#joan writes

[joandarxh]

Manchild - soap x reader - +18 - MDNI

“Oh fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me, johnny!”

You groaned into your pillow, letting out a deep sigh as you grabbed at your other pillow and brought it to your ears. The sound of the thumping and the creaking of the bed only seemed to grow louder as you tried to cover your ears to the sound of your next neighbour ‘blowing someone’s back out’ as your friends had put it. It had been hot the first time you had heard it. It was sexy the third time you heard it. But on the tenth night it had started to get old. It seemed to be a new voice every night but always with the same wails of pleasure the creaking of whatever cheap mattress he had in his room.

You had not gotten a good nights sleep ever since you had moved into your new apartment. It had struck you as, perhaps, odd that such a great building had a string of people breaking their leases, or that it had been empty for so long but you had chalked it up to a bad economy and that more and more people were choosing to live far away from the city or to move back home. But you liked the city and it was so close to work and it had such a great facilites-

“Yeah, take it, sweetheart,” Johnny’s moans broke you out of your train of thought in an instant. And the other woman’s moans grew it a sharp shrill of delight.

This fucking bastard.

You pounded your fist against your shared wall, teeth grit before you even realised what had come over you. But enough was enough. What kind of man needs to have this much sex, and so loudly? You had work in the morning and it didn’t matter if he was some kind of sex god that made women loose their minds, he was not going to make you sleep through another alarm and make you late again. Enough was enough!

The creaking of the mattress and moaning stopped in an instant. You smiled. Finally.

The sound of shuffling sounded across the other side of the wall, and the creaking of a mattress once again. You moved back down onto your back, wrapping your covers around yourself once again and letting out a yawn as she started to close your eyes once again.

“YES, YES, FUCK ME, JOHNNY. I’VE BEEN SUCH A NAUGHTY GIRL”

The creaking of the mattress had grown louder, and the sound of banging seemed to have even grown louder. Your cheeks went red, and you leaned forward, pressing your ear against the wall. The thumping of something hitting the wall made your blood run hot as you pulled away from the wall. Throwing one leg out of bed and into your bunny slippers and then throwing on your robe.

Oh this fucking bastard.

You stormed out of your apartment, arms crossed over your chest as you speed walked towards your neighbour. You were going to rip him a new asshole. He did not know who he was fucking with. You had spent ten hours on hold to a refund before. You banged your knuckles hard on his door, and you were half worried that they wouldn’t be able to hear your knocking over the sounds of their fucking. It seemed that they had since the shrill moans had stopped yet again.

You heard the sound of the door opening and you had already prepared your verbal ass ripping.

‘You know, other people live in this building too?’

‘You can tell her to stop faking it’

The door opened to show a man in his boxers with his hard cock still strained hard against the fabric. He was sobered in sweat, and he had a necklace of love bites and hickeys along his chest and collarbones. He was breathing heavily and he brought a bottle of water to his lips as he answered the door. He was so deviously handsome. His face brightened as he saw you standing on the other side of the door.

“Hi ya, Bonnie, how can I help ya tonight?”

[joan-frommars]

I must not reread my own rough draft writing. rereading my own rough draft writing is the mind-killer. et cetera et cetera et cetera

[sanderssidesstuff]

Roman was forbidden from going on another quest until he fully healed from an injury. He is against that rule. But, not wanting to upset Patton, he doesn't come out of his room. That is, until he hears a thud from Logan's room. He manages to get up and out of his room. When he enters, he is greeted with the others covered in paint. While Patton fusses, Logan and Virgil explain that they were making a new shield for him, and the paint they were going to use fell. Platonic or romantic. :3

Thanks for the prompt, I worked on it while I was having an in class suspension

Words: 989 

Warnings: I don’t think there is anything 

Roman was tired to say the least. To say the most however, he absolutely, positively bored of staying in his room. He was only in his room because he had sprained his ankle, it wasn’t a terrible injury, it just took a lot of time to heal. Usually he’d stay rested for a day and go back to fighting, but Patton has found out and now he was stuck in bed for two weeks.

Automatically he had decided that he would take this to the extreme to show the outrageousness of waiting this long, but it had been three days now and he was regretting doing this. He was way too proud to admit that though, so he regained himself to just singing show tunes instead of performing them. He had just finished singing Wait For It (how terrible ironic) when he heard a thud across the hall from him. Confused, Roman wondered what Logan was doing, but put that out of his mind as Defying Gravity started to play. Elphaba was asking Glinda to come with her, when Roan heard the thud again. Very much annoyed that Logan kept moving around, Roman grabbed the cane that he had created when he was playing Willy Wonka, walked across the hall to Logan’s room and started banging in the door.“Logan, if you bother me while the world is against me, please do it quieter. I prefer wallowing in peace.” Roman turned to walk back to his room when the door cracked open. Curiosity getting the better of him, Roman inched towards the crack and peaked inside.Logan was standing over Patton and Virgil as they scrubbed the floor. Logan was covered head to toe in red paint and Patton and Virgil had gold and black paint on them. Roman attempted to step forward to get a better look when he hit a paint can with his arm. The noise made Virgil jump and Patton look over in his direction, Roman tried to escape but he put the wrong foot down and collapsed. A book came down with him and hit him directly on his bad ankle. Crying out in pain, he felt someone grabbing his armpit and someone grabbing his feet. Roman felt himself on a couch and an cold compass placed on his ankle. When the pain died down, Roman opened his eyes to see Patton fretting over him and Logan and Virgil attempting hide a large paint covered thing. “Roman! What are you doing out of bed? Kiddo, you could hurt yourself more!” Patton lifted up Roman’s neck and put a pillow underneath it. “Padre, I am in tip top shape.” Roman attempted to put his feet on the ground, but the second he moved his left foot, pain exploded and forced him to lay back down. “Maybe less than tip top.” Patton smiled and shifted Roman’s leg so that his ankle was propped up.“Onto more pressing matters, what is that, that you are trying to hide behind a bookshelf.” Roman sat up enough to look over at Virgil and Logan, both frozen in place by Roman’s stare. Virgil was about to speak when Logan cut him off, “I noticed you were lacking a shield in your armory and I thought it would be appropriate to gift you with one seeing as your ‘name day’, as Patton calls it, is coming up. It appears that we can not handle paint well, thus the reason for our outlandish appearance.”Roman furrowed his brows, “But why did I heard thuds? I know we don’t make that much noise.” “That’s where Patton ability, or rather inability, to hold stuff comes in, he dropped a can of paint and it spilled all over the floor. The cans exploded and splashed all over us, again explaining why we look like this.” Logan gestured to his shirt that was covered in red paint. Virgil shook his head and black paint flew onto Logan. Roman looked at his arms and legs and noticed gold, black, and red paint on him.“If you were making me a gift, may I see it?” Roman looked over to the bookshelf that Logan and Virgil were standing next to.Logan was about to answer, but Patton beat him to the punch, “Of course! We just finished when you came in!” Logan sighed, but nodded at Virgil to help him with the shield. “Tada.” Virgil said, with very little excitement. Roman gasped as the sheet that was covering fell. The shield appeared to be made out of a metal Roman had never seen before, it appeared to be a rainbow. The design on it was his own logo, but instead of it just being his logo he noticed there was a cloud with the lighting bolt at the top right corner, a brain in the top left and a heart in between the two. “Is it satisfactory?” Logan questioned, “We also have something similar to what Captain Rogers has with his shield. Along with the fact that it can shrink like Persus’s Jackson’s.” He pressed a button on the side and it collapsed into a bracelet that had four charms on it. “If you press on any of the logos, it will turn into the shield we just showed you, this should help you in battle and prevent further injuries.”Roman was taken back by this gift, “I…I… I love it.”“Oh thank goodness, if you didn’t I would have gone…” Logan trailed off and changed the topic at Virgil’s look, “We want you to use this from now on, and please Roman tell us when you get injured. We do want to keep you safe.”Roman nodded and tried not to cry, “Thank you. Just thank you.” Roman reached out for a hug and all of them gathered on the couch as Roman fingered his newest bracelet. Maybe telling the others he gets injured isn’t so bad.

[joandarxh]

Dark!john price x reader MDNI +18

Tw - kidnapping

“You're alright, sweetheat. There, there, now. No tears. Can you be a good girl?” Price asked you with a firm but soft tone as he looked down at you in your cage.

He had put you in the cage again two days ago and you're legs ached so much from not being able to stretch and it had made begging to go to the bathroom a humiliating familiarity. And the only thing you wore was the collar he had put on you. You nodded your head up and down as you looked up at him, the chain on the collar rattling excitedly.

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry for what I did. Please let me out,” you begged him, bottom lip trembling as the word bubbled out. You had begged him every time he had come to give you your meals and water and to ask him if you needed to use the bathroom.

“There’s my good girl. What did you do?” He asked, crossing his well built arms over his chest as he took another puff of the cigar between his teeth.

“I-I,” the word stammered out of your throat. “I tried to escape,” and you felt even smaller end and repeating it made your stomach twist.

Price stuck his tongue and shook his head at you and you felt the pit in your stomach drop. Was he not going to let you out? Were you getting more time in the crate? Nononono you wanted to get out and be good for him.

Tears started to brim around your eyes as he took a slow step toward you. And then another and you heard the clicking of keys and the door to the crate opening. It swung out slowly with a long creek and he stood at the end of the crate, holding out an open palm towards you.

“Come here, girl,” Price commanded with a click of his fingers.

Since it had been so long in the crate, you had to crawl out. But you didn’t care. You crawled forward eagerly with a wide smile on your lips as you happily escaped your crate and pressed your face into his open palm.

Oh god it had been so long since you had felt another person's touch. His calloused skin brushed along your cheeks and nose as you pressed it against your face letting out soft, hiccupping sobs.

“My poor girl. You didn’t like being in the crate, did you?” Price asked as he pressed his palm to your cheek and ran his thumb along your teary cheeks.

You shook your head and leaned into his touch. You didn’t want to go back into that horrible box ever again. You could be good. If you're good you get to sleep in and stretch your legs and even get clothes.

Price’s thumb dragged along your bottom lip as you snuggled into his palm. His eyes looked down to your body, you're breast, hips, and ass. You opened your mouth immediately as he nudged his thumb into your mouth and you started to suck down on it, looking up at him with pleading, teary eyes.

“There’s my good girl” he said as your tongue dragged up and down his thumb, head bobbing up and down.

He had expected resistance. Truth be told. What he hadn't anticipated was the long game you played. The quietness, the obidense. All an act to get him to lower his guard and then out the door you flew. He had arrogantly thought that because he went for a woman in her thirties then you would be more accepting of your new life.

Your old life, and other men, had all had their chances to disappoint. Maybe you would want a farmer that wanted to be with you and have kids and live together in your own paradise.

Oh how wrong he had been.

If it had been any other man than he would have laughed and said they would have deserved it. But it was him. And by some miracle he had found you before you had managed to hurt yourself or scare yourself. He had found you by the river, sobbing as you slowly realized there was nowhere to go. 200 acres of nothing. You had no clothes, money or food and you were alone.

He had been rough, he could admit it to himself. He had grabbed you by your elbow and wrestled you to the ground. You tried to scramble out of his grip but he was stronger. He moved you onto his lap and you didn’t even hear the belt before it came down on your ass.

Sobs of apology came too late as the belt came down again and again. You squirmed and clawed at him, crying and then cursing before falling back to the pleads for him to stop. And when it was done he put his belt back on, took off his coat and wrapped it around you before taking you into his arms as he mumbled softly to you.

Everything hurts. And as the coat came around you and he took you into his arms as he started to walk back into home. His words were soft and gentle and you hated yourself so much for wrapping your arms around his neck and burying you're face into the crook of his neck.

“My poor girl. You just got confused and scared, didn’t you?” He asked, snapping you back to reality.

You nodded your head up and down and sucked on his thumb. And then you heard the sound of his belt and froze. You haven't done anything. His chuckle rattled through his chest as he stroked your head with his free hand.

“You're not in trouble anymore, sweetheart. You can be good, can't you?”

You nodded again, and wiping the tears from your eyes and cheeks. You saw him freeing his cock from his trousers.

God.

You knew Price was well endowed, the way he wore his clothes, the shapely lump between his legs. But what had really sealed the deal was the way you felt his hard cock rubbing on her belly as he spanked you.

[joandarxh]

Ghost x reader DRABBLE

Tots inspired by my idea of ghost as a gardener and you as a cleaner bc I just think that is too cute

You two would probably only talk if you had parked him in the driveway or if you had parked too close to his car so that he couldn’t get his tools. Or if he had done the same.

You opened the backyard door, balancing the mop and the bucket in your arms and closing the fly screen door with your foot. And then you turned your eyes down onto the steps to make sure you didn’t trip and spill the dirty water on yourself. And you saw a pair of large, black boots at the bottom of the stars. Your eyes traveled up.

Oh my god.

He had thick thighs, the kind you see on guys that engage in high intensity workout, like sprinters. His trousers were covered in grass clippings. And you quickly ripped your eyes away from his crotch before you felt yourself starting to stare. His chest was sweating, and you could see his muscles and how it raised up and down and the beads of sweat. And he had tattoos.

And then the real world called you back into reality as he cleared out his throat with a soft ahem. Red hot panic and embarrassment had finally caught up with you as you finally looked at his masked face.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I just need to get to the outside drain. I am so sorry. I’m the cleaner, obviously. I just need to get to the drain. I am so sorry,” a torrent of words just started spewing from your mouth as you adjusted your grip on the mop bucket and the mop.

“You're alright, sweetheart. Hand over the bucket, I’ll tip it out for you. Just hand over the clippers,” he replied back, his voice calm and smooth.

“Oh- um. Are you sure? It’s quite heavy and you're probably busy with the garden and it takes me five seconds,” you said as you moved from one foot to another.

A laugh escaped his mask, “If that’s too heavy for me then I might as well retire. I’m already out here, and emptying that would take my three seconds,” and he opened his palm to accept the mop handle bucket,

He was probably right. And he looked strong, his muscles seemed like apt references and he was offering. So what harm could it do if he did it instead of you. You nodded your head, and moved closer to him to let him take the mop bucket with a smile,

“Thank you…I’m the cleaner by the way,” you said as you wiped your sweaty hands on you're old and faded jeans.

He has such beautiful eyes. “Simon, I’m the gardener.”

[joandarxh]

hiiig guys sooo ive wirtten my first ever johyn price x reader fic on ao3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hes a werebear shifter and it's an arranged marriage okay bye love yall kiss kiss

[struckbyjoan]

so, i've been procrastinating.... i know i know. very bad. and now. i might possibly procrastinate even more because there's an interesting fan fic.... oh fan fiction, why do you always win?

[struckbyjoan]

change of plans... i'm continuing the story.