband paid them not to interrupt. It's still money after all. And you couldn't get into those, you don't plan on getting to those.

"Your song will be dropped in 15." Penelope rolled her eyes on you as she made her way out, she sharply glanced at you over her shoulders, "What's your name?"

"Y/N, I'm–"

"Y/N, know your place. Got that?"

"Yeah..." You responded immediately, because you feel like there is a sniper aiming towards you right now, and once she snapped. You're dead, dead as hell.

You felt like a cold bucket of water was washed over you when she said those, but you brushed away her threats. You know your place, you always do.

As soon as she was out of your sight, you took your windbreaker and jogging pants out of your body. Revealing the black lingerie behind it.

"So what if you're going to get a good fuck tonight? My vibrator for sure does a lot better than whoever will fuck you..." You huffed.

As you took your bag, your old pointe shoe that has a lot of stitches in it caught your attention, and you smiled at the sight of it. You grabbed the box of your 5 inch spool heel out beside it, as soon as you wore it you quickly criss-crossed each lace and tied it at the back of your calves.

You took the garment you're going to wear, it is a red short dress, the fabric is silk; smooth against your skin. Comfortable enough, you think. It embraced your figure with a tailored fit, revealing your cleavage. Its sleek silhouette highlighted your slender waist.

You stood and walked towards the mirror, you let out a deep sigh, "Something's missing." You panicked and started to search for your pocket knife, you always bring it with you in case of emergency. You actually don't know how to use it, but you know that you'll surely know how to in a mere second something bad happens.

You stared at your eyes that reflected on it.

"Perfect, let's get this over with baby."

⧗

You walked through the halls of the club, the loud banging sound getting nearer and nearer. For a few seconds, the loud banging sound was replaced with a different music, your song. Love is a Bitch by Two Feet

You don't actually practice when it comes to this, you just go and do your thing with whatever song comes on. You let out a deep sigh, and checked the knife placed on your leg, behind your exposed lingerie before stepping at the back of the stage.

"You got this Y/N. You got this. Get your shit done and go home."

You entered at the mid-part of the song, as soon as you stepped on the stage, a surge of nervous energy coursed through your veins. But you're used to it, you just need to get the song to consume you.

The dimly lit room came alive with the sound of whistles, shouts, and groans of pleasure. The gaze of patrons fixed upon you, their eyes were hungry for you as you moved like a fluid on the stage.

The room seemed to be different, the guests, the patron were all wearing a suit, very formal you think. But you shook away your thoughts and just minded your own business. You dance with the song. The lights perfectly illuminated your every move. You walked towards the pole and grinded your ass behind it. Your heart pounded in your chest, becoming intertwined with the pulsating beats of the music.

I'm tryin'

I'm tryin' not to forget my words

'Cause when I'm around you, I tend not to changin' my mind

The whistles and shouts once again erupted from the audiences. The attention was indeed validating, but a part of you couldn't help but feel a slight disgust at the objectifying reactions. You hated it, but you reminded yourself that this is what you signed for.

You caressed the pole and started to circle around it. You glanced around the room and saw Penelope with a group of patrons. And there is someone looking towards you, it's a familiar figure actually. You watched as they laughed but the this person just kept their eyes on you.

You know that look, you only know one person who gazes like that. You can't be wrong, your eyes filled with horror as you realized...

Shatana, was it Shatana? No, no, no, fuck...

"My name's Natasha! What's yours!"

My name's Y/N...what...in the hell I am answering her this late? How would she hear my stupid thoughts you stupid, Y/N!

You're killing yourself in your mind as everything dawned to you. She was the woman you met few weeks ago, the woman who saved you. And you didn't give her your name when she asked you, great. Now you just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible, you're close to considering jolting like Naruto towards the door.

You were actually impressed to yourself, doing your job hot as always, but you were killing yourself in your mind at the same time.

You removed your eyes towards her direction, but Penelope's action made you grip the pole harder as she made her way towards Natasha, she sat beside her, you could clearly see how she played with her collar, unbuttoning her suit. At this point you just wanted to let the floor eat you.

But Natasha never looked away from you, she watched you like a hawk watching its prey.

So...Penelope's getting fucked by her...tonight? Wow...what? What wow? No…I'm not—

Fuck Y/N know your place, you know your place...

Penelope was reserved by Natasha tonight, the thought made something twist in your stomach.

You took a boldness out of you, you feel that your song is going to end. So you allowed yourself to surrender completely to the music, igniting a fire inside you. You groped your breasts and caressed your neck while grinding your ass to the pole with a pleasurable expression showing in your face. You looked over to Natasha and smirked seductively, you swear you saw her clench her jaw.

And you saw how she quickly stood in frustration when the lights of the platform you were in went off together with your song.

The groans of disappointment of the patrons filled the air as everything went down, they were demanding for more.

You exited from the dark stage with a satisfied smirk, you brushed off the blush forming in your cheeks—and the thoughts of Penelope getting railed by her instead of…

"Hey, someone wants you there." The bouncer called your attention.

"No, I'm just here to perform. I-I don't do...you know private shows." You quickly explained as you started feeling anxious.

He walked over to the entrance and held the door for you, "We have rules, you call us out when something happens."

"I don't have much of a choice do I?" You smiled awkwardly to the bouncer as you walk to the door.

The thoughts of Penelope's threat came over your mind.

"You know your place, Y/N. Don't get in her way, don't get in anybody's way." You muttered as you reminded yourself.

"Yo, chica!" A man sitting in one of the leather couches signaled you over.

You cringe at the nickname he gave you and looked up at him, his area was a little secluded, 2nd floor balcony of the club, "Okay...maybe this is my place." You muttered to yourself as you quickly walk your way to the man sitting alone.

Right now you just wanted everything to end and go home.

When you're finally in front of him, he quickly grabbed your hand and kissed it, he looked up at you seductively. His mouth released some smoke, you couldn't help but cough. You felt something wrong, your body starting to get cold. You glanced over the bouncer who had been standing beside the stage but he wasn't there anymore. The man never released his grip on your hand. You tried checking over Natasha's area where you saw her earlier, but she wasn't there.

Oh, maybe she's giving Penelope a good fuck now.

"Why don't you sit, chica?" The man called you, he brushed his thumbs over your knuckles. As you faced him you were once again welcomed by the smoke coming out of his mouth. You coughed harshly this time.

You startled when you heard a couple of incoming steps, you saw a figure walking towards your place.

It was Natasha...

As soon as she made it in front of you, she faced the man. In a blink of an eye she took the cigarette out of the his mouth and squeezed it to the ground.

"What the fuck? Who do you think you are?!" The man that was holding you lost his grip on you as he stood and shouted over Natasha's face.

Natasha looked at you with concern, and she just held your hand. But as soon as you both started to walk away the man grabbed her shoulder and aimed a punch straight to her jaw.

You backed away from the commotion.

The man grabbed something behind his pants, you could see how sharp it was. It was a detailed-engraved knife as if it was personalized.

Natasha clenched her jaw and smirked at the sight of his knife, but it only fueled the anger of the man. Without a second the man slowly walked towards Natasha and caressed the knife in her cheeks.

"You're feisty, I would be lying if I said I don't like it," He huffed straight to her face, his eyes darkened, "But I want that girl more so try not to be jealous." He pointed at you using the knife.

You were trembling, scared of what might happen. You just wanted to run away. But Natasha…what is she doing? Is she crazy?

You watched as the man threatened her with the knife. You reflexively took a step back when Natasha grabbed the hand of the man and snapped it, he wailed in pain. You swear, despite the loud banging sound of the club you heard how his bones snapped. Natasha took the knife and examined it before putting it in her pocket. She kicked the right leg of the man making him kneel in front of her, you were stunned in horror when she gripped the man's hair and started punching his face over and over and over. As soon as she's satisfied, a loud thud was heard when she released her hold on the man. He was now unconscious, his whole face bleeding, lying on the ground. Natasha shook her right hand two times, you could clearly see some blood splattering away, but you didn't know if it was from the man's face or she had bruises while doing it.

She took a handful of cash in her pocket. She turned and flashed the wad of money to you.

"Can I get a private show?"

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fanfic

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vanamozblr · 3 days

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tips how i lost 18kg (39lbs) easily in a 1 and a half months ɞ˚‧｡⋆

- I started off being 78.4kg (172lbs) and now I'm 60.2kg (132lbs)

-i had no food intake calorie limit, this significantly lowerd my stress but instead i focused to burning 300 calories at least per day, the human body naturally burns about 1500 cals per day, so I had on average 1800 cals burned per day.

-I mainly went on walks and sometimes did light running. Also, I did exeriecises in bed while on my phone, such as side leg raises, half bridge pose, I did them many times a day for 10mins each. I also occasionally did actual work outs but i didn't do them like everyday.

-I fasted for 8 hours every day immediately from waking up to about when my family came home/i got out from school, I had a lot of water and black coffee with ⅓ teaspoon of sugar & diet coke during this time.

-I never ate if someone was not looking. to not concern people i only had omad with my family and I ate as much as I needed to, sometimes I ate tiniest amount or even got a second plateful, you shouldn't count cals but insted analyze how much you need to survive to the next time you eat. and also it depends on the food, like if we had pizza I only took one small slice, but if we had salad and mashed potatoes, I took more of those. analyze how much energy the food will give you instead of how many calories it has.

-to avoid binging distract yourself, sleep, draw, read, watch movies, pretend you are an super model, girlblog, do enything fun and entertaining to forget to eat and make the time pass!

- finally romantize the EVER LOVING SHIT out of your life, love the feeling of being melancholic and hungry, make 📌pintrest boards of how you want to look like, think about how perfect you'll be when you're finally at you gw. everytime you feel like binging try to look im the future at the life you'll live and how amazing it will be<3

#@na motivation #@na vent #@nor3xia #@nor3×14 #th1gh g@p #th1nsp1ration #thinspø #@n@ diary #@na buddy #redbraceletclub #an@rexi@#an@ tips #@na rules #@na shit #@n@ buddy #@n@ trigger #@n@ tips

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It had been such a shit day. Price went around at 3 am knocking on everyone's door to wake them up and start the mission. You were still cuddled up in his arms for the first time in 6 months after not seeing each other. You didn't know what he was up to in that time. Maybe he spent his time on another mission he didn't tell you about, maybe with his wife he didn't tell you about, maybe with his kids - he didn't tell you about. You never asked questions but if Gaz or Soap did, you gladly listened but not much came from it.

The loud bang on his door woke you up from your slumber and made you wince. You lifted your head carefully up from his arms and looked down on him.

Fuck he was gorgeous. You thought it everytime you looked at him. He had to have a wife and probably 5 children waiting for him at home but instead of feeling disgusted by yourself -by fucking a maybe married man every night and crumbing in his arms, silently moaning his name over and over again until you eventually forgot it, acting as if he was yours, as if you were competing with a woman whose name was a mystery to you- you leaned down to kiss his neck. You’ve done worse things after all.

It was more than one innocent peck, more tongue than lip probably. Fuck it was 3 am and your brain was lacking sleep. Your tongue stayed on the skin of his neck as your hand explored his still naked body. You felt his heartbeat under the palm of your hand and liked to think it was quicker than usual, further down his abs still felt like he was molded by Michelangelo himself even after half a year -enough to make any sane woman drool- and when your hand touched his lower abdomen and brushed though coarse hair to grab his... - "you need to leave (y/n)" He whispered in a drowsy voice when he held your naked waist against his body. "Mhhh." You said looking up at him - his hair a mess and... oh you needed to kiss him. You don't know if he saw that look on your face but he let go of you and stood up from his bed- his back facing you to pick up your underwear from the floor and putting it next to you. The room reeked of sex but it was freezing inside. You winced a second time as the cool air hit your body- not protected by his warmth anymore and the sheets only covering your hips.

In no time he was in his uniform while you just managed to slip into your underwear. The black t shirt of yours sat tight around you and camo pants wide when you were finally ready. He opened the door to see if anyone was walking in the hallway and when he noticed you were in the clear he send you away.

"You look terrible, lass." Soap said when he chewed on some old bread "Didn't sleep well?" He added "No, I slept terribly." You said and glanced at the man you spend the night with for any reaction. Just a glance, an annoyed expression, a smirk - give me anything you thought. But nothing. He never said anything. The second you left his room it was gone - whatever you had. It vanished and was violently drowned by his own hands. You weren't lacking confidence but it did something to you and you looked to the ground.

And now you've been waiting here for 9 hours in the pouring rain, waiting for the next lighting to struck close by. Your clothes were soaked since the second you had to lay down in the grass and your body shivered each time a gust of wind touched your skin. Every once in a while you had to brush away the raindrops on the glass of your binoculars because you refused to let your dear rifle witness this atrocity.

The clicking of your radio almost spooked you "Ok we're packing up. Let's see if we get a better chance tomorrow. Over." You heard Price say and a few 'Roger's following. A groan and a few curses left your lips as you rose to your knees. The fabric was drenched in mud and water and you wished to be back home after just one day. "Fuck this shit. I fucking hate this bullshit. Fuck this place." You cursed as you trudged back to base.

Discarding your unused rifle half heartedly in the armory, you went to see soap and gaz in a secluded corridor "Kill. Me." With a huff you leant on Soaps shoulder as he patted your head. "Shit day?" Gaz asked before you gave him the finger. Soap stepped away when he realised you were still in your wet clothes "Asshole." You hissed "Where are the others?" But you meant to ask for just one person. "Don't know. I guess Price's office." "I'd say we go outside for a smoke but it looks like it's still raining." It didn't look like it was still raining it looked like the world was ending. The clouds were black, the thunder right above the house and the wind howling against the windows. It was barely past 1 pm but it seemed like it was night time. "Beer?" Soap suggested "Pass. I'll head off to my bed." He chuckled but you weren't kidding and walked away from the two. For whatever reason you walked past your room and onto the next to barge inside. "Sergeant (Y/L/N)?" He said quickly rising up to his full height. "Lieutenant" You didn't know why you were still addressing each other with your ranks when it's just the two of you and he'd be inside of you in a few minutes. Maybe it was him trying to tell you how fucked up it was. He killed people, betrayed allies and left teammates behind for the sake of the mission but this is where he draws the line? Well he failed at that every single night so far. He looked you up and down "You're freezing." He said. It was a statement- no concern in his voice- just the truth. He had his balaclava still on but seemed like he has changed into dry clothes already. The tall man tilted his head into the direction of his bathroom. He sometimes had his own. There were benefits to fucking your boss. Maybe he wouldn't promote you, or treat you nicer on the field, or let you run one lap less than the others when no one was watching - but you sometimes got to have your own shower. It wasn't bad when it was only soap and gaz you had to share it with but when other men came into the equation the times you went to the bathroom were restricted to 3 to 4 am so you didn't need to see them.

It was a small room with a dingy light but enough for not tripping and making it onto the long list of soldiers who died on missions. You slowly stripped from your clothes and he came up behind you to put his towels to the side and give you a fresh one. The water was cold at first- freezing cold even when you put your hand under the shower...

[Idk how to continue this but that's what I came up with]

#posting this blank bc its making me feel all the emotions #I DONT KNOW WJERE THIS JS FOING BUT OMFG IM NDKSMSJEEOR #MY BRAIN IS SCATTERED #AISNSKSNSJ #bubbly speaks <3 #cod mw22 #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod fluff #cod smut #cod x

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‘Something to come home to.’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- a long-ish smutty hurt comfort fic 4 u all. i kinda got inspired by those sultry neo noir characters in movies that have to patch each other up but there’s this cold pining connection between them. so yeah enjoy <33

It was barbaric. He was a fucking doctor, he studied multiple years for that diploma, a little sheet of paper proving he knows an abysmal amount on the human body yet he couldn't take care of himself whenever he was wounded but of course he would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. It only showed that Doctor Strange wasn't as unbreakable as he seemed, that stoic picture shattering every time he raggedly found himself not being able to defeat other worldly presences.

Stephen Strange was in over his head to say the least.

He could have used the special herbs that stayed cosy in Kamar Taj but he couldn't leave the Sanctum, someone needed to be stationed here. While everyone else was experiencing the greened valleys of Nepal, he was drowning in the dreary New York City air, rainy and darkened by the black of night- bloodied and bruised, sad eyes street lamp lit.

You were here too.

Stephen resented the way he couldn't ask for help, it made him feel weak and vulnerable in ways he couldn't possibly fathom. It was a case of classic narcissim, he'd grown bitterness everytime he couldn't defeat whoever he needed that day, it bruised his ever growing ego.

You were reading in the library to pass the time, so bored of the silent space in the Sanctum; Stephen just came back from being the hero as always, avenging the wronged and saving the universe from cosmic torment-avoiding you as always but you caught a glimpse of him, he was hiding his face and it was almost as if he was limping. You assumed he didn't need your help, you didn't need to question his durability. You quirked an eyebrow when he passed by, but you just let it slide.

A few hours passed and you were sure you could eat just about anything you were so hungry. You jolted up and left your book nestled on the antique as you padded barefoot on the laminate to find something to gnaw on. You walked down the hallway, non chalant in your movements when you passed Stephen's open door to his bedroom. He never left his door open.

You had to take another look, slowly inching back as your gaze lingered to him.

Jesus.

The moonlight shone a dark blue that covered the room, it was light enough to see him sat there, bloodied.

Stephen was sat at the edge of his bed, shirtless and littered in bruises and cuts covering his foehead with a bag of frozen peas or something similar to that. His grunted pains short as he reigned it all in with a sucked in breath. You noticed that his stitches were half done, cocking your head at the fact he clearly couldn't patch himself up but he attempted to anyway. The man was a fucking doctor. You were glad that he didn't notice you standing at his door frame.

‘’You really need to stop going out and getting yourself in messes like this.’’

Stephen looked up and saw you, standing there with arms crossed leaning against the frame of the door, so obviously judgemental in your stance but you clearly tried to hide it behind the soft eyes but your lips were thinned to a hard line, no humour playing at your features. You were wearing a really tight long sleeved shirt with a scoop neck, it was simple, cute- but it brought out your soft curves. Shit.

There was this weird heaviness that clouded you both for some reason, it was weird to trace let alone track. The relationship between you was cold and emotionally distant and normally resulted in avoiding each other. What was really jarring is that even with all of the radio silence, you trusted each other. It was a weird lingering sort of feeling, one you didn't know what to call.

‘’Very high expectation I don't think I'll be able to reach.’’ Stephen replied seriously, he didn't really know what to say. His inability to even acknowledge that he was hurt was making the air that much more confusing.

‘’You seem certain about it.’’ You squinted your eyes as you exhaled, almost in a way that meant you were psychoanalysing him. Both of your faces were hard with defense, although you trusted each other you still weren't completely comfortable.

You found yourself walking over to him, slow in your steps as a means to not startle him; his gaze followed up from your waist to your face with every step you took.

‘’You're a clumsy stitcher. You haven't even finished.’’ You were infront of him now, breath cooled in sardonic petulance as you stared intently at the wound that adorned the pane of his chest. Fuck was he ripped, his biceps alone could crush you.

Stephen's eyes were oceanic blue, slightly marred by flecks of green and in this light they seemed even more intense than usual, he would death stare just about anyone but with you he let it slide. He didn't know why.

‘’I don't need your pity.’’ He spat so obviously defensive, but he said it in a way that wasn't harsh or agressive, it was slighlty flatlined and monotone- authoritative.

‘’I'm not. You're still bleeding.’’ You frowned as you stared down at him.

Your hands immediately reached up to feel at the bruised area but he caught onto your wrist instinctly, , fingers slightly indenting your skin.

You tried to shake out of his hold with a glare but he held on tighter.

‘’I don't want your help.’’ He said intensely under his breath.

‘’You need my help, Stephen.’’ You got your arm back and met him in his taunting stare. You never said his name before and it was jarring to him.

You were right though, he was bloody and bruised and in an impossible amount of silent suffering. He despised asking for help and this wasn't an exception- but he really needed it now.

‘’You've never called me Stephen before.’’

‘’Relax, don't be a hardass.’’

He didn't respond, he just followed your movements as you sat down next to him, he moved his torso to face yours in an admission of defeat. You took the first aid kit that was next to him and grabbed the needle and thread and balling some cotton pads in your hand.

‘’You really need to stop going out at night Stephen.’’ You exhaled as you began stitching him up, you've never been this close to him before. You could smell the deep layers of his rich cologne, it was as heady as it was intoxicating.

‘’I don't have anything to come back to. I don't need to be worried about my whereabouts.’’ He said softly whilst boring into your soul with those vehement eyes of his, your gaze was fixed on his wounds but with every stitch he wasn't groaning out in pain, it was as if he was consumed by something else entirely that he couldn't physically think about the pain.

‘’Your bruises...Who did that to you?’’You cut the wire of the last stitch and took the ointment to cover over his vast blossoming bruises. Stephen found himself getting lost in the hushed tones of your voice.

‘’I don't want to talk about it.’’ He went cold again, this time it was more of a plead not an order. Your eyes softened as he turned his head to not look at you, since you had him like this and found him in such a vulnerable state he was worried that his lips would loosen.

You knew something was gnawing at his already warped mind, but this was like it was fracturing him. Stephen thought if he looked at you, he would bare his soul through his eyes, every fear, all the words he never said to you. You had the skill set to know he did something he shouldn't have, fed by guilt. His ambition was his weakness, his drive his downfall.

You rubbed the cotton pad with ointment down the right column of his abs were the bruise that was darkening. He had another one on his face and his eyes were still straying away from you; you grabbed the side of his face gently and made him look at you again.

Your face was so unreadable, welcoming and unwelcoming at the same time. and so unintentionally seductive. You swabbed away at the bruise and he felt more seen than ever. Silence fell through the already dense atmosphere.

‘’You're not a killer.’’ You whispered delicately, lips parted as you exhaled. Your eyes were a sea he could get lost in, he didn't need the shore. Your expression was hesitant, saying it as if it was a matter of fact statement- two strangers comforting each other.

‘’Thank you.’’

‘’Don’t mention it.’’

He caught your wrist and tugged you back into him.

‘’No. Thank you.’’

You blushed and smiled at the kind sentiment.

You immediately retracted your hands from him once you were finished, he was already feeling the warmth of you fading away as you went to stand up but before you could leave he grabbed your wrist once more.

‘’Stay.’’ Stephen's voice was meek and certain both at once. ‘’Don't leave.’’

You were frazzled at the admission of honesty, Stephen Strange wanting to talk to you seemed like a miracle, but him actually wanting your presence was otherworldly. Your exterior remained unphased though, as you resumed your prior position. You both sat with the silence for a little, the blue of night consuming the darkest corners of the room as you did so.

Stephen wasn't sure why it felt so right to want you right now.

Maybe it was because it was just you and him in the Sanctum.

Maybe it was because the downpour outside made it all the more perfect.

Maybe it was because he let you help him.

The relationship between you two was cold and emotionally distant, he wasn't sure why he thought that it was a manifestation of an unmet attraction, but it was.

You were stunning without even trying; this hardass nature you both seemed to inhibit was your comeuppance.

It was all so seductive, like a forbidden sort of need.

Stephen's minds was swirling with these thoughts before he felt the need to ultimately act on it.

He moved his torso to face you, large marred hands slowly reaching for the underside of your jaw. You shivered when his fingers touched your skin, your eyes fluttered and let out a small breath. The tips of Stephen's fingers went to brush your hair away from the side of your face and tuck it behind your ear before grabbing your jaw with his whole hand.

He jutted it to the side so you were staring at him, eyes meeting eyes in the most heinous of dazes. Intensity dialed up to a max. You let the moment settle before turning your body to completely face his. His lips were dangerously close to yours, sweet hot breath fanning against each others faces and the tips of noses lightly touching. The flutter of your curled lashes was only fanning the flame.

‘’You're still bleeding.’’ You stated deadpan.

‘’Let it bleed.’’

Your lips met his harshly, something about a hard brutal kiss was delighfully cathartic and freeing. Your eyes screwed shut when you opened your mouth for him to taste at, his hands tangled in your hair and pulled indelicately, his hold on you was anything but polite and it made you that much more aroused. He was hanging from your lips like honey on the vine, nectar of the Gods.

Your movements were over in quick hot flashes when you ultimately landed on his lap and nestled yourself between his impossibly beautiful thighs, his hands spent no time getting to the span of your back to feel your goosebump littered skin. The way you bit his bottom lip and tugged it back proved you needed to fucked by him: hard.

‘’Make me yours.’’ You ghosted against his lips. You hung your head back and looked at him wantonly in his enchanting eyes. ‘’Fuck me and make me yours. Take all of this...anger...out on me if you have to.’’

You didn't need to repeat yourself.

Stephen threw you on his bed as if you were his own personal rag doll, you gasp was too late to be registered when he was already between your thighs. Your breath was sweet and your eyes were filled with quiet desperation, his might was clear when he tore apart your top with his bare hands and discarded it to the other side of the room. His glare darkened when he pulled down your pants and underwear, the fabric quite literally ripped in his hands. You were about to melt for his neediness for you.

He'd had a violent evening, and all he wanted was to feel good with someone who wanted to share that violence with him. You were here, begging for him to take everything out on you- he'd hold you and stroke your hair after he was finished with making you feel so good tears were leaking down you face.

‘’I can take it.’’ You hushed agaisnt his skin. You were going feral for him already. ‘’I just want to feel you.’’

You were clinging onto him like ivy, the pain scarred on his body was incomparible for the pleasure he feels with you now. The testosterone he was feeling in his body was insurmountable- he needed to be inside you right now.

Your body was magnificent and he would worship it like a temple, you were a goddess for a lack of better words. Stephen's mouth found you neck and he kissed down the column of you neck to the valley of your tits. He was drunk through the scent of your arousal, so sweet and sugary, like honey off his tongue.

‘’Stephen, touch me.’’ You whined. He hung his head up to gawk at you.

‘’No. You touch yourself, baby.’’

You exhaled, eyebrows knitted in tense pleasure as he took your hand and dragged it down the length of your body until you reached home. Your fingers found your wetness and his thinned eyes watched intently as you began swiping at your pussy. Stephen hadn't felt this alive in so long.

The look of pleasure written on your face was beautiful and he wish he could have it framed on his desk. Stephen took your wrist and held it back up to your face.

‘’Suck for me.’’He grunted at you like an animal, you took your fingers in your mouth and tasted yourself. You saw shattered starlight in your peripheral with every swirl of your tongue, you let the digits go with a pop and Stephen's mouth hungrily met yours again. Your fingers tangled in his hair and he groaned into your mouth once you pulled at his dark roots.

‘’I want you...all of you.’’ You struggled out through moans.

Stephen tugged his pants and boxers down and met with your wet entrance, swiping up and down with all the arousal you were so generous to offer him. All for him and only him. Jesus Christ, you were sure his cock would split you in half.

He pushed himself inside of you and you could feel him pulsate, you clung onto him but he took your wrists and pinned them back down to the bed, his hold on you was ironlike. Your loud moans were bouncing off of the walls with every stroke, you were recoiling with every jut. His kiss and subsequent bite of your jaw was making you lose sight of everything and anything.

‘'How do you feel baby?'’ He asked with a death defining smirk on his face, he knew he was being condescending, he knew you couldn't spit out the words or string along a coherent sentence.

‘'I.. feel...so good.'’ You spluttered out finally.

‘’How good?’’

‘‘So…fucking good.’’

You were sure you were about to lose it when you began tightening around him, gawking up at him with lust filled eyes and a thundering heart.

Stephen couldn't remember the last time he didn't overachieve.

"’Oh my fucking God.'’ You felt your chest cave with every brutal stroke and slap on your ass, he was sure he left a warm pink palm print on your backside and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

You were on that sharp curve of the precipice, so close to the edge of that aching pleasure you were desperate for and with one final thrust you came undone around him, so quick in the way you gushed all of your silent frustration out on him. Stephen took your mouth to yours as he groaned into it when he came inside of you.

His head met with your chest as you panted into the cool midnight air.

Your skin was so warm and radiant, glowing from within like a goddess dripping with eternal and personified sunlight. Stephen kissed your cheek before rolling off of you and taking you in his arms, the throes of passion the night called was almost fictitious. Neither of you were talking, he just held you tightly and stroked your hair. You gripped onto him like this was the last time you'd ever feel yourself in this position.

You were scared he was going to tell you to leave and forget about all of it when morning comes, he on the otherhand was envisioning what flowers he needed to get you tomorrow to thank you for doing this for him.

For staying with him. Letting him hold you. Making him feel he has something to come home to.

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ending was super rushed but fuck it we ball 🫶 love ya. send me requests babies x

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