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#ok but...that is literally what Ex Machina is about #it's satire on white men's fear #executed brilliantly by Oscar and the redhead guy #not so much by Vikander bc I'm pretty sure #she was acting this version of 'feminism' #that goes hand-in-hand with white men's fear of insubordination #anyway I have a thicker analysis of this film #that extends deeper than the story #and right into the script and choice of directing/acting #don't get me wrong there's a lot about the movie that is very much male gaze #but to me its the same as Gone Girl in its muddy messaging
yeah like Byrneâs analysis is VERY pinned to a narrow white feminism -- to the extent where it falls apart completely when you consider that the creator of the AI in Ex Machina isnât a white guy. Just because she read Oscar Isaacâs tech genius character as white doesnât mean he is. Maybe she should rethink who exactly is doubting the sentience of people of colour in this scenario
Monica Byrne
#chromatic geeky#ex machina#white feminism#honestly the 'women good men bad' reading of ex machina#is a real shallow one#bc there's enough in there in terms of race#and gendered panic#and power dynamics that shift along multiple axes#to make for a more nuanced examination#but sure yeah let's leverage the fear#of making white women subservient
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a mirror in half-light
18+ 1.5k. homelander x supe f!reader. blood, dirty talking, cunnilingus, use of telepathic powers, acts of violence mentioned (not between reader and HL)
From someone so concerned with shielding his mind, Homelander quickly comes to appreciate your telephatic powers and how useful they can be. Especially during a boring Seven meeting.
prompt sent by @infinetlyforgotten, thank you so much đ€
When you were first introduced to the Seven, many, including your new colleagues, compared you to Mindstorm. Sure, there were some similaritiesâthe ability to see a personâs thoughts or to project specific images. But thatâs where it ended.Â
The ace up to your sleeve, which distinguishes you and earned your supe name as Quickstep, is both your telepathic precognition, giving you leverage in hand to hand combat, and your crown and gloryâpossession. Supe or non-supes, all could have their minds hijacked by you; an ability Vought decided not to publicize.Â
Your fellow partners in fighting crime knew, though; and from day one you could feel Homelander watching you with suspicion, a stare so filled with distaste your knees almost buckled.Â
Seeing you in a corridor, Homelander signaled for you to approach.
âQuickstep,â he sneered, invading your personal space until he towered over you and your neck ached from looking so high up. âIf I catch you using your little powers on me, be sure Iâll crack your spine. Itâll be easier than stomping on an ant. Got it?â His sudden artificial smile did nothing to lessen the weight of his words.Â
Homelander was your hero, always, since childhood. Not only that, ever since you saw him for the first time, the shining blue eyes, the softness of his blonde hair, that commanding voice... You were a goner. And he most certainly knew. The disappointment almost, almost broke your heart.Â
Little by little, however, with the unspoken promise you wouldnât pry on his mind, youâd grown close. Partners in fighting crime, yeah, of course, but you had his back, no matter what.Â
In one of your missions together, Homelander smeared in an innocentâs blood from head to toe, your first instinct was to help himâclean the mess. And you couldnât lie, him in his violence and brutality did something to you.Â
âHey, you,â you murmured. âLet me help you, okay? Let me take care of it. Let me protect you.â
Surprisingly, he acquiesced. It took no more than minutes to possess the mind of some poor bystanders, having them fight and commit atrocious acts; they wouldnât know what came over them and Vought would be too happy not to disclose. In quick action, the narrative changed; from rabid supe, to terrorist crowd.Â
Later, you found yourself in his penthouse, in his bathtub, naked and cleaning the gore as he squeezed your waist. When you sealed your relationship with a bloodied kiss, you knew there was no turning backâand you loved it. Loved his quirks, his humor, his beautiful nose and soft hair, loved his flaws and all that came with it. Loved the tie that bound you forever.Â
âI love you. I love you so much,â you whispered in his ear as you lay in his bed, a few hours before your meeting with the rest of the Seven. âI ache for you all the time. It overflows, sometimes.â You giggled, remembering when your desire burned you so passionately, so intensely, your mind had one focal point: Homelander and what he could do to your body. Without realizing, all your wants and needs were suddenly projected on his mind.
In the first time, you were fearful heâd throw a fit, but he simply grinned devilish at you.Â
âWow,â he laughed. âIf Iâd known more about your dirty little mind I would have put it to use a long time ago, babe.âÂ
After that, it became a fixture, in bed, in daily moments where voicing your thoughts wasnât an option, or in missions when silent communication was useful. And bit by bit, he delighted in it, veritable proof of your devotion and love.
As it were, in this stolen moment, cuddled in his bed, he answered. âAnd I love you, my darling, My own mirror.â He nuzzled your neck. âNo need to scream in my mind, Iâm gonna eat your pretty pussy until you beg me to stop.âÂ
âIâd never,â you said breathily.Â
Slowly kissing from your collarbone, to your stomach and thighs, mischievously looking you in the eye as he bit and kissed and licked everywhere around your cunt. His strength was enough to keep you in the exact place he wanted. Such a delicious torture.Â
Finally he turned his attention to your clit, dragging his tongue over it in elaborate patternsâhe was relentless, and you both moaned at the contact. You were loud, thrashing and screaming at the slightest touch, but only for him. He played your body perfectly.Â
Your hands found his hair, soft to the touch, and yanked, wanting him closer and he groanedâthe vibrations going straight to your core. Soon he started tongue-fucking, just as you liked it, going deep and slow, alternating to trace your slit from your asshole to your clit; not one part of you ignored.Â
âFuck, you taste so good. Youâre fucking made for me, your pussy is mine, mine, understand that?â
âItâs yours! Itâs all yours. Please, Homelander, pleaseââ
âPlease what?â
âLet me come, let me come in your mouth, I want to feel you.â It was all too much, the mess his tongue made, the wetness running down your pussy and dripping in the mattress.
Moaning, he plunged two fingers deep inside you, as he squeezed your ass, bringing you even closer. You cried from the pleasure he woke in you, and even in this madness you caressed his hair, closing your legs until he was in the position you liked most: with a perfect view of his face, his soft locks, his bright eyes.Â
He smirked, squeezing you tighter, until you no longer touched the bed, and he slapped your ass so hard your whole body trembled.Â
âLike that, princess? Like when I do whatever the fuck I want with your sweet body? Now show me. Show me what you want.âÂ
You complied instantly.Â
You imagined him feasting on your pussy, licking it all until his spit and your slick became one and the same. His fingers marking your ass, your thighs; biting so deeply even your invulnerable skin would cleave to his superior strength. You wanted his tongue deep inside you, for yours on end, fucking your pussy so good your legs would spasm and you would scream for all the Tower to hear, pussy clenching just the way he liked. You wanted it allâHomelander slurping on your clit and swirling his tongue, making you squirt and swallowing it all, leaving his chin a beautiful fucking mess.Â
In the aftermath, body boneless and exhausted, you wanted his fingers, for him to drag it all over your juices and make you swallow and gag on it. Then, in a little tenderness, he'd give you a breathtaking kiss, further proof of your intimate lovemaking.Â
As you projected all of this on his mind, his smile grew bigger, more wicked. And you knew he'd deliver it, or even more.Â
âYou really are such a slut.â You giggled; it was all in the game.
Later on, as all the Seven were debating their latest terrorist attack, and what plan they'd need to put in action, all you could think was Homelander. His hands on you, his tongue lapping at your clit and his disheveled hairâwhich, you noticed, he didn't fix for the meeting. It wasn't fair, he was too mean at taunting you.
You couldn't keep your eyes off of him and he knew. Flashes of your morning together ran through your mind. No matter how satisfied you'd been, you wanted more, again, all the time. You wanted his kisses and devastation, his head between your legs and his mouth both teasing and giving you the most world-shattering pleasure.Â
You wanted to caress his hair, your newfound obsession, while he fucked you, hiting that sweet spot and filling you up with his come.
In your daydreams, you tuned out from the conversation, and like being burned you found Homelander staring straight at you, an expression oh so familiar. Unintentionally he'd become the spectator of your fantasies.Â
Rising from his chair so quickly you barely caught it, Homelander said, âThat's enough for today. I have other things to take care of. Quickstep, you stay.â
Whispers of complaint were quickly shut down, as Homelander glared at them until each and everyone left the room.
âWell, well, seems like someone is still wantin' for more.â
He laid his hands on your chair, then turned it so you were face to face.Â
âI couldn't help it,â you smirked. âI can't get enough.â
âBut that's not fair, don't you think?" He clucked his tongue. "It's your turn to please me.â He pulled you from the chair, and manhandled you until you fell to your knees with a thud. âNow, princess, get to work.â
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how about lando letting his girl be on top for the first time ??? luv u
đ you've made my inbox so happy â sending you kisses
it was perhaps the fourth, fifth, time you'd slept together before you swallowed your nerves and asked lando if you could be on top this time. almost immediately you felt a wave of embarrassment, the urge to bury your head in your hands and pretend you hadn't uttered a word became overwhelming as you tried to inspect how your newish boyfriend was going to react.
the position you were in had already formed that all-too familiar knot in your stomach â sat in his lap as his blunt fingernails dug into the bare flesh of your thighs. for a split second he thought he misheard you, only realising what exactly you'd proposed when you ducked your head to finish tracing your forefinger over his collarbones. you couldn't stop your babbling, even when you tried; "it's justâ i'd hate for you to think that you always have to do all the work, especially because i know how much you enjoy it andâ lando stop making this awkward!"
he'd only be able to shut you up by gripping your cheeks, squeezing them together gently as he raised his eyebrow in a manner of are you finished yet? and lando wasn't entirely sure on how to respond: simply catching your lips with his as you shuffled that little bit closer, whining almost pathetically into his mouth as he tilted his head back, letting your tongue slip further against his. it was a messy kiss, a heated one laced with urgency as he felt the blood rush to where your bodies were connected.
you were thankful that he was pressed against the headboard, the wooden piece offering leverage as you lifted your hips just enough for you to bunch his shirt up onto your waist and lando to kick his boxers between the sheets. he couldn't take his eyes off you, even if he tried, enthralled with the way you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you nudged yourself against his tip, "just go slow, yeah? don't want my girl to hurt herself."
his words offered solace as you strangled back a whimper, barely able to lift your chin from your chest as lando's hands cupped the back of your thighs for support. the angle was different â one that made your cunt stretch in a new way, the pounds of your heart drowning out any mewls that left your mouth as you pushed him further inside of you.
it was lando who stopped you halfway down his length, his forehead scrunched as his sight became impeded by a strand or two of his hair. it was picturesque: the way his biceps flexed as he held you tightly, a sheen of sweat coating his skin as he dropped his vision to where he had disappeared inside of you. his moans were incoherent, a mixture of fuck and your name as he guided your movements, only letting you sink deeper when he heard the way you drawled out your pleads.
mouths clashing he concealed your quiet whines of pain, his tip kissing your cervix in a way that you'd never felt before. his lips didn't leave your, hungrily attached as you languidly rocked your hips, hands clung onto the back of his head as you pulsated around him. lando's hands trailed from the curve of your ass to between your legs, the wetness that coated his fingers earning a groan as he thumbed at your clit â the pleasure surging through your veins as you listened to him groan, neither of you set on cumming anytime soon in fear the euphoria would end too quickly.
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request for curvy girl and Miguel on their first date night after having a baby?
[Parents Night Out]
 Pairing: Miguel OâHara x Curvy!Reader, Fem!Reader
summary: Miguel and his girl enjoy a night out without their baby as best as they can.
content warning: fluff, mom and dad pet names as endearment (and a hint at something more), Miguel loves readerâs body, some mentions of a horror?? film (but nothing gruesome or horrible), a little suggestive but mostly fluff
word count:Â 2k
a/n: It took me a while to get here, but I hope you enjoy it!
You pull your dress down at the sides, smoothing out the wrinkles, the material scrunching up every time you move.Â
Dangly earrings to match the necklace on your chest, a spritz of perfume to your wrists and neck, a slide of gloss across your lips, and a final look in the mirror to see if everything was in check.Â
âHoney, you almost ready?â
Miguel stepped into the bedroom, eyes focused on the cuff of his shirt.
âYeah, I just need to put on my heels,â you peer at him through the mirror and turn around. âYou look very handsome right now.â
Miguel peered up at you with a soft smile on his face. He walks over to you as you stand, âThank you and you look stunning, Mama.â He runs his hands over your hips, squeezing the plush skin.
âNo, no, no. We said no baby talk tonight!â you chide like you didnât almost cry leaving your baby at your momâs house. You gave her what felt like a binder full of notes just for her to lodge it back in your passenger seat with a comment on how she knew what she was doing. When you got back to your house, you wallowed for an hour before realizing that you could finally take a long, long nap without the small cries of Gabriella forcing your eyes open.
âI didnât say anything!â He holds his hands up. âIâm just saying your name.â
You hum as your head tilts, âIs this just a scheme for me to call you Daddy?â
Miguel pursed his lips before he answered, âNo. But, Iâm not opposed to that.â
âOf course, youâre not,â you laugh as you move him out of your way.Â
He follows you as you walk to the closet and grab your shoes, hands never leaving you when you bend down deep.
âIâm not sure if youâre aware of this,â you sigh as you snap back up and look at him from the corner of your eye. âBut we have to make it out of the house today.â
âWeâre going, I promise,â he kissed your lips. âLet me put on your heels for you.â
Miguel held your waist as you both walked to the door, taking constant glances at you.Â
During the third trimester, you had worried that the baby would change your body drastically, a frown on your face as you rubbed cocoa butter onto your stretch marks. Miguel was always there, taking over with steady rubs and affirmations into your skin.Â
You were doing something magical and remarkable by bringing another human into this world, by having his child. He was going to remind you everyday that you were beautiful.Â
Plus, the baby weight only made him love your body more. Heâs been holding you from the waist down nonstop for a little over a year now.Â
He let you use his shoulders as leverage as he slid your strappy shoes on and kissed your knee after tying the strings tight. The movement was a habit built from your pregnancy and inability to see your feet.
âLetâs go party.â
The two of you were a vision in coordinating red and black. Miguelâs tiny details from his tie and threading matching the dark velvet of your dress.Â
Getting to the restaurant is the fun part.Â
He wonât let you touch a single door handle, running to every door before you can even blink.Â
He holds your hand as you step into the passenger seat and buckles your seatbelt for you, grinning wide when you peck his cheek.Â
On the way to the reservation, the two of you sing wholeheartedly to R&B with no fear of waking the baby with the slightest sound.Â
At a red light, Miguel belts through a long riff using your hand as a mic as you laugh at his antics. When the song switches to something even more romantic, heâs gripping your thighs and rubbing circles into the top of your hand.Â
When he pulls up closer to the restaurant, you gasp loud.Â
âMiguel!â your eyes sparkled as you read the large sign. It was a place you were dying to try for over a year, but every time you called, they were booked. âHow did you even get a reservation?â
âI have my ways.â
At the valet, he runs around the car and guides you out, holding your purse for you, not wanting to see you bothered with it.Â
He handled everything tonight, from the place you were going to, to the reservations to the movie tickets. You could only see him as he gave his name to the host at the front.Â
âThank you,â you say to him once you both are inside and settled at a table. âSuch a gentleman tonight.â
âAnything for you. Donât want you to worry at all. Just enjoy this.â
The waiter came with complementary bread and water, sliding the menus in front of you both. Miguel ordered a bottle of wine, not even gawking at the price, while your eyes scanned the list of options.Â
You both settled on an appetizer to share, entrees to split, and a sweet dessert to feed each other.Â
âItâs so lovely in here,â you look around, the dim lighting making it a more intimate scene. A jazz band was playing softly on a stage and the centerpieces sparkled on the table. âI love it.â
âIâm glad,â Miguel reached across the table, âI know youâve been eyeing this place for a while. I really wanted to surprise you.â
Your eyes almost tear up taking in his sincere expression, âThank you, truly. This means a lot that you listened.â
âListening to you comes easy. Itâs only when I canât do something to help you that I feel like everything closes in.â
âOh,â you blink fast at his words. You look up and fan at your face, âMiguel thatâs-â
He pulls out his handkerchief, not wanting you to ruin your makeup.Â
âDonât cry here, baby,â his voice is soft and sweet.Â
âI wonât. I just love you lots.â
âAnd I love you lots more.â
By the time the food comes, you both have stated several more love declarations and recounted your younger days together. You helped yourself to glass or two of wine, the smile never leaving your face, but the giggles escaping every second.Â
Now, Miguel was telling you an old story about how he busted his ass to impress you.Â
âYou donât get it, cariño. I was soâŠadamant about getting a certain look because I was certain you didnât even know who I was.â
âWhat you donât know is that a lot of women love nerdy men. I definitely noticed you, I was just waiting on you to make a move.âÂ
Miguel fed you the last bits of a cream puff dessert, watching your lips slide over the fork.Â
You hum and cover your mouth as you chew, âDo you remember that punk phase you had?â
âOh, would you look at that,â Miguel glances at his watch and waves down a waiter. âIf we donât leave right now, weâre going to miss the movie.â
You cackle at the peeved look on his face.
He was cute with his uneven mullet and pleather jackets. It definitely wasntât his scene, though.
The night continues in a pink, warm haze. The sun is slowly setting as you both head to the theater. Miguel hands you more comfortable shoes and places his tie in the back.Â
Itâs fun to walk into the theater hand-in-hand like a young couple without a care in the world. Buying a popcorn bucket to share and big slushies like you didnât just eat.Â
The movie is what messes you both up.Â
It starts off nice. The two of you are settled on the last row with no one else around, the perfect spot for cuddles, kisses, and more.Â
Miguel moves the middle arm to bring you closer to him and you slot into his hold like butter.Â
The main characters are a couple moving into a new home in the middle of nowhere with a teenager, a child, and a baby. Itâs sweet and a little cliche with the couple thinking that the change in scenery would help them connect with their oldest daughter.Â
However, of course, thereâs something wrong with the house. Itâs a bit too perfect, the area too serene.Â
You hold Miguel tight as you watch the mom and dad fight for their lives to make sure whatever entity that resided in their house didnât take their family away from them.Â
The father is kicking through a bolted door, trying to pry it open for freedom. The mother is holding her daughter by the legs as she tries to keep her brother alive. You breathe easier as she pulls her brother out of the crumbling floorboards. Your heart stops its rushing pace as you see four of the family members rushing outside.Â
âWhereâs the baby?â Miguelâs voice snapped you back into pace. His hands were firm on your skin but his eyes were glued to the screen.Â
âI, I donât know,â you whisper.
The scenes that played after had Miguel anxiously moving in his seat. His foot was shaking by the end of the chair, his arms were twitching around your body, and his hands kept fiddling with your jewelry.Â
The dad traversed his way back through the house, listening for cries. Miguel looked like he was holding back a yell, body leaning forward as he locked in on the scene.Â
The father made it out alive with his baby daughter in his arms.Â
By the time the movie was over, the velvet of your dress had his handprints all over.Â
You look at him as the lights turn on, his face blank of emotion.Â
The walk to the car is quiet, nothing to be heard but the crickets in the grass and the blast of music from someoneâs passing vehicle.Â
When he slides into the driverâs seat, you lean over the console with a squeeze to his arm, âAre you alright?â
âIs it,â his hand grips the wheel. âIs it ok if we call your mom? To check on Gabriella.â
âOf course, baby,â you rub his shoulders and pull out your phone, your mothers number at the top of your most-recent list.
After a few rings, she picks up. Her head shakes as she takes in both of you with your heads smooshed together in the cameraâs view.Â
âLook at you both,â she fusses. âJust sad.â
The camera blurs for the longest seconds of your lives, and then it shuffles over a sleeping Gabriella. Her chunky belly moved up and down with her soft breaths and her eyelashes long against her cheeks. She was like a little angel, tiny fingers twitching every now and then.Â
Miguel let out a long breath next to you as if he was holding it all this time.Â
The camera goes back to your mom who shuffles back to her own bedroom, âDo you two know what the definition of break is?â
âYeah, mom. Miguel just wanted to check on her. The movie we watched frazzled him a bit.â
âIt didnât frazzle me,â Miguel sniffed. âIâm just a concerned father.â
âWell get unconcerned and donât call me back! Me and my grandbaby are perfectly fine and youâll see her tomorrow. Got it? Good.â
She hung up as you let an affronted sound, âI guess you heard that.â
The night ends a little easier. Miguel is more relaxed and decides to take advantage of the empty house.Â
He prepares a hot relaxing bath filled with bubbles and a flowery aroma, candles lighting the bathroom while you turn on a sultry playlist and bring out some champagne.Â
Thereâs a dark glint in Miguelâs eyes as you step into the tub, body open for him to see. You bend down and lay on him face to face.Â
âThis was an amazing date night. Baby-snatcher house and all.â
âWe should do it again sometime,â Miguel massages his hands into your back. âWhile we still can.â
âBut for tonight?â your hands run over his wet shoulders, eyes roaming from the curves and turns of him up to his lips to his eyes. âLetâs have fun.â
Miguel groaned as his lips met yours, the water splashing around as his legs move to the edges of the tub.
âLetâs go all night.â
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taste on my tongue; jude bellingham
summary: youâre always open to new things in the bedroom
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (m), throat fucking basically
notes: you can find my masterlist here. this was originally a hey jude ask that i promised to write but i cant find the link to the prompt anymore :((
your head was hanging off the edge of the mattress, phone held up high as you scrolled through tiktok, eyes feeling a little heavy lidded with the need for sleep. you could hear jude in the bathroom, switching the shower off, the low sounds of him humming an unknown tune growing louder as he walked through the door. you remained in your spot, dropped your phone to the bed and watched him upside down.
he had a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else. water droplets still clung to his skin, slipped down along the ridges in his muscles and got lost in the ladder of hair leading into the towel. you could see the outline of his cock through the material and you swallowed, eyed it with unfiltered hunger.
"need to grab some more of that body wash you use, i just finished the bottle." he announced, watching you curiously with his brows pressed together, wondering why you were half hanging off his bed. he came a little closer, swiped his thumb lovingly over your cheek.
"you used all my body wash?"
"was only a little bit left." you weren't sure that was true but arguments failed you because jude had a look in his eyes. that look that said he was seconds away from ruining you. his fingers trailed the soft skin of your throat, completely exposed to him and you shuddered, blinked heavily at the bulge that was growing bigger under the towel. "you've never sucked my dick like this before."
"you've never asked me to." your words were slightly breathy, voice wavering when his palm found your cheek again, thumb against your bottom lip. you licked teasingly at the pad. "could do it now."
"now?"
"uh huh, y'know, if you want to." you reached out and smoothed your palm over his cock, annoyed the towel was still in the way. jude blew out a breath and pressed a little further into your hand. it was a little awkward from your angle but he didn't seem to mind, his eyes locked on yours.
"do you want to?"
"i always wanna suck you off." you muttered and he blew out a breathy laugh at that, bent down so he could kiss you, a soft brush of his mouth over yours before he was straightening up again. he tugged the towel open and let it fall to the floor, your gaze trailing over his thighs and half hard cock. he spit into his hand before wrapping his fist around the base and your stomach tightened.
"we can stop whenever you want to, just tap my thigh twice, yeah?"
"yeah." jude pumped his cock a few times to get himself hard, fist squeezing the tip as he gave a soft hiss. you weren't sure where to look, you wanted to watch the way his fingers teased over his cock, how his chest glistened from the left over droplets of water, the soft look of pleasure on his face as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. you settled on his cock, a desperate neediness taking over as you pressed your thighs together.
"open up f'me, baby." he mumbled, voice a little rough with want. his thumb brushed over your cheek, slid across your bottom lip as you let your jaw tip open. jude tapped his cock against your cheek and then he was pressing it into your mouth, his head falling back on a low moan at the first feel of you. you let yourself relax, thighs pressed tight together to dull the ache that was starting to grow. âoh, fuck.â
he only worked the first part of his cock passed your lips, careful at first not to push you too far for fear of hurting you despite the bubbling need in his chest. your lips suctioned around him, a happy hum vibrating through you as he slowly started to rock his hips, one of his hands holding the side of your face for leverage. you could hear his heavy breaths, the light hitches when your tongue swirled over him and your pussy fluttered, hole leaking with a need to be filled.
jude let out a breathless moan, his thighs tensing against your palms and you wished you could see him, could see the pinched look of pleasure on his face and the vein that bulged in his neck. you knew heâd look devastatingly pretty and you reminded yourself you wanted to record this next time. the heavy feel of his cock against your tongue was driving you insane but you wanted, needed, more. you needed him to fuck himself completely down your throat, to use you without hesitation. he was being too gentle and you knew that holding back was killing him.
nails sinking into the meat of his thighs you tugged, pulled so he hips would press further forward and more of his dick sunk passed your open lips. a garbled moan followed, muffled by judeâs skin and was quickly replaced by a disappointed whine when he pulled out, a trail of spit connecting your lips to his tip.
âbabe-baby, wait.â youâd tried to pull jude back in but he laughed held you still, his cock teasingly just out of reach. he was soft when he wiped the spit from your lips, his gaze blown out with lust but somehow still loving when he glanced down at you. âi donât wanna hurt you. weâve never- youâve never done it like this and i donât wanna go too rough.â
you understood what he was saying, when you gave him head normally youâd be on your knees or between his legs, positions which were easy enough for you to take back control if you needed to. this position left you vulnerable, gave you very little control but thatâs what you wanted. you wanted jude to take what he needed from you, to use you until he couldnât stand straight. you knew you could take it. you curled your hands around his thighs and pulled him back towards you, tongue teasing over the head of his cock until he hissed.
âsâokay, i can take it. promise.â wet kisses were pressed against the underside of his length and he shuddered, blew out a shaky breath. âiâll tap out if i need to but i want you to do this. please.â it was the soft plea that did him in, the desperate, needy tone you usually used when you wanted to cum and then he was sinking back into the heat of your mouth.
âalways so fucking greedy. always want more.â jude was taunting you, teasing as the tip of his cock nudged the back of you throat and you gagged, nails sinking into his skin again. you relaxed into the mattress, let him buck his hips towards your face and fill your throat over and over, eyes closed as you focused on breathing through your nose. âfeels good, baby. fuck, yâalways take me so well.â
you made a muffled noise of appreciation at that and he tapped your cheek in acknowledgment, a soft slap before his palm was settling against your throat. he could see his cock bulging every time he fucked inside of you, filling out your throat and making him light headed. he squeezed just a little, rocked his hips slowly so he could feel the shape of his dick against his palm on every forward press.
the feeling of his hand on your throat was making you dizzy, an overwhelming need taking over your body. you were alight with want, needing desperately for him to touch you, to relieve some of the pressure that was building. you knew your pussy was soaked, had ruined your underwear and the sheets beneath you, begging for some sort of attention. your clit throbbed and your hole fluttered, a desperate sound getting mixed with a gag as it become too much having him pressed so deep.
jude was pulling out before you could tap his thigh, his cock sliding over your cheek and creating a mess you were too turned on to be embarrassed about. your own thighs were pressed tight together to dull the ache and you sighed when he released your throat and stroked your cheek.
âyâokay?â he asked and he sounded so wrecked a fresh wave of slick gushed from your pussy. you nodded as best you could, took a few deep breaths to calm your heart before you were tugging him closer again but he shook his head. âuse your words, need to hear you say it.â
âmâokay. can you-â you cleared your throat, shifted a little so you could see him properly and sent him a somewhat shy smile. âcan you touch me?â judeâs eyes flickered to your legs and you opened them, wide enough so he could see the wet patch on the soft material. he gave a soft groan, nodded his head and stroked your jaw.
âshoulda asked before, baby. take your underwear off fâme.â you were quick to do as you were told, shuffling to get rid of the cotton, throwing it to the floor without a second glance as you let your legs fall open again. the cool air against the heat of your pussy made you want to moan, anticipation hot when jude moved closer to you. âpoor girl, sheâs just crying fâme. iâll take care of you, yeah? make you cum for being such a good girl.â
you could only hum because he was sliding his cock back into your mouth, filling your throat with little warning but your lips wrapped around him immediately. he moaned softly when your tongue lathed over his skin, spit dripping along his shaft and over his balls. a surprised but pleased whine got lost in your throat when judeâs fingers finally made their way to your cunt. the pads of his fingers brushed through your wetness, gathered it and used it to circle your clit.
the pressure started off light and teasing, his touch barely there until your hips were rising off the bed and searching for more, frustrated sounds getting muffled by his dick. he brushed soft, slow circles, his pace similar to the one he was using to fuck your throat. it was too slow for your liking, you needed more and when your hips rose for the fourth time jude seemed to take pity on you. cock stuffed to the back of your mouth again, he made a gentle cooing noise.
âshh, i know, i know, sâokay.â he was smirking you could tell, a teasing lilt to his words. his other hand was back on your throat, light this time, just so he could feel his cock moving when he fucked in and out of you but he squeezed once. ârelax fâme.â you hadnât even realised how tense your body had gotten, the teasing swipes of his fingers on your clit making your muscles tighten. pushing a sigh from your nose you sunk into the mattress, spread your legs a little wider and was rewarded with increased pressure on your clit. âthatâs a good girl. just let me do the work, yeah?â
so you did. you let him use your throat, quick, deep thrusts of his cock into your mouth as though he was fucking your pussy, each gag and muffled moan spurring him on. he kept a grip on your throat, the bulge in it sending him closer to his realise as his muscles tightened and his cock twitched. the fingers on your clit worked fast and messy just the way you liked, quick swipes and circles that made it almost impossible to think. you were on the edge within minutes, thighs shaking with the effort of keeping them open.
jude pressed a little quicker over your clit and then you were coming, hips rising from the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably as your nails bit into the flesh on his thighs. you couldnât make much noise, each moan and whine, the soft sob when he didnât stop, getting muffled by his cock. youâd gushed over the sheets, the small trickle of liquid dampening them and sending your boyfriend into a frenzy. he didnât let up on your clit, worked you through your high even as it became too much and you wanted to cry from the sensitivity.
âshh, just take it, doing so well fâme. iâve got you, baby, so fucking proud of you, yeah? did good.â he was rambling, the pace of his fingers slowing as he started to focus back on his own pleasure. when getting you to cum heâd half pulled out of your mouth, gave you a few moments to breathe but now he was fucking his full cock down your throat with new found vigour.
you gripped tight to his thighs and let him use you, jaw slack, tongue soft over his dick, throat relaxed so he could repeatedly hit the back of it. he was getting whiney, high pitched noises filling the room as his orgasm started to burn up his spine, stomach and thigh muscles pulling taut. the blunt head of his cock kept nudging the very back of your throat and a new, breathy moan would fall from judeâs lips when you tightened and squeezed around him, gagged just a little.
âfuck- mâgonna- oh- gonna cum, baby. gonna cum and youâre gonna swallow it like a good girl, okay?â his voice cracked, his hand tightening just a little on your neck as his dick twitched. âfeels so good, youâre- fuck- youâre so hot. i love you, shit, i love you.â
jude shuddered as he came, a full body tremor that had you momentarily worried heâd collapse, his jaw slack as moans and whimpers bubbled from his throat. he was loud, louder than usual, babbling that he loved you and that you felt so good, his cum painting your tongue as he pulled out until only the head rested in your mouth. heâd wrapped his fist around himself again and was jerking quickly while you sucked softly at his tip, swallowed everything he gave you with happy hums and moans. he pulled back a little too early and another rope of cum decorated your cheek, your thumb catching it before it could make a mess of anything else.
âjesus christ.â jude blew out a breathless laugh with those words, stepped away and gave you the chance to finally sit up. you did so slowly, sucking your thumb into your mouth to clean away his cum and when you finally sat straight, jude was collapsed onto the bed, arm thrown over his eyes. you watched his chest heave, sweat slicking his skin, spent cock soft against his thigh. he looked mouth-wateringly hot and your pussy fluttered again, hole slick with the need to be full.
âyâokay?â you asked with a soft laugh, crawling across the bed to settle yourself on to his chest. his free arm immediately curled around your waist, a tired smile lightly up his face although he kept his eyes hidden.
âneed a minute.â he mumbled, voice soft. you kissed his jaw, made your way over his chin and to his mouth, pecked his lips lovingly. âi donât think iâve ever came that hard before. i thought i was gonna pass out.â his lips brushed yours when he spoke and he gave you a light kiss in return.
âbit dramatic.â you teased, snuggling down against his chest. his heart beat rapidly beneath you, chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths and you realised maybe he wasnât being all that dramatic. you danced your fingers over his skin and he finally lowered his arm, met your gaze with his own adoring one.
he looked more fucked out than youâd ever seen him and it made you ache, hips pressing down so you could grind your clit against his skin. he made a low rumbling noise, gripped your hip tight as his brows drew together.
âcan you fuck me now?â you asked, needy and desperate and beyond turned on by the wrecked sight beneath you. you needed him to fuck you, to press you down into the bed and use your pussy the way heâd used your throat but jude was staring at you in bewilderment. you rocked your hips again, whimpered when your clit rubbed against the hardness of his stomach.
ânow?â
âuh huh, need it, jude.â you were whiney, pouting down at him as you built a steady pace, used him to get yourself off. he suddenly gave a laugh, eyes crinkling as he shook his head, arms tightening around you. with one quick move heâd flipped the two of you, settled you on your back on the mattress and pressed himself between your open thighs. you giggled at him, the noise growing louder as he bit playfully into the curve of your jaw.
âyouâre insatiable, woman.â
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Since Halloween is coming up, can you write headcannons on how the lin kuei trio (Bihan, Smoke and Kaui Liang) would be if they went to a scary attraction with their s/o?
im on a ROLL with these fluff prompts, like i actually love them all sm, please keep requesting them!!!! i love writing for the lin kuei trio especiallllyyyyyy. ALSO CAN HALLOWEEN COME AROUND FASTER??? THE HEATS BARLEY DIED DOWN, I WANNA DRESS GOOD
cw: fluff, gn reader, clowns, proofread
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Tomas...
is lowkey terrified. Johnny put him up to this. Told him it'd make you two closer. He said it's a really good bonding experience. And Tomas believed him. Johnny didn't lie, but Tomas just didn't know it would be this scary. Yeah, he's seen worse, he's a ninja, after all. But something about clowns... eugh. It will always be the clowns that get such a visceral reaction from him. He'll flinch, get all close to you, and maybe even hide behind you. You'll hear all sorts of Czechian swears under his breath, Jdi do hajzlu, while he holds onto your shoulders. You'd think, for a hunter and a ninja he'd be a lot less skittish, but Tomas insists it's simply just scary. However, if you're skittish too, Tomas will try and be calm for you. He likes being your protector, I mean, that's what he, as a Lin Kuei Ninja, is in essence. It's just hard to uphold that kind of façade when there are so many clowns lurking about, with their evil giggles and horrible face paint.
Bi-Han...
doesn't understand the appeal. He isn't really phased. But, he's so sure that Johnny had a hand in this. He doesn't even flinch, not when those clowns Tomas hates jumps out at him, when the zombies groan at him, or even when those fake serial killers rev their chainsaws at him. Because of this, some of the scare actors have decided to make Bi-Han a personal target, some even placed bets on him. And a lot of them have realized that maybe the one on his arm is the key to scaring him. Not like he'll let that happen. He quite enjoys the fact that you're clinging to him, squeezing his bicep and all. Now Bi-Han knows you feel safe with him, even if it's against some phony scare actor. Truth be told, he enjoys having you like this. Not that he's going to tell you that. Once Bi-Han catches onto the scare actors game with you, he makes it his personal mission to foil their plans. Yes, he enjoys having you use him as your shield, but he isn't gonna let those actors use you as leverage. So he buys you the no-scare lanyard. And if you refuse to wear it, he will. Proudly. Not like the actors have scared him yet, anyways.
Kuai Liang...
loves haunted attractions of any sort. He's a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. He loves getting scared, his favorite things are usually the actors up on stilts. And the bonus of holding you close, feeling like your knight in shining armor. Kuai Liang loves throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you in, especially when you find yourself hiding behind him. Bonus points if he gets to pull you even closer when one of the actors jumps out at you. Kuai Liang likes to get you to face your fears, even if they're your temporary fears. Doesn't mean he'll force you to do something you don't want to, but he likes the thrill of it and he hopes you will too. Kuai Liang will even carry you, if you so wish. He really can't get enough of the attractions, and normally you and him are there until it's closed. He actually kind of mourns when it closes. But hey, as long as you enjoyed it as much as he does, he leaves happy.
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Leverage (Michael Gavey x fem Reader)
Chapter 2
Summary: When your ex threatens to release some very personal videos you are left with no choice but to do what he asks: seduce the biggest nerd on campus, Michael Gavey. Will you rock his world or will he fundamentally change yours?
This chapter: Michael starts tutoring you but things are off to a rocky start.
Word count: +1900
Warning for the entire fic: 18+ for explicit content and language. Kissing, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, hand job, fingering, p in v sex. First kiss and loss of virginity. Experienced reader. Enemies to lovers vibes.
Fluff, smut and of course angst (my favorite combination! lol) I haven't watched Saltburn yet so all characters in this fic except for Michael are my own.
Read Chapter 1 Here
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After almost two hours of Michaelâs tutoring you were beginning to contemplate throwing in the towel and just letting Ben release that video. Whatâs the worst that could happen anyway?
Michael had been cocky as soon as you had sat down in front of him in the library that evening. Right now he was bordering on rude and very obviously growing more impatient with you by the minute. And the faster he talked the less you listened, leaving you both frustrated.
You had a splitting headache and all the numbers and calculations were just dancing across the page now, mocking you. None of it made any sense, no matter how many different ways Michael tried to explain it all to you.Â
You were good with history, languages, art or psychology. Numbers were hell on earth.
âAre you even listening?â Michael sighed impatiently, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms behind his head.
âYes,â you nodded, followed by a heavy sigh,âNo, ugh..Iâm sorry, I justâŠI lost my focus about an hour ago.â
âAn hour ago? You didnât even have it to begin with,â Michael called you out.
âI just donât know how this is so easy for you, like you donât even have to think about it at all.â
âThatâs because I donât,â he answered smugly, making you roll your eyes.âGo on. Ask me a sum.â
You sighed some more but indulged him anyway,â33 times 20.â
He gave you a look,âDonât insult me, a real sum.â
â333 times 444.â
â147.852,â he answered without even blinking. You had no way of knowing if his answer was even correct but you didnât doubt it for a second.
âHow did you do that so fucking fast?â
âI donât know, I can just do it, in my head, I donât have to think about it.â
âLucky you,â you rolled your eyes again.
âTheyâre gonna get stuck in your head if you keep doing that, you know,â he teased, making you squint your eyes at him.
He shook his head with a little amused grin,âAsk me another one then.â
âItâs fine, you made your point, youâre a genius.â
âAsk me another one, just to be sure,â he insisted.
âMichael, itâs fine, I get it.â
âAsk me another fucking sum!â he raised his voice, making the few other people in the library look up at you both with annoyed looks on his face. You wanted to crawl under the table and disappear.
âAlright, fucking hellâŠ1245 times 987.â
â1.228.815,â he answered, giving you another satisfied little smile.
You just stared at him without saying anything.
âMy brain works different from yours,â he then explained.
âYeah, no shit.â
You were beginning to see why Ben was so threatened by him, Michael was an actual mathematical genius, Ben didnât stand a chance at that internship. That thought suddenly filled you with immense joy. And then fear, because if Ben didnât stand a chance then what were you even doing here?
Michael watched as your face fell.
âDo you want to take a break?â he suggested.
You nodded,âYeah, a permanent one, Iâm never going to get this.â You dropped your head onto the table and let out a desperate little whine.
Michael just shook his head,âSo youâre a quitter, I would say Iâm shocked but my mum told me never to tell a lie.â
You lifted your head to give him an angry glare but he just ignored you and closed his books, not giving you time to object before he was up and out of his seat.
âWhen youâre serious about wanting to learn, you know where to find me,â he said,âUntil thenâŠstop wasting my time.â
âMichael,â you sighed but he was already walking away from you, and with it your last chance to stop Ben.
You couldnât let this happen, if you let him go now your fate was sealed.
âMichael, wait!â you rushed after him without thinking, finding him halfway in one of the book shelves.Â
You grabbed at his arm to stop him, taking him by surprise.Â
He froze, eyes staring wildly at the spot where your hand was touching his arm. But he didnât pull back or try to stop you. Instead he almost seemed to lean into your space a little, accepting your touch, his mouth opened in a surprised little sigh when your fingers gently closed around his elbow.Â
Of course the nerd was touch starved, it was almost too predictable. And was that a blush creeping up on his pale cheeks?
Ben had been right, Michael clearly wasnât used to being touched, especially not by a woman. But he didnât seem to dislike it, at all.
Maybe this mission wasnât so impossible after all.
It was a desperate move, you realized that, but desperate is what you were.
âPlease, wait,â you begged again, placing your other hand on his wrist while you gave him your best sad eyes and pouty lips,âYou canât give up on me, Michael. Please, youâre the only one who can help me, I need you.â
You watched him swallow hard at those last words, his eyes flickering from yours down to your lips and back up again.
He was staring now, shamelessly, not even trying to hide it. You used his obvious interest to lean in closer, so close he could almost feel your breath against his cheek and when you slowly and very deliberately licked your lips you could hear him bite back a quiet whimper.Â
You took another step forward and carefully pressed your body up against his. Thatâs when you felt it, undeniably, he was hard. You had barely touched him and yet he was rock hard in his stupid cargo pants.Â
You had him right where you wanted him and you could have sworn he was about to close that final distance between you two and pull you in for a kiss.
But then he leaned back and his thin lips curled up into a smug, annoyed grin.
âWhat are you playing at?â he asked.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm not playingâŠ.â
âStop lying to me, you stupid girl,â he growled and took a few steps back from you,âYou say you want a tutor but you donât give a shit about what Iâm trying to teach you and now you want toâŠwhatâŠ.seduce me? How daft do you think I am?â
âI donât think youâre daft at all!â
âI know this isnât about math and it sure as hell isnât about you wanting to get into my pants, girls like you donât want nerds like me.â
âGirls like me?â you asked, staring at him with anger in your eyes,âOh, you mean stupid girls like me? Listen, you little shitâŠâ
âI meant pretty girls like you,â he interrupted you, shutting you up instantly.
He took a step closer again, towering over you and forcing you to lean against the book shelves behind you.
âWhat is it you want from me then?â he mused, as if he was asking the question more to himself and not you,âYouâve never paid any attention to me before this weekâŠnot untilâŠI saw you scheming with Ben in the library a few days ago.â
Your eyes widened at his statement and it was enough for Michael to know he was onto something.
âI fucking knew it,â he shook his head and laughed,âWhat does that twat want from me this time, hmm?â
âNothing,â you answered, too quickly.
âYouâre a bad liar, girl.â
His stare was making you nervous, you wanted to blurt out everything to him and at the same time run away and never speak another word again. But there was no place to run from Ben and his ugly threats. Michael was your only ticket out of that bad spot.
He stepped back from you with a sigh,âFine. Whatever. Tell your rich little friend that whatever you and him want from me heâs not going to get it, under any circumstances. Can you remember that or should I write it down for you?â
You nodded, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Michaelâs harsh tone combined with the hopelessness of your situation was suddenly too much and you burst out into tears.
To your surprise Michaelâs whole demeanor changed instantly and he rubbed his hand over his face with a heavy sigh.
You started crying,âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to involve you in this shit, Iâm so sorry, Michael.â
For a moment he just looked at you, your tears and desperation too real for him to ignore.
Then he leaned back against the book shelves next to you, not saying a word. You looked up at him through your teary lashes and it was the first time you could see real compassion in his blue eyes. âWhat does he have on you?â he asked softly.
âWe used to date, he has someâŠprivate material heâs threatening to release.â
âFucking prick,â Michael spat out.
âYeah, he really is and Iâm an idiot for ever being with him,â you wiped at your tears and looked surprised when Michael reached into his pocket and handed you a handkerchief. It looked like the ones your grandma used to have and you couldnât help but smile through your tears.
âThanks,â you sobbed and used it to wipe your cheeks dry.
âSoâŠwhat did he want you to do in return then?â
âHe wants that internship at Charter Inc.â
Michael nodded knowingly,âYeah, that one is mine.â
âI know,â you smiled weakly,âThatâs why heâŠhe wanted me to distract you.â
Michael scoffed,âJesus fuck, what an idiot. Thereâs nothing on this earth he can do to keep me from getting that job.â
You nodded,âI know.â
And with that realization came more tears. You used Michaelâs handkerchief to keep them at bay.
âDo you think heâd actually do it?â he asked,âAre they just empty threats?â
âI honestly donât know what heâs capable of and I donât want to find out.â
You both stayed quiet for a while. Michael didnât make any attempts to comfort you or touch you, but he didnât move from his spot right next to you either.
âWhat can I do?â he asked.
âI donât know if thereâs anything you can do, Michael, this isnât your problem, or your fight.â
He nodded,âYeah, youâre right, it isnât.â
You could feel your stomach drop in defeat.
âBut,â he then added,âIâd really fucking hate to see a rich kid win in life.â
You couldnât help but laugh through your tears.âGot any ideas?â
He thought about that for a little while and then he nodded,âWe couldâŠmake him believe his plan is working? I mean, for now, until we can come up with something better.â
âHow?â
âHe wonât do anything as long as he believes youâre on board, yeah?â
âI guess not.â
âSo we pretend that youâreâŠdistracting me.â
You laughed bitterly at his choice of words.âHe wants me to fuck you, thatâs what he means by distracting you. You realize that, right?â you then blurted out and Michael snorted out loud but he regained his composure quickly.
âThenâŠI guess we pretend that youâre fucking me,â he said calmly, letting his eyes meet yours. You felt a shiver run up your spine, the good kind.
âAlright,â you nodded.
âAlright,â Michael repeated, keeping his eyes on you for a few moments too long before he eventually looked away and nervously pushed his glasses up his nose, smiling shyly,âWhen do we start then?â
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Soul Ties
âYou like Daryl, donât you?â
Carolâs question caught you off guard and you turn to look at her.
You sigh and look back up at the night sky so full of stars, youâd never seen anything like it.
âItâs more than that.â
Carol waits for you to say more, looking up at the sky too.
âShame the world had to go to hell for us to be able to appreciate the sky at night. You donât realise how many stars there are until you see it for yourself.â She commented.
A moment passed in comfortable silence.
âDaryl is likeâŠâ you start and then stop again. Somehow saying âsoulmateâ out loud sounded dramatic and a little embarrassing.
âWhen I first met him, I felt like there was this moment. Not like love at first sight or anything like that, itâs hard to explain but Iâm sure he felt it too. We locked eyes andâŠI donât know, something happened in that moment.â
Carol had turned to you and was listening intently. You stared off at the stars, lost in thought.
âSince then, talking to him and being around him feels like the easiest thing in the world, like weâve known each other forever. Itâs weird. Iâve not felt like this with anyone else.â
âI had a feeling there was something going on between you two. I could see it. The others probably all can too.â Carol admitted. You turned to her, embarrassed.
âOh my god. Is it that obvious?â
Carol chuckled at the look on your face. âYou act like teenagers. The way you talk to each other. Honestly, if we hadnât all met after the outbreak Iâd have assumed youâd grown up together or something.â
Your heart warmed at her words. âReally?â You smiled.
âMhm.â You could feel her watching your reaction.
âI donât want to be dramatic butâŠit feels like how I imagine soulmates feel, you know? That instant feeling of comfort around them. Instant connection.â You shake your head, trying to find the right words but this was a whole new experience and it had never made sense to you.
âYeah. That sounds about right, actually.â Carol nodded. âIâve never had that connection with someone but by what youâre describing, youâre lucky to have found it. Not many people do.â
âNo, I suppose not.â
âSo, whatâs going on with you guys? Are you just friends orâŠsomething more?â
You laugh softly. âItâs hard to say. Thereâs mutual attraction there, for sure. We flirt andâŠlittle touches here and there that justâŠget my heart racing, you know?â
âJust little touches?â Carol teased, nudging you with a smirk.
You smiled. âYeah. Iâm not sure if heâd wantâŠanything more with me. Iâm scared to ruin what we have. He means too much to me.â
âI get that. But, I think he likes you. No, actually, I know he does.â
You turn to Carol, your heart racing. âHow?â
Carol tilts her head and scans your face. âThe way he looks at you when you arenât looking.â
You shake your head, swallowing hard. âDonât get my hopes up.â You whisper, not daring to believe.
âYou need to talk to him.â Carol insists, squeezing your knee.
âIâŠâ you wanted to but the fear, the prospect of losing him was too great. âI canât.â
âI hate to break it to you but you donât have time like before. Life is short.â She leaned over and whispered. âBe brave.â
You chuckle incredulously. âIâm a wimp, Carol. Besides, the last time I made the first move I⊠Well, letâs just say, never again.â
Carol rolled her eyes at you. âJust remember what I said.â She placed a hand on your shoulder and used it as leverage to stand. âGoodnight.â
ââNight.â
Her words lingered for a long time afterwards. She was right, of course.
But, also, maybe Daryl was braver than youâŠ
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kinktober : oct 8th
modern!anakin x choking
this is so bad i hate it
the first time youâd asked anakin to choke you, he said no.
well, not specifically. you were on your back, laid out bare for him with his body slot between your legs, hips rolling languidly against yours as he slowly massages his tongue over your own. it was so intimate, unable to stop the whimpers and whines from leaving you with his open mouth pressed to yours. youâd pulled away to moan, but missing your mouth heâd gently tugged your face back to him with a hand on your jaw.
you liked how that felt.
his big strong hand clasping you like that, the threat of roughness behind a tender moment, the casual dominance. you pictured his hand travelling that little bit lower and squeezing your neck the same way, and you clenched around him hard.
âyou feeling good baby?â he cooâs, feeling you flutter around him. shakily, your own hand comes upâ resting over his much larger one. through your own pleasured haze, you apply some pressure and drag his grip down so heâs lightly holding your neck.
âplease choke me.â
you look so fucking good, and god does he want to â wants to grip you by the neck and use you for leverage to fuck, saying all kinds of nasty shit, and yet⊠he worries. anakin is an overthinkerâ and his worst fear is hurting you. with the potential of this happening presenting himself, he moves his hand away, replacing the touch with his lips instead.
âyou telling me what to do?â he teases, and leaves it at that.
the two of you finish up, and he spends the next half an hour comforting you â the post orgasm haze making you feel a little more fragile and embarrassed.
âiâm sorry.â you offer meekly into his shoulder as he cradles you on the bed. âi shouldnât have put you on the spot.â
âbaby,â he sighs, pulling your face away to hold it in his hands. he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars yourself and you just feel⊠bad for even making a deal out of it in the first place. âi donât want you to feel like you canât ask for what you want. wanna make you feel good, yeah? it just caught me⊠off guard. and i donât really know what iâm doing.â he chuckles, a comforting hand smoothing along your spine. âdonât wanna hurt you.â it comes out muffled into your cheek as he places a kiss there.
thatâs the last time it gets brought up.
but one thing about anakin, is that heâs attentive. obsessed with detail and competing with himself, always wanting to be performing the best that he can be. whether itâs at the gym, or work â he has to be constantly pushing himself to be the best heâs capable of, and this extends to the bedroom. if there was something that could be making you feel even better, you bet your ass he was all over it.
after some extensive research on how to correctly choke someone without killing them, he pockets the knowledge and waits for the opportunity to arriveâ and soon, itâs presents itself in the form of a particularly rough session, after youâd begged him to fuck you hard and deep because you needed what you referred to as a âfactory resetâ after a hard week.
so there, you found on yourself flat on your stomach with your boyfriend mounting you, clutching a pillow like itâs your life line. the white material was stained from your mascara, anakin fucking you so deep that all you could do was sob and take it.
âjust needed me to empty that pretty little head, hm?â he hums in your ear, hot breath warming the side of your face. his words make you clench hard, and you drop your face into the sheets to muffle your mewls.
from instinct, anakin lifts your head off the sheet to make sure youâre breathing and getting all your pretty noises out loud and clearâ he does this by holding you by the neck. once holding you there, he gently squeezes the sides, testing the waters.
you let out a sound so heavenly, he has no choice but to do it again.
âhows that, hm? you tap me twice if you donât like it, yeah?â
âmhm, okay ani!â
you clamp down, feeling a little lightheaded and completely at his mercy â this alone, had you spiralling towards your orgasm. you lightly hold onto his tattooed forearm, almost in disbelief that he was finally giving you what you craved.
âjust needed to get choked out by your big strong boyfriend huh? poor baby, so messed up.â he grins ear to ear, watching you come undone all over his cock.
requested tag! : @hanasnx @jellydodger
#modern!anakin drabble#modern!anakin smut#modern!anakin#anakin au#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker drabble#kinktober 2023
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time of need - natalie scatorccio
summary â you get captured by your nemesis when your power is needed. (approx. 1.4k words)
a/n â i am very rusty with writing rn!! but this is more of a world-building/introduction chapter. iâm not too sure if iâll continue with this but if anyone wants to help me out on how to turn this into an enemies to lovers, iâd love to get it done some day :3
anyways, antler queen = lottie, serpent = nat, judgement = taissa, saint = laura lee & you are (h/n) / hero name.
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your head rang as you began to regain your consciousness. your limbs felt as heavy as lead as you tried to move them, your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.
where were you?
then, you noticed two things. one, that you couldnât move at all, and two, that you were not in your superhero costume.
oh crap.
white metal walls surrounded you with the clinical vibes of the white lights above your head adding to your headache. you felt exposed and vulnerable, and you supposed that you were, considering you were tied to a damn chair.
struggling, you attempted to loosen the restraints around your limbs. you just needed a bit of leverage, and youâd be able to escape. suddenly, you felt your blood run cold as a door slid open in front of you, and through it walked no other than your arch nemesis, serpent.
âi didnât expect you to be so easy to capture, (h/n), or should i say (y/n) (l/n)?â Â
yeah, you were screwed. when you had made your small hero-squad with antler queen, saint, and judgement, you had sworn never to reveal your identities to each other or the public. âitâs way too dangerous and weâd get a lot of people hurtâ, you had remembered judgement scolding you.
âserpent,â you seethed. her voice sounded like venom in your mouth, fittingly so. narrowing your eyes, you glared as her blonde locks fell through her hood. you began to struggle more, as she came towards you, fear filling your body much like that of a rabbit about to be eaten by its prey.
âno point struggling, iâll just knock you out again,â her lips fell straight into a smirk, and you had to tear your eyes off her, instead, opting to look down at the floor.
how did you even get captured?
oh, yeah, you remember now. you were helping a child escape from some rubble while your three teammates were preoccupied with serpentâs groupies. and well, turns out the small child was serpent herself, just shapeshifted. obviously, when it comes to a fight with a shapeshifter who can change their body at will, and somebody who can heal others a considerable amount, the shapeshifter will win. sometimes you hated your power, god.
you took a deep breath, feigning the dread in your stomach, before looking up at her. âright, what do you want?â
serpentâs composure seemed to falter for a moment, her smirk dropping into a thin line. heh, she wanted to stay on her power high for longer. well, you werenât going to let her do that. win for (y/n).Â
âi need your help.â
you stared at her for a moment, raising your eyebrows. âyou⊠what?â
âi need your help, what the fuck donât you get?â, she snapped, and you nearly fell off the chair from shock. serpentâs demeanor softened as she looked at you apologetically for a moment. âsorry.â
you gulped, nodding your head slightly. you didnât expect one of wiskayokâs most notorious villains to have a polite side. âyeah, yeah⊠what do you need me for?â
the blonde pulled her hood down, uncovering her hair. you couldnât see her face due to the scaly green mask that covered her features, but she looked beautiful, actually. or, ugh, maybe sheâd concussed you when she had knocked you out. yeah, that mustâve been it.
âmy teamâs engineer got into a bad accident when working a few days ago. we managed to keep her stable, but her face is pretty damn fuckinâ mangled.â
she stopped for a moment, watching to make sure you were listening before continuing.
âiâve seen you literally reconstruct peopleâs faces on the battlefield. i want you to fix her.â
silence fell over the both of you as serpent paced back and forth in the room, waiting for an answer. you noticed how quietly she walked despite wearing chunky boots and loads of shimmery scale-like armor â it was like she had trained herself to do as such, like she hadnât lived a life where she felt safe.
âokay,â you finally said, âiâll do it.â
âwhat?â, she choked, turning her entire body towards you.
âyeah, youâd literally kill me if i didnât. but, i want you to let me go after.â
a ghost of a smile crept onto the blondeâs face as she stepped towards you. you looked into her hazel eyes, if thatâs what they really were, and she stared into your (e/c) ones. then, suddenly, you felt a cold, yet gentle hand on your jaw, as she pulled it up slightly to inspect your face. goosebumps covered your body as you felt your heart thump in your throat. you felt intoxicated, staring at her and you couldnât tell if you were panicking from how vulnerable you felt, or from how beautiful she was up close. dang, you knew youâd beat yourself up for being attracted to the enemy; the enemy who had done so many awful things, but also the enemy who had never intentionally hurt an innocent civilian. this was wrong.
suddenly, you felt yourself get lighter, and as serpent let go of your jaw, you realized that she had cut the ropes off you with one swoop of her shape-shifted hand. you swore her cheeks had a red tint to them as she turned to look away, muttering a, âhad to make sure i wouldnât slit your throatâŠâ
how romantic.
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âso, this is your engineer?â you enquired, staring at the girl sitting in front of you. her face was covered in bandages, and she seemed a bit reluctant, avoiding eye contact.
serpent only nodded, keeping an eye on every movement you made. she was like a hawk, stalking its prey, and you felt unnerved. if you made one wrong move, you werenât sure if youâd come out of the lair alive.
âwhatâs your name?â you asked, sitting down on the seat next to her. before she could open her mouth to speak, serpent cut in with a âno formalities!â
sighing, you rolled your eyes.
âokay, this will be fast; i need you to close your eyes, and iâll touch the injured part of your face. you donât need to remove your bandages.â
âwill it hurt?â the ginger questioned, shocking you â the whole time, you had thought that she wouldnât utter a word to you, and for a moment, she kind of sounded like a girl in the av club you attended every thursday. you mentally shook off the connection, deciding that you were probably just concussed and delusional.
âno,â you simply replied, âitâll feel very hot for a second but thatâll quickly turn into a pleasant warmness. i can focus properly here so thereâs no risk of it going wrong.â
and with that explanation, the girl closed her eyes. serpent watched closely as your right palm began to glow, and you placed it onto the girlâs face.
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as much as you didnât expect it, serpent was somebody who kept to her word. one second, you were performing your healing magic, the next, you were awoken by your roommate, jackie, throwing a rabbit plushie at your head. âjesus, (y/n), turn off your damn alarm! itâs been going off for ages!â
you moaned, disoriented, grabbing your head with one hand while reaching over to turn off the alarm. your brain felt like it was imploding.
âholy shit, you look awful! did you hit your head?â
hearing this caused you to sit up almost instantly and peer across the shared room at the mirror that adorned the wall. yep, you had a bad bump above your left eye and the bruise that was forming was not pretty.
damn fucking serpent.
âoh, yeah, uh. i bumped my head getting out of the shower last night,â you lied biting your tongue, âyou were asleep.â
your roommate simply shrugged her shoulders before murmuring âbe more carefulâ and flipping to face the wall in her bed.
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you shuffled through the hallways of your university, dodging hordes of students who had just finished their evening lectures. it was your favourite time of the week; av club, and as you swung the door open, you walked into somebody.
âoh, sorry,â you murmured, staring at the perpetrator. she was a bit shorter than you and had layered platinum blonde hair and intoxicating chocolate brown eyes. your mouth hung open for a moment, trying to figure out why this girl looked so familiar. âum, do i know you from somewhere?â
she simply shook her head ânoâ before pulling out a box of marlboro reds. ânever seen you in my life. iâm nat.â
â(f/n),â you replied, quietly. the girl nodded, acknowledging you, before brushing past you coldly.
behind where she had stood, in the back of the club room, you could see van staring.
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Blossoming romance prompt #11 with Parker and Hardison from Leverage, please :D
(Set at some nebulous point probably in s2 or s3! #11 is picking a leaf/flower out of someone's hair or brushing dirt from their face, and of course I had to go for a slightly gross take on it.)
Parker notices it because Parker is watching. Which is maybe a stupid thing to think, but Parker is watching because theyâre both hurt, because sometimes the thing about having a team is that when things go wrong it makes her feel like sheâs coming apart at the seams instead of excited to get to take the exciting way out of a building. So sheâs watching, because she doesnât know how to go over to them but she doesnât know how to reassure herself theyâre safe if she canât see them either.
They had to crawl through a tunnel in the basement of the building, and they both look awful and, according to Sophieâs noisy concern, smell worse. Theyâre making fun of each other, in that way they do, and Hardison makes an exaggerated face of disgust and goes for Eliotâs hair, pulls out a gummed-up clump of leaves that probably got washed down a storm drain when it rained two days ago.
If Parker were somebody else, sheâd probably just see the way Eliot snaps a second later, swatting Hardisonâs hands away from his head, see the way his mouth moves around the words âNot the hair, manâ like itâs any other job. Sophie laughs and Nate says âGentlemen, please,â so thatâs what they see. Just Hardison and Eliot being Hardison and Eliot.
But Parker sees the second that it takes, Hardisonâs hand lingering there close to the place Eliotâs scalp is bleeding, Eliotâs sharp little breath. They lost contact with the team for a little while in there. Something bad happened, bad enough that Hardison hasnât made a show of complaining about it yet.
Hardison is the one to come to her, because he always is, laughing over his shoulder at Eliot, telling him that if he cares so much about his hair, maybe he should wash it with shampoo and not whatever was in those pipes. âHey, Parker,â he says, and the smile is almost real enough to fool someone who isnât her. âHow was everything topside?â
She considers him, smeared with something sheâs going to call dirt and not smelling like dirt at all. She wants to make sure heâs safe, but obviously heâs safe, and she canât just ask him if heâs safe. But she thinks of what he did for Eliot, how they played it off as a joke, and briskly wipes a smear of something tacky off his cheek. âClean,â she says over his quick inhale.
âYeah, yeah, laugh it up,â says Eliot, catching up with them, offering Parker a hand down from the fence sheâs sitting on like sheâs ever needed help getting off a fence. âJust wait and see if you get any sympathy the next time you have to go through tunnels.â
âI like tunnels,â she says, leading them back to Nate, who will make Eliot go somewhere and get patched up and make both of them take showers so they donât smell like sewer. âI donât get why nobody likes tunnels!â
âThen next time you come with us,â says Hardison, in that joking-not-joking way he does.
âSounds fun!â she says, joking-not-joking too, because itâs easy to echo Hardison, itâs easy to let him show her what will work, will let him understand what she means without crossing any lines none of them are ready to cross.
When she looks behind her, making sure theyâre keeping up, theyâre exchanging a look like theyâre exasperated, and maybe they are, but like the joking is a mask over the fear, them making fun is a mask over liking her. Sheâs never had anybody like that before, where the not-liking was the mask. Hardison catches her eye. âLet me tell you all about Eliot and his fear of sewer crocodiles,â he offers, and Eliot starts objecting that he was just saying he could handle them if they were there, and Nateâs close enough to start in on a lecture too, and Parker smiles and takes a deep breath and keeps watching.
#answered asks#zahnie#happy to take more prompts! i've got like 10 more i think?#already a bunch more leverage ot3 in there though
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Am I a loser for fearing that this will be like BT 1.0 in that it is dragged out and remains stale and chemistry-less and harmful to Buck's character (for being with a not good person and not caring about said person's bad deeds) and the twist will be that it doesn't end đ Don't hate me for being negative...I was not negative until today, seeing that gremlin in the promotions and Tim showing favoritism to anti-Buddies yet again on FB.
And it's so funny that all my concern stems from social media activity and nothing about what I'm seeing on the show itself. Because the show has shown he is a non-entity - giving him and Buck no development, HIM no development, no evolution, no appeal, since last season. Yet maybe the writing and producing IS just that bad now.
Sorry to be a bit of a pessimist. I just feel like the vibe shifted dramatically over the past day and I'm in my feelings, I guess.
First of all, you're not a loser! There is a long history of TV shows NOT following through on things for fans of a popular fandom ship, including this one, back ins season 4, leading to that godawful BT 1.0 mess in the first place!
There is a lot of reasons this gets compared to the OG BT, because the show seems to be giving them no development and he's so clearly WRONG for Buck and seems to enjoy talking down to him and watching him deflate a little each time, and also it makes Buck look kinda shitty for dating someone who purposefully hurt, and delighted in hurting people Buck loves. I have said multiple times I wasn't ever worried about tay kay as a LI in s4 because she called him "needy" in that nasty voice on the heels of the audience seeing how absolutely shit his parents were and where all those issues came from, so I was sure that was the narrative telling us she wasn't going to work out. Only to get slapped in the face with an entire fucking season of Buck looking miserable with her, which was never addressed, him trying to talk about their issues and the firefam lecturing HIM about HIS failings instead of ever being allowed to talk about how they felt about her given their past (you can't tell me back in s4 Athena would EVER willingly let that woman in her and Bobby's home, much less feed her), and then watch her nearly get Chim and Hen killed and STILL get a fucking "amicable" breakup of the "oh no one was really to blame, it just didn't work out" variety. So like. Yeah, sometimes the writing is just That Bad đ€·đ»ââïž
What I will say about all of that though, is we now have information we didn't back in s4. Information like, we weren't seeing things and there WAS a set up planned, and discussed with Oliver (at least, likely Ryan too since the shooting was Like That and what the fuck other bi realization was Buck gonna have, or gay realization was Eddie gonna have after his breakup with Ana was Like That), but the network forced the changes. Tim fucked off to go smash other dolls together (and lost his mind a little bit over on LS, probably because he leveraged that shit into getting to do whatever he wanted, plus the whole RL effect), and the story got changed and, as Tim pointed out, it made the show markedly worse. I'm not putting all my faith and trust in a network, but I will say ABC knows what kind of accolades, awards, and hype this kind of story will bring them and that is something I DO trust.
8x01 might be fluke like the handful of watchable episodes in s5-6, but it truly felt like the Buck we know and love was back, the focus was on the core four and on the emergencies, there was *heart* in the emergency, we got dispatch properly involved, and even the Athena stuff took a turn for a more rescue-focused adventure than the Con-Air prison transport plane mishap I was expecting. The bees sounded ridiculous and like they could be one emergency, like freeway shark my beloved, or *maybe* hold a whole episode, but I was NOT expecting much for a disaster opening and was fully prepared for s5 levels of zoo animals promotion vs actual 3 episodes of creeper being creepy cop storyline. But they actually...kinda pulled it off?? It's no tsunami or earthquake by a LONG shot, and I'm still reserving judgment until the arc is over (I enjoyed the cruise ship disaster but it needed more core four on sight helping with rescues which make it drag a little being so separate from everything else), but it felt like a season 2 or 3 episode at heart!
All this to say, *EYE*, notorious salt gremlin and hater (because trying for low expectations is what works for me!), am feeling more hopeful about the show as a whole than I have in awhile. And I'm going to hold your hand so gently when I give this advice, you can take it or not (for some people, needing to know everything is what works for them, so you do you!), but do not listen to that middle-aged white man and what he does on facebook. Or anywhere. Do not listen to that man! He is a shit-stirrer, and he is a liar! They all are in interviews! Him and Oliver both said "hardly any time skip" and then they did the exact same 3 month time skip they have ALWAYS done between the spring season ending and the fall premier! He lies! He interacts with shit he probably doesn't even read, just promotes his show! He does not care about upsetting us because people shouting over each other about the show just reads to him, and the people above him to let him do things, as the show having enough impact to be talked about! I personally have good feelings because he likes to get his way and ABC gave him something in 4 episodes he'd been trying to do since s4. And they originally green-lit it being another character so it feels like there were plans for both and timing just got switched.
DO NOT LET THAT MAN STEAL YOUR JOY!
I'm not going to tell you that of course it's all going to work out and be perfect and everything we wanted, but I WILL say, we all saw how fucking miserable Oliver was in s5 and 6, how checked out and disengaged he was (he was SO CLOSE and they TOOK IT from him! Fuck FOX forever!), and we saw how he was/is in interviews with or about that man, vs how happy and excited he was/is when talking about Ryan/Eddie/Buddie right now, how much he's engaging and sharing, and WHAT he is sharing. We saw the shift from filming episodes 5-6 to the back half of s7 for both him and Ryan. It's very loud, and while some kinda similar vibes have come through before, we have knowledge now we didn't before about why we kept getting those vibes and then having them pulled back. We know WHO was standing in the way and it wasn't Tim and it sure as fuck wasn't Oliver or Ryan, and that doesn't appear to be an issue anymore. đ€·đ»ââïž
I hope my rambling incoherence was helpful, Nonnie!
#my sweet nonnie friends#911#anti bucktommy#anti tommy kinard#to be safe#buddie#YES tim is a buddie warrior but he is also a troll and has an ego and does whatever the fuck he wants#like any other middle-aged white man#also like#we knew that man would be back because they told us he would be back#but they also told us there is something to tell there and if we're lucky it will tie into gerrard and the begins episodes#and make buck being the focus of that arc make some kind of actual fucking sense#unfortunately we will just have to wait and see which is always the worst part!#chin up nonnie! we made it through a whole fucking season of BT1.0 which should have ended before halloween#i don't think our suffering is going to be quite as long this time
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Hello, I was wondering if you could do a one shot of where how the Tf 141 would react to the y/n asking to try a new position and it ended up hurting them. Like causing cramps. And how would they help or what exactly would they do?(Yes this has happened to me) I was hoping that this would become like fluff/ comfort with a hint of NSFW. Sorry I am writing this while at work.
Hey ânon! Thank you so much for the ask and donât even worry about it, I got you. I hope your work day went okay :)
This has happened to me a few times, too, lmao, those cramps are fucking nasty.
I also wrote this down in one go and it's really fucking late, I'm slightly tipsy so- at least we'll be on a similar level of unhinged
Letâs get into it!
Cpt. John Price
REALLY loves when you give him new options for positions to twist you into
this man is a dom through and through. If you give him the go, I-Â
but I also think he is prepared- he gets you warmed up before you guys start playing twister, he is getting older, okay?
So I think this is most likely to happen in the morning when youâre spooning and it turns into fucking from there; he wants to see his cock in the mirror at the end of the bed and lifts your leg, so he can âwatch that greedy pussy swallow his cockâ
Itâs then, that the cramps hit- your hip muscles contract from front to back and you wince noticeably
âFuck, whatâs wrong-?â
âCramp-Cramp-! Fuck!â
Cue immediate stop and questing fingers that prod while you whine about the pain
Fear not though because this man gets you up on your feet to walk while he sprints off to find whatever pain medication and heating pad he can find before even getting dressed
If it dies down? Great. Though youâll have him check in more for a few weeks, careful to take it slow
If it doesnât, prepare to be handled with a furrowed brow and the utmost care until John can figure out a physical therapist- even if itâs a poor rookie he strongarms into helping you on base.
heâll probably feed you magnesium supplements for a few days, too
Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley
Look- Simon is always more than happy to wait for cues from you
If you want a new position, youâll have to either talk him into it or already twist yourself into a new position before he can even perceive what is happening because this man likes to stick to missionary where he can watch you soak his cock and look back up to see your cute face twist up as you cum
once established and proven, heâll take up new positions, though.Â
I feel like he is a big fan of putting a leg over his shoulder as he fucks you
I am lying, I am a big believer of this- itâs a gorgeous view, he can use it as leverage and paw at your tits or just watch them bounce prettily as he fucks you
However, having sex with this big hunk of a man means heâll not only stretch you apart in that particular position, he also makes you cum hard
When your leg cramps eventually from the constant pressure and from holding that position for too long, he will chalk it up to you being fussy at first
but if you insist, heâll stop and drop immediately to push his fingers into the sore spot
it will hurt- his grip is strong and he is insistent, despite your wriggling around
but it makes for a quick and effective solution: he is good at massaging the cramp away, soothing the pain with his hand.
Once itâs out of the way, heâll keep his warm hand on it before continuing to fuck you into relaxation- a nap after getting fucked until you are limp is the best way to a quick recovery in his opinion
Otherwise youâll probably get bothered with massage rollers or a massage gun
Sgt. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
hah, yeah, this happens to the two of you a lot-
look, I see Kyle and I see him having fun in the bedroom
he is DOWN to try new stuff, basically whenever wherever, baby
If you have sex with this man, youâre bound to get more flexible, thatâs a fact for sure, I will not be taking any goddamn notes
I can see him ogling you while you do yoga or pilates and it escalating from there
especially if you shake your ass a little at him
Downward dog man, Iâm telling you.
And how could he say no to you?
Heâs eating you out until you tell him to stop making you wait and fuck you
and Kyle, good, loyal, absolutely whipped for his girl Kyle, does not hesitate to slide his cock in and âgive you a good stretchâ
âDeep breath, darling- fuck- yeah-â
but when your legs start to cramp and you yelp?
He jumps because he is scared he hurt you before he reacts.
Heâll help you up and get you moving before getting you some gatorade or something like it
Ushers you into a bath and rubs your back for you as you soak
Will definitely still get you off later and just insist you have to relax
Yoga sex will definitely be off the table for a while, despite the fun because Gaz is just too afraid heâll hurt you again
Sgt. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
this nasty dog of a man-
I digress
thereâs a book of things he wants to try out with you
so he is always delighted when you bring up something new to try out, his shy little birdie, heâll tease you about being the horndog in the relationship
literally twists you into any crazy position you consent to (like the pretzel or whatever? looking at that shit gives me cramps)Â
kamasutra books have nothing on the brain of this man
it doesnât hurt that he⊠does his research.
anyways
if you let him do that shit to you? Oh the satisfaction on that manâs face
Dirty grin on his face the entire time that only falls when you cum or when he does- however, I feel like Soap gets sloppy when he is about to cum, sloppy, careless and definitely a little unhinged
so when your legs protests and he is in the throes of it, you have got to forgive him bc your pussy is sucking his soul out of his body
but even in a pussy-drunk state, as soon as he is back in his body when you whimper and start to cringe at the pain, heâll start stretching your leg outÂ
heâll use the length of his body to prop it up and stretch you out, going full on football physical therapist, despite his dick still softening inside of your pussy
he might get hard again, especially if he starts rubbing over the spot and you start whimpering and relaxing, letting him treat you well and relaxing into it
definitely hard again when you shoot him a satisfied, relaxed look at the immediate relief he provides for you
âWeâll have to stretch you out hen, just to be sure you donât cramp up again, yeah?â
Trust, you will be stretched very unprofessionally- kinks and new positions are discovered that night
#tf141#cod mw2#cod modern warfare#captain john price#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick
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a place to rest
prompt: sleep deprivation, isolation chamber, forced to stay awake, "leave the lights on"
whumpee: river cartwright
fandom: slough house/slow horses
heya welcome back to me hurting river :) this fic is based on a line from one of the books and idr if it's in the show as well but basically that river and spider went thru training together and were each other's only connection in there. yeah. i'm obsessed w that dynamic and wanted to play w it lol. hope you like!! (title from hungry heart by bruce springsteen)
He has been sitting on the floor of this room, which could perhaps generously be termed a cupboard, for god knows how long. Long enough to have gotten tired, for them to have given him two mealsâif that slop could be called a meal, anyway.Â
Heâd tried to fall asleep, earlier. Heâd known, of course, that they wouldnât let him. Doesnât take a genius to work that one out. But heâd given it a go, anyway, and been rewarded for his efforts with a loud banging on the door and an increase in the brightness of the already unpleasantly bright bulb hanging above him.Â
His head hurts. Heâs hungry. Two slices of hard bread and a bowl of lukewarm soup that is mostly water is hardly enough to keep you satiated, even when itâs been given to you twice.Â
By the time they bring him the third mealâmore of the sameâhis eyes are threatening to stay closed every time he blinks. But the light keeps getting brighter, it seems like, every time heâs on the verge of nodding off, and now loud musicânot even anything good, just discordant drums and brassâis being piped through some unseen speaker at random intervals.Â
He wants to go home.Â
And he knowsâhe knows this is all just pretend. Except itâs not. Sure, heâs in no actual danger. If he gets really hurt, thereâs a medical team. The people holding him here are helping him. Turning him into an effective agent.Â
But the torture itself is very much real.Â
By the time the fourth meal comes around, he isnât quite sure what reality is anymore. The world is sort of fuzzy around the edges and he keeps hearing voices, people speaking to him, but he canât understand what theyâre saying and heâs too exhausted to ask them to speak up.Â
He shuffles forward to take the tray thatâs been pushed through the slot in the door (which locks immediately after the food is given to him, so he canât even catch a glimpse of the outside world). His hands are shaking so much that he canât eat the soup, not that heâll be missing out on much.Â
Sometime in the hazy period between the fourth meal and when the fifth would presumably be served, a miracle happens.Â
The door opens.Â
Thereâs a man standing there, in military uniform. Not British military. Not anything easily identifiable as belonging to another country, either. He gestures for River to get up.Â
Heâs not sure if he can.Â
River eventually manages to use the wall to leverage himself to his feet. His vision swims. The other man reaches forwards and grabs him by the shoulders, drags him out into the hall, and then pushes him.Â
âGo.â
It takes a long time for the word to make its way into Riverâs consciousness. By the time he realizes heâs free, the other man is long gone.Â
He almost collapses to the floor right then and there. The lights are dimmer and thereâs no loud noise, just the quiet buzz of activity elsewhere.Â
But heâd better not. Maybe itâs not permitted to sleep here. Maybe theyâll punish him. Make him stay in that closet longer.Â
Motivated half by the fear that someone is going to come along and drag him back into that hell, half by the absolutely overwhelming desire to lie down and pass out, River wanders through a maze of hallways, navigating on memories made murky by lack of sleep. At some point the realization occurs to him, dimly, that heâs shaking.Â
Somehow he makes it outside of the terrible building where heâd been kept, then across a sprawling but decrepit lawn and to the barracks.Â
The room heâs been sleeping in is fairly empty. Thereâs him, Spider, and four other guys, spaced out across eight bunk beds. He and Spider have claimed the bed closest to the door, and as River comes through that door, heâs hit with a wave of regret in regards to his choice of sleeping spot.
Heâd taken the top bunk, some childhood desire drawing him there, but thereâs no way in hell heâs making it up that ladder. Just seeing the beds has made his legs go weak, and heâs unsure of his ability to take another step.
Spider is sitting on his own bed, and River tries very hard to focus on him. Heâs sort of curled into himself near his pillow, and thereâs a black eye and a red, angry scrape down his cheek which hadnât been there before.Â
Spider looks up at him. His eyes widen slightly, and then he wordlessly gestures to the rest of the bed, a silent invitation.Â
River lacks the energy to do anything but accept, collapsing down onto Spiderâs mattress. Spider doesnât do anything, just watches silently, so River simply curls himself up on the lower half of the bed, not so much as taking his shoes off first.
Heâs asleep in seconds.Â
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He dreams discordantly but sleeps rather soundly. When he wakes up, still tired, it takes him a few moments to work out where he is.Â
Heâs in Spiderâs bed. He vaguely recalls Spider having been here, when heâd arrived, exhausted and shaking and feeling like death.Â
Spider is not here now. And River is tucked beneath the blanketsâmultiple, even though theyâre only allowed one each. His head is on Spiderâs pillow and his shoes are gone although heâs pretty sure he hadnât had the strength to remove them before.Â
A dim thought about all of this floats across Riverâs mind, hazy and uncertain and vaguely tender, but heâs too tired and disoriented to properly follow it.
He falls back asleep instead.
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Iâm not sure if youâve heard of this theory/trope but itâs one Iâve heard throughout my years in the fandom but itâs basically served in crumbs because thatâs how rarely Iâve heard it.
The theory/trope is basically that Starscream is Megatronâs son, whether biological or adopted, and given how their canon relationship is like itâs an extremely fucked âfather and sonâ dynamic.
Depending on the continuity, Starscream both wants Megatronâs approval and for him to be gone, but no matter what continuity, Starscream knows that deep down he can never be Megatron or inspire the same loyalty and fear as he does. Basically acts the way almost every person who grew up with daddy issues acts.
Then in comes Megatronâs hybrid bitlet. Megatron doesnât treat them the way he treats Starscream, his first child. Megatron is firm and strict with them but never lifts a hand to them and rarely raises his voice at them and doesnât subjugate them to the same humiliation and abuse that he does with Starscream.
Starscream rarely sees the child (Megatron keeps his SIC far away from the apple of his eye and when he isnât there to enforce it, Soundwave sure as hell does) but on the rare occasions that he has, he can see the how protective and territorial Megatron gets over them, but also how much he cares and loves them (in his own way, of course).
It very much a gives â-that means she was always capable of change, but I just wasnât worth changing forâ and âwe may have the same parent but we had very different childhoods.â
Oh yeah, I've seen takes on it. It's been a while, though. It was slanted as a Megatron was a father-figure to a grieving prince (major political leverage) or direct spark-kin as an explanation why he never kills Starscream after multiple assassination attempts.
There are multiple ways to go about this scenario:
Treatment based on Megatron's future plans. Starscream is supposed to be his heir and needs that cruel edge to be the Decepticon leader, but his hybrid sibling is slotted for a perhaps different role? Fostering political ties via matrimony? An ambassador to be their voice on a galactic stage?
Treatment based on how they come into Megatron's hands. Think of it as cultural differences and age he stepped into the role of father. If he actually sparked an Elite Vosian noble, then it would be a mess. As in Megatron didn't even know about his son's existence and Starscream doesn't know his sire, only the shadow of his carrier getting sparked with a single sparklet (bad omen among the Vosians) and following his carrier on her assignments as a diplomat to other city-states. A teenage!Starscream of a high-caste will not get along with Megatron's everything. He's absolutely dismayed that his carrier would sigh fondly or sharply reprimand Starscream is "exactly like your sire!" No, he isn't! Meanwhile, hybrid sibling was born into Megatron's hands and doesn't know anything else but the ship.
Treatment based on biological quirks. I imagine that Seekerkin sparklings tend to be aggressive and prone to outbursts to their age mates because they're attempting to establish a hierarchy among them, and an overactive prey-drive still settling as they differientiate kin, strangers that are neutral, and unknown hostiles. It's the duty of overwatching adults to make sure the scraping doesn't get too out of hand and draw the boundaries of what is and isn't acceptable in play. Megatron is a damn tank/gun, and neither of them do that. So he thinks he had a wild, unruly child who was trying to savage the living daylights out of any playdate. Hybrid sib, on the other hand, has a shorter lifespan running against them. Plus, are they starting off as a human or a newspark? Do they switch in-between? Are they a tiny newborn that Megs need to mass displace down to even let them hold his pinky finger?
Difference based on health. Sibling isn't well. Megatron keeps them far away from everyone else due to their fragility. Megatron allows himself to be softer because there is no guarantee they will reach adulthood, let alone lead any part of the forces.
#ask#transformers#megatron#starscream#parental relationship#bitlets#sparklings#cybertronian culture#cybertronian biology#tf headcanons#medical complications#maccadam#my thoughts#look imagine starscream is like a stray cat to his sick little sib#oh the fights he'll have with megs#especially since star and skyfire have backgrounds in xeno
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Forced Love V
John Wick x Reader
Summary: Arranged marriages aren't uncommon in the crime world but John Wick never expected to be forced into one with is boss' daughter.
Chapter Summary: John finishes what his brother-in-law started
Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N, canon level violence (if it's in the movie it's here), medical stuff
Word Count: 3.7K
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When John finally woke, he was tied up in some sort of abandoned building. Although, the scaffolding and lights indicated that maybe it was just under construction. Directly in front of him was an empty chair but flanking that was his wife, bound to another chair with tape covering he mouth. She let out a soft cry that sounded like his name upon seeing him wake. She was breathing heavily and her voice was raw. The tear tracks that stained her face did nothing to assure him that Viggo hadnât hurt his own daughter.
âWell John,â Viggoâs voice cut through her soft sobs as he came into view. âThey sure as fuck broke the mold with you,â he said, sitting down. Two guards followed him, but stopped next to Y/Nâs chair. And John could see the two guards on either side of him through his peripheral vision. Viggo laughed as he continued. âYou always had a certain⊠audacity about you, you know. I thought itâd make you a good husband to my daughter and I feared she had softened you too much when you asked to retire. But I can say youâre still very much the John Wick of old.â
âAm I?â he pressed daringly.
Viggo leaned forward as he spoke. âPeople donât change. You know that. Times, they do.â He sighed before going to the thing burning in his chest. âDo you know what was in that vault? Artwork, cash, not without itâs worth. But the leverage I had over this city. Evidence, blackmail, audio, photos,â he listed. âIt was fucking priceless!â he cursed, standing up in rage. âPriceless!â
âYeah, I kind of enjoyed that,â John said softly.
Viggo let out a scathing laugh. âYeah, I know you did.â His laugh became humorous as he got closer to John, sending a punch to his face.
Y/N let out a muffled scream in protest.
Viggo turned his scathing tongue on her now. âShut up you brat!â he screamed. âI never should have paired you two up. You used to be so obedient, always so eager to please me. But then you two got married,â he said in disgust. âAnd you corrupted each other.â He turned back to John. âAnd then you got out by lying to yourself. Telling yourself that the past held no sway over the future. But in the end, a lot of us are rewarded for our misdeeds, which is why Iâm going to take your wife.â John lunged at Viggo but his restraints and the guards held fast. âBecause you decided to⊠unleash yourself upon me. I gifted her to you, I have every right to take her back. Fuck, I shouldâve taken her back when you asked for retirement but I let you keep her. As a gesture. But then you decided to take it upon yourself to meddle in family matters.â He paused, letting his words hang in the air and echo in Johnâs brain. âThis life follows you. It clings to you, infecting everyone close to you. We are cursed, you and I.â
âOn that, we agree,â John said, cursing himself for falling in love.
Viggo sat back, shock written on his face. âFinally, common ground,â he chuckled.
âI have my grievances with you,â John began, âbut my real focus is your son. Step aside and give him to me.â
âJohn Wick,â Viggo mused in disbelief. âBaba Yaga,â he mocked the name he was once so proud to threaten with. He stood up, signaling to his men to get ready to leave. âIt was just a spat between siblings.â
âYour son tried to kill my wife!â he yelled. âWhen we got married you made me promise to protect her. I am because you failed! You led her unstable brother to believe that you would choose her over him and then she almost died for your mistake! And then you protected your son over her. I was just doing what you fucking asked. People keep asking if Iâm back. And up until now I havenât really had an answer. But now? Yeah, Iâm thinking Iâm back! So you can either hand over your son,â Viggo muttered an order in Russian before turning to leave, ââŠor you can die screaming alongside him!â John screamed as he stood. The guards grabbed him once again, back into his chair as he watched his wife being carried out behind her traitor father. He continued struggling as they wrapped a bag around his face, trying to suffocate him.
Just as the black started to close in on his vision, he heard the sound of a bullet whizzing. The man to his right went down, blood spattering onto the bag covering his face. The other guard immediately let go, drawing his weapon to find the threat. Marcus. But John didnât have time to consider his old friend. He wasted no time pulling out of the chair, hands still bound and bag still on his head, body slamming the other man to the ground with so much rage, he managed to make him drop his gun. Baba Yaga pulled his zip-tied hands to the front of his body, tearing off the bag before running at the scrambling mercenary with a yell. Using his bound hands, he got the gun away from him. They began to struggle, John just needed to get his bound arms around the manâs neck. But he had the same idea and two autonomous hands allowing him to pin John to the ground easier, strangling him as he struggled to break from the manâs grasp. He managed to turn his head enough so the manâs thumb was in his mouth, biting down hard. It made the guard loose focus enough that John was able to regain the advantage. He got his zip-tied hands around the mans throat, pulling with all his might until he choked the guard out and was then able to snap his neck. Without even taking a second to catch his breath, John was using a knife from another guard to cut the zip-ties. Pocketing the knife, he ran towards the exit, hoping to catch Viggo before he left. Heâd be damned if he let his wife be taken from him right under his nose like that.
On the way out, he spotted a high caliber rifle that was like shooting a mini bazooka. Grabbing it, he burst out the door just in time to see the SUV taking off. Seeing as his gunfire wouldnât do much good from the rear, he found a route through the alleys that would let him cut them off. He ran through alleyways until he finally reached the main street. He stood in the middle of the street, taking aim at the speeding car. The fact that he couldnât see his wife in the car gave him a little bit of peace as bullets pelted the SUV, making the driver swerve into a parked car, halting the vehicle.
John immediately had the gun pointed at Viggo. âCool it, cool it, cool it,â he begged, his hands raised.
âWhere is she?â he demanded, shooting a warning shot to the side.
âSheâs in the car!â Viggo answered quickly. He reached back, only to open the door. The door flung open on account of the tilted vehicle and the fact that a person had been flung into it. Viggoâs daughter was spilled out onto the ground in a less than graceful manner on account of her bound arms and legs.
âWhereâs Iosef?â John demanded next, seeing no bleeding from his wife.
âI have your word that if I tell you where he is, youâll let me walk away?â he bargained.
âPull the contract,â John demanded.
âDone,â Viggo agreed, seeing as he had no allies around him. âHeâs kept in a safe house in Brooklyn,â Viggo answered. â434 Wallace Place. They know youâre coming.â
âOf course,â John stated, finally lowering his gun. âBut it wonât matter.â He rounded Viggo, not caring where he ran off to.
He kneeled down next to his wife, pulling out the knife to cut her own zip-ties before carefully pulling off the tape on her mouth. She let out a hollow sob as she reached up to grab him, arms wrapped around his neck. He wrapped his free arm around her torso, pulling her into him and burring his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. They savored the moment as long as they could until John had to let go. He couldnât let Viggo warn Iosef and give him the opportunity to move. âHey,â he began softly. âIâm gonna need you to take a cab to the Continental. Donât talk to anyone, just head up to the room and wait for me there. I have to go deal with your brother. Then we can go home,â he promised her.
She nodded in understanding, too shaken up to really form word. He helped her stand, pressing some money into her hand for the cab. Before he could take off, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. As she moved to break it, he followed, letting the kiss linger for another moment. âI love you,â she whispered.
âI love you too,â he said before taking off towards Brooklyn.
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Once again, Y/N found herself pacing the hotel room she had come to loathe. Although she had to commend the cleaners. You would never be able to tell that two high trained assassins had just had a fight in here the night prior. It was only when her husband opened the door that she really breathed for the first time since the attack. It was finally over. They could finally go home and put this behind them so they could continue to live the lives they had built for themselves.
John said nothing, just pulled his wife into his chest and held her tight. âItâs over,â he promised her.
âI love you so much,â she professed in response, pressing soft kisses to the side of his face. He sighed in content, having missed soft moments like this ever since their world had shattered.
âI love you too. Câmon, lets go home.â
They had never packed their bags so quickly, eager to get out of the city. Once they reached the lobby, they went to the front desk to check out. âThank you,â John said, as he slid the key across the desk.
âOur pleasure, sir,â Charon thanked, placing a set of keys on the desk. John stared at them quizzically. âA parting gift. From management,â he explained. âCompensation for last nightâs unfortunate⊠incident.â
John thanked the man as he took the keys. The pair stepped outside, finding a brand new Dodge Charger sitting out front. John gave the slightest smile upon seeing the new car. He turned to his wife, seeing a small smile creep onto her face as well. They stepped down towards the car, John opening the passenger door for her before rounding the car to the driverâs side. He got in, taking in the car before putting it in drive. Before taking off though, he snaked his hand over to the passenger side, grasping his wifeâs hand. âWe just have one stop to make before we go home.â
The pair stood looking over the water, right next to the Manhattan bridge. âSo what are we waiting for?â
âThat would be me,â Marcusâ voice answered her. âHi Y/N, I donât think weâve formally met,â the man smiled, extending her hand. She took it, shaking it as she sent a glance to her husband. *Who was this man? â*Iâm the one whose been saving your husbandâs ass.â
âI appreciate it,â John chuckled.
âOf course,â Marcus dismissed. âYou look terrible,â he remarked, earning a laugh from Y/N.
John sent a teasing glance to his wife. âNo, I look retired,â he corrected.
âRetired? You really believe that?â John didnât answer. âYou made a new life. Youâll find your way back to it. Itâs time to go home,â he said, slightly ominously. âIt was nice to finally meet you,â he bid, looking at his friendâs wife.
âLikewise,â she returned as he walked away. She turned back towards the river, the same as her husband. âYou ready?â she asked, extending her hand.
âYeah,â he agreed, taking it.
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They were enjoying a peaceful drive home in the new car when John got a call. With a quick check to caller ID, he found Marcusâ name. âThis is John,â he answered.
The way John immediately stiffened as Viggoâs voice came over the phone didnât escape his wifeâs notice. She had no idea what was said, but based on her husbandâs body language, she could guess who was on the other end. âI appreciate you granting my son a swift death.â
âIt was more than he deserved,â John replied, remembering how Iosef had tried to just beat a woman to death.
âAnd yet you granted him mercy. Unlike what Iâm going to do to Marcus. He betrayed me.â
John immediately threw down the phone, spinning the car around so fast it almost went into a tailspin. âJohn what the fuck!â
âViggo has Marcus,â he explained, pressing the car to itâs top speed as he raced back into the city. âHe couldnât kill me and he couldnât kill you. So heâs killing Marcus.â
Her heart sunk, âOh god,â she whispered. She knew her father did terrible things but she hadnât really considered them when she wasnât on the receiving end. John continued speeding through the city as she came to terms with how complicit she had been with others suffering.
When they finally pulled up to her fatherâs brownstone, John was immediately climbing out of the car. âStay here,â he said gruffly. She didnât say anything as she watched her husband go in to grieve the closest thing he had to a best friend. After a few moments John was running back to the car. Before she could assume the worst, he was hopping in and taking off. âYour father is fleeing New York,â he explained. âHe practically left you to die and now heâs killed Marcus. Heâs not leaving,â he swore.
Not a word was said as they raced towards the only property that Viggo owned that housed a helipad. An old loading dock that had been long forgotten. As they closed in on the two SUVs driving in the same direction, John pressed the car further. âHold on!â he warned as he started side swiping the SUV until it fell down into one of the pits that used to be used to load shipping containers.
John didnât even celebrate his victory or stop to consider that Viggo may have been in that car. He just kept driving, going after the remaining SUV. There was no shot heâd let Viggo have any chance of getting away. He kept knocking into the side of the SUV until he pulled back enough to send it into a tailspin, straight into a bollard. The SUV stopped suddenly but John was able to brake before backing up. âGet down!â he yelled, forcing his wifeâs head down as he saw Viggoâs men get out of the SUV with guns.
They shot at the Charger, shattering the back windshield but that didnât dissuade The Boogeyman in the slightest. He continued backing up until he hit the gunman who went rolling over the car. As he went, John shot up into the ceiling, sending bullets into the man as he rolled off the car. John then shot three more men out of the window, in the process leaning over to his wifeâs seat to recline it all the way back. âLay down flat,â he told her. Given that he was the worldâs deadliest assassin, she didnât question his judgement in that moment.
As Avi fell out of the car and went running, John chased after him, cutting him off. They exchanged a few bullets before John slammed the passenger side of the car into him. It hit him with so much force he broke the window, eliciting a scared shout from the woman laying in the passenger seat, but he quickly slumped to the ground. But before John could finish him off, an incredible force came from his side.
Viggo drove his SUV straight into the Charger, not caring about his daughter or right hand man. He continued driving, gas pedal pressed to the ground as he pushed the car towards the pit. Realizing what was happening, Y/N spoke up. âOut the back windshield! Out the back windshield!â she cried as she crawled backwards. Fortunately John knew what she meant because he also released his seat, crawling out with her and hitting the ground before the car went over the edge.
âAre you okay?â he asked his wife as the rain poured down on them.
âYeah,â she choked out, the fall knocking the wind out of her. âHeâs over there,â she coughed, spying her father heading towards the helicopter. âGo. Iâm fine.â She too wanted revenge for all the bullshit he put her husband through.
John took off running towards his father-in-law as she stayed to catch her breath. Climbing into the mostly intact SUV, she clambered around for a gun. She searched frustratedly. There was no way there werenât at least twenty hidden weapons in a mob bossâ car. She rejoiced as she found one taped under the passenger seat, climbing out of the car just in time to see both John and her father take a seat. Both of them exhausted and heavily injured. She could see them talking but she didnât give a fuck whatever deal they were making. Her father had only done one good thing for her and that was arrange her marriage to John. And he still tried to use that gift against her until he couldnât and he decided to kill him. So she took aim, steadying herself before pulling the trigger. Headshot. And this time, she didnât feel bad about it.
âJohn!â she called, running over to him. She was terrified heâd succumb to his wounds right there. She stopped running for a brief moment when he stood, so relieved to see him up. She continued sprinting towards him, meeting him gently. She didnât want to hurt him more but he grasped her wrist, pulling her into him. âYouâre okay,â she assured him. âWeâre gonna be okay. Câmon,â she said, throwing his arm around his shoulder in order to help him back to the car. Based on the amount of weight he placed on her, he really needed it. She helped him into the passenger side of the beat up SUV. Fortunately the passenger side door was still intact. âWeâre going to the hospital,â she told him, getting into the driverâs seat.
âNo,â he immediately protested.
âJohn! Youâre hurt.â
âThereâs a veterinary hospital just a few blocks south. No one is there at night. We can use their medical supplies.â
âJohnâŠâ she protested reluctantly, terrified for her husband but heading south anyways.
âI used to go there if I got injured before I retired. Trust me, I know what Iâm talking about,â he tried to reassure.
âOkay,â she agreed reluctantly.
She followed Johnâs directions until they reached what looked like an abandoned building. The only indication that it was even somewhat in use was the sound of all the dogs barking. John broke through the back doorâs window, reaching down to open the door, letting himself in. They went in and Y/N was immediately pushing John to lean against the stainless steel table in the middle of the room. âWhat do you need?â she asked, going to the medical supplies.
âGauze, suture kit or staple gun, and something to clean the wound,â he answered, already crouching in from of a pitbullâs cage.
She grabbed everything he needed, going over to him. âLean back,â she directed him. She kneeled on the ground next to him as she worked as fast as possible. âI still think you should go to the hospital,â she said disapprovingly.
âIâd been through worse before I met you,â he confessed.
âI donât know how it gets worse than this,â she said, stitching up every major wound she found.
âThis dog is gonna be euthanized,â he said, reading the file on the dogs cage. His wife paused only long enough to look at the dog. He pawed at the cage upon meeting her gaze, his big eyes immediately melting her heart.
âWe can take him with us when weâre done. But you have to promise me youâll let me call the doctor to check you out as soon as weâre home.â
âI will,â he swore.
âWas this all an elaborate scheme to make me let you get a dog?â she pressed, only mildly jokingly.
âThat was part of it,â John returned the joke.
A small smile crept onto her face as she paused her work once again to look at her husband. âI love you. So much. Please donât do anything dangerous ever again.â
âIâll try,â he smiled. âI love you too. I canât move so youâre gonna have to come here.â She giggled slightly, scooching over to him. Once she got close enough, John grabbed her shirt, bringing her down to meet his lips as he gave her a sweet kiss. Just like on their wedding day except now they werenât strangers. They had been through more together than they had thought a couple could go through. âI love you,â he repeated, only parting their lips enough to say that.
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