Prompt: Postwar: isolated Katniss did not sit frozen in that quiet tomb of a house, suffocating! She ran madly into the woods. It’s years before anyone sees her again. What’s become of 12, Gale, Haymitch, mom…of Peeta? [Submitted by @567inpanem]
AN: This is for the lovely @567inpanem who submitted the prompt. I hope you like what I’ve done with it. I know I’ve only addressed half of the prompt here, but the story was getting too long, so I decided to break it into three different parts. Part 2 will be ready soon.
I want to thank the wonderful @xerxia31 for helping me with this one. Believe me, this story is a LOT better because of her. And finally, I want to thank the always incredible @akai-echo for making such a beautiful banner for me.
Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his
Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably
Word Count: 1,515
A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :) A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;) (Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)
The girl nods jerkily, scrambling to find cover. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, Plagg hisses in his mind, but Chat Noir doesn’t care. It has been two and a half weeks, and every night Chat fruitlessly chases any trail that might lead him to Hawk Moth. Before, he and Ladybug had simply reacted; now, Adrien hunts.
Camera footage captures the moment two year old James Bulger is abducted by two ten year old boys from a shopping center in Merseyside, England, on February 12 1993. James had been shopping with his mother when he became separated from her outside of a butchers shop, and lured away by Robert Thompson and Jon Venables, two delinquent children skipping school. They originally planned to take the trusting toddler outside the complex and push him in front if a car, but instead walked him to a railway yard where they administered a vicious beating to the defenseless child. Over a period of an hour they forced James to drink paint, threw bricks and stones at him, beat him with a piece of wood, stomped on his head, and hurled bricks at his body. When the child lost consciousness Thompson and Venables ripped off his clothes and placed him on a railway track, where he was bisected by a train. Afterwards they ran away, and gave weak explanations to their parents about the blood and paint on their shoes.
James was discovered the next day by a group of children who at first thought he was a discarded doll. An autopsy revealed dozens of separate injuries, mainly to the toddlers head. A small solace to his parents was the fact James passed away before being hit by the train.
When the two ten year olds were arrested, there was a massive public outcry, and armed police had to be present at their hearings. Because of their ages, Thompson and Venables could not be tried as adults, and we’re instead detained at Her Majestys pleasure until they turned twenty one. Their lenient sentences have caused for a call in criminal reform in Britain, and the case remains on of the most heart rending in the country’s history.
The grip on the front of his shirt tightened, and the warm sickly breath brushed over his face, causing Joe to turn his head, grimacing at the smell.
“Remember, tell anyone. And we will find you.” The man chuckled darkly, his fist colliding with Joe’s stomach again. He fell forward at the impact, and the hand released him, so his body continued to fall onto the ground. Joe braced himself on his hands and knees, gasping for air, blinking rapidly at the tears in his eyes.
The voices continued to talk around him, and he felt hands grabbing at him. He tried to resist, to push them away, but that only resulted in a foot colliding with his ribcage, so he let them remove his wallet and phone. He let them pull the watch from his wrist, his body falling onto its side, too weak to hold itself up anymore.
“Anything good?” One of the gruff voices asked, and there was a muttered reply before Joe’s wallet was tossed onto the ground in front of his face. In the dimly lit alley, he could see that the money had been removed. A moment later, his phone joined his wallet, cracking at the impact.
“See you later, pretty boy.” The original voice snickered, nudging Joe with his foot.
Their laughter echoed off of the walls around them as Joe curled in on himself, his sobs racking his body, replacing the fading laughter.
It took Joe nearly an hour to pull himself off of the ground, gathering his scattered belongings before he stumbled towards the road, hand braced against the brick wall.
His body protested, the new aches and pains screaming out at him, but his mind was louder, telling him to get away before they came back.
As he glanced up and down the road, he was relieved to see that there was no one around, no one to see him in the sad state he was sure he looked.
The walk home seemed longer than normal, each step sending a new wave of pain across his body, the tears continuing to fall down his cheeks, but this time his crying was silent.
He fumbled with his keys, unlocking the door into his building, ducking his head just in case there was anyone.
And as soon as he made it into his flat, Joe stripped himself of his clothes and climbed into the shower, washing the filth off of his body, trying to rid himself of their touches.
When he woke up the next morning, his body felt stiff. But he knew he needed to assess the damage, and so he dragged himself out of bed and over to his full length mirror.
The sight that met Joe’s eyes caused him to gasp loudly, his vision blurring as fresh tears filled his eyes.
There was a small cut along his cheek, and he remembered the feeling of the brick wall causing that mark. His one eye was purpled around the edges, and when he brushed his fingers along the bruise, he hissed. His lip was cut open, and one of his cheeks was red, surely from the slap he had received as well.
Joe lowered his gaze to his torso, wincing at the sight of the scattered bruises, the worst being along his rib cage. The phantom feeling of the foot connecting with that spot drew a small whimper from his lips, and he closed his eyes for a moment, before continuing to assess his injuries.
His arms were scattered with small, finger sized dots, where his attackers had dug their grip into him, and his wrists were red still as well.
There was no way Joe was leaving his flat over the next few days. And so he turned away from his reflection, burying himself back under his blankets, crying quietly into the pillow.
Hours later, evening had fallen across London, darkening his room.
He hadn’t moved from his spot in his bed, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally jolting awake at the memory of the night prior.
When his phone rang, Joe jumped lightly, eyes darting to the cracked screen. Jack’s name and face appeared on it, and he hesitated before answering the call, pulling the device closer to him.
“Hey! I was just about to head over, but figured I should ask if you wanted anything from the shops first.” Jack’s cheery voice greeted him, and Joe bit his lip lightly, knowing he would have to lie.
“Actually,” He cleared his throat, “Can we reschedule? I’m not feeling too well.”
“Y-yeah, sick.” Joe repeated weakly, fingers tightening around the blanket. “I don’t want to get you sick as well. So can we just hang out next week?”
“I can bring you medicine, or soup. That’s what you bring sick people, right?”
“Jack, please. I just want to sleep. Don’t worry about coming round.”
“Everyone needs someone to care for them when they’re sick, Joe.” Jack huffed, “I’m coming over.”
“No!” Joe tensed, panic washing over him. “You can’t!”
“I can’t come over? Joe, you’re just sick. I’ll survive.”
“Just..stay away. Don’t come over, Jack.” Before anything else could be said, Joe ended the call, and after putting his phone onto silent, he tossed it to the other side of the bed, turning his battered face back into the pillow.
Jack couldn’t see him like this.
“Shit.” He mumbled to himself at the sound of Jack’s voice. He had forgotten to lock his front door last night, and the younger man was probably let into the building. But Joe remained quiet, hoping that Jack would leave after thinking he was asleep.
“You in here?” Jack was at the bedroom door now, calling out softly. And Joe squeezed his eyes closed tightly, trying to fight back to the tears that had built up again. “I know you aren’t asleep.”
“No you don’t.”
“Well, considering you just replied…” A dim light flooded the room, and Joe pulled the blankets higher over his face as he heard Jack cross the room. “How are you feeling?”
“Go away, Jack.”
“No. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Thought you were sick.”
Joe felt Jack sit on the bed by his hip, a sigh hanging in the air around them. “You aren’t sick.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Will you please just look at me?” Jack’s hand was tugging lightly at the blanket, and Joe held on tighter, but his body was weak, and it didn’t take much for the fabric to slip from his grasp. “Joe?”
“Go away,” He tried again, his voice breaking, “Please, Jack. Just go away.”
“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.” Jack replied, the blanket slipping further from his body.
And Joe knew the exact moment Jack saw the marks across his body, the small gasp almost too loud in the room. “Oh, Joe…”
“Don’t!” He finally turned his head to look over at Jack, exposing his bruised and battered face to the younger man, “Don’t pity me…don’t.”
“I’m not pitying you,” Jack said softly, fingers lifting gently to Joe’s cheek. “I’m worried. Who did this?”
“I don’t know.” He admitted, closing his eyes at Jack’s touch, “It was dark.”
“When did it happen?”
“And you didn’t call me?!” Joe reopened his eyes at the harsh tone in Jack’s voice, the anger flashing in the blue orbs, “Have you told anyone?”
“What?! Of course you can! We have to tell someone!” Jack pulled his hand away, standing from the bed, but before he could step away, Joe’s hand reached out, his fingers wrapping around Jack’s wrist.
“I can’t, Jack.”
“Oh my gods,” The younger man stared down at the broken body, “They threatened you.”
Joe nodded slowly, tugging lightly at Jack’s wrist. “I’m fine. Really.”
“No, Joe. You aren’t.” Jack knelt beside the bed, Joe’s fingers slipping from his wrist and between his. Jack’s free hand came up to brush through Joe’s hair softly, “But you will be. They won’t ever hurt you again. I promise.”
“You can’t protect me.”
“Yes, I can. And I will. No one is going to hurt you again, Joe. I’m not going to let them.”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. Let’s just focus on getting you better, alright?” Jack smiled gently over at Joe, fingers still moving through his hair.
The rain fell in sheets that night. Moving slowly over the city, the storm was reminiscent of some biblical plague.
Raphael was on patrol and the water fell from his body in rivers. Visibility was shit, but that didn’t tamper him down in the slightest. It did make for a slow night though.
Humans of the filth variety he protected the city from were staying indoors on a night like tonight.
The streetlights made the pavement look like a million tiny moons were reflecting in the puddles. It would have been beautiful if it weren’t so fucking cold.
Turning up an alley on the West side, the terrapin stalked forward through the liquid Armageddon. His massive shoulders rolled like a lions and his gait was wide and sure. He wore aggression like a fine cologne and his energy was looking for a target.
He hated the quiet nights. He felt wound too tight and was getting twitchy.
The violence he expelled was one of the few releases he had. He wasn’t much for company, not that many wanted to be around him in the first place. He’d just as soon rip your head off and tell you to go fuck your self for even looking at him funny.
Stalking through the downpour, he passed a garbage bin. One of those huge bitches that the city hoped (in vain) would contain some of the trash that littered the streets like rancid confetti.
As the mutant passed his ears registered the smallest of sounds. A human would have missed it.
But he wasn’t human.
Moving forward towards the mewling, Raph was thinking maybe it was a baby raccoon in the trash. He listened again, the sounds getting softer.
Tiny sporadic cries hit his ears, but didn’t echo like they were inside the metal bin.
Kneeling down, he started shirting through some of the debris looking for the animal the crying was coming from.
Finding nothing surrounding the container, he shoved the few hundred pounds it weighed to the side like it was made of cardboard.
There. Behind the bin, and against the grimy brick wall, lay the body of a dead cat. She’d been gone for a few days judging by the decomp her body was in. She was black and white and must have been beautiful when she was alive.
A sadness hit the mutants heart like a pinprick. He loved cats most of all. He could understand them, and they him. There was a kindred spirit in them he never found with anything or anyone else.
In a macabre way Raph wondered if the ghost of this feline called him over. Where the hell did that sound come from??
Just then his eyes caught a small movement near the mother cats back feet.
Soaking wet and lying on its side, a tiny black mass struggled to take a breath.
The minuscule kitten lay with its fur plastered to its body from the rain. It looked more like a baby bird because every one of its bones were visible. Mouth agape, the infant cat gasped for oxygen.
Without thinking twice, Raphael scooped up the kitten and held him close to his body.
Which was completely fucking useless because the weather had chilled his body to the touch.
Sometimes he hated being a cold blood.
Taking off at a dead run the mutant hurled himself through the darkness.
Heading towards a place he could find with his eyes shut, he arrived a mere ten minutes later.
Kicking in the French doors leading into the apartment from the rooftop, the woodwork shattered as if it were glass.
He’d worry about that later. Right now he had much more important things to worry about than Y/N losing her security deposit.
The female wasn’t home, but it’s not like he needed her permission to be there.
Like a male possessed he tore into the bathroom and ripped off the cabinet doors. The first aid supplies were under there and he wasn’t exactly Mr. Gentleman when he was stressed.
More like Mr. Bull In A China Shop.
Finding the heating pad, he pulled it from underneath. Pulling a towel off the glass shower, he wrapped up the tiny precious feline in his arms.
Jogging into the living room, he plugged in the heating pad and was grateful it was a 60 second heat up variety.
Taking a seat in his recliner, he placed the pad in his lap. Tentatively, he peeked at the kitten to make sure he was still breathing.
Looking into the deep terry cloth, little blue eyes met his own and blinked.
Oh, thank fuck.
Raphael gently laid the kitten still wrapped up in the towel on top of the heating pad. His large fingers stroking up and down to reassure him.
“Aw man little guy, you’re royally fucked up aren’t you? It’s okay furball. I got you now. You ain’t alone anymore. I’m gonna get you better my man. It’s all gonna be good.” The warrior whispered aloud, thankful he was alone as he said it.
Gently and rhythmically, the mutant started to rock in the chair as the kitten was warming. In the rush, it didn’t register that he was still wet.
Well, shit. The chair was gonna be soggy for a hot second.
The soft cloak of darkness covered both the cat and the turtle. Every now and again, Raph checked to make sure the kitten was still breathing.
Nestling down in the chair the warrior decided he wasn’t moving from this spot for the rest of the night. His little buddy needed to get warm and stay that way. Raph didn’t mind. He had no where else to be.
He looked around for something to break the silence. The TV remote was too far away, and he wasn’t moving for no god damn reason.
His eyes settled on a book on Y/N’s side table. Picking it up, he flipped to a page and started reading.
In the soft intimacy of quiet and comfort, a Brooklyn accented voice glided through the dark to reach tiny kitten ears…
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary…”
note: hiii everyone! In honour of my bbys birthday, a new chapter of rich has been posted! hope everyone had a good day because I sure didn’t. Extremly stressed over exams since I have around ten tests before my final exam. Rip my social life. Anyways happy reading and take care! -admin
Jaebum immediately responded to my actions, grabbing me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. I gripped his shirt as he continued to kiss me, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Jaebum’s hand slowly made their way down my sides to my butt, giving it a good squeeze. I gasped against his lips as he took this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. Moaning against his lips, Jaebum pushed me against the walls of his office as his hands played with hem of my dress.
“Jaebum.” I moaned out his name as he broke away from the kiss, his hands pushing my dress up further. He kissed the base of my throat before biting and sucking on my skin, and as I let out another moan. He proceeded in leaving fleeting kisses as sucks on my neck, leaving purple and red marks on it.
“We can’t do this here, baby girl.” He whispered in my ear, his hands back on my waist. “This is where I work.”
“Office sex is the best sex.” I slurred, winking at him. Jaebum chuckled under his breath as he lifted my legs up, wrapping it around his waist.
“Next time, babe.” Jaebum smirked at me before hoisting me up and carrying me upstairs. “Right now, I just want to see you in my bed.”
Plopping me down in bed, I sat there as I watched Jaebum unbutton his suit and throw it to the side. I never thought seeing Jaebum in all black would make me so turned on. He licked his lips before leaning down on the bed, putting his hands on each side of my waist, pushing me down on the bed.
“Take this off.” Jaebum demanded. “I want to see all of you.”
I nodded my head as I sat up on my knees, playing with the hem of my dress. Being a slight tease, I slowly removed the wine colored dress, revealing myself in front of Jaebum. I watched Jaebum as he licked his lips at the sight of my body before crawling up to my face and flashed his smirk at me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, (Y/N).” He smirked at me before his hands snaked around my back, unclipping my bra and slid it down my arms. He cups my breasts, making me moan out loud, closing my eyes in pleasure.
I squeaked when he pushed me down in bed before pinning my arms above my head and started to kiss my neck, grazing over the spots he left a few minutes ago. He ran his tongue over the bruise over and over, making me shiver under him. Jaebum left one last kiss on the hickey as he trailing more kisses on my neck, before sucking one of my nubs.
“Oh god.” I breathed out loud as Jaebum continued to attack my chest, making me arch my back. He held both of my wrists in one hand, as his other hand began playing around with the nub on my other breast. I bucked my hips against Jaebum’s stomach to get some sort of relief for my wet arousal because of Jaebum’s torturous ministrations.
“Patience, baby girl.” Jaebum said as he started to kiss down my stomach and above my panty line. Letting go my wrists, I whimpered as I felt my panties being pulled down my thighs, slowly, as a cuss word slipped of my mouth. Jaebum chuckled as he completely removed my panties, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He trailed kisses up my thighs as I let out breathy whines. When Jaebum finally reached your inner thighs, he looked up to me, seeing the anticipation burning in my eyes.
“So fucking wet.” He smirked before licking his lips and diving into my pussy, giving it one long lick. His mouth on my core as he left light kisses against my clit. Jaebum’s teasing was too much for me to handle as I wanted to buck my hips against his tongue, but he was holding me down tightly.
“F-fuck Jaebum!” I whined as Jaebum continued to tease. Suddenly, he puts his mouth on my clit and sucks on it roughly. I let out a loud moan and Jaebum switched from licking and sucking on my throbbing clit that made my hands grabbed onto his hair. The movements of Jaebum’s mouth were harsh and very sinful, but I didn’t care. I was wrapped in pleasure and never thought that it could get any better, until Jaebum’s fingers came into action. He pushed two fingers inside of me, hitting my sweet spot in one go.
“G-God Jaebum! Holy shit!” I cried as I lifted my head to look at Jaebum’s piercing eyes. He sucked on me harder as his fingers moved at a faster pace than earlier. The lewd noises of his fingers going in and out of me mixes with my screams, turned him on immensely. He circled his tongue around my clit and I started to get that familiar feeling in my stomach. Just when I was about to hit my peak, Jaebum pulled his mouth from me and stopped all of his movements, leaving me breathless.
“You taste so fucking good.” Jaebum hummed, before giving me a light kiss on the cheek and hopping off of bed. His boner was prominently noticeable in his dress pants as he undressed in front of me. My eyes trailing his slow movements as I spotted little bruises on his chest. My heart dropped as Jaebum pulled down his pants and his boxers as well, revealing his rock hard member.
“Jaebum, we can stop if you’re hurting.” I whispered, watching Jaebum as he swiped the pre-cum from the slit, pumping his erected cock slightly before climbing on bed with me.
“Stop now?” He chuckled as he positioned himself in front of me. “Babe, I’ve never felt better.”
Grabbing my thighs and pulled me closer, Jaebum slammed into me in one go, filling up my tight walls. I moaned out loud as I adjusted to his big erection. He took a few seconds to let my walls swallow his cock before pressing his forehead against yours.
“Are you ready for me, baby girl?” He asked before pressing his lips on my forehead.
I nodded my head as he looked at me, pulling me even closer so that his cock drove deeper within, making me arch my back. Jaebum smirked and he spread my legs wider apart and began snapping his hips forward at a steady pace. I closed my eyes and bit on my lower lip hard to prevent me from screaming loudly. Jaebum knew how to make a girl his name out loud and before he knew it, he had me gasping for air. His thrusts becomes harder and harder by the second and I was a whining mess beneath him. I wanted to buck my hips against his thrusts to reach my end, but he was holding me too tight. Soon, he hooked one of my legs on his shoulders so that the tip of his cock would my weak spot.
“Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so tight.” He groaned before grabbing both of my wrists, holding it above my head as he presses his forehead against mine, his eyes meeting with my lustful ones. He thrusted into you even harder and deeper than before. I was about to cum as I arched my back against the bed, but Jaebum suddenly stopped moving, he cock still buried deep within me while he smirks against my neck.
“F-fuck!” I cried as I was so close to my high. Jaebum chuckled against your neck as he pressed his thumb against my sensitive clit, slowly drawing circles against it.
“I want to hear, baby girl.” He smirked as he began moving his hips in a very slow pace, making me absolutely weak.
“Please, Jaebum.” I breathed out as I pushed my hips up, trying to get more of him which made him smile and move his hips faster than earlier, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him slamming into me without mercy.
“One more time, baby girl. Say it one more time and that’s all I need.” He said, pressng his lips on the side of my face.
“Jaebum please fuck me hard and make me cum!” I cried as Jaebum groaned against my neck. He let go of my wrists and he brought my other leg on top of his other shoulder and began to piston in and out at a fast rate, making my breasts jiggle with how hard he was snapping his hips against me.
“Right there, baby. God, don’t stop Jaebum. Don’t fucking stop.” I moaned at him, full of dirty talk as it hopefully boasted his ego. He placed his body on top of me, my thighs pushed back so it touched my torsi. He placed his hands on my neck, gripping it lightly as I moaned loudly.
“You are so tight.” He groaned as I arched my back when my orgasm hit me hard like a ton of bricks. My body shaking immensely as I held my breath when Jaebum tightened his grip against my neck. I held his wrists as I rode my high and he continued thrusting in and out of me.
“Holy fuck!” Jaebum growled as he reached his end, his cum shooting inside my core, mixing with in with my juices. He removed his hand from my neck and I let out a breath. His body fell against mine completely but he still had his weight balanced against his hands to make sure that he wouldn’t crush me. I closed my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. Jaebum lifted his hand to wipe the sweat on my forehead and brushed the strands of hair that blocked my face. I opened my eyes to meet Jaebum’s sweet and loving eyes.
“You okay?” He asked, as he pressed a kiss on my forehead.
“Never been better.” I smiled, grabbing Jaebum’s face and running my thumb across his cheek. “Is that how you make love to a girl?”
Jaebum rolled to the side and chuckled, “Hmm, I would say so.”
“No mercy, huh?” I laughed as I pulled the covers of Jaebum’s bed, covering both of us.
“Rough sex for the good girls and a punishment for the bad girls.” Jaebum joked around as he turned to face me. Pressing another kiss on my lips, he took me in his arms and sighed, “Sleep well, (Y/N). Tomorrow, we’ll go for round two.”
I slapped his chest and giggled, “What is up with you and round two?”
“Well one round isn’t enough for me, so I need a round two.” Jaebum stated. “Just making sure, you’re on birth control right?”
“Yes, no worries.” I laughed before tilting my head up to give Jaebum a kiss on the jawline. “Goodnight, Jaebum.”