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Hi I hope you’re doing well, can I request an angst fic where it’s readers first time with Adam Sackler and he moans Hanna’s name, oop sad ending pls

A/N: hey honey, I hope you are doing fine. I’m sorry it took me this long to write this, I was trying to keep up with my writing schedule when life got in the way.

Despite that, I truly hope that you enjoy this!

Warnings: smut, angst with no happy ending.

You met Adam at work, you were the stylist for a play in which he was acting on and, at first, the relationship between you two was strictly professional. You would only see while fitting tests and whenever he needed help with his costume.

And of course you thought that he was gorgeous, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t think so, but he had never caught your attention sexually because you believed he was too much for you, too far from your league. And so you were content with watching from far.

Things started to change when he noticed you for real. Adam started to look for you for minimal things that clearly didn’t really need your attention and flirt shamelessly with you as you performed the job he asked you to do.

As he flirted, you mostly stayed silent blushing and smiling, your brain lighting up with fireworks as you did your best not to lose focus on what he asked you to do, but it got harder every time.

As the man got bolder, he would literally take his clothes off telling you that they needed repair as he stood in full glory with just underwear, watching you with his sinful eyes.

One day, while you were sewing one of his costumes, you felt his warm hand embracing your chin as he got closer, his hot breath hitting your face.

Slowly, you turned your face to him which immediately caused your lips to touch each his, very lightly, but it was still enough to set a wildfire in your interior. .

It didn’t take him long to make the kiss deeper, attaching his lips to yours and exploring your mouth with his tongue, gently dominating you and your every sensation as you felt his hands pressing to your waist, helping you to create enough courage to touch him, making sure that it wasn’t a dream.

As your hand touched his soft dark hair which barely covered his ears, you gasped, the realization that it was actually happening, hitting you finally. Your reaction caused him to smirk into you and you melted into his kiss.

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After a couple of weeks of stolen kisses here and there, Adam finally asked you out on a proper date in an italiana cantina that he swore to be the best in New York city.

With the passage of time, the more you got to know each other and you got to see that he was more than muscles and naughty humor, the man was kind of weird, but he was also genuine and a good listener who had lived through a lot of bad things.

However, you were still insecure to date him. A part of the reason why was because you never really felt like you were enough, the other one was Adam’s ex Hannah. You had never met her or heard of the woman despite what he had said, but he talked too much about her and as he did, you could see that he wasn’t entirely over their relationship and his feelings for her. After all, it was all too intense.

The problem was that even though your brain knew that you might have been walking into the perfect trap which would result in a broken heart, your stupid heart kept falling for him and your needy body kept on desiring the man to touch you.

And so you decided that you would wait until you were sure to give yourself to him, you would fight your physical needs and listen to the voice of reason once in your life.

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You were at his place, lying against his chest while you and him read silently, just enjoying each other’s company when you realized you were ready. The domestic vibe the moment gave you and the comfort Adam had been giving you everyday made it clear to you that you could trust him.

So gathering your courage, you opened your mouth and released the words before they got stuck forever. “I’m ready, Adam”

“What, kid?” he asked, taking his head off of his book and looking directly into your eyes.

“I said that I’m ready” you repeated smiling from how cute he was.

“For wha-. Oh” his eyes got darker as a sexy smirk cracked on his perfect face. “Are you sure?” he asked, always concerned with you.

You nodded as a reply, anticipation already clouding your head as lust started to pump into your veins.

Placing his book and yours in the nightstand, Adam switched positions, holding his body on top of yours with his hands as he lowered his head, connecting your lips together.

As you enjoyed his kisses, you got bolder, letting your hands travel through his body, feeling his muscles on his back and defined chest, gently caressing his nipples with your fingers and even playfully squeezing his ass.

“Who would have thought you would be such a slut” he said, taking his lips off of yours and letting them explore your neck, switching the support from his hands to his knees since he started to ease off your clothes.

As he marked your neck purple, Adam took your old sleeping shorts off, letting them fall on the ground before taking his hands higher up, to the bottom of your gigantic nirvana shirt you also slept on.

While he took off your shirt and appreciated your body, you felt your insecurities melt away, the way his eyes lingered upon your skin showing all the hunger, passion and devotion the man had for you and making you feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.

“Such a pretty whore, I bet you are just as pretty down here” the naughty words echoed in your ears, going straight to your already drenched cunt as you watched his hands closing around your panties, ready to take them off as well.

In no time, you were naked, the cold air meeting the wetness on your pussy and sending shivers down your spine as your inner walls clenched around nothing, already begging for him to fill them up and fuck them just like wanted.

“Just like I imagined, the perfect pussy” Adam talked mostly to himself as you felt the tip of his finger tracing your folds, collecting your arousal in it.

You kept your eyes on his hungry ones as he started to play with your cunt, giving it the attention it had been begging for only to be denied by yourself. He started with your clit, lazily rubbing it, making you moan instantly.

“Needy, are we?” he mocked you, not stopping his lazy pace, giving you just the tiniest bit of release, teasing you, making you wish and beg for more.

“Adam, please go faster” you asked and with a low groan he gave you what you wanted.

His finger gained speed as his other hand went up, playing with your nipples, massaging them as well as your tits, before pulling them lightly, the pain mixing with the pleasure he made you feel and driving you mad.

It didn’t take you too long to cum, legs shaking, eyes closing as his name left your mouth again and again.

When you finally came back from it, you found him naked, his huge veiny dick with a red tip already dripping with precum on his hand as he pleased himself.

Your instant reaction was to gasp, the size of him making you scared, but mostly aroused, ready to be completely filled up with it.

“I’m going to ruin your perfect pussy, slut” he said getting closer.

Wrapping your legs against his waist and supporting his weight with one hand, Sackler took the tip of his dick to your sensitive cunt, guiding it up and down, purposely touching your clit every now and then.

As he provoked you and your body, you held his arm and back, eyes glued to his as if you would die if you turned your head the other way.

When he thought it was lubricated enough, he guided it to your whole, slowly easing it into you.

At first, you felt pain, not accustomed to being filled with such a huge cock, but as you felt his finger on your clit, the pain quickly turned into pleasure.

You had never been so full in your life, it seemed like he was occupying all the space inside of you, touching every part of your walls and your cervix without even moving and you thought to yourself that it was definitely something you would never get accustomed too.

He started moving slowly, giving you time to take him comfortably, the sound of his groans and your soft moans filling up the room sounding like the most beautiful poem ever written.

“Your so fucking tight” he said, breathless as his rythym started to increase. His finger never leaving your clit, as the sound of skin against skin got louder just like the sounds coming from both of your mouths.

Adam had a precise and steady rhythm which gave you constant pleasure, the fire in your body growing with every second.

“Shitshit, Hannah” you heard him say and it instantly caused the pleasure to stop.

You could tell that he hadn’t noticed what he said by the look on his face, but you just couldn’t go on. A line had been crossed.

“Stop” you said and he did what you asked, hips stopping with his cock still inside of you. “What did you just say?”.

You were able to see as realization hit him, the confusion once in his features disappearing, being replaced with regret.

He took himself off of you and stared at your face, for the first time since you met him, staying silent.

Without another word you got out of the bed, gathering your clothes on the floor, humiliation filling up the space once occupied by lust as tears stained your face. You were right when you thought you had fallen into a trap.

“y/n, please don’t go, let’s talk about this” he pleaded, hand closing around your wrist.

But it was too late, you would never feel secure with him again, the fear of losing him to his ex would always be on your mind, taking the good times away and replacing them with doubt. So you shook your head and got your wrist free of his hold, quickly putting on your clothes and leaving his room and apartment behind.

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Hi! Can you add me to your taglist for everything please? Thank you I love your work!!!💕

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Hi! Can u pls pls add me to your Keanu Fics? Tank you!🥺

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hiii can u please please add me to your Keau taglist?🥺

Hi hi! Consider it done!🤗

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Worn Out

Keanu helps you relax after a tiring day.

A tiny thing written for me by me. Mostly unedited. This was initially a drabble, but it really lacked flow, so now it’s that. Nsfw. 

It is another exhausting day and it feels like you’ve had too many of those in the past few months. 

You’re worn out; your steps are heavy, making it very hard for you to climb upstairs.

You stall very briefly before entering the bedroom to admire Keanu sitting in the bed, holding an iPad in his hands. 

He’s watching a motorcycle race and he looks so serene that it immediately makes you less stressed.

It doesn’t take long until he notices you and a wide grin appears on his face. 

“Hey,” he beams, but very soon his smile narrows seeing the fatigue in your glassy eyes.

“Come here, baby,” Keanu invites, dragging the duvet away and uncovering his thighs, revealing the boxers he likes to sleep in. 

Making some space for your weary frame, he spreads his legs, and as he turns the bedside lamp on, you turn off the remaining lights creating a cozy atmosphere.

You have no extra strength to get under the shower, so you simply take your dress off and crawl into bed in just your underwear. 

Keanu helps you navigating, guiding you so that you end up sitting between his opened legs.

He unclasps your bra, giving your breasts the freedom they have been craving the whole day, and once the straps are past your shoulders, he slides them down, before tossing the dark piece of fabric away. 

Your bare back is pressing to his chest, and you fully sink into him, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.

At first, you flinch a little from the initial sensation of his beard brushing against your shoulder, but then you feel his fingers gently rubbing the irritation away. 

He’s gentle; his hands are stroking your shoulder blades, massaging your tired muscles to relieve the tension in your upper back.

It’s so soothing having Keanu touching you, feeling his warm breath lingering on your skin, his lips occasionally nibbling your cheek. 

Then, you sense his fingertips smoothly running up and down your arms, as he begins peppering kisses all over the back of your neck.

Carefully, his hands move forward cupping your breasts, which seem so perfectly fitted for his palms. His thumbs start circling your nipples, and you shiver, feeling the sensation traveling all the way to your limbs.

Very slowly, his digits wander past your belly button, sliding under your panties and finding the way to your clit. 

“Let me take care of you.” He whispers warming up your ear, and you spread your legs a little farther apart, giving him an easier access.

Gradually, Keanu starts drawing lazy circles around your bud, his fingertips traveling in a broad circumference, gathering your wetness with every twirl. 

Occasionally, he sinks lower teasing your entrance, but it’s only a small dip before he comes back to caressing your pearl.

He knows it drives you crazy when you’re desperate to feel him inside.

You lean back, comfortably resting your hands onto his thighs, allowing your fingers to freely roam his leg hair. 

After a long day, it feels amazing having Keanu helping you relax. 

You know he loves to take care of you and he doesn’t expect anything in return.

The sight of you squirming in his arms is motivating enough, and Keanu begins applying more pressure, making you whimper and clench his quads.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” he breathes, increasing the pace of his digits gliding between your drenched folds. 

He’s determined, yet gentle, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of force. A little bit more, and it would almost be painful, but the way Keanu keeps working, it’s perfect to build you up.  

You feel your abdomen tightening, but you still need a little bit more. “Don’t stop, Ke. P-Please.” You mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his fingertips; your juices making the most wonderful sounds, as he keeps drawing vigorous circles to send you over the edge.

“Come on, love,” he growls. You can feel Keanu is turned on just from seeing how much you’re enjoying him. 

He adores hearing your moans, the way you arch your back welcoming the pleasure, making your bottoms press closer to his semi-hard cock.

He keeps on steadily rubbing, until the powerful orgasm seizes your lower body, making you writhe between his thighs.

The throbs are so strong, that you turn your head to the side and bite on his bicep, while he keeps on playing with your over-sensitized nerves. You want him to stop already, but at the same time the remnants of your high are still present, and you allow him a few last strokes, before your fingers go downwards blocking your folds.

“You’re okay?” Keanu asks, crossing his arms over your still trembling body and pulling you closer into his tight embrace.

“Perfect.” Still catching your breath, you tilt your head sidewards for a small kiss, and then rest it onto his shoulder with your eyes closed.

Eventually, you fall asleep in Keanu’s arms, and he carefully tucks you in whispering good night.

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Drabble: The night is young (Jack x Reader)

Anon request: i wish you would write a fic where y/n is married to jack traven and it’s the night before he goes on duty for a full week starting tomorrow. a steamy action happen when they are in bathtub and y/n decided to please him but also giving him orgasm denial so that he would remember her for the whole week. fluff is highly required here☺️ thank you!

Pairing: Jack Traven x Reader

Wordcount: 1313

Warnings: smut (oral; penetration, orgasm denial; fem!dom)

Soaking in the bathtub, bubbles covering, and perfuming your skin, you let out a deep sigh. Why the weekend was so short? You barely had time to really rest, especially with that article your editor sent over to be rewritten for the fifth time.

You still didn’t know why he was getting on your ass about it, but he wanted by Monday, so you had to spend most of your time in front of the computer without a chance to really appreciate Jack.

He was very understanding as usual. His own job was just as demanding but didn’t make you feel any less guilty. And when you were finally done Jack was caught up in a football game and you didn’t want to interrupt either, so you came here to rest and relax.

You felt a slight shift in the water before fingers trailed up your stomach and you sighed in contentment, blinking your eyes open to look at Jack.

“Thinking about joining me?”

“Maybe,” he grinned, leaning for a kiss. “You want that?”

You hummed in agreement watching as he stood up and slowly took off his shirt exposing all the glorious muscles built by years of working hard as a SWAT police officer. He kicked off his pants next, revealing thick and strong thighs and a generous bulge covered by the thin fabric of his boxers which quickly followed the same destiny of his jeans.

That Jack was a handsome man it was undeniable. His golden skin glistened in the iridescent light of the bathroom and for a moment he just stood there like a Greek statue sculpted to perfection. Just looking at him was enough to set up those sparks of arousal deep inside you and he knew.

He stepped into the bathtub, making water slosh over the rim and getting giggles out of you as he awkwardly folded his long legs inside the tub sitting down facing you. For a while, you two just stared at each other, before both fell into a fit of chuckles.

“This is weird,” Jack said.

“You’re making weird.”

“So, you just sit here and stare at the wall?” he asked dubiously. “That’s relaxing?”

“Well, I don’t stare at the wall,” you shifted around so you could rest against his chest, your ass fitting snuggly over his semi-hardness. This position was much more comfortable and you leaned your head back against his shoulder. “I close my eyes and just enjoy the warmth and the scent.”

Jack just hummed in reply, nuzzling against your temple as his hands traveled over your body, his touch much slower and softer due to the water. His warm breath tickled the loose hairs by your ear and his lips pressed soft kisses against your cheek. For a while, none of you spoke, just enjoying each other’s company, treasuring the moments spent together.

When you started dating Jack, the fact that he risked his life every day on his job put a strain in your relationship, but you learned to trust his abilities and understand that this was his calling. It didn’t make it easier, but it was a comfort.

“You’re really going to be gone all week?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “New weapons training. I’ll be back before you know it. You won’t even notice I’m gone with all the work you got going on.”

“Trust me, I’ll notice,” you said, once again moving around and the bathroom floor was soaked by now. “I always notice.” You pressed soft kisses all over his jaw. “I can’t sleep without you.”

“Me either,” he took hold of your jaw, making you still so he could lay a long kiss on your lips. Usually, you loved how dominant Jack could get, but tonight you wanted something different.

Getting up, you stepped out of the tub, mindful not to slip and ruin your night. You offered Jack a hand and he stepped out too, his arms immediately surrounding your waist, his lips finding any inch of exposed skin to kiss and suck, making you arch towards him, your body responding to his touch.

You backtracked towards the bedroom, giggling as you and Jack had to struggle to keep your balance until you reached the dry carpet and from there it was easy to spin Jack around and push him towards the bed. He raised himself on his elbows to watch as you crawled on top of him, straddling his lap and claiming his mouth for a hard kiss.

“You’re gonna think of me all week…” you whispered, hands tracing the shapes of his sculpted chest. Jack only nodded. “You’re gonna touch yourself and think of me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed as your lips dragged down his chin and neck, your tongue coming out to play, leaving wet traces for the cool air to dry. “I always do.”

“But you’re not gonna cum without me,” you declared, moving lower, mouthing the line of his scar, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him to full hardness. “I’m the only one that allowed to make you cum.”

“Yes, ma’am,” his breath was coming out in shuddered gasps. His hands fisting the sheets tightly and you could see the strain in his thigh muscles to keep himself from thrusting up. “Only you.”

“Good boy,” you smirked at Jack, bringing the head of his cock between your lips and sucking hard, making him groan loudly. You loved how responsive he was to your touch and how needy he got when you sucked his dick.

You ran the flat of your tongue over the underside vein and pressed teasing little kisses all over his girth, before sucking each one of his balls into your mouth, getting tiny little grunts out of Jack. He was so very vocal, and you loved it. You went back to the head, swirling your tongue around it, before finally letting all of his cock sink inside the heat of your mouth until the head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck! I’m close.” You already knew but the way he was throbbing on your tongue so you pull back just in time, squeezing his base firmly and Jack hissed.

“Didn’t say you could,” you smirked at him straddling him once more and rubbing your wet folds over his thick cock. You both moaned together, the teasing working both ways.

You loved the feel of him at your lips, just the suggestion of all the pleasures that thick erection promised you. Jack was the only one that could ever make you see stars as he fucked you.

Your thumb circled your clit teasingly, spiking up your pleasure and driving Jack insane with need over being able to look and not touch. Finally, you had enough teasing and slowly sunk on his cock, moaning at the feel of him stretching you so perfectly.

Once you were settled, you started riding him in a fast past, bringing his hands to your breast to cup and squeeze as you alternated between bouncing and grinding.

“Yeah, baby just like that. So fucking pretty riding my cock,” Jack cooed making you grin through you high. You could feel your body hot and tense, the pleasure intense and all-consuming and you were so so close already.

Jack could read your body like no one else and he knew it, of course, thrusting up to meet your movements, while your hand worked on your clit at a furious pace.

You cried out his name when you finally came, fingers digging on his abs, leaving crescent-shaped marks as you finally stilled and pulsed around him, his own movements growing messy and you pressed your hands to his chest and pulled out before he could reach his orgasm.

“What…?” He looked at you dazed and confused and you smirked leaning down to kiss his lips.

“Not done with you yet, officer and the night is young.”

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1st b-day prompts: Prompt 8B

This version of this prompt was requested by @the-darklings. The rest of the prompts will arrive tomorrow!

PROMPT: You’re draped on him while staring at me ft. Santino D’Antonio; Words: 223; Warnings: none;

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“You’re draped on him while staring at me, why that’s so, bella?” The dulcet tone of his voice was sending shivers down your spine. His hand placed on your waist was so hot it felt like he was about to burn a hole in you.

“I… I like your tie” you mumbled, forcing yourself to look up at his face, to notice the piercing gaze of his beautiful eyes.

“You like my tie?” He let out a little laugh and you gasped, rolling eyes at your own stupidity, “I bet there’s another reason for your eyes following my every movement…”

He was brave enough not trying to cover the fact that he was openly flirting with you while your date was chatting with some of his friend in a different part of the place.

“Tell me what I have to do to get you out of here, bella” he said suddenly, making you snap out of your thoughts.

You let your hand wander to his tie, patting it down few times, before his hand enveloped yours and he kissed it gently making you gasp.

“I saw you… I think that’s enough” you breathed out and he smiled, kissing your hand again.

“Perfetto… how about a dinner then? Just you and me… and some nice champagne.”

“I really can’t say ‘no’ to you, Santino.”

[amazingdriverfics]

hii! Can I pls request a part 2 of your fic Wish you were gay? I like the sad ending so maybe the 2nd part could be about reader moving on and Adam regretting everything? I need closure haha. Thank you!

A/N: hope you like this, I tried to keep the same sad and angsty vibe, but with a more confident reader, after all he had her through, she deserves it. 

If you feel like listening to the song that kinda inspired me it’s Algún día by RBD. 

warnings: angst with no happy ending, mention to toxic relationships and sex mentions. 

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Previous part

You mourned the end of your relationship with Adam - if what you had with him could be called that -. You called your best friend so they could hold you as you cried and binge watched your favorite shows over and over again, you ate all the things you wanted as you regretted the moment you met him and you screamed into your pillow as the anger he left you with consumed your every cell.

Eventually, you moved on, he came to your mind sometimes, but all you had to do to get him out was remember all the hell he put you through and all the times he made you feel like nothing. 

You started to go out with your friends, not really looking for anyone to hook up with, because this time you knew you were enough and that you could be happy by yourself, which didn’t mean you weren’t open to whatever could happen. 

Sometimes you would go out and just talk, drink or dance - or all of the above - with your friends, and sometimes you found someone who captured your interest and you would go for it, enjoying all that they could and wanted to give you. Perhaps the two of you would just make out wherever you were, but if you both felt like it, the night might end up in a bed.

Things were really going great, ever since the night you said to Sackler everything was over and you were not available to be his toy anymore, you hadn’t heard from him and, to be honest, you weren’t really surprised.At first, you wished hard that he would regret and give you any sign that he was alive, however, with the passage of time you let go of the vain expectation and figured out that it was for the best anyway. 

After all, you knew that he would never change and even if by a miracle he did, there was no way to erase what he had done. 

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As usual, Adam went back to Jessa, their love phase full on as they fucked all the time pretending that they weren’t too bad for each other, but, of course, the terrible phase came, it always did. One more time, they yelled all kind of nasty things to each other, once again his fists collided with whatever they could, once again their furniture met a violent end and once again he had to leave their place behind, walking through the New York streets with no destination, because, this time, she wasn't there to help him. 

He hadn’t thought too much about her ever since that night, sure he had been angry and called her a selfish bitch in his head over and over again as he checked in the first cheap hotel he could afford to spend the night. But now that he was in the same situation he had been when she lost her mind with him, it was impossible not to think about her, about all the times she had been there for him, like when he broke his leg, about all the times he fucked her and watched her cum and about all the times he forgot she existed since he was too distracted by his girlfriends, who never did as much for him. 

In that night as he looked for another cheap hotel, Adam finally realized just how bad he had fucked things up. 

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Six months since that terrible yet freeing night had passed when you heard from him again. You were in your tub, your favorite chill tunes playing in the background and the smell of your favorite bath bomb and candles filling your nostrils when the vibration of your phone made you open your eyes. 

Instantly your eyes focused on the shining screen, a big contrast to the darkness of your bathroom, only lit by candles.You had deleted his contact, but you recognized the number anyway. In the past, it was so rare for him to send you anything at all that everytime he did your brain almost exploded in fireworks, which, unfortunately, engraved the digits in it. 

Hey, can we talk?

As you got the cellphone in your hands, you did what you should have done long ago, but you didn’t have the guts to.

No matter what he wanted, you were never going back and if deleting his number wasn’t enough, blocking it would definitely do. 

After it was done, you placed your phone back where it had been and once again laid your head back, letting the song fill your mind and the bath wash him away. 

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This time, much to everyone's surprise, Sackler didn’t go back to Jessa, he found a new place and let her in the past, hoping to right some of his many wrongs. 

Starting with y/n.

Ever since the realization he had been a dick to her, she hadn’t gotten out of his mind. Now that he had lost y/n, her smile didn’t leave his thoughts, as well as her eyes, her body, her hair, her laughter, her sweet personality. 

He had thought for a long time before sending her a message, but eventually his feelings got the best of him and he sent it. At first, Sackler was surprised the message was sent, he had considered for quite a while the chance she had blocked his number and, to be honest, he wouldn’t blame her for it, after it got to the destination the man was filled with a sense of hope. 

The happiness didn’t last for long, as he saw he had been ignored and tried to send her another text, Adam found out that she had blocked him this time and that she was ready to leave him in the past. 

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The sound of someone knocking on your door interrupts you as you were getting ready. Today you had dinner with Louis, a guy you met at work, and you were truly excited. He was pretty, the two of you had tons in common, he was really easy to talk to and, the most important part, he treated you like you deserved to be treated. 

You didn’t think too much before going to your living ready to answer it, it was probably some neighbour needing something, but you couldn’t help leaving your mouth open as the door revealed a big figure you knew too well. 

“y/n” you heard his deep pleading voice as you watched his brown eyes taking you in “looking good”. 

The compliment took you out of your trance, mouth sealing shut as your features darkened, annoyance pumping in your veins as you were taken back by the audacity he had to show up at your door once more after all that time. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you spitted out, tone dry as you didn’t bother to worry about his feelings for once.

“I’m here to say I’m sorry” he started, body still and features soft like you had never seen before. “I’m aware I have been-”

“An asshole, a selfish prick, a son of a bitch, a pathetic imbecile and an arrogant dick?” you finished for him, all the anger stored in your body exploding out of you. 

“Yes, I deserve that” his sad voice replied, but this time you couldn’t care less.

“No shit. Look, I have things to do, just leave” you commanded before sighting, he could have not picked up a worst time to do whatever he was trying to do. 

“I’ll be quick.I regret using you like that. I had to lose you to learn how to truly deserve and respect you. I left Jessa a couple of months ago, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how good you were to me. And I really tried to get my shit together and leave you alone after you blocked me, but I needed to give it one last try, so I’m here.” Sackler confessed, the words going straight to your brain as it tried to process the whole thing going on. 

Your first reaction was to laugh - hard -, tears even gathering on the conners of your eyes from how shocked you were after his quick speech. When you finally stopped, words started to flow out of your mouth, all the feelings you had been holding on for too long showing on every letter:

“I don’t know who you think you are to break me up time after time and to fucking declare yourself to me when I finally get my shit together and move on, but I have to let you know that no matter what you say to me, no matter how much you think you have changed, no matter how much you beg for me to love you again it won’t happen. The day you walked out that door, you freed me, I became the person I was meant to be after leaving you behind and I’m not going to be your plaything ever again. So I’m going to close this door and get ready for my date and you are going to get the hell away from here and, if you really care for me, you are never going to look for me again.” 

You didn’t wait for a reply as you closed the door, shaking your head and getting yourself back together, ready to finish your makeup and walk out your apartment with someone who would be actually good for you.

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Oh my fracking glob im dead😭 Please dont say that’s the end of Lullaby?🥺

Ahhh, no don't cryyyy! I assure you, it's not, there still some angst (but can it even get worse that marrying someone else, idk.) Anyways, it's not the end, there's just one more chapter to go

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Hiii! 80 with John Wick pleasee❣

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Prompt: “We’d be such a hot couple.”

Words: 613

The moment John was informed that you were awake, he had sprinted down the hall and to your room at lightning speed.

He doesn’t know what to expect once he steps foot inside. The immense fear John experienced when he heard the voicemail on his phone is one unmatched, and he spent the last two hours pacing around the waiting area, not knowing precisely what had occurred. The uncertainty was excruciating, something he wishes to never feel again.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay.

John repeats those words like a mantra as he nears your door, silently hoping that all is well and his worries are unfounded. He pauses for a beat to collect himself, deeply exhaling a breath or two to calm his tense nerves. For a split second, he hears the sweet sound of your voice, assuring him that nothing’s wrong.

You’ll be okay.

The door slowly opens as John enters. He immediately sees you in bed, a cast wrapped around your arm, scratches littering your delicate face, and a dark, purple bruise marring your left eye. It breaks his heart seeing you this way, pained and scarred. He wonders all of the things he could have done to prevent this.

He should have driven you to work this morning.

He should have called to check up on you.

He should have done this and that—everything to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Mr. Wick?”

The doctor finally acknowledges John as he stands idly by the doorway, pushing aside the storm of thoughts brewing in his head.

The explanation she gives is, fortunately, brief and positive. You had been in a minor car accident leaving work and got wheeled into the hospital shortly after losing consciousness. None of the injuries sustained should be a cause for concern, although knowing John, he’d fret about them more than needed.

“One more thing,” the woman adds, though John’s eyes remain solely on you. “Y/N was administered anesthetic while we were treating their wounds. They’re a bit confused right now but should be good to go home in the next hour or so.”

John murmurs a quick thanks before he’s finally left alone with you. The weight on his shoulders lessens as he approaches your bedside, a quiet yet relieved smile crossing his face.

He sees you looking at him, slightly bewildered, as if you’re unsure of who he is. A side effect of the anesthesia, he remembers.

“Hey there,” John gently cooes, taking a seat on the chair next to you. “How are you feeling?”

A soft giggle flutters from your upturned lips. Unsure of the cause, the mere sound of it is still harmonious to his ears.

“I’m sorry,” you slurred, chuckling. “You might be cute, but I’m married.”

John knits his brow at your statement, gathering a second for his mind to catch up. Realizing what you meant by that, he laughs in amusement, lifting his left hand to show the silver ring on his finger. “Yeah, you are married. To me.”

“What? No…” You dismissed, genuinely unaware of the truth. “There’s no way I could be married to a handsome fella like you. Shame, we’d be such a hot couple. Oh, please don’t tell my husband that.”

“I promise I won’t,” he chortles with a massive grin. “I’m just… really glad you’re okay.”

You smile beautifully, and John had to fight the urge to kiss you right there. Perhaps you’ll let him once the anesthesia entirely wears off. Until then, he’ll sit with you for however long it takes, listening to you gush about how much you love and adore your husband, not knowing it’s truly him.

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Hey I really like your writing! I just recently got in this community and there are so many talented people! 💕 Can you do 31 with Mr. John Wick? This man makes me weak at the knees...Thanks! 💖

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Prompt: “Slowly turn aroun— did I not just say ‘slowly’?”

Words: 573

A/N: Aww thank you so much and welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy :)

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By nightfall, a peaceful calm washes over the Wick household. The sun has set long before, and the shining starlights peek through the glass windows. Sleep calls as time settles to a relaxing pace, the homely atmosphere offering a quiet ambiance for both you and John. 

Tucked into bed with a book in hand, John waits patiently for you to finish your nightly routine. He lets out his third yawn of the late evening, utterly exhausted from a long day’s work but still refusing to fall asleep without you by his side.

It’s one of those things John can’t seem to do, not that he wants to. Ever since the two of you started sharing a bed, he found peace and comfort knowing you were soundly safe in his arms. John is aware of all the horrors out there. At one point, he was one. He always feels the need to protect you, to shield you away from any harm that may come. 

So when he hears a deafening shriek coming from the bathroom, John immediately jolts out of bed and sprints to where you are. His heart races within the split second, his mind already preparing for the worst. The mere thought of you in danger makes him sick to his stomach, and if something happens to you despite him being nearby—

“Y/N?!” John shouts as he pounds on the locked door. Just before he decides to break through it, a small click sounds, and the door carefully swings open. 

“Wait, John—”

You’re unable to finish your sentence when suddenly John barges inside, his eyes frantically searching the room. “What happened? What’s wrong?!”

“Babe, calm down—”

He turns to you as he inspects your towel-covered body. “A-Are you okay? Are you hurt? Show me.”

The light chuckle escaping you leaves John baffled, his brow furrowing in confusion. “John, I’m not hurt. I’m alright.”

“I-I heard you scream,” he begins, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “I thought something bad happened to you.”

“What? No, nothing happened—oh,” you respond, finding out what he’s going on about. “Slowly turn aroun—didn’t I say ‘slowly’?”

He fails to heed your warning as his head shoots back, and he finally sees the reason for your terror.

A spider. 

And he knows how much you hate spiders.

John falls short on words as he buries his face into your damp hair, and you shift slightly to kiss his cheek, wholly understanding of his reaction. As panic subsides, he inhales deeply, never realizing how comforting the smell of your lavender body wash could be. It assures him that you’re here, safe with him. 

Breathing out a sigh in relief, he takes a step back to quickly deal with the spider before returning to you. “I’m sorry for overreacting. I just thought—”

“It’s okay,” you murmur softly. “You don’t have to worry so much about me, John. I’ll always be here. Nothing will take me away from you.”

To ease his mind, you kiss John with a tenderness unlike no other. He sinks into your touch, his hands cupping your face as his fear eventually ebbs away. And when it’s all over, John holds you dearly, the gentle smile gracing your lips allowing him refuge.

“Come, let’s go to bed,” you sweetly say, and he doesn’t oppose.

With one last kiss, John then takes you by the hand, wishing that he never has to let go. 

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87/64 with Johnny Silverhand, please?

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x Reader (V)

Prompts:

“This is the part where you’re supposed to tell me everything will be okay”

“If you start crying, I’m going to cry too”

Words: 575

Warning: Angst

The silence in Mikoshi rings deafly in your ears.

It’s unbearable, unnatural. A striking contrast to the blaring street noise of Night City, the thought of which brought you some sense of comfort albeit briefly. You wished you were home, back in your tiny apartment in Watson and cuddling with Nibbles on the sofa.

You wished you were there, alive and well, and with Johnny at your side.

Instead, you’re here, facing a painstaking decision made. It wasn’t the one you had chosen, sadly. You wanted Johnny to live on inside your body while you stayed behind in this seemingly barren cyberspace. All of your crying, begging, and pleading couldn’t sway Johnny, however.

In the end, he loves you too much to sacrifice yourself for him.

You grasp Johnny’s hand tight like a vice, afraid that he would slip away too early during your final exchange of goodbyes. You just needed to hold him for a little while longer, to commit to memory the feeling of his skin touching yours. He squeezes softly as you both stand at the precipice of the bridge, looking at the bright glowing light out in the distance.

“It’s time,” Johnny sighs, slowly turning to you. His smile is gentle. Tender and sweet, not a hint of smugness or arrogance. It was a true, genuine smile—one that is solely reserved for you.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to tell me everything will be okay,” you murmur as you balance a hand on his chest, resting your forehead to his. Your voice is breaking, your composure slipping with every passing minute.

You didn’t want this ending; you and Johnny didn’t deserve this. To find love in each other against all odds, only to have it taken away from you. God, you would do anything to have more time to be with Johnny.

But life— life could be cruel. So unfair and so unkind.

“It will. You will be,” Johnny assures, his chest rumbling underneath your palm. You feel his heart beating steadily, and you shut your eyes, thinking that soon it won’t be. “Hey, if you start crying, I’m going to cry too. And that ain’t gonna be a pretty look.”

His quip makes you laugh despite the tears that had already begun to fall. You’ll miss Johnny’s humor, no matter how cheesy or inappropriate it is at times. You’ll even miss his sarcastic ways, the snide remarks, the back-handed compliments. You’ll miss those days when he’d keep you company on a gig and those nights when he’d lay down beside you in bed, lowly humming a tune that lulls you to a peaceful sleep.

You’ll miss it all. You’ll miss Johnny terribly.

“Don’t forget about me,” you whisper with a crack in your voice. “I know I won’t.”

“I will never forget about you,” he vows, kissing you softly to affirm his words.

Shutting your eyes, you don’t watch as Johnny proceeds towards the abyss, realizing your heart could not handle such a sight.

You know he’s gone when it’s all quiet again, save for the echo of Alt’s voice directing you to the well that’ll bring you back to your body.

The same body you once shared with Johnny where all there’s left now are memories of him.

‘Till we meet again, rockerboy.

A deep exhale from your lips, your eyes then flutter open, and you walk down the endless bridge in silence, empty and all alone.

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After careful debate of the promp list and getting distracted by your wonderful blog I think I'm gonna go with #71 + Constantine! But really your blog gave me life today🖤

Pairing: John Constantine x Reader

Prompt: “I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but being with you isn’t one of them.”

Words: 642

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cancer

A/N: Thank you for your kind words! :) This is my first time writing for Constantine so I apologize if it’s out of character. Hope you enjoy ❤️

“Y/N.”

You know that voice. You’d recognize it anywhere.

And yet, you remained unmoved, gazing down on the swirling glass of martini in your hands. Of all the places you could have gone out to drink, why did you choose this bar?

You pretend not to notice, not to care. Even though you feel a sharp tug at your heart, you refuse to turn around, knowing that looking into his eyes would hurt more than the memories you have of him. Memories that you willed yourself to forget but only haunt you as the days go by.

“Y/N,” the voice says again, much mellow this time. He’s aware of what he’s doing, how weak you are when it comes to him. He could say those three little words, and despite the pain you’ve endured after he pushed you away, you’d quickly take him back.

Pathetic, you scolded yourself. But truth be told, you’re sure there was no other man that could love you the way he does. There was no other man that could make you feel adored, desired, alive.

There was no other man like John Constantine. Search if you must, but you’d only be wasting your time.

Biting your tongue, you ignore John as he takes the now empty seat beside yours. From the corner of your eye, you see him staring, and it burns a hole in your chest. 

Don’t fall for him. Don’t suffer because of him. Don’t look…

John whispers your name once more, and your resolve crumbles. 

The cycle begins again.

“What?” you grit through your teeth, glancing up to finally acknowledge him. 

You notice it immediately, the hurt and exhaustion in his eyes. Though something else glimmers in them. Something foreign, something you could barely recognize.

“I-I…” John stutters before he’s unable to find the right words. Any words.

“No,” you shake your head, gaining enough strength to get up from the barstool. “I can’t do this.”

Tears suddenly cloud your vision as you try to distance yourself from John, but you’re stopped when a hand gently circles your wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his pleading eyes desperate. “I didn’t mean to—”

“But you did, John. You left me. I was willing to make this— us— work. I don’t care if you have months left to live. I loved— damn it. I still love you. That’s why I’m here, at the very same bar we used to go to. Because deep down, I still want to be with you even if it hurts.”

John is silent, a trait of his that you’re all too accustomed to. You almost forgot his hold on you until you feel him rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand soothingly, and it calms the storm inside you. 

“I left because I thought it was the right thing to do. I was dying, and you don’t deserve to go through all that.”

“Then what changed? Why are you back?”

John inches closer, exhaling. “It’s gone. The cancer’s gone.”

“What?” You sigh out, your heart racing at the news. “Please don’t tell me you made a deal with a demon or some shit.”

He chuckles under his breath. “No, I didn’t. Look, it’s a lot to explain right now, but I promise you, if you take me back, I will never leave again. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but being with you isn’t one of them. I want this, I want us—you.”

Tilting your gaze upwards, you catch the hope dancing in John’s eyes. A hope that mirrors your own. He smiles softly at you, and it makes your stomach flutter with delight. You’ve missed that smile, just as much as you missed him.

No other words were said. You didn’t need to, and neither did John. 

The tender kiss you shared with him was more than enough.

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F!V and Johnny would definitely have hours long angry sex/hatefuck in the beginning. 100% guarantee. Like hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk galore. Both are pretty loud, with V screaming her heart out (her neighbors are like wtf?). And they can’t stay in one place, moving from the bed to the floor to the couch. When they finish, both are covered in scratch/teeth marks, hickies, sweaty, breathless and tired but are soft and aftercare ensues.

pairing: johnny silverhand x female!v

words: 846

warnings: rough smut

a/n: thank you anon for the inspiration :)) wrote this drabble late last night so i hope it’s alright. enjoy!

Darkness and lust delight in his eyes; throaty groans fleeting to the shallow, rapid breaths blowing hot against her skin. The bruising grip on his little merc’s hips prevents her from squirming away as he fucks her hard and fast, pace brutal, punishing, ravaging. 

There was nothing gentle in the way Johnny handles V; nothing soft about it, either. He has her bent over the bathroom sink, mercilessly pounding into her from behind. The delicious sounds they make together was pissing off her neighbors on the entire floor, not that they gave the slightest fuck about them.

A metal hand wraps around V’s neck, forcing her drifting gaze to meet their moving bodies on the glass mirror. “Watch me,” Johnny growls into her ear, husky voice as rough as his thrusts. “I want you to watch me as I fuck your pretty little pussy.”

He lessens his hold to allow V to speak, but she was too damn lost in her own pleasure to even manage a coherent thought. 

They’ve been fucking like this for hours. On the couch, on the floor. In the armory, in the bed. The whole apartment reeks of sex, pieces of furniture moved out of place. Every surface had been desecrated following an earlier spat between the two resulting in this passionate show of dominance, one that V was losing. 

She’s not sure how many times Johnny has made her come. All she knew or cared about was that she did, thanks to his deft fingers, skillful tongue, and impressive cock.

V feels her orgasm nearing once again. The pressure in the pit of her stomach starts to snap with each unforgiving stroke Johnny provides. Her knuckles turn white as she grasps onto the edge of the ceramic basin. Loud moans pierce through the air when he somehow goes deeper, his dick reaching the depths where no one has ever had before.

And by the looks of it, Johnny was swiftly approaching his climax, too. Chrome fingers tangle themselves into V’s hair, pulling her back flush against his panting chest. “Feels good, baby? Gonna give me another one soon?”

Barely, she nods in response. Johnny’s hitting that sweet, sweet spot of hers, and she quickly unravels. A harsh slap comes down on her ass, the stinging sensation only adding to her pleasure. V doesn’t mind that it leaves a deep red, swirling imprint knowing she had scratches, bruises, and bite marks littering all over her body.

V likes them. She likes how they show Johnny’s claim on her. That he owns her.

They come together in a matter of seconds, V’s moans crescendoing into high-pitched cries as the tight walls of her cunt milk his cock. With a roar, Johnny slams himself into her one last time before spilling his hot seed into her, so much that it leaks out even while remained sheathed inside. 

“Still angry at me?” He mutters his question low, peppering kisses lazily along her shoulder. 

A chuckle rumbles through V as she shifts her body around, facing Johnny. In an instant, his arms encircle her waist, bringing her in close. “Honestly, can’t remember what shit we fought about this time.”

“Me neither,” came his short reply, his brown eyes studying the marks he’s left on her glistening skin. “Wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“Nah, it was perfect.”

Johnny exhales, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. They hold each other for a while, allowing time to quietly pass by as they caught their breaths, lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. V was especially fond of this; when he’s all soft and caring after a particularly rough romp. 

Who knew Johnny Silverhand would be the king of aftercare?

“Shower?” he later suggests, though he was already leading her towards the stall. “Let me wash you up, then give you a back rub. You seriously could use one.”

“Sounds relaxing,” V smiles at the idea, watching silently as her lover tests the temperature of the water. “And Johnny?”

He turns around, furrowing a brow at her. “Yeah?”

“Think I like it when you and I get mad.”

His cocky exterior returns yet again, along with that smug look on his face. It keeps surprising V how much they turn her on.

“And why is that?”

She joins Johnny under the warm spray, his hands roaming her body as he kneads them across her silky skin. “Our best fucks happen when we’re at each other’s throats.”

“I’d say tomorrow, we find something else to argue about again.” Johnny flashes a cheeky grin at V before his lips descend briefly onto hers, “but for tonight, relax. Let me take care of you.”

V hums in agreement as he begins to lather her up. She closes her eyes for a moment, thinking to herself how she wouldn’t mind staying this way forever. Johnny may be a snarky son of a bitch, but at least he makes it up to V by never failing to give her the best orgasms she’s ever had in her life.

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Hey dear! How about prompt 48 with John Wick? 💕

Pairing: John Wick x Reader

Prompt: “Nothing, including you, is going to stop me.”

Words: 572 Send me a prompt + character!

She’s small—a fragile, little thing with hair as bright as the sun.

Merely eight weeks old, and her sweet, innocent face is enough to captivate your heart. You may not have known her for long, but in those precious eyes, you could see a future filled with endless joy, laughter, and fun.

You never believed in love at first sight—that was, until you saw Butterscotch online, a darling golden retriever puppy who is up for adoption.

And you wanted her. So, so bad.

Bad enough that you are keen to get her without even telling John about it first. There’s no time to have the conversation, unfortunately. Not right now. A beautiful dog like Butterscotch would surely be adopted quickly, and if you don’t act fast, you may lose your chance.

With keys in hands, you run a mad dash to the front door, nearly tripping on yours and John’s first baby Dog, who loyally awaits for his dad to arrive. He senses your utter eagerness as he immediately stands to follow you outside.

Smiling, you kneel down, scratching that special spot behind his ear. “I can’t wait for you to meet your sister... hopefully.”

Dog barks happily as if he understands what’s going on. Even he deserves to have a companion, you think. The entire house is certainly big enough for two dogs to roam around freely. You couldn’t come up with one good reason not to do this.

Deciding to bring Dog with you to the shelter, you put on his leash and swing the door open, only to find John standing on the other side. He furrows his brow in concern as you try to mask your surprise, feeling as though you were just caught sneaking out.

“W-What are you doing home so early?” You ask, keeping calm as possible.

“I figured I’d take some time off since I’ve been working nonstop lately. But I’m assuming you have plans today,” John replies, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Where are you heading?”

“Oh, umm,” you giggle nervously, then clear your throat. “Okay, so there’s this dog I saw online. Her name’s Butterscotch, and she’s absolutely adorable. I really want her, and I know we haven’t spoken about getting another dog, but this has been on my mind for a while now, and... you know what, long story short—I’m adopting Butterscotch, and nothing, including you, is going to stop me.”

Gently, you push past him and walk out of the door with Dog in tow to prove a point. You almost made it to your car when you notice John sprinting after you, calling your name.

“Who said I was going to stop you?” He questions teasingly with a smile that reaches his kind, mocha-hued eyes. “I’d love to meet Butterscotch, too.”

Out of sheer excitement, you drop Dog’s leash onto the ground and bring John in for a brief yet tender kiss, one that equally expresses how much you love and adore him for agreeing. It still amazes you that John is willing to put up with your spontaneity. The diamond ring on your finger never fails to remind you of it.

A whine by your feet then causes you to pull away, an amused chuckle escaping both of your lips.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” John steals a last kiss before opening the passenger side door for you. “Let’s go get our new baby.”

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