#and the second I got the determination to continue was the second I fucking broke my pen

[chrypir]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

coi su bong always saw himself crawling back to you. even in the mist of death.

“i’m pregnant.”

as if the whole world got quiet, and his drugs stopped working for a second, choi su bong found himself for the first time in a while, he felt fear.

“p-pregnant?”

it couldn’t be.

walking over to him, tears started forming in your eyes as you battled the swarming thoughts in your head.

“i told you pull out…” your voice was ever so weak, hints of fear, anger, and hatred seeped through each world.

su bong didn’t know how to respond, his whole body, finally feeling the weight of the situation as the effect of the drugs he took started fading away. you met your eyes with his, seeing how scared he looked, his eyes once filled with his playful personality of a child now looked like they belonged to an adult. “i told you to- i told you to pull out..” you choked, accidentally letting a few tears to spill. then it hit you like a truck. you were pregnant with a child in you, from the man in front of you.

you hit him. specifically his chest, feeling all of your emotions at once. you hit him, letting all the tears out. yelling at him, pushing out all of your negative emotions to him. your fear, your anger, and your excitement. “i t-told you to pull- fuck! i told you to pull o- FUCK YOU CHOI SU BONG..” you screamed, you hit, you cried, you were scared. and so was he.

without a second he hugged you. you tried pushing him off feeling all of the disgust within yourself, but he fought it. he fought the voices in your head telling you to push off. he fought the voices you were battling in your head, just to hug you. “i’m not going anywhere.” those four words had you stopping your actions. you stopped hitting him. you looked into his eyes, eyes teary, both of you. “i’m not leaving you, if you’re keeping the baby i’ll stand by your side, if you decide not to i’ll stand by your- fuck- i’ll st-“ and then he broke. all of the ‘thanos’ you saw in him disappeared. and he cried. hugging onto your body, he cried in your shoulder.

“i’m not leaving you, yeah?” he tilts your head. “i love you, i love you so much.. i’m s-sorry.. i’m so fu-“ you kiss him. letting go of all the emotions, you didn’t want to think anymore. for a moment you just wanted to do what your heart yearned for. you wanted to keep the baby. you wanted to build a household with choi su bong. your choi su bong.

as the pitter patter of the rain continued playing in the window, you both held on to each other. kissing each other, hugging each other. not wanting to let go, living off each others love. you loved each other so much. su bong was determined to take care of you and your child, at that moment his life goal was to become the best dad and your best husband. he had to achieve it. he needed to.

for you. he would do it, for you.

-

weeks turned into two months, su bong was scrapping up every job available. he quit his stupid drug antics, he stopped drinking, partying, he threw thanos away. no, no more thanos was left in him. he needed to become a new man. a new man for you.

as he came back from hours of working at the construction site, face with hints of mud, sweat here and there. he was exhausted. he was barely making ends meet with the job but he still persevered, wanting to give you and his child a life you deserved.

as he came into your shared bedroom, he looked at you. your figure on the cheap mattress, and the blanket you used, slowly thinning and short to becoming unusable. he watched you, how you had tear stains on your cheeks, each tear swept down your face due to the pain and fear of your pregnancy. reaching your face he stroke the strand of hair away from you, to get a better view. in his very own eyes, you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. every aspect of you bewitched him in every way. and here you were, carrying his very child, resting on the cheap mattress, your blanket too thin for warmth.

you didn’t deserve this life.

as su bong thought about it, he needed to make a decision for you two. pulling the cardboard card out of his pockets, he analyzes the card. it was given by a man in a suit, today as he went home through the subway some strange man came up to him, offering money as they played a game. as he looked at the card he thought to himself, “could this be.. my calling?”

looking back at your sleep full expression he felt in a battle with himself if he should take the risk. but then as his gaze got lower and landed on your belly, now slightly showing a bump. he was set.

he lowered himself to your belly. “appa’s gonna give you everything you and eomma want. i’ll make sure of it.” that was a promise he made to himself and you, including your child.

he dialed the number written on the card.

-

as the blood seeps through the fork, punctured into his neck, su bong couldn’t believe it.

he lies on the bathroom tiles, thinking, wishing that he just stayed home, wishing to be next to you in your shitty apartment.

as the black coffin boxes arrive alongside the pink soldiers he uses all his strength to escape. “no, no nono, YOU CAN’T TAKE ME, I’M STILL ALIVE, I HAVE A WIFE AND KID AT HOME, PLEASE LET ME G-“ the screams were later on quickly shut as he was taken into the black coffin.

as he used his final breaths, in complete darkness, he thinks of you.

he thinks of the life he couldn’t give, for you and your kid. holding onto his necklace, now not filled with drugs but filled with mini photos of you and him together on the beach, playing in the waves as the sun shined it’s warm colors.

and all he want to do is crawl back to your sleeping figure, the one he saw before leaving without saying goodbye.

oh how he wished to just crawl back to you.

-

heh ik its a bit angsty heh but ima make a 2nd part hehe so buckle up

[schnee-gheist]

the observersssss

Haha yeah no I can draw now so I can do the whole spider thing I was rambling on about :D

[bluewriteswoso]

Actions have consequences: part 1

Alexia Putellas x reader

Alexia has 2 rules, don’t come without permission and don’t touch what’s hers, when she leaves you high and dry one morning you decide to break both and send it to your girlfriend

Warning: smut 🔞

There aren't enough words to describe what sex is like with Alexia, she knew your body better than yourself, rather than edging you she loved me make you come again and again until you're begging her to stop.

The only exception would be if you broke one of the few rules, no touching yourself what is hers or no coming without permission, which is why when she had got you so hot and bothered this morning without a release before she left smirking, telling you she would be back later and reminding you of the rules, you decided to break them, which is something you'd rarely do.

You had tried to go back to sleep, tossing and turning but you couldn't ignore the wetness between your thighs, huffing you threw the covers off your barely covered body, stripping yourself of your underwear to leave you completely bare.

Shuffling around until you sat slightly against the headboard, you hands tentatively exploring your body, nails lightly tracing your hips as your bring a hand to your chest to your breast, pinching your nipple lightly between your thumb and pointer finger.

A small sigh leaves your lips and you continue your movements, head falling back as you close your eyes, imagining that the hands were Alexia's.

Thinking of Alexia had reminded you of her teasing this morning, you were determined to make her pay, not really caring for any consequences. You grabbed your phone, setting it on your bedside table so your full figure was in frame, the angle showing you more from a side view with the only part of you not visible being your face.

Clicking record you went back to your earlier movements although you brought both hands up to your chest, fondling your breasts as your hips raise slightly from the bed, hips rocking slowly into nothing. A particularly hard pinch had your back arching slightly as you moaned Alexia's name.

Deciding that was enough for the first video you stopped it, before texting it to the blonde along with a warning.

Make sure you're alone before you watch Mami 😉

When you saw the delivered symbol you were filled with excitement but when it was followed immediately with a read symbol you got slightly nervous. She didn't reply for 5 minutes, in that time your nerves were slowly getting worse but with the sound of your phone pinging you were brought back to reality.

Don't test me puta asquerosa.

Smirking to yourself, any ounce of nervousness washing away. You decide to start your second video, flipping to the back camera and filming your body up close, your free hand making its way to between your legs, you used two fingers to swipe through your folds for the first time, coating them in your slick as you dragged them across your inner thighs, arousal coating the skin.

You stop the video but still lazily circle your clit, the pressure enough to feel good but not good enough to come.

Sending the video to Alexia, you decide not to add a follow up text as you eagerly wait for her reply.

You weren't waiting long, merely minutes, the Spaniard sending a flurry of texts.

You are in so much trouble.

So much.

Couldn't even wait for me to get home, had to break the rules and touch yourself.

Your pussy is mine, and I will remind you zorra.

Nothing turned you on more than Alexia claiming your body, you didn't even reply as your finger sped up, quickly and precisely circling your clit. Your phone fell on the bed as your now free hand joined the other between your legs, gathering up your slick on your finger as your let it dip slightly in before removing it.

Working your finger into you, rocking it in and out as your fingers are still toying with your clit.

You continue to ignore the constant pinging from your phone, adding another finger as you fuck yourself with purpose, not caring about the consequences that will definitely follow suit.

You're so lost in pleasure, back arching off the bed and you move your hips to meet the thrusts of your fingers, you're so close to finishing, heels digging into the soft mattress below you, the room filled of sounds of you furiously fucking your fingers in and out of your cunt and your loud moans.

It doesn't feel as good as Alexia's fingers, not hitting the same spots as when she would have you pinned down and pounding you with your favourite strap but it's enough to make you come, you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, you angle your hand so you can curl your finger, hitting the right spot repeatedly until your legs are shaking and you finally let go.

You take a second to recover from the high and regulate your breathing, removing your hand, wincing when you accidentally touch your clit which is sensitive due to your orgasm.

You grab your phone to see loads of texts and missed calls from Alexia, not even having to see her to know she is not happy. Deciding to put the final nail the the coffin you take one last selfie, it cuts off just below your eyes so your mouth down to your breasts are in full view, putting you slick covered fingers in your mouth and clicking send.

Once again it was read instantly but she didn’t reply, you were kind of hoping she would because it made you feel slightly guilty for disobeying her.

You were not left pondering for long when you heard a car pull into the driveway, then a car door slam and moment later your front door slam.

Hurried footsteps made their way to your bedroom and the door was thrown open and there stood Alexia, jaw clenched as she observed your naked form in bed having just broken her rules.

You were so in for it..

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

BACK TO THE NIGHTMARES

Pairing - Jonathan Crane x Robin!fem!reader

Summary - Even though you go under the alias of Robin whilst fighting crime in Gotham. Your past catches up to you with a certain Doctor that always had a fascination for you.

Warnings - noncon!, violence, dead dove do not eat, rough sex, abuse physical and mentally, bondage.

Word count - 6.3k+

Notes - This was actually the first Cillian fanfic I wrote ages ago and idk highkey just posting it for the lolz.

The name Jonathan Crane was an open wound to you. No matter how much you would try to cover it, it would bleed back open without you noticing. 

You were an orphan at the age of 16. Your family’s tragic death broke you completely, it led to a life of deviance and crime in Gotham City. Your father had you trained in martial arts from an early age, so it benefited your unlawful acts of theft and robbery. However, you would only steal from the greedy. 

You first met Doctor Jonathan Crane when you were hardly an adult. You were arrested for robbing some rich asshole that scammed all of his workers. If only you weren’t so determined to beat the crap out of him you would have gotten away. Your lawyer told you to take the insanity plea, a major reduction of time locked away convinced you to agree with your lawyer. Worst mistake ever. You could tell he wasn’t right in the head as soon as you saw him, despite his charming face. 

When he put on the mask, your worst nightmares came to life. 

It felt like years, being under him as an experiment (even though it was only a couple of months). You fascinated him. He spent a lot of time with you at Arkham. He would tell you how you were his favorite little experiment and that he treated you so much nicer than the others. As if that was a compliment. It was dehumanizing, how he tortured you with your worst fears. To the point that he was your worst fear. You were able to fight back at him a couple of times, get a few good hits in. Despite the consequences, you didn’t regret it. 

Thankfully, The Batman saved you. Bruce heard of your story and felt sympathy for you. You never knew how ballistic Jonathan went when he got the call that you had escaped. And how he swore one day you would be underneath him again. 

Bruce wanted to help you, he felt your pain and struggles. It took you a while, but you agreed, under the hidden agenda that you would use your training to kill Jonathan. He trained you, physically and logically. Also helped you heal, enough to keep Jonathan out of your mind for most of the day. You eventually became Robin. Suit and all. 

When you thought you were ready, you snuck out of the manor. Your mind set on killing Doctor Jonathan Crane. You waited outside by the outside alleyway of Arkham, ready to pounce as soon as you saw him. When he was descending the stairs, you bolted to him. You swiftly pushed him down to the ground and hell broke loose. Punch after punch, kick after kick. You wanted him to suffer, just as he made you suffer. Jonathan tried to defend himself but couldn’t. You straddled him, the street lamp illuminated Jonathan’s eyes wide with fear, you somehow felt guilt. But you pushed that feeling aside, ready to use the final blow. 

But The Batman interfered. He pulled you off of him, a tight grip around your waist, and in a second, Jonathan was shrinking under you. The both of you landed on an exterior landing staircase and he reattached the batclaw to his belt. You shoved Bruce viciously and hissed. 

Bruce shook his head to you, as if you were a child. “I’m disappointed in you” he scolded. 

“Fuck off Bruce!” you growled. 

“I did not train you to become an executioner” he continued. “You do not decide who lives and dies” Bruce stated, leaning on the railing. 

“We both know I’m not the only person he tortured! It would be a mercy kill for the city of Gotham. You know he doesn’t deserve to live” you scoffed. You both had your points. You huffed and looked back down, he was gone. Bruce placed his hands on your shoulders, comforting you. 

“His day will come, we just need to wait for the right moment. Trust me” he reassured. 

And his day did come. Jonathan was arrested for numerous charges after his toxin exposure into the water system. You were free. Or so you thought. He disappeared after the League of Shadows incident. Bruce said he would never dare to return. You thought the same. 

Over the years, you assisted Bruce on missions, both with an agreeing mindset of making Gotham better. Your name became popular in the public eye, Batman and Robin. The vigilante’s sidekick in Gotham crime. You became obsessed with bringing criminals to justice. Sometimes you’d stay up for hours, listening to police radios waiting for something worth your time. Honestly anything was worth your time. But Bruce told you that you have to draw a line. 

Bruce was out of the country. Something had come up elsewhere, you asked to join but he gave a sly grin and said “someone has to protect Gotham”. 

Here you were again, sitting on the rooftop, the moonlight shining on you. Your feet dangled as you watched the moon, a police radio sitting next to you as you waited. You couldn’t sleep much anyways, the nightmares still couldn’t go away. That’s when it caught your eye, the Bat-Signal in the sky. You stood up immediately. Bruce forbids you from going alone. But he wasn't here, he wasn’t even in the country. This was a gray area in your agreement. Oh well, it’s probably something stupid anyways. 

You were quickly dressed and sped to the building. Adrenaline rushed through your blood. You were up there in no time. But by the time you were sneaking up to the rooftop, the light was turned off. You could hear Commissioner Gordon, yabbering about how some deviant must have snuck up to turn it on as a practical joke. You listened to him close the heavy door and sighed, climbing onto the rooftop regardless. Disappointment filled you as you sat on the ledge, overlooking Gotham. 

“What’s got you down, little one?” that familiar, terrifying voice captured your attention. Chills ran down your spine and your chest tightened. You spun around up onto your feet to see him. Jonathan Crane. Your heart raced. He was wearing his mask, he stood tall with his hands behind his back. He loved to call you little one, even after all of this time. 

“Scarecrow” you snarled, bracing for a fight. But you had to remind yourself what Bruce taught you. You also had to force your nerves to the side. 

He said your name. “You know me better than that” he said enthusiastically. Your face dropped. He couldn’t know it was you. How could he know it was you! He laughed at your frozen state. “Even though you beat me bloody that night, eyes never change” he explained, you could sense the grin on his lips. 

“So this was your plan? You want a repeat then?” you laughed, brushing off your nerves. Fists formed and jaw clenched as you waited for his move. 

“Not exactly, The Batman isn’t here to save you this time. In Prague the news broadcast shows” he mentioned, mocking ‘The Batman’.

It was impossible not to laugh. Who did he think he was?

Your feelings got the better of you. The actions of neutral good left you, your judgment clouded by your locked away anger towards this man. He was to die at your hands at this very moment, he didn’t deserve to live. Pure evil doesn’t get to walk free.  

“I’m going to enjoy this” you gritted your teeth. 

With a flash, you charged towards him and tackled him to the ground. You straddled him, ready to knock his teeth out but noticed his arm raise towards you. With a swift movement, you grab his arm and rip the fear toxic from out of his sleeve. Fuck this guy, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. You ripped off his mask and aimed the canister towards his face and released the gas. 

You breathed in the substance instantly and it blurred your sight. He tricked you. You jumped off of him and coughed intensely. The effects from the substance got to work immediately. Jonathan looked terrifying, your heart raced, body shock and anxiety felt heavy on your chest. No, you still had to fight. You yelled in anger and fear as you threw a punch at him, heart pounding in your chest and mouth hanging open. But your reflexes slowed down so much. He dodged you, effortlessly. Another attempt failed, again and again. Jonathan shoved you to the floor and you fell onto your back. His shoe pressed into your chest, keeping you down. 

“Stop, you’re wasting your energy” his voice sounded demonic. You still tried to fight him off. With a huff, Jonathan bent down and mounted you. You screamed at how close he was, there was no hallucination to his appearance. He looked exactly how you remembered and it haunted you. It was pointless trying to hide the fear he brings upon you in this state. His eyes were dark and expression was blank as his hands tugged onto your loose hair. “There, there, little one. You’re safe with me. You have nothing to fear” he cooed at you with a wicked grin as he pressed his crotch into you. 

You were frozen underneath him, you tried to move but couldn’t. Was this a newly developed substance? Or was your body in shock because of him. Your body trembled and you just wanted to call out for Bruce. With all of your strength, you hand slipped to your belt, searching for the distress beacon. Your actions went noticed by Jonathan and he smacked your hand away. He laughed as he picked up the device and threw it to the side. 

“What did I say again? The Batman isn’t here to save you this time” he mocked, his hands feeling up your body animalistically. He ordered you to sleep and for some reason you did. Falling from one nightmare to another. 

You groaned, your head was aching, but your thoughts were softened with the feeling of fuzziness. The fear toxin had worn off. Your lips were cracked dry as your head rolled from side to side. Your eyes peaked open, you lightly hissed at the bright light piercing above you. Slowly, your eyes became fully wide. You took in a deep breath as you analyzed your unfamiliar surroundings. Everything was white. The walls, counter, floor, exam table and the medical bed you laid on. You harshly blinked as you looked down at your body. A loud, uneased breath echoed throughout the silent room as you stared at yourself. You were wearing a white patient gown and your wrists and ankles were restrained to the bed. 

“You’re awake, finally” the dark voice traveled to your ears from behind. It sent shivers down your spine, knowing who it was immediately, Jonathan Crane. You took into note how his appearance has changed a bit. Just his hair cut shorter and he looked a bit older. If you saw him as a stranger on the street you would think him to be charming. He took slow steps towards you, raising the fear on your cold skin with him approaching you. His hand rested on your shoulder, almost as if to comfort you. “Now the fun can begin” the words slithered off of his tongue. You lied there frozen. Completely clueless of what was about to occur. He sat on the stool beside you and watched you like a hawk. “I had to strip you immediately you know, The Batman had a tracking device on your suit. He must really not trust you. You’ve always made dumb decisions, remember?” he chuckled, speaking casually to you. 

Anger consumed you, you struggled against the restraints and then you froze from the realization of how easy your inner thighs rubbed together. You looked down at your body, and saw your hardened nipples from the cool room poke through the thin cotton. You could feel your body prepare itself to hyperventilate. “You’re going to-” you gasped as you couldn’t finish your sentence, tears flooding your eyes. 

“No no no” Jonathan soothed, leaning closer to you. His fingers interlocked with yours. “You’re going to want me to fuck you, sweetheart” he flashed a smile. It looked pure at first glance, but the longer you stared, the quicker the evil painted over. 

“Help!” you screamed over and over again. Jonathan couldn’t help but to roll his eyes. God you were still such a fucking whiny bitch. 

Robin was gone, now you were just the broken girl that fell into his hands all of those years ago. It was shocking to see how easily broken you’ve gotten. All of this training and skills for what? You should stand strong, just take it, show no fear and pain. But you were just a girl. 

“No point in screaming. We’re not at Arkham. We’re very far away from Gotham” he sighed, looking up to the ceiling briefly. He yanked a dry cloth from the exam table and stood up. 

“Please Jonathan-” you yelped as he viciously gripped your chin and pulled your face closer to him. 

“Doctor Crane to you” he spat. But he didn’t loosen his iron grip. Your eyes were wide as he stared at you with anger. How dare you. You were not equals. You tried to nod your head against his iron grip. Once he let go you took a large gasp.

He leaned over you and forcefully shoved the cloth into your mouth. You cried, your eyes pleading with him as if it would actually make a difference. He admired the sight below him. “Look at you my sweet, all bound up” he commented, his hand trailing across your collarbones. “You thought you were fucking better than me, smarter, stronger. You dumb fucking whore. Don’t worry, I’ll show you your place. Right under me, figuratively and literally” he explained, the back of his cold hand raised to your flustered cheek. “I’m going to fix you” he said quietly. 

Your eyes didn’t follow him. You couldn’t dare to look at him. Jonathan sat back on the stool. He looked back up to you, noticing the tears slipping down your cheeks. “Oh don’t cry. You wanted to bring me down too. I just acted sharper than you. You let your emotions cloud your judgment, you only have yourself to blame” he elucidated.

He had a point. You were taught better. But you chose to react the way you did. Nevertheless, you didn’t deserve to be in this situation. 

He’s waited so long for this moment. The patience this man has had for this moment. It was all worth it. Now he has the power to break you down mentally and physically. You muffled into the rag, trying to plead with him. 

“I care about you” he randomly admitted. “Even after all this time” he mumbled slightly. It shocked you, this monster having feelings for someone other than himself? Impossible. “More importantly I care about how you feel about me” he added, leaning closer to your face. “So, I’m going to please you to show you just how much I care about you” he grinned, his hand tapping your cheek. 

You knew exactly what that meant. You aggressively thrashed your body. This couldn’t be happening, you needed to get out of here, out of these restraints. Your muffled cries echoed throughout the room. The breakdown quickly unfolded when you realized it was pointless. Your eyes squinted shut, this had to be a dream, a nightmare. You needed to remain calm, what he said was true. Your judgment was clouded by your emotions. What would Bruce do? Fuck, as if he would ever end up in a situation like this.  

You were too focused on your attempts to control your breathing to realize that your ankle restraints had been uncuffed. Jonathan pushed your ankles up, bringing your knees up closer to your chest. He reattached the restraints to a closer pole, keeping your knees at a 155 degree bend. Your gown rode up to your hips, exposing your bare pussy. That’s when you realized what he had done. Jonathan walked over to the counter, opened a draw and retrieved a pair of silver scissors. He looked back at you and gave you a wicked grin. Your head shook excessively, as if it would change anything. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since I met you. I regret not fucking you in Arkham. I was just such a workaholic I didn’t want my urges to get in the way. I thought of it as unprofessional. But I’ve become open to exploring new methods” he said slowly as he approached you. You resisted, knowing it was pointless but it was natural reflexes regardless. He towered over you, briefly admiring you before cutting the gown straight down the middle. You cried out as the last inch was snipped apart. Jonathan grinned as his large hands traveled all over your heated body. “I jerked off to you after every session” he admitted proudly, playing with your plump tits. He pushed the cut gown to the sides of your body, you were completely exposed to him, mentally and physically. “I’m going to eat your cunt out now baby” he told you with a smirk. The low tone terrified you. 

He stood directly in front of you, his body leaned over onto the end of the bed. He crawled up high enough for his upper body to easily lay on the bed. “God, you’re fucking dripping!” he exclaimed as he examined your wet region. “Is this all because of me, my sweetness?” he taunted. You refused to give him any pleasure by responding. But he was too focused on the sight of your sweet spot anyways. 

Jonathan examined your cunt. His fingers stroked your folds. You whined, shaking your restricted body in an attempt to get him to back off. He harshly smacked your pussy and you cried into the cloth. “Stop resisting” he growled, his long fingers returning to their playful manner. 

You didn’t like this, at all. However, from his touch you couldn’t help but to feel weakened. Your knees felt like jelly. The further his strokes went, the heavier your breathing got. You didn’t notice your hips flex forward to Jonathan, back arching. He grinned at your sexual response to his touch. You liked this, he knew you did. One finger slipped inside of you, causing you to groan painfully. Fuck, you were tight. Pristine tight. You cried as he finger curled inside of you. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up to you, realization glowed in his eyes. 

“Oh my” he breathed out as he analyzed your expression. He slid another finger inside of you to confirm his theory, you were a sobbing mess from this. “Oh my!” he exclaimed as he pulled his fingers out. He climbed on top of you and grabbed onto your jawline. “Did you forget to tell me something very important darling?” he questioned you, a wicked smirk on his cold lips. Your eyes swelled up, this was so humiliating. You kept your eyes low and he harshly tapped his fingers onto your cheek until you looked up to him. “Have you ever been touched? Fucked?” His dark eyes demanded an answer, his hands loosened enough for you to lower your jaw. He forgot about the cloth in your mouth from excitement. 

You could always lie, but he knew when you were lying. You shook your head, still in his grip.

“Not even by yourself?”

Another shake of the head. 

A dark laugh echoed through the room. “Fuck, do you know how arousing that sounds? Too busy fighting crime to get dicked down. No wonder you’re such a stuck up cunt hm?” he chuckled, caressing your heated cheeks.

Jonathan’s words were too overwhelming. So you just cried, face still in his grip. He comforted you by petting your cheeks and brushing your hair to the side. He couldn’t help but to feel irritated by this information as well. A sudden urge to make love to you rather than to fuck you. No, you’ll like the way he fucks you. There is no choice in the matter. When your cries became minimized he slid back down your exposed body.

“You’re going to taste so fucking devine” he commented, stroking your gushing region once more. “Your body will be so delicate to my touch. I can’t wait to explore all of these new experiences with you. If you are good and embrace my touch I’ll take it easy with you. If not, I’ll make you scream. Not in a good way” Jonathan explained as he gripped onto your outer thighs. 

You whined at the first lick, eyes rolling back as your head dug back into the bed. Jonathan quietly moaned at your sweet taste. It was everything he dreamed of and more. His lips attacked your cunt as his tongue slipped inside of you. A scream of pleasure escaped your mouth. It was humiliating, enjoying pleasure from this evil man. You harshly bit onto the cloth to avoid another muffled moan satisfying his ears. It was amazing with how quickly your orgasm was building, it had only been a couple of minutes. Your legs began to tremble and fists formed. Jonathan’s nose pressed against your clit as he viciously ate you out as if he hadden eating all day. 

He pulled his mouth away, but quickly replaced your tender cunt with the touch of his digits. Two fingers easily slipped inside of you. Muffled cries snuck out. But the deeper his fingers went inside of you, the harder it was to hide your moans. 

“You’re so close to coming already. Making me feel a bit pompous honestly” he chuckled.

You couldn’t help yourself when his fingers reached your g-spot. It felt magnificent, your warm walls squeezing around fingers. He slid in four digits, causing an awful cry of pleasure mixed with pain. You were climaxing in the worst way. Jonathan’s expression looked crazed, like he was a wild animal teasing his prey. It was a surprise that he hadn’t creamed in his pants already. You rode out your very first orgasm on his filthy fingers. Your hips naturally rocked on his fingers back and forward as you became undone. 

You felt like you were going to pass out. Nostrils flared as your body fell back into the bed, it was so fucking hard to breathe. It went unpassed as he untied all of your restraints. Your eyes squeezed shut from exhaustion and embarrassment. You rejected the thoughts of you enjoying the assault, enjoying Jonathan’s touch. 

Your bloodshot eyes opened again when you felt Jonathan climb on top of you. His covered erection poked your thigh as he watched your manner. But his eyes locked onto your gagged mouth. He gently pulled the cloth out of your mouth. You gasped for air, chest raised. 

“Hm, I’ve kissed your pussy before your mouth” he grinned. It was a foul joke. It made you physically gag which he didn’t like at all. He ordered you to kiss him. 

You whimpered at the pain of your sore jaw. But he was gentle with you, his tongue slipped in and lower lip massaged yours. It felt nice, relaxing to feel his touch in this manner. He caressed your breasts as his lips nipped your neck. You let out a soft moan and pressed your body against his, arms wrapped around his upper back. It felt like bliss, the comforting touch to your sensitive body. Your bodies molded together, his breathing was by your ear as you felt your soul leave your body. It felt too good to be true. That’s when you realized it was. You were being physically and emotionally vulnerable with your assaulter. Your body tensed and he noticed immediately. 

“What is it?” he questioned, sounding concerned to the slightest. He stared into your teary eyes, the back of his hand softly stroked your cheek. His free hand lowered to your stomach in an attempt to comfort you.

You regretted it immediately. The action went without a thought. You just saw an opportunity and didn’t think of what the consequences would be. The slap echoed throughout the room and it was followed by complete silence. It was a surprise that you even had the strength to land the hit. You laid frozen as his head remained in the position your hand forced it to. If anything, it was your opportunity to escape. But that slap had used all of your strength. Slowly his dark eyes turned to you, his thighs keeping you trapped underneath him. You stared back at him in fear, waiting for his fury. He backhanded you, again and again. A last gasp for breath left your lips as his hands wrapped around your throat. You struggled underneath him, your face quickly turning red in the process. His expression was emotionless as your fingers dug into his hands, forearms, anything to break the grip. 

“Fucking ungrateful bitch” he growled. “You know, I was going to be nice and wait to fuck you until tomorrow. I thought it would have been a kind gesture to give you some recovery time since, being a pure virgin and all. But you’re just a bit of a fucking brat now aren’t you? Unfortunately I’ll just have to show you my rough side as well” he snarled to you. 

It was a lie, he was going to fuck you today regardless. It was just amusing to fuck with your mind. Your vision became blurred and your hands fell to your sides. He let go of his grip and you gasped for air. His hands quickly gripped onto the sides of your head, his fingers tugged roughly at the roots of your hair. 

“Apologize to me” he spat his demand.

“I’m sorry!” you cried. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I wasn’t thinking straight” you cried your explanation. The apology was genuine but that didn’t satisfy him. 

“Show me you’re sorry” he ordered. You blinked as you processed his words. You tried to move your head closer to his but his fingers pulled your hair back. You winced as you figured you had to work harder to kiss him. Jonathan watched your frustrated and distressed look as you tried to press your lips against his.

“Please let me kiss you” you begged. He chuckled, and let go of your hair. You kissed him desperately, your tongue slid into his mouth. He didn’t like it at all. It felt way too forced by you. Jonathan pulled away and slapped you. 

“You’re trying too hard baby. It’s rather embarrassing” he laughed. “Now, don’t make any rash decisions as I fuck you. Despite my pleasure, I think you’d prefer not to be drugged into a state of  paralysis”. 

Jonathan stood up on his knees, you being trapped underneath him. He towered over you as he began to unbutton his shirt. His eyes did not drift away from yours as he dropped the shirt to the ground. Skin as pale as ghost and had little body fat and muscle definition. It was confusing how easily he could overpower you, drugs you’d guess. “Is there any fantasies on how you want to be fucked little one?” Jonathan teased. 

“No” you spat. 

Jonathan hummed as he slid off the bed. Your lower region was still raw from your orgasm. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He pushed down the clothing enough for him to pull his cock out. A cry left your sore lips. His size was much bigger than you’d imagined. Maybe it was just an illusion, his cock just looked bigger because of his small size. Stroking his cock Jonathan ordered you to turn to your side. You buried your head into the bed as you turned your body away from him. 

He pulled your hips towards him, his cock rested by your entrance. You whimpered at the feeling of him against you. He caressed your ass a little bit as he lined his cock up. “This is going to hurt, a lot” he warned you with zero care. With one forceful thrust, he was completely inside of you. It wasn’t an illusion, he was as big as you thought. The inside walls of you cunt ached as it stretched around him. It was instinct for you to scream and it was diabolical for Jonathan to enjoy your sounds of agony. 

You wanted to thrash out, attack him. But you knew the consequences, how easily he would be able to restrain you. And you didn’t wish to know what torture he would bring upon you. So instead you just laid there crying with him watching you, your fingers curled into the fabric. Jonathan’s grip on your hip tightened as he began to thrust viciously. He popped your cherry quickly, your blood coated his cock and he thought that it was a heavenly sight. He stared at the back of your head as his balls smacked against your core. 

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you” he ordered, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. You did as he said and turned your head back. His mouth fell open as you two stared at one another. “How does it feel? Losing your virginity in this state? I bet you feel like a dirty little whore. Good, because you like this, I can feel your cunt clench around me. You’re dripping darling” he pointed out, you were. The thrusts became easier because of how wet you were from this. 

His finger drew blood for your hip as his thrusts continued at the same quick, rough pace. He analyzed your expression, noticing your eyes trying not to roll back and jaw lowering open. “Are you about to climax again darling?” he asked with a grin, he could feel it. You shook your head, not wanting to believe it yourself. A harsh smack landed on your bruised hip causing you to yelp. “Don’t lie baby” he warned in a low voice. 

“Yes!” You cried out. Jonathan laughed at how easy it was to unfold you.  

“Don’t let me hold you back. By all means, come!” he commanded, slapping your ass in the process. 

Quickly after that, you followed through with his command. You cried out, eyes completely rolled back, mouth panting for air, chest tightened and body falling numb. Your head fell back as you rode out your orgasm on Jonathan’s cock, hips rocking in rhythm. 

“The little virgin really must love my cock” he noted. 

“Please- stop. I-” you were lost for words. Could he blame you? Two orgasms in a row when you’ve never even attempted it before? Jonathan chuckled darkly at your request. 

“Darling, I’m not even close to finishing. You’re just going to have to hold it out. Maybe we should see if I can get a few more in?” He smirked and you shook your head. 

You couldn’t do this, you’ve had enough. You twisted your body back in an attempt to push him out of you. He reacted quickly and climbed on top of you. His cock slipped out as he grabbed onto your chin. His eyes gave you a warning not to disobey him as he realigned his member. With an easy push, he was back inside of your sweet canal. He bit your neck roughly as he found the right angle to fuck you. You moaned, he felt so fucking good and you hated it. 

Jonathan stared at your expression. Fear mixed with pleasure. It was the ultimate combination. He kissed you passionately, his tongue sliding down to your throat. You tried to fight him off with your own tongue but it was no use. You didn’t notice your arms snaking around his back to hold him close to you, as if he’d leave at any moment. 

“You like this” he taunted. You ignored his words and just focused on him fucking you, feeling yet another orgasm building up inside of you. But then he stopped fucking you all together. His cock slipped out of you and you frowned at him. You almost asked as to why he had stopped. Has he finished? “If you want me to continue fucking you, you’ll ask me nicely” he explained, a sly look on his face. 

You laughed weakly, he wasn’t serious? Why would you want him to continue? But then he rubbed your clit and you knew why you wanted him to continue. Humiliation was such a turn on. You cried, your chaotic thoughts were too much to unpack. Why would you even dare to ask him to continue? But you were already so close again and the discomfort in your core was becoming unbearable as he rubbed you just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to push you over. 

“Don’t feel guilty about your pleasures Y/N. Your body betrays your mind, it’s so fascinating isn’t it? The relationship between the mind and body. There’s no point in fighting it. Just embrace it, embrace my touch” 

His words felt like bliss. He was so smooth tongued. It was true, you did enjoy this, well your body did at least. What was the point in fighting? You had already lost to him. 

“Please” you whimpered, keeping your head low.

“No” his reply was blank.

“Please!” you sobbed, head shooting up to look at him. Your eyes screamed desperation and irritation.

“Please what? Please Doctor Crane fuck me? I’m such a pathetic greedy little slut that wants to come again?” His words were a slap to the face. It was as mortifying as you thought. 

“Yes that yes!” your response was quick. “Please- I want, I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you inside of me” you said overwhelmed. You were whimpering a lot, your hips rocking on his thumb.  

Jonathan watched you rub yourself on him and bit his lip. “Oh, you really are a fucking slut. But you’re my slut. You’re mine. But I think you know that already. You’ve always known. Don’t you?” He grinned. You hummed and nodded your head. You shrieked when he pinched your clit. “Use your words girl!” he growled. 

“Yes! I-I’m yours!” you answered. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your mouth trembled.

“Oh you make me want to come so hard. I want you to hold it out. Can you do that for me baby? Wait for me so we can come together” he grinned as he lined his cock at your entrances, brushing against your wet folds. You nodded your head in agreement. Whatever, whatever he wanted. 

The force of his thrusts was like a jackhammer. For a man his size, he sure had stamina. Your foreheads pressed together, fingers interlocked and your legs weakly wrapped around his waist. It terrified you because you came before him. You just couldn’t help yourself. But he didn’t stop so you rode out your high as best as you could. You knew he was about to come undone. Both of your hips locked forward at the same time. Jonathan groaned loudly as you clenched against his shooting cock. His eyes squeezed shut as he held you tight and head flung back. His thrusts came to a sudden stop, his cock completely inside of you, his load spurting deep inside of you. With a few more softer thrusts, Jonathan pulled his soaked cock out of you. 

He let out a satisfied sigh. “I told you it wouldn’t be considered rape” he reminded you expressionless, not even breathless unlike yourself. 

You broke down, unable to control your emotions. You were a sobbing mess. Surely he’s drugged you with something else, right? But the gut feeling inside of you told you otherwise. Too many conflicting thoughts were fighting with each other. After watching you for a quick moment, he got off of you and fixed himself up, redressing himself and combing back his damp hair from all of the sweat as you laid there helpless. There was the opportunity that you tried to make a run for it, but the success rate was at minimum at this point. 

The Doctor went over the sink and ran a cloth under warm water. Ringing out the water, he walked back over to you and began to clean you up, completely ignoring your state of distress. Aftercare was the least of your expectations. He left your cunt till last. His fingers pressed up against the folds of your entrance. A mixture of your fluids oozed out.

“What a sight” he murmured to himself. 

You whined and hissed as he cleaned your raw, swollen, abused cunt. When he was done, he chucked the cloth into the sink and climbed back onto the bed next to you. You silenced yourself, expecting him to make another attack on you. He watched over you quietly and you weren’t sure what to do. It was like he was a crazed monkey waiting to snap.

“You’re still such a good girl for me” he cooed as he planted soft kisses all over your heated skin. The memories of your history filled his mind. There was a passionate kiss shared between you two, the type that doesn’t show desire but shows romantic intimacy. You kissed him back gently, it felt nice and you hated it. Jonathan pulled away and wiped your tears. “You still know your place. Mhm, you took my cock so well baby. I’m so proud of you little one” he praised as he groped your tits. “God, who knows, I might just fall in love with you” he laughed softly, kissing you once more.

[soap-ify]

i was wondering if you could write Price praising/body worshipping his girlfriend (the reader) for being so good even when he gets home from a mission? ᰔ She’s been so good waiting for him to get back and always listening to him in bed, he missed her so much and wants to thank her for everything she always does

instead of him coming home and crashing he’s so happy to be back with her and praises her endlessly while fucking her so good !

oh price would just be the sweetest!

cw — cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, soft sex he's so in love, subtle religious imagery.

this mission was a brutal one, grotesque images simply etched onto price’s head as he opened the door of his house, his mood nothing short of foul. that was until he smelled the comforting scent of his home and you that his mind started to clear a bit, features softening up out of pure adoration.

oh, you. he could never be less grateful, just so enamoured by how dear you were. quickly undoing his boots and putting them aside, he marched towards the bedroom, fully determined to thank you properly for waiting for him.

ending up in between your legs while he kneeled on the ground with all your clothes scattered besides him, he didn’t even let you greet him properly after you saw him, silencing all your worried questions with his mouth that was busy with your cunt, his tongue dragging up and down your sensitive clit deliberately slow while applying just the right amount of pressing, two thick fingers gently thrusting in and out of your warm hole, curling up inside to hit that sweet spot that made you moan oh so deliciously.

“been so good f’me, hm? such a sweetheart, always doing an amazing job taking care of everything while m’gone for work.” he mumbled and pulled away for a second, letting you catch a glimpse of his beard glistening with your wetness, those blue eyes of his half open and soft, looking at you so fondly.

he hated leaving you all alone in this house in agonising suspense whenever he’d be gone for missions, even after all the promises he’d make of coming back safe to you, promises he never broke. still, all the time away from you was simply torture. he needed to make it up to you, show you how lucky of a man he is.

diving back into your cunt, his fingers continued to thrust into you while his mouth latched onto your clit, gently sucking onto it until you came apart on his fingers, letting him patiently taste you up, the moans leaving your lips sounding nothing less than the songs sung by angels.

“oh, john…” you breathed heavily softly, your orgasm leaving your body feeling tingly, eyes looking down at price who was still on his knees, beginning to press soft kisses on your thighs now, moving down to kiss both your knees and calves, kissing you over and over, mumbling sweet praises to you — he adored and worshiped you as if you were his very goddess, which you were. he’d even get on the ground and kiss it to show how much you meant to him, how you are the holy light comforting the filthiness etched within him.

“you’re beautiful.” the smile adorning his lips made your heart skip a bit, watching him get up on his feet once more before climbing on top of you, gently easing you down onto the mattress. “i love you. fuck- i love you, sweetheart.” with a groan, he moved down to press some more kisses on your neck, making you feel the rough edges of his beard scratching your skin. “can never tell you enough of that, y'know? never.”

he nearly melted right there and then when he felt your fingers gently scratching his scalp, your breathing soothing his nerves. “my baby, i love you.” he just couldn’t stop repeating it, it almost hurt. he didn’t deserve you, didn’t deserve someone so perfect who was still willing to put up with a wrecked mess like him hidden beneath all that sternness.

“i love you too…” your voice came out quiet yet assured, brimming with nothing but pure love.

soft rustles of clothes could be heard as price got rid of his own a bit too eagerly, eyes fixed on you. “oh, fuck.” he grunted under his breath once his hand held the base of his cock, all girthy and already leaking almost pathetically. he gently tapped the tip of his cock on your puffy clit a few times, grinning at the little whine that escaped you before he finally aligned it against your tight hole, gently pushing it into your cunt. your warmth enveloped him, his hips stuttering just a bit once he was overcome with emotions, poorly hiding them.

“my sweet, sweet love.” slowly caging his strong arms around your head, he felt your legs wrap around his hips while he began to slowly thrust his girthy cock into you, fully pressed down on you. your hands dug into his back while his face was aligned with yours, giving him the perfect chance to press loving kisses on your forehead and nose.

his embrace felt like a prayer of its own, his thrusts not losing their momentum despite his body aching to go a bit faster. no, not today. it was all about you today, to give you all the gentle love he held deep within him. you could feel his bushy happy trail rubbing against your clit, making it a bit achy in a good way. he probably didn’t have time to trim it properly during deployment, and oh were you grateful.

“j-john, feels so good.” you moaned blissfully into his ear, pleasure coursing through every fiber of yours, your walls clenching around him with every kiss he gave to your face, drowning your moans once he pressed his lips to yours.

it wasn’t long until your orgasm came crashing down on you once again, washing over you pleasantly while you drenched his cock. he twitched inside you, grunting as his arms came down to wrap around you and pull you impossibly close, his head burying into your sweaty neck while he continued to fuck you until he felt his balls tighten, filling you up with his warm cum.

he wasn’t willing to get away from you after that, running you a warm bath and washing you while he kissed your tits, hands massaging your thighs with the foam of the soap, the sweet aroma of lavender lingering in the bathroom, both of you fully content.

[bellaxgiornata]

How Much Did You Miss Me?

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 3k [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; smut, f!masturbation, cocky Jax and his filthy mouth, somewhat rough sex (kinda, not really), porn with minimal plot, unprotected sex

Summary: While Jax is on a protection run, you're desperate to ease some tension so you can fall asleep. But when he unexpectedly returns early, he's determined to prove he's better than your toy.

a/n: This is pure filth. All of it. I was writing some soft!Jax smut and was struck with the need for something with a cocky Jax, so this interrupted that and fell out of me really quick. Newer to this fandom, but if you'd like me to tag something not listed above, let me know. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

You hated nights like tonight. Nights when Jax was out late doing a protection run with the club and you were left alone in your apartment.

You especially hated nights like tonight when you couldn't seem to ignore that damn incessant ache between your thighs no matter how hard you tried. You knew you’d never get to sleep tonight if you didn’t get rid of it, but all you wanted was Jax–his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Right now you craved any part of him, but he was probably hours away on his bike and you were here with nothing but your damn vibrator.

Head nestled amidst the pillows of your bed, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as the repetitive buzzing noise drowned out the sound of anything else in your apartment. You were focused on the pleasure steadily building in your body as your mind desperately tried to conjure up images from the last time you'd been with Jax two mornings ago. Holding tight to the memory of him lazily fucking into you while half awake from that other morning, you desperately attempted to chase your release just so that you could relax enough to finally go to sleep tonight.

Teeth biting down on your lip, you could feel that intoxicating sensation gradually growing stronger within you. You were getting closer, inching nearer and nearer as that wave of pleasure crept its way up your spine. Keeping your focus on the memory of Jax with your legs tossed over his shoulders, his large hands holding your ankles firmly in place as he slowly rolled his hips into you, your back arched along the bed as the pleasure continued to build. You were so damn close now.

But the sound of a familiar deep, rumbling chuckle broke through the moment. 

Just as you'd startled and opened your eyes, Jax was reaching down and pulling the toy out of your hand without the slightest hesitation. With a smug smirk on his lips, he easily turned the vibrator off without even glancing away from where you were sprawled naked on the bed before him.

“Really, baby?” he asked, his tone a mixture of amused and annoyed as he gestured his head at the vibrator in his hand. “This what you do when I'm gone?”

Lips parting in surprise for the briefest moment, you gaped at his audacity. Seconds later you recovered, shooting him a pointed look that only had his smirk growing a little more.

“What the hell, Jax?” you shot back in frustration. 

He held the toy up higher in his hand, his brows raising back at you. “You think I'm gonna let my girl use this fucking thing when I've got something much better?”

If it wasn't for the fact that you were feeling sufficiently sexually frustrated at the moment, you'd have found the sight of him holding your purple vibrator up with that look on his face somewhat funny. But right now you didn't feel anything close to entertained.

“You were supposed to be out, Jax,” you reminded him. “What the hell else am I supposed to do when you're gone? Suffer?”

“Now there's a thought,” he mused.

With an annoyed huff, you watched as he turned around to set the vibrator on your dresser. Pushing yourself upright on the bed, you frowned at him when he turned back to face you.

“Come on now, darlin’,” he drawled, a glint in his eyes as they roamed over the way you sat naked on the bed. “Don't give me that look. I'm not going to leave you so...tense.” 

Your eyes narrowed at the way he was still grinning at you. Unaffected by your look, his hands reached up and slowly slipped the leather kutte off of his shoulders, letting it drop to your bedroom floor with a soft thump.

“What's the catch, Jax?” you asked him, cutting straight to the point.

He chuckled at your question, his hands casually undoing the buttons of his flannel one at a time next. “No catch, baby. I wouldn't do that to you. Not when it seems like I interrupted you before your satisfying conclusion.”

You shook your head immediately, not entirely believing what he was telling you–not with that look on his face. Thighs pressing together as you watched him undress, your body was craving release at this point. It didn't help that Jax had caught the subtle squirming and shifting of your hips, his eyes dropping down towards your legs. His tongue darted out, running slowly along his bottom lip as he slid the flannel down his arms and to the floor. Your eyes immediately drank in the sight of his bare chest, raking over every toned muscle, little scar, and tattoo now made visible.

“Okay, maybe one little catch,” he amended.

Gritting your teeth together, you watched as his hands lowered, beginning to slowly undo the button and the zipper of his jeans. He was going so slow on purpose just to tease you.

“What?” you grudgingly asked.

“I want to hear you,” he continued, pushing his jeans and black boxer briefs down his thighs in one fluid movement that had you almost salivating at the sight of him finally bare. “No keeping quiet tonight. I don't give a shit if we piss off your neighbors again.” He kicked out of his clothes, taking two steps before he was right at the foot of the bed. “I want to know how much more you enjoy my cock. I want to hear it. You got that?” 

His eyes held yours as he leaned forward and planted both hands on the edge of the bed. There was a challenge in his expression, daring you to tell him no. But you knew better than to do that because then he probably really would leave you frustrated and unsatisfied tonight. And honestly, you had a feeling you'd be so sensitive at this point that you wouldn't be keeping very quiet.

“It's not like I wanted that thing over you in the first place, Jax,” you answered flatly. 

Clearly your response had been one he wanted to hear because Jax climbed up onto your bed the second you'd finished speaking. He jutted his chin out at you before he spoke again, that smug smirk he often wore returning.

“Roll over, baby. On your stomach,” he ordered.

You hesitated for only a moment, just long enough to take in the sight of him naked on his knees on your bed, one hand stroking his hardening length. He looked so good that you just couldn’t help yourself, but the moment one of his brows arched at you, you shifted and turned, laying down on your stomach.

“There you go, baby,” he praised in a deep rumble.

His voice went straight to your cunt, a surge of pleasure running through you. His rough hands grabbed onto your hips, shifting them a little higher up off the bed before one of them slid over to grab a firm handful of your ass. A quiet, soft little noise slipped out of you in response, the anticipation of what was coming causing your cunt to pathetically clench around nothing. 

As Jax pushed your legs apart wider with his knees, making room for himself between them, a pleased, throaty noise vibrated in his chest. The sound alone had your hands fisting the bed sheets before you glanced over your shoulder at him behind you.

“Already impatient, darlin’?” Jax teased.

“Of course I'm impatient, you interrupted what I was–”

Your words were cut off the second he ran the tip of himself through your damp folds, a gasp falling out of you instead. You were so damn sensitive already from what you'd just been doing that you didn't think you’d be lasting much longer. Especially when another throaty, satisfied noise left Jax behind you.

“What was that, baby?” he asked, amused. “Would you have preferred the toy instead?”

He teased the tip of himself against your entrance, barely pressing himself against you. Your eyelids immediately fluttered, your breath hitching. You just wanted to feel him already.

“No, Jax,” you nearly whined in response.

Trying to compose yourself as you watched him once more over your shoulder, you saw the slow, satisfied grin spread over his lips. A second later you were rewarded with the feel of him partially sinking into you, the sensation causing your mouth to fall open and a soft groan to slip out.

“That fucking toy get you this goddamn wet?” he growled, a hint of irritation in his tone. “That why you feel so goddamn good already?”

Jax moved behind you, leaning forward on the bed until his body was flush over the back of yours, resting his forearms along the mattress on either side of your hands to withhold some of his weight from off of you. His hips pushed himself further inside of you a little more roughly than usual as if to emphasize his displeasure at your use of the vibrator. The gesture met with a sharper gasp from you this time.

“Was–was thinking about you,” you managed to breathe out.

His face hovered just over your shoulder now, his mouth beside your ear when another pleased rumble sounded in his throat. He pulled his hips slowly backwards, his cock nearly slipping out of you before he roughly buried himself fully back into you in one quick movement. A high-pitched curse flew out of your mouth, your eyes snapping shut.

“So you were thinking about me?” he murmured, his tone far softer than the current thrust of his hips against you. His head shifted, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You miss me that much when I'm out with the club, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, the noise sounding more like a needy whine.

Jax’s pace increased at your response, his cock repeatedly burying itself so deep inside of you that he kept hitting the spot that made the edges of your vision nearly burn white. You were so damn close again already, each of his panting breaths and rough grunts in your ear drawing you right back to the moment he had interrupted a little bit ago.

You loved this position and Jax knew it. The angle he could thrust into you was always perfect, allowing him to fill you completely with every sharp snap of his hips. And you loved the feel of his solid, warm body pressed flush over the entirety of you, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress as he practically overwhelmed all of your senses. You could feel the pull of his muscles against your back, hear the grunts and heavy breaths slipping out of his mouth beside your ear, feel his hot breath along your neck, smell the familiar scent of cigarettes and leather.

Your cunt was tightening around him already at the influx of stimulation, squeezing him as you kept drawing closer to the release you craved. A flurry of soft moans had been increasingly tumbling out of your mouth as he continued to roughly fuck into you, his hips repeatedly ramming into your ass over and over. But you could tell he wanted more when the hand beside yours moved, sliding its way along the bed before moving between your body and the mattress, brushing down past your breasts and your stomach. His hand continued its descent further until it stopped between your thighs, his fingertips landing right on your already sensitive clit. A hiss of pleasure came from between your teeth and Jax huffed in amusement beside your ear.

“Baby, I know you can be louder,” he panted out. “I told you I wanna hear you.”

His fingers began rubbing circles against that sensitive bundle of nerves and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head. You felt like you were drowning in bliss now as his hips continued rolling roughly into you, the sound of skin on skin obscenely mixing with Jax’s grunts and your growing moans.

“Louder,” he ordered, continuing to speak into your ear between gritted teeth and forceful thrusts. “Let me–hear you. Wanna know–how much–you missed me.”

“Fuck–Jax–”

With an animalistic grunt, his teeth latched onto your earlobe, giving a couple of sharp tugs against the delicate skin as his fingers continued rubbing against you. Your cunt fluttered around him, gripping him like a vice. He groaned in response, releasing your earlobe before his forehead dropped onto your shoulder as his hips began to stutter, slowly losing their rhythm as he neared his own release. That had your own hips beginning to push back against him, desperately trying to match his pace and take him somehow deeper.

“That’s it baby,” he whispered into your skin. His body pressed more of its weight on top of you as he kept ramming his hips into yours, chasing his own release. “That’s my girl.”

“Jax–I’m–”

You couldn’t get the words out, you were already teetering on the edge of an orgasm, one that felt far stronger than normal because of its delay. At the feel of Jax pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, your eyes snapped tightly shut.

“I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Let go for me. Need you to–” he paused, breaking off on a groan that had your toes curling along the sheets as he hit you with a particularly deep thrust. “Need you to–cum for me.”

When the pads of his fingers added just a bit more pressure to your clit, you finally lost it underneath him. A moan tore its way up through you, ringing out through your bedroom as your fingers fisted the bed sheets even tighter. Jax continued to thrust into you, though the movements had grown sloppy as his breaths grew ragged and loud beside your ear. He was grunting and groaning as your body trembled its way through your orgasm until he gave another particularly deep, sharp thrust that had you crying his name.

That’s when Jax finally lost it. A resonant, beautiful moan tumbled out from between his lips as his hand finally left its place between your thighs to grip the pillow beside your head. He gave a few more rough pumps into you before you felt the warmth of his release fill you. You hummed softly, your cunt continuing to twitch around him.

Jax expelled a deep breath before he practically collapsed half on top of you, the weight of him only causing your already blissfully boneless body to relax further into the bed. As you both sat there panting, your loud breaths filling the room as your sweat-dampened bodies remained tangled together, you could feel his cock gradually beginning to soften inside of you. 

“So that–that’s what you get up to when I’m out, huh?” Jax finally asked, still sounding out of breath. “You and that goddamn vibrator get nice and close when I’m busy?”

Turning your head along the pillow, your eyes met Jax’s as his head rested on the pillow beside yours. There was a lazy half-smile on his lips as he gazed back at you, but there was something soft and tender shining in his eyes as he watched you in return. He looked so damn good all flushed and satisfied that you were half tempted to rile him up for another round once you recovered.

“Not every time,” you answered, a small smile slipping onto your lips as your breath came in heavy. “Just…some nights. When I’m missing you.”

A soft, amused breath left him as his hand reached up, lightly brushing aside a strand of hair that had stuck to the perspiration along your forehead with his fingertips. “Yeah?” he murmured, his hand coming to gently stroke your cheek. “Miss me that much tonight, did you?”

You hummed an affirmative response, your small smile growing. “Yeah. Wasn’t expecting you to come over tonight,” you told him, your heart still pounding heavily in your chest. “You made it sound like you’d be gone all night.”

“I was supposed to be,” he replied. “Had that protection run. Wasn’t gonna be back until four in the morning. But then some bullshit was going down at the clubhouse so Clay sent Opie and I back. Think he meant it like a punishment or somethin’.”

Jax laughed softly, shifting on the bed to ease some of his weight off of you. The movement had you once more growing aware of the fact that he was still inside of you. 

“Jokes on him,” he continued, that usual cocky smirk slipping onto his face. “Wasn’t that big of a problem to handle. And right now, this don’t feel remotely like a punishment.”

Quirking a brow back at him, a small grin tugged at your lips. “You want me to make it feel like one?” you teased.

Jax’s hand reached down, lightly swatting your ass as he grinned deviously at you. The gesture had you laughing, the sound causing the corners of his eyes to crease.

“Baby, this is your punishment for using that goddamn toy,” he reminded you. 

“Not feeling very much like a punishment for me, either,” you joked back.

That devious expression on his face only grew, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes suddenly. He leaned forward off the pillow, his teeth lightly mouthing at your bare shoulder as his eyes continued to hold your gaze.

“You want me to make it feel like one?” he asked, throwing your words back at you.

A shudder ran up your spine at the sultry tone of his voice before a sinful smirk pulled the corners of his lips upwards. You were definitely in for it tonight.

[entitled-fangirl]

They're not gonna hit you.

Joel Miller x reader

Summary: The three travelers find themselves back in the QZ and get attacked. The reader gets injured.

Words: 2,370

Warnings: gunshots, blood, car crash, lots of cursing.

Author's note: I literally went word for word from the scene, adding a few pieces here and there. Enjoy :)

Masterlist <3

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

“Don’t look at the state map. Look at the inset.”

“I don’t know where we are in that either!”

Y/N turned to look in the backseat, “Here, El. Let me see.”

“No, no. I got it. I mean… this is my second day in a fucking car, man.” She looked back to the map again, “I think we’re heading north?”

The truck continually moved through the seemingly abandoned road. Y/N looked out of the window, seeing that rusting cars and buildings that can begun to grow vines up each side. It was eerie, seeing a once heavily populated place be left completely untouched. 

Joel looks over slightly, “It’s gotta be the right….” He turns the truck wheel gently. “…What the fuck…?”

Ellie’s eyes widen as she looks to the left, “STOP!”

Joel hits the break, the tires screeching slightly. Y/N held out her hand to stabilize herself. 

“Is that the QZ?” Ellie asked.

Joel curiously peered over to where she was looking. It was. But it was abandoned.

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she pressed her body up against the glass, “Where the fuck is FEDRA?”

Joel and Y/N’s eyes held a cautious look to them, unsure of what to say.

A voice broke out from outside the car, “Hey!”

All three people stopped, staring out the windshield at the interruption. 

A man stumbled towards them, a look of pain on his face, “Please, Help!”

Joel immediately went into action, his face hardening, “Put your seatbelt on.”

Y/N immediately listened, her voice soft, “…Joel..?”

Ellie wondered, too, “Aren’t we gonna help him?”

“No.”

Joel hit the gas, turning the wheel in the man’s direction.

He jumped out of the road with a loud, “Fuck!”

Y/N leans back in her seat, grabbing the handle on the ceiling in a death grip.

Ellie peered out of the window, “Joel!”

A barrel was dropped from on top of a building by someone. It hit the windshield, cracking the entire thing. 

Joel swerved, struggling to stabilize the car and get them back on the road in a straight line. 

Y/N looked over to him, watching his eyes focus with a murderous glare, one he only saved for serious situations. 

It scared her. 

The truck hit a small bump, what seemed like nothing. In reality, it was a row of spiked that had flattened their tires. 

Joel kept swerving back and forth, determined to get them out of there.

A man steps out with a gun, and Joel began to swear under his breath. 

He jerked the wheel, sending the truck drifting to the side. It crashed into a building, the glass shattering loudly.

He leaned down, grabbing Y/N’s thigh, dropping his voice, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I think so.”

“You’re not hurt? Nothin’?”

She placed a hand on his, “…no.”

He relaxed slightly before turning to Ellie in the backseat. She nodded, not even making him ask the questions.

A bullet hit the truck. All three survivors ducked.

“BELTS OFF. FAST!”

She always did what Joel told her to do. He had saved them many times before, and she would be a fool to doubt him now. 

Y/N opened the door, carefully getting out. She pulled herself to the ground, reaching a hand out to open Ellie’s door. The girl slid out, joining her on the ground. 

Joel got out on her side too, resting his hand on her back in comfort.

“Let’s see you, motherfucker!”

Joel let out a soft breath, controlling himself. He opened Ellie’s door again, reaching in to grab his weapon. He cocked the gun, sitting back down on the ground. 

“Give us your shit, you make it through this!”

Joel was slightly panicking now. He wouldn’t let anything happen to them. To her and Ellie. Never. 

He looked up, noticing a hole in the wall. He leaned over to Y/N, his voice soft and calm, “Hey, you see that hole? Can you squeeze through..?”

She stared at it in thought, the sound of gunshots being the only noise. 

“Hey,” he reprimanded, getting her attention again, “Hey.” He said a little sharper. He grabbed her jaw in his hand, bringing it close to him, “Look at me.”

Her eyes met his. 

“When I say go, you crawl to that wall, and you squeeze through and you don’t come out until I say, okay?”

A bullet pierces through the truck window above them, dropping glass on them.

“…and they’re not gonna hit you.”

She looked over to Ellie, grabbing her hand. Joel could feel her anxiety.

“…LOOK AT ME!”

The two look at him, their faces close, “They’re not gonna hit you.” 

She could tell how serious this was by the look in his eyes. They were focused, serious, deadly. She didn’t know how this would end up for the three of them. 

“You stay down, you stay low, you stay quiet.”

Ellie nodded, tightening her grip on Y/N’s hand. “…okay.”

Joel looked back to Y/N, “…okay?”

She nodded, her voice barely heard, “…okay.”

Joel stood, peering his gun over the top of the truck with a loud, “GO!”

Ellie was the first to move, pulling Y/N behind her. The two dropped to the ground, crawling over the glass, not caring of the scratches it could leave behind. 

When they near it, Ellie throws her bag in, crawling in behind it.

When Y/N’s hands touched the wall, she looked back.

Joel was crouched behind the truck, his body pressed against it tightly. He was waiting for the moment to strike, like a panther who had seen its first meal in weeks.

His eyes flickered to hers. 

She turned, pushing herself through the hole, disappearing from his view. 

The two girls sat against the wall there, listening to the gunshots, praying none of them hit Joel.

It went silent.

And that felt much worse. 

The two sat in silence, their eyes wide.

They heard soft footsteps, the glass crunching beneath someone’s feet. 

Y/N prayed it was Joel.

She leaned toward the hole, peering through it.

It was not Joel.

Right as she made eye contact with the man, a finally gunshot rang out.

The man dropped dead.

But that joy was short-lived by the sound of the door swinging open and physical fighting beginning.

She could hear Joel’s grunts, her heart calming slightly. But she knew she couldn’t stay that way. They needed to help him.

Ellie peered out, seeing for herself.

Joel was pinned to the ground, a gun pushing down on his neck.

“You’re gonna fucking pay. What you fuckin’ did, you fuckin’ killed yourself, motherfucker!”

Joel’s legs tried to push off the ground, his soft grunts filling the air. 

Y/N was unmoving. She didn’t know what to do. 

Ellie, however, took matters into her own hands. 

She left their safe hiding place.

And Y/N heard another gun shot ring out.

Joel’s soft grunts were heard as he tried to catch his breath.

Y/N peered out of the hole, lightly stepping out. 

Ellie stood over the man that attacked him, her gun in his face. He was begging her, his bloody hands out in surrender.

Y/N looked over to Joel, who sat on the ground, watching the interaction himself. He finally stood, staring at the gun in Ellie’s hand angrily. He stepped over to her, holding his hand out. She handed it over to him.

Joel stepped forward, listening to the man continue to beg. He turned back to Ellie, his voice a growl, “Get back behind the wall.”

Ellie hesitated. She knew what would happen if she did so. What Joel would do to him. But she listened anyway.

Joel’s gaze turned to Y/N, who was staring at the man with a compassionate expression. But Joel wouldn’t give it to her. His gaze hardened on her, as if commanding. 

Her shoulders slumped slightly, moving her body towards the hole again. 

When Joel watched her body disappear from his sight, he leaned down to the man.

On the other side, the woman leaned against the wall, trying to control her breath.

Joel was ruthless. Unforgiving. And Merciless. She knew the man didn’t have a chance. Not a man. He was just a boy. And Joel would kill him for what he did.

Ellie seemed to be thinking the same thing. She wrapped her arms around Y/N for comfort, her head pushed against the woman’s shoulder.

They listened as the boy’s cries were immediately stopped.

Silence filled the room.

“Sweetheart, I gotta get in there. I can’t fit through.”

Ellie pulled away to answer for her, “There’s some stuff against the door.”

“Well, can you move it?”

Y/N wiped the tears that fell from her face, moving towards the door.

…

Once Joel was in the room and the door was re-barricaded, they simply stared at each other. 

Ellie broke it, pulling her backpack up, “I’m good. I got some food in here still, and I got your light…still.”

Joel let out a breath, “Let’s go. Up. Hopefully, we spot a clear route out.”

He moved toward the back of the building, stopping in front of Y/N, his hand reaching up to lightly brush the cut on her forehead before moving on.

“Stay close.”

They carefully walked through the alleyways, checking each corner. 

…

“As soon as we don’t hear a truck, we move. Fast as we can.”

Joel, Ellie, and Y/N were currently tucked away in a building in a town. Newspapers covered the windows, where they peered through the torn ones carefully. They couldn’t risk getting caught. 

All three sat down in thought, the silence falling over the room.

Ellie sat up slightly, “Are you okay?”

Joel turned to her, “I’m alright. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Joel began to shake his head, “Thing is, I didn’t hear that guy comin’. And you shouldn’t have had to… you know?”

Ellie looked up at him, “Well, you’re glad I did, right?”

Joel sighed, “You’re just a kid. You shouldn’t know what it means to— It’s not like you killed him. But… I know what it’s like the first time that you hurt … someone like that. You shouldn’t have had to. And… I’m sorry.”

Joel turned to Y/N, noticing her silence, “…sweetheart, you alright?”

She stood, leaning against the cold brick wall. “I…uh…yeah,” her hand was pulled into her jacket, her breathing shallow, “…I…I think so.”

Joel didn’t like that answer. He stood up, approaching her. “You sure? You’re… little pale, there.”

She stood up straighter. “Joel… stop. I… I’m fine. Fine..”

His eyes scanned her body, resting on the hand that laid in her jacket. “Let me see.”

She pulled herself all the way up, standing from the wall, “…leave me alone. I… I’m fine.”

He sighed. She wouldn’t like this, but he had to do it anyway. “I said ‘Let me see.’”

She shook her head, her eyes looking anywhere but at him.

He started to get angry now. He rushed forward, grabbing her forearm, pulling it from her jacket. 

Her hand was covered in blood.

He stared at it in shock, his body trying to calculate what to do. “Sweetheart… what….?”

Ellie sat up straight, her eyes wide.

Joel wrapped his arm around the woman, pulling her to sit. He kneeled down in front of her. “Alright, baby. Let me see the damage, yeah?”

Her eyes were glossy with tears. Her heart was breaking. 

Joel peeled back Y/N’s jacket. 

Blood gushed through her shirt. Her stomach was covered in the red liquid.

Joel felt an involuntary breath leave his lungs. Jesus, this was not good. “Oh… okay, honey. It’s gonna be alright. Just…let’s lay you down.”

He gently pulls her down, her body resting on the desk that barricaded the door. He looked over his shoulder, “Ellie. Get my bag.”

Y/N began to panic. She couldn’t handle the look in Joel’s eyes, the horrified look he had given her. Her breath began to pick up, the blood leaving her body faster. 

He notices. 

“Hey, hey…shh… it’s alright. Listen… you’re gonna be fine. I’ll make sure of that.”

He peeled her shirt up, revealing a huge chunk of glass that resided in his stomach. Thank God it wasn’t a bullet.

Ellie brought his bag, setting it on the desk next to the woman’s head. 

“Hold her hand.”

Ellie turned, “…what?”

“Hold her hand. She’s gonna need it.”

Ellie listened, gripping the woman’s hand in her own.

Joel gripped the glass in his fingers, pulling it out slowly.

Y/N yelped slightly, her body jerking.

“Hey, hey…you gotta be quiet now. Shh…”

She grunted, pulling her other hand to cover her mouth.

He pulled it out, quickly pressing one of his spare shirts against her stomach harshly. It hurt her, it hurt him. He hated seeing her in pain.

Especially when she started to cry.

He reaches his other hand down around her back of her neck, pulling her up slightly and dipping his head to make their foreheads meet. He felt her soft breath against his face. “Good… you’re doing so good for me… just… just… stay like that.”

He then wrapped a cloth around her stomach, making sure it was tight against her stomach. 

Her eyes began to close.

“Hey. Hey. Stay with me, now.”

But it wasn’t working.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. You gotta stay awake. C’mon.”

She let out a grunt, her eyes now closed.

“Goddamnit. DAMN IT!”

Elie gently touched Joel’s shoulder, a silent reminder to be quiet. “She’ll be fine. She’s still breathing.”

Joel sighed, stepping away, brushing his face with his hands. He sat on a crate, his focus back on Ellie.

She sighed, sitting where she had been before. “…Wasn’t my first time.”

Joel’s eyes hardened, his hand reaching back to take out the gun that he had taken away from her, handing it back. “Show me your grip. Finger off the trigger.”

…

The two spent a few hours in each other’s company, Joel teaching her the rules of gun safety. But they couldn’t help but peer back over to Y/N occasionally, checking her breathing.

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

Author's note: how do we feel about a part 2????

[dmercer91]

could you maybe do nsfw hcs for luke if you’re comfortable with that ofc!

nsfw headcanons, lh43

hey hi i am literally in love with luke hughes (18+!!)

luke is very open, especially since he’s on the younger side

he’s still looking for what he likes most and so are you, but so far you’ve meshed well

unless the moment is tense after an argument, or after your first i love you’s, or another similar occasion, he likes to keep it very light and joking

though he usually gets his way, his favourite part of everything is the banter while you’re fighting for dominance

teasing one another while you’re both trying (and failing miserably) to make it seem like the other isnt affecting you

he’ll be eating you out and your thighs are twitching but you refuse to actually moan or acknowledge how good it feels

eventually, when you’re so close to the edge you might cry, he’ll mumble against you and ask if it feels good

you would deny it over and over, every time.

the first few times he would just hum sarcastically and keep going until you came, but then he started getting meaner

“oh, so i should stop then?”

the first time you broke, quickly spewing about how good his mouth was just so you’d get to come

and he grinned to himself and kept going

the second time, you saved yourself by telling him very nonchalantly that he should keep trying so he could ‘practice’ cause he obviously needed it

you continued with that up until you got a new idea - to agree with him

“yeah, sure,”

and with that you shrugged, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him.

he took that very personally. you’d never received such good head in your entire life. luke was determined

the other way around would be you giving him a hand job and he’s literally fucking into your hand with 0 control over his hips but he refuses to admit he likes it

you’ll completely pull away from him when you ask if he’s enjoying it, cause he says with full conviction he isn’t, so clearly what you’re doing isn’t edging, right?

you’ll keep pulling away and asking if he likes it better this time until precum is dripping down your hand and his abs are tensing with every touch

he’s so sensitive that when he finally does come you swear he’s making up for moans he didn’t let out before

his head is titled back and he’s sweaty and his eyes are squeezed shut.

you called him pathetic once just to fuck with him and so in return he gave you so many orgasms you thought you might implode on his bed

when he’s using his mouth he likes for you to pull on his hair, especially once he learns his way around his curls

his curls omg i could cry

he likes to make bets, like ‘first one to give in has to do this’ type deals where he knows the wait will make both of you so needy

thanks to that you’ve gone days without kissing - a time limit was placed on these bets for that very reason because you’re both incredibly stubborn

poor duker thought you two were breaking up cause he hadn’t seen any pda in forever

you’ve tired those chocolates from tiktok that are supposed to make you needy and even if it was the placebo affect he thoroughly enjoyed that night

you’re both fighting for dominance til the very end, so there’s never really a set pace, since you’re both teasing and trying to control yourselves

he’ll come inside, but you’re both insistent on the fact that it’s purely for cleanup purposes and not cause either of you actually think it’s hot

you’re both blatantly lying, obviously, but neither of you are ever gonna admit that you like it a little too much

“should i cum inside again, baby? was so- fuck. so easy last time”

and with that you could literally feel him throb at the thought

“yeah.. yeah, good for cleanup,”

when he does come you whine at the feeling of it and he’s teasing you and pretending he thinks it’s cause you’re sensitive

meanwhile he’s trying not to actually lose his marbles at the sight of him dripping from you and the sounds of your moans

he’s got such a high drive and it’s ridiculously easy to work him up

one time he got hard cause you reached into the backseat of his car for a water and moved your hair out of your face

obviously you noticed and so obviously you let some of the water fall from your lips and drip down your chin

he thought he was hallucinating

your drive is equally high but you feel like you do a much better job at hiding it when he’s got you needy (you don’t!)

this makes for desperate times, so you’ve found yourselves using some very creative spaces together

he’s down for some public risk every now and then, so most of the sophomores have caught you together at least once

you’ve been banned from sitting on his lap during movie nights

if you’re sharing a blanket, both of each of your hands need to be visible or you’re split up and put on separate couches

you both have your ways, though.

he likes to leave marks between your thighs cause he knows nobody will see them but he still gets to leave a piece of him

you, however will leave them on his neck and chest because you like to hear him get grilled for it when he’s with his friends

they once wrongly assumed you were the one with all the control in bed, so he made a fuss that night and showed up the next day with his back scratched to shreds

he’s very, very cocky about you to his close friends and his brothers

constantly bragging about you and how amazing you are and how well you two mesh

they’re all very sick of him but they do love that you make him so happy and that your chemistry is off the charts

[lordprettyflackotara]

sharp fangs / the finale / sam and colby

‘my blood runs cold like ice, sharp fangs, might bite.’

sum: your vampire boyfriends sam and colby have been determined to keep you human. colby has gone behind sam’s back, biting you and transforming you into one of them. how will you handle being a chaotic new born with hormones driving you up the wall?

tw: smut minors dni 18+, vampire!sam, vampire!colby, newborn vampire!reader, rough sex bc yk… vamp strength, humiliation, degradation, choking, passing out at the end but there’s plot reasons

an: can’t believe this shit has been in my head rent free for months and i just like… never wrote it? idk happy kinktober fuckers!

Cold.

The feeling surrounded you, engulfed you even.

This is what you imagined being submerged in ice cold water felt like. Or those athletes who bathed in ice baths for fun. Your lungs felt stuck, your body completely frozen in time. Your eyes opened in a flash, unsteady as you sat up.

A concerned Sam and Colby arose from their chairs, instantly standing by each of your sides.

“I am so sorry I never should’ve left you unattended with Colby-”

“You’re doing so well just try to focus on our voices-”

Their rambles were cut short by your eyebrow raising. Their voices sounded much clearer, as if before you had heard them speak underwater. You reached out and touched Sam’s cheek, his skin much softer than you had remembered. Your sights then fell on Colby, your fingertips brushing over his lips. The pads of your fingers seemed to be able to recognize more, every weave that woven through out his lips easily noticeable to you now. You blinked unsurely, the mere act of blinking feeling unnatural. You tilted your head to the side, opening your mouth to speak but abruptly stopping.

Your hand flew to your throat, clutching it like a man dying of thirst. “What… What is this feeling?” You choked out. Your throat felt dry, as if you had never consumed liquid any time during your lifetime. “It’s thirst. Here we got you a remedy,” Sam said. He handed you a blood bag, which they modestly decorated by placing it in a black pouch. You broke it open, ignoring the generous straw they had also placed for you. You gulped the metallic liquid, the crimson paint dripping down the sides of your chin.

You finished it in mere seconds, swallowing before grinning at the boys.

“Got anymore?”

Sam continued to hand you all of the blood bags they had, watching in amazement as you gulped it down. The boys had anticipated an uncontrolled thirst, but they hadn’t stocked up nearly enough to compensate your craving. “This is very hot and very concerning,” Colby grumbled, handing you the last blood bag. Sam elbowed him, shooting him a dirty look. “You’re the one who did this, remember that,” He snapped. Colby rolled his eyes, their attention resuming on you.

Shamelessly you were licking the inside of the plastic, your tongue flattening as you soaked in the flavor. “This shit… is so fucking good,” You purred. You moved your hair out of the way, lapping up some blood that had dripped on your shoulder. Your fingertips traced your puncture wounds from Colby’s fangs, the wound permanently stapled into your skin. “Interesting,” You hummed to yourself. As you opened your mouth the intense unsatisfied thirst consumed you, causing you to panic.

The sound of heartbeats from all of your neighbors began to become the only sounds audible. You jumped to your feet, attempting to zoom past the boys who immediately grabbed you. “She’s hearing the neighbors,” Sam grunted, both of them fighting to hold you back. Your eyes were glued to the door, your jaw clenching as you thrashed against their hold. “Cmon princess relax,” Colby encouraged. His encouragement only made you thrash more, your movements suddenly halting. You went limp against their hold, wondering if your nose had deceived you. Breathing wasn’t a necessity for you anymore, but your lungs became full as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

Not only could you hear your neighbors, you could smell them.

“Oh shit,” Colby muttered, watching as Sam reacted faster than he did. The blonde grabbed you, slamming you into the floor. Your wooden floor cracked underneath you, unfazing you as you hissed at him. “You know she’s kinda hot when she’s all feisty like this,” Colby chuckled, amused with the situation. Sam shot him a dirty look as he held you down. “Is this really the time to be thinking with your dick?” He barked. Colby rolled his eyes, lowering himself to your level. His hand reached over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me princess. Focus on me,” He purred. His command made you temporarily pause, your freshly crimson eyes a darker shade of red than the boys. His touch was assertive and demanding, his familiar voice bringing you back to reality. “There we go. Now keep focusing on us,” Colby ordered. His eyes flickered to Sam, ensuring he was taking the not so subtle hint. Sam and Colby knew more information about newborns than they cared to. Colby turned first, all of those years ago. He refused to live without his best friend, who was dying from the same plague he was. So he did everything he could to try to obtain information on newborns, trying his hardest to take care of Sam.

But that was years ago and despite all of the decades passing, Colby remembered one crucial detail that would now come in handy. Newborns still had hormones, despite the science disclaiming that. As a newborn you were in a constant of feralness, the only two things on your mind feeding and finding a mate. So now as the two boys hovered over you, Colby had a daring realization. If they fucked you hard enough, you’d be knocked out for at least a few hours. It was what he considered to be an hormone overload. Actually obtaining what you wanted so desperately would only overstimulate your fresh set of senses. The result would end the same if you participated in gluttony. Those few hours would give them time to get you away from society, as well as figure out what to do with a ravenous newborn.

Sam carried you over to your couch, kneeling down in front of you. He was careless with your clothes, ripping your sweatpants into shreds. “We don’t need to be gentle with you anymore, do we Colbs?” Sam purred. Colby was behind you in a flash, cupping your throat from behind. You tilted your head back to meet his intense gaze, Sam’s strong hands prying your legs apart. “I don’t think we do. But you can take it, right princess?” Colby hummed, smirking in satisfaction as you meekly verbalized agreement. Sam’s fangs were sharp as they sank into the fabric of your panties, ripping them off of you carelessly. Teasingly he kissed around your folds, purposefully making his breath hot against your now frozen skin.

His teasing was working, causing you to squirm as you tried to buck your hips upwards. Sam hooked your legs over his shoulders, indulging in the sweet heaven that was your cunt. You groaned as Colby’s fingers tightened, painfully grabbing the skin. “That feels good doesn’t it? Feels good when Sam plays with that pretty pussy of yours?” He asked mockingly. He couldn’t conceal his fangs as you moaned in response, unable to control his urges as he admired you. Sam lapped at your cunt, teasingly grazing his teeth against your clit as you grinded shamelessly against his face.

Your thighs were captivating as you squeezed his head, your strength far more comparable to theirs since your transition. Colby lowered down behind you, his breath hot against your ear. “You like that? You like watching Sam please you?” He asked. You could feel yourself melting under their touch, your fingers palming at Sam’s hair. Sam remained unfazed by his surroundings, engulfing himself in your folds. He sucked at your clit, your back arching off of the couch as you felt yourself on the edge of your first orgasm.

“Fuck- feels so good, fuck!”

Your sinful noises were louder than you intended them to be, your body shivering with pleasure as you came on Sam’s face. Your thirst for blood temporarily resumed, causing Sam and Colby to rearrange you quickly to keep you occupied. Your back fully hit the couch, Colby making himself comfortable in between your legs. He leaned over and grabbed your throat, causing you to meet his stern gaze. “You’ve been a bad girl. Disobeying Sammy. Now be a good whore and take your punishment,” He chuckled darkly. He guided you to tilt your head back, Sam’s hard cock hovering over your face. You flattened your tongue out across your bottom lip, inviting him to slide into your throat.

Sam was more eager than you had anticipated, quickly shoving his shaft down your throat. He groaned as you whimpered around him, the vibrations making him even harder. You gasped in surprise as Colby took no time to slide right in to your cunt, your walls eagerly accepting him. “Holy fuck, I can just slide right in. Filthy slut,” Colby grunted. He grabbed your legs, shoving them over his shoulders. You whined as they both bottomed out, your gagging ignored as Sam grabbed your throat with both of his hands. Instinctively your eyes fluttered shut, your jaw going slack as a warm feeling took over your body.

Colby pounded into you relentlessly, focused on fucking you as aggressively and animalistic as possible. Sam’s pace was the same, abusing your cunt. “I think she likes this. Being used like a whore,” Sam sneered. He leaned over and ripped apart your shirt, the fabric falling apart under his touch. Your bare breast bounced as Colby rammed into you, Sam seizing the opportunity to slap your breast harshly. It was then the couch gave out, the wooden supports shattering. It didn’t halt the boys at all, your couch now broken. You audibly whined, your head spinning as you took both of them. “Don’t start whining now little girl, you asked for this,” Colby snarled. He began to fuck into you deeper, abusing your cunt as he pleased. Your walls clung onto him, milking his cock as he fucked you like a wild animal.

Sam bit his bottom lip as he abused your throat, saliva messily trailing down your cheeks. You couldn’t control your moans, that were being mercilessly muffled by his shaft. The three of you were feral, becoming one unit as your final orgasm approached. You couldn’t warn them, not that you’d need to. They knew your body better than they knew each other. Colby grinned as he felt your walls squeeze him tighter. “Aweee is someone gonna cum already?” Colby asked mockingly. Sam licked his lips, feeling his own hips stutter. “Cum as you swallow my cum slut,” He barked, his warm seed flooding down your throat. You gagged as you struggled to swallow him whole, his cock remaining lodged. You attempted to swallow it all, Sam abruptly pulling out of you.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at Colby. “Dont swallow it all, let it trail down your tongue slut,” Sam growled. You tried to listen, spitting up his cum and sticking out your tongue. You managed to look up at Colby as he fucked you, his thrust no where near stopping as he stared down at you. “Good girl, such a good slut for us,” Colby purred. Sam’s fingers roughly gathered his cum mixed with your saliva, spreading it across your chest. “A filthy fuckin whore is what she is. I bet she’d cum if I told her to,” Sam said. You struggled to contain your noises, Sam’s fangs grazing your earlobe. “Let’s put that theory to the test, cum. Now,” Colby ordered, his voice full of venom. It was then darkness consumed you, your thighs trembling as you came on his cock.

\/

Transitioning from a newborn to normal vampire was chaotic. At first you were feral, Sam and Colby never having had so much sex in their lives. For the first decade the three of you hid in the woods, the boys having more than enough time to craft the perfect getaway cabin. It kept you concealed from society, which worked out perfectly as you were deemed missing under mysterious circumstances.

Truthfully as time passed you didn’t miss anything about your human life at all. Every second you spent awake with them was more than you could’ve ever asked for. Your reality was better than any dreams you could’ve possibly missed. You laid in between the boys as you usually did, the hammock swaying side to side. A nice summer breeze blew past you, your eyes fluttered shut in contentment as you laid on Colby’s chest. Sam’s fingers played carelessly with your hair, creating a deep sense of comfort. You may now have ridiculously sharp fangs, but your life was peaceful. And spending entirety with Sam and Colby? That’s all you could really ask for.

[stinkysam]

Roronoa Zoro - Well, this is awkward.

Warning : none

Genre : angst-ish

Synopsis : “zoro and his ex boyfriend run into each other again and a lot of old feelings are brought back (maybe they break up due to mutual differences like zoro wanting to become the world best swordsman)” - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

He grimaces, eyes wide as he sees you. What the fuck ? That's not what he had expected. What are you doing here ?

He tries to look for his crew to hide amongst them but they got fucking lost as usual and are nowhere to be found. It's not as if he could hide well between 4 people anyway. They should at least be 10.

Shit ! You've spotted him. What to do ? What to do ? He tries to act casual, looking through a window shop as if interested by the clothes displayed.

His heart was beating fast in his chest. Both stressed to see you again and happy. But he wouldn't admit the latter.

You were in the same state, unable to know what to do. Should you greet him ? Has he seen you ? Could you leave if not ? What if he had ?

You take a deep breath and decide to go to him. After all, you were still curious about him and you've heard a lot about the pirate hunter.

“Hey, Zoro.” You call, standing next to him. He hums, acknowledging you, and keeps focusing on what's in front of him. You smile, trying to remain unmoved by his lack of interested response.

“So uh,” You clear your throat. “How are you doing ?”

“Fine…” He glances at you. “And you ?”

“I'm okay…” I miss you, you want to say.

You look at each other, unsure of what to say. You clear your throat again.

“Wanna buy a dress ?” You say, pointing with your head what he was standing in front of.

He grimaces, slightly embarrassed.

“Uh… no. I was uh, trying to avoid you.” He finally admits, hoping his words don't hurt you too much.

“Yeah, I figured. You should've gone inside.” You joke, ignoring the tug at your heart.

He agreed, though he was glad he didn't go in.

“So, pirate hunter, yeah ?”

“Not anymore. On the other side now.” He smiles, finding it a bit funny.

“Oh.” You couldn't help but smile too. “Siding with the marines didn't suit you anyway.”

“I wasn't with the marines.” He defended himself.

“So you're a pirate now ?”

“The future best swordsman in the world, yeah.”

Your smile fell a bit at his words, reminding yourself why you two broke up.

“Ah.”

“I never dropped my dream.” He adds, determination spewing from his words. You frowned. Did he think you dropped yours ?

“Me neither. I will be the best swordsman.” You declared, hand on your heart.

“No. I will.”

You glared at one another for a second, before both looking away with a sigh. It was starting again.

You both wanted to be the best and that's what drove you apart. Being rivals could be tough for a relationship. Unwavering competitiveness, constantly arguing, refusing to show weakness and vulnerability. Slowly you stopped saying “I love you” and began to wonder if you still felt it, that love you had for each other, overshadowed by your bullheaded dreams.

You tried to get rid of your animosity, not wanting it to ruin your sudden reunion. You hadn't left on good terms and wanted to change that.

You looked down, swallowing your pride.

“I missed you.” You say and he looks at you surprised, his heart doing somersault, not believing you would say it.

It's his turn to look down, debating whether he should speak his mind as well. It's true he had missed you too, but he didn't want to restart something that was doomed to fail.

“I… Yeah… I missed you too.” He finally said. Admitting it doesn't mean you two would be a thing again, after all.

Taken by a surge of confidence you continue in your momentum.

“You know, I think I never stopped loving you. Even when we hated each other.”

He looks at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to answer. That's not what he had planned for the day, at all. But his heart felt at ease, happy, beating smoothly in his chest, knowing your feelings for him had never vanished.

He feels bashful, just like the day you asked him out after a sword fight together.

You can see his ears redden along his cheeks, he still doesn't know what to say. Saying “I love you” has never been easy. But he has to say something, he has to tell you the truth.

“I didn't hate you either.” It's not an ‘I love you too’ but it's close, and it'll do.

You smiled, happy to know he felt the same.

“Wanna… grab a beer ?” You ask, wondering if it was too much.

“Yeah.” He simply answers, turning to you, ready to follow you. It was just a drink. Not the start of anything if not of your renewed friendship.

[frvnkcastles]

TENDEREST OF CARE ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You hate your birthday, but Frank is determined to give you the day you deserve.

Warnings: Past neglect, implied trauma, mostly just fluff :)

Word count: 2.1k

Author’s note: Tomorrow is my birthday, and unsurprisingly I am not a fan of the day so I wrote this lil thing about it :) Maybe someone can relate and needs some Frankie for their special day too <3 Also, I’m not a smut writer so there’s none here but… let’s just say he’d definitely treat you.

A gentle caress on your cheek stirred you awake with a flinch, your senses overwhelmed as you snapped out of your sleepy haze, but a quiet shush grounded you before you could panic at the sudden intrusion.

”Shh, ’s just me, sweetheart. You’re okay”, Frank’s raspy voice melted across your ears. With your eyes growing adjusted to the rays of sunlight, you blinked at him and slowly made out the small smile stretched across his face as he narrowed his gaze at you.

”Happy birthday, pretty girl”, he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, and within seconds, you broke into a smile of your own. Sheepishly, you lifted your hands to your face and Frank reacted with disapproving tuts. ”Gettin’ shy on me now, huh?” he taunted while unfolding your hands so he could leave a kiss on your forehead, followed by one on your nose and eventually, a longer, languid one on your lips.

You weren’t a fan of your so-called special day. You were all for celebrating other people’s birthdays — in fact, last November, you had baked a cake for Frank and made sure the day had been all about him — but when it came to your own one, you dreaded the day. You had been let down one time too many, had your excitement and expectations nipped in the bud and you couldn’t remember a birthday when you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep.

Frank knew as much. And so, now that it was the first birthday of yours that he was lucky enough to witness, he was going to make goddamn sure you had a better day than in the past.

”I, uh, I can’t bake for shit but I ran over to the bakery you love so much and got you a cake. I’m tellin’ ya, there’s so much chocolate in this thing, you can’t even imagine”, Frank began explaining while reaching for the nightstand where he had set down the tray he had prepared for you, complete with your favorite drink to start the day with.

Eyes full of admiration, you watched Frank move to set the tray across your lap once you had sat up against the headboard, and how he then proceeded to scratch the back of his neck. ”Hope you like it, sweetheart”, he added for good measure, and unable to hide your smile, you nodded.

Fuck, he was nervous. He just adored you so much and wanted to give the world to you — or at least some cake and kisses. If anyone deserved to smile every day, it was you, and he had made it his mission to give you a reason to.

You dug into the cake, but when Frank continued to simply stand at your side, observing your every reaction, you couldn’t help but chuckle. ”Hey, come lay down with me”, you requested with a gesture at the empty side, and realizing his own ridiculousness, Frank snorted.

”Yes ma’am”, he complied, circling the bed so he could sit down next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his firm chest and enjoyed your cake while he played with your hair and left tender kisses on your head, and truthfully, it was already starting to look like the best birthday to date.

”Thank you, Frankie. This is really nice”, you murmured with a soft smile, and grunting in response, he tilted his head down to whisper in your ear.

”Just gettin’ started, sweetheart.”

He wasn’t kidding. While you finished your cake, he drew you a bath, just the right temperature, and when you soaked in the sudsy water, he got started on lunch. You felt almost bad for making him do everything, but as soon as you aired that idea, he was quick to shoot it down.

”Sweet girl, you ain’t makin’ me do nothin’ I don’t already wanna do. You always take care o’me. The least I can do is give you one day, yeah?” he insisted, all between gentle kisses peppered across your fresh face. As hard as it was for you to accept, he meant every word, and so, you were made to sit by the kitchen counter with your drink while he continued cooking for you.

You had to admit, seeing the man expertly work the kitchen with a towel swung over his shoulder, you suddenly appreciated being able to just sit and enjoy the view.

Once lunch was over and done with, Frank was reaching for your hand across the table and brought his lips to the soft skin. ”Havin’ a good day so far?” he queried, something vulnerable in his dark eyes as he waited for your review of what he had arranged for you.

As if it wasn’t the most delightful time. ”The best day, baby”, you affirmed with a smile on your face, the kind that was far too contagious for Frank to resist.

”Glad to hear it, sweetheart. I, uh, got somethin’ planned for later but if there’s anythin’ you wanna do now, ’m all ears”, he offered, before continuing, ”I ain’t goin’ anywhere today. Nowhere I’d rather be than my best girl’s side.”

True to his word, his attention didn’t waver for a single moment. What was more important to you, though, was that he didn’t seem to mind, either.

Two hours into a heated game of Monopoly, you looked over to his focused face as he counted his money and broke into an incredulous smile. ”You’re enjoying yourself, too, right?” you asked, and surprised by your question, Frank looked up at you from across the board and frowned.

”Whaddya mean? ’Course, I am”, he huffed, and with a similar sound, you struggled to put your thoughts into words.

”I just mean… no one’s ever gone to all this trouble for my birthday. I guess it just feels a little hard to believe that someone would, you know? That it’s not forced or anything”, you elaborated as best you could, and it seemed to only deepen the creases on his forehead.

”Baby”, he exhaled, putting down his pretend-money so he could focus on you fully. ”I’m dead-serious. I’m doin’ this, ’cause I love you. I fuckin’ adore you, y’know that? You’re the most important thing I got and right now, ain’t nothin’ more precious to me than makin’ sure you have the day you deserve”, he swore, and with so much weight behind his words, it was hard not to believe him.

An involuntary tear slipped from your eye, and Frank was quick to react. ”Hey, ’s okay”, he muttered, extending a hand to tenderly wipe the year from you cheek. ”Anyone who made you feel like you didn’t deserve all this and more… Yeah, yeah, they better hope they never cross paths with me”, he continued quietly but with absolute earnestness, only for your heart to swell at his solemn promise.

”Now, c’mere. I’mma hold you and kick your ass at this goddamn game.”

Once it was getting late and Frank saw you stifle a yawn, he was putting the final step of his plan into motion. With a kiss left on your forehead, he got up from the couch where you had been watching a movie, entangled in each other, promising to be back soon if you just waited for him.

For his surprise’s sake, you didn’t watch his movements too closely, but it was hard not to get thrilled at the mere idea of something arranged for you. Truthfully, after the day of pure attention and love that you had had, just the smallest little thing would make your heart burst. Maybe, that was exactly what he was counting on.

Sooner rather than later, Frank popped his head from outside the living room window, waiting for you on the fire escape. ”Comin’?” he lifted an eyebrow at you, and with your stomach churning with excitement, you hopped up off of the couch and followed him to the window.

With your hand in his, he guided you up the fire escape, looking after you carefully to make sure you were okay. He kept going all the way up to the rooftop, and as you entered the brisk air, you were glad you had chosen to huddle up in one of his hoodies for the evening.

He led you to his little spot where he had set up blankets and candles that, thanks to the lack of wind, lit up the dim night beautifully. In the middle of the fuzzy blankets rested a neatly wrapped present waiting for you, with a red bow on top. At the sight of the setting, your heart melted and your lips wobbled threateningly, and Frank didn’t hesitate to curl an arm over your shoulders and pull you in close.

”This okay?” he murmured, still a bit nervous if he had given you enough — if only he could have gotten you the stars from the sky, he would have.

”Frank, it’s perfect”, you sighed, lifting your hand to the one resting on your shoulder and squeezing.

He led you to the warm spot, and you cautiously took a seat, avoiding kicking down all the candles he had lit up. Some of them were your favorite kind, imbued with a scent that brought you comfort and joy — much like he did. Frank took a seat by your side, his larger frame offering you from protection from the night as he towered over you.

”Go on, sweetheart”, he requested, nodding towards the package on the ground, and with a thick swallow, you reached for the present. You were delicate to avoid ripping the paper he had clearly put his heart and soul into, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile.

”How many takes did it take to get this so pretty?” you teased, and with a laugh, Frank hung his head low.

”C’mon, baby, gimme a break”, he huffed with a grin on his face, and mirroring the expression, you looked down at the square gift.

You wanted to hold onto this moment forever, but at the same time, you were far too curious to linger in it any longer. Frank, for one, was about to burst at the seams as he waited for your reaction. So, to put him out of his misery, you pulled at the loose ends of paper and tore the wrapping paper to reveal a black, large book. An album, maybe?

You glanced at Frank, and he simply gave you an encouraging nod, so you looked back at the present and opened the first page. Your names were scribbled in Frank’s handwriting, along with an I love you to be an eternal reminder whenever he couldn’t be there to say it.

Your fingers trembled as you flipped the pages, taking your time with each one, revealing all the memories he had collected just for you. From photos you had snapped with him — and a few he had learned all about selfies with — to movie and concert tickets, pressed flowers, old letters, notes, news articles, it was all there. Written next to the mementos were reasons why he was so utterly in love with you, comforting reminders for a bad day, memories he cherished, even a poem.

It was no surprise to you that you had teared up, but you were only snapped out of your daze when Frank reached to wipe them off of your cheeks. ”You okay, darlin’?” he asked, always the gentleman, and with your heart so full of love for him and him alone, you turned to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. You buried your face in his chest, and he didn’t think twice to wrap his arms around you and rock back and forth to soothe you.

”You’re a massive sap, Castle”, you sniffled into his shirt, and with a chuckle, Frank nodded.

”Yeah… yeah, maybe I am. Just for you, sweetheart. You, uh… you make me wanna do all this sappy shit. It all makes sense when I’m with you, y’know?” he explained into your hair, holding you close with his hand on the back of your head. ”You got no idea how much you mean to me, baby.”

Squeezing him as tight as you could, you returned the favor. ”I love you so much. This is the most amazing gift I’ve ever received and the most amazing birthday I’ve ever had”, you swore. Frank’s heart skipped a beat at the seriousness behind your words, an uncharted level of happiness soaring in his chest as he realized he had been successful in giving you the way you deserved.

He pulled away ever so slightly, just so he could look into your eyes and caress your cheek. ”The world’s a better goddamn place with you in it. I know mine wouldn’t be half as bright without you. Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

[angeliqueiguess]

kitchen nightmares (s.jn)

018. strangers w.count:772

warnings: swearing.

The next few days, Y/n and Johnny moved like complete strangers at the restaurant, carefully avoiding each other whenever possible. The tension between them was so palpable that anyone who worked there could feel it.

Karina and Haechan noticed right away. Karina, ever the determined one, tried to get Y/n to open up. She approached her during breaks, found moments to talk when they were alone, but all she got were forced smiles and quick changes of subject. Y/n clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and while Karina understood that, she wasn’t about to let her friend drown in her own silence.

Haechan, on the other hand, had his own approach. Being the resident joker, he tried to crack jokes whenever Johnny and Y/n were in the same room, hoping to break the tension. But even he, with all his charm and energy, gave up after a few attempts. Every time he tried, Johnny would shoot him a look that practically screamed, "Not now."

“This is bad,” Mark murmured one night as they cleaned the bar.

“Like, end-of-the-world bad,” Haechan added, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“You’re telling me,” Mark agreed. “I miss when they used to tease each other. Now it’s just… ice.”

Meanwhile, Y/n threw herself into her work. She picked up extra shifts, took on tasks that weren’t hers, and did everything she could to keep her mind occupied. She had built a wall around herself, making polite small talk with customers and forcing smiles that never quite reached her eyes. Inside, she was exhausted. Every time she passed Johnny, it felt like a weight settled in her chest, heavy and suffocating. But she wasn’t going to apologize—not when she firmly believed she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Johnny wasn’t doing any better. He had grown colder and more distant, barking out orders in clipped tones and keeping conversations with the staff to the bare minimum. He avoided unnecessary interactions with Y/n entirely. But late at night, when the restaurant was quiet, he’d find himself staring at the door she usually walked through. A strange mix of guilt and something deeper twisted in his stomach, making it harder and harder to sleep.

One night, after closing, Y/n stayed behind to help Karina with inventory. The two of them worked silently in the wine storage room, counting bottles. The quiet was starting to feel suffocating, and finally, Karina broke it.

“Are you going to tell me what the fuck's going on?” she asked, glancing at the list in her hand.

Y/n looked up for a second before quickly focusing back on the numbers. “It’s nothing important.”

Karina set the paper down on the counter and crossed her arms. “It’s clearly important. You’ve been miserable lately. And for the record, so has he.”

Y/n swallowed hard and shook her head. “It’s… complicated.”

Karina’s voice softened as she placed a reassuring hand on Y/n’s shoulder. “Then make it less complicated.”

The words hung in the air, heavy but true. Y/n pressed her lips together, trying to hold back the storm she’d been bottling up for days. Finally, she let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve been trying so hard,” she said, her words trembling. “To prove that I’m not just Leeteuk’s little sister. I want people to see me for who I am, not who they think I am because of him.” Her voice cracked as she continued, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “And him… he just doesn’t seem to care. At all.”

What Y/n didn’t know was that Johnny had been standing just outside the half-open door. He’d come back because he’d forgotten his jacket but stopped in his tracks when he overheard the conversation. Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, each one carrying a weight he wasn’t prepared to confront.

He clenched his fists, guilt clawing at his insides. A part of him wanted to walk in, to say something, anything, to fix things. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned and left quietly, unable to face the truth of what he’d just heard.

The next day, Johnny was even quieter than usual. Haechan noticed and made a passing comment about it, but Johnny ignored him. Y/n noticed too. She saw how his eyes lingered on her just a second too long, how his movements seemed slower when she was nearby. But she didn’t say a word.

The distance between them remained, thick and heavy, but something was beginning to shift. The anger and frustration were starting to fade, replaced by something else. Something neither of them was ready to confront.

prev. masterlist. next

angie's note: poor jeno and his loafers

taglist: @thegracerammy @neocupidd @pjsteroid @peterm4rker @pandagirl753 (lemme know it you'd like to be tagged <3)

[fatbiatchforever]

Out of time (Pt. 6)

Pt. 5

"Are we ever going to talk about what happened?"

Yeppppppppppppppppppppp, take a good guess which dumbass blurted that out. 

YOU.

Last thing you wanted to do was seem surprised or nervous by the question, so you held your head high and gripped the counter a little tighter for some courage.

Bucky was surprised, clearly. Both of you held eye contact for ten long seconds before Bucky looked behind, "You want to talk about it here?"

You looked at the kids, "No," He does have a point, "But, I don't know. Yeah, it's something I thought about."

"Y/N," Bucky's hesitation was showing. You felt bad that you just springed this on him. 

You moved back and turned around to not look at him for a second, to breath out and internally curse yourself for getting here. 

"I'm sorry, forget it. It's all in the past and everyone's moved on and-"

"I haven't."

You turn to Bucky. All of the hesitation you saw before had disappeared. Bucky looked you straight in the eye, which made you feel way too vulnerable. Like he was back at it again. His whole attention on you and only you. Noticing each and every movement of your body, trying to read what's going on in your head. 

You shake the chills away as calmly as you could before asking for more, "What do you mean?"

"It's only you till you tell me that we're done. I kept my word."

The fact that your eyeballs didn't pop out of your socket was unbelievable, "HUH? But, but, you, what?!"

While you broke into million pieces, Bucky was doing pretty well. He simply nodded and continued to look at you like he said the most simplest/straight forward thing ever.

You looked at the kids before you continued, "You fucking left, so how's you waiting for my signal make any fucking sense?!"

"I didn't leave."

"Oh, so you were in the city this whole time but led me to believe that you were gone for five years?"

"WH-" 

You both look over to the kids, who were way too deep in the game to focus on your bickering.

"Cass, can you look after the kids for five minutes?" Cass nods before picking Riley up and focusing back on the game.

Bucky stares at you before you roll your eyes and walk to your room. You flop onto your bed. This was a lot to process in the span of a minute.

"Y/N,"

You look up at him,

"I wouldn't have left if I didn't have to. I, fucked so much up in my life-"

"Buck, that's not true."

"It is. These five years, I thought about it all. I got everything I didn't have for the most of my life with you, but I lost you because I was scared. It was right for you to leave. I should've known what I had before losing it."

Bucky exhales, "The day of our," he looks at you, which you return back with a nod, "I heard from one of my sources, HYDRA was starting-"

"How do they keep respawning like this?"

You immediately cover your mouth with wide eyes, before turning your gaze for Bucky who had a smidge of smile to continue, "They were determined to get their most prized possession back."

"What?"

Bucky nodded, "They wanted their power back. I was the first part of the plan."

Your heart sank. It made sense. All of it made sense. You knew Bucky and everything he would do to protect you. You whispered, "So letting me go was easier than letting me stay."

"If it meant that you were safe, then yes. I knew if I said I wasn't happy you would leave. I needed you out of the house so if they found me, nothing happens to you."

You could feel Bucky's eyes on you, but you didn't have anything to say. You looked at your rug, relieving that night and the hurt, but with a different perspective this time.

"Ross heard about it and he wanted me out. He was convinced that HYDRA had something none of us knew about. He told me to leave before I ruin Avengers reputation by turning back to,"

You moved aside to make space for him to sit. Bucky looked at you to make sure, before taking the spot.

"Is that why you needed to leave?"

"Yeah," Bucky took a moment before continuing, "Ross was right. If I stayed and something did happen, the US government would've been less forgiving. It was better for me to leave,"

"Buck, you could have told me."

Bucky sighed, "Y/N,"

"I know." 

Bucky always kept his missions and Avenger related stuff away from you. He didn't want you to get tangled up in it and get hurt.

"Did you get them? HYDRA?"

"Took me a while to track them down but yeah."

"Did they have anything on them?"

Bucky's silence was all the answer you needed.

"Shit!"

"After we got them, I went back to Wakanda for a bit."

"You're okay?"

"I am."

"Y/N," Bucky called.

You turned to him.

"I, I know, none of this is fair to you. I didn't come back to ruin what you have here. I had-"

You couldn't help it. He was right there. The person you tried so hard to hate was right there telling you he waited for you. Telling you that everything you hated him for was all untrue.

You whimpered. No one could ever make you feel like he did. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer, deepening the kiss, holding the nape of your neck that made you shiver. Just as you pulled back, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. 

You took it all in, his scent, his warmth and his presence.

"I love you." Bucky whispered in your ear.

You wrapped your arms him, "I love you too."

"I missed you."

"I'm not surprised."

Bucky laughed into your neck, his voice vibrating into your skin, "Fuck, I missed you so much."

"Why didn't you just tell me Bucky? We could have figured it out."

"I didn't want HYDRA anywhere near you. Anything to lead them to you."

Bucky held your face, running his thumb on your cheeks, "I could have done it differently. I'm sorry, doll. I did what I thought was right back then. You don't have to forgive me or even talk to me, or be anywhere near me,"

You raised your eyebrow, "You've been back for five minutes and I can't stop kissing you."

"Hmm," Bucky kisses you, "Good, don't stop. If you ever give me another chance, I promise to do better. Instead of making decisions for our relationship on my own, we'll do it together."

"Damn, character development." Bucky looked at you with so much love that you knew you had to be honest, "I, I was angry at you for so long, but I knew I loved you and it hurt so much. I know we have so much to figure out but I love you and I want to try."

"Me too."

Bucky and you smiled, staying tangled up in each other for a bit.

"Buck?"

"Hmm,"

"It's been really quite out there."

"Oh, right." 

Bucky moves his hands away and gets up.

You walk out, but immediately turn back,

"Don't worry, stays between us."

You smile and nod, "For now."

"For now."

[towards-toramunda]

A short lil fic that I wanted to exist:

The desert waste surrounding the malleus key was quiet and violently red.

Tomorrow Bell’s Hells planned to break in, use the key, and, hopefully, fearfully, arrive on the ruddy surface of Ruidus. They didn’t know when their next true rest would come, not really. Now, however, all was still. The only sound a dull thrum emanating from the inner workings of the key, and all was shaded a deep red. The shifting rainbow of the leylines still in their continuous dance, unchanged from their emergence weeks ago.

It was the second watch of the night, Orym and Ashton. Orym may not have dark vision, but the malleus key’s red vibrancy colored every visible surface around for miles, and it was the clearest he could view the world at night since… ever. It was disquieting. If he could see others in the shifting sand, surely they could see the hells too.

He moved his focus to his friends. They were all clumped together, FCG and Fearne surrounding Chetney, Imogen back to back with Fearne and holding onto Laudna with so much gentleness it hurt his heart. He shifted his focus back out. He needed to protect them. No matter the cost.

“Hey” Ashton broke the silence.

“Yeah?” Orym looked up at Ashton, they had a scarf wrapped around their head to hide the flickering lights of their injury, and Ashton’s sight was locked in place on the malleus key.

“After all of this is over… lets all go back to Zephrah for a bit. Rest up.” Their voice was hard and steely, their gaze never shifting from the key ahead.

“Ash…” Orym’s looked to the ground at his feet “I don’t want to pl-“

“No. We’re gonna go in, do what we fucking came to do, and then we’re gonna go to Zephrah. We’re gonna see your mom.” Their hands were tense, picking at their cuticles, their left leg bouncing. “Shes gonna make us muffins. We’ll bring them to the roof and look at the sunset. All of us. Together.”

Orym could feel the pressure of tears beginning to form behind his eyes as he began staring at the malleus key with the same determination. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but…

“I’ll bring a bottle of mead” he grabbed Ashton’s hands with one of his to still them “theres a bee keeper in my neighborhood who makes the best elderberry mead in all of Tal’Dore.”

Both of them had their gaze locked on the bloody bridge ahead of them. Ashton squeezed Orym’s hand like a lifeline.

“That must be the guy your mom got the honey from” the wind was howling and stirring sand up around them.

“Yeah thats him.” The steady crackle of energy coming from the key added an electric feeling to the air.

“We’re gonna sit on the roof, and eat your mom’s muffins with honey, and drink mead, and do a round of what the fuck is up with that.” They could see the scattered skeleton of their former airship, now coated in dust, and scavenged for parts. What was meant to be destructive instead made useful.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re gonna go to Zephrah together. We’re all gonna-“ tears began to fall down Orym’s cheeks.

Ashton bowed his neck and raised Orym’s hand up to meet their lips, placing a soft, dry kiss to the back of his hand.

“We’re gonna go to Zephrah.” Ashton’s gaze never once moved away from the malleus key. “We’re gonna go back to Zephrah.”

Link on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52884496

[the-ellia-west]

“There’s someone waiting for you at the inn. He says he's got information on the fate of a friend of yours.” Laoriia pulled her hair back into a ponytail. “Do you know who he's talking about?”

Euania's eyes widened, and her hands flew to her mouth. “Alkain! What did the messenger tell you about him?” She grabbed Laoriia's shoulders. “Is he alive?”

“He just told me to come get you. Said it was urgent.”

Euania leaped to her feet, dropping the basket in her arms as she ran in the direction Laoriia had come from. Mennel jumped at the sudden movement and scrambled to follow her. To his surprise, she was fast, much faster than he would have expected. Despite her speed, the young warrior kept up with her, just managing to keep sight on her fluffy tail disappearing around a corner.

Mennel's mind ran with his body as he remembered his mentor's last words to him, desperately needing to know if there was even a chance he was still alive. Euania gritted her teeth, eyes narrowed in determination and desperation as she pressed herself onward, prayers hissing through gritted teeth in between gasps for air.

But as the familiar sign came into view, Mennel skidded to a stop as Euania shoved her way through the doors out of his sight. A strangled sound came from the direction of the spirit as her hands flew to her mouth, halfway between a scream and a gasp.

Mennel poked his head into the building as Euania threw her arms around the figure of the messenger. But just then, a familiar voice sent his hair to sparks of shock and joy. "Gentle Nia! Ow!" Then he spotted him. He looked far worse than Mennel had ever seen him. His skin had grown paler, and large portions of it were covered in bruises and cuts, his beard and sandy hair ragged and untrimmed, and dark circles shadowing heavy bloodshot eyes.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK!" Euania glared at Alkain as she squeezed his lower pair of hands in hers, glaring harshly at him.

"Nia, I-" But before he could continue, she pulled him forward into a kiss.

Alkain's eyes widened for a second before he melted into her arms and broke down in tears. They fell away from one another as Alkain slumped against Euania. "Ugh... Ow... fuck... Gently..." Then he collapsed fully. "Nia..."

"Hey, Just shut up okay?" The spirit brushed his long sandy golden hair out of his face as she waved for Mennel to help her carry him.

The Scene that gives context to this one

@cosmicfortuna @sunflowerrosy @kia-is-poisoned @chronicler-of-narrative @darkandstormydolls @leahnardo-da-veggie @ryahisbored

[headstrongblake]

letter 32.

nick's determined to find you, bring you home. i wish there was something i could say to him that would help him with this, in coping with losing you...because while i hope against hope that you'll come back with us when we find you...i know already. i know you won't return with us. i know that. but nick doesn't. he does his best to hold onto the hope that bringing you back will fix everything that went wrong since that man. i think his hope is getting into my soul, working it's way into my dreams because when we finally stopped at this crap motel tonight after hundreds of miles...i had the most vivid dream. so real that when i woke up....my heart ached for it.

you were there. happy and a little older, but you looked less worn. like you no longer carried such a devastating weight that i know you've been saddled with long before you ever should've been. we were happy. i was so confused as i walked down the hallway, filled with gorgeous pictures we must have framed...there was a child laughing...i think that's why i was confused the most, i haven't had dreams like this, or even thought of a family since our scare...but when i got downstairs...oh grant, there she was. our little girl, laughing on the kitchen counter, making a mess with you. it appeared so real...felt so real.

god, nick's hope is infectious and dangerous. this won't be our life and i'm devastated by it...i know i was terrified about being a mom, terrified about possibly having a child but...i wish you knew that if i could go back, i'd make sure you know that one day.... a family with you would have been my dream.

letter 19.

i hate you so much for leaving. for doing this to me. to nick!! to the family we created here. i hate you, grant. god i hate you so much and worst of all, i hate myself even more because i still love you. i still love you so much that if you showed up here right now, right this second...you know i'd fold into your arms, and tell you how that everything's going to be okay now. i write that and know how fucked up that is. how could you do that to somebody you love?! how the hell could you promise to love me, to never leave me and after everything we've been through together...you did. i believed you, every time you swore you loved me i believed it. i think part of me still does, but when i do, when i remember all the promises you made, and how you made me feel in every moment we spent together...i'm just angrier. you don't get to promise someone a love like i thought we had and then just abandon them!? it's not fucking fair grant. it's not. you broke my fucking heart...

letter 74.

i still miss you at times, grant. please, don't ever think that because my life has continued that i forget you, or everything we did together. you're my family. part of my family here and that will always be true. kassy and i are better. i understand why she was hurt when nick and i left to look for you, i can understand the anger and pain she felt in how we left her, especially for you. i love you still, i don't know if that will ever change, but you're not at the forefront of my thoughts anymore, haunting me. & most importantly...you are not here. kassy is. bellamy is. alec. nate. trinity. atom. liv. they're all here and i'm finding more of myself. i'm pouring into those i love who are here and i'm pouring more into myself again. bell doesn't love it, but i started a new business here. exacting justice, giving a little payback. it's brilliant and growing fast. word on the street lately is that i am who you go to when you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. i was tired of being too late, of not being helpful, of the people i love the most...being hurt in ways i can't keep stomaching. this is how i fix that. how i do my part in it.

but I have to admit, there are parts that worry me. i'm sure that'll worry bell if he notices it. but the violence, the cruelty, the darkness of this world—it's getting easier to manage, easier to duel out. I'm changing grant, but i also think i'm becoming who i need to be.

i don't know why i'm still writing these....but, it helps. when i can't sleep, when i'm spinning out...writing to you helps.

|| @thewholecrew