how miguel o’hara slowly makes you fall for him
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Miguel O’Hara doesn’t fall in love with just anyone.
But... every time he sees you around the office, his hands almost inch towards you like a moth would a light. Something ignites in him that he can’t explain, but he can’t help but want so much more of you.
He likes to give you bagels and coffee during your breaks. (haha) Your work almost seems to magically disappear, and you’re a lot of the time left to finish up the easy stuff. Somehow, he’s even managed to sit with you for lunch, the rest of the spider-people in the cafeteria staring at the two of you while you eat.
The entire building, all of the spider-people seem to know the happenings between you and Miguel, and they love it. It’s become somewhat a staple gossip within the workplace.
Anyone bold enough would pass by Miguel in the hallways and say, “We’re rootin for you, boss!” In which Miguel wouldn’t know how to feel, whether it’d be angry or happy.
As of now, the two of you have been flirting around, evidently more than just coworkers. He’s yours, and you are his. To you, though, he’s the absolute sweetest. He takes work off your plate, he’s kind, and he adores you.
You’ve noticed Miguel getting a bit touchy lately, which you aren’t necessarily complaining about. Whether it’d be on your arm, a gentle hand on your neck to guide you through a crowd, or just being generally close to you, Miguel has been making his advances on you after Lyla spilled how it should be fine to do.
His touch makes you shiver a little; he’s extra warm and so very gentle. You almost always lean into his touch, and Miguel loves it too, he just doesn’t admit it upfront.
“You did great today, Miguel.“ You say.
Both you and Miguel just headed back to Nueva York from a mission, taking out another stray anomaly that wouldn’t come without a fight.
Miguel’s stomach flutters a little. Rarely, he ever gets praised by anyone. He’s the boss, the CEO; most of the time, he feels like it’s expected of him to do the best job. But, praise tastes much more sweeter when it comes from you.
“You did well yourself, sweetie.“
Miguel’s mask dissolves away, leaving behind his pretty face. You don’t think you’d ever get tired of it. He gives you this look of adoration, one that the rest of the office has never, ever seen in person.
You’re in Miguel’s office, well, more like your shared office. Miguel insisted that you’d move into his office, claiming, “I don’t want to go through the entire building just to find you for something.” which is code for, “I can’t live a day without being near you.”
So now, you have your own desk and work area. You’re both alone, no one to bother, (except maybe Lyla, but she knows better.)
You’re at your desk, and Miguel steps up behind you. His big hand slithers to your lower back, running his fingers against the curve of your spine. He’s warm, you can still feel the heat radiating off of him from the previous mission.
You feel him lean in, discreetly nosing his face into the top of your head. You lean in back, bumping your upper back into his chest.
“Is this okay?“ Miguel mumbles, serious heat trailing up to his neck and ears.
You nod. “Yes.”
And it was sealed from there.
Now, Miguel rubs your back too often. His hand fits into place with your back like a puzzle piece, Miguel always finding some kind of way to lay his hand where it belongs. You love it.
In the office? Yes.
During lunch? Yes.
Even on missions, he pulls you by your lower back to usher you away from a hit, and you both play around with that. He’s all fun and games when on missions, flirting, teasing, kissing.
Now, it almost feels wrong when he isn’t touching you.
. . .
“Hey, girl, look at this!“
Lyla pops in, automatically pulling up an internet article on your desk screen. It’s a web article; “The Science Behind Courtship in Male Spiders”
“Lyla, what does this have to do with anything?“ You ask.
Instead, she just scrolls into the article, highlighting a quote; male spiders give “back rubs” to seduce their mates.
You raise your eyebrow.
“You wanna know why Miguel’s been rubbing you so much? It’s cause of that!“ Lyla exclaims, as if she’s discovered this new scientific theory.
“I guess you’re kinda right on that.“ You mutter. But, the more you start to think about it, the more it makes sense.
Now every time Miguel palms your back, you think about the article.
Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Protective!Zoro; Soft!Zoro; Sexual Tension; Teasing; Flirting; Mature Audiences (I'll always tag the NSFW chapters); Modern Day AU; Reader is being stalked; Fear; Paranoia; Angst; Rom-Com Vibes; Mild Gore-like Descriptions; Blood; Reader in a terror-like state; Dead Animals Mentioned; Fluff; Romance; Banter; Manipulation; Miscommunication; Frustration; Reader is very clumsy;
Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.
Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Zoro are slowly returning to your easy friendship filled with banter and flirting and you actually begin to glimpse a future with the green-haired cop. But then you start to receive weird gifts. They quickly escalate to manipulative texts. And now you're stuck in a spiral of terror and there's no way to get help because the Stalker, whoever he is, is threatening something other than just your life.
Notes: I've left very ominous comments in the last chapter, saying something big would happen in chapter 9... I didn't get to write the part I wanted, but I still think some big stuff happens in this chapter... I'll let you all be the judges of that! So tell me all about it, will you?
Masterlist
BANG, BANG, BANG!
Your hands cover your ears, but not even that can keep out the deafening sound of the incessant pounding on the front door.
Desperate sobs make your shoulders shake as tears flow freely down your already tear-streaked cheeks.
You're so tired.
“Make it stop… please, please, make it stop.” You whisper, pleading with whichever deity is willing to listen because you've run out of options.
“Come on, Trouble! I know you're in there!” Zoro? “If you don't open this fucking door, I swear I will break it down!”
The relief that washes over you is immediate and dizzying. It's Zoro. It's not your stalker. It's Zoro!
Bzzzz.
Unknown: Don’t open, Kitten.
Ignoring the text, you get up swiftly and if you thought relief might stop the tears, it's the exact opposite. You're crying even harder. For a split second your fingers tremble against the doorknob, weighing your options. There's a little voice in the back of your head telling you that Zoro will get hurt because of you, that you'll regret it, but another shout from Zoro keeps your thoughts from spiraling further.
“Trouble!”
Bzzzz.
Unknown: If you tell him anything about our little secret, I WILL hurt him.
“I'm going to count to three!” Zoro shouts.
Yet he doesn't even get to one. You need to see him. Unlocking all the bolts with shaky fingers, you swing the door open almost all the way, your hand flying to your mouth as you try to stifle a sob.
“Fucking finally! I've been texting all day, trying to call. I only just got out of work because every time I was about to leave, there seemed to–” Zoro pauses his angry tirade, his eye scanning you from top to bottom, taking in your heaving shoulders, your wet and puffy face, the bags beneath your eyes, and most likely the way your clothes hang looser from lack of sustenance and stress. “The fuck?”
You can't speak. He's all you can think of. A beacon of light, a safety net tethering you back when you were lost in a spiral of fear.
“Zo…”
He reaches but pulls back instantly, his head cocking to the side as he assesses you. You avoided his touch like the plague last weekend, hell, you've been avoiding him all week.
You've avoided him for a lifetime, it seems.
Like a spring, you jump forward, your arms instantly wrapping around his broad torso, and his scent hits you like a truck. He's home. He's safety. He's everything.
“Hey, hey, it's okay. Whatever it is, Trouble, I'll take care of it, okay?” When his strong arms envelop you in warmth, you bury your face against his shirt, not caring one bit if you're about to leave snot, drool, and tears all over it. You need to be closer. You need to feel safer. “Did something happen to Shanks?”
You shake your head. Thank God your father is away. If he saw you like this, he would break. Though maybe if your dad were home, you wouldn't even have a stalker…
Zoro's hand tangles in your hair, settling against your nape as he cradles you closer to him, and you can't stop the tears. You're crying for all you've suffered, for all you've endured, and for what's sure to happen because you're in Zoro's arms, and there’s no way your stalker is going to let you get away with this.
But just for a bit, just a little bit, you need to revel in him.
“Then let's talk inside.” Zoro whispers your name, trying to coax you away from him long enough to enter and close the door, but you still cling to him, as if letting go means going back to the nightmare you've been living in. “Hey, I just want to close the door, okay? I'm not leaving.”
He's not leaving?
You want to tell him to go, that he can't stay with you, that you'll only bring him suffering. Who knows what your stalker is capable of? You can't risk Zoro, you just can't! Before you can stop it, images of Lucci’s face without eyes and the clerk without hands swim in your vision, and you wince.
But you don't protest.
You only cling harder.
Zoro sighs and drags you inside the house, never letting go of you. After closing the door he guides you to the couch probably meaning to sit next to you, but you hold him so tight that he pulls you to his lap. Your legs to the side and arms still wrapped tightly around him. You sense as he lays a soft kiss on the top of your head and then leans his chin where his lips had been. Zoro's hand still runs soothing circles on your back and it's unlikely your sobs are going to slow down anytime soon.
“You're all right, Trouble. I'm here. I'll never let anything happen to you.”
You're so exhausted and drained that you barely realise you're falling asleep. Until darkness claims you.
-*-
To say that Zoro's mad is an understatement. He's more than mad, he's furious.
At first, he was mad at you. For a lot of things, actually. Avoiding him, ghosting him, pretending that what you had - or what was starting to develop - meant nothing to you. But mostly, he was mad at the way you kept ignoring all his calls and texts. That was driving him insane.
But now…
Now, he's fucking seething.
He's going to find out what - or who - has left you in this state, and he's going to make it right. Because there's no way you look like this just because you're tired or because you miss your dad.
Fucking bullshit.
You look like a ghost. A starving ghost at that.
A heavy sigh parts his lips as he runs a hand down his face. One fucking thing at a time. You need to eat.
After you rest.
Your breathing evens out after a while, but the way you're clinging to him makes him wait a while longer before moving you. He makes sure you're comfortable on the couch before putting a blanket over you.
His chest aches at the way your breath hitches as you inhale. Your brows furrow, and your fingers now grasp the blanket instead of his shirt.
He's seen enough shit in his profession to realise the telltale signs. And it's pretty fucking clear that you're scared of something.
He's going to find out what.
As he turns to go to the kitchen and prepare some food for you - even if he has to force-feed you - his eye falls on the garish bouquet of fresh roses on the table.
“Fuck.”
Didn't you say the gifts had stopped? He remembers that clearly. Could the flowers be from someone else?
Zoro approaches and inspects the roses with an analytical eye. They're ordinary. And there's no card.
No fucking clue.
Mumbling another string of curses, Zoro rummages around your cabinets, and the action only makes him madder. The bread is stale and mouldy, the vegetables and fruit are withered, and the opened milk in the fridge has gone sour. It looks like you haven’t gone shopping or had a decent meal in days.
Zoro finds an unopened bottle of milk that’s still good and some cereal, so that will have to do for now. He’ll force it down your throat when you wake up, even if you protest. One quick look around the house makes him realise you have all the windows and doors bolted and the curtains drawn.
He wouldn't find that suspicious any other time, after all, you’re all alone inside a big house. But considering you’re scared witless, this looks mighty suspicious.
He returns to the living room, giving the bouquet of roses the stink-eye, and sits on the couch next to you. His keen eye not missing the way you shiver slightly, even though he’s covered you with a blanket, or the way your lower lip trembles with each breath.
Then, his eye falls on the small end table, where your phone rests.
Zoro’s hand twitches, and he lets out a low grunt. That damn phone. You didn’t part with it at Robin’s, and every time you looked at it, you only got more distressed. Should he…?
No, he can’t. It’s your privacy, he can’t intrude. All he can do is be there for you and–
“Fuck it.” Zoro’s hand reaches for the phone as a small whimper escapes your lips. You can be mad at him all you want later. For now, he needs to understand what the hell is making you look like a ghost of yourself. And especially what’s making you push him away.
He takes a deep breath and swipes the screen.
It’s locked.
Fuck.
Maybe this is a sign that he shouldn’t be doing this? Except, he believes in signs as much as he believes in coincidences.
He doesn’t.
So, with slow movements, Zoro grabs your hand and places your index finger over the phone. The breath he releases when the phone unlocks is slow and relieved. It feels like he’s about to figure out the reason you’re acting so weird.
And everything you’re hiding from him.
His eyes scan up and down as he searches for any suspicious texts. Sure enough, there are his texts and missed calls. You didn’t even read them.
And then…
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
What the fuck?
-*-
You blink slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the morning, and feel strangely well-rested. It doesn’t take you long to understand why. What hits you first is his strong scent, something you’ve come to associate with safety, and then you realise you’re hugging him.
“Morning, Trouble.” Zoro’s voice is husky, he was probably sleeping too. You blush involuntarily, realising this is what he sounds like in the morning and not minding one bit the thought of waking to this sound every day for the rest of your life.
“Hi. You stayed…”
“Of course I did. Sleep well?”
Yeah you did. You slept like you haven’t in what feels like forever. The stalker threat is still there, you feel it taunting you in the back of your mind, like an ever-growing presence, but Zoro’s mere presence manages to keep it at bay.
“I did.”
“Good.” He’s still holding you tight, and you don't make any move to let go either. “I was sleeping on the other couch, when you started to whimper and tremble. I didn’t want you to wake up because it looked like you needed the rest, and you seemed to calm down when I touched you, so…”
He leaves the rest unsaid, and you hold him tighter. God, you really needed him.
After a while of silence, Zoro starts to shift, so you sit up as well, stretching.
“You don’t have anything to eat, Trouble. Why haven’t you gone grocery shopping?”
Shit. “Oh, I’ve been postponing it. There’s so much to do around the farm.” Lies, lies, lies. “And there are always eggs from the chickens, I’ll never starve.”
“The food you have has gone bad, or nearly bad. Have you been eating?” Zoro’s eye pierces yours and you pass a hand through your hair to smooth your “bed hair”, as well as to try and deflect his inquiry.
“I ate a lot of takeout this week. Didn’t really feel like cooking, I’ve just been so tired.” It’s mostly true…
“You told me the gifts stopped.”
Fuck.
“What is this, Zoro? Am I under questioning? Should you take me to the station for this?” You get up with a huff, knowing he’s inching towards the truth fast.
“I don’t know, should I?” He also gets up, his face turning into a frown. “You look like shit.”
“Gee, thanks!”
“You haven’t eaten.”
“Yes, I have!”
“You’re scared shitless.”
Your hands shoot to your hips, and you stamp your feet. “I am–”
“Stop deflecting! Don’t lie to me, damn it! I thought we were friends!” Zoro sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Don’t shut me out.”
He stares intently at you, his hand reaching to touch you, and you sigh. Of course, he knows something is up. Averting his gaze, you turn and start walking away because you know that if you stay, you’ll tell him everything. And you can’t do that. You already risked a lot just by letting him spend the night. “I really need to use the bathroom now. We’ll talk later.”
He doesn’t stop you, but you still hear his muffled imprecations, and even though you don’t look him in the eye as you grab your phone, you sense him tracing your every move.
-*-
“Eat.” You took a while in the bathroom, and even though you entered looking more like yourself, you now look scared and pale again. The texts flooded your phone as soon as you closed the bathroom door.
Unknown: Naughty, naughty, naughty. The whole night with the cop? After I warned you?
Unknown: Oh, Kitten, you have no idea how absolutely mad I am right now. His arms around what is mine?
Unknown: I told you I didn’t want to hurt the cop, but I don’t think I have another choice now.
Unknown: I thought you were going to behave. You’ll need to be punished.
It kept buzzing, but you didn’t dare to read any more. The more you read his threats, the more scared you would look. And you can’t let Zoro know what’s going on. Not when his safety is at stake.
“I’m not hungry.” You say as you shove the cereal bowl Zoro placed in front of you as soon as you left the bathroom.
“Eat, Trouble, or I swear I will force it down your throat.” He growls as his hand bangs the table. When you flinch slightly, he sighs and leans back in his chair. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be hard on you. It’s just…”
Zoro gets up from the seat in front of you, rounds the table, and kneels next to you, touching your legs so you turn to him. As you look at his expression, you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces. He seems so lost.
“I can’t do this anymore. I see you struggling, I can see you’re scared! You’re not yourself. And the fact that you don’t let me in… Trouble…” He places both hands on your legs, his face inches from yours, and you don’t want to pull back. “I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, you know that, don’t you?”
You nod slowly. It would be so easy to tell him everything. He’s right, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you, you know that. “But what about you?” Your voice sounds small, almost as if you speak in a low volume your stalker won’t be able to listen.
“What about me?” Your hands raise on their own as you cup his face, your thumb tracing lazy patterns on his cheeks as your heart thumps incessantly against your chest.
“Who’ll protect you, Zo?”
Zoro’s eyebrow raises, and he tilts his head slightly, as if struggling to understand your question. Then he smirks, that mischievous smirk that makes your stomach flutter, and places his hands on top of yours, squeezing tight.
“I don’t need protection, Trouble.”
How you want to believe him. It would be so simple: someone’s stalking me; I’m being watched; I’m scared.
Any of those sentences could work. Zoro would go full protective mode and never leave you alone. You can do this. You can.
He’s right. He’s strong, and he’s a cop. He doesn’t need protection. He’s Roronoa Zoro.
“I–” But, obviously, it can’t be this simple. As soon as you open your mouth, your phone buzzes and buzzes and buzzes again.
You know it’s him. So you instantly tremble and before you get the chance to grab the phone, Zoro’s hand shoots to your pocket and he fishes it out. Your knees weaken as you gasp.
He’s going to find out everything.
Zoro’s eye falls on the screen of the buzzing phone, and his eyebrow raises again.
Then he sighs and passes you the phone. “Your dad is calling. You should pick it up.”
Zoro gets up as you pick up the phone, not exactly knowing if you should feel relieved, or upset that it wasn’t your stalker. “Hey, Dad!” You try to sound cheerful, but it’s so, so hard. Especially when Zoro’s leaning against the kitchen counter, legs and arms crossed and a scowl on his lips, like he was expecting to see something else on your phone.
“Hi, Bug! What's up?”
You chuckle slightly. “What do you mean? You called. What’s the news?” God, you miss your father.
“I called? No! You called me, Bug.” He chuckles as if you’re spewing nonsense. You’re about to contest because you were in the middle of an important conversation when he called, but then you bite your tongue as your eyes widen in realisation.
This was the stalker’s doing.
Somehow he orchestrated this call just to interrupt your moment with Zoro. This realisation makes your blood turn cold. What else is he manipulating in your life?
What else can he do?
“When are you coming home, Dad?” You can’t disguise the anxiousness in your voice, and Zoro immediately picks it up. He straightens and starts walking towards you again.
“Oh, I’m not sure, Bug. I had the trip arranged for Monday, but the business is still going really well! I’m not sure how this is happening, but the fair is already over, and we’re still having meetings with buyers!”
Is this being orchestrated, too? Just to keep Shanks away? Just so you’re alone?
Your heart thumps harder and harder against your chest as the feeling of being trapped returns tenfold.
“That’s good.” Your voice is small and timid. All you want to do is tell your dad to rush home. You need this nightmare to be over. But then again, is Shanks being home really going to stop whatever the stalker has planned for you?
You highly doubt it. It will probably just endanger your dad.
“Got to go, honey. Thank you for calling, I’ll let you know when I’ll be heading home soon, okay?” You mumble in agreement. You didn’t call. And you doubt he’s going to come home any time soon.
You finish the call, and though Zoro looks like he has a lot more to say, he just tells you to eat, and this time you do. This call was a veiled warning. No talking to Zoro about the stalker.
No one is safe.
-*-
Zoro doesn’t leave, but you shut down again. He helps you with the chores, and you can see him struggling to hold his tongue back. It’s like he decided to change his approach from outright interrogating you to giving you time and space so you can talk to him when you feel ready to.
Though you know Zoro is not a patient man, so who knows how long this is going to last.
Besides, even though you wish for nothing more than to tell him all that’s going on, are you willing to risk it? With not only Zoro’s safety on the line but clearly your dad’s too?
Your phone keeps buzzing in your pocket, and it takes a bathroom break for you to read the disturbing texts.
Unknown: Don’t you think he’s overstaying his welcome?
Unknown: Kitten, things will go very, very wrong if you keep indulging him.
Unknown: Tell him to go home, or I’ll make him go. And you won’t like it.
Unknown: I’m losing patience with you. Don’t test me. You KNOW what I’m capable of.
“Zoro.” You’ve finished your morning chores, and Zoro is washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Your heart feels heavy, and you don’t want to do this. “You can go now. I’m going to rest a bit more, maybe do some reading…”
“I’m not leaving.” He simply states. “Nami’s birthday party is later, or have you forgotten? What’s the point in leaving when we’ll just have to meet later? I’ll stick around and help.” He scoffs as he cleans his hands on the dish towel. “I really want to see what excuse you’re going to use next instead of the ‘I’m tired’ one, since I’ve been helping you all day.”
Shit. He really wants to get to the bottom of this, doesn’t he?
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
“Nami’s birthday party! Damn it.” It’s a good thing you had already ordered Nami’s gift about a month ago because you didn’t even remember the party was today. Heck, you still haven’t said anything to her, maybe you should call? “We’ll meet there, Zo. There’s no need to stay here.”
“You’re pushing me away again.” He says bluntly, an annoyed expression on his face, and takes a step towards you as if to prove his point.
You take a step back, shaking your head and hitting the kitchen chair as you do so. With a curse, you keep shaking your head.
Bzzzz.
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit.” Zoro steps forward again, closing the distance. “I’ve tried asking, I’ve tried to give you time. I’m all out of options, Trouble. I thought you trusted me. What’s going on?” Though his voice is gruff and rough, you can perceive the worry hidden underneath.
You shake your head again, your steps taking you away from him until you hit the counter and stop. “Nothing’s going on. I keep telling you that.”
“Bullshit.” Another step and he’s right in front of you. “Let me in.” He sounds softer now, and you almost crumble. Your fingers twitch as you struggle to keep your hands pressed against your thighs, when all you want to do is hug him.
“Zo…”
“Just tell me! Whatever it is, I can help you. You don’t have to do this alone.”
Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
Your hand reaches for your pocket instinctively, but this time, it’s not your phone that’s buzzing.
“Fuck!” Zoro sighs and steps back, reaching for his phone. His brow arches when he sees the caller ID, and he picks up the call. “Cap?”
You can hear the gravelly voice of Captain Mihawk on the other side of the line, but you can’t make out the words he’s saying.
“A bomb threat? What?” Zoro tenses, his muscles clenching as his eye searches yours, and you can see him struggling. “Yes, I’m busy, damn it.” He sighs again, running a hand through his unkempt hair. “I’m on my way.”
Then, he turns off the call. “Grab a bag, you’re coming with me.”
A gasp stays lodged in your throat. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. “What?”
“I’m not going to leave you here alone when you’re clearly scared, even though you don’t want to tell me what it is. You can stay in the car, or I’ll drop you at Nami’s. Come on.”
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. “No.”
Zoro’s face turns away from his cell phone just to stare into your eyes. “Trouble?”
“I’m fine.” You’re not. But you don’t think the bomb threat is a coincidence, and you’re scared that if Zoro takes you away from this house, he will hurt him. And you can’t have that.
“It was not a question. Let’s go.” Although his tone brooks no argument, you can’t heed him.
“Zoro, you can’t tell me what to do.” Your voice nearly trembles, and you will all your power to stay strong. “We’ll meet later.”
Zoro’s phone buzzes again and he curses at whatever he reads on the screen. “Trouble, come on.” He extends his hand your way and you cross your arms, because all you want to do is take it and never let go. But your phone buzzes once more.
“We’ll meet later.” You’re supposed to sound assertive, but you just sound afraid.
Zoro takes another step forward, his hand trembling slightly in the air as he waits for you to accept it. He looks at you in disbelief, almost trying to break your will with his look alone.
And damn it, if it isn’t working.
Just take his hand, ask for his help… it would be so easy. Let go…
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
“What?” Zoro answers his phone with an angry growl, and this time you can make out the words Captain Mihawk utters, as they are also angry ones.
“Get your ass in the car and onto the site, Officer Roronoa, now. This is your first and last,verbal warning.”
Zoro turns off the phone as his jaw clenches and unclenches. He strides into the living room, grabbing his jacket and car keys, and then he strides back to you again. “You get dressed and go to Nami. I don’t want you all alone, okay?”
You nod, not wanting to commit verbally to something you already know you’re not going to follow.
“Trouble…” He sounds so exasperated that your heart constricts further, so you take a step forward, grasping his hand in yours and holding his gaze, completely ignoring the warnings from the buzzing of your phone.
“I’ll be fine, Zo. We’ll meet later.”
Zoro groans as his phone starts to buzz again, then, without any kind of warning, his hand grips your nape, fingers tangling with strands of your hair, and he pulls you into an unexpected kiss.
It’s sudden, desperate, and all-consuming. He grunts and you groan, and for a few seconds all you can think about is how perfect his mouth fits against yours.
And then it’s over.
“Later then.” He says with a raspy voice as he rushes out the door. You’re still feeling light-headed from the abrupt kiss when another buzz rattles your nerves.
Unknown: If you thought I was mad before, Kitten, you have no idea how furious I am right now.
Unknown: You WILL be punished.
-*-
You spend most of the day in a haze of terror. You know it was him who made that bomb threat. So, if he did that, what is he really capable of? He hurt Lucci and the clerk boy, and they meant nothing. What will he do to Zoro?
You don’t even consider your punishment to be anything other than that. That’s where he’ll hurt you most: through Zoro, and you bet he knows it.
After you received the text saying you’d be punished, your phone stayed eerily silent again.
You take that opportunity to change phones for an older one you still keep around. It’s just an older version, slower, but it still works perfectly.
Even if it only stops the creepy texts, it’s already something.
You need to find a way to stop him. And the more you think about it, the more you come to the conclusion that you need Zoro’s help. You can’t keep pushing him away. Maybe, if Zoro tells Captain Mihawk of what’s going on, he’ll be safe.
There’s nothing safer than police protection, right?
So, you’ve made up your mind. You will say something to Zoro, even if it's in writing. You’re done cowering in fear, it’s time to stand up.
-*-
You go to Nami’s early, and you think that changing phones is working because you left the house and no text came through. Your chest feels lighter, and you can even breathe better. Zoro texted a while ago to check in on you, saying he’s fine, but the case is a mess and that he’ll explain later.
You can’t help but feel like there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, and you’ll finally be free. You just know it.
“You look better, sweetie!” Nami exclaims after a while. You’ve been smiling, joking, trying to be cheery. It’s her birthday, and you don’t want to be a bummer. The unease in your stomach is still making you queasy, but your terror will soon be over. You know it.
“Zoro kissed me.” You blurt out with a small chuckle, wanting to share a piece of happiness with your friend, almost as if it were meant to restore a sense of normalcy. Then, you sigh and tremble slightly. The stalker texts are still haunting you, even though you decided to fight him.
“Finally!” Nami exclaims with a laugh. “The pining was getting pathetic.” She hugs you and pats your head. “I’m happy for both of you, I really am!”
It takes another hour before Vivi meets you both at Nami’s house, and you all leave for the restaurant to meet your friends. Then, it takes another fifteen minutes of lively chat inside the car before you reach the location.
It’s not until you set foot in the restaurant that your phone buzzes.
You reach for it with a small smile on your lips, thinking it’s Zoro.
It’s not.
Unknown: You think you can get rid of me just by changing phones, Kitten? You’re really going all out, aren’t you? Playing with your fate… with the cop’s fate…
Unknown: It’s okay, Princess. You’ll learn. I’ll make sure of it.
Unknown: You’ll soon find out where you stand and what you get from defying me.
-*-
Zoro calls Nami, saying he won’t make it to dinner, but he’ll meet you all at the club. When she asks if everything’s alright, he assures her it is. They just got delayed. So, after making sure he’s fine, Nami says he’ll have to cover the drinks tab at the bar to make up for missing dinner.
Zoro ends the call without answering, and the smile that curves your lips is a bit strained now. The longer Zoro’s away from you, the more your resolve falters. You need him near you, that’s the only way for you to be strong.
You spend dinner in a dichotomy of feelings. You either feel happy and excited to be with your friends or uneasy and stressed because Zoro is still away, and the stalker’s threats loom over your head.
Even though you haven’t received any more texts after the last one, you can’t help the ominous feeling that he’s letting you enjoy a night of normalcy before he follows through with his threats.
When you all reach the club, your anxiety is through the roof.
The club is packed full, and music reverberates around you so loudly that it makes your chest thump and your ears ring. But Nami seems happy, and it’s her night. The group has a VIP table reserved for Nami’s party because Nami knows everyone, but you doubt the crew will spend much time there. The girls flock to the dance floor, Sanji follows with a silly grin and you offer to go get drinks from the bar for the remaining friends.
Zoro texted ten minutes ago, saying he’s on his way, and you’ve been rehearsing how you’re going to tell him. The music is so loud in here that you’re pretty sure you can talk to him without anyone hearing you.
This is it. The nightmare is ending. You can wait a few more minutes. You’ve got this.
Reaching the bar with a small smile, you flag the bartender and order an array of drinks for you and your friends. The bar is completely packed, and the music is louder than at the booth you’re all in.
Still, you sense it.
It’s a prickle on your nape. A feeling of being watched creeps over you, and the little hairs on your neck stand up.
You’re still inhaling sharply, your senses on high alert, when you feel him.
He presses against your back, squeezing your front against the counter. His massive form dwarfs your figure as his arm wraps around your own, trapping it against your waist. A huge hand holds your wrist with such force that the bracelet you’re wearing bites into your skin, making you whimper.
You want to scream, but his other hand wraps around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, he doesn’t need to. The simple gesture is enough to exert his power over you and silence your voice.
He’s massive. Bulky. Strong.
His hand grips your wrist tighter, and you close your eyes, already feeling tears pricking them. Then, his lips hover over your exposed neck, and he breathes against your ear. A low growl makes his chest vibrate against your back and you stifle a sob.
“Hmm… Kitten. You’ve been such a bad girl.” His coarse goatee hairs rasp your skin, as his voice rings low and velvety smooth. Somehow, it sounds oddly familiar, though you can’t quite place it.
Your limbs lock as your breath leaves your lungs in heavy gasps. Terror has you frozen in place. You can’t scream, can’t flag anyone to help you. You’re completely at his mercy.
“And you know what happens to bad girls?” His hand grips your wrist tighter, and you know it will bruise. “They get punished.”
─ Summary: you were just trying to help someone and you ended up being the obsession of a criminal organization
─ Warnings: obsession, stalking, toxic behaviors, kidnapping, slight mention of drugs and stuff related
Part two / Part three / Part four / Part five
You turned on the light in your kitchen, almost tripping over one of the stools because your eyes were still half closed, you had fallen asleep correcting the last report that the newspaper where you worked had sent you. You had noticed that you hadn't even had dinner before, so you made a quick meal before heading back to work, but before you could touch your laptop you heard a crash at the front door, as if someone had collapsed and slammed against it.
It's not that you lived in one of the worst areas of the city, but it was strange that something happened in the wee hours of the morning, you walked slowly, opening the door, or trying to, because the body of a man was blocking the entrance, a few minutes of struggle was enough for the unconscious body to fall to the other side, leaving you to open the door completely and contemplate the man.
He had one of those mullets that were fashionable among young people, several earrings, some scars on his mouth and stains of what appeared to be vomit and blood, okay, you did not want to interfere with anyone who seemed to be a drug addict, but on second thought, it was better to help the man than to have to give statements to the police as to why there was a dead body at your door.
You dragged him home and laid him on the couch, laying him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit if he ever did, though after further scanning you decided he needed a good shower. You did not feel self-conscious in doing this job, you are of an age and you have worked in many things, among them you had a position taking care of the elderly, all kinds of care being more specific, so no, you did not feel uncomfortable having to wash this man.
You changed his clothes and put his striped suit in the wash, leaving him back on the sofa, you continued with your work, reading and quickly correcting the errors you found, the night passed quite quickly and you fell asleep once you were completely done your work, sending it to the head of the newspaper.
The next morning you woke up with a gun pointed at your temple and that man's pretty eyes staring back at you, good way to start the day indeed.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Are you young people these days so ungrateful? It was you who passed out on the doorstep of my house at two in the morning."
He lowered the gun, seeming to remember some parts of his night, he sat still a little bewildered and with his head elsewhere because of the drugs taken yesterday, he looked at you in silence now noticing his change of clothes as well as the smell of his hair, it was not the smell of his usual shampoo.
"Did you…?"
"Yes, oh, don't be ashamed, it's been a long time since I stopped being interested in that kind of thing, at a certain age the only thing one looks for is economic stability and peace of mind, are you going to stay for lunch?"
He blinked contemplating your calm form, he didn't know if he was still under the pressure of narcotics, but he didn't reject your proposal, Sanzu was anything but embarrassing, however he felt like a little boy next to you being cared for by the mother he never had.
For your part, he was not the first brat you helped, you had married friends, with grown children or adolescents who did not stop getting into small problems, you acted like the aunt who drinks wine and criticizes everyone at family gatherings, for your attitude, they found it easier to access you when they had problems they didn't want your friends ─their moms─ to know about, you always had their backs unless it was something that was detrimental to their health, then you wouldn't hesitate to call your friends to give their children a lecture, even as adults.
That same attitude was the one that made Sanzu visit you more often than he would like to admit, although most of the times he left scolded for coming home drunk or drugged, you never closed the door on him, how could you? You weren't heartless enough to leave him lying in the street when he came desperately asking for help with some of his hallucinations.
Your kindness led him to an obsession towards you, you were like his little lifeboat, his conscious part about all the madness in which he was involved, he began to watch you from afar, observing your interactions with strangers and friends, it bothered him, it bothered him that you were just as kind to others as you were to him, he wanted all your attention just for him. He was also worried about you, he had seen the worst part of the rotten world in which he lived, someone with a soft heart like you could not survive against the predators of this society.
Of course, Bonten executives were not stupid, usually most of them lived in the headquarters, they had private properties where they spent a few days or weeks, but most of the time they were in that headquarter, especially Sanzu, that's why they started to noticing his absence more and more, it's not like he had to explain himself to anyone ─except if Mikey asked him to─ but his behavior was strange, didn't he arrive drugged? It seemed like a bad joke, clothes without a bloodstain? he was definitely doing something outside their radar.
Not that the others cared much, but the Haitani brothers were a bit nosy, like gossips who want to know why their partner seems happier when he comes back in the morning after a night of 'fun'. They discussed it a couple of times with the others when Sanzu wasn't around, and they all agreed that his behavior was unusual, so they began to investigate what he did in his leisure.
This led to an ordinary person like you being watched by two executives of the largest criminal organization in the country. At first they thought that you were a whore with whom he had fallen in love, but investigating more about you, they discovered that you were a lady with an established daily life, there was nothing about you that stood out and yet you seemed so interesting.
"Sanzu please, I need to finish correcting this report, I promise you that later you can have all the hugs you want."
"No."
He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, you were trying to do your job but Sanzu found your hugs too comforting after you once found him crying ─from being drugged─, killing people leaves obstacles in any person and as much as he loved it, certain deaths of innocent people always ended up flying over his thoughts like ghosts that tormented him from time to time.
The sound of the doorbell made you stop typing, moving the man slightly away to go to open, you were not expecting a visitor which was strange to you, Sanzu felt a chill when you opened the door, meeting the eyes of the youngest of the Haitani directly, he got up quickly without even letting you ask what those guys wanted, he pulled you back before Ran could drag you with him.
"What the fuck are you two doing here?"
"Make sure you don't have too much fun, are you so in love that you forget the meetings?"
They started a little discussion while you looked blankly, you and Rindou looked at each other in silence while the other two talked, you greeted with a brief nod, thinking they were Sanzu's coworkers.
Luckily just when the discussion was getting more heated, a 'ding' coming from the oven threw everyone off concentration, taking advantage of this you got out of the man's strong grip, walking towards the kitchen to see that the cookies you had been working on before were ready.
"There are plenty of cookies for everyone, Sanzu you can invite your friends."
"They are not my friends!"
"That's very kind of you, we'd love to meet our friend's friend."
So you ended up having lunch with the three men in an awkward silence between them, due to the tension of which you preferred not to take into account, Ran and Rindou were quite nice and understood that you were not a love interest, nor did you want it, nor did you seek it. Alarm bells of boys without a mother figure going off again, of course you caught their interest more than before, they knew your background but not your personality, and they ended up falling into that obsession towards you, as if there was something that made them gravitate towards you, was it because of your simplicity? for your kind words? They didn't know it, but they were jealous that Sanzu could snuggle up against you and they would have to keep more of their distance.
Now you had three of Bonten's executives constantly visiting your house, whether it was asking you for small favors or advice on nonsense to asking you to make them cookies or food in general, they just desperately wanted your attention, like babies crying out for their mother.
This cycle of obsession only made the others begin to suspect that they were up to something, whether it was harmful to Bonten or not, Takeomi was the first to notice, Kokonoi the same, he noticed how the brothers spent a certain amount of money, which they didn't used to do that often, followed by Kakucho, Mochizuki and lastly Mikey.
So it led you to be kidnapped by Mochi after doing enough research on you, because they didn't take much notice of it at first when the brothers first noticed. You were tied hand and foot, a blindfold was removed after consciousness returned to you, you found yourself face to face with a man with immense dark circles and eyes full of lifeless, on his right side another man with a large scar on his face, on his left side another man with a small scar on his left eye.
You felt something cold touching your temple, again you had a gun pointed at you, held by the same boy who had kidnapped you, you turned your head also noticing another man with long white hair.
"Who are you and why do you have my executives after you?"
"Executives…?" you looked at everyone carefully, connecting the dots when you saw their tattoos "Oh- so that's why they never wanted to tell me what they worked for… are you some kind of organization? Like arms smuggling, money laundering or something?"
You took the situation calmly, that your life was hanging by a thread right now was not one of your biggest concerns, you had lived a full and happy life up to now, you had no regrets, you were mature enough to understand the point at which you were, the more the years go by, the less afraid you are of the things that used to terrify you when you were young.
"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY MOTHER!"
Everyone was surprised to see how Sanzu entered kicking Mochizuki so that the weapon flew out of his hands, away from you, the Haitani brothers followed closely untying you quickly while all those men had a discussion of looks, the dense silence was broken by your giggle, you were trying to control yourself as much as you could but it was impossible.
"My God, Sanzu, you just called me mom!?"
The boy's face was completely dyed in pink tones, all the attention was now focused on you while you let out a laugh at the slip that your child had, something made the hearts of others clench in pain when they heard your laugh, no matter how bad it sounded, whether it was asthmatic, uproarious, or silent laughter, it was like real music to the ears of all the executives at Bonten, including the leader. As if you had flipped a switch in the mind of their rotten minds, they now had a new interest in you, as if you had further triggered an obsession you were unaware of with the first three you met.
They began to understand why those three felt attracted to you, it was as if your mere presence was intoxicating for them, as if just listening to you or looking at you calmed their broken hearts, many alarms from boys without a mother figure, of course that was a triggering reason, all these men longed for that kind of love that they could hardly experience.
Now you had the criminal organization after you, not in a bad way, more like a bunch of men acting childishly because of your limited attention. One thing they were clear about without the need to speak, you were not going to leave their sight for a single moment from now on.
Summary: You decide to accompany your father to his business party with all his boring-looking co-workers. Until you spot Nanami Kento and you’re not able to take your eyes off of him the whole evening.
warnings / tags: No use of y/n. Reader is in her twenties, a lot of slapping, creampie, praise and degradation kink, almost public sex?, mentions of the pill, unprotected p in v, oral (f recieving). VERY BADLY WRITTEN SMUT. Sorry if i forgot anything, tell me if that is the case !
notes: This was so self-indulgent. I'm really sorry if you read this I'm so bad at writing smut. This was not proof read so enjoy!
wc: 2,296.
minors dni, 18+ only !!
It was a saturday night when your father randomly asked you to accompany him to one of his work parties. It made sense; your mother was on a trip visiting your grandma, and your dad surely loathed going alone to said gatherings. That did not mean it didn’t take you by surprise—this whole boring ordeal—but you loved your dad and ended up agreeing to be his company for the night.
So this is how you ended up at a party with people clad in work attire; ergo, you felt like you were sticking out like a sore thumb. You innocently picked a flowy white blouse and a black pleated skirt alongside a pair of Mary Jane shoes. Even so, you were not going to feel self-conscious over some stupidly boring outfits that only people who gave up on fun could pick. And also, your outfit was super cute.
“He is my boss, little one. He makes my life miserable.” Your dad whispered to you. You saw a man who could easily be an NPC. You chuckled a little bit, rolling your eyes. You couldn’t believe that a boring-looking man could make your dad’s life so difficult.
“So sorry to be you, dad.”
And then, in a sea full of grey and monotonous office workers, you saw him. Toned, tall and well-built. A blonde guy who could easily crush you between his fingers. It urged you to know who he was. He was no different than the others, dressed in caqui pants and a blouse that, to your surprise, was blue and not white like the other ones. It urged you to know who he was, as you slightly bit your lip when you analyzed him from top to bottom. The room felt a little bit more hot with him in it.
You panicked when you saw him approaching you. Did he see you? Did he notice how you looked at him? You were so out of it that you almost didn’t catch him and your dad exchanging greetings. You heard your name escape your dad’s lips, only to be followed by the guy’s voice. Your name sounded angelic coming from him. You had to force yourself to snap out of it.
“This is Nanami Kento, little one.” Your dad told you. “He works with me.”
“Hello, I guess my dad already introduced me.” You looked at him, this time intentionally, and extended your hand so you could feel at least his hands. He took your hand in his firmly and shook it. This left a tingling sensation on the palm of your hand.
The rest of the night, you couldn’t take your eyes off Nanami, It was as if he had a magnet glued to his torso. He drew you in; he looked so deliciously toned that you started to feel the need to see him without this much clothing. What could he be hiding behind his office worker clothes? Was the room always this hot? My god, he was going to make you collapse.
For a really short moment, he connected his eyes to yours. Stoic as he was, he did not take his eyes off of yours, not once changing his collected expression. And you didn’t know if this was your delusion, your own imagination, but you swore he signaled you with his head and then walked off the crowded place. So, with your heart on your hands, you told your dad you needed to go to the bathroom and followed Nanami.
You caught a glimpse of blonde walking and taking a turn towards the office desks, so you hurriedly followed him. You saw him standing, giving you his broad and muscular back. You licked your lips before saying:
“Nanami-san, are you alright?” You innocently said.
He turned around to face you, looking at your body, unashamed. The curve of your hips, your plush tits, and your ass that was barely covered by your skirt. He slowly walked towards you, cornering you with the wall. You could feel how his chest rose with each breath he took.
“You’re such a little naughty girl. Looking at me all night long.” He clicked his tongue, disaprovingly. “Thought I wouldn’t notice those shamelessly pretty eyes?”
You quivered looking at him; you saw him starting to loosen up his tie, shaking his head in the process. Deciding it was best not to move a muscle, you gleefully decided to admire his movements.
“Imma teach you to be respectful to your elders, pretty girl.”
He then put his hand in front of you; he looked to be asking for permission. You knew this meant you were tacitly agreeing to something bigger than just a single hand. And you wanted it so bad, so you gave him both your hands. Nanami very swiftly tied both of your hands behind your back with his tie.
“Pretty eyes wonder how they’ll look brimming with tears while you scream my name.” He whispered near your earlobe, nibbling at it. You shuddered, feeling something deep inside your core. He was going to get you wet with nothing, how pathetic of you. You wanted to touch him, to sink your hands into his neatly done hair, to squish his muscles, but you couldn’t.
Nanami brought his hands to your hips, squishing them tightly, while leaving a trail of wet kisses from your ear to the crook of your neck, he stopped there. With one of his hands, he revealed a little bit more of your collarbone and started leaving lovebites there, marking territory. Anybody who could see you will know that you were his.
“You’re so soft.” He mumbled in your skin, his hot breath making you quiver. He looked at you with hazel eyes, hungry, and then kissed you. It wasn’t a sloppy kiss; this was orchestrated, as if he were a director and you were his orchestra. You matched the kiss, it felt as if he was all you needed in your life. Lips clashing, he glued his body to yours, grabbing you by the hips. He explored.
He decided to explore your ass, squishing it hard once, twice, then slapping it. You moaned in between kisses, feeling how his hand pushed your skirt upwards to gain more access to your ass. His other hand went up, landing underneath your blouse and slowly going towards your breasts; he felt them, over your bra. You could feel how his digits applied different kinds of pressure to your sensitive area, how he placed two fingers in between one of your nipples.
“Nanami-san, ah” You moaned when he started playing with your nipple.
Nanami Kento looked like a cool, calm and collected type of guy, and he showed it in every single one of his movements. On the way he ruthlessly flickered and squished your nipple between his fingers, on how he casually stopped the kiss and looked at you—plush lips, pinkish cheeks, and big, lustful filled eyes. You huffed, trying to catch your breath.
“You look so perfect like this.” He whispered, close to your face.
He started teasing you, touching the hem of your panties, tugging at them. He then pushed you towards a desk, urging you to sit on it. He positioned himself in between your legs and planted a chaste kiss on your covered pussy. You whined at this, feeling a heat rush deep into your core. You could feel it, you were getting wet. He did not make any comments; he just let out a faint chuckle, as if this amused him. Nanami decided to explore the plethora of reactions you could give him. He first felt your clit over your clothed folds, rubbing slow, delicious circles.
Arching your back, you purred a little moan. He then slapped your clit lightly, scolding you.
“Be quiet now, darling. We don’t want your daddy hearing us, don’t we?”
He resumed his task, pushing your panties aside, he admired how wet you were. He teased you about it, your name escaping his lips in a degrading manner. This made your head feel fuzzy as he acknowledged that this was, in a way, something that couldn’t be discovered. For fucks sake, you were his coworker’s daughter and at least 8 or 6 years younger than him. You felt so lewd, so out of it. Your hands wanted to explore Nanami, to touch his abs and his well-toned chest. God, you hated being restrained, but at the same time, it elicited some kind of deep, twisted pleasure.
He kneeled down inches from your wet, dripping entrance. You caught him licking his lips, and then he pushed his face into you. Wet sucking sounds were all that could be heard, you tried your best not to be noisy, but it was hard, extremely hard. You felt how he used his tongue to lap at your clit, applying the right amount of preassure to send you to heaven. For him you taste sweet, like honey, and he was enjoying you.
He decided his tongue was not enough, so he used your wet arousal to coat his finger and pushed it into you, you moaned. He started thrusting, his moves deep and well-maneuvered, everything was exactly calculated to his liking. You felt how he was hitting that spongy point of yours, with his finger curled up. The little knot in your lower belly grew stronger by the minute; you were a hot mess. Soaked and messy, the squelching sounds and your whimpers echoed in the room, fogging your brain and clouding your senses. He made you feel mushy.
He increased his pace, knowing this would manage to get you on edge. You arched your back and started squirming.
“I’m going to cum soon, Nanami-san.” You gasped.
He started pumping his finger in and out more ruthlessly, inserting a second finger.His fingers felt tight they were thick and long, reaching perfectly every spot that needed his attention. You felt it before him, how your walls tightened around his fingers before you covered them with your juices, coming. He did not stop pumping, helping you through your high.
He looked neat, as if none of this had an impact on him; you could only discern the hard bulge that grew in his pants. Nanami made eye contact with you, giving you a stern look, and afterwards, taking his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting you once again.
“You taste as sweetly as you look.” He commented, wiping his fingers clean. “Look at you; I can’t believe you are doing such lewd stuff with your dad’s coworker. Such a naughty girl, might need a lesson or two.”
You whined, not replying to him. It really made you feel aroused by the way he spoke to you, how he treated you like you were the prettiest thing in the world, and then how he reminded you of how indecent it was what you were doing. He gave you a long kiss, in which you battled against his tongue, trying to win terrain in an already lost war.
After that, he decided it was time for you to have him because he unbuckled his pants and took out his length. You saw it sprung free and pushed your legs together expectantly, trying to ease your need. He was large and thick; he pumped his shaft twice, coating it with precum before he asked:
“Are you on the pill, darling?” He huffed.
“Yeah, please, hurry up.” You pleaded, needing him more than you have ever needed anyone in your life.
He gave you a quick slap to your tits, grabbing them roughly afterwards, flickering your nipples.
“You don’t tell me what to do.” He then added, looking directly into your eyes. “Imma stuff you full, sweetheart.” He then aligned with your entrance, entering in one swift motion, leaving you stuffed and flustered. This was nothing like his fingers; this felt a step further than heaven. Bliss was all that you could think of.
He was good, with each and every pump, he managed to undo you more, leaving you in chaos. He grabbed you by the hips with brute force, fiercely. You knew his fingers were going to leave marks on your soft skin. But it didn’t matter as long as he kept thrusting into you, you didn’t care.
You also knew that, after this, no man could ever satisfy you like he did. Nanami was going to leave you broken for everybody else. You could feel him stretching you out, deliciously, feeling the pang that came with him hitting the right spot. He felt your cunt starting to squeeze tightly around his cock, making him grunt.
“Gonna finish inside of you, angel.” He said, dangerously close to your ear. For the first time in the evening, you were able to see him worked up. Pearls of sweat pooled in his forehead, ruining the neatness of his hair, which was now sticking to his forehead.
And you felt your high coming and moaned in answer; you two were a symphony of grunts and whimpers, clouding the room with heat. And with one final sound and whine of his name, you came undone. Covering his cock with your juices. He didn’t stop, though, guiding you through your high and going into overestimulation. He pushed with more brute force into you, pushing you thighs upwards.
You felt his cock twitch and knew he was close. He increased his pace, smashing his hips into your ass, creating even more lustful sounds. After that, he came, saying your name in a grunt and filling you up with his cum. He gave you a kiss and pulled out.
And as if nothing had happened, he fixed his hair and pants and left you there, panting and gasping, messy.
Idk as I said I'm nor a writer so idk, I have a story idea though this will be Lost boys/Reader and reader/Y/N is a death witch/necromancer. It will have multiple chapters and rn it features blood drinking, pass away comments of raising the dead/animal bones, kidnapping. Reader lives out of spite honestly and the boys find it amusing
What if Max came up with a different plan to get Lucy's attention. With a kidnapped witch/necromancer (reader) now thrown to the Lost Boys mercy for the time being. Michael and Sam are unknowingly in danger and Max hopes to use them as leverage, he should have listened to the warnings given.
This includes Max being a manipulative ass tryna get Lucy. Michael is still human, Max wants to kill them and use the reader's abilities to revive them so Lucy has no choice but to choose him. Unluckily for Max he didn't listen to the witch and how their abilities actually work, luckily for Lucy's son's the reader grows a friendship with the group of punkish vamps..
I'm sorry if any of the Italian petnames used aren't correct but they are intended as:
Passerotto: little sparrow
STORY BELOW
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The floor creaked as synthetic light poured into the room with the opening door.
Your vision squinted at the sudden blinding light, grimacing and falling over yourself at the sudden pull of the handcuffs that had been chained to the empty bedframe.
"Up, don't make this harder" Max's voice was firm as he spoke, fed up with nights of waiting and trying to outwit the witch to follow his word.
He was losing patience.
"Finally letting me go?" You quipped, your voice was hoarse from not talking and minimal water whenever your 'host' remembered you needed substance to continue living. Not that he wanted you in top shape, it was the reason you were being kept here, with little movement, no light and scarce food and water. Nevermind the method Max had been using to make sure you were so low on strength you were unable to scramble any little flecks of power to aid you. So called method defining his monstrous nature more than you already new, feeding almost nightly off of your blood to keep you weak and himself from having to leave to feed too often.
"Not tonight my dear" Shaking to your feet you blew some of your hair out of your face, your legs were unused to having to bear their own weight for the past week or so. Following the tall man, not that you had much choice, you slowly left the room on unsteady feet, at least Max waited long enough for you to get down the stairs without injuring yourself more and breaking anything.
The car journey wasn't long, although it was hard to tell, even sat in the car seat had your body wanting to lay down and sleep somewhat comfortably compared to the past wooden floors. Your mind couldn't comprehend escaping even if you could, head sluggish and senses understimulated, conjuring any sort of magic was far from your reach.
You didn't recognise the surrounding area when the car stopped, your captor getting out and unlocking the door and motioning you out. You wouldn't get far from the head vamp if you tried, and by the gods did it irritate you. Before you would have easily reached for the connection between your magic and death, bringing forth the spirits of lost forgotten bones to listen to your will. Now? You would have been luckily to be able to identify and locate a single vertebrae in the surrounding dirt.
It was night, expected, not like Max could walk around in the day, you almost preferred it with your eyes having grown accustomed to the forever darkness you were forcefully shrouded in in Max's home. Your handcuffs were plucked forward, being guided to walk down the steep hidden steps that were more rock and cascading stones than actual stairs. Walking down them was hard with the awkward unbalance of your hards forced infront of you by the cuffs, with the blowing wind from the crashing sea below the cliff you tumbled down the last few steps with a groan.
Or, you would have, if your arm wasn't caught by a gloved hand, easily catching and holding your weight as you regained yourself. Icey blue eyes staring straight through you as the leather clad man turned his attention to Max. His hand now tightening as if to keep hold of you from running away, as if you could, maybe it was to stop you from falling again.
Unlikely.
"Bringing company? Or just checking in as you claim" The man spoke, he knew Max then, and with the confidence he exuded it wasn't a far throw to presume he was also a vampire. Likely Max's kin your mind so helpfully provided "outstanding" you thought to yourself, almost missing the amused twitch at the corner of the blue eyed man's mouth.
"A project. I'm losing patience, I have other things to attend to so perhaps you can be more persuasive David. I trust you won't fail"
"Ye of little faith" an amused smirk curled across this David's face, although it was more aimed towards Max than yourself. It was becoming clear a healthy family relationship was not in the cards for these two, not that many vampires had much of such things. So in turn it seemed you were being given to more sadistic captors? Lady luck really had cast you aside and buried you well and good.
Max gave an irritated look, akin to a father trying not to lose his temper with his child. "I would rather have this conversation in private" He emphasised the word private by pinning you with a stare, your own stared back unwavering, the will to simply spite this man one of the many things keeping you going. That and the change in environment had the tiniest cracks of hope peaking through your falling resolve.
A few seconds past before this David easily passed you off to another man who had appeared from almost thin air, this one was taller with long dark hair and a stoic look. A painted jaguar adorning the denim jacket he wore over his shirtless chest, different variations of jewellery adorning his jean belt as well as an oil stained red rag, likely used by smeone who worked on machinery. Replacing his hand with this David's, he led you into the cave, leaving the apparent leader and his sire to discuss Max's plans.
Mustering your voice in its broken hoarse tone you spoke as you made your way into the cave, taking note of the route and specific decorations that could work as a point of interest or a marker of your way out. "Where am I?"
"Doesn't matter" The response you got was flat and gave little to think on, his voice rumbling and low. Rolling your eyes you tested the will of the man, dragging your heels just enough to be irritating but not enough to be obvious, your mind starting to concoct any resemblance of determination and possible adrenaline. You could hear laughter echo through the caverns, more masculine voices occasionally cut in by a more feminine sounding one, more vampires you had to presume.
"You're Max's kin?" You question, the more information you had the clearer an image you could put together on how to escape even if it was such a tiny chance. The slight glare you got confirmed your suspicious, the reactions the two vampires you had met so far gave away that it was a rocky and likely unwanted relationship to the man. A more delirious and hopeful hostage may have believed they could have befriended these younger vampire's in hopes of escaping a combined unwanted captor, even if they didn't appear to be very captive. You quickly swatted the thought away, there was no point in wasting energy on useless plans that were almost guaranteed to fall through.
This new environment though, despite being more definite in its features to isolate you and drain you of your force of will, provided more of a chance of you being able to conjure the smallest bit of magic if you focused enough. There was definitely enough bones here somewhere, whether scattered throughout the caverns, to summon the beings energy to aid you. Even if it was just to loosen the cuffs adorning your wrists.
You stumbled as you were unceremoniously shoved into the room you had been led to, too preoccupied with your thoughts and possible plan that you hadn't even noticed you had arrived at your new 'cell' of sorts. An old caved in hotel room, the bed was splintered and any furniture was caved in, broken or vandalised to the point of being almost unusable. U landed on your knees with your handcuffed hands, regaining your balance on the cold splintered floor, ur weight pulled forward again as the dark haired man procured an old chain, forcing ur hands out and intending to attach it to your handcuffs, forcing ur limited movement in the room. He didn't get the chance though.
Gaining the smallest boost of adrenaline at the possibility of an increased chance of freedom, waiting for the man to be close enough you lurched your head forward. The splitting pain that welled from your skull flowered with the connecting hit of your temple making contact with the vampire's jaw. A snarl left him as he stumbled back and without thought grabbed hold of his jaw. Taking your chance you scrambled to your protesting feet, running away from the vampire and attempting to follow the path back to the entrance.
Not that you got far.
"Whoa there passerotto!" Your weight was easily lifted by a jacket covered arm, catching you by your waist and laughing at the chasing man that had been hot on your tail. "Going somewhere?" The new cherub faced man grinned, full of mischief and danger, like a cat with a fluttering bird caught between it's claws as he addressed you.
"Damn they caught you with your guard down Dwayney" Another voice cutting through, energetic and amused, mocking the man Dwayne, this one belonging to a wild haired blonde as he stopped at the scene, sending a wink your way. Your chance of escape fluttering away until it was gone, the heavy drain of movement leaving you crumpling a little into the curly haired blonde's arm. Not that he seemed to mind, both blondes terribly amused at the prospect of the knock you had left 'Dwayne' with, glancing back at Dwayne who glared at you despite the knock already healed it seemed having caught him off guard was more of the issue than actually hitting him.
"Their spicy" The wild blonde purred out, tilting your chin to look at him, although the look you were given was much more deadly and predatory than anything flirtatious.
"Their off the menu" David's voice cut through the gathering. The two blondes moving to accommodate their apparent leader as he stepped forward. "Max's orders". The frustrated groan from the wild blonde had him rolling his eyes, walking back towards the room with the other three following, much to ur dismay, you were eagerly brought along without much of a fight. "Star "isn't interested in whatever plaything we have now"" The wild blonde said to David, answering an unspoken question the platinum blonde must have posed to the others, using quotation marks with clawed fingers. The blonde still keeping ahold of you sniggering at his kin's mockery as he passed you off back to Dwayne.
He was rougher than before, chaining you to the room a little tighter than comfortable as he stood back and folded his arms. You hung your head, greasy hair splayed down your face as you give an unamused look at the four before you.
"Max's pawned you off to us for the time being, long as your still somewhat conscious we're free to do as we like" David states, a devilish grin over his features "But where are my manners. I'm David, this is Dwayne, Marko and Paul. Star won't be joining us tonight and you are Y/N". Introductions, for yourself and apparently the other men, you supposed though if you were going to be here a while then it wasn't too out of the question to know eachothers names. Taking a step forward David moves as he crouches down infront of you, icey eyes cutting through you as surprisingly gentle gloved fingers carded strands of hair off your face, chuckling at the glare you gave. "We were given instructions however. We'll only feed you and sustain you just enough for you to remain barely aware but not enough to regather you'r strength. Dear ol' Max even offered your blood to us, just enough to keep you weak. Can't have you summoning your energy against us can we?" His smug tone was irritating, stating out the rules as a reminder of the position you were in as well as making the others aware of the situation. You wanted to smack the amused look off his face.
"Their what, a witch then?" Marko asked, apparently entertained as he shoved his hands in his pockets, receiving he got a a hum of agreement from David. "Damn no magic tricks for us then" Paul joked, laughing slightly at his own joke as he eyed over your form.
"Death witch" David corrected.
"So don't bring anyone back here unless you want some bitch reincarnated back on your lap" Marko mused as he playfully elbowed Paul.
"Dunno sounds like a fun time- hey- joking joking" The warning look Dwayne gave him had Paul raising his hands in defence.
Meanwhile David had taken hold of your right arm, extending it despite your weak pull to keep away from him. Cold gloves wrapping around the base of your neck as a warning, the glint of lengthening fangs causing your body to tense and try and pull away. Your face scrunching in pain at David's fangs piercing the delicate skin of your wrist, drawing out your blood as he drained just enoigh drom you. When he was done you were weaker than before, you were at no threat of death but your body demanded to rest, to regain what little energy it could.
The motion dizzying as your arm was dropped and your head let go of leaving you unsupported, amused chuckles echoing around you. Leaving you in a murky spin of darkness the smell of damp and blood permeating your senses, choruses of smug 'see you later' and 'goodnight' leaving you in the convincing lull of sleep as you slipped into the realm of the unconscious.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Linked Universe Links | The Chain/Reader, Four (Linked Universe)/Reader, Four (Linked Universe) & Reader, Linked Universe Links | The Chain & Reader
Characters: Four (Linked Universe), Four's Colors (Linked Universe), mentioned - Character
Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, no beta we die like twilight, inaccurate descriptions of blacksmithing, four is a simp
Summary:
Four has always struggled with communicating how he felt about others, ever since he was young. But now that you've come into his life, he can't let you go without you knowing just how he felt.
With words? Oh goddesses no! No, you're getting a trinket!
Gentle Giant!Jason feeling the baby kick for the first time? 🥺
"You look like you need that," Charlie said, putting a beer on the bar for Jason and waving his money away.
"Thanks," he said rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't you. Not really. Compared to some of the horror stories he's heard, you were an angel. A little grumpy, sure. Emotional, sure. But you weren't horrible or anything.
"Want some free advice?" Charlie said, feeling a little sympathetic. You'd had to spend 15 minutes today crying in the back because someone sent you a video of a crow helping a hedgehog across the street.
"Anything," Jason snorted.
"When you go home tonight bring her some curly fries and a soda," he said. "And if you think she'd probably like a snack, just buy two. She'll get a little chubby but you won't have to go get something else at 3am."
"She doesn't ask me to-"
"You got a ways to go until she pops," he snorted. "Just keep snacks on hand and bring her flowers every once in a while."
"If that works how come you're divorced?" he asked. It felt kinda mean reducing what you were going through to something he could fix with some chips.
"I'm divorced because I didn't do that," he said rolling his eyes. "And also because my ex wife decided she wasn't cut out for mom life."
Jason snorted, "Thanks."
"Also- if she asks if she's getting fat it's a trap. Just tell her she's beautiful and don't make jokes about getting her work out tapes for Christmas... Our dad did that once and there was a dent in the wall where the frying pan hit it."
"Why would-"
"Listen. Our dad was a weedy little guy that looked like an accountant for a biker gang. Not a brick shit house who could dead lift a volvo."
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Jason let himself into the house, shifting the bag with some curly fries and your drink into one hand so he could hang his jacket up on the hook and smiled a little. Sure. It sounded mean but. Better safe than sorry. And who else was he gonna ask? Damian was a test tube baby and fuck if he was gonna ask Roy. He didn't need detailed diagrams of different ways to fuck.
"Jay?"
"Hey Cutie," he said smiling a little, walking through leaning over the couch to kiss the top of your head.
"Good day?"
"Stopped by to shoot the shit with Charlie for a minute- he thought you might want this." He proffered the snacks and walked around to flop on the sofa, putting your feet in his lap.
"Bless," you tell him. "This was all I could think about for like the last 2 hours of my shift."
"Getting Peanut started on fine dining early, huh?" he said.
"If it's not curly fries it's fucking cereal. Like why? Why can't it be not junk food?"
"Sometimes it's pickles. That's technically a vegetable."
"Ugh."
He took the hand you held out to help you sit up a little and smiled. Idly rubbing one of your ankles and waving away the container you offered to share with him. "That's all you, Cutie. You're eating for two."
"Not really-"
"Hush," he said, leaning over and rubbing your stomach affectionately. "Gotta make sure my girls get-" And he stopped. Blinking for a second. You'd been telling him you could feel the baby starting to move around. Little skitters of motion. But- he hadn't felt anything yet. Until now. "Hey, Peanut," he murmured after a second.
"Jay?"
"I guess she got tired of hiding from me," he said, grinning. "Either that or she really, really likes curly fries."
"Or some combination of the two."
"Or that," he said, readjusting to lean down to kiss the spot where he'd felt the little nudge.
