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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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First Impressions

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by @eversonaive : Could do a fic on the reader meeting Juice when he has the sign stuck to his chest only to find out later he is the club's intelligence officer lol

Part 2 can be found Here

Warnings: language, Juice being an embarrassed lil cutie

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved writing this. Flustered Juice gives me life lmao. I hope it’s what you had in mind! I peppered in a couple other of our SAMCRO boys because why not?

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You couldn’t pretend that you weren’t surprised, and a little off-put by the scene in front of you. You looked around, wondering why you felt like you were the only one who saw what you were seeing. Everyone else was walking by, minding their own business, but you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t notice.

Crouching down, you pressed your fingers gently against the side of his neck, and you were rewarded with a fairly steady pulse. Relief flooded through you, glad you weren’t going to have to report a dead body. However, you weren’t quite sure how to handle the scene in front of you.

Gently nudging him, you tried to wake him up. He let out a soft groan but didn’t fully wake up. With a heavy sigh, you shook him a little harder but weren’t able to wake him. Pressing your lips together into a thin line, you patted the side of his face. You saw his brows furrow and twitch and you knew that he was almost awake.

“Hey,” you shook him and patted his cheek again, “you good?”

With a groan and what seemed like more effort than it should’ve taken, he slowly started to open his eyes. Part of you wanted to laugh because he seemed like he was probably going to be alright, but more than anything you were just confused.

“You alright? Looks like you’ve had…a time.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the state of himself. The fact that he didn’t seem shocked and appalled spoke volumes. With a quiet grunt, he forced himself to his feet.

“Do I have to be worried about you?” you couldn’t help but to look him up and down again. With a chuckle and a shake of his head he reassured you that he was fine, which did little to actually make you feel better, “There somewhere I should be take you?”

He laughed, “No. Don’t worry. Thank you for, uh, waking me up. Way better than getting kicked by the cops,” he shook his head.

“Small miracles,” you had to laugh.

“Yea,” he glanced down at the sign on his chest and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was weighing the pros and cons of ripping it off right then and there, “I should go. I’m uh,” he gestured to the cardboard, “apparently late for my eight o’clock feeding.”

You smiled and shook your head, “Well that’s unfortunate.”

With a deep breath he pulled the sign from his chest and you both cringed. He cursed under his breath from the pain of it before folding it and tucking it underneath his arm. He gave you a lopsided grin and a small wave before turning and walking in the other direction away from you. You stood there, feeling like you should be offering him a shirt, or something to at least tie around his waist, but he seemed pretty unbothered by it all, so you let him go. You shook your head to yourself as you continued on your way, unable to believe what a weird day you’d already had.

A few days went by and you hadn’t forgotten about your run-in on the street that morning. It was a tough scene to forget. You didn’t want to believe that that was going to be the first and last time you ever saw him. If nothing else, you just wanted some closure on the situation, and you also wanted to know how the hell he ended up like that.

Your mind had wandered back to that situation as you stood outside your car waiting for the tow truck. You knew that your car was on its last leg to begin with, and that you should’ve set about looking for a new one some time ago, but you just kept putting it off. The thought of shopping for one, and then paying for one was overwhelming. You were paying for it in an entirely different way now, though. You knew that fixing whatever was wrong with your car was probably going to cost more than it was worth. So, to distract yourself from thinking about that, you thought about literally anything else as you sat half propped up onto your hood.

You’d gone to Teller-Morrow one other time, maybe twice, since you’d moved just outside of Charming. You didn’t remember anything about it, though—you were in and out quick for an oil change or something equally innocuous. There weren’t a whole lot of options for mechanics to begin with, let alone ones that would also tow. Plus you figured since they were local, it wouldn’t take them too long to get to you.

About twenty minutes later the tow-truck pulled up, and you were a mix of relieved and apprehensive. Two men stepped out, and your first thought was that they couldn’t have carried themselves more differently from each other if they tried. The taller one approached you, adjusting his beanie slightly as he did, while the other scampered around to start hooking the truck up to your car.

“So,” he walked up to you, a small smile on his face for a moment as he looked at you, “what seems to be the problem?”

You chuckled and shook your head as you clocked the name stitched into his work shirt, “Well, it stopped running. That’s about all I know, Opie,” you smiled at him.

He laughed, nodding his head slightly, “Sounds like a pretty serious issue, then.”

“I’d say so.”

He glanced back to make sure that your car had been hooked up alright, “You need to be dropped off somewhere, or you got a ride?”

You sighed, resting your hand on the back of your neck as you thought, “Would I be able to ride back to the shop with you guys?”

He nodded, “Sure thing. Long as you don’t mind Kip staring at you the whole time,” he gestured over to the man who was waiting by the door of the tow truck.

You laughed, “Staring I can handle.”

When they pulled into the lot at the mechanics, Opie got out and instructed Kip to take care of the rest. He looked over to you and gestured to the office, “Gemma will get you all set up. We’ll get it right on the lift and try to figure out what’s going on.”

You nodded, “Thank you, appreciate it.”

You knocked lightly on the door to the office and she called for you to come in. She got you all squared away with your paperwork to get everything started. You let her know that if it ended up being more than a certain amount to just not bother and scrap it, or to give it back and you would take care of that part yourself. You weren’t in a position to be paying more than the car was worth. There was sympathy present in her eyes as she listened to you, nodding along. You hated the feeling of pity but you couldn’t deny that you’d landed yourself into a bit of a hole.

She was walking you back out of the office, “We’ll give you a call when we’ve got some numbers for you, sweetheart.”

“Sounds good. Thank you guys so much.”

“Need us to call you a cab?”

You shook your head, “No, no I’ll be alright. Thank you though.”

You were walking across the lot, pulling out your phone as you did to try and figure out who you were going to call to come and pick you up. There was a sudden influx of noise and voices. And despite the fact that you heard it, you still didn’t look up.

The only thing that snapped you out of your thoughts was the feeling of someone’s shoulder bumping into yours. You looked up and both of you were in the middle of apologizing when your eyes met his. Neither of you could hide the shock on your faces as you took each other in.

He looked a lot different when he wasn’t coming out of a mild coma. And also when he was fully dressed with an MC kutte on. You’d missed out on the fact that he was handsome in the midst of worrying about his well-being the last time you saw him.

“Oh shit,” he laughed, “hey.”

“Uh, hey,” you couldn’t help but to stare at him, “I didn’t…expect to see you here. Or again in general, for that matter.”

Another man in a kutte appeared, draping his arm around the shoulder of the man that you were talking to, “Juicy,” he said, “who’s your friend?”

He wore his nerves on his face, “Um. She’s not, uh, she’s—”

You cut him off to save him the trouble, holding out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he let your name roll off his tongue, “nice to meet you. I’m Jax,” he paused, looking back and forth between you and the man next to him, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, “Sorry to interrupt,” you could see that he was biting back a laugh.

“No, you’re…you’re good,” you reassured him, “Nothing to interrupt. Just, um, a little surprised by,” you gestured to the two of them and to the clubhouse behind them, “all of this.”

“Well then I gotta ask,” Jax continued to stare at Juice who seemed to be getting more and more shy by the second, “how do you know Charming’s favorite Puerto Rican Intelligence Officer?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past your lips, “Intelligence Officer?”

Jax nodded, clapping Juice on the back as though he thought he was hyping him up, “For the club, yea. Can find out anything about anyone. Also our resident tech guy.”

You chuckled, unable to lie and say that you weren’t a little impressed, “Impressive. Guess we didn’t have time to get into all that last time we met.”

“Oh?” Jax looked back and forth between the two of you, embarrassment creeping onto Juice’s features.

“Yea, he was running a behind schedule. Had places to be.”

Jax looked over at him, “Where the hell did you have to be that could’ve been more important, bro?”

Juice ran his hands down his face, knowing that he was going to have to cop to it sooner or later, “When we met I was, um…she actually…” he shook his head, “She’s the one who woke me up the other day. Made sure I was alright.”

The entire incident had clearly already faded from Jax’s memory because he looked as lost as he had been before Juice said anything. You smiled, “I made sure he eventually made it to his eight o’clock feeding.”

Recognition flashed across Jax’s face and he laughed, “Jesus. Sorry you had to be a part of that.”

“Sure, her you’ll apologize to,” Juice rolled his eyes.

“She didn’t deserve it,” Jax chuckled and shook his head, “Well it was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’ll leave Juice to try and clean up whatever mess he might’ve made.”

He walked away from the both of you and you could head him laughing to himself as he approached the rest of the guys. You and Juice stood there facing each other, neither one of you really knowing what to say.

You broke the silence, “Won’t lie to you, Juice,” it felt nice to finally be able to address him as something, “over the past few days when I’ve been trying to think about what your life was like for it to land you in that situation, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“You’ve been thinkin’ about me?” he smirked.

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “You made quite the impression,” you looked him in the eyes, “I’m glad you’re alright though.”

He chuckled, “Not the worst thing they’ve ever done to me.”

You smiled and shook your head, “Well that’s a little concerning.”

“Sorry you got, uh, subjected to that,” he shook his head, “wrong place, wrong time.”

You waited for him to meet your gaze and you flashed him a smile, “I wouldn’t quite say that.”

There was a light in his eyes that was so enticing, “Right. Well. I’m glad I got a chance to make a better first impression. Sort of. Maybe,” he laughed. There were a few beats of silence before he spoke up again, “What brings you here anyway?”

You nodded towards the garage, “Car broke down.”

“Shit.”

Your laugh was a hollow, “Yea. Fucking sucks. Hoping they can fix it without bleeding me dry.”

Juice thought hard about it for a few moments, “I’ll take a look at it. I’ll see what I can do, see if I can get you a deal or something.”

“Yea?” you couldn’t hide your relief.

He nodded, “Yea. Least I could do.”

“You’d really be saving my ass.”

He laughed, “Guess that would make us even.”

You chuckled and nodded, “Guess so.”

He paused for a moment, eyes glued to the pavement, “If you want, you could, uh, you could give me your number,” he looked up at you, “and I’ll give you a call when I get it all sorted.”

You smiled, “Alright. Sounds good,” you held out your hand for his phone and quickly added your number to his contacts, “Hope to hear from you soon, Juice.”

“Juan,” he said quietly as he took the phone back from you.

“Hm?”

He looked at you, “Juan. My name is Juan.”

You smiled, “Well, then, Juan, I’ll talk to you soon,” you paused and bit back a laugh, “Try to keep yourself out of sticky situations, alright?”

“Well now at least I have you to call just in case,” he smirked.

“Won’t be able to come and get you until you fix my car,” you chuckled, “So at least be careful for a few days.”

“I think I can do that.”

“Good,” you stepped in and gave him a quick hug, “Thank you, Juan, seriously.”

“It’s not a problem. I’ll, I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Looking forward to it,” you flashed him a smile before turning and continuing your way out of the parking lot.

You chanced a look back over your shoulder and saw that he was still standing there staring at you with a smile and a dreamy look on his face. You laughed and shook your head as you turned back around. There was something to be said about memorable first impressions, and something told you that you had landed yourself in an adventure when you met him. You were excited to find out what was in store.

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ironcaptainnataliabarnes · 5 years

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Moisturize Me (Tom Holland x Reader Smut)

Okayyy so I posted this on my Wattpad (ayy follow me at QueenBunnyBear) and decided why not to posting it here too. This is two parts, and a third one might be in the making ;)))

Request: From a friend at school actually lol

Words: Uh, a lot

Warnings: Smut. Smut. And more smut soon maybe. This is based off a Doctor Who reference and I am not sorry lmao

Enjoy!!

It was quite a stressful day, if you were being honest. Battling between college classes AND work just drained you every single day. Work more so than school. You swear, if Stephanie says one more thing about Will you were gonna tell her AGAIN that he DIDN'T EXIST and just exactly what you would do if she gushed about his STUPID FACE-

You cut off your slightly aggressive thinking when you walked into the door of your apartment. More specifically, you and Tom's apartment now, since he pretty much moved in. Not that you minded.

Shutting the door behind you and toeing off your shoes as well as putting down your purse, you felt your stress practically disappear at the warmth in the apartment. You could hear Tom in the kitchen, humming, as he made what definitely smelled like muffins. You swore he was magic; he always knew exactly what you needed.

Trying your best to be sneaky, you tiptoed to the kitchen, where Tom's back was to you as he was in front of the oven. You snuck behind him and put your arms around him, hugging the tall boy.

"Smells good," Your muffled voice said.

Tom dropped the last muffin from the pan into a plate and turned around, eyes lit brighter than any diamond as he saw you. He immediately hugged you and hoisted you up, spinning in a circle while grinning into your shoulder.

You giggled, "Happy to see me?"

He put you down and kissed your forehead tenderly. "I missed you so much."

"Tom, I was only gone like I am every weekday," You fake huffed, though your cheeks were burning at his sweet response.

"I know! And I know you've been hella stressed lately so I have the most relaxing night planned for us," Tom said, hands on either side of your face with the most sincere smile.

You smiled up at him before getting on your toes and kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you so much," you said, and then hugged him tightly.

"I love you, too," he says, hugging you back.

You break away from him, lightly hitting him on the chest. "I smell like school and stupid people, I'm gonna go shower,"

"Alright, the muffins are still hot. I'll go finish setting up," Tom smiled cheekily at you.

You smiled, and bounded to the bathroom, stopping to say "And please don't say 'hella' again!"

Laughter could be heard as you shut the bathroom door.

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You were out in barely 10 minutes, record timing for showers, especially for you. You were eager to spend time with Tom. School and work have been occupying majority of your time for the past week, and quite honestly, you missed your boyfriend.

Bounding into the living room, you noticed pillows and blankets laid out on the couch and the plate of muffins on the small coffee table in front of the couch. There were also sweet smelling candles dimly illuminating the living room.

Tom was already seated on the sofa, and smiled as you entered the room. Without hesitating, you bounded to the couch and plopped on next to him, your legs across his lap as you cuddled into his side.

"Getting comfortable already, love?" he laughed.

"It's not my fault, look at you! Absolutely cuddleable," you grinned at him.

Chuckling, he pulled a blanket over the two of you, and reached to grab you a muffin as well as the remote. Gladly accepting the warm muffin, you asked what the two of you would be watching.

"Doctor. Who." Tom said with utter seriousness. "I still cannot believe you've never seen it!"

"Alright, alright!" You laughed at his urgency. "Doctor Who it is."

The episode started, and you cuddled even closer to Tom, enjoying both his warmth and the delicious muffin. To be honest, you were only somewhat focused on the show. Some people in space. Time travelling to the end of the world. Fun, fun. But having Tom next to you, his face lit in the glow of the candles, was a sight that left you kinda breathless.

Tom wrapped his arms tighter around you, laying his cheek on your head. One of his hands came to rest at the top of your thigh, gently rubbing circles with his hand. Literally the king of relaxing.

You were lost in thoughts about Tom, and the space travel when all of a sudden something broke you completely out of your thoughts.

"MoiStuRiZE meEEE!" The television screamed.

Your head popped up immediately, looking and seeing what was a very disturbing stretched piece of living skin with an equally disturbing face on it.

"It's too hot! Moisturize me!!!!" The thing cried.

You held back a laugh and turned to Tom, who's eyes were wide at the TV. He looked to you as you turned to him though, and you choked out a laugh when he raised an eyebrow.

Then the atmosphere changed. You felt his hand squeeze your thigh as his lips cocked a smirk.

Oh god.

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It was only a matter of seconds as the show was forgotten and Tom stood, carrying you to his room. You covered his neck in butterfly kisses as quite violently opened and shut the door. He let you down and the moment your feet found the ground, you were pinned against the wall. One of his hands holding yours above your head, the other gripping your waist tightly. There was no way your bodies could get any closer. Well, not yet anyway.

Tom's mouth attacked your neck, leaving little bites and quickly soothing them with his tongue. You could feel his ever growing erection as your hips automatically ground against him.

"Eager are we?" You giggled between breathless moans. Tom pulled back, eyes dark with lust and love, and whispered "We'll see who'll be eager in a minute, love."

God, his voice alone was enough to make you orgasm right then. The huskiness, the accent. How did you get so lucky?

His mouth attached to yours in heated kisses as he let go of your hands to begin discarding clothing. Your hands found their way to his chocolate curls, tugging none too gently. Tom growled into your mouth, his tongue exploring as he finally managed to lift the shirt off of you, all too happy to see you wore no bra.

You succeeded in getting Tom's shirt off, only being graced with a blink of his amazingly toned chest before he quickly made his way to your breasts. His hand made busy with one, rolling and pinching the hardening bud as his mouth assailed the other with biting and sucking. Your moans grew louder by the second. Trust me, this man knows what he's doing.

Tom kissed farther down your stomach and hooked his fingers on the waistband of your pants. His eyes found yours, seeking permission to go further. However rough, he was still a gentleman. You nodded your approval and he pulled off your pants, letting out a breathless moan as he kissed the exposed skin above your panties. He picked you up yet again, face between your breasts, kissing the soft skin. You landed on the bed, and Tom wasted no time to remove your underwear, clearly soaked with your arousal.

He stared at your bare wetness, and suddenly you felt self conscious. You tried to close your thighs, but Tom held them apart, gently holding your thighs open and licking his lips as he stared shamelessly. "Don't hide, love," he said, voice laced not only with lust, but with never-ending love. "You're beautiful."

Your face turned red at his words; no matter how many times Tom complimented you, you always blushed, never quite believing how he found you so amazing. But he did, he loved your curves and all. Even the stupid snort you have when you laugh.

Placing your legs over his shoulders, Tom licked a long stripe right through your wet pussy, and you shivered a moan. Immediately your hands flew to his chocolate curls, pulling as his tongue lapped your juices. Your hips bucked up to meet his as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and biting, pulling breathless moans from you. His hand reached out to keep you down, and growled as you pulled his hair extra hard, vibrations going through your core.

Pleasure coursed through your body from his actions, and only multiplied when he dipped two fingers into you. "Tom- oh!" You moaned, his fingers picking up pace inside you as he added a third. His mouth harshly worked on your swollen clit, and you felt that coil inside you about to burst.

"Tom, I'm gonna-!" You cried.

"'know, baby. Come for me, love."

He nibbled your clit one more harsh time and as his fingers slammed inside you, and you felt the coil rupture, your orgasm rippling waves of pleasure through you. You were sure you moaned Tom's name, too lost in ecstasy to be sure.

He slowed down his ministrations, licking up your come before he moved back up to meet your face. Without question, you grabbed his wrist, putting his fingers in your mouth and promptly licked and sucked them clean.

"Fuck, baby," Tom groaned. You didn't get a chance to respond before his lips attacked your own. Rough, teeth clashing, and you reached down to undo the button on his pants, eager to feel him. He stood, only briefly, taking off his pants and boxers in one swift movement. Your mouth watered seeing his erect member bounce out, precome dripping off the tip. Oh, how you wanted him to fill your mouth, so you could suck his-

Tom must've read your thoughts, because he smirked at you. "Not yet, love." Crawling back on top of you, he peppered your neck and chest in kisses, and you almost failed to notice him reaching over to grab something from on top the dresser. Was he grabbing a condom? He never liked using them, and you were on the pill anyway so-

He rolled the two of you over, sitting up as he had you straddling his lap. His cock rubbed against your clit and you let out an elicit moan, just needing him inside you. You finally saw what it was he had reached for: A bottle of lube. Though it was very not needing considering how dripping you were.

His lips made his way to your ear, breath tickling as he handed the bottle to you and whispered, "Moisturize me?"

His words sent shivers through you, and you looked at him wide eyed before obeying his request. You squirted some lube onto your hand before grabbing his hard cock, making sure to lather him well. Your hands squeezed him tightly, and Tom couldn't help but to groan at the sight of you jerking off his dick. "Oh, baby. So sexy love." It was when your hand made to cup his balls when he lost control. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he lifted you and lowered you on his throbbing member in one swift movement.

The moan you made was nearly pornographic, but it only spurred Tom on as he thrusted into you. You bounced on his dick in time with his own movements, slick cock coming nearly all the way out before slamming back into you at a rough pace. His hands came up to grope your bouncing tits, and you rocked your hips back and forth on his at an agonizing pace. You leaned over, with your hands on his chest to keep your balance, and lightly scratched the toned skin as you slammed your hips hard, just once.

For the second time, Tom lost all control, and he quickly pulled out before flipping the two of you over, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he ruthlessly pounded into you. He made grunts as he left wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck, nipping at just the right spot to make you moan his name.

Your hands moved to work your nipples as Tom's pace continued, that familiar bubble again appearing in your lower regions. From Tom's thrusts growing sloppy, you could tell he was close too.

"Tom-"

"I know love, come with me, darling," he panted.

His hand went down to pinch your clit roughly, and that was it. Your second orgasm of the night ripped through you, and your walls clenching around Tom was enough to send him over the edge too, hot spurts of his come mixing with your own juices.

He collapsed on top of you, the both of you covered in a thin sheen of sweat and panting as you came down from your highs.

"God, I love you," You heard his muffled voice from the crook of your neck.

He kissed the skin there just as you replied, "I love you too, Tom."

"I think we need another shower" Tom chuckled and pulled out of you and laid next to your side. You suddenly felt very empty at his absence. Then a thought came to your head.

"Hmm, ya know," You said, looking at Tom suggestively. "I do have a body moisturizer-"

You couldn't even finish your sentence before Tom lifted you from the bed, and made his way to your shower.

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redemptionbaby · 5 years

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Hi i was wondering if you could please do hc's of Low honor Arthur (and dutch if you're cool with it) who one day get really rough with a bad guy like they beat the shit out of him or something and their s/o sees this and is like 'holy shit that was hot,' and Arthur/Dutch notice and smut ensues ~ askhdhahgsh sorry if this is weird, you don't have to do this if you don't want to ❤❤❤

I’m not doing Dutch because I’m in one of my moods where I’m like mad at him for being a bitch lol also I ended up doing a Drabble sorry lmao.

Low Honor Arthur

Arthur can barely hear his own thoughts as he beats his fists continually into the pulp that remains of his former opponents face. He had been worthy and respectable, at first, when he was able to dodge and actually land a few hits. But, before long, he got tired and sluggish, forcing Arthur to reduce him to the pile that lay before him. He relented, not wanting to keep you waiting.

Upon looking up, he was surprised. Surprised to find you gazing down where Arthur’s fists lay with blood-coated knuckles. He was delighted to see the heart-eyed look on your face, and the darling way your thighs twitched ever so slightly closed. You break out of your trance to notice his stare and you meet his eyes as a smirk starts forming on his face. He rises from his position on the ground, dusting the dirt from his pants while you hear the click of his spurs.

“Did you like that, rabbit?”

You turn to avoid his gaze and find him on you in an instant, grasping your hands and holding them in front of your chest, and he practically beams at the cute little gasp that escapes you. You nod tentatively, and he startles you further with a practically comedic release of tension as his shoulders relax and one of his arms drops to his side. His eyes seem to darken as he lets go of your hands and puts a light grip on his belt. Arthur flashes a toothy smile before practically lunging forward, gathering you up by the shoulders and under the knees.

He makes a dash for the nearest abandoned cabin, swooning at how he can feel the edges of your nails on his chest while you grip at his shirt tightly. As if he would ever drop such precious cargo.

Arthur doesn’t try to make a show of kicking open the old wooden door, unsettling some moss covered stones, but it ends up being rather theatric anyways. It always does with him. The door drifts shut after he carries you through the threshold, like a newly wedded couple in their new home. He feels just as excited, and you feel just as treasured.

Unromantically however, he sits you on the first empty flat space he can find, and that happens to be a kitchen table. Arthur admired the picture that you are for a moment, blushing and breathing a little intensely even though he was the one who did all the running. The rise and fall of your chest makes him feel like he can see your heart beating.

“Raise up your skirt, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

You do so, gladly but gently, and he immediately steps forward, his chest nearly pressing against yours as his hand starts palming and stroking at the fabric that separates his hand from your cunt. His gaze downwards towards you softens as he feels the pads of his fingers moisten instantly. Arthur palms at your clit harder, his discovery of your arousal fueling that special fire in his heart that burns only for you. You moan shakily, and he presses a soft kiss to your lips for a moment.

“How sweet. My sweet little rabbit, so needy, so perfect, just for me. Her big bad wolf. I’m just about ready to devour you, honey. You know how you get my blood pumpin’.”

You can feel the heat of his breath so closely, and his very words are spoken so warmly you can practically feel the flames from the fire in his belly licking at you. He wastes no time in ripping your undergarments irreparably, and you can hear the clink of his belt buckle as he pulls himself free and starts rubbing the weeping tip of his cock against your slit, applying a teasing pressure. He smiles warmly at the feeling of your hips squirming beneath his hand as you try to get closer to him. He laughs low, and moves his hand to cup your cheek in that tender way he knows makes you feel lovesick. He knows because it makes him feel the same way.

“ Now, now. Don’t get hasty. I always take care of you when you need me, don’t I?” You hitch your breath as the velvet head of his cock starts entering you, and he sighs dreamily, because when he’s inside you it feels like home. “And that’s because I need you too. Because I love you, rabbit. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

He gives you another kiss while he bottoms out, swallowing your moans and whines before he parts with a playful bite to your lower lip. Arthur starts thrusting, and he picks up the pace quick. Before you know it he’s pistoning his cock in and out of you, reveling in your cries as he feels the pulse of your walls stroke him. You can hear the wet slap echo in the quiet while the outlaw’s breath starts growing ragged. He pulls away slightly, grasping at your wrist and guiding your hand to the bottom of your stomach, where he rests his hand on top of yours.

“You feel this? This is place is just for me. Made for me. You’re where I belong. Always.”

Arthur places the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit, stroking and pressing, growling deeply as he feels your cunt clench around him as you gasp and breathe heavily through your orgasm. He follows, purring and cooing his love for you as he presses his hips as far into yours as they’ll go, pinning your squirming hips against the table as he fills you with his thick spend.

He collapses onto you, enough for you to feel the pressure of his body encompassing yours, but not enough for you to feel crushed by it. He rises after a few moments, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaning back to pull out, chuckling at the soft “ah” you let out when he finally leaves you. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Arthur presses two fingers to the cum beginning to drip from you, pushing it back in and bringing his fingers up to your lips. You part them slightly as he tells you to open while sleep begins to call you, and he massages your tongue gently while you suck.

He pulls them out after a short while, wet and shining with your saliva, tucking himself back into his pants. He takes your hand and helps you to rise, slowly and gently. He keeps his hold on your hand while he leads you out of the little house, helping you down the crumbling cobblestone stairs and mounting his horse.

Arthur lifts you under the arms for you to join him, and he smiles as you hug your arms around his waist and rest your cheek on the rawhide of the jacket on his back. He can already tell you’re going to start drooling as you close your eyes and he hears your breathing relax and deepen as he sets off towards camp. But he doesn’t mind. He never does.

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Motorbikes and Medical Care (Jason Todd x Reader)

(lmao of course I used Matthew Daddario for a Jason Gif)

The beginning was inspired by this prompt. Yes I know the title is shit.

Warnings: Slight Gore (only a lil) and Violence, cringey fluff, a lil moody Jason. Italics are a flashback thingy. Also not beta’d lol Word count: 3,100

Lungs burning, legs aching; every step they cried out in protest. They begged for you to stop but the adrenaline rushing through your veins from crown to toe was fuelling your every movement. The loud and gruff shouts of the gang of brutes chasing you pierced through the night sky. Bullets flew incredibly close to you, narrowly missing and clanging loudly on the air ducts and various other parts of the rooftops. Ah, the lovely sounds of Gotham’s nights. Maybe you should move to Blüdhaven, possibly Star City? You skidded the corner of the building taking a sharp turn before not-so-gracefully jumping over the ledge to the next rooftop. The men yelled, promising to skin you alive or cut off your slippery fingers once they got hold of you. Some still raining bullets down as you made your way down the fire escape. You moved quickly: it was only a matter of time before they managed to find another way down and continue to hunt you. By now the adrenaline was wearing off, heavy pants left you as you doubled over in exhaustion and pain. You walked forward and winced, a sharp pain in your side. Gently brushing a hand over your side you recoiled, the blood on your fingertips clearly indicating a bullet had more than grazed you. “Shit.” you whispered out through clenched teeth. Suddenly, this little job didn't seem as fun as you first thought.

Vaulting yourself over the back of the couch, you popped down onto the cushioned leather surface. You had climbed in through the apartment window, silently and carefully, the sudden noise startled the short black haired woman facing away from you. She spun around, instantly moving to a fighting stance, teeth bared. Her snarl disappeared within a moment as she looked over you. She stood up straight, a bright smile on her face and open her arms for a hug. You grinned back, quick to stand and join the embrace. “Hey Auntie Selina! It's good to see you!” In truth she wasn't really your Aunt, just a close family friend, looking after you as a teenager after your parents passed. You followed in her rather bad footsteps, stealing and causing trouble. She didn’t approve at first but as you got older she learnt to let you go ahead. After all even if she tried to stop you, you’d still find a way to sneak out and wreck havoc. She taught you how to fight, how to be even more sneaky and many other of her tricks and trades. She smiled into your hair, mumbling something about how she missed you. It had been a few months since you’d last seen her: as an young adult you wanted to try things by yourself, you moved out of her apartment and found yourself a nice little place. You felt it was time to visit again. You talked for hours, eventually ordering a takeout and chatting into the night. In all honesty you came yo ask her something, you placed down your utensil, setting the empty plate on the coffee table in front of you. She sensed your change in attitude and followed suit, looking expectedly up at you. “Selina, can I ask you something?” You looked her in the eyes, her bright green ones glowing in curiosity like a cat. “Sure, (Y/N) , you know you can ask me anything” her voice as sincere as ever as she reached over to place a hand on your knee. “Do you think I could rob some of Falcone’s men?” You asked. She burst out laughing, causing your eyes to widen. “God (Y/N), I thought you were going to ask me something deep. Of course you can dear, I have the upmost belief in you. Just be careful with the guns though, and promise me you’ll call me when you’re done.” She smiled brightly at you, yet there was something hidden beneath those green eyes. “Sure thing Auntie!”

The heavy footsteps could be heard again, echoing throughout the twists and turns of the alley way. With a groan of both pain and annoyance you began to run again, albeit much slower than before. You reached the end of the alley and the voices were getting louder, closer. Quickly looking left and right you noticed a motorbike at the end of the dark street. As you reached the sleek vehicle you noticed it came with a rider. Broad shoulders covered by a thick brown leather jacket. A head of slightly wavy black hair, a streak of white only just visible in the low light. His eyes were tired and heavy, but the blue was still piercing and strong. He hadn't seemed to notice you yet but that was soon over as you jumped on the back of the robust bike, jolting him in the process. He turned to face you, those baby blue eyes narrowing at you, “What the fuck are you doing on my motorbike?” His scowl intensified, as you wrapped your arms around his middle. The group of Falcone’s goons burst out of the alley, guns in hand ready to shoot. You whipped your head back forward before shouting at him,”JusT DRIVE!” His eyes widened at the gang ready to riddle the pair of you with bullet holes. At a tremendous speed he pulled on a red helmet, completely concealing his handsome face and gorgeous hair. You took no notice of it at first, too eager to get out of the situation at hand. He sped off in an instant, the engine roaring with power like a panther. As the bike moved faster, weaving in and out of the traffic of Gotham, your grip on his waist tightened: you really did not want to fall off any time soon. What felt like seconds was actually 20 minutes and he came to a final stop in some sort of underground bunker. How you got in, well you weren’t paying attention to that. With shaky arms you pulled away from him and tentatively stepped off the bike ( causing you to wince in pain), him following soon after. You were getting fainter, all the running around had brought you to the brink of exhaustion. He removed the helmet and shook his locks, you staring in awe at the beauty. That was shortly over as he turned to continue glaring at you. His hand resting on one of the guns in his holsters. “Who the heck are you and why shouldn't I shoot you?” His rough voice had a smoothness to it, if it weren't for the gravity of the situation you would have been in a daze. You were too weary to be scared and so you held a hand up signalling for him to wait a moment. Looking up at him it was then you realised who he was. The red helmet and the red bat on his chest, he was The Red Hood. It was blatantly obvious. You groaned again, of course you'd manage to run into the merciless ‘vigilante’. “If you really wanted to kill me, you would’ve left me back on the street, Oh and thanks for not doing that” You spoke, your voice was weak at this point. He looked at you, skepticism etched onto his handsome face. “Look if you help me, maybe I can give you some of these?” You say, reaching into your pocket to pull out a couple of bedazzled chains, covered in jewels and precious metals. Taking a few of the Falcone’s most precious jewels was easy at first but, being the over confident self you are, you cocked up the exit process finding your way into the guards game of poker. Whoops. His eyes widened at the stones clutched in your hand. It’s not like he needed the money (evident by the gadgets and state of the bunker) but a little extra cash never did any harm. “Fine. I can do that” He spoke, voice seemingly disinterested. You rolled your eyes and chucked them at him haphazardly. He caught them one handed and you rolled your eyes again. It it was at that point he realised you were bleeding. He stepped towards you, lifting you up and causing you to squeak. He smirked in return. Making his way to a couch in a more relaxed area. “So are you ever gonna tell me your name or? I’m (Y/N) by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He knitted his eyebrows in confusion at your rather spritely attitude as you proceeded to bleed. Placing you down onto the sofa he left to another area, quick to return with some medical supplies. He looked down at your side, the flesh not looking so good. “I’m gonna need you to lift your shirt, babe” You flushed at the pet name, usually you would cringe but when it came from him you quite enjoyed it. You did as he said, lifting the thick black material to your ribs. He proceeded to gently clean the wound, stopping when you winced to give you a moment. No words were spoken as he did so, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence. He required you to stand as he kneeled, wrapping the soft bandage around your middle. Once done he made you lay back again before standing. The silence was broken as he spoke, “You can rest here for the night, it’ll be safe here.” He spoke plainly, picking up all the supplies in his arms. Before he walked away you spoke up. “What about tomorrow?” You said confused on his generosity. “We’ll discuss what to do then, just rest for now” He began to leave the small area but just before rounding the corner he stopped, turning his head to you one last time. “Oh and my name’s Jason” With that he sent you a charming grin and made his exit. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sight and you let out a soft sigh. The lights flickered off and before you closed your eyes you whispered to yourself, “What a night”.

The next morning you awoke confused and warm. A deep burgundy blanket gently wrapped around your form. It took a moment for you to understand, your brain hazy with the veil of sleep before the memories came flooding back to you. You sat up quickly before collapsing back as a sharp pain ripped through your side. You shrieked at the feeling, holding onto your wound. Moments later Jason ran in, his hair disheveled. He was dressed casually, the dark red shirt he wore complimented his muscles rather nicely. He sighed in relief. “Jesus, I thought you were dying or something.” He chuckled taking steps towards you, he perched himself on the arm of the sofa, smiling down at you. “It bloody feels like I'm dying.” You grunted, struggling to pull yourself upright. He chuckled again at that. “First time being shot I’m guessing?” He asked and you looked up at him, eyes meeting those piercing blues. You stuttered over your words, feeling yourself getting lost in the beauty. “Y-yeah, well I'm usually much better at this. I'm mean most of the time people never notice I'm there. In and out in a jiffy” You said giving him a little smile through the pain. He gave a small laugh before shifting his view to your bandages. The blanket had been pushed to the side at this point. He let out a curse causing you to look back down at yourself and gasp too. The bleeding had started up again and had passed through the gauze. “I think you may need some more medical attention.” He spoke moving from his seat to pick you up. He walked through the main area of the bunker passing a large computer system and towards a large area of sorts. You grimaced at the movement and thought of where he would be taking you. “I’m not going to a hospital, just drop me off at my Aunt Selina’s place and she’ll know what to do.” Jason froze at the mention of your Aunt’s name. You turned to him, curious to why he stopped. He looked at you, eyes wide and brows raised. “Selina, as in Selina Kyle?” He asked mouth slightly ajar. You nodded, head tilting soon after. “You know her? How?” after speaking it hit you, If he was Red Hood he must have known her as Catwoman. “Oh!” You exclaimed. He continued to stare in shock. “You’re her niece? The one Bruce mentions?” You explained to him your relationship with her and it takes him only a moment to understand, you then ask him of his with the billionaire Bruce Wayne. You had met him a few times through Selina. He’s eyes narrowed slightly at this, clearly there was some form of drama between them. “Speaking of him, he might kill me if he finds out I let Selina’s dear niece bleed out. So maybe we should get you sorted”. You hummed in agreement and he smiled before leading you to a car.

Jason had taken you to Wayne Manor, feeling it would be the best place to get help without having to explain to the hospital what happened. You were greeted by well mannered older gentleman, who introduced himself politely as Alfred Pennyworth before ushering you to one of the many glamorous bedrooms. Bruce wasn’t home at the moment, much to Jason’s pleasure (He wasn’t too keen on a scolding from the Bat for not getting you sorted soon enough). The wound had to be stitched and and dressed properly which the butler carried out. You were rather shocked at his skills, but didn’t dare question it, fearing it may seem rude. Sure the process was painful but Alfred insisted Jason stay by your side for moral support; in other words you used him to grip your nails into to distract the pain, turning him into a human pin cushion to his dismay. Soon enough it was over, you thanked Alfred only for him to assure you it was no problem. You then apologised to Jason for the rough treatment. He let a pained smile appear on his face as he rubbed his palm. Alfred had left the room to clean the blood and Jason stood but before he could step away you grabbled his wrist, causing him to turn to face you. A flush rose to your cheeks as you averted your eyes from his. Quietly mumbling more to yourself than him. “Could you stay?” He smiled at this, a bright and genuine one, and a fine dusting of red blossomed on his cheeks. “Sure thing.” He laid next to you, the grip on his wrist slipping to his hand which he welcomed by gripping your hand back. “This was my room, you know?” he spoke, his voice quiet and remorseful. Your eyes scanned the room, clearly that of a teenage boy, before turning to face him. He faced up a small almost sad smile on his lips. Noticing your stare he turned to face you and your eyes met once again, this time none of you broke away. You let yourself sink in the cerulean pools. He was gorgeous. A soft smile made its way onto your lips as his other hand cupped your cheek. “Hey, I’m glad you jumped on my bike last night, you're quite an interesting one, cute too”, you giggled softly at this. “You’re not so bad yourself, Jason” He chuckled in response before sighing. Silence fell and the sun set. Soon enough you drifted into the realm of sleep, the soft sounds of Jason’s breathing lulling you to sleep.

Selina hurried at Bruce’s side, the tall man walking up the steps of his manor. Night had fallen and Selina was beyond worried. “Bruce I need you to help me, I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her.” She was desperate, he had never seen her like this, tears welling in her once bright eyes. He was eager to help, this emotional side of Selina having him shocked and worried. “I knew I should’ve followed her, God I was so stupid to let her do this!” She continued, voice beginning to wobble with anxiety. The grand doors of the manor were pushed open, Bruce called out for Alfred, there was no answer for the foyer was dark and silent. No sign of the Englishman. Bruce flicked the lights on, the brightness filling the manor with warmth again. However, it was short lived as Selina gasped in shock. A light trail of blood before them. She took in a deep breath and recollected herself. Bruce muttered a quiet “Stay close” and begin to follow the trail, creeping through the manor and up the stairs. As he was about to round a corner on the landing they were met with a most startled butler. “Master Bruce, Miss Kyle! You scared the living daylights out of me!” Alfred scolded quietly, holding a hand over his heart. Bruce’s eyes widened and he stood straight again. “Alfred where were you? What happened?” Bruce questioned indicating to the blood stained wood. “Ah that would be Master Todd, he’s brought home a rather injured young woman, My apologies for not being there to welcome you but I must get back to cleaning this. Oh, and try to be quiet, he’s managed to fall asleep, I wouldn't want to wake the young Master.” With that Alfred was off again. Bruce was rather confused, Jason rarely came to the manor. He walked to his old room; the door was already cracked open. Carefully he pushed the door wider and to say he was shocked would be an understatement. Selina noted his out of place expression and moved to his side, curious to see the cause. Her jaw dropped too, for there you lay curled up against Jason. One of his arms lay across your waist, the other beneath your head. Facing each other in a peaceful slumber. Selina recovered and let out a sigh at your safety, as Bruce was still in shock at the sight of a peaceful Jason. “I gotta thank you Bruce, looks like your angry kid kept her safe”. She smiled at him, pecking him on the cheek before leaving to go help Alfred. Bruce soon returned to his usual state, yet a soft smile remained, he couldn't be happier seeing Jason look so peaceful and content, something he hadn't seen in a long time, something you made him.

A/N: Aye I’m pretty proud of this, I love Jason so much I just can’t, someone help me. Rose Colored Boy is gonna be late: I got no clue were I’m going with the story at the moment as I didn't like how I planned it before. So send me some requests while I figure out what I’m doing.

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