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KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR ─── jonathan crane ✧♤

ೃ⁀➷ “Finally, a sin worth hurting for, a fervor, a sweet--you are mine.” — ‘Postcolonial Love Poem’, Natalie Diaz.

pairing. yandere!jonathan crane x reader

summary. a few months ago, you found out about your close friend’s… habit, of “cleaning up” creeps who hung around you. you use this to your advantage, but can you deal with the repercussions when your words backfire?

warnings. swearing, stalking, jonathan being creepy & delusional, manipulative but naive reader, mention of murder, p in v, creampie, breeding kink/forced breeding/babytrapping, unprotected sex, mild somno, oral sex (f), panty kink, forced cockwarming, drugging, heavy dubcon/noncon, SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

word count. 6.1k

a/n. this is definitely the darkest thing ive ever written. pls read w caution everyone!!! this is also inspired by these headcanons by @babybluebex and this alphabet by @scorpiussage !!

You covered your face with your palms, sniffling. “Maybe I’m just being overdramatic. I was always too nice to him, y’know? Maybe I did lead him on.”

Jonathan’s head snapped to you, swiftly stepping toward the couch and kneeling down in front of you. “No, no, that’s what he wants you to think. You did nothing wrong,” he assured, pulling your hands away from your face and wiping a sneaky, non-existent tear from the corner of your eye.

You pouted at Jonathan, big doe eyes glistening with grief. “I just don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow… and everyday after that,” you lamented, “because it’ll be so - upsetting, seeing him.”

Jonathan’s large hands clasped around your own, delicate and warm. “Does it scare you? Him being there?” he murmured softly, peering deeply into you with an indecipherable look.

You nodded pitifully, looking down at his hands wrapped in yours so your hair would fall in front of your face, hopefully shielding the glee sparkling in your eyes. Thank god Jonathan had taken the bait -- it was only a matter of time before your dear, obsessive friend would get rid of your competitor for you.

It was late evening, and you’d called Jonathan, pretending to rant about a coworker who confessed and got slightly violent at the fact you did not reciprocate his feelings. In truth, none of that had happened at all— said coworker was vying for the same promotion opportunity as you were, and it was just your luck that a few months ago you discovered your sweet friend from college had made it a habit to “clean up” any creeps and freaks hanging around you.

What kind of ambitious career-woman would you be if you didn’t take advantage of that, huh? So there you were, crying on the phone so devastatingly that Jonathan would have no choice but to come over, comfort you, and later, be your knight in shining armor and kill, kidnap or maim your coworker.

You didn’t think it immoral to do so, y’know, even though it clearly was. To you, it was just… indulging his little hero-fantasy, while also making your life just that much easier. It made you happy, and it made Jonathan happy.

It was all harmless (to you, anyway), because you knew how reserved Jonathan was… how logical he was. You were positive he’d never cross that line, go too far; stray out of the shadows with that possibility of losing you still hanging over him like a cloud.

You wrapped your arms around Jonathan’s thin neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you for coming tonight,” you murmured, your lips ghosting the shell of his ear. He shuddered under your touch, and you knew you had him whipped; probably already so deep within a plan to kill your coworker nothing could stop him.

“Thank you for telling me,” he said, pulling away and letting his hand come up to the hand-print sized bruises on your shoulder. “I can’t believe that - that monster hurt you.” Jonathan shook his head aghast, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes moved from your bruised shoulder to the strap of your lacy bra, trailing down your breasts before snapping back up to your face.

Your coworker hadn’t actually hurt you, obviously, but you had asked him to knead out a knot in your shoulder at lunch, and made him pinch harder ‘till you knew it would bruise. You’d known him for a couple of years now, coming from the same training batch, and had been involved in plenty of tit-for-tat exchanges, “scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” type of deals.

So you were close enough to be comfortable massaging the other-- but you’d be fucking damned if he got the promotion and you didn’t.

“It’s not that bad,” you murmured, ducking your head like you were ashamed.

“You don’t need to downplay it -- least of all to me,” Jonathan tutted softly, two fingers tilting your chin up to meet his gaze again.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, brows knitting. “I know, I’m sorry, I just…” you blinked rapidly, as if you were trying to do away with on-coming tears, “I thought you wouldn’t believe me. He said… he said that nobody would believe me.”

And just like that, it was like a shadow had passed over him. Jonathan’s expression contorted almost frighteningly quickly, and gone were the delicate, comforting sweetness of his sharp features; thus came the darkened eyes, clenched jaw, frown digging into his cheeks.

“…He said that?” Jonathan whispered, voice low, barely containing the rage seeping into his words.

“He said that - he could do… do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d never convince a soul.” You confided, letting your face get weepy, tear tracks running along the curve of your cheeks.

At that, you suddenly pulled Jonathan close to you, pressing your face to his chest and making anguished cries leave your throat. His hands shakily came up to pet your hair, and you could hear his heartbeat; skipping beats and growing faster the longer you clutched onto him.

“I believe you,” Jonathan insisted, and went from petting you to holding you so tight you could barely breathe, “I believe you.”

ii.

You never saw your coworker again. He’d sent in a notice of “vacation” that nobody could really object to… considering he also informed your boss he’d already gone, and was sending said notice from his hotel.

Sure, that was incredibly suspicious anywhere else, but that’s the thing— you weren’t “anywhere else”, you were in Gotham. If your coworker had actually gone on a split-second vacation, nobody would blame him; everyone you knew who lived in Gotham had snapped, at least once, and had to get away. Most temporarily, some permanently -- in which, chalking his fate up to Jonathan, your coworker was definitely the latter.

Honestly, you weren’t very surprised when you found out Jonathan was, for lack of better word, murdering people. Specifically, people he deemed a “threat” to you.

Jonathan had always been… a touch too overprotective. Territorial, even. It was far subtler in college, but you supposed that was because you’d seen him everyday; with both of you trekking through your hellish career aspirations, you couldn’t see each other as often as you had back in school. It was like that saying-- absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You’d first met Jonathan in GSU’s large community library, after you dropped a book on his head. You were on one side of the bookshelf, he on the other, and you were trying to grab a book on a too-tall ledge. Instead of getting your measly grip on it, it went backwards and smacked Jonathan right in the rimless frames. It was a meet-cute, sort of, with you apologizing profusely, him brushing your worries off with that irritatingly charming smile of his, and then helping you with any books you needed (a clear advantage of his height) for the rest of the day.

From there you became close friends. He always knew the right things to say, had various fascinating interests (half of them coinciding with your own), and was always, without fail nor doubt, an absolute darling. He never poked or prodded into information you didn’t want to tell him (at least not yet), constantly staying polite, respectful, eloquent, and patient.

You knew now why and how your relationship had escalated like so: you suspected he’d been one of those “creeps” hanging around you, long before the library incident in your early college days. You first began adoring him for the most part because it felt like he understood you perfectly, unknowingly adhering to all your creature habits, liking all your hobbies, and knowing every word that could make you let your guard down like you’d been friends for years. It all made sense now-- he’d collected said information just from watching you for so long.

Thus the “meet cute, sort of”; Jonathan had probably been planning the moment for months. Polite, respectful, eloquent, patient.

Why you? Well, you didn’t know either. Getting psychological about this, you probably reminded him of a relative he adored - some Freudian aspect coming into play, y’know? But it all boiled down to one constant fact: he was obsessed with you.

It should’ve scared you, and it probably would’ve, back in college, but it didn’t now. His type was a dime a dozen, incredibly hard to come by; the kind of guy who you know you can trust, rely on, know without a doubt he will never leave.

Even if you and Jonathan were just friends, you suspected in his sweet, beautiful, sick and twisted mind he’d long since considered you his — and, similarly, since finding out his secret, you began thinking of him as yours. Perhaps not yours romantically, but more like you owned him. He was the ever-present lucky charm in your pocket, the one who reminded you that you’d been loved before so you’ll be loved again, your constant support.

“How’re you feeling?” Jonathan’s worried voice crackled out of your beat-up phone, startling you back to reality. You were hiding in your car while on break, not keen on talking to any of your coworkers or bosses in the cafeteria, when you’d gotten a call from him.

“A lot better, actually.” You said, taking a bite of your lunch and trying to sound relieved rather than giddy. “…He went on vacation.”

Jonathan hummed on the other end of the line. You could hear the grin in his tone, but he quickly coughed, smoothing out the cheerful jitters in his voice. “Really? That’s rather… well-timed.”

You shrugged, as if Jonathan could see you, “Whether it’s about me, or not, I’m just… glad I don’t have to see him.”

“Know that I agree wholeheartedly– the thought of him being near you made my stomach turn.” He let out a sigh, like his nerves were finally relaxing, “How about you come over tonight? I can make us a nice dinner, you can stay over if you want-- I regret leaving you alone last night… you were terrified.”

You bit your lip. When it came to Jonathan actually getting, well, romantic, you hesitated. Did he really want you, or was it his obsession kicking in? You knew he loved who he thought you were: a frail girl he needed to protect, not knowing you’d been using him to your heart's content since you found out his dirty little secret.

You were running out of fingers on your hands to count how many people you’d directed him to… clean up. First it was little targets, like the barista at your usual coffee place who’d flirt and always take too long making your drink, causing several lates at work. More recently it was the landlord of your apartment, who’d raised the rent three times in one month; after she died, the ownership went to her absent-minded son who reset the prices to the original, more-than-comfortable regular rate.

But… you supposed you could humor him. A reward of some sorts; an unknowing treat to your obedient, sweetheart guard dog. “I’ll stop by, then,” you responded delicately. “I… didn't want you to leave either, Jon,” you murmured, before quickly hanging up.

Later, after work, you’re driving to Jonathan’s with a bottle of white wine. You did these kinds of things for eachother -- little gifts, you mean -- often. Yesterday, he visited your flat with pastries from a bakery you liked all the way down in Old Gotham.

“Chardonnay,” Jonathan commented when you arrived, ushering you through the front door with a squeeze to the thigh and gently inspecting the bottle. “You know me so well.”

“Dare I say the best,” you grinned, pressing a friendly peck to his cheek and handing him your evening coat before traversing into his house’s large kitchen, swiping a finger-dip into the various dishes he had laid out in the middle of cooking.

“At least don’t touch dessert,” he pouted, quickly hanging your coat in his entry closet and trailing behind you. But his expression still cracked into a loving smile when he saw you sneak your pinkie-finger into a chocolate custard.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be patient,” you backed off with a cheeky smile, arms up in the air and opting to hoist yourself on an empty counter and watch him resume cooking.

“How thoughtful of you,” he responded sarcastically.

It didn’t take him long at all to finish up, and your eyes were trained on his sinewy figure the whole way through; the careful way he cooked, the absolute attention to every detail.

Sure, you could say that was because Jonathan was a detail-oriented person (because he was), but you also knew it was because he was nervous, fumbling to impress you-- you noticed these kinds of things a whole lot more after finding out. Like how he gave you his coat when you went out together late at night and it was cold, how he often kept you close with a hand to the small of your back, how intently he listened to your every word, like it was the last thing he’d ever hear.

“Like what you see?” Jonathan joked when he was done, urging you to sit down across from him and handing you the chardonnay poured in one of his wine glasses.

“M’just admiring your cooking skills,” you explained sweetly, taking the glass and sipping it mildly.

Jonathan’s eyes crinkled, lips curling into a sheepish smile. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to: he radiated delight. You swore you could see pink dusting his high cheekbones, a feverish blush burning from his ears to his pale neck.

From there, dinner went on with some friendly chatter, his skillful dishes, and several more glasses of chardonnay. Nothing ever got old with Jonathan-- he listened well and he spoke gently and he revered your every word; you felt important just by being near him, he was so devoted.

By the end of the night, however, you were feeling rather light-headed- veering on the edge of unconsciousness: “I think I’ll - take you up on that offer, Jon…” you murmured, trailing off and getting up from your seat. It was odd, surely, how quickly a mere white wine had gotten you drunk, but then again you’d been housing a nearly-full glass every few minutes. You lost your drink count ages ago.

Jonathan, ever the gentleman, stopped tidying up immediately. “Good judgment,” he nodded agreeably, coming to your aid and picking you up bridal style. Your head swam at the sudden movement, his feet swiftly heading down the hallway, but his gentle voice quickly aided the dizziness: “Don’t force yourself and don’t worry, just sleep…”

“M’sorry,” you whispered, holding him tightly by the lapel, more words on the tip of your tongue, but he just shushed you, “didn’t help.”

“That’s quite alright, my love,” he replied lowly, entering his bedroom. He pressed an uncharacteristic kiss to your forehead and let you down onto his cushy mattress, watching how quickly your eyes dropped. You were certainly feeling the effects of the glass he laced now-- and then you were out.

Jonathan needed to have you now, under his protection, and he’d achieve that through any means necessary, be it liquid melatonin or anything else…

“You’ll have plenty of time to help later. You’re home now.”

iii.

“Sorry about… last night,” you said the next morning when you got up, rubbing your eyes sleepily and padding into Jonathan’s kitchen.

You found him leaning against his marble countertops, gently sipping down a mug of black coffee within his calloused grip, and he raised a brow amusedly. “You said the same thing in your sleep.”

Your gaze darted away from his own at the sudden embarrasssment. “Nonetheless… thanks, Jon. I’ll be out of your hair immediately-- I’m actually rather late for work. I kept a dress here last time, right?”

He set down his mug with a dull clink, and in your rambling, he’d made his way right in front of you. “No need,” he murmured, to which you tilted your head in confusion.

“I already called in for you. You’re not going to work today.” He explained, a thin smile coming up to his face, eyes gleaming.

You laughed awkwardly, suddenly feeling trapped at the way he took slow steps forward, making you backtrack into the wall. “What are -- Jonathan, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t, in good conscience, let you leave.” Jonathan insisted with a nod, expression knitted in a way you knew he thought he was doing the right thing.

‘“Let me’ leave? Is- is this a joke? Because it’s… it’s not a funny one,” you stuttered, heart beginning to hammer in your chest at the way he looked down at you. It was like he was watching a wounded animal-- in a way, you felt like it… and Jonathan was clearly your predator.

“It’s not a joke, dear. Gotham’s gotten too dangerous for you,” he informed you softly, hands coming up to hold your face lovingly. His steps stopped, and you felt it: he’d finally pinned you against the wall, and there was no escape. “That coworker of yours was the last straw. My heart aches at the thought of what he could’ve done to you.”

“I - that wasn’t…” You trailed off, cringing at the way he leaned in further, his hot breath fanning on your cheeks -- how helpless you were against his advances.

You knew something was going to happen when Jonathan couldn’t just stay on the sidelines anymore, but you didn’t think it’d happen like this. You thought it might end with him professing his love to you, pleading and begging you to indulge him fully. That he’d fume and sob at rejection… that he’d let you go.

But Jonathan was like a ticking time bomb: with every victim you gave him, moments were ticked off his clock. It seemed that your coworker was the last second… and that he’d had enough of his frail darling being surrounded left and right by threats to take care of. He knew it’d all be so much easier if he could keep you safe in one spot, a place only he could enter.

“That wasn’t what? My god, I knew I couldn’t leave you all alone like that anymore… you’re too sweet, too innocent to know what’s gone too far,” he shook his head pityingly, unaware how hypocritical his words were.

“Jonathan,” you looked up at him, breath catching at the way his fingers dug into your neck, “what are -- what are you going to do to me?”

He let out a sharp laugh, “Do to you? Oh… no, my love, I won’t be doing anything to you… no, I’ll be keeping you safe.”

“Safe?” you repeated incredulously, “but what about - my life? My friends? My family? My job?”

He shushed you, not unlike he had done just the other night, or the night before that, “You don’t need to worry about any of those trivial things anymore. You have me. I’ll give you anything -- no, everything you want.”

Your lips parted and closed, unable to come up with a response that may cause him to realize the sheer insanity of what he was saying. He’d gone too far… had slipped too deep into the infatuation while you weren’t looking.

Then, Jonathan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck and immediately invading your nostrils with the scent of his cologne. It had been nice, once, but now it sickened you: how quickly that scent made your head swirl and your stomach clench… how quickly Jonathan had went from a darling pet of yours to a terror of unimaginable size.

Fuck, you thought, fuck, you’d been playing with fire this whole time-- you had been playing with fire while being naive and underestimating and wholly stupid.

You’d completely underestimated the depth of his commitment; how Jonathan was the kind of man who loved one and only one, and that there was no letting go with him. That once he had his claws in your skin, there was nothing that could stop him.

But then, you remembered your thoughts from just two days prior-- you had him whipped. It was like a lightbulb went off; you knew you could use that, use his mindless, adoring obsession to you…

“Jonathan,” you murmured under your breath, too quiet for him to hear as he hummed lovingly above you. “Jonathan,” you repeated, louder this time, pushing him away and startling him.

He blinked rapidly, fixing his glasses that had gone askew in your sudden movement. “What is it, my love?”

“You -- you love me, do you not?” you asked, swallowing the cowardly dryness in your throat.

Jonathan nodded vehemently, inching closer, desperate to have you in his arms again. “Nothing in the world could compete with my love for you. Nothing.”

You exhaled shakily, putting your hands out in a poor way of creating more distance between you two. “I - I love you, too. I love you.”

You saw Jonathan’s face light up at your sudden confession, saw how his demeanor changed from hesitant to beaming. “You love me?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” you insisted, panting as beads of sweat rolled down your back, “and I’m telling you… I won’t anymore, not if you keep me here. If you truly love me, you won’t trap me here.”

“It’s because I love you that I plan to keep you here,” he frowned, before grabbing you by the extended wrist, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you in a deathgrip.

“But you love me,” he repeated in amazement, pressing rough kisses along the side of your neck that had you whimpering, “so you’ll understand. God, how I’ve longed to hear those words leave your mouth.”

Jonathan had gotten tunnel vision at this point, barely registering your pleas, and when he began pawing at your clothes, apparently in some kind of delusion that your “confession” was a lustful one… you jumped ship.

He thought your confession meant he had permission to have a taste of you, and while it made your knees buckle and your throat burn, if it meant he might finally fucking listen, let you convince him to let you leave… so fucking be it.

The two of you then stumbled back down his hallway to the bedroom, tugging at each other’s garments while pressing hungry kisses on one another. You played along dutifully, trailing your hands along his back while tugging off his jacket, and other articles of clothing.

Entering the bedroom at last, Jonathan gently pushed you down onto the springy bed, having long since undone you-- you were left in your lacy underwear from the night before: black bra, black stockings, lacy thong hidden beneath it.

You wore thongs because they didn’t leave any panty lines under your thin pencil skirts, but you were quickly regretting the choice when Jonathan crawled onto the bed and roughly tugged down your stockings, surely leaving holes and runs in them, and let out a lecherous groan at the sight.

“God, I love your body,” he purred, hands hungrily groping your thighs and throwing your ruined stockings off to the side. “Can’t believe how long I waited for this.”

You closed your legs on instinct shyly, but he just as quickly pried your legs apart, leaning in and pressing sweet kisses along the soft flesh. “Jonathan…” you whimpered, trying to act needy, like you wanted him so bad-- in reality, you wanted to get this over with.

You reckoned if you let him fuck you, get him pussywhipped, you could promise you’d adore him wholeheartedly if he just fucking let you leave his house. You couldn’t deny how his ministrations made you feel, though; his plush lips brushing along your clothed cunt made tingles run up your spine, made your heart beat in a way that was anticipatory rather than terrified.

“Let me take care of you,” he promised, slipping off your panties and leaving your lips bare. You would’ve hissed at the cold, but the noise died in your throat as you saw Jonathan ball up the lace and press it to his face, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” Jonathan groaned, and you almost gagged. “Wonder how good you’ll taste…” With that, he pressed his face between your legs and began lapping up your wetness, and you felt a gleeful smile tug at his face.

You gasped at the sudden action, bucking up into him on instinct. Your cheeks burned with shame, but you still choked on an unwarranted mewl when Jonathan’s tongue slipped inside your sticky hole and felt along your velvet walls.

He couldn’t exactly speak, with his mouth trained artfully on your cunt, but he let out an unintelligible noise of approval. All of this made you nauseous, your insides twisting in disgust, but your body reacted the opposite, pussy pulsing and clenching around him.

It was just -- fucking criminal how skillful he was with that long tongue of his, licking long stripes up and down, suckling on your clit, searching for the spongy spot in your cunt that he knew he couldn’t find without his cock, but wanted to make you squirm anyway.

You felt that familiar pressure building within you, his tongue going down on you faster, making shameful squelching noises echo around the room. He was hitting every pressure point, something you hadn’t felt in… well, honestly, you weren’t sure you’d been eaten out like this ever…

The thought you were enjoying this, that he might actually make you come made you queasy, and your hands tangled through his locks, pulling him away. “Want - want your… your cock,” you panted, shaking your head when he tried to bury himself in your sex again.

Jonathan frowned, going from all fours to sitting on the backs of his heels. “Baby…” he said, hesitant. You knew he wanted to take his time, worship you, treat you lovingly, but you were getting confused… losing yourself to the pleasure, forgetting you were doing this to stop him from holding you captive, not because you actually wanted it.

You pouted, and, to prove your point further, you pressed one of your feet onto his extremely noticeable bulge, fondling it softly. He nearly doubled over at the much needed friction to his neglected cock, and then Jonathan finally let go of all his inhibitions, giving into his primal needs.

He quickly undid his belt buckle and fly, slipping out of his suit trousers. Your heart sank at the reveal of his size; the imprint of his cock looked extremely intimidating, and that was beneath his boxer shorts.

It seemed your thoughts showed on your face, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple, leaving an embarrassing amount of your wetness on the skin. “It’s okay, my love,” he reassured, “your pretty pussy can take me.”

You nodded hesitantly, your teeth capturing your bottom lip and nipping at it nervously as you watched him completely undress… his cock wasn’t very thick, but boy, was it long, coloured a delicate pink hue that was pretty and aching, but you knew he wouldn’t be using it delicately at all.

The way he looked at you, almost feral, eyes dragging over every curve and practically melting at how your hole gaped for him had you wanting to cover up, run away-- but you held still and forced yourself to brave through it.

You only need to do this once, you repeat mentally, only once, and you can convince him to let you go.

Jonathan didn’t waste any time touching himself or anything like that, he merely crawled atop of you and slotted himself between your shuddering lips. “So wet,” he grunted, slowly pushing his cockhead in.

Despite his words, and the terrifyingly glaring feeling of your wetness, you still winced at the stretch; your back arched at the intrusion, your arms wrapping around his neck and digging your fingernails into his back just from the pain of his tip at your entrance.

He slid the rest of the way in jiltedly, and you let out a pained gasp, then a helpless whimper, and finally, his name, your voice weak and raspy as he laid his weight on your torso, panting at how you soaked him. His unruly length was going deeper than you thought possible, and your mind went fuzzy with fear at how it’d feel when he actually started thrusting in and out. You could only pray he didn’t break you.

“You did it, dear,” Jonathan announced proudly, pressing a kiss to your lips this time. You shuddered at the intimate gesture, but he didn’t seem to notice, and slowly pulled out, before slamming back in.

You swore you saw stars, tears welling in your eyes at the rough action, and Jonathan placed his hands on your hips to soothe you by rubbing circles into the skin. “Full,” you choked out simply.

Apparently, he thought that was praise, and he repeated the action, falling into a steady rhythm of slow but brutal thrusts. It had you gasping for air each time, the sting in your lower-half almost unbearable, but you suddenly felt yourself falling into a morally muddled, puzzling state of mind: he was practically torturing you with his length, but he was also whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently massaging your rear.

“You’re so -- fuck, thats a tight pussy -- beautiful,” he’d murmur, hanging his head low into the dip of your collarbone, “so beautiful.”

But, as you had to keep reminding yourself, you didn’t want this-- this was just the only way you’d escape. You didn’t want to be fucked by him, and most of all, you didn’t want him.

That train of thought was thrown out the window, however, when Jonathan’s hands suddenly hooked under your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist. You were pulled further beneath him, and his cock went even deeper, punching up against the spongy spot in your pussy.

You moaned; feverish, loud, wanton, and Jonathan drank it in fiendishly. From there, he knew where to thrust, pounding in and out of your cunt and hitting that spot everytime. The pain fell away into a sickly pleasure, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at how deliciously he was fucking you.

“Jonathan!” You mewled, digging your heels into the small of his back. He was relentless, ruthlessly rutting his hips into yours and gripping your thighs so tight there’d be hand-shape sized bruises littering your body later.

“You like that, darling?” he groaned proudly, pushing your hips further down his cock. “God, you love it, don’t you? I can feel you squeezing me…”

Your fucked out mind couldn’t discern between your lustful thoughts and your logical ones; you couldn’t help how you nodded, how you pleaded for more, despite the terror swimming in your gut -- despite how the sober part of yourself weeped.

Then, it was like a tight rubber band around your stomach snapped; the pleasure that had been building in your gut burst, sending electric shocks of ecstasy running through your entire body. You saw white for a moment, your toes curling along his back as your thighs shook, your moan coming out terribly loud and sounding every bit his name. You didn’t mean to, of course, not again, but your mind filled in the gaps: Jonathan was fucking you, so Jonathan deserved the praise.

“Fuck!” Jonathan growled, “You came so hard… all because of this cock, all because of me.” Then, he began slamming his cock into your quivering hole quicker, desperately chasing his orgasm.

It was only then in your foggy, post-high mind did you realize he’d never used a condom… you weren’t on anything, you hadn’t been for years, and the way Jonathan was fucking into you gave no indication he was stopping. The thought of him coming inside made your blood run cold; there’d be no escape, you’d be fucking finished—

“Jon-- Jon, pull out,” you instructed weakly, trying to push him off you and watching how his focussed face tensed and tightened with the oncoming orgasm.

“Sweetheart,” he panted with a frown, “what’re you talking about?”

“Please,” you whimpered helplessly, “just - just please pull out… don’t come inside, please!”

“I’m afraid not, my love,” He grunted, baring his teeth and hammering into you faster, “m’gonna paint your walls white… get you nice and pregnant, fuck, no-one’ll have to question who you belong to…”

“Don’t, no, no -- Jon, please,” you begged, struggling to get away from his assault on your cunt as he pressed his weight further onto you, pinning you down against the bed.

But Jonathan wasn’t listening to you, not anymore. “Gon’ come, fuck, gon’ come,” he repeated, his thrusts stuttering, and you could only let out a grievous cry when you felt his cock twitch, hot spend spilling deep within you.

Jonathan laid on top of you for a moment, pressing his forehead against your sweaty chest, before leaning back and pulling out of you. The painful stretch was reawakened, and your tears really came this time, large sobs exiting your mouth as you crumpled into a ball on the mattress.

“Oh, my love,” he called your pet name with a furrowed brow, crawling closer to you, “what’s wrong? Was it too much? I know how delicate you can be…”

God, you could’ve screamed. He was still treating you like his little lamb… but you were beginning to feel that way, too; feeling like someone helpless he needed to protect. With the way you bunched up devastatedly beside him, it felt like Jonathan had fucking broken you, and then put you back together again with that doll image in mind. Not all the pieces fit the way he wanted them to, but Jonathan had time and brute force to fix all that…

“You -- you… I’m ruined,” you weeped, unable to explain properly with how terrified you felt, bringing your hands up to your face to shield yourself from him.

Your plan had no future of fruition, not anymore… you’d fucked him so you could convince him you were trustful enough to leave and still be his, but you’d fallen into his trap; fucking him was the way he attached a ball and chain to your ankle.

His hand curled around your wrist roughly, pinning it to the bed and letting his other brush a tear from your eye. “No, no, you’ll be the most gorgeous mother I know… your tits and your stomach all swollen like that? I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

Jonathan said that like you wanted him to be all over you, and it only made your cries wrack through your body harder. He then pulled you close to him, pressing your tear-stained face to his chest, letting you sob into him like he brought any comfort at all.

You suddenly felt him press up to your entrance and your tears stopped momentarily, a fearful whine exiting your mouth instead.

At your noise, he pet you gently, reassuringly, “Don’t worry… I’m just keeping us warm… keeping my come inside, my love.” With that, Jonathan slowly slid his length past your aching lips, until he was seated so deep within you his cockhead brushed up against your cervix.

His cream squelched within you and coated himself, feeling terribly slick and sticky between your thighs; you wanted to throw up there was such a large amount of it marking you from the inside.

“God, how d’you already feel brand new… need to do this more often….” he grunted the praise, and you felt shame colour you entirely.

But despite that shame and the terror swelling in your chest, the fact him within you was a surefire way none of his seed went anywhere but inside, his cock resting there did feel nice, like his rough fuck molded your pussy to fit him perfectly.

It was confusing… all of it very mind-boggling; how his actions petrified you while still making you feel nice and appreciated and loved… how his obsession was possessive and toxic but all at once delicate and thoughtful… how you felt yourself cry because he’d come inside you but was slowly succumbing to a sweet and comfortable sleep within his wiry arms.

There was much time to make sense of your amalgamated terror and love later, however. Nine-months long, to be exact: you later woke up to Jomathan pummeling his leaking, hard cock back into you. All you did was whimper, keep limp as he used you-- there was no choice fighting back, not anymore; not since he’d fully marked you… impregnated you… made it so there was no way you were ever leaving him.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #batman begins #does anyone see the parallel between the first part and the last part #scarecrow x reader #dc scarecrow

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earthtooz · 1 year

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x : POCKY GAME ! :*+ﾟ

in which: you play the pocky game w/ various bllk boys!

warnings: gn!reader, ooc for some, fluff, lots of kissing, suggestive but not nsfw, 300-600 words depending on which blurb :p, the writing is better in some parts than others forgive me i was fighting for my life trying to get everything right >.<

a/n: if you enjoy pls like or reblog!!! okay sorry back to ur regularly scheduled content, but pls consider reblogging!!!!! have a lovely day !!!!

CONFIDENT AND COCKY. he’s the one who taunts you into it, placing the confectionary sweet between his teeth and staring at you mockingly, daring you to take the other end.

“c’mon, sweets. what’s the worst that could happen?” he jeers, sitting back in his seat. you scoff at his egotistical show. you can’t stand him, really, you can’t.

you curse that he knows this trait of yours: that you could never say no to a good challenge. you know that he’s got you cornered, unable to contain his smirk when you roll your eyes and latch on to the opposite end of the pocky. at least he was considerate enough to take the breadstick end for himself.

both of you ignore the way you step in between his legs, placing your hands on his broad shoulders for stability before the game begins, but not without a wink sent your way first.

you hate his guts. he knows it, but he wants you so desperately it hurts.

he tries to contain his eagerness yet he can't stop his hands from snaking up to loosely hold your hips, fearing that this was just another daydream of his imagination. you, on the other hand, remain unrushed, taking your time and not falling for his bait.

you love watching him suffer, don’t you? pushing then pulling back when he gets too close, leaving him in a lovesick haze.

he loves that you know exactly what to do every time to send him spiralling.

after what feels like an eternity yet no time at all, his heart stutters at the gentle hover of your lips over his before going into overdrive when you press against him, leaving no biscuit or space untouched. with little control, he gives himself fully into the kiss, conveying every pent up feeling of desire that you leave brewing within him. he has longed for this moment for ages.

and somehow, you feel it. despite his playboy appearance, you can tell with this one kiss that he’s fully devoted himself to you. as ridiculous as the notion may sound, it's evident through the bruising embrace of his, the way he’s trying to commit your lips to memory, and the way that he's tilting his head to access more of you.

it’s enough to make your heart flutter.

but. you knew you couldn’t give in to his wants. not yet.

abruptly parting from him, he quietly whines at the loss of contact, frowning when you push his hands away with that pretty smirk of yours. so unabashed in rejecting him, aren’t you?

“you’ve gotta work harder next time, pretty boy,” you whisper against his lips before lowering your head to press a quick kiss against his neck. “i’m not that easy to impress, especially not with a stick of pocky.”

he watches longingly as you walk away, a new fire of determination burning in his veins.

oliver, KARASU, KAISER, SHIDOU, kunigami (after… yk)

DOUBTFUL BUT REALLY WANTS THIS. the party is in full swing, the bass of the music is buzzing through the speakers, groups of people are getting drunk, and you? well, you're playing a game for prepubescent teenagers.

“truth or dare?” one of the party goers asks the soccer player whom you’ve harbored feelings for for a while. your stomach flips in anticipation at which option he’ll choose.

his face twists into a split second of contemplation before the answer slips out of his mouth. “dare,” he answers confidently, returning the asker’s smug expression with one of his own.

“i dare you to play the pocky game with the person who you think is the most attractive in this room.”

everyone lets out a collective ‘ooo’ at the dare and you try to ignore the way your heart drops to your stomach, your nerves crawling all over you. the soccer player laughs before accepting it, catching the strawberry pocky box that is thrown in his direction.

who just casually has pocky as a party snack?

you don’t get to spend long dwelling on your query because your eyes suddenly lock with his and he stands up, never breaking eye contact as he walks over to where you sit.

the group erupts into cheers of encouragement when he bends down to be eye-level with you, holding the box of pocky in his hands with a small, shy smile. he was so cute- hold on. he thought you were the most attractive person in the room? oh my goodness, where you about the kiss the man you’ve been pining after for months?

“wanna play?” he asks, sounding a little uncertain.

the only response you can muster is a stupid nod, blissful expectancy settling heavy in the air as he rips open the packet and fishes out a stick.

“let me know if you’re uncomfortable with this.” his voice is low, murmuring something that he only wanted you to hear.

“it’s fine,” you reassure before latching your mouth to the opposite end, trying not to show the flurry of emotions whirlpooling within you in this very moment.

was this real? are you dreaming?

when your noses lightly bump into each other, you wake up to reality because this was real. you weren’t dreaming and his face was now mere millimetres away from yours. his eyes glance up from your lips to meet your eyes and you feel a spark occur, one that wasn’t unwelcome.

there’s just one little bit left, you can practically feel his lips against yours, the gap tormenting the two of you as one of you waits for the other to make the first move. he shakily exhales. you're going to go insane from anticipation.

fuck it. you’ve come this far.

he jolts a little in surprise at your boldness before melting into you, smiling into the kiss as all tension seeps out of his shoulders. distantly, you hear cheers and whoops from everyone, too caught up in the feeling of finally having him against you, blissfully relishing at the way your arms wind around his neck, embracing him like you've been meaning to for a while.

he smiles against you when noticing how eager you are, relieved and delighted at the same time.

"you're perfect," he whispers when he reluctantly breaks away, eyes droopy yet filled with desire.

you’re caught off guard when he tells the person next to you to move aside before sitting down, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as everyone else watches.

thank goodness for truth or dare.

isagi, yukimiya, REO, SAE (ik he’s like a ‘cool’ guy or whatever but i think he’s a total dork so let me have my moment),

DOES IT BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU. he could not care less about some stupid game and he sure doesn’t need a fucking game to kiss the love of his life. he could do that whenever he pleases; a luxury that he will never take for granted.

but when you looked so happy and excited to try it out, how could he say no?

“this is ridiculous,” he mutters, making his opinion known for the umpteenth time before connecting his lips to the end of the pocky stick. after a small countdown, the game begins and he starts without hesitation, biting down on the breadstick with an unmatched pace, quickly crossing into your territory.

before he could reach you though, you pull away, unsatisfied with his impatience. he groans at the sudden lack of contact, especially when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

“could you at least try a little harder?” you ask, unimpressed as he finishes the snack.

“i’m trying very hard, isn’t the point of this game to kiss one another?” he counters.

“well, yeah-”

“-if anything, you’re losing right now, love, so why don’t you try a little harder?” he asks in a low tone, nearing his face towards yours as his voice turns a little more sultry at the end.

you push his face away, grinning to hide the effect he still has on you. “oh shut up, creep. what if i proposed a challenge?”

“i’m listening.”

“let’s play it so that we try not to kiss, how about that, pretty boy? loser does whatever the winner wants.”

he straightens up a little at the nickname usage and the prospect of a prize. quirking a brow out of fascination, he relents. “fine. ass deal, but whatever you want.”

you keen at his willingness before grabbing another stick to set up the game once again. when you glance back up at him, a shiver runs down your spine at the darkened, lidded look he was giving you.

he prompts you to do the same when he takes a bite from the snack.

this time, he’s slow and methodical with his actions, taking small bites to meet you in the middle where you enter a stalemate. here you can feel his breath against your lips, fanning against you ever so gently.

this is going to be a lot harder than you anticipated because he’s really good at resisting temptation and urging you at the same time. it’s almost unfair how he keeps nearing your lips, threatening to close the gap before leaning away, leaving you to chase after him, all whilst holding a delicate piece of breadstick between his teeth. you can’t exactly make out if he’s smirking or not, but the mirth is evident in his eyes.

he’s luring you in and it’s working.

next thing you know, you’re surging up to meet his lips in a clash of teeth, passion, and desire, all in one. it’s messy, but he wouldn’t want it any other way, especially when he’s the one who got what he wanted.

oh well, this wasn’t too bad for you either.

“see,” he says, pulling away, breathless and panting, his swollen lips forming into a smile. “this is way better than some stupid game.”

“shut up and make out with me.”

he keeps it to himself how you bought his least favourite flavour because it tastes better with you.

RIN, niko, chigiri (hear me out on this one: i’m right)

HOW DID YOU GET HERE? you were enjoying your packet of pocky, really, you weren’t expecting anything exhilarating. however, that changed when he snuck up beside you, peering over your shoulder to see what you were eating.

you don’t miss the way his eyes light up upon seeing the branded snack in your hands and immediately asks if he can have one. when you glance inside the packet to see how many you have remaining, you tell him that there’s only one left which you tauntingly put in your mouth to gloat in his face.

what you were not expecting at all was for him to take a bite of the opposite end and you're immediately stunned into silence.

if that wasn’t enough, there was no shame when he began nibbling on it, closing the gap between your faces as he concentrates intensely on eating the confectionary sweet.

you’re quite literally frozen, not having it in you to merely blink, too scared to move or retract away from him lest your poor heart give out from how it thunders in your chest, reverberating with the might of a thousand suns.

if that wasn’t bad enough, the way he gently grabs your face with both hands to keep you cemented where you are only worsens your current predicament. warm palms holding either side as he stares determinedly at your lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

was he always this pretty?

then, when you don’t think he can get any closer, he snaps the stick, pulling back with a satisfied grin, hands lingering where they’ve sought purchase before returning to his side.

“thanks for sharing, y/n. best pocky i’ve ever had in my life,” he says before turning around, walking away to leave you on the verge of a meltdown.

NAGI, bachira (but with more excitement), otoya,

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belovedyandere · 1 year

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pls you have to understand goth male reader and yandere jock pls pls

cw. established relationship, dubcon, manipulation, sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes

“Black does look good on you, but I think you sitting n’ crying on my cock suits you better.” The raging testosterone jock whispered behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. Lips to your cheek, exaggerating a long lick from your jaw to the bottom of your eye.

“Fuck off. What did I say about you coming onto me in public.” Pulling yourself from him, with great struggle, you crossed your arms and furrowed your brows in annoyance. “I’ve told you so many fucking times that I don’t want anyone knowing that we’re together. But you, and your horned up brain,” tapping your index finger to the jock’s temple, “never listen.” Sighing with frustration you rubbed your own temple to ease the oncoming headache.

“But we aren’t in public, in fact, it’s the start of a new period and as you can see, ain’t anyone around here.” Looking to where his head directed, he was right. The back of the school was vacant from onlookers. “And don’t act all high n’ mighty in front of me. I can see my favourite little guy down there excited to see me.” Pushing your back against the wall, his knee came in between your thighs and began to rub against you. “I’d like you to be more honest with me, just like how honest my dick is, wanting to be in your hole and filling it up.” You were left rendered speechless. By his words? His knee? The way he towered over you, with his hands resting onto your waist before coming up to meet where your nipples were? You didn’t know but out of instinct to ground yourself, your arms came to wrap around his neck. Not aware of the immense satisfaction the jock was feeling.

You couldn’t blame him if you knew. The way he followed you around like a hungry dog at school when he was the new student. You felt so out of reach yet you were right beside him in science. Weekends weren’t short enough to see you again, so he was glad to have found your hang out spot. Coincidentally bumping into you, though at first you weren’t all too please. Already having an assumption on his character based on who he had hung out with. But he was determined to wear you down, to see you wag your tail when you saw him. Though he wasn’t sure if his patience was strong enough to compete with your stubbornness. He tried everything. Greeting you nicely, wearing bits of black, listening to the bands you liked. Everything. So it surprised him when seeing you witness his disappointment when he lost a game. His head hung low with huge sighs. He didn’t notice you there until you sat beside him, giving him awkward encouraging words. And that’s where he found the perfect bait. He chuckled at your kind words, before frowning at himself. Saying that his dad was there, and he embarrassed him. All lies of course, but you certainly hadn’t known that. You were quick to comfort him, and from there a budding friendship came. But jock wasn’t happy with this friendship, yet it was what he could tolerate for now.

And as time passed, you two came to find that you shared familiar experiences, that’s what you were led to believe at least. It pulled you in, to feel understood and to be looked upon with no judgement. Your heart pulled to him, and his to you. It was obvious the feelings you both shared. Though you hesitated. You were one who appreciated things to be done and said in private. Especially relationships. And here you two were, grinding against each other behind the school, your pants somehow already onto the floor and turned to face the wall. “W-wait not here, someone’s gonna come.”

“Not if you’re quiet.” The palm of his hand coming to close your mouth, the other stretching your hole, fortunately the night before had loosened you enough for him to enter easily. But that didn’t stop you from moaning, your knees halfway already buckling from the rough movements. You weren’t surprised he preferred it rough and animalistic. He pushed you further against the wall, in hopes you wouldn’t fall, but with his quick movements and the way your hole tightened his throbbing cock, you both were quick to climax. One thing the jock knew you couldn’t deny was the sexual chemistry, you were meant for him.

#yandere jock #jock smut #belovedyandere oc #yandere #yandere smut #male reader

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gimmeurtmi · 11 months

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for the headcanon thing…..

jus 2min eating reader out pls pls pls 🥺🥺

this is the second 2min eating reader out request i have and so... i couldn't not. i hope you like it <3

you're not sure how your boyfriends bickering over what to have for dinner escalated to you on your back and seungmin's head between your legs--but that's exactly where you are, gasping for air as seungmin's tongue flicks your clit in quick, eager motions.

his lung capacity is admirable, really, because he hasn't pulled away once.

"seung, i, i'm--" but before you can warn him he pulls away, latching his lips around the sensitive spot in your inner thigh. you squirm around, trying to push him off while you tell him, "what the fuck, i was so close."

"so why are you pushing me?" he looks up at you, eyebrows high and smirk wide. you hate how infuriating he can be, especially when he starts peppering kisses away from where you want him to be. he's all the way down to your knee, spreading the other one so you can't even try and get any friction.

"why are you like this," you whine loudly.

"because hyung told me to move," seungmin says, simply.

you flick your eyes up, to where minho is sitting--waiting--an unbearable smirk on his face.

"didn't you hear it?"

"n-no.." you stutter. you quickly catch yourself, hoisting yourself up on your elbows before looking back at seungmin. "since when do you listen to him, anyway?"

minho laughs loudly, his eyes scrunching as it trails off into a soft 'ah'. when he calms down he locks his eyes with yours, telling you quite clearly that your game isn't gonna work on either one of them.

"well," you huff when you realise seungmin really didn't catch your bait, "if you moved him can you at least come here and make me cum?"

"you're very brave today," minho points out, but crawls over to you nonetheless. he licks your entrance softly, the sensation making you shudder as you gasp.

he keeps going, small little licks and nothing more, as seungmin wraps an arm around your thigh and holds it. he goes back to peppering kisses around your skin, up your stomach, around your hips, until minho groans loudly when their heads bump together.

you would laugh, but the vibrations feel too good and it sounds more like a moan than anything else.

"this is why i said we can't do it at the same time," minho scoffs, pulling away completely. you're about to protest, but seungmin hurriedly takes his place as he wraps his lips around your clit quickly.

he sucks in, ripping a moan out of your throat. "fuck! seung!"

minho grabs your hips, pulling them up, and places two pillows underneath you. it's not much, but it gives them a little more space and after minho moves seungmin to the side (luckily, his lips are latched onto you) he manages to find enough space to lick his tongue into your entrace again.

they both keep going, only occasionally bumping into each other--and the feeling is so overwhelming you can't even make a sound. the only sound is your deep breaths, and the suckling and movement of their tongues.

you think you're about to explore, you're definitely shaking already, and all you manage to say a you feel your toes curling is, "i'm gonna, hmph--"

they somehow move even closer to you, and you're sure minho is going to complain about seungmin's chin poking his eyes, but neither of them stops--the sucking and the licking only intensifying as they feel your stomach contracting.

it's a few minutes later when you open your eyes, seungmin's arm around your stomach as he kisses your shoulder in short intervals.

"...and then i said i wasn't going with him to a gaming convention because it's all just words to me and i think he got upset," you hear minho's voice. it's far away, but most things feel far away.

the bed dips, a hand going up and down your knee as they keep talking above you. you let your eyes flutter shut again as seungmin gives minho advice on how to get back on felix's good side, kissing your shoulder in between words.

"how are you two talking about felix right now?" you grumble out as you finally blink your eyes open.

they both turn to look at you, seungmin smiling softly at you.

"oh, shit. i thought we killed you," minho says softly, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

"not yet," you chuckle, but you can still feel your walls fluttering. you've never passed out from an orgasm before, and you can still feel the chills running around your arms.

"damn. let's try again, seungminnie?"

seungmin nods, a huge smile on his face, his bangs moving around. he really is an eager puppy.

"no, no, i can't do that again," you complain, but let your legs fall open anyway. minho laughs when he notices it, rolling his eyes at you before he kisses your clit softly. seungmin gets back on his stomach quickly, turning his head to fit under minho's comfortably enough to go for a second round.

#ask #anon #this is... insane. i won't apologise #2min x reader #2min smut #skz x reader #all.works #2mints #minho x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz.blurbs #2min thoughts #hard thoughts

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benedictscanvas · 1 year

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Nobody on the BAU team believes Jack Hotchner when he says his father’s new girlfriend is rich and famous. Then they meet her.

A theoretical opening to an Aaron Hotchner x f1 reader if you’re interested, but also no pressure if you don’t vibe with it. I don’t want anything too specific, just happy chosen family shenanigans. Sending all the love to you 💛💛

cute cute cute. as i'm writing this i'm pretty sure i've seen this type of thing before but i cannot remember for the life of me who wrote it! so pls let me know if anyone knows and i'll tag them. sending you all the love back anon <3 || 1.5k words, fem!reader

"Jack, come on man! Has your dad put you up to this?"

"No!" the boy insists, then lowers his voice again, "Dad told me not to tell you, but I couldn't help it."

Derek feels his chest swell with pride until he remembers what Jack's trying to convince him. He narrows his eyes at him again.

"Dave then? Trying to pull one over on me? Just because I switched out his-"

"Derek! I'm telling you the truth. I even have proof," Jack said, eyebrows raised, waiting for Derek to take the bait. His proof was poor at best, but he needed to talk to someone about this.

"Go ahead, kiddo."

Jack pulled out his phone, tapping furiously. Derek waited impatiently, even though he was an inch more intrigued than he had been 30 seconds ago.

When Jack showed him the blurriest photo in existence, that hope was snuffed out immediately.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Jack grabbed at Derek's arm to make him stay, let him explain and it was enough to catch the attention of the rest of the BAU at their desks. Hotch was in his office, oblivious to the scene, one he would have put a stop to before it started.

"What's Morgan done this time?" JJ asked, making her way over with a smirk. Spence and Emily were listening from their desks too and before Jack could answer, Derek was already speaking.

"No no no, you're not blaming this one on me. Jack's claiming our very own Hotch is dating the Y/N Y/L/N. You know, she's an actress?"

Emily gasped.

"She's not just an actress, she's the actress, thank you Derek. I worship that woman."

"She's pretty amazing," Spencer added.

"Derek," Jack practically whined, "Dad's gonna kill me. I told you in secret!"

"Okay, but you're not serious Jack."

"You can't be."

"I am! So serious. So so serious that you all have to swear you're not gonna tell my dad about this conversation," Jack said, and upon seeing the amused looks of the people that were practically family, he glared at them, "Swear!"

"I swear, Jack," Spencer took pity on him first, but soon JJ and Emily did too, seeing the flush that had travelled up the young boy's neck. He may have grown a lot in his first few years of being a teenager but he kept the same tells that they could all read. Even Derek.

"Alright, alright, I swear too. But when I find out what you're trying to pull, I'm gonna pull something right back. You'll never see it coming, kid."

"Sounds like fighting talk, Jack, you need me to handle this for you?" came a teasing voice, silky smooth, from behind the group. Jack was the only one facing your way, and his face lit up at the sight of you. He went to stand at your side as the rest of them turned to see you in all your glory, smiling at them with that grin that they'd all seen so many times before.

On red carpets. Or movie theatre screens. Never in their office.

"Nah, you're alright Y/N," Jack said, greeting you with a brief but intricate handshake the others couldn't catch in time, "This is Derek, you've heard so much about, and he doesn't believe you're dating my dad."

"Ah, Derek Morgan," you said, enjoying the shock on his face as you said his full name, "You're right to be skeptical, you know. This one ate the last of my cereal this morning, though he swears it wasn't him."

Jack retorts instantly and just like that, the two of you have entered easy banter that the others can't help but sit and stare at. The conversation stops short when Jack bursts out in raucous laughter and you're grinning again, but you quickly turn back to the others.

"I'm so sorry," you say, and it's genuine now without the playful edge, "To show up like this, unannounced, and not even introduce myself. When I practiced this in my head, just know I blew you all away with my first impression."

They all rewarded you with a chuckle and it was enough to put you more at ease.

"I don't think you really need to introduce-"

"Y/N?"

Emily was cut off by another voice behind the group, this time one they knew well from their day to day lives. When they turned, comically in time with one another, they found Hotch at the top of the stairs, brow furrowed as he took the steps downward and walked towards them all.

Or, more accurately, towards you.

"I thought we were meeting you there?" he asked, voice low once he reached you and getting lower still as he murmured, "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know. I want to," you assure him, eyes all sparkle as you look at him and reach out to briefly squeeze his arm, "Promise."

He nods once, like he's made up his mind. When he turns to the others, he's almost smiling. Spencer finds it a little eerie.

"Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N. My-" he stops short, and doesn't realise the entirety of his team is revelling in him being so flustered, "We're seeing each other."

"I'm his girlfriend," you supply, shaking your head at Hotch but you can't keep the smile from your face, "He just hates saying it."

"No," he grinds out, looking at you with nothing but fondness despite his warning tone, "It just doesn't cut it. It's not enough."

"What would you prefer?" Derek butts in, "Your significant other? Life partner? Lover?"

"Enough. She's important to me, let's leave it at that, shall we?"

Derek's suggestions had made you chuckle but Hotch's assertion had made you positively beam. JJ could read it all over her face. She'd moved past being starstruck and into being incredibly happy for Hotch.

"Jack I think we all owe you an apology man," Derek began, then winced and corrected himself when Emily elbowed him right in the ribs, "And especially me. I really thought you were kidding me."

"Jack, you told them?"

Hotch's voice is still stern, but this time directed towards his son. Derek winces again, knowing he's put his foot in his mouth as Jack's shoulders slump. Still glowing, you come to his rescue.

"Oh, Aaron, he's just happy for you," you say placatingly, a hand at his back, a reassurance, before you turn to the team, "It was me who wanted to keep this quiet, not Aaron. I was trying to protect him from my life, but I think I kept it up a little too long. That's why I'm here."

Spencer thinks Hotch might be glowing too. You, you're all ethereal anyway, and there's the essence of something angelic about you, but you seem to have pulled Hotch into your orbit. He's definitely smiling now, just a little. Spencer is trying not to frown at the difference of it all.

"You don't mind that I told them?"

"Not even a bit, Jackaroo," you chuckle when he rolls his eyes fondly at the nickname, "Been wanting to show your dad off for an awful long time, really."

It's cloying, really, the way you hang onto his forearm as you say it, but he's drinking up every drop you send his way. He even goes as far as to rest a hand on your own arm in return, and keeps you close.

"Other way round, sweetheart," he mutters, in some vain hope only you will hear him. He doesn't get his wish. As soon as somebody sighs wistfully, he's stiff again, back straight, "But I think we've shown off enough for one day. Lunch?"

Jack nods enthusiastically, still seeming relieved that you've helped him avoid any scolding, not that Hotch is very good at that, surprisingly. You nod too, sending a last sweet smile to the whole team and insisting that now they've met you, they won't be able to get rid of you. Another round of chuckles.

Emily insists they won't want to get rid of you and she's a little too eager. A little too superfan. If you notice, you don't show it, only saying goodbye to her with an extra warm hug that she can't shake off.

The three of you head off, you still hanging off Hotch's arm, your cheek now smushed against his shoulder. But he's silent, and you're blabbering away with Jack again, more laughter. When they get into the elevator and Derek cranes his head, he can see the real smile on Hotch's face and he gets a little choked up.

"Well shit," he says to the others, coughing it away, "That's me not getting any real work done today."

"You can say that again," somebody says, and soon they've devolved into sitting on desks and gossiping right into the afternoon.

When Dave and Penelope trudge back in after their early lunch to the commotion of everyone's reactions after you'd left, Dave simply asks them how they didn't know sooner. They're not surprised.

And if Penelope cries a little at the thought of just missing you, you'll never know. She has the others sworn to secrecy.

(hotch doesn't return at all)

if you'd like to request something, please do so here! i'd love to hear from you sunflower <3

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner oneshot #hotch #hotch fluff #hotch oneshot #hotch imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds oneshot

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maximotts · 11 months

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Just a quick milf Wanda thought because I’m homosexual and I need to write this. Pls ignore that I had this queued for Wednesday and put it back in my drafts because of that creepy anon I got, here be the thing 💖

cw for implied smut and lingerie shopping, but there’s nothing truly explicit in this, just Wanda being flirty

Wanda asking you to run a few errands for her because she’s unexpectedly busy with the boys since Vis decided to come pick them up around dinner instead of lunch. And yeah, maybe you had a few things to do with your Saturday already, but she sounded so overwhelmed on the phone.

You could just picture Wanda slumped against the kitchen wall watching Billy and Tommy run circles around her, her sentences rushed as she tried her hardest to be quick with giving you the list of places she needed you to stop by, “Oh, for the last stop, be a peach and pick something out for me. I trust your judgment.”

She said it so innocently, you hadn’t thought of anything of it, noting her errands and setting off to start your drive around town. Each time you mentioned to a shop’s person you were you were picking something up for Ms. Maximoff, their face lit up, perfectly agreeable to help you grab whatever she asked for and praising your helpful nature.

The last place was in the next town over, a small store you’d never paid much attention to. The second you stepped through the door, you realized why.

It wasn't that the lingerie store was tacky or crude, but you certainly felt underdressed in your denim cutoffs amongst the lavish mannequins. You could barely make eye contact with the shop owner while trying to ask for Wanda's order, the older women clearly amused with your struggle.

Upon revealing there was nothing set aside for her, a reminder of Wanda's words mortified you: pick something out for me. For her. Lingerie... for Wanda. On your judgement. To your albeit limited knowledge, the only person she’d worn anything like this for lately was you.

Steam had to be blowing from your ears. If not for the fear of disappointing her, you would've run away.

Suddenly each outfit was visible on Wanda and not only was it impossible to pick, the process of being shown all the details and advantages of every choice by the shop owner left your face hotter than the sun.

As soon as you pick one, you put the purchase on Wanda's tab and sprint with the box to your car. The drive home only makes your anxiety rise, wondering if and how to present it to her, hoping your taste in lingerie isn't offensive; there were way too many racing thoughts.

Finally you settle on just putting the box on her bed and busying yourself with putting as many things from your errands away as you could. But by the time Wanda comes back that evening, you're wondering why you lingered in her empty house for so long. She hadn't asked you to do anything more than complete some tasks for her, certainly not to lurk without purpose.

Wanda doesn't care, thinks it's sweet you'd wait for her return instead of running off to some party on Saturday night. "Here to keep me company, sweet pea?"

You figure saying no sounded rude and it gave you an excuse for being in her home still so you went along with it, rattling off the completed list of tasks and explaining what you'd put where just in case you were wrong about anything. If Wanda noticed how you left out the last shop, she didn't say anything, granting you a bright smile and pulling you in for a kiss that made your heart melt.

"I'll go change into my house clothes, then we can curl up and watch a movie. Give me ten minutes!" As soon as you heard Wanda shut her bedroom door, you remembered the box you left at the end of her bed and you waited with baited breath for a scream, a gasp, any indication that she'd opened the package at all... but none came.

For some amount of painfully long minutes, you heard nothing, leaving you stone still on the sofa, feverishly wiping your clammy hands over your legs. And then, finally, her voice called out from upstairs, "Come up here, please. I need your help!"

She didn't sound mad, just... normal. You didn't know what to expect as you climbed the carpeted stairs, but then as you turned the corner you saw Wanda standing in her bedroom doorway, grinning as she toyed with the sleeve of her new dark blue gown. "So this is the kind of thing you want to see me in?"

The actual dress was a little shorter than she typically wore, ending at her upper thigh, and much lower cut, accenting the slight push the bodice's corseted fit gave her chest. "It was a hard decision. You'd look beautiful in the whole store."

"Well aren't you a charmer," Wanda beckoned you closer from where you fidgeted in place, drawing you in until you were mere inches away. "Let me pay you back for all your hard work today, sweetheart. I'll even show you how to take me out of this once I get tired of wearing it."

#wanda is so silly I wuv her #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fic #milf!wanda au #motts writes.#maximotts

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whatitshouldvebeen · 26 days

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(no idea if these even go through, first time pls be patient with me) i’ve been going through your blog for a few days and i am loooving it omg i love the way you write so much! i was wondering what you would think would go down when,

a victim using reader as bait to let the victim go

a victim hurting reader (mistook as a family member) or

A victim dragging reader out an exit to escape also (thinking she’s another person trapped there) please don’t feel like you have to answer all, (or even answer at all) you have your own life and you can make your own decisions in life :) 👋

A Dog's Loyalty

I wrote this as a combo of all three requests of yours!

Description: Ana tries to escape with you, but you don't want to leave

Warnings: blood, injury

"Oh my god, Leland, there's someone else in here!"

You looked up at her, your eyes wide. You were huddled in the corner of Johnny's shack, frozen in place. It had been months since you saw another person; you'd almost forgotten anyone but Johnny truly existed.

"Don't worry, hun, we'll get you out. My name is Ana, what's yours?" the young woman asked, working to untie the rope from around your ankle. She had the most beautiful tan skin, her dark hair matted with sweat but still cascading in pretty waves down to her shoulders. The guy she'd called Leland kept watch, peeking out of the cracked front door anxiously.

You hesitantly told her your name, and she smiled as she helped you up from the floor. "I think our friend Julie already unlocked the front gate. We just have to get there without getting caught."

Leland signaled that the coast was clear, sliding through the crack in the door. Ana waited for you to go, and you marveled at how easy it was to get through now. You'd been here so long you'd lost a lot of weight since the first time you'd been sneaking around trying to escape.

You're almost blinded by the light as you emerge on the other side. How long had it been since you'd been outside? You couldn't even remember. Months? A year? Longer?

Ana came out after you, and not long after the three of you heard a chainsaw revving. Ana pulled you into some tall grass while Leland ran away from the exit, drawing the attention of the man you'd heard Johnny refer to as "big boy," who yelled in outrage as he chased after him.

"Come on, now's our chance!" Ana said, grabbing your hand. You stumbled after her, not used to running after so long locked away.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

The voice stopped you in your tracks, only a few feet from the gate. Ana looked at you incredulously and tried to pull you toward the gate.

"Come on! He's coming!!" She screamed, tugging at you. You stayed rooted in place, your ears burning.

"Be a good girl and stay right where you are." Johnny rounded the corner of the white picket fence, walking so slowly you probably could get away if you started running. But you didn't.

"Oh my god, you're one of them, aren't you?!" Ana accused, pulling your back against her chest. She took out a bone scrap and held it to your neck, her breathing erratic.

"Let me and Leland go, or I'll kill her!" Ana said, pressing the scrap against your neck and backing up toward the gate. You winced, but it wasn't anything new to have a sharp edge threaten your life.

Johnny stopped, his eyes narrowing.

"'Fraid I can't do that. Your friend is already in the basement being chopped up as we speak."

Ana swallowed harshly. "You piece of shit! You're lying!"

Johnny grinned. "Stick around fer dinner and I'll let you see him again, all dressed in some nice gravy ‘n chitlins."

Ana's tears fell on your shoulder as her back ran into the gate. Johnny stayed where he was, his fingers twitching at his side.

"Johnny," you whispered, trying not to move.

"Obviously, she wants to stay. Keep her," Ana said, shoving the gate open. She then took the bone scrap and jabbed it into your thigh, throwing you to the side.

You screamed as you fell to the ground, blood welling around the bone scrap. Johnny let out a feral growl before lunging, moving faster than you'd ever seen him move.

"Help me!" Ana screamed, running out onto the road. Johnny moved twice as fast, fueled by rage as he grabbed her around her midsection. He didn't hesitate before dragging his blade across her throat, her blood fanning out through the air and splattering on the road. He let her drop to the road, discarded, and you heard him run back through the gate.

He collected you in his arms, sitting on the dusty ground and holding you close.

"Are you okay baby?" He asked, gently stroking your hair from your face. He looked down at your leg and winced, the first time you've ever seen him queasy at the sight of an injury.

You nodded, though your face was pallid and your fingertips felt cold.

"I… need a bandaid…"

Johnny laughed and nodded. "I'll get ya one. Come on." He picked you up easily, cradling you against his chest. Instead of taking you to his shack, he brought you into Nancy's house for the first time. Once inside he laid you out on the dining room table, much like the meals they'd served over the years.

He rushed to the bathroom and brought back gauze.

"This is gonna hurt sugar. Here." He unbuckled his belt and put it between your teeth. "Bite down on this, alright?"

You nodded, and he smiled. "Good girl. One… two…" He then yanked the bone scrap from your thigh.

You wailed, more thick blood oozing out onto the table. Johnny poured alcohol over the wound, making the pain almost unbearable. He then, as quickly as he could, wrapped your leg in gauze. You felt your vision getting fuzzy as you began to fade. But then, Johnny leaned over the table, took his belt back, and kissed you.

Your heart instantly picked up, and your eyes focused on him as he pulled back, his cocked grin on his handsome face.

"You showed your loyalty today, sugar. I knew you were special." He kissed you again, and even though your arms were weak you still wrapped them around his neck. When he pulled back, he looked happier than you'd ever seen him.

"Welcome to the family."

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm #texas chainsaw game #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x reader #fanfiction

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minminho0 · 1 year

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◈You're Mine◈

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<Yandere!Pantalone x Reader>

-Fluff

Summary: You got sold to the 9th harbinger and now youre his cute little girlfriend that does everything he says♡.

Reader: Female

Warnings: Hitting and harrasment

A/n: brainrotting rn♡♡ been inlove with him lately so yee.

I hope you enjoy~!!

✴Masterlist✴

"How's my darling doing~? Mhm, has she been behaving?" The 9th harbinger mentioned while holding you in his arms.

He just came back and asked Childe to look after you while he was away, Not really the best choice but hes the only one available.

"Oh, shes been great~! Such a sweetheart♡ youre so lucky to have a girl like her!!"

"Ikr fr fr" (pls idk but i see him saying this words💀)

"Lets go now, darling~"

You hummed, nuzziling into his arms more.

"Bye bye, Y/n~, till next time!" He waved.

You waved back as you two turned around.

Getting into the luxurious car and ready to head back to the abode.

"Mhm, you've been a good girl according to Childe. Good girls deserve a reward, right? How about i take you shopping tomorrow, ill buy you everything you want" he smiled while looking down at you.

"That sounds nice.." You leaned on his arm as you slowly drift off to sleep.

You only woke up when you felt Pantalone carrying you to your shared room.

"Ohh it's been a while since I went shopping!! " you exclaimed.

"This is your reward for behaving lately" he smiled.

The whole day, you two spend time together like a date and, spending thousands without baiting an eye.

You two ended your day with a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant with a good view.

"I really enjoyed spending time with you today..(and your money) I hope we get days like this more"

"You will experience days like this frequently aslong as you behave and act like a good girl you are♡"

"Mhm!" You hummed while chewing your food.

"Ah! Who are you and what are you doing!? " you struggled to fight back as a man hugs you so tight.

"Come one, baby~ Just one night, I promise I'll make you feel good~" an obviously drunk guy spoke to your ear.

"No! Let me go please! " you squirmed at the man's arms.

"Tch stop struggling, lady!"

You manage to escape his tight grip but before you can run off, he suddenly pulled your hair which made you cry out.

"Aghh!" You gripped your hair to try and make him let go but it didn't work, he was about to hit you at your face, you shut your eyes tight waiting for the blow.

"Ahh! " you screamed, letting go of your hair and held the part of your face where he hit you a few seconds ago. You started to tear up as he hit you multiple times.

"That's what you get! " he smirked as he still has a tight grip at your hair. Before he can hit you again, he suddenly felt a sudden sting at the back of his neck resulting on him letting go of your hair and collapsing to the ground.

"Take him to the basement" he ordered his underling.

"Yes, sir!" The underling quickly went to work.

You felt arms slowly wrap around you, those familiar arms, that familiar scent..

"P-pantalone? " your voice barely a whisper.

"Shh, I'm here don't worry. "

"It hurts.. "

"Don't worry darling the paramedics are on their way" he nuzzled you in his arms, comforting you.

"Pantalone? "

"Hm? "

"I.. I love you"

"... I- I love you too, sweetheart" he said in a comforting tone as he kissed your forehead.

✻Bonus part!

Pantalone slowly closed the door to your room making sure that you won't wake up.

He headed down the basement together with his underling.

"What should we do to him, sir? "

"I-"

"PLEASE LET ME GO! I'LL NEVER DO IT EVER AGAIN PLEASE! "

Slowly getting irritated for being cutted off but still stayed looking unbothered.

"Tch. Send him to Dottore, I have no use of him as he only inflicted harm"

"Yes, sir" they bowed

Dottore: *happy noises* yay!

I hope you enjoyed it!!!

-March 16, 2023

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atiny-moon · 8 months

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Goodnight, angel

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: pure smut not a single ounce of plot

Pairing: jongho x fem!reader

Tags: oral (m&f receiving), fingering, spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (pls dont do this irl), maybe a little rough, jongho strong boi

Word Count: 3.7K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

“Undress,” Jongho said.

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, bathed in the city lights streaming in from the windows. Your bedroom was quaint enough that Jongho didn’t have to raise his voice much to get his message across. He said it so coolly, too. As if he had all the time in the world with you.

You locked eyes with Jongho as you slid off your top and undid your trousers. You only broke eye contact to throw your clothes somewhere and when you looked back up he was already so close to you - just less than a foot away. His eyes danced along your body as he took in every single curve of your seminude frame. The heat of his gaze was too intense - it felt like pinpricks of excitement every time he glanced at your tits, your hips, your ass.

He walked around you in a large circle and you couldn’t help but feel like some sort of trapped animal. Jongho was normally so sweet that this sudden change in his demeanor only made you more excited for whatever it was to come. The way he was walking around you made you feel like you were prey. Though.. there was a part of you that wanted to get caught. You wanted Jongho to devour you.

He stopped somewhere behind you and you felt your heart in your throat, your heartbeat ringing loud in your ears as you waited with baited breath for his next action. Seconds later, your bra was undone. The sudden brush of cold air on your nipples caused them to harden immediately. Jongho gently brushed your hair out of the way so he could trace a free digit along the indentations left by your bra. His touch was so soft and so light that the barely there caresses caused an explosion of goosebumps all over your body. Jongho’s hand continued to travel the length of your body until it found your hip and once there it gave the area a hearty squeeze. Fuck, he was so strong.

Just as you were marveling at his strength, Jongho placed the softest of kisses on your exposed shoulder. The sudden sweetness caused your knees to buckle - how could he be so gentle and so strong at the same time? You relaxed into Jongho’s body, an immediate smile overtaking your features. He felt so solid, so stable. It was impossible not to feel safe around him.

With your body pressed against his, Jongho leaned into your ear and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long..” He kissed your neck. “I may not be able to control myself tonight,” Another kiss. “If it’s too much..” Kiss. “Tap twice if you want me to slow down,” he let go of your hip to gently tap it twice. “Three times if you want me to stop,” Jongho demonstrated by tapping your hip three times.

Your heart was in your throat again. Jongho’s confession rang in your ears as you realized what he said and as your body caught up with your brain, you could feel the area between your thighs grow warm. How far would Jongho take it if you didn’t tap?

“Answer me. Let me know you understand,” his voice was low in your ear.

“Yes, I understand,” you whispered.

“Good.”

You were basking in the warm glow of his praise when Jongho came to stand in front of you. There was such a softness in his eyes as his hands came up to cup either side of your face and hold you in place as he delivered the sweetest of kisses to your lips. The kiss was so earth-shatteringly gentle, you almost forgot Jongho’s words. How could this sweet man ever lose control? When you two separated from the kiss the usual soft teddy bear sparkle in his eyes was gone and in its place was a deep dark intensity - it made you shiver with excitement.

His hands slid from your face to your neck and finally to the back of your head where Jongho took a firm grip of your hair. His eyes fixed on your lips as he said “Kneel,” in the sternest voice you’ve heard him use. The strength of it made you weak and made it easy for Jongho to strongly encourage you to your knees. He held you like that for a while, his hands lost in your hair, admiring the way you looked up at him with such eager eyes in such a compromising position. Gosh, he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

Jongho released his grip on your hair so he could run his thumb along your bottom lip and play with the fullness of your lips. That same hand then squeezed your cheeks together as Jongho said, “I can’t wait to fuck your mouth.” At this point you were already puddy in his hands, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as your only response. Jongho smiled as he squeezed your cheeks again. He let go of your face and undid his zipper.

Jongho pulled out his semi-hard cock and looked at you with expectant eyes as his hand slid behind your neck. You could feel the strength in his grip. He could really do whatever he wanted to you and the thought alone flamed the fire that was already burning between your thighs.

You took him into your mouth and just held his semi soft cock in there for a little while. You looked up at Jongho through half closed eyes and watched his face as you started to suck on his dick ever so softly. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed and the first wave of euphoria washed over him. You smiled to yourself and continued to give the softest of sucks. Little by little, his dick grew to its full size and you could no longer keep all of him in your mouth. You tried to pull off his dick but Jongho and his firm grip on your neck held you in place. He was so big in your mouth. It was getting difficult to breathe and just as you were about to tap, he pulled you off him with a loud pop.

You gasped for air immediately. The tears were already starting to form in your eyes but you didn’t mind. You were eager for his dick in your mouth again. You wanted to feel your throat close around his dick. So you quickly took Jongho into your mouth once more and started bobbing your head. Pushing further and further until the tip of his dick was tickling the back of your throat. You gagged on Jongho’s dick again before continuing to work your mouth over his member.

Jongho’s grip on the back of your neck tightened as the pleasure started mounting in his stomach. He let his head roll back as your mouth moved up and down his dick. He closed his eyes and focused all of his attention on the attention your mouth was giving to his cock. Fuck, it felt so good. The way you bobbed your head up and down at the perfect pace, all the while using your tongue to tease the underside of his dick.

“That’s it, angel. Just like that,” Jongho sighed.

You moaned onto his dick in response, the pet name immediately fanned the flame that was in between your thighs. In turn, you held onto his thighs as you started increasing the pace of your blowjob. Every now and then you would push his dick further into your mouth, gagging on the thickness of his member. And every time you gagged, Jongho made such delicious sounds of pleasure - it encouraged you. You wanted to hear what he sounded like when he came.

Jongho’s hands moved from your neck to the back of your head where they tangled themselves in your hair. You were too lost in the feeling of his dick in your mouth that you didn’t notice how his hips had started bucking into your mouth. It wasn’t until Jongho tugged on your hair and held you in place that you realized just how much he was enjoying you giving him head. He held you in place as his hips started moving faster, pumping his dick in and out of your mouth at a much quicker pace than yours.

The results were heavenly to Jongho. He watched as tears streamed down your face, ruining all the effort you put into your makeup. He watched the saliva start pouring out of your mouth. He watched as your mouth stretched to fit all of him in your mouth. The sight of you absolutely undone on his cock and the sweet feeling of your mouth on him was too much, Jongho could feel the orgasm building a lot quicker than he wanted.

And still he pushed. He wanted to cross the line, he wanted to watch his cum spray all over your pretty face. And just as he was about to, he pulled you off him with another pop. Your mouth suddenly felt lonely, you wanted to taste him, feel his dick hit your throat over and over again. You opened your mouth to stick out your tongue again, signaling to Jongho that you weren’t done - you needed him in your mouth once more.

The sight of you eagerly waiting for his dick made Jongho almost lose control. With his hands still in your hair, he encouraged you to stand up. But he couldn’t wait until you were fully on your feet before enveloping you a deep passionate kiss. This was not the sweet stuff from earlier but a completely different monster. Your tongues mashed together in what could only be described as the purest form of lust.

When you finally separated, there was a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths. Jongho then slapped your ass harder than you were anticipating. However, the sting of his hand on your ass caused the sloppiest smiles to cross your lips. You were already so far gone and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Get on the bed,” Jongho commanded.

You eagerly climbed onto the bed and positioned yourself near the edge, on all fours. You heard the sound of a belt being undone and several seconds later, the familiar sound of clothes falling onto the floor. You risked a glance over your shoulder and saw a completely naked Jongho admiring your perked up ass. The tip of his dick leaking so much precum, you licked your lips in anticipation.

You watched as Jongho approached you and slapped your ass again. This time was even harder than before. You immediately arched your back and moaned in response - the line between pain and pleasure long since blurred. While you were lost in the throes of ecstasy, Jongho grabbed your thighs and held you in place as he licked a singular stripe between the folds of your pussy. The initial contact was otherworldly. Your mouth dropped open in an attempt to let out a moan but nothing came out, it just felt too good.

Your hands stretched out in front of you, gripping your just-washed sheets as Jongho continued his taste testing of your pussy. The way his tongue traced the inside of your lips should be made illegal. He continued to lap up your essence with an eagerness that could only be matched by your own desire from earlier before.

The pleasure was almost too intense, you didn’t want to cum, not yet. But Jongho held onto your hips, firmly keeping you in place while he tortured your throbbing clit. One particularly nice swipe of his tongue across your most sensitive area and you felt yourself topple over the edge. The warmth of the orgasm spreads from your clit throughout your entire body, ripping moan after moan from your throat.

But even after you came, Jongho did not release his hold on your hips nor your lips. He continued to lap at your pussy, drinking down every single drop from your orgasm. And even after. You could feel the overstimulation building up and you tried to wriggle free but instead were met with Jongho’s firm hand on your lower back - pushing you down and effectively keeping you in place. How was he so strong?

Jongho maintained the dance his tongue was performing on your clit until you could feel the pressure mounting again. Your legs started to shake as your throat clamped up again, unable to make another sound as the second orgasm washed over you. And you could have sworn Jongho would have kept going if it wasn’t for the softest, “please… no more” you could muster. He lapped at your pussy one, two, three more times before finally pulling away.

There was no rest, however, as Jongho was quick to smack your ass with his heavy hand. The immediate shock of pain woke you up from the post-orgasm haze.

“Turn around,” Jongho said, his voice thick with lust.

You were slow to pull yourself up on all fours, turning around to face him with such heavy eyes. You could barely keep your head up, your body already growing tired from the pleasure-filled exertion. But now facing a nude Jongho, you could finally appreciate his naked frame - his broad shoulders, well defined chest and arms, the cutest little belly and insanely thick thighs. And right in-between those thighs was his hardened dick, no longer full enough to slap against his lower stomach, but full enough that it made your mouth water for another taste.

Without really thinking, you reached out and grabbed the base of Jongho’s dick. He inhaled sharply at the contact of your hand on his hungry cock. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip. For a moment there was a softness in his gaze - the brilliant teddy bear sparkle returning, if only for a moment. If only to be replaced by, “Gonna make me feel good, angel?”

His words were sweet like honey against your ear. The smile that spread across your lips was wide and lazy, unable to form any coherent words beyond, “Yes, please.”

In the next heartbeat you took his dick into your mouth once more. This time, slowly tracing the underside of his member with your tongue. Jongho let out a long exhale as his cock hardened under the effects of your skilled mouth. Once he was fully hard again you started bobbing your head up and down. Jongho placed both hands on his own hips and watched you get to work on his cock.

The tears and saliva that had started to dry were now reforming as you sucked him off. You wrapped your hands around whatever part of Jongho’s dick that couldn't fit in your mouth and started pumping. Hearing Jongho’s breathing turn into deep groans excited you, you could feel your pussy swell at the sound. It also encouraged you to bob your head faster and move your hands quicker up and down his dick. One hand slipped below and gently tugged at his balls. Judging by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, this proved to be too much as Jongho quickly pulled you off him.

He held you by your face as he tried to regulate his breathing. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching his face as he tried to come back down to earth. Unable to resist you like that, Jongho quickly pulled you into a rough kiss. And when he pulled away, it was only to bite the same lip you were torturing moments before.

His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers curling into the mess of your hair as he firmly held you in place. His other hand slid between your bodies and down to your clit. He pressed two fingers into the still-recovering bundle of nerves and started drawing small circles. You took in a sharp inhale of breath. You wanted to double over from the pleasure but Jongho’s grip in your hair held you firm. Jongho then slipped a finger into your soaking entrance. The feeling of his finger in you caused another wave of pleasure to wash over you. And before you could even get used to the feeling of one of his fingers, Jongho was slipping a second digit into you.

His fingers pumped in and out of you with such dexterity you wondered if he somehow had acquired a manual for your body - how could he make you feel so good with just his fingers? You melted under his touch - the tight grip on your hair only accentuating the pleasure that your body was experiencing. You felt your eyes flutter shut as another orgasm was creeping up. And just as you were about to succumb fully, Jongho pushed you down onto the bed. You immediately pressed your thighs together, chasing the high that was promised but Jongho easily spread your legs apart.

Wordlessly, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself right in-between your thighs. Your pussy was dying for attention, any sort of touch or friction, anything to release the wave of pleasure that you had been building. And Jongho provides it. He carefully lines his dick up with you and pushes in ever so gently, a far cry from the way he was treating you earlier. But when you look up at him, you can see why he was being so gentle. Jongho was very close to cumming. He was taking his time, not for you, but out of fear he would finish before he could fuck you the way he wanted to.

Your hands reached out to touch him, any part of him, but Jongho was quick to pin your hands down by your side. The only thing you got was a stern look. The weight of the gaze made you moan out loud. And with that singular look, you stilled your body and let Jongho accustom himself to being inside you. You were so eager to have him fill you up, you didn’t notice just how much he actually was stretching you out.

Once you did, all you could focus on was the feel of his dick inside of you, carefully stretching you out and making room for him and only him. Once Jongho was fully inside of you, he threw your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you with the ferocity of a sex-starved man. With back arched and hands gripping at the sheets beneath you, moan after moan fills the bedroom as Jongho slams into you. It’s almost too intense and you subconsciously start wiggling your body away from him, but Jongho’s grip on your thighs makes it impossible to do much else other than writhe in pleasure.

Your eyes flutter close and head thrown back as you succumb to the overwhelming feeling of Jongho’s strong hold on your thighs and his relentless pounding of your pussy. Lost in the pleasure of it all, your head fogs over with the daze of absolute bliss. The way Jongho slams his body into yours, the lewd sounds your pussy makes, his shallow breaths turning into grunts - all of it working in tandem to bring you over the edge.

With Jongho holding your legs in place, you were free to move a hand to the center of your thighs and start rubbing small circles on your incredibly sensitive clit. The pleasure is immediate, the warm promise of an orgasm on the horizon makes you please yourself with abandon. Jongho breathes out a deep grunt and slows down his pace so he could watch you play with yourself. You open your eyes to watch Jongho entranced with your fingers on your body.

His pace changes from relentless pounding to slow dangerously long strokes, the tip of his head raking across that sweet, sweet spot. Paired with your fingers on your clit, the orgasm was growing closer and closer. Your breathing grew ragged and the moans devolved into desperate pleas. You could hear yourself whimper, stringing together nonsensical words, euphoria clouding your mind and your ability to communicate. Through the sex-filled haze you managed to croak out, “Faster, please” and Jongho is all too willing to comply.

Unable to stop watching your fingers play with your clit, Jongho slowly starts to pick up the pace until he is back to forcefully slamming his big dick into your tight pussy. The sheets beneath you were a balled up mess in your fists as your body shook with the violence of your third orgasm ripping through your body. Jongho showed no intention of letting up - instead, he continued to pound into your sensitive pussy and just when you were about to tap, he pulled out and made a huge mess on your stomach.

He steadied himself on your bed, unable to stand up as he reeled from the pleasure of the orgasm. His breathing was deep and ragged as he stood up and looked around your room for something to clean you up with. You, barely able to move, lazily pointed to the bathroom. Jongho, still catching his breath, disappeared into the bathroom only to reappear seconds later with a towel. He cleaned you up first, and then himself and then tossed the towel somewhere off to the side.

Once the two of you were fully cleaned, Jongho climbed onto the bed with you. Somehow, he still had enough strength in him to easily adjust you so your head was resting on the pillows and he was laying beside you, effectively holding you in the little spoon position. The warmth of his body and breath against yours had an immediate relaxing effect. You melted into his body for the umpteenth time and could feel yourself drifting off to sleep. And in this fucked-out, half-asleep state you heard Jongho whisper all of the praises he couldn’t bring himself to say during sex. A cacophony of “you did so good,” “you’re so pretty,” “fucking perfect.” And somewhere right before drifting off you felt the softest of kisses to your temple and a final, “Goodnight angel.”

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A Flight of Insecurities

Request: Bradley Bradshaw with a girl whose call sign is Thunder and she is sorta self destructive because she likes to have people by her side but is terrified of hurting them due to insecurities. She's an excellent pilot, but out of the f-18 she is just a mess of insecurities, sadness, and yearning. Bradley always tries to get close to her but eventually gets tired of her pushing him away when he gets too close and snaps her back to reality in a fight. He just screams "you're just the scared little girl you used to be!" And she is dumbfounded then breaks down crying because it's true. Heavy angst then fluff at the end. (Pls no mentions of kids)

This is inspired by Lana Del Rey's song Thunder which is about loving someone but not being able to get too close without getting hurt.

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Callsign: Thunder

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of cancer

Master List

You, Y/N 'Thunder' Y/L/N, are an excellent pilot and own the skies but on the ground.... not so much. You loved having people around and having friends but have been burned so many times she pushes them away even when it comes to romantic relationships. Down on the ground, you're friends with everyone but keeps to yourself there are only a select few people that she is close with.

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw was falling in love with her since they met at Top Gun. You were falling in love with Bradley but since you had been hurt in the past you keep pushing him away. Besides, why would a guy like him like a woman like you? Even though you're an absolutely stunning person and have all the guys falling for you. Everyone can see how beautiful you are.

At work, you interact when you need to and hang out with people but it was forced. You wanted to freely hang out with people but your insecurities got the best of you and stopped you from doing it. You came rolling in like thunder but quickly fizzled out when things and situations were getting tough and the insecurities came rolling in. But get you in the air and it's another story.

In the air, it felt like you had the entire sky to yourself. Didn't need to hang out with anyone or talk to anyone besides when you needed to. You fly a single F-18 so that made it even better, no one to talk to and no one to protect so if something happens you wouldn't feel guilty. When you were flying everything was perfect and nothing bad could go wrong, though you did know that a possible accident could happen. In fact that is where you were right now up in the sky doing some routine flying and getting ready for a next possible mission that could pop up at anytime.

"So Thunder what are you doing after this?" Rooster asked you as he flew to the right beside you. You chuckled and shook your head.

"I don't know yet Rooster." You told him.

"You should stop by The Hard Deck and have some drinks and let me buy you one." He told you and you thought about it and it did sound good and you would be with him.

"I just might have to take you up on that offer." You replied and smirked continuing to fly beside him until Maverick came on the comms.

"Ok guys enough talking. Fight is on." Maverick said but you couldn't see him.

"You see him Thunder?" Rooster asked and you just shook your head.

"Negative." You told him, usually you would be flying with a double seat F-18 but Maverick wanted to switch it up. Just as you were getting ready to say something else he came up on your radar.

"Rooster he's on my three o'clock." You told him.

"I see him Thunder." He replied and you both worked together with Bradley baiting him and you taking him down.

"Good job guys. Head to base and land you're both done for the day." Maverick said and flew off.

Once at base you landed and did your checks and then headed to the locker room to change and get ready to go to The Hard Deck.

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You arrived at The Hard Deck and parked next to Bradley's Bronco. You smiled you really do like him and he really likes you, he's the only one that you've opened up to and told all of your secrets. The flirting and the back and forth had been going on for months but each time you pulled away and pushed him away. You got out and started into the building.

As you walked into The Hard Deck you spotted the squad you were starting to walk over when you stopped and your face fell. There was Bradley with a youngish blonde girl who was flirting with him and it looked like he was flirting back, she was touching him and it didn't look like he was going to stop her. He really didn't want to buy you drinks, did he? He wasn't flirting with you, was he? He didn't want to be with you, did he? Instead of staying there getting your heart broken further you left. You got in your car and drove off.

You arrived home and shut the door locked it and turned off the lights all lights except the TV. You grabbed some leftover takeout, heated it up, went and sat down on the couch put on some cringy movie, and just thought about everything that went wrong.

You didn't know that Bradley looked up each time the bell rang or that he noticed you and saw your face fall. You didn't know he had ditched the girl that came up to him and walked out following you and saw your car leave and that it was parked next to his. We walked back in and sat with the rest, his mood soured. When he walked in he was glad to see the blonde gone.

"Damn what happened to you?" Natasha said to Bradley when she saw his face.

"Thunder was here but she left." Bradley said.

"Do you know why?" She asked Bradley.

"She probably saw me with that girl that made a move on me. I was trying to be polite and turn her down. I love her Nat." Bradley said mood souring more. Natasha sighed she saw it and it looked like he wasn't doing anything to stop it.

"If you love her go and get her." Natasha said but Bradley shook his head.

"She probably doesn't want anything to do with me." He replied.

"You never know until you try." She said and he nodded. So that's what he planned on doing. He walked over to the bar and closed out his tab. He walked to the Bronco and started to short drive to your house but when he got there the lights were off and he figured you were already in bed. He didn't want to disturb you so he left with his mood even more soured.

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The next day at work you arrived a little later than usual but before the brief of the day. Everyone looked at you when you walked in and you tried to hide. Why were they looking at you? Was there something on your face? Did your flight suit not fit? Was there a stain on there? Were they talking about you and how bad of a teammate you were? A thousand thoughts ran through your head but they were cut off when Maverick began to speak all eyes turned on him and away from you except one pair, Bradley's. When you were walking out to your jet Bradley stopped you.

"Bradley." You said as he grabbed your hand. He didn't say anything "What's wrong?" You asked him.

"Why did you leave last night?" Getting straight to the point. You frowned and turned your face away.

"I walked in and saw you with that young blonde and you looked like you were having a good time. She had her hands on you and you weren't pushing her away and I thought you wanted her since she was prettier than me. She had everything that I didn't and she wasn't one of the guys. So, I left and went home turned out my lights and ate takeout watching TV. " You confessed to him and tears were falling.

"Y/N I didn't want her. I want you. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen." He told you but you didn't believe him.

"Stop lying. You don't want me. You can have any other girl. I'm not worth it." You told him honestly and he let go of your hand and stood up running his fingers through his hair.

"You need to stop running away and pushing people out of your life! Can't you see that I want you and love you? Can't you see how devastated I was when you canceled our dates? I wouldn't be flirting with you or asking you on dates if I didn't love you! You need to get over it and start letting people in! You're just the scared little girl you used to be!" He shouted but not loud enough for people to hear far away. He was right you were scared of letting people in afraid of getting hurt like you did in the past. You stood there tears rolling down your face. You stood in shock not believing he would use your past against you, something he said he would never do.

"I have to go." You said and walked away. You knew he was right and it just took him yelling at you to realize it. You didn't know how you were going to respond so you walked away, a normal response.

"Y/N!" Bradley shouted realizing what he said face dropping but you were already at your jet. You usually went with Bradley but you were up with Natasha and Bob. You started preflight checks when Natasha came up to you.

"We missed you last night." She said and you turned towards her.

"I didn't feel well." You told her which wasn't a complete lie.

"Bradley wasn't flirting with that girl you know." You looked at her. "He knew you showed and Penny told us and asked what was wrong with you." You sighed.

"It didn't look that way to me." You told her. "He doesn't want someone like me, Nat. He made that clear when he didn't stop that girl." You continued. "I'm not as beautiful as that girl was. She was drop-dead gorgeous and here I am looking like a guy and not a female." You finished.

"Stop just stop." Nat said. "You're beautiful Thunder. More beautiful than that girl that was just looking for a hookup." She finished and patted you on the back and started to walk to her jet when Bob yelled her name.

You all finished your prechecks and soon were taking off from the runway into the sky. Everything was going smoothly until it wasn't but you weren't on your 'A' game. You were in a practice dogfight with Maverick, Bob, and Natasha. Maverick got behind you ready to take you down. You weren't paying attention and that is how he got behind you, your mind to focused on what Bradley said. You only came back to reality when Natasha's voice came through.

"Thunder he's on your tail. Break right." Phoenix said and you jerked at hearing her voice in your ear, you tried to but when you jerked the control to the right nothing happened. You tried it again and nothing so you raised alarm to Maverick.

"Maverick I can't turn right." You told him silently panicking and it was showing.

"I can see that, Thunder. Try breaking left." He said and you tried but nothing.

"Negative." You said and then your right engine went out. "Maverick right engine is out." Then you heard a pop and your left engine went out. "Left engine is out." You said.

"Thunder, you're going to have to eject." Maverick said and you tried but then you hit turbulence which knocked your jet into a flat spin. Maverick had to pull up in order for your jet not to hit his. "Eject Thunder." He said but all he got back was static meaning that your comms were out. "Damn it." He said under his breath.

Meanwhile you were trying to get it under control and you couldn't. So you struggled to get to the ejection handle under your seat and pulled it. It clicked meaning it was jammed. Normally confident in the air now silently freaking out. You were still flat spinning and getting closer to the ground. The system warning you. Finally one last ditch effort you pulled it again and it worked you but too far from the ground. Your parachute opened but again you weren't far enough from the ground so you landed hard body crumbling under you and head hitting the ground knocking you out.

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Bradley was a nervous wreck. He had to listen to the accident. He had to listen to the love of his life silently panicking. He shouldn't have yelled at you but he needed to get it out and he confessed that you loved him.

"Maverick did you see a parachute?" Bob asked.

"Negative. Let's get back to base and let Search and Rescue look for her." Maverick said. He wanted to stay and look but knew you might need medical attention and he knew that Search and Rescue would need the air space.

"Copy that, Maverick." Phoenix said.

They all landed and met the others in the rec room. They were silent and hoping everything was ok. Cyclone walked in after 30 minutes. "They found her and the jet. She's unconscious and headed to the hospital. The jet was intact and bringing brought in to be inspected." Cyclone said and everyone sighed in relief "I'm calling it for the day. You can go and see her." He said and everyone nodded. Not bothering to change everyone silently agreed to go to the hospital.

"Bradley." Maverick said as he was walking away, Bradley stopped as the others walked on. "You love her don't you?" He asked and Bradley nodded "I can tell. You have that same look that Goose got when he looked at Carole." He paused and walked to him "She's going to be fine. When she wakes up tell her." He finished.

"I will Mav." Bradley said and and patted Maverick on the shoulder and walked out headed to the hospital.

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Bradley arrived at the hospital and the others were already there waiting. He went to the group and sat down and turned to the closet person, Jake. "Have they said anything?" He asked him.

"They just said that she hit her head and will be unconscious for a few. They'll let us know if something new pops up." Jake told him and he was satisfied with that answer. Maverick, Cyclone, and Warlock walked in and went to the front desk and they told them exactly what they told the group.

They walked over to the group and Warlock began talking. "Her jet was recovered and there was a problem with her electronics. Nothing she could've seen. She'll be getting a new jet while her old one is being worked on and investigated." He said and everyone nodded not daring to say a word and they didn't have to because a nurse cam in.

"Lt. Y/N Y/L/N." She said and Cyclone walked to her.

"I'm her superior. How is she?" He asked the nurse. The nurse smiled.

"She's ok. Just a bump to the head and sprained ankle from how she landed on it. She's awake and asking for a Bradley." She said and Bradley perked up and walked to her.

"That's me." Bradley said and she nodded.

"If you would follow me." She said and turned to start walking to your room. Once they arrived she turned to him.

"She's still waking up and if you need me call me." The nurse said and he nodded. Bradley hated hospitals, has ever since his mom was in one for the last couple of months while cancer slowly started to wear her down. He walked into your room and he pulled the plastic blue chair to your side and sat down and held your hand, which woke you up. You looked over and smiled. You started to sit up and he helped you.

"Bradley." You said breathlessly still groggy from the pain meds and sleep. you need to get this out. So you continued before he could say anything. "You're right. I'm sorry. I've just been burned in the past by family, friends, past relationships, and squadrons. I'm sorry for canceling dates, I wanted to go but then thoughts came to me and they were saying that you were only doing it out of pity so I lied. You have plenty of beautiful girls falling at your feet and you can could've them instead of me. Please forgive me." You sobbed out and Bradley's face softened and he put a hand on your face.

"Of course, baby. I forgive you. Just don't shut me or anyone out again. You're way more beautiful than those girls, it is you I want nobody else. I was so scared I was going to lose you when your jet went down." He said as you leaned into his touch.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what went wrong. Everything seemed normal on prechecks." You told him.

"Warlock said it was something electrical nothing you could've seen or prevented. Your jet was intact when it crashed and they did an investigation on it and still doing one. You're getting a new one." He told you.

"You said you loved me?" You asked his words just now hitting you, well on particular line. He laughed and smiled.

"Yes, I said that and its true. I've been in love with you since we first got called back to Top Gun and since we've been an official squad. You're my girlfriend that owns the skies." Bradley said and again you looked confused.

"Girlfriend? Bradley I'm not your girlfriend." You said and he laughed.

"Well this is my officially asking. Y/N 'Thunder' Y/L/N will you be my girlfriend?" He asked his hand that was on your face coming to your hand.

"Of course Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, I will be your girlfriend as long as you will be my boyfriends." You replied with a chuckle.

"Absolutely baby." He said a kissed you and you pulled back even though you didn't want to.

"Bradley?" You asked his face close to yours still.

"Yes?" He answered breathlessly from the kiss.

"I love you too." You said and the reply you got was another breath taking, bruising kiss.

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After your confession and relationship status confirmed you got a lot better at opening up and hanging out with friends. You were letting more people in and learning to let the terrified little girl go. All this was happening with Bradley by your side. Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw made you whole again.

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