#and now my hand wont stop bleeding

[mmaybanks]

mini skirts and mini heart attacks

pairing: bsf!jj x bsf!reader

warning(s): kissing, clothing insecurities (not necessarily body), suggestive-ish language, mentions of anxiety,

content: reader is nervous about her outfit before attending a kook event, but jj’s recklessness pushes him to do something about her complaints. wc: ≈ 1.2k

MADDY SPEAKS .ᐟ this may or may not be based on myself and the way i wont shut up about something annoying until i’m annoyed again😞 happens way too often im ngl

i wrote this in like.... 30 minutes, so, if its not great dm it i wanted to get more stuff out bc i have like 6 different fic ideas and nothing for the series i was gonna post... and my only posted fic is christmas so thats a lil awk for the rest of the year

“i’m not ready, i look silly.” you pouted to jj, who was watching you spin around in the mirror, overanalyzing every detail that he thought was completely perfect. “you look amazing, i promise. everyone there is gonna have their jaws on the floor the second you walk in.”

“you don’t think the skirt is too short?” he gave you a pointed look, but acted as if he was checking the skirt length. “y/n. you look perfect, and if anyone does have a problem with it, they can suck it.” he watched as you nibbled on your bottom lip, tearing the skin away into almost bleeding territory.

“stop that, you’re fine. and we don’t have to go, i’m sure sarah will understand you don’t feel like havin’ a panic attack right in front of the entire figure 8.” he noticed your eyes widen slightly at that, panic coming to him now. “no, y/n. the kooks won’t even pay us much mind, and if anything, no attention will be on ya, ’cause it’s all on me.”

you let out a small, breathy laugh, even a toothy smile, which made jj feel a bit less worried about you.

“y’know they’ll all be lookin’ at us both. oh my, what is that girl doing next to that pogue?! oh, her poor parents. i couldn’t imagine my kid ever—” you mocked the uptightness of the judgy kooks, ones you’ve probably met on multiple occasions and heard their conversations first-hand.

“y/n.” jj cut you off, trying to stop before you spiraled deeper into your worries. however, you were fully invested in this bit you created, not even remembering the reality of it.

“tarnishing the family name like that. i wouldn’t allow—”

you continued ranting, acutely aware of his attempts at getting your attention, even less aware of how his eyes drifted down to stare at your constantly moving lips. “n/n.” his attempt was futile, and he wasn’t sure he was trying hard enough anyway, his focus too far gone.

he stood from your bed, closing the distance between you. “it, i would have her sent off to rethink her choice in frien—”

then you stopped. not because he called your name, not because your mind went blank—though it did the moment after—but because jj’s lips were on yours, with a gentle grip on your wrist. his lips moved surprisingly gently, opposed to how the kiss began, with a bit of extra force to cut you off.

your breath hitched, all movements pausing by the unexpectedness of the situation. you think you kissed him back, but you couldn’t be sure, your brain hazy with shock.

your best friend, the guy you’ve had an unadmitted crush on for the last decade, just kissed you, and you aren’t even sure why he did, it wasn’t a tension-built moment, you were completely caught off guard.

you noticed he was starting to pull away, suddenly aware of what he did, but you were scared he regretted it rather than was worried for you. maybe your breath stank, maybe he was kissing you for some other reason you couldn’t think of, not just because he wanted to. before your anxiety-clouded mind could come up with a solution, he was gone.

you subconsciously licked your lips, missing the newfound taste of jj on them and the warmth that lingered just enough to make you want more.

when you focused back on jj’s face you couldn’t tell what he was feeling. his eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes were soft, almost teary. was he about to cry? his whole body seemed to be jittery, his leg was bouncing on the ground.

“sorry.” you squeaked out, and jj’s expression quickly changed to one you could recognize. shock, and maybe a hint of anger. there was an awkwardly long pause before he actually replied. “i just kissed you, and you’re the one apologizing?” you nod your head the slightest bit, thinking it over. obviously you were thinking it should just happen again, and neither of you apologize, but if an apology was needed, it wouldn’t be from you. “no?”

jj let out a defeated chuckle, taking a subtle step back. was he going to say something?

“you almost ready to go?” he was avoiding looking at you, that much you could tell, even if you hadn’t known him inside and out. “you not gonna say anything?”

he let out a deep sigh, dragging a hand down his face. he shook his head a little, as if he could shake off his nerves. “nah, i was jus’ shutting you up.” maybe if he looked at you he could’ve seen the way your heart dropped in your chest, but you weren’t even sure you fully believed him.

“mhm,” you hummed, stepping closer to him, the gap closing again. “and if i wanted you to shut me up again?”

his head shot up, wide eyes finding yours. “where’s this sudden confidence coming from?” you smiled as he pulled you by your waist to stand between his widely spaced legs, faces now inches apart. this is how you imagined you would kiss him, not a surprise attack.

“oh i dunno, just, some guy was just telling me how perfect and amazing i look.” jj cocked his jaw, a playful smirk rising his lips. “and he used the word amazing? what a nerd. a real man would call you beautiful.”

“shut up.” you giggled, anticipation for the kiss making a cold shiver run down your spine. “make me.”

“ew, you’re so corny.” you shook your head, but leaned back into him anyway.

the feeling of his lips on yours, being able to feel all of the soft, semi-chapped, warm skin on yours. he let out a content hum in the kiss, his tongue poking against your lips; prompting them open for him.

his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, it was a gentle clash of teeth and tongue, lips locked. he pulled a whine out of you that instantly made him want to be able to make you make noises whenever he wanted, an unexpected possessive feeling flowing through him.

your throat was burning from the lack of oxygen, but you didn’t want to stop. you only pulled away when you felt lightheaded, and not from pleasure. his lips chased yours slightly, a mindless leaning into you.

“you ready to go?” you mocked his earlier words, watching as his eyes opened into still semi-closed slits. “shut up.” he smiled against your lips, going in for another peck.

“seriously, are you ready? we kinda lost our extra time, we needed to leave like, 5 minutes ago.” he groaned, but got up from where he ended up sitting on the edge of your bed. “y’feel better about it at least?”

“eh, i know they’ll focus on you more, at least.” he grinned, previous energy coming back tenfold. “nah, those kooks are gonna eat you n’ your little skirt up.”

“think you can go one kook interaction without a fight?” jj laughed in response, grabbing your hand and tugging. “jj i’m serious.” he fake pouted, but reluctantly nodded. “i promise, as long as nobody says anything they shouldn’t, i won’t start a fight. i’ll hold back.”

before you could even get the beginning to your protest out, he continued. “i won’t start an unnecessary fight. if it’s needed, no promises, princess.” you sighed, but couldn’t fight the smile on your face. he was being honest, and his intentions are in the right places, so you couldn’t complain too much. “’kay, lets go.”

[candysparks]

Imagine Demon! Reader x Neglected! Wayne x Neglectful! Batfam

[This is the prologue for what might be a series. Also this does involve a Wayne Oc. This is NOT proof read, so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes I make] There is another part for this Imagine if you wanted to check that out as well! Just click [This]

[Warnings for Death, cult talk, blood sacrifices and all that jazz, child neglect, demon stuff]

So basically what I'm thinking of at the moment is Neglected! Wayne is Bruce's bio kid from some one off fling. He fools around and has a one night stand with this really pretty woman and she ends up pregnant, but doesn't tell him. Months go by and she's the proud mother of one healthy, rambunctious, baby who she lovingly names Percy.

But wait! Since she's a prominent business woman so she has to have a rival who wants her to fail. This rival won't get a name, but they use her pregnancy against her by claiming she's been sleeping around so her reputation takes a slight turn. This, of course, isn't enough to bring her reputation or her business down so the rival takes a step up.

They get in contact with some shady people who start messing up her business. Just some light vandalism to ward off people from working with her. One night they break into the building and smash some stuff, just to get her scared, but it ends up going so wrong.

You see, it was a long day at work and she was just swamped with paperwork so she had to stay late. Of course Percy, freshly aged 9, was working on some homework right next to her because he loves his mother and can't stand being part from her more than necessary.

[And when I say Percy loves her, I mean he admires her the most in the whole world. If anyone where to ask who his hero was he wouldn't say Batman, or Superman, and he might say Wonder Woman if he gave it some more thought, but to him? His first instinct would to say "My mom!" much to her delight.]

But now you might be thinking, where does Demon! Reader come into this whole thing? Well as it would turn out, one of the people who broke in was a paranoid person with a trigger happy finger, and the other was ragging cultist who was just looking for a reason to try out this new cursed tomb he got.

Percy decides he needs to get up and stretch, get his legs moving. It's like his mother always said 'Sitting in one spot for too long leads to a slumped mind, and a curved back' so it was better for him to get up and move his legs once in awhile.

But what's this? The paranoid robber happens to turn the corner just as Percy opens the door and BAM! Percy's mother, who was standing right behind him, falls to the floor and starts bleeding out. Percy freaks out and tries to put pressure on the wound, just like those books he liked to read said to do.

Her blood is everywhere, its all over his hands, his shirt, oh god it's all over him and it wont stop. The robber is also freaking out. He just shot this woman and her child was right there, he felt so so bad about it all.

And then the other one turns the corner and gets a good look at what's happening. So he pulls out his phone and makes a few calls before turning to his partner who was still freaking out, leaving Percy to hear his mothers final words before she goes limp.

The cultist decides 'Yo this is a great time to test out this blood sacrifice page in this wicked old tomb!' and knocks Percy out and drags away his mother. Of course he can't just leave Percy behind, no that would cause unwanted issues because Percy is now a witness, though the robbers forget about the security cameras entirely.

So they shove the two of them in their get away van and instead of driving back to their boss they end up at an unused warehouse. The cultist one gets right to work, drawing out this huge elaborate circle with the mothers blood. Of course he lights some candles, but to make it all the worse he uses drops of Percy's blood instead of his even thought it's what the book says not to do.

The circle glows red and out pops Demon! Reader. Of course this is also the moment Percy wakes up and is rightfully horrified to know he's bleeding from his hand, and Percy is a smart kid so he can put two and two together. He knows his blood was used along with his mothers. Tears are falling from his eyes now because he can't seem to wrap his mind around everything fast enough.

This gets Demon! Reader's attention and so they end up shoving past the two robbers and sits in front of Percy. Demon! Reader is simply fascinated with this crying child. It's not every day a demon sees a living child, especially one that's so full of life and is currently crying.

Doesn't help that Demon! Reader can feel the blood bond between them. Demon! Reader can't hurt Percy, even if they wanted to, due to the fact that the cultist used Percy's blood in the summoning. Just demon things, you know?

This of course, pissed the cultist off and so he starts shouting. Though the shouting and insults don't really bother Demon! Reader, they can tell it's bothering Percy. So they do what they always do and simply devours the cultist.

Buuut that freaks out the other robber so he tries to shoot at Demon! Reader but that obviously doesn't work. So Demon! Reader eats him too! Percy has long since passed out due to the shock of it all, so Demon! Reader changes into the form of a cat and snuggles right up to him.

Demon! Reader can tell they're going to enjoy being tied to this human child. They've already taken it upon themselves to raise them into a strong and healthy person.

[Just gonna flash forward real quick and list out some stuff that happens.]

Percy gets discovered all alone in the warehouse and sent to the cops cause he's covered in blood. Demon! Reader gets to go along because Percy refuses to let go of them and they're still in cat form. Blah blah Percy gets sent to an orphanage who doesn't really care about him but notices the cat that's stuck to him like glue and that his eyes are very similar to Bruce Wayne. They do a blood test and gets shocked that he is a Wayne and then they ship him off to the Wayne Manor.

Though at this point in time Bruce is too busy with mourning the loss of Jason to properly take care of, or even look at, Percy. Then Tim comes along and he get's too busy with bat stuff, and then so does everyone else. Dick doesn't pay attention to them either cause he's always in Blüdhaven and all that jazz. But that's okay cause Percy has Demon! Reader and Alfred to look after him.

Then comes Damian and it all goes to shit from there. Damian, being Damian, pulls a sword on Percy to try and fight him for the title of blood child or whatever. Percy gets cut, right along his left hand [his right hand is the one with a cut from the summoning] and starts to panic because he knows what Demon! Reader would want to do in revenge.

So Percy runs off to his room and does everything he can to keep Demon! Reader from flipping the fuck out and throwing hands with a literal child. But that only makes Damian think less of Percy, seeing him as a coward who only runs away instead of fighting back like a "true" Wayne.

Percy is at least 16 at this point, so he decides to throw caution to the wind and GTFO, much to Demon! Reader's delight. But what's this? Everyone is taking an interest in this forgotten Wayne and don't want him to go.

But who is this stray cat that keeps following him around the manor? And his weird/feral friend who constantly wears a red headband that has demon horns and has a bad habit of biting people? No, no, this simply won't do, Percy needs to make new friends, better friends.

Or better yet, forget the friends, Percy needs to stay with his "Family" and not run off into the big scary world all alone. Moving? Why would Percy move when he has a home at the Wayne Manor?

Cue Demon! Reader flipping their shit and trying to convince Percy to let them kill get rid off his annoying "family" so they can finally travel the world like they'd planned.

[And that's all I can think of at the moment. But just to clear up some stuff, Demon! Reader adores Percy like their own child. And due to Demon customs, Demon! Reader has taught Percy all about being a demon. From how to fight his battles with his own nails and teeth to even manors and habits of demon kind. In this AU Demons are very clingy and affectionate with their family, similar but also different dynamics compared to a wolf or a cat pack. The Strong protect the weak and all that jazz, and in Demon! Reader's eyes Percy is weak but has potential to be strong. So Demon! Reader mother cat's him, picking him up by his 'scruff' when they feel he's in danger, or that he's been away from them for too long.] [If you have any questions about this au, or if you wanna request some more lore/character stuff, my ask box is open!]

[silvermarley]

i know its a tad weird, but... do you think muzan would be ok with period sex? its technically free blood... and reader wont have cramps during it

You’re all good! I mean demon + free blood?? Sorry it’s super late 🙏🏻

Period Sex

Muzan x Reader

Warnings: blood obv, a bit rough?, cunnilingus, fem! body parts, minor degradation, established relationship, unprotected sex

WC: 2.1k

Demons have an unquenchable thirst for blood. They typically don’t care about their human victims, as they’re only a mere blood bank to them. The same is said about the infamous and overwhelmingly powerful king of all demons, Muzan Kibutsuji.

But, he has a unique situation that has taken hold of him for the past few days. You see, he’s not ignorant of the human body, but there’s something he didn’t know about. Mortal women bleed once a month, as their bodies ready themselves for eventual pregnancy.

Muzan’s situation is unique because of his lover. A human woman, one which he couldn’t kill. One that he found himself seeking out, and the person who makes his cold heart(s) beat. It was obvious that since he was a demon, he would seek out any blood he can get. You knew that. So when it was your time of the month, you would make up some excuse to be left alone for the duration of your period. That was your plan every month.

Eventually, the demon king saw the pattern in the times you would ask to be alone. It made his teeth clench just thinking about why that would be. You were a loyal partner, of course, but that fact didn’t come up in his mind when it would start to go over reasons as to why he had to go days, if not a week without you. Who would dare to impose on my relationship, he thought. You were his. He has the right to be with you everyday, so why? Why must you insist on taking.. vacations, as he called it, so often?

For the time away, you would suffer through your period. The cramps, bleeding, and aches.. all of it. Not only were you unsure of what Muzan would do if he knew about this, but you also didn’t want to bother him with your vulnerable and emotional side. In the end, he’s a man-eating demon. It had been long enough for you to understand that he wouldn’t dream of killing you, no matter how angry he felt. But just the thought of him knowing about your period was quite frightening.

Muzan isn’t a very patient man, unfortunately. He wanted to know why you kept leaving and distancing every time. Why you were keeping something from him.

You had your own room, and you didn’t really use it until the time came. You much preferred to spend your nights with him. But in this case, it wasn’t possible.

He knew where you went monthly, considering nothing in the infinity castle gets past him. And now, he was heading there in search for answers. As he got closer to the room, he caught the scent of blood. Your blood?

In a matter of seconds after his keen sense of smell caught that scent, he was sliding open the door to your room. You jumped upon seeing him, not know what to do now that he was here.

“Are you injured?” He asked after a pause. His eyes glowed at the smell, even in the dimly lit space.

His eyes scanned over your form, covered in a blanket and your face, showing many emotions. Confusion, fear, and above all pain. Not pain from any injury, like he was thinking. At your silence, he was about to seethe in anger at who would be brainless enough to lay a hand on you. Until you spoke up.

“No..” your voice was slightly shaky. You had no idea how he would react if you told him about your dilemma.

Heavy footsteps are heard as he walks over to you. “Then?” His arms cross skeptically. “What aren’t you telling me, Y/N?” Muzan’s voice was firm, yet you could tell this was his way of checking on you.

You sigh. This was inevitable. You couldn’t hide this for all eternity, anyways. “I’m not hurt.. I’m on my period.”

His eyebrows furrow curiously. Right.. he likely didn’t know that about you.

“Every month, I..” you calm yourself, only stopping your words to whince at the pain in your stomach. “..bleed. It’s something women go through.”

“Every month..? How come I smell your blood, but i have yet to see it?” He kneels by you to inspect your body. Most of which was still covered.

He wasn’t reacting badly so far, which came as a surprise. Turns out his restraint is much better than you thought. Now, it was just embarrassing to explain it.

“Because I bleed from down there..” you began to mumble, face heating up slightly at how you couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual thing you’re referring to.

His ruby colored eyes glowed once more, this time for a different reason. Before you could protest, he lifted the blanket from your body to see your bloodied lower region. He couldn’t stop the groan leaving his chest as the scent got more prominent. You noticed his grip on the blanket tightened.

“And you thought to hide this from me?” His gaze then returns to your face.

You nod hesitantly. “It’s just.. I didn’t know how you would react. And I didn’t want you to deal with it..”

“Deal with the blood?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Do you know who I am? What I am?” You felt a cold finger trail from your jaw to your collarbone.

“I-I know.. but the blood isn’t all of it. It also causes stomach cramps and mood swings.” You stutter, yet you felt little to no fear right now due to the look in his eyes. It wasn’t of murderous intent.

His hand trails down further to your stomach and he rests it there. “..Is it hurting now?” He questions, and when you nod again, he inquires more about it. He inhales. “It’s hard to resist the scent of your blood. Especially after hearing where it’s coming from..”

Warmth spread across your cheeks at the comment. You didn’t know where he was going with this.

“I think I know how to assist you with the pain.” This would be a sweet thing to hear, if it weren’t for the sinister smirk on his face.

He begins pushing the blanket completely off your body. After it was successfully moved to the side, he took in the view. He was getting hungrier by the minute. Drool fell from his lips a little at the sight. He needed to taste it. And he wasn’t one to play with his meals.

Muzan pulls down your shorts, tossing it aside to see the mess that is your panties. He groaned again, unable to stop himself from licking a stripe on your clothed core, tasting your sweet blood through the fabric. You gasped, feeling much more sensitive than normal, but also hot due to his boldness.

He rips your sad excuse for underwear and dove right into what he’s been craving ever since he smelled your sweet blood. He’s no stranger to pleasuring you with only his tongue. But god, this felt so good. So different. Like he was trying to devour you whole. Like he’s parched and the only thing that can quench it is the mess between your thighs.

The demon’s tongue moved languidly at first, to savor the taste of both your arousal and the tempting red liquid. But the muscle moved quicker with time, desperately needing to taste all of you. You writhed and grabbed onto the only thing keeping your mind in reality, his wild and now unkempt black locks.

Your needy tugs to his hair only made his movements more determined. The heat in your lower stomach was rising at a rapid pace not even you could keep up with. The area that was previously aching with pain was now flooding with pleasure. Muzan’s nails dug into your upper thighs as he feasted on everything you were giving him. The pain shouldn’t have felt so good, but with the drag of his demonic tongue, god it did.

Your orgasm hit you like a flash, as your arched into his head and stuttered his name loudly. The growl he let out was low and heavy. He licked up your mixed juices while you twitched and shook.

He then lifted himself from you. His pupils were blown wide and his lower face was messy. “Divine, just as I thought.” He murmurs, “Your essence is sweet, and mixed with your blood..” he takes in a breath, and trails off.

You caught your breath, which was knocked out of you for a moment. Before you had time to respond, he’s making his next move. You glanced down as he sat up, noticing his prominent erection in his dress pants. It made you wonder how it would feel inside you now that you were on your cycle. You were sensitive already, but this time it was enhanced surely.

His sharp teeth nearly shined as he grinned darkly at you. “Your blood is irresistible.. and I can’t wait to see such delectable essence on my cock.”

His grin widens a bit more at seeing the you bite your lip with replenished need. You two have been intimate many times before, but this felt like so much more. With this, he could have claim every part of you, in your weakest state. In your most vulnerable time. And that thought alone has been driving him wild since he tasted you.

You barely even noticed when he took off his pants and vest, leaving his formal shirt slightly unbuttoned as he was too desperate to be inside you. Having said that, you also failed to notice when he was now hovering over you and positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he carefully plunged in. There was a mutual groan shared as he pushes in, inch by inch.

The mix of slick and blood made it easier to stuff you full of his cock. When he bottomed out, he couldn’t resist biting your shoulder. You whined from both pain and pleasure, as he laps up more of your sweetness. The taste of it on his tongue caused him to begin thrusting. “Always such a good little human, hm?” He rasps.

You let out a strangled moan at the sheer power of his thrusts in an attempt at a response. Your mind couldn’t even think about the pain in your abdomen with how good he was making you feel. His head pulls back to watch your lewd expressions. It was always his favorite. Just seeing how much of a mess he can make of you gets him going.

Even as such an individual as mighty as Muzan, he still falls into the irresistible pleasure he gets from you. The feelings he once was unfamiliar with, came easily when he met you.

His nails dig into your hips this time as with each thrust he pulls you to him, only increasing how deep he hit. Your whines echoed off the walls of your room, mixing with the slaps of skin. A faint but audible set of groans and grunts can also be heard from the man above you. Only you could drag these uncontrollable noises from the king himself.

The demon threw his head back, gripping under your thighs to bring them to your chest. That served to make him go even deeper than you thought possible. Your body was trembling under him, and the feeling of getting close came creeping up on you. The tightening of your pussy made his noises turn into something more animalistic. “Make a beautiful mess on my cock. I know you want to.” He coos breathily, his alluring eyes staring at your face.

And you were more than happy to follow as he said. Body twitching and ecstasy taking over, you came hard. Your mind was effectively taken over by the intensity of it all. A deep growl came out of his mouth as you convulsed and nearly milked him for all he’s worth. He felt close, and quicker than normal. The circumstances played a big part in speeding up his gratification in indulging in you.

You could barely keep your eyes open as he relentlessly thrusted, overstimulation making you shake pathetically. He reveled in your form and the sensation. After a few more harsh thrusts, he gives a final one that fills you with his cum. “That’s it,” he moans huskily, “Take it all..”

When he spilled all he could into you, he pulled out and let his dick lay on your stomach. He looked down at the fluids connecting it to your messy cunt. A sight he could get used to.

Though, he’s no weak man by any means. It wasn’t long before his stamina allowed him to become hard again. A desire-filled smirk was plastered on his face. “You should know that I am far from done.”

As his lover, you definitely knew that. But as a human, you weren’t sure how far he would take it this time. The king wasn’t going to give you time to think about that, however.

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[rowarn]

hi rowan!! can i jus say i LOVE the way you write soft simon<33

what are your thoughts on soft konig?

thank u so much my love 🥺🥺

size difference ofc, foreplay, könig being good in bed <333333 afab!reader, no prns

SOFT!KÖNIG ..... i love soft men. i love protective men. if there's one thing about me it's that protective men just tickle my pickle like nothing else

and könig is sooooo protective. it comes natural to him. he spends a big part of his time away from home and killing people.

but the second he's home with his sweet, precious baby he basically melts!!!

he's the type of man who always has to be touching you. wiping a crumb of food off your cheek, having a stable hand on the small of your back as he guides you through a thick crowd, your small hand tucked firmly in his when he sits beside you at a cafe, his hand gripping your thigh when he's driving or when you're nestled next to him on the couch. hes always touching you.

the type of man who doesn't let you lift a single finger bc he can do whatever it is you need. all you need to do is sit there nice and comfy and be sweet for him, that's all he wants!

he's always complimenting you he's never shy about it. the second you get up he's calling you pretty. telling u how nice your skin looks. tells u that ur hair looks cute that day. he's always complimenting you, his soft little heart just melts at the way your eyes light up when he does it so why wouldn't he???? he loves to make u happy after all

this caring, devoted nature bleeds into bed as well of course !!!

hes......so big......

he's always concerned he'll hurt you. he can easily kill men with his bare hands, he knows his own strength. the last thing he wants to do is lose control. so his touches and caresses are always methodical and thought out.

sex with könig is never rushed or rough. he's a gentle giant with u without a doubt. he won't leave marks or hit u in any form — not even to spank ur ass. wont choke you (but may wrap a hand around your throat and rest it there if y beg sweet enough)

he works you open slowly and carefully. he's so thorough that there's no way you don't cum from his foreplay alone ): he stretches you open with his thick fingers, slurps noisily on your clit to get you even wetter, it's all too much. he's used to feeling you twitch and squirm when he gets you ready, it barely phases him anymore!!! it's just part of the process now (:

"was that a good one, my sweet?" he'll ask ask he rids himself of his clothes, lidded eyes watching you recover from the intense orgasm he so effortlessly gave you <3

he usually does positions he can see you in but he also likes the prone bone position too. any position where u can lay there and just take it — letting him do all the work so u never have to lift a finger <3 so sweet of him !!!

when he finally gets his cock inside you, he always stops halfway and makes u cum like that before giving u the rest ): he doesn't want to give u too much at once and risk hurting you bc he's BIG and he knows it (not in a cocky way he's just overly aware of his own size)

afterwards, once again, u will never lift a finger. hell clean up the mess and snuggle all u want wherever u want. even if he has to carry u to a different room bc u wanna lay somewhere else.

those r some of my thoughts on soft könig <33333333

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Summary: Every month at that dreaded time you can't help how awful it makes you feel. How insecure you become when you're usually so confident. You can't help the way you become incredibly sensitive, but Joel wont let it remain. Joel refuses to let you feel like that and he's decided enough is enough. Even when you try to cower away from him he doesn't let you, you're perfect and he will make sure you know. Content/warnings: Reader and Joel showering whilst he tells her just how beautiful she is. Joel Miller being the cutest husband. Reader is on her period and feeling insecure but Joel wont let the insecurities remain. So much fluff! No use of Y/n, no outbreak. Word count: 1k A/n: Lil soppy fic of Joel being the most doting husband who refuses to let his wife remain insecure.

You’re in the shower after a long day at work feeling shitty and its only made worse by the fact you started your period on your lunch break.

You always hate your time of the month because more than anything it makes you feel crappy, you can’t look in the mirror without hating yourself. Can’t look at your body because it makes you feel disgusting even though you know you’re perfect just the way you are. And you hear it constantly with Joel forever telling you.

He’s never let the mood swings stop him from being wholly himself with you, if anything it’s even better because he knows you need that extra reassurance when it happens.

You’re hoping that a shower will help with the cramps and just overall shitty feeling that’s clouding you.

“Baby?” He utters softly as he knocks on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

Shit, he’s gonna see you when you feel like this. Which is exactly the last thing you want right now, but he asked nicely.

After a few seconds of silence you add “erm, okay.”

He’s quick to enter the room as you try to hide yourself from him, not that you really can whilst stood naked under the spray.

“You, okay?” He looks to you as he quizzes softly. Leaning against the bathroom door.

You don’t know why the question makes you so emotional, but tears instantly fill your eyes, and you have to do everything in your power to hold them back as you nod.

“S’okay baby I know how you’re feelin’, you’re so beautiful don’t ever forget it.”

Fuck he really is trying everything he can to make you cry right now, but what he asks next snaps you out of it momentarily.

“Can I join you?”

Join you when you’re like this, is he crazy? “Joel I…”

“Baby I’ve always told you I don’t care, I wana hold you.”

“Okay.” You nod, because as vulnerable as you may feel you want nothing more than to be in his arms.

He nods with a smile quickly stripping himself of his clothes and steps in next to you instantly bringing a hand to the small of your back and it’s those little things that are the reason you love him so much, but even so. You know you’re disgusting right now so you can’t help the way you pull away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

You don’t respond you just close your eyes and face the water spray.

“Hey” he whispers after a few seconds “baby look at me.” He turns your body so that you’re facing one another in the small space of the shower. “What is it?” He asks softly.

“Why do you want to touch me? How can you even bare to look at me?” You quiz averting his gaze. Staring down at your feet as you try not to cry.

“Hey.” He grabs your chin, so you have no choice but to face him. “Baby, open your eyes please.”

You take a deep breath before you do.

“Tell me what’s goin’ through that beautiful head o’yours.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m so gross, I don’t know how you can look at me and want me when I’m like this. I don’t get why you want to be in the shower with me right now when I’m bleeding, it’s not nice. I’m so disgusting.” You can’t help as tears fall now.

He shakes his head instantly; his voice is firm as he replies. “No baby, you stop that talk right now. It’s not about whether it’s nice or not, it’s a part of life, a part of you and it’s natural. Baby I want you to be comfortable around me, you have no reason not to be. I love you just the way you are.” His one hand has moved to cup your cheek whilst the other strokes your hip softly.

But he quickly moves to pull you close to him snaking his arms round your body. He leans to kiss your forehead as you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of having him close. “Bleedin’ or not baby you’re beautiful to me, I will not have you thinkin’ differently.”

You nod into his chest as he leans his chin on the top of your head. He strokes your back softly as you listen in tune to his heartbeat and the spray of water as it keeps your skin warm. “You have nothin’ t’be ashamed of. Your body is part of you, I love every fuckin’ inch, it’s perfect just the way it is.”

You cry softly against him, not having realised just how much you needed to hear those words. It’s nice to hear them and know that they’re the truth. He isn’t just saying it to make you feel better, it’s all meant.

He reaches out to brush his fingers through your wet hair, “lean back baby let me help.”

You do so instantly, keeping your eyes closed as you lean your head back allowing your hair to be completely submerged under the stream. As he lathers his hands in shampoo and begins to gently massage it into your scalp he utters “you have nothin’ t’feel ashamed or embarrassed about. It’s a natural part of life baby and you’re perfect just the way you are.”

He continues to wash you hair gently before helping you to rinse it out. Once done you finally open your eyes to look at him and there, he is staring at you with so much love as he smiles.

“You’re so beautiful I love you so much.”

You smile back adding “I love you too.”

“Now how about we finish gettin’ cleaned up and then go watch a movie in bed? I got some of your favourite ice cream on my way home from work.”

“Yes please.” You smile at him, so thankful to have him. For him to be your number one fan, your biggest supporter through every part of life. He is the most amazing husband in everything he does.

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Warnings: smut!, non con, dub con, gun fucking, cursing, biting, virginity lost, corruption kink, size kink, dacryphillia, blood, etc

You were now in your dorm room alone reading a book since your roommate was out with her boyfriend because of these rumors about a ghostface going around and hurting people but you weren't scared you because they make up these scary rumors every year near halloween. you then hear a ding come from phone which confuses you because its 3 in the morning. you grab your phone from your nightstand and read the text...

"how about you spread those legs open a little more"

you instantly shiver in fear as you quickly close your legs shut and sit up looking around your room to see if you see anyone. your eyes stop on your closet door right across your bed that was slightly cracked and pitch dark in there. you then text the unknown number back asking "who is this?" they almost replied by immediately.

"Come to the closet door to find out."

you got up and sprinted towards the door hoping you could unlock it in time to get out but you feel someone's arm wrap around your torso and cover your mouth before you could scream. You punch and kick at him before he throws you onto the ground...HARD

You hit your face as you fall onto the ground.

“fuck“ you say feeling blood dripping down your face as you instantly get a headache.

You quickly get up trying to run into the bathroom but the man catches you

"w-wait i-i-“ you say as he pulls your hair making you shout in pain. He lets go of your hair and pushes you again but this time onto your bed.

You kick and yell as he gets on top of you he grabs a gun and puts it to your head. You instantly stop fighting to scared your gonna die.

"now that's more like it." he chuckles

you know that deep voice but you can't recall it...

he puts the gun into your mouth making you gag as he pushes it in deeper just to get a reaction out of you. you feel him lift up your shirt revealing your bare chest.

"so beautiful." you hear him mutter as he plays with your nipple

"please" you try to wiggle out his grasp but you feel him pinch your nipple making you yelp in pain

"stop moving." he growls

he pulls the gun out of your mouth which makes you cough right after. he takes the gun and pushes it into your stomach.

you feel him try to open your legs so you fight back and squeeze your legs shut but you hear him reload the gun which makes you stop.

he puts his knee on your right leg painfully pushing it down so you couldn't close your legs again

"that hurts" you cry out

"shut the fuck up" he groans angrily

you feel him rub the gun against your clit through your underwear which makes you try to wiggle out of his touch but he presses his hand down on you stomach.

"p-please stop" you whimper as he pulls your underwear too the side. You try to pull the mask off his face which pissed him off so he squeezes your throat not hard enough to kill you but enough to cause blurred vision.

you feel him push the cold gun inside of you which makes you whine in pain at the sting. he thrusts the gun in out out of you while you squirm and whimper.

"got to get you nice and ready for my cock." he says as he thrusts the gun in and out of you faster.

choked moans come out of your mouth as you feel yourself about to cum.

"yea thats it...good girl" he moans just at the sight.

you come undone with a small gasp falling from your lips. you were sweating and the blood lost from your head plus his hand still wrapped around your throat made you dizzy.

"oh fuck! you bleed" he says humorly while pulling the gun out of you

he unwraps his hand from around your throat and you take a deep breath.

"poor thing" you could hear the sarcasm in his voice

"now turn around and get on your hands and knees."

you sit up and shake your head looking fearfully at his mask

"do it cause if i make you, you wont like it." He sighs deeply

"plea-" before you could finish that sentence he grips the back of your neck and flips you around onto your stomach.

you hear him remove his belt which makes your eyes widen. you scream and do everything in your power to get from under him but he puts the gun to your head again.

"yell one more time and i will blow your brains out."

you then feel his tip rubbing against your entrance teasing you before pushing in.

you whine loudly as he stretches you out, you could already tell he was very long and big and before you knew it he is thrusting into you at a very fast pace while pushing your head down into the bed. clapping noises of skin slapping together fills the room.

"i knew you would be this tight" he moans as he fucks you deeper making to arch your back as he hits your cervix.

he grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back up as he continues with his brutal assault.

you moan and whimper as His fingers found to your clit slowly swirling over it

"i knew you would like that you slut."

you squeeze around him as you milk his cock. he fucks you even harder that the bed frame is slamming against the wall. He lets go of your hair and grabs your hips in a bruising grip.

he lets out a few grunts before filling you up to the brim. he drops your hips and gets up quickly putting his clothes back on.

once his clothes are back on he grabs his stuff and just...walks out leaving you traumatized and fucked out on the bed...

NEXT DAY

you are sobbing on your bed venting to your best friend about what happened last night and how you were scared.

"-and im just so scared because i dont know who he was or if hes gonna do it again." you sob in their arms

"its alright i got you, tell me everything" enzo says as he rubs the top of your head with a smirk on his face

[gamblersdoll]

Can you make guts x reader, and guts is like, super soft w reader, but he snaps the moment he gets horny 🙏🏻 and he gives reader head, being soft dom but still a dom (HEAVY ON SIZE KINK PLS 😭) I LOVE YOU GUTS X READER SO SO MUCH! IT MAKES ME SO COZY 💓

aligns with berserk timeline, soft yet harddom!guts, oral (f receiving) size kink

the water was freezing, the winter’s frost biting into the stream of whats left of water and leaving its venom inside of it. you shiver, teeth chattering along with goosebumps raising along your silky skin.

the only warmth was from him, the black swordsman who accompanied you for years. his hands carried more heat— along with the past blood of who hes killed and callouses that made his fingers thicks. his hands carried the water up to your chest, rinsing the blood from your skin (you knew you werent bleeding, but he had to make sure).

his hands cupped more water and brought it over your breasts, nipples pebbling and he kisses along your neck. “thank you,” he grumbles, his plump ass lips suckling your neck to leave his mark. “for checking you.” he finishes, hands sliding down your hips. “you know how i am..”

“i understand, Guts.” you say, him chortling and his hands feel along your groin, and alongside your lower stomach. “you want to go lower.. dont you?”

he stops, breathing through his nose heavily. “only if thats what you want, i wont do anything you dont want to—“ you cur him off, pulling his hand down to your cunt. it was only embarrassing since you never had anyone touch you there.. you wished there were something to do about hair. like some kind of elixir or powder. he pulled you in closer, looking over you to watch his hand fully cover your cunt. “youre so .. ethereal.” he says, a carnal desire starting to creep up on him.

you try to speak and reply, but he picks you up bridal style to press you against a tree. it was probably a bad idea, the tree starting to leak its own sap from the bark.

his lips smash against yours, yours colliding with his and you embrace him in all of his size— his body covering and swallowing you wholly. its not long before he’s ready to crack your legs open, seeing your drenched cunny (both water and arousal) slick down your folds. your hole clenched, an invitation for him to give you a once over before he pressed his head into you.

your moans bubbled out, his hands reaching up to your breasts for something to give his hands to do. you pant heavy, groaning when he presses his lips together to suckle hard on your bundle of nerves. “guts,” you say, eyes on him and a hair going into his hair. “whats gotten into you..?”

“stop talkin’..” he grunts, leaning up to gather all of his spit to ‘spat!’ onto your folds, going back down to lick it all back up onto his tongue. “just let me savor you, woman.” his hands move from your breasts to your thighs, squeezing hard and moving to suckle hard on the light stretch marks on the inner of them.

you close your eyes and gasp for air, feeling his tongue return back inside of your creamed walls to almost hit your gspot. “oh.. god.” you pitifully say, hearing him breath heavy from inhaling you.

you return to look at your position, seeming like a wounded animal being devoured by the biggest bear youve ever seen— because you were, you were the wounded animal that he captured long ago and barely healed you, and now? he was eating you, from cunt to tit, and he deserved all of your air.

“feel that?” he suddenly asks, you snapping back to him and he has his eyes on you. “youre about to come on my tongue, arent you?” he queries, you wonder how he even guessed that— because you were. “go on then, make my night.”

[kit-williams]

First words can damn you

@gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan has a couple of nifty soulmate au's... I personally don't like soulmate au's often please ignore the fact that their oc Petras has a chokehold on me so when I see they have a horror one... Momrad likes horror... here's my take on it. I also wrote this with a minor migraine so sorry if it actually reads like shit

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy

tw: blood; typical momrad insanity

unnamed and unspecified chapter of traitor/female (not really a reader in this situation)

Please... Let me die. As a child he didn't like the words on his wrist. Why would he have the misfortune of meeting them at such a low point in their life. When he became an aspirant those words became such a driving force behind him... he would be the hero! It had to be the context of finding them and he would be their savior! But as he grew and grew and how rarely he did hear those words... he didn't react but he always replied the same... no.

The heresy consumed him whole, retching him back up into something new, something twisted, something powerful. He was in such a position of power that he could hear those words pleaded to him and the sick satisfaction and bitter disappointment of never feeling that burn... not feeling that rush of joy in his hearts to find them.

He became more and more of a monster... anyone he gets his hands on usually begs for death quickly... he's no longer lucky enough to find others begging for death as when he was younger... no no he must be the catalyst for their suffering.

And he would look back on this meeting with relief... with joy that he in fact wasn't the cause for her pain... for her suffering... well not the direct suffering. She was a fresh body writhing on the spike weeping and he practically purred at the suffering of mortals. His eyes kept coming back to that bleeding naked form. Eyes glazed over with pain... fresh and dried blood coated her skin leaking from where she had been skewered on the spikes. "Please... let me die." She asks with a raw throat.

His spine tingled with anticipation of disappointment but he would relish in her suffering as he replies as he always does to this. Leaning in close as he purrs out with sickening delight, "No."

At first she starts to weep but then she screams and writhes as her eyes widen looking at him with horror as for him... his wrist burns. She thrashes upon the painful spikes as she screams no over and over and over again. It's easy to keep her from moving as he looks to her wrist just seeing the word No written there now glowing and warm... just as his is.

"Shhh shh none of that I know it must hurt for you my little mate. Someone will come to help get you down." He purrs petting her face, stealing a few kisses, and relishing the taste of her blood against his tongue.

For her? It's a nightmare. She babbles sobbing prayers to the Emperor to help her, to save her, to make her wake up from this nightmare, to strike her down, to do anything but let her fall into his claws. She cannot try to kill herself anymore by writhing on the spikes... he wont let her. Unconsciousness takes her as she is ripped free of the rusted spikes and there is a faint bit of hope that this is it.

A hope that dies... dies as she wakes up in a soft bed. His eyes looking into hers as his knuckles gently caress her cheek. "Hello my little mate." He whispers as he kisses her forehead, "Oh... oh how I've been looking for you for so long. And now that you are here... we have so much time to get acquainted. Do not cry my little mate... my brothers that hurt you before wont dare hurt you now. Its just going to be the two of us till you heal up; which I know will take some time given your feeble nature being a mortal." His face nuzzles hers as she can't stop the tears and the fear, he understands but knows that she should be happy that he has saved her... he will allow her mortal mind some time to recover from her trauma as well as her mortal body time to recover... he's being a very sweet and very generous soulmate.

Death was no longer an option for her and she wept.

He purred as he gently held and tried to comfort his soulmate feeling such utter joy. And surely she must be crying with joy at being saved...

[muffinpink02]

Bronze Is Better Than Gold Part 5

Warnings - gun violence. gun violence, scenes of sexual assault

Lucy stared at the dark liquid, bleeding into the concrete pavement, she bent down to touch it, the temperature was still warm.

She pulled out her phone from her pocket, she went straight to Ona’s name, pressing on the call button, the familiar sound of the dial chimed loudly in her ear. She looked back at the empty paper cups on the floor. She could feel that something wasn't right, she could feel it in her bones. 

The ringing continued.

She looked back and forth around the wall, hoping to see something that would give her an indication of what happened, why Ona wasn't sitting in her spot like she always did. The dial tone kept ringing in her ear, she could feel her skin start to sweat. 

Suddenly the ringing stopped. 

“Ona-”

“You have reached the voicemail of the caller you are trying to reach, please leave a message after the tone.” The robotic tone called out.

Lucy hung up. Why isn't Ona here? She glanced up at the Spaniards building, the memories of them together only a few hours ago was still fresh in her mind. She didn't want to overthink the situation. Maybe Ona spilt the coffee on herself and she went back in to change? Or maybe-

The older brunette's thoughts were cut off as her phone started to ring, she looked at the screen. Her face scrunched in confusion as an unknown number appeared on the phone. Dread filled her stomach.

She tapped the green button to answer, but she kept quiet. 

The line was still, Lucy could just make out a quiet breathing on the other end. It sent an eerie feeling through her body. She then heard a russell and then a thud. 

“What's wrong, pig? Can’t you speak?” A man's rough voice barked through the phone.

“Who is this?” 

“Doesn’t matter. I got your little girlfriend with me, that’s all that matters.” 

Lucy’s stomach lurched.

“What do you want?” 

“I want my brother out.” 

That's when the penny dropped.

“Slims?” 

“Get my fucking brother out or she’s dead!”

Lucy went silent. She couldn’t respond, not with what she really wanted to say. 

“You know that’s not possible.” 

Lucy flinched as she heard a muffled scream. It was Ona. 

“Hear that, pig? I like the way your girlfriend screams.”

Lucy's stomach twisted. The fear that sunk through her body was chilling. How was this happening?

“Don’t you fucking dare!” She gritted through her teeth. 

“Got your attention now? If you don’t get him out she’s dead. And it wont be fucking quick. I’ll have my fun with her first.” Slims gave out a dirty chuckle. 

“You dare hurt her-”

Another chilling scream ran through the phone.

Lucy kept her mouth shut.

“Getting it now? Get him out.”

The line went dead. Lucy's heart either stopped beating or was running at a thousand beats per minute. She felt the bile ooze up her throat and out of her mouth. She coughed as the acid from vomit burnt her throat. She took a deep breath as she wiped her lip with her sleeve.

The brunette ran to her car, starting up the engine as quickly as she could. She held the steering wheel with one hand and her phone in the other, dialling the first person she thought of.

“Sarina speaking.” 

“Sarina, it's Ona… she's been taken. They fucking have her!”

“What? Who has her?” 

“Slims, that fucking…He didn't die. He-he has her, he's threatening to kill her, if we don't free his brother- Get out the fucking way!” Lucy slammed her hand down on her horn blaring the sound at a driver who was driving too slow for her right now.

“Okay, listen to me Lucy. Don’t do anything hasty, come straight here. We will find her. Come to the office.” 

Lucy hung up her phone, dashing it to the passenger side. She didn't want to listen to Sarina, but she knew she would only be driving aimlessly around the city, she didn't have any kind of leads on where Ona was. So, she zoomed past cars that beeped at her dangerous driving, but she couldn't hear them, all she could hear was the chilling sound of Ona’s screams.

It felt like hours before she got to the office, she just about parked her car before she sprinted into the building. She could already tell the news had got out as she felt her colleagues' eyes on her as she marched through the building. 

“Bronze!” 

Lucy turned her head to find Jill jogging up to her. She could tell by the look on her face that she already knew.

“Sarina’s upstairs. Everyones been told to go to the meeting room.”

Lucy nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 

Lucy followed the taller women into the meeting room, the majority of the team were already there, Sarina was at the head of the table ready to give out orders. The look on each member of the team's face was either determined and focused or down right scared. 

Lucy felt like both.

Sarina spotted Jill and Lucy.

“Lucy, you got a call from Slims?” Sarina asked.

Lucy nodded.

“Okay, give your phone to LJ, she will try and pick up the coordinates from the phone.” 

Lucy nodded, she brought out her phone and gave it to LJ. The young agent squeezed Lucy's shoulder as she left the room, though the older brunette had just about felt her touch.

Sarina cleared her throat, getting the attention of the room. “As most of you know, Ona has been taken hostage. This morning Lucy got a call from Slims, he wants his brother out of prison in exchange for Ona. We know that's not possible, we need to work closely as a team to safely return her. I need everyone to do their jobs and remember to keep a cool head.”

Lucy felt Sarinas eyes on her with that last sentence. 

“Do we have any leads? Can we question any of the gang members that worked with Slims?” The Dutch woman asked.

“We had a few guys that we didn't have enough evidence to lock up, they definitely worked with Slims. They might not talk, but we can try them.” Jordan answered 

“Okay, Jordan and Demi you go and question them, be forceful if you have to. But keep it calm. Millie you take your team with you, I want a squad car to follow them in case they need back up.”

“Yes, ma'am.” The girls jumped to their feet and made their way to leave, each girl gave Lucy a quick nod or a quick squeeze of the arm or hand, but she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge them. She was in a deep state of fear, she felt like all her senses were shutting down. 

“I know this is a long shot but have we tried to track Ona’s phone?” Chloe asked.

The room fell silent.

“Surely they would have got rid of it, they can't be that stupid?” Jill scoffed.

“Do it. Track her phone.” Lucy ordered. 

Everyone turned to the voice in the room, finally Lucy had woken up.

“I’ll get LJ on it.” Chloe nodded.

Sarina eyed the dark haired girl, she was worried that Lucy hadn’t said much.

“Jill, once we have a lead I’ll need you with the firearm squad.”

“Yes, ma'am.” 

Sarina nodded, thinking to herself. “I’m going to contact other branches, it would be good to have more eyes and ears on this. I need to contact the next of kin.”

Lucy felt her stomach twist, she had no clue who Ona's next of kin was, maybe it was her parents? Or was it her friends? How would they react to this?

“Lucy, I want you to check CCTV. Travel to Ona’s house and see if you can get any leads from shops, houses, street cameras. Alex you take a squad car and see if anyone has seen or heard anything around the area.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Alex left the room as quickly as she could. 

But Lucy didn't move, she didn't like that idea, she wanted to get Ona, now, not look around at shop corners. 

“Jess, take the K9’s try and see if they can get a scent. Tail Lucy.”

“Yes, ma'am.” 

“I’ll go with Demi and Jordan to question the leads.” Lucy stated.

Sarina eyed the girl thoughtfully. “No, I don’t need you losing your head. I need you calm, Lucy.”

“I am calm! I don’t want to be fucking around looking for camera footage when we can go straight to the pricks and get information.” Lucy's voice started to rise.

“Lucy, I know you’re upset but-” 

“No! I’m not upset, I’m fucking angry! These fucking bastards have found out where Ona lives and fucking abducted her! God knows if she's okay, she might not even be alive! But you want me to look at fucking camera footage!.” Lucy was fully shouting now.

Sarina stared at the brunette, she understood Lucy's anger, but this is exactly why she didn't want her out with potential leads, her anger would only make things worse.

“That's an order, Bronze.”

“Lucy-” Jill tried to pull Lucy away, but Lucy pulled her arm back.

“You’re a fucking joke!” Lucy shouted, while she pointed at her superior.

Lucy stormed out of the meeting room, slamming the door behind her. The brunette rushed through the building's office, ignoring the questioning looks from her team. She sprinted to her car as the rain came down hard, her breath was ragged with rage by the time she got to her car.

Lucy gripped the steering wheel as she tried to control her breathing. She felt the tears threaten to fall but she shook her head in protest, fighting with herself.

“Fuck.” She shouted, leaning her head on the wheel.

The brunette stayed there for a minute, breathing deeply. Just before she put the car in gear the passenger side door opened.

“Wait, don’t go yet!” Jill jumped into the passenger seat, her hair and clothes soaked from the heavy rain. She looked over at Lucy, a concerning look on her face.

The outburst from Lucy was completely out of character, she wasn’t someone who would question her superior, she had nothing but respect for Sarina. And Sarina knew that, it's why she had moved up to a DC quicker than most, her work ethic was like no other. Sarina had it in her mind that Lucy would be the one to take her role the day she retires, but Sarina could see the anger in Lucy, this job was clearly hitting too close to home for her and she could see she wasn't thinking with her head, but with her heart.

But of course Lucy didn't see it this way and she didn’t like her decision, not one bit. She didn’t feel like she was doing anything helpful, she just felt like she had been given a useless task. She was just angry and honestly she was scared. 

Lucy felt Jill put her hand on her shoulder, squeezing her. Lucy spoke first.

“I can’t believe her. Why won't she let me go.” 

“Come on. You know Sarina’s doing what's best, you might find something that could help find her.”

“What if I don’t? What if she gets hurt, or worse.”

Lucy sighed. She sunk back in her seat, she didn't have the words to describe the fear she felt, not really. She wanted to scream, cry, run or kill.

Jill looked at her friend, not knowing the right words to say, she herself was scared for Ona’s safety, the whole team was, but she could see in Lucy that this wasn't just about a colleague, though right now wasn't the right time to question her on it.

The hand on Lucy's arm squeezed harder.

“We have to. There can’t be any doubts, she’s part of us, she's family, we need to get her back, and we will.”

The brunette nodded, her words lost in her throat.

Lucy bit her lip, she could feel her body going limp, she felt so useless, nothing was in her control. She just wanted to get Ona back, she wanted to feel her in her arms, tell her she was okay, that she was safe, not let anyone hurt her. 

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Ona winced from the aching pain to her eye, she could barely open it, thanks to the rings on Slim's fingers. She tried her best to not show any emotion but in honesty she was petrified. 

The day had started like any other, the only difference was the light spring in her step from her new found relationship with Lucy. Happy wasn’t even close to how she felt, the girl was elated, she was glowing, she was high from happiness. She had felt giddy as she got ready for work, ecstatic to see the older brunette again, even though she had just seen her not even 10 hours before. Not to mention the late night call only 7 hours ago. 

It was still dark when Ona had left her flat, thanks to the gloomy hours of December. She had made her way to the coffee shop where she always got hers and Lucy's morning coffee. She waited in the line like normal, greeted her usual barista like normal. They quickly spoke about Christmas and what she got up to. She walked back to her usual spot on her wall outside her building, just like she always did.

The sky was just starting to lighten when she felt the sharp pain in the back of her head, then everything became dark. 

She woke up to a hard jolt shifting her body. It was difficult to open her eyes, feeling weak when she finally came to. It felt like she was in a dazed dream. She could feel the familiar movements of being in a car. She slowly opened her eyes to see she was in the back of a van. 

Confusion clouded her brain, a stabbing feeling in her head made her wince as the throb bled into her skull. She tried to move, but her wrist was tightly bound behind her back. That's when panic settled in. What was happening?

“Wakey, wakey, sunshine.”

Ona recognised the voice straight away. She turned to see Slims sitting by the doors of the van, glaring at her. 

It felt like she was staring at a ghost. They had assumed he died from the fall. What did he want with her? How did he even find her?

“What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?” He spat.

But Ona didn't reply.

“You and your little dyke girlfriend was huddled together for a while, made me wait 3 fucking days before she left.”

Ona’s stomach dropped, Slims had clearly been following them to know where Ona lived. Neither Lucy or Ona had noticed.

Slims held up Ona’s phone. “What's the pin to your phone, pig? I need to make a call to the other pig.”

Ona ignored him again, only angering the man more. 

Slims chuckled darkly as he rubbed his chin. “Give me the cunting pin.”

Ona just stared at him, not giving the man what he wanted. His next movements were quick, he lept towards her like a crazed beast, making Ona flinch. The girl tried her best to move, but with her arms bound she had nowhere to go. His large rough hands grabbed her ponytail, making her gasp in pain, forcing her already aching head up towards his face. 

“You’re going to tell me the pin to your phone, then you’re going to tell me the name of that cunt that shot me.”

Ona felt rage rise up in her body, not thinking about her next actions, she spat in his already angry face. 

“You fucking little dyke bitch!” Slims lifted his arm, bringing his knuckles down hard against Ona’s eye and cheek, his thick jagged rings catching the soft skin under her eye.

The pain that shot through Onas face was like white hot liquid, for a second she didn't actually know where the pain had started or ended, engulfing all the nerves in her face. When she couldn't open her left eye that's when she realised what happened. She gritted her teeth, trying to firm the pain as much as she could.

“Give me the pin or I'll shoot you right now.” 

Her body went rigid when she felt the cold metal against the side of her head, Ona opened her good eye, the other one already swelling closed. 

“1006.”

Slims typed in the number, opening her phone.

“Now, tell me the name of the bitch that shot me.”

She pressed her lips together, she felt so helpless.

Slims pushed the gun harder against her head, wanting the name.

“L-Lucy.” 

The man looked around the van for his next plan. Ona watched as he found the grey duct tape, ripping some off and pressing it aggressively to her mouth.

Slims went on her contacts finding Lucy. He changed the number to unknown, calling Lucy's phone. Ona could hear the tone dialling, she felt sick, her emotions were everywhere. It was only two rings before the phone was answered but she didn't hear Lucy's voice.

“What's wrong pig? Can’t you speak?” 

“Who is this?” 

Hearing Lucy's voice sent a wave of emotions through her limp body, she wanted so badly to be with her, wrapped up in the safety of her bed, in the safety of Lucy's arms.

“Doesn’t matter. I got your little girlfriend with me, that’s all that matters.” 

“What do you want?”

Ona could hear the fear in Lucy’s voice, it was a foreign sound to her.

“I want my brother out.” 

“Slims?” 

“Get my fucking brother out or she’s dead!”

Ona flinched at the rage in the man's voice, the boom from his words sending a shooting pain to her head.

Ona could hear the pause. 

“You know that’s not possible.” 

Before Ona knew what was happening she was being dragged by her hair, releasing a muffled scream, she would have tried to hold back the noise but the pain in the back of her head made it impossible.

“Hear that pig? I like the way your girlfriend screams.”

Ona winced, she could feel a wet trickle dribbling down her neck, it was more than likely blood from the assault on her head.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” 

“Got your attention now pig? If you don’t get him out she’s dead. And it wont be fucking quick. I’ll have my fun with her first.” 

Slims gave out a dirty chuckle. Ona shivered at his words, she could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage.

“You dare hurt her-”

Ona cried out as Slims pushed her hard, making her back hit the metal tin walls. He grabbed her jacket before she could fall, his face inches from hers, she could smell the cigarette on his breath. The ache that shot through her almost knocked her out, she felt dizzy.

“Getting it now? Get him out.”

Slims hung up the phone, he glared at Ona, the hate in his eyes was evident. He released her clothing, allowing her to fall to the floor, smirking as she groaned from the pain. The man walked back over to the van doors, sitting on a crate.

“Fucking, pigs.” 

Ona closed her eyes, trying her hardest to calm her breathing, she could feel her body shaking uncontrollably. Even though she was trained for hard situations this was something that was completely out of her control. She could only hope her team would help her now.

After 40 minutes the van came to a stop, the engine turning off. The van doors opened, a cold gust of wind hit Ona’s face, making her wince. Slims jumped out of the vehicle, lighting a cigarette. Two more men appeared around the doors, clearly working for Slims.

“Take her inside.” 

Both the men nodded, one jumped in the back and pulled Ona up by her collar, he pushed her forward, wanting her to walk. She slowly walked to the edge of the van, but before she could get down she was kicked in her back. She let out a muffled shriek, not able to stop herself with her arms tied behind her back, she fell face first on the floor. She groaned as her chin took the worst hit, bleeding instantly, the cold rainy air hitting the cut made the sting worse. She could hear the men laughing behind her, her heart was racing with fear.

“Stop fucking about and take her inside!” Slims shouted.

Ona felt herself being lifted roughly, her body was aching, everything felt like it hurt. She looked at her surroundings, they were in the middle of nowhere, it was mostly fields and trees, aside from an abandoned looking storage unit. She was guided to the building, her legs were like jelly as she feared the worst. 

The goons walked her up a flight of metal stairs, Ona looked around with one eye, trying her best to see a place to escape. All she could see were beams of shelving units, but she was shoved in her back. They came to a room with old office equipment inside, the smell of damp and dust consumed her nose.

“I’m going first.” 

Ona heard those chilling words ring into her ears. Before she could stop it she was being pushed towards a desk.

“Take off the tape, I want to hear her.”

The second man ripped the duct tape from Ona’s lips, stinging her skin.

“No! No! Please, stop!” Ona’s voice cracked.

She was pushed forward over the desk. her chest hitting the wood with force, making her gasp loudly. She couldn't stop the tears this time.

“It's a shame she's all beating up, she's got a pretty face. I'd rather look at her while I was inside her, make it romantic.” 

The men laughed loudly at the joke. Ona tried to move but was only pushed further into the desk, constricting her breathing.

“Stop moving.”

She felt her body tense up, every muscle in her body was screaming, she couldn't move, she couldn't even scream, her body felt so weak, she was completely shutting down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Slim's voice boomed into the room.

The two men turned to their boss.

“Just having a bit of fun, Slims.”

“Fun? Fucking get outside and patrol the area you dumb fucks. She’s the fucking police, do you not think the feds will be hot on her? Get outside, make sure no one followed us.”

Ona felt the pressure come off her body, the two men moving away from her, finally able to take a breath.

“Tie her up first. Fuck!” Slims slammed his palm on the door.

One of the men grabbed Ona’s weak body, moving her towards a metal radiator. Slims threw a bag at his feet. The pig eyed man grabbed some rope from the bag and tied it around Ona’s already restrained wrist, securing her to the metal bars.

The brunette lifted her head up weakly, meeting Slims eyes.

“You better hope she gets my brother out.”

The door slammed behind him, leaving Ona alone. 

She tugged at the restraints around her wrist, again and again, until her skin became red raw. She screamed out into the air, but she knew no one would hear her. Her knees weakly slumped down to the floor, every fibre in her body began to shake. She didn't want to cry, but she could feel her resolve crashing, she felt hopeless.

She began to think about her friends. Her family. Her parents. Lucy. 

She wondered if she would ever see any of her people again. She could feel her heart breaking as she pictured Lucy's face. That's when the tears began to slowly run down her cheeks. 

For the first time in a long time Ona had woken up the happiest she could ever remember being. And in an instant it all came crashing down. Now she didn't even know if she would live through the night.

She closed her eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. The pain in her head started to throb as she fell in and out of consciousness.

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“Okay no worries, thanks anyways.” 

A deep sigh escaped Lucy's lips as another door closed in her face. 

It was maybe the 50th house that she had knocked at, questioning any homeowner that would answer to her. Seen as it was the middle of the day not many people were in, more than likely at work, or the ones that did answer hadn’t seen or heard anything, giving Lucy no leads. 

She had already tirelessly roamed the high street, enquiring shop workers if they had any CCTV footage of the street view, just like her superior had asked. Only 2 of the 16 shops she had questioned had footage she was able to watch on site. Though, the footage she did watch didn’t show anything suspicious. The rest were either not able to give her the footage till the end of the week or simply didn't have any ideas on how to show her.  

She climbed into her car, the rain was coming down hard now, hammering on the roof above her head. Lucy felt weak. Her mind had been all over the place, she hadn't been able to think straight since this morning. But how could she? Ona was gone, she was in the hands of a dangerous criminal. 

So many questions filled the brunette's head. What was happening to Ona? Where had he taken her? Was she even still alive? Had he realised the demands he wanted were obscene, killing her in the process? Not knowing if she was safe was driving the brunette fucking crazy. 

Surely she was okay? He would have to be stupid to think he could hurt her and get away with it. Even if he killed her, he was found, he'd be going away for life. 

Lucy looked at the time, it was 3pm. She turned on her engine, ready to go question a whole other street of houses. Her radio automatically turned on with the car, just catching the end of a song.

🎵 “Islands in the stream. That is what we are. No one in between” 🎵

Of all the songs that could have played it had to be that one.

Lucy closed her eyes as she remembered the way the Spaniard had completely butchered the song at the Karaoke bar. The poor girl didn’t know the song as well as Lucy, making up the words as she sang, even singing some of the lyrics in Catalan. Lucy was no better, she was as tone-deaf as they came, but she couldn't stop the tears that fell from her eyes as she laughed hard at the shorter brunette, even her abs ached the next day. 

Ona had looked truly stunning that night. Her caramel hair fell perfectly around her face, making the contrast between her milky skin and her beautiful dark freckles pop. Lucy had caught herself staring at her throughout the night, watching as the younger girl laughed and danced. Ona would knowingly catch the older brunette staring, a small smirk twitching in the corners of her mouth before taking a sip of her drink, the twinkle in her brown eyes made Lucy's stomach do flips.

It was so blatantly obvious now. Now that Lucy thought back on it. They had both wanted each other, the signs were there, loud and clear, but they had both been too scared. Well, mostly Lucy had been too scared.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the radio.

“Here’s Charlie with your news.”

“A police woman has been abducted earlier this morning outside her residential home. It's led to believe a known criminal is involved in the abduction of 25 year old Ona Batlle. Chief Constable, Sarina Wiegman has told reporters that ‘she is determined to get Miss Batlle back safely’.” In other news…”

Lucy turned down the radio. Her heart wrenched, Sarina would have had to inform her parents or friends about Ona. Lucy gripped the steering wheel, anger spiked back up through her body. She regretted that day on the bridge, she should have just shot Slims in the head.

She was done waiting around, she put her car into gear and made her way to the destination. The rain continued to pour hard, her wipers working overtime to get rid of the water covering her screen. Her hands were turning white with the pressure of her grip, she had never felt a feeling of rage like it. Not since Sophie. It made her head throb, a tension that grew all over her body, like something was taking over her.

She finally got to the destination, she looked at the building where Slims was known to hide away, it was the same house they had raided before. She jumped out of her car, not caring that she was getting soaked from the rain. She got to the house and pounded on the door, she waited a few minutes until a man opened the door. 

He eyed her up, he knew she was police, going by the disgusted look he gave her .

“I’ve already told your little mates to piss off. I didn't talk to them, so I’m not talking to you.” 

The man tried to shut the door but Lucy wedged her boot in the way.

“Move out the fucking way.” He growled. 

“Where is he?” Lucy was trying her best to be calm.

“Fuck off, how about tha-” Before he could finish his sentence Lucy’s fist was splitting his lip open. 

“Ahhh, fuck!” 

The man let out a yelp, while falling on his arse. The brunette moved inside the door, she quickly scanned the house not seeing anyone else. 

“Where is he? Where’s Slims? You know he's taking her. Where is he?” 

The man spat out a mouth full of blood. “She's probably in a ditch somewhere.” He smiled at Lucy, showing his once white teeth stained red. 

Lucy booted the man in his leg, he let out another yelp.

“Fuck. I don’t know where he is!” 

“Don’t fucking lie!” 

Before Lucy could think she grabbed her hand gun that sat on her waist and aimed it at the man on the floor.

This went against everything Lucy was. The brunette knew what she was doing was completely illegal, nobody in the police force could just waltz into a person's home and start demanding information, let alone assault them. But right now she didn't care, she just wanted answers, she just wanted Ona. 

The man's eyes bulged open, finally looking scared. 

“I swear! I don’t know where he is! I only heard about it today!” 

Lucy cocked her gun.

“No! Please. I don’t know anything!” He started to cry.

“Lucy! Drop the gun.”

Lucy heard Jordans voice, but she didn’t lower her gun.

“Come on Luce. Drop it. He’s not worth it.”

Lucy stared at the man, she watched as his tears rolled down his cheeks, it made her wonder if Ona had cried when she was taken. 

Her finger stroked the metal trigger.

She uncocked her gun and slowly lowereed it, staring at the man 

“That's it. Come on, let's get you home.” Jordan’s voice was gentle as she tried to coax her friend away. The brunette allowed Jordan to monaver her, stepping back from the man sniffling. 

“Come, Luce.” 

They began to walk out the house, both Demi and Jordan had a hand on their friend. 

“Fucking bitches.” The man muttered, still lying on the floor. 

Demi didn't hesitate when she blew a fierce kick between the man's legs.

“Fuuuuuck!!” The man groaned as he rolled on the floor, wailing with his hands between his legs. 

“Sorry, my foot slipped.” Demi smirked as she followed Jordan and Lucy out the door.

“Did you get anything from them? Anything on Ona?” Lucy asked, her voice full of anger.

“No. Nothing.” Jordan shook her head, looking at the floor. 

“Fuck.” Lucy kicked the plastic bins outside the house, she was clearly losing her resolve.

“Demi, you drive my car. I’ll drive Lucy’s back to hers. Follow us.” Jordan threw her keys over to Demi.

“No. I want to go to the office. I want to see if there's been any updates.” 

Jordan wanted to argue but she thought better of it, she nodded. “Okay, but I'm driving.” 

“Fine.” Lucy whispered as she walked around to the passenger seat.

Demi and Jordan shared a concerned look. This wasn't like her, but they understood why. She was clearly going through a rollercoaster of emotions, they just felt as hopeless as her, wanting nothing more than to bring Ona home. They could see it was tearing her apart. The girl looked like she was about to lose it all.

It was silent as Jordan drove them back to the office, other than the sound of the window wipers clearing the relentless rain. She looked over every now and then at Lucy, she sighed as she saw the pain in her friend's face, she looked like she wasn't even there, a shell of the Lucy that she knew, completely lost in her own thoughts. 

She knew Lucy needed to take a break, or even a step back from the case, but she also knew if Lucy wanted something she was going to get it.

“How did you know I was there?”

Jordan jumped at the sudden voice. 

“We spotted you driving past us in the car. I knew you were heading that way, so we followed you. To give you back up… just in case.” 

Jordan flicked her eyes back and forth between Lucy and the road in front.

The brunette nodded, watching the rain drip down the window. She was thankful that they showed up, she wasn't sure if they hadn't, how it could have ended.

“Have you eaten?” The blonde asked.

Lucy shook her head. “I can’t eat.”

Jordan pressed her lips together as she came to a stop at the red traffic lights.

“Luce, you need to take a break. You can’t work like this. Let's get you something to eat, yeah?”

Lucy didn’t respond, she sighed as her thoughts were taken up by Ona.

Jordan drove for a little while more until she pulled over to grab some food for herself and Lucy. 

“Here, eat.” She placed the sandwich packet in Lucy's lap but the girl made no attempt to eat. 

Finally, they arrived at the office. The girls made their way inside, Lucy was praying that she would hear some good news about Ona, or any news.

They gathered in the meeting room, it was quiet, nobody spoke until Sarina walked in, from her face alone Lucy knew it wasn't good.

“I’m going to be straight with you all, there hasn't been any updates with Ona. I wish I could tell you more or even a different circumstance but I can’t. We do have more eyes and ears from other branches. I’m also in talks with the chief of police, who are going to help us further with the case. I think our best bet is to keep doing what we’re doing. Wait to see if Slims gives us any leads. I’ve also informed Ona’s loved ones about the situation.” 

The room was silent. Lucy could feel a few eyes on her, but she kept her gaze down.

“You’re dismissed, but please keep your phones with you in case I need to call you in. We will have an overnight team keeping an eye on any leads that may come through.”

The room started to slowly empty.

“Bronze, a word.” 

Lucy nodded, she knew Sarina was going to pull her up for her outburst earlier but she didn't care, she had nothing in her to care.

The blonde women eyed the younger girl as it became only them left.

“I’m so sorry this has happened, Lucy.” 

Lucy looked at her superior.

“I know you and Ona are close, maybe closer than just partners. So, I can’t imagine how you're feeling, but I need your head straight, Bronze, not for me, but for Ona.”

Lucy knew she was right, but words were so much easier said than done.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop. It's nothing.” She smiled softly at the brunette.

“Go home. Eat, shower, sleep. I need you ready in case anything comes up.”

“Yeah, I'll try.” Lucy gave a sad smile.

The older woman wanted to assure Lucy that it was all going to be okay, that Ona was going to come back, but she knew she couldn't promise that.

The older woman patted Lucy on the back, walking out with her.

Lucy drove home, though she didn't remember doing it. She walked inside her house, but it didn't feel like hers. She looked at her phone, she had countless missed calls from her mum, dad and brother, they had obviously seen the news, but she had nothing in her to speak to them, she couldn’t. 

She slowly walked over to her front room slumping on the sofa, it felt like her body was made of lead. Her muscles and bones ached, but from what? She hadn't done anything, but the pain in her body swept over her all the same.

She felt like she was sinking, like her chest was  filling with sand, her rib cage becoming tighter with each breath she desperately tried to take, but never getting the air that she needed. She grabbed the closest pillow that she could, squeezing it to her chest, trying to feel herself, ground herself. She felt like she was in a hot fever dream, maybe she was? Maybe this was all just a nightmare and she hadn't woken up yet.

Maybe she was still in bed with Ona, stroking her naked back, smiling as the smaller girl giggled from Lucy's touch. Laughing as Lucy grabbed her in a tight hug, both their naked bodies warm against the other. 

Maybe she would wake up and they were at her parents house, laughing at Lucy's baby pictures. Maybe if she woke up she would be at that Spanish restaurant that Ona liked, finding out more things about the younger brunette. 

If only she could wake up and see Ona’s freckled morning face again, her fingers tangled in her hair as she made love to her over and over again. Her heart pounding as Ona barely whispered her name as she coaxed her to another orgasm, her legs shaking around her waist as they lost themselves in each other.

Lucy screamed into the pillow, it hurt. The tears then followed, the tears were blinding, she couldn't see, she couldnt breath. She screamed again, this time she definitely ripped something, but she didn't care. Her mind kept going blank, her head felt heavy, like she wasn't even able to hold it up, it felt like everything was shutting down. Her lungs, her eyes, her brain, her thoughts, it all felt too hard for her body to take. 

She woke up a couple hours later, she didn't even realise she had fallen asleep, she must have passed out. The pain in her head ached, it felt like she was hungover, her throat was dry, a metallic taste rose up her throat, her stomach was in knots and her hands were shaky. She forced herself to the kitchen, but she couldn't bring herself to eat. She showered, but for at least 10 minutes she just stood there, the luke water hitting her skin. 

As it got later Lucy tried to sleep. She laid in her bed, she closed her eyes, trying her hardest for her body and mind to rest. But of course it was no use. She tossed and turned in her bed. Her head was all over the place, all she could think about was Ona, her screams were cemented in her brain. She felt sick again. She needed air.

Lucy found herself driving around the city of London. The usually busy streets were a ghost town apart from the odd night dweller, or the bin people collecting the mountains of rubbish from the bars and pubs. She drove over tower bridge, taking in the bright lights of the city. It reminded her of the night she took Ona to the spot by the river, when it was her first week at the firm. She could still see Ona’s bright brown eyes twinkling as she took in the sight. 

Before she knew it she was parked outside the office. She glared at the grey building, the sky becoming a little lighter as the sun began to rise, the birds singing their morning songs. She walked up the steps, letting out a deep sigh. She didn’t know why she came here, it was like she was on autopilot. She knew she didn’t want to go home, maybe being here felt closer to Ona. 

She walked through the dark office space, she spotted LJ sitting at a computer, the bright glow from the screen on her face, she looked tired. 

“Hey, Luce.” She whispered. 

“Hey.” 

LJ didn’t seem shocked to see Lucy, it wasn’t the first time Lucy had slinked into the office when she couldn’t sleep. The older brunette was glad she didn’t question her on it.

Lucy leaned next to LJ, looking over the screens. The younger brunette was watching over any footage in the proximity of Ona’s house, looking for any vehicles or activity that looked suspicious. There was also a smaller screen to track Ona’s phone, the last place being tracked wasn’t far from her home, but since the last call they hadn’t been able to trace it again. 

“Any updates?” 

LJ sighed as she leaned back, Lucy heard a few of her bones cracking at her movements. 

“No, nothing. Well, one black van. I followed camera footage until it no longer was being picked up. I ran the number plate and now I'm waiting for the van company to get back to me.”

Lucy nodded. She walked over to her desk, her hand gently gripping Ona’s chair. She smiled to herself at how neat the Spaniards desk was compared to her own. 

She let out a deep sigh as she sat at her computer, opening up the files on the case that involved Slims. Half an hour later she was scrolling through the names of the men that were connected with the case. She wondered if she could find their properties and ‘question’ them. 

The older brunette stared out the window, the sun was just staring to make the clouds orange. The streets of London starting to wake again, 

She heard LJ groan and stretch from across the room, tiredly getting up from her desk, and heading to the toilet. Lucy gave out her own yawn, and made her way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. She put the kettle on and instantly zoned out, staring at the water as it began to boil through the glass. Her bitten finger tips unconsciously migrated to her mouth, biting the already bloody nail beds. The brunette was in her own world, lost in thought, once again feeling hopeless. Feeling sick.

Ona of course clouded her brain, she wondered if the girl was okay, she wondered if she had been fed, she wondered if she had been left somewhere, had she been hurt? Or worse. She felt her eyes pricking with heat again, threatening to let her tears spill over. 

The high pitched screeching sound of the kettle started ringing in her ears, bringing her back to the present. 

The kettle came to the end of the boil, the bubbles slowly calming down to a simmer. She looked up as she faintly heard the sounds of what sounded like the office phone ringing but then ended. She continued to make herself and Lauren a cup of coffee. 

The younger brunette was still away from her desk as Lucy placed the hot mug on her coaster, that's when her eye caught the red dot, blinking on the screen. 

It was Ona’s phone.

Her heart jumped in her throat, the small red dot was flashing across the map. She pressed a couple of buttons and was given the address. She could tell the location wasn't the city, it was easily a 40 minute drive, maybe 30 if she rushed and used her police lights through the town. She hurriedly took her phone out of her pocket, taking a picture of the location. 

She grabbed her jacket as she ran out of the building, but not before she stopped at the armoury room.

[insensiblelimerence]

Traveler ➹

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

Synopsis: You were supposed to know better, but here you were, maybe two hours max from turning. What about the life you were going to have? The life you could’ve had with Ellie?

Warnings: character death, angst, swearing, mentions of blood, descriptions of murder, weapons, apocalyptic events

I wrote this like two years ago and decided fuck it why not get this out of my horde of drafts?

UNEDITED. 18+ MINORS DNI.

That all seemed fucking stupid as you stare at the bite mark on your forearm, pupils glued onto it as you dropped the gun in your right hand.

How did you not notice..?

Ellie came in, trying to look over slowly as she noticed your gun on the floor.

“you look like hell. are you okay..?”

You quickly turn to her, a panic-stricken look to your face. you chuckle as you roll down your sleeve.

“it’s nothing,” you say.

“nothing at all.”

she frowns at your now bleeding blue jacket, looking from your sleeve and back at you.

“no way did you try and stitch yourself up again.” she jokes.

you give an awkward smile. “yup.. y’know me, always stitching myself up!”

she walks over to you quickly, grabbing your arm. she sighs, starting to pull up your sleeve. “let me see how you did, if you did it all jagged i swe-“

“stop!” you pull your arm away, adjusting your sleeve “i.. i think i saw someone out there, we.. we should go.”

“we’re in ass nowhere, there’s nobody nearby.”

you shake your head. “no, no i swear I saw one!”

she gives you a knowing look, before its your turn to sigh as you slowly take off your backpack. guess you two were staying here for the night.

—

half an our has passed. you can feel her eyes boring into your back as you doodle on the worn wood with a rock. you know you should tell her… but…. it’ll be hard.

ellie has already lost so much, and you want to protect her for as long as you can.

the sun has set by now, and you lean against the staircase.

you glance at ellie repeatedly, who hasn’t moved from her criss cross position on the floor. she makes eye contact with you, before rushing at you.

“holy shit!” you shout. she grabs your arm, pulling up the sleeve as you fight back. “ellie stop! you’re hurting me! what if you pull the stitch!”

it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. the dried up mark pulsed on your arm, veins haywire. she stares at the bite mark with a blank face, her eyebrows furrowing. “are you fucking serious.”

you try to speak, but nothing comes out. your hand reaches hers, as you attempt to slowly pry her fingers off. when you touch hands, she suddenly explodes.

“why didn’t you tell me?!” she yells. “when did you get this?? do you not trust me?!”

the questions flood your head, and you feel dizzy. you stumble against the floor, tears pooling at your eyes.

“i’m sorry.”

“when did you get it?!” she repeats, shaking your arm.

just before you two got in the safe house, when you killed those clickers.

“i… i don’t know. i only saw it when we got in the house.”

her gaze softens, the grip on you loosening. she’s silent now. uncomfortably silent.

she lets go of you, but doesn’t move.

“when… when did you plan on telling me?”

“soon, i swear. i-“

“were you gonna just run away and kill yourself or what?! why couldnt you have fucking told me! i could have helped you! i could’ve- I-“ she chokes on her words, falling to her knees.

she hugs you tightly, cradling you slowly as if you were fragile. “i can’t lose you. not you too…”

you shiver against her breath as warm tears fall onto your shoulder. “we could.. we could amputate it. my arm, i mean.”

she lets go, gently taking off your jacket and inspecting your arm. “no use.” she says coldly, dropping both your arm and hers. you look at her, only for her not to look back.

“look, ellie i-“

“if you want me to do it i wont.”

“what?”

“i cant shoot you. even if you killed everybody i know i could never shoot you. i… i fucking said it. fucking embarrassing am i right..? i could never do it.” she rambles as she looks to the side.

ellie looked so god damn pretty right now. the moon glimmering in the window framed her face perfectly, as if she was sculpted by the gods herself.

you grab her face with your bite-free arm. even if she couldn’t get infected, you would never.

you look at her lips, and then her eyes. then her lips again. she stared at you gently, tears glossing her eyes. you kiss her softly, the feeling of her chapped lips against yours filling your heart with joy. you had waited so long to feel her lips, to feel them against yours. you had just wished it was under different circumstances. you let go, and she leans into you for more, but you stand your ground.

“i know you just said you cant,” you say quietly. “but neither can i. so someone needs to, y’know?” you chuckle.

ellie looks at you in shock. “what?” she feels the cold metal against her palm, and looks at the gun you slid into her hands. she glances back up. “no, no.. i…” she shakes her head. “i can’t, you know i can’t.”

you smile slowly. “i’m too much of a pussy to do it. we both know this. and if i have to go this way, i’d only want you to do it.”

you scoot back a little, so you rest against the stairs once more. she’s standing up now, towering over you as the gun lay limp in her hand.

“do it for me, ellie.” you murmur softly, refusing to make eye contact.

your gun shakes in her hand, and she swears she can feel the leftover warmth of you touching it. its now aimed at your head as you continue to smile at her.

“i can’t.”

you frown. “please.”

she’d never seen you beg, and realized it would be the last. you want it to be her. you want her to do this one last favor. and she’d be damned if she never did anythung for you in your last moments.

“i love you.” you whisper.

she looks away, biting her lips.

“i love you too.”

—

she picks up the blue stained jacket, gently wrapping your gun in it before packing it into her bag.

she grabs your limp body, huffing as she leaves the house with you in her arms. she reaches the door, glancing at the blood splatter against the wall of the staircase. she should have known. she thought to herself. you would have gushed about how beautiful the house must have been before the outbreak. she turns, leaving as she silently swears to never set foot in that house again. not while your blood soiled the floral wallpaper.

you two were going to go to this farm that dina had promised was amazing. jj and dina were waiting for you two. waiting for you to excitedly run to jj the second you got in the house, getting to meet the new baby. watching you gush about how cute he is and refuse to take your eyes off him. to finally be at peace.

she walked for a bit, before finding a patch of tall grass and moss, next to a fallen tree. the moon’s light gave it an ethereal feel to it. you would have loved to see this.

her grip tightened on you. she didn’t want to let go. as much as she wishes she could just easily lay you down and walk away she just couldn’t. she always couldn’t do something. she couldn’t ride a bike. she couldn’t swim. she couldn’t save you.

she couldn’t shoot you.

but she did.

so,

ellie gently laid you on the forest ground, taking off her coat and placing it over your face. she couldn’t look at you anymore. not without falling apart.

she backs up, staring at you one final time.

“see ya later i guess..” she chuckles. she feels her nails digging into her skin, tears crawling down her face. her clothes didnt feel right anymore. they felt itchy, uncomfortable, wet. only wet because of your blood of course. the redness on the hem of her shirt was suffocating, the coppery smell sending her into an internal fit.

it doesn’t matter what she can’t do. its now what she will do. and what she will do is kill abby. abby’s to blame. she’s the cause of this. if she never killed joel, they’d never even go to seattle. jesse wouldn’t be dead. all of this was because of abby. she couldnt kill abby she couldn’t save jesse.

she couldn’t save you.

in the end she still couldn’t.

she just couldn’t live without you.

[jacobseed]

-- Music Monday/WIP whenever day

was tagged by my beloved @imogenkol to do this and i haven't done any wip posting in a while so maybe have a couple things i've been ignoring for months lol

tagging some people that might be interested hehe: @strangefable, @firstaidspray @dollthorne @roberthouse69 @anoramactir @skyhavens @florbelles @thedeadthree @carlosoliveiraa @shellibisshe @viktorgf @auricfog @statichvm @risingsh0t @tommyarashikage @g0dspeeed @leviiackrman @confidentandgood @courtana @cryptcombat @samuelroukin @pheedraws and anyone else who is interested, i'm officially tagging you (doesn't have to be wips, can just be music monday even tho its so late)

original 2022 maxi/ghost that i still love. (obviously will be reworked and updated but i thought it was cute.)

Simon’s been holed up in the little building for a few weeks now, his wound practically healed and closed, however, Nurse Maxine insisted that he was still not fully recovered and needed a little more time. He believed her; there was a reason she was the nurse and he was the soldier. It was his restlessness that was eating away at him, telling him he needed to get back out there and help his team. 

Gaz was still healing, much slower than it had taken Simon, but at least he was walking again and in a better mood. Maxine had to chase him around whenever he was pushing himself too hard, yelling at him that he needed bed rest - that he was going to rip his wound open again. Small threats of letting him bleed out didn’t stop the man from continuing to stay as far from his cot as possible. After a few hours, she’d give up and attend to another soldier in need. 

She was an interesting woman, occupying Simon’s thoughts for longer than necessary most days, but he’s grown a new hobby of watching her as she worked throughout the dragging days. Nurse Maxine had taken to avoiding eye contact and refusing to call him anything but Mr. Riley. Her hands were gentle - which he assured himself was how she handled all her patients - even if her smiles were brief, they were warm and brought comfort to the suffering.

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another maxi/ghost bc they are all i ever think about.

"Maxi." His voice is muffled, drowned out by the ringing in her ears that wont seem to cease. "Maxi, I'm here. I've got you." Closer now, more breathless and filled with relief as if he was choking down his fear.

His figure is familiar and his warm hand flush against her cheek sends a shiver down her spine. Maxine leans into his touch for support against the spinning and noise in her head. Ghost is pulling her up onto her feet, holding her close against him as he begins moving away from the flipped vehicle he pulled her out of.

"Tell me, how serious is it?" She takes a deep, shuddering breath before asking. Her vision is blurring and the muscles in her body are losing whatever strength was left.

He shifts as he readjusts to keep her from falling. "You'll be fine. Just stay with me."

[dorminchu]

a warm place

fandom: mouthwashing genre: hurt/comfort characters: anya, curly rating: T summary: If not for the risk of opening another hole in the Tulpar she wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through his head. Jettisoning Jimmy from the airlock would mean they're down a copilot. No one else can take Curly's place.

a/n: Sort of a sequel to my first ficlet orinoco flow. I never posted it on tumblr so here ya go!

Another endless shift in the medbay. Anya works and sleeps in the same place, only leaving to feed or relieve herself. There is no approximation of day or night aboard the ship.

Curly rarely sleeps. He squirms and whimpers, bandages rasping against the sheets, haunting the walls of the Tulpar while he clings to consciousness. Helpless, if not for his crew.

She's never thrown up on the job. Not sewing up Daisuke's open wounds or when she had to amputate Curly's hands and feet and cauterize the stump via the flickering light of the medbay.

For the past few weeks it's been difficult. She can scarcely stand to be in the room when it's feeding time.

Jimmy has taken on this duty in her stead. He's stopped complaining, at least to her face. The circles under his eyes grow more pronounced and that arrogant scowl has an ugly twist. He's a ticking time bomb. Whatever impulse possessed him to act before in the cockpit hasn't abandoned him. If it wasn't for Curly, she wouldn't be alive right now.

She could tell herself she's been going along with this charade out of fear for what Jimmy might do. That some misplaced sense of guilt compels her hand. It's not untrue. He has kept his distance thus far, but he'll grow tired of being patient sooner or later.

If not for the risk of opening another hole in the Tulpar she wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through his head. Jettisoning Jimmy from the airlock would mean they're down a copilot. No one else can take Curly's place.

Besides, it's not just the three of them. Anya has the others to think about. Daisuke is too sweet to grasp the bigger picture. He doesn't deserve that burden. Swansea has only held his tongue for his sake, perhaps hers, if she is self-indulgent enough to allow herself this notion. Once she goes, Swansea will not hesitate to do what he deems right. It'll be easier to stomach if Curly does not witness the mutiny's barbaric resolution. The seeds of it have blossomed under his inaction. He's a sensible man. He must have guessed this was inevitable, the four of them picking at one another for wont of anything better to do—and Jimmy, the aggrieved ringleader, slave to his own impulses.

Before they ran out of rations, she and Curly were making steady progress. Curly's been well enough to write. Despite his condition his cognition is mostly intact. Even under the haze of painkillers he could use a pen with her guidance and his stump of an arm. Monosyllabic answers, jagged penmanship, but it's more than she expected. His reliance on stoicism is becoming his own detriment. Does he reflect on the universe's cruel sense of irony as often as she does? Did he ever stop to try before the accident? What kind of nurse would demand an answer, even if it's untrue?

Whatever conflict rages inside of him, she won't live to make sense of it. From their prior psychiatric evaluations he does not strike her as a man prone to holding grudges. It's a matter of pride. The type to keep quiet about his true feelings and simply go down with the ship as a last resort. If she were Jimmy, perhaps, he'd let the mask slip.

The more optimistic side of her assumes Curly would have put them all in cryostasis, given the opportunity. But that would mean acknowledging Jimmy as a loose cannon. Capable of harm. To go against the wishes of their employers in the face of a crumbling company would certainly put a damper on his chances at a promotion. That's Jimmy's influence talking. The sleep deprivation. The hunger and the months of isolation bleeding together until the line between paranoia and pragmatism is indistinguishable.

Curly was caught off guard. An honorable man disarmed by an act of senseless incongruity. His better nature has damned them all. Her silence and Jimmy's desperation have damned them all. Jimmy's been itching to finish what was cemented before he entered that cockpit. Jimmy is too simple and narcissistic to analyze himself beyond his own self-satisfaction. Eager to latch onto a man like Curly, honorable and falliable, the perfect patsy. Jimmy is an ideal co-pilot, not for his charm and qualifications on-paper, but because no captain in his right mind would grant him their seat.

Of course, Pony Express makes no distinction between remorse and culpability. The painkillers are going to run out before the rations. Or she'll make a mistake, and then Jimmy will have his final say. If she survives that long.

The portable safe under the spare bed is her trusty companion. Anya doesn't manage to sleep without it. Out of habit, she opens the lid. The revolver glints in the warmth of a synthetic sunset, safe in its mould. Her stomach clenches on itself, restless.

The sound of his breathing, shallow and wheezy, offers little comfort. As long as he clings to life, they're safe. Judging by the amount of painkillers left, she can buy him a few more weeks. It'll have to be enough.

[mixtapedoh]

literally ran to your inbox when i saw your writing event post. may i request hoshi with autumn by niki because i like pain and can not get this song out of head for days now

omg, a fellow niki lover <3333 jen, you always have had such wonderful taste. i love the way her songs allow me to bleed.

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?

☄. *. ⋆

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, break-up word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, death imagery (don't we love angst and more angst and a dash of even more crushing angst?), barely there plot but fuck it, we ball.

olive's notes: a very interesting exercise for me! tbh, as a niki fan, i love to cast her songs as potential fic ideas, and when i hear autumn, my gut reaction is woozi, so to think about hoshi instead was a welcome challenge. hopefully i did it justice <3.

Read

You stare at those four letters, that single word, the broken sentence fragment not even deserving of punctuation until the blue light of your phone burns the impression of it into your retina in a persistence that lasts longer than your last conversation with him, just days before.

Read.

Not even four letters he had deigned to type out — some semblance of a response to your longing that you'd attempted to sever with a knife that, rusted through, meant you had to saw at that place where you deemed your attachment thinnest over and over: a back and forth motion, a seasickened sort of nausea that left you emptier than perhaps the hacking would have resulted in, had the cut been clean. But no; to all that you had spilled before him in your text (written and rewritten, drafted and thrown out, wept over, then created anew), all he could offer you — all he would give you, now — was silence. A read receipt. All your feelings still spilling out of you, pooling in shallow oceans, sales tax. Your anger, change. A transaction in the deficit. A run-up tab, a thousand I-owe-you's coalescing in just four letters, not even the ellipses of thought.

Read.

But did he?

When you fell for Hoshi all those months ago, it certainly hadn't been for his careful trepidation, or some thoughtful penchant for contemplation. It was for the lack of it, really. The way he so effortlessly swept you up — took your wary hands, and with a smile that seemed to embody the whole of him, coaxed the laughter out of you, and then following, the vulnerable, sticky truth. He liked it — liked you — he always pressed for more.

And so you'd give, and he would take. Then he'd offer, and you'd come closer to receive. Close enough to memorize the lines in his face, intimate enough to carve the worst of you into his bones.

And then work came between you, as it was wont to do. You were seeing each other in secret, of course (could you imagine what they'd say, if all the world knew?), but then people grew suspicious, an accounting of his every move including too many reports of you. So space was needed, but Soonyoung was apologetic, and you were hopeful you'd pull through.

"I love you," you'd whisper in the late night phone calls when he'd still be in his sweats and running choreography that was perfect as is.

(It wasn't right, he'd always claim. And he'd do it again and again, critiquing it over and over. Sharper. More focused. Harder. More precise. Another replay of the same, small moment. A circle that he could never claim was finished, an ideal he could never move past. It would be perfect. It had to be right. It wasn't enough if it were half-performed, it would never signify.)

"You love me?" he'd laughing, reply. Joking self deprecation, it had began, then a spiral towards something doubtful and unsure. A while yet and it began to hollow and turn cold.

"You love me?" he'd once said. "Not if I love you more."

And what if he'd stopped all together? A train crash or a too-long sustained whimper, it's silence a death.

Could you love him still, if this feeling is just aching? Could you love him if your phone calls were never picked up and only once, returned? Could you love him if you begged to hear from him and he'd go for weeks at a time without giving you a word? Could you love him if — at midnight — you texted him that it felt as though with each passing day he was loving you less, and every moment your breath was hitched in anticipation waiting for him to come home an agony of only half-living and drowning in your own insecurities and sorrow.

Could you love him if you sent it, and waited all that early morning for his reply, only for him to read it 4 hours later and not even reply?

"I'm so lucky I met you," Soonyoung had once said to you, with flowers in his hands, a bouquet of bleeding colors, a display near blinding when you looked at it head on. The assortment was so fresh, their fragrance assaulted your every sense, and the reminder of him lingered long after he was gone.

The aroma was gone, now. The savor expired, the petals wilted and sagged. You were perhaps due another fresh delivery, and maybe he'd bring it to you — every new batch of flowers less ceremonious than the last, with fewer words of endearment, rarely an explanation for all he'd done in between the death of the old set, and the replacement with something new.

Excuses rarely beget the same of their kind, and thinness only ever tried to be better, still.

. . .

He was typing.

Maybe that read receipt was still burned into your retinas. Maybe despite this offer of something, you were through.

☄. *. ⋆

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[creative-caramel-coffee]

Insignificant Injuries and Illness

Prompt: “Go back to bed before you hurt yourself.” (From Sombre Sapphics blog prompts)

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 730

Summary: every time your left alone it ends in chaos

TW: minor injury, flu, coughing

A/n sorry I havent been very active work’s been kickin my ass

It had been three days. Three days and your bed was no more interesting than it had been when you first were bound to it by your girlfriend. Sure you were tired but boredom won out. Wanda had finally left your side to bring you some more soup and once the footsteps faded down the hall you knew you had maybe five minutes to satisfy the boredom for the first time in three days.

You stood shakily and waddled over to your desk still wrapped in layers of blankets. Carefully you moved the throwing knife off your sketchbook, cursing silently as your finger brushed against the blade and blood began to bead on your fingertip. Quickly you grabbed your small pencil case and the sketchbook and were about to get back into bed when the door opened. You stilled at the sound of the door. Wanda put on a stern expression. In any other circumstances you would have found it hot. But not when you were at risk of getting yelled at.

“Go back to bed before you hurt yourself.” she said stepping into the room holding the still steaming soup on a tray with some dayquil and a glass of cold water. Knowing she would find out one way or another you sighed throwing on a devilish grin.

“Too late already did” you grin before laughing still mildly delirious from the fever. You shuffled the stuff into your other arm and held up your bleeding finger. The red bead rolling down the length of your palm. Wanda used her magic to set the soup by the bedside and take your hand in hers carefully holding it to the low light due to your headache.

“Seriously?!” she exclaimed “ i left you alone for five minuets y/n” she shook her head. You grinned

“Which is five minutes too long babe” you lent in for s kiss when she dodged.

“No. Your going to be the death of me.” she placed her hands on your shoulders and guided you back to the bed as you began to sway. “Sit here and don’t move.”

You did as she said still cradling your finger as the blood began to run down your arm.

“I wont be the death of you if I die first” you called out as she went into the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. The words caught in your throat as you doubled over on the bed and hacked up a lung. The coughs tore at your chest which heaved at each strained breathe.

“Babe? You ok?” Wanda called quickly coming back out with the med kit. She used her magic to grab the glass of water and held it to your lips urging you to take slow sips. When you finally stopped you looked up to see her concerned face.

“Sorry” you rasped eliciting another short cough. She rubbed a hand between your shoulder blades.

“No. none of that. I know you don’t feel good love. Now let me see that finger.” she held out her hand and you put your hand in hers finger outstretched. She clicked her tongue.

“You did a good job on it at least.” she chuckled and began to clean it. You hissed at the antiseptic and Wanda paused as you began coughing again.

“Your doing so well babe just a little more.” she encouraged as tears built in your eyes at the pain in your chest. When she finished putting on the red bandaid, a gift you gave her for her first Christmas with the avengers, she placed a soft kiss on-top of the patch. Using her hand on your chest she guided you back into the pile of pillows.

“You need to eat something my love. Can i feed you.” you nodded feeling slightly hungry. Carefully Wanda held the soup in her lap and used her hand to guide the spoon to your lips. After you had drained half the bowl of the godly soup your eyes began to flutter closed.

“Rest babe. Ill be here when you wake up” she placed a kiss on your heated forehead as you fell into dreamland

MASTERLIST

[dollhouse-lied]

Play thing: a self indulgent y/n william afton oneshot cause why not

AFAB reader, reader is called a "good girl", porn with no plot, blood, implied kidnapping and implied murder

Enjoy my horniness :3

He laughed, the blood trickling from your restraints slowly driving him insane. The tears rolling down your cheeks were enough to get his head hazy thinking of every little thing he wanted to do to you, every animalistic urge he was going to release onto you, and you were gonna take it. You were going to take every little bit of it, because you are SUCH a good girl, arent you? Oh, and also you dont have a choice. That is a factor.

He watched you as you struggled against the twist ties tying you helplessly and spread out on the chair, totally engrossed in your suffering.

God, he loved it.

“Oh youre such a pretty little thing, arent you?” William mused, reaching for a knife by the set up, looking at the panic in your eyes as your muffled screams begged him to stop.

He smirked. “Oh calm down doll, its not going to kill you to bleed a little bit,” he coldly replied, digging the knife into your thigh. He bit his lip slightly and flushed as you thrashed, rubbing the wound with his thumb, tracing up your thighs.

“Such a pretty thing….. shame you wont last forever.” He coldly glared. “If i could, after we were done here i would keep you as my little pet, just using you anytime and any way i wanted,” he whispered, pants tightening at the fear in your eyes.

William laughed, a bleak laugh somewhere between a giggle and a yell, and sighed. “Look what youve done to me doll, im gonna have to take this out on you, arent i?”

He looked at your bare pussy, wet with the shameful truth, that you were painfully turned on by this psychopath. He knew this, he knew you knew this, and god he loved it. You watched as he undid his pants, his smirk making you sickeningly needy. You wanted to be his pet, and he wanted to ruin you.

“Oh doll your so needy aren't you?” He mocked, forcing your legs farther apart than they were before, causing you to cry out in pain at the stretch.

He groaned quietly at the noise, aligning himself with your dripping cunt.

He grabbed your throat as he quickly inserted himself, instantly fucking you with every bit of rage he had ever felt. Your eyes rolled back, a pathetic sign that he was right about you: you were a pathetic whore.

He groaned as your vision started to blacken at the edges from his grip on your throat, your stupid noises escaping you freely as you started to black out. He noticed and quickly released, slapping you across the face as you moaned.

“Youre not getting out that easy doll,” he moaned, grabbing your hips as you tightened around his length, shaking from being used so roughly. He thrusted savagely, hitting you across the face again just to hear you shout. He laughed, breath hitching as he swore under his breath.

“Youre going to take my cum, right princess?” He mocked. When you didnt nod, he punched you across the face. “Youre going to take it like a good slut, right?” He barked. This time, you nodded, painfully close yourself.

He smiled and dug his nails into your hips, releasing into you with a groan. He slowed down, pulling out soon after, leaving you whining upon being left empty.

He chuckled, wiping himself off. “What, you aren't satisfied?” He leaned over you, grabbing at your tied wrists. Inches from your face, you felt as his other hand started gently rubbing your clit in circles. You shuddered at the touch, moans dumbly escaping out your gagged mouth. You felt his breath on your face as you moaned, watching him watch how pathetic you were.

“All this for me, huh? Might as well keep you alive, id love to do this to you every fucking day, and youd like that, wouldn't you?” He changed his speed on your clit, now moving up and down painfully slowly.

You nodded as quickly as you could, begging for him to speed up. He knew this and kept at the slow pace, moving his hand from your wrists to your face. You flinched, but instead of hitting or choking you, he rubbed his thumb across your cheek. “Your such a pathetic mutt,” he cooed, finally speeding up on your throbbing clit, causing you to shake at the desperately needed stimulation. You shouted out freely, bucking your hips, so fucking close…

And then he pulled away.

You whined in desperation, but all that warmth he had shown you had faded. He grabbed the knife from the table, but you were so lost in your own desperation that it didn't even register.

At least, not until the knife was in your chest.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CHRISTMAS WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS (headcanons)

SHAUNA

will forget to wrap your gifts until the very last minute and then spends hours wrapping , chugs a whole pot of coffee in preparation as if she bleeds espresso

her gifts are very thoughtful tho she gives the best christmas presents. shes perceptive to things you like and want, even if you don’t tell her she’ll notice if you’re eyeing something in a store while you’re out and will get it for you when you’re not looking

she can’t be fucked w christmas cookies though she’ll buy some at the store and plate them up all pretty and tell everyone she made them herself

anyway. she is passionate about the christmas tree (why does that sound dirty?) she needs the ornaments to be all in the right place and the lights to be equally distributed or else everything’s coming off and she’s putting it back on the right way

LOTTIE

NEEDS the entire wellness center to be decorated or else her seasonal depression makes her want to be chasing bitches through the woods with knives (again)

from the 5 exact same fics in the lottie tag i think we’ve all established that she can’t bake cookies even though she tries exceedingly hard

she buys all the seasonal coffee creamers that are all the fucked flavors , you’ll get in the fridge and be faced with “gingerbread candy cane sugar cookie mcgriddle subway sandwich taissa’s fresh farmed dirt” flavored coffee creamer

i can also see her getting hyperfixated on those “christmas baking championship” series , you don’t watch the show but you know everyone who’s eliminated each week by name

TAISSA

prepares a whole pot of dirt for the two of you

“I got this bucket of dirt from outside the boxing gym, it really packs a punch”

i’ll never not make fun of this bitch for eating dirt I’m sorry

anyway she probably hides your christmas presents but forgets where she hides them and then she has a little easter egg hunt for everything she bought you

you’ll be doing spring cleaning a few months later and be like oh my god look at _____ i told you i wanted this for christmas have you been hiding it???? and she’s like oh

she also has the BEST christmas songs playlist , possibly even better than van’s

VAN

if she buys you clothes they’ll be thrifted and she has this whole thing about how she doesn’t support fast fashion and at this point you’ve stopped asking for clothes bc girl keeps giving you dusty ass 60s shit and not the good kind

has old copies of all the good vintage christmas movies tho and you have movie nights with popcorn and blankets

she has a favorite peppermint scented candle that she always lights when you’re doing something christmassy, baking cookies or watching movies or whatever it may be

decorates the shop for christmas ‼️ and you help her and it’s absolutely gorgeous , she plays christmas carols all day during work

NATALIE

will probably buy you some rlly expensive alcohol tbh and you guys party like hell for christmas

will also get you something sentimental tho and act like it’s nothing when it’s everything

she’d be less into christmas than you but would be down to use it as an occasion to get lit, give you gifts, and tell you she loves you

and sex . just saying

MISTY

now LISTEN this girl goes all out

caligula has a miniature christmas tree in his cage and she reads the christmas carol to him every year

she really enjoys those little 5-7 minute vintage disney christmas shorts and will make you watch them with her because she thinks they’re so cute and funny

chip and dale reminds her of her and nat

she’s obviously chip in her mind and nat is dale

anyway

she’ll also hand make your presents, not all of them but I can definitely see her crocheting you something or smthn like that

in any case I’m going to bed my loves im exhausted and writing this before christmas bc i probably wont be active on christmas but MERRY CHRISTMAS i hope you all enjoy the holidays, thank you for reading and supporting <3