bullet hitting a wall

Bruce Wayne Request

Bruce Wayne/ batman x reader. While Bruce is away on a business trip his wife gets kipnapped. Almost immediately a video ransoms is sent out to him. The rest is up to you

You woke up when Bruce’s alarm went off. You groaned and turned to your waking husband. “Go on back to bed,” he told you brushing the hair from your face.

“I’m up now. I’ll make some coffee while you shower.” You threw on your robe and padded down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wayne,” Alfred greeted you as you came into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Alfred. How’d you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you. Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, thank you Alfred. I’m just going to get some coffee going for Bruce and get him something to nibble on on his drive to the plane,” you smiled. “Can I make you anything for breakfast?”

“No, ma’am, I’ve already eaten my breakfast,” he grinned at you. He didn’t have to admit it, everyone knew you were his favorite, especially since your husband and his Batman alter ego had been such a thorn in Alfred’s side.

Once the coffee was made and you added the cream and sugar you went back up to your room and let yourself in the bathroom, where the shower steam still floated and the closet doors were thrown open. “Just like you like it,” you handed the coffee to your husband and took his place, looking through his shirts and suit jackets. You pulled out a nice blue shirt, black suit jacket and pants, and a matching tie.

“What would I do without you,” he kissed your head and took a sip of his coffee.

“Probably have Alfred pick out your clothes.” You left him to get ready and went downstairs, sitting in front of the fireplace as you read the morning paper and drank your own coffee.

When your husband came down with his briefcase you stood up and walked over to him. “How long will you be gone again,” you said as some of the butlers carried out the couple of Bruce’s bags.

“4 days,” he wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll be back before you know it and I’ll call you every night before bed.”


“Promise,” he leaned down and kissed you. “I’ve got to get doing, the plane’s waiting on me.”

“I love you,” you gave him a sad grin, already missing him.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wayne,” he kissed your forehead before leaving the house and walking to the care, leaving you alone in the doorframe wrapping your robe tightly around yourself.


“You look nice,” Alfred said as you came down the stairs ready for the day. “Plans?”

“Thank you and yes. I have to run and pick up something I have on hold at that cute little boutique on the outskirts of the city.”

A fatherly look crossed his face. “Mistress Wayne you know you should take security if you plan to go near the city.” After what had happened to his parents and his concern of crime, Bruce had insisted you travel with security, especially if you went near the city.

“Alfred-” you stopped seeing the persistent look on his face. “Fine, I’ll take a guard. But I don’t think I even need one,” you defended yourself. “I won’t even be in the city.”

“I’ll get Mr. Legend to accompany you Madam,” Alfred stood up and left to get your guard for the day.


You sat in the back of the car as James Legend, your guard for the day, drove you to the boutique. “Thanks for coming out with me James. I doubt Alfred would have let me leave the house alone.”

“It’s part of the job Mrs. Wayne,” he smiled. You felt something in your eye and opened your compact mirror to check. As you moved the mirror around trying to get a good angle a car behind you caught your eye. “James, do you see the beige car behind us?”


“I think it’s following us.” James sped up and turned at the next right. Sure enough the car followed. James sped up and tried to lose it but the driver was good. You picked up your phone and dialed the house number.

“Wayne residence,” Alfred answered.

“Alfred,” you said panicked, “we’re being followed and we can’t lose them.”

“I’m pulling up the car tracker and ringing Master Wayner.”

“Alfred, what do they-” you were stopped as a car came from ahead of you and ran into your side of the car, jerking you against your seatbelt, sending glass flying around your face, and sending you into unconsciousness.


“Alfred, I’ve hardly been gone 6 hours, surely you can’t miss me already,” Bruce comically answered the phone.

“Master Wayne, it’s Y/N,” Alfred’s worried voice came through the phone and Bruce sat up straight, leaving the filled room quickly.

“What do you mean? Alfred, where is she?”

“She and Mr. Legend went out and they’ve been attacked. I had her on the phone just a moment ago but the line went dead.” Bruce waved at the driver and ushered him for the keys, taking them and storming out of the building leaving everyone confused.

“I’m driving to the plane now. I should be back within the hour. We have to find her, Alfred,” he shut off the phone and pushed the car pedal to the floor.

As soon as the wheels touched down and he got into the car Bruce’s phone screen lit up with an email from an unknown server. He clicked on the link attached and his heart broke.

You were sitting in a chair with your legs and arms tied. Your clothes were tattered and torn, your face looked dirty and seemed to have small cuts over it, as well as duct tape that covered your mouth, and your eyes showed that you were drained and broken. “Mr. Wayne, we have your wife,” the masked man’s voice echoed in the large empty room as four others stood by with guns in their hands. “You have millions while those around you have nothing. Deposit 25 million to the account number on this board within the next 12 hours or we will kill your wife.” The video went black and Bruce punched the seat in front of him.

By the time he got home Alfred had sent the employee’s home so it was just the two of them. Alfred struggled to keep up with Bruce as he briskly walked to the elevator and took it to the cave.

Bruce sat in front of the large computer screens and started working. “What are you doing Master Wayne?”

“I had a tracker implanted in Y/N’s wedding ring for emergencies. I told her when we got married but part of me thinks she didn’t believe me,” he said furiously typing. “And there she is,” a small red dot pinged on the screen in the outline of one of the building that came up on the schematic.


One of the men ripped the tape off your mouth and you hissed. “Tell us, Mrs. Wayne,” the man sneered, “did you marry him for his money or his looks.” You felt the shift in the air, something that you had picked up from years of living with a man who liked to sneak up on you and criminals for a living.

“My husband won’t pay you,” you laughed to yourself.

“Why is that? Because he’ll just replace you with a younger, hot model?”

“No…because you can’t pay dead men.” A black figure swooped down and took out two of the guards before disappearing again.

“What was that,” the final three men looked around frantically with their guns ready.

“Bats don’t like to be woken during the day,” you said as your Batman swooped down and started fighting off your captors. You closed your eyes as the sound of gunfire rang out. You heard bullets cling to the ground and thuds of bodies hitting the floor and walls. You slowly opened your eyes when the loud noises were replaced by a deafening silence and were met by the black bat mask right in front of your face.

“Are you ok,” your husband asked ripping off his mask and holding your face in his hands as he looked you over.

“I’ve been better.” He went behind you and cut the ropes from your hands and feet. “Come on,” he said lifting you up in his arms. “Let’s go home.”

Merry Christmas, @omghoechlinplease!

It’s a quiet day– the best kind of day as far as Derek’s concerned. He’s settled on the couch, knee deep in the first half of next week’s required reading. His face is just barely out of range of a ray of sunlight that’s been steadily creeping across his living room floor towards him. In about twenty minutes that’ll become a problem, but for now?


The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door–

–and the world spins–

–and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

“Uh,” he croaks, hands twitching upwards on reflex, when someone captures his wrist in a vice grip and yanks. A rough voice shouts get down, dumbass! and he follows obediently, more out of shock than anything else. He folds his legs under him and throws himself to the ground behind some waist-high metal container, biting back a curse when he hits concrete elbow-first.

Keep reading


Originally posted by imarielarriaga

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, making out

Summary: You? an average civilian pretty content with your average life. Him? A super soldier who must keep you away from Hydra’s tentacles with the only rule that you can’t never know about his existence, neither his team. But why is a world knowed evil organization after you? Would he break the only rule when your life gets threatened by a not-Hydra related danger?

A/N: I don’t know how much chapters this series will have, but I clearly know how where want it to go :)

Tags: @fashun–deevah  @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @marvel-fanfiction @melconnor2007  @blueskies-love @-tulipsunflower-  @elisa-ramirez14  @the-girl-without-a-face @netflixa @alyssiamking  @fashun–deevah @laughandwrite  @wordacadabra  @genlovesdcb (if someone wants to be tagged or untagged please let me know)

 One gun , Two guns


The knock on the door repeats and Bucky’s body tenses upon you. You push him away softly so you can stand up and reach the door. 

- Wait - he says grabbing your arm 

- What? - you ask confused

- Are you expecting someone? - he doesn’t look away from the door 

- No… but, maybe a neighbour needs something? - you shrurg

He keeps staring at the door, his body tense and prepared to jump if necessary. The knock repeats, louder and impatient. Bucky ducks his head and whispers in your ear - Ask before open. You are getting a bad feeling about all of this. Why such a fuss about an unexpected visit? You do as told

- Who’s there? - you heart beats a little faster waiting for a response

Keep reading

The Aurora Theatre Shooting

The events of the horrific Aurora Theatre Shooting unfolded on July 20, 2012. The shooting transpired during the midnight screening of The Dark Knight Rises and ended with unthinkable losses. 

James Holmes, the sole perpetrator, initially entered the theatre and bought a ticket to the film, sitting in the front row. Approximately twenty minutes into the movie, Holmes exited the theatre through an emergency exit door. He propped this door open with a plastic tablecloth holder and proceeded to go outside to his car. Inside of his vehicle were protective tactical clothing items and multiple firearms. Holmes changed into the protective clothing, which included a gas mask, a ballistic helmet, a bullet-resistant throat protector, a load-bearing vest (which was not additionally bulletproof), bullet-risistant leggings, a groin protector, and finally a pair of tactical gloves. While at his car Holmes also retrieved the guns that he would use in the attack; a 12-gauge Remington 870 Express Tactical shotgun, a Smith and Wesson M&P15 semi-automatic rifle with a 100-round drum magazine, and a Glock 22 .40 caliber handgun. 

Holmes then reentered the theatre through the same door he had propped open and entered the auditorium, wearing headphones and playing “techno music” as to not hear the audience’s reactions. He first threw two canisters that discharged a gas or smoke. This smoke caused eye irritation and obscured vision, as well as itchiness to the skin and throat. After this Holmes fired his 12-gauge Remington shotgun at the ceiling, then at the audience. He additionally fired his semi-automatic rifle, but it soon malfunctioned. Holmes lastly fired using his Glock 22 handgun. 

Holmes began shooting at the back of the auditorium, then towards people in the aisles. Three people in a neighboring room were hit by a bullet when it passed through the wall, and that area was subsequently evacuated. This room was also screening The Dark Knight Rises. Meanwhile, back in the auditorium where the shooting was taking place, the fire alarm began to sound. The scene was in complete chaos, and some were hesitant to flee due to shouts of an additional shooter in the theatre’s lobby. The first calls to 911 were made at 12:39am, with police arriving in 90 seconds. Some individuals reported the shooting on Twitter rather than calling the police, but officers were already present at the theatre when these tweets were sent. 

A total of 76 shots were fired by Holmes in the theatre; six of these were from the shotgun, 65 from the semi-automatic rifle, and five from the Glock 22 .40 caliber handgun. When Sergeant Stephen Redfearn, one of the first police officers on the scene, arrived, he decided not to wait for ambulances. Sergeant Redfearn instead sent a number of the victims to the hospital in squad cars. At approximately 12:45am, Holmes was apprehended behind the theatre by Officer Jason Oviatt. He stated that Holmes was calm and “disconnected” during his arrest. 

12 people were killed in the Aurora shooting and 70 non-fatal injuries were reported. 10 victims died at the scene and two more died at local hospitals. Four of the victims, Jonathan Blunk, Matt MqQuinn, Alexander Teeves, and John Larimer, were killed while protecting their girlfriends. Two of the victims were active-duty service members. For a full list of the fallen victims, click here

Two federal officials had stated that Holmes had dyed his hair red and called himself “The Joker”, but authorities later declined to confirm that statement. However, three days later at his first court appearance, Holmes had reddish-orange hair. Authorities found a first aid kit, as well as spike strips, in his car. Holmes later claimed that he planned to use the spike strips if police chased him or shot at him. Police interviewed a grand total of 200 witnesses during the investigation. Holmes was first incarcerated at the Arapahoe County Detention Center under suicide watch. 

The Aurora Shooting had claimed the largest number of victims of any mass shooting in the history of the United States, but was later unfortunately surpassed by the Orlando Pulse Nightclub Shooting in 2016, which had a combined total of 102 casualties. The Aurora Shooting was the deadliest mass shooting in the state of Colorado since the Columbine High School Massacre in 1999, which claimed 13 victims, not including the two perpetrators who committed suicide after their attack. 

Do No Harm - Chapter 10 - Final

I swear by Apollo the Healer

Wanna read previous chapters?: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6, Ch.7, Ch.8, Ch.9

3747 Words

Read it on AO3!

Yup, this is the end. Thank you all for reading. You have been wonderful!

It felt good to be flying again. As much as flying meant responsibility, Angela hadn’t realized how much she truly missed it. She wore her Valkyrie armor more often than not now. It was good. This was a good thing.

Still, she would have rather not been dodging enemy fire while doing it. That was not so great.

The strike team had been deployed to Morocco to assist with a hostage situation the local authorities were ignoring. An extremist group was holding three scientists in a compound. A stealth mission had already failed, so the recalled Overwatch agents were trying their best to brute force their way in.

Keep reading

Dazed that there is a sun.

Hello! I’ve decided to start posting some stories on here, most likely fan related, and anyways I hope you enjoy this Ohmtoonz!

He’s not sure what lead to this, strapped in Luke’s car going nearly 80mph down a back road in New Mexico with Luke’s music so loud it seemed to electrify the air, setting something in him off with every beat that reverberated throughout his soul. He could blame it on the conversation that sparked everything a little over a day ago, but it feels more meaningful than that. He pushes that thought down in time for when Luke nudges him, leaning forward to turn down the radio.

“You okay there, Ohm, you look a little spaced out.” There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips, and yet Ryan can tell they’re thinking the same thing, only he seems to be the one going to say something.

Keep reading

Initial Meetings

Originally posted by agentsofshield

Phil Coulson x reader


It wasn’t the best time or place to find out the identity of a soulmate but really, when you were a shield agent was any time really a good time for that?

 Phil was in the middle of a mission, an important one too, a hostage situation that needed to be ended quickly and preferably without any bloodshed. It went wrong though. It was like in those cheesy movies—-the guard taken out a second too late to stop him from sounding the alarm. Now here Phil was, pinned down with only two guys at his back and one injured already from a bullet in his shoulder.

Keep reading


Okay, @no-s-tal-gia requested minicat so here it is! “You were chased by cops and took me as a hostage but you didn’t realize the cops were after me.” was the au. I’m not entirely sure I made this how you wanted but.. I personally like it, but I’m biased.

This is 1529 words, hopefully it’s good. If it’s not? I’ll apologize now.
Also! I try to proof read but I’m terrible at it so mistakes happen!

Warnings! - sadness, character death, cursing
Tyler’s POV:

“Come out with your hands up! We have the place surrounded!” yelled some cop ten stories down.

“Hahaha fuck that!” I say to myself, going into a random room in the building. Noticing a guy standing there I pull my silenced glock 19 and aim it at him. Clicking the safety off I say “don’t fucking move”

“Shit..” I hear the guy mumble as I walk closer, I watch as he ever so slowly tries to reach for something on his side. I move quicker, slamming the guy into the window and grabbing the pistol he was reaching for.

“Nice try bitch, next time move faster” I say while pressing the barrel of my gun into the back of his head.

He guy just laughs “go ahead pull the trigger”

“Oh I’m not going to, you’re going to be my ticket out of here”

“Ticket? Wait..” it happened fast, suddenly there was an elbow into my stomach which caused me to stumble back and a gun was pointing at my face “you’re not a cop”

“Fuck no bitch” I say through gritted teeth, leveling my own gun at the guys head.

“Well, looks like we’re both fucked then” the bastard says nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.

Taking in what the bastard said I take a good look at the man in front of me. Cursing when I recognize the brown hair and grayish colored eyes, Mini Ladd. “Mini, why the fuck you in this building?” I ask still aiming the gun at him.

“Oh shit, the Wildcat? Damn who would’ve thought” Mini says as his eyes widen slightly before he laughs nervously “you know, just hanging around. What about you kitty?”

I let out a low growl and say “don’t fucking call me that”

“Fine~” Mini says shrugging again “Soo? Why you here?”

“Decided it was a good enough spot for the party”

“Party? Oh yeah, where are those cops? Shouldn’t they be, you know, storming the building and trying to catch us?” Mini asks lowering his weapon to instead look back out the window. Ducking as a bullet pierced the window, imbedding itself in the wall a few feet away. “There they are!” Mini laughs

“You trying to get yourself killed?!” I yell lowering my gun and pulling Mini away from the window before more bullets rained through it.

“Aw~ you do care” Mini says with a smirk as I drag him into another part of the building, ignoring the sound of gun shots and shouts behind us.

“What? I don’t give a shit about you, but I need a scapegoat and you’re it” I say as I enter the stairway and make my way towards the roof, Mini following behind me

“How mean..” he whines “and I thought we were getting along”

“Shut up and get out there” I say as I open the roofs door and push him out of it

“What the hell?! I could’ve died kitty cat!” Mini yells as he hides behind some venting

Ignoring him I step out the door and go to the same venting “you’re going to die by my hand if you call me that one more fucking time” I warn.

A bang of the roofs door reopening and sounds of foot steps running onto the roof bring me back to what’s happening. Silently I curse as I see more than twenty cops enter through the door. Taking a glance at the glock still in my hand I know I won’t win this fight, even if Mini decides to help out. And our chances just got lower as the sound of a helicopter fills the air.

Mini whistles lowly and quietly asks “what’d you do to get them to bring out the big guns?”

I shrug in response, I only stole some things and maybe killed a few people in the process.

“Well what are we going to do? I don’t think they’ll care that you’ve basically taken me hostage. They’ll shoot on sight if they see either of us, you know that right?” Mini asks as he readies him own gun.

Turning my gaze slightly I see him frown, his eyes studying the helicopter in the sky. Both of us knowing that we probably won’t get out of this one. Shifting my gaze back to the cops getting closer to our hiding spot I silently vow to myself that I’ll take as many of them down as I can before I fall. Mini shifts to my right, making just enough noise, and I know things are about to go down. Instantly guns are pointed our way and we both curse as the shots are fired.

We split up quickly, me going left him going right. I open fire on my targets, taking time to aim so I don’t waste my limited ammunition. Five fell to my gun, before a bullet hit me in return. Grunting I duck behind a wall, I hear the sounds of Mini’s fight as I put pressure on my side. Blood soaking through my shirt and staining my hand. “Fucking shit” I say to myself as I lean to look around the corner in time to see Mini hide behind another wall close to me. His eyes lock onto mine, as he reloads reminding me that I should do that as well. He gives a slight smile and nod as he looks around his cover taking aim at that one unlucky person who couldn’t dodge in time. Hearing the sound of the helicopter blades behind me I turn in time to see the cop in it take aim. “Fuck! Mini dodge!” I yell as bullets rain in both of our directions. I take the risk of switching what side of the wall I hid behind, shooting two dead in the process.

I hear Mini’s cry of pain as he gets hit, I turn in time to see his leg give out making him fall narrowly avoiding more bullets. Anger courses through my veins as I watch as he drags himself behind cover. Slowly I attempt to make my way over to him, killing or wounding anyone that got in my way.

“We’re going to die here..” Mini says with a sigh as I reach him. Blood forming a small pool around him, which makes me take notice of other gun shot wounds to his stomach.

“Put pressure on that” I say as I rip off a piece of my shirt and quickly tie it around his leg to slow the bleeding.

Mini smiles sadly as he puts some pressure onto the wound of his stomach, his hand quickly becoming soaked in red. “You might have a chance Wildcat..” he said barely above a whisper, his face becoming deathly pale as the seconds pass.

“Shut up. You’re not dying Mini” I say, ignoring my own injuries instead focusing on slowing the blood flowing from Mini’s body


“What?” I ask not hearing clearly

“My name.. it’s Craig.. not.. Mini…” Mini, no Craig, gasps out as I put more pressure onto his stomach.

A frown forms onto my face as I quickly say “Tyler. Now shut up, you’re not dying today.”

A small short laugh escapes Craig’s lips “I am, but..that’s okay. Tyler, huh..? You have a nice name..”

“Stop talking” I say, ignoring the growing pit of guilt and sadness within me

“At least..I won’t die..alone, right?” Craig asks, looking at me with eyes filled with pain and.. fear.

That makes me pause, Mini was known for being fearless. Facing everything with a smile and a laugh, whether when taking someone’s life or running from the police. Guilt eats away at me knowing I caused that fear, Mini is known for never getting caught but he did because of me. ‘He’s going to die because of my stupid mistakes’ I think but I push that thought from my head. “Don’t be stupid, Craig. I won’t let you die. You’re going to live.”

A sad smile “you.. know that’s not true.. I’m dying, Tyler.. Don’t..” a gasp of pain cuts him off before he continues slowly “don’t.. blame yourself.. Not.. not your fault..”

Tears fill the corners of my eyes, but I push them away focusing on the man in front of me “Mini..” I whisper, guilt filling my voice

“Don’t.. Not.. you’re fault.. it’s not..” Mini gasps out, his breathing becoming slower “Kitty..? Do me..a favor? Don’t die.. live for me..”

“Don’t call me that..”

“Or what..? You’ll..kill me.?” Mini laughs, before wheezing and gasping for air

“I’m sorry..” I mumble for only him to hear “I wish I could stop this”

Mini just a smiles sadly, placing a hand on my face “I’m happy.. at least.. I met you before I died.. I’m happy.. my kitty cat..”

Tears leak from my eyes as his hand falls lifelessly to his side, sadness fills me before anger takes over. Anger that those bastards took him away, took away someone that had their whole life ahead of them. They took him away. The took him away from me! They’ll pay. They’ll all die for this, I’ll make sure of it.

Imagine Just Barely Missing A Headshot from Widowmaker

Originally posted by nikforovs

Originally posted by ineedakpopgif

“One shot…one kill.” Widowmaker said to herself lining up her aim crouched on the roof of the gas station in Route 66. The bullet would go straight through your temple. 

You had your gun at the ready, it was quiet in the small tunnel you stood at. You were waiting for Sombra to appear inches from your face, or perhaps Reaper to come charging in the other side.
Something glinted in the sun making you look down. It was a golden bullet, one you didn’t recognise. 
You crouched down just as Widowmaker pulled the trigger.

You screamed as you heard the gunshot and stumbled back losing your balance. Your eyes widened to see another golden bullet roll along the ground after hitting of the stone wall. There was a small scorch mark on the wall where the bullet had hit. You looked over to the gas station to find Widowmaker look up from her gun with a frown - clearly irritated she had missed.
“Widowmaker!?” You yelled at her. You didn’t want to allow her a second shot so you took off running, determined to find any of your team mates. 

You scrambled into the tunnel, keeping your head low and you soon heard the barking of orders from Soldier 76. Whilst his brash attitude usually scared you, you found comfort and relief flood through you. “Sniper!” You yelled to alert your team mates. “Keep your heads down!” Soldier 76 barked.


Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Genre: Drama/Noir

Word Count: 2360

Warnings: Violence, Blood

Loud music. Blinding lights. Massive crowds. The perfect place for shady business to happen. The large number of people easily concealed those who did not wish to be seen, and it lowered the chances of a shootout. There were multiple exits in case things did go south, and external security guards were bound to get involved, allowing the inconspicuous to slip away without a trace. Yes, this place was perfect. But it was also extremely predictable.

To the trained eye, it was easy to spot those who looked even the slightest bit out of place. To the trained eye, it was a simple task identifying a target, even though they had never before seen or met who they were looking for. And tonight, one particular individual with a trained eye was seated at the bar of the bustling nightclub, patiently waiting for another particular individual to come strolling through the crowd.

They called him the Jiangshi, because like the mythological monster he was nicknamed after, he was swift and deadly. And he, of course, preferred to work at night. The Jiangshi was invisible, no one truly knew who he was, they only knew his reputation. Some even believed that he might indeed, be a real undead creature. But the man behind the monster was, in fact, a highly trained hitman by the name of Huang Zitao, and tonight, he meant business.

Keep reading

Mafia!AU Baekhyun Smut [Requested]


Genre: Smut

Warnings: slight slut shaming/humiliation, dominating themes, orgasm denial, and just good ol’ smut

Word Count: 2318

Keep your fucking mouth shut.” Was the first thing he whispered to you with his warm breath faintly brushing up against your flushed skin, his body pressed so tightly against yours with one hand being used to pin your hands above your head, the other with a tight grip on his gun.

The sounds of gunshots being fired off into the distance hadn’t made you flinch, especially since you’ve been tagging along in your boyfriend’s erroneous duties of illegally becoming involved with drug trades and other activities you’ve decided to keep to yourself. Baekhyun’s eyes as well were unflinching, bullets hitting the wall and flying across the worn down room while he finally leaned over the corner and shot down the last of the henchmen on your tail. He smirked to himself in satisfaction, finally letting your hands loose to fall to the side of your worn down shirt and disheveled denim jeans. Your hair was a mess from all that running, a sheen layer of sweat evident on both of you faces.

“Stay here doll. I need to make sure everything’s okay.” He commanded, as you willfully nodded your head. But just before you could even turn the other direction he had grabbed you by the wrist and leaned closely into your ear. “And go into the bedroom all the way down the hallway while you’re at it. I’d like to give you a little prize for being so obedient this entire trip. Maybe spanking you was the best thing I’ve ever done to discipline you.” Baekhyun grinned, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips before walking away and surveying the area for any more surprise attacks.

It came as a surprise to you as to how his black dress shirt and slacks were in top-shape, still accentuating his broad shoulders and every little detail you couldn’t keep your little hands off for any time longer. Your way down the hallway towards the bed room was spent biting down your bottom lip harshly, thinking about all the different ways Baekhyun took you. From feet away from perpetrators, his hand over your mouth to keep you shut from them hearing your dirty little deeds, and not to mention the way you would shamelessly beg for him to thrust harder ran through your head of yours. It was no game when it came to him, especially since his eyes became so accustomed to all of your irresistible features as well.

Your eyes wandered around the room, the bed in the middle of it with its white, dusty sheets, the curtains hanging loosely from its holdings and the amount of thrown papers and books on the ground made the place look like a robbery. And before you could even walk around and examine anymore of the contents withheld within the books, shelves, and dressers, Baekhyun had already walked into the room with his arms snaking around your waist. His enchanting and intoxicating lips pressed feather-like kisses onto your shoulder, his hands drawing closer and closer to the zipper on your denim jeans.

“You always smell so good, doll.. You’ve been so good to me, what have I done to deserve you baby girl..?” He murmured, turning you around and pressing another sloppy and erotic kiss on your swollen lips.

“I’m all yours.. Take me please, I’m begging you.” You pleaded with desirous eyes, hands running up and down his toned torso as Baekhyun growled at this. His now strong hands pushed you towards the bed, your petite frame falling against the sheets as he climbed over you and immediately undid the buttons on his dress shirt. You took this opportunity to quickly throw your shirt off, exposing your chest covered with a lace bra.

“Oh baby..” He groaned, relishing in the beautiful sight and burying his face into your fleshy mounds and planting kisses onto them. “Beautiful.. Every inch of you is so beautiful, doll..” Baekhyun whispered, now leaving a trail of kisses from your breasts and up to the nape of your neck. His mouth left marks, hickeys to blossom later and as well as a way to ward off any possible on-lookers. And you knew all too well that Baekhyun had a delirious hatred for any man who turned to look at you when you were all for him and only him—not that you were complaining, there wasn’t any man who made you felt as good as Baekhyun did.

He now took this time to finally undo your zipper, sliding down the denim material and indulging in the beautiful lace sight that was your lingerie. Baekhyun licked his lips seductively, his bottom lip being caught in his teeth as he continued to eye you up and down while you looked up at him pleadingly. The sight of you so ready, so pleading for him to take you turned him on; followed by how beautifully tainted you were for him—and only for him.

“Baekhyun.. please..” You whimpered pathetically, and in a desperate attempt to arouse yourself even further your hand slipped itself into your panties and began to toy with your clit. His jaw hung agape at this, the look in his eyes becoming a shade darker and glistening with lust at the lewd sight. Nothing had ever made him this madly turned on, and he was more than willing to show his token of appreciation by pushing your hand away and pulling down the lace fabric to devour your dripping arousal.

A sudden gasp left your lips, his eyes trained on your gaze down at him licking and slurping at you until you felt your head dip back in pleasure. A small smirk curled up on his lips at how your body reacted to the slightest of touches, devouring and savoring in the sweetness that was you. Suddenly, he introduced a finger to toy around with your clit as his tongue worked its way up and down your slit. You could no longer suppress your moans any longer, the way his tongues and fingers magically making you give into the tightening knot in your stomach.

However just before you could even catch your breath, two long and slender fingers entered your hole abruptly and your back arched off of the messy and dusty bed with toe-curling pleasure. Your moans came out broken and hoarse, your tongue unable to string syllables into words as Baekhyun finally moved his face back up to yours while his fingers worked wonders between your legs. Baekhyun relished in the sight of you looking so hopeless beneath his touch, vulnerable to each thrust of his beautiful long fingers and desperate for a release only he could give. And being the cocky tease he was, he playfully took a nipple into his mouth and began to slow the pace of his digits between you.

“N..no.. Baekhyun please.. D-don’t slow down..” You pleaded, clutching onto his biceps with urgency as the knot in your abdomen grew tighter and tighter. But as soon as your orgasm was about to course through your veins violently, he pulled out abruptly and slapped you across the face to humiliate you.

“Aw my poor little slut.. look at how desperate you are to cum.” Baekhyun smirked down at you, your eyes filled with tears as frustration became evident on your face. “Don’t you give me that face baby girl. You don’t want me to spank you again now do you?” He asked, whispering those tantalizing words into your ear as you desperately shook your head from side to side. Anything but that.

“Don’t punish me please..” You said, your voice weaker and smaller from how dry your throat was. He smiled down angelically at you, admiration for you evident on his face as he brought his fingers up to the light. Your cum glistened and deliciously contrasted against the sexually tense atmosphere, and abruptly, he shoved the digits into his mouth to savor more of your taste. “Baekhyun..” You whimpered, turned on madly by this gesture.

“You taste like heaven doll..” Baekhyun groaned. “Now let’s make you cum all over me. We don’t have enough time until the cops find the place ransacked now, do we?” He smirked, gesturing for you to spread your legs open as you were happy to oblige.

Baekhyun soon positioned his body between your legs, unbuckling his slacks while your eyes were trained on his outlined erection through the black fabric. You gulped, watching all of the layers of clothing come off of his toned and delicious body while he threw his clothes somewhere already forgotten. After giving his pressing erection a few experimental strokes, he finally positioned himself right at your entrance at pushed into you roughly—perhaps to have more time in you that in a jail cell.

You both immediately let out content sighs, curses leaving his lips while he dirtily complimented you with remarks regarding to how tight and how deliciously wet you were for him, while you bit down on your bottom lip harshly at how big he was. Immediately, his thrusts became very forceful, every inch of his thick and pulsing member pushing into your tight snatch and driving you closer and closer to the edge of heaven. His pants and warm breaths stroked the side of your cheek, the look of adoring lust all over his face as he continued to press kisses here and there.

As your hands wandered the skin of his back, your nails dug its way deeper and deeper in a way that made him groan out and thrust even harsher into you. Your head was thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Baekhyun began to leave more hickeys onto your tainted neck while his hands roamed your chest and kneaded your breasts. He looked completely delirious in this position, his eyes darkened with lust, a sheen layer of sweat on his face while his eyes were screwed shut in how tightly your walls hugged his member.

“Baby.. H-ah… I love you..” He groaned out, spreading your legs out farther and letting his other hand wander down to you core. HIs fingers easily found your erected clit, teasing and pinching it in a way that made you squirm. “That’s it baby.. Take all of it.. Take it all..” Baekhyun growled, staring down at your vulnerable state of pure need. You shook your head from side to side, his thrusts now managing to hit your sweet spot every, single, time.

You whimpered and mewled, begging for him to slow down but you both knew that in vain—you wanted him to ruin you beyond imagination. And that’s exactly what he did when he ignored your pleads for mercy, thrusting and teasing you in a way that drove you both crazy. How softly he could kiss you, caress you in every place that made your body crave and bend to every word he spoke, and how roughly he could also handle you made your head spin. How on earth had you find such a treasure like Baekhyun? He could honestly say the same thing about you now, and the way how you took all of him and how you begged for more despite the fact you were pushed beyond your limits drove him crazy.

“N-no.. Baekhyun I’m going to.. h-ah..!” You tried to articulate words, only to fail miserably as he head-on hit you in the right place, making your world shatter apart into pieces. Baekhyun was close behind, a final groan and growl leaving his lips as he continued to shoot up white ropes of sexual frustration deep into your tightening core.

“Oh doll.. Mmmph..—” He called out, only to have your lips pressed onto his to shut him up while you continued to ride out your orgasms. Just then, however and unfortunately, the sound of sirens and flashing lights could be heard and seen, interrupting the intimate moment. “Shit, come on baby let’s get dressed. Grab all the bags by the entrance and jump out of the window. I’ll be right behind you to make sure they don’t hurt my precious darling.” Baekhyun grinned, placing a quick kiss on your lips before you both sprinted off the bed and hastily put on your clothes.

The police drew in closer, and this adrenaline rush wasn’t the only reason why you loved being with Baekhyun so much. It was something else about him that made him so irresistible to you. Something you couldn’t quite yet give up just yet. And after you quickly grabbed the bags he instructed you to grab, you already heard the policemen yelling and screaming at each other to surround the perimeter and close off any possible entrances. Too bad they didn’t know about how thoroughly planned out this escape was going to be.

Gunshots were already being fired, Baekhyun’s dress shirt still hanging unbuttoned on his shoulders as he wrapped an arm around your chest and dragged you to the window where you both jumped, possibly two stories. Despite the loud thump, the two of you began to run like madmen towards the exit point you both agreed on and hopped into the car with a loud and painful thud. He grinned over at you, starting the car and already driving off into the sunset and away from the things that held you back. Things that held the two of you back.

“What a day..” You sighed, slumping in your seat and letting a chuckle leave your lips. Baekhyun couldn’t agree anymore, and adjusted his rear-view mirror before cupping your face with his gentle hands.

“I can’t really call it a day unless I hear those pretty little moans of yours against the flashing of blue lights again now, can I?” He smirked, gesturing towards the faint image of blue flashing lights in the mirror while his hands now wandered down to the zipper of your denim jeans once again.

wow I have sinned and I must now scrub in some holy water [heavy breathing] I hope this fulfilled your expectations and that you enjoyed reading! I certainly enjoyed writing it (-; now, back to my holy water.

Admin Youngmi

Baby Come Home (10/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie @iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @castielohcastiel   @irepeldirt  @yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci @shamvictoria11   @hellomissmabel  @summerbummer2001  @captainsteverogerslover

Originally posted by blackinjustice

“Miss Potts needs you, she said it’s urgent.” Lisa’s voice comes through the speaker from the phone on your desk. Looking around confused, you flip close the seat chart you had been working on, standing up and heading out of your office.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Any tips for writing guns + gun scenes ?

Guns are ranged weapons.

No, really, people forget this one a lot. A gun, whether it’s a pistol, a rifle, or a gattling gun, is meant to be used at range. If the opposing person is within eight to ten feet from the person with the gun and the gun is still in its holster, they won’t have time to clear it before they’re reached. The advantage of the gun is distance. If your character is using their gun at close range, then they are making a mistake. If your character is pressing a semi-automatic pistol against another character’s body, then they are (usually) going to be disabling the pistol. On most semi-automatics, pressing the slide back will unseat the battery (the chamber that holds the bullet about to be fired), and it will temporarily disable the weapon.

This is actually one of the main issues with the gun as a self-defense weapon. Most self-defense situations happen within the eight foot range, usually within grabbing distance. Reaching for the gun first is a great way to get killed if they’re too close.

The gun is not some ultimate god weapon or instant win button. In all it’s types, they very effective and dangerous. However, like any weapon, they also come with disadvantages and situations where they don’t shine. This is the main reason for training with and carrying different kinds of guns, and also different kinds of weapons such as knives and training in hand to hand.

There are many different kinds of guns and they all come with their own quirks

“Guns” is a very broad term for a very large variety of weapons. When I say it, I usually think of semi-automatic pistols but really if you’re also thinking assault rifle, shotgun, black powder pistol, machine gun, or blunderbuss, you wouldn’t be wrong. This is long before we leave general categories and get into sub categories like compact, sub compact, automatic, semi-automatic, pump action, and different manufacturer. Many writers (including me when I’m lazy) will use terms like “gun”, “pistol”, or “rifle” to convey a general term and, you know, that works with characters how have no idea how to tell a Glock 17 from a Colt 1911 to a Smith & Wesson. However, if you’re writing a character who owns a gun, then they should probably know what it is.

There’s a wide range of variety amongst the different manufacturers. Not all pistols will carry the same amount of ammunition. Different manufacturers are popular in different areas of the country. While the Glocks are very popular amongst law enforcement groups in the United States, for example, each precinct has their own preferred standard. It varies, sometimes wildly.

So, do your homework.

You want to write about characters using guns, then you need to research them. Find out how they work, find out how to care for them, find out different scuttlebutt, research the different pistols you see characters using in movies and television shows. Research the history behind those weapons, see if the production staff has ever offered up any particular information on why they picked those particular ones and not others. You can use a character’s choice in their weapons to communicate character traits and their combat preferences. Source the real world information on it. That way, you can make executive decisions and you sound more like you know what you’re talking about. (You do!)

Besides, you’ll never know if you never look. One part of being a writer is the acceptance of being a student. Go through gun manuals at your library. Learn about the different kinds. Visit a gun range. Take a few lessons. You don’t ever have to like guns or approve of them, but you should make an effort to figure them out. (Yes, some handguns have a safety that’s a button, some have a switch, and some don’t have them at all.)

Never fire until it’s empty

Continuously firing until you run out of ammunition is a Hollywood trope and a mistake made by people who don’t know how guns work. You don’t drive your car until it runs out of gas. Don’t get caught trying to shoot someone with an empty gun. Also, save those magazines for later, don’t just toss them on the ground, bullets, and magazines, are expensive to replace.

Count your bullets

Your characters can’t really keep track of their enemy’s bullets (and if you’re writing from their perspective you shouldn’t either honestly, not having a full picture of what what the enemy is doing keeps them worrying and tension high), but they should try to keep in mind how many they have.

One bullet is not enough

If you’re going to shoot someone, then shoot them several times. This usually means three to five times to center mass, or until they stop moving. A single bullet is not a guarantee that they are out of the fight. People are durable, they can take quite a bit of punishment and keep going. Guns are not magic, neither are bullets. So, don’t get cocky.

The sign of skill is not in how few bullets a character needs to get their job done, it’s in how efficiently they work and how well they cover their ass. Their ability to close off alternate avenues, to lock their opponent into a predictable path, and finish them off at minimal risk to themselves. A character who is ignoring basic procedure because they think the rules don’t apply to them is an idiot. Yes, the rules still apply to them. Yes, they should probably shoot that guy or girl several times to make sure he’s/she’s down. If they aren’t doing that, then there should probably be consequences.

The bullets have to end up somewhere

So, where are they? Bullets will continue to travel until they hit something. A responsible shooter tries to ensure they don’t hit someone unintended in the process. Bullets go through walls, car doors, and plenty of other objects. Fire randomly into a crowd and you will hit someone, though probably not the one you wanted. Blow through and overpenetration are real issues. Shoot someone with the big ass hand cannon and you may end up hitting someone in the next room. It could be a friend, family member, or random stranger. Manslaughter is still manslaughter. If your character is going to shoot at a burglar, it’s best if they don’t accidentally murder the neighbor’s cat. (Or their neighbor.)

This is all a really fun way of saying: not only do accidents happen, there’s a element of random chance at play no matter who you are. As the writer try to keep track of ammunition spent and where it landed.

Don’t shoot into the sky

What goes up, must come down. Falling bullets can still kill you, protagonist or not, or anyone close to you. This is a real problem that affect real (stupid) gun owners in real life who have watched too many action movies.

If you must fire a warning shot then, please, aim at the ground. It’s safer. Shrapnel will still be a problem and the bullet could bounce, but at least your character has some idea of which direction it went.

Go to a gun range

I didn’t really become comfortable with writing guns until Starke took me shooting. Not until I actually held one (several, actually) in my hands. Practicing on different ones really hammers in the idea that they don’t all feel the same or fire the same, and how loud they are.

In the end, the best teacher is experience. Now, there may be extenuating circumstances for why you personally can’t do this but it’s something everyone should consider.

The best way to develop skill at writing about anything is to learn about it and go in with an open mind. Make an effort. You will be rewarded with knowledge.



*Requested* Imagine Stefan reading his favorite book to you while there´s a thunderstorm outside.

(Here´s a fluffy one for all the Stefan girls and guys out there. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Stefan x Reader,

Story Title: “Lightning Sky”

Word count: 940

Your name: submit What is this?

Lightning illuminates the day followed by the occasional roar of thunder. The wind howls through the street and the rain smashes against the window like bullets hitting a wall. Luckily rain isn´t strong enough to break windows like a bullet would.

You are currently curled up in the arms of your boyfriend Stefan watching your favorite movie for the billionth time. Stefan had to cancel the date he had planned for today because of that horrible weather. Unfortunately not even a vampire can control it. Even though Stefan would have done so in heartbeat. However, a lazy day at home is not the worst either. Especially because he gets to hold you in his arms and trace his fingers over your skin.

Your favorite part of the movie begins and the thunderstorm continue to roll through Mystic Falls. A sudden, loud lightning hits a nearby power line with an ear defening sound. The TV shuts off, as do all the lights and you´re left in complete darkness

Y/N: “Oh come on, really??!!”

Stefan gets up and look out of his small window. You get up as well, trying to find something to light the room with. You both must have left your phones downstairs. Typical.

Stefan: “Looks like the storm cut off the power”

Y/N: “But that was the best scene! Ugh, what the hell should we do now?!”

Stefan giggles at your inability of thinking of stuff to do without anything technology related. He walks over to on of his cupboards and lights a few candles to illuminate the room.

Stefan: “There are a lot of things we could do without electricity, you know.”

Y/N: “So what are we going to do? Start knitting?”

Stefan walks up behind you, and snakes his arms around you, and rests his head on your shoulder.

Y/N: “I mean, you´re old enough for that activity anyway, grandpa.”

Stefan fake gasps.

Stefan: “First of all, how dare you? Second if all, I meant we could do something like reading.”

Y/N: “Oh.“

Keep reading

     It wasn’t until she felt a scurrying on her splayed hair that she SHRIEKED and stood up. While sleep tended to evade her on a regular basis even on the best of nights, tonight was not a good one. Little rattles and scratches kept her up.

          It’s just the wind.

     She told herself, frustratingly tossing and turning in her bed. But when her hair was tugged by the tiniest of paws, she realized finally what was going on.

          A RAT!

     She SHRIEKED a second time as she shot a bullet of flame at her lamp, narrowly almost missing and hitting the wall - what an annoyance another house fire would be. The flicker of the flame illuminated the little rodent, who was staring up at her with a slight twitch of it’s nose.

     She stood there silently, quite unsure of what to do. BURSTING through the door, her mother stared at her with worry.

     ❛ Are you alright? What happened? ❜     She feverishly asked, bypassing the rat and going to her daughter.

     ❛ Rat. ❜     Conjury breathed, pointing to her bed. Angelica furrowed her brows and looked at the thing, her face twisting quickly to DISGUST.

     ❛ FILTHY- VERMIN - I’ll get rid of him dear. Light knows how he got in. ❜     Angelica shoved the sleeves of her billowing robe up and boldly grabbed the rat, who squirmed quite angrily at her, and tossed him outside.

     Now, that could have been the end of it right there. But this carried on for days. Days enough that Angelica hired an exterminator, a contractor, and even bought a multitude of mouse traps. But to no avail. For four days that rat returned. And for four days Angelica tried her best to get rid of him.

     Like clockwork, Conjury found that little guy sitting on her pillow every night. His pitch-coloured coat much cleaner and softer than that of his street-walking kin, and his eyes alight, paws soft. He never bit her, never scratched. It soon got to the point where she would just stare back at him, occasionally whisper in the DARKNESS as if he were a friend.

     It took a great deal of convincing to stop Angelica from her rat-murderous rampage, but Conjury eventually got her mother to agree to let her keep the tiny thing. After all, it seemed to like her, and all of her mother’s efforts were proving extraordinarily unsuccessful.

     She settled on the name DOMINIC, after her father, the rodent’s black hair a direct mimic of her papa’s own.

     They grew rapidly close in the days this whole debacle unfolded, he even found a great home in the crest of her hood - hiding in her hair and cuddling up against her neck. He liked the warmth (what little she gave), she liked the company.

     He felt a bit like an earpiece, like someone to talk to on her lonely walks. He would sometimes nudge her or tsthk tsthk tsthk in return. That was enough for her, at least someone was listening.

Toxic - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: Can you write a song fic with the song Toxic by Britney Spears and have be with either Dick or Jayson? I heard the song and thought it’d suit either of them somehow. Btw, your blog is amazing! Hugs and Kisses 😀 (requested by anon)

“Can I get you anything, sir?” You asked the handsome looking passenger with the bright white streak in his hair. You briefly wondered if he had dyed it that color.

“I’m good.” He answered without a second glance in your direction. You nodded and continued down the aisle of the airplane servicing the other passengers. His curtness didn’t bother you, working as an airline stewardess you’ve seen your fair share of hot jerks before. You shrugged him off and continued with your job.

The rest of the flight was fairly uneventful and by the end of your shift you were exhausted. You were dead on your feet as you walked through the airport to catch a taxi to the hotel room you were staying in before your next flight.

“GET DOWN!” A voice yelled before someone tackled you to the ground. You let out a startled scream as your body roughly hit the ground and bullets started hitting the wall behind you. You looked over to see that familiar white streak, the face of the man now covered by a mask. It was definitely the same handsome jerk, you were sure of it.

“Keep your head down!” He commanded as he pulled you to safety behind a car. He pulled out his gun and started to shoot back at the unknown threat.

“Why are they shooting?” You cried with panic in your voice.

“Don’t worry. They’re shooting at me.” He reassured.

“That’s not at all comforting. Why are they shooting at you?” You questioned covering your ears from the loud gunshots.

“Long story.” He answered shortly while continuing to shoot. Then the shooting suddenly stopped and the mysterious masked passenger pulled you to your feet and started dragging you towards the parking garage. “Come on. We need to get out of here, preferably before they send back up.”

We? I just want to go to my hotel room and sleep!” You exclaimed as you ran through the parking garage.

“Yeah well me too, lady. But right now you’re probably safest with me than anywhere else. You wanna leave? Go ahead but I’m not responsible for whatever happens to you.” He said looking along the rows of cars for where ever he was parked. You could faintly hear gunshots off in the distance, making you think twice about leaving this mysterious bad ass’s side.

“I’ll stay.” You said shuffling faster in your heels to catch up with him. He stopped at a fancy fast looking car. He turned his back to you and fiddled with the door to get it open. You couldn’t see what he did you just knew it probably wasn’t legal.

“Get in.” He commanded leaning into the car and pushing the passenger side open for you.

“Is this your car?” You questioned suspiciously eying how he crouched down to fiddle with something under the steering wheel. He looked up at you with a raised skeptical eyebrow.

“If this was my car do you really think I would need to hotwire it? Just get it.” He commanded. The engine roared to life and he slid himself into the driver’s seat. Without further complaint you got into the passenger’s side and buckled the seat belt. Something told you this wasn’t going to be a gentle ride.

“So we’re stealing it?” You asked as he hastily drove out of the parking deck, tires squealing at the effort.

“Borrowing.” He corrected. “Besides with a car like this, the dude probably has multiple cars. He won’t miss it. Don’t worry about it.” He reassured.

“I highly doubt that.” You argued.

“You’d be surprised what rich people won’t miss.” He retorted.

“Who are you?” You asked in disbelief. You were just some random flight attendant so why is any of this happening to you?

“I’m afraid that’s classified, [Y/N].” He responded with a playful smirk.

“How do you –“

“Nametag.” He responded before you could finish your question. You looked down at your own chest to be reminded that you were still in your uniform.

“Right.” You nodded and the car fell into silence as you sped away from the airport completely ignoring all road laws and speed limits. You had to admit for how he disregarded all road laws he was a pretty amazing driver.

Usually at this point normal people would be losing their shit. In just the past hour you had been shot at, dragged around by a mysterious masked man who was also shooting, accomplice to grand theft auto, and now being taken god-knows-where. You should be freaking out but instead you were excited. A part of you that you never knew you had was enjoying the rush. You almost didn’t want the night to end but your exhaustion started to take its toll on you as you drove further out of the city and came down from your adrenaline rush. You fell asleep with your head resting against the window and didn’t wake up until the car came to a stop.

“Where are we?” You asked with a yawn while rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Berlin.” He answered.

“Berlin? Weren’t we just in Munich?” You asked. When you got a look at the time on the clock you groaned and buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god! I had a flight this morning. I’m so fucking fired!” You moaned.

“Look, I understand I really do but they saw you with me. At this point they’re probably looking for you too. We both just need to lay low for now.” He explained. He almost seemed apologetic for the situation that he had put you into.

“You know a guy like you should come with a warning label.” You said crossing your arms over your chest.

“That’s what this is for.” He said point up to his white streak. “Not my fault if you misread the label.”

Please. You totally dye that thing.” You argued skeptically with an eye roll.

“Nope. All natural.”

“Bullshit.” You accused.

“It’s true!” He insisted. “Now, as fun as borrowing this car was we need to make a quick stop at my safe house to eat, crash, and change cars.  Preferably in that order.” He said. The man drove the rest of the way to wherever he was going and stopped in front of what appeared to be and office complex. You both got out of the car and walked a couple of blocks the rest of the way to his place.

He lead you into his apartment and told yourself to make yourself at home while he cooked something up real quick. The apartment was actually really nice compared to his scraggly bad boy appearance. You expected some dingy run down drug den type place that had only one bed. Well, you were right about the one bed part. This place truly was only set up for him to crash whenever he happened to be in town which meant basically the only furniture in this apartment was a bed and a kitchen table with a few chairs.

“Only one bed?” You questioned.

“I can sleep on the floor if you’d like. I’ve slept on worse.” He shrugged.

“No! It’s fine! I’m not bothered by sleeping in the same bed. Just no funny business, alright?” You warned.

“I’d worry about yourself, princess. I’ll have you know that women tell me I’m irresistible.” He bragged.

“Can I at least know your name if we’re going to be running around Europe together and sleeping in the same beds?” You asked.

“Jason.” He answered honestly with a small smile. When it came time for you two to crash in the bed the two of you fell asleep pretty quickly both keeping to your respective ends of the bed. When you woke up though, you found yourself cuddling into his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The morning light was just starting to filter into the room and illuminated Jason’s peaceful face as he slept. As he lay there unaware you took this chance to study his features, the hard lines, the soft curve of his lips as breathed evenly in and out, how the scarring along his body only seemed to add to his beauty. Even with all the shit that had happened you were so unbelievably attracted to him.

“Are you just going to continue staring or are you going to kiss me?” He mumbled sleepily as his eyes started to peek open. You blushed deeply and tried to stutter out an answer but failed. He chuckled to himself and brought his hand up to tilt your chin. He leaned his head down and softly connected his lips to yours. As the two of you lazily kissed you couldn’t help but to feel intoxicated by him. With one taste of his lips you were addicted. It felt so right, you weren’t sure if you ever wanted this wild ride to ever end.

“So if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” He asked.

And this is where the beginning of your lifelong adventure with this man begins.

Metal Torture - Chapter 13

AN: Things are definitely about to take a turn.  The next two chapters are HUGE and I’ve broken them into two different perspectives.  I’m really excited to share them, because they’re a lot of fun.  Look for those in the coming days.  

Thank you for all your love, my lovelies! 

Warnings: The typical smut and violence.  


The gun in my hand exploded to life, surprising me and falling to the ground. I heard an intake of breath behind me and turned to see Frost staring at me, his face blank.

“I’m guessing from your expression that I’m not supposed to drop it?” I smiled, bending over to pull the Uzi from the ground.

“Perhaps we should start with something a little less jumpy.” Frost suggested, stepping forward and pulling a 9mm Beretta from the table. Before I could say anything, he slid the magazine in place with a click.

“Awww,” I pouted. “I like to put the magazine in.”

With a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, Frost released the magazine, and reached out the two items to me. I took them from him with a broad smile and quickly slammed the magazine into place, racking the slide on the gun, chambering a bullet. Turning, I faced down the shooting range, the targets looming in the distance.

Keep reading