#John giving just a hint of a nod cause he’s never wanted to be kissed by someone more in his life than in that moment

[lickmycoffeecup]

This but make it jarthur

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (7): I Thought About Thinking It Through

a/n: ok so the first blurb of the sleep talking interlude has been somewhat negated so I apologize but promise it is worth it. heavy shit this chapter as we get the full story on sidney landry. but john might say the L word...

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, mentions of character just wanting it all to stop

When John walked into the pub that night, the sounds of an angel laughing reached his ears but the cause was making his fists curl. Cass was seated at a table in the back corner with a man, who he presumed was Mr. Foster, sitting across from her. Her chin was in her hand the way it was whenever he told her a funny story. Her smile was as soft as candlelight as she nodded along to whatever he was telling her. Swears he felt his blood boil when her hand brushed against his across the table.

“Hey, baby, I didn’t think I was going to see you here tonight.” His annoyance was washed away as she turned to greet him with a smile. She said his name and brought him in for a kiss, John using her proximity to press a few more to her lips.

“John, this is Captain Will Foster. We went to spook school in Maryland together.” John kept one arm around the back of her chair as he shook the man’s hand. 

“Major Egan, it’s an honor, sir.” 

“Hear that, Cass, some people think it’s an honor to meet me.” She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her soda. “You’re the one who’s going to keep an eye on my girl in Berlin?”

“I’ll do my best, sir, but this is Cass’ operation. I’m just here to do what she tells me.” Cass blushed and ducked her head. “Lieutenant Cooper graduated top of our class. Highest marks the entire year.” 

“It’s not that impressive,” she began. “Not like I can fly a plane.”

“None of that,” John stated as he gripped her chin between his fingers. “You are the smartest, most gorgeous, most impressive woman that has ever walked this earth.” She smiled in spite of the ridiculousness and let him pull her in for another kiss. 

“Careful, John, or all this is going to go to my head. Then I’ll be truly insufferable.” 

“I have never once complained about your company.” As it always did, the rest of the world sealed itself off from the space between them. As soon as they had their eyes on each other there was nothing else that mattered. “Can I get you a refill?”

“Yes, please.” John kissed her forehead and was off in the direction of the bar. 

“You and the Major, huh?”

“He is…a welcome surprise. I saw him get off a plane one day and couldn’t shake the look in his eyes.”

“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back,” Will replied with a swig of his beer. “You always were good at learning everything about your target without giving up even a hint of yourself.”

“John’s not my target. He’s my-” She stopped. What was he? Was there a word to describe their relationship status? Partner seemed too severe and official. Boyfriend seemed too trivial. “Mine. He’s just mine. And I’m his.”

“Simple. That works.” Oh, if he only knew. The feelings they had for each other, ability to express them agnostic, were simple. They were pure. They were real. They were warm and comforting and made her nerves tingle. But the world around them was so complicated. The lives they led as individuals were complicated, how were they supposed to twine them together? ���And to think you were a runaway bride when I first met you.”

“Runaway bride?” John chose the perfect time to return. Catching the one part of that comment that Cass felt in her chest. “You?”

“It’s an exaggeration of the circumstances.” Cass transitioned to damage control. The topic of why she had left South Carolina in the first place hadn’t come up between her and John. And she had wanted to keep it that way. There was no use pouring salt in her old wounds.

“Oh, come on, Cass. Engaged to marry the big time banker’s son and fleeing the engagement party to enlist in the OSS? It’s an incredible story.” For the second time that day, John found himself furious with the tone someone was using to speak to her. She had fully retreated into herself, focused on the condensation rolling down the side of the bottle, her hands shaking in her lap at the reminder of that night. 

“Doesn’t seem like she wants to talk about it, Captain.” There was authority in his tone. It was protective. Purposeful. No room to misinterpret his words. “You okay?” It looked like she was having trouble breathing. As if the amount of trauma trapped in her chest was suffocating her. 

“No. I just need some air. Alone.” She doesn’t think she could look John in the eye. Not when he now knew the awful truth. Not when she was now nothing but damaged and spoiled goods. John watched her walk away with a clenched jaw. 

“Major-”

“I don’t know what the fuck happened in South Carolina, Foster, but if I ever hear you mention it again it will be the last thing you ever do.” John drained the rest of his whiskey and slammed it on the table. He didn’t wait for a response. He meant the words he said. And Will knew it.

----

“There’s more than one of them,” John mocked as he sat across from the RAF officers. “I can see more than one of you, too. I could knock all of you out.” Cass hadn’t come back into the pub and John had just drowned his anger and worry in amber liquid. Buck and Veal helped settle him down as he yelled he could do it in only one punch.

“You want to get Major excited? Baseball. Specifically the Yankees,” Curt offered.

“Really? I would have thought it was the little poppet who left close to tears.” No one tried to stop him when he stood this time. 

“Say that again,” he threatened. 

“Why don’t we make a bit of sport out of it, Major?” 

“I’ve got him, John, let me take care of him,” Curt reasoned. Really, they were all afraid John might kill him. A better man would know when to step aside. Let a more level head prevail. But John wasn’t in any particular mood to take the high ground. 

“Not this time. People in this goddamn pub need to stop talking about her.” They all milled outside and John tossed his blazer into the grass. He wondered if Cass would appreciate the gesture or be repulsed by it. If she ever believed violence was the answer or always chose to think her way out of everything. He ducked the weak hand of the Brit as he thought about the way she looked earlier. The way she had hid herself from his gaze and his touch and requested she be alone. He didn’t like the hole in his chest that she left whenever she wasn’t near.

His fist landed square on his target’s face and the sickening crunch of breaking bone echoed throughout the night air. He pictured Harding’s lovesick eyes when his Cass entered the room. Pictured Foster and his words quelling the fire inside of his Cass in an instant. Pictured this pompous asshole watching his Cass walk from the pub with a shake to her shoulders. Cass was a deity that mere men were not meant to get too close to. John didn’t even believe he deserved the way she looked at him. The way she touched him and comforted him and made him feel at home in a faraway land.

“You good, Bucky?” The others were cheering and laughing and slapping him on the shoulder but Buck looked concerned more than anything.

“I gotta protect her, Buck. I can’t let this place take her from me.” He couldn’t even feel the wounds to his knuckles or the blood of another man trickling down his fingers. “I’ll find you guys later.” John ignored their groans and pleas and grabbed his jacket from the ground before heading off in her direction. His north star. He would always follow her home.

----

He knocked softly against her door, Mary not hiding her eye roll at his disheveled uniform and bloodied knuckles when she had begrudgingly let him in, his forehead landing against the wood as he waited for her to answer.

“You found me,” she whispered softly as she cracked the door open an inch. 

“Always will,” he replied sincerely. “Can I come in?” She nodded and opened the door wider, John closing it behind him as she sat on the edge of her bed. He looked around and noticed a packed bag on the floor and a stack of envelopes on her desk. The one on top looked like it was addressed to her parents. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back after…” John shook his head.

“You were upset. He shouldn’t have said what he said.” Cass chuckled drily and looked at the ceiling. 

“You have my back, just like that? Without even knowing what it was he was talking about?” He sat down in her chair, elbows landing on the top of his thighs. “What happened to your hand?” She surged forward and held his hand in hers with a delicacy that made him shudder.

“I was having your back.” Not asking any further, she opened a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. “And to answer your question, yes. It doesn’t matter what he was talking about. If it made you uncomfortable, it needed to stop.” He didn’t wince as she cleaned the blood from his hand, kissing each knuckle for extra measure, and wrapping a bandage to seal in her love.

“I appreciate that, John, but what he said was true.” He winced now. 

“About being another man’s bride?” The thought made him sick. The thought that Cass was already someone else’s. That she hadn’t told him and let him fall in love with her and share in those sacred moments together. That maybe that was why she so rigidly didn’t want him to say so. 

“I was supposed to be. Before I left for training, I was engaged.” She paused and waited for his reaction. Waited for him to be angry or upset and tell her she wasn’t worth the trouble. 

“And I’m sure you left for a reason, Cass.” His desire to understand her almost hurt her chest. It reminded her exactly why she had left. Why Sidney Landry was most certainly not the man she was meant to marry. “You don’t have to tell me. I don’t want to drudge something up if you’ve already gotten over it.”

“No, if…if me and you are going to be me and you, you need to know. You deserve to know.” John leaned forward to hold her hands, kissing the back of them with all the love he could muster. “His name is Sidney Landry. His father is the biggest banker in the state and they’ve been looking to get their claws into my family’s business for decades.” Her hands shook slightly and he squeezed them tight.

“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’m not leaving.”

“By all accounts it was an advantageous match. They were wealthy and powerful and Sidney could have any girl in Charleston that he wanted but for some god awful reason he wanted me. My mother was so delighted. She had found a man who was willing to try to tame me.” A tear rolled down her cheek and John’s thumb wiped it away. 

“Cass…”

“I had no choice but to say yes and let him parade me around like some blue ribbon. I was so miserable every second I was with him. He would grab my arms so tight they bruised everytime we went somewhere. He would say the crudest things about me having his children. I spent months just wanting it all to stop.” The tears were coming in full force. Her hands grasping John’s like he was her anchor in the storm. His own eyes were swimming with emotion as he watched her exorcize these demons from within her. “One night he had been drinking so much I couldn’t understand what he was saying. But he was so angry I wouldn’t let him touch me. So angry that he…”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he repeated, “I know all I need to, Cass.” John already knew he was going to kill Sidney Landry. Didn’t know when but he knew it would be slow. 

“His hands were around my neck and I thought he was going to kill me. I hit him as hard as I could over and over before he stopped. I ran and I ran and I ran until I couldn’t breathe.” 

“You ran all the way to London, huh?” he said in the hopes of getting a smile to crack across her face. It worked. 

“I thought I ended up here because I was running away from him but maybe I was really just running to you.”

“That sounds about right,” he murmured as he stroked the top of her cheeks. “What you went through…You are so fucking strong, Cass. You deserve to be happy and to feel loved and protected.”

“I’m so damaged, John. I’m not meant for a life of teacups and doilies and standing there silently. No one is going to want this version of me.” Now that he knew the truth, she expected him to run too. To find a simple girl who could be the wife he deserved and the mother to his children he deserved. 

“That’s not true, Cass, because I,” he swallowed and held her face between his hands, steady and strong, “because I love you. I am so fucking in love with you, Cassandra Cooper. I love every last bit of you and I love this version of you and know I’ll love every version that comes after.” She kissed him ferociously, not able to get enough of him even with no distance between them. “Come home with me when this is all over. Do me the honor and make me the happiest man alive.”

“I will, John, I will.” He kissed her with a groan, eager to lock this promise between them. “John, you need to know that I leave for Berlin in the morning. The operation it’s…it’s…others have tried and they haven’t come back.”

“I’m not letting you say goodbye,” he reasoned. “Not when you got me thinking about an after.” Oh it was so cruel and dangerous for the universe to do this to him. Give him the one thing he’d been wanting only to have her live her life on the same edge he did. 

“If something happens to me, I need you to know I feel the same way you do.” She just needed to get through this. If she could survive Berlin, she could survive this whole thing. She could love John Egan wholeheartedly and unabashedly. She could find the courage to go back home if he was with her. “When I went to see Harding this morning, I went to turn down Berlin.”

“Turn it down?”

“I would have rather been here with you than anywhere else. No matter what those consequences were. But then I saw Buck’s letter and I was so angry.”

“I know. I deserve that.” She shook her head.

“No, you don’t because here I am doing the exact same thing.” 

“Hey, you’re not going to need those farewell letters on your desk, okay? You’re going to go to Berlin, kick someone’s ass or steal state secrets to end the war and you’re going to come right back home to me. Just like how I am always going to come right back home to you.”

“Forever and ever?” she asked. 

“Forever and ever,” he promised. “You going to let me hold you while we try and get some sleep tonight?” 

And that was how Mary found them before the sun rose the following morning. John protectively wrapped around Cass from behind, their fingers interlocked at her middle. And they both studied each other for a few more minutes until Mary said it was really, really time for Cass to go. John not wanting to forget a single thing about this very moment. Cass not wanting to forget a single detail about the face of the man she loved. The face of the man she was fighting to keep safe. 

“Don’t get distracted by thoughts of your love for me while you’re flying,” she teased as he pecked her lips a few times. 

“I am going to fly so much faster with that admission off my chest.” She giggled and fell back into him easily, her plane whirring to life behind them. 

“If you do, I might let you show me how much you love me when I get back.” That twinkle of mischief was there that he loved so dearly. 

“Is that so? You better hurry then. I’m a patient man, Spook, but not when it comes to loving on you.” 

“Cass! We got to go! Weather’s moving in!” Her heart dropped along with her smile as she turned back to John. The part she was dreading.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” she said, her fingers tracing the contours of his face one last time. His knuckles brushed her cheek and he kissed her one last time. 

“I love you. You come back to me in one piece. That’s an order, Lieutenant.” 

“I’ll do my best, Major.” She pulled him by the front of his jacket for her own last kiss. To tell him she loved him without saying the words. Those would be for after. 

She walked backwards until she couldn’t anymore. Her hand pressing to her lips before she released it into the wind, John catching the sentiment with ease. He had never felt such torment watching a plane take off as he did in that moment. It was carrying everything he held dear off to a faraway place. 

“Please come back to me, Cass.”

[whyareyouhere66]

JJ Maybank x Male Reader - Kook Prince

JJ Maybank x Male !Kook! Prince

Request: “Male reader Reader (maybe personality wise not too shy of a person but still reserved) will be cook prince is besties with Sarah and ki and is part of the group. JJ was always questioning if he was Into the reader. One night the pogues throw a party and the reader is getting hit on by kooks and JJ gets jealous and starts a fight maybe and the reader breaks it up or smt and just gets mad at JJ for starting a fight. And then he confesses. Also would love an added focus to readers friendships with everyone just to be a little cute”

!CW: Drinking, alcohol, fights.

x

Kooks and Pogues. 

Everyone on the island knew of them, what they were, all but the clueless Tourons who truly had no idea what went on behind the vacation brochures. 

The distinction between them was clear, described to be poor vs rich. Those who lived in the Cut, with less money and shady stereotypes plastered on their name, were the Pogues. Those with the big houses, expensive boats, and polo shirts were the Kook’s.  The labels were simply categories, people liked simple. 

And on the Kook side of the spectrum- well, how could we not have a prince and princess? The Kook’s wanted to live like royalty, be treated like royalty, so it was only fitting for the roles to come to be eventually. 

First, Sarah Cameron- Kook Princess. Her father, Ward Cameron, one of the richest on the island, successful businessman, all time family man. Sarah was his golden child, number 1, running around town with her friends with not a care in the world. 

And by her side, there was;

Y/n L/n, the prince of the Kook’s. His father worked closely along side Ward on various business deals, further leading to the close bond between Y/n and Sarah. 

He was the ‘prince’, not only for his family’s wealth but also the personality that seemed to charm most. He was more reserved than Sarah, surely, but that never once acted as a wall against others. If anything, it invited them in- wether intentional or not. 

But despite their roles as the “royals” of the Kooks, it was them who found themselves closest to the Pogues. 

“JJ, chill on the drinks. Party isn’t even started yet.” 

The boy in question takes no more than a second to consider, before blowing off Pope’s words as he carelessly takes another sip from his cup. 

In front of them John B was finishing setting up the keg, the source of JJ’s drink as he drops the plain red cup onto the table nearby. 

“Yeah, no promises, bro.” JJ grins, clapping his hand onto Pope’s shoulder, only to get an eye roll in response. Everyone knew it was of no use, and none had any intentions of arguing it any further. 

Y/n was able to hear the whole conversation, shaking his head lightly with a small smile. He stood off to the side, close to the rushing waves lapping against the shore of the boneyard. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his body facing the open water ahead. 

“I think I can already tell where tonight’s gonna be going.” 

Next to him, Kiara crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke. She too watched the water, a similar smile covering her features, the hot summer’s sun beating down on her skin. Y/n laughed knowingly, nodding subtly. 

“Yeah,” he turns his head and looks at the girl, “the same way it goes every time.”

Kiara shook her head, a laugh falling from her lips to match Y/n’s. Neither of them had to explain it- as they’d predicted many times before, it would almost always go the same. 

The two used to bet on it, as well. Normally it was absurd scenarios, though still not unlikely, that they’d sacrifice a couple of bucks for before each party. 

Would John B hook up with someone in Topper Thorton’s car, or would Pope finally give in to JJ’s hints and smoke a joint?

Small, yet not impossible, moments to pick up on, that usually lead to one person winning solely on technicalities- cause techically, John B kissing a Touron next to Topper’s car was just close enough for Kiara to win the 5 bucks, right?

Though, they eventually gave up on it, and it became more of a time to time occurrence instead of a weekly routine. 

“Yo, Y/n!” 

The boy turned his head at the sound of JJ’s voice, who began approaching them confidently. 

“Speak of the devil” Kiara mumbles, stepping off to the side to make more room for the incoming blonde boy. Y/n laughs, crossing his arms over his chest as he turns to face JJ, who was now next to the pair. 

He leaned his elbow onto Y/n’s shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him while the other hand patted against his chest. “You’ve got that, uh, that ‘special stuff, right?” He asks.

The way he’d worded it was admittedly odd, Kiara’s eyebrows furrowing down in confusion. Y/n, on the other hand, didn’t need another hint to know he was referring to his father’s liquor.

So, with the roll of his eyes, he lets a small smile slip by as he nods. 

“Yeah, I’ll bring a little bit- don’t expect much though, dude.” 

JJ only shrugs, stepping back from him. His body was still facing that of Y/n’s, however, even as the boy turned to walk away and head for his car parked only a few feet up the hill. 

****

The house was silent, sun shining in through the various windows and warming the house in its embrace.

Y/n knew both his parents were out to work that day, the only reason he knew he could even get to the bottle tucked away into his father’s office. 

The house’s familiar silence welcomed Y/n in, the living room he walked into just the same way it had been when he left. 

He walked up the stairs until he made it to the second floor of the house, following its hallways until he found his father’s study.

It didn’t take anything more than a quick trip, the h/c slipping in, grabbing the glass bottle from its spot on one of many book cases, and stepping out. 

He himself wasn’t planning on having any, it was mostly for the other guests that were to show up to the party. Tourons looking for their own vacation adventure, and the Kook’s and Pogues alike looking to temporarily slip away from reality’s clutches once more.

“Why hello, Mr L/n”

The familiar, giggly voice startled him- nearly letting the glossy glass slip from his fingers as Y/n spun around. 

He was just in front of his own door, peering inside only to see Sarah Cameron lounging in his desk chair.

As he recognized it to be her, his shoulders drop in realization. 

“Really? Sneaking into my house now?” He asks, stepping into the room as Sarah smiled at him from the chair.

“Eh, I knew you’d be here eventually.” She shrugs, playful smile still playing at her lips. 

The light that shone in from his window illuminated the whole room, making up for the lights being off. His shoes scuff against the carpet, making his way over to the bed before plopping down onto the comftorable sheets. 

“What’s the bottle for?”

Sarah nods her chin towards Y/n’s hand, and he simply shrugs. 

“Boneyard” 

That alone is enough for Sarah to nod her head in understanding, interlocking her fingers on her stomach, leaning back in the comfortably padded chair.

“Was it, uh, JJ’s idea?” She asks, with a knowing smile- getting up from the chair and flopping down onto the bed. She leans into Y/n, and he groans jokingly before wrapping one arm around her shoulder. They settle back down into the bed, comfortably leaning on each other. 

Y/n nods, thumb sliding across the bottle as he tilts his head back. 

And even if he himself didn’t catch the way his smile lifted to brighten the rest of his face, as if recalling a sacred memory, Sarah did. She’s seen it before, and she knew she would always see it over and over again as long as the blonde boy was topic of conversation.

Standing up, the girl brushes stray hairs from her face gently. The movement shifts Y/n’s gaze to follow her, as she now walks towards the open door. 

His eyebrows raise expectantly, Sarah finally turning her head to look at him. 

“Well, c’mon now, there’s a party to attend.” She beckons him over with a playful look. He shakes his head, though still pulls his body forward and follows the blonde out of the room, down the stairs, and through the door to his awaiting car. 

***

Loud, booming music echoed through the beach, and by the time Sarah and Y/n had reached the party there was already 20-30 people bouncing around the sandy shore. 

In their hands was the classic red solo cup, its source trailing back to the leg John B had set up just an hour prior. Next to it, the cups were stacked tall, giving all party goers free access to grab one and leave. 

At first, Sarah followed Y/n through the crowd of dancing, drunk teens. In her hands she held the bottle, just like she had been since Y/n passed it over while he drove. But only halfway through, a group of girls called out to her. She throws Y/n one last smile, before rushing off to them and leaving the smiling boy to fend for himself. 

Y/n keeps walking, squeezing through the crowd until finally he made it to a pocket of area where he could stretch out his arms and not hit some random group of people.

The newfound space gives him an opportunity to look around, searching through the crowd for any sign of his friends. He had no idea where they were exactly, left with only hints made to him by their past behaviors. 

Kiara was likely sat by the fire, likely accompanied by Pope as they talked to kids from school, and John B and JJ would be would be 2 drinks in, chatting up some Touron girls on the outside layer of the chaos. 

However, Y/n only gets a minute or two to look before he hears his name being called out a few feet away. 

“Ah, Y/n, my man! We’ve been looking for you-“ the Kook’s approached him with big grins, patting his shoulder in greeting as he now found himself in a circle. 

The voice belonged to Clayton McCarthy, and behind him were 4 other boys who Y/n had known for years. They were some of the better Kook’s he’d known, instead of a burning hatred for Pogues like Rafe or Topper, they instead were the type to simply leave them alone- something Y/n was very much grateful for. 

So Y/n offered them a smile, turning to face them fully in the circle that formed. Next to him, Isaiah King offered him a red cup, the liquid splashing around inside. Y/n took it graciously, though he never once brought it to his lips for a taste- holding it in his grip loosely instead.

And so, the party continues, the ‘prince’ getting sucked into his own conversations, laughing along with the group he found himself with. 

Just across the way, within the dancing and chatter that echoed around the beach, there was JJ.

Now very tipsy, the boy wandered through people- throwing a wink and finger guns to anyone who had the pleasure of making eye contact with him. 

The loud noises erupting from the party seemed to bounce around in his head, his eyes darting to a red solo cup. He felt himself reaching for it, his hand grasping at the textured plastic, and despite the quick protests from whatever Touron he’d just grabbed it from, he still stumbles away with it now in his hand. 

He was looking for Y/n, that he knew. After not seeing the boy all night, the blonde found himself leaving John B and some other Pogues behind to look for him. Though as the party grew through the night, the task grew to be more than he thought. But he would find him, he always did.

Sand filled his shoes and poked at his feet uncomfortably while he walked. The blonde looked around once more, taking a sip from the drink when finally- he found him.

A few feet up ahead, Y/n stood in the same group of boys, his body facing the direction of JJ’s. He has a smile on his face, cup still full in his hand. 

Clayton had the groups attention currently, telling some sort of story that had the group laughing. Next to Y/n, one of the Kook’s known as Blake Anderson has his body leaned against Y/n’s side. His arm had rested across the other boy’s shoulder, brown hair falling into his eyes as it seemed his attention was trained onto Y/n’s face as opposed to Clayton’s.

A knot twisted tighter inside JJ’s stomach- like a rope being pulled from two opposite sides. One eyebrow raised above the other, and the blonde felt the plastic cup squeeze as his grip tightens. 

In JJ’s head, it was almost always a battle- a lot of the time, one with himself. He could be thinking of his father, he could be thinking of his friends, and even if sometimes it came out clear, there was always times when it came out muddy and cluttered. Y/n, was the latter. 

The friendship he was almost sure of, he felt the strength in their bond whenever Y/n sent him a smile, or JJ would wrap one arm around his shoulders and lean on the boy like a cane. 

It was the other aspect of it that often came out a mess. The feelings that arose, causing JJ to try fighting off the thoughts about Y/n- only to lose.

Because for years, JJ had been battling the thoughts. It was only a matter of time before he let them win over.

Blake had finally talked, a sly smirk on his face as he turned fully to Y/n. Even while the rest of the group continued conversation, he’d pulled Y/n’s attention away and was drunkenly throwing flirty comments his way. 

Y/n raises an eyebrow, he could hear the flirtatious tone evident in Blake’s voice- but it mixed with the way the alcohol had slurred his words. Blake seemed to never break eye contact with him, half lidded eyes boring straight into L/n’s e/c ones. 

“So- what’s Prince Charming up to tonight, huh?” His cheesy flirts seemed to be a style, as almost everything he’d said to Y/n all night involved some sort of nickname to be thrown into the jumble of words. 

Y/n simply shrugs, looking up at the darkening sky. “Eh, same as every other night, Anderson.” He responds. The attention from the brunette was new- he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. 

The night had been fun, so far. Y/n enjoyed  listening to his friends talk, the feeling of catching into their laughs. The song that played was some hippy pop song, with a strong beat and a female lead. It was most likely that John B just pressed play on whatever playlist had popped up first. 

Isaiah turns to him, with a grin. 

“So, how would you like to come over to my house for some fooseball?” He asks, stretching out the “foose” sound. Y/n shakes his head, though returning the grin. 

“Sorry, man- I promised John B I’d stay at his tonight.” He says, Blake groaning and taking a long swig of his beer. 

“Alright, fair enough man.”

From just a couple feet away, JJ watches the encounter closely. The sickening feel of jealousy creeps into his bones, and before he could even stop himself his feet began to move forward. 

Though, then again, he didn’t want to stop himself. He didn’t want to see some Kook pressed up against Y/n the same way JJ had been only hours prior. 

Blake stumbles away from Y/n, his beer spilling onto the sand as JJ grips the back of his t-shirt. But that’s not what grabbed everyone’s attention- it was the sickening crack to follow the blonde punching Blake a few seconds afterwards.

“What the fuck-?”

Y/n’s eyes widen, and he takes a second to realize what’s happening. In only a couple of seconds Blake had gone from leaning on him to stumbling to the ground.

“The fuck are you on Maybank?!” He shouts, checking his nose for a nosebleed- fingers pulling away stained red. 

“Oh, shove off ya’ Kook-“ JJ glares at him, his voice shaking Y/n out of the shock. 

Suddenly thankful for not drinking, he shoves the cup into Isaiah’s chest. Blake had pulled himself off the ground, charging towards JJ as they began shoving each other around. 

Y/n rushes forward, people crowding around the two and yelling out. Yet still, Y/n was the first one to try and pull them apart. 

“Hey, hey calm down- JJ!!” He mumbles curses to himself, pulling the boy’s shoulder trying to tug him away. 

Blake began slurring out protests, telling him to “fuck off, you asshole!” The words only seem to make JJ hit harder, as they fell to the ground in a bundle of limbs.

The crowd starts chanting, but Y/n couldn’t hear what they were saying as he struggles to break up the fight.

It wasn’t until Clayton broke through the crowd and wrapped his arms around Blake, pulling him away that Y/n was finally able to do the same with JJ.

His mind was racing, e/c eyes practically displaying his adrenaline rush. He now stood in front of JJ -blocking him from the second half of the fight. 

The boy was panting heavily, early signs of bruising already showing on his face. He seems to be avoiding eye contact with Y/n, which doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Hey- are you serious? What was that about?” He asks, stepping closer to the boy- but JJ jerked away, despite not even being touched. 

“Forget about it.” He spits out, trying to turn and walk away- but Y/n rushes forward and grabs his shoulder again. 

“Dude-“

“I said forget about it, ok!!”

JJ twists around, his yell making Y/n stumble away. His eyes were furrowed down angrily, staring in disbelief as JJ tried once more to turn away. He quickly moves forward again, small grains of sand flying behind his shoe as he side steps to cut off the other boy’s path again. 

“No- no you can’t just,” he pauses, taking a deep breathe, “start a fight for no reason at all, then walk off like nothing happened.”

He only got a scoff in response, JJ turning his head away from him with his tongue poking against his cheek.

By now the crowd around them has fizzled out, kids beginning to filter out into their cars. If it weren’t for the thoughts raging across Y/n’s mind, part of him would’ve wondered where John B, Kiara, Pope and Sarah had gone. But, as of right now his attention was focused in on JJ’s sudden outburst.

“God, can you just drop it?”

Y/ns face contorts in confusion, shrugging in disbelief. He continues to follow the short steps that JJ made, who was trying to get away. 

“JJ-“

“Did you not notice how he was flirting with you? Were you just unbothered?” He asks suddenly, whipping around to finally face the confused boy in front of him. 

The accusation did nothing for Y/n, and his steps stopped short. He still felt the anger coursing through him, except this time it was accompanied by a fog- so many questions that JJ is simply refusing to answer. 

“What are you talking about?” 

The salty breeze that circled them is thickened by tension- a tension Y/n can’t seem to name. 

A heavy sigh falls from JJ’s lips, the boy across from him raising one eyebrow expectantly. 

“You’re joking,” He laughs bitterly, “Y/n, he was all over you-“

“Blake?” 

“No, Washington- yes, Blake.” He throws his hands up in exasperation, and perhaps his familiar sarcasm would’ve been of some comfort to Y/n if it weren’t for the growing tension. 

“I don’t-“ Y/n pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment as he tries filling in all the gaps because clearly, JJ wasn’t gonna do it himself. “-I don’t get why that would even matter to you-“ 

JJ twists and almost squirms in his spot, running a hand down his face as if impatiently waiting something. 

“God damn it Y/n, could you be anymore blind?!” He snaps, giving himself one step closer to Y/n, before he stopped himself from moving any closer.

“Again- what the hell is that supposed to mean!” The boy counters, his hands in front of his face as he becomes more and more frustrated.

“God, fuck-“ JJ grumbles to himself, as he already knew what was about to come of him. 

“I like you! Alright, always have- so god forbid I don’t want some Kook hanging all over you-“ It was only then, when Y/n noticed that he wasn’t looking at him in anger- but more, he was looking at him in desperation. 

His mouth falls slightly agape, all the pieces coming together and snapping like puzzle pieces. He stood still in his spot, hands falling down to his sides as he continued processing the new information. 

JJ, however, suddenly couldn’t stand still. His hands ran through his hair out of stress- seeing the stunned look as discouraging. 

“God damnit- y’see, this is why I never should’ve-“ he had begun pacing, his feet landing him further away than Y/n wants. 

Y/n’s eyes snap over to the blonde, suddenly longing to reach out- to pull him back in before he could ever have any chance of losing him. 

He rushes over, stepping just off to the side of JJ’s front- who could suddenly see him from the corner of his eye. 

Both boys now stood still, as Y/n reaches forward tenderly. His fingers wrap around JJ’s wrist, right by his face, as he gently pulls his face to the side so they could meet eyes. 

His e/c eyes had changed, less angry- and instead more hopeful, and more surprised than anything else.

“You…like me?”

JJ swallows nervously. “…yeah.”

The heavy breathing coming from the pair was audible, still getting over the angry yells that had left them only a few minutes before. 

“…good.”  

Each of them felt their faces pulling closer and closer together, and as soon as the words left Y/n’s mouth- JJ had sped up the process and forced his head closer. Their lips met, such relief flowing through each of them as if they’d been waiting years for this to happen- which, they had.

Y/n stumbled back a few steps, his hands moving to JJ’s hair as the latter moved to gently hold the e/c eyed boy by the waist.

They stood in the now empty boneyard, dark sky surrounding them with the faint sound of waves crashing against sand. And anytime they had the chance, they took quick small breathes just to allow them to continue for just one more minute. 

Eventually, though, the boys separated- Y/n resting his forehead against JJ’s. They stood there, no more than a moment of silence before JJ added on. 

“Good?” He asks, and Y/n felt the small movement of his thumb across his hipbone. 

A small smile grows on his face, as he shifts his arms around so they were wrapped around his neck. JJ reciprocates quickly, tugging Y/n closer as they hug each other closely. 

“Good.”

[xtinyslip]

@lcvenderhcze​​ continued from here.

"you've never considered it?" mark wouldn't touch her with a six feet pole but he hadn't made any connection with her. it wasn't him that she wouldn't leave alone. there was heavy silence radiating from hoffman and it was because he was thinking. he was trying to think this through. there was no fucking way that john didn't know so what was this? he figured sooner or later he was going to find out. he just had to be ready for when and if john made a move. "hum." nodding. was that an appropriate reaction to john's confession about amanda? not particularly but what else could he say? he'd been made to look the fool once, it wasn't happening again.  hoffman wanted to believe that it didn't have to be fucked over between them. he wanted that more than he wanted most things. however, he needed to snap out of it and get his head back in the game. that's what he was doing. “what are you suggesting? what do you want from me? ‘cause i don’t have much left to give.” it wasn’t as if he was going to turn around and shed light on a single second of any of his plans. no, he wouldn’t. he'd been made to look the fool once, it wasn't happening again. not showing much of a reaction, he took a long sip of his drink. “it’ll only be a matter of time before you and amanda kiss and make back up. why would i want any part in it?” he didn’t. of course, he’d heard about mark losing his job. who hadn’t? that bitch had made a show of it and he hadn’t forgotten. he was also well on his way to fucking owning the lot of them but he wasn’t going to hint at that. if this was real? john was going to have to do a lot more than that for mark to ever confide in him again. not now he had been hurt. “maybe. we’ll see.”

[myersbprd]

John felt rather ridiculous for the inquiry he had posed, and he supposed Hellboy might think of him much the same. Perhaps he should have bitten it back, yet he wanted to know. As it was, he was tired of parrying the internal question of whether he was not enough or too much, of whether giving voice to certain sentiments that pulled at him would cause Hellboy to flush with appreciation or freak out. However, John was somewhat distracted from the thought by fingers grazing along his scalp, which prompted him to instinctively tilt his head into his partner's touch at the pleasure of it; it felt so good, though his own reaction belatedly reminded him of the way Jasmine would bump into his hand if he ceased petting her before she was quite finished with him. When that warm palm moved to the back of his neck ( a faint shiver traveling down his spine when a thumb began grazing along the skin behind his ear ), John's attention returned fully to Hellboy's countenance.

Nothing he saw there caused any trepidation to filter through him — quite the opposite, really. It gratified him endlessly ( the affection present in Hellboy's gaze in particular, which told him everything he could have ever wished to know ). John's eyes flickered shut for just a beat as a kiss was pressed to his lower lip, accented by a quiet hum. "You do," he said, followed by a nod in agreement with the echoed response. As memories of Hellboy's self-conscious questioning in the Professor's study earlier that day about whether his feelings had changed as a result of the fae's spell surfaced in his mind, he continued, "And if you ever forget, I'll remind you again." Another hint of color rose to John's face, though fainter this time. "Like you did for me in the truck before, and when I fixed your hair."

Oh, it hadn't been stated directly or in a flowery fashion, yet it hadn't needed to be worded in some specific manner for it to mean to him what it did. In those quiet moments of assurance when his confidence faltered ( when cracks in his veneer grew discernable to a degree he never intended ), Hellboy didn't look at him like it made him lesser than he had been. Although John still couldn't quite shake the predilection to conceal those facets of himself, not yet, there was such a relief in the knowledge that even if he wasn't thoroughly successful in the endeavor, he wouldn't be pushed away. Maybe that was what home was supposed to feel like.

Anything further was set aside as he shifted his attention to the unlatching truck doors. "Probably. I doubt I'll be able to convince him to hold off a second time." His persuasion in the Bureau's hallways earlier in the day had been predicated on the factor of time, which was no longer relevant. Already, John suspected that it would prove even more difficult for him to maintain his sense of diplomacy than it usually was should Manning's hostility towards Hellboy breach a certain point; his companion had been through enough without whatever barbed affronts the director might initiate. Shoving the idea to the side for one more short moment, his fingers drifted to settle on Hellboy's chest. "At least now you won't make him jealous with all of your silver hair," he teased. "Anyway — " John leaned in and tilted his head until his lips brushed against Hellboy's ear. "While we're doing this first, maybe it'll help if you think about what we can do second." With a quick nip of his teeth to Hellboy's earlobe, he took one of the other man's hands in his as the back of the vehicle swung open. "Let's go."

Hellboy's embrace tightened that much more when John raised up off his heels to lessen the height difference a little. It turned out he had good timing, as the truck slowed and made another turn, no doubt approaching the Bureau by now. In the back of his mind, Hellboy knew they'd likely have to debrief Manning on how things had resolved once they were out of the truck. No matter how much he'd rather whisk John right off to bed for a nice cuddle, and maybe more if they were both in the mood. But until then, there was this moment.

When their kiss broke, Hellboy's eyes only slivered open halfway, and he made no attempt to loosen his hold on his partner. Breath catching softly in his throat, the only other clear thought amid a fresh welling of 'I love him' was a mildly humored but wholly affectionate, 'He really is good with words'. His left palm, still resting on John's cheek, slid back a little to skim fingernails over the other man's scalp. As Hellboy listened to every word, each one of them resonated with his own feelings. It still struck him sometimes, how John could have had almost anything else with anyone else. The guy had the talent, the smarts, the looks, the big heart, everything to be not just a reliable colleague but an amazing partner. Yet even with all that, with 'normalcy' so easily in reach... John chose the Bureau. He chose Hellboy, despite their rocky start, and despite the fact they could never just go out on a lunch date or even be seen in public. He chose their own little world that they'd built together.

Even so, the blushing question it all ended on nearly tugged a fond laugh from his chest. He managed to hold it back, though endearment still glittered bright in Hellboy's low-lidded gaze. His hand moved further, to cradle the back of John's head, scarred palm pressed to his neck and thumb now brushing soft skin behind one ear. "It's more than okay. Yeah, you belong with me." A soft peck to his partner's lower lip, to underscore Hellboy's sincerity. "Just like I belong with you."

Before he could say much more, the truck slowed to a halt and the engine shut off. Hellboy's embrace remained; he didn't mind other agents seeing him hold the man he loved, not unless John was uncomfortable. "Sounds like we're home." As he heard the rear doors' exterior lock slide open, he added on a sigh, "...Guess we gotta debrief Manning first, huh? Bastard won't stop nagging otherwise."

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment.��

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

[seeingstarks]

Gold, Baby, Solid Gold.

summary : Sully could never take the hint about you having feelings for him so one night in your shared hotel room, you decide to wear a golden dress in attempts to get his attention. pairing : unchartedfilm!sully x afab!reader cw : swearing, pet names (princess/babygirl), oral (f!recieving), face riding, fingering, cum talk, french kissing word count : 1,589 words a/n : This is Uncharted film based after the main events of the film happened. Alludes to a few spoilers, I had a really fun time writing this because I've literally watched the film 100 times already and Uncharted 4 is basically all I play now. Enjoy! Likes/Reblogs are appreciated! No stealing my work!

Going with Sully on adventures had definitely been different than going on them with Nathan. You viewed Nathan as a brother figure even though he already has one. Sully never seemed to get it through his thick skull that you actually developed feelings for him. Being around Sully caused your heart to skip beats and butterflies would flutter around in your stomach.

Sully’s a cockroach when it comes to gold.

Braddock's voice rung through your ears even hours later. You were grateful for Sully saving Nate instead of grabbing his satchel of gold. You always viewed Sully as the 'save himself only' type of guy so his actions today caught you by surprise. The sun went down and Sully would be back toward the hotel soon.

Nate knew how you felt about Sully so he decided to head back early while you and Sully stayed the night at the hotel. Quite ironically, he was busy picking up some Papa John's for a late night snack. You had warned him not to go back after smashing the glass toward the location earlier. When did Sully actually ever listen to you though? He never seemed to get the hint of you having feelings for him.

The cat meowed at the edge of the bed wanting attention. You pet his cat before standing up and opening your bag up. Holding up the golden dress that glimmered along with the lighting, a smile spread along your lips. You were saving the outfit for an undercover mission but you didn't know when you would be alone with Sully again and him actually being in a good mood for once.

Entering the washroom, you pinned your hair up while slipping your clothing off and the golden dress put on afterwards fit your figure perfectly and admired it aswell.

I’m literally in a Papa John’s right now.

You practically screeched when hearing Sully speak through the phone. "Did you uh- butt dial me again? What did Nate say about keeping so many apps open?" You questioned Sully with a chuckle.

Sully proceeded to order the pizza for you two before hearing your voice. "I'll be there in ten." Sully informed, you didn't know who seemed to talk more, you or him.

"You don't need Tinder around tonight..." Mumbling up against the speaker while your cheeks tinted red. "What was that?" He questioned while picking up the pizza and entering his car. "Uh, nothing-" You hung up the phone before giving Sully the chance to answer.

While waiting for his return, you pulled out your makeup pouch and applied some red lipstick along with other makeup that complimented your skin tone.

If we find the gold, we find him too.

You waited patiently at the doorway for Sully to arrive. Pairing your golden dress along with some black combat boots. Heels would be the obvious choice but you were aiming for comfort tonight. Hearing the door knob turn, you jumped up in excitement and ran toward the bed, trying your best to look sexy.

Sully held the pizza in his hands with his phone sitting on top of the box, he nearly dropped both on the floor when seeing you all dressed up just to impress him in hopes that he would now take the hint.

"Wow, Y/N. You look stunning." His eyes wandered along your body briefly, "Really been paying attention to how much I love gold, huh?" You nodded, the smile creeping across your lips again.

"Hey, listen... Sully, I need to tell you something." You sat up on the bed and looked him in the eyes. "Maybe it will be easier to hear when sitting down." You added.

Sully listened and sat down at the edge of the bed beside you. "What is it, Y/N? Did someone steal my stuff again? Wouldn't be the first time." You shook your head at him, "No, silly."

"I... well wanted to tell you that I have had feelings for you quite a long time now. Well... just a few months but-" You were finding it hard to form sentences, actually confessing this to Sully instead of infront of your mirror while alone was different. He was actually here and listening to you, being respectful. What if he doesn't like you? The thoughts starting to make your head spin while sweat started to form on your palms. Great.

"I really really like you, Sully." You eventually got out as his hazel eyes met with yours. He placed his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb up against it before responding. "I really really like you aswell, Y/N. For a long time now but I was nervous because of my reputation with women in the past. I didn't want to ruin something before we even started it, but yes I do have feelings for you."

Sully telling you this felt like a breath of fresh air, he felt the same way toward you. Getting caught up in the moment, you placed your arms on his shoulders while he positioned his arms on your hips and waist.

"Mm, dressed up in gold all for me? I love it, babygirl." Sully teasingly whispered in your ear before placing his lips against yours.

The kiss deepened as you parted your lips for him to enter his tongue in your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance while kissing, twirling your tongues around with one another. A moan escaped your lips at the sudden thought of him using his tongue on you in other ways.

Sully took his lips off yours and took a deep breath. "I must be fantastic at kissing if I already have you moaning." He teased with a wink.

Rolling your eyes at him with a chuckle, you glanced at his lips before looking at all of his other features. "No clue what you're talking about. The pizza is gonna get cold if we wait any longer."

"Let it get cold, I have better things to do like eating my golden princess out. How does that sound?" Sully questioned while licking his lips and smirking.

"It sounds fuckin' amazing. Go right ahead, handsome." You gave Sully permission to have a taste of you. This had to be a dream... Nope.

You have a heart of gold, Sully.

Sully began to nuzzle his nose the length upon your folds, causing a sharp shiver to ripple down your spine, "Fuck babygirl, you smell so good. I bet you taste even better." He mumbled under his breath as he pressed kisses along your thighs.

"Stop teasing me, Sully." You let out a whine and grinded yourself up against his lips only for him to take you by the thighs completely stopping your movements. "I'm the one who's in control here." Sully taunted as he nipped at one of your lower lips, his tongue licking a fat-stripe right up through your center, circling around your clit, then repeating the action several times, never going 'too' fast.

You attempted to thrust down and create more friction, but his hands stopped you every time. His hands sliding up swiftly, grabbing your ass before giving it a harsh spank. Yelps fell past your lips, arching your back up slowly registering to the sting. 

Feeling his lips latch onto the sensitive bundle of nerves that you are, his tongue swirled around your insides ever so sloppily. A torrent of moans attempted to escape your lips, leaving you to bite down at your lip and hold them in.

"You don't have to keep quiet, let me hear you, babygirl." Sully smirked and licked his lips teasingly as he looked up at you, moans falling from your lips, his tongue now at the inside of your entrance, lapping up all the juices.

"You really do taste amazing-" he muttered now lapping at you like a puppy would with water. "Fuck, Sully!" You yelled out feeling your muscles start to tense up, your release not so far out of reach. 

"Are you going to cum for me, Y/N?" Are you gonna cum all over my face?" Sully murmured flicking his tongue back and forth all over your clit, bringing two fingers to your entrance as he thrusted upwards stretching you open, "Ride my face now, babygirl, go on, fuck yourself on my tongue."

Your head falls back, the only sounds in the room being your moans, and the crude sounds of Sully licking you up. Thrusting his fingers swiftly, curling them up as he hit your g-spot on every thrust causing your hips to grind against him incessantly, leaving your muscles to coil up as you are now ready to burst.

Sully smirked for a moment then nipping at your clit the same time he curled his fingers against your g-spot which threw you over the edge. All you could hear was a loud string of moans and curses escape from your lips, legs turning into jello as Sully licked all your juices up.

"Did you like that?" Sully questioned, gently resting you up against some pillows. "Mmm-" was the most you could get out in response which caused him to chuckle, Sully now proud of himself for being able to please you so well that your brain turned to mush.

You attempted to sit up a few moments later, nuzzling your head into the crook of Sully's neck, "I love you." You whispered into his ear, "I love you too, babygirl." Sully placed a kiss on your forehead before the two of you went to bed for the night.

[peakyscillian]

Safe Inside | Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader |

Summary: 'Will you call me to tell me you're alright?, 'Cause I worry about you the whole night' Warnings: 18+ in some places, hint of smut happening. Language. Requested: Yes - anon A/N: - Part One.

Safe Inside

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The door to Arrow House flew open with force as you marched through, the thin material of your dress flying behind you, your heels clicking on the stone floor. Francis rushed out of the lounge "Miss L/N are you okay?" she looked alarmed. "Where's Tommy?" You asked stopping in front of the maid "In his office, he wished to be left alone" she bumbled over her words. You shook your head "Thank you Francis" you quipped starting your route once again.

"Thomas Shelby" you yelled opening the door to his office, he looked up from his paperwork "I'm busy" he stood up, hands planted on the desk "No not right now" you glared at him, stepping forward hands on your hip. Tommy sat back in his chair with a sigh. "how dare you tell Esme, that I'm not allowed to go out with her tonight, how fucking dare you" you were almost screaming at him. He rose an eyebrow at you "sit down" he almost growled. You knew you'd wound him up "The Garrison is fine, but you're not going off to some place in Digbeth" he lit a cigarette. "You can't keep me cooped up in Small Heath, Tommy" you slumped in the chair.

Tommy ran his hands over his face, balancing his cigarette in the ash tray "Keeping you cooped up, is that what you call it eh?" he stood up making his way round to sit on the edge of his desk. You nodded slowly, before he carried on his rant "I'm giving you everything, I'm trying to keep you safe, if you want to act like a child I can treat you like one" He hadn't broke your eye contact "There's currently a lot of shit happening with some men, they know you're my girl and they will try to hurt you" he was resting his hands just above his knee's watching You were watching him cautiously "I'm not asking to be treated like a child" you whispered. Tommy sighed once more "Just please do as I ask for a few weeks" You nodded slowly letting out a deep sigh "I am not going to be the married woman who stays at home" standing from the chair placing yourself in front of him. "I said you can go to The Garrison, Isaiah and Finn will be there to watch over you" he picked up his cigarette taking a drag.

You rolled your eyes "A night out with your kid brother and his friend as my protectors?" you scoffed turning away from him. Tommy almost growled in frustration "I just want you safe" he retorted as you stalked towards the door. "Yeah well we're not married yet Tom, so I'll do what I please for now" you pulled open the door. "We won't be married at all if you get yourself killed" he got up from the edge of his desk muttering to himself as he sat back in his chair, picking up the phone to call John.

***

You linked arms with Esme as you entered the Digbeth Jazz club, you had been allowed entry on the word that you were girls of the Peaky Blinders. The music was blaring, drinks were being served at tables and the pair of youwere laughing as you clinked your glasses. "To having fun without the men" Esme cackled as you sipped on the wine.

You could feel the two men watching you both from the bar, you nudged Esme's foot under the table and gestured towards them "Tommy's men?" you questioned. Esme took a few quick glances "I don't recognise them" she frowned as they started their way across the bar towards your table. "Fuck sake" Esme cursed as you both grabbed your bags, containing the hand guns from John and Tommy.

"Do the Shelby men know their ladies are here?" the blonde haired man asked. "Of course" You tapped her cigarette on the corner of the ash tray. Esme gave you a look as one of the men slid his arm around the back of the booth, his hand resting on your shoulder.

The blonde's friend placed his hand on Esme's knee she grabbed his hand pushing his fingers back "don't. fucking. touch. us" she hissed. The blonde pulled you into his side "Oh the Shelby girls think they're tough" he laughed nodding at his friend. He snatched up both your bags, Esme's eyes widened, You felt your heart rate speed up as his grip got tighter.

The commotion from the front of the club caused both men to stop, by each the side of the booth appeared John and Arthur with Tommy stood in the middle. "Interupting the ladies evening are we, eh?" Tommy cocked a brow in their direction. You hadn't dared make eye contact with him knowing the temper he would be building right that second. "Well if they want to enter one of our clubs then they're asking for it" the braver blonde guy spoke up first. Arthur had him round the neck in a matter of seconds, John launching for the second man.

Tommy was in his face as fast as Arthur had grabbed him "You'll never go anywhere near these ladies again" he hissed his gun pointed to the temple. "Like I said man, they step in here what do they expect from us, out on the town like two whores" he spat. Tommy's finger curled on the trigger, until he felt your hand curl around his bicep, John had beaten the other guy to the ground his foot on his face. Esme was downing the wine "Tommy, he's not worth it"you whispered. The guy laughed lightly "whipped are we Shelby?" Tommy pulled the gun away firing it into the ceiling.

"Take his eyes Arthur" he instructed as Arthur pulled his flatcap off, you buried your face in Tommy's chest as the man screamed in pain.

***

Tommy was storming into the house, You following him straight up the stairs to the bedroom, he was busy undressing as you stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do next. "Get ready for bed, y/n" He muttered. You stepped over the threshold "I'm so sorry Tommy" you whispered. He looked over to you finally, stepping across the room in just his underwear, pushing you against the wall.

"I thought I'd fucking lost you, just as fast as I found you" he was breathing heavy. His eyes flashing across your face "I can't lose you, I fucking can't" he sighed forehead pressed with yours. "Tommy, I-" his lips pressed with yours, pinning your arms above your head. "You're the only one who gets me out of my head, who helps me sleep, I won't lose you" he was pecking at your lips. You pushed your hips against his as he dropped your hands, you carded your fingers through his hair. "You won't, you won't lose me" you sighed dropping your head to kiss at his neck. "I was so fucking scared, I just wanted to keep you safe, not keep you trapped in this house, in Small Heath" he tapped your hip, you jumped so you were in his arms.

Tommy carried you to your shared bed, nudging his nose against yours. "You're mine, I'm yours and I won't let anything come between us" he dropped you gently onto the mattress. Crawling over you, tugging at your underwear pulling it from your suspenders "Nothing you're my life Tommy Shelby" you sighed as he claimed you as his once more.

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[cryonme]

𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐕

PART FIVE- “Just Because They’re Not Here Doesn’t Mean They Stopped Being Wonderful.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

short series- jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 4.3k

tw- guns, knives, mentions of weed, stabbing, swearing, mentions of death, fluff 😊, angst 👿, mentions of murder, fighting, drinking, mentions of stitches and hospitals. lmk if I missed anything

a/n- don’t u all love how I said this was gonna be a “short” series and now we’re at 19.2k words total and five parts? and not even done yet? lol. anyway, this chapter is a fucking rollercoaster of emotions and shit gets really real really fast so hold onto your hats, grab some popcorn, and happy reading!

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“Wait, what the fuck?”

Your friends all stared at you with wide eyes, mouths agape. JJ’s grip tightened on your thigh, you winced a little but he didn’t let up, which you were glad he didn’t.

“Wait, your mom is dead?” John B asked, earning a smack on the back of the head from Sarah.

“You had a sister?!” Pope explained, confusion plastered on his face. “I thought that was just a ru- OW!” A smack from Kiara.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah.”

“You think you know a person then all of the sudden she has a dead mom and sister who were killed by her step brother that you didn’t know about.” John B said, a hint of humor in his voice.

“This isn’t funny, John B.” Sarah scolded.

“It’s fine, Sarah.” You assured your friend. “Look, I know I’m a shit friend for not telling you guys things about my life. Tyler, the abortion, my mom and sister. And I’ll work on getting better at it but all of that isn’t important right now, okay?” You looked between John B and Pope, waiting expectedly before they both nodded and backed off.

“What makes you say that, (Y/n)?” Kie asked you, fully turning her attention to you.

“Well when- um, when Tyler showed up at my house that day,” You swallowed your fear, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath. “When Tyler showed up at my house that day, he said ‘I did everything I could to get my mom to marry your dad. My mom doesn’t know, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, and now you’re ruining everything with your fat fucking mouth.’”

The room was silent. Nobody really knew what to make out of all of this, all this time you had come off so unbothered, like your life was picture perfect and there was never a dark cloud in your sky. Everything that had happened the past couple of weeks came out of nowhere for the group of friends, especially JJ, John B and Pope, who didn’t even know you had a step brother. But when the three thought back on it, they never really asked.

After about a minute of everyone sitting in shock, Sarah spoke up, “Well, we need to tell your dad and Christine, right?’

You shook your head, “Not until I have enough proof. The entire island’s eyes are on me right now and if I’m wrong I make a fool of myself. I know this is gonna sound really stupid but, I need to find Tyler.”

“No.” JJ protested, his voice sharp.

“You’re right, (Y/n). That does sound stupid.” Pope agreed.

“Super stupid.” John B chimed in.

“I love you, but I have never heard more stupid words leave your mouth.” Kiara said.

“Guys, maybe hear her out.” Sarah said.

Kie whipped her head to the side, looking at the blonde girl in bewilderment. “Seriously? I’m not listening to you when all you seem to do is put (Y/n) in more danger.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know what the fuck to do!” “You tell someone, dumbass!”

“Jesus, you two! Shut the fuck up!” You interjected, standing up and stomping your foot, ignoring the shooting pain going up your leg.

“I came here because I need help, not to sit here and be judged and have you two fight with each other. Kie, lay off. I begged Sarah not to say anything until I was ready, and promised not to go home until I said something, okay? And you two.” You gestured to John B and Pope, “Telling me I’m stupid for something that I haven’t even explained yet is a little premature. Can we all fucking focus?” You had your time to cry and allow yourself to be broken, but now it was time to get shit done.

Kie shrunk in her seat, muttering a half assed “Sorry” under her breath and crossing her arms. John B and Pope nodded, both boys looking down at their shoes. You sat back down and JJ’s hand returned to its rightful spot on your thigh.

“Now, just, listen to me for a second. We,” You put the emphasis on that word so everyone would be a little bit more open to the idea, “Need to find Tyler so we can somehow record a confession from him. I’ll rile him up, and once I get the confession we get the fuck out. Got it?”

“How the fuck are you gonna find him? Even the Sheriff's department can’t find him.” Sarah said.

“Right,” You responded, “First thing to consider, the police are incompetent, especially here. They probably looked at my house and his job before giving up.”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head as he listened to you talk in awe.

“Second thing to consider, I have his number. I can ask him to meet up and talk it out.”

“The more you talk, the more I really don’t like this plan.” JJ muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

“The more you talk, the more I wanna kick your teeth in.” You smiled sweetly, “This is the only way.” You tried pulling a joke, but JJ’s face remained concerned, so your face fell and you leaned into him. “I’ll be okay, JJ. I’ve been dealing with Tyler for years, okay?”

JJ nodded, taking a deep breath before pulling away from you.

“So what can we do?”

“Wherever I meet up with Tyler, I need you all to be on standby. Someone on lookout, someone hiding near me just in case things go south, and someone waiting in the vam.”

Everyone agreed in unison, nodding their heads. “Anything we can to get this asshole put away.” John B said, giving you an encouraging smile.

+

After going over a few details, and finally sending the text to Tyler that you wanted to meet up, the pogues dispersed around the chateau. Pope was talking Sarah’s ear off about the latest book he had just finished while she politely listened and even threw in a couple of her own thoughts, John B and Kie playfully jabbed long sticks at each other, and JJ stood on the porch, watching you swing by yourself on the hammock, lost in thought. He was trying to decide if he should approach you, or give you space. Just then you turned your head and made eye contact with the blond boy, a soft smile on your face, your signature red lipstick back where it belongs.

Fuck space.

He bounded down the stairs and made his way over to you on the hammock, plopping down next to you. Neither of you said anything for a couple minutes, there wasn’t much to say.

“I was 14.” You said, breaking the silence, causing JJ’s head to turn towards you. He stayed silent as you continued.

“Hit and run.” You laughed bitterly. “My little sister was 12. We were finally getting to the point where we didn’t fight everyday, we were becoming friends. She had just started asking me for advice about boys and was always asking to have sleepovers.” You smiled, remembering your little sister fondly. “It still hurts. It’ll always hurt, I think. But, I’ve learned I can’t change what happened, and I try to be thankful for the time I had with her. I would say she probably wouldn’t want me to be sad, but that’s not true, she loved attention.” JJ laughed with you this time.

“What’s her name?” JJ asked.

“Layla.” You responded, her name feeling weird on your tongue. You hadn’t said her name in years. “And my mom, gosh there was no one like my mom.” JJ wasn’t asking, but you were telling.

“She just always understood, you know? She’d let me stay home if my mind was taking over, she continued to buy the ice cream I told her was my favorite when I was 7, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t like it anymore.” You frowned, staring at your hands. “Christine is great, I love her with everything in me. But sometimes I wish she was in my life under different circumstances.”

JJ nodded in understanding, taking his hand in yours and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are- were.”

JJ shook his head, “Just because they’re not here doesn’t mean they stopped being wonderful.”

You yanked JJ’s hand so his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned into him, earning a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re sweet, princess.” You teased, using the nickname that you would use when the two of you fought.

“Tell anyone and you’re dead meat, baby.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “What changed your mind about me?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

JJ thought for a moment, mulling over his words to avoid saying the wrong thing.

“I never changed my mind.”

Your heart dropped as you began to pull away, feeling embarrassed.

“Uh uh uh, let me finish.” JJ pulled you back against him and you huffed. “I never changed my mind because I’ve felt this way about you all along. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a person before, so when you came along I mistook all of the signs as hatred. My mom left and my dad…” JJ trailed off for a moment, trying to put together his words in the least concerning way possible, “My dad takes his anger out on me. And I just never really learned how to receive love, or how to understand it.”

Your heart sank at JJ���s words. All those times he’d show up to the Chateau with bruises and scrapes, telling everyone to fuck off instead of boasting about how he “totally kicked that kooks ass”, it was his dad.

“JJ-”

“Mmm, let’s not do that now, yeah? Just know I’ve adored you this whole time, I was just too stupid to see it.”

“When did you change your mind about me?” JJ asked.

You pondered for a moment, thinking back on when you first started thinking of JJ differently.

“That night at the Boneyard, when Tyler showed up. I was dancing with Pope and all I could think was, ‘I need JJ’, and then there you were. I didn’t want you to ever leave my side again. When you took me back to the Chateau and sat me down on the couch, I was confused because I felt so safe and loved, more than I ever have. It was so out of the blue. Hours before we had just been screaming at each other and then I never wanted you to let me go.”

“You’re making this really hard, Red.” JJ huffed, running a hand over his face.

“What?” You asked craning your neck to look up at him.

“Not kissing you.”

You sat up from your position on his chest, turning your body so you were facing each other, your legs hanging off one side of the hammock and his off the other.

“Then kiss me.”

“(Y/n)...”

“What, scared?”

JJ didn’t say anything, he just looked at you. You had that striking red grin, and your eyes held that glint of mischief and joy.

“You were just inconsolable like, an hour ago.”

“But I’m not now.”

“I-”

“Please, JJ.” You pouted, your eyes big and your frown deep as you slowly reached for him.

And he couldn’t say no to that face.

He slowly brought his hand up to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as his face slowly leaned into yours, his hand softly pulling you closer by the neck. You brought one hand up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his other hand found its place on your waist. You stared at each other for a moment, noses barely touching. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it was about to crawl out of your throat, the anticipation was driving you crazy but you were also cherishing every second of it, just being so close to him, knowing what’s about to happen.

His lips just barely brushed over yours and your entire body erupted in butterflies, goosebumps dancing all up and down your arms and legs.

“You fucker.” You teased and JJ giggled before fully planting his lips on yours. You felt like you had been on fire and had been dumped into an ice bath. The relief that covered your entire body and soul was something you had never felt before. You had kissed plenty of people in your lifetime, and nothing had ever compared to the feeling you had kissing JJ.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, but JJ whined and pulled you back into him, bringing you to sit on his lap as he continued to kiss you. You both giggled and broke apart when you nearly toppled out of the hammock, JJ’s hands immediately steadying you. He looked up at you while stroking your cheekbone with his thumb before planting soft kisses to your arm, trailing his lips up to your shoulder, neck, cheek and finally one last sweet kiss on your lips.

“Well it’s about goddamn time!” John B yelled as the rest of the pogues whooped and hollered, jumping up and down. Both of you flipped off your friends and JJ kissed you once more, your middle fingers still in the air.

“You’re fucking incredible.” JJ muttered once you broke yet another kiss.

“I know.” You smirked.

Once JJ helped you off the hammock, with a lot of wincing and you telling him his kissing made your bruised lip hurt, you made your way back over to your friends, an unmistakable feeling of joy filling everyone’s hearts.

John B handed you and JJ a beer, which you had to decline because of your concussion, much to your dismay, but you gladly took the joint that Kie offered you, blowing out the smoke into JJ’s mouth before taking the hit for yourself. The sun started to set on the Chateau, so Pope and John B set up a fire and Kie brought out her ukulele, her and Sarah singing in harmony to Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. Your heart swelled in your chest listening to JJ quietly singing along with his arm slung around your shoulders, his face was tinted the slightest shade of pink from being in the sun all day, making his eyes look impossibly more blue. You knew tomorrow brought troubles and anxiety, but you pushed them to the back of your mind, enjoying this beautiful moment with your friends. You rested your head on JJ’s shoulder, your hand coming up to hold his that was around your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his hand. JJ blushed and squeezed you just a little bit tighter.

“(Y/n), you staying the night?”

You smiled and nodded, your eyes a bit droopy from the weed. You had texted Christine already, telling her you were staying the night and assuring her that everyone was staying the night and you were safe.

“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, getting up from her spot next to John B. “More beer?” Everyone apart from you nodded as Sarah made her way inside the house to grab more cold beer.

“Aw, well if it isn’t the goonies.”​​

That voice.

Tyler approached the Chateau, Topper, Kelce and Rafe hot on his heels.

Everyone stood up immediately, JJ pushed you behind him without a second thought.

“Heard my baby sister wanted to meet up tonight, thought I’d come to her, spare her the trouble.” Tyler said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You were appreciative of JJ’s protectiveness over you, but this was your fight. “I know what you did, Tyler.” You said, trying your hardest to hide the shakiness in your voice as you pushed JJ out of your way, taking a couple steps forward.

“There she is!” Tyler exclaimed, gesturing his arms to you. “You don’t know shit, dumbass.”

“You killed my mom and sister.”

“Me?” Tyler raised a hand to his chest in shock and turned to his friends, who all shook their heads like you were crazy. “I would never do such a thing.” “You said-”

“Did you hit your head too hard the other day? Sounds to me like you’re making things up.”

He was trying to make you feel crazy, and you weren’t putting up with it.

“What was your plan, huh?” You asked, standing your ground. “Hit my mom and my little sister with your car, devastating my family so my dad could go running into your unknowing mother’s arms. Were you gonna kill all of us next so you could get the money? How exactly did you plan on doing that?”

Tyler’s chest was heaving up and down, sharp breaths coming in and out of his nose.

“Layla was 12 years old, you psychopath.”

“I never meant to kill your fucking sister!”

And there it was. Eerie silence fell over the Chateau like a heavy blanket.

“You motherfucker.” You shrieked, stomping forward and sending your hand flying across his cheek. Before you could even blink, Tyler had his hand around your throat and the barrel of a gun pressed to your jaw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could see the pogues, Kiara with a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, hugging Sarah close to her, John B and Pope holding JJ back, his eyes wild with anger and fear. You could see Topper and Kelce with wide eyes, obviously unaware of the gun in your step brother's possession. You could see Rafe with a knowing grin on his face. Bastard.

You were terrified, panic surging through your body as you tried to stay still so you wouldn’t anger him with any sudden movements.

“Any of you even think about moving and I kill her!” He screamed.

“Tyler, put the gun down man, what the fuck?” Topper said, his voice calm, trying to talk him down.

“Fuck you!”

And suddenly Tyler was on the ground, the gun flying into the darkness. JJ wasted no time running to your step brother, grabbing him by his shirt collar and beating his face with his fists. You and Rafe made eye contact before both of you made a break for the gun, scrambling through the darkness. Rafe tackled you down and tried to reach for it, but you kneed him in the crotch, hoping to buy you a couple seconds. The Cameron boy groaned and held his area, toppling over and whining in a fetal position.

“Pussy boy.” You rolled your eyes and crawled toward the gun, smiling once it was in your grip before Rafe pulled you back by your ankle. You flipped over onto your back and pointed the gun at him.

“You don’t have the guts.”

“Self defense, bitch. Now get off of me.”

Rafe backed up with his hands in the air and you made your way back to the group, gun in hand, still pointed at Rafe. Tyler and JJ were going at it, both throwing punches and kicks, the rest of the group fighting off Topper and Kelce.

“Back off my friends or I'll shoot!” You yelled, and everyone stopped and turned to you with your gun pointed at Rafe. The three kooks backed off with their hands up in surrender.

“You won’t shoot me, Little Red.” Tyler said, walking closer to you.

“I will if you try anything.” You responded, taking the gun off of Rafe and shoving him forward so he was still in your eyesight, now pointing it at Tyler.  

“You stay away from her!” JJ yelled, charging towards Tyler but quickly being held back by Rafe and Topper.

Tyler got so close to you that the gun was touching his t-shirt.

Why was he testing you? He had to have something up his sleeve.

The motherfucker literally had something up his sleeve.

Tyler tore a switchblade out of his jacket sleeve and jabbed it into your collarbone, and in the same second you fired the gun.

Your brain felt fuzzy, you couldn’t even feel the knife in your collarbone, the only way you knew it was there was because you could see it sticking out of the corner of your eye.

You heard screams, multiple screams.

Footsteps running away.

Was someone crying?

Were you crying?

Everyone ran to you, JJ leading the group, so he got to you first. He immediately put his hands on your face, frantically searching your eyes before you dropped to your knees, JJ following suit.

“Baby, look at me.” He said firmly. Someone gently took the gun from your hands, why were you still holding it? You brought your hand up to touch the knife, crying out in pain from the smallest touch.

“No, don’t touch it, okay? Leave it alone, paramedics are on their way okay?”

You still didn’t look at him, your eyes were wide as you stared at everyone around you, their faces full of concern.

“She’s in shock.” Pope stated. He was crouched in front of you, next to JJ. “Try to bring her back to reality.”

“How the fuck do I do that?” JJ snapped.

“Chill, JJ! Talk to her, touch her, anything!”

JJ’s left hand continued to cradle your face and you leaned into his touch as his right hand threaded through your hair. “You’re okay, okay? Can you talk to me?” His voice broke, tears beginning to fill his blue eyes.

Your eyes wandered away from the group and landed on Tyler’s body, lifeless. You let out a gasp as if all of the wind had been knocked out of your body.

“I killed him.” You rasped.

JJ quickly moved in front of the body, blocking your view of him. Your breathing was shallow as you brought your hands up to your neck, trying to claw at the skin to make way for you to breathe. Pope’s hands gently grabbed yours, moving them away from your neck and holding them in your lap. JJ gave him a thankful nod and he situated himself in front of you.

“Christine-” Your body flooded with guilt and sadness for your stepmom, that was her son. He may have done unspeakable things to you and her family but that was her son. And you killed him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh,” JJ was quick to stop the terrible thought. “You had to, okay? She’ll understand. Just focus on me, baby.”

You nodded and squeezed Pope’s hands, focusing your eyes on JJ’s.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Just a couple more minutes, okay?”

You nodded again. The pain in your collarbone was beginning to worsen as your shock wore off and you whimpered.

Great, you thought, another fucking injury to make my life even better.

Really your whole body hurt, your concussion and bruises worsening and stitches ripping open from Rafe tackling you to the ground.

“It hurts.” You whine, a single tear escaping from your eye, JJ wiped it before it could run down your face. “I know.” He whispered. “I know, my love, I’m so sorry.” He rested his forehead on yours, trying his best to give you as much comfort as he could without pulling you against him and driving the blade further in.

“Fuck, you guys. We didn’t get a recording.” Kie said, slapping her palm against her forehead. You removed one hand from Pope’s and worked through your pain and brought your phone out of your back pocket, tossing it on the ground, not having enough strength to hand it to her.

John B picked it up and smiled, your phone had been recording the entire time, starting just a minute after Tyler made himself known at the Chateau.

“(Y/n), you magnificent kook.” John B said, giving your arm a squeeze. You had moved your forehead to rest on JJ’s shoulder, your body posed awkwardly to avoid the knife being touched, one hand still in Pope’s.

Everyone was relieved, but the dead body in their presence and the knife in your body made it hard to be completely relieved. Once the paramedics and police arrived, JJ had to release you from his hold, watching the paramedics put you on the gurney and load you in the back of the ambulance, by yourself, for the second time.

Kiara and Pope were talking to the police, showing them the proof on your phone and the gun and walking them through everything that happened while JJ watched the ambulance drive away, as soon as it was out of sight he broke down, John B quick to pull his friend into his arms, Sarah gently leaned her head on his back, her hand coming up to stroke his back

“She doesn’t deserve any of this.” JJ cried, holding onto his best friend. He knew you were gonna be okay, the paramedics said the knife would be easy to remove and they could stitch up the wound easily, but he was worried about you. You would never be the same.

“She doesn’t.” John B agreed.

“I just want her to be okay.”

“I know, bubba, me too.” John B replied, his own tears brimming in his eyes, “She will be.”

JJ could feel Sarah shaking against him, her tears wetting his shirt and he unravelved in arm from John B to bring her into the hug. “Get in here, kook princess.” JJ teased through his tears. Pope and Kiara soon joined the group hug, comforting their friends through touch.

“What did Shoupe say?” JJ asked once they all pulled away, wiping at his tears.

“They said (Y/n)’s okay, a very obvious case of self defense, but they’re still going to ask her a couple questions once she’s of sound mind.” Pope answered and Kiara nodded.

“Thank God.” Sarah breathed out and JJ’s shoulders relaxed in relief, one less thing to worry about.

“Well why are we all just standing here?” John B asked after a couple moments of silence. “Let’s go see our girl.”

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“I am still meeeeee you are still youuuuu” I couldn’t get that damn song out of my head while I was writing this

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My First Time *JJ*

NOT REQUESTED

I have NOT editied so PLEASE do not judge the rough writing lol

WARNING: fluffy smut, loss of virginity, oral (female receiving)

Y/N POV

I was laying cuddled up with JJ while the boys argued about something stupid.

"Babe, which is better crab or crawfish?" JJ asked me while looking at me.

"Neither," I tell him with made all of the boys groan at my answer, and Kie laugh.

"You're no help babe," JJ tells me which makes me laugh, and lean up and give him a quick kiss.

"Okay that makes up for it," JJ says while blushing lightly.

"Oh he's so whipped," John B 'whispers' to Pope which makes me laugh, and JJ flip John B off.

As the night passes on JJ hasn't left my side and has been a lot more clingy than normal.

"JJ why are you treating her like a child?" Kie asked clearly noticing JJ's attachment to me.

"Im not, Im taking care of my girlfriend," JJ says while getting slightly offended.

"Is something going on that we should know about?" John B said clearly hinting at something but me not picking up that he's trying to hint at me being pregnant.

"No, John B there isn't anything you need to know about," JJ said clearly picking up what he was trying to say. I just cuddled myself more into JJ because at this point I was getting kinda cold.

"You've just been acting like she's precious cargo lately," John B replied back which only make me shake my head, finally understanding what he was trying to say.

It was now late and I haven't stopped cuddling with JJ I even fell asleep at some point but was woken up because John B and Pope were getting extra loud over some video game. When I woke up it resulted in them getting a lecture for JJ because I was now awake.

Now we have made it into JJ's room he has claimed as his, and we were cuddling and talking when I suddenly sat up and asked JJ something I had been wanting to ask him for a while, "Babe, can we..... you know?" I was always super shy about anything sexual so for me this was weird.

"Y/N what?" JJ asked. "I mean I know what you're trying to say but like right now?" Jj asked trying to process all of his thoughts.

"I mean if you want," I replied to him while blushing and slowly making my way to climb onto his lap while starting to make out with him. He had his hands on my hips and made me grind a little on his lap which made me moan softly. I could feel him getting hard under me which only made me moan louder.

JJ slowly started to take my shirt off and then my swimsuit tup leaving my top half completely bare. JJ waisted absolutely no time before grabbing my tits and started to grope them which only made my moans getting louder.

JJ decided to flip us over so he was on top and grinding into me more while he was taking his shirt off. Once his shirt was off he started to kiss down my body and finding the sweet spot on my neck and leaving a couple of hickeys.

Once he got to my shorts he looked back up at to me make sure it was okay. I nodded my head giving him permission. He very slowly took off my shorts while leaving some kissing on my lowkey stomach and inner thighs which only made me more and more horny. Once he got my shorts off he slowly pulled the strings to my swim bottoms. I finally let out a whine of frustration from how slow JJ was going.

"Patience my love," is all JJ said to me before me started kissing my inner thigh before slowly making his way to my pussy and when he finally gets to it he just gives a couple of soft kisses before opening his mouth and starts sucking.

"Fuck JJ," is all I could moan out. I was a virgin but that didn't mean me and JJ hadn't done other things to take care of each other.

I was getting close and JJ must have realized because he only speed up and stuck two fingers in me and curled them hitting my G spot.

"Im gonna cum!" I was able to manager out before cumming undone on JJ's mouth. JJ kept sucking to make sure he rode out my high. Once I came down he didn't stop sucking which made me have to push his head away from the over stimulation he was causing.

JJ came back up and started making out with me letting me taste myself on his tongue when he pulled away and looked at me.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" JJ asked to make sure I was 100% I wanted to lose my virginity to him right now.

"Yes," Is all I had to say for JJ to start taking his shorts off and getting close to me to kiss me again.

Once JJ was completely naked he took his already hard cock and start rubbing it along my soaked pussy making me moan out loud. I felt him at my entrance very slowly started to push in. I had never had anything so big in me before which made me tense up making JJ stop from the intense clenching he was feeling.

"Relax baby girl, we'll go slow I promise," JJ said while whispering in my ear. This made me do my best to relax and unclench around JJ. Once I did I feel JJ slid all the way in which made me moan out of a mix of pleasure and pain. JJ Stopped and gave me a little break to try and adjust to his size.

"Fuck JJ please move," I moaned out when I no longer felt the pain. JJ slowly started to thrust in and out of me which made me moan out loud from the intense pleasure I was feeling. JJ kept a slow and steady pace which made me moan loudly.

"Does it feel good baby?" JJ asked while leaning down and kissing the side of my face. when I tried to talk all that came out was a moan so I just nodded my head.

"Faster please!" I tried to tell JJ but I wasn't sure he understood because all I let out was a lot of breathy moans, but he must have understood because JJ started speeding up which made me throw my head back and moan loudly while my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I was getting close and I could tell JJ was too because of the sounds that where coming out of his mouth.

"Cum on 3 baby," JJ said while counting from 1. When he reached 3 I moaned loudly while letting go and cumming. My whole body started to shake from how intense it was when I felt JJ release in me which made me moan from the warm feeling.

JJ slowly slid out of me and grabbed a rag and started cleaning me up before throwing it somewhere in the room and climbing into the bed and pulling me into his chest and kissing my forehead.

"That was amazing JJ," I lean up and give him a quick kiss.

"Yes it was baby girl," JJ replied back while kissing me back.

I slowly fell asleep on JJ's chest while he played with my hair and whispered sweet nothings and telling me how much he loved me.

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Too Much - JJ Maybank

Description: there's comes a time when people want to much from you and you can’t handle it. 

Warnings: slight sexual content, convincing reader to do things she didn’t really wanna do, sad, slight description of reader that might not apply to you, this is a female reader x JJ I’m so sorry if this doesn’t apply to you. 

Word count: 1,039

Edited?: spelling yes idk about the rest so technically no

Part 1

Pulling into the chateau while John B and Sarah was presumed dead was the worst part of my day. Not only because they weren’t there but because I had to be faced with whatever mess of JJ I had to clean up today. I would never complain about it though because I knew he was hurting and I'd do anything to help him heal. 

He was here alone most nights when I worked. During the day Pope and Kiera kept him company, but nights were always worse for him anyways. The couple hours he was by himself he would let his thoughts take over. With no distraction he drank and smoked the pain away. Which caused one of two things to happen when you finally show up, he either yells at me for shit I didn’t do or he’d fuck me for his own personal pleasure. I just let him though, I loved John B also but John B was JJ’s best friend. They were the brothers to each other. 

So whatever JJ needed to do to make himself feel better I wasn’t gonna stop him from doing that. But tonight, tonight I couldn’t handle his loud screams at me or the bruising grip he’d have on me. I just needed my JJ back, I needed a good hug  and I know I won’t be getting that. Especially since I saw the empty beer bottles on the porch steps. Just to stall the inevitable I cleaned up the bottles and sat on one of the chairs outside. I just needed a minute to mentally prepare myself. 

I sighed before heading into the chateau. The door slamming behind me is what broke JJ’s gaze. He was standing in the kitchen, beer in hand just staring. A seductive smirk was on his lips, “hey baby, I haven’t seen your sexy ass all day.” 

“Hey J, works been crazy, but I'm here now” I very clearly had an exhausted frown on my face, but JJ could care less. He made his way to me and placed his hands on my waist. I know what tonight holds but I don’t know how to tell him no. “J, come on let’s go lay down or something” he didn’t let up though. :Come on baby, I really miss this pretty mouth” one hand reached for my face as his thumb rubbed my bottom lip. “JJ, come on we can just hang out or something. Your drunk” the anger rose in JJ’s demeanor but I can tell he’s still trying to convince me. 

“Y/n come on, just 10 minutes tops. I really need you” I gave in and nodded. All i have to do is give him head. Then maybe we can just go to bed. He’s trying to distract himself I know that. It’s the least I can do for him. I tried convincing myself that this was okay and that I wanted to do this but I just wanted to cuddle him for once. 

He kissed me quickly and I dropped to my knees. Okay Y/n just get this over with he’ll pass out, and you can sleep\on his chest again and pretend he wanted you in his arms. I hesitantly undid his shorts and pulled his underwear down with them. His hands went to my hair and directed my head onto him. As he directed my head up and down on him, the realization hit me. This is all I am to him, he’s using me as a distraction instead of something to help heal him. Tears ran down my face and I couldn’t tell if it was because he picked up his pace and was choking me or if the fact this is all I am to him. 

He groaned when I hummed around him hoping this will end faster. After a while though it was too much to handle, with my emotions going crazy I just needed a second. I pushed back on his thighs but he didn’t let up. So I pulled my head out of his grip as hard as I could and he finally caught the hint. “Y/n what the fu-” I didn’t stick around for his scream. “Sorry J, I can’t do this. I’m trying to be here for you and what you need, but I can’t be that tonight.” He was pulling up his pants now. “Before you speak I'm gonna say what I gotta say, I love you J, and I know that life sucks right now and I know that there's nothing I can do to bring John B back but that doesn't mean you can use me. I just wanted a hug from my boyfriend. I needed you tonight and you pushed me aside for your personal pleasure. I wanted to be here for you no matter what but I feel used and really gross right now so I’m gonna head home. I’ll have Pope check up on you.” 

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It’s been a couple days since I talked to JJ but I've been checking up on him through Pope. School actually starts today and I know I have first hour with him, I'm not sure if I'm ready to see him. I might be overreacting but I really felt trapped. I know JJ and he wouldn’t intently hurt me, but drunk, high and broken JJ was a different story. 

He’s tried calling me and even came banging on my window but my whole body wouldn’t give. It was like I was paralyzed as he hit my window repeatedly and even a few sobs. It broke me to listen to him cry, but I couldn’t find it in me to fix him anymore. At least for right now. 

I made myself look like I was okay, full face of makeup, my clothes consisting of a white pleated skirt, an open Hawaiian shirt with a black body suit under it, and black & white adidas superstars. My hair was in its naturally curly state with some product in it to define my curls more. 

Taking one final look in the mirror I took a picture and posted it on my story ‘last first day...<3′ 

It’s time to face JJ Maybank and the pogues minus 2...

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Caught - JJ Maybanks

Request: “Ahhh jj request, reader and jj smut where reader is john b’s younger sister and her and jj are secret fuck buddies and they were doing it and sarah or john b or someone walked in at the end and they go caught 🤭”

Word Count: 1336

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A/N: This is smut so if that makes you comfortable please skip it. I’ve been trying to get caught up on my request so I hope you like it!

JJ knew what he was thinking was wrong. She was his best friends’ little sister. He’d known her since she was a little girl, shy and timid. He’s watched her blossom into this beautiful young woman. Some one who is caring and kind but is strong and independent. It was one thing to be her first kiss, that was innocent but what he was doing now was no where near innocent.

So, what led them to this point, sneaking glances at each other and stolen kisses. He would sneak over when John B was at work, and she would come out to the couch when he spent the night. It started as just hooking up, but she fell fast. It was more for her at first and then slowly JJ realized how he felt for her when he saw her with someone else. It was that pit of jealousy, that moment of anger that he realized he loved this girl more than just a hook up.

 “Maybe we should just tell them.” Y/N got out between breathes. “No not yet, John B is going to kill me, and I’ve got more things I wanna try with you.” the blonde spoke releasing his lips from her neck. She whined at the loss of contact nudging her nose against his jaw, wanting to feel connected again. He continued his assault on her neck pulling at the hem of her shirt. She took the hint and let him rid of her of the clothing. “god, you’re so perfect” he spoke causing her to blush. No matter how many times JJ saw her naked, it still caused her to feel exposed.

 JJ knew how shy she was, and always took the time to make her feel good, as he slowly placed kisses on her shoulders, then her collarbone, and around her breast before slipping one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive nub and she let out a soft moan. “JJ, please, I want more.” She spoke barely above a whisper, and he smirked, “patience love” giving her other breast the same attention.

 When he was satisfied, he slowly let his hands trace down the rest of her body, tickling her sides a little. He smiled at the giggle she let out, even in their most intimate moments, he would still try to make her laugh. The same laugh he fell in love. She jerked her hips forwards when his fingers ran through her wet folds. “Who made you like this Y/N?” He asked looking her in the eyes, collected some of the wetness and rubbing her clit lightly. “Yo-you, JJ. You make me this wet.” She spoke being lost in intense pleasure.

 JJ started to slowly kiss down her body, leaving sloppy marks in different spots, murmuring to himself about how beautiful she was. Her thighs were clenched together, trying to gain some kind of friction, and he pulled them apart. “Eyes on me pretty girl.” he whispered slowly licking up the arousal on her thighs. She locked eyes with his blue ones, and she could have came form the sight alone. He slowly licked up her folds, wrapping his lips around her clit giving it a little suck. “Holy fuck JJ.” He continued his assault on her throbbing heat, switching between long licks, then fast kitten ones. Every squirm and moan edging him to go faster, do better. Slowly he entered two fingers in her heat, and she flinched. “Shh-shh-shh. It’s okay I just want to stretch you out a bit” He spoke, lips not leaving her drenched pussy. “please, I’m close.” She whispered, not trusting her own voice. His finger started slow, then he started to pick up the pace. He wanted her to enjoy every moment of this, dragging out her impending orgasm. Once he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers, he curled them upwards, hitting her g-spot and she let out a scream. “Oh god JJ, please let me cum, I wan-want to cum” She babbled out, holding it for as long as she could. “Go on love, remember eyes on me. I wanna watch you come undone.” He spoke, making his fingers go faster, watching her orgasm was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen. Watching as her chest heaved up and down, trying to get back to some sort of reality.

 Once he knew she was done he slowly kissed back up her body before kissing her lips. She could taste herself on him. Y/N always thought it was a taste she wouldn’t like but, she couldn’t get enough when it was JJ. “Are you ready for another one?” He asked, never wanting to push her too far. “yes, please JJ. I want you.” She spoke between kiss and he could feel his hard cock on her thigh through his boxer.

 That was the only confirmation JJ needed to pull the rest of his clothes off and slipped a condom on before lining himself up. He could sense the nervousness coming off her, “are you sure?” he asked. Y/N looked over at the clock, the had about an hour before John B got home from work. “Yeah, I’m sure.” She spoke before kissing him while he pushed into her, both sighing at the feeling. It always felt amazing and nether knew if they would ever get use to it. JJ groaned into her neck awaiting her approval to move. Y/N waited a few more seconds, before pulling him closer to her, “okay you can move.” JJ’s pace always started out slow, as if he was scared to her hurt. They were slow but determined, hitting the right spot every time.

 Y/N let out another moan, scratching at his back silently telling him to go faster. “holy shit Y/N, this is amazing.” JJ spoke kissing her neck. A sudden bit of confidence came through her and wanted to take control. “JJ can I be on top?” She asked blushing a bit. JJ didn’t want to lose too much control but knew it wasn’t easy for her to be so open. “Of course, my love,” he spoke before pulling out and she winced at the emptiness. JJ fixed the pillows on her bed so he could get comfortable and then helped her straddle his lap. “Have you ever been on top before?” JJ wasn’t oblivious to the fact she wasn’t a virgin, but he still didn’t know what she had and hadn’t done. “Uh no, maybe this was a bad idea.” She started to stammer before he cut her off with a kiss. “No, it’ll feel good, I’ll help you.” He reassured her and then lined himself up again letting her sink down on him. Y/N let out a moan that would have made a porn star jealous, JJ hitting spots in her he’d never had before.

 JJ pushed some of the hair out of her face cupping it in his hands, sending her a soft smile to make sure she was feeling comfortable. She nodded and he helped her start bouncing on his cock. JJ couldn’t lie this position did feel amazing. He sat up a bit wanting her as close as possible. He could feel his orgasm coming, so he started to meet he thrust. He took one of her nipples in her mouth again and she cried out at the pleasure. “I’m almost there baby.” She spoke between thrust, her head falling back. He grunted, “me too, cum for me darling.” He spoke his hand reaching down to rub circles on her clit again. Her second orgasm came hard, clenching her eyes shut, shouting his name.

 JJ was just about to finished when both of you got startled by the banging on her bedroom door. “I swear to god, Jacob James Maybanks, that best not be my little sister in there.” The two of the froze, looking at each other and Y/N looked at the clock. “Well, he’s home early.”

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YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

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A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Blues

Character: Poe Dameron

Pairing: Poe Dameron x RebelFem!Reader

Inspired by: I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues / Elton John

Warnings: Insecurities. Fluff. Post!the last Jedi! Mentions of fear.

Author’s Note: Hello! Hello! I'm free from college for the next two weeks. It's like a winter vacation. How are you doing?

This is one of the first fict that I write with Poe after saw the Rise of Skywalker. And the inspiration went through with my beloved Elton John.

So, in the end, I hope you like it so so much and thanks for all the replies. Always are appreciated!!! XOXO

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- When you are sure of what you want - I take my hands, at the same time that he took one to his lips and left a soft kiss on it - and if what you want is with me, look for me that I will always be waiting for you.

I stayed with the words in her mouth as she watched him leave with BB-8 by her side. Among all those orange-clad pilots, his brown jacket stood out like a flare.

With so few words he had made my world rock.

I fought the urge to run over to his x-wing and hold him back from leaving. To tell him that I had always been sure of how I felt next to him and that I wanted this as much as he did. But the memory still haunted me.

I felt like an idiot. I was letting him go without even knowing if I would see him again.

I turned around as soon as I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder and General Organa was watching me with a hint of that great wisdom that she possessed. I blinked trying to keep the tears from escaping my eyes but it was impossible. The attentive and sweet look of her ended up breaking down that wall that Poe began to destroy.

A single tear fell down my cheek and she wiped it away with a gentle caress.

- Do not cry honey. What are you afraid of?

- To the past, General - she murmured while taking a deep breath, feeling that pure air invading my lungs accompanied by a sensation of lightness that I had never felt before.

- Just that?

- I'm afraid of him -I look up and I find those brown eyes that do nothing but watch in silence as another of her rebels falls apart because of the ghosts of her past - I'm afraid of what he makes me feel.

- I understand you, I've been through the same thing. And it was even more complicated knowing who he was.

- Are you saying for General Solo?

She nodded giving me a sad smile. We all knew how that ended and we also knew how much she missed him. She spoke of it as if it were an experience from which she learned a lot but for me, who saw her from the outside, it seemed to me that she was only trying to hide her true pain.

- I'll tell you what: Han was always persevering and never gave me room to doubt what I felt. And he he realized how he felt before I did - The noises of the engines began to sound around us indicating that the time to leave was near. Some ships were taking off and others were waiting for clearance to do so - he hardly ever gave me same space to think about it . Not because I didn't want him to, but because he was always there for me.

I nodded and wiped away the tears that were beginning to fall. A lump formed in my throat and a tug of courage encouraged me to turn and look for his ship in the crowd.

He was gone.

- Poe is different, very different from Han. He is giving you the space you need even though I know it costs him and it hurts a lot to do so.

- I don't want him to regret this - I let out a sob as I feel Leia's arms surround me and wrap me in a warm hug that I'm afraid I'll end up getting used to - I don't want to make him suffer.

- Nala ...

- I'm broken, general - I murmured against her shoulder and I pulled me away as soon as I felt something inside me break. As if the chains that bound me inside begin to cut, causing more pain in every place they touch - What could he want from me?

- My girl... Do you think my best pilot doesn't see who you really are?

I did not know what to respond to that. I shook my head at the same time that I wanted to feel again the tranquility that invades me every time he is around me.

- Let me tell you something - Leia started walking in front of her as she begged me to follow her. We began to walk between the different freighters and ships that were invading the hangar, barely listening to the murmurs around us and letting the silence accompany us - Poe fell in love with you from the first moment he saw you, just like you fell in love with him. And nobody has doubts about that, not even C3PO who hardly understands about it.

I looked back at the track and wanted to change the last minutes, where he was still in front of me, where I could cloud my judgment and let myself be carried away by what I felt.

- There is something beautiful when his gazes meet; It is as if they were made for each other, as if they were destined to meet - I smiled at Leia's beautiful words and remembered the first time I observed Poe without anyone noticing: I was talking to Finn and I had been in charge of observing every detail of him and memorize it so that even if I didn't see him for a long time, his image would be etched in my head.

I remember my first thought had been about how attractive he looked in the pilot's suit, but at the same time I was overwhelmed by the confidence he gave off.

It was not for nothing that he was General Organa's preferred pilot.

- Don't deny my boy the opportunity to make him happy and to make you happy.

I nod as a chill ran through me. She laughed up and down and looked back toward the horizon, where some of the ships were preparing to enter hyperspace. I closed my eyes for a minute, hoping the force would help me and he would know, wherever he was, that I would be waiting for him.

- Thank you General.

- Call me Leia, darling - He embraces me again at the same time that he decides a warm smile and points with his head to something behind me.

- I wish he hadn't left. He didn't say goodbye - The melancholy in my voice caused a sob to catch in my throat, but I held myself back from crying.

- I don't like goodbyes - I stayed still as soon as I heard that voice. His voice. Tears flooded my eyes and I refused to turn around for fear that my mind was playing tricks on me and it was an illusion of my subconscious - And I know neither you. That's why I don't say goodbye.

Take a deep breath as Leia nods her head and leaves, accompanied by two more pilots.

- The general did not authorize me to take off - Those mixed feelings invaded me again and I wanted to run, hide and lose myself from all that, but at the same time I wanted to run into her arms, to that security that would keep me safe from whatever I faced. She wanted to feel his warmth, his heartbeat and whatever was coming from him.

- And did you just listen to him? 

- I don't want her to hit me again - I notice a hint of laughter in his voice followed by a sigh

- Nala...

- I want to be with you - I barely let out in a voice so low that I can barely hear myself, but his silence confirms that he heard me too - But you have to help me.

- And I want everything that comes from you, that includes your fears and insecurities. I want everything with you, little one - I let out a sob at the same time that I feel his steps and his hands settle on my waist, feeling a slight pressure of his lips on my hair - I want you with me. Do you understand?

- Don't make me get used to you to have to leave later, will you? - His laugh invaded that space between them and it seemed to me the most beautiful sound in the world. Sounds cheesy, I know. 

I shorten the distance, still without turning around and I lean against his body, feeling his hands reach the front of my body, pressing me a little more against him - I'm sorry, but that's part of the package.

- And what else does the package include? - It stung him at the same time that he turned his head and I see him laugh, while the evening light illuminates his face.

- It includes a droid that more than that looks like a pet and a man in love who will always be aware of you. Plus cheesy goodbyes and interesting nights.

- Poe ...

We both fell silent and I could hear his heartbeat speed up to catch up with mine.

- What do you want from me, Nala?

- Everything.

-Then we are the same - In a second he takes my arm and turns me, pressing his lips against mine and the single idea that had formed in my head about it disappears as it does not have the slightest comparison to my imagination.

I press myself even more against him and my hands go up, as if they had a life of their own, up to his hair, burying my fingers and pulling him even closer. 

Between the delicacy and warmth of his kiss and the effusiveness of his movements, I begin to feel a slight dizziness that does nothing more than hold me by his neck at the same time that I walk away, taking a deep breath and feeling myself in a kind of cloud that I don't know from. I want to go down. A smile fills the face of that beautiful pilot and he leans his forehead against mine.

- Why did you walk away? 

His voice breathy from his and a little deeper than normal sent a chill through me from head to toe.

- I got dizzy- I was sincere and she responded by pushing me against one of the hangar walls and pressing his lips with mine again. I was afraid that it would become addictive, but it made me unavoidable to think about not living without it. I let myself be carried away, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, the beating of his heart and that passion that he transmitted to me, making me want even more of him. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him, breaking our contact. 

- Put on the brake, Dameron. We are in the middle of a hangar.

- And what does that have to do with it?

- You have an image to take care of, Commander - I murmured the last word in his ear and a growl came from his lips. I let out a laugh at the same time that I hugged him - I only pretend that they continue to respect you, I want to take care of you.

- And I to you, little one - I hug a little tighter and he got rid of our hug at the same time that we heard some beep coming from his ship. BB-8 "screamed" in its own way that they should go. Unfortunately, a squad was waiting for their leader. - I have to go.

-I know- I stood on tiptoe and placed a soft kiss on his lips, I pulled away and gave him another on the cheek. Color began to invade his cheeks and I considered that as the most adorable thing in the universe -Come back.

- I'll be back in a couple of hours, maybe tomorrow but you have a date with me as soon as I touch down. Is it clear?

- To order commander - I made a typical sign of the land army and he laughed as he began to walk away. 

He stopped for a moment and made his way back to me, taking off the chain around his neck. He placed it around my neck and that simple ring seemed to weigh as if it had tons of neutron stars on it.He knew what that meant and he was fine with it.

- I want you to have it as a promise - I take my hands and leave a kiss on them like a few moments ago - That you think of me, and that this is my guarantee to return home.

- And you think of me, but it's not fair - he joked at the same time that he starts to walk away.

- I have always thought of you, little one. Have no doubt about that.

I smile at the same time that I put the ring inside my clothes and it is almost at the level of my heart. I wave at him and the ship takes off heading into space and disappearing in a second.

[its-deputy-caleb]

would u possibly do some NSFW morbell? where they're up in colter ( i loved ur original morbell post on them ) pls do more as i love ur blog 💛

this is an absolute mess oml i literally have no idea how to write anything smutty but here we go i guess. I love this pair but i kinda went off topic and centred this on a praise kink for micah. ANYWAY this is probably terrible since i'm melting, its literally 40 degrees and the aircon is broken so its unedited af and i wont look at it again until i have a cold drink. but pls enjoy some morbell <333

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‘Cold up in Colter’

Fuck, what a mess Blackwater had been. The Pinkertons were on them faster than ever and they found themselves fleeing from a blood bath.

That was almost three days ago and Micah hadn’t had an ounce of sleep. He’d been sent out with John to scout ahead, having found a homestead which ended up burning at the hand of O’Driscoll’s. Okay maybe house burning down was his fault but he tends to make stupid decisions when he’s had little to know sleep. And it was so fucking cold.

That didn’t stop heat rising to his face when he felt Arthur’s hands on his shoulder, pushing him back with a roughness he could only wish for in another way. Damn Arthur Morgan and his ability to have Micah curling in on himself and blushing like a virgin at the mere thought of a hand on his shoulder.

He should hate Arthur, really the two are nothing more than rivals, competing for the spot of Dutch Van Der Linde’s right hand. At the beginning, almost six months ago now, Micah couldn’t stand the sight of the man but somehow that anger tapered off into something more akin to admiration and that admiration slowly turned to desire.

He’ll never admit to how badly he wants Arthur but he won’t deny however that he’s pushed the man’s buttons more than once just to have an interaction with him. All he had to do start a silly argument over camp earnings or a bet at five finger fillet to have the man shaking him by the collar and threatening to break his nose.

It almost always ended with Micah sneaking off into the woods with half a bottle of whiskey and his pants bunched around his ankles as he thought of the way Arthur roughed him up by his shirt collar. Fuck he was pathetic sometimes.

There were other occasions where the two had actually managed to get along and that’s what pissed Micah off more than any threats of violence. Arthur just had to go and bring him a beer as he grabbed one for himself, letting their fingers touch accidentally. Or he went and offered him a seat by the fireplace where they ended up much to close for his comfort. Damn Arthur for always leaving him short of breath with a hole in his heart.

Despite what Micah did to impress Dutch, Arthur was still the camp’s favourite by a mile and he never failed to outcompete him in the eyes of the gang. Micah never minded much, not looking for anyone’s approval, but the thought of proving himself to Arthur, of being worthy of his praise is enough to have his wild side reined in.

Naturally that didn’t stop Micah from losing it from time to time and wasn’t surprised when his jealousy shot up again as Miss Grimshaw announced Arthur got his own cabin while he shared with the rest of the fellers. And he’d be damned if he had to share a room with Williamson who didn’t stop snoring.

That’s why he found himself huddled in the makeshift stables, choosing instead to wrap himself in his coat and down a bottle of whiskey to wait the night out. He cold planks he was sitting on offered little comfort and the draft in the room had his lip shaking. But at least he wouldn’t have anyone in his hair and he’d be left alone, just the way he liked it.

Of course that didn’t last long when the cranky wooden door was barged open, spooking some of the horses in the opposite end of the room. A broad figure entered the room, blocking most of the door way but that didn’t stop to whoosh of cold air flood into the room, draining even more colour from his face.

It wasn’t until the door was closed and the man stepped closer when he realised it was Arthur.

“Micah? What the hell are you doing in here?”

Arthur sounded surprised, with only a hint of concern in his voice.

“Sleepin’— what the hell ya doing here Morgan?”

There wasn’t much of a response from Arthur, only a quiet noise which was barely heard over the whistle of the wind between the planks. He walked over to the horses, checking over them and ensuring none of them were freezing to death. Micah watched in silence, scared to disturb the man as he patted along Taima’s neck.

It wasn’t until after Arthur had checked over all the horses did he turn his attention to Micah.

Micah watched as Arthur’s gloved hand extended out and offered itself to him, he hesitated before taking before taking it and being pulled to his feet. Arthur’s hand draped over his shoulder which he didn’t realise had shaking in an effort to keep warm, having drunk the remaining whiskey from the bottle.

“Common now, yer gonna freeze in here alone.”

Micah dug his heels into the ground, not allowing Arthur to pull him any further to the door as he tried to hold his voice steady. He’d be damned if he ever let Arthur know just how much he affected him.

“I ain’t sharing a bunk with Williams—“

Arthur tutted, pulling Micah out the door as he pushed him towards his cabin in the snow storm.

“Quit yer yapping, you’re sharing with me and I ain’t having any more folk die tonight. Now let’s go.”

Arthur didn’t utter another word until they were well and truely in his room, wrapped in a blanket that was barely big enough for the two of them. The bed wasn’t much bigger, having been made for one person which was evident by Arthur pressing against Micah’s back in efforts for them to fit. The only thing that kept them apart was the fabric of their jackets, otherwise Arthur would probably hear Micah’s heartbeat which was beating much to fast for his liking.

The uncomfortable silence was broken when Micah cursed under his breath which caused his teeth to chatter and Arthur spoke up.

“Yer still cold, c'mere”

Micah’s breath fell short as Arthur’s hands slid under his coat, resting his hands on his tummy to use his body heat as a source of warmth. In doing so Arthur had moved even closer, ensuring Micah’s back was flush against his chest.

Despite that Micah wanted to protest, to go straight to his default of arguing he couldn’t help but feel as he began to warm up and he slowly relaxed under his hands.

A blush rose high on his cheeks as Arthur also relaxed into their embrace, accidentally letting his hands drift lower until he felt the hard press of Micah’s straining erection against his knuckle.

Micah instantly sucked in a breath, panicking and trying to push his way out of Arthur’s hold.

“Shit Arthur I—“

Micah froze as Arthur gently pulled him back to the bed and rubbed slow circles along his stomach.

“S’alright Micah, I’m not mad…”

Arthur held him close, letting him relax before talking again before he whispered right into the shell of his ear.

“…This what you want? Is this why you’re always staring at me from across camp, why yer always picking fights and asking me to robberies?”

A high pitched noise left Micah as he shivered, feeling Arthur’s hot breath against his ear. His blush deepened as he pushed back slightly into him, whimpering at the feel of Arthur’s own erection pressed against his ass.

Fuck it, he thought as heat pooled in his abdomen and he finally allowed himself to have the one thing he’d been craving for months. He nodded frantically, grinding back onto Arthur’s clothed dick and squirming in his grip.

“Relax boy, gonna give you everything you’ve been waiting for— just be good and you’ll get it”

Micah nodded in agreement, a needy, desperate sound leaving him at the promise of praise. He wanted, no needed to be praised by the man so badly that he’d do anything for an ounce of it from the man.

“Oh god Arthur! I need it, need you. Fuck I can be good I promise.”

He knew he was probably being too loud but apart of him didn’t have it in him to care. He moaned softly as Arthur moved him to roll onto his back, towering over him but ensuring they were still kept under the blanket.

Arthur spent the next ten minutes undressing him without exposing much of his skin to the cold. He unbuttoned the lower buttons of his leather jacket, enough for Arthur to work his fly down and pull one pant leg off. He whined pitifully, grabbing at the lapels of Arthur’s coat in a silent plea for him to undress him properly.

Micah mentally scolded himself at just how desperate he was for Arthur to rip his clothes off and fuck him like a bitch in heat but he knew that wasn’t happening any time soon. Arthur however caught on pretty quickly to what he wanted, it seemed the man knew just what made him tick.

“I know sweetheart, once we’re well and truly outta here I’ll get us a room and we can do this properly.”

Micah’s eyes beamed at the thought of Arthur taking him to a hotel in the future, panting as his mind raced with images of Morgan making him fall apart on his cock for hours on end.

While Micah was busy in his mind, Arthur took the opportunity to retrieve the gun oil from his satchel. It certainly wasn’t the best option but it was their only choice with their limited supplies.

Arthur draped himself back over Micah’s body, kissing at his jaw and nibbling as he coated his fingers. The air was cold, only making the oil feel colder as he slowly dipped his index finger past Micah’s rim.

A devilish grin came to Arthur’s face as he heard Micah sigh and take his finger easily, deciding to work his way up to two sooner than he was expecting.

“You’ve wanted this for a long time haven’t you? I saw you once, bout a week ago. Head down, ass up with three of yer fingers inside you while you cried out for me to fuck you. It all clicked in my head then when you started acting different around me at camp.”

Micah flushed a deep red, coughing on air as he realised Arthur knew about his little crush. He tried to think of an excuse, to weasel his way out of it but his thoughts died in his head when Arthur twisted his fingers, scissoring and stretching him open before adding a third.

Arthur dragged a lip along Micah’s cheek to his lip, ghosting his lips over his before kissing him properly. This time Micah didn’t even try to fight for dominance, opening his mouth instantly for Arthur’s tongue to enter. Instead he sighed into it, pulling his legs to wrap around his waist as his hands wrapped around his lover’s shoulder.

It went on like that until Arthur was satisfied that Micah was well prepped enough, simultaneously rubbing against Micah’s prostate while he kissed him deeply. He only pulled away to pull his own leaking member out, bunching his pants around his thighs so he had enough room to move but could stay warm. He coated the rest of the oil onto his member, jerking slowly as he stared down at the sight of Micah below him.

Micah looked like an absolute mess against the pillows already, his face was flush and the scarf around his head had unwrapped slightly, revealing his disheveled blond hair. His chest was heaving as he panted and his thighs shook from pleasure as the weakly wrapped around his waist.

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart”

To say that Micah hated the pet name was a lie, one that he didn’t try deny as he moaned softly. His back arched and he gripped Arthur’s coat tightly as he felt his cock slide between his cheeks and over his hole. He’s wanted this for so long now and yet somehow it still didn’t quite feel real as his mind was clouded with arousal.

Micah’s toes curled and he moaned when he felt Arthur push into him, slowly inching forward until he felt him bottom out.

“Ah— ah! Oh Arthur fuck! Please fuck me, I’ll be good I swear.”

Micah practically sobbed with pleasure as Arthur set up a fast pace, pulling almost all the way out till just the tip was left inside his tight hole before pushing back in quickly, brushing his prostate in the process. His cock twitched from where it rested against his tummy, pinned between Arthur’s jacket which caused a string of moans to fall from his mouth.

“Look at you, so good for me— fucking perfect Micah. Such a good boy”

Arthur’s hands came to hold onto Micah’s hips for leverage, pulling on his slight muffin top under the jacket to help pull him back to meet his thrusts. Beneath him he heard Micah whine and whimper at the praise so desperately needed to hear.

Micah bought a finger up to his mouth, biting on his knuckle to silence any more noises he deemed to be pathetic from slipping out of him. He hated how close he already was just from being praised by Arthur.

It seemed Arthur wasn’t having any of it when he pulled his finger away from his mouth before kissing him like he had done not that long ago. He swallowed every one of Micah’s noises, mindful of Dutch sleeping next door and slowing his thrusts to something deeper and slower.

His hands roamed all over Micah’s clothed body, breaking away for air and whispering praises down his ear.

“That’s it, make those pretty noises for me sweetheart.”

Micah eye’s rolled into his head as he cried out.

“You’re mine, all for me— my good boy.”

More moans slipped from his lips.

“Atta boy— taking me so well, so good.”

His back arched and he withered in his embrace

“So eager to please aren’t you? I’ll take care of you now boy.”

“—Arthur! I’m close— Ah, I’m gonna—“

“Go on sweetheart cum for me…that’s it good boy.”

Micah’s whole body when rigid as he finally came. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as his orgasm dragged out with each thrust Arthur delivered, eager to chase his own.

He collapsed into the pillow, thighs shaking as he whined at the oversensitivity. It didn’t last long before Arthur’s thrusts changed pace to something more erratic, picking up the pace as he spilled his load inside him.

Arthur groaned into his neck, pulling him close and collapsing into him as he regained his breath.

He pulled out slowly with a wet and obscene pop, sitting up and helping Micah put his clothes back on. Micah only weakly managed to fiddle with the button on his jacket while Arthur gently manhandled his jelly-like limbs to fit back into his pant leg. He used the blanket to wipe the cum off his tummy, a weak attempt at cleaning up and something they would both no doubt regret come tomorrow morning but for now they were keen to sleep after such a horrific and chaotic few days.

Arthur pulled Micah into their original position for the night, the only difference being that his face was now tucked into his chest. Arthur rested his chin of Micah’s head, littering his hair with kisses as he played with his hair between his rough fingers.

Micah was the first to fall asleep, curled up with his forehead against Arthur’s collarbone. Arthur wasn’t far behind him either, finally letting himself get some much needed rest but not before he pressed a soft kiss to his hairline.

[topazy]

The Fierce And Broken

2.07

Masterlist

“She’s going to break your heart.” You shoved Murphy playfully, as he continued to tease you. “I’m telling you, this could be the thing that pushes you over the edge.”

“The only thing that will push me over the edge is you John,” you quipped back.

“Raven hates me.”

You couldn’t argue with him. “Well...she has her reasons, but I’ll work on it.”Murphy let out a snorting sound. “Just give it some time, I at least want you to be civil.”

“You know you’d rather spend your time getting into trouble with me, than being bossed around by Jackson all day.”

You chuckled at his comment. Murphy was right, you had now become Jackson’s go to girl which didn’t bother you so much, but knowing you’d need to spend so much time with Abby was another issue.

“I’m never bored,” you shrugged.

A few hours prior you were surprised to see Major Byrne being brought into medical care because he had been punched in the face, but what surprised you more was finding out it was Raven that had hit him.

“Life down here is never going to be boring.”

He had a point. Lexa wanted Finn, and the grounders could attack at any moment. The mountain men still had the rest of your people, and Lincoln still had to be handcuffed like a criminal in case he turned back into a reaper. The chanting of ‘Jus drein jus daun! Jus drein jus daun!’ Seemed to be getting louder as well.

“One life for all of us...”

You stared at your friend wide-eyed. “John,” you said in a hushed whisper. “We can’t have this conversation.”

So much for getting Raven to like him.

“I know you are thinking the same as me Alba, you're just too afraid to admit it.” You pouted at his comment. “Does she make you happy?”

“She does,” Murphy tutted, causing you to smile. “What’s wrong with that?”

You knew from the mischievous look on his face, Murphy was still teasing you. “Nothing makes you happier than being back home in the ark.”

“Whatever,” you shook your head when you noticed Jackson waving you over. “I need to go, I’ll catch up with you later.”

—

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked confused.

Raven looked furious as she walked besides Bellamy towards the ark station. She paused briefly to link her hand with yours, taking the hint you walked beside her.

Raven scoffed, “Jaha and Kane are back.”

Oh, this wasn’t going to be good.

“They are having some bullshit meeting that none of us can attend.” Raven continued ranting until you reached the door to the council meeting room. “Can anybody hear anything?”

You and Bellamy both shook your heads. Bellamy gave you a small smile when he noticed you and Raven holding hands. You’d never talked about how open you’d be about your relationship, but right now Raven needed you and that’s all that mattered.

You jumped back slightly when Abby opened the door. She looked just as taken aback to see three faces staring at her. Raven was quick to say what everyone was thinking, “What’s happening?”

“You were in there a long time,” Bellamy added.

Abby looked as if she was thinking up a new lie to tell. “There was a lot to talk about.”

“Well, what’s going on?” Raven asked, the irritation in her voice becoming more obvious.

“There was a lot to talk about.”

You frowned at the doctor repeating herself. She wasn’t prepared to give any of you real information. “We aren’t letting Lexa take him.”

Bellamy nodded in agreement. “Alba’s right, we are not turning him over to the Grounders.”

“If you give Finn over now the commander will know the power she has over us,” Abby glared at you as you continued to talk. “What happens when she wants somebody else to pay? What if it was Clarke’s blood she wanted?”

“Enough. Step aside now,” Abby said in a warning tone. “We’re all trying to find a way out of this.”

You stood in silence until all the council members were a good distance away. Bellamy let out a deep sigh, “they’re gonna give him up.”

Raven shook her head and began mumbling before walking towards the exit. “They can’t, we can’t turn on each other.”

You stayed back sensing Bellamy wanted to talk to you alone, and you were right. He leaned in closer to you, “do you still have your dad's gun?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep it close, I have a feeling we might need it.”

—

Gulping down you pushed the flaps to your tent open to see Raven rummaging around her bag for something.

“Fuck!” She hissed.

You moved fast to her side as she winced in pain. It’s fine she sighed, revealing the small drop of blood coming from her finger. “It’s just a paper cut.”

You held her gaze, “how are you holding up?”

“I’m not.”

At least she was honest. Raven was one of the strongest people you knew, and it was hard to watch her struggle. You sat down on the edge of the makeshift bed, and Raven did the same a few seconds later. “I just wish things were different, you know?”

You smiled softly, “things will work themselves out.”

You felt yourself melting into the touch of Raven’s hand as she brushed strands of hair behind your ear. Without warning her lips were pressed against your own. It was a soft and gentle kiss.

Leaning back you chuckled, “I almost forgot what I came to tell you. There’s plenty of bedrooms in the ark available now, we don’t need to stay out here in a tent anymore.”

“Is this just Jackson’s ploy to have you within shouting distance during the night?” She laughed.

“Most likely, but it will be so much more comfortable.” Standing up you noticed Raven’s finger still bleeding. “You sure you don’t want me to look at that? It’s maybe deeper than it looks.”

“It’s just blood they want.”

You kissed Raven on the crown of her head before adding another layer of clothing to your outfit. A longer top that would cover your waistline and hide your gun.

“Whatever happens Reyes, I’ll always have your back.”

“Likewise.”

—

Standing outside the drop ship you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Somehow you, Raven, and Bellamy had managed to sneak away without getting noticed, but you had a feeling that wouldn’t last long.

You had your gun at the ready hearing somebody entering the drop ship. You stood confused upon seeing who it was. “John?”

“Ooh, hey, hey, hey.” He held his hands up defensively.

“Murphy. What are you doing here?” Bellamy asked.

Murphy looked at you, as he shrugged. “I was invited.”

“I thought we could use an extra gun.” Raven turned to look out the doorway. “Finn should've been right behind you.”

“Don’t worry. The spacewalker is gonna be fine.” Murphy said before coming and standing beside you. “Why do you look so surprised to see me?”

“I didn’t know you were coming, that’s all.”

Murphy frowned. “I assumed I was only asked because you’d told me and Raven to play nice.”

“We’ve had bigger things to worry about, I’ve not said anything.”

Something in the way Raven was looking at Murphy made your stomach tighten into a knot. It wasn’t the normal friendly Raven Reyes smile you would get, she was sending him a death glare.

“I’m going to take a look outside.” As you reached the doorway you noticed Finn carrying Clarke. “Somebody find me a rag, or a cloth!”

You ran beside Finn to inspect the bleeding wound on Clarke’s head. Bellamy quickly moved to be beside her once Finn got her inside. “What happened?”

“A Grounder hit her on the head.” Finn’s voice broke as he spoke, you couldn’t imagine the guilt he must be feeling.

“Clarke, can you hear me? You're gonna be fine.” You pressed the rag to her wound, and felt relieved to see the bleeding was stopping. “You just need to rest for a bit, okay.”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Raven and Finn talking. It was odd to you that she didn’t seem overly concerned about Clarke. You couldn’t help but overhear their conversation. “Hey. It's just a bump on the head. Clarke’s gonna be ok. Are you? We'll figure this out.”

Finn shook his head. “That’s what she said. Right before I almost got her killed.”

—

After a little while Finn began pacing back and forth. “Still nothing?”

You shook your head. Finn groaned into his hands as Raven tried to reassure him. “Just give her a little time.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

Finn’s confession made you feel awkward, despite everything going on between you and Raven you still didn’t want to get involved in their past relationship in any way. You’d given anything to have Murphy or Bellamy beside you at the moment.

“I know. Truth is, things change. Maybe that's for the best.”

You hoped that was true. Raven’s ability to forgive, and show kindness to those that hurt her never failed to amaze you.

You focused on Clarke and tried your best to block out the ‘We’ll always be family’ exchange. It was a private moment for the two of them to share. You sighed with relief when Clarke opened her eyes, “take it easy when you sit up.”

“How’s the head?” Finn asked, just Murphy and Bellamy came back into view.

“Awesome,” the blonde mumbled.

Finn kneeled down beside her, “When you went down... I thought you were dead. Because of me.”

You stopped listening to the others talking when you noticed the worried look on Bellamy’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“We got company! Get out here. Get down. Grounders.”

You looked past his shoulder and saw multiple grounders. “We’re surrounded.”

—

“They’re not moving any closer, why?”

Bellamy gulped down before answering. “Staying out of range. Probably waiting until it's dark.”

“If we hit them now, at least we'd take them by surprise.” You didn’t like your friend's suggestion, but you knew Murphy had a point.

“We don't even know how many of them are out there,” Clarke said coldly.

Murphy shook his head before scoffing. “I’m not hearing any better ideas, Clarke.”

“We’ll give them something.”

The moment the words came from Raven mouth you instantly stepped closer to Murphy. “The only thing they want is Finn.”

“Finn wasn't the only one at the village.”

You now stood in-between Murphy and everybody else. “Don’t even think about it!” You seethed. How could she even be considering this? “Don’t take another step closer to him.”

Raven looked visibly hurt but still continued, “Enough Grounders saw him at the village. They’d believe he was the shooter.”

Murphy hissed from behind you, “sick bitch.”

Both Bellamy and Clarke tried to talk some sense into her, but she refused to listen. “They want a murderer, we'll give them one.” Raven raised her gun and pointed it in your direction. “Put your weapon down.”

Clarke tried again to talk her down. “Put it down, Raven. Like it or not, he's one of us.”

Brown eyes stared into yours, “Alba move out the way.”

“No, I’m not moving so you’d need to shoot me too.”

“Alba, just move!” Raven pleaded.

Your chest ached with a pain you hadn’t felt before. Raven meant a lot to you, but Murphy was your best friend. Her doing this to him felt like a betrayal. You also found it hard to believe she was still pointing the gun in your direction.

“Raven...this isn’t you. Just lower the gun.”

Finn snatched the gun from her hand. “Stop! Stop! We're not doing this. They’ve got us surrounded. The only thing we can do is stay. And defend this place.” He turned to face the rest of the group. “Murphy, go upstairs. Watch the rear. I'll take the lower level. You four, take the front gate. That’s the plan. All right?”

“I’m going with John.”

Once you reached the top of the drop-ship Murphy squeezed your shoulder. “Hey, are you alright?”

“It’s not me she wanted to hand over to grounders,” you shrugged. “I’m sorry John, I had no idea-”

“It’s not your fault Al, and as much as I hate her right now, I know she wouldn’t have hurt you.”

You said nothing. Deep down you knew Raven was acting out of love for Finn, he was her family. The only friend she had from the ark. What bothered you the most was that you understood why she did it. The impulse to protect the ones you love could cause you to do unthinkable things.

“I probably would have done the same for you,” you mumbled before looking out the window again. “Oh shit!”

“What?”

“Finn’s handing himself over to the grounders.”

—

You watched in disgust as grounders set up a post near the gates of camp. You jumped hearing a voice coming from beside you. “What is that?”

“They want us to watch.”

“We’re gonna get him.” Bellamy announced. “We’ll get in close and we'll hit them hard.”

You shared a knowing look with Clarke, both of you knew that was impossible. The only thing you could do was hope his death was quick.

Kane held onto Bellamy’s shoulder. “Son... there's thousands of them. Even if we could kill hundreds, they'd still wipe out this camp and your friend would still die.”

Clarke stood beside you, “I’m going to talk with the commander.”

“Don’t let him suffer,” you said quietly. “Try and convince her they don’t need to torture him.”

As Clarke explained her plan to the others Raven mumbled an apology to you before returning her attention to the blonde. “Give me your hand.” You watched Raven slide a small knife into her hand. “If she won't let him go, kill her. Things’ll go crazy, and we'll grab you and Finn. Clarke. You have to help him. I owe him my life.”

You silently linked Raven’s fingers with your own, and let her squeeze down tightly. She was afraid. No matter what happened before, and how angry you still were, she was going to need someone.

Minutes felt like hours as you waited for Clarke to emerge from the commander's tent and made her way towards Finn. She can’t save him. You felt Raven tense beside you. You chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for something to happen.

“I’m sorry Al, I’m so sorry.” Raven gasped under her breath as she shook.

You moved your grip to hold onto her tighter, “don’t be.”

Things were about to go from bad to worse real fast. No, no, no. When Clarke leaned in to kiss Finn you realised she was saying goodbye.

When the blonde stepped away from Finn his head fell down into his chest. He was dead. Clarke had killed him. Mercy kill.

You lowered yourself to hold Raven as she collapsed to the ground.

“No! No! No! No! No! No!”