#michael rooker x you

[storywriter12]

@garma-mom I hope that you like this and I hope that I did good on this sorry it took so long

Merle Dixon Relationship preferences

(how did you meet) you met him the first ever time you got to woodbury you were in your own scared and hurt only little scratches but the doctor there patched you up merle took you to a little room where you stayed the night. He was kind to you. He told you if there was anything you needed you come right to him you smiled at him and thanked him he nodded leaving you in. Your new room the next morning you had breakfast with the governor and he asked you all sorts of questions. How did you make it this far? Are you with a group?. You were sad given that most if not all of your group died you told him this and he said he was sorry for your loss and you will have a family here. He brought Merle in and he showed you around you loved the library there which you shared the love of books to him you both had little looks here and there. You saw him blush but looked away. You noticed that his hand was gone but you didn't ask he saw you look at it anyway “cut it off”he said lifting it up, sorry you said to him but he brushed it off that day you spent together was really nice he got you both lunch and showed you around he then showed you to your house. You gasped in shock from how pretty it was “I'm… I'm, I'm hoping that you are going to stay “he said stuttering over his words you turned and smiled at him he left you alone to get settled in for the night and that he will see you tomorrow morning.

(what he thought about you)

He liked you. He liked being around you he spent more of his time with you then anybody else you two would just sit and talk he discovered that you were a baker and a very good cook so you would cook him food if he had to go out and then just give it to one of the guards to save it for when he came home. This touched him no one ever really cooked for him and he liked you even more because you did this he always told you that you shouldn't but you always shut him down so eventually he stopped and just let you bake and. Cooked his other friends would call you his housewife which he smiled at but told them to mind their own business. He would even join you for dinner, most nights he would set the table and then after you two would talk and play cards after you fell asleep and he covered your body over with a blanket. Yes he liked you alot.

(how would he ask you out) he would do a picnic for you and take you out somewhere he knew was safe you both lied down and he was dressed very smartly he looked at you watching the warm wind blow your hair he felt nervous he didn't want to overstep the mark with this he took deep breaths and it just came out

(merle) so you wanna go out with me? As in a date?.....

Silence filled the air until he spoke again

(merle) if you don't it's OK

(You) you cut him off. I would love to! You said smiling at him

He had to check if he heard you right but then it sank in that you said yes he got all tingly which happens. All the time he was around you he smiled at you and now he had to think. Where was he going to take you?

(where would he take you:He came around your house around 2:00pm with a big box. You looked at him with a “what's this? “ Look, you helped him with the box to your living room and placed it onto the table you both sat down on the chairs . then moved to the floor. The box was full of memories from life before CDs with sounds like birds singing, waves crashing and tills in the shop ringing money. You couldn't remember what the world sounded like before now the world just sounds like the stuff of nightmares. He also bought some candles with him, smells what you loved, cut grass, smells of fresh bread, gingerbread, cinnamon and mixed berries. You both just lied down on the floor making convocations with each other he knew. How much you missed life before but you were always so thankful for being alive now.

(First kiss) it was a hit day and you were just in a top and shorts you went to visit him. He was on guard. You climbed up and brought him a cold drink. When he saw you he smiled and hugged you. You of course hugged him back. Kissing him in the cheek

(merle) what was that for?

(you) oh you know you looked like you needed something to get you through the day you smiled at him and he. Bite his lip. Looking at your lips

(merle) why don't you kiss me so where else? Here? I said pointing at my lips. I leaned down and kissed her softly as she kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me.

(you) you felt his hand wrap around you. You gave him another kiss and then pulled away. See you later

(what does he call you) baby, sexy, doll, surger, sweetie boo, his girl, angel,little bear (because you call him your big bear) sweetheart, little petal, and darling

(how does he cuddle you)

(how does he hold your hand)

(when he has bad dreams) he knows he has killed a lot of. People and he knows he would never hurt you but that doesn't stop him from dreaming about that

Dream⬇️the governor saw you on the woods and took you back to woodbury threw you into a cell and left you for days when he came back you barely was alive but he wasn't alone he came back with someone a man who stood looking down at you with petty in his eyes “let it be done “ the governor said walking out if the room and leaving merle with you, merle looked at you pulled out his gun and unlocked the cell door walking in you pulled yourself into a little ball as you started to cry hot tears ran down your cheeks he huffed as you heated the gun click and he pulled the trigger and shot you

After he had this dream he shot up his chest going up and down and he felt tears rolling down his cheeks he waited until the next morning to go around to your house seeing that you were alive and well he made you breakfast in bed

This is a request but merle will be in this book now so if anybody has everyone else they want me to put in this book just go ahead and ask me! 😊

[other-dixons-wife]

Sue: *manifests a husband*

Merle: *enters the room*

Sue: ...Fuck.

Is there a "go back" option?

[barelytolerabled]

Twisted desire

Merle Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: ⬆️

Warnings: This fan fiction contains mature content and may not be suitable for all readers.

WC: 2.134

Woodbury was a peculiar place. Surrounded by walls and filled with survivors trying to rebuild a semblance of normalcy, it was an oasis in this desolate world. Merle Dixon, a man known for his brash personality and rough edges, seemed to thrive in this environment. His charm was unconventional, to say the least, and his way of interacting with others often crossed the line between playful banter and outright discomfort.

You had found yourself caught in the crosshairs of Merle's attention. His trash-talking and brash behavior were aimed at anyone within earshot, but it seemed like you were his preferred target.

The first time Merle slapped your ass, you were taken aback, your breath catching in your throat as the unexpected contact sent a jolt through your body. It happened in the crowded marketplace of Woodbury, where people hurriedly bartered for supplies, their voices blending into a cacophony of sound.

You had been browsing through a stall, examining a stack of tattered books, when you felt a sudden sharp impact against your backside. It took a moment for your mind to register what had just happened. The bustling noise seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a deafening silence that amplified your discomfort.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned, anger and surprise swirling within you. There he stood, smirking at you, as if his action was just another joke to add to his repertoire. Merle Dixon, with his wild mane of hair and devil-may-care attitude, had made a spectacle of you.

Your voice trembled with a mix of indignation and confusion. "What the hell, Merle? You can't just go around touching people like that!"

Merle chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Relax, darlin'. It's all in good fun. Ain't no harm done."

But harm had been done. You felt violated, your personal boundaries trampled upon. A part of you wanted to storm off, to distance yourself from his crude behavior. But another part, one you couldn't fully comprehend, yearned for his attention. It was a twisted desire, one that left you feeling conflicted and unsettled.

As you met his gaze, a flicker of remorse passed through Merle's eyes, gone in an instant. It was a fleeting glimpse of a vulnerability he rarely displayed. For a brief moment, you wondered if there was more to him than met the eye, if his abrasive nature was merely a mask for deeper insecurities.

But then his expression hardened once again, and he shrugged nonchalantly. "If it bothers you that much, maybe you should toughen up.

Can't be so sensitive in this world, darlin'."

His dismissive words stung, fueling your anger further. But despite the discomfort and confusion, a small part of you yearned for his attention, for a connection that defied logic and reason.

As you turned to walk away, the memory of that slap lingering on your skin, you couldn't deny the strange pull that Merle Dixon had over you. It was a dangerous dance you were entering, but one you couldn't resist, for better or worse.

The second time Merle slapped your ass, you felt a flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks. This time, it happened when you were helping unload supplies from a delivery truck, your hands full of boxes and cans. You had been so preoccupied with your task that you didn't hear him approaching from behind.

The impact was just as sudden as the first time, and you stumbled slightly, almost dropping your load. Merle chuckled as he passed by, his hand lingering on your backside for a moment longer than necessary. You gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to lash out at him.

As much as his actions made you uncomfortable, there was a strange allure to his attention that you couldn't ignore. It was as if he saw something in you that no one else did, something wild and unpredictable that mirrored his own nature.

It was a dangerous game you were playing, one that left you feeling both exhilarated and uneasy. You knew that Merle had a reputation for being unpredictable, even dangerous, and yet you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

You couldn't deny the electric charge that pulsed between you whenever he was near, the way his rough edges seemed to complement your own. It was a connection that defied reason and logic, one that left you feeling both vulnerable and alive.

As you continued to work alongside him, you found yourself stealing glances at him whenever you could, trying to decipher the enigma that was Merle Dixon. He was a puzzle, a complex mix of contradictions that both fascinated and frightened you.

And yet, despite the discomfort and the uncertainty, you couldn't help but want more.

More of his attention, more of his touch, even though you knew it was a dangerous game to play. For better or worse, you were caught in his web, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence.

In the bustling streets of Woodbury, you found yourself purposely seeking out Merle's presence, driven by a mix of conflicting emotions that you struggled to understand. It was an odd and perplexing dance, where you craved his attention yet feared the consequences that came with it. With a veil of secrecy draped over your actions, you observed him from a distance, pretending not to notice his presence.

You would carefully plan your route through the city, strategically aligning yourself with the places where Merle was known to frequent.

You'd stroll through the marketplace, your eyes subtly scanning the crowd, searching for the telltale signs of his wild hair and distinctive swagger.

Each encounter with Merle was like a clandestine rendezvous, a delicate dance of pretending to be unaware of his presence.

Your heart would quicken as you caught sight of him, but you'd feign nonchalance, as if he were just another face in the bustling crowd. It was a game of veiled glances and stolen moments, a test of wills between your desire for connection and the fear of the unknown.

You'd witness him engaged in his brash banter, his voice cutting through the noise of the city, commanding attention effortlessly. It was both captivating and frustrating to watch him captivate others, his magnetic charm drawing people in like moths to a flame. You wondered what it would be like to be the recipient of his attention, to experience the unique mix of thrill and discomfort that he effortlessly elicited.

There were times when your eyes would meet, even if just for a fleeting moment, and a spark would ignite between you. It was a silent acknowledgment, an unspoken recognition of the uncharted territory that lay between you. In those stolen instants, your heart would skip a beat, and you'd find yourself yearning for more.

But the fear of the consequences kept you from taking that step forward, from acknowledging the pull that Merle had on you.

You were unsure of how he would respond if you were to reveal your true feelings, afraid of the rejection or the potential harm it could bring.

And so, you continued to observe him from the shadows, stealing glances and pretending not to notice his presence while your heart silently begged for his attention. The contradictory feelings within you waged a silent battle, torn between the discomfort and allure that came with his unapologetic presence.

In the bustling streets of Woodbury, you found yourself trapped in this twisted dance, craving his attention while fearing the repercussions. It was a delicate balance, a game of concealment and longing. But as each day passed, the desire to break free from this facade grew stronger, and you wondered if, just maybe, the risk of embracing your true feelings was worth the potential rewards it could bring.

One evening, you spotted Merle leaning against a wall, a wicked grin etched on his face. The air crackled with anticipation as you hesitated for a moment before steeling yourself and approaching him. The rhythm of your heart pounded in your ears, matching the intensity of the moment.

"What's the matter, darlin'? Can't resist my charms, huh?" he drawled, his voice laced with a mixture of arrogance and desire.

You took a deep breath, your voice quivering with a heady mix of nervousness and longing. "There's something about you, Merle. Something that sets my soul on fire."

His eyes flickered with a dangerous spark as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. "You're playin' with fire, darlin'. I ain't no saint, and I can't promise you a life of rainbows and sunshine."

You met his gaze, determination burning in your eyes. "I've always been drawn to the flames, Merle. I want to feel the heat, even if it consumes me."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his primal instincts intertwining with a raw vulnerability. "Well, ain't you a wild one? Ready to dive headfirst into the darkness?"

You stepped closer, the air charged with electric anticipation. "I've made my choice, Merle. I choose the intensity, the passion, and the adventure that comes with being by your side."

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, followed by a hunger that matched your own. His rough hands reached out, gripping your waist possessively as he pulled you closer, the wall pressing against your back.

"Then brace yourself, darlin'," he growled, his voice a low rasp. "Because I don't hold back. I'll show you a world you've never known before, but once you're in, there's no turning back."

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand, Merle. I want it all, the darkness and the light. I want to embrace the untamed fire within us."

From that moment on, your relationship with Merle took on a new dimension. The trash-talking and ass-slapping were still there, but now they were accompanied by stolen glances, secret touches, and whispered confessions in the shadows. Each encounter was a precarious dance between two damaged souls, finding solace in each other's arms.

It was late at night when you slipped out of your quarters and made your way to the outskirts of Woodbury. You had received the message earlier that day, asking you to meet Merle at a deserted alleyway near the edge of town. You knew it was risky to meet him in secret, but you couldn't resist the pull of his magnetic presence.

As you turned the corner, you saw Merle leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes flickered with approval as he took in the sight of you, dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, your hair falling loosely over your shoulders.

"Well, look who decided to show up," he drawled, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. "I was beginning to think you'd chickened out."

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, but couldn't help the thrill that shot through you at the sight of him. You closed the distance between you, and he pulled you into his embrace, his rough hands sliding over your back.

The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you felt your heart quicken as he leaned down and whispered in your ear. "I've been thinking about you all day, darlin'. Can't seem to get you out of my head."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, and you couldn't help the way your body responded to his touch. His fingers trailed down your spine, sending shivers of pleasure through you, and he leaned in for a heated kiss.

You felt yourself melting into him, the world around you fading away as the only thing that mattered was the feel of his body against yours. The kiss was intense, all-consuming, and you knew that you were falling deeper under his spell with every passing moment.

As you broke apart, gasping for air, Merle grinned down at you, his eyes alight with desire. "You know, darlin', I think we're going to have to make this a regular thing. Can't get enough of you."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, knowing that you were just as hooked on him as he was on you. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, lost in each other's embrace in the middle of the deserted alleyway.

Woodbury continued to thrive, but within its walls, you and Merle found a world of your own. It wasn't conventional, it wasn't easy, but it was real. And in this chaotic world, reality was all you had.

So you embraced the contradictions, the discomfort, and the intense connection between you and Merle. Together, you faced the challenges of Woodbury, discovering that sometimes the most unconventional relationships can be the ones that withstand the test of time.

I wish someone would write Merle x fem!reader, where Merle is just being… Merle, you know, trash-talking and slapping her ass when he walks by her and all that, and though it makes her uncomfortable she still wants his attention and wants to be around him

Please, someone? I’d highly appreciate it

[etclouie]

kinktober day twenty nine - secret relationship sex

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 summary: finding a moment alone with your boyfriend away from the rest of the group (Merle Dixon x !fem reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 setting: prison era

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, riding, tiniest mention of shane (one line), merle himself, secret relationship, kinda ooc merle towards the end, merle calls reader sugar tits (once), uh pretty sure that’s it, lmk if there’s any typos

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 word count: 966

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 a/n: i think michael rooker is so fine, so fully self indulgent

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you’d been with the group since the beginning, becoming as valuable as Shane allowed you to be within the group. 

you knew Merle was a dick, someone the group didn’t really need in any way, but you found him interesting in a sense. 

the same way that led to you now being in a secret relationship with him. 

since he reappeared at the prison, you’d been sneaking around together. 

sneaking him into your room whenever no one else was around, just like now. 

the rest of the group were elsewhere dealing with other things, giving you ample time with Merle. 

you were on top of him, knees on either side of his hips as he lay against the back wall in your bunk. his cock snug and nestled in your warmth while you rolled your hips against him. 

his hands lay heavy on your hips, helping to guide your movements. 

“c’mon doll, know ye’ve got it”

he encouraged, his voice laced with his usual drawl and mixed with a hint of teasing. biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan while your hands grabbed at his shoulders, steadying yourself as you started to rise and drop your hips against him. 

the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs filled the empty room, and growing louder as your hips sped up— chasing the release bubbling tightly in your belly. 

letting out a breathy “oh fuck” as his cock began hitting all the spots that had you seeing stars and your toes curling in your socks. 

“that’s it darlin’, bouncing real pretty f’me”

mewling at his words, breathy moans threatening to spill from your lips as your walls fluttered desperately around him. 

one of his big hands lifting to tug down the neckline of your tank top, letting your boobs spill free; garnering a groan from deep in his chest. 

“prettiest fuckin’ tits”

he groaned out, his head dipping to flick his tongue against one of your pebbled nipples. 

cunt fluttering around him at the new sensation, the pool of warmth bubbling in your belly as you teetered on the edge with every drop of your hips onto him. 

your head lulling back as you chased your orgasm, his face still pressed in against your boobs as his hands helped you move atop of him. 

getting lost in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, each drop down onto him tugging at your climax and coaxing you closer and closer. 

“gonna cum”

you warn, walls clamping tightly around him as your hips falter. teetering on the edge while his lips continued across the swell of your breasts, eyes shut in bliss as the feeling of him consumed all of your senses. 

gasping and opening your eyes to meet his teasing gaze after he bit at your left boob, a subtle indent of his teeth grazing the skin as he pulled back with a cocky smirk. 

and surprisingly, that was your undoing. 

cumming with a shaky and breathless cry of his name while your walls spasmed around him, the coil in your belly snapping as you toppled forwards against his chest.

babbling incoherently against his throat as you basked in the height of your pleasure, walls continuing to flutter rapidly around him while your release coated his cock. 

“there we go, ‘ats it sugar tits”

hiding your face in against his throat at the name, heat flooding through your body in something akin to embarrassment. 

his hands holding firmly onto your hips as he started to rock up into you, chasing his own high as you lay pliant against his chest. 

“know yer tired but need you to help me ‘ere, got it?”

nodding your head tiredly, not making an effort to move as you continued to lay against his chest. 

the velocity of his thrusts up into you had overstimulated whines toppling from your lips, the slapping of your ass against his thighs filling the room again. 

his thrusts sloppy and stuttering as the coil within him snapped, listening to him groan loudly as his climax hit him. clinging impossibly closer to him as he shot his release into your warmth, spurt after spurt of his cum coating your walls. 

“there we go sugar, there we go”

he cooed, pulling out of you reluctantly and causing both of you to hiss at the sudden withdrawal of him. burying your face tighter against his throat as the feeling of his cum dripping out of you started. 

his hands soothed across the swell of your ass, carefully moving you off of him and down into the worn mattress of the bunk. 

your state worn and drowsy now, making him chuckle at the sight. 

you barely registered the way he slipped out from your side, standing next to your bunk and pulling his pants back on and redoing his belt in the process. 

if anything, if the world hadn’t gone to shit, Merle would’ve left you exactly like this. practically naked and exposed, but now he felt some sort of urge to help take care of you afterwards— still nothing worldly though. 

he grabbed your panties he’d previously tugged off, helping pull them back on before grabbing the sweatpants he’d also removed from you in his frenzy to get you naked. he allowed his gaze to rake down your now redressed body, bar your still exposed boobs which he also helped fix back into your tank top. 

the feelings he had for you were so foreign, so new. 

he didn’t know how to deal with them, which is why he always slipped out before you regained any awareness. 

before he slipped out this time however, he was leaning in to press a kiss to your temple before murmuring out to you. 

“see you next time darlin’”

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[fanficsforfun]

Merle

Pairing: Michael Rooker x female reader

Word count: 760

Warnings: none (well, mild sexual tension I guess and some hard language)

Summary: Rooker’s role-playing as Merle to comfort you after you were feeling bad for a fanfic you read about Merle. For context, you and Rooker are working on the same project so you see each other behind the scenes between takes

This fic was inspired by @allhailkingrooker51 who wrote about Rooker role-playing as Yondu and because of that I decided to dare to write (and publish too) my own little fantasy of him. Also this is obviously just fiction and not meant to offend Rooker, or his wife for that matter!

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You had been into fanfiction for quite some time and usually enjoyed it, but this time you had read a fic about Merle, and although it was brilliantly written, it made you really sad. Not only for him but for yourself too. He would deserve love, but likely he would not know how to receive it. And you on the other hand, you felt like you didn't deserve his attention which made you feel painfully lonely. You knew it was stupid but you couldn't shake off your negative feelings, and when you saw Rooker in the common room that same night, you couldn’t hold back your tears.

"What's wrong, hun?" he asked worriedly after noticing your distressed expression and tear-stained face.

"Uh, nothing. I mean... This is stupid, I was just reading fanfiction and... I feel bad for Merle," you fumbled awkwardly, embarrassingly aware of your weepy voice. You were overreacting, you knew that. Merle was just a character from a TV show, you shouldn't cry because of him. But you felt so terrible.

"Why is that?" Rooker wanted to know, his voice surprisingly empathic.

"Well, I guess I finally realized what kind of man Merle is. That he couldn't really love anyone. And, well, it made me feel lonely and... unworthy", you explained, not daring to look at him. Then you shook your head. "Sorry, I know this is silly," you said, finally meeting his gaze and smiling apologetically.

���Hey, no need to apologize", he assured. "But I think Merle’s okay alone too, and you, love… you’re not alone and absolutely not unworthy, ya know that, right?”

You gave him another smile, nodding and wiped the tears from your face.

“Yeah, I know. I told you, I’m being silly.”

“Well, maybe a little. Can’t really force yourself not to feel anything though”, he commented.

“Hmm, true.”

And Rooker was right, of course, but you didn’t exactly love negative feelings and would rather not feel them, as if that would have been possible.

The next day you didn't see him until the afternoon, and when you did, you hardly could believe your own eyes. In front of you stood Merle Dixon himself with the familiar smug grin on his face. He was wearing green cargo pants, a white tank top and a black blouse that he had not buttoned up. And the prosthesis. The question of where he could have gotten it from popped into your mind but disappeared as quickly as it had surfaced.

“Hey, beautiful”, he greeted you just the way Merle would.

You swallowed, blushed and raised your hand to your mouth, tears burning in the corners of your eyes. For a moment you couldn't get a word out of your mouth, but then you whined, "Merle!"

“Shh, don’t ya cry, sugar”, Rooker soothed you with a gruff voice and opened his arms for you. “Come here now, come on!”

You rushed into his arms and clung to him, regardless of feeling a bit strange about him role-playing as Merle. But he was giving you a chance to get rid of your bad feelings, so of course you’ll play along!

“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s alright, shh…”, his low voice soft and his soothing words made you quickly feel warm and happier.

Rooker caressed you and only when you had calmed down a bit did his hand go lower and, to your surprise, gently squeezed your butt. You flinched and blushed hard. His touch felt better than you dared admit and sent a wave of pleasure through your body.

"I hear ya think you're not good enough for ol' Merle", he teased. "That's the fuckin' dumbest thing I've heard in a long time! Don't ya dare try tellin' me ya ain’t attractive, ya sexy thing."

You giggled and leaned back just enough to look at him. You moved your hands to his face and gently stroked his cheek, smiling with twinkling eyes.

"Thank you," you said softly.

Rooker grinned and unexpectedly pressed a kiss right to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, but then a satisfied smile spread across your lips. God, you thought. He just kissed me! Michael Rooker just kissed me!!

That was as far as he'd go, but the two of you exchanged a few more words before Rooker had to go back to work, albeit not as Merle. You spent the rest of the day as if in a dream. You never in a million years thought he'd do anything like that. Well, of course you knew he was a sweet person, but that sweet? It had come as a total surprise.

[talkaboutmovies]

Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer (1990)

 “Henry:Portrait of a Serial Killer” is John McNaughton’s controversial 1990 film (although it was filmed in 1986) which is very loosely based on convicted serial killer Henry Lee Lucas. How much is based on Lucas is hard to say, given Lucas’ penchant for confessing to crimes he had nothing to do with. Veteran character Michael Rooker makes his movie debut, but because of it being initially “shelved”, he had a few other films come out first. Tom Towles plays his prison buddy, Otis (similar to Lucas’ partner Ottis Toole).

 Rooker gives a great, slow-burn performance. The beginning are several murder scenes shown with audio, presumably of the murders as they happen. In the first scene that we actually see Henry, he’s eating at a dinner and friendly to the waitress as he leaves. At the same time, you feel rage bubbling just under the surface. Otis the picks his young, attractive sister up at the airport. They go back to the apartment that he shares with Henry who shows up shortly afterwards. After a brief introduction, Henry leaves. Otis then reveals they were prison buddies and Henry was in prison for killing his mother.

 Becky, played by Tracy Arnold, feels a connection to Henry if only because he pays attention to her. Henry reciprocates to a point, not anything genuine. It seems more his modus operandi, which he explains the concept of to Otis after they murder two prostitutes. Rooker is good at playing unsympathetic characters and finding sometimes the tiniest amount of humanity. 

 “Henry:Portrait of a Serial Killer” is a study of three very damaged people, two of them beyond repair. Henry is scary because he doesn’t look like a monster. He could be your next door neighbor and comes off in many situations as completely normal. Otis’ destroying their TV, leads to a shocking scene involving a stolen electronics salesman. The pair acquired a camcorder, which kicks their crime spree into high gear. What follows is probably what earned “Henry” an “X” rating, initially. Eventually, it was released unrated.

 Michael Rooker went on to many TV and movie credits “Tombstone”, “Guardians of the Galaxy” and “Mississippi Burning” just to name a few. John McNaughton went on to direct more films, most notably “Wild Things” from 1998.

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Rafael Barba x fem!reader Summary: Rafael's out in Manhattan trying to escape the legal world of the city for a little bit when he meets y/n in a bar. They connect instantly and Rafael decides to be bold, inviting her home with him despite not even exchanging last names. After a night of mind blowing sex, they both find themselves surprised the next morning when they run into each other on opposite sides of a case.

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154 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

5 times Sonny tried to propose

Sonny Carisi knew he wanted to marry you within a month of knowing you. Your first date was adorably perfect, ending with the most tender of kisses, a week full of texting and midnight phone calls before your next one, your schedules were a little wonky due to his detective work and your work as a nurse.

The first time you meet the Carisi clan he’s smitten, he knows, his Dad knows, his sisters are already teasing him about ring shopping and his Mom’s already asking when she’s going to get some more grandkids

The first time he tries to propose, he’s cooked your favourite, most elaborate dinner for the two you, there’s candles on the table, a soft jazz playlist playing through the apartment, a trail of rose petals leading down to the bedroom, a heart made out of them on the bed. He’s got the biggest speech all planned out and ready to go, though he’s nervous as FUCK about it. He’s nervously pacing back and fourth through the kitchen, knowing that you’re about to come through the door any minute. He jumps a half a foot when his phone goes off, you’re on the other end, apologizing, saying you’re going to miss dinner, a mass casualty came in and it’s all hands on deck at the hospital. It’s not long after that his phone goes off again, Liv calling the squad in to help out on the law side of things. He leaves dinner in the oven (turned off of course) and scrambles to get rid of all the rose petals. He ends up sleeping at the precinct that night. When you finally collapse into bed you find a solo petal half shoved under the pillow and are confused, but toss it aside and completely forget.

The second time he tried was Christmas. He kept glaring at Bella for constantly dropping hints, asking you about wedding dresses, venues, what your dream ceremony would be like, she even had you on Pinterest oo-ing and aweing over things, but you figured she just wanted your opinion on her own upcoming nuptials. Finally, you had a moment to escape, a moment to yourselves as everyone gathered in the living room for presents and christmas movies. Sonny pulled you out onto the back porch where the snow was gently falling and everything seemed perfect. You were wrapped in his arms, nuzzling deeper into him, murmuring how much you loved him, wishing every moment could be like this. He kissed you softly on the head, cupping your cheek as he starts to pour his heart out to you, how much he adores you and loves every second he gets to spend with you. His free hand is in his pocket, toying with the ring box, his heart thundering in his chest about to bend down on one knee when a very loud “UNCLE SONNY” breaks the moment when one of his nieces comes racing outside, he thinks he can manage to save it, nodding enthusiastically about how cool her toy is….but then she goes a little green from too much candy and pukes all over his shoes. He knows then any kind of proposal is off the table for tonight.

The third time Sonny manages to actually get Valentine’s Day off work, he’s elated when you’re 100% off guaranteed no call ins and books a reservation at the expensive, romantic Italian restaurant you shared your first date at. You’re so smitten in love with each other and look just like the rest of the love sick couples in the joint as you share appetizers and sip at pricy wine. An eruption of squeals and small applause disrupts your evening, glancing across the restaurant, you witness a couple with the man down on his knee and the girl in tears. First Sonny huff’s in annoyance at the idea of a proposal being in your head now, he then pales at the way you scoff, rolling your eyes and mentioning how cringe worthy it is when people propose on valentines. You joke that you’re so happy he knows you better and would never do such a thing, kissing his cheek softly. He’s more glad than ever in that moment that the ring was waiting at home and he hadn’t been dumb enough to have a waiter put it in the dessert or anything.

Sonny’s basically given up at this point, every time he tries to put any amount of effort in, it gets thwarted. Even regular date night at this point seem to get ruined by work, but you’re happier than ever just to return to your shared apartment and get to snuggle up with him at the end of the day and know that he loves you. It’s a warm spring day, you let him sleep in a bit while you made a simple breakfast, the smell of coffee and the fresh air flowing through the apartment rousing him from his sleep.

You kiss him on the cheek, murmuring out a good morning and an I love you, sliding him his coffee, served perfectly how he likes it and he smiles at the utter domesticity of the entire thing, watching you plate up fruity pancakes and bacon. While he’s practically scarfing down the food he can feel your eyes on him, pausing to glance up, asking you what.

In truth, you can’t help but stare at him, the sun’s streaking through the room, highlighting the silvery of his hair that you love so much, making those baby blue eyes shine brighter than ever. And in that moment you can’t think of anything but the love you hold for your boyfriend.

“Nothin.” You reply, taking a small sip of coffee, “just thinkin’ about how much I wanna marry you. Feels kinda lame to say it here…and untraditional…I don’t have a ring or anything, but if you’d marry me, I’d be the happiest woman in the world.”

Sonny just about breaks his face with how big he’s smiling, stumbling off the kitchen stool, and your instantly confused, calling after him as he races down the hall, you’re worried you’ve freaked him out, or he ate too much too fast. You’re pleasantly surprised when he returns with a small box, saying he wants nothing more than to be your husband.

The day ends in happy tears, a lot of laughter, sore sides from laughing over how many times the two of you were too blinded by love to even realize the other was trying to ask.

156 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#3

Lifesaver

Sonny Carisi x fem!reader Warnings: minor language, fluff otherwise.

Sonny had just stepped off the elevator on his floor, his detective instincts still turned on for the day since he had barely made it to his apartment door. Something was definitely burning, and after a brief pause he could hear the beeping of a smoke alarm going off a few doors down. He jogged the few steps to the offending door, knocking louder than he originally intended. He heard a scuffling inside for a few seconds, the sound of a patio door being slid open before the door got pulled open. Your eyes flashed to his badge, your frazzled brain not completely realizing the situation.

“Oh fuck, someone called the cops!?”

“Nah.” He chuckled, a grin spreading across his face as you glanced up to it.

“Wait…you live down the hall…Sonny, right?”

“Yeah. Hate ta admit I don’t think I ever got your name, I just know ya have that adorable cocker spaniel.” His head glanced around the apartment briefly, searching for the dog. He had to admit, the excuse of getting to pet/talk to the pup was always a more than welcome excuse to share a few words with you when you ran into each other in the hallway or shared an elevator. He’d always thought you were cute, he just never seemed to have the ideal time to step in and properly introduce himself and a little flirtation.

“Oh,” you laughed, “she’s not mine, I just walk Pepper for Ms Harrison once it’s too cold or icy, she’s got a bad hip. And it’s Y/N…” you extended a hand that he took to shake, probably lingering a little too long, but enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his. You both jumped when the smoke alarm started screeching again, you gave an annoyed sigh and Sonny could see the hint of frustration tears in the corners of your eyes as you whipped the tea towel off your shoulder, turning back to the device to attempt to get the smoke away from it.

“Doll I got it.” He stepped past you into the apartment, missing the way you flushed at the nickname. “Nothin’s actually on fire, right?”

“Aside from my disastrous life, no.”

Chuckling, he easily reached up to the ceiling, popping the detector off its base and plucking the battery out, relieving both of your ears of the horrendous noise while the remaining bits of smoke were sucked out the balcony door.

“There. Just make sure ta put the battery back in once the room’s cleared.”

“Thanks.” You gave a downtrodden sigh, muttering out a ‘fuck’ as you turned back to the kitchen.

“What happened?” He asked out of general curiosity. It was clear you were either on your way out, or had company coming, adorned in a cute classic red cocktail dress, with a perfect red lip to match.

“I had music going while I was getting ready, I didn’t hear the timer and…” your hand swung towards the stove, where your sweet potato casserole seemed fine except for the completely blackened marshmallows on top. “I’m supposed to be at my sister’s place in twenty minutes, there’s no way I’ll have time to remake it.” Surprisingly to you, Sonny moved into the kitchen, picking at one of the crispy marshmallows, he grabbed a spoon sitting on the counter and easily scooped a few off, dropping them onto a paper towel.

“This is totally salvageable! Do ya have more marshmallows?”

“Yeah.” You glanced at your watch, “I just don’t think I’ve got time to bake it again, besides, then the sweet potato’ll be overcooked.”

“Just trust me…okay?” He grinned at you and you practically swooned, “grab a spoon.” The two of you delicately scooped up all the burnt treats off the top of the dish, picking out any black flakes that dropped into the casserole. “There, see? Just like new.” You felt your cheeks heat again at the smile he gave you, suddenly aware of how close you were to each other. “Put a fresh layer of marshmallows on, I’ll be right back!”

“What? Sonny!” Before the words were even out of your mouth he was through the door, knowing you were in a time crunch.

You gave a sigh, if everything went horribly with dinner you’d at least be able to say you had a prolonged interaction with your super cute neighbour. You grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the cupboard, daintily placing them along the top of the casserole, praying whatever Sonny had in mind would work out. He shortly ducked through the door, right as your plopped the last marshmallow into its place.

“Is that a blow torch? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He laughed at your question.

“It’s a butane torch, it’s the same thing they use on crème brûlée’s.”

“What? You a pastry chef when you’re not busy arresting crooks? Or do you have some weird pyromaniac kink I should be worried about?” Sonny let out a bark of a laugh at your teasing.

“I like ta dabble with things in the kitchen, took a few fine dining cookin’ classes over the years. Just somethin’ different than every day life.” He fired up the torch, carefully and slowly going over the top layer of the dish, successfully browning the marshmallows to a perfect golden without over cooking the lower layers.

“You are a life saver!!” You beamed over at him as he flicked off the torch, “thank you so much! Seriously…you just made my night one hell of a lot better.”

“No problem.” He shot you a grin, “now you’re free to head downstairs an’ meet whatever date I’m sure is waiting for you.”

“Sonny,” you snorted, “I told you I’m going to my sisters, the only date that’s going to come up is the fact that I don’t have one.”

“Oh…I guess I just…assumed..” he gestured toward your appearance, causing you to laugh.

“A girl can’t feel festive over the holidays?” You teased, “But no…I am…single as they come…” your phone buzzed, interrupting any further flirtation you were able to indulge in, “that’s my ride, I’ve gotta get going.” You quickly wrapped saran over the top of the dish, grabbing your keys as you shoved your phone into your purse. “Thank you….really.” You squeezed Sonny’s hand and gave him a soft smile that he nearly melted into before jumping back into go mode.

“Hey, let me put this back up for ya, so you don’t hafta drag a chair over.” His hands grabbed the smoke detector as you crossed the room to close and latch the balcony door.

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168 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#2

New Year’s Treat

Derek Morgan x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, the regular sass. Covers NYE square for bingo. A/N: pardon any errors/typos, I did not edit…

You weren’t honestly too surprised when your phone rang mid morning December 31st, despite having plans with your boyfriend, you knew his job and the hectic schedule that came with it. But that didn’t stop you from letting out a soft sigh as you moved through the room to pick it up,

“Hi handsome.”

“Baby girl…I am so sorry…” he started and you chuckled,

“You’ve gotta stay another day?”

“We just busted them, there’s mountains of paperwork to do still, I just don’t think I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“That’s okay.” You smiled into your phone, “New Year’s is a lame holiday anyways.”

“I’ll make it up to you once I’m home baby, I promise.”

“Oh I know you will.” You let out a little laugh, “now don’t you work too hard, it is a holiday after all.”

“And how about you go out tonight? I know Amber was practically begging for a girl’s night or some shit?”

“Yeah.” You laughed, “she really was, she’s on the list for some club for tonight, wants to feel all fancy and special.” You nearly scoffed, “but I guess it could be fun.”

“You really hate going out on major holidays don’t you?” Derek teased and you laughed again with a roll of your eyes.

“You know…Agent Morgan, you have an awful habit of profiling over the phone.”

“Baby, I just want to make sure you have a good night.” He replied back with a laugh and you smiled.

“I will.” You assured him, “you said no to dinner, any chance you’ll be home by midnight? I think I deserve my new year’s kiss at the least…”

“If I do not make it for midnight, I will be able to kiss you awake for the new year, how about that?”

“Sounds perfect baby.” You smiled, dropping back onto your bed with a soft sigh.

“I’ll see you soon?” He asked, and you could practically picture the scrunched eyebrow, causing you to giggle.

“You will. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Stay safe.”

“Always.” He assured you, a grin in his voice before he hung up and you let out a happy sigh, flicking through your phone to text your friends about what the plan was for tonight.

**

Derek let out a small chuckle at the state of the walk in closet when he got home that night, shoes strewn basically everywhere, you clearly hadn’t been able to pick which ones for the evening. He tossed the clothes from his go back into the laundry, stripping out of the ones he was wearing before stepping into the shower, washing away the thoughts of the case. Properly refreshed, he dried himself off and tugged on a pair of sweatpants before padding out to the open part of the apartment, grabbing a beer from the fridge. You were out having a good time, he may as well get a drink or two in to ring in the new year.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the sound of keys in the lock not long after he’d gotten home, your heels clicking on the hardwood as you moved into the apartment, ridding yourself of your coat as he stood from the couch.

“Well look at you.” He grinned, his eyes dragging up your body, admiring the way the fabric clung to your body in all the right places.

“You like it?” You practically purred, stepping towards him, “I am rather fond of your lack of shirt…” his hands settled on your hips as your palms ran up his chest, linking behind his neck as he leant down to kiss you.

“Thought you might.” He murmured, pulling a chuckle from you.

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554 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I Don't Share

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, daddy kink, strap on, minor face fucking, cum/"breeding" kink, dirty talk. Yeah, we really ended up going full out for this.. whoops... Covers the "you're mine & i dont share" sq for bingo Dm me or fill out the taglist form to be added to taglist!

Emily knew that you had wished she’d been home in time tonight, but that you weren’t surprised when she said the case was going to take longer. So you cancelled your dinner reservations and headed out to a local bar with your friends. You kept in touch with you girlfriend as she wrapped work while you devoured a pizza, letting her know where you would be that night, and a rough idea of when you would be home, though you reminded her you couldn’t wait to see her. She gently reminded you that you should enjoy your time out with your people, and that she would be there waiting when you got home.

What you didn’t know was while you were enjoying your drinks, laughing with friends and tossing back shots, Emily had snuck home early, and found her way to a dark corner of the bar you were at. She ordered herself a scotch, settling into the persona she wanted for the evening, leaning back into the high top chair as she watched you flit about your friends, bright smile on your face.

You laughed heavily at a joke one of your friends got through, squeezing at their shoulder before you clinked glasses, sinking back the shots, grimacing but smiling after the burn was done. It wasn’t long after that that your group of girls was infiltrated by a few bros in the bar, eye rolls having to be hidden by present company. You did your best to smile brightly, and honestly, who cared if you lead someone on for a few extra drinks? You played coy, smiling slyly, playing with your hair and giggling a little too girly, accepting the free food and drinks as the flirtation wore on. The guy got a little too close to you, his hand nearly wrapping around your waist and you took a step back, grabbing the free drink from his hand with a light laugh, clinking the glass with his as you feigned friends, but still flirty to keep the group involved.

Across the bar Emily rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy groan at the near pain in your eyes thanks to the idiot attempting to flirt with you. It didn’t take much longer than the second shot that she couldn’t bear it anymore, her plan to surprise you with your friends escaping her. She knew you’d come home to her, you always did, no matter how late, she only hoped you’d keep your wits and end up home before the liquor had turned you into a mess.

**

Emily was in the bedroom, the tv turned on to your usual late night binge when she heard the door click open, the sound of you dropping your keys into the bowl, hanging up your coat and kicking off your shoes. She grinned at the thought of you being home earlier than she expected, you clearly had the same idea in your head that she’d been instilling since her plane landed. She flicked off the tv, turning to a playlist on her phone instead, happy she’d already turned off the main lights, leaving the room in a low glow.

You meandered around the house for a moment, grabbing a glass of water and making sure lights were off, windows were shut and the appropriate things were locked. Finally, you made it to the bedroom, the light from the ensuite flowed into the room and you assumed that’s where Emily was. You plugged in your phone, placed down the glass of water and started to tug off your clothing, bare in your just your underwear when she spoke.

“You pulled quite the stunt tonight sweetheart.” Her voice startled you and you whipped around, eyes widening at the sight of her clad in a black lingerie set, strap already on, cock heavy between her legs.

“What?” Your mouth was suddenly very dry, any thought in your head vanished as all of your desire shot shout, your body tingling. Emily let out a small chuckle, moving through the room until she was directly in front of you, her fingers trailing across your jaw until her thumb and forefinger pinched at your chin.

“Really? You suddenly don’t remember flirting with those idiots at the bar?”

“I.. I didn’t…” you attempted to shake your head and she pinched harder at your chin, letting out a dark chuckle.

“Don’t lie to daddy, sweet thing. I saw you, twirling your hair like a school girl just to get free drinks? I hope it was worth it.”

“It was just innocent flirting.” You pouted and her eyes narrowed for a moment.

“It better have been, because you’re mine. And I don’t share.”

Emily surged toward you, her lips meeting yours in a dominating kiss as her hand sunk around to the back of your head, tightly tugging her to you. Her other arm wound around your body, groping at the globe of your ass, rutting her hips against yours, her cock brushing against your panty clad clit. Your hands loosely looped around her shoulders, fingers beginning to clench into her skin when her tongue slid across your lips, seeking entrance.

You easily accepted her tongue, dancing against it with your own in a very familiar routine, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. You let out a quiet moan into her mouth that she swallowed down with ease, the hand pinching at your ass moved up your body swiftly unclipping your bra, letting it fall to the floor behind you.

“Would you like me to remind you why I don’t need to share?” She murmured against your lips and you nodded feverishly.

“Yes, please daddy.”

“That’s what I thought.” She near growled in response, her hands curving around your chest, groping, brushing her thumbs over your nipples before pinching at them, pulling a low moan from you. “Well… you didn’t misbehave all that much, so I shouldn’t punish you, but why don’t you get daddy’s cock nice and wet for me? I know how much that needy little pussy likes it when I fuck your face.”

It took only a moment for you to drop to your knees, Emily letting out a little chuckle at how eager you were. Her hand caressed your cheek, thumb tracing your lips as they fell open,

“Always my good little girl aren’t you?”

In response you simply smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of her thumb and she laughed softly, her hand dropping from your face to wrap around her cock. She gave the base of it the tiniest squeeze, a bead of lube sneaking out of its tip that she smeared around your open lips with the tip of her cock. You let out a small whine, wanting to be good but also aching for her to stuff you full to the brim. She let out a small tsk, but gave you what you wanted, her cock slipping into your waiting mouth, your lips wrapping around it. She let out a groan as the tip of it hit the back of your throat, her eyes watching the way it bulged in your neck,

“So fucking pretty sweetheart.” She praised and you whimpered in response, shifting up on your knees, bracing yourself against her thighs as she tangled a hand into your hair. “You want daddy to fuck your face?” You nodded once again, drool pooling up in your mouth, nearly about to escape beyond your lips if she didn’t move soon.

You were met with relief as she pulled out of your mouth, leaving the tip in and you let out a gasp of breath, catching as much as you could before she plunged back in, the hand in your hair pushing you all the way down to the base of the toy. She waited a moment, holding your there, listening to the wet sounds of your mouth, sucking and licking around her cock before she began to fuck your mouth. She set a steady pace, nothing too rough, just enough to have you gagging the perfect amount, the makeup around your eyes barely beginning to smudge as your eyes watered. The moment she tried to pull her cock out you let out a frustrated whine and she raised a brow in your direction before plunging back in. This time her hand loosely wrapped around your throat, swearing lowly at the feeling of her cock deep within you, bulging against her hand. A couple more thrusts were all she could take before she knew she needed to see your cunt, knowing that you were absolutely drenching the panties you were still wearing and she pulled out of your lips, chuckling at the whine and pout you gave her, your lips swollen and covered in spit, a little gleam of the lube still lingering.

“Oh pet, I know. I know you like my cum in your mouth, but tonight Daddy wants to come in that tight little pussy, remind you who it belongs to, hmm?”

“Yes please….” You whined, your thighs instinctively rubbing together at the sheer thought.

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Fast X: Release date, trailer, cast, plot & more

he Fast & Furious franchise has become one of the biggest and most financially successful franchises of the 2000s.

Vin Diesel’s Dominic Toretto and his band of friends, family, and allies has proved to be a hit. With great cars and action sequences galore, Fast & Furious continues to raise the bar when it comes to its death defying action. The upcoming entry in the franchise, Fast X, will serve as the tenth film in the main series and eleventh when including the spin off film Hobbs & Shaw. Without further ado, here’s everything you need to know about Fast X ahead of its release.

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Star Cast of Fast X

The film stars Vin Diesel essaying the role of Dominic Toretto aka Dom, it also has names such as Charlize Theron, Helen Mirren, Jason Statham, John Cena, Rita Moreno, Brie Larson, and Jason Momoa in key roles.

Apart from this Michelle Rodriguez, Chris Bridges popularly known as Ludacris, Jordana Brewster, Nathalie Emmanuel, Sung Kang, Scott Eastwood, Michael Rooker, Helen Mirren, and Cardi B are among the supporting cast members.

Fast X's Release Date?

The first part of Fast X is currently scheduled to be released on May 19, 2023. The previous movie, F9, had one of the most successful theatrical runs of the pandemic period, so it stands to reason that we'll be seeing the upcoming film in theaters unless something really drastic happens. Fast X was originally scheduled to arrive in April 2021 but was postponed after F9 ran into a series of delays. It was then set for release on April 7, 2023, but has since been delayed again. There hasn't been any word on when Part 2 of the movie will be out, but we'll probably find out soon enough.

Does Fast X Have a Trailer? 

Set to a remixed version of The Notorious B.I.G's "Notorious Thugs," the official trailer for Fast X was released on February 10, 2023, ahead of Super Bowl LVII, and it's appropriately as big, bombastic, and bloated as the franchise itself. The nearly 4-minute long trailer introduces fans to several new characters, including Jason Momoa's villainous Dante, who happens to be the son of Hernan Reyes, the drug kingpin that Dom and his family faced off against in Fast Five. The trailer also introduces fans to Academy Award Winner and Hollywood legend Rita Moreno as Dom and Mia’s Abuelita Toretto and Academy Award Winner Brie Larson as Tess, who is presumably a new member of Dom's family. The trailer also revealed that John Cena's Jakob Toretto, who was the main villain in the previous entry, will now be working alongside his formerly estranged brother Dom. A shortened version of the trailer was also released during Super Bowl LVII, which you can see below.

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Trailer "Fast X" hé lộ nhóm Dom Toretto (Vin Diesel đóng) là mục tiêu của vụ báo thù do Dante Reyes (Jason Momoa) cầm đầu. Trailer "Fast X". Video: CGV Video phát hành ngày 20/4 mở đầu với màn rượt đuổi trên đường phố của đội nhóm Dom, cùng sự tái xuất của Han (Sung Kang) bên chiếc siêu xe đặc trưng màu cam sọc đen. Phản diện Dante lộ diện và để lộ kế hoạch đánh bom nhắm vào thành quốc Vatican. Tuy nhiên, Dom đã dùng ôtô đẩy trái bom khổng lồ xuống sống trước khi nó phát nổ, cứu cả thành phố khỏi thảm họa.Sau cuộc chạm trán, Dante đe dọa phá nát gia đình của Dom. Nhân vật vốn là con trai của Hernan Reyes, từng xuất hiện trong Fast Five (2011) và qua đời vì một vụ cướp ngân hàng do nhóm Dom thực hiện. Lần này, Dante quy phục nhiều đồng minh và lên kế hoạch hại con trai tám tuổi Brian của nam chính.Êkíp cũng hé lộ màn kết hợp giữa bộ đôi "oan gia ngõ hẹp" Han và Shaw. Họ dẹp ân oán cá nhân để giúp Dom đối diện kẻ thù nguy hi��m. Jakob Toretto (John Cena) - phản diện của phần trước - giờ đây đã trở thành đồng minh của cả đội. Anh xuất hiện trong trailer khi cố gắng bảo vệ cháu trai Brian khỏi sự truy đuổi của kẻ thù. Vin Diesel tiếp tục giữ vai chính Dom trong "Fast X". Ảnh: CGV Đạo diễn Fast X là nhà làm phim người Pháp Louis Leterrier, thay thế Justin Lin sau phần chín. Ông được biết đến với nhiều bom tấn hành động như The Transporter, The Incredible Hulk hay Now You See Me. Một số ngôi sao trở lại từ các phần phim trước đây là Scott Eastwood trong vai Little Nobody, Michael Rooker trong vai Buddy hay Cardi B trong vai Leysa.Ra đời năm 2001, Fast & Furious trở thành loạt bom tấn hái ra tiền bậc nhất Hollywood hiện nay mà không dựa trên truyện tranh sẵn có. Loạt phim hiện thu hơn 6 tỷ USD, thuộc thể loại hành động, xoay quanh chủ đề đua xe đường phố, tội phạm. Thương hiệu dự kiến kết thúc sau phần 11.Đạt Phan

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Tonight the World Dies - The Walking Dead Fic - Merle Dixon x OC

It all felt so hopeless.

She didn’t think she could go another day fighting through the walkers, worrying if she would lose what family she had left, and the people who had become her family. It had been a miracle in itself she had stumbled across the prison and had found her aunt. It broke her heart that she outlived her little cousin, the girl she had sworn she would look out for if she ever had the chance to find her and her aunt again.

Along the way she had grown close to several survivors in her aunt Carol’s group, and they had died protecting her or from misfortune. When she first stepped foot here almost four months to the day, she had thought it would be okay. Her blue-green eyes found life again. Her small pouty lips stretched into a smile. She loved everything; the smell of the rain, the hot sun shining down, the beautiful woods they were surrounded by.

But now, the rain reminded her of tears, the sun was hot and reminded her of the terrifying and prickling anxiety she always felt, and the woods were like a mauseoleum. It brought nothing but sadness and anger.

“Kati?” she heard her name called.

“Yes?” she mumbled sleepily, opening one eye to see Daryl looking at her from the doorway of her cell.

“’s two thirty. Ya wanna take watch with me?” he asked.

“I’m tired. I’m sorry. Raincheck?” she replied, glumly.

She saw he was disappointed, but nodded and walked off. She and Daryl had become very close. He was one of her best friends now, along with Maggie and Beth. She looked up to Hershel like her own daddy, and her aunt Carol doubled now as her mother. She was growing close to Carl, looking at him like a little brother, and she adored Judy. She even found Merle Dixon, Daryl’s brother, growing on her.

She couldn’t bear the thought of losing them. Watching them die some monstrous, blood soaked death. And for what? For her, maybe? No. She wouldn’t do it.

She found her old diary she had brought with her for old times sake, and a pen.

“To whomever finds this note,

I can’t do this anymore. I was more than blessed to find you all, and to spend four wonderful months with you. After losing Lori, T, and thinking back on family and friends I have lost before hooking up with you all, its drained me. I feel tired all the time, and think that my best option is to throw in the towel before I become lunch for one of those petulant, miserable monsters we see on a daily basis.

To my aunt Carol; I love you to death. You are strong and brave, and I only wish I could be more like you. I will miss you and be waiting on the other side.

To Daryl; You are a great friend. You watch yourself out there, and keep my aunt safe. I will miss you more than you know.

To Beth and Maggie; you girls have become my sisters. I grew up an only child and deeply wanted siblings, and here you two are. I know you will make it. Just stay safe.

Grimes family; Thank you for taking me in and looking at me as family. I will miss you. Rick, you are a great poppa, keep it up and keep everyone safe. Carl, you watch out for everybody, especially your sister. Tell Judy goodbye for me.

Hershel; Please don’t try to save me. You took up the role as my Daddy and I could never be more thankful that you have. I am blessed to have known you and have you care for me like I was one of your girls.

To everyone else; thank you for watching my back, for keeping me safe, and for giving me a reason to hold on as long as I did. I love you all and will see you soon.

Kati.”

She left it on her bed before grabbing her pocket knife that was a gift from Daryl, and finding the boiler room. She looked around, feeling an unbearable lump forming in her throat. She had always heard it was ‘across the street, not down the road" when people talked of slitting open their veins. Or had it been down the road, not across the street?

She sat on the ground in the middle of the room. There was a small window that let the sunlight stream in, and she smiled through her burning tears. She would see the sun one last time before leaving this awful existence behind.

She dragged the knife across her left wrist, and gasped when she saw the blood streaming down her forearm. She grabbed the now slippery knife, trying to gash her right wrist, but couldn’t get a firm grasp. She thought she was as good as gone, anyway. She laid down, feeling sleep slowly overcoming her while her blood spilled to the ground.

Muffled voices filled the corriordor, and her vision began to grow dark. The last thing she saw was the door opening and someone screaming.

Kati woke up with her wrist feeling as if it was on fire. At her bedside sat Daryl and aunt Carol, looking extremely worried and exhasperated.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone. Saw somethin’ in your eyes.” Daryl said, quietly.

“You think we’re going to let you go this easily? Never. How could you think to leave us, to leave me? After all we’ve been through…” Carol said, tears filling her saddened eyes.

“I can’t lose anyone else. I would rather die than lose another soul.” Kati mumbled, her bottom lip trembling.

“Do we have to put you on suicide watch?” Carol asked, wiping away her tears.

“Where am I? And no. I just need to be alone. This was my right. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Kati snapped, feeling angry and hurt.

“You ain’t leavin’ us, girl. Don’t give a damn how much you hate me or her or the world. You’re stuck with us ‘til the end, dammit.” Daryl snapped back.

“Fuck you. Fuck all of you. I’m going to my cell – ALONE!” she cried, and stumbled out of what looked to be Daryl and Merle’s cell.

She passed the throng of people she lived with. Some looked relieved, others looked sad and like they pitied her. Some whispered about her, and there were some who just watched her go up the stairs to her cell.

She calmly walked in, her heart hammering in her chest. Her wrist throbbed from the stitches, and her head hurt. She figured she hit her head somewhere along the line from the blood loss. There was blood in her bunk, and her cell had been torn apart. She climbed into her bunk, lying on her side and staring at the cold, bloodied wall.

She heard Carol and Daryl talking to others. Words such as “depression” and “fear” were thrown around. While some said their hearts broke for her, and they would watch over her.

She heard someone coming up the steps, but continued to stare at the wall. She felt as if the new lump in her throat would be the death of her. Her body twinged and she let the tears stroll down her pale cheeks, slightly sniffling and whimpering in the bed.

She felt someone get in beside her, and two strong arms slide around her waist. As she looked down, she saw a makeshift war arm, or so she called it, and knew it was Merle.

“What you think you’re doing, babygirl?” he whispered in her ear.

“N-n-nothing.” she stammered, trying to sound as if she hadn’t been crying.

“Mmm. This says otherwise.” he replied, running his fingertips along her stitches, making her wince.

“I don’t wanna see… an-anyone else… d-d-die.” She said, succumbing to her pain.

She felt Merle pull her body against his, her back right against his front, and she cried quietly. His one good hand sliding up and down her side. He remained quiet and let her do what she had to do. Once she had calmed down enough, she turned to face him.

He looked a little stiff and awkward, and she knew her crying made him uncomfortable. He forced a small smile when she looked at him, and she returned the smile. She leaned her body against his, not letting any space delve between them. He looked at her suspiciously, but didn’t move away. His good hand rested at the small of her back, gently rubbing while he kept both arms tight around her small frame.

“Thank you.” she said, looking from his blue eyes and down to his lips. They were so inviting at that point.

“You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. No one should have to cry alone.” he mumbled, looking down at her pouty lips.

She crashed her warm lips into his, pressing them hard against his equally warm and soft lips. She moaned as his hand gripped her ass, pressing her body against his. His strong arms flexed as he slowly rolled on top of her, and her legs quickly opened and let his lower body rest between them.

As her tongue slid anxiously into his mouth, she could taste the liquor and what she could tell was cigarettes on his breath. His hand gripped her jaw, holding her tightly in place as he grunted, rubbing his lower body against hers. She could feel he was getting hard, and she really wanted to feel him drive his cock deep inside her.

He pulled away, already panting a little, and looked into her lusting eyes.

“You sure about this, babygirl?” he moaned in her ear. “We don’t have to.”

She reached one of her hands down between his legs and started to grab and rub his hardening cock, making him take in a sharp and jagged breath. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you, and I want you now.” she said in a seductive, quiet voice.

“As you wish.” he said, grabbing her hand and moving it away.

He pulled her tank top off, revealing a pink and white lace push-up bra. He looked from her full, perky tits and up to her inviting blue-green eyes.

“Damn, honey. Damn.” he said in a raspy, lust filled voice.

He ripped off her bra and threw it across the room with her top, and she began to slide off his unbuttoned shirt and then his wifebeater, leaving them both topless. She looked up in his eyes, her heart pounding as he kissed her lips gently as first, before rubbing his boner hard against her clothed pussy. She whimpered, moving back against him and gripping his shoulderblades. He pulled away with her bottom lip between his teeth, teasing her ever so slightly.

“How deep do you want it inside you, Darlin’?” he asked in a deep, throaty voice.

“As deep as possible,” she whimpered, looking up at him and biting her bottom lip.

“Nuh huh, baby, only I can bite those sexy lips.” he said, smirking.

She unbuttoned her jeans and let him slide them off, his nails dragging across the moist flesh of her leg on one side. She fumbled with the button on his, sliding them and his boxers down, eyeing his fully erect cock. Just as she was about to take his perfectly sized length in her hands, he held both of them above her head with his good hand.

“No touching, not until I say so.” he warned.

“Fuck…” she breathed as he tore off her white g-string, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable to him.

He looked up and down her body, scanning every curve and crevice. She looked from his blue eyes and down to his perfect shoulders, to his rock hard arms, and to his sculpted chest and stomach. She felt her body shake with anticipation, and she began to feel nervous under his watchful glare.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing her neck deeply and sucking on the sensitive skin, making her shudder and arch into him.

“Ye-yes, oh, God, yes.” she said in a shaky voice.

“Don’t worry little girl, Merle’s gonna take good care of you.” he winked, his lips covering hers and their tongues meeting in satisfied delight.

He grabbed her one thigh with his hand, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, and she felt his cock poking at her glistening entrance. He could tell she was already soaked, and impatiently waiting for him to take her.

He slammed his sizeable length inside her without warning, making her nerve endings go into overdrive and her to moan rather loudly. He slid his tongue deep into her mouth, gagging her as he picked up a good rhythm and kept ramming into her tight, wet pussy as hard as he could. She gripped his shoulders, moaning as their tongues locked and unlocked, sweat already beading along her breasts and down her stomach. She arched into him, not letting a sliver of space come between their aching bodies.

“God, Merle!” she cried, whimpering as she bucked her hips into his.

“Mmm babygirl, hold on tight.” he said, looking down into her eyes as he slid out fully and reentered her even slower, letting her feel every thick and hard inch of him.

Her body shuddered, and she felt as if her heart was going to burst. She ran one of her hands along his chiseled jaw, their eyes locking as he began to pound her g-spot and his fingers played with her clit. Her eyes widened and she could feel she was about to come. The aching pressure that felt so painful yet so good at the same time.

He tossed her onto her stomach, his body resting atop of hers and one of his arms around her waist.

“It’s okay, baby. I ain’t letting you go.” he moaned in her ear.

“Merle, fuck. I think I… I think…” she babbled, her eyes shutting tight and her hot cum drenching his stiffened cock.

“That’s it, babygirl. I’m almost there.” he said, smacking her ass.

She moaned his name as he relentlessly pounded into her raw and swollen pussy, making her grip the sheets and push her ass up a bit, making him spank her and leave bites down her spine.

He moaned her name in her ear as he shot his load deep inside her, pulling out and moving onto his side of the small bunk. He grabbed the comforter at the bottom of the bed to put over them, and he took her shaking body in his arms. She kissed his chest passionately and then buried her face in the crook of his neck. That was the first time she had ever had sex, even though she was 22. It was worth the wait.

“You’re amazing, girl.” he whispered, sliding a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You are. That was incredible, all I imagined it would be.” she said, her voice quivering.

“You mean to tell me you…?” he asked, looking in her eyes.

“Well, damn. I didn’t know.” he added.

“It was perfect. You were rough but gentle enough with me that it didn’t hurt. It was amazing and felt so incredible, Merle.” Kati said, looking into his deep blue eyes.

“I’m glad I could be of service then, sweetheart. I have a question, though…” he said, tightening his grip around her.

“What’s that?” she asked, dreamily as she rested her head on his chest.

“You gonna try and leave me again?” he asked, quietly. “I mean, uh, leave us again.”

In that moment she knew the often hard ass, don’t-give-a shit-about-nothing, pain in the ass had feelings for her. She smiled softly and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere so long as you aren’t.”

“I’m right here, Kati. Don’t wanna be noplace else.” he said, rubbing her back with the steady palm of his hand.

“That makes two of us.”

[spices-and-cherries]

Out of curiosity, how do y’all feel about Michael Rooker? I’ve been wanting to write for his characters for a while, but wasn’t sure if I should branch out from Daniel Craig just yet... 

Here are my thoughts so far: finish Rampage, watch some more Michael Rooker movies, play around with some headcanons, then if you guys like it (or I’m having fun) Rooker will officially become a dilf I write for. 

Any thoughts are welcome! 

[michaelrookered]

Well I’m veeery late (life took over), but here’s my Merle x Reader fic for @rookermas! I wrote this for the wonderful @multi-villain-imagines. I hope you like it, Tess! And I’m so sorry about the wait!   

(And in case you’re confused about who the hell this is, my main blog is @babelincolns)

    Merle drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, deep in thought. He had no idea what to get you for Christmas. He wasn’t usually the type to give gifts, but you were his girl. You were special and he wanted to get you something that would make you smile. Though he couldn't always afford it, he loved showering you with gifts. But what to get you? Books? Maybe. You definitely loved to read, but he got you a stack of books a couple weeks ago. Jewelry? Nah, you’d never been one to wear a lot of jewelry.

    Lost in his thoughts, Merle almost missed the dull grey brick building as he drove by in his truck. But as he passed the building, the perfect idea popped into his head. With a screech of the tires, he spun the truck back around towards the grey building.

   A couple hours later, the door swung open as Merle entered his trailer.

   "Y/N? Baby?" he called out as he closed the door and set his keys down on the counter. Although you had a nice apartment on the other side of town, you spent most of your time in his trailer. Merle glanced down at his watch. 5:30 p.m. That meant you were no doubt taking a nap somewhere. You weren't resting on the couch or the old armchair in the living room, so Merle made his way to the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, careful not to make too much noise. A small grin spread on his face when he saw you curled up in his bed, the blankets covering all but your head. Merle moved over to the bed, picked up your gift, and placed it on the bed next to you.

   Your eyelids fluttered as you began to drift out of sleep. A quiet voice saying your name had brought you out of your slumber and you smiled at the sound of your boyfriend. Before you opened your eyes, a giant, wet tongue licked your cheek. Your eyes flew open and you squealed at the sight in front of you.

   "Oh my God! A puppy!" you exclaimed as you sat up, the covers of Merle’s bed falling off you. A grey pit bull stood on the bed next to you with his tail wagging furiously.

   "Merry Christmas, baby," Merle said as the dog continued to lick your face as you hugged it to your chest.

   "I can't believe you got me a puppy!” you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to Merle’s lips. “Girl or boy? I need to name it!"

   Merle laughed and sat down on the bed next to you, reaching out to pat the dog on the head. "Girl, he ain't no puppy. He's 'bout two years old."

   "Tell me all about him. You adopted him, right?" You questioned as the dog nestled even closer to you, grateful for the affection.

   Merle nodded. "Yeah, I know you don't like any of them puppy mills or breeders. He's a rescue. Supposed to be put down today."

   You hugged the dog tighter. "Oh, poor baby."

   "He's been at the shelter for a few months now. Somebody dumped him on the side of the road. Lucky he wasn't hit by a car."

   The dog looked up at you, love already present in his bright blue eyes.

   You smiled. "I thought of a name for him."

   "Oh, really? What?"

   "Blue."

   Merle huffed out a laugh. "Creative."

   "Shut up!" you said with a grin and playfully shoved him. "You both have the same gorgeous blue eyes."

   "Mine are prettier though."

   "Debatable,” you said with a shrug.

   "You better watch it, girl, or I'm gonna get jealous," Merle said and kissed your forehead. "Now go get dressed and we'll take him to that pet store on Main Street. Boy needs a bed and shit."

   The next evening, you stormed into Merle’s trailer, Blue following close at your heels.

   “I am beyond pissed right now, Merle,” you fumed as you slammed the door behind you.

   Merle glanced up from the book he was reading with a pout. “What’d I do?”

   You smirked at his response, but the anger still burned inside you. “Surprisingly, this time it’s nothing you did.”

   “Well, if I ain’t in trouble then c’mere and tell me about it,” he said, patting his lap and dropping his book on the table beside him.

   You moved over to the armchair and sat on his lap and quickly settled into his strong arms. As Merle started to run his fingers through your hair while you leaned against him, the anger began to dissipate. If it were possible, you could sit forever in his lap with his arms around you. There was nowhere else that felt more like home.

   “You ready to talk about it?” Merle questioned after a few minutes of silence.

   “My apartment complex won’t let me keep Blue,” you sniffled as you looked at the dog curled up next to Merle’s feet. “Apparently pit bulls are a ‘dangerous breed’ and not allowed.”

   “That’s bullshit,” Merle said and you felt him frown against your cheek.

   You picked at the duct tape that covered a large tear in the armchair’s fabric. "Merle, I don't know what to do. I don't want to give him back and I've checked and there aren't any apartments around that will let tenants have pit bulls. It's so unfair!”

   You took a couple deep breaths and fought back the tears that threatened to spill down your face.

   “You wanna move in with me?” Merle asked.

   You sat up with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

   “Yeah, baby. You’re here more than that apartment anyway. And I love waking up with you in my bed,” Merle responded with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

   You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, I definitely like waking up in your bed.”

   “Wanna make it our bed?”

   The smile on your face grew wider. Just the thought of moving in with Merle was making you giddy. You could see him even more, wake up with him every morning, and keep Blue? It was perfect – a dream come true.

   You nodded. “Definitely.”

   He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips and smiled. “Then how ‘bout we go christen it?”

   The sun rose the next morning with Merle's head cushioned on your stomach and Blue curled against your opposite side. Your fingers slowly carded through Merle's short curls as he quietly snored. It was everything you could possibly want. A smile graced your face once again and your heart swelled with love. You were home.

[ingloriousblasters]

Second Chances

Okay, so here it is, the beginning of the story I mentioned last week. A Merle x OC story set in an AU so no zombies. This is Chapter One and I really like backstories, so that is what this is. No Merle yet....Im sorry! But there is a shoutout further in the read! 

(I also made an image to go with the story when I couldn't concentrate, as you can see above lol!)

Alright, so here we go. Hope you like :)

*slowly backs away from computer*

Chapter One

The light blue Plymouth sat idling on the side of the little two lane road on an unusually cool, summer morning.

“We there yet Mama?” Anna asked.

Nora Buckley glanced at her daughter through the rearview mirror and took a deep breath. Memories of years gone by rushed through her body as she shifted her gaze back to the view in front of her. In a way, it felt like she had never left. Of course, that wasn’t true. The little bundle of blonde curls in the back of the car reminded her of that. Nora’s eyes roamed over the same faded wooden bridge that gave access down to the minuscule town of Redwater, Georgia. In the distance she could see the pristine, white chapel of Redwater’s only church against the pink and yellow tinted sky. This view, the one Nora had inked into her memory for nineteen years, the one she thought she had finally forgotten, was staring right back at her.

A light gust of wind moved through the half rolled down windows of the car. It was then that Nora realized she had been gripping the black leather steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were as white as paper.  If someone had told her 5 years ago she would be back in Redwater, she would have dumped a whole pitcher of sweet tea over them. She had vowed to herself to never come back after word got round of her “mistake.”

5 years earlier

Everything’s going to be fine, Nora thought to herself as she stared at the chocolate shake sitting in front of her at DeDe’s Diner. She was meeting Rodger there after he was done with his last exam at the University of Georgia. Nora adjusted her position as the red plastic booth cushion started sticking to the bottom of her legs. Her body had started to become clammy, even while drinking the cold beverage. Everything’s going to be fine, Rodger loves you, you love him. You’ll work it out somehow. It had been a couple weeks since mother nature had rung her doorbell. At first, Nora thought it was just nerves. She and Rodger had been fooling around since they graduated high school, but she had never missed her period before. It wasn’t until the unmistakable nausea, fatigue and bloating started showing up that she knew. She was pregnant. Pregnant, nineteen, not married, and living in the 2,000 population town of Redwater, where word spread like wildfire.

Nora heard the familiar chirping of the singing bird clock above the diner counter, letting her know it was now 9pm. Rodger was late. It was a good 2 hour drive from Redwater to Athens, but Nora knew if he wasn’t going to make it he would have phoned someone to let her know. The ice cream from the milkshake was starting to separate from the chocolate as she stirred the remaining portion of it in haste. The metal of the spoon clinking to the glass in a fast paced rhythm. The later it got, the more it occurred to Nora that she couldn’t, wouldn’t, go home until he showed up. Past the point of no return. If she didn’t tell Rodger tonight, she didn’t think she could do it again until a baby appeared nine months later. Surprise!

As time ticked on, Nora’s thoughts wandered to the future she hoped would come true. That she and Rodger would get married. They had always talked about it every now and then while out in the fields looking at the stars. Get married and start a family. Well, now it would be start a family and get married. Same future, but just different means of getting there. They could all move to the new city while Rodger did his studies to be a doctor. She would take care of the baby, maybe do some more painting on the side. She could try to sell them to the students on campus and help with the income. Nora focused her energy on this future, a decent future. She couldn’t bare to think about the imminent future of having to tell not only Rodger’s parents, but her own mother. At least she knew she could count on Rodger.

The crowd in the diner started to dwindle as the clock was nearing 9:30pm. Every now and then, Nora would glance up at those passing her booth. DeDe’s attracted all types from town. There were the older folks, eating their customary dessert after choir practice, a few teenagers Nora recognized from when she was in school, and a couple families of moms, dads and tired children, trying to stay awake as long as they could. Nora was smiling to herself as she watched the little boy across from her booth slowly nodding his head every now and then, while his father went to the counter to pay the bill.

Just then, the chime of the front door rang and Nora’s head snapped quickly to the door. A tall, slender guy with dark brown hair, parted to the left side and combed back in neat streaks entered. Nora felt her heart rate pick up again, it was Rodger. Rodger glanced over the diner through his thick, black rimmed glasses until he spotted her. Smirking, he walked over to the booth Nora was at and slid in the opposite side.

“Hey doll!” He quipped, while sliding the chocolate shake over to him. “Ya gonna finish this?”

“Uh..nn…No” Nora scratched out, she hadn’t realized how dry her throat had become since waiting in the diner all this time. Rodger eagerly dug into the rest of melted shake while Nora tried to think of something to talk about. Slowly ease the conversation towards what she knew she needed to bring up. She asked him about his exams, about the drive home, and what plans he had for the summer. Rodger’s replies were the typical ones she had come to expect. The drive home was alright, he hated once he left the city and had to maneuver the winding country roads to get back. His exams were decent, he prepared well for them, but thought he could have done better. And as for his summer plans, well, he planned on working all summer at the local doctor’s office just outside Redwater. The more experience he gained, the better he would be prepared for when the time came to do his residency. Rodger wanted to be a doctor more than anything, Nora always knew that. But sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if it was truly Rodger’s dream, or one his parents subtly thrust upon him his whole life.

After a few minutes of silence, Rodger noticed Nora sitting and staring at her lap. “What’s wrong doll?”

Oh god. This is it. Do it Nora, just move your mouth and spit it out. Nora slowly lifted her eyes from her hands and looked Rodger square in the eye. She inhaled a deep breathe before she spoke. “I’ve….I’ve got some news.”

“Good news or bad news?” Rodger asked, arching his brow.

“Uh, well, I don’t know.” Nora could feel her entire body tensing as the moment drew closer. She had no idea how Rodger was going to react and the more she realized that, the faster the future she dreamed about was slipping away.

“How can you not know? Come on, just tell me.” Rodger reached out his hand for Nora to take. She looked down at his open palm. Hesitantly, she moved hers from her lap and laid it down in his. “Rodger, I…..Rodger, I’m ppregnant.” Instantly, Nora felt all the tension she had built up within her body release. It finally felt good to let it out, it was not longer a secret she was keeping from him. Nora felt Rodger squeeze her hand, but it didn’t feel like a reassuring one. It was hard, tight and starting to become uncomfortable.

“What?” Was all he said. Nora repeated the statement. “Are you sure? Have you gone to the doctor, done tests?” His voice was starting to elevate the more he started speaking. Nora tried to get him to lower his voice, but nothing she did would work. She glanced around and noticed those left in the diner starting to eavesdrop on their conversation. Assholes. If she had known the diner would be as quiet as it was tonight, she would have asked Rodger to meet her somewhere else.

“I mean are you really sure? The doctor can do better tests. Test your urine and stuff.”

“I don’t need a freaking rabbit test, Rodger. I’m pretty sure it’s a done deal.” Nora could feel herself getting frustrated with Rodger. Of course he wouldn’t show any sign of emotion, he jumped right into doctor mode. They sat in silence for what felt like hours, not looking at each other. Their hands still together, but barely touching now.

“Say something.” Nora said.

Rodger leaned in closer to the table, lowered his head and softly asked, “Have you thought about getting rid of it?” Nora could feel the stinging of tears coming to her eyes. What? What was going on? Why would he suggest such a terrible thing. This was their child.

“NO!” Nora shouted, causing the other patrons of the diner to come out of their dazed state of watching the two and going back to their own business. She got up out of the booth, and started putting on her light pink sweater to head out the door. Nora was pushing through the front door when Rodger finally called after her. She turned around to face him, trying to force the tears in her eyes to go away. Rodger stood in front of her, but didn’t reach out to her, he just looked at her. “I’m sorry,” he said. Nora felt a little glimmer of hope, before he had finished his statement. “But, I just can’t do this.”

****

Nora didn’t return to her house till almost midnight. After Rodger had tried to reason with her, she walked out of DeDe’s and straight on down the road. She walked all around the perimeter of Redwater, trying to clear her head over what just happened. At one point, she found herself over the railroad tracks and down near the overgrown fields. The sky was clear and she could see thousands of stars in the night sky. Far in the distance she noticed smoke rising in the air from the old farm house. Some family owned it, what was their names? The Dixons, she thought it was. Nora remembered all the stories she heard about them growing up, especially when the first farm house had burned down with Mrs. Dixon inside. She felt a pang of guilt for judging them as she now realized she was soon to become the town’s new favorite topic of gossip.

When she finally reached her home, Nora’s heart dropped as she saw the light in the living room. Oh crap. Her mother was up. See, wildfire. Just like wildfire. Slowly she made her way up the concrete walkway, opened the screen door, and turned the knob on the wooden one. The aroma of alcohol and smoke hit her nose immediately. As she walked through the door she saw the silhouette of her small framed mother sitting in the rocking chair next to the green shaded lamp. The end table on the side holding a small glass of whiskey. Making eye contact with her, Nora forced a weak smile onto her face.

“Mama.” Her mother didn’t respond. Just took another slow, long drag of her cigarette. After a few more minutes of silence, her mother finally spoke.

“There somethin’ ya wanna tell me?” Nora stood there watching her mother. She knew. She just wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth. Nora and her mother didn’t always have the best relationship and it only seemed to get worse when her father died. They could barely make ends meet with just the two of them. Her mother cleaned the houses of the rich folks in the next town over, while Nora had taken the year between high school and college off working odd jobs in town to save money of her own. She knew her mother wouldn’t want a baby in the house.

“I said, there somethin’ ya wanna tell me?” Her mother asked again. Nora realized there was no point in trying to work around the question. Her heart was already broken, so she had nothing else to lose.

“Mama I…Mama, I’m pppregnant.” She finally mustered out.

“Mmhmm.” Mother responded, as she tapped the ashes of her cigarette into the tray. “And what? Ya thought you could just hide that little tidbit of information for nine months round here?” Nora tried to explain that she went to Rodger, thought that they would work it out, but that he wanted nothing to with it.

“Boys gotta point though.” Her mother mumbled through her sip of whiskey. “I mean, he’s going to school. Thinkin bout his future. Don’t think his parents would be too pleased to find out he knocked ya up.” Once again, Nora felt the threat of tears trying to escape from her eyes. Frustrated, tired, and heartbroken, Nora didn’t feel like working up the fight in her to argue back with her mother. Instead, she chocked down a sob, and turned around to head towards the hallway stairs and up to her room.

“And don’t think I’m gonna be willin to help ya when you need it. Lord knows how many shifts I’d have to work for that.” Her mother called out.

“Don’t worry Mama. I won’t.” Nora whispered as she started walking up the stairs to her room.

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With the dreams of her future dashed, Nora finally took a hold of her emotions and planned out a new future for herself. She spent the next couple of months working and saving as much money as she could, but with the small bump that appeared overnight, the tasks she used to be able to do with no thought were now starting to take a toll on her body. Though she was able to find work in the shops around town, she was not immune to the whispered conversations customers had when they thought she was out of earshot.

“I heard she cozied up to one of the carnies from that Fall Festival last year.” Said a brown haired teenager sitting next to her friend at the local bookstore. Nora, in the next row over stacking a shelf, paused. “Oh no, you nimwit!” Her friend responded. “Didnt ya hear? She was going steady with that Pearson guy. He dropped her like a hot skillet when he found out. His family wont even acknowledge it.”

“Wow, poor thing.” The brown haired one uttered. Nora felt the heat radiating off her skin. Poor thing! Poor thing? If there was one phrase that seemed to be repeated whenever she found herself in one of these situations it was “poor thing.” Nora had had enough of the town’s gossip. Everywhere she turned she felt eyes on her, the low murmurs of whispers as she passed by, but most of all, she hated the pity. The pity of these so called self-righteous people. Who really only pitied her, not because they honestly felt sorry for her, but because it made them feel better about themselves. That day was the final straw, Nora knew it was time to move on from Redwater. Her mother all but basically said that once the baby arrived they would no longer be welcomed at the house, and Nora figured she had saved enough money by now to get her out of town and to some new city far away. She thought the best thing would be to leave while her mother was in the town over cleaning that way she could go in peace. She didn’t pack much, just enough to get her by, and by the same time the following week she was on the bus out of Redwater. ��

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“Mamaaaaa, we there yet?” Anna repeated, after Nora didn’t respond. She took a deep breath as her daughter’s questioning knocked her out the trance she was in.

“Yeah baby,” Nora paused. Trying to get the next words out as cheerfully and she could. “We’re home.”

[fanficsforfun]

When fantasy becomes reality

In general I think it’s inappropriate to write fanfiction of actors or other celebrities since they are real people with emotions and they have a right to privacy and not to be sexualized by strangers and so on, but I just had to write this little fic

Paring: Michael Rooker x female reader (who’s clearly younger than him)

Word count: 560

Warnings: none

Summary: you have had a crush on Rooker for some time and when you see him in public you just can’t stop staring. He notices it and, to your surprise, gives you a long hug

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You had been staring at Rooker for some time now. Your gaze wandered over his handsome face and sexy body, your imagination running wild on thinking of how it would feel to touch him like you had so many times before. It would remain at the level of the imagination though, you wouldn't be able to approach him. Especially not now; he was minding his own business and deserved his privacy.

Yet you couldn't stop staring and to your horror, he turned his eyes on you after noticing your gaze lingering on him.

“What? Haven't ya ever seen a handsome man before?” His voice sounded amused and a grin tried to spread on his lips.

You blushed. But you didn’t look away, nor did you back off. You knew you had to dare, this could very well be the only chance you’ll ever get.

“Um, I... I wanna hug you”, you breathed, your voice hesitant and needy. You knew you sounded silly and he'd probably just laught to you, but it was too late to back off now. Besides, you had been feeling needy for him and frustrated over it for a way too long time. Every time you watched his movies or looked at pictures of him, you wanted to touch him, so badly that it made you feel uncomfortable. You were desperate for it. For real.

“Oh? Well, come here then”, Rooker urged.

“Really?” You could barely believe what you heard. Well, of course he did give hugs to his fans, but still. This was no autograph signing event, after all, and you didn’t want to be pushy.

“Of course. I always have a moment for pretty girls.”

You still hesitated, so he encouraged you with a flirty “Don’t be shy, hun!”

He opened his arms invitingly and you couldn’t resist anymore. You walked up to him and fell into his arms. His soft, warm body felt so good against yours. You sighed, feeling your muscles relaxing and all the frustration draining away. Finally you got what you had been dreaming of for so long. He could feel it too, grinning to himself.

Rooker held you tightly, his hands on your back and waist, and your face pressed against his neck. He kept you close for clearly longer than he usually did with his fans. Maybe because of your needy voice tone, who knows. Yet you knew you should pull away, but couldn't bring yourself to do it. It just felt too good, you didn’t want it to end. You tensed up again and it didn't go unnoticed by him.

“I wish I could stay with you like this forever”, you started, but he cut you off.

“We’re not in a rush, don’t worry.” His voice tone was playful as usual. You didn’t reply, just wrapped your arms tighter around him, breathing deeply in his scent. Oh, how good he smelled. You could hardly ever get enough of this. Of him.

Eventually, you pulled apart, took a few selfies together and then you let him go on his way. Thank God you weren't traveling by car ‘cause you were intoxicated by his touch. Even after he was gone, you could feel the warmth of his body tingling on yours, his hands around you, his stubble tickling your skin. Damn, it was crazy how easily you had fallen for that old man. But he was such a talented actor with an excellent sense of humor and he was incredibly cute, too.

And you were so lucky to meet him. To get his attention for a moment.

[lostgirl1428]

Look….I’ve had this list for a while but I feel like sharing it with the internet.

Fictional Babes I’d 1000% fuck without hesitation (even if it means I die in the process) in no specific order. Feel free to kink shame me I’m well away of how questionable some people are on this list 😭😤

Freddy Krueger - Nightmare On Elm Street

The OG Nightmare on Elm Street films of course. With the god of nightmares himself, Robert Englund

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Negan - The Walking Dead

…Need I say more?

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Daryl Dixon - The Walking Dead

Well I mean of course.

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Merle Dixon - The Walking Dead

Look…Michael Rooker makes this list TWICE so leave me alone 😭

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Cassidy - Preacher

I love me a junkie Irish Vampire ❤️

(Also this tv show was a fucking riot…it is in fact my comfort show)

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Tulip O'Hare - Preacher

She's a sexy boss bitch and deserves so much better than Jesse

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The Comedian aka Eddie Blake - The Watchman

Was he a terrible person? Absolutely….but also I have daddy issues and JDM is god.

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Sayid Jarrah - Lost

I admit this is really random especially compared to others on the list but something about a professional torturer is a complete turn on for me 😤

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Dyson - Lost Girl

I mean can you blame me?

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Bo - Lost Girl

Well DUH mommy succubus yes please

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Kenzi - Lost Girl

My girl Kenzi, I would literally marry her 😭

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Tamsin - Lost Girl

look the entire cast from this show was hot as hell

also 100% ship her and Bo.

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Vex - Lost Girl

Look I know he's with Dyson's son but he's Bisexual and I would die for his snarky ass.

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Lucifer Morningstar -Lucifer

I don’t even need an explanation

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Mazikeen - Lucifer

I want her to stab me.

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Otis Driftwood - Devil's Rejects

One of them totally unhinged ones.

Is he a necrophiliac? Yes. Would he kill me? Absolutely.

But regardless.....

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Baby Firefly - Devil's Rejects

I love my crazy bitches

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Loki - MCU

I mean I'll take comic book Loki too but Tom Hiddleston is just... oof yes please.

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Yondu - MCU

Told you Michael Rooker made this list twice...

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Cable - Deadpool 2

SPECIFICALLY Josh Brolin because ✨Daddy✨

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Hawkeye - MCU

What can I say? I find archery sexy

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Wolverine - X-Men (Movieverse)

look as much as I hate the X-Men movies I cannot deny the sex appeal that is Hugh Jackman

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Last but OBVIOUSLY NOT LEAST

Nightcrawler aka Kurt Wagner - Marvel (All versions)

MINUS Kodi and Evolution because he's a LITERAL CHILD.

However, any and all comics, animated series (Minus Evolution) and I'll also take Alan Cumming's version as well.

I love this fuzzy elf with all my heart

[storiesofsvu]

Her Everything Masterlist

Rafael Barba x fem!svu!reader

Rafael Barba joins the SVU squad as their new A.D.A and while tensions are a bit tough at the start, he does open up to one of their detectives. The two bond together quickly and end up falling for each other harder than the expected. Their relationship blooms as they work through case after case together, and then the inevitable happens when Rafael's hit with a very hard choice to make pertaining to a case. How will it affect their relationship? Will you still support him, and stay with him, or will he hate himself too much to think he's worthy of you love? The bigger question remains, will he ever return to SVU, and what changes are waiting for him if he does?

Heavily follows canon cases/situations/episodes. All chapters appropriately labelled with warnings.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3**

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17**

Chapter 18

Series Completed!

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