Whumpee never cried before they were taken. They would break a bone and complain, but no tears were ever shed.
Now they can’t stop fucking crying. It’s embarrassing. They’ll drop a glass and end up sobbing on the kitchen floor. They can’t find the shirt they wanted to wear? Another breakdown.
And they know they don’t need to cry over it, but they can’t help it. Sometimes they cry so hard they throw up, but it’s fine. Completely fine.
Summary: To your horror, Steve comes to your rescue and gets injured in the process. The wait in the hospital takes forever before you can learn if he's going to be okay or not.
A/N: I originally wrote this for Flash Fiction Friday as the prompt just worked so well for my Avengers-Style Domesticity AU.
Steve Rogers Masterlist | Character Masterlist
A television droned with a program you long since stopped listening to.
Your hands fidgeted with the soft bandages covering the few scrapes you’d gotten some hours ago. Or was it last night. The day before. You’d lost track of time during your captivity. The only thing you knew was the relief that had flooded you before instant dread overwhelmed that relief.
He’d come to save you.
Of course, he had.
You never had any doubt he’d do everything in his power to get you back. Your husband was Steve Rogers after all. He would do everything in his power to get you back and then some. Even if it meant doing exactly what you’d pleaded him not to do.
“I can’t stand this,” you murmured though you couldn’t say you knew it was aloud.
Your gaze lifted towards the two who’d raced to your side as swiftly as Steve had. While you didn’t know when they’d become your family, you knew then that you couldn’t handle this without them right then.
Not when you didn’t know if Steve would survive.
Super soldier or not, the blast had been close, too close, when it’d gone off.
You could still feel the vibrations echoing through you still though you’d been right outside the blast zone. They jarred you with their ferocity as much as the bright flashes of light that lit up the evening sky with an eerie fire.
Bucky had tightened his grip on you, having promised Steve he’d get you to safety.
Nat had run at your sides. Her occasional words pierced through the haze of shock.
Yet, you couldn’t take your eyes off the building they’d held you in as it crumbled to the ground. Its rubble spread so fast that small pieces thumped against the heavy boots Bucky wore. A few even skipped and leaped through the air, nicking you where Bucky’s body didn’t cover.
Steve remained unseen.
That was what worried you the most.
Your rash husband had been adamant of chasing down your captors. Nothing you could say would’ve stopped him. Not even the tears that burned your eyes when you realized what he was going to do.
It was only after the dust settled that Bucky returned and retrieved your husband’s unconscious body. A large gash leaked beneath the side of his head covering, nothing like the helmet you wished he wore when completing his superhero duties.
Nat had taken off the second Bucky set Steve down on the small medic gurney within the quinjet.
You scrambled the short distance, insisting on holding his hand.
The time you got with him on that quinjet didn’t last near long enough. He never regained consciousness though you could see the slowed rise and fall of his chest. His eyelashes never fluttered as if he was ready to bounce back up and get back into the fight, either. No, the flight ended what felt like mere moments but an eternity at the same time at the nearest SHIELD-approved medical facility. Nurses and doctors surrounded Steve and whisked him away from you.
That had been what had to have been hours ago.
The clock mocked you when you checked it and saw it’d been only forty-five minutes since they escorted you to this room and tended to your wounds.
“I need to know he’s okay,” you said a bit stronger this time.
Nat stood. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
With that, she stepped out of the room, leaving you alone with Bucky.
“He wasn’t supposed to come.”
Bucky grimaced.
The words had come out like the accusation they were. As much as you knew Steve could be reckless, you also knew that Bucky would be the best one to keep him in line. Or so you hoped.
“Steve would’ve never forgiven himself if he lost you,” he said at last.
The truth of his words washed over you, calming the storm within you before it truly got going.
Deflating, you sank back against the bed’s lumpy pillow. “Is Pepper okay? They didn’t hurt her, did they?”
“She’s a little shaken, but she’s fine. More worried about you.” Bucky spared you a glance before dropping his gaze to his own clenched hands. “Tony wants to throw you a party for what you did. When you’re better.”
“I’ll celebrate when I know Steve’s okay.”
Bucky nodded, having already known this would be your answer.
The two of you fell into silence then, lost to your individual thoughts.
It wasn’t until Nat returned some time later that you came to attention. Your back straightened along with your shoulders. Whatever she had to say, you would be prepared to hear. You had to be. It was what was expected of someone married to an Avenger.
Nat stared at you, causing you to hold your breath.
Only when she grinned did you blow out that breath and let the dam break within you.
Tear, hot and plentiful, streaked down your cheeks. Their salty trails burned at the few scratches on your cheeks, but you paid them little mind.
Steve was okay.
He was okay.
Nat didn’t speak until you had yourself under control once more. Bandaged hands soaked up all traces of your breakdown. “Wanna see him? They brought him to a room a few minutes ago.”
You nodded and allowed Bucky to help you from the bed.
With them at your side, you journeyed through the few corridors until you came upon the door leading to Steve’s room.
“We’ll wait out here,” Bucky said softly.
Taking one final deep breath, you pushed the door open and walked into his room.
He sat on the bed and smiled sleepily when he caught sight of you.
Your feet carried you to the bed until you could sink next to his legs and took one of his hands in yours.
“You’re never allowed to scare me like that again. I’m so mad at you right now.”
Hi !!! I saw your post where you were asking what to do.
So, could you write something fluffy? Something that involves mind powers too?
I have a vague idea but I was thinking of a henchman who would like being controlled by the villain or something, it makes them relax. Like consensual brainwashing?
I don’t know, maybe it’s weird.
You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to do that though.
Hope you have a nice day!!!
Hi Anon! I can certainly try! Here you go!
Featuring our multiversal constant, Jerry!
Consensual Mental Surrender, Or, Mind Control
Jerry faceplanted onto the squashy couch in Villain’s lair. He heard the swish of a cape and gentle footsteps approaching him.
Villain sat on the armrest and began rubbing Jerry’s back.
“Long day?” they asked.
“Hmph,” Jerry grunted.
“I know,” Villain said, “that’s my bad. You’ve been overdoing things, and I’ve been too lenient about it.”
“Boss?” Jerry mumbled.
“Hm?”
“Can you do the thing?”
He looked up at Villain’s puzzled expression.
“The thing…” Villain parroted.
“You know, the thing,” Jerry went on, “the whole mind power thing. Like what you do when Hero is getting uppity.”
Villain blushed at the sound of Hero’s name. Jerry rolled his eyes. As far as he was concerned, Villain and Hero were both idiots in that department. Instead of just talking to each other and having coffee, their rendezvous usually involved kidnapping, mind control, ice blasts, or someone being tied up. Sometimes all of the above. They couldn’t just confess like normal people, no, they had to be dramatic like they were for every other aspect of their lives.
“I see you’re stressed,” Villain said, “I’m not going to mind control you, Jerry.”
Jerry’s face fell.
“But… I can influence you, if you’d like.”
“What’s the difference?” Jerry asked.
Villain made a motion for Jerry to sit up and scoot over. They sat down on the couch next to him.
“Instead of demanding your mind to comply, I’ll just make it more open to my suggestions. You’ll be able to choose which ones to take and which ones to discard. Think of it as… consensual mental surrender.”
“So, mind control?
“Were you even listening to-!? Do you want to try it or not?” Villain huffed.
Jerry chuckled through his fatigue.
“Yes, all right. Let’s do it.”
Villain touched two fingers to Jerry’s temple.
“Listen to my voice and only my voice. Let all other sounds fade away. Relax. I invite you to release all the tension in your body. Let it melt out of you.”
Jerry fell limp and pliant against the cushions.
“I offer you a place to discard all your thoughts of worry and stress. Give them to me.”
Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. What was he so worked up about again? His mind couldn’t recall it, and it didn’t matter anyway.
“Close your eyes. I will let you sleep if you choose.”
Jerry’s eyes fluttered shut immediately.
“Deepen your breathing. Let the first sleep waves ripple through your mind.”
Jerry’s chest rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm.
“Your dreams will be scarce, but pleasant. Sleep.”
Villain draped a blanket over Jerry’s snoring form. They picked up a few gadgets on their way out. As fun as kidnapping Hero was, they’d let Jerry sit this one out. He seemed like he needed the rest.
Jeff the killer x reader - Shower spice - SMUT ONESHOT
SMUT FIC - MINORS DNI - both ‘characters’ used in fic are 20+!
and once again, Thomas Doherty is Jeff’s face claim...if you’re on my blog you know why (HARRY HOOK AND JEFF ARE THE SAME PERSON GODDAM-)
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Inspired by all those ‘classic’ jtk x reader stories from back in the day
-backstory; Jeff had been stalking you and planning to kill you, but you captured his attention in such a way that he kidnapped you instead. You’ve been on the run with him for months now, moving from abandoned cabin to hotel every week. You’ve had many opportunities to just-run, but-something keeps you there. Maybe it’s the thrill of it all, maybe it’s the way he looks at you; as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Maybe you had fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome, you didn’t know, but Jeff was getting very curious about your various habits-
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“Finally” you muttered, stumbling into the pristine hotel room. you dropped your bag on the floor near the door and flopped onto the plush bed. After weeks of living on the floor of an abandoned mental hospital, Jeff had finally gotten a few credit cards to pay for a nice hotel room for the next week. “oh sweet mattress, how I’ve missed thee” you purred, petting the duvet dramatically as Jeff shuffled into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and locking it. Taking a deep breath as he looked around.
He nodded once, then got to work; looking for any hidden cameras that could rat him out or spy on you. You sat up, watching as he did the usual hotel routine. You had been on the run with Jeff for…what seven months now? You had been kidnapped from your, objectively, boring life for over half a year now…Time sure does fly. Jeff then turned, satisfied as he found no hidden cameras, and walked over to you, his callused hands grabbing your exposed arms and pulling you up; not as gently as you would’ve liked, and checked the bed. Because like hell would he be dealing with bed bugs.
When he found none, he nodded once and pushed past you to check the bathroom. He had been like this since you ‘joined’ him in this little…thing he was doing. Every place you hunkered down in was checked top to bottom, even if it was a hotel like this where even the air was cleaner than bleach.
You sat back down on the bed, basically twiddling your thumbs as you waited for Jeff to be done with the routine. Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, void of his sunglasses or face mask. “All clear” he muttered, voice raspy and deep like always. You nodded, watching as he walked over to his bag and kneeled next to it, starting to take a few things out before moving to sit on the bed next to you.
“I’m gonna take a shower” you muttered, quickly standing and going over to your bag, collecting the new shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and face wash you had bought with Jeff’s stolen money before your arrival at the hotel. You hadn’t been able to properly clean up for the last two weeks due to it being spent in an abandoned hospital so you were jumping for the opportunity to use an actual shower with hot water.
You looked back at Jeff, feeling his eyes on you. He was just simply watching you, not stopping you from taking a shower, not speaking, not even carving into the handle of his knife (which is what he usually did to relax/pass time). You blew air into your cheeks, releasing your breath slowly as you looked away and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You didn’t lock it, that just set him off as you learned from the first time you did that. He was a very paranoid man, even looking at him weird would make him panic, thinking you were about to turn against him.
You had only thought about doing that once, and you quickly stopped soon after watching him kill a man twice his size and strength. You turned on the shower, and got undressed as the water heated up. Jeff was an odd man, the only information you had ever gotten out of him was that he was 25 (26 now), had been ‘the killer’ since he was 13, you fascinated him for some reason, and he had a lot of enemies. Other than that, most of what you knew about him was from observing him. he was very skittish, but he was the most relaxed when close to you, he liked being close (which usually resulted in cuddling you), he had anger issues, had a naturally very warm body temperature, he was pretty quiet, loved the color red, had a major sweet tooth, and, again; was fascinated with you for some reason.
He was always watching you, studying you, as if you confused him. Many times you felt his callused hands on the back of your neck, pushing your hair out of its path, sometimes his hands would take yours, playing with your fingers in his bruised and scarred ones. Sometimes, when you had access to them, you would be reading a book and he would just sit there, watching you read. Sometimes you would read aloud and he would listen intently, eyes flickering between the book and your lips.
You felt like Jane under Tarzan's curious watch, you remember the first time you had referred to yourself as that. It was maybe only a month into the ‘adventure’; Jeff was bandaging up your hands due to you hurting the pads of your fingers and palm on a rough ladder during a rushed escape from an enraged homeless man. And for a long moment, after he tapped down the last bit of the bandage, he stared at your hands, which were just smaller and softer than his. He pressed his hand to yours, his lips just barely open with wonder; his eyes unable to leave your nearly intertwined fingers.
‘I feel like Jane’ you remembered thinking, being studied under Jeff’s intense and curious blue eyes. It was almost as if he hadn’t interacted with a human since…well since whatever happened to him happened, and you were probably right in that assumption. He could talk to others easily enough if the situation called for it, but it always felt forced and rushed, as if he just-wanted to stop being around them already. It never felt that way with you. With you; it was as if he wanted you by his side constantly, as if you were the only person worth his time and energy.
It was strange, you had to be honest, but…fuck. You sighed, ruffling your hair as you leaned against the bathroom wall. The fear you should’ve felt for him had long since disappeared, replaced by…an odd comfort? You didn’t even know anymore, clearly; you were suffering from some sort of Stockholm syndrome. You huffed the thought away, stepping into the shower and singing in relief as the hot water cascaded down your sore body. Just what you needed.
As you soaked your hair and body, you began to hum, your voice echoing through the walls and around Jeff, his eyes drifting back towards the bathroom. “never honest word~ but that was when I ruled the world~” he had always liked your voice, when it was quiet, when it was loud, when you spoke evenly, voice echoing nothing but a whisper of faith. It had been the first thing he noticed; it had been what turned his attention so rapidly from kill to observe.
He slowly stood, leaving his knife and carving knife on the bed as he stalked towards the bathroom, slowly opening the door to see you shielded by the shower door, still singing to yourself. He jumped as you suddenly yelped, staring at him through the foggy glass; “have you no shame” you grumbled, forcing your brain to ignore Jeff, he had done this before, back when you were a lot more…jumpy about him. he was just, curious, about what you were doing. He liked doing that, watching you; even if you were just doing your hair.
He liked studying your routines, even if they had been widely altered due to being kidnapped by him. “if you’re gonna watch me shower, might as well learn how to do it” you muttered sarcastically, in your last seven months with Jeff, you hadn't seen him shower once. Which didn’t make sense because the only time he smelled bad was when he came back from a spree or you were both unable to take any showers.
You heard Jeff hum, and you saw his figure start to move about, his hoodie going up and over his head “what are you-?” you were about to ask what the hell he was doing when the sliding door opened, and you quickly faced the shower head when Jeff’s pale body stepped through. you frowned after a moment, were those? You turned back around, furrowing your brows as you saw the multitude of burn scars covering his torso, starting from the middle of his neck and leading down to his thighs, his upper arms were scarred as well, along with his wrists and palms. You had heard long ago that he had been the victim of an attack from some school bullies, resulting in him being burned; somehow turning him into what he was today.
You looked back up, his icy blue eyes staring back at you. His hair was still up in that half ponytail he always wore “if you’re gonna shower with me,” you muttered, turning fully to him, no longer caring about your nakedness, he wasn’t in here to ogle at you, you could easily see that. You reached up, gently grabbing onto his hair tie, pulling his oddly soft hair free of the updo. “might as well do it properly.”
Jeff hummed, his icy blue eyes trailing your body. He felt a shiver go up his spine as you turned again, revealing your back, seeing the scars from his first attack on you still fading away. He reached out gently, tracing the faded lines with his bruised knuckles, smiling slightly as you froze and shuddered. “Don’t” you muttered, suddenly feeling like this experience turned much more sexual than you would’ve liked at the moment. Jeff just hummed again, but he obeyed and let his hand drop, watching you intently as you went through your usual routine. You were very glad this shower was big enough to easily fit the two of you, in fact, if you wanted; you could fit another person in here and still have elbow room.
You stared to wash your hair, glancing back at Jeff who was just watching you go through the routine. “what?” you muttered, turning away again and leaning over to get the underside of your hair. You shivered as you felt Jeff step closer, his body now under the warm run of the shower. He twitched as the water hit his scarred skin, it didn’t feel bad, he just felt it more than you did. He grabbed your shampoo and stared at it for a moment before pouring some into his palm. You had to hold back a giggle at his actions, man was really Tarzan in Jane's world. You were sure he knew how to shower; his hair would be a rat’s nest if he didn’t.
You had to hold back a snort as he stuck his head under the water, thoroughly getting his hair soaked before lathering up his shoulder-length hair. You watched as his eyes closed, because who wanted soap in their eyes? You remembered most of the reports on his profile said he had no eyelids, but you guessed it was an exaggeration since he very clearly had eyelids. They did always seem…extra wide when he was in a manic episode, so you supposed that attributed to the ‘Jeff the killer has no eyelids’ thing.
As Jeff washed his hair, you rinsed your first shampoo out, making sure there wasn’t a single sud left before grabbing your shampoo and pouring the smallest amount in your palm “you do it twice?” you jumped at Jeff’s voice, almost smacking yourself in the face with the shampoo bottle. You looked at him and shrugged “yeah? I dunno just…I dunno” you didn’t want to explain how the first run got all the grime and dirt out, and the 2nd was to actually clean. At least that’s what you told yourself it did, your hair always lasted much longer doing two runs of shampoo instead of just one. (basing this off my hair so if ur hair doesn’t work like that, just go along with it, this is fully self-indulgent)
Jeff just hummed, rinsing out his hair as you lathered up your hair, the small amount of shampoo going a long way. After Jeff finished you stepped forward, rinsing out your hair again then grabbing your conditioner, making sure to get every crook and cranny in your hair and finger combing out the knots. As Jeff copied your actions you grabbed the body wash, lathered up the complimentary loofa (which was pre-packaged thank god), and started to wash your body.
You ignored Jeff’s eyes on you, continuing to scrub down your body which was covered in dirt and grime from sleeping on a grody floor. you grunted slightly as you tried to get your back, only able to get just behind your shoulders and the small of your back. You sighed, mostly giving up on properly washing when you felt the loofa being gently pried from your fingers, you shivered as Jeff washed your back, one of his calloused hands resting on the nape of your neck as he washed your skin in small circles.
This felt, so oddly intimate. In all your months by his side, with everything Jeff did, nothing had ever felt like this. He had cuddled you, played with your hair, played with your fingers, traced the scars on your back with his knuckles, cradled your face, and many other things. Nothing had felt like this. You cleared your throat as his hands left your body and you took the loofa again to clean your private parts quickly; hoping Jeff wasn’t looking. But he was rinsing out his hair, and you rose your brow “you ain't gonna wash your body?” you asked quietly and Jeff shook his head, pointing at your body wash.
“skins too sensitive for your stuff” he muttered and you nodded slowly “ohhh…okay yeah makes sense” you muttered with a gentle laugh, tracing his scars with your eyes, mentally marking where the harsh pink burns ended and where his tight pale skin started. You had always wondered how his skin felt, was it like leather? Soft? You remembered one time your brother burned the bottom of his arm on your dad's grill and his skin was baby smooth. You gently reached out, your fingers just barely touching his scarred bicep. Jeff tensed but didn’t stop you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. He watched you trace the pattern of his burn scars, your eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“fuck, you’re so cute” Jeff muttered, unable to be heard above the cascading water. He took your hand, guiding it to his chest, his heart beating wildly under your fingers. You stared at it for a moment before looking up at his face, lips parting as his icy blue eyes stared back; that icy blue somehow melting into a soft and warm ocean. His pupils were nearly taking over his entire iris, you flushed when you remembered what that usually meant. ‘when you look at someone you are romantically or sexually attracted to, or simply hold them close to your heart, your pupil will dilate due to an increased amount of hormones going through your brain.’ You remembered your health teacher saying all those years ago in freshman year.
You swallowed harshly, looking away towards the showerhead, feeling your body shiver for attention. You pushed away the thought that it could be because of Jeff, and forced yourself to think it was because you pavlov’ed your body on accident. See-before Jeff had taken you; you had an extra little routine to go with your shower days.
You would well…masturbate, and your body had started to respond to that every time you started to get out of the shower, and now it was doing it again. And god was it doing it at the worst possible time. You clenched your thighs together, hoping Jeff wasn’t paying attention to the rest of you, only for his rough hand to lay on your waist, his fingers splayed out against your skin. “Either you’re uncomfortable” Jeff grumbled into your ear, and you felt your entire body shudder, and you knew then it wasn’t just your body being used to doing stuff after you showered. Fuck you were actually attracted to Jeff the fucking killer.
You were definitely under some sort of spell or some shit because; body what in the actual fuck? Being attracted to the dude who kidnapped you? But fuck you couldn’t deny he was-…shit he was attractive, in his own weird way. His jaw was harsh, as if it was cut by a diamond. His nose was pointed and sloping gently off his brow, his eyes were bright and practically gleaming, and hell even his body; it was very toned and just past the point of being lanky. Shit, you were attracted to Jeff. Even his grotesque smile didn’t take away from his natural look.
Didn’t help that he had a nice butt….what he had a nice butt?! Bitch you’re reading the jtk x reader smut not me (says the author whose writing jtk smut…okay sorry for the break in immersion I promise this is the first and last time, I won't be one of those authors) you came back to reality as Jeff continued to grumble into your ear, his fingers trailing up the curve of your spine. “or you’re feeling things you think you shouldn't”
He never talked this much, never in all your months together had you heard his voice string this many words together in a short amount of time. Usually, it was short sentences or just, nothing at all; only a wave of his hand or roll of his eyes. His voice was always the same as well, deep and raspy, with a slight roll to his tongue. Now it seemed to get even deeper, the roll enhanced and the rasp turned husky. You looked up at him, feeling your breath stop at how close he was. His nose was nearly bumping into yours, his now warm ocean blue eyes glancing between your eyes and lips.
You felt another shiver go down your spine and you swallowed harshly as Jeff chuckled from the feeling, his soaked hair slightly curtaining the side of his face as he leaned closer. You quickly dodged his face and stuck your head under the water, closing your eyes and holding your breath as conditioner and water cascaded down your face and back. You froze as you felt his hands on your waist, his chin moving to rest on your shoulder, you could feel the scars on his cheek ghosting against your jaw. “if you don’t want me like this, just say it; I may be a murderer, but I’m not a monster” he whispered, and it suddenly, you didn't care anymore.
He was obviously attracted to you, he wouldn’t have taken you otherwise, you were…unfortunately, attracted to him. you were horny, he was interested in you to be that way himself; you could feel an odd hardness against your back. Besides, it's not like anyone would ever find out. You turned, gasping at his closeness, feeling his hands move up slowly, so slowly it made you shudder, his thumbs grazing your breasts as he moved to cup your face with his rough hands.
He studied your face as his hands explored, soon one of his thumbs found your bottom lip, slightly pulling at it when he went to take your chin. You swallowed again, closing your eyes as he leaned in, and it felt like a gunshot went off in your chest as his ruined lips pressed against yours. His breath hitched wildly as he felt you against him, his other hand moving from your cheek to your waist, bringing you even closer to him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, moving his lips against yours in a new dance.
He had never kissed anyone, he had been kissed yes but, he never made that first move, nor did he usually respond to the kiss. So he never counted those kisses. To be the one making that first move, was thrilling, he loved it. He…he thinks he loves you (or at least the idea of you), he pulled away for breath, his body zinging with electricity as you gasped, face flushed and hands pressed to his chest, your eyes dilated like his. He made a low sound in his chest and he kissed you again, pushing you against the wall, his back getting hit with the water.
You felt his hardening dick against your hip as his tongue licked your bottom lip, you whimpered as you let him in, feeling his tongue against yours as his hands cupped your face. He groaned, a strange heat flowing through his body as he finally did what he had been imagining for several months now; he had been wanting to kiss you for so long and now he was finally doing it, and you were kissing back. He thinks he might combust.
He pulled back again, moving to caress your chin and jaw with his teeth, finding the slope of your neck and sucking your skin into his mouth, his warm tongue tasting your freshly washed skin. You let out a small huff, slowly reaching up to curl your hands into Jeff’s hair, the soaked strands threading through your fingers. Jeff chuckled at the feeling, his hands trailing down to rest on your hips, pulling your body into his. You gasped as his hardened dick pressed against your belly, and you shivered; looking at him with wide eyes as he pulled away, admiring the large hickey he had left on your neck.
He looked into your eyes, a soft smile on his chapped lips before he kissed you again, devouring you. You melted into him, no longer fighting against your body’s wishes. His toned arms fully wrapped around you; his scarred hands pressed against your shoulder blades as he molded you to him. he let instinct take over, moving his hands down your back and around your hips, his thin fingers trailing around the lips of your vagina. You whimpered at the feeling, having never felt anyone’s touch down there other than yours.
He pulled away from your lips, leaning down to kiss along your shoulder, taking the curve of your shoulder that led down to your chest into his mouth and licking at it, humming against your skin as your nails gently scratched at his nape. “Jeff” you whispered and he shivered, his finger dipping into the folds of your vagina, groaning as he felt how soaked you were. Your breath hitched as his rough finger rolled against your clit, pulling back the hood and rubbing against the sensitive nerve. “fuck” you muttered, rocking your hips into his hand, moaning softly at the feeling of him.
He pulled away from your shoulder, watching you with dilated eyes, his lips parted open slightly. His finger dipped lower, testing the waters as he pushed a thin finger into your entrance. “ah!” you jolted in his arms, your head dropping between your shoulders as Jeff continued to finger you. It was unsure, as if he had never done it before, but it felt so good. “Jeff-fuck” you muttered, gasping as his long finger pressed into your g-spot.
Jeff growled as the water beat into the back of his head, it was getting annoying as it forced his bangs into his eyes, blocking you from his vision. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to control himself as you whimpered at the loss of his touch. He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried off, tossing another towel to you as you shivered from the loss of hot water. “Bed. Now” he grumbled, and you stumbled out of the shower, nearly tripping over yourself If you hadn’t caught Jeff’s arm. He pulled you back up, gently pushing you out of the bathroom as he tried to towel dry his hair.
You swallowed harshly as you stepped back into the main room, were you actually going to do this? Were you actually going to have sex with the man who kidnapped you…yes-yes you were…and fuck you were kinda excited. You felt heat rush through your body as you set the towel on the bed, just below where your hips would be and ending just above your head. you turned as you heard Jeff walk towards you, flushing as you saw his fully erect dick, his eyes dark and his body ready to pounce.
He licked his chapped lips, stepping so close you could feel his heartbeat, his rough hand trailing up your body to rest on your neck, not squeezing, just lying there. “lay down” he whispered, in that deep voice that suddenly sent shivers through your body, and made your soaked cunt pulse with want. You carefully laid down, your hair soaking the towel below it. Jeff leaned over you, his scarred body practically overtaking yours. “just a small question before we start” Jeff muttered, his hand once again lining your vagina, just barely above the crevice where you wanted him most. “are you a virgin?”
You were about to nod, but you paused. Would you count as one? You had never had sex before, you were a virgin in that term, but you had been penetrated before, by a dildo; but you still haven’t actually had sex with another person in your 24 years of life. So you shrugged, not knowing how to explain it. Jeff just chuckled, tilting his head curiously “is that a yes or no? because your answer depends on how I play with you.” you shivered at the implication, but you sighed, drawing your hands up and running them across his scarred upper arms.
“I’ve-never had sex with anyone, but-I have…used toys, so technically yes and no?” you said it like a question, since well, you really didn’t know how to define it. Jeff just hummed “So you’ve never done it, but you have with yourself?” you paused, then nodded; that made total sense. “yeah, exactly” you chuckled, closing your eyes as you did. Jeff stared at your smile and leaned down to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth as you squeaked from the sudden intrusion of his lips. “good, because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing”
You suddenly burst into laughter, covering your face as Jeff stared down at you, shame bubbling in his chest “I’m-I’m not laughing-at-at you” you giggled, reaching and cupping his face, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips “just the way you said it, promise” Jeff slowly relaxed, slowly lowering his body till he nearly lay on top of you, his chin resting on your chest. You rose your brow, curious about what he was doing until you felt his hand slipping between the folds of your vagina again, gasping as his fingers played with your clit.
“shit-Jeff” you gasped, head falling into the towel as Jeff leaned down, sucking your nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue and teeth, humming at your body's response to his actions. He could practically feel your heartbeat, going so fast he would compare it to a hummingbird. It felt so odd to have someone else be touching you like this, it felt 100x more intense than any toy you had ever used.
It didn’t help that it was with someone who could turn around and kill you with just one wrong word from you. But-that just made it more exciting. You held his shoulders, nails digging into his scarred back as he switched to your other nipple, his hand dipping even further until he slipped his finger back into your vagina, your warm walls showing no resistance as he pumped the thin digit in and out; curling his finger as he did so. You lifted your leg, bumping his hip a bit which made him brush against the sheets, shuddering as he moaned around your breast.
He inserted a 2nd finger into you, sitting up to watch his fingers disappear into your soaking cunt, his fingers were dripping with you, after a few moments of watching you squirm and moan, he added a third finger, shivering as you gasped, your walls stretching around him. fuck he just wanted to take you so badly. To ruin you as he had planned from the start; only differently. Jeff leaned down and kissed the space below your chest, pulling his fingers out and going to line himself up with you when you stopped him, hand pressing to his chest “wait, even if I am fucking soaked it’s not gonna feel good dry” you muttered, shifting on the bed until Jeff’s hips rested in front of your face.
He stared down at you, confused until you took your hand and palmed your soaked cunt. When you felt you had enough you took that hand and grabbed Jeff’s cock, smirking as he let out a choked grunt “shit, (y/n)” he muttered, moaning as you swirled your hand around his shaft, watching his face as you started to stroke his cock. You bit your lip, feeling just your hand wasn’t enough anymore, and decided to go old-fashioned. You licked the tip of his dick, unable to keep your laugh down as he gasped, his hands snapping forward to cradle your head.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you took Jeff’s cock into your mouth, your tongue trailing on his shaft as Jeff croaked, gasps and groans pushing out of his chest as you sucked his cock. When you felt it was slicked up enough from your spit, you pulled off, gasping for breath as Jeff’s hand gripped your head tightly. you glanced up at him, smiling at his expression. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth parted open as he tried to regain his breath, his cheeks a delicious red. “Jeff” you whispered, laying back down and spreading your legs, smirking as his bright blue eyes snapped open, swallowing harshly as he looked down at you, his jaw trembling at the sight of your soaked cunt ready for him.
He nearly growled, leaning back over your body and lining up with your entrance, gasping as his head pushed into your cunt. You groaned, legs going up and around his hips as he slowly pushed in, nearly collapsing from the feeling of you contracting around him. “shiiiit” he huffed, his head hitting your shoulder as his arms nearly gave out. “shit-shit shit fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good, so fucking warm and wet for me, fuck” you moaned at his dirty talk, trailing your nails up his sensitive back as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against your ass as he did so. “fuck-I don’t wanna leave, ever, I’m gonna fucking stay right here, inside you, fuck I wanna fuck you forever” he whispered, not really talking to you as you hummed.
You had never felt so full before, in all the toys you used, none of them had ever felt like this, this good, this filling, this real. You shuddered as Jeff’s hips moved slightly, pulling out the tiniest bit before pushing back in; he was testing the waters, feeling you for as long as he could. It hit you then, you were having sex with Jeff the killer. You were having sex with the man who kidnapped you. And goddammit it felt too damn good to really care, you panted as Jeff slowly started to move, your pussy making a slick sucking noise as he pulled out, chuckling as Jeff gasped at it.
“sweet thing, so fucking tight and wet around me, you were fucking wanting this so badly, weren’t you?” he growled and you full body shuddered. oh shit, you did not expect any type of nickname from him, at all. Then again…hadn’t he called you that before? all those months ago? The night he took you; sweet thing, he said, just barely a whisper, his hand over your mouth and the other on your waist, cradling you to his body. You had been too scared to move, too scared to make a sound. And now you were willingly under his body, taking his-fuck-his long and thick cock, your pussy accepting him like he was made to be there.
You felt all your air leave you as Jeff rammed back into you, setting a slow and tortuous pace. “shit-fuck” you cursed, one hand scrambling to curl into Jeff’s damp hair, tugging it as he fucked you slowly and deeply. “Je-“ you gasped, back arching as his hips rolled into you, the dip of his cock grazing against that spot “-ffffffuck”
Jeff couldn’t believe how good this felt, he had watched a lot of porn and seen a lot of people in the middle of sex before he killed them and he always assumed it felt good. Why else would people do it? It's like him killing, he wouldn’t do it if it didn’t give him that rush. But god fucking dammit, you felt so good, you beat his hand by 1000 miles, your mouth, your hands, your cunt, shit they all felt so damn good around him. he kept choking on his breath as he fucked you steadily, the obscene sound of his cock dragging in and out of your soaked pussy was putting him in a trance, and he just wanted to fuck you harder, deeper, fuck he wanted to cum inside you and keep you.
Forever “fuck-I’m never letting you go, shit-sweet thing-“ he grunted and moaned as he fucked you nice and deep, pulling his head up to see your eyes nearly shut in ecstasy, sweet little gasps spilling from your lips. He kissed you, invading your mouth with his tongue as he did. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing into your mouth “you’re never getting rid of me-I’m never leaving you, you’re mine. Mine. Mine.” You moaned loudly, scratching down his back, sending sparks down Jeff’s spine. It was painful, but it wonderfully mixed with the overwhelming pleasure he felt; so it simply made feeling you so much more intense.
You could feel your orgasm rising, and quickly, and you choked on your breath as you tried to tell Jeff that as he fucked you deep with his thick cock. “I’m-jeff-I’m fuck-cum-“ he chuckled, raspy and deep, kissing you deeply as his free hand went in between your bodies and began to play with your clit, your back arching into him in reaction and you felt the coil snap, waves of pleasure washing over you like lava. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you came, your cunt clenching around Jeff as if it was a python and he groaned at the feeling. He fucked you harder, his skin against yours making a wonderful sound as he chased his relief.
“fuck-your-shit-your cunt gets so fucking tight when you cum-fuck you feel. So. Fucking. good.” he slammed into you with each pause in his words, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he felt his own orgasm building up, his body sparking with undyeable heat. “shit-I’m-fuck-I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m going to fuckin’ cum inside you, so fuckin’ deep; get you all knocked up, keep you forever” you gasped, another orgasm quickly rushing over you at his words.
Shit, you couldn’t deny that was hot as fuck to imagine, unfortunately for Jeff, you were on birth control ”do-do it” you gasped out, arching back as Jeff groaned, his hips sputtering as he fucked you to find his relief “-s-safe. Inside, cum” Jeff nearly croaked as he came, his eyes fluttering as he held you close, his hips slowly coming to a stop as he fill you. You let out a shuddering breath at the dim feeling of him cumming inside, shit-fuck that was so much hotter than you ever thought possible. you had been wanting to do that forever, but no one had really ever shown interest in you; at least till Jeff came around.
You giggled breathlessly, your first fuck and first creampie was with a serial killer…you were definitely fucked in the head by now. Jeff collapsed, his full body weight falling on top of you and you grunted. “you’re heavy” you muttered, pressing your lips to his shoulder as he breathed heavily, his rough fingers caressing your sides. You wiggled slightly at the sensation “that tickles” you laughed, licking your lips as Jeff looked at you, his eyes still soft and warm. He kissed you, and it felt like the first one in the shower, unsure, soft, and unbelieving; as if he felt like this was all a dream.
“go to sleep” he whispered as he pulled away, and you realized it was really, really, late. You glanced at the digital clock, letting your body relax even further when you saw the time. 2:25 am. “damn” you muttered, letting your eyes fall shut as Jeff slowly pulled out, moaning softly as he thrust twice more, and then completely pulled out; watching as his cum dripped out and down from your swollen cunt. “fuck” Jeff whispered, running his hand through his damp hair.
He had to clean you up. He couldn’t just leave you lying there, full of his cum and without a blanket. He got to work, finding the softest washcloth he could within the hotel room and getting it damp with warm water, gently cleaning the inside of your thighs, mentally praising you for putting the towel down earlier so his cum caught on that instead of the sheets. He used another damp cloth to clean the rest of your body, using a cold cloth for your face. He kissed you gently, watching you for a moment as you fell asleep, a small satisfied smile on your pretty lips.
Yeah, he was never going to let you go, he would die before you left his side. He would have to; he would destroy the world for you; he would kill himself if you asked. It wasn’t healthy at all, but he was a serial killer, he didn’t care. he kissed you again and dug through your bag for your sleep clothes, finding them after a moment and then getting you dressed without waking you up.
After you were tucked in, Jeff got dressed, wearing a simple tank top and sweatpants, glancing out from the window into the sleeping city he had ended up in with you. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would go have fun, for now, he would stay by your side and keep you safe. He settled next to you in the queen-sized bed, curling up with you in his arms, and for the first time, you snuggled into him, cheek pressed against his chest.
Jeff smiled, unable to help the fluttering feeling in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes, finally getting a good night's rest after two weeks in an abandoned hospital where anyone could stumble upon you.
-end-
…ye…this has been in my brain for about a month now, enjoy my stupidity.
am i lowkey becoming a Jeff blog? i love my man Harry but...Jeff is really just a variant of him...oh god im slipping back into my creepypasta phase, except this time i have creative abilities~ and no one can stop me~ (not like anyone is trying either)
if anyone wants to be on the taglist for my jeff fics/smut fics, all you gotta do is ask, no shame, i dont got any so nither should you
CW: mentioned kidnapping, mentioned law enforcement, implied possessive touch
Chapter 7 - The Post-it Note
It had been a long drive but it was going to be worth it if he was able to prove or at the very least capture evidence of a jackalope before the year was over. It was a routine thing, he goes on a long road trip to find a creature of folklore and legend then ends up sleeping in his van because he couldn't find it. A vicious cycle but it was the kind of thrill he lived for.
The sun had set hours ago and now Matthew had to stop for fuel and to stretch. He locked his car and headed to the truck stop bathroom, pulling his phone out to check the time. It was 3:44 in the morning, he was arriving at the bathroom as a college kid around his age was leaving with a guy in a cool leather vest.
Internally he thought the guy's vest was really cool, assuming they were a couple or really good friends judging by the arm around the blonde boy's shoulders. The guy in the leather jacket leaned in and whispered something to the college kid, whatever it was it made the kid tense.
Matthew brushed it off as lovers quarrel and continued on his journey to the bathroom.
As he exited the stall to wash his hands he spotted something small but very out of place. A simple pale yellow post it note, it had hasty handwriting on it and was stuck to the sink. He picked it up and looked at it curiously, now reading the scribbled handwriting.
Name- Adam Sawyer
Age - 21 about 5' 8" blonde hair and a purple sweater. If you find this, call help. Kidnapped. Please help me
Matthew read it over again, realizing that the brief description was eerily similar to that of the boy he saw exiting the bathroom minutes ago. It sent a chill down his spine to think about it.
He tucked the note into his jacket pocket and hurried out of the truck stop bathroom, hoping to get an idea of where the pair had gone. To his luck he saw the familiar lavender purple sweater getting into a red car. He started to make his way over but the car's engine rumbled on and pulled out of the parking lot to continue onto the freeway.
Matthew hurried back to his van, he topped it off as fast as he could before climbing into his van. He managed to coax the engine to come alive and drove off in order to follow the car. He would have to put all his cryptid hunting experience to good use in order to potentially save this kid.
Something inside of him told him that things would get messy if law enforcement became involved, likely due to the fact that many of the stations knew him from trespassing violations. He sighed and pulled the post it note from his pocket again, gently tucking it into the van's sun visor. He glanced up at it again as he drove, wondering how he and the missing kid had gotten into all this.
Trigger Warnings: death threats, threats of violence, mentioned kidnapping
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It had been over a year.
It was never meant to go this far. Ronin hadn’t meant for it to, he’d been so sure it wouldn’t, he’d always been so sure that the ninja would find the kid. He’d been so sure that it would be over in a matter of days.
The guilt had been eating him alive for a long time. He could admit that.
He’d just never thought...
Ugh. It had been so long, the ninja would be so angry… but he couldn’t let it continue. He needed to take responsibility for once in his life; he needed to help them.
He needed to track his client.
The very idea of the man left a foul taste in Ronin’s mouth (which said a lot when he was… him), but he wasn’t about to let that deter him.
This had gone on for long enough, it was time it came to an end.
———
When someone came knocking on their front door, Kai was the only one unoccupied enough to answer it. The others were still rushing around, trying to prepare for a big mission the police had called them in for. Even Lloyd had gotten up, and Kai was… proud of him.
He really was. He was so happy that Lloyd was finally trying to participate in missions again, but it also felt like a sort of finality. Like the universe was telling them that it was over.
The idea that Cole was lost to them forever made Kai somewhat ill.
Still, he swung the door open, surprised to find Ronin on the other side. Even more surprising, he looked… off. Not like his usual, shady self. Something was wrong.
But Kai didn’t have time for that right now. This mission was important, and Ronin could wait.
“Can I come in?” he asked before Kai could tell him to go away.
“No,” Kai said, beginning to shut the door in his face. Instead, the older man just pushed past him, entering their home with no regard for what Kai had just said. What the hell?
“Sorry,” Ronin said, almost legitimately sounding apologetic. “But it’s urgent. And trust me: you’re gonna want to hear this.”
“We don’t have time,” Kai insisted, “you need to come back later.”
Ronin only made his way further inside, and begrudgingly, Kai followed.
Before long, they’d gathered all of his siblings (no, not all of them. It hadn’t been all of them for a long time) together.
“You’re going to have to be quick,” Zane said, glancing at the clock.
“Okay,” Ronin said, beginning to pace. “Before you react, you’ve got to just… hear me out, okay? You’re going to be mad.”
“Are you in legal trouble again?” Jay groaned. “We can’t help you out with that right now.”
“No. Well… sort of. In a way.” Ronin sighed, clearing his throat uncomfortably. “The thing is… for what might be the first time in my life, I can say with full sincerity that I’ve done something bad and actually feel bad about doing it.”
Nya narrowed her eyes. “Which would be…?”
“I know where Cole is.”
In the ensuing silence, you could have easily heard a pin drop. Everyone absolutely froze as they processed what he’d just said. He knew where Cole was. He’d found him!
“And… how is this a bad thing?” Zane asked, suspicious.
“I sort of… gave him up…” Ronin explained weakly.
And Kai? Well, Kai didn’t know if Ronin kept talking after that. All he knew was that his vision instantly went absolutely red. All he knew was that he was suddenly gripping his sword, that he was advancing on the thief with the sharp end first.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Kai yelled, thrusting the blade in his direction threateningly.
“Now, hold on, I’ll even tell you where he is for free!” Ronin cried, backing away nervously.
Ronin was responsible for all of it. He’d watched as they’d fallen apart, for a year, for what, a quick buck? Kai was going to kill that man! He was going to make him regret the very day he’d been fucking born!
“You say that as if we would have given you a choice,” Nya said.
“I’m sorry!” he shouted. “I thought—”
“Shut up.”
Somehow, Lloyd’s deathly quiet order worked, and the room went still.
“Shut the hell up, Ronin. We don’t want your empty apologies. You’re going to tell us where our missing brother is,” he said, eyes flashing red, “and then get out.”
Ronin nodded, hands shaking slightly as he pulled a slip of paper with an address on it out of his pocket and handed it silently to Zane.
Nya grabbed the man roughly by the arm, forcibly leading him out of the room and to the front door.
“We’re letting you off easy,” she growled, “but I swear, if I ever see your lousy face again, I will kill you. And you can bet that goes for the rest of my family too.”
“Nya…” Ronin attempted, “I’m sorry—”
“Save it. Now get. Out.”
And whether it was the guilt or the fear for his own life, Nya didn’t know, but he left. For good.
When she came back to her family, they were all crowded around Zane, who was studying the paper Ronin had given him. If Nya had to guess, she’d assume he was using his GPS system.
“It’s far away,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “And, someone needs to help the police. Their current situation is dire.”
“We can’t just leave Cole!” Jay shouted immediately.
“I didn’t say that. I think the best solution is to split into two groups. One to retrieve Cole, and one to fulfill our duty to the city.”
They looked between each other, silently trying to decide who was best fit for what. Of course, they all wanted to be the first to see their missing brother, but it just wasn’t possible.
“I’m saving Cole,” Jay finally said, his voice firm. “I’m his best friend. I’m not letting him go another second without us.”
“I’m going too,” Lloyd said. His siblings looked at him in surprise, and he sighed. “I’ve spent so long being useless,” he explained, glaring at the floor. “I need to do something. I need to help him.”
Nya nodded in understanding. “We’ll help the police, then,” she said softly. “Hug Cole extra tight for me, will you?”
Lloyd smiled sadly. “I will.”
“We’ve got to go,” Zane said, heading for the door. “Lloyd, Jay… good luck.”
“Thanks,” Jay replied, his entire body shaking with adrenaline. As the rest of his family hurried out, he locked eyes with his youngest brother.
Welcome to installment three of the March whump mini-series for @amonthofwhump‘s March Madness challenge. (I need to come up with a concrete title for this mini-series... ah well.) Featuring the dislocated/broken bones and defiant whumpee tropes -- some of my favorites to use in both whump and regular writing. I have a whump modus operandi, or so it would seem. This chapter is dedicated to @ashintheairlikesnow because reasons.
chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten
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“Quit making that noise, Maresh. You sound like a stuck pig.” Holland’s footsteps circled Kell where he lay on the flagstone floor. He had been listening to the redhead moan and yelp for an hour or so now. He couldn’t help chuckling at the thought. “Perhaps that’s what you are.”
Kell groaned, cheek pressed to the floor. After another minute of dramatics, he looks up with blazing blue eyes. “Fuck. You. Holland.”
Holland rolled his eyes, circling back around the small room, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. If only Kell realized how easy Holland had been on him so far. Astrid’s explicit orders. Leave the kid gloves on, Holland; I want him weeping when I get to him. If he had had his way, Kell would have been out cold within minutes — an homage to how quickly Athos had rendered him limp and useless years ago.
But he had orders.
So Holland leaned back, then threw all his weight forward. The toe of his boot connected hard with Kell’s stomach. The redhead let out a horrible, sputtering gag. He rolled onto his knees, clutching his stomach as he coughed and spit onto the stones. Holland grinned as he took another turn of the room, coming to lean against one of the walls.
He was disappointed, frankly, as he watched the scene before him. He knew Kell Maresh was soft — raised among all that wealth and excess, wanting for nothing, how could he not be? — but Holland had expected a better fight out of him. The younger man’s resolve had concertinaed the second Holland’s knife had gone through his hand.
“This is embarrassing,” Holland muttered, running a hand over his jaw. Stubble scratched at his palm and Kell continued to retch. Holland rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the wall, and crouched down next to the groaning man. “I didn’t expect you to be such a weak, whiny bastard, you know that Maresh?”
Kell heaved himself up from the floor long enough to spit on Holland’s shoe. “Takes one to know one,” he rasped.
Holland’s hand shot out, fingers gripping the sweaty red strands tightly at the root. He stood, hauling Kell backwards and dragging him for a few feet before shoving him back down. The insults must have spurned something inside Kell. As soon as his back hit hit the floor, he was lurching back upright. Holland pushed him back down, dropping down over his chest. The rebellion was inspired — clawing fingers, biting teeth, kicking legs — but it was quickly snuffed out.
“That’s more like it!” Holland grinned. He grabbed at Kell’s hair again, cracking his head against the stone floor. Not wanting to miss an easy opportunity, Holland threw a fist. The give and snap of Kell’s nose under his fist made him grin. Fresh red blood dripped over Kell’s lips and chin. Holland went for another, just for the hell of it.
Kell coughed, spitting blood in a fine mist that settled like gory red freckles on his pale face. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“I was running. You could have let me go.”
Holland barked a laugh. “And risk you running your mouth all over London? Not likely, Maresh. You and you brother have been stepping into my territory. You’re bad for business. You understand.”
“The Danes’ territory, you mean.” Kell glared up at him.
Holland watched him brace for another punch. It made the yelp he made next that much sweeter. Holland gripped the other man’s arm, shoving it over his head and twisting the wrist once. He felt a pop and what might have been a crunch underneath his palm. The gashes in Kell’s palm, still pink and painful, began weeping blood again.
“Sanct!”
“Curse like you mean it, for fuck’s sake,” Holland sighed. He yanked and twisted Kell’s wrist again to drive the point home.
Kell let out a sharp, strained scream. “Fuck! You get off on this, don’t you?”
“I don’t,” Holland answered, leaning all his weight onto the injured arm. “Believe it or not, you do nothing for me.”
“Pilse,” Kell spat.
“Don’t tire yourself out, Maresh. Better save some of that fight for later, when the Twins decide to pay a visit.” Holland released his wrist, sitting back on his heels and dusting his hands on his pant legs. “This is kid-glove treatment. A warm up. Even after weaseling into our joints, stealing our customers, disobeying the agreed-to line, you get off easy.”
“Jealous?” Kell raised an eyebrow, looking confident he had struck a nerve.
“Not a chance.” Holland twisted his fingers in Kell’s shirt front, yanking him up off the floor. “Even day one, when Athos and Astrid laid into me like there was no tomorrow, I wasn’t the sniveling, whining, squealing disgrace you are right now.”
“I’m not—!”
Kell’s protest was cut off as Holland released his grip, tossing him across the room. His shoulder hit the ground first, his forehead following as his body rolled with the momentum of the throw. Holland didn’t have time for Kell to refocus. In a breath, Holland was back on him, dragging him back only to throw him into the wall of the small basement room. He stepped back to observe, lying in wait for whatever move Kell would choose.
Kell slumped down onto the floor, rolling forward onto his side. He was still for a moment, his ragged breaths echoing softly around the room.
Holland counted in his head. Ten seconds for the redhead to stir back to life. Seventeen for him to try pushing himself upright. Another twelve spent whimpering after putting too much pressure on his sliced up palm and injured wrist. A final thirty for Kell too roll up onto his knees to press himself up on the wall. Holland watched, impassively, as the younger man cradled his wrist to his chest, tears welling up and spilling down over his cheeks. A darker part of him hoped the minute bones were broken.
Holland stepped forward, relishing Kell’s flinching and wincing. He crouched down, balancing expertly on the balls of his feet. “Yes. You. Are. Look at yourself, Maresh.”
Kell stared blankly at him. “Look at yourself, Vosijk.”
“I have. Plenty of times.”
“And you’re happy with it?”
“I’ve learned to live with what I’ve become,” Holland said, low and threatening. “Someday, you will too.”
Holland reached out, grabbing Kell by the ankle and pulling him back down onto the floor. He snatched Kell’s arm from his chest, subjecting his wrist to an iron grip as he flipped the other man onto his face. He wrenched the arm up around onto Kell’s back, the joint popping loudly. Kell yelped and wriggled, trying weakly to throw Holland off him.
Shoving a knee into the small of Kell’s back, Holland dropped heavy on the other man’s hips, then leaned forward to Kell’s ear. “I have my orders, you know.”
“Dis-disobey,” Kell hissed through gritted teeth.
“My will against yours, Kell.” Holland twisted Kell’s arm. The joints and bones crackled. The fabric of his soiled shirt strained and ripped. “Strange how one small deal can ruin so much.”
“Make. A Choice. Holland.”
“You know I don’t have one.”
Kell wriggled, then screeched. He panted, open-mouthed, into the stones. “Make. One.”
“Answer me something, Kell,” Holland answered, throwing his weight forward. “Are you afraid of dying?”
“No.”
Holland chuckled at the defiance — the flaring, bitter, anger. He leaned forward, biting deeply into the shell of the redhead’s ear. Just to hear him squeak and squeal again. When he released it, he licked the wound, and hissed: “When I’m done with you, you will be.”
Though Yusaku knew that Yusei had a gun, somehow, somewhere, and that he was ready to use it for threatening purposes, he had never thought that he’d actually shoot. He had never thought that Yusei would actually, intentionally, hurt someone by shooting at them.
But then, there was a resounding bang in the abandoned parking hall, and Yusaku knew what had happened without opening his eyes. He kept them closed, as per Yusei’s orders just a while ago, even as he heard something heavy drop to the ground. A body.
There were footsteps, coming closer. Yusaku tensed up a bit as Yusei walked pass him, standing where the man had just stood a while ago. There was another bang, this one much closer to Yusaku’s ear, and he flinched away.
“I’m sorry.” Yusei was suddenly crouching beside him, gathering him in his arms. “Let’s go home now. Are you okay?”
As Yusei raised him up, carrying him with ease, Yusaku nodded against his shoulder. Without daring to open his eyes, he wrapped his arms around Yusei, letting himself be carried away from the body of the man who had kidnapped him and tried to use him as a hostage against Team Satisfaction.
Clutching tightly onto Yusei, Yusaku… couldn’t bring himself to care. All he could think about was Yusei, and how he was ready to kill someone for his sake.
It was… scary, just as it made him warm and fuzzy inside.
