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ataraxiaspainting · 3 months

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The End.

Yan Kafka x F Reader.

Synopsis: Kafka always sits in the front row, despite being part of the show herself.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, thoughts of violence, manipulation, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 1k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich (feat. The Dixie String Quartet)

Swan Lake by HAUSER

Claus by Los Tres

Doin’ Time by Lana Del Ray

Lie by BTS

She’s My Collar by Gorillaz (feat. Kali Uchis)

Cha Cha by Freddie Dredd

Michelle by Sir Chloe

MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - SATAN’S EXTENDED VERSION by Lil Nas X

*~*~*~*

The roses are wilting.

It was destiny, fate. Such pretty things never last forever, after all, even if the entire universe wished otherwise. One way or another, they are meant to fall, like how the sun drops below where anyone can see it, being replaced with the moon, and vice versa. They fall deep, deeper than hell itself, and no one can pick them back up, unless one would be inclined to make a pact with the devil himself, doing horrendous things in his name. But Kafka has already committed such sins, so why deny doing so any longer? It is who she is. It is who you are, to be entangled in her lies and be forced to dance and to sing and to act.

With two gloved hands, she picks up the vase, spilling out the moldy water and the dying roses, the roses she got for you after you sang so well at the opera house, looking so beautiful, into the trash can underneath your makeup vanity, where little clumps of hair and emptied products always meet their end.

She’ll get you a new bouquet later. A new vase too. Perhaps instead of white roses you would like red ones instead? Kafka knows that this vase is cheap too, from one of your fellow divas, whose high notes are not as high as yours and her costumes not as elaborate or as elegant as yours.

“I honestly don’t see why you even try to befriend any of them, darling. They are all envious harpies. They can’t hold a candle to anything you do.”

You are not here, but Kafka’s mouth always has a mind of its own, so it spins lies even when your delicate, lovely ears are not in the general vicinity. Not that she minds it. But yours is what she is quite more so than trifles with, because yours is carefully controlled by her and her alone, and you, as always, don’t get a say. It’s a sort of hypocrisy, Kafka thinks, but she doesn't mind that either.

If she has to, she’ll even sew your mouth shut, your ears shut, your eyes shut, if that is what it takes for you to stay with her. She doubts it would ever come to that, though, because you are always too fragile and too trusting to tell the difference between an Iago and a Desdemona. But the latter role would much better suit you, her little flower, her princess.

You are so precious, but also a treasure prying eyes will always want to touch and see and hear. Kafka would, in all honesty, love to cut their hands and tongues off, if it did not ruin the carefully crafted image she made just for you. Maybe later, though, when all the stage lights are off.

“Lady Macbeth, hmm?” She murmurs.

She disagrees with the role you were given entirely. But, you were not one to stand up for yourself, so Kafka let it go.

“You really ought to leave this business soon, dearest.” Kafka looks around, her arms crossed, not impressed with the room you were given in the slightest. “You can always just come with me.” She meant it. “Imagine all the sights you would see. All the food you would eat. All the gifts I would be so happy to give you. All the hugs and kisses you would receive from me. Everything… just think about it.”

She could imagine it herself. It is not hard, really, for the mind to reject all sense of logic and bow down to the whim of what is known as human emotions, mortal joys, woes, desires, wants, and needs. She could imagine sitting you on her lap as the ship jumps to the next world she will have to visit, telling you stories of the past, present, and future, as you look on with amazement. You don’t do that anymore, now. She would do anything to see it come back. She would steal a crown and place it on your head, though you having the genuine article does not make you any stronger. If anything, perhaps it would make you weaker to her whims.

“Imagine that…” She sighs, closing her eyes as she smiles. “We can go to Penacony. Your dreams would come true there if I cannot make them true myself. You can sleep on beds worth more than this entire opera house. If only you would let me. I know it would make you happy. I know it would make me happy. So why wouldn’t it make you?”

She would listen to your ultimate pains, and your ultimate wishes, and act accordingly. She loved you. You will too, again. It is only a matter of time, isn’t it? Yes, Kafka thinks, it is fate.

…

Kafka always sits in the front row of the theater.

It does not matter whether or not she purchased the tickets for it, the seat, or the show soon to come to fruition. No one dares talk back to her, even security. She finds comfort in that. No one gets in the way of her having the chance to see you. Better yet, no one else sits in the front row when she is present.

So, she watches, one of her legs crossed over the other, her eyes never blinking. During interludes she likes to adjust her makeup accordingly, painting on another shade of crimson to her lips. Art comes in many forms, after all.

Kafka told you that once. As always, you listened dutifully as she taught you to be.

She taught you many things, not just that. She taught you how to read constellations. She helped you learn her vocabulary in the books she gave you, often long fairytales or poems. She preferred it that way when you used to be so eager to have someone be friendly to you and not want to simply use you for their own amusement, not wanting to throw you out of the opera house altogether.

The opera house may rot after it goes up in flames, in the future, if things go her way as it always does, but she’ll stay to watch it all, to take you in as you cry and as she shushes you. She’ll be happy. Maybe you will be too, for her. It matters how good your performance is, if you even want to act anymore, after all.

The lights dim, and she shows her pearl-white teeth as she grins.

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Playing Favourites

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Little fluff drabble that is set the morning after Spoils of war

A/N - Just a quick little thank you and something for you guys to remember its not all doom and gloom for these two! Well it is for the next few chapters but this is set after all that haha also I fully acknowledge Rudy and Alejandro being an item end of :)

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! It only spurs me on haha

Warnings - Under 18+ DNI, angst, Smut, (If you squint) Language,fluff, Age gap Relationship, Price (41) reader (Tank, 26),domestic fluff

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless @mentallynot-here @deadbranch @soapyghost

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank, Luke, Dredd and Mckinley

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Price woke to an empty bed, which wouldn’t have normally bothered him at all, but that was before you.

He stretched, his hand finding the warmth you had left, he buried his face on your side of the pillow you shared most nights, the smell of your skin filled his head. He vaguely remembered you kissing him goodbye before you left to get back to your side of the base before everyone was fully awake. He could of happily gone back to sleep, but the sooner he got dressed the sooner he could be in your company again. As he got ready he thought about mentioning you two going on a date when back home, he was thinking about the places he could take you, trying to remember your favourite foods, he knew there wasn't much you didnt like! He remembered you liked the food he had cooked for you that time you came to stay for the weekend with Kyle a year ago, Price didnt like to think about that weekend very often, it had broken up your team, it made you into strangers torn apart, it was the start of a very bad year for all involved, a year he would rather put behind him, so he did or at least he tired.

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As he walked out into the main part of the base he couldn’t help scanning the huge bunker for your face, listening for your laugh. Which had to be his favourite sound, well that an when he had you in bed and did that thing you liked were he…

“John!”

He was caught of guard and pulled from his train of thought by Laswell calling him from across the base. She waved him over, he still took a few glances round looking for you, he would find you, he always did.

“Laswell, what can I do for you?”

“John, was starting to worry about you, it's 8am an I'm only just seeing you now?” Laswell cocked her eyebrow at him.

“Had a little lie in, needed it” he wasn’t lying.

Kate looked him up an down, he didn’t look tired if anything this was the best he had looked in a long time she had a sneaky suspicion a certain sergeant had something to do with it, but she kept that to herself. She just hoped that he knew what he was getting into.

“Fair enough, anyway we have a quick briefing later today with Colonel Shepherd, he just wants an update on things you know the drill” she started walking Price followed.

“No problem, who needs to be there, I’ll make sure to wrangle my lot” Price chucked wrangle was the perfect term.

“Just you will do, but if your guys can go meet Shepard’s team that would be great, little playdate” Kate laughed.

“Sure I’ll tell them to play nice”

Laswell smiled, Price looked distracted his mind was obviously somewhere else.

“Lost something John?” She knew what he was looking for, better yet who he was looking for.

“What? No…just wondering where my lot are actually, not checked in with them yet” he motioned for them to walk out onto the tarmac.

Laswell followed she had to hide the smirk, John Price was smitten.

As they walked out of the huge hanger doors, the hot sun in their eyes a yell came from over near the ATV’s. They both shot over a look in the direction it had come from.

Soap was soaked head to toe, his Mohawk flat to his head, jeans now a darker blue.

Where was his T-shirt Laswell thought? Before Price could question him, Kyle came running from behind one of the jeeps also missing his top and also soaked through!

“Haha where the hell is she?” Kyle was trying to catch his breath but his laughing made it difficult.

“Not a clue, but she’s messed me hair up!”

“Serves you right, you soaked her first! Hahaha” Kyle had set off laughing again.

Laswell spotted you first an instinctively pulled Price back a few steps as to not get caught in the crossfire.

You were ringing wet hair slicked back, white vest clingy to your chest, bad day not to wear a bra Laswell thought, but that was probably Soaps motive.

You launched the full bucket in the direction of the two topless men completely oblivious to your presence, in the commotion you grabbed two sponges hitting Kyle with one an Soap in the face with the other.

Before you could get away Soap grabbed you in a headlock pulling you to the now soaked ground a large puddle had formed, water splashed everywhere. You quickly gained the upper hand on soap an now had him in an armbar.

“This is what you get for being a perv! Tap out Mactavish”

“Not a chance lass, was worth it!! I’ll dry you off if you want!”

“Fat chance fairy liquid!”

As you two wrestled on the wet tarmac, Ghost grabbed the hose and started spraying you both like he was trying to break up a pair of fighting dogs, it didn’t stop either of you, if anything you got hold of each other even tighter, Kyle noticed Soap going slightly blue.

“RIGHT PACK IT IN!” Price’s voice boomed across the base causing you both to stop moving instantly.

“Let go of him Tank…” it was more a warning than a request. You did as you were told an released Soap from your grip, slapping him away when he tried to use you to push himself off the ground.

Kyle had gone silent looking at the ground, Soap looked to Ghost for help, who only sprayed him again in the face with the hose. You couldn’t meet Prices eyes so opted for the ground along with Kyle.

“What do you lot think this is a charity car wash?”

“We were just getting the truck clean an it’s so hot so we just…then Soap” Kyle started but was stopped by the ‘not now Kyle’ look from Laswell.

Price pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a loud sigh when he looked up he noticed your now see through top it caused the blood to rush down to his crotch, even though he was your Captain and you weren’t in the privacy of your little bubble where he could openly admire you he was still a man, your top clung to your wet skin, nipples hard from the slight chill from being soaked and the way you were biting your lip like you knew you were in trouble caused a fire in him, he almost wanted to bend you over his knee there and then showing your arse the palm of his hand. But that would be more paper work than it was worth, no matter how badly he wanted to.

Price pulled his eyes from you to look at Kyle and Soap who had apparently started this, Price didn’t know wether to scold him or thank him.

“Go dry off, you lot are going to meet Commander Graves and the Shadow company later and I need you all to behave, think that's possible?” Price glared at each of you. But his eyes remained on you and you could feel the embarrassment crawling over your skin.You felt like a child being told off at school, what made is worse was how he had be harsher on you now, since Soap and Ghost had caught you two in the showers the other night. He couldn’t be seen going soft on you.

Soap had been on the sly tormenting you about favouritism and how even if you threw a grenade into a civilian camp Price would give you a slap on the wrist but at the same time kiss you on the forehead. It was usually followed with Soap doing a terrible impression of him saying “it’s ok kiddo, I’ll make this all go away!” He knew it riled you up an you always gave him the reaction he wanted. Ghost told him to knock it off an that if he didn’t he would happily tell Price that he does a fantastic impression of him. You appreciated Ghost for that, but you had a feeling he thought something not too dissimilar, but he would never voice it he respected Price too much. Was it always going to be like this?

Laswell nodded you off, a silent get going before he has to repeat himself.

“You have 25 minutes an if you are not ready believe me I will come find you myself” Price watched as the 3 of you walked away.

“I'll go make sure the lads don't start again Cap” Ghost followed behind Soap and Kyle. You stalked off to your side of camp. Price watched you for a few seconds, he hated this, hated having to act this way but he was still you Captain and there was still a job to be done, but he made a mental note to make it up to you later. He also wasn't blind to the look Laswell was giving him.

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The meeting with Graves and the Shadows had gone ok, Graves seemed nice enough. You and Rudy had exchanged a few side glances at each other, but other than that all seemed good. It was now the early evening the sun setting over the base as you all gathered outside under a canopy, getting acquainted. Kyle spent most of the evening talking football with one of the shadows who was an Aston Villa fan so you didn't have him to talk to, Soap and Ghost were listening to Graves talk about the last ‘Assignment’ he had been on. Rudy had Alejandro and every now and again you caught a glimpse of something between them a slight smile or wink, it gave you butterflies. You liked the idea that they had each other and if your theory was right and they did, you wondered how they made it work the Colonel and his second in command?

“Tank? Can I see you for a minute?” Price was stood just outside the canopy you were all gathered under. Most of the chatting had stopped and all eyes were on you now as you nodded making your way over to your Captain who had started walking ahead you followed. As you passed him Alejandro gave you a soft smile.

It felt like you had been walking for ages in silence, the sky now an inky blue, you were well out into the desert, still on the base but far enough that no one could see or hear you. Great you thought no one to hear you getting told off.

Price stopped in front of two large rocks, he motioned you to sit down on one and he took the other, he didn't face you instead faced forward. As you sat down you noticed he was tapping his leg, something you had only seen him do when he was anxious which was never.

“Im sorry” Price blurted out.

“What for?”

“Shouting at you like that, I shouldn’t have…there was no need I just…”

“It’s ok, to be a fair we were acting like kids, Soap started it though Kyle told him not to, but he did it anyway and..”

Price cocked his eyebrow at you? You sighed realising you sounded like a kid now telling tales.

“It's fine really, you have to be harsh on me or else it is favouritism” you kicked the dirt under your feet.

“I don't want to be harsh on you Tank, I hate it I really do, that's why I think we should just come clean about us” Price looked up into the dark blue sky now littered with little lights. You looked at him shocked come clean? Was he serious? You jumped up and started to pace.

“You must be mad! Are you joking? Please say you are joking! They will split us up, I'll get put back with Squad 8 and I’m not going back to that shit show! Dredd was the only good thing about it at least I could trust her! But no John I'm not doing that sorry, I'll take all the bollockings you can dish out, I'm not leaving the 141 , not again no…” You could feel the slight tinge of panic in you chest and Price could hear it in your voice. He stood up stopping you by the shoulders.

“Listen to me, I won't let that happen, never ever...I mean come clean to Laswell, Kyle so those closest to us know about us, so I don’t have to be so harsh, they will just have to accept the fact your my favourite” He gave you that eye-crinkling smile that slowed your heart rate slow down. He was right Kyle deserved to know.

“Yeh your right” you looped your arms around his waist burying your face into his chest, he smelt of warm sand, tobacco and kerosene. Price looked down at the top of your head looping his big arms around you in return.

“You know when I was younger, I wasn't afraid of anything, I didn't have the slightest fear of dying, no reason for it. I thought that if I died that was fine by me, I’ve come close a few times believe me Kid, but then I met you and I started to think that, I wanted to survive to live and for the first time, the idea of death scared me” Price looked up into the now pitch black sky.

“What I'm trying to say is this what we have found, I want to keep it safe, but I also don't want to smother it by keeping it hidden, we can do this, others have made it work. Listen I’ve been an idiot before and it cost me a year without you, don't think I could do that again so I want you right next to me where you belong and if that means a few select people know the score then so be it, they will find out anyway when they realise we have the same postcode and the kids come out with my eyes and your hair!” He was laughing now and it seemed to echo into the night.

You were lost for words, too stunned to speak. Kids? Same postcode? Who was this man? Price suddenly felt your silence and wonder had he said too much?

“Ermmm did I go to far with the whole kids and same postcode?”

You looked up at him a little smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“A little, but your eyes? I wouldn’t mind that actually, but my nose…” you winked at him. Price sighed with relief letting out a little chuckle.

“Yeh your nose” he leant forward giving you a kiss. He glanced back towards the base.

“We had better head back before they send out a search party, bet they think your getting a right telling off!” Price draped his arm over your shoulder and started to walk back.

“More like a right good seeing to!” You elbowed him in the ribs giving him a comical wink. He pretended to hold this side laughing.

“That can be arranged? My room lets say about 2am?”

“Yes Sir!” You saluted him as you looped your arm around him.

“By the way what did you mean when you said ‘others have made it work’?”

“Ohh erm well don’t know if you’ve noticed but Alejandro and Rudy are pretty close who do you think told me to bring you out here tonight to talk?” Price looked out across the horizon.

“Ohhhhhh I had noticed it actually, well if a Colonel and a second in command can make it work then so can a Captain and a Sergeant”

As you both walked back to base linked into eachother Price felt like all his christmases had come at once, you just needed to get through this mission then you could really start making plans, he still needed to ask you out on that date.

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xplainthexmen · 2 months

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In which we walk down X-Plain Memory Lane; everyone needs Bitch Planet; HoX/PoX wouldn’t stay on shelves; we learn how to make sure a comic doesn’t get canceled; Marvel should have kept publishing those Krakoa-era anthology TPBs; X-Men is indeed a soap opera; and you can jump in here ’cause we’re all confused.

X-PLAINED:

The most crowded X-year

Books With Pictures, official best comics shop in the world

Our upcoming 10th birthday party

Katie Pryde’s X-history

Prioritizing marginalized nerd identities

Lapsed X-readers

X-sprawl

The Dawn of X books that worked (and the one that didn’t)

The frustration of discontinued collection formats

The perfect number of X-books (again)

Drama and kissing

What we want after Fall of X

Readers’ single issue vs collection preferences

The power of the preorder

Katie’s (naming) origin story

Readers versus speculators

How to organize a comic book store

Non-X recommendations for X-fans

The glory of Judge Dredd

X-Men who can be trusted to watch a comic book store

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brie-annwyl · 11 months

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It’s all a lie

Pre outbreak! Joel Miller x reader

Summery: Joel Miller is in love with his asshole brother’s girlfriend, what could go wrong?

Warnings: illusions to sexy times, Tommy is a slut and a bad boyfriend, Joel is like borderline obsessed with reader but god is it attractive. Also mentions of Joel dreaming of giving oral. Your welcome

Joel is well aware he’s fucked.

The moment he saw you smile at him from across the bar, he knew. He doesn’t need to be reminded that he’s a horrible brother, he already knows that. Falling for your brother’s girl is probably an unmentioned sin in the bible. And if it’s not, it should be, because the way Joel thinks of you. He can’t stop himself no matter how hard he tries. He hates himself for it.

He’s holding you for the hundredth time as you cry, Tommy’s screwed up again which shouldn’t be as shocking to you as it is. Considering your entire relationship has been Tommy breaking you over and over again and Joel picking up the pieces, telling you to leave, only for you to be holding Tommy’s hand the next time he sees you. It’s always the same.

But not this time.

You weren’t just crying, you’re screaming. This time is different because you’re pissed, full of loathing and throwing it at full force towards whoever will hear, that just so happens to be Joel.

“I cannot believe I gave him 3 years- I wasted 3 years of my life on him!”

Joel can’t believe it either, not when he’s been here, holding you since the second week. But he doesn’t say that, he holds you against his chest and softly murmurs an “I know.”

“Th-this absolute bastard! I knew he was always going to be rough around the edges but to flirt- no, not just fucking flirt, to make out with another woman at the bar on-“ a sob over takes you and Joel has never felt the urge to kill a man more than he does now. It’s your birthday, and instead of having an amazing night with your boyfriend of 3 years. You’re sobbing into Joel’s chest because Tommy is still, and will forever be Tommy. His hold tightens as his patience is weakening. Not with you, never with you. But with your (hopefully soon to be ex)boyfriend.

It’s quiet for a while, Joel knows how the night ends after this. You’ll uncurl yourself from his side and immediately apologize upon seeing the tear stains. He’ll make you both a drink, depending on how you’re feeling or the time of day it could be coffee, alcohol, or Joel’s specialty, Peppermint Hot chocolate. Every drink is always served with a glass of water to re-hydrate you. He will give you clothes (his Pj’s) to relax in before you snuggle under a comfy blanket on the couch. He’ll turn on a shitty movie for you to laugh at. Sometimes you’ll fall asleep and he’ll move you to his bed while he takes the couch for the night, or you’ll leave with a kiss on the cheek and endless “thank you’s” falling from your lips. It’s such a predictable routine he already knows you want a hot chocolate tonight, and the movie you’re going to watch is Judge Dredd from the 80’s with Sylvester Stallone. He knows you so well, so well that he’s shocked when you don’t uncurl yourself from his chest.

“Sweetheart?” The nickname has you pressing further into his chest, your arms tighten around him almost as if you’re afraid he’ll leave.

“Do you remember the night we all met?” Though mumbled into his chest, he still hears and it still makes his heart jump when he thinks of it, even though his heart has been broken ever since. His simple “mhm” seems to be enough to lure you to continue.

“It’s the perfect love story really, we catch eyes from across a crowded room and we’ve been together ever since.. “ your head suddenly lifts from his chest, still close, almost sitting in his lap with your hands on his pecs and Joel is trying to think of the most disgusting things he knows of to keep his little friend in check. Without noticing his hands are resting on your waist under your shirt, drawing little comforting circles into your skin.

“But it’s all a lie.” One of your hands slowly moves up to the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the uncut hair your are currently twirling between your fingers. The sensation has Joel imagining things he could never tell you, like the thousands of times he’s dreamt of you locking his head between your thighs as your fingers grip his hair for dear life. Endless moans falling from your lips while your back arches.

“He wasn’t the one I was staring at Joel.” You whisper, the sultry tone isn’t lost on him. Nor is the feather like stroking of his collarbone, your fingers stop playing with his hair as they slowly move to hold his head, never fully leaving him, the ghosting touches sending a warm shiver down his spine. He wants to ask what you’re doing, to softly push you away, to remind you that you’re technically still with Tommy, even if he desperately wished you weren’t. But he doesn’t. He just holds you tighter as one of his hands finds it’s way to hold your lower back beneath your shirt.

“Who were you looking at baby?” He knows he’s a bad brother as your lips draw closer and doesn’t put up a fight against it, he knows he’s a horrible person when you softly murmur a “you” against his lips and he kisses you, no longer keeping himself in check as you hold his face so gently he barely feels it. The kiss is what he imagined millions of times and so much more than he could’ve fantasized. You’re so soft and passionate with every push of your mouth against his. He can’t believe you’re real if he’s honest, absolutely perfect in every way possible. His guilt disappearing as you detach your perfect mouth from his only to situate yourself closer to him (if even possible) before pulling him back to you with force.

He can’t remember how long it’s been since he’s felt so loved, so fucking aroused from kissing someone and he starts questioning if he ever has. He has to hold back a groan as you depart for air, heaving as you lean back to look at him. God he’s never seen you more gorgeous than right now, limbs wrapped all around his body with your face flushed, lips swollen and glistening from kissing him. Your eyes watching him very carefully and calculating. You always look cute when thinking he decides as you ever so softly bite your bottom lip.

The moment is suddenly over has you quickly remove yourself from him and running over to your bag, and Joel’s terrified. Not of the possibility that Tommy will never forgive him but of the thought that he hurt you or made you uncomfortable. The thought that you regret it has his heart shattering across the living room floor. He’s quick to get up and call after you, already trying to do damage control.

“Sweetheart? God I’m so sorry, i should’ve asked before-“ a hand slapping over his mouth has his apology dying on his lips. Fuck your hands are so soft against him. He stands dumbly as you hold your phone to your ear. The air feels thick as he hears the ringing then the receiver clicking. A slurred “hello” flows throughout the room as you don’t take your eyes off of Joel’s. You called Tommy, you called your boyfriend, and you’re going to tell him what happened begging for another chance. Leaving Joel to clean up the mess you will make. And he’d do it, he would do it for eternity if he got to kiss you again.

You’re both at a standstill as he hears Tommy already rattling off an apology for ruining your birthday, you hand twitches against Joel as he calls you “my girl” through the phone. You’re still looking at Joel with a blank stare, eyes unblinking as Tommy goes on and on with excuses before you finally interrupt him after what seemed like hours to Joel.

“We’re over Tommy.” This seems to have left Tommy speechless, and not only Tommy. Joel’s eyes are wide as he gently guides your hand away from his mouth and taking a step forward, you don’t wait for a response as you quickly end to call and push yourself back into Joel’s loving embrace, you fit together like you were made for each other, two perfectly carved puzzle pieces. Joel lifts you into his arms as your legs wrap around him. Your kiss never once breaking as he takes the both of you to his room. The whole way there throughout messy kisses and moans all he’s doing is thanking every god he doesn’t believe in that his brother is a man whore.

I hope y’all enjoyed,🫶

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scary-tingz · 2 years

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Le Masterlist

Slashers (Multiple Characters in one post)

Slashers Sorted into Categories Pt. 1

Slashers Sorted into Categories Pt. 2

Slashers Sorted into Categories Pt. 3

Slashers Sorted into Categories Pt. 4

Slasher Boyfriend Imagine 1

Slasher Boyfriend Imagine 2

Slashers X Self-Conscious + Flat-Chested S/O

Slasher Kinnie Starter Packs

Slashers + Valentine’s Day

Slashers + Reader Who Owns Their Merch

Michael Myers

Metalhead Micheal X Emo Reader HCs

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas Hewitt X Scene Reader HCs

AMVs

Michael Myers Tribute - Redrum by Freddy Dredd

Freddy X Jason - Your Love is my Drug by Ke$ha

Thomas Hewitt Tribute - Cannibal by Ke$ha

Laughing Jack X Jeff the Killer - Mad Professor by Insane Clown Posse

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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what about punish, mock, choke and destroy? for your WIP game

None for mock or destroy. These aren’t edited.

Punish:

This is your punishment. You were late to your session with Changgu so now he’s taking it out on your body.

Yeo One x Reader x Hongseok

“If I don’t punish you now, what’s to stop you from trying to leave again?”

Baekhyun x reader

Choke:

You watch them for a moment, their excited giggles filling the bubbling dredd circling you and your team leader like a icy and torned vine ready to lash out and choke you at any moment.

Mingyu x Reader

Send me an ask from my WIP ask game

#anon 💕#ask games #wip game #current wips #yeo one #hongseok #pentagon smut #pentagon x reader #yandere baekhyun #exo smut #mingyu x reader #svt smut #kpop smut #kpop x reader #writeformesinpie

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iantoyawrites · 2 years

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I'm sorry I have like... 80 questions...

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

2. No, definitely not. I'd just daydream headcanons or draw instead. I take paper notes by hand for work but it's usually really shorthand and it's more of a to-do list anyway, and even then I bitch and moan about it.

4. So feral in a good way? Recently I read a Madara x reader fic (which was super random, not really something I thought I'd be into, but holy f it was amazeballs and the tag "mating press" got me curious. Anyway, the author used the word "drag" for the "drag of his ****" along your walls" and holy shit I am undone.

Here's the link:

9. Not really. I entertain the idea sometimes as fantasy but that's about it.

10. Hmm. Great question. I don't know about haunt but there's several first that I think about from time to time from Hannibal, X-men (Erik/Charles), and a sex pollen fic from Judge Dredd. They just really captivate my mind. My own work? It just keeps me in my own world for awhile but I think it's too soon to tell. The ideas I have for Casino Island might.

13. I've thought about writing non-con several times and I just can't bring myself to do it. As someone who has suffered sexual abuse it's kind of a fine line between fantasy and just...eh I don't know. I have a hard time writing dark stuff because it puts me in a really bad headspace, though I love reading the content. Writing sexy tiemz is often a challenge. I like writing dialogue and creating tension and that comes most easily. I also hate writing fight scenes. Like...can't it be epic and we'll just imagine it?

16. Hmm. Most recently a flier for extended care life insurance something something open enrollment that ended months ago. I never even looked at the policy options, and the bookmark, in a diet book (Shred by Dr. Ian Smith) was supposed to remind me to look since I was using the book everyday. This summer has been shit and we're off the band wagon.

I'm also a heathen and fold pages in my books when there is no bookmark.

#thanks for the ask!#ask #whiskers

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mlm-writer · 3 years

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Judgement Time (Karl Urban as Judge Dredd x GN!Reader)

Kinktober Day 27: Cosplay Sex

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Pairing: Karl Urban as Judge Dredd x Reader with a vagina Rating: Explicit Words: 1430 Summary: Your boyfriend Karl shows you his outfit for comic con. It is hot. Note: Look me in the eyes and tell me this movie did not make you horny for that voice. Also reader has a vagina, but no gendered-words are used. I use clit and pussy once to refer to them genitals. Nothing is mentioned about a chest. Tags: no beta we die like men, roleplay (sorta), teasing, banter, wholesome sex, unprotected sex, DONT SWALLOW, low key leather kink if you squint, hmmmm consent and established relationship.

“Are you finally coming out?” You knocked on the bedroom door, your boyfriend being in there for at least 20 minutes. He yelled back that his costume was harder to put on than he remembered. You were prepping for comic con tomorrow and Karl said he had a surprise for you. You crossed your arms, because apparently his surprise was waiting until you aged. You took a step back when the door opened, curious eyes catching a glimpse of him before he even stepped out fully. “Oh my god, you’re hot,” you gasped.

Karl laughed as he turned around for good measure. His entire body was clad in leather that was made to look old and dirty, but you knew better than that. The badge on his chest had an odd shine to it. Even with the helmet on, you thought he was extremely hot. “See? I remember you having the hots for… Judge Dredd.” His voice changed as he spoke like he did in the movie.

You could not stop looking. “You’re not going anywhere with me like that. I might suck your dick in the middle of the dealer room.” He laughed and stepped closer to you, each step turning you on more. He stopped when his chest was barely touching yours. You could not see his eyes, but his smirk told you enough.

“I think I will have to assess your talents, rookie.”

“Why don’t you assess my body first?”

He chuckled, trying hard to stay in character, but it simply couldn’t be done with the weird exchange and cheesy lines. He leaned down to kiss you, but smacked you in the head with the helmet instead. With a grunt he pulled the thing off, his hair sticking up adorably. He lifted you up and kissed you as he moved to the couch. He put you down on the back of it and slid down to his knees, taking off your shorts in the progress. “Judgement time, baby,” he joked, before playing with you with his tongue. You put a hand in his hair and guided his mouth over your heat. Karl was good at a lot of things, but eating you out was his number one talent. His tongue knew where to press, how to tease and he sucked in just the right places.

You got so lost in the feeling of his mouth. All you felt was the pleasure of his tongue and time became unreal. He built you up to your orgasm, only to pull away when you got too close. You whined as you hopped off the couch. You switched places with him, enjoying the smirk on his face as you pushed him against the couch. He leaned against it and licked his lips as you got down on your knees. “I think you should assess my mouth too, judge,” you joked.

Karl shook his head, probably not believing this was actually turning him on. “You should just shut up,” he spoke lightly as he unzipped the leather pants, revealing he had gone commando under there. You raised a brow at him. “Don’t look at me like that. I knew you would jump my bones. I’ll actually wear underwear when we go to comic con, all right?”

You took his cock out with a smirk. “You can also go commando to comic con. Makes it easier to suck your dick in the dressing room.” He groaned as he watched you lick his length. You closed your eyes and took his cock in your mouth. You imagined being at comic con. It is the middle of the event and no one is really using the dressing room at this point. It is just you, him and a very thin fake wall to shield you from thousands of fans. You bobbed your head over his length as you imagined it, the thrill of being obscene, of being caught.

When you opened your eyes again, the sight got you dripping. Karl had his mouth open just a little, while his eyes showed you had his undivided attention. You pulled your mouth off him and let his wet length rest against your cheek. “I need to ride you,” you sighed, pupils dilated and hole dripping to get him inside you.

“I’ll clean the couch later,” he groaned as he bent down to pick you up. His lips were hungry for yours as he carried you around the couch and sat down in the middle of it. You shifted and lined his cock right for you to sink down on it. Your moans mixed as he breached you and your walls stretched around him.

“Fuck you’re thick,” you cursed as you slid down. You were so wet, it was easy to take him inside you. His hands landed on your sides as he helped you up and down his cock. You put your hands on his shoulders, leveraging yourself. You rolled your hips over his length, your wetness clearly audible with every move. Karl moaned, his eyes fixated on your face. The afternoon light shining through the curtains gave you a perfect view of his handsome face.

Your legs burned, but you wanted to keep going. It felt so good and you just wanted more, feel his cock from this perfect angle. Karl tightened his grip on you, preventing you from moving. You whined. “Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’m not done with you.” He slid down a little, hands going down to your hips. You lifted them up just a little, already knowing what he was about to do. He always knew how to read you. He held you in place as he thrusted his hips up into you. You rested your hands next to him so he could move freely. Even without the classic action 8-pack, Karl was super fit, tirelessly pounding up into you, the sound of skin slapping on leather and your hole overflowing with your wetness filled the living room.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whined as he fucked you roughly. You looked down at him, your horny on high as you saw the emblem on his chest. You carefully lifted one hand, bringin it to your clit and rubbing just a little, which was enough to send you over the edge. You whole body shook as he kept roughly fucking you through it, maximising your pleasure. He let go of you and you were seated on his lap, cock as deep inside you as it could go.

He groaned as your walls clenched and unclenched in the aftershocks of your orgasm. A hand raised to your cheek and you leaned against it as you caught your breath. “You’re so fucking wet, baby, I wanna facefuck you and cum on your tongue. Is that ok?” You let out a moan and nodded your head. You wobbled on your legs as you climbed off him. Karl manhandled you until you were on the floor, leaning with your back against the couch. He had a sturdy grip on your head as you opened your mouth.

Karl was not particularly big, but his girth was impressive. He pushed his cock into your mouth and you could taste yourself on it as he used your mouth for his pleasure. You hummed around it, eyes rolling back as he fucking your mouth like he fucked your pussy. He pulled out halfway, the tip of his cock on your tongue and you sucked as hard as you can, swimming in the sound of his groan, as he came on your tongue, his taste mixing with your own aftertaste. When he pulled out, he grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table and handed it to you. You spit his cum out, grimacing at the taste, making him chuckle.

Karl sat down on the couch and pulled you from the floor into his lap. You threw the tissue onto the coffee table and relaxed against him. “I think I messed up your costume a little,” you sighed. Karl took the leather gloves off and threw them god knows where. His bare hand landed on your thigh, rubbing it soothingly.

“Nah, it’s leather, easy to clean, right?” You giggled, putting a hand on top of his.

“So… what’s your assessment, Judge?” You grinned as you looked up at him. He smirked back at you and lifted you up. You yelped as he carried you to the bedroom.

“I think I am not done yet, rookie,” he spoke in that rough voice, before closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

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emily-strange · 4 years

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Tear Us Apart, Part 3

Y/N waits for the decision that will make or break her and Dredd.

Part 3 of 3

Okay so I warn you - this is long...I just couldn’t get it down anymore I’m sorry to those of you wanting a quick ending haha but I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing proper smut so! 🤞🤞

Did I mention it was long? 🤦🏼‍♀️

Warnings: Swearing, Smutty goodness (I hope!).

Y/N tries to think back to something happy. Something that’ll stop this burning pain in her chest. Just one memory, one thing to keep her grounded.

All she can think of is that fucking cupcake.

She thinks about Cassie. Yes Cassie, that works. She takes herself back to her childhood when she and Cassie bunked together in the orphanage. They were both scared of thunder so whenever there was a storm they’d hide together under the blanket with a flashlight. Telling stories telepathically as to not get in trouble. They did that until they grew up and moved away for training. Whenever anything upset them. That’s all Y/N wants to do now as she sits on Dredd’s floor with her eyes closed, waiting for rejection.

She feels her hands shaking despite the tight grip he has and swears she can hear the frantic beat of her heart against her chest. They’ve been sat like this for at least a minute. A long time when you’re waiting for the walls to cave in and the sadness to envelope you.

When she feels Dredd shift, she expects him to let go of her hands and pick up his helmet. But he doesn’t do either of those things.

Y/N jumps at the first light touch of his lips to hers and can’t stop the small gasp that leaves her. Against her lips she’s sure she feels Dredd’s mouth twitch up into a smile before firmly pressing against her. His lips are soft, so much softer than she’d imagined. Somewhere in the back of her mind she makes a mental note to look for his lip balm of choice, the thought making her smile into his mouth.

She shakes her hands free from his and pushes herself forward on her knees. Ignoring the small pain from being against the hardwood floor. She grasps his face somewhat roughly, scared that if she’s too slow he’ll question himself and pull away. The kiss itself is still gentle. A close-lipped peck really, nothing earth shattering and yet she feels herself tremble.

Dredd gently puts his hands on her upper arm and squeezes delicately, not wanted to be too firm. He pushes her slightly so their lips are no longer connected, but close enough to brush against one another and smooths his palms up past her shoulders to cup her cheeks. The pads of his rough thumbs grazing against her cheekbones.

“You can look.” He says quietly, almost like it’s a secret just for her to hear. Y/N swallows around the dryness in her throat and very carefully shakes her head, not wanting Dredd to remove his hands.

“I don’t have to…I don’t…it’s okay if…” Y/N stutters but can’t find the words to fill in the gaps. Dredd’s lips twitch again and now she definitely knows he’s smiling. That would be quite a sight she thinks to herself.

“Please.” Is the only word Dredd gives before leaning back a bit. Y/N tries to chase the feel of his lips but is stopped by the hands softly holding her face. She releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding and slowly flutters her eyes open. When they do, she can’t stop the smile that breaches her face.

Sitting in front of her on the sofa is Dredd. Her Dredd. Her mentor, her friend, the one thing her heart has been craving these three long, long months. He’s there. And he’s perfect.

His hair is dark and Y/N reaches up to run her fingers through the side of it, making the man in front of her give a small, almost non-existent smile. She runs those fingers down across his temple and looks into his eyes, his lovely deep hazel eyes. He looks tired, she notices, but the dark circles can’t take anything away from their beauty.

Nor can the scar that runs from the left side of his forehead down to just under his right eye in a diagonal line. Y/N leans forward and stretches up to rain small, delicate kisses down it. Dredd’s eyes flutter closed and she hears the small, very faint whine that he allows to escape his lips. She smiles and touches the side of her nose to his, putting their lips in position for another chaste kiss. But it doesn’t stay chaste for very long.

Dredd moves his hands from Y/N’s face and leans into her touch. He wraps his arms around her back and pulls her up before taking her with him to straddle his lap. He plants his hands firmly on her lower and upper back, gently crushing his body to hers. He uses the small gasp that she gives as a way to slip his tongue into her awaiting mouth. He inhales deeply as she moans and lets him dominate the kiss.

Y/N’s never been kissed like this before and the way he clutches himself to her, she can tell that it’s been a long time for him. When Dredd runs his hand up to the back of her head, he threads his fingers through her hair, using it to gently pull her back and part her lips from his. For a long moment they sit with their foreheads touching, catching their breath.

Dredd is the first to retreat, sitting back against the sofa to give them both space to really look at each other. He rests his hands on her waist while hers settle on his chest, feeling his heart thumping under her palms. She takes a moment to really look at his face now that she’s sat back a bit. She can see that his nose has clearly been broken and fixed a number of times and as well as the long, thin scar across his face he has smaller, paler ones littered across his skin. Like he’d gone toe to toe with a glass window and lost. Nothing about his face though, in her opinion, warranted being hid behind a helmet all the time.

“I don’t know what to say,” Dredd begins after both your breathing returns to normal, “I shouldn’t of just…” When he trails off, not knowing how to finish, Y/N takes pity on him.

“Just handed me over to Brooks without talking to me first?” She says smiling, but Dredd sees the sadness of what he did reflected in her eyes. He leans forward and holds her against him. She moves her head to lay it on his chest as he strokes his long fingers through her hair.

“I’m sorry.” He says after a quiet second and there is no doubt in her mind that he means it. People like Dredd don’t apologise. Even when in the wrong…which to be fair to the man, isn’t very often. He presses a kiss to the top of her head and Y/N feels him inhale the scent of her hair, reminding her of one of his memories. How the smell of her shampoo calms him. She pushes herself up gently and gives the man in front of her a big smile, causing him to frown.

“What?” Dredd asks suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

Y/N shakes her head, “Nothing…I’m just…happy.”

She leans forward and captures his mouth against hers, moving to run her fingers around his neck and up to the back of his head. Threading them in the soft hair at his nape. She smiles into the kiss when she feels Dredd shiver and very quickly the kiss turns heated again.

Dredd snakes his arms back around to Y/N’s back and clutches her jumper like it’s the only thing keeping him afloat. He moves a hand down to her thigh and squeezes firmly before running the same hand under the jumper and around to her lower back. Y/N shivers at the touch of his calloused hand on the soft skin of her back and runs one of hers down to his neck before tugging his hair firmly with the other.

The moan that leaves Y/N’s throat and the grind of her core against his causes Dredd to snap back to reality. He breaks the kiss suddenly and very gently extracts his hands from her body, putting them back against her jaw. Feeling the soft pants that leave Y/N’s plump, kiss swollen lips stirs feelings in him he’s long pushed down. He kisses her cheek quickly when he sees the nervousness in her eyes, wanting to rid that look from her face forever.

“I think we should slow down.” He says softly, running his thumbs against her cheeks. His heart clenches at the memories of the tears running down them not long ago. The last thing he wants is to ruin everything they’ve built so far in only these last few minutes, “I don’t want you to regret this.”

The relief on Y/N’s face must be as obvious as the insecurity on his, as both sit and caress the others face gently.

“I want you.” Y/N says softly but without a pinch of hesitation and before Dredd can speak, she closes her eyes and pushes out the feelings she’s kept so well hidden. He opens his mouth but no words leave as his eye’s water. She lets him feel the abundance of her love for him, the affection she craves to give and receive in turn, from him and him alone. When she opens her eyes it’s to see Dredd swallow around the lump in his throat.

All of a sudden, he rises from the sofa and Y/N lets out a small squeak as she clings to his firm shoulders. She wraps her legs tight around him as he walks her into his bedroom. She does a quick look around and see’s that it’s very much like the rest of his apartment, quite bare and without clutter.

Except for a book on 20th Century War lying open on his bedside table and his academy jumper hanging from his wardrobe door.

As Dredd lowers her to the bed, he follows her gaze to the jumper and brings her attention back to him with a delicate touch of his fingers to her chin. He reaches out with his mind, showing her how he can’t bare to put it on. Worried that if he does, it’ll lose whatever trace of her it has. She smiles and whispers to him, “I can wear it again.” before bringing his lips down to meet her.

Lying on her back, Y/N scoots up the bed. Making sure Dredd follows her. She practically tears his t-shirt off of him, forcing it up and over his head causing a smirk to form on his face once it collides with his dresser.

“Do you know the punishment for manhandling a Judge young lady?” he says with as much authority as one can when shirtless. Y/N smiles and rakes her eyes over his now exposed chest. She goes to touch him but gets nervous at the last second, moving to pull her hand back but Dredd catches it and pulls her to sit up. Placing her hand on his chest. As soon as the skin of her palm reaches his body, the other one joins it. Running her fingers through the smattering of hair and across his pecs. Detailing scars and freckles with her finger tips.

Y/N looks up to Dredd’s face and sees his head bowing forward with both eyes closed. He’s breathing heavily with deep inhales and when he doesn't open his eyes, Y/N waits and allows him time to adjust to her touch. She thinks this might be the first time in a long, long time that he's been touched so softly.

When his shudders subside, she runs her nails lightly down towards his toned stomach with one hand and raises his face with the other. Dredd takes a deep breath to compose himself and opens his eyes, his mouth curling into his signature frown. She doesn't need to read him to know he feels foolish in his vulnerability.

“It's okay.” Y/N says before taking her jumper off, hoping to even the playing field. However her confidence wavers when Dredd rakes his eyes over her breasts but doesn't move an inch. She fiddles with her hair, trying to cover herself up but is stopped when a pair of hands take her own. Light kisses touched to her knuckles.

“You're beautiful.” Dredd says with an intensity that surprises her. So much she can't stop the full body shiver that affects her from head to toe. He places her palms back on his chest before saying quietly and with a frown, “I'm sorry.”

Y/N gives a small laugh and quickly replies, “It's okay, you've already apologised.”

Dredd shakes his head and pulls away from Y/N, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I'm sorry, I don't know how to do all...this. Its been...a long time.” he admits and can't help cringe at the small tone of his own voice.

“Well...neither do I...not really...” Y/N begins and climbs, not so gracefully, off the bed to stand in front of him, putting her arms around his neck. She pushes her own insecurity down and makes sure his eyes never leave hers as she says, “I've only been with two guys and, well, they weren't exactly...ideal partners. Kind of...selfish I guess you could say.”

Dredd hears the sorrow in her voice and makes a silent promise to her that she’ll never feel that way again. Y/N puts her thumb between his eyebrows and smooths out the worry line embedded there, causing a small smile to grace his features. He wraps his arms around her waist and her giggle turns to a gasp when he attaches his lips to her neck, kissing his way down to her cleavage. Y/N runs her fingers up the back of his hair as he licks and sucks marks into the soft flesh of her breasts.

When she tugs on his hair, she's rewarded with a deep growl from the back of his throat but also his grumpy face at being interrupted, “I just thought you might want better access.” She says with an air of self-confidence she didn't know she had. Dredd watches with his mouth hanging open as Y/N reaches round and undoes her bra, dropping it to the floor. Before she loses momentum and second guesses herself, she rolls down her leggings and takes her socks with them.

As she stands before Dredd in nothing but a pair of standard black underwear, she thinks that she should be more embarrassed than she actually is. Suddenly Dredd stands like he's about to give a military salute, making her jump and causing a laugh to escape. He gives her an apologetic smirk and does the same, removing his jeans and socks. To her surprise, his boxers are a deep red and not black.

“Those aren't regulation sir.” She says teasingly and yelps in surprise as he picks her up, gently tossing her onto the bed with a bounce

“I'm off duty.” Dredd says climbing onto the bed and caging her with his strong arms. Y/N hums to herself and reaches up to pull his body down against hers, both of them shivering when they finally get skin to skin.

“Someone once told me a Judge is never off duty.” She laughs, taking the opportunity to nibble on his rough jaw and kisses a small scar she finds. She pulls back to look into his hooded eyes, blown wide with lust and longing.

“Are you sassing me?” he says with a growl, running one rough palm down her side as he props himself up with the other. He can't help the satisfied smirk that graces his face when Y/N stutters and arches her back to put his hand more firmly on her body.

“Ma...maybe. If this is what it gets m..me, sir.” She says, writhing underneath him already. When she runs her hands down Dredd's back, she relishes the spark it seems to ignite in him. He smooths his hand back up her stomach to her breasts and takes one in his large hand, squeezing and kneading gently. He molds his mouth to hers and kisses her like she’ll disappear at any moment.

While exploring each other’s bodies, Dredd mumbles between kisses, “When...we're like this...I want you to read me...whenever you want.”

Y/N breaks the kiss and gazes unbelievably up at him before closing her eyes. The instant she feels him inside her head, she snaps them back open to look into his. A tear escapes as she feels the onslaught of love and affection rolling off of Dredd in waves. She pushes down the choked sob that threatens to leave her throat and pours her own love back with a kiss. She caresses his face and shifts to roll her centre against his in desperation. A desperation she knows is being channelled by him as well.

“I want you,” she gasps, moving herself against him. Even with her lack of experience, Y/N knows how hot and heavy he feels in the confines of his underwear and uses her feet to shimmy them down his thighs, “please.”

Dredd pulls back to search her eyes for any insincerity but when he sees nothing but adoration, he manoeuvres his boxers off his legs and lets them drop wherever they are. He then delicately, like she might break if he's too rough, peels her now wet underwear from her.

He runs his fingertips up her inner thigh and groans when they make contact with the soaked slickness of her heat. He very gently touches her clit but it's enough to make her moan. He moves his lips to hover over hers, their breath mingling as he says uncertainly, “Show me what you like.”

Y/N smiles at his want to please her and reaches between them. She takes his fingers, now drenched in her need and changes between circling and tapping her aching clit. Very quickly she lets go and he takes over expertly. Soon he slips a thick finger into her and then another when he finds no resistance. He can tell she's close when her moans get louder and her ability to keep kissing wanes. He wants her to finish before they do anything else. The last thing he wants is to cause her any pain.

Sensing this, Y/N rocks her hips up to meet his fingers and grasps at his shoulder when suddenly his mouth engulfs a peaked nipple. Gently sucking. Puffs of air fan his hair while she whines and approaches her release.

“So close.” She whimpers and almost immediately clenches his fingers inside her as she cums. He releases her breast and watches intently as she comes down from her high. Her eyelids fluttering. Wisps of hair are stuck to her forehead and he uses his other hand to brush them away before carefully pulling his fingers from her and inspecting them with a genuine smile. The pride Y/N reads from him is able to counteract the embarrassment she feels while he looks at his fingers, before sucking them into his mouth. Her face reddens as he hums around the digits, cleaning them thoroughly.

After he's done, Dredd smiles down at her before meeting her lips in a heated kiss. He nips at her bottom lip and licks his tongue into her mouth, riling her body back up. After a few minutes of passionate kisses and firm gropes of each other’s bodies, Y/N eases Dredd back. He's been careful to keep his hips up and away from her centre, not wanting her to feel pressured, but now she's desperate to see him. She can sense his apprehension as he sits back on his heels, baring himself to her completely for the first time.

Y/N gasps but she's quick to reach out with her mind and ease his fears. Her gasp is far from a negative reaction. Like his face and torso, his thighs are littered with marks and scars, a hazard of his chosen calling in life.

“You're beautiful.” Y/N mutters, distracted by his body. She wouldn't ever think it was possible but Dredd blushes and it extends from the tips of his ears down to his cock. Thick with lust and dripping. She reaches out and grasps him firmly in her hand, noting how she can't quite touch finger to thumb. He gasps and throws his head back as she strokes him, gathering the moisture at his tip and spreading it over the swollen head. He’s hot and heavy in her palm and groans when she switches hands to lick the precum off her thumb.

But before she can really get a rhythm going, Dredd clutches her wrist and takes her hand from his body. Moving her back to pin it above her head, threading his fingers with hers.

“Like I said, its been a while.” He says with a humourless laugh and when he sees her glance between them and lick her lips, he sucks at her ear before whispering, “Next time.” Enjoying the shiver that runs through her body. He nips her earlobe and pulls back to kiss her again while he takes his cock in hand and puts pressure on the base, staving off the orgasm he's already so close to.

“Do we need...anything?” Dredd asks and Y/N shakes her head.

“You know the handbook Judge Dredd. Implants are required while in the line of service.” She says between licking and sucking bruises onto his neck and chest. She wants to cover his battle scars with marks of her own. Marks that she hopes he'll see and be pleased by instead of disgusted. Dredd pants and runs his thickness between her slick pussy lips, coating himself in her wetness, readying himself to enter her.

“I just..fuck..I could go get something...if you want me too...I will…” he says but trails off when Y/N shifts her hips to position him properly. He keeps his eyes shut tight, finding the pleasure already overwhelming. Y/N brushes his hair off his forehead and glides her hand down the side of his face. He opens his eyes, turning his head to kiss her palm.

“Thank you for worrying. But I want to feel everything.” She breaths heavily.

When Dredd finally pushes into her, Y/N feels the world around them melt. She feels every inch of his thickness as she stretches to accommodate him, opening her legs wider to help ease the path. Dredd stops a few times to help her adjust and watches for any small sign of discomfort.

“Fuck Dredd, you're…big.” She pants with her eyes closed, a smile gracing her face. Dredd, despite all his usual stoicism, can’t stop the look of bewilderment plastered on his face when he finally reaches his hilt. The warm wetness that engulfs him is something he’d resided to living without for, probably, the rest of his life. He leans down on his elbows over Y/N and litters her face with kisses until she opens her eyes.

“My...can you cal….” He starts but shakes his head, burying his face in her neck and kisses along her throat. Y/N rocks her hips, letting him know she's ready and for a few minutes he grinds his pelvis into hers, catching her clit with every shift of his hips. His face stays in her neck, every so often mumbling something she can't quite make out.

She clutches her free hand under his arm and reaches out to his mind, smiling when she finds what he's so desperate for but can't say. She threads her fingers through his hair and brings his lips back to hers for a messy, uncoordinated kiss which is all teeth and tongues. Both fighting for dominance as they bite at lips and cling to each other with urgency. When Dredd pulls back for the first time, dragging his heavy cock from her tight walls until only the tip remains, Y/N says what she knows he needs.

“Please fuck me, Joe.” She whines and holds his face above hers. Dredd stutters but pushes back into her with a forceful grunt, causing the thin band of his restraint to snap.

“Fuck.” he groans as he begins to piston his hips against hers at a furious rate. Y/N meets his thrusts with her own and together they build a punishing pace, laced with moans and grunts of pleasure. She kisses and trails the tip of her tongue down the long scar on Dredd’s face, making him cry out and shudder. Something she feels in her whole body. The attention dealt to her throbbing clit has brought Y/N back to the cusp of orgasm quickly and she knows they both won’t take long to fall over that cliff.

“OH...Joe...Joe don't stop, please don't stop.” She cries as he squeezes the hand still entwined with his above her head. Sweat beads on his skin as he approaches his end and with a final, hard thrust of his hips, he's falling.

“Thank you...” He says panting into her neck as he cums, “Thank you.”

Feeling his cock throb and release inside of her would've been enough to push her over the edge, but the way he thanks her just makes the high that more intense. He isn't thanking her for the sex or even for crying his name, he's thanking her for loving him. In the only way he can manage right now.

As she clenches around him, Dredd peppers kisses and soft touches over any skin he can reach before releasing her hand and rolling onto his side. As he slips from her and cum trails down her thigh, he gently rolls her with him so they can face each other, legs and arms still entwined. He smooths his hand down the side of her face and leans in for a small, delicate kiss.

“You okay?” he asks, suddenly worried by his force at the end.

“I’m perfect,” she says before kissing him, “I promise.”

They spend the next few minutes kissing before Y/N seems to remember something and rolls to glance over her shoulder. She looks at the book on the bedside table, making sure it is what she thought. Dredd follows her eyeline before she turns back and smiles warmly.

“When I didn’t see it on your shelf…I worried you’d gotten rid of it.” She whispers, suddenly feeling very exposed despite the fact she’s been naked for at least the last hour.

Dredd shakes his head, smiling.

“No. I’ve been…putting off finishing it.”

Y/N reads between the lines, knowing he just wanted a part of her close while they were apart. She pushes him onto his back and throws her leg over to straddle him, both ignoring the mess from between her legs. Dredd sits up a bit and clutches at her back while he kisses her fiercely. All of a sudden Y/N pulls back and meets his confused face.

“I believe…if I’m not mistaken…I saw that I have my own present…” she says grinning and turning to glance at the wardrobe, “…in the bottom of that very cupboard.”

Dredd collapses back to the bed in an exaggerated huff, “You want it, now!?”

Y/N bites her lip and smiles, nodding slowly. She giggles when he groans and gently throws her off of him to bounce on the bed, before getting off it and begrudgingly heading to the wardrobe.

She watches his naked bum as he bends down and retrieves the present before bringing it back to her in bed.

#dredd #dredd x reader #judge dredd x reader #Judge Dredd #Judge Dredd Fanfiction #tear us apart part 3 #tear us apart #karl urban #karl urban fanfiction #fanfiction

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 4 years

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The Montgomery Files: Chapter 7

Dredd x reader

By @adventuresintooblivion

Word Count: 2194

Summary: A gala. With embezzlement. And Wolfe’s family. Oh joyous day!

Note: Takes place after my series that you can find in the Masterlist.

Montgomery sighed softly, picking idly at her Lo Mein. Tonight was a weird night. Dredd and Y/LN were on a mission together for fucking once but it was guard duty of all things. It was for a fundraiser for kids or something like that. But not only were they undercover, the event was hosted by the Wolfes of all people.

After Chief had told the couple about their assignment, Montgomery had been called into Control for a special favor. While the Chief didn’t cash in her special favors very often, this one seemed to be particularly important. And illegal. Hence, why it had been given to Montgomery.

Her skills with a computer were somewhat infamous amongst her peers. However, they all were aware that what she did wasn’t always within the confines of the law. Most people tended to turn a blind eye since it kept street Judges alive. This was different though.

This assignment wasn’t dangerous and it was almost impossible for either Dredd or Y/LN to get injured let alone killed. It was a fundraiser for crying out loud. What were they doing, hiding guns in the punch? But with the Wolfe’ involved, Montgomery couldn’t help but wonder if this was a bit personal.

Despite the fact that she usually thrived on this underground night life, Montgomery couldn’t help but wish she was at home watching some stupid mystery show. Over the past couple years, she’d practically begged Operators and Handlers alike for a chance like this. To be working with the two best Judges to walk the planet and be allowed to do as much shady shit as she wanted? It was a dream.

And five minutes in it became obvious that Dredd had a stick up his ass the size of the empire state building. His tux was bare minimum. He refused to drink or even grab Y/LN anything. Something about not being intoxicated while on duty. Then to top it off, he wouldn’t dance.

Again Montgomery was staring into the live feed, the gaudy decorations making her go a little cross eyed. For some relief she happened to glance over at a separate screen which displayed, in live time, the charity funds and where they were going. A list next to the sum of money in the account caught her attention. It was all of the guests credit card information, security number and all. Even the bogus cards that had been given the Dredd and Y/LN were listed. If Montgomery wanted to, she could get herself a nice pair of boots.

She pushed the thought aside as she began tracking the funds. Money began to pour in as the bidding started. The website said the money was supposed to fund a research program for children affected by pollution. It was called KIDS2BCURED. While the name was cheesy enough to make it sound real, it didn’t mean anything.

Montgomery flipped through the half dozen windows she had open for this project before finally settling on the bank accounts. It was supposed to arrive in a joint bank account for employees and supervisors to use in order to fund their research. However, no matter how much bidding was done at the fundraiser, no money showed up.

Montgomery frowned. Maybe there was some weirdly high tech security on this.

But then she got curious and began tracking down the paper trail from KIDS2BCURED. It existed on a couple pieces of paper but besides registering for the name the actual company didn’t exist.

Suddenly one of her windows pinged as it begam active. As she pulled it up she glanced at the headline. This was a list of all the bank accounts owned by the Wolfe’s respective business ventures. The one labeled as DuoCare Pharmaceuticals was suddenly filling up with hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Montgomery followed the paper trail on this as well, wondering how real this company was compared to KIDS2BCURED. Soon she found a copyright license for the name and a deed to a warehouse. The nice a reputable kind that’s surrounded by the shittiest part of town and other empty warehouses. And the bank account itself was owned directly by Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe.

“Welp, that’s illegal.” Montgomery couldn’t stop the chuckle as it came unbidden to her lips.

Rodrigez peeked around the wall of the cubical, “Oh? Illegal? Now you wouldn’t be snooping around unauthorized locations again?” His sing-song voice barely penetrated the drone of the party coming through her headphones.

This time Montgomery rolled her eyes, “No, I’m authorized to go where I want this time. But you know the friendly neighborhood fuck-up?”

He nodded eagerly, slowly making his way over to peer at her computer screen.

“Her parents are totally embezzling money from the richest and most powerful families in the Megacity.”

“Aren’t half of those Mafia?”

Montgomery nodded and continued typing.

Rodrigez continued, “No fucking way. That’s too ballsy to be someone related to her. Wait, do you think she knows?”

Before she could answer Rodriez hopped back on his computer and began typing furiously. His face lit up with an intense focus. Montgomery glanced over curious. All she could see was Wolfe’ picture on the screen.

“Oh Montgomery, this is poetic. She’s there.” he exclaimed.

Montgomery felt her mouth fall open, “She’s at the fundraiser?”

He nodded, “She requested off just for it.”

Montgomery squealed happily, “Oh this is gonna be great. Wait, am I a bad person for wanting this to happen?”

Rodrigez shrugged as Montgomery switched the comms on, “Y/LN, Dredd?”

It was Y/LN who replied, “Yes?”

The Handler grinned, “So how’s babysitting?”

“Dear God, Montgomery, don't get me started. Is there something you need?” She groaned into the microphone.

“Hmm? Oh nothing except a possible arrest warrant for Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe.”

There was a long moment of silence on the other side of the comms, “Hello?”

Y/LN cleared her throat, “Yeah, I’m here. I just...What for?”

“Embezzlement. Turns out that little fundraiser they host eventually works around to line their own pockets.”

A deep chuckle came over the comms, “Oh that is too perfect. Has the warrant been made official yet?”

Montgomery rolled her eyes, “Come on, Dredd, what do you take me for?”

Montgomery quickly sent the information to the Chief as a soft groan emanated over the speaker.

“I think you’re a Handler that straddles the line of the law and who frequently dips their toe into questionably legal activities. You’re also really fucking loud,” he replied. The screen finally flickered to life as he finished.

“So why haven’t you arrested me yet?”

Dredd didn’t dignify her with an answer as the scanners began to identify party goers. People dressed in the most expensive of fabrics this city could create. Montgomery chuckled dryly as she noticed the copious amounts of potpourri. So this is what the rich did to hide the stench of the squalor that surrounded them.

A soft ping pulled her from her thoughts as a notification appeared on Dredd’s screen.

His deep voice soon followed, “Arrest order received. We will commence with caution.”

Y/LN grumbled, “You know if it was anyone else besides the Wolfe’ the we wouldn’t be waiting for a warrant. We’re Judges.”

Dredd sighed softly and turned to look at his wife, “They donated thousands of dollars to the Academy since Wolfe joined. Not to mention they have a monopoly on the materials used to make our uniforms bullet proof. Understandably, the Chief is a bit nervous about this whole thing.”

Montgomery interrupted, “Hey guys, maybe we should talk about this later when we aren’t being recorded.”

Y/LN pressed her lips together before standing and making her way towards the Wolfe’. Dredd followed close behind. His hand rested on his firearm gently as they got within speaking distance. Judge Wolfe was standing beside them.

In Montgomery’s opinion, her dress was hideous. It was a silver strapless monstrosity. The color plus the copious amounts of ruffles left her looking like a pale scrawny chicken with no breasts. Her badly dyed hair didn’t help matters in the slightest. And she was about to get the shock of her life.

“Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe you are under arrest for fraud, embezzlement and forgery. You’re coming with us.” Y/LN pulled out her cuffs and began restraining the suspects.

Mr. Wolfe stammered, “E...Excuse me? We’ve done no such thing! Where is the proof?”

Dred spoke over Mr. Wolfe’ rambling, “Sir, you know how this goes. We are waiting to sentence you away from your daughter. Don’t make this any harder on yourself.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? These are my parents, they can’t do anything illegal.” Judge Wolfe’ shrill voice pierced through the clamour of the crowd.

“Stand down Judge. This isn’t your case.” Y/LN shot her down. She wasn’t about to deal with her tonight.

“No I will not stand down! I mean seriously, this can’t be happening. They wouldn’t steal. They donate to a bunch of charities-.”

Y/LN finished for her, “While lining their pockets. We’re not going to discuss this further.”

Wolfe whipped out her badge, “I am a Judge too and I order you not to take them.”

Dredd began pulling the Wolfe’s away, “You don’t have that authority. Stop making a fuss.”

“Also, I’m your partner. I know you’re a Judge. You’re supposed to know how this process works,” Y/L/N grumbled.

Wolfe stomped her foot, “If you take another step I’ll arrest you for...uh...kidnapping.”

Y/LN growled, “Wolfe this is your last chance, get out of the way.” Wolfe folded her arms in defiance, “Alright, you’re charged with obstruction of justice. One night in a holding cell.”

Wolfe’ mouth fell open. She didn’t move in time to escape the cuffs and before long all three Wolfe’ were escorted out.

Y/LN let out a large sigh of relief as she smiled at her husband, “That was so satisfying.”

“DAMN FUCKING RIGHT IT WAS!” Both Y/LN and Dredd flinched, grunting at the pain that lanced through their ears.

Dredd growled, “What the fuck, Montgomery?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. That was so cool. I had to put the comms on mute so I didn’t yell your ears off.”

“Don’t worry; I recorded it,” Rodrigez chimed in.

The heavy door on the transport closed with a heavy thunk. The Wolfes all hung their heads in shame. Y/N was about to leave but before she could get very far, something tugged on her hand.

She turned to see Dredd giving her only what she could call a sheepish grin. She couldn’t stop her answering smile from spreading across her lips.

“What?”

“Well.” He pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed together. “I can’t help but notice that you’re all nice and dressed up.”

She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her body molding against his, “You look rather handsome yourself.”

Dredd chuckled, “Why thank you. Now, we have a rare opportunity presented to us. We are both dressed up, out on the town and have the rest of the night free. Fuck the Wolfe. They’ll still be there in the morning.”

Y/N blinked in surprise, “Judge Dredd, putting off the law?”

He pressed his lips against hers, silencing her before pulling her away from the gathering crowd. They quickly disappeared into a nearby hotel. Y/N laughed nervously as she looked around.

The place was decorated lavishly. Even though they’d never been here before it was obvious it’d been decorated for some event. The chandeliers glinted like thousands of stars against a marble ceiling. Plush chairs were set around a large fireplace. Tables and desks shone with an intense red that Dredd didn’t know could belong to wood.

A clerk dressed in a tux glanced up from the front desk, “Hello, are you two here for the Midnight Gala?”

Dredd pressed his lips together, “ Yes?”

The clerk nodded before typing quickly on his computer, “Names please?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/LN,” Y/N answered.

After a few clicks he smiled, “Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Y/LN I’m so glad you could make it. I have your reservations right here. Would you like me to print out your invitations?”

Dredd shared a look with his wife before replying, “That’d be great.”

As they were being escorted through the hotel, Y/N leaned over to her husband, “What the fuck?”

The comms buzzed to life, “You’re welcome.”

“Montgomery? You’ve got to stop this, you’re being creepy.”

“Then turn off your cameras.”

Y/N grumbled before finally asking, “You did this?”

Montgomery chuckled, “You two looked so adorable such busy busy Judges. I figured you could use the break.”

Y/LN smiled despite the fact that the Handler couldn’t see her, “That’s awfully sweet of you. So, what’re you planning?”

“Nothing.” She replied. “But after you’re done I”ll be rooting for you to fuck him sideways.”

Y/N suppressed the urge to admonish her but instead turned off her camera and squeezed Dredd’s elbow, urging him to do the same.

#dredd x reader #judge dredd x reader #dredd imagines #judge dredd imagine #dredd imagine #reader insert #the montgomery files #Dredd OCs

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ninja-hamsterstyle · 5 years

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Judge

A/N: … I really have no explanation for this, mostly because it took me almost two months to finish and I don’t have a memory. This is just… pure filth. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dredd x Reader

Words: 1,369

Warnings: Authority kink, swearing, dry humping, squirting, vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, teasing?

(A/N pt. 2: Dredd’s first name is Joseph, so the reader calls him Joey.)

“Judge,” You breathed in his ear. “Judge Dredd.” Your voice cracked on his name, but you didn’t notice.

Joey did, though.

He sat stock-still in his chair, his hands gripping the arms of it as he stared at his paperwork on the desk. “I need to finish this paperwork, Y/N.” His voice was stern yet strained. He was desperately trying to ignore your mouth nipping and sucking along his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders… your bare pussy rubbing against him.

“But Judge Dredd .” You hissed when you caught a particularly good angle. “I need you.” You leaned in and gently tugged his earlobe in-between your teeth.

A low growl escaped from his throat without his permission. He swallowed nervously and gripped the arms of his chair even harder. There was no possible way you could’ve missed that.

And you didn’t.

“C’mon, Judge,” You practically purred. “Why don’t you take a break?”

“Y/N,” He said through gritted teeth. “I’m almost done.” Air whistled through his teeth when you traced a finger along the edge of his pants.

Your clit rubbed perfectly against his thigh, causing you to moan as your pussy spasmed. “So am I,” You breathed, moaning again.

Another growl pushed past Joey’s lips. Unconsciously, he lifted his thigh up slightly, causing you to rub against it more firmly.

“Joey!” You gasped, pulling away from his neck and tilting your head back. You wanted to make sure he saw your face when you came. “Oh, fuck!”

His thigh pressed up into you as you rubbed against it and the friction had you crying out and clutching at his shoulder with your free hand. The edge was right there.

Suddenly, Joey’s hand was between your bodies, rubbing roughly at your clit. A surprised gasp escaped your mouth, followed by a scream as you fell over the edge. Your fingers curled into his waistband as you grinded on his thigh. He worked you through your orgasm, groaning as he felt your juices soak through his pants.

“Fuck, Judge,” You panted.

He crashed his lips against yours as you came down from your orgasm, slowly the circles he was tracing on your clit. You let go of his waistband and wrapped both your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“You are impossible,” He muttered against your lips.

“But that’s what you love about me,” You murmured back.

His lips curved up against your and you smiled. He wrapped his free arm around your thighs, just under your ass. You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly stood, lifting you off of his lap and depositing you on the desk. His eyes were shining with arousal when he pulled away from the kiss to look at you.

“Darlin’, I love everything about you,” He told you.

Heat rose in your cheeks and you opened your mouth to respond, but he didn’t give you a chance to respond. Before you can even blink, he’s down on his knees. He runs a hand along the length of your right leg and follows it with his mouth, nipping and kissing and licking. He takes a moment to suck a bruise into the soft skin of your inner thigh before giving your left leg the same treatment.

“Joey,” You sighed, running your hands through his hair.

Joey paused from where he had been trailing kisses up the junction between your leg and groin and bit your hip. You yelped out in mixture of pleasure and pain and surprise.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He growled. “I didn’t hear you.”

You gasped when he raised his eyes to meet yours. “Judge!’ You said quickly “Judge!”

“That’s better, jailbait,” He approved. His mouth moved to your other hip, giving it the same treatment, and he relished the wrecked moan that fell from your lips. “Unauthorized touching of a Judge - especially touches of a sexual nature - give out a mandatory sentence of three months in the Iso Cubes,” He told you almost sternly, his breath hot against your skin. You gave him an innocent look (well, as innocent as you could get in your current position). Suddenly, one of his fingers was at your pussy, running through your wet folds. You squeaked in surprise and your body involuntarily leaned into the touch.

Mischief gleamed in Joey’s eyes and a crooked smile played at his lips as he gave your hip a parting nip and stood up, his finger still partially in you. You found it hard to breathe as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from yours as he said, “But since you’ve been on such good behavior up until recently, I think I’ll let you off with a warning, jailbait.”

He dragged his finger to your clit, enjoying the wrecked sound you made when he rubbed a circle around it before pulling away. You whimpered at the loss, though the noise was quickly swallowed by your boyfriend as he kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. His hands went to his pants, making quick work of the belt and fly, then he pulled his pants and boxers down just below his ass.

A quiet groan escaped his lips as the pressure on his erection is relieved. The sound is mimicked by you moments later when he shifted his hips forward and the head of his cock nudged against your folds.

“Judge Dredd,” You gasped, breaking the kiss to throw your head back in pleasure. His hips moved more, slowly pushing his cock into you inch by inch.

Joey kept his eyes on you, watching your face intently until he couldn’t take it anymore and dropped his head to your shoulder. He moaned into your skin as he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours. “Y/N.”

It was quiet for a handful of minutes as he let you adjust to the full feeling of his cock inside your pussy, your breaths the only thing breaking the silence. Then you were reaching a hand up to grip at his shoulder, and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please, Judge,” You whimpered. “Move.”

He inhaled sharply, then pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was inside your pussy before slamming back into you. You both moaned, so he did it again. And again. And again, until he had a rhythm going. A rhythm that was already falling apart, but neither of you noticed enough to care.

Joey grasped your hip with one hand and with the other held your free hand. You squeezed at his hand as if it were a lifeline as he pounded into you. Each thrust was rough, but perfect. Each one pulled a sound from you and had you scratching at his back. The heels of your feet dug into his ass, trying to bring him as close as possible.

Starbursts danced behind your eyelids as your orgasm pushed you over the edge and it was all you could do to not scream the apartment down. Pleasure washed through you over and over again. Joey lifted his head from your shoulder and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your wordless cries and muffling his own grunts and moans as his cock started to pulse in your wildly clenching walls. His thrusts turned erratic as he spilled his seed into you, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

As your orgasms faded, you both started to relax. Joey gave you a long, sweet kiss while his cock stopped its final twitches before pulling out. You hissed in oversensitivity and he murmured an apology. He let go of you hand in favor of grabbing your other hip and lifted you up again, pulling you into his lap as he sat back in the desk chair once more. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, your foreheads pressed together as the two of you focused on catching your breaths.

“I still have paperwork to do,” Joey said after a while.

“Do it in the morning,” You mumbled. “I’m tired.”

Your eyes were closed but you felt Joey shake his head and huff a laugh.

#lemons #dredd x reader #dredd/reader #judge dredd x reader #judge dredd/reader #dredd #a ninja writes

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Breakaway state Part 1

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - The 141 is formed, Price and Tank can't get their shit together, bad timing, things go pop and we all hate the Dr.

A/N - Shorter but wanted to get something out, this arch is gonna hit hard (at least I hope)

Warnings - Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) reader (25) Violence, Weapons war/fighting stuff basically injury, pregnancy mentions, medical stuff

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! It only spurs me on haha

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless @mentallynot-here @deadbranch @soapyghost @fluffysmiko @bangirl134 @mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake @boomtowngirl

If I've missed anyone, please let me know

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank, Luke, Dredd and Mckinley

Masterlist link here

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Kyle had belled your phone out for 2 days straight, but you didn’t know what to say to him. What could you say to him? You eventually had to answer him when his last voicemail threatened a call to your mum. Low blow Kyle.

“Hello?”

“Care to explain yourself?”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? Why did you leave? What the hell happened Tank?”

“Nothing Kyle, I just needed to head home early”

“Bullshit! I wake up Price looks like shit and I know he didn’t drink that much and your gone?Never seen Price look like that….he looked done in…what happened Tank?”

Price looked done in? He caused this, he made the call to stop whatever this was! You could feel your skin prickling now, you were getting angry.

“Kyle honestly nothing happened”

“Why are you lying to me? Was it to do with that Luke guy? Seen Price talking to him the morning you left, he didn’t look happy, he seemed a bit off with him in the pub too”

Oh god what had he said to Luke? You felt sick.

“Do you know what they were talking about?”

“Nahh couldn’t hear them…so it was to do with Luke?”

“No…well yeh Price took the funnies, saying he doesn’t know how it will work with me and him..”

“You and who? PRICE!? What?”

Shit.

“Noooo me and Luke! He doesn’t know how it will work between me and him, Luke thinks PRice is a Truck driver and I work in Logistics at the depot”

“Ohh right…oh I get what you mean now, thought you meant you and Price…”

You could hear the insinuation in his voice, Kyle wasn’t daft, but he played along for your sake.

“Anyway Ill see you soon…”

“Oh ok, il see you at base yeh?”

“Yeh, Thanks Kyle by the way don’t threaten me with calls to my mum you forget I have your mum’s number too”

“I wouldn’t have to make threats if you answers your dam phone! But you should call my mum she likes you better than me.”

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It had been 2 weeks since the weekend away an 1 week at base. You had to get it together as your little squad of three now had two new members and the base was flooded with rookies from other teams. You recognised Simon or Ghost as he went by from years back when you were still a rookie yourself that and the obvious skull mask he wore. Johnny or ‘Soap’, however was a new face to you, not a bad looking one at that but you had a feeling he knew he was good-looking. He had watched you walk in with Kyle as if weighing you up and down. You could feel his eyes on you.

You had seen little of Price mainly because you were avoiding him. But that morning you had a training exercise an easy smash and grab two teams. You and a hand full of rookies had been paired with Ghost. Soap and Kyle the same.

Price shuffled a few papers about giving a quick glance round the room avoiding your line of sight. Kyle gave you a quick look he knew something still wasn’t right.

“Today is just a simple training exercise, so we can get a feel for each other's skill set see where we are at etc. A smash an grab job I’m sure your all familiar, so let’s not waste any time and gear up any questions?” He made his way out the door, not waiting for anyone to ask any.

You all exchanged looks an followed to the gear room.

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Ghost helped you with your tact vest, checking you over.

“All sorted kid” He slapped you on the back, nearly throwing your forward. You half smiled at Kyle, who was holding in a laugh, but then you noticed his eyes flick to something behind you and his expression changed. He rolled his eyes, that wasn’t like Kyle? You turned around. You wish you hadn’t instantly. Why? Why was she here? Why had he let her come here? Price was stood with Dr O’Brian, Helen. Was he taking the piss?

He had his hand on her cheek, giving her that eye-crinkling smile that would make any woman weak.

“John…enough Ill see you later tonight for dinner”

“No worries love, I'll see you then”

He placed a kiss on her other cheek, making her blush.

“Stop it you!” She faked a slap to his chest. The Rookies all burst out into wolf whistles and cheering. You stood still, your mouth dry, heart racing, anger crawling over your body, your jaw set tight, blood rushing in your ears, were you going red? Fuck.

Ghost brought you back down to earth.

“Tank? Are you ready?”

“Ye….yes…Yes Lieutenant!” You barked, taking him by surprise. You couldn’t look at Kyle, but you knew he was looking at you. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

The Training session started, but your mind was a storm cloud. He really hadn’t waited long had he? Bet she was round the next day! He probably didn’t even mean what he had said “It didn’t mean anything,it was a one-time thing!” One time thing my arse! Dickhead! You were raging, Soaps rookies didn’t stand a chance against you. They were simply in your way, God knows where Kyle was. Ghost was egging you on in your ear he was impressed, he hadn’t expected anything less from you however, he knew what you were capable of. You ploughed through them taking each room by storm your rookies struggling to keep up. As you came to the target room you headed in taking out two more rookies instructing yours to grab the main target.

“Slow down Tank, your getting too cocksure of yourself” Price had tuned into your channel. His voice an even tone.

Fuck you, you thought.

“With all due respect Captain, I know what I’m doing done enough smash an grabs to last me a lifetime”, you almost spat down the line, you caught a rookie looking at you as if you had gone mad.

No reply back. Just silence. Good. you thought that shut him up.

As you made sure the rookies had done their part, you made for the open window of the training house it was a 2 story abseil down. Easy you had done it hundreds of times. You wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. You motioned to go first attaching yourself to the line, but as you got about 8ft from the ground the line came away causing you to plummet the rest of the drop. The white-hot pain flooded your system. The wind knocked out of you you tried to claw your way onto your front, but your right shoulder wouldn’t support you, in fact it wouldn’t even move, you glanced over only to see it hanging down level with your chest, it had been dislocated. The pain was blinding, Ghost voice was in an out of your ear.

“Tank? What the fuck happened? Did you check the line before going down it?”

The line? The Line? As if you hadn’t checked the line, Price was going to love this. Fuck.

Kyle came into view as you felt yourself being scooped up from the floor mats.

“Kyle, slowly put her arm across her waist…eyes on me love” Ghost manoeuvred you so Kyle could do as instructed, as he did you let out a gut-churning scream. You would of rather taken a bullet again than this.

“Fuck sake Kyle!!!” You could feel the slight sting of tears. How pathetic you must of looked, cradled up crying in your Leuitants arms. Through your blurry vision, you spotted Price looking almost worried, but it must of been for only a split second as when your tears fell, clearing your sight he went back to looking pissed off. It took everything in Price not to take over you were in pain, he should be the one carrying you, consoling you not Ghost, but he had to take a backseat.

“Take her to see Dr.O’Brian…” He motioned Ghost to follow him.

No anything but that, you would rather Ghost try to pop it back in, shit you would rather be shot than see her, but you were in too much pain to even speak and as Ghost carried you to the med bay you wished you had just checked the line.

*********

“Oh deary me…what’s the matter with you?” Dr. O’Brian was rolling her eyes at you like you had scrapped your knee not pulled your shoulder out of its socket completely. Ghost answered for you like it was an actual question.

“Fell out a window, well abseiled down without checking the rig line…shoulders gone POP!” He even made a hand gesture.

“What you like? Not the first time you haven’t checked the rig, is it? John told me he always has to check your strapped in right” She glanced over at Price who was standing at the foot of the cot arms folded face stern. She was still talking to you like a child, you hated her sing-song voice. John told her? You wondered what else John had told her? Or better yet what he hadn’t told her…

“Anywho going to have to ask you a few routine questions before I can administer any strong pain relief I'm afraid, Keep on the gas and air while I do then we can give you the strong stuff”

You glupped on the air, taking it deep into your lungs and nodded.

“Okie dokie…On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being low 10 being extreme how would you rate your pain?”

You flared your nostrils was she being serious? Ghost answered for you again.

“Im gonna says she at a 10 Doc”

“Very well, are you taking any other medications?”

You shook your head.

“Any antidepressants or other pain relief?”

You took another deep drag of the gas and air shaking you head again.

“Any allergies?”

“Surely this in on file, Helen?” Price sighed he knew this was being dragged out, but he didnt know for who’s benefit.

“Let me check…. oh yeh it is, ok last few questions Tank…Are you Sexually active?” The room went silent, had she really just asked that? The bitch. You quickly glanced over at Price, who was looking at the ground. She had clocked it.

“Yes” you mumbled teeth clenched around the mouthpiece.

“Ok when was the last time you had sex?” Her face was like stone now, she was fishing for something, and you knew exactly what. So fuck it you thought, you’ll bite. You pretended to count in your head. Prices ear pricked up.

“A few weeks ago, maybe 3….” you took another big gulp of air as her eyes flashed she was doing the math in her head. She knew you were at Prices 3 weeks ago. Plenty of opportunities for you and him to go at it.

Price looked at you he knew you didn't mean him, so amused you meant Luke. Which was also not true. He looked slightly affected. Good. Let him think about that. Helen was writing down some notes on your chart, probably SLAG in big red letters!

“Ok last question, any chance you could be pregnant? Need to know before we give decide on what to give you” She had scrunched her face up into a fake smile, it was hideous.

“Nope, not pregnant, so can we get my shoulder popped back in and get me some strong pain relief?” You were getting lightheaded on the gas and air now and it was becoming harder to control your temper.

“Ok If you're sure you're not pregnant, we can give you some morphine, but you're going to have to go to the adjoining base as we don't have the supplies to pop it back in.”

Your eyes widened. She really was playing you now. Even Price was looking at her in disbelief.

“Fuckin hell Doc! All that an she still has to wait for transfer? Fuck that ere I'll pop it back in myself! Price hold her legs down” Ghost moved round to your shoulder as Helen jumped up.

“DON'T YOU DARE! I won't allow that! Not in my med bay you can drag her out and pop it back in elsewhere, but not in here!”

She had stepped in front of Ghost but had her eyes on Price, he was dead if he touched you. You and Ghost exchanged looks nodding in agreement. He stepped around her, leaning forward for you to place your good arm over his shoulder.

“Easy does it love, I'll carry you over my shoulder so you can dangle your arm, might be more comfortable, I'll get this popped back in no time.”

You took one last big drag of the gas and air, it had taken full effect now, you were still in pain, but your mind was swimming as Ghost lifted you over his shoulder, the tight grip of his huge hand on your inner thigh sent a shiver up your spine. He would destroy you, the guy was a mountain, but the thought still did laps in your brain. You let out a little giggle.

“You good love?” Ghost patted your backside with his other hand. It sent a shock through your system causing another chuckle you felt tipsy.

“Ready when you are L.T.” you were still giggling to yourself. O’Brian was in utter shock. Price was pinching the bright of his nose.

“Ghost, put her down…your not popping anything back in, she's going to the main wing, I'll call for transport…” He hadn’t even looked up. He couldn’t, seeing Ghost handling you like that wound him up, but he would never admit that.

“Noooooo fuck that Ghost don't you dare put me down, I want you…no in fact I demand you to pop it back in, let's do this battlefield style!” You were getting giddy now the gas and air making you a bit loopy. Ghost chuckled, patting your backside again. He could see the anger in Price’s eyes, he was still his Captain.

“Easy Love, think we are going to have to listen to the Captain on this one, but if we are ever out on the job and it happens again I’ll gladly sort you out” His words caused a little flurry in your stomach. What the hell?

“You can wait outside, take the Gas and air with you…” Helen was fuming she slammed the canister into Price.

“Wont she be better off lay down Helen while we wait?” Price was looking at her confused. She whipped her head back round.

“John she can lay, hang, sit, god she can even dangle from anywhere else other than in here I don't care…get the transport called for her to go to the other base” she handed him your tact vest an walked off. You were still on Ghost's shoulder, but could see him looking after her his brow furrowed, his lips slightly downturned. You felt a pang of guilt, deep down you still cared for him and your being here was making things difficult for both of you. You would never be able to go back to normal as it wasn’t even normal to begin with.

*******

“I'll see you when your back love” Ghost gave your leg a quick squeeze as they loaded you into the truck.

You knew he wouldn’t, you weren't coming back. It was a shame, Kyle would be fine…eventually, but you needed a change, you couldn't keep this up. You looked to Price, your eyes only meeting for a second, but it was enough, enough to cement your decision. You had both been kidding yourselves thinking this would work you were only hurting each other so you had to be the one to cut the rope that had you both hanging.

Price watched as they hooked you up to an IV, he had so many things he had wanted to say to you, one of them being sorry.

He decided he was going to have a talk with you when you got back, he wanted you to be happy he really did, but his pride had been hurt that night he saw you with Luke and he had turned to Helen to try and get you out of his head, but it had only buried you deeper.

There had been some truth in your words ‘how would it work between you and him?’ He reminded himself he was 15 years older and maybe you were better of with Luke he was closer in age to you at 32 and Helen to him at 38, but he didn't want to accept that and you needed to talk properly. Speaking of Helen he had seen a different side to her today and it didn't sit right with him, but maybe that was because of her attitude towards you. He couldn't help it, no matter how much you appeared to hate him he still wanted you by his side…it was where you belonged. As the van pulled away, he made his plan and you made yours.

*******

“Well I look forward to you joining us Tank, Squad 8 needs someone with your skill set and Dredd has told me your one of the best”

“Thank you Sir, I look forward to meeting the rest of the squad, it will be nice to work with Dredd again me and her go way back”

“I must say it was a surprise your transfer request coming across my desk? Straight from the top didnt even need approving from Price? Im sure the 141 will be losing a valuable asset…which im more than happy to take” Captain Mckinley winked as he reached over his desk to shake your hand.

“You sure Price won't miss you?”

“No…I'm sure he’ll manage Sir”

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