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matthew-gray-gubler-lover · 6 months

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Sex With Spencer Reid All Seasons (season 14)

If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Thank you.

This will cover what I believe sex would be like with Spencer Reid from season 1 to 15. Warning contains adult situations, Sex. Dirty talk, Orgasms, Crying, Spoilers for all seasons and Spencer Reid being a sex God.

Also includes fingering and oral sex. (Female receiving only.)

These are a little bit longer than I anticipated them to be because I wanted to give a back story as to why the sex is the way that it is for each season. To give it in depth feeling of why Spencer was the way that he was in bed that season. So I will be posting them by each season rather than all at once. I hope this gives you something to look forward to, and please leave comments, I will be leaving links to the next season below.

You are a new agent at the BAU and Spencer Reid's girlfriend, the one who takes his virginity and has sex with him for all 15 seasons and beyond.

Spencer Reid knew the first time he saw you walk through the doors of the BAU that you were the one that he was going to love forever. The first time you smiled, he knew it was the only smile that he ever wanted to wake up to. The first time he touched your hand, he knew yours was the only hand he ever wanted to hold. The first time he kissed you, he knew your lips were the only ones that he ever wanted to have pressed against his own. and the first time he made love to you, he knew you were the only one he ever wanted to do this with, and he also knew he would never be the same you or his life now, his love and his only desire.

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Season 14

Your heart sunk when you found out that Spencer and Penelope had both been kidnapped. Tears streaming down your face and uncontrollable sobbing came from you. Not only had your husband, who you finally got back from prison, he was finally safe in here with you again. Have been kidnapped, but also your best friend Penelope.

The team was working tirelessly to find both Spencer and Penelope. You were so relieved to see Penelope returned to the BAU Station.

And when she told you that Spencer had sacrificed himself so that she could be safe and try to get help for him, you started crying even more as you hugged your best friend and knew that they would Find your husband. You were going to get him back through the help of Penelope Garcia.

Once Spencer was safe. You were both on the jet, clinging to each other, so happy to be together again after thinking that you were going to lose your husband once more.

You softly ran your fingers over the cuts that were on his face. His beautiful, luscious lips cut as well.

He was slightly dehydrated, tired but still as beautiful as ever.

"i was so worried" you tell him with tears falling down your face.

Spencer used his thumb to brush the tears away from your cheeks. "It's OK baby. I was scared too, believe me, I was absolutely terrified. I thought that was it for me. I survived three months in prison and then this is how I'm going to die." He explains the ordeal to you as he wraps his arm around you and hold you close to him before taking another sip of water.

"And the worst part, the very worst part of it, was that I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't get to say goodbye to you. And I was never going to see you again." he starts to cry.

The whole team is watching the two of you together, feeling the love that's coming from the two of you. They tried not to look like a bunch of looky loos as they were staring at you, but they couldn't help it. Especially JJ who had been there since the very beginning of there relationship. She watched the two of you blossom and bloom into the love story that is folding out before them.

Once the jet landed, you and Spencer went straight home, both exhausted from the horrible event that had just happened.

Once you are both inside, Spencer is on you instantly. Something that really shouldn't surprise you because you know how much love he has for you, but still, it takes your breath away.

"Are you sure you want to have sex right now Spencer? You went through an awful lot. Not that I'm complaining. I always welcome you warmly." you ask him.

Spencer laughed at your words. "I love your word play baby. You do always welcome me warmly and right now your warmth is what I need"

Before you knew it, you were laying on the bed with Spencer's head between your legs. He had you moaning his name in minutes.

It wasn't long before he gave you two orgasms just by his mouth. Then it was time for him to be inside of you. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed the warmth that only you could offer him.

The bed frame hitting the wall with two particularly hard thrusts, causing a chuckle to come from Spencer.

When morning came, you were still cuddled in his arms as he watched you sleep. He was so happy to be home, so happy to be alive, so happy to be sharing a bed with you.

you wake up, you see him looking down at you. You say good morning to him and turn over stretching. "So what are we going to do today?" You asked him.

"Well, I would really enjoy spending the day doing you. That's what I would like to do today. But you know, it's up to you if you don't want to. I understand."

"so waht you are saying is you would like to do me today?" you giggled.

"yes" spencer chuckled.

Needless to say, you did not argue and the two of you spent the whole day making love, having lunch, taking a bath together, watched a movie and then made love again.

When the next day rolled around and you had a case, you really hated to leave your apartment so did spencer, but you both knew that it was time for you to get back out there and Spencer would be OK.

Over the next few months, everything was going great. You had a case, you solved it. You came back home. Spencer was doing well. You were very happy to have your husband back When the team had to complete target practice, Luke came in beaming with pride over Spencer. "At one point, I swear he had two guns" he said.

"Who says that I didn't?" Spencer asked.

Still worried though, with every case that he would be kidnapped or harmed again, but so far, luckily, everything's been OK. That was until today's case.

When both Spencer and JJ were held hostage by a psychotic killer.

You were losing your mind, crying, begging for someone to save Spencer. You felt a strong pair of arms come from behind you and embrace you. It was Luke Alvez. He was trying to comfort you and tell you they were going to get Spencer. He was going to be OK You weren't going to lose him again.

You turn around in his embrace and cry into his chest.

After three hours, they were finally free as Spencer had killed the unsub.

You ran to Spencer when he came out of the building and hugged him, jumping up on him and wrapping your legs around his waist before kissing him, telling him how happy you were that he was alive.

Spencer was happy to see you and kissed you back, but there was something different about him, something you couldn't quite place. You would hope that he wasn't doing something wrong again, like the last time when he was going off to Mexico.

You saw that his hand was hurt and walked with him. As he went over to the medic to get his hand fixed, you noticed that he kept glancing over at JJ. You just assumed that it was because of the ordeal that they had just been through.

There seemed to be a general overall sadness within Spencer as you drove home. He still happy to be alive and to be there with you, but there was just something off. You asked him if he was OK when you got home.

And he told you yes, he was OK before picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom, a routine that is normal now. Every time something goes wrong with Spencer, he needs to feel close to you, to feel loved and protected. something you gladly gave to him.

Still, tonight was different. He didn't go down on you tonight. He instead went directly to intercourse, something that you didn't mind. You loved having Spencer inside of you. And if truth be told, you'd never let him leave if it was possible.

You notice tears in his eyes as he thrusted in and out of you slowly before he kissed your lips and whispered how much he loves you, how happy he is to be alive, how happy he is that you're his wife.

When morning came, Spencer was in the shower and you were still laying in bed. Spencer's phone went off and you looked at it to make sure that there wasn't a case that Emily needed you to come in for.

Looking at Spencer's phone is not something that you normally do, and you wish that today of all days, was not the day that you chose to look at his phone. It was a message from JJ.

"I'm sorry Spence. Please, We need to talk about it. I never should have told you that way. I never meant for you to find out. I was ready to take this to the grave with me. Please, Spence. Please call me."

You looked at this, wrapping the sheet around you're still naked body hearing that your husband was still in the shower. You read this text three times, wondering what the hell was it that she told your husband?

Is this why Spencer was so sad last night? Is this why he's acting different? What did she do? What did she say? What happened in that building?

When Spencer came out of the shower, he came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half of his body still slightly glistening from the hot water.

"You got a message from JJ" you told him, holding the phone in your hand as you gave it to him.

"is it a case?" he asked.

"no"

"well then i don't care just delete it" he told you throwing the towel on the floor and joining you back in bed.

"Is everything OK? Spence? You've been acting sad ever since we found you yesterday. You sure that you're OK?" you asked.

"yeah i'm..i'm fine, can we make love again?" he asked you.

Never one to turn down love making from Spencer Reid you agreed. He asked you if you could be on top this time. And you agreed, slowly climbing onto his lap and putting him inside of you as you slowly moved back and forth on him.

His head was up against the headboard as he looked you in the eyes and told you "I love you" before kissing you.

As he held your head in his hands, he began thrusting up into you, something that you thoroughly enjoyed. He then smoothly and gently flips the to of you over so he was on top of you.

His thrusts were a little faster than last night, but still sweet and gentle.

The next time you had a case, you could still see the distance between Spencer and JJ. You still couldn't make out what happened. You sense let go of the anger over the text message, still not knowing what it was about. But the way the Spencer made love to you, You know you're his one and only.

And JJ had gotten shot. She was in very bad shape and you thought that you were going to lose her. It wasn't until you left for the cafeteria and came back with some coffee for Spencer that you heard JJ confessing what she told him.

"I never meant for you to find out that way, Spencer. I was ready to take that secret to the grave with me. You were my first love and I will always love you. But then Will came along and.. and I got pregnant and things just got difficult. And you already were in a relationship with Y/N and I knew that I couldn't break you away from her, but that didn't stop me from trying sometimes."

"Sometimes I think about what my life would have been, what our lives would have been if it was you and me that were married and Henry was yours and Y/N was never in the picture."

You turned around and stormed down the hallway. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't even wait to hear what Spencer had to say. You got on your phone and immediately called Luke Alvez. With the thought swarming in your head that did he have sex with JJ? Did they ever have sex together? If so, you were going to retaliate by having sex with Luke.

"hey y/n how is JJ? is everything ok?" Luke asked.

"Oh yeah, fine. Just a little emotional. I've always thought of J as a sister and someone that I'd always have, but sometimes things don't work out the way you thought they would." you told him.

As soon as Luke answered the phone and you heard his voice, you knew you couldn't do this, You couldn't use Luke like that, and you couldn't hurt Spencer. No matter how much this is hurting you right now, you know that, Spencer Would never, ever cheat on you. That's not the kind of man he is. And you weren't going to be the kind of woman that cheated on your husband. So instead, you just talked to Luke for a little while, telling him that you were upset.

When Spencer left JJ's room, he saw you sitting in the hallway talking on the phone.

"i heard what she told you" you told him.

"Y/N"

"no, i just what to know two things one do you wish your life was With JJ and that Henry was yours? and two did you ever have sex with her?" You asked with venom seeping from the words.

With tears streaming down his face Spencer told you "no I never wished for a life with her and I as much as I want kids, I never wished that Henry was mine and absolutely not. I never had sex with her or any other woman. You are my first and my only. Please don't end this. Please don't leave me. I love you so much. I never did anything wrong. I swear I never cheated. I never would and I never will."

You pulled him in by his tie and kissed him before telling him. "Then we'll just forget about this. It never happened, OK? It's just you and me and that's all that's ever been."

when you went back to the station you asked emily if you and spencer could have the rest of the day off she agreed and you both went home.

When you got home, you started taking your clothes off and asked Spencer "why are you still dressed. I need you. I need my husband. I need you inside of me right now."

Never want to make you wait, Spencer quickly stripped before carrying you into the bedroom. "Are you sure that you still want to do this? That you still love me? You know that I never cheated on you right?"

"Of course I do. I know that I'm the only one that you've ever had sex with, ever made love to, Probably ever kissed. And right now, I want to feel you in the way that only I get to. Please Spencer, please Make Love to me."

Spencer was inside of you before you knew it. You swallowed him whole, welcoming him into your warmth. He laced your fingers together and thrusted slowly, sometimes stopping just so that he could feel how good it feels to be inside of you. You loved it every time he stopped, because he would make sure that he pushed right against the best spot.

"So warm. Feels so good. I'm so glad that I have you. I love you so much." He moaned out, each word being punctuated by a kiss to your lips.

He made love to you for at least two hours that night, and if it were possible, you two wouldn't have separated In fact, you didn't when you both came, he stayed inside of you for at least 10 minutes, not wanting to disconnect from you. You both were so in love and didn't ever want to be separated again But unfortunately you had a case and you had to leave the comfort of your bed to go catch another killer.

#spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #dr reid #reid #spencer reid smut

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 2 months

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maggot newt pulsifer: the draw battle recap

The maggots asked and the maggots shall receive. Helloo it's the Good Omens Mascot and the uh Maggot Prince (...) anyway it's Asmi and as many of you now know, we have a Discord server. It is called The Official Maggots Server of Doom.

So far, it has lived up to its name, with discussions of whether human flesh is healthy food if locally sourced and consensual, tears about good omens, gartic phone horrors and the infamous Draw Battle Team of Valerie and Coel. If you don't have Discord or weren't there, never fear! That last Incident is the one I am here to recount to you. We all know I love summaries.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

Coel @dieamarjla: The Newt Puslifer Maggot, whose phone hanged, nearly burned up, closed several tabs and then gave up on him entirely Valerie @good-usernames-were-taken: His unfortunate teammate I, Asmi @weirdly-specific-but-ok: Their gleeful opponent Vanny @lxvenderjewel: My equally gleeful teammate Vel @orpiknight: Sane person cameo, joined next game Jay @voids-ideas: Joined next game Tefi @patoslover: Gleeful spectator cameo

And so we begin... with the snippets from the Discord channel as the game went on. A lot has been edited out, but rest assured, you are receiving the delicious necessities.

Valerie: GUYS IT'S STARTING Coel: its so over Valerie: COSL PLEASE DRAW Valerie: COEL Valerie: HELLO IM ON YOUR TEAM Coel: oh dear god Coel: im on phone lmao my fingers Valerie: COEL GET BACK HERE Valerie: GUESS Valerie: COEL DONT LEAVE ME KN MY OWN LIKE THIS

Valerie: NO COEL HAS FUCKING VANISHED Coel: wait wbat??

[continues below cut :")]

Coel: gonna vanish from discord cos my phone keeps refreshing my tab Valerie: coel I'm not on your team next time Coel: fair fair idk what im doi g sob Valerie: COEL GUESS Valerie: GUESS COEL Valerie: YOU WRITE WHAT YOU THINK IT IS Coel: I CANT SEE THE THING Valerie: WHAT Coel: MY TAB Valerie: OKAY COEL GET READY Valerie: WE CAN DO THIS Valerie: LETS SHOW THEM Coel: my tab is fucking frozen its stucm on round 3 Valerie: OH MY GOD Coel: im sorry ghfjgngnf Valerie: I GUESSED IT PURELY BASED ON WORD LENGTH Vel: What is happening right now. Coel: i dont know :sobbing Valerie: IM SORRY COEL

Vanny: FUCK Asmi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Valerie: WHOS THE SUCKER NOW Vanny: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS Vanny: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT COEL Valerie: WTF Asmi: WE ARE FAILURES OF THE LOWEST ORDER Vanny: FUCK SORRY Asmi: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY Valerie: WHOEVER IS PLAYING FOR COEL HIGH FUCKING FIVE Asmi: WE CAN'T LOSE TO VALERIE Valerie: TF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN Valerie: COEL?!?? Coel: link pls it crashed Coel: my phone is having seizures Coel: ghghgjgjgjk Coel: after this ill keep out of the games lmao Valerie: COEL the word is cheeks Valerie: or cheeks Coel: i cant get in bro the link just doesnt open tho theres nothing wrong w it Coel: aaaaaa

[Finally new game is initiated, Vel, terrified, agrees to join, Jay is hesitant] Jay: How much English do I need? HAHAHA Asmi: NONE IF YOU'RE PLAYING AGAINST VALERIE AND COEL IM SO HAPPY Jay: I know how to read them, write them? Idk HAHAHAHAHA Valerie: THATS A STEP UP !! Valerie: no offense coel Valerie: your were brilliant Valerie: your phone have exploded though Coel: yeah it's uncomfy warm now lmaoo Vanny: WAIT IS COEL JOINING Coel: no Valerie: HELP Coel: im literally Newton Pulsifer tonight

And a bonus...

Also, let's go back a bit to what led to this post in the first place, thanks @good-usernames-were-taken... thanks... :")

Vel: oooh we're doing a drawing game Asmi: WELL KIND OF IT'S MORE LAUGHING AT VALERIE GAME Valerie: PLEASE Valerie: SHUT UP Asmi: THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES GOOD GOD Tefi: Poor valerie Vanny: I'M LAUGHING SO HAD Valerie: YOU BETTER NOT MAKE A POST ABOUT THIS ON TUMBLR SHAMING ME

...wHaT cAn i sAy eXcEPt yOu'Re wElcOmE, vAlEriE?

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #good omens #newt pulsifer #maggots #now with a discord server #the official maggots server of doom #draw battle #disappointment the main maggot #is very pleased

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irritable-bowel-showdown · 11 months

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Welcome one and all to the Irritable Bowel Showdown (or IBS)

Does your favorite character spend too much time sobbing on the toilet? Do they go through the entire roll, or conversely, not nearly enough of it?? Are they the unfortunate and frequent victim of an Ominous Rumbly Tummy Ache??? Do they just give off those vibes????

Then this is the tournament for you!!! We’re here to find who has the most bathroom trouble energy!!! (Submission link and rules below)

Rules and regulations:

Submit as many characters as you’d like, but please do not submit the same character multiple times (convincing others to submit them is encouraged though)

You can absolutely submit characters just off of vibes!!! However, having actual canon gastrointestinal issues is an easy ticket into the tournament.

EDIT: okay so the “instant admission” clause was a little bold of me, especially because “GI issues” is sort of vague, but I will still try my best to give characters with canon bowel issues priority!!!

Fictional characters only (I could be convinced to accept a real person if it’s funny, but don’t bet on it)

I will not be accepting Harry Potter characters. Otherwise, I don’t have any other rules on fandoms as of right now, and I plan to be pretty loose (hehe) with submissions.

However, I reserve the right to include or exclude characters as I see fit.

I’m unsure how many characters will participate or how seeding will happen, but I will figure it out once submissions close.

In case it is not clear, there will be dumb bathroom humor involved. Nothing super gross or graphic though, please.

Finally, please be kind, both to myself and to your fellow participants :)

Submission link:

(EDIT: I know the “yes” option for canon GI issues in the form says “instant admission”, but depending on submission volume and justifications I may not actually be able to promise that. Sorry!! I’ll still try my best though, thank you for your understanding!)

Submissions will be open until June 29, 4pm UTC (subject to change)

Tags:

Poll tag: #irritable bowel showdown

Asks tag: #ibs qna

Propaganda tag: #plopaganda

Other tournament reblog tag: #other polls

Liveblogging reading propaganda: #submission liveblog

Stuff not related to the tournament: #not a poll

…and more to be added if necessary. Feel free to blacklist/whitelist as needed!

That’s it! See you all in the ring!! Or the stall!!! Whatever!!!!

#tournament poll #character poll #polls #ibs #irritable bowel showdown

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stars-and-inkpots · 6 months

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Reverence (PT. 2) | Gale x Reader | (18+)

You take the opportunity to show Gale just how beautiful he is, and you have the perfect way to make sure he understands it.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Notes: Part 2 is finally here! Tags are gonna be under the read more as they're nsfw. I was very nervous about posting this, but I've decided to push myself out of my comfort zone finally

Part 1

Ao3 Link: Reverence

Word Count: 1,103

Tags: Praise kink, bottom/sub Gale, edging, oral sex, hand jobs, come swallowing

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This time, when you move back up to kiss Gale, you let him lean into the kiss. As you push your tongue into his mouth, you return your hands to his hips.

“You going to be good and let me take care of you?” You whisper when you part, before pressing a kiss just below his jaw. He nods. “You have to use your words, my love. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” he answers breathlessly. “Yes, I’ll be good. I promise, just please-” His words dissolve into a moan as you roll your hips against him.

“Good boy.”

His eyes are closed and he’s holding the sheets beside him so tightly it’s a marvel he hasn’t torn through them. You have the sudden desire to make sure he’s an incoherent mess by the time you’re finished with him.

Your fingers tug at the waistband of his underwear while you kiss across his stomach. You hear his breath catch in his throat when you begin to pull them down. He lifts his hips to let you pull them off completely. He’s achingly hard already, but you make a point of not touching him yet, not where he wants you to. Instead, you kiss the newly revealed skin, leaving more marks across his upper thighs. Within a minute, he’s practically whimpering.

“Patience,” you chide when his hips move in a desperate attempt for some sort of contact. You watch as his hands flex, clearly wanting to touch you but waiting for permission to move. He’s always so quick to submit to you so completely. You smile and lean up to kiss him again.

“Please,” Gale whines when you part. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

“So good,” you answer, a hand reaching up to brush through his hair, deceptively gentle. The sound that falls from his lips when your grip on his hair tightens and you pull slightly is intoxicating. It’s only rivalled by the moan that tumbles out of him soon after when you finally take his cock in your other hand. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty and obedient, just for me.” There’s a possessiveness in your tone that sends a renewed warmth through Gale’s cheeks.

“Only for you,” he breathes. “Always for you.”

You hum your approval.

Each twist of your wrist pulls a shaky moan from him. You know him enough by now to know when he’s close. And just before he can fall over that edge, you stop.

He whines, but he doesn’t object; he needs to be good for you, and good boys don’t complain.

“Good job,” you praise, watching him shiver. You resume your movements, slower this time. You keep whispering compliments in between kisses up the side of his neck. One of his hands grabs the fabric of the back of your shirt as his back arches. Despite his best efforts, it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his hips still. His moans get breathier, but you stop again just before he can find release. The sound he makes is dizzying.

“Gods, you’re so gorgeous,” you say, leaning back to really look at him. His face is flushed, his chest heaving. There are tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, but he’s staring up at you like you’re everything. “Just one more, I promise. Can you do that for me?” You ask, hand leaving his hair to rest against his cheek.

Gale nods. “I can do it. I’ll be good.”

Your hand starts moving again, just as slowly, but it doesn’t take long before he’s back at that precipice again. This time when you stop, he cries out, a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan.

“My love, you’ve done so well for me. You’ve done such a good job. You’re so pretty when you’re like this. Don’t you think so?” This time, he doesn’t hesitate to agree with you. “Do you want to keep going?” You ask, reaching for his hand to lace your fingers together for a moment.

“Yes. Yes, more than anything. I need you. However you will give it to me, I will take it.” He’s surprisingly lucid when he says this.

You smile before you lean forward to kiss him, softly at first, but then it deepens and reignites the fire between you two.

Finally rewarding his patience, you finally move yourself down to lay between his legs and take his cock into your mouth. It takes a lot of effort for him to keep himself from bucking his hips up. You knead his thighs while you take him deeper. It’s no easy feat, but Gale isn’t the only one with a practised tongue. You guide one of his hands to your head. He cards his fingers through your hair once, holds it lightly in his hand, but he doesn’t push. You pull off of him for a moment to speak.

“Go ahead, use me, my love. You’ve been so good, you deserve it.” You hear him moan breathily above you, and you feel the muscles in his thighs flex beneath your hands while his grip on your hair tightens. With your permission now, he slowly takes control of your movements, pushing and pulling you along his cock.

It doesn’t take long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth, chasing the release you’re finally allowing him. You look up at him through half-lidded eyes, tears falling freely down flushed cheeks. The sight of you taking him like this is enough to push him over the edge. You feel his muscles tense, and with a final, stuttering thrust he’s spilling into your mouth, chanting your name like a prayer. You dutifully swallow all he has to offer.

When you finally pull off of him, he’s reaching to drag you back up to kiss him, a long and slow, heady kiss.

“Thank you,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You feel a sort of pride at the fact that his voice is a little hoarse.

“You deserve it, my beautiful, handsome wizard.” You kiss him again, softer this time.

“I can return the favour, just give me a moment.”

“Not yet,” you say with a smile. “Tonight isn’t about me. How about a bath first instead?” Gale only looks at you, completely enamoured for a moment before answering.

“I love you. So much. You’re so good to me.” The moment is surprisingly soft considering the events only minutes ago, but it is not an unwelcome change.

“I love you too,” you return, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Now, is that a yes to the bath?”

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

#gale dekarios #baldurs gate x reader #x reader fic #gale x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate 3

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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NETEYAM X HUMAN READER

A/N: potential spoilers down below for those who have not watched ATWOW

Spoilers in the ending where I put an A/N so do not read that please

ALSO THIS ISNT REALLY A SCENE FROM THE MOVIE SO PLEASE DONT HATE

A/N: I'm still knew at putting links in but this is part 2 if anyone has tips on how to use tumblr that would be great

You may NOT copy this, with or without my permission.

Summary: Y/N grew up with Jake and Neytiri's children as her parents were killed during the first war. She was the same age as Neteyam. They grew up together. They both harbored feelings for each other, but they both knew they couldn't be together due to them being different species.

I was the only one who knew how Kiri felt. Everyone would call her a freak, and I was a human who didn't belong here. Yet, somehow, the family showed me that it is okay to be different, that I was no outsider to them.

Night had fallen as I was with Neteyam. We both spoke on our feelings to each other, but we could never act on them. I was human. He was Na'Vi, who was destined to Mate with the next Tsahik. He was to be the next Olo'eyktan, and I would be just a regular human.

"What are you thinking about?" Neteyam asked, as I was unusually quiet.

"Nothing." I lied.

I stared at the stars above us as we were riding on his Ikran. It was rare for us to ever be alone, as I was always with Kiri, learning how to heal from her and Mo'at.

"You're lying." I sighed, he didn't even have to see my expression to know I'm lying.

"I don't want to ruin the moment Nete." I rest my head against his back, as I heard him let out a sigh.

My arms circled around his body, I was smaller than him, as he was an alien, who would grow to be ten feet tall.

"We're going to be having this discussion sooner or later by my parents." I squeezed my eyes shut as I buried my face deeper into his back.

"I know, I know Nete. But can we just have this moment?" He huffs in response as I scoot closer so my legs entangled with his as he pats his hand on my thigh.

"Fine, but we are talking about this whether you like it or not." I stayed silent, I know it'd be impossible to run away from this no matter how much I want to.

I lift my head so I was resting my chin on his shoulder, our cheeks touching.

Neteyam's ikran starts to fly down as we were heading towards the forest.

"Nete, where are you taking us?" He didn't respond as he stared down.

I let Neteyam take my hand as we walked together in silence.

"Neteyam?" I called out, but still no response.

He finally stopped as we were at the Kasvapan River. The water glowed different colors, as I saw some fan lizards and I tapped one, I stared in awe as they started to spin in circles in the air.

"Why are we here Nete?" I asked, as he sat on a rock, his feet resting in the water, his head hung low.

"I want you to be my Tsahik." I gasped.

"Nete you know-" He cuts me off.

"I know that you are human, I am a freak." I slapped his shoulder lightly.

"You are not a freak Nete, you are beautiful. The way you care for your people, you are kind. You are brave, I love you, Neteyam. You will find the perfect woman to be your Tsahik." I spoke sadly, I was kneeling beside him on the same rock.

"That's the thing Y/N!" He growled in frustration, his eyes tearing up just the slightest bit.

"Nete." I grabbed his face, my fingers barely able to fit under his chin.

"Neteyam, look at me." I demand softly, his yellow cat-like eyes stare back at me.

"Eywa will find you a better Tsahik. You will be a great leader, you will fall in love and find the perfect mate. Even if it is not me." Neteyam started to cry, as well as I do.

"I see you, Neteyam. Forever you will be in my heart." Neteyam's shoulders started to shake as he continued to sob into my shoulder.

"Why does this have to be so hard?" I continued to rub his back as I hug the Na'Vi.

I too started to cry.

"I don't know Nete. But we will heal in time." My body was hidden by the blue wounded Na'Vi as we both cried.

"I love you, Y/N." I wish I didn't have to wear this stupid mask, I want to be able to kiss him, but we will never got to kiss.

"I love you, Neteyam."

3rd P.O.V

It was the next day as Neteyam and Y/N barely spoke a word to each other. Everyone in the tribe found it odd that the two best friends were nowhere to be seen together. They were always attached at the hip, or one would be flirting, and the other would be flustered. Y/N was with Kiri as she was trying to get her mind off of last night.

"You're quiet today Y/N. Did Neteyam say something to you?" Y/N bites the inside of her cheek.

"We were talking about the future. We're both hurting right now." Y/n whispered. Kiri was her girl best friend, she would go to Kiri sometimes for advice about Neteyam, or in general to talk and hangout.

"He's eighteen now, soon he will be the Olo'teykan. He will find the perfect Tsahik, and I will be y/n. The helpless little human who fell for a Na'Vi." I let out an angry huff.

"You are not helpless. Believe me, I understand." I sighed. Shutting my eyes tightly.

"I love him, kiri. I don't know what to do." I sobbed. The young Na'Vi throws me into her arms as I sobbed.

"We will figure it out." She promised.

Kiri and y/n went silent as they continued to make medicine. Neteyam had announced earlier today that him and his brother were going on a mission.

"They're back!" Tuk announced, causing Y/N to be the first one to rush out of the little home.

"What happened?" Y/n gasped as she rushed to Jake, who was holding Neteyam.

"I'm fine." Neteyam grunted.

Y/N pursed her lips as she stared at Neteyam. He had a wound on his chest and his head was bleeding.

"Sit." She demanded the boy.

He complies as she continues to ramble in Na'Vi, as if she were Neytiri, as his mother would pace out of habit.

"I'm fine y/n." Jake slapped his oldest son upside the head.

"You need to be taken care of." Y/n and Neteyam have not said a word to each other. Jake even noticed the slight tension between them.

"What's going on between you two lately? You're usually running around or doing something." The two continued to stay silent as y/n tended to the slightly wounded boy.

"It's for the best, sir." Neteyam was the first to speak.

"For the best?" Jake stayed silent for a moment, then he realized. They were falling for each other.

"He's the next clan leader, I'm a human." Y/n spoke, Neteyam, let's out hiss when she dabbed on his cut too harshly.

Neteyam knew she was getting worked up over the topic, as he placed a hand on her waist to calm her nerves.

Jake noticed the silent exchange. He felt bad for the two teenagers, if only it were easy.

"I mean, we can't even kiss because one of us would die from the toxic air that kills humans. I feel like Eywa has cursed me to fall in love with your son, only for me to never be able to be with him. I feel like this is her revenge because of what the humans have done before I was born." Y/n rambles, finally getting something she's always wanted to say off her chest.

The three grew silent, not knowing what to say to her strong outburst.

"Eywa does not give revenge." A woman's voice appears, as she realizes it was Neytiri.

"Then why has she given me a broken heart?" She continues to stare at Neteyam.

"I mean, I can't be with him. We can't be together we're different species. I don't have an avatar that I could transfer my soul into. It was just best that I stayed away from him!" Y/n stops as she let's out a few sobs as she runs out of the home tree.

Jake ran after her. She ended up sitting high up in the tree as she cried in her legs, hugging them closer towards her small body.

She felt a presence behind her, but she continues to sob. Jake sits down in front of her. She hugs herself tighter as she shakes her head in her knees.

"I know this is hard, believe me. Things will get better." Y/n scoffs in response.

"He's the next clan leader, Jake. He is destined to be a leader, I'm just a small human who will just put you all in more danger. I don't belong here. It would be best if I just stayed away from your son. Just until our hearts won't ache anymore." Jake runs his hand over his face.

The girl stopped sobbing, her eyes puffy her eyes were blood shot from all the tears.

"It's for the best for now, Jake." She climbs down the tree with ease, Neteyam taught her how to climb when they were in the forest one day and wanted to race. She didn't know how so that day the siblings taught her how to climb.

A/N: I Was thinking about a part w where she was with the sully when they get kidnapped and that she was the one to get kidnapped and not spider and she gets shot instead? Idk lmk what you think.

#avatar #neteyam x oc #neteyam x reader #kiri sully #jake sully #neytiri #tumblr fyp #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #james cameron

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journalsouppe · 2 months

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I started and beat this within like 4 days in July 2023, and I just completely forgot to take photos of this spread T-T.

BUT I loved Tunic so much, one of my all time favorite games I've ever played. If this was a Zelda game, it might've been my favorite Zelda game. This was only beat out by Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice bc my aa brainrot is that bad hfjdkal.

All of the stickers come with ordering the physical version of the game on fangamer!! There's also a freebie fox sticker I got from TheLittleBirdeeCo thats below keep reading.

My writing is typed below as well as my game notes. I will not type out my game notes and I also don't recommend looking at them unless you have played the game.

Game notes^ Plus a little blurb after rewatching a playthrough that I won't type out either since these are more just for fun.

Rating: 9.5 Played: Su 2023 Port: Nintendo Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments

similar opening to links awakening

the start screen is gorgeous

THE POT SHARDS ARE MOVEABLE - i love the clay feel

tons of hidden paths and secrets

oooo you find the instruction booklet in the game

I KILLED MYSELF?

GIANT SKELETON SHOPKEEPER SCARED ME T-T he's chill tho

oooo you can hear the wind chimes

LOVE the mechanics of the draw bridge

what are the small tuner/bells for

i am apparently really good at finding hidden chests

i love that the fairies are stone versions of the oot/mm fairies

ENEMIES CAN FOLLOW YOU INTO NEW ROOMS?

it's hard to get acclimated since I'm so used to 2d zelda strategies and patterns

the statues of the hero perfectly encapsulate my view of oot link, i really love the design

the garden boss is hard T-T

the bell towers are so pretty

THE POTIONS REGENERATE? WISH I KNEW THAT

the west garden is so pretty omg

I FINALLY DID IT T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-

IM SO TINY T^T

idrk what to do at the heros grave

the librarian fight reminds me of the links awakening nightmare fight

frogs domain music reminds me of the forest temple

A GUN?

who am i?

why is the cathedral filled with ... me?

the boss rush was fun but hard

I DONT LIKE THAT ELEVATOR WHERE DID THE CRUCIFIED THING GO

i don't think there's a set order to do "dungeons" so i'm not locked to doing only the siege engine

i thought cat man was pissing

why do i have the power to activate the boxes?

librarian's ghost?

COLOR CHANGE?

was the heir me?

Game Notes:

beautiful 3D animation and modeling - very pleasing

wide attacking range - don't just attack straight forward

incredible environmental design and path making

two endings - exploration and collection for good end

diverse attack patterns and learning curve + boss rush

Summary

What a phenomenal game. I loved playing this game so much. It was challenging and I wasn't used to the souls mechanics, but I learned fast and had so much fun fighting the bosses. I love the two endings. The Bad where you replace your former self as the heir, continuing the cruel cycle. The Good where you free the Heir and find out it's you, older, someone who is no longer stuck in the cycle, and you get to be friends together. The music is absolutely gorgeous. I listened to it while falling asleep and was just sobbing from it. I love how mysterious the lore is and how everything still hasn't been answered. I love the designs of the environments and enemies and how the game can go from nice and serene to dark and creepy. I loved how this game was a perfect blend of 2D zelda plus monument valley plus a souls game, it forced me to think outside of the box and use my journal to takes notes on all the little secrets and surprises. I can def see myself play this game again, it's such a charming game that has a lot of nostalgia despite being a fairly new game. I am so happy I bought the deluxe edition, I truly cherish this game so much and love the stickers and artbooks I received. I highly recommend this game to anyone, it is such an incredible journey to go through. I'm gonna be spending a lot of time watching and reading about the lore and digging deeper into this game. Truly what a phenomenal game with such a cute yet tragic main character, ough i love tunic.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #tunic #tunic game

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obeymycok · 2 years

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MC’s Demon Form - Belphegor

Just to be clear, MC can use all their forms. This is just the one that the brothers first saw MC in. If you haven’t read the setup for these headcanons, as well as the pact headcanons that explain what’s happening here, I strongly recommend you do so (they will be linked below) Otherwise, on with the reactions!

EVERYONE IN THE TAGLIST: Please let me know in the comments if you would like to be on my general taglist as well for everything I write, thank you!

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @waldeinsamkeit600 @simpinginthecorner @xxgenderenvyxx @q-ueue

Pact Headcanons Setup

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“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

Belphegor...

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Lucifer

What?

That’s not what he expected

Obviously upset it’s not him, but doesn’t hold a grudge when he finds out you have a form for every demon

Please do not let Belphegor’s sin stop you from keeping up with training and RAD homework

Mammon

“OI! I’m yer first man, you should be using ME as your protector!”

He’s salty but show off your greed form for a bit and he’ll be fine

Willing to give piggy back rides if you’re tired

Let your first man do his duties dammit!

Leviathan

Obviously jealous, but he’s happy for Belphie

If anyone knows insecurity, it’s Levi and he knows Belphie still feels insecure about his relationship with you after what happened in the attic

Avatar of Envy pushes his jealousy aside to be happy for his lil bro

Let's you sleep on his Ruri-chan body pillow

Satan

Hopefully another menace to join the Anti Lucifer League

Seriously though, he’s very happy for Belphie

If he doesn’t already, he’ll read to you when you wanna nap or just don’t feel like doing anything

Once again, craves watching you tear some shit up

Asmodeus

He just thinks you’re absolutely adorable💖🥺

Wants to take you shopping so you guys can get matching silk bed sets

He’s actually rather calm about the whole thing compared to every other reaction of his

Guess even the narcissist can be truly happy for his baby brother

Beelzebub

He’s so happy he’s literally sobbing, not even getting words out, choking on air type shit

He just grabs the both of you and does not let go

Once he stops sobbing he literally turns into an excited Mammon

“I’ll pick up some Super Spicy Newt Chips and all the ingredients to make Belphie’s favorite soup and maybe even some sushi...OH MC could we maybe get some human world cheeseburgers before we leave I’ll buy enough for everyone🥺👉👈”

Belphegor

He’s frozen in place trembling as the tears pour down

Even after he....you still...you...he just can’t believe you’d want anything to do with him let alone his demon form and using his magic to protect yourself

“S-s-stupid h-hu-man...” and he breaks down as Beel and you hugged him for dear life

The Attic Sandwich Club needs to have an emergency session ASAP

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And the series is finished! Thank you to everyone who read all the parts and definitely lmk if you want more of this type of stuff and feel free to send ideas/requests! All parts will be tagged in my masterlist and the Setup post at the top :)

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malum-af-cth · 9 months

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favorites of all time!

way way way back when i set up a spam account so i could send myself things i wanted to read later. essentially turning that chat into my TBR. i have sorted through them & i think the first thing to do with this rebrand is to give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. below you will find a list of my favorite reads with their writers & a smol why for it making the list. these are in no particular order. please enjoy!

*this list is 18+. Minors do not interact!*

list below the cut.

*most of these fics either are smut or contain some through slow burn structure. Please read each author's warnings for them before you engage. *

from the last 7 years, i have chosen 20 fics that i LOVE. here we go.

from @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog we have a story i remember getting me excited about what kind of writing could be on tblr. "the arrangement" a lost love fic. 9 parts of love & angst.

2. @sis-tafics out here with a sweet sweet physical innocence trope with the hottie dean winchester. "our little secret"

3. @hrina wrote such a beautiful H. Styles fic about his character in dunkirk. "Il Ritorno" is the first part of 3 fics. i love the little coming home to a new place & new people plot.

4. @supernatural-jackles is the author of one of the only fics to make me cry. "hey handsome" i remember reading this sobbing because i felt the emotions written into this SO deeply. I reached out to them & let them know how much i loved it. & i still love it so to this day.

5. @winchest09 is adding our first dark fic to this list. the slow burn on this one is so so so so good. i found this one a long long time ago & i would say it is one of the first fics that got me to explore the mafia verse "life for rent"

6. @negans-lucille-tblr is giving us another spoicy series up in here & it even has a sequal!!!!! (look down one) the ultimate D/s winchester series. it's oh so good! "you've got me beggin"

7. & for the sequel "Mercy" this series is so good i have re-read both 2-3 times. it felt like crack the first read on both of these lol.

8. oh oh oh okay! this next. one from @pink1031 is probably one of my absolute favorite stucky series. "our best girl" was the fic that sent me down a rabbit hole of stucky fics. i was addicted after this one.

9. @pink1031 is back at it again with the ONE fic on this list i know i have read a minimum of 6 times. it is THAT good. "dirty little secret" was so scandalous and sexy. a J2 fic that had me coming back for more all the time. my escapism really shined with this one.

10. i remember finding "lemon drop" by @impala-dreamer i love the dynamic written here between Sam Winchester x the reader. the intimacy in this one-shot is beautiful. this is something i wish i could have at the end of my days or when i feel like the world is too heavy. i felt seen through this fic.

11. @tuiccim 's style of writing is something i adore & admire. I fell in love through "almost had me believing it" it is truly a work of art. I was immersed into this undercover mission with my man BUCKY BARNES.

12. oh & another from @tuiccim with "Terrigenisis" this is such a good poly-stucky fic. the way it was written felt like it could have been canon.

13. WOAH now! this next one written by @world-of-aus is ICONIC. the universe that is "starkhub" is just so delectable. i remember when it was being published in the beginning i was like a dog with a bone. i will never get enough. I can't wait to see where else it gets taken.

14. this next one is quite possibly one of my favorite mob fics. I have linked the first installment of these lovely smutty stucky fics. "tell me what you want" is the first step into such a delicious universe. thank you @angrythingstarlight for all you write.

15. an absolute banger from @sagechanoafterdark with "codename: Lazarus". i can't exclaim loud enough how good this one is. it had me on the edge of my seat. so dynamic. the order in which you read the parts for this one changes the perspective. don't worry they have put an excellent order at the bottom of the masterlist. :)

16. @avintagekiss24 i wanna start out by saying that I love the space you have created with your blog. when i found "lay me down in the tall-green grass" i thought i found fanfic heaven. i will cherish it always. i kept coming back to this one-shot to relive it as much as possible.

17. i've been thinking about "stained like georgia clay" by @georgiapeach30513 a lot lately. i remember binge-reading it & soaking up every droplet of goodness i could. ;) & that thunderstorm scene 🥵. i'll leave you with that...

18. here lies the "howling comandos tattoo au" that altered my brain chemistry just a little. @navybrat817 stole my heart long before this one dropped. however, this au had me sitting patiently waiting with my hands folded.... um no i was mentally ON MY KNEES.

19. i can confidently say that @georgiapeach30513 's "you were the one" is my favorite Lloyd hansen series ever. i crave a fics that are this good. it all started from a one-shot & then i found out a prequel was being written to it & i screamed in excitement.

20. A quality fic that i have had actual dreams about in the past. comes from @themhoodgirlz . for my 5sos girlies out there "close" tingles my brain in the right ways. i reminisce about the dynamic these two have. years ago when i was a BIG 5sos stan i lowkey hoped & dreamed for that to be me lol.

alright, alright, alright. that concludes my first rec list. I want to thank all of these amazing, amazing authors who have shared their skills & talents with the world. your works have given me sweet escapes, brightened my days, & expanded my love for all of the characters & ppl you write for. <3 all my love,

prynne

#fic rec #marvel #supernatural #5 seconds of summer #stucky #the grey man #llyod hansen #jensen ackles #dean winchester #sam winchester #captian america #the winter soldier #i wish queue well #calumhood

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lyly04s · 4 months

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You’re losing me (Leon Kennedy x reader)

Part 2 to tolerate it (link below)

(Again very very sad)

“You say I don’t understand and I say I know you don’t”

He didn’t want to talk about it “answer me please” tears still in her eyes “just fucking say anything!” She screamed. “I-I don’t understand” he said “I know you don’t” she got up before walking to there bedroom. She laid down on there shared bed for hours but he never came in. She sobbed she wanted them to be like how they used to when she was happy it hadn’t been the same since they got engaged he refused to even make plans for there wedding.

“I’m getting tired even for a phoenix always rising from the ashes”

She didn’t make dinner the next night. She didn’t clean. She simply sat on the couch with a bottle of wine and watched whatever sitcom was on. He walked in expecting dinner and a clean house but no there was none of that she truly was sick of his shit. “You didn’t cook?” He asked confused. “No didn’t feel like it” she responded before taking a sip of wine. “I’m hungry though” he said. “Then make your own damn food I’m tired” she said not even looking at him.

“How can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying?”

She laid in bed she felt his side of the bed dip with his weight he still wouldn’t hold her. She knew the second he put his arms around her she would give up the cold act but he wouldn’t do it he was to proud to apologize. She truly felt like she was dying she knew there love was dying she rolled onto her side and silently cried into her pillow. She felt him shift slightly closer to her still not close enough to touch her but closer than he’s been recently.

“And the air is thick with loss and indecision I know my pain is such an imposition”

He truly was losing her. He would never admit it but he felt terrible he had pushed her this far. She hadn’t cooked in a week there was no groceries in the house. The house was messy she also hadn’t cleaned. He wanted to hug her, kiss her and beg on his knees for her. He couldn’t take seeing her so sad but he couldn’t push himself to apologize he had to much pride to big of an ego.

“And I wouldn’t marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her”

He came home the next night to see she had made him dinner she was wearing something besides sweatpants for the first time in weeks he sat down at the table “I want to say sorry for exploding on you that night I understand that you’re busy” she was apologizing to him? He thought it should be the other way around but he would take the apology “it’s ok I promise” he said before he started eating. In reality she only apologized so they would stop ignoring each other she knew he would never do it he could never let his ego go. She hated herself for forcing herself to apologize to him when she’s the one who deserved an apology but she couldn’t lose him no he was all she had now.

“And I’m fading thinking do something babe say something”

He still wouldn’t hold her still wouldn’t kiss her still wouldn’t make love to her she felt like they were going in a circle “am I not enough for you?” She asked him one night he wouldn’t answer the question she wanted to scream at him again but it ended badly last time she really was trapped in a loveless relationship. It was awful she hated herself for this she blamed herself.

“You’re losing me”

#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #youre losing me

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indigosunsetao3 · 2 months

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Would It Be Enough?

Chapter 17 - Infiltration (TW brief SA)

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Rated E - Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Original FMC 11.8k words - AO3 Link

Emma sat in the silence of the room listening to her own breathing as she attempted to calm herself. She concentrated hard on her breaths to get them back to a somewhat normal pace, shutting her eyes and counting until she no longer felt like she was going to pass out. Opening her eyes again, which didn’t make much of a difference since the room was pitch black, she wriggled around a bit in the chair. She was firmly locked in; nothing had come loose in her flailing and she hissed as the wound on her shoulder blade and back rubbed against the hard wood. Her shifting had also lodged some of the water loose under her which steadily dripped to the drain below her.

Her whole body was shivering in her seat, whether it was from the fact it was cold in the room and she was soaking wet or because of the adrenaline she wasn’t sure. It was more than likely a combination of both. With nothing else to do but sit and wait Emma attempted to relax, to let her body work through the shivering and allow it to calm itself down. She had no way out of the chair, let alone the room, so she needed to conserve her energy for whatever was coming next. Despite Crane taunting the 141 with a four-hour deadline Emma knew they couldn’t get to her that quickly, and the team would know it as well, it was just another form of torture for all of them.

She shifted in the seat a bit to let her head loll to one side, her eyes staring into the nothingness of the dark in front of her. The door to this room was thick and heavy enough that no light came in around the edges and she couldn’t hear any conversation outside. The longer the silence droned on, aside from the dripping, the more Emma found her mind wandering. Wandering to wonder what could be coming next from Crane, how Johnny would feel when he inevitably saw the video, if they had even seen the video yet, what the 141’s plan was to stop Crane and if she was going to get out of here alive. She knew Crane was going to prolong her torture since she was valuable bait but he would grow tired after so long and probably kill her to send his final message.

With all her thoughts in her head, the looming next round of pain nearing closer, Emma finally allowed herself to cry. The tears started off silent and slow but before long they were fully body sobs that hurt her head and lungs. She couldn’t stop herself. The pain, fear and exhaustion were too much and her body fought for some sort of cathartic release of all the pent-up emotion. She cried hard enough that she thought she would be sick but eventually the tears subsided and she was left back in the silence, sniffling and just waiting.

Emma’s realized her body was vibrating after a while, her whole-body tense and her teeth rattling as the damp clothes stuck to her skin. She shifted a bit to try and get her soaked hair off the back of her neck and over the back of the chair to see if that helped at all. It almost seemed like the temperature in the room was steadily dropping the longer she sat and she wasn’t sure if that was intentional and Crane had lowered the room’s thermometer or if her wet clothes were the cause of it all. She was flexing her fingers and toes to try and get some blood flow back into them when the door suddenly banged open. The loud sound and sudden rush of blinding light caused her to jump and gasp a bit before shrinking down into the chair some. Her eyes squinted at the sudden painful assault of the light and her vision was a bit blurred as she tried to hone in on her captor.

“Right where I left you,” Crane said as he walked over to the camera and popped the memory card back in and plugged in a cord that ran out the door and down the hall. “I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he grinned as he walked over to Emma and bent down to grab her jaw painfully and turn her face up to him. “You seem cold,” he smirked, “your lips are a bit blue.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip before he let go and walked over to the table, letting out a loud whistle as if calling someone. A moment later a man walked in, his face obscured by a mask that covered everything but his eyes. “I brought a friend,” Crane said as he lifted a knife to inspect it, “I hope you don’t mind.” He grinned before gesturing the man toward Emma as before walked back out of the room again, “be back shortly, I just need a few things. Play nice now Emma, Dimitri isn’t as forgiving as me.”

Emma shirked away into the chair as the man walked over to her, his eyes boring into her, before he reached up above her head and threw a rope she hadn’t noticed before over an exposed beam in the ceiling. Emma knew where this was going as he pulled the rope down to pool into her lap before he did anything else. She wriggled a bit as the man moved to stand in front of her and as he bent down to unstrap her arms, she prepared to put up some sort of a fight. The minute one hand was free Emma lunged, her hand going right for his face and hoping she could get to his eyes or rip his mask off his face to expose him. He was faster though; he leaned back out of her reach before the back of his hand came up and connected across Emma’s face with a resounding crack. She gasped as at the pain as he made quick work of her hand before gripping her wrists tight together before she could try again.

“You don’t need to do this,” Emma tried, not even knowing if the man spoke English. “I don’t have anything to give you,” she hissed as the ropes encircled her wrists and dug in as the man continued to wrap. She wasn’t going to feel her fingers soon with how tight the bindings were. “I don’t know what Crane told you but I can probably assure you it was a lie,” she twisted her head a bit as the man rose and moved to grab the slack of the rope and started pulling it taught. It forced her to rise from the seat the more he pulled and Emma groaned at the pain in still fresh cut at her shoulder at the forced movement. Her arms were straight above her head and her feet still strapped to the chair before he finally stopped pulling and tied off the rope on another support beam.

“Oh good,” Crane said as he pushed in a small cart. Emma could see another bucket of water there and some other small bottles of items and other tools. “Almost ready then,” he waited as the Dimitri bent down and undid Emma’s bound legs, which he had to dodge as Emma kicked out. Crane laughed a bit, “I’d save your strength,” he advised as Dimitri knocked her hard in the stomach, forcing all the wind out of Emma. She groaned and doubled forward, her knees giving out for a second which caused her to jolt back up to stand again thanks to the pressure on her shoulders and arms from being suspended. “Hurry up now,” Crane ordered as Dimitri loosened the chair from the hooks on the floor and dragged it back a few feet.

“You know,” Crane said as he walked over slowly, twisting the knife between his fingers like Emma had seen him do countless times before when they would sit on the couch together or out in the field. “I was generous and even gave them an extra twenty minutes Emma. Twenty. And not a peep from anyone. My men scoured the area and they didn’t even see footprints in the snow,” he tsked a bit as he reached out and slid the knife gently up Emma’s side causing goosebumps to erupt. “So, either you didn’t do a good enough job convincing them,” he slipped behind her and nuzzled his face against her ear, “or they are trying to call my bluff. But no matter, I went ahead and set this up as a live feed since they clearly aren’t busy. Say hi to Soap, I know he’s watching,” He didn’t give Emma a chance to respond before he slipped his hand under the back of Emma’s shirt and dug his fingers into wound on her back. She screamed, scrambling her feet for purchase as it felt like her body was going to give out from the white-hot pain.

He pulled his hand back and slipped it around Emma’s body to hold it out in front of her so she, and the camera, could see the fresh blood. Pulling his hand back he wiped his fingers against her exposed stomach before he ripped at the tattered remains of her shirt and threw it to the floor. Emma could see the once white material was red and it splashed against a puddle of water that hadn’t fully drained.

“Why do you want them so bad?” Emma ground out, “why go through all of this? You could have killed Price out there easily, you had so many chances,” she shrieked as the knife dug in somewhere near her lower spine, just enough to sting.

“So many questions,” Crane said as he slid the knife upward and Emma could feel it slicing through the skin. She was wincing and dropped her head forward so the camera couldn’t see her face, not wanting the guys to see how much she was suffering. “And not quite enough begging,” he slipped the knife from her before holding his hand out to Dimitri. The man swiftly placed the handle of a whip into Crane’s hand that he retrieved from the cart and as Emma attempted to get her footing in place the first crack came down straight across the back of her knees. The pain was instant but it was more like a hard hit than the sting of a cut that Emma was expecting since her pants were acting like a buffer. She attempted to grab at the rope above her fingers to help steady her, since every time she lost her footing it jarred her body and sent pain straight to her sliced shoulder.

Crane reared back again and snapped the whip, smacking hard against the back of her knees again and he grinned as the pants tore. He continued in the same spot until Emma finally shrieked as the whip made contact with her skin and blood bloomed from the wound. He moved his target and the whip snapped across the delicate skin of her lower back, the skin splitting and bleeding instantly. Emma screamed, her body tensing at the pain before Crane did it again, and again, going over the same spot until her skin felt like it was on fire. She was puffing her cheeks hard to get her breath and she heard the sick sound of Crane running his hand over the leather and her blood splattering to the floor in fat drops.

“Beg Emma,” Crane said after a moment, his fingers grazing her skin causing her to jump away from the gentle touch as if he had branded her. “Beg for them to save you,” he laughed as he fully pressed his hand against the raw flesh and Emma sobbed, letting her head hang refusing to give into him. After a moment Crane whistled and boots appeared in her vision, Dimitri. Crane said something in Russian and a hard hand grabbed her hair and tilted her face up to stare right at the camera so she couldn’t hide.

“This is going to hurt,” Crane said before the whip cracked again. It connected with her upper back this time, tearing at her sports bra as the leather seared her skin. She arched up from the pain but couldn’t go much further because Dimitri’s hand-held firm. The leather came down a few more times, slicing different parts of her back where her bra didn’t shield her. It felt like her whole body was tingling from the pain and she could feel herself starting to give out.

“Stop, please stop,” Emma screamed unable to keep it together any longer, her vision was starting to go black from the pain. “Please Crane,” she was crying fully and she could barely inhale from the way her head was being held and how her body was hyperventilating. “I can’t…” she tried to breathe, “please.” She felt Dimitri let go of her head and she let it fall forward, gasping a bit as her knees gave out and she was only supported by her wrists. It hurt, everything hurt, but she couldn’t keep herself standing any longer.

There was the sound of a cap being flipped on a bottle but Emma couldn’t bring herself to lift her head to see what it was until liquid splashed on her back. Emma thrashed and screamed, catching the unmistakable scent of rubbing alcohol. He wasn’t doing this for disinfecting, he was doing it because he knew how badly it would burn into her cuts. Crane laughed, his eyes darting over to the camera before he poured more over the wounds then used his hand to press hard against the skin to really work it in. “Beg for Soap,” he instructed her again as he pushed the hair off the knife wound in her shoulder and poured just a small amount over it.

“I don’t need to,” Emma ground out, her vision already blurred and tunneling. She lifted her head to find the camera, barely able to make it out. “He coming for me and he’s going to fucking kill you,” she murmured, sinking even further into her legs as her body finally gave out. She passed out against the restraints and Crane snarled a bit before gesturing for Dimitri to loosen the rope. Emma fell to the floor with a sickening thump before Crane walked out of the room, leaving the camera running and shutting off the light.

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“Fuck Laswell, we can’t keep sitting here,” Alex ground out as the screen went dark, but the feed stayed live. Laswell had patched it through to them after ensuring their safehouse couldn’t be traced through the lines. They had to work through satellites and some switchback servers before it was deemed safe so they had come into a feed right when Dimitri had landed a backhand blow against Emma’s face. Alex had been sitting at the computer when Laswell called and he instantly pulled up the feed. She stayed on the line as they all watched in horrified silence.

“I’m working on it. I need a few more hours,” was all Laswell said before the line cut.

Alex turned the volume up on the laptop as high as it would go and they sat in silence trying to listen. They couldn’t see anything in the pitch blackness but they could hear, but so far it was just echoing silence. “Come on Emma,” Alex muttered as he turned his head to angle his ear toward the speaker better, listening for anything. Soap was standing right behind him, his hand holding the back of the chair, the other propped on the table in a fist. They were all waiting with bated breath when there was some rustling followed by a painful groan and a cry of pain. “She’s breathing at least,” Alex said after a moment as Soap pushed away with a disgusted noise.

“I’m done waiting,” Soap said as he shook off Gaz’s hand from his shoulder when he attempted to stop him walking. “I’m fucking done Price. Write me up, kick me off the team I don’t give a shit anymore but I am not fucking waiting,” he was headed toward the garage when Ghost grabbed him and wheeled him about. “Fuck off Ghost,” Soap said as he palmed him hard in the chest to get him to stumble back, “I’m not fighting with you about it any longer. I am going and that’s the end of it.”

“Shut the fuck up for a second Johnny,” Ghost snarled back. The use of Soap’s actual name from Ghost had been enough to stall the former. Ghost was one of the few people allowed to use his name and when he did it was usually something serious. Soap hesitated with his door on the garage handle as Ghost turned toward Price. “We know how this ends,” he gestured toward the laptop, “we either go as a group now…which will force the Americans to help because you know they aren’t going to let us get all the glory,” he paused, “or Johnny and I go alone and we’ll be lucky if one of us gets back.”

Soap hesitated, his face watching Ghost’s unreadable one as the man waited for Price to make a decision. “I’m not asking you to go Simon,” Soap stated after a moment. He knew the odds were zero without support but just sitting on his hands while Emma was being tortured was no longer an option.

“I never said you did,” Ghost stated, still staring at Price and not looking over at Soap. “But I’m not letting you go alone and I don’t think Price is either.” The Captain was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest watching the whole thing unfold. He had struggled through watching Emma’s torture and had nearly cursed at Laswell before she abruptly hung up.

“Two hours,” Price said after a moment, “give me two hours then we’ll go. All of us, with or without Laswell’s approval,” he looked around at Alex and Gaz who merely nodded. He knew the team would go without hesitation, even if they were working against orders and risked their careers or worse. He saw the mutinous look from Soap but the man dropped his hand from the garage door. “I’m letting Laswell know we’re moving with or without the Americans. It should put some pep in their step.” And with that Price turned heel out of the room, swiping the phone off the table.

“Two hours gives us time to finish prepping,” Alex said as he eyed the laptop, keeping the link to the feed open even and the volume up high to listen for anything. It sounded like Emma had passed out again because it was deafening silent. “We need to get medical supplies. Emma’s skin is going to be raw; she’s lost a decent amount of blood looking at her pants and the floor,” he continued knowing that it was setting Soap’s teeth on edge but it was the truth. Her snow gear that was once pristine white was red and pink in the video, some parts darker than others and there was blood splattered all over the floors and walls from the whip.

“Load up a duffle,” Gaz said after a moment, “I’ll carry it if I have to.” They had pulled all the medical supplies from their last safe house and while they lost a good chunk of it to Crane and his group, they had enough to patch her up long enough to get her to the hospital. That was if no one else was hurt on the mission which seemed highly unlikely but no one was going to dare mention that. They were going even if it was a suicide mission like Crane had set it up to be.

They got to work loading up bags, pulling on their gear up and finalizing their plan. They were going to pick off the guard that Crane himself had said were out looking for them, steal their gear and slip in like they were one of them. As long as no one asked too many detailed questions in Russian they would be able to slip past, and if they were caught, they’d just kill anyone before they could alert the others. Soap was shoving a knife into his boot, his eyes on the laptop listening just as the light in the room flipped on and he heard Emma whimper.

“Fuck he’s back,” Soap said as he scrambled for the laptop, beating Alex there as he pulled out the chair. Emma was still on the floor, her body limp but she was awake and staring at Crane in horror, her feet kicking a bit to try and pull herself away. “It’s barely been an hour,” Soap said after a moment, his eyes cutting to Price who appeared at his side.

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“Rise and shine,” Crane called as he walked back into the room and flipped the light back on. He hadn’t let much time pass this time; he was attempting to goad the 141 into making a rash decision because that would mean they would make a mistake. The longer it took for them to arrive the more prepared they would be which meant they would probably be bringing backup. “Oh don’t look at me like that,” he grinned as Emma stared at him with wide eyes and feebly attempted to get away. “Dimitri,” he gestured and the man went to the other end of the rope and yanked it hard. Emma couldn’t get her footing fast enough and she yelled against the pull, feeling as if her arms were being tugged out of their sockets before she finally got her boots down on the slippery floor.

“What now?” Emma asked as she shifted a bit, her body still exhausted as she peered around. Her back was screaming in pain and she was hoping it would just finally go numb, that her nerve endings would be fried so she couldn’t feel it anymore. Or her brain would just shut off and protect her from the pain as well, she didn’t want to beg. The begging had almost been worse than the actual whipping because she knew what it was doing to Soap, to the rest of the team, to see her beg. She was also ashamed that she couldn’t keep it together longer, knowing none of the others would have even begun to crack yet.

“Don’t sound so morose,” Crane admonished as his hands ran over the ridges on her back, the skin had not even begun to heal over yet. “I’ve just come to make sure you didn’t get too comfortable,” he cut his eyes to the camera as his hands shifted around to hold onto Emma’s hip with one hand, the other shoving between her shoulder blades to have to bend forward at the waist. Dimitri was still holding the rope and he let the slack slide until Emma was at a ninety-degree angle, her feet spreading out a bit to hold her balance. “I will give Soap that, it is a spectacular view of you bent over,” he smirked as he ran his fingers over the tattered bra and pinched her hard on the ass before stepping away from behind her. “I’m sure Dimitri wouldn’t say no to sloppy seconds, poor man’s been down here for ages,” he grinned as the man tied the rope taught again and walked over.

“Crane please,” Emma breathed as she turned her head to look behind her, feeling humiliated and more vulnerable than ever. Crane said something quietly to Dimitri in Russian and the man’s eyes flared a bit in response as his eyes roved over Emma’s back. “I’ve done what you’ve asked, please,” she tried again before she squirmed as Dimitri’s hands found her ass. The man squeezed hard enough she yelped and attempted to pull herself away but he only grabbed her hips and ground her back against him. She was going to be sick. Her eyes darted over to the camera again secretly willing it to not actually be live and Crane was just fucking with her before she buried her face in the crook of her elbow.

Words were exchanged in Russian again before the hands on her hips slipped up to her bra and slid under to feel the last bits of her smooth skin there before moving to brush against side rib cage then withdrawing. She dared to breathe for a moment as Dimitri walked around her, he bent down to get in her view and said something she didn’t understand. “On your knees,” Crane interpreted for her and Emma did as she was told, having to adjust and hiss a bit since her hands were still bound. Dimitri said something else as he squatted in front of her, his hand coming out to encircle her neck a bit as he twisted her face this way and that. “He said he’ll kill you if you bite his dick,” Crane stated, laughing a bit, “but he does like when women put up a fight. Makes it more fun for him.” Dimitri let go of her face before standing up and moving to align his hips in front of her face.

She wasn’t going to do it; she would die before she did this and let Crane continue to torture and humiliate her. Setting her jaw a bit Emma darted a look up at the man in front of her before looking at Crane, the camera and back again. Go ahead and let him think he was going to be able to use her like that and he’d see just how that was going to working out for him.

“Get out,” Crane said after a moment and Dimitri paused where his hands had started to work on his belt. The man hesitated and spat something out in Russian to which Crane answered and Dimitri snarled before turning his heel and leaving the room. Confused Emma turned to look back at Crane who was pulling the rope tight so she was stuck on her knees with her hands above her head, stretching her body as straight as it would go. “I told him you weren’t broken enough yet,” he laughed a bit, “you would definitely bite his dick off at this point.”

“You’re not wrong,” Emma answered before Crane’s hand struck her hard against the face. She whipped to the side before righting herself, tasting blood in her mouth for the umpteenth time. She had to blink a bit to get herself back into focus and she recoiled a bit as Crane’s face appeared inches from her own.

“Don’t think I did it as a favor,” Crane replied, “I don’t want my guy injured is all. Nothing says he can’t take you from behind,” he smirked, “or we find creative ways so you can’t bite.” He mimed pull her teeth out then laughed before standing up and grabbing the bucket of water he had dragged in before and the hood. Emma wriggled as the hood was slipped over her head and she waited for the feeling of drowning to hit her yet again. While the drowning feeling wasn’t as painful as the whip it was more exhausting and she took a deep breath before the first splash hit.

Crane took his time as he waterboarded her, letting her catch her breath for a second before taking her right to the brink of unconsciousness over and over. When she grew limp, he would withdraw and slap her awake before resuming until all the water, salt this time, was out and Emma was soaked to the bone. She was shivering hard, it felt like they had left the bucket outside in the snow before dumping it on her. Her cuts were stinging from the constant onslaught and the pain was threatening to take her under now. Her body was exhausted and she could barely keep her eyes open when the hood was ripped back off her head.

“See much more pliant,” Crane said to which Emma attempted to right herself but her body didn’t cooperate. “We’ll see you in a little while Emma, get some rest. I know Dimitri has a lot of stamina,” he winked as if this were all some sort of fun joke or game before leaving her shivering with her thoughts, sarcastically saluting the camera as he went.

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When Dimitri had started running his hands all over Emma Soap pushed back in the chair, the rage and fear too much. He was going to smash the laptop if he watched any longer and that wouldn’t help anyone. He was pacing behind Alex who had filled the vacated seat and was attempting to try and see if they could figure out just who this Dimitri person was, running software in the background for voice recognition. “It doesn’t matter who he is,” Soap said as the man had stood up in front of Emma, who had been ordered on her knees, and was fumbled with his belt. “Because he’ll be dead before the day’s done.”

“We need as much information as we can get,” Price answered as the man was dismissed and Crane started waterboarding Emma again. Her fight was slowly going out of her, she couldn’t even hold her own body up any longer as she sagged to the side and Crane kept bringing her back up to just resume his torture. It was agonizing to watch but he finally relented as Emma listed to the side resting her head on her forearm. “He could be tied to something else, could be part of something bigger that we need to know about,” Price continued as Crane left the room, leaving Emma to kneel there with the lights on barely awake.

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s the brains of the whole fucking thing,” Soap nearly screamed. “They’re all marked for death. I don’t care if I’m locked up for the rest of my life for defying orders or for murder. They’re all. Fucking. Dead.” Soap looked around at the rest of the men there and no one argued with him. The ringing silence in the room was punctuated by Emma’s soft hiccups from crying coming through the laptop speakers. She was breaking and Soap knew if Dimitri got his way she would be fully done and he wasn’t going to let that happened.

“Now Price,” Alex said after a moment as he watched Emma attempt to soothe herself, grimacing as he saw her spit out a mouthful of blood and drool. “We have to go now. We’re prepped, plans are made, it’s as good as it’s going to get. Emma isn’t going to last much longer and we already know what Crane is planning next,” he stated looking up at his Captain, pointedly not looking at Soap for what he just insinuated. Alex had always been the more even tempered and mild mannered one of the group so for him to stand up against Price was saying something. Even Gaz and Price had butted heads in the past but Price and Alex had always been on the same page.

“Now,” Price agreed. And that was all it took. All the men bent down and gathered their prepped items and threw them over their backs. Guns were hefted onto shoulders and Soap paused at the laptop one more time to look at Emma kneeling there, running his fingers over the screen, before walking out the door to the van. The conversation with Laswell had been brief as Price slid into the passenger seat and Gaz drove. “The American’s are lined up and ready to go. It’s not strictly on the books though. Graves is running the operation and if it goes south, they’re going to pin it on us.”

“I’ll send Graves a bottle in thanks,” Soap said sarcastically into the silence as he adjusted and readjusted his gloves, a nervous tick of his when his energy was amped up. “Least they could fucking do for their own citizen,” Soap tacked on and no one else answered. He was grateful for the help, knowing without them they would all most likely be dead. But he was mad it took this long and Emma was suffering. Who knew how long this take down was going to be, Dimitri may already be back in the fucking room with her which actually made Soap twitch with fury.

Parking over a mile away the team slipped out of their ride and into the woods, relying on Crane’s information about men on patrol and Laswell’s satellite information. Graves had been patched into their secure radio line and had laid out their plan. Shadow Company was going to start on the outskirts of the property as a diversion, to draw people out of the barn bunker to see what was happening. That would allow the 141 to get inside easier and once they were in the bunker the real bombings would start to take down their exterior building and other defenses.

“Patrol headed your way,” came Grave’s voice, “five men three snow mobiles,” he added on after a moment.

That was exactly what they were looking for. Ducking behind the old wood shed the team loosed their bags and dropped them into the snow before Ghost lined himself on one side of the shed, Soap on the other with Alex, Gaz and Price crouched between them. Soap twisted the ice pick in his hand as they listened for the engines, ready to strike. The goal was as little bloodshed as possible because they needed the uniforms but they needed to surprise them first.

“Your side,” Ghost said after a moment, listening to the engines whine and slow a bit as they got near the shed. Soap smirked as he raised his arm up and just as the snow mobile’s front end cleared the building, he swiped the pick out and caught the driver right in the neck. The impact was enough that it knocked Soap off his feet a bit as the vehicle lurched to a stop, the man driving had hit the brakes in a panic as a blade went right through his throat. Soap wrenched the pick and pulled the man fully off his ride and ripped out the side of his neck in the process, killing him instantly.

The next couple of seconds were pure coordinated chaos. Soap had ducked to remove his ice pick as Ghost threw a knife with enough precision that it embedded in the passenger’s eye as the man tried to remove his goggles. The body jerked and rolled off the other side of the snow mobile landing with a thud and a spray of snow. The remaining three men were still scrambling to figure out what happened when they swiftly met their own deaths. Alex had kicked one guy hard enough in the side to knock him out of his seat and then Alex was on his back him suffocating him in a headlock. The man kicked and struggled in the snow but Alex had the upper hand and with a jerk of his arms the guy stopped moving all together. Price and Gaz tag teamed the last two men on their snow mobile just as one went for the radio. Gaz grabbed the wire and wrapped it around the man’s neck and pulled, digging his knee into the mans back for leverage as he choked him out, grabbing a knife from his vest and plunging it into his neck and twisting. Price just went right in and snapped the last guy’s neck with brutal efficiency and no fanfare before he dragged him out of his seat and tossed him into the snow.

“That was less than a minute,” came Graves voice over the radio, his voice sounded impressed and maybe a little intimidated.

“Get the blood off and get changed,” was Price’s only answer as he had already began stripping down his man. He pulled off his own jacket and was pulling on the dark grey Russian uniform as the other began to follow suit. They had to exchange the clothes around a bit since the man Ghost had taken out was too small for him to fit into the uniform but eventually, they were all suited up. Soap had to use a bottle of water to rinse out his jacket and black mask as best as he could. There was blood all over his clothes but he was able to get most of it out, though he was soaked as he pulled on the vest. They had stripped all the Russian weapons out and threw them into the duffels, putting their own gear into the pockets and bags on the snow mobiles.

“We’ll be sure to blow it,” Graves voice came over a second later as Alex heaved the last guys body onto the pile they had started. They couldn’t just leave the bags full of weapons and bodies in the snow, if they found British marked gear and dead Russian’s they would know the 141 was on the ground and the goal was for them to just think the American’s were striking. “Three minutes,” Graves added and Price acknowledged as they all climbed on their respective vehicles. With masks and snow goggles on they were indiscernible from the Russian’s currently half buried under snow.

Because Soap and Gaz both had blood on their clothes they were riding as passenger on the mobiles to help hide them better. Gaz with Price, Soap with Ghost. Alex was on his own and had taken point of the group since he was the most fluent in Russian. The thought was he could communicate when they got back and the rest of the team could just keep their mouths shut. They continued the down the same patrol route so as not to look suspicious though Soap kept checking his watch for the countdown for when the bombings would start.

“One minute,” Price said over the radio and Alex led them to a small clearing and pulled his mobile to a stop in the woods. The rest of the team pulled up behind him to wait, staring at the barn in the distance and watched a few people milling about outside. Then right on queue at the minute mark the first explosion rocked the ground, the trees swaying with the aftershock before another explosion followed.

“That’s your queue boys,” came Grave’s voice over the radio with the sound of muffled shouting and alarms going off in the background. “We’ll keep them occupied but let’s try to keep it snappy, yeah?”

“Like fucking ants,” Soap said after a moment watching as men poured out of the barn, some on snow mobiles, others on trucks or just on foot. They were all pulling guns over their shoulders and hurriedly trying to pull on the rest of their gear. They had been caught by surprise which was even better.

“Let’s go,” Ghost said after a moment before all their engines roared to life and they were flying right at the barn. People passed them going the other way but no one really paid them much attention as they skidded to a halt outside the large barn doors and hopped off. The guard that was at the door when Emma was taken was nowhere to be seen and they all just walked right in without being stopped once. “Third stall,” Ghost murmured quietly as they looked around, sidestepping a group of four men that raced past them as more explosions went off in the not so far distance.

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Emma had been lolling to the side, half conscious as she waited for what was next. She was exhausted, every part of her body was either on fire or felt so heavy she couldn’t lift it. Glancing up at her fingers she could see they were pale white from the constriction of the rope and probably loss of blood in general. The rest of her skin looked clammy and her dry mouth told her she was dehydrated as well, the last round of waterboarding had been saltwater just to add insult to her wounds so it didn’t help with her thirst. She shifted a bit to see if she could get her knees up and herself into a squatting position. If she could figure out a way to get to her boot up to her hands and cut herself out, she’d have a chance. Not a huge one, one that would probably end up with her dead but it was better than just sitting there.

There wasn’t too much slack in the rope but it was more than she had for the past few hours at least. Her head was pounding as she shifted inch by inch, pulling each leg up and forward, groaning at the relief it brought to her knees but also from the new pain it brought on. The backs of her knees were still raw from the whip and while they weren’t as cut up as her back, she knew the skin was ripped open. Puffing her cheeks out to try and breathe through the pain Emma moved to push up onto her feet, her body fighting her the whole way.

Her legs were shaking as she attempted to put weight on them and she stumbled to the side a bit as her body gave out. The rope caught her weight and she swung limply before pulling to right herself again. Everything hurt and was moving too slow; she couldn’t get her legs coordinated enough to get out of the squatting position and stand. “Fuck come on,” Emma groaned out to herself as she slammed her eyes shut to keep the room from spinning. “Get the fuck up,” she muttered to herself trying to yank down on the rope to help pull herself but that only made her back scream in protest and she felt a fresh wave of blood seep down her skin.

“God damnit,” she cursed as fresh tears stung the corner of her eyes. She wasn’t going to be able to do this, her body was too far gone. Just as Crane had planned, she had no physical fight left in her but she still kept willing herself to try. Dropping one knee back to the ground so she had one leg propped up Emma leaned forward a bit to try and rest herself before attempting to push up to stand on just that one leg but it was no dice. She needed both if she were going to get out of this so a second later, she pulled her other leg up and pushed hard up and pulled down with her arms, crying out in pain and effort the whole way, until she was semi standing. She swayed on the spot but held herself up by spreading her feet out a bit to keep her balance.

“Alright now what?” Emma asked herself as she looked at her hands which were now at face level. The knot was intricate and she couldn’t get her eyes to focus on it properly, her vision was blurry and she blinked to try and clear the fog but it wasn’t going away. She twisted her wrists and fingers to try and see if there was any space, or create some, but it didn’t do much. Just as she was about to figure out how to bend herself to get to the knife in her boot, she heard the doorhandle. “No, no, no, no,” Emma whimpered as she stared at the door. Surely, they weren’t back yet, they hadn’t been gone that long. Or had she passed out without realizing it and time had slipped by her?

Not wanting them to know she had figured out how to stand Emma dropped her body with a painful groan in her chest, her knees hitting the cement hard enough that her teeth clacked. She was situated just in time as the door opened to reveal Dimitri standing there, mask still on, as he surveyed the room. She couldn’t see his face but his body language told her that he wasn’t on alert which means he didn’t realize she had been moving around. He said something in Russian as he prowled over, swinging the door shut behind him with a soft click, his hands moving toward his belt.

Emma twisted in her confines; her eyes wide as she stared at him walking over and freeing his belt buckle and heading over to the end of the rope where it was tied off to loosen it and give her slack. Just as she debated going right for the knife in her boot there was a small shake in the ground. It could have been passed off as a shiver, Emma’s body was still vibrating with the cold, but she heard the metal of the knives rattle on their tray. Snapping her eyes to them for a moment she heard them rattle again and she peered over at Dimitri who was also staring at them and had paused his movements.

The two of them looked at one another after a second, sizing up the situation and what was about to happen next. There was yet another shake that sent dust filtering down from the ceiling and Emma had a feeling she knew what was happening but she wouldn’t let herself feel relieved yet. There were still too many things that could happen, there was too much distance to freedom and too many men for her to feel safe just yet, especially with Dimitri standing in front of her. Somewhere in the distance an alarm went off, though it sounded muted, and Emma’s eyes snapped to the door as it flew open, the lights in the hall going from dingy yellow to flashing red. There were two men standing there and they were yelling in Russian as Dimitri turned around to yell back at them. She couldn’t catch much of what they said but one word she did know was ‘Americans’.

The American military had come for her? But why? Where was the 141? She thought surely Soap would be here to get her but it seemed the American’s had taken on the job instead. Or maybe America had pushed them to the side because she was one of theirs and they wanted the job themselves? Or…was Soap…no she wouldn’t let herself go there. They were fine, all of them were alive and fine because she knew Crane would have used it to taunt her even more if one of them were injured or dead.

The men and Dimitri argued for a moment before they left and shut the door again, muffling the sound of the alarm once more. Emma turned wide eyes to Dimitri waiting for what was next, her wrists shifting uselessly as she tried yet again to loosen her binds. “No one is going to save you,” Dimitri said with a very heavy Russian accent, so the bastard did know English. “Your little boyfriend will be dead before he can even get close. Then you’ll be useless to Crane. Maybe I can keep you as a pet,” he smirked and grabbed Emma hard by the throat and wrenched her forward so she fell face first onto the concreate before he started yanking at her pants as she wriggled and screamed trying to kick out and get away.

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The team jogged down the steps that lead underground until they came to a guard standing outside a large metal door. They slowed to a walk as Alex walked over to the man and spoke to him in Russian. Judging by the man’s once over of the group before turning to Alex again he was not buying whatever story Alex was giving him. They needed a code or a print to get the doors to open and none of them had any of that information. Soap gave a sidelong look at Ghost whose fingers were itching toward his vest to grab a knife and fling it but Gaz beat him to it with a silenced pistol. He took two shots at the man, one in the chest one in the head and as he fell forward dead, Alex caught him by the collar without even flinching.

“They’re suspicious,” Alex breathed out as he jammed the man’s thumb printer over the reader and had to adjust it a few times for the scanner to pick it up. “I’m sure Crane told them to be on the lookout for anything. He knows how we work,” he finished as the pad finally beeped and the door slid open. They needed to stash the body before someone came along and Alex wrapped his hands under the shoulders and dragged him into the long hallway before kicking behind him to open a door and dropped the body inside.

“Where is that fucker anyway?” Soap said as he looked around the place, the metal door sliding shut behind them once again. The bunker was nothing but a long concreate hallway with doors that lined it and more hallways that branched off like a tree. There were only two levels to the place, this was one of the smaller ones that had been built, which meant less ground to cover but also less hiding spots. His eyes were peeled as if he were waiting for Crane to just come strolling down the hallway to meet them for a proper fight, which he would never do.

“He’s waiting on us,” Price answered simply as he led the way down the hall, keeping his posture neutral but his hand was still within grabbing distance of his pistol. “He’ll know we are here without there being any evidence of us being here,” he stated as he opened a door and peered inside before stepping in and the rest of them followed. The alarm in the hall was quieter in the room and they watched through the fogged glass as a man ran by.

“We reviewed the footage, we’ve gone over the blueprints, we have a vague idea what room they could be holding Emma in,” Price stated once the man had passed. There were about five rooms based on the blueprints that could match the room that they had seen Emma in the video footage, the issue was they were spread out in various spots. “Time is not on our side so we split up. Alex, Gaz and I will take the lower level. Soap and Ghost will clear this level,” he waited for all of them to nod their agreement. “Radio in when you find her, otherwise keep it silent. Once we have her we’ll check in with Graves and work on getting out and meeting the evac.”

“What about Crane?” Ghost asked, his voice little more than a snarl. Of the whole group he seemed to have taken Crane’s betrayal the hardest. He had trust issues, that they all knew, so it seemed he was angry that trust that he didn’t give easily had been manipulated and turned against him. He was also pissed off that he had never suspected the man, the first person he had actually suspected had been Soap because of all the sneaking around he was doing. Turns out he was sneaking about with Emma which had pissed Ghost off more, though most of that was at himself but he’d never admit it.

“You see him, you kill him,” Price answered matter-of-factly. “Emma is the first priority. If you happen along Crane along the way then neutralize him, but he’s secondary. Once we get Emma safe, one team will take her to evac the other hunts down the bastard.” His eyes lingered on Soap, knowing that he was itching for revenge against the man. Price knew Soap’s goal was to make sure Emma was safe but he knew he wouldn’t be held back if Crane happened along their path.

Cracking the door open Gaz peered down the hall both ways, checking it was clear before they all slipped out and went their separate ways. Alex, Gaz and Price took a flight of stairs down a hallway on the left to get down to the lower level. They were assuming that Emma would be kept as far down and away from the exits as possible and it was a bit of a gift from Price to let Ghost and Soap have open hunting season on Crane. While Soap wanted to get to Emma as soon as possible he also knew that Alex wouldn’t let any harm come to her, none of them would, and Gaz had the medical supplies she’d need. Soap nodded at Ghost who took a hallway to the right to one of the possible rooms as he continued walking deeper into the bunker to the other room on this floor.

Passing by rooms Soap could see control panels, cameras and other equipment as men scrambled around them trying to figure out what was going on. Shadow company was definitely keeping them busy, dropping bombs and firing guns all around the property so the Russian’s were scrambling. They didn’t have much heavy artillery to use that anyone was aware of, at least nothing that was prepared and assembled to fight back. As he passed another room a man walked out and frantically started talking to Soap in Russian. Soap didn’t pick up much of it, just a few key words and when Soap didn’t answer the man raised an eyebrow and stepped closer, gesturing to the facemask that Soap still had on his face. He wanted him to remove it to which Soap shook his head.

The man was advancing on Soap now and he lurched to grab the mask, continuing to yell at him in Russian. Soap quickly knocked the hand to the side and twisted it up and behind the man’s back as he shoved him down onto his knees. He could feel, and hear, the shoulder pop out of its socket and Soap covered the man’s mouth as he yelled out in pain. He had to get out of the hallway quickly before more people showed up. “Shut the fuck up,” Soap snarled into the man’s ear as he dragged him into a room, pressing one of his knives into his throat.

The room looked to be an abandoned office of some sort. It had a desk, a chair, an empty bookshelf and some barren carpet. Soap surveyed the area, taking in the tray of forgotten food and water that sat on the desk before the man started fighting again. Soap pulled hard on the still pinned arm which caused the man to groan behind his hand before the guy tried to bite him through the glove over his mouth. Not bothering to wait anymore Soap took the knife that was pressed against the guys neck, flipped it in his hand so he had it fisted, before he drove the blade into the mans chest between the ribs at his heart. The guy flinched and twitched for a second as Soap twisted the blade and pulled it back out. He had seconds before he was dead and Soap felt the telltale sign of death as he went limp in his arms.

He dragged the body around to the back of the desk and shoved it under into the small cramped space where the legs would go if someone were sitting at it. Using his hand to pull himself back up to a standing position Soap’s eyes caught marks on the corner desk and he honed in on it. They were tally marks. Pulling out his tactical light he clicked it on to see better and saw that there were four little lines with a slash through them to indicate five. He turned the light onto the tray of food now, taking it in a bit more as he tipped the plate toward him to see bread with butter on it. The room wasn’t a functional office for someone to have been working in it, there wasn’t even a piece of paper in there or a pen. This was a temporary holding cell Soap realized after a moment as he put all the pieces together. This was where they had been holding Emma at for the past few days and she had been marking her time.

“Shit,” Soap muttered as he clicked his light off and stepped back out into the hallway to continue his search. Maybe she would be on this floor if they were keeping her in that room that was a straight shot to the entrance of the bunker. Either Crane was an idiot or he had planned on it being easy for them to get to her, just to draw them all in before he struck.

The alarms were still blaring and the red lights flashing as he continued his way toward one of the rooms on the blueprints. He knew it was a turn to the left then the first hallway on the right after that. There was nothing else on the final hallway, no other rooms or even a closet, it only led to the torture room, for lack of a better term, at the end. Based on the maps it was probably intended to be a showering room at one point since it was close to the sleeping quarters and far away from the offices. But the bunker was never finished for what it was intended to be and the Russian’s made their own improvements on it when they took it over.

As Soap turned the corner on the last hall he took a breath, bracing himself for disappointment, as he neared the shut door. Reaching toward his pistol with his right hand he turned the door handle and shouldered the door open hard. If there was anyone in there, he wanted to take them by surprise and a slow creak of a door would give him away. The metal door was thick and heavy but as the first inch gave way, he heard Emma’s voice screaming and he took in the sight before him.

Soap saw Emma was on the ground on her stomach, her hands bound in front of her as she kicked and fought back against the man towering over her. It wasn’t Crane, it was that man Dimitri they had seen in the video before, he was much taller and broader. He had a knife pressed against Emma’s side as his fingers scrambled trying to wrench down her pants as she kicked feebly, twisting her hips this way and that to get him away. He had sat down on the back of her thighs to prevent her from being able to get a proper kick in but Soap entering had temporarily halted him.

Dimitri snarled in Russian and flicked his hand that had been attempting to get Emma’s pants down in dismissal toward Soap. He didn’t bother to pay Soap much attention as he stood in the doorway, which was Dimitri’s first mistake. Emma’s eyes were locked on the man in the door, her eyes taking in the Russian uniform and masked face but also noticing he didn’t leave. He didn’t answer the man back and instead had his eyes on her, making eye contact for the briefest moment before he lunged.

Soap didn’t want to shoot Dimitri. If he shot and killed him, he’d fall forward and probably crush Emma and she was already so badly injured he didn’t want to make it worse. Plus, a bullet would make his death much too fast and Soap wanted him to suffer a bit. Pushing off the door he sprinted and tackled Dimitri right off Emma. The knife Dimitri had dug into Emma’s side came up in a defensive move that Soap dodged. Emma shrieked at the movement and as fast as she could she crawled away as the men wrestled on the floor.

Emma was terrified as she inched away on the floor, flipping herself over so she could use her legs to scoot herself so she was backed up against a wall. She didn’t let her back touch the concreate, the skin too raw and painful for even the lightest touch, but she was as close as she could get. She watched as fists flew on the ground, elbows connected with ribs and the knife that was in her side was knocked out of Dimitri’s hand and splashed into a puddle of water and blood. There was a grunt and a curse and Emma gasped as she recognized the voice finally. She had thought the man in the doorway was familiar, how he carried himself, how he looked at her, but she was afraid it had been a delusion created by her brain in desperation to be saved.

Soap had been knocked hard in the side of the head and he clenched his jaw in pain as Dimitri landed another blow to his ribs. Sweeping his leg Soap managed to get his foot hooked into the man’s knee and he twisted his bodyweight to flip the man off of him and onto his back on the floor. He knew Dimitri wouldn’t be down for long so Soap flung himself on top of Dimitri’s chest and pulled the mask off the man’s face before he wrapped his hands around the guy’s throat. Soap wanted to see his face properly when death claimed him.

Dimitri fought, bringing his hand up to push back at Soap’s chest and face, his palm pushing hard up against Soap’s jaw to try and dislodge him but Soap held fast. He was sitting on right on Dimitri’s diaphragm diminishing his ability to get air and Soap’s grip on his throat was solid as his thumbs dug into his Adam’s apple. Soap could see the panic setting in as Dimitri scrambled for purchase with his legs on the floor but his shoes just squeaked and splashed in the water. “This is more than what you deserve, but I don’t have time to peel your skin off piece by fucking piece,” Soap snarled into the man’s face as Dimitri’s eyes rolled up before he passed out. Soap kept the grip for a few moments longer before he pulled his pistol from his leg and shot him right between the eyes with swift efficiency, not even blinking as he pulled the trigger.

“Johnny?” Emma rasped out into the silence as Soap continued to stare down at Dimitri’s body. At the sound of her voice Soap turned his head to look at Emma and his emotions shifted from rage to concerned. He quickly rose from the dead man’s chest and shoved his pistol back into the hostler before rushing over to her huddled against the wall. He knelt in front of Emma, who shrunk back a bit, before he pulled the mask off his face so she could see him properly. When she caught sight of his face fully, she stopped flinching away and instead gasped and reached out her hands to try and grab at his hands to pull him to her.

“I’m here Lass,” Soap answered quietly as he grabbed her hands back then extracted a knife from his vest to cut off the ropes. “I’m here, leannan,” he said again as her fingers tugged at his jacket as if to pull him closer. “Let me cut this off,” he stated looking at the rope as Emma stared at the knife before halting her grabbing and held her arms out as steadily as she could for him. The knife was sharp and made quick work of her restraints and he peeled the rope off of her and frowned at what he saw underneath. Her skin was rubbed raw and red, and her wrists were bleeding in some places. Her fingers were completely white and felt frozen from lack of blood flow. “Fuck what have they done to you,” he muttered as he massaged her fingers gently between his own hands that he pulled out of his gloves before looking up at her face. She was terrified, her skin was deathly pale with dark circles under them and her lips were chapped and busted in two different places. “I’m so sorry,” he barely whispered as his eyes searched her face, his heart breaking even more as the look of gratitude she was giving him.

As Emma’s eyes took in Soap’s face and she pulled a hand out from his ministrations and touched the side of his face. His jaw was set tight in anger as he looked at her and Emma ran her thumb over the stubble there. “No sorry’s,” she barely whispered after a moment feeling as if she were going to break down in hysterics crying. Crying from relief, from pain, terror and sadness. Everything was threatening to overwhelm her senses at seeing Soap for real in front of her. “You came for me Johnny. That’s all that matters, you’re here,” she breathed as tears slipped out and ran down her cheeks.

“It wasn’t fast enough,” Soap answered as he gently pried her hand away from his face. He didn’t feel as if he deserved her appreciation and love, “we, I, wasn’t fast enough. This never should have happened, you never should have,” he huffed his eyes sliding down to her pants which were still halfway down to her knees. He could see the lashes on her lower thighs where the whip had wrapped around a bit and he dared to reach down and twist her leg a bit to get a better look. Emma hissed in pain before she grabbed his hand gently, her fingers still feeling like icicles. “I should have just gone after you when he got to you,” Soap finally said after a moment.

“Then you would have been dead. Along with me and Price and you know the rest of the team wouldn’t have let you go alone so they’d be gone to. That was Crane’s plan all along.” Emma answered back, her fingers curling around his. “You’re here now, you saved me before it could get worse and that’s all that matters,” she squeezed his fingers lightly, she didn’t have much strength in them, and she felt him squeeze back.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Soap said after a moment to which Emma nodded. He rose from his kneeling position first before bending down to help her rise, placing his hands on her elbows to hoist her up. Her body was shaking from the cold and Soap growled in his chest as he caught sight of her back properly, he hadn’t seen it before when Dimitri was over her. It was completely raw and some cuts were still oozing. Her underwear and backs of her legs were covered in blood and as he bent down to help her pull her pants on, he felt how soaked they were with water and how the butt of them were bright red instead of white.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Soap murmured as he got her waistband up to her hips and secured the button for her. “Gaz has medical supplies but I don’t know how much they’ll help. We need to get you to a hospital,” he looked up at her face and saw that her eyes had wandered over to where Dimitri’s body was laid out on the floor. Blood was pooling under his head and flowing down toward the drain mixing with Emma’s blood. “Don’t look at him,” he said gently and reached out to turn her face back to him. “Keep your eyes on me, yeah? Are you able to walk?” He asked as Emma’s eyes blinked to focus back on him, her body shaking a bit.

“I think so,” Emma answered as she reached out her hand to curl her fingers into his, darting her eyes over to the body on the floor one more time before settling on Soap’s face again. Somewhere someone had cut off the blaring alarm and the sudden silence was deafening as Soap took a step backwards and watched Emma as she went to take a step forward toward him. Her legs felt like jell-o but they held up and she took another step. “I’ll make it,” Emma answered after a moment, knowing if they could just get out of this place she could finally rest. “I’m going to sleep for a week,” she said with a soft chuckle, wincing a bit at the movement.

“I don’t think Price will let you do that, you’ve missed too much time as it is,” Soap answered her with a crooked grin. He seemed satisfied with her ability to walk, and crack a joke, so he turned around to lead the way out. Just as Soap reached toward the button on his comms to call in that he had found Emma he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. He instantly tensed and dropped his right hand toward the pistol in its holster on his leg, his other hand letting go of Emma’s as he tucked her in behind him to face the potential threat. Hopefully it was just Ghost finishing up his sweep of the floor.

“It’s about time you boys showed up,” Crane said as he appeared in the doorway, his pistol already raised and aimed for Soap. “I was beginning to think I’d have to get drastic.” He smirked before pulling the trigger without any warning.

Crane’s pistol was not silenced like Soap’s had been so the sound echoed loudly around the room. The bullet met its mark as Soap grunted with pain and tilted forward, his right-hand scrambling to grab at the left side of his body. Emma quickly gripped the back of Soap’s jacket and she looked to see if the bullet had gone through but found no evidence of it. That was worse, that was much worse.

“Stay behind me,” Soap ground out to Emma as he reached for his pistol. In Soap’s momentary distraction to ensure Emma stayed safe Crane fired another shot in their direction as he advanced into the room. That bullet also met its intended target and Soap staggered back and dropped down to one knee in pain, gasping for breath as he cursed.

“Johnny!” Emma screamed as Crane aimed the pistol right for Soap’s head and made to pull the trigger for a third time.

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hi i know one of them is kinda old but if you're okay with it i would love to do a fic of either of these tacophone comics of yours, maybe even both (with credit ofc)

https://www.tumblr.com/exquisitelyrandom/690825927273463808/draw-something-tacophone-related-and-if-you-dont

https://www.tumblr.com/exquisitelyrandom/713112801221263360/angst-because-the-sillies-are-on-my-mind-again

oh my god ofc you can w credit holy sh

YES!!!! AAUGQHZHHQ I'D LOVE FOR YOU TO!!!!! yuo have no idea how much I've been looking for reading content of them plsplspslsplspls

btw where would you be posting the story? I'd love to read it,, if you do make a fic of them, please tag me/send me a link!! ^^

going into small detail abt the ideas behind the comics below because im insane abt them vvv

they're actually very similar to each other so they may as we 🐝 connected/have the same situation lmao

first comic is leaning more on mic's. side

;After getting into the hotel, she's. absolutely miserable but keeps trying to pretend she's fine (she is not). Of course, Soap and the others notice her mood and one of them eventually get to talk to her about it. But even as she does open up, she never outs Taco. Ever. And blames it on the contest. Soap/Whoever confronted her knows it isn't true, but doesn't push further. After the talk, Mic basically just sits there and contemplates, before deciding """past is past""". Eventually, she starts thinking about the whole thing less, and she's smiling a lot more the next few days/weeks. Er. Until. That one night.

The second comic - or, in both comics - , here's Taco's side

There was actually gonna be more similar..things.. in both of the panels i put up above,, but i decided they'd look too similar to each other so Taco looks angrier in the second one

It all starts when Mic walks through the portal. Yeah. She didn't expect that. Taco's not someone to be caught off guard; her moves are calculated, and she knows the outcome of something even before it had a chance to start. She's memorized the puzzles and patterns on an object's mind, knows how to use it to her advantage - knows how to manipulate it into what she needs it to do. So why was it that she..?

She's teleported to their little spot, and her emotions are. overwhelming. At first, she feels.. sad. Distraught. Distraught that Mic left. Then, she feels.. angry. Angry at Mic for even leaving without any further word. Angry at Mic to have the AUDACITY to blame ..her. And she's angry.. at herself. Then, she's sad again. Her mind goes back to the words Microphone last spoke to her, and it stings, just as much as when she first heard them, if not more. She sits on the log -[soft thud]- oh, nevermind, she's on her knees in the soft grass, head in hands. She grips her shell tight and tries to shout, to let out the scream that's been trying to claw its way out of her throat, to get all of the overwhelming thoughts out of her head, but all she can manage is a choked sob, her throat tightening as she curled into herself.

And I'm only now realizing I'm getting WAY too carried away so fast forward everyone:

Taco thinks back on all the mistakes she's made, and back at one of her.. biggest mistakes yet. And, after a while, she decides she's done running, and she's not letting her slip from her grasp that easily. Not again. Not like him.

So, she writes, and writes, and writes, and writes. Until, after over fifty crumpled papers and about three half empty cups of - now cold - tea, she's finished. A letter to Microphone. She spilled her heart out on it, not leaving a single detail on everything she's done, opening herself up completely to the object never expected to break down years worth of built up walls. She's a little hesitant as she sends it to the hotel's mail, and then she waits.

She doesn't respond. Its not the first time. She takes a deep breath. No, she's not letting it faze her. She needs Mic to see she's being genuine. Why couldn't you be genuine from the start? When she most needed you to be?

She sends another letter, this time, directly into her room. She drops it through the little window, and she runs off before anyone notices her. A week passes. She doesn't respond again. She doesn't give up. She sends another letter, and another, and another, and another..

Two months has passed since then - has it really been that long? - And she's on the floor, miserable. The cracks have gotten worse and she can barely see with her right eye, she can barely stand, and her knees feel weak. Her head feels heavy, and her mind goes back to quiet picnics, white bowties and purples hues. And it just.. hurts. It hurts. It hurts, so much and she doesn't want it to. It hurts, and she's angry. Angry at herself for even considering to leave Microphone after they get the million. She's angry at herself for not paying attention to what may have caused the whole thing. Angry at herself slipping up the one good thing she had.

Did you ever have her?

She's angry at herself for being the reason Microphone left.

She feels lightheaded, yet her head feels heavy. And she's so, so tired.. she blacks out

The next thing she knows, she's on her way to ..hotel oj.

Uh oh

so um when I said "small detail" i may have.. lied HEJHSJQJZNNQJXN I WAS GENUINELY GOING TO JUST DESCRIBE MY IDEA FOR THE COMIC IM OSRRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY i had many things to say about tacoy

YOU DONT HAVE TO FOLLOW THROUGH W THE PLOT I'd love to see ur take on the comic!! Ignore my gay little writings hehr

#inanimate insanity #asks #ii taco #ii microphone #tacophone #ii tacophone #i did not proofread anything and i forgot whatever the hell I've been writing bye #also IMF SO GLAD U FOUND IT WAS INTERESTING ENOUGH TO WRITE ABT!!!!

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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Alpha Midoriya x Omega Bakugo Ⅱ

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None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content, read tags.

Credit to @capsulect for the fan art.

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Summary: Katsuki was stressed. He knew exactly why he was stressed but he didn't know how to fix it. All week he has been trying to build a shitty nest just like any other Omega would do. Everyone told him it would come naturally and he would ‘just know’ but he didn't! Most Omegas learned how to nest from their parents but Katsuki had a Mother Alpha and a Beta Father. Neither of them knew how to nest so Katsuki was never taught.

Katsuki picked himself up and walked to the only person he knew might be able to help. He was an Alpha and probably knew Jack Shit about nest building but it couldn't be any worse than Katsukis attempts.

------or-----

Izuku helps Katsuki build a nest.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

Darling, I would do it again by mor (i6uooh_uiw)

Summary: Katsuki’s mad at him and he doesn’t know why—it’s not like he missed an anniversary, haha.

- or -

Izuku loves living with his totally platonic roommate Katsuki, who he is definitely not in love with; and Katsuki likes living with Izuku well enough too, considering they’re long term boyfriends set to mate soon. Right?

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Series: court up in the moment by rejectimate

Summary: This is an ongoing dkbk ABO au featuring mostly soft/fluffy/sfw alpha deku x omega kacchan!!

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jasmines-library · 2 years

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The Clutches of Darkness

Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN Padawan!reader (Completely platonic!)

Summary: Whilst on a mission with Ahsoka, things go askew. When Ahsoka calls her master in a desperate plea for help, it's a race against time to reach you before something fatal happens.

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst. Stabbing, gore (not a lot but it's there), near death, blood. Crap writing and grammar. I think that's mostly it, but please lmk!

Word count: 2.1K

Note: This was inspired by a heartstopper audio which i'll try to link here. I also have a non reader version that i've linked below if you're more interested in that (it's the same just with an OC). This is probably the first propper star wars fic that i've written, so your opinions would be great! I also suck at naming shit but enjoy :)

Masterlist OC version

The holopad blares loudly, echoing throughout the room. Anakin stumbles towards it, his eyes bleary with sleep. It reads 1:39am. Ahsoka calling. He picks up and the image of his padawan soon materialises in front of him.

“Hello?” He sighs, resting his head against the wall and rubbing his eyes.

“Anakin?” Ahsoka’s voice is quiet on the other side of the call, she sounds panicked, scared almost, “Where’s Obi-Wan? How long will it take for you to get to me?”

Anakin furrows his brow and turns his attention briefly to Obi-Wan as he enters the room, as if he had been summoned by the mention of his name. “Ahsoka? I thought you were on assignment?” he continues. There’s a brief pause before the padawan nods.

“I am,”

“You didn’t run into trouble did you?”

There is a deathly silence on the other end of the line. Ahsoka is frozen, an unnerving shiver runs through her body. Anakin frowns at the static of the holo and speaks up.

“Snips? Are you alright? Why did you call us?”

Once again, silence but this time followed by a stifled sob. Tears were now streaming down the Togruta’s cheeks.

“Ahsoka, are you there?”

Then it comes. The words no one expects. “Something’s wrong with Y/N”

It’s Anakin’s turn to be silent. He turns away from the hologram and his face must do something very unusual because Obi-Wan gives him this look. A funny, terrified look.

“What’s happened?” Anakin demands, panicked. He pulls on his boots and his robes and begins to fumble around for his lightsaber,

“Ahsoka what’s happened? What’s Y/N done? Where are they?” It is Obi-Wan who speaks next. He is calmer than Anakin, nevertheless panicked. You are his padawan. He cares for you deeply and can’t bear to think of you being hurt, but he knows panicking will get him nowhere.

Ahsoka stumbles over her words which come out in broken chokes “I- I can’t get to them. Ventress ambushed us from behind and they pushed me away. The doors are locked and I can’t get in. I tried master, I- I tried I promise but I can’t get through,” Ahsoka is sobbing now, her words barely recognisable through her cries, “I can hear them...they’re screaming,”

Obi-Wan’s blood runs cold and he turns to Anakin who wears the same expression on his face. They feel as though the world is running in slow motion. They start sprinting towards the hangar, yet it feels like they can’t run fast enough. Blaster fire breaks through the crackle of the holopad, then the sound of robotic yelling and the swinging of a lightsaber. Ahsoka’s frame briefly leaves the call, worrying the two masters even more. When she returns she looks even more dishevelled than before. “Please,” she begs, “When are you going to get here?”

“We’re on our way,” Obi-Wan replies as he fires up the engine of the ship, “Just hold on Ahsoka”

The call ends.

***

Obi-Wan’s ship shakes violently as it lands next to Anakin’s who is already racing towards him. Rex clambers out of the Assault Transport with a handful of other clones before raising his hand to his forehead in salute.

“What’s the plan, sir?” he asks, standing tall.

“From the map Ahsoka forwarded us, it looks like Ventress has Y/N here,” he points to a circular room in the centre of the base; the control room that the two of you had been assigned to steal data from, “It’ll be even more heavily guarded than before now that they know the order are here. I have no doubt that they know we’re here too, which is why it’s too risky to go in through any of the more accessible routes especially since we only have a small team,” he zooms in closer to the entanglement of blue lines to reveal small passages linking between all of the rooms, “Luckily for us, Ahsoka has discovered a network of pipes that lead into the base. Now, while it’s not the quickest way to get in, it's the most effective way to keep as subtle as we can.”

“And your padawan?” Rex asks Anakin.

“Ahsoka’s hiding in the pipes. We’ll rendezvous with her there. Once we’re in, we’ll split and flank from both sides then meet by the control room. Obi-Wan and I will take on Ventress and Rex and Ahsoka will get Y/N out of there. The rest of you’ll take defensive positions,”

“Copy that, sir,”

“Rex, Hardcase, you’re with me. Ahsoka will join us at the rendezvous. Everyone else you’re with Obi-Wan”

The group splits in two, each group taking their respective routes. The clanking of plastoid boots hitting cold metal echoes through the eerie silence as they hurry through the tunnels desperate to reach you before it is too late. They know that Ventress would stop at nothing to take back the data that you stole from her and to learn all of the secrets the Jedi order has to offer. As the Jedi draw closer they can feel your force signature however it’s faint. They’re running out of time. Anakin struggles to push open the hatch at the other end of the tunnel, but with the help of the force it becomes seemingly effortless and he clambers out, closely followed by his distressed padawan and his clone companions. A loud siren blares throughout the compound and blaster fire rebounds through the hallways. “Time to do what we do best, boys,” Rex pulls himself into a ready position “Let’s kick some clanker ass” . Soon the corridor is a whirlwind of red, blue and green as the battle droids are taken down one by one. Once the droids are all taken down they continue their journey to the control centre, the two Jedi reflecting any incoming shots with their blasters until they reach a large circular structure in the centre of the building. It is heavily guarded; battle droids and destroyers at every possible entrance. With his back pressed to the wall, Anakin pulls out his comlink.

“We’re in position. Ready to engage the enemy on your signal, master” The light on his com flashes green. It's a subtle way of letting him know that Obi-Wan had heard him.

On the other side of the control centre, Obi-Wan is growing increasingly worried. Maker knows what the assassin has done to you in the time it’s taken them to reach you. They arrived as soon as they could but what if it just wasn’t fast enough? What if you were… No. He couldn’t let himself think like that. You’ll be fine, they just have to take out these droids first. He takes a calming breath and closes his eyes, then his lightsaber is fatally meeting the metal of a droid. It drops to the floor in a static motion. All blasters are immediately pointing at him, scolding plasma being flung from all directions. The fight is reckless, the team barely escaping without any injuries of concern.

“See if you can get those blast doors open,” Obi-Wan orders to one one in particular, his mind too occupied on confiding in a plan with Anakin on how to take on Ventress.

The blast doors slide open with a hiss to reveal the assassin towering above your hunched over form; one of her hands tangled in your hair forcing you look towards your friends, the other gripping the hilt of her red blade held so close to your neck that that you could feel the blazing heat coming from it. You look exhausted. Your face is blank and dark rims encase your eyes, the usual spark they hold nowhere in sight. A nasty gash runs from your eyebrow to your right cheek and your arms are covered in multiple burns.

“Obi-Wan, Anakin” she states, a smirk appearing on her lips “How nice of you to join us, you’re just in time for the finale. Your little padawan here was about to tell me all about your little plans”

“Let her go, Ventress” Your master demands, taking another step towards you.

The assassin chides, holding her lightsaber impossibly close to your neck. You feel the skin begin to blister under the heat. A soft whimper escapes your lips. “Ah, ah, ah. One more step and you won’t have a padawan anymore,” Obi-Wan pauses, turning to Anakin who nods before leaping into the air at the same time as Obi-Wan lunges forwards. Blue meets red as Ventress ignites her second saber to block the incoming attack. Now she’s distracted, you shuffle away, Ahsoka and Rex immediately by your side helping you up off the ground to escort you out of the room. It didn’t take long for Ventress to succumb to defeat, the younger jedi manipulating the force so that it sent her flying across the room and knocking unconscious. Suddenly another pair of arms are on you replacing the ones that had been holding you up. Obi-Wan pulls you into his embrace, his presence soothing you. You were safe. Or so you thought. Amid the comfort, you sense another presence behind you, you pull away and turn thinking it is Anakin; however as soon as you leave Obi-Wan’s arms the force begins screaming at you, telling you you’re in danger. You barely catch a glimpse of Ventress’ lightsaber before it’s driven through your stomach. You scream, but the sound mixes with the pounding in your ears. Your fingers clamp over your stomach, which is already blistering and turning ugly shades of red and purple, in vain as you collapse to your knees. Tears fall from your eyes as you try to breathe evenly through the pain, albeit your breaths come in quick, ragged heaves. A face appears in front you and hands are grabbing your shoulders. You can barely see them, eyes darting back and forth, unfocused. The figure eases you down so you’re laying on the ground.

“Hold on Y/N. You’re going to be okay. Just hold on” Obi-Wan urges. You’re not sure if he’s trying to reassure you or himself. Trying to speak. Your mouth parts, but the only thing you manage is a pained wheeze which causes coughs to rack your body violently. When you pull your hand away from your mouth, the other still limply clutching your stomach, it is stained with crimson droplets.

“Kriff'' He mutters under his breath before calling for help. You whimper as you try to shift, failing dismally as the pain in your gut is too much to bear. Your lids begin to droop shut. Everything feels heavy, you feel like you’re drowning and you just want to close your eyes and sleep. Maybe if you close your eyes, you think, you can forget about everything for a moment.

“No, no, no! Hey! Look at me, come on, open your eyes,” He slaps your face lightly. He won’t lose you. Not yet, not the way he lost his master…not the way he lost Satine.

Hands are sliding under you, the plastoid armour cold against your blistering skin. They reach around the back of your knees and your shoulders. Your eyes fly open and you cry out in pain as you’re lifted from the ground. Rex’s face comes into view, not his helmet but his face etched with concern.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry” he mumbles. Although your senses are clouded, you recognise the distinct sound of lightsabers clashing against each other. Ahsoka and Anakin were fighting Ventress, Obi-Wan still at your side.

“Obi-Wan” Anakin yells through grunts as he swings at the assassin “get them out of here!”

He’s already moving towards the exit of the control room, his blue saber casting an almost frightening glare over his features. Rex follows shortly behind him, sheltering you from oncoming blaster fire.

It feels like an eternity before they reach the safety of the ships, but it was merely a matter of minutes. The exit was much more efficient without having to sneak through the pipes. Rex lays you down on the floor before rushing towards the cockpit and firing up the hyperdrive. Obi-Wan’s hands clasp over yours.

“I’m sorry…” you mutter. It takes almost all of your strength and your choke over your words “I-I thought I could do it but I’m just not strong enough,” A tear slips down your cheek and your breathing slows as you start fading once again “I failed you, Master… I’m sorry..” You don’t hear his reply. Just an incoherent shout of your name before you succumb to the clutches of darkness.

#Star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x injured reader #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #i honestly dont know what im doing #the clone wars #the clone wars x reader

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Mafia

Chapter 8

Angel

Hey Guys! how are you! I finally finished this chapter! y'all ain't ready for what's in store for chapter 8! We start off with your POV then we end the chapter with Elvis's POV and yes THERE IS SMUT!!!! This is my first time writing smut, so it took me a while to figure out, but don't worry, this won't be the last either ;). I want to say to those who have been sharing, commenting, or even liking my posts about my Mafia fan fic that just want to say thank you so much! you guys have no idea how much it means to me. This fanfic is my baby and I want y'all to enjoy the ride along with me. To my new followers, Welcome, and to my old followers Welcome back! If you haven't read the series not a problem! I will link them down below! But y'all I present to you Chapter 8!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

TW: Sexual content, SMUT, Violence, Death of Character, Escape, Kidnapping, Blood, Strong Language.

Synopsis: Elvis Presley, the notorious mafia leader of Memphis, Tennessee has the town on its feet. Fear, power, money, and women surround him and his Memphis mafia. But what happens when one day you stumble into his world? And he makes you fall in love with him?

Y/N POV:

“Run…. don't stop until your far away from Elvis…”

Those are the words that kept running through my mind, the events that transpired are etched into my head.

Flashback:

“Elvis, stop!” “Let him go!” said the man with dirty blonde hair. He seems to be the only one with rationale in this group.

I watched as Elvis beat the guy, causing his face to bust out with blood. His face was all battered and bruised, and Elvis his hands were coated with thick rich red blood on his hands.

I couldn't watch anymore, turning to my right I saw a corner and decided to go towards it and just slide down the wall. Ducking my head in between my knees and drowning out the pleas and screams for Elvis to stop.

“Sonny, take y/n to E’s room now!” said the man with the dirty blonde hair.

“You got in Jerry,” said Sonny

My right arm was grabbed, and I was soon taken back to Elvis’s room.

“Easy, y/n, Easy.” said Sonny

As soon as Sonny stepped foot into Elvis’s room, I ran toward his bed and began to sob.

Thinking about what I just witnessed.

“Hey, Hey don't cry,” sonny said as he came closer to me.

“How can you say that when I just witnessed an attempted murder?!” I said as tears kept flowing down my cheeks.

Sighing Sonny grabs the back of his neck and rubs it, “Look, I know what you saw was bad, but it wasn't attempted murder or anything it was just Elvis and his temper, getting the best of him so he resorts to violence, but that's not bad.”

I turned to look at Sonny, thinking how stupid can he be to tell me that this was normal. There was nothing normal about what I just witnessed. For Elvis to lunge at this poor man for making a stupid comment like that, for Elvis to beat him senseless, what normality was there in this situation?

“Sonny, I know what I saw” irritated now I looked at the TV Screen playing.

News Reporter: “John, It has now been 2 days since this y/f/n has seen their beloved daughter. We are standing outside their home, as the parents along with her best friend have a few words they would like to say.”

Y/BF/N: “please, if anybody has seen my best friend, please give her back to us, we miss her”

Y/F/N: “To whoever the bastard was who took my angel away from me, I just… want to say… please don't hurt her.” Honey, Angel, If you are watching this, don't worry help is on the way, we are looking for you, and we just want you home safe.”

Y/M/N: “Please, If anybody knows anything about my baby, this is what she looks like, please bring her back to me, I just want her back!”

“A heartbreaking scene, John more on this story tonight at 5”

Tears spilled as I watched my family and best friend appear on the news. Feeling so helpless and just defenseless. There's nothing I can do.

Sonny notices my whimpering and sniffles “Hey, y/n, don't cry”

“y/n, I have a plan, it's an escape plan” “I am going to page my cousin Red, he still is a part of the Mafia, Imma tell him about our plan and have him meet you somewhere so that he can take you back home.”

Sonny said as he comes face to face with me. “God, I can see why Red is so infatuated with you,” Sonny whispers.

Sniffling I stand and fling myself to Sonny.

Hugging him saying “Thank you”

Sonny hugs back and says “No problem, alright so here’s the plan…”

Flashback ends.

So now, here I am running and running towards the spot Red is supposed to meet me.

I stopped to catch my breath, but also the adrenaline has worn off. My legs fall and I land on the branches and leaves-filled floor.

“Maybe, If I just rest for a second, I can regain some energy, and continue running,” I said breathing heavily.

My eyes slowly closed on me, that is until I hear a rustle, from my right, my breathing hitched, I slowly covered my mouth and crawled towards the nearest tree. A single light is illuminated, and I begin to choke back tears, “God, if you hear me, although I don't pray, please don't let them find me.”

“y/n?its me Red, y/n?”

Red!!

“RED!!!” I yelled out.

I ran towards Red, “man am I kinda glad to see you.” I said

Smirking “I'm glad to find you y/n” you ran 5 miles from Graceland”

“Don't remind me, let's get out of here.” laughing I tell Red.

Walking past Red, I make my way to his car “finally freedom,” I sigh

“Actually…. I have a better Idea” Red says.

Grabbing my arm, he pins me to the front of the car. Making a loud thud, wincing at the impact on my lower back.

“Red, what are you doing?!” we have to get out of here!” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Chuckling sinisterly, Red looks at you with lust-filled eyes. He slowly kisses your neck, one hand now grasping both my wrists, the other trying to touch my thighs.

“RED!” I yelled, he was supposed to take me home that was the deal. Why is he pulling a stunt like this I don't know.

“GET OFF OF ME” I yelled again. But there's no use. I’m trapped.

Closing my eyes for what is to come, I hear a click of a gun.

“Let her go”

I opened my eyes, seeing my hero in front of me. His silhouette was illuminated by the car beams.

Red turns around, having me in a chokehold now.

I'm struggling to break free but the tighter his grip gets. I started to lose air, his grip kept getting tighter and tighter the more I struggled to break free.

“Well, Well look who we have here,” Red said taunting the man in front of me.

“If it isn't our own notorious Memphis gang leader, in the flesh, Mr. Elvis Presley.” “What a matter E, surprised to see me with your girl.”

“Red your hurting me, *gasp* I can't breathe.” I struggled to say.

Suddenly I feel the cold sharp metal of a blade making its way toward my neck.

“Shut up, Bitch!.” Red said digging the blade deeper.

“ Son of a bitch, if you so goddamn hurt her I will….” said Elvis getting ready to shoot at any moment.

“Or what Elvis, you shoot me, she gets hurt. Face it, you lose,” said Red

Tears fall down my face, looking at Elvis, begging for him to save me. At this moment I just want to live, even if it means being saved by Elvis Presley.

“ Alright Red, you win,” Elvis said as he slowly dropped his gun, making sure not to break eye contact with the floor and the gun.

“Good, now y/n,” he said turning to me and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Let's get going now, baby.” struggling to break free now, I was thrashing every which way. When I saw I was getting closer to the passenger door, I bit Red's hand.

“Ahhh!!!” Red said as he lets me go. This was my moment to run, I dashed out of Red's reach and ran towards Elvis.

“Get back here!” Yelled Red, getting ready to use his blade on me, that was until Elvis grabbed his gun and shoots Red three times. Bullets flew past me, and I didn't look back. With a loud thud, Red was down. Blood seeped through his clothes and formed a puddle on the ground.

“y/n!” Elvis said with open arms. I made it to his arms and began to cry, I couldn't help it, everything that transpired was overwhelming.

“Shh, shh it's okay little one your safe now.” cooed Elvis.

Then out of nowhere, Elvis groans and falls to the ground, “Elvis? Elvis?!” Blood was pouring out of him. “Where did that bullet come from” - I said

“No, no Elvis please!” I cried, choking on tears.

“Elvis, you alright, we heard gunshots, and Oh my god,” said Jerry,

Chuckling, Elvis gasps out and says “Great timing boys.”

“Boys, hurry Elvis is hurt we have to get him to the nurse and fast!”

“Please do something!” I said, crying at the sight of the man who saved me.

“y/n, come on let's go,” said Jerry,

“Will Elvis be alright?” I said in a low voice,

Jerry turns and looks at me with a sympathetic look, saying “He will.”

Hours passed and we all went back to Graceland. I was waiting along with Jerry on Elvis.

“Damn what's taking the nurse so long,” said Jerry pulling at his hair.

From the hours that passed, I learned a few things about Elvis along with Jerry. Jerry was Elvis's close friend and confidant. He was second in command, which means whatever Elvis couldn't get to do or say Jerry was ready to go. Elvis lost his mother when he was just 23, which made him get into the gang business. His father left, leaving him all alone. To fend for himself. Years later he branched out, thus creating the Memphis Mafia. Jerry has been by his side since Elvis was 25.

“Wow, I can't imagine what that must have been for him,” I said, I couldn't help but feel terrible, for the life he lived. If maybe things would have been different, he wouldn't have had to be in this life.

Taking a sip of his coffee, Jerry breathe out and said “Yeah, his life hasn't been the best, but he means well y/n” “He's housed all of us for years, without him we would be nothing.” “He's saved me countless times and that's where my loyalty lies with him.”

“Maybe, he's not so bad after all,” I said shaking my head.

“Yeah, when you have some time y/n, Id love to share more with you about Elvis, that way you understand where he's coming from.”

Giggling I said “Id like that Jerry.”

Just then, the nurse was heading our direction, my heart thumping so fast, and hard, waiting to hear what the results were.

“Nurse! Tell us what happens to Elvis. Is he gonna pull through?” said Jerry,

“Yes Jerry, Elvis is gonna make a full recovery, he’s right now resting.” Said the nurse smiling.

“Oh thank god!” I breathed out, feeling a sense of ease and worry slip away.

“You must be y/n, pleasure to meet you, I'm nurse Jackie.” She said extending her hand to me.

Hesitating I look at Jerry and he gives me a warm smile, mouthing out to me “She’s trustworthy”

Turning back to Nurse Jackie, I said “pleasures all mine, Nurse, thank you for saving Elvis’s life”

Shaking her hand.

Nurse Jackie smiles and says “don't worry about it hun, not the first time I saved this man's life, from some crazy accident or situation.”

Laughing at her statement, I felt at ease.

“Well, I better get going, it was nice meeting you y/n, I'll see you soon,” Nurse Jackie said.

“Ohh, I almost forgot, here y/n” Nurse Jackie handed me some medications in a bottle.

“What's this nurse?”

“Those are Elvis's medications, those will help him with the pain. He just needs to take those every 6 hours, which is only an hour away, so you should be fine til then.”

“Will we be able to see Elvis today?” I asked the nurse in a hopeful voice. I don’t know where the care and love came from, especially towards Elvis Presley, but I can’t help but feel something.

“You like him,” My inner voice said. “He saved your life.” there it is again my inner voice rambling about why I'm feeling such things. I shake that feeling off me as I wait for my answer.

“At the moment no, but once he's awake I can have Jerry bring him to his room,” said Jackie.

Turning towards Jerry he gave me a sympathetic look and I breathed out saying ok, I'll head towards his room then.

“I'll see you later, Jerry. And thank you again Jackie” with that I head upstairs, making my way toward the familiar setting, and lay on Elvis’s bed, soon after sleep consumed me and for once I welcome darkness's sweet embrace.

Elvis POV:

“Do, you Elvis take y/n to be your wife.” I turn towards my blushing bride and say “I do”

“And do you y/n, take Elvis to be your husband, through sickness and in health til death do you part? “She turns to me but as she was about to say those words. I saw her gown turn red.

“Baby, what's happening?!”

“Jerry!” “Where the hell is everybody?!”

“Y/n baby stays with me please, please don't leave me, please.”

“Well, Well what do we have here….”

“Y/N!” I wake up from the nightmarish dream.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

“Where the hell am I”

Pain shoots from my abdomen, and head as I slowly recall the events that transpired.

“Y/N!” “Baby where are you?”

“Relax E, take it easy”

Turning towards my left I saw Jerry standing towards the door.

“Jerry, boy am I glad to see you! Why am I here in our private medical room.” Why do I have all these needles on me, Where is Y/N?”

I said trying to sit up, groaning as the pain becomes too unbearable.

“E, y/n is upstairs in your room, she's okay”

Sighing in relief. “She's okay,” my inner voice said.

“Well, what are we waiting for then take me to her, Jer!”

“Elvis we gotta talk about what happened just now, we could have lost you back there”

Jerry said as tears began to brim in the corner of his eyes.

“What happened, back there all I remember was y/n towards me and someone shooting towards me.”

“We arrived late at that scene E, but from what I recalled, Red was dying and someone shot you, after that, we don't know what happened.”

“You think it could have been our enemies?” I said, “who could have shot me”

“I don't know E, that's what I'm trying to piece together,” said Jerry.

Nurse Jackie says that you'll make a fast recovery but it's bed rest for a week, or two.

“TWO WEEKS!!! HELL NO!!!” I protested.

“I know E, but I'll tell ya that girl of yours is a brave one”

“What about her Jer?” I asked cautiously hearing what Jerry had to say.

“While you were here, she never left your side. We were staying outside and she did not once escape or even tried to. She stayed quiet, she even asked if we can both see you, but the nurse suggested for she heads upstairs.”

Cracking a small smile, I turn to Jerry and said: “ She did, did she now, you think she's warming up to me Jer?”

Laughing Jerry said, “I can only hope so E.”

As our laughter started to die down a little, I asked Jerry if he can take me to my room.

“Alight E, let's go”

And with that Jerry lifts me from my bed and takes me back to my room.

“Jer, there's one more thing I want you to do for me, can you call Lamar to me? I wanna talk to him.”

“You sure you won't try to hurt him?” said Jerry

Chucking I said, “no Jer, I want to apologize for my actions.”

“Alright E, I'll call him down” and with that Jerry pages, Lamar and Lamar come speeding fast.

Stuttering Lamar says “Yeeesss Boooosss”

“Lamar comes closer, I promise I won't hurt you.”

Lamar cautiously approaches me, couldn't blame him though, I did beat the shit out of him.

“Elvis?” Lamar says as he sees me opening my arms, he flinches

I embraced Lamar, in a hug and said “I'm sorry, Lamar, didn't mean for it to go that far”

Lamar tenses but soon releases it after a few seconds.

Patting my back gently he says “It's alright E, no harsh feelings, I'm glad you're okay tho.”

Nodding my head, I tell Lamar that I'll be resting, in my room for a bit. And then once I'm better we get back to taking care of business.

Chuckling Lamar says “you got it E, rest assured.”

And with that Lamar leaves and Jerry takes me to my room.

“I got it from here Jerry, you go on a rest its been a long day.”

“You sure, Elvis I don't mind taking you…”

“It's alright Jer”

“Alright, E I’ll see you later then”

“Thanks, Jerry, I'll see you later.”

Jerry turns around and heads straight to his room, leaving me alone with my black double doors. I slowly turn the door nob and peek inside. Seeing y/n sleeping on her side of the bed.

“She hadn't changed her clothes?”

“She doesn't have any,” my inner voice said, which reminds me to make a mental note to get her some things.

Slowly making my way towards her, I sit down on the bed, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ears.

y/n groaning, and opens her eyes slowly, leaning towards my touch.

“Didn't mean to wake you little, I'm going to head to the shower, and get these garments off me, there are some extra shirts on this dresser, If you want to change too.”

y/n nods slowly as I get up, she grabs my arm and says “stay, please.”

Turning towards her slender, body I sat down on the bed again.

“Okay, little I will.”

I slowly make my way toward my side of the bed, y/n gets up and helps me lay myself down.

“Easy, Elvis, easy,” she says in a hushed tone. What surprises me the most was the fact once I lay down, she places her head on my chest and cuddled towards me.

“Elvis?” she says, looking up at me,

“Yes, little one,” I said looking down at her, our eyes locking, her y/e/c and my blue orbs becoming one, I slowly leaned in some more as did she.

We were centimeters apart but close enough to feel each other's breaths.

Her lips brushed mine and we began our entanglement. It was a soft but passionate kiss. Nothing like I ever experienced before.

Groaning into the kiss, y/n stopped kissing and proceeded to kiss my neck, slowly trailing down my chest.

“Little, what are you doing?” I breathe out. The feeling of her kisses sent a shock wave to my body.

“Shhhh, I want you to relax and enjoy it.” She says as she continues to trail further down.

Using whatever strength I had left in my body, I got up and pulled her closer to me.

“I don't want you to be doing something out of force now, I want this just as much as anybody else, but I am willing to wait if I have to,” I said.

y/n looked up at me, smiled, and pecks me on the lips saying, “ I want to, Elvis.”

We kiss one more time, while she slowly undoes the buttons on her shirt, dried blood still on it from the events earlier. She throws it somewhere and I am revealed in all her glory, all she had on was lace white panties and no bra.

“You look beautiful, baby,” I said.

Groaning as the pain from my injury begins to take full effect on me again.

“Shit,” I said. “Elvis, something wrong?” y/n said worriedly thinking that maybe she may have hurt him in some way or form.

“Little, I'm alright, I just have a minor injury here.” “We just gotta be extra careful to not open the wound up.”

She looks up at me and begins to gently touch my world with her delicate fingers.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to lay down for me. I wanna show you want exactly you do to me.”

She complies with my orders, her eyes are no longer her usual hue, they are darker filled with curiosity and lust.

“That's it, baby, just relax okay.”

y/n lays down on my bead and I began, kissing her lips once more, I hover over her and break our kiss. I make my way toward her neck, gently pecking until I hear her moan. “Gotcha” I smirked. I took extra time on that side, seeing as it was her sweet spot.

“Elvis”, she moaned out.

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy baby,” I said noticing my breath causing her body to shiver.

My hands were exploring her body, her curves, her lines, and my lips kept going lower and lower towards her panties.

“You ready little,” I said, grabbing the hem of her panties,

Nodding she eagerly awaits what I am about to do.

“No little, I need to hear you say it, are you ready,” I said again making sure my voice was sharp and lowered.

“Yes,” she says, her excitement getting the best of her.

“Good” I placed a kiss on her stomach and began to pull her panties off her legs

I kiss her inner thighs, making sure to bit and nip leaving my mark on them.

“Mine,” I said as I continued to kiss and mark her thighs.

“Elvis, mmmm, don't tease.” Y/N moans out.

I moan onto her inner thigh, “Baby, you sound so divine moaning out my name like that.” “Keep doing it.”

I continued to make my way toward her core, I paused making sure I was making eye contact with her, “eyes on me little, one. I want to see your reaction when I do this.” With that, I pursed my lips a blew air onto her core.

y/n shivered and silently moaned. She kept moving trying to get my face to connect with her core. I licked my lips and made my way to her aching core.

Throwing her head back, and arching her back in the process. I kept licking and sucking her core. Feeling as her nectar drips down my chin. I moaned out, loving this feeling of control I have over her. No one can make her feel this good but me.

“Elvis, mmmm, Elvisss ahh” she screamed, bucking her hips, y/n reaches for my hair and brings me in closer. I placed my hand on her stomach to keep her from moving, I want her to stay in place and enjoy every minute of this, just as much as I am.

“Elvis, mmm I'm... I'm gonna… cum..” y/n breathed out, removing myself from her core, slick trailed from her core to my lips. Licking them off me, I stood up and told her “Not yet little”

“What! Elvis, I wanna, Oh my god” she moans out as I decided to draw circles on her bud. Making sure my pace was slower.

“Elvis, oh god!” she cried out “Elvis, please faster,”

Instead of going faster, I added a finger inside her, going in and out while also stroking her bud.

“Fuck! Elvis, yes... Just.. like that..” y/n head has now succumbed to the pillow and her hands using the sheets to claw at them.

“Baby, you want to cum?” I teased. Making sure to create a lasting effect on her.

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?” I teased. Smirking as I saw her facial expressions each time adding pressure.

She nods, which wasn't the response I was looking for, so I went in adding a second finger to her dripping core.

“Ahhhhh!” she moaned, “now, little we went over this, I want you to speak.” “ You that pretty little mouth of yours for me,” I said.

“Now, I'm gonna ask again” this time going in and out a little faster and using my thumb to create circles on her bud some more. “Do you wanna cum for daddy?” I said.

“Yes! Yes daddy, please let me cum!” she moans.

Smirking I say “Cum for daddy baby”

And with that y/n lets out a moan and her euphoria drips out of her. Leaving her in a state of relaxation and want.

As her slick drips out of her and onto my hands, I removed my fingers and licked them.

“Mmmm, you taste like honey,” I said as I continued to lick my fingers.

y/n blushed, a bright red. “That, that was….” she breathed out.

“Use your words little or do you want me to give you another round.” Smirking I said, as I slowly made my way back to my side of the bed.

My pants felt tighter than before, my cock twitching for it to be released. For it to be buried inside. I try my best to fix the situation but to my dismay, it was no use.

y/n turns to me and sees what is currently going on. “Elvis” she breathes out. “Yes, little one,” I said, my eyes not leaving her gaze.

She gets up from her side and gently straddles me. “Little what are you doing?” I said as I was about to get up, but the pain from my injury shoots up instead, having me to get back down. y/n notices and puts her hand on my chest, drawing circles. Her hand makes it's way lower and lower to my belt.

She swiftly undoes my belt loops and removed them. She then unhooks my button and unzips my pants leaving me in my briefs.

“Little what are you doing?” I asked again to which she replies “ Shhhh” she grinds her hips onto my aching cock, having me throw my head back groaning. “You pleased me, I want to please you tonight.” She said and she continues to grind her hips onto my cock.

Grabbing her hips I stopped her and looked her in the eyes and said, “are you sure? We don't have to do this now?” she silences me with a kiss and says “I want to”

Y/n proceeded by removing my briefs causing my hard-on to spring and hit my stomach. Her eyes widened with shock and amusement. “How are you big” she whispered, “Well when I was younger, let's just say my nickname wasn't coke bottle for nothing. But that's a story for a later time.” I said chuckling.

She looks down, and gently grabs hold of my cock, groaning at the sudden contact. “y/n” I moaned out. She begins to move her hand up and down, creating the friction it so desperately pleaded.

“y/n, please go faster.” I groaned, gripping the sheets. She complied and went faster at a pace I have, never experienced before.

“Fuck, baby your so good, ugh!” I groaned. Bucking my hips into obtaining more friction.

Pre-cum started to ooze out of me as y/n used her thumb to glide some of it all over the tip.

“Baby, mmmm” I moaned out loud. She then stops out of nowhere.

Breathing heavily wondering why she stopped. I saw that she grabs my cock once more and slowly places it where her hole is, sliding down gently til she reached fullness.

“Fuck!” we both moaned.

y/n once in a comfortable position began to ride me. Slowly building momentum as she grinds her hips back and forth adding a little bounce to the mix. I gently grab onto her hips to steady her pacing.

“y/n, baby” I moaned feeling her tight core. “Elvis, oh god, Elvis” she moans throwing her head back in the process. y/n proceeds to speed up the pace and her walls begin to hit my cock, in and out, in and out.

I bucked my hips adding more pleasure, causing both of us to moan out. “Elvis” y/n says mouth wide open, grabbing onto my chest. Digging her nails. “I'm so close”

That was my cue, I gently turned us around letting me be on top, and began to pump myself in and out of her. Hitting her g-spot each time. We both moaned, sweat dripping from my forehead. Groaning at the mix of pleasure and pain, I “stupid injury” I thought. But I was gonna push away the pain for later.

I brought y/n legs over my shoulders, deeping each thrust. “Elvis!” “Harder!” she cries out.

I pumped harder until I felt I was about to burst. “Elvis… I'm gonna… cum” she breathes out, arching her back in the process.

Kissing her lips, I pulled out, both of us coming together from our highs.

Just as soon as I saw, y/n relax, I rolled back onto my side of the bed, breathing heavily.

Turning my head I saw y/n breathing heavily along with feeling the sense of tiredness consume her.

Slowly getting up, I grab some towels, for us to clean ourselves up. One clean, I laid back down, on the bed, looking at my injury and seeing my gauze begin to seep some blood.

“I may have overdone it.” Chuckling to myself. y/n turns to me and notices my gauze bleeding.

“Oh, my Elvis your bleeding again,” She said in a state of panic.

Kissing her forehead I tell her, not to worry. “Before I forget Elvis, Nurse Jackie gave me some of your medicine. If you like you can take one that way in the morning, you won't be in so much pain.”

Turning towards y/n, I looked at her and said, “ nurse Jackie gave you some medicine, now why didn't you tell me sooner, little” grabbing her sides to bring her in closer to me. y/n yelps and giggles saying “I must have gotten a little carried away.”

“ you know where the medicine is now?”

“Yes, it's inside that drawer.”

Turning towards where she was pointing, I made my way towards the drawer and grabbed my bottle prescribed to Elvis Presley. The directions say Take every 6 hours to avoid any further injury and to help with the healing process.

Opening the bottle I grab one pill and grab a glass of water. Chucking the water along with the drug. Placing the glass cup down, I saw y/n already falling asleep. Smiling at the sight I made my way towards her, grabbing onto our stained sheets, I wrapped her body along with mine, bringing her in closer.

Kissing her forehead I said, “goodnight, little I love you.” with that the effects of the drug kicked in and I slowly enter into slumber wishing for y/n to repeat those same words to me someday.

Wowwww!! What do we think about this monster of a chapter? That was a wild ride!

Thank you to my loves @erutluve and @plasticfantasticl0ver

Also want to say thank you to @gracie-lynn123 for commenting on my latest post! your message was very sweet! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I can't wait for y'all to read chapter 9! Stay tuned for another exciting chapter.

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