Bonjour ♥ My name is Kay and I write fanfiction for numerous fandoms. Everything is currently open (request, ships, taglist) so feel free to message me. Have a lovely day!
idk if you write them but if you do could you do a prompt imagine for William Magnusson and Chris Schistad x Reader, with Prompt #21 - “I love you” Prompt #14 - “He doesn’t treat you right, so let me.” Prompt #8 “Stop crying about him. He isn’t worth your tears” Prompt #9 - “I can’t do anything right” (1/2)
(2/2) William and the Reader have been together for a couple of months. But he's been acting weird, and the reader get's upset after they get into a fight. Chris comforts her and lies that William likes someone else and then kisses her. William walks in and Chris and him fight then William and the reader leave. He reveals he's been acting weird because he wants to tell her he loves her and was just freaked out. Idk after that...
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I watched like season one and two of Skam. I read the rest of the series on the wiki page from like my favorite characters (Noora, Sana, William) so I kind’ve known everything that happened. Anyway, I’ll go ahead and write this! Guess I can add Skam to my masterlist.
He brought the entire gang over one day and all of them were a little surprised to see how motherly you were
Asking about their days, what they want for dinner, helping them with their homework (if they decided to do it), just being very kind to them
He didn’t really bond with you until he got trapped in your house during a thunderstorm
He woke up early in the morning to see you doing laundry in your robe
You apologized for waking him u and started talking to him
Eventually, you decided to make him some breakfast and let Henry choose
His stepmother never let him do that
Then again, his stepmother never made breakfast, especially from scratch
You made him some blueberry waffles and talked to him while you did it
About his family, if he liked school, his friends, if he liked any girls
Henry felt nurtured by you and that confused him a little
His mom bailed when he was little and his stepmom mostly just ordered him around and couch parented
But you actually seemed like you cared about what was happening with him, and he wasn’t even your son
He started visiting more and more
Obviously, he would come over with the group sometimes, but a lot of the times he just came over for dinner
It actually happens so much it got on your son's nerves
Even more so when you started treating him like he was your own
You’d let him participate in a family game night or movie night, make his favorite meals for him, do his laundry, help him with his laundry, and sit on the couch just talking to him
Henry felt very close to you
When you met Butch he was scared
He didn’t want to be banned from your house
Or even worse;
Butch put the moves on you
Your a single mom so Henry couldn’t think on why he wouldn’t
You were sweet, smart (not that he cared), could cook, didn’t mind cleaning, and from what he could tell you were pretty go-with-the-flow/ignore-the-problem
But Butch just kind’ve joked around that you should adopt Henry
Which Henry would love btw
And then he just moves on
If you found out about Butch hitting him
You’d try to be subtle about it
You’d noticed the bruises on his body before and assumed he was getting in fights at school
Then, after they got caught terrorizing some shop keeper
You’d see how angry his dad was and how scared Henry was
And you just knew
So the next time you see him you try to give him a hug and compliment him
Tell him if he ever wants to get away from home he always has a place here
On some levels, he’d just think you were being your normal self
But he knew that you knew
And he knew what you meant
If you ever found out about his bullying
You’d be so disappointed in him
And Henry would hate that
The moment he sees your face fall when you find him and your son picking on some little kid, he’d just be so upset
The car ride to your house would be silent
Your son just immediately bails
He knows he isn’t in trouble
Your not gonna punish him
But Henry stays with you and just looks at the ground
When you finally speak he can’t believe how calm you are
He’s so used to people just yelling and hitting him
“I’m disappointed in you, Henry.”
His already broken heart would break more
“I’m sorry,” his voice would break
You’d frown and give him a hug
Henry would be s h o c k e d as hell
He’d hug you back though and let you stroke his mullet
“Please don’t do that again, Henry,” you’d say softly
He’d just nod and enjoy the affection and the calmness
You’d pull away and tell him you're not gonna tell his father but you're still upset with him
Summary: Your husband Sam had been so stressed ever since the disappearance of his brother (who was also possessed by Michael) so you decide to help him relax.
Sqaure Filled: Dom! Sam
Pairing: Dom! Sam Winchester x Reader
Warning(s): Smut, Penetration, Dirty Talk, Teasing, and Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), Genital Slapping
Word Count: 1,060
Notes: This isn’t my best work, but it’s smut. Started out as a drabble but turned into an actual one-shot. Apart of @samwinchesterbingo.
“Relax, baby,” you coo at him, grinding your clothed heat against his clothed manhood. His large hands are on your waist pulling you down onto him and he looked up at you with dark eyes. His chest heaving as he tries to keep himself calm. You knew it wouldn’t be long until he threw you underneath him, dominating you and splitting you on his cock. Sam had never been good with submitting in bed. He loved to be in control, in control of anything, for someone to not look at him as if he wasn’t as powerful as Dean. You had always been that person.
But as your large husband stared up at you, his cock as hard as ever, you wondered if him being in control of everything was changing that. You reached beneath you sliding your panties to the side and pulling his thick cock out of his briefs. You slid him inside of you with no warning and let yourself sink down on all nine inches of his length. The stretch burned but you threw your head back in moaned, it had been too long since you last felt it.
Sam groaned too. His eyes trail to your heat and he watches his thick cock disappear into your needy cunt. Your tight walls clenching around him taking him so good, better than any girl ever had, and he finally felt like the stress of Dean being missing wasn’t weighing him down. You raise yourself up before falling back down taking him nice and deep. Just how he liked it. You couldn’t help but let one of your hands go off of his chest and pull at your nipple. Playing with yourself as you slowly pleased him making him growl underneath him “Stop fucking teasing,” he demanded as he grabs your hips and forces you down on him again.
You looked at him through your eyelashes and grinned “Make me.”
Sam snarled as he threw you off him and climbed on top you. He grabbed your leg, threw it over his shoulder, and thrust into you not giving you any time to adjust. You threw your head back in pleasure as he immediately rocked inside of you hard and fast. His hip crashed against yours as he held himself with one hand as he flew his other into your hair and grabbed at it. Burning your scalp as he forced it back exposing your neck to him. Sam’s reddened lips place sloppy kisses at your neck, biting and sucking until you can practically feel the purple forming. He trails his kisses up and stops at your ear “You’re such a fucking slut,” he whispers “Teasing me all day. You wanted me to fuck you like this, didn’t you? Huh, bitch?”
You moan at his words “Yes!” you mewl out. You try to bring your hair into his soft hair but he grabs them forcing them back above your head.
“Keep them there.”
You nod desperately as he pounds into you harder, burying his head into your neck and mumbling out a series of fucks. He brings his lips to yours and connects them in a heated kiss. His tongue plunges into your mouth swirling around yours and claiming it as his. You try to crane your neck to kiss him back with just as much heat but your teeth clash together making Sam growl and let you go. He rests his forehead against yours as he grabs your other leg and lurches it over his shoulder. His green-hazel eyes stare into yours as he breathes in your air. Your head feels dizzy as you break his rule and bring your hands to his face before whispering “Make me cum, baby.”
Sam leans back stretching your legs out further so he can watch his cock slide in and out of your wet cunt. Your hands fall this his chest and dig in as you feel his cock hit your cervix and your mouth gapes open. Your hips spasm when he lets go of one of your legs and smacks his hand down onto your cunt. Two of his fingers rub at your clit as he grinds into you.
“You’re fucking soaking,” he rasps “Probably leaving a spot on the bed like the slut I know you are.”
His hips jolt and his cock hit your g-spot making you shudder and your voice fails. Your fingers scratch at his chest “Fuck! Sam! Please!” you whine.
He licks his dry lips and grins “Cum for me, baby,” he teases “Come on, baby.”
He continues to thrust into you as you moan and whither beneath him. You feel waves of pleasure and electricity as his fingers rub at your clit faster than before. You try to push his hand away but he just keeps going until you spasm and start clawing at the bedsheet. He lets your other leg fall as you clench your eyes shut. He grabs the back of your neck pulling you up to look at him “Look at me,” he says “Look at me while you cum.”
You open your eyes and look into his as you feel the knot collapse inside of you. Clenching around him you throw your head back and moan. You feel Sam kiss your neck as he continues to thrust up into you, getting sloppier and sloppier. After you coming your let your hazy and dizzy head rest on his chest as Sam gives his finishing thrust before letting himself finish inside of you. You can his warmth spread inside of you as he gently lays you on the bed before taking himself out of you. He falls beside you and looks over at you “Are you okay?” he asks in his usual gentle voice.
You smile at him “I’m fine,” you bring a hand up to brush some of his hair out of his face “Are you?”
He nods and pulls you close “I am now,” he whispers kissing your head. You nod and let yourself rest as you both stay in comfortable silence.
“We should change the sheets,” you joke.
Sam lets out a chuckle “Let’s just...” he trails off “Let’s just stay like this.”
You nod and nuzzle his chest. Sam needed you right now. He needed to relax, and you were more than happy to help.
Paragraph kink requested by anon: crime boss!duncan & interrogation kink with agent!reader
A/N: Yeah, a “paragraph.” I got carried away and ended up with 2.9k words instead. Oops.
Note: Title from Nirvana’s Rape Me.
Warnings: Crime Boss! Duncan (with appearance by loyal bodyguard Michael), violence, allusions to violence, abuse, choking, blood, mentions of smut, explicit language, gun play, gun fucking, hate/love dynamic.
Word count: 2.9k
(REPOST SINCE MY OLD BLOG WAS DELETED)
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The ropes that tie her hands to the chair are long past the point of burning, the skin around them red and raw and bleeding. There’s a tension in her neck and shoulders she can’t release, one that aches and tingles, shooting down the length of her arms. She’s lost track of how long he’s kept her here (she won’t even mention the bindings around her ankles; how she lost circulation in her foot about 20 minutes ago, how it’s nothing but pins and needles now); has it been minutes or hours or days?
She picks up on the sound of footsteps; one pair this time, which could either be an improvement or a death sentence—Christ, she hopes it’s not Langdon back again. But as they move closer, she picks up on the familiar click of boot heels. Duncan. That sound used to send warmth spreading through her belly, used to make her blood heat beneath her skin; now it just fills her with dread, and makes her feel cold.
plot/ask: “Hey! If you’re interested on it, would you like to write a fic about vampire!Michael where he meets fem!reader on a night club and just lots of smut (lots of bites with blood pls) happens?
You meet Michael at a club while he’s on the hunt and he takes you home for more than just a frisky night.
warnings: blood, cody fern’s talon ring (you know the one), knife play, Vampire!Michael
word count: 1.5k
a/n: i guess now I’m on my way to write some traveling salemans smut
Winter is Michael’s favorite time of the year to hunt. The selection of blood is much richer and thicker this time of year, fueled by the human desire to be healthier and fitter for the upcoming summer months. They taste all the riper. There are better places to hunt but the darkness of the club atmosphere is a welcoming mask. Every person here is in search of something and it is only their bad luck if Michael is the one who finds them first.
Michael spots you on the far end of the bar, bathed in blue neon light and nursing a tonic. You pique his interest as soon as he catches a whiff of your scent. There is something strange about you. Michael orders a drink and walks over to you, taking a moment to admire your short velveteen dress and its thigh-high slit, a place he can already imagine sinking his teeth into. Michael is well aware of his effect on men and women alike, he instantly picks up on your quickening pulse and the light flush that blooms from between your breasts and up your neck.
As this has been requested and to make it easier to find my headcanons and fics, here are them listed and linked! I’ll try my best to keep this up to date!
Losing your virginity to current Michael, includes :
He senses your purity, the way your blood smells clean, body so reactive to just his mere presence. You don’t know what you’re missing, yet you desire more than just a fuck.
He loves teasing you, getting you ready for the main event. You get so soaked that he almost cannot believe you’re real.
Fingering you for the first time gets him harder than he’s ever been. Watching you spread your legs, pushing you open for the first time. You’re swollen and glistening. You tremble beneath him and this is fear he relishes in, not to humiliate you, but to treasure.
The first time he tastes you is one you’ll never forget. His ringed hands are holding your breasts, fingers stroking your nipples, head buried between your thighs, tongue wet and hot, plump lips sucking, long hair spread out over you, a curtain.
He has to assure you it’s okay. You’re emotional, needy, clingy. He has to be careful with you. Giving this to him is sacred, cheesy as that sounds. He wants to make sure you’re never going to forget.
Foreplay is extended, your body kissed and stroked by him, no inch untouched. You’re so wet and worked up that he might not stay inside you.
Settles next to you the first time he explores and tastes your body, watching your reaction.
Doesn’t expect you to jerk or suck him, this is about you.
You shake as his body is revealed to you, touching slowly, breaths coming out uneven when he hovers over you.
Wherever you both fall into it, he starts slow. It hurts. You have to squeeze his shoulders, legs dropped open, nose mashed against his, trying to breathe. He swipes your tears away.
He has to reign himself in. You’re tight, warm, made for him.
You look down to watch him push into you, both of you then connecting eye contact.
After it happens you brush his long hair off his forehead. He nuzzles into your breast.
It’s enchanting to you, watching his deep blue eyes focus, lips swollen, body flexing and hot with perspiration, hips and ass thrusting, skin sliding on skin. He’s beautiful, this is really happening with him.
You’re both overwhelmed. He holds you close, even though he’s sworn he’s not getting caught up in this type of intimacy, not past carnal pleasures.
You encourage him to go harder, welcoming the closeness, the pain.
“How’d you get here this fast?” Caroline asked turning around. Now she faced the blond-haired hybrid that she once loathed.
He smiled at her “I received your graduation announcement,” he explains “It was quite subtle. I assume you're expecting cash?”
“That, or a mini fridge,” Caroline laughed.
Klaus looked over and up to his right, “I considered offering a first class ticket to New Orleans with me. I knew what your answer would be, so I opted for something I knew you’d accept. Tyler is now free to return to Mystic Falls.”
Carolines’ mouth gaped “What?” she breathed out. Klaus let him out?”
“He’s your first love, I intend to be your last.”
He already was.
Klaus turned around “C’mon love, let us go before us hybrids pick a fight,” he joked walking away. Caroline stayed back though. He noticed and turned to face her again “What is it, love?” he asked. He could hear her beautiful heart pounding.
Caroline took a breath before she blurted “Is that ticket still an option?” she asked. Klaus' eyes widen as he looked at her breathless. She took a confident step forward “I’ve always wanted to do something more. I thought college would be it but... I have all the time for college, now, don’t I? New Orleans could change in hours. So, is it still an option?”
Klaus gave her a small smile “Of course, love, of course,” he still couldn’t believe it “Always for you.”
I love Klaroline and got this idea when I was rewatching the show. It’s just a small little drabble (and the first Klaroline thing I’ve written) so it’s probably not too good. I hope you liked it though!
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❝cabin in the woods❞ ⅱ serial killer! Jonathan Wolff
Title: Cabin In The Woods (part two)
Summary: You wake up hearing Angela scream. When you go to see what's wrong, your worst nightmare strikes. Your friends are dead and all that's left is you, Angela, and Jonathan. You all run to find safety but it seems like the killer is following. That's because the killer is right upon you, leading you to his little cabin in the woods, to keep you for himself forever.
Pairing: serial killer! Jonathan Wolff x Reader
Warning(s): Smut, Dub-Con, Oral (male & female receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Squirting, Penetration, Kidnap, Murder, Details of Murder, Blood, and Gore
Word Count: 4k, 10.5 pages
Parts: 1, 2
Notes: This is a dark fic so beware.
Jonathan stalks forward keeping his eyes on Meagan. She stood by the fire pulling down her t-shirt as she called out for her boyfriend. If only she knew. He wipes his hands on his hoodie before stepping into the light "Meagan!" he calls "Zach's over by the lake," he tells her.
Meagan turns around and sighs "Thanks, asshole promised he'd be right back."
Jonathan nods as she walks off. His eyes drift over to Y/N tent.
Don't worry love, he thinks, soon enough it'll just be us.
He buried his hands into his pockets calmly walking toward the way Meagan went. He met her quickly seeing her search around for Zach calling out his name every so often. Slowly he came up behind her a tree branch breaking under his foot. He launched back into the darkness. Meagan turned around with her flashlight and shined it toward his way "Who's there?" she asks. Jonathan rolls his eyes, did she expect him to answer? She shines the light in a couple more directions before back where he is. Jonathan comes out from behind his tree his silhouette shown in the darkness. Meagan lets out a scream and drops her flashlight running in the opposite direction. Jonathan runs after her leaves crunching underneath his feet as he does.
Meagan tripped falling down fast. She catches herself and looks to see what shes fell on.
It's Zach bloody body.
She screams loudly as Jonathan grabs her ponytail and lunges the knife into her back. "No!" she cries out but he plea falls on the deafened ear of Jonathan. As Jonathan plunged the knife into her back he relishes in the blood that coats his hand and soaks through her shirt. Jonathan doesn't notice that Cameron is creeping up behind him until it's too late.
Cameron tackles Jonathan and throws the knife out of his hand and into the lake. Camerons' body weight pushes Jonathan down as he squirms and kicks underneath him. Jonathan grabs Cameron's shoulders and kicks up hitting him in the groin. As Cameron groans in pain Jonathan gives a hard shove throwing him off of him. He quickly stands up and grabs him by his hair pulling him towards the lake as Cameron grips at his arm trying to force him off. Jonathan shoves Cameron head into the water holding it down. Cameron thrashes around as Jonathan forces his head to stay underneath the water. Finally, his body stills and Jonathan feels him become lighter. Jonathan lets him go and watches for a few seconds.
Cameron doesn't move and Jonathan smiles "One more," he whispers "Just on more."
You stir and hold the blanket closer to your body in an attempt to make yourself warm. There had been so much noise outside. Probably Meagan sneaking Zach into her tent than out, then sneaking Cameron into it. You finally close your eyes in peace when you hear leaves crunching outside of your tent and the sound of something dragging. You scrunch your nose up in annoyance and huff.
Angela whose tent lay beside yours hears it too. She cautiously grabs her flashlight before unzipping her tent and shining it outside. She gasps and drops the flashlight before letting out a screech. You shoot up at the sudden noise grabbing the zipper of your tent and pushing it down.
"Angela?! What wrong?" Your voice gets quiet as you see the bodies of Cameron, Meagan, and Zach lining the fire.
Your eyes widen as Angela grabs your trembling hand "We need to get out of here."
Together you both take off running not stalling until you both hear a twig snap. Your body holds and Angela almost falls from your stalling. Your stare into the darkness as Angela tugs on your wrist "Y/N!" she tries her best to yell but her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.
Slowly the branch moves back and exposing Jonathan who cautiously looks at both of you "Did you see the others?" he asked his voice laced with fear. You let out a sob as you nod, remembering the bodies of your friends. Bloody and gutted, as the story said.
You look up at them "Is it happening again? The murders.... like in the seventies?" you ask hugging yourself.
Angela ignores your question looking down before walking over and grabbing Jonathan hand "We need to get away from the campsite," she says "Somewhere near the road."
Jonathan looks over at your trembling form "I saw a cabin in the woods when I came out to help set up. It's not far from here," he says.
Angela nods and pulls Jonathan along with her as she grabs your face "I need you to calm down. We're gonna be fine."
You shake your head and wipe away the tears as they set off in the direction Jonathan points toward. You walk shyly behind them as Angela shines the flashlight around nervously. Jonathan looks over at her "You shouldn't be shining that. He could see us," he says.
"How do you know it's a he?" she asks accusingly.
Jonathan rolls his eyes "When isn't it?" he grits out before glancing back over to you. His motions his fingers for you to come closer "C'mere, Y/N, stay close."
You nod and walk to the spot in between them. Jonathan grabs one of your shaky hands and pulls you closer to him. His heat radiates off of him like a furnace in the cold air. As you all walk closer and closer you notice the cabin up ahead. Angela shines the flashlight showing that in front of it is a back road "How far is a town from here?" she asked looking at Jonathan.
He thinks for a minute "I'm not sure. It took us a good half an hour or so to get here driving. It's probably too far to walk, especially at night. The flashlight would die."
Angela glances over at him and for a moment you see confusion go over her face. Before she can reply Jonathan points ahead "There's probably a key somewhere. Worst case scenario we break a window," he says running ahead. Angela grabs your arm as you trail behind him.
"Don't you think it's weird he happened to know where the cabin was?" she asks "Or almost instantly knew how long it'd take for us to get back?"
You roll your eyes pulling away "Jonathan is a smart guy. Come on, we don't know if whoever did..." you trail off sniffling "That. Is still out there."
As you walk up you notice Jonathan checking rocks by the window. Angela hesitantly follows you eventually you both reach Jonathan. She shines the flashlight where he is "You're not gonna find a key. Someone would have to super stupid to put their key under a rock out here."
Jonathan looks back at you both with a grin, key in hand, "Guess we're lucky people are stupid."
His smile sent chills down your spine. The bright light shining on his face reflecting off of his white teeth and showing his eyes that held no emotion despite the grin on his face.
Ignoring the feeling you grabbed Angelas' hand and went up to the door following Jonathan inside. As soon as you entered he shut the door locking it behind him. Angela shines the light around the room "Is there a light switch somewhere?" she ask.
Jonathan lets his hand wander around the wall before he feels a switch. He presses the switch down and up and the lights don't even flicker "Must be off," he says "I'm gonna make sure that all the windows are locked," he tells us before walking off. You see a glimmer of his flashlight as he does.
I looked over at Angela "Do you wanna try and find some bedrooms? I don't any phones work out here," you ask. Angela nods shining her flashlight forward. You both walk around for a while seeing Jonathan locking some windows. You come down a dark hallway and push open the doors slowly. At the end of the hallway, you find two bedrooms. The house looks practically brand new, the beds all tightly tucked and the floor shining. You look at Angela who walks around the room carelessly "Do you wanna go get Jonathan?" you ask her.
She nods with a sigh "Yeah," she says "I'll get him."
She walks down the hallway leaving you in the dark room. As she walks around the dark house she shines her flashlight seeing Jonathan nowhere to be found. Finally, as she comes into the living room she notices him. Quietly sitting in the dark, on the couch, looking up at her. She walks towards him "So, how did you found... them?" her voice struggles at the last part.
Jonathan looks up at her "I heard some noises outside my tent. I went out and saw someone walking towards the lake, I went after them and saw someone chasing Meagan."
"You didn't try to help her?"
"Cameron already was," he replied dryly "Did you need something?"
Angela huffed "Yeah," she said "Y/N found some... what's on your jacket?"
Jonathan looked down and let his fingers grab at it. Red liquid coated his fingers and he looked up at her "What do you think it is?"
Angela gasped as she saw the color. Throwing the flashlight towards him and running towards the door "Y/N!" she yelled out "Get out of the house!" she called. Jonathan bounced off the couch dodging the flashlight and set after Angela. Angela look behind her, the door was so close, as she turned back she couldn't see through the darkness. Her foot caught on something and her body came tumbling down. Fighting her way to turn around she kicked her foot up to try and hit Jonathan who grabbed it and put it under his leg as she sat down. Reaching behind into his pocket he grabbed the silver knife that shined from the moonlight that pulled through the window. Then he lowered his hand and let the blade go into her stomach.
You hear the thumping and yells, hesitantly you go down the dark hallway. You can't see anything. As you glance into the living you see the light of Angela flashlight shining in the corner. There's no sign of her. Someone reaches out grabbing your arm and covers your mouth before you can scream "Y/N, relax, it's just me," Jonathan whispers looking behind him. He looks into your scared eyes "He's in the house. Go into the basement, the doors at the end of the hall. I'll fight him off just hide somewhere he won't find you."
With that, he pushes you to go down the hall. Turning around he heads off as you follow his order looking for the door. At the end of the hall, you can make out a rusty door and reach out for the knob. Slowly twisting it you can see stairs, you let go and put your arm out for a rail, grabbing onto it before shutting the door and heading down. It's too dark to see where you're placing your foot so you slowly descend down the stairs. You meet the ground and can feel the cold through your shoes. Your breathing is slow and you walk around. you can't hear anything, you try to make your eyes adjust to the dark but can't seem to find anything to focus on. It's all just faded away.
You can smell the dampness of the basement. Some old books, possibly. For a second you find calmness in the silence and let your chest fall down as your breathing goes back to normal. The peace is ruined when you hear the rusted door open and light pours into the room.
Light?
Without thinking your body tries to quietly run into one of the corners. Your shoulders hunch and you pull your knees up to your chest trying to be as small as possible. You can hear heavy footsteps walk down the stairs. Creaking as whoever it comes down.
One step, two, three... they stop for a moment. Your breath catches before you hear his foot collide with the solid ground. They walk around for a bit. Tears fall down your cheeks and you try to stay quiet. They're quiet too, and before you know it you feel your scalp burn as they grab your hair and hit your face against the concrete wall. You try to pull them away but your strength fades along with your vision. Letting you greet a familiar friend.
Darkness.
You wake up in the same place. A different spot but still in the basement. As you pull your limbs in a plot to get up, you can feel the ropes tightening around you. Your legs are tied up too, they're forced up. Open and spread. Your arms are held above your head and as you glance around it's still dark. Until you hear a click and light fills the room. You shiver from the cold air that is against your body. Your naked and you cry silently knowing what to expect. Before you see someone you never expected.
Jonathan.
He's dressed differently know. In a dark hoodie and jeans. His messy brown hair is stuck to his head. He's looking at you differently now, cold and piercing. You let out a sob "Jonathan?" you ask crying.
He hushes you and walks forward. Reaching out he smooths some of your hair "Relax," he says calmly "It's all okay, angel. I'm here."
You sob more as he tilts his head almost confused "What did you do?" you ask "What did you do to them?"
His lips twitch up before he lets them fall again "They were going to take you away from me. Now they can't... no one can."
You cry more trying to move your head away from his hand. He crouches down grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him before he moves towards you pressing his cold lips against yours. You whimper and try to squirm away. He lets you go with an angry expression on his face. His hand collides with your face and your cheek stings from the force "Now, now angel, I let you live. You should be grateful," he grinds out "You're gonna be grateful."
He moves back and starts messing with his belt. Shoving his pants down he takes out his cock from his boxers.
"No! God, please no!" you cry out.
"Shut up!" he retorts coming towards you and grabbing your hair with his other hand. He forces your face right in front of his cock and pumps it back and forth. It gets hard and he shoves it in your mouth. His other hand goes into your hair as he lets out a groan. His hips slowly move his cock in and out of your mouth as you cry and sob around it. He laughs "Keep doing that... the vibration feels nice," he taunts.
He starts to thrust with my power as his fingers pull at your hair burning your scalp. As he thrust in and out his breathing gets faster and he presses his cock all the way down your throat. You choke around him and your nose brush against his pubic hair. He holds still for a moment and you look up at him with tearful eyes. His mouth is hanging open with his eyes closed and then he slowly exits your mouth.
"Wanna fuck you before I cum."
He gets down on his knees ignoring your cries and his fingers brush against your womanhood. He hums and looks up to you "Not wet, huh? It's okay we can fix that," he bends down and grabs your hips pushing your body ups and holds you in the air. You can feel his hot breath against your womanhood.
"Please stop," you cry "Please."
His tongue feels hard as it goes up your slit wetting your dry pussy. It rubs circles around your clit before his lips connect to it and he sucks. You can't stop the quiet moan that comes out of your mouth. He lets go and licks at your pussy. It reminds you of the French kiss you two shared before hell broke loose. His tongue swirling around your clit, and passionately licking at your heat. You bite your lip as tears fall from your eyes. You couldn't like this, not with the guy who did such horrid things, you just couldn't. Even if it did feel so good.
He lets one hand slide to the middle of your hip and lets the other go away. Quickly putting his finger against your clit and rubbing it in motion. Gently licking and doting on you. Your chest heaves as your breathing accelerates. You can feel a knot forming in your stomach as you try to fight against your arousal. Why did you like this? You squirm as you pussy clenches around nothing as the knot gets tighter and tighter before you cry out loudly. You can feel your arousal dripping down onto your ass as your body spasms against Jonathan, who is still licking and rubbing at you. You finally stop cumming and his pulls away grinning at you. You can see his chin shine from your cum and you cry harder ashamed.
He lets your body down for a second before thrusting two fingers inside of you. You cry out at the feeling and squirm but he quickly uses his other hand to hold you into place. His fingers pump in and out of you at a fast pace slamming against your g-spot every time. You mewl as he forces you to take whatever he gives you and he stares at you with a large smile on his face "Cum, again," he demands "I'm not stopping until you do."
He works another finger inside of you not caring enough to let you adjust before he begins working them in and out of you again. He thrust them in before brushing them up against your g-spot. You moan loudly forgetting the situation you're in as your hips try to buck against his fingers pushing them further into you. "Mmm, my naughty little angel. I knew you'd come around. Beg for me, beg."
His fingers slow down and you whine at him "Please! Jonathan, please! Don't stop, please, don't stop!" you beg "Jonathan please keeping fucking me!"
He laughs before thrusting them hard into you again and speeding up. You close your eyes as all three of them hit your g-spot. It feels so good. It all feels so good. Before you know it, your cumming hard again. Harder than you ever have and you feel a burst of something come out of you. Your head tips down and you’re shocked to see fluid splattering out of you, all over his fingers. Jonathan groans loudly and pulls his fingers out, slapping and sliding his hand across your gushing cunt to really let you get it all out. This all must’ve looked like a scene straight from a porn video. Jonathan plays with you some more, his fingers tapping at your swollen clit as your body tries to jerk away from his hand but there’s nowhere to go.
"That's it you fucking whore, give it all to me!"
You breathe in and out as if your having a panic attack as you look up to Jonathan who crouches down and lets his tongue slide against your drenched cunt. Tasting everything you gave him as your overstimulated body twitches and tries to run away from him. He sits back up forcing his fingers into your mouth "Taste."
Your tongue slides against his fingers tasting your arousal. He pulls them out your salvia or arousal creating a trail to your mouth. He moves up and you see him grab his cock before tapping against your swollen clit "No! No! No more, please!" you beg him.
He shoves himself inside of you ignoring your pleas. His thrusts are slow and he even pulls out to smack his dick against your clit a few times before sliding right back in where he belongs. He starts fucking you fast before grabbing your legs and spreading them wider than they were before so he can get even deeper into you. His hips smack against your thighs as he goes balls deep into you. Your high-pitched moan and whines fill the basement as your head throws itself back and you swear you see stars. You cry out 'yes!" and 'no!' all at the same time because it's too much but you still want more. You beg him for more ignoring the fact that he was the reason you were tied up and alone.
He fucks into you rough and almost growls as your tight pussy clamps against him as you feel yourself cumming again. You think about how incredible it would be to cum around his thick cock "Oh! Jonathan! Yes!" you yell. Your entire body shakes as your as roll into your head and your toes curl. You stop breathing as your mouth gapes open and for a second you feel like your going to cry as you feel the blast of liquid between your legs again. He doesn't stop this time though. He keeps fucking you as you squirt and spasm underneath him. You arousal goes all over the floor and your pussy clamps tighter than he's ever felt before.
He keeps fucking you the entire time until you stop. He finally heaves as he thrust and you feel his hot cum fill your unprotected insides. He gives you a hard thrust spurting into, he keeps going until he's completely drained. He lets your body drop against the hard wet floor and he falls onto you. Sliding out of you as he buries his head into your neck. He lifts it up and slams his lips against you thrusting his tongue into your mouth. Swirling it around and claiming every part of you before he breaks the kiss, stands up, and leaves.
As the door slams, you let out a sob realizing the truth.
You were stuck here, forever.
Hi! This is part two for “Cabin In The Woods” part one is linked above. Credit to @ccodyfern for getting me on the Jonathan Wolff kick. We stan someone who can make an original character into a fan favorite ;) I hope you enjoyed!
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He says that she’s a very elegant, intelligent, and a very caring mother
He tells you stories about how she’d take him to the symphony and a few days before his birthday she’d spend all day with him
They’d go to the park, get ice-cream, and then at night, she’d read a story with him. After his father's death, she’d tell him stories about how they met and their love story
He’d just have this big smile on his face
However, it’s hard to ignore the stories about Everdeen Zabini
Seven [wealthy] husbands, all who died after marrying her
You hadn’t asked Blaise about it in case he’d get upset since he was so close to his mom, but with meeting her a couple days away you had to ask
“Blaise, love, can ask you a question?”
“Yes, mi Amor?”
“Is it true about your mother?”
He’d clear his throat “Some of it. She didn’t kill my father, the others, however, I can’t speak for. She says it was accidental and I’ve never really been around to know if it’s true,” he’d explain.
“She won’t hurt you, Y/N. I would never let anyone hurt you.”
And you believed him.
A few days later you leave and finally meet her.
She would greet you both at the door with a hug
Everdeen is actually a very warm person
And just like Blaise, she is just gorgeous. Tall like her son (5′8 at least), dark skin, bright green-blue eyes, full lips, and draped in a dazzling dress that probably cost 50,000 dollars.
She insists you call her Everdeen and not Mrs. Zabini
And immediately compliments you, part of the Zabini charm
“I swear, darling, Blaise said you were beautiful in his letters but I never imagined this! Just like me, always look for the best,” she winks.
She lets you and Blaise sleep in the same room. She’s a very open person and if Blaise and you want to have some “fun” she doesn’t mind
Just keep it quiet
Also, she has a bunch of workers
A team of cooks, a team of maids, gardeners, everything
So get used to getting pampered
She would reveal such embarrassing things about him, and get so much happiness from seeing him blush
She’d immediately invite you for a cup of tea and then start to gush about how much Blaise talks about you in his letters
“You know... I don’t think he’s stopped talking about you in his letters since his third year. It’s a shame we’ve never met before this.”
“Third years? That was three years ago,” you’d gape.
“Oh darling, let me fill you--”
“How about instead we get our things settled in our room, hmm, mi Amor?” Blaise would interrupt eyeing his mother
You know she’d bring out the baby pictures
Which he shouldn’t be embarrassed about because he was an adorable child
Fluffy curls and teeth way too big for his mouth, just adorable
But he’d still flush pink on his cheeks
If you’re a girly-girl, she would love you so much
Everdeen, despite her wonderful personality, doesn’t have a lot of friends more like acquaintances
So, when she found out that you were a girly-girl she’d freak out
She would come into yours and Blaise room and tell you about what she has planned
“I wanted to spend some time with you, without Blaise, so I booked us for a complete girls weekend,” she gushes
“Oh, Everdeen, you didn’t have to do that!”
“Please, darling, I do this every week - though I did request a private dinner for you and me at the Paisley Mantra.”
“That place is so exclusive... I don’t have any clothes for a place like that,” you’d warn
“So, we’ll go out for a shopping spree! I need to update my wardrobe anyway,” and with that, she wooshes out.
During your day out she doesn’t even take time to warn you about hurting her son
She can just feel the love between you and Blaise
And she can’t wait to plan the wedding...
I love writing Blaise so much and I got this idea and just had to write it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! Everything else is below.
Request are currently closed, ships are open, check out my Masterlist if you want to see more. I write for multiple fandoms (American Horror Story, The Vampire Diaries, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Strangers Things, and more!).
Hi, how could you send me some tumblr like yours? I'm new here so I do not know much, alias, I'm Brazilian so it's a little difficult. hehehsusjfu sorry if I'm bothering you, and make up for my bad english :( i like your tumblr! kiss
I’m fairly new to Tumblr too so I don’t know of a lot of multifandom blogs so I just listed them from fandoms.
AHS
@ccodyfern
@lvngdvns
@1-800-bitchcraft
@fictionalabyss
@ahswitchy
@obsessivenostalgicbaby
@bloomtate (a favorite of mine)
Deadly Class
@uchihas-kick-ass
@odd-blue
SPN
@fictionalabyss
@covered-byroses
@impala-dreamer
@welldonebeca
@focusonspn
Stranger Things
@letmeletmetrashyourlove
@casaharrington (another fav of mine, read Love Will Slide Into Your Backbone)
TVD
@golddaggers
@bonniebird
I could probably keep going with some of my other fandoms. If there is a specific one you want just message me privately!
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