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[syntheticavenger]

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I made this one so easy but can you guess the trope? Trying something a little different but we'll see where this goes with Troubled Tropes.

Soft Dark! Tyler Rake x Female Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of past sex, abduction, language.

Summary | High profile jobs are the hardest to leave.

Fingers flex against the steering wheel, the non-stop rain pattering on the windshield that hits so loudly that it almost covers up the sound of your quiet sobs. The backseat is in disarray, papers blanketing the seats from your fury of trying to find the burner phone that was supposedly tucked under the seat. 

It’s only moments now until he arrives. Until they arrive, to interview you, remind you of the reason you’re here and bring you back to the place you left once already. 

Twice.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

Their patience would be something to commend if you were not on the other side of it, reaching with a shaky hand to press in the start button for the engine, hearing it attempt to turn over before reminding yourself to stay calm.

That’s the first paragraph of your handbook, your training that you spend weeks to learn. Keeping calm means seeing the cracks in your sanity before it explodes. The gun on the passenger seat is the only thing you can focus on, knowing it’s loaded with one bullet and Russian Roulette has never been your favorite game.

Your phone vibrates again, another number appearing on the screen before it disappears and then another follows. There are multiple trackers inside the car – some you’ve found and others you know you never will.

When the next number appears, it’s one you know, one that you trusted once before.

“This mission,” the female robotic voice on the other end speaks when you answer. “Cannot fail.”

“I quit.”

Your reply is shaky but enough for you to get a boost of adrenaline at the sound of the voice.

“This mission cannot fail. Authorities are en route to your location. Please remain calm. Your cooperation is most appreciated.”

Authorities is a stretch from what you’ve learned.

Pressing on the brake and pushing start again, the vehicle roars to life, giving you a sense of hopefulness before you accelerate.

-

“Mr. Rake,” the hotel manager greets, his hands behind his back. “I’m afraid there is a matter I must make you aware of.”

The guests at his table turn their head, Tyler wiping his mouth with a napkin before he nods for the manager to continue, who hesitates for a moment with the men who are also staring.

“Are you sure, Sir?”

“Anything you can say to me, they are allowed to hear, I assure you,” Tyler coaxes. “Please. As you were saying?”

“I just received word that your wife has gone missing from your hotel suite.”

Tyler nods, taking a sip of his drink.

“For how long?”

“I’m not sure, Sir. She went up there for a turndown service and reported back to me immediately.”

The hotel manager watches Tyler open an app on his phone, raising an eyebrow while his fingers move quickly on the keyboard, sending a message before placing his phone back into his suit jacket.

“I appreciate the update. She’ll be back soon.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Nodding to the men at the table, he stands.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to retrieve something rather precious. I’ll be back soon.”

Excusing himself from the table, he laughs to himself, shaking his head at the news before making another phone call.

“Prep the room,” he says, heading toward his car. “Make sure she has her favorite dinner prepared.”

-

The car is deadweight, sitting on the side of the road while you wait for the inevitable. It’s almost laughable now, seeing the city limit sign a mere few feet in front of you. It’s a game that you know he likes to play – giving you a false sense of hope. Going back means reliving every move you’ve made on camera. The itemized list of charges that will be read against you will also include your contract, the vows you’ve made when you promised to uphold the job.

You laugh when you think about it, a simple smile before you accept your fate. It isn’t a job anymore. You have to wonder if it ever was. Stakeouts were late – even later than you ever questioned to the point of lack of sleep and loose words meant sharing more than you ever wanted. Your hopes and dreams, meted out under the night sky and coffee in thermos cups to a job offer you couldn’t refuse.

The lights from the car behind you are blinding, your defeat well on your face when you hear the door close, footsteps approaching. The dead car you’re in now springs to life but you know better – the accelerator isn’t operable and for a moment, you list your head to the side, seeing the familiar face you used to see in your dreams.

And now in your nightmares.

When the door opens, the cold air and rain hits  your skin, your eyes on one thing.

The ring between his fingers is within reach, Tyler slipping it on your finger.

“Mrs. Rake, we simple have to do something about your running away. You should know that I’m everywhere,” Tyler reminds you with a slight shake of his head. “You signed a contract, remember?”

“You know as well as I do that it wasn’t real.”

“Oh, it’s real. You needed nurturing. You were a sad little case, telling me your sob stories, hmm? And I made it all go away. You liked the wedding, you liked the attention.”

“It wasn’t real,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Real enough for you to play along. Real enough for you never take off that ring. Admit it. You like the chase, the retrieval and how I ease that ache that spreads between your legs and to your belly.”

His fingers slide down to the juncture of your thighs.

“No one can fuck you the way I can. That’s why you run. Addiction hurts, baby. I know it does. But loneliness hurts worse.”

“I quit.”

“You sure did, baby. That’s why you’re mine now. Who needs a work wife when I have a real one?”

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Tyler Rake Drabbles & Shorts

“Baby, I don’t play games, and neither should you. Now, do as you’re told.” Each drabble is categorised under its own prompt.

“Lie back and let me lick this pretty little pussy until you can’t feel your legs any longer.”

“Little kitten. You know better than to make me tell you twice. Now, bend.”

“Bend over, sweetheart. Let me spank that pretty little arse while I fuck you rough.”

“We’ve been waiting for you. Now, take your clothes off and come over here.”

“Baby, I don’t play games, and neither should you. Now, do as you’re told.”

“You like the way my fingers feel, huh?”

“I’m tired, but not so tired that I don’t wanna be all over you.”

“I’ve never been tied up before, but if you’re the one doing it, I might allow it.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

The Flowers of Waverley Road, Part 2

You Can Have it All

Summary:  you have a suitor

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader (Lavender)

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, choking, female masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, mentions of forced arranged marriages, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

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You flutter your eyes open as the first ray of light shines through your windows.  Groaning, you flip to the side away from the window and deeper into your pillows, but the damage is done.  It was enough movement, and enough irritation to your eyes that you can’t sleep.  Sitting up in the bed isn’t much better.  A bedroom for a child.  You hated coming to this house.  It was secluded and away from everything, and your father still insisted on having you put up in a room fit for a ten year old princess.

Things are too fluffy, and too pink, and too…childish.  How were you ever going to get Ari inside of you if this was your room?  He would see this space and think of you as a child.  It would never do.  But what would even be better is a swim to clear your mind, and think of a way to let your father change things a bit.  At least it could keep you busy.

Hopping out of the bed, you start towards the closet, but stop almost immediately.  No one should be here, save for Ari, and possibly Tyler.  He was always here.  If you are to be here with them, you should be able to have fun, right?

And what better way to get Ari’s attention than being naked, again?  With a smirk you walk down the grand staircase.  This house has way too much space for one person, and yet here you were.  That stupid ass rule of Ari not being allowed in the house.  Tyler was, but he wasn't supposed to be too close.  That didn’t work out well the last time.  

Going to the fridge, you’re at least thankful that the chef had prepared some food for you to eat.  Making adorable little fruit cups that you grab, and a bottle of water before walking out to the pool.  Tyler was most likely around, somewhere, but who cares? You take off your shirt, throwing it to the side when he clears his throat, and you swish to the side, showing off way too much of your body.

“Cover yourself up,” Tyler grunts at you, lifting his head up to the sky.

“Aww, Ty Ty, you don’t want to look?” Another grunt alerts you that he didn’t want to look at your body.

He lowers his gaze to look at you as he steps forward.  Reaching a hand to touch your hip.  It wasn’t the same as when Ari touched you, but there was a bit of a tingle.  Excitement over what he was going to do, “Cover yourself up.”

“What if I don’t want to?” This wasn’t going how you thought.  Tyler wasn’t interested.  Always business with him.

“I really don’t give a fuck.  There will be someone working here.  You also have a visitor today, and trust me, he doesn’t want to see you strutting around like a little whore.  Cover yourself up, and get back in the fucking house.  You’re puppy dog eyes and hard nipples won’t work on me,” Tyler drops his hand off your hip, and you turn away.  Grabbing up your shirt, and yogurt parfait.  Tears start to fill your eyes.

“It worked with Violet,” you mumble over your breath, and Tyler jerks you towards his body.  Your things drop to the ground, and your yogurt parfait shatters onto the pavement.  Lip trembling when his hand holds tight to your neck.

“You better keep your mouth shut.  If you want someone to fuck you so bad, I’m sure the gentleman coming by today would have no problem leaning you over the table and taking you from behind.  And you would do best to keep your mouth shut about Violet.  You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You fucked her first.  Beat Jack to what he paid for,” you try to cover up your chest now.  Awkwardly wrapping your arms around your body so he couldn’t see anything.  The thrill was gone.  You were afraid of the man that was supposed to be your guard.  “You took her…”

“It was consensual.  The only time she had sex that really was.  You think her life is easy?  Sold off to an old man just so your father could get money.  She lays on her back or is on her knees every night while Jack takes what he wants.  I did your sister a fucking favor.  Yeah, we fucked.  She asked me to.  She didn’t want the first time she laid down with a man to be a contract.  But you being desperate with every dick that comes here is going to get you in trouble.  Not everyone in this world is kind.  And if your father knew that his daughter was soiled before Jack got to her, there would be hell to pay for both me and her.  Is that what you want?” Tyler’s growls turn to whispers in your ear, and he lowers his hand from around your neck when Ari walks towards the house.  

“Everything okay?” He shouts, and you nod your head, grabbing up your shirt to pull over yourself up.  “You sure?”

“She said she was fine, Levinson.  Sometimes she just needs a reminder on how to be a good little girl,” his mouth gets right at your ear, and you shudder.  “Keep your mouth closed about your sister.  You have no idea the game you’re getting into.  Get dressed, and decent.  You will have a visitor later.  Keep your tits covered.”

You didn’t like it.  In fact you hated it.  Hated Ari having to see you in that vulnerable state, but worse, hearing Tyler’s words.  He didn’t ask you how you knew what he and Violet were doing, but you know what you saw.  Violet had a man in her room, and it wasn’t the man she was going to marry.  

Huffing in frustration, you stomp up to your room.  Irritated and hungry.  He ruined your breakfast, and your swim.  Why did he have to be here?  Tyler had fucked many women, you was sure of that.  But you didn’t understand how your sister got to be a withering little thing under someone, in this very house.  What were the parameters of that relationship?  How did Violet approach Tyler?

Getting frustrated even more you look at that stupid giant teddy bear.  He was mocking you.  It wasn’t fair.  Everyone had left you, leaving you in this hell hole all alone.  No one trusted you or told you what was going on.  They treated you like a child.  A stupid baby.  You aren’t either.  You are tired of the lies and secrets that everyone seemed to keep from you.

Slamming that teddy bear flat on the bed, you pull off your shorts, and move to straddle it.  Slowly starting to grind on the stuffed animal.  Lifting your head back to the ceiling as you try and work out your frustrations.  Stunted, and didn’t even know it.  Begging for something you just didn’t understand.  Awkward in ways, and oh so desperate for attention and love.

Gyrating over the bear, you try and get out of your head.  Try to forget about the people coming and going in this house.  Rocking over it harder has your moaning, angrily searching for relief, and wishing the bear could touch you back.  Your hands grip your tits, and you give them a pinch as you say Ari’s name out loud.  He would touch you.  He wouldn’t leave you to do all the work.

A tap on the window has you screeching, and scrambling off the toy.  Rolling over on the bed, you use the teddy to cover yourself up, but Ari gives you a bit of a wave, “Why don’t you open the window?”

“You gonna come in here and fuck me?” You were right at the precipice of release, and he interrupted things.  It was the least he could do.

“No,” he answers abruptly.  You were a joke to everyone.  “But I will watch you put on a show for me.  See you fuck your toy, pretending it was me,” your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and your vision goes red.  Just how long was he watching you?  And who would he tell?  “I could always teach you how to suck cock.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” if he was going to mock you, you weren’t going to be sucking his dick.

“Didn’t stop me last time.  Come on, princess.  Let ole Ari in.  If you don’t want the teddy, you want that desperate little pussy to straddle my thighs while I suck on those titties? I’ll let you move on me like you did that toy.  Yeah, I know you do.  Want my fingers to fuck that tight little twat,” he starts to chuckle when your hips start hunching the air.  “You are a needy little thing, and I’m trying to help you.  You said no sex last time.”

“But there’s a bed this time,” you counter.  If he was going to make fun of you, he could at least fuck you.

“Oh, well, maybe we should get to know each other first.  Open the window, and I’ll do whatever you want me to, besides fucking.  It’ll be our little secret,” walking to the window, you unlock it, allowing him entrance into your room.  Trying to cover yourself up as best you can.

Ari backs you up to the bed, and you slowly sink down, gulping as he spreads your legs, “You can make me stop at any time, okay?” He asks, licking his lips like he was about to get the best meal of his life.

“Okay,” nodding eagerly he presses one hand on your stomach, and the other slides up your leg.  Reaching your lips, he pulls them apart wide, and kitten licks your bundle of nerves.  Tongue flicking over your bean when you whimper, “What are you doing?”

“I am going to make you feel really good, and you’re going to talk to me.”

“But…”

“Shh,” he whispers, swiping two fingers up your slit.  “You want me to fuck you?” You don’t hesitate to nod your head.  It was finally going to happen.  All your sisters had lost their virginity in this very house, but you hadn’t expected this.  “Well, let me have some fun stretching you out.  No sex today.”

You give him a little whine, but it changes to mewls as those two fingers slip into your warmth, and you look down between your legs watching him work your tight hole.  Pumping his thick digits into you, and scissoring his finger.  Stretching out the skin as much as he can, “I know.  That is a big stretch.  My cock is much thicker.  Now tell me, what was happening between you and the guard.”

“He hates seeing me.”

“Why?” Ari’s brow cocks up, and his thumb adds pressure to your clit.  Sound turns to static, and you hear nothing at all only feel.  Feel him giving you the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life, “Uh uh.  I asked you a question.”

“He took Violet’s virginity.  I saw them in her room the night before her wedding.”

“Doesn’t matter.  He just keeps people away from you.  It’s his job.  What isn’t his job is fucking your sister.  Why did he send you inside?” There was more to that interaction, and Ari needs to know what was going on in this weird little house.

“Ah, Ari,” you moan prayers up to the ceiling.  His fingers were magical, and you couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him.  “Ari!”

“You quit answering me, I quit fingering you.  Why did Tyler send you inside?”

“Someone’s coming,” Ari knew it.  Magnus was setting his daughters up as bait.  Depending on who was coming to see you would change the way that Ari felt.  

“You’re not going to come if you don’t tell me who.  Who would be coming all the way out here?”

“A man,” Ari’s fingers start to slow down, and you become desperate to feel some relief.  “It’s what daddy always does.  He brings men out here to see us.  Men that want to marry us.  I whined, and — and…someone is probably coming to look at me.”

Ari wants to vomit.  Magnus was parading his daughters around like cattle.  Especially the youngest two.  All but two were married off.  “Why isn’t Lotus married?”

“She can’t have kids,” this man could pull out every bit of information he wanted at this moment.  You are completely pliable to his motions. It wasn’t Ari’s favorite thing, but you were proving to be useful.

“What?  What do you mean, she can’t have kids?”

“She…she was sick when she was younger.  Nobody wants her because — because,” your walls are clenching around his fingers.  You had been most helpful, but you still had yet to divulge what he really needed to know.  Judging by the pupils of your eyes and how wide they were blown, it was amazing he had gotten that information from you.  

He pumps himself in and out of your warmth, waiting on you to see fireworks before he questions some more.  A man was coming by to see you.  That was making things a bit difficult.  Magnus was speeding things up.  But the question still remained, would it be a quick courting like how Jack wanted Violet right away.  Or would it be a long drawn out relationship like how August was with Orchid.  August actually valued his wife.  Jack treated Violet like his property.

You lay back on the bed, letting Ari take all that he wanted of you.  Screaming out in pleasure before you start to see stars.  He was definitely better than a teddy bear.  Pulling his fingers out of your warmth, he rubs your slick over your puffy lips before he sucks his fingers dry.  “What happened to Lotus?”

“She had surgery, and she can’t have kids,” your voice was light as air.  You were going to be so easy.  “That’s why she’s alone.”

“Nick?”

“Business partner,” you didn't know everything.  Blinded by your own needs, you didn’t even see that Lotus and Nick were completely in love, and she was fighting him.  At least Ari knew now.  Knew why Lotus was ‘undesirable’ by Magnus’ disgusting business partners.  It was obvious what Dahlia’s problem was.  Married to a criminal.  “Ari, can you marry me?”

“I’m not vying for your hand.  And who do you think is coming to visit you?”

“There’s a younger Bass,” Magnus was too predictable.  If he was going to be archaic he could spread out the wealth.  Marry his daughters off to other wealthy men.  “There’s more.”

“I bet there is.  Nothing like tight young pussy.  Princess, maybe you should sleep.  Will you let me know if Tyler tries to harm you again?” You give him a nod of your head and a tired smile.  “And maybe we can talk about your suitor tomorrow.  I just want to protect you.  This is a strange world you live in.  Maybe put on a show for me while I work.  I can reward you later.  It’ll be our little secret.  No one knows what you feel like.”

“You should just marry me,” desperate girl.  You were ready for the first man to give you any attention to open up.  Your father was despicable, but he was also going to get you in trouble.  This was not Ari’s mission, nor plan.  He didn’t know if your information would be useful, but the fact that you so easily shared things could come in handy.

“Close your eyes, and go to sleep,” he smirks, walking back to your window.  He hauls himself up onto the roof, and you flip to the other side, away from the window.  You wonder if this is what Violet felt before she got married.  Is that why she decided to give it up to Tyler?  

So many questions run through your mind.  You can hear Ari start beating on the roof, and there is no way you can sleep.  It was beautiful.  Wrong in so many ways.  Daddy would hate to know you were screwing around with someone not worth anything.  Looking at your phone, you grab it up, giving your favorite sister a call.

“Lavs, what is it you need, sissy?”

“Tyler won’t let me go outside,” straight to complaining.  If anyone could get something figured out about Tyler, it would be her.

Lotus rolls her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Nick to close the door.  “That is what he was instructed to do.  Daddy and Nick will be by later to bring someone to you.”

“It’s a future husband, isn’t it?”

“Not that simple.  There’s a few.  A twenty year old virgin worth millions, and a stake in Romano family business.  It’s a good deal,” Lotus hates the way those words roll off her tongue.  If she had it her way, this will be over before you are to be wed.

“How old are they?”

“None as old as Jack Bass.  Bart’s son is interested.  Along with his rival, and…why do you care?  Weren’t you whining the other day about getting married?  You have a long line of people wanting to marry you.  And need I remind you that Tyler sees everything?  Let’s not forget the cameras.  If daddy hears about you nude sunbathing, he will have a camera pointed right at your window.  Keep your naked tits inside.  Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Explain it to me,” you pretty much had an idea of what she was saying, but like everyone else in the family, they spoke in codes.  “I don’t think I quite understand.”

“Let’s say you want to take your future in your own hands, like the rest of us did, all in their own way.  If you expose yourself where there are cameras, or you flirt with the builder while your tits are hanging out, you better believe that the security detail to your bedroom will be higher.  Lavender, you were babied, and I fear you have no instinct on how to behave.  How to use your body for information.  How to take what you want and to not let any man tell her what she was going to get.  And if you want to fuck around with Ari, make sure you don’t do it where people can see.  Nick is no idiot.”

“Did he like what he saw?”

“No,” Lotus answers shortly.  “He thinks you look desperate and needy.  Said that he fears for girls that are willing to do anything for dick.  Just make sure you’re showered and dressed by five.  Nick will be there with someone for you to meet.  Daddy may or may not be there.  And Lavs, dress nice.  No tits hanging out.  You want to look demure, and unattainable.  You wanted a husband, so daddy is finding you one.”

You worry now if that’s ever really what you wanted.  A child making wishes for something she didn’t understand.  One thing you did know was that it was boring out here all alone.  You didn’t care if this visit didn’t amount to anything.  It was going to be nice not to have to eat alone.  Converse alone.  But to have actual conversations.  And someone to literally check you out.  That was the scary thought.  You didn’t realize all that had gone into finding Violet a husband.  And now you feared for this meeting.

“Lav, can you come downstairs?” You sit up on your bed, looking at Nick.  “There’s someone here that wants to meet you.”

“Is daddy here?” Nick shakes his head, and motions for you to follow him out the door.  He wouldn’t fully step foot into your bedroom.  “I don’t want to marry a Bass.”

“You wanted a husband.  Your father decided to open up the bids,” you gasp, staring at him horrified.  “Remember Lotus telling you to live your life when Violet was getting married?  This is how it works.  It’s not some fairytale fantasy.  Men pay your father a lot of money for you to take their last name.  Your father’s business continues running as it has been.  You wanted this.”

“It is a Bass, isn’t it?” Nick nods his head, and you want to whine more.  This is not what you were thinking when you said you wanted to get married.  Why were your sisters always right?  Why did they have the ability to foresee things such as this.

“He’s only a few years older than you,” you roll your eyes as you go to stand.  There was no arguing.  You were meant to be seen as an obedient woman.  “Hey,” Nick lifts your chin up to look at him, “It could be worse.”

“How so?”

“You could feel that you don’t deserve happiness because your father made you feel that way, so you run away from something that’s real.  But what would I know about that?” Maybe there was more to him and your sister, but right now you were miserable.  You didn’t want to meet this boy.  Not when Ari was just down the road.  “It’s just one meeting.  We don’t know if he’ll be interested in you past tonight.  Make the most of it.  Trust me,” he gives you a wink as he holds his arm out for you to go downstairs.

“What does that mean?” You hear him chuckle behind you, and you stop in the hallway, “What does that mean, Nicholas?  Why should I trust you?”

“Don’t Nicholas, me.  Only my — Lotus is the only one that can say that.  Trust me in the fact that nothing is always what it seems,” riddles.  There were always riddles when it came to this business.  Huffing out your irritation, you start walking forward, but Nick grabs your arm.

“Ari isn’t here by accident.  If he asks you questions, don’t resist answering.”

“I — I don’t.”

“No,” Nick shakes his head vigorously.  “Don’t…don’t fall for him.  He is a friend, but don’t…goddamit.  While you’re meeting with Chuck, I need to speak with Ari.  I knew your perky tits were going to be too much for him to resist.  That…no, Lavender.  Don’t.  You don’t know what you’re playing at.”

“Then tell me,” when Nick shakes his head, you spin on your heels.  Not saying another word as you walk down to the formal sitting area, and Chuck stands up immediately.  Re-buttoning his jacket as he bows his head towards you.  This wasn’t going to be the normal greeting.  He was being kind because he had an audience.  

You look back at Nick, and shake your head, “Don’t leave me,” you whisper.  Something about Chuck was setting off your alarms.  Instead of heading to the door, Nick walks over to the bar cart, asking what Chuck would want.

“Straight scotch.  And for you?” You want to vomit.  The sound of his voice was atrocious.  

“I don’t drink.  I’m not old enough.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I said, no,” his mouth tightens up, and you see his jaw pulsing.  You said the wrong thing.  And you didn’t care.  You meant what you said.  He could fuck all the way off for all you cared.  This was going to be a long night.

“Tyler,” Nick straightens his jacket as he watches you retreat upstairs for the night.  Dragging your feet up each step.  Putting on a show had exhausted you, and he saw the same thing he did with Violet.  A bit of your life fade away, “I thought I told you to make sure she kept her clothes on.”

“I suppose you want me to stand outside her bedroom and make sure her tits are properly covered before she leaves?” Tyler’s brow cocks up.  There was no taming a horny girl.

“Didn’t stop you before.  Everyone in this fucking house knows what you were doing.  They like you, so they’re keeping it from Magnus.”

“Everything I did was consensual.  Can Jack Bass say the same?  I saw her the other night.  Fucking skin and bones.  Magnus signed her life away the minute he agreed to that marriage.  He’s…”

“I know.  Why do you think we’re doing this?  You said yourself, you’re a soldier and that’s all you wanted to be.  You said you had no feelings for her.”

“I don’t!” Tyler shouts at him, starting to pace in the foyer.  “I told her I felt nothing.  The only thing I felt was the wetness between her legs,” Nick hits him hard on the shoulder, and Tyler shakes his head.  “You know what I mean.  She begged me.  That girl was sold to slaughter.  Magnus looks at his daughters only as cattle.  Breeding tools for sick and twisted men with deep pockets.  Even Orchid…”

“Is happily married.  Don’t bring up fucking breeding to me.  Don’t be an ass.  I get it.  Violet came to you.  She wanted to own something in her life.  Leave Orchid and August out of this, and remember your part.  We’re going to right what was wrong.  Do you understand, soldier?” Tyler responds with a grunt, and a quick nod.  “Make sure the alarms are on.  Don’t trust her.  She plays dumb.  I don’t think she’s as dumb as she wants us to believe.  Smart girl.”

Nick stares up the grand staircase before leaving for the evening.  He had a long drive, and he was ready to crawl into bed with a beautiful Lotus flower beside him.  But first, one more thing.  He needed to remind Ari what his part was.  And it didn’t include sex.  He couldn’t stop you, but he could stop Ari.  At least he hoped.

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[chemicalalice]

Fic: All My Words in a Touch - Kinktober Day 24

Title: All My Words in a Touch

Summary: He was a hard man, living a hard life, in a hard world. Words weren't easy.

Pairing: Tyler Rake x female!Reader

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!

Word count: 1359

AN: Another bruised and broken man I love to give some love to

He was a hard man, living a hard life, in a hard world. And even then, he still kept the worst of it from you.

You were a realist. You knew there were pieces inside of Tyler Rake that were shattered and no matter how much you loved him, you would never be able to put those pieces back together again. It didn't matter to you, though. You weren't looking to fix him. You loved him as he was. All you wanted was to be the bit of calm, that bit of softness, he so desperately longed for.

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Rake liked being in control. It was rare that you got to have him like this. This being drowsy with sleep and spread out beneath you as you sat astride his thighs, his cock buried deep inside you.

"Baby-"

"Shhhh." You shushed him gently, and leaned down to kiss him, feeling his soft groan as your breasts pressed against his chest. "Just relax."

It was early, the grey light of dawn filtering in through your sheer curtains and filling the room. Everything was quiet and still, the sounds of gentle breathing the only thing breaking the silence as you rode him slowly.

He was often brusque, almost cold, in his dealings with most people; not one to mince words or draw things out. And you knew when people saw this, they assumed this was how he was in all aspects of his life. But with you, he was different. He was gentle, soft, and you knew he tried to do everything in his power to give you the world. He was haunted by the ghosts of his past, the sins he felt he had to atone for, and the fear that he would repeat it all again with you.

He had loved his family, but that love hadn't been enough for his ex, to make up for his long absences or the darkness that would chase him home. He had been losing her far before his son ever got sick. Those experiences had left him scarred when it came to intimacy.

Tyler was not a man who could sit around idle. His work was an inseparable part of him, something you did not begrudge him in the slightest. He never turned down a job when Nik called, but since you came into his life he became careful, not using his work as a means to an end anymore. It was a good thing, you knew, something you were so grateful for, but your presence in his life also meant that every time you kissed him good-bye the worry that you would not be here upon his return was clear in his eyes. He was a man of action, not words. And no matter how many times you told him you loved him, that you would be waiting for him, your words couldn't chase that fear away.

Usually your couplings were intense, bordering on frantic, as if you would disappear if he let you go. He would have you on your back, legs over his shoulders, spread out as wide as you could for him; or on your knees, one had on your back, pushing you into the mattress as he fucked into you, grip tight on your hip. He would pull orgasm after orgasm from you until you were worn out, words and thoughts blown from your mind. Only then, after he was convinced he had completely satisfied you, would he allow himself to find his own release.

But in the nights and mornings after he returned from a particularly fucked up job, when he was at his most weary, when his guards came down and he was almost fragile, as fragile as a man like him could be, that was when you used your body to show him tenderness and to give him the physical touch you knew he was craving like the air in his lungs. You knew he listened to you whenever you spoke, loved when you told him you loved him, but it was these rare moments you knew he finally allowed himself to believe it.

"I love you." You voice was soft, and yet you knew it hit him like a punch when his hands shot up from the bed to grip your hips. He always tried to be gentle with you, to treat you like the precious and delicate thing he thought you were, but you would have bruises the next day from where his fingers dug into your flesh. You didn't care. It was your own little reassurance of his feelings for you.

"I love you," you repeated, one hand lifting to rest on his where it gripped at your hip, the other on his chest for balance as you lifted yourself up off his cock. He groaned deeply as you slid smoothly back down.

Tyler was big, and occasionally, if he had been away for awhile, it could be a struggle to take him inside of you. This was not one of those times. You were so wet that you had had no problem guiding him into you, settling your full weight on him and taking every inch of his cock inside of you quickly. It felt so good like this. He felt so good. And the way he looked up at you, as if you hung the moon, sun, and stars, only made you wetter. You had thought you were in love with others, before him, and maybe you had been; but never in your life had you felt anything near to what you felt for the man under you.

You wanted to cum. The feeling only intensified on every slide down his cock, when your pelvis met his and you had the sweetest friction on your clit as you ground your body against his. But you wouldn't. This was about him. Thankfully, you could feel his heartbeat speeding up underneath your palm and you knew he wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Tyler," you moaned, finally breaking his gaze as you tipped your head back, mouth falling open slightly at how good he felt inside of you. You wanted to cum so fucking bad.

He had his feet under him now, pushing up slightly as his grip on your hips pulled you down at the same time, the action driving himself deep into you. He breathing was heavy, matching your own, as you both worked your way to release.

"Baby, please, please," he begged, his eyes still focused on your face. You weren't sure what he was asking for. To cum? For you to cum? To hear again how much you loved him? How you belonged to him for as long as he wanted?

"Yes! Always," you gasped in response, a response to every single one of his unsaid pleas. Your head tilted back further as your orgasm finally washed over you, you hips stalling as you tightened up around him, your body vibrating with the rush of pleasure he pulled from you.

He groaned wildly in response and with one more rough thrust that drove him deepest yet, spilled himself inside of you.

You legs finally gave out as your orgasm faded and you collapsed down onto Tyler's chest, ear pressed right over the pounding of his heart. You could feel him still twitching inside of you as the last of his spend emptied from him. In some regards, you were the same as him after all. Words were wonderful, but you never felt as close to him as you did in moments like this, joined together, his warmth filling your insides the same way the arms he had wrapped tightly around you, holding you to him, warmed your outsides.

"I love you too. Always." His words, mirroring yours, were quiet and rough, almost lost amongst his harsh breathing. But they were utterly sincere.

Later, his phone would ring (too soon, your heart would cry out) and the world would creep back in, but for now, tucked in his arms, it was just the two of you, lost in the little bubble of contentment you had created together.

#tyler rake #tyler rake x reader #extraction #kinktober 2022 #tppkinktober2022 #chemy writes

[littlebosleepmusings]

Lawless // MASTERLIST

Tyler Rake x Female Reader

Warnings: death probably...

Summary: When an old friend offers Tyler Rake a job helping her train a mercenary team out of young army rejects, he isn’t exactly sold on the idea. At least not until he hears what his cut will be. For a job with seemingly no real stakes, it seems like a cake walk. After that, he's free to go back to being a lone wolf. That is until he meets someone who makes him reconsider his chosen solitude.

COMING SOON...

Should I even bother posting these on tumblr chapter by chapter or just send everyone to AO3? Lol.

#tyler rake #tyler rake x reader #chris hemsworth x reader #extraction movie #extraction fic #chris hemsworth

[artemiseamoon]

Decided by Fate

Tyler Rake x Destiny Rose Turner

Status: COMPLETE

About: When a wounded mercenary shows up at her door, Destiny is torn between helping him or minding her business. Once her decision is made, she comes face-to-face with aspects of her past.

An: started as a writer wed drabble now it’s a mini story 😁

Warnings so far: injuries, wounds, blood, fighting

Adult 18 + | minors DNI

Chapters

Tumblr previews + A03 links

One | read in full on A03

Two | read in full on A03

Three | read in full on A03

Four | Finale - read in full on A03

Go directly on A03, for all chapters: Go here

Previews: x

Actress fc for OFC: Emayatzy Corinealdi

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CAST LIST

Destiny Rose Turner

Tyler Rake

Dominic Hall

Missy (Melissa) Hall + their son

Some unnamed background characters

#Tyler rake #Tyler rake x ofc #fic: decided by fate #black fem reader #Chris Hemsworth characters #Afro Panamanian actress as the fc

[tylersnecktattoo]

would anyone want a tyler rake x female reader fic?

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[ethereal--muse]

𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓰: 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾/𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇; 𝖽𝗏; 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅/𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅/𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾; 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉; 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒; 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗇𝗂 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝓐/𝓝: 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝗈𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽...𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌.

𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 12 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖬𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍.

𝖣𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅-𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒. 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾. 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖯𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖨𝖣𝗌, 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾-𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽: 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖳-𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖲𝖴𝖵 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

𝖬𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. "𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽.

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺.

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍...𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖨'𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒." 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗍𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋.

"𝖲𝗍-𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾-" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽����𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

"𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻.

𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍.

"𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗐.

𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆...𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁.

𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 "𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐. "𝖲-𝗌𝗈-𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌-𝗈𝗋𝗋-𝗒.…" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍. "𝖨-𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈-𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗄-𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝖯𝗅-𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌-" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.

"ohhh, but baby..." he started and pressed you harder against the counter and you winced. "You know I like to do it my way.''

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DD part 5

Fem Reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

Chapters: Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3 1, Part 3 2 , Part 4

T/W: 18+ only, minors DNI, some sexual fantasizing/arousal/tension, danger, insecurity, blood, cleaning wounds, age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), inspired by the original comic

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Aladdin and Jasmine vibes! I can show you the world... 😏😏🌎 Or Edward Cullen coded! (Hold on tight spider monkey 🕷️)this one took me forever to finally sit down and do. Hope you enjoy 🖤 thanks as always for the support 🖤

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You looked like you had seen a ghost as you just stared at Miguel on your doorstep, mouth agape, clutching your blanket like you were clutching pearls.

The corner of Miguel's lip twitched up a little bit when he saw your messy bun and blanket cape hanging off your shoulders.

"Can I come in? I'll explain everything..."

"What the hell happened to you, Miguel?"

Your eyes rake over him with worry as he steps inside your small apartment, the view of his wounds becoming more evident.

"You look like you've been in war or something..."

Miguel makes a tiny scoff at that.

"Not quite, but it's a long story..."

Your eyebrows raise.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts."

"I know, and I'm so so sorry."

"Your eyes..." You narrow your eyes as you look up into his new crimson irises, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Who are you? My Miguel has brown eyes..." you back up and gasp when you hit the wall.

Miguel keeps stepping closer to you but moves his hands in the surrender position. His eyes start to plead once more.

"Baby, it's me....it's still Miguel, something happened to me at work. It's a long story but, I had an accident with one of the gene altering machines and it changed a few things about me. But it's still me baby. I'm still your boyfriend and if you let me, I'll explain everything..."

Your eyes widen with horror when you notice sharp talons protruding from his fingertips and the two more prominent canines in the front of his mouth as he speaks.

You loosen the tension in your body a little bit, but can't shake the unsettling feeling lingering in your chest at this new version of himself standing before you.

"I'm scared, Miguel."

Miguel whispers, "You don't need to be, I'm still me, I'm-"

He catches a glimpse of himself in your hallway mirror. He pauses and looks at himself, examining his talons, fangs, and noticing his crimson eye color for the first time. His jaw tenses, eyes closed, trying to fight back the tears of frustration he can feel starting to gather behind his eyelids.

You feel a rush of guilt at your reaction at first and go to touch his shoulder, but you notice a large cut on his right arm that's started to ooze a little bit.

You jump into caretaker mode. "Just go sit on the couch, let me see if I have something for that."

Miguel gave you a feeble nod and sauntered into the living room, plopping himself on the couch, rubbing his face with the heel of his palm. The beaded sweat on his brow mixing with some of the wetness from his eyes.

He was still shirtless and seemingly unphased by the fact that the laceration on his right arm had started to bleed a little more. His mind was racing, trying to wrap itself around these seemingly small, yet drastic changes in his appearance.

He was still extremely handsome. But he wasn't expecting his eye color to change. That part bothered him the most. It was the trait he got from his mother, and the part of him he shared with his brother and his daughter. Now, he felt strange, alien. It felt so personal, almost like now he was occupying the body of someone else. He quietly swore revenge on the bastards that did this to him: Tyler Stone and Aaron Delgado.

He zoned out while sitting on your couch, as though at any time he was expecting to be ripped out of this trance, awoken from this nightmare he seemed to find himself in.

You dart to your bathroom and dig underneath your sink. Makeup products, shampoo bottles, hygiene products, hair scrunchies, and old random medications being tossed aside on the floor in your frantic search. Then you finally find your first aid kit.

You place the kit on your coffee table and help Miguel wash off the cuts on his arms with some water, dabbing the excess blood away with gauze pads and applying some Neosporin and fresh bandages on top.

He watched your face as you worked and took care of him, how your eyes narrowed in concentration, and how you held your breath as you dabbed at his open wounds, trying your best not to hurt him.

He couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for you. He had braced himself for you possibly cussing him out and turning him away, still upset with him for ignoring your calls and texts and leaving you stranded on what was supposed to be a meaningful second date that you had put so much thought into. But, here you were cleaning him up, being so patient with him and concerned with his well-being.

While you helped patch him up, he told you everything. He explained the superhuman project that Tyler put him in charge of and how the young test subject died under his watch and how she haunted his dreams. He realized that he couldn't continue and tried to hand in his resignation, but then Tyler and Aaron pulled the ultimate betrayal and tried to kill him in the process. He described his newfound powers to you, your eyes growing wider and wider at the incredulousness of the whole story. You felt like you were looking down at yourself as if you were in a movie.

These things don't happen...

But, you listened earnestly, eager to show Miguel that despite him letting you down, you were willing to hear him out and do whatever you could to help him. But, the situation seemed to become more and more precarious than you originally thought as he recounted it to you.

You sat in silence for a few moments after he told you everything, trying to let the information sink in and digest it fully. A sick feeling appeared in your stomach when you realized,

"Am I in danger, Miguel? Do you think your boss would come after me for being your girlfriend?"

Miguel took a deep breath. "That's the part I don't know for sure. The news reported that I was dead, but I know Tyler. He's not foolish. He's smart and he doesn't do things half assed or leave business unfinished. He'll more than likely try and come after you or me, or anyone we know. That's why I need to try and convince my brother Gabriel to take Gabi and my mother out of state. I would've gone there first, but I couldn't live with myself if they hurt Gabi. This will only be just for a few days until I can make sure they're off my back."

He envelopes your hands in his.

"And in the meantime, I'll stay with you as long as I need to make sure you're safe. I know by me being here I put you in harm's way. But I won't let them harm you. Not as long as I'm breathing.." he wipes a tear that escaped the corner of your eye, his heart wrenching at the fact that he put you in this situation himself.

You can't speak right away, so you simply nod slowly, the seriousness of the situation settling in your stomach and flooding it with dread. "If you say so. I know when you broke your last promise to me, that you didn't break it on purpose... But I can't help but feel like I'm gonna lose you. What if something happens to you or me?" your lip trembles.

Miguel's gaze saddens and he squeezes your hands, scooting closer so both of his knees are touching yours.

"I'm not going to let it happen. I'll stay with you all night and all week if I need to." He presses a kiss into your forehead with a small smile. "Why don't we have a redo of our movie night I missed?"

He earns a small smile from you in response, and after holding him for a few moments, you let him change into a spare hoodie and sweatpants your brother left behind when he visited a few months back. He borrowed your phone and called Conchata and Gabe, pacing in your kitchen. You were able to catch some of Conchata's distressed voice on the other line, half scolding and half crying.

"You had me worried sick! I turn on the news and I see your bloody shirt plastered on the front of the TV! My son is trying to put me in the crazy house, ay dios mio...."

You felt your heart break a little bit when you heard the small voice of Gabi on the other line, sobbing because she missed her papa and wanted him to come home, and Miguel's gentle parenting side come through as he spoke to her in a soft soothing voice.

"I know, Bumblebee...some stuff came up at work and Papa needs to take care of it. Just for a little longer. And then I'll come home as soon as I can, I promise. Abuela and Tio have a fun trip planned for you. Can you be good for them and take care of them until Papa gets home?"

A small tearful yes came from the other line and Miguel felt a lump in his throat.

"I love you to the stars, mija."

He spoke to Gabe last and calmly instructed him to take his family out of state, anywhere as long as it was far away until he could be sure Tyler and law enforcement weren't still on his trail and targeting anyone he knew.

"Alright bro...I'll see what I can do...but bro, mom's freaking out. Don't ever do that shit to me again. I thought I was gonna have to take her to the hospital, she's been driving me up the wall. And Gabi... Gabi's a mess, man. I was thinking we'd go..."

"Don't tell me where you're going," Miguel hissed. "I don't know who might be listening to our conversation. Just get out as soon as you can, please."

"Bro, it's literally 9 pm..."

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just get my emergency credit card from Gabi's backpack and pay for the whole thing. I'll take care of it."

"Say no more, I'll take them tonight."

Miguel rolled his eyes a little bit but sighed with gratitude. "I owe you big time."

"Yeah, yeah, thank me later. Just don't get killed and don't get reported missing or dead on the news again, kay?"

After Gabe hung up, he told Gabi they were going to take her on a surprise trip to Boston to try and get her excited and ease her mind about being away from her dad for so long.

Gabi perked up a little bit, wiping her tears as she eagerly went to pack her bag up with her favorite squishmallows. Conchata started to cuss again, but quieted down when Gabriel mentioned he'd give her a spa day in Boston, courtesy of Miguel's Platinum American Express.

Miguel set your phone down on the counter with a sigh and came over to you, taking you in his arms and you leaning against his broad chest once more, letting all tension in your body go.

"You okay?" Miguel kisses your forehead.

You don't say a word but nod into his chest, and he gives a small chuckle.

"Do you wanna go on an adventure?" He asks in a soft voice.

You pull your head away for a moment and look up at him with an arched brow. "What do you mean?"

"I wanna show you the city. But not in the way you'd think." He smiles at you, excited. "You're gonna see what it's like to be me. Show you a bit of what it's like to swing from buildings and see everything from a bird's eye view."

You scoff a bit and it turns into a laugh. "You're not serious."

"I am." He takes your hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. "Do you trust me?"

Your smile fades slowly as you gaze into his eyes. There's not a shred of dishonesty in them.

"Yes, I do." You say softly.

He pulls you in and plants another kiss on your forehead. "You'll want to wear something warm. It gets breezy."

You raise your eyebrows but take his advice and go into your room and change into his black hoodie from the first night you met. When you come back out, he beams at you.

"You kept it! It looks so much better on you..." Miguel feels a rush of desire at the sight of you wearing his clothes and hopes the lust doesn't become too obvious as he looks you up and down.

Your face heats up. "Thank you..."

"Of course," he says quietly, taking you by the hand.

You two go outside onto your small patio and he looks down at you with a smile.

"You ready? You're gonna have to hold on tight."

Your teeth chatter a little bit from the wind chill and you nod, standing on your tiptoes, locking your arms around his neck.

Miguel smirks a little bit. "You'll have to get closer than that."

In one fluid motion, he bends down, grabbing the back of your thighs and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You gasp as you become eye level with him, straddling him with your legs and arms. The heat and tension between you two suddenly being dialed up ten notches.

Miguel goes breathless for a moment, staring at your lips. His mouth opens slightly and he tightens his grip on your thighs, wanting to just take you right then and there. He swallows after a moment and clears his throat, desperately trying to refocus his mind on the city below him to stifle his emerging hard on.

"Just hold on tight, let me know if you want me to stop." He says gently to you.

You let out a high pitched screech which stalls in your throat as he shoots a red web onto the top of the neighboring building behind you and suddenly the cold air is assaulting your face, rendering you speechless as the city below you zips past at a dizzying pace and Miguel lands on top of the target, jolting you slightly and you scrambling to retighten your grip around his body.

Miguel looks down at you and giggles. "You doing alright, amor? The first one is the scariest."

You pant, out of breath, your eyes darting around you, your brain struggling to register the unbelievable event that just took place. The smog of the city hung in a thick layer along the cityscape, just barely masking the faint light of the waxing gibbous moon.

The night lights and obnoxious billboards of Brooklyn are suddenly at your level as you marvel at the bird's eye view, the hum of traffic, faint yells from disgruntled citizens, and distant sirens vibrating in the distance, a soft stream of snowflakes begin to fall from the grey clouds above.

"It's... incredible." Your breath hangs in the air from the cold. "What is that shooting from your arm?" You look at him in disbelief.

"They're webs." Miguel smiles. "My DNA was spliced with a spider, and so now I've inherited spider-like abilities, including webbing."

You smile and shake your head, in awe of him as his handsome face looks back at yours.

"This...doesn't feel real."

Miguel smiles and leans in, whispering in your ear. "But it is. Better hold on tight again."

You squinch your eyes shut and brace yourself and suddenly you're being catapulted, again and again as you swing from building to building, the outline of the Manhattan borough across the south end of the East River coming closer and closer into view.

Finally, you two stop at the top of the J Condominium, a tall skyscraper just at the river's edge, the view of Manhattan directly across the fridgid dark water dividing the two boroughs. Miguel gently lets you down, and your jaw falls open as you walk a little closer to the end of the building.

**photo taken by Chris Stevens-Yu retrieved from Google, the view from the top of the J Condominium building in Brooklyn, imagine covered with a thin layer of snow in December**

"Careful!" Miguel's arm reached out, a red web attaching itself to the back of your hoodie, yanking you sharply backwards and flipping you around, knocking the wind out of you as you collide into his chest.

Miguel barely budges, his muscular frame unphased as you gasp and wheeze for a moment.

"Sorry, amor. You need to watch your footing," he teases, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

After you catch your breath, you sigh, looking up at him a little miffed. "That hurt."

The corner of Miguel's mouth raises a little, still looking down at you. "Sorry."

"I hate you." you whisper sarcastically, slowly finding yourself growing weak as he doesn't break his gaze from you.

"That's too bad," he mutters.

He can't hold back anymore and takes your face in his hands, pressing his soft lips tenderly against yours. Electricity sparks and and kissing this man is suddenly the only thing you want to do for the rest of your life. All you know is the way he slowly begins opening his mouth against yours, scooping your lips in between his, you're melting.

You inhale sharply and run your fingers through the back of his hair. He mumbles your name into your mouth and holds you tight against his body as his hands make their way all across your back, squeezing your ass, feeling you and touching you as though the warmth from your body is responsible for the oxygen being drained from his lungs as he kisses you ardently.

And so, you shared your first kiss with Miguel against the New York City skyline. Two souls meshing into one as the world around you ceased to exist. The concept of time crumbling away as you felt yourself sinking into him deeper and deeper. The flames between you two fanning into a wildfire, setting your hearts ablaze, and your lives alight as you knew it. You wanted to burn this moment into your memory for as long as you could.

He moans softly and pulls away for air for a moment, keeping one hand on the small of your back, and one on the side of your neck, his minty breath tickling your nose.

"I'm in love with you..." he whispers gently, pressing his forehead against yours. His crimson eyes silently pleading with you that the only words to leave your mouth next are the reciprocation of his love.

But, as soon as those tender words hit your eardrums, a surge of bliss flows through your whole body as though you've never been so sure of something in your whole life.

"I'm in love with you too..." you whisper, your palms caressing his face.

He breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm the happiest man alive right now..." his eyes coat with a thin layer of tears, and he catches your lips against his once more.

Your mind can only think of one thing as you continue to kiss him passionately into the night. You're hopelessly in love with Miguel O'Hara, and this is only the beginning.

------

That same night, miles away.

A black, unmarked suburban lays in quiet, menacing wait in the shadows across the street from your apartment complex, a tall, burly man with curly brown hair in the driver's seat.

Tyler Stone is seated in the passenger side and takes a long drag from his cigar, his face still splotched purple from his beating. He scowls at Aaron in the backseat seated next to another brawny accomplice, and rips the pair of binoculars out of his hands with Aaron whimpering quietly in response.

"They're not even home, you goddamn idiot." Tyler growled.

Aaron gives a small groan. "How much longer, boss?"

Tyler exhales, a dark cloud of smoke hot boxing the inside of the dark vehicle.

"As soon as he leaves the little broad by herself. "

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Part 6

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[syntheticavenger]

escape

Nick Fowler x Female Reader / Tyler Rake x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, world building and a whole lot of plot.

Summary | Reeling from the aftermath of your husband's very public arrest, there is more than meets the eye when you're whisked away for your protection as the case intensifies. Even with a silent protector watching your every move, the past has a way of catching up with you before you know it, giving you few options of escape.

Sometimes, home feels like a prison.

White sprawling walls adorned with monochromatic paintings procured from several art galleries around the world, couture furniture flown in from Italy and yet it never feels like yours. 

You’ve never cared for them really – another overt display of the amount of wealth that your husband, Nick, has acquired through his art dealer, a posh Englishman that he refers to only as Jonathan.

Nights like tonight feel like you’d rather be anywhere but home, your glass house as your glided cage. It’s been two years since you said your ‘I dos’ and it still feels like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop with the amount of money that has been spent since you’d met. 

The anxiety comes from never having ends meet when you were child, the hand-me-downs never enough to take the chill away from your bones when the cold seasons would start.  With no help from your parents, you clawed your way out of poverty and into college, scholarships paving the way while the second and third jobs at your local department stores gave you a sense of how to dress on the off-chance you’d get into the offices of places that would eventually offer you a job.

And one day, they did.

Some would call it kismet.

You would call it hard work and focus.

But then again, that’s what your mother calls your marriage. 

“Lucky.”

“Blessed beyond belief.”

Truth be told, your mother had done well for herself. Not so much for her children but you were thriving, an enigma of sorts. In her eyes, that made you valuable.

It also helped that your husband was none other than Nick Fowler, a corporate lawyer that turned partner before he’d even proposed. As much as those in his inner circle laud his accomplishments, you see the good and the bad – including the bribery and intimidation, the underbelly of what his job hides when he’s in the courtroom. There used to be moments when you would think of reminding him of his job, the integrity of the law and letting the system do the work.

Courage could have won out if he hadn’t silenced you with his own twisted facts and the burgeoning confidence of a lawyer that had never lost a court case, prompting him to remind you that this was the way of things – it was a dog-eat-dog business, and he had the sharper bite.

As it turns out, your mind could be a prison as well.

Sipping your glass of wine, tension spikes in your neck, haphazardly rubbing the ache away with your fingers. It’s hard to relax when your mother calls, knowing that if you don’t answer, she’ll incessantly wear you down with text messages and eventually make a call to Penelope, your beloved assistant, who is a people pleaser at heart.

“Hi Mom,” you answer, looking out at the sparkling cityscape.

“I’ve only been trying to call you for over an hour. It’s important,” she begins, her dramatic sigh giving you a sense of foreboding. “I need you to tell me the truth.”

“What truth? What are you talking about?”

“Well, I don’t know,” your mother fires back, clearly agitated. “I’m hearing that the FBI came to Nick’s firm? Did you know?”

The news makes you sit up, teeth crushing your lower lip in worry. 

“What?”

“You mean you didn’t know? How could you not?” your mother asks, her irritation apparent.

“Who told you this?”

“A good friend! Well? Is it true or not?”

“I-I,” you stammer, placing your wine glass down, searching in vain for the TV remote. “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me anything.”

“Get him on the phone,” your mother directs. “You have a right to know, you know. This could be a big deal.”

“A right to know or a right for you to know?” you answer her bluntly, hearing her gasp of surprise.

“I just want to make sure my baby girl is taken care of, and this is very troubling news, sweetheart. The FBI doesn’t just make social calls.”

“I’ll deal with it when I can. Nick’s very busy, Mom.”

“He’s never too busy for you. Call him,” she urges before she hangs up. “You don’t want to end up blindsided.”

-

It isn’t a social call.

Not at this hour. 

He has to hand it to Fowler, his security checking every credential before he’s even allowed to step inside the elevator. He shouldn’t feel the sense of dread, looming over him like a shadow as he watches the numbers light up with every floor they pass.

Instinctively, he adjusts his jacket, the bulletproof vest underneath his garments giving him a sense of security., even if he knows it’s simply just a standard in his line of work.

Business as normal, even at this time of night. So many unaware of what they will wake up to in the morning.

He’s greeted by you at the door, confusion and fear on your features. A smile is forced upon his lips, looking up at the paintings. They’ll be returned within a week or so – once the place has been thoroughly searched.

“Mrs. Fowler,” he begins, extending his hand to yours as you shake it firmly. “Please, have a seat.”

“What’s going on? You don’t do house calls.”

You’re astute – to a point.

It almost pains him to have to break the news to you. It’s a not exactly a textbook case – you’ve been followed for months, and everything has come up empty., unaware of what has gone on behind the scenes and what is to come. 

Your name will be splashed across various news screens, reporters will be relentless in their pursuit for you to tell your side of the story – one that you won’t have an absolute narrative over.

Yet, when you sit, he can see it in your eyes. The defeat, knowing that something is wrong.

“First,” he begins with a slight clearing of his throat. “Perhaps I should re-introduce myself."

He sits across from you, watching your expression change.

“Jonathan Pine,” he continues, sliding a card your way, seeing your face fall when you read the card, your hand covering your mouth. “MI6.”

Tears brimming in your eyes, he can tell the emotion is from confusion and anger when the realization hits, your eyes darkening when you finally look up at him from the card in your hand.

“This is about Nick, isn’t it?”

You’re smarter than your husband gives you credit for. Your question hangs in the air for a moment, your chest rising and fall rapidly.

Nodding slowly, your eyes seemingly glaze over when he confirms.

“He’s with a contingent of agents, FBI and MI6, among a few others,” Pine says quietly. “I must ask… how much do you know about your husband?

“Know what?” you ask tearfully. “I have no idea what’s going on. A few minutes ago, you were his art dealer and he was a just a lawyer.”

“I need you to listen to me,” he says quietly but firmly. “Time is of the essence and I assure you that whatever questions you have will be answered. But they will not be answered now. I need you to trust me.”

“Why should I?”

“I’ve been tracking your husband for months now. We had to be sure we had the right person. There are numerous charges that he is up against. Embezzlement, racketeering, fraud, witness intimidation, tampering with evidence,” Pine pauses, watching the card slip through your fingers. “The list goes on.”

“Are you here to arrest me?”

“No. We’ve also been tracking you for months,” he says, hearing you suck in a sharp breath. “He’s admitted to us that you would have no idea of what had transpired and looking into it, it appears that way but we have further questions.”

“So, I’m being arrested,” you reply, looking into his eyes. “I want my lawyer.”

Pine hesitates.

“I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. She’ll be under indictment in a few hours. I don’t think you understand the severity of what is going to happen. Within hours, we will be seizing every bit of property that he has, that you have, if it’s joint. There will be cameras, media swarming at your door.”

He can tell you’ve stopped listening by the way your body shifts, nodding along when he’s stopped talking.

-

“I need you to come with me.”

The voice registers in your mind but it takes a moment to sink in. Your body feels like lead, slow moving when you turn your head.

“I can’t,” you answer, mind buzzing with the list of things you need to do. “I have to -”

“You have to leave,” Pine tells you pointedly, leaning forward in his chair. “In two hours, your home will be under my jurisdiction. Do you have somewhere you can go? Somewhere that’s safe?”

It feels like you’re underwater, your heartbeat hammering out of control when he comes back into focus.

Pine looks around the living room, shaking his head slowly.

“It’s a shame,” he says after a moment. “I had excellent taste.”

-

“Mrs. Fowler?”

It sounds like someone is asking for you, but everything is still a blur. The lights above you when you were being interrogated – interviewed, as Pine called it – made you squint, your mouth going dry from answering all of the questions that were lobbied your way without a break.

The woman who touches your shoulder is wearing a black pants suit, her holster visible when she turns at the door that is being opened.

“That’s all the questions we have for now. If there is anything that you can remember, call me,” she says, tapping an acrylic nail on the business card on the table. “Thank you for your compliance with our investigation so far.”

For a split second, you wish you could feel something other than numb. A flashback of Nick walking into the empty penthouse, arms spread wide as he touted the various features mar your thoughts, your legs shaky when you finally stand.

“It’s all ours, baby,” Nick says, cupping your face before giving you a long kiss. “We earned it. Every fuckin’ bit of it. Take it all in.”

“Mrs. Fowler?” a voice asks, breaking your trance. “You’re free to go. I believe Agent Pine has secured a car for you.”

Everything you could grab is in a suitcase by the wall. At the recommendation of various people who grilled your every whereabout, your phone is shut off for the meantime, but not quickly enough for his associates to ask where you are before you cut off their access to you.

“We’re monitoring your phone,” Agent Burr reminds you, opening the door. “You’ll be escorted somewhere safe. I don’t think I need to remind you that it location needs to say confidential. No visitors, no sharing your whereabouts.”

All you can do give a nod, walking through the door as Agent Pine looks on before he finally flashes a quick smile, reaching for your suitcase.

“Let’s get you to the car.”

-

“I don’t ask for many favors,” Pine instructs, looking at your sleeping form in the backseat of the SUV.

“That’s why I’m listening,” the voice on the other end answers.

“Good. The repercussions of this could reach farther than I would have previously anticipated.”

“How bad are we talking?”

“Husband has powerful friends.”

“You think they’ll retaliate if they think she talked?”

“Not the way you think. Fowler being in handcuffs doesn’t mean a thing when he’s got friends outside. She’s his prized possession. He’ll want her back.”

“I’m not a babysitter, Pine. She doesn’t have any other family?”

“She’ll be resilient,” Pine answers, his eyes trained on the winding road as the incline gets steeper. “I haven’t seen it yet, but I have a feeling. Watch from a distance. I’m not asking you to get involved.”

“Until I have to.”

“I pride myself on always having a backup plan.”

“Lucky me.”

“Try not to make it obvious. It’s not mercenary work. I need you make sure she doesn’t know that you’re there to keep an eye on her.”

“Relax, Pine, I know to keep a distance.”

“Good,” he replies, continuing up the road. “Let her settle in. You know this area well. I want to be informed if anything seems out of the ordinary.”

“And I want to be informed if I have to be on high alert. This favor seems easy enough but we both know that you don’t get handed the cases that are cut and dry. If this starts to get messy, I need to know.”

“Fair enough,” Pine replies. “You have my word, Rake.”

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[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Girls Can't Drive | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: talk of sexual assault, sexual harassment, rape and murder. ends in fluff :-)

Author's note: Loosely based off Girls Can't Drive from Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies, as well as the Season 6 Episode 8 of Brooklyn 99 "He Said She Said".

Words: 3,208

Working a case like this was always hard. But this time around, it seemed to be even tougher to get through for her. Five women had already fallen victim to a rapist. Five women murdered. All five women worked in the same company at one point or another, so it was only logical for the team to look into them. 

“Reid, y/n, you’re gonna take the statements from the coworkers,” Hotch ordered when the team was being informed about the case in the briefing room. “Rossi, Kate and I will go to the M.E. Morgan, JJ, you’re to go to the latest crime scene. We’ll be working from here.” 

Everyone nodded their agreement before leaving the briefing room and heading out to do their part of the job. Y/N had fallen quiet upon hearing the details of this case. Every case they worked was pretty gruesome, but none ever affected her in the same way this one did. Maybe it was the fact that these women were on their way home from work when they were raped and brutally murdered. Maybe it was the fact it was all happening in Washington D.C., where she herself lived. 

Whatever the reason was, her sudden silence hadn’t gotten lost on Spencer, her boyfriend of two years. 

“Hey, you doing okay?” he asked when they got in the car and drove to the company. 

Y/N offered him a smile that all but convinced him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired, I guess.” 

Spencer had let it go, believing that if his girlfriend wanted to tell him what was bothering her, she would. Instead, he focused on the case. The two of them walked into the company’s building, curious to see what they were going to find out about who worked there. 

They sat down with the manager, Tomas Ramos, first. Each taking turns, Spencer and y/n asked the man their questions about the victims and if he knew someone on his staff that could’ve done something like this. 

“Oh, no,” the guy said, “There’s no one here that could’ve done that. No one here would ever hurt anyone. We’re a very professional company.” 

Spencer and y/n thanked the man for his time and sat down with the next person. Tyler, the finance guy. When he was asked if one of his coworkers could do something like this, his words sounded a little too familiar. “Oh, no. There’s no one here that would do that. No one here would hurt anyone. We’re a very professional company.” 

Neither one of the agents commented on it until every single one of the employees told them the same thing. Spencer and y/n exchanged glances, which was enough for the both of them to know they were thinking the same thing. 

“I think we should talk to the manager again,” y/n suggested and Spencer agreed. 

As y/n sat down on one of the chairs in front of his desk, Spencer placed his hands on the backrest. “You told your employees what to tell us,” Spencer pointed out. 

Mr. Ramos furrowed his brows, though y/n noticed the twitch of his lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re all just honest people who happen to share the same story. Maybe this is just your sign that you’re looking in the wrong place.” His eyes raked across y/n’s body from head to toe, halting for a split second at her decolletage before focusing on Spencer behind her. 

“In most cases, when people’s stories are identical, it means they need everyone to get the story straight to hide something,” Spencer said matter-of-factly. 

Tomas shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Agents.” 

Realizing they weren’t going to get anything else out of Mr. Ramos or any of his employees, Spencer and y/n left the company. There was something about this Mr. Ramos and the way he handled his company that stood out to the couple. They knew he wasn’t speaking the truth and that they were hiding something. 

“Do you think it’s him?” Spencer asked when y/n drove them back to the BAU. 

Y/N shrugged, sighing. “I don’t know. Every single one of those men was looking at me like I was a piece of meat and the handful of women that work there, looked too scared to say anything. It could literally be anyone working there.” 

Together with the team, Spencer and y/n looked into it further. The more they looked, the less sure they were of their profile and theory. Either all of the men in that office were guilty or none of them were and they were looking in the wrong place. 

“Y/N,” JJ caught her attention when she and Spencer were looking through the files. The thirty-something looked up at her blonde coworker. “There’s someone here that wants to talk to you. Uh, an employee of Mr. Ramos’.” 

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she shot a quick glance at her boyfriend before getting up and following JJ into the family room. A woman, around her own age, sat waiting for her. She was nervous as she picked at the loose skin around her cuticles. 

“Amanda?” JJ called out for the woman. 

Amanda looked up at the agents, her green eyes wide and filled with fear as she shot up from the small couch. “Agent y/l/n,” she said and shook her hand politely. 

Motioning for Amanda to sit down again, y/n took a seat as well. JJ offered her coworker a quick smile before shutting the door to the family room behind her as she left. This seemed like a conversation Amanda wanted to have with y/n alone. 

“I know I already talked to you this morning,” Amanda started, hands shaking in her lap. “But I wasn’t entirely honest.” 

Y/N’s head tilted slightly as she gave the woman in front of her an inquisitive look. “What do you mean?” 

“Tomas told us what to say if there was ever a police investigation of all kinds. He’s…” she took a deep breath. “The office is a very toxic place, especially for women. The women that work there are basically just a token to show the world that Ramos Inc. is inclusive. If it wasn’t for the feminist movement, none of the women would work there.” 

“Why do you work there?” Y/N wanted to know. 

Shrugging, Amanda heaved in another deep breath. “I’m good at my job, it pays very decently and I love watching those men squirm whenever I fix something they couldn’t.” She let out a soft chuckle at that and y/n couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of pride at this confident woman. “The thing is though… Because I’m so good at my job, these men think I owe them for it or something. Every one of my female coworkers feels the same.” 

A shiver went down y/n’s spine. She knew this story all too well. 

“Has any of them ever been inappropriate with you?” y/n then asked, but Amanda simply scoffed. 

“Which one of them hasn’t?” Y/N stared at Amanda for a moment. There could literally be a guy working at the firm she was working at that raped and murdered five women. “But Andrew is the one you should be looking at.” The words piqued y/n’s interest. “He almost…” Amanda swallowed her words, but y/n didn’t need anything else from her to know this Andrew guy was the one they should be looking at. 

“Do you know why he’s still working at the firm?” she asked. 

Amanda grimaced. “Because he’s Tomas’ little brother.” 

With that information, y/n thanked Amanda and headed out to the briefing room where her coworkers were still working hard on the case. Her brain was going at a hundred miles an hour, trying to piece everything together. Of course it was Andrew Ramos. She and Spencer had talked to him before. He’d given her the creeps then, too. She should’ve felt it. 

“It’s Andrew Ramos,” y/n informed her coworkers. 

The team did a deep dive into Andrew’s life. Nothing they found could pinpoint him in the area at the time the murders happened. Everything had been seemingly sweeped under the rug, no doubt by his big brother. They worked for two days straight on trying to find evidence that Andrew Ramos did indeed rape and kill those women. 

Y/N didn’t even go home while the others did. She needed to get this done. She needed to get this guy. 

“Hey,” Spencer greeted when he walked into the breakroom where he found his girlfriend on the second morning in sweatpants and a BAU shirt she probably found at the lost and found. “What are you doing? You didn’t come home for two nights.” 

Y/N sighed and looked up at him. She looked worse for wear. Her hair was messy, her makeup smudged underneath her eyes and she had exchanged her contacts for her glasses because they were drying out her eyes. “I need to get this guy, Spence. I won’t sleep until I do.” 

Spencer looked at his girlfriend for a moment. There was something that had rendered her silent when they first took on the case, but he didn’t want to push it then. Though right now, he really had no other choice than to ask. 

“Why is this case bugging you so much, y/n? You’ve never done this before,” he said whilst sitting down next to her on the couch. 

“It’s just… Remember how I was a detective before I came to the BAU?” she asked and Spencer nodded in response. “My Captain back then, he was kind of my mentor. When I made my biggest arrest ever, he took me out to dinner to celebrate. I-I thought it was gonna be the whole team, you know? We all worked hard to arrest those guys. But no, it was just me. That night he-he tried to kiss me…” Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes that she couldn’t hold back. “I just… I threw my glass of Martini at him and ran out of the restaurant. I transferred to another precinct the next day…” 

Spencer’s eyes glazed over as he grabbed his girlfriend’s hand in his. “I’m so sorry, angel.” 

Shaking her head, y/n sniffled. “It’s the same for so many women. Literally every woman I know has been sexually harassed. For some it’s on the daily… It’s just so hard being a woman sometimes because you just… men just think they own you and that you owe them your life and your achievements. Everything we do is for the men, according to them. And I just… I hate how there’s this one guy in this one firm that can get away with five counts of rape and murder just because his big brother can pull some strings. If we as women say something about the sexual harassment we encounter every day, we ruin the guy’s life. But they’re literally out there, murdering women.” 

With a sigh, Spencer wrapped his arms around y/n and held her against him for a hug. It only lasted a good half minute before he pulled back and got up, earning a confused glare from the woman. 

“Where are you going?” she asked, wiping her tears away quickly. 

“I’m going to get you a change of clothes and some coffee. After that, we’re gonna work together to solve this case. This guy is going to jail today, baby. I promise.” He sounded so determined, it put a smile to y/n’s face. 

Spencer shot her a smile back before turning on his heel. “Hey, Spence.” He turned back to face her. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, honey.” He looked at her for a second longer. “I’m also gonna get you a hairbrush, but you only have to use it if you want to use it.” 

With a nod and a smile from his girlfriend, Spencer headed home to get everything he needed to get her back to her normal self. The fresh pair of clothes, the hairbrush and especially the coffee made her feel almost brand-new. Which helped a lot in solving the case. 

Spencer and y/n eventually worked it out with the help of Penelope’s illegal sleuthing to pin the guy and get him locked up. It made the weight on y/n’s shoulders drop as she walked back into the BAU with Spencer. Never had she ever felt this drained after a case. 

“You did a great job, y/n,” Emily congratulated her with a smile and a squeeze of the shoulder. 

Y/N offered her coworker a tired smile. “Thanks, Em.” 

“Why aren’t you happy about it?” JJ wanted to know, her brows furrowed in confusion. 

Sighing, y/n shrugged. “I don’t know… It’s just one guy we managed to put away when there are so many other guys like that walking around…” 

“It’s like that with every case, y/n,” Rossi reminded her. “You did great. One more guy you put away.” 

A smile befell y/n’s lips as she listened to her colleagues, but before she could say anything, Spencer beat her to it. “Y/N’s just upset because the historically entrenched patriarchy has created a culture of victim-shaming that suppresses any power shift in our masculo-phallic system.” 

Of all the facts he ever ranted about, y/n didn’t expect him to start ranting about a feminist topic. It was the first time he had ever even shown such interest in feminism. She couldn’t lie that it surprised her in a very good way that would become of use in the bedroom later that night. 

“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I read some books about feminism,” he added with a tight-lipped smile. 

“I love you,” y/n whispered. “But it still kinda sucks that people like Amanda still have to work there and that women are murdered and raped every day.” 

“Look, this is a hard fight, but it’s an important one,” Emily reassured her. “It’s good that you rid the world of one more of those guys. Step by step, y/n.” 

The woman nodded her head as she let the words sink in. She had done a good job. Even if it was just one of many guys, it still was one guy less. With that in mind, she headed into Hotch’s office for the debrief. It was short but ended on a sweet note, with Hotch telling her how good of a job she did, only further reassurance of what her other coworkers had already told her. After her debrief with Hotch, it was finally time to go home with Spencer. Something she had been looking forward to since they started their super deep-dive into Andrew Ramos’ life to get the proof they needed. 

“Did you know that it’s two women who hold the highest IQ-scores?” Spencer asked her when they were lying in bed together, ready to sleep. He had been rambling off facts about feminism that he’d learned about when reading last night. 

Y/N, who was laying on his chest, turned her head to look up at him. “Oh, so you don’t have the highest IQ in the world?” 

“No,” he answered, “I’m glad it’s two women holding that title.” 

Chuckling, y/n turned her head again and began circling patterns on his T-shirt-clad chest. “I’m glad I awakened the feminist in you.”

Spencer couldn’t help but smile and buried it in her hair to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Is it really that bad for you? You know, on the daily?” 

A sigh rolled off y/n’s lips as she thought about it. “I can think of four instances that happened today alone,” she started. “When we went to get coffee this morning, the barista wished you a good day and he told me I had beautiful eyes before wishing me the same. Even when Andrew was being handcuffed, he was still eyeing me up as if trying to calculate how to make me his sixth victim. In the elevator this morning, Robert from the seventh floor stood behind me, a little too closely while there was plenty of space for him. And when we went to pay for gas earlier, the guy behind the till was so confused as to why I was paying for gas. When I told him it was because I was driving, he looked at me as though I was speaking a foreign language and he literally said “girls can’t drive”.” 

Y/N was almost out of breath from summing up all the instances. 

“Wow,” Spencer gasped. “I didn’t know it was that bad for you.” 

An airy chuckle erupted from her throat. “Yeah, some days are better than others, but it’s always something. As young girls, we’re taught to behave, never be loud, always apologize. We’ve learned not to say anything about it because society taught us that ‘boys will be boys’. It’s exhausting, you know?”

“I don’t,” Spencer mumbled. “But I am willing to learn.” 

At his words, y/n turned on her side and propped her head up on her hand, elbow resting just above Spencer’s shoulder. His golden-speckled eyes looked inquisitively into her y/e/c ones. “You’re amazing, you know that?” she asked and pecked his lips. 

“Mmh, you’re amazing,” he argued before she kissed him again. Deeper and more sensual this time. “You never have to apologize to me, you know that?” 

Y/N’s eyebrow raised. “Not even when I steal the last of Penelope’s homemade cookies?” 

Her mention of the homemade cookies Penelope had given them a few days ago made Spencer’s eyes go wide. This was her confessing that she was the one who had eaten the last three cookies in the tin when they could’ve shared them. “You ate the last ones?!” he asked incredulously. 

“Yes, I did…” she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out innocently. 

“You devil woman!” he exclaimed before attacking her sides with his fingers, sending her into a fit of laughter at his tickles. “How dare you steal those delicious goods from me! We could’ve shared!” 

Exclaims of ‘stop’ bounced off the walls, along with her laughter while she tried to pry his hands off her to stop his attack. When he finally did, y/n calmed down again and even faltered when, instead, he attacked her lips with his in a long kiss. 

“I love you, y/n y/l/n,” he muttered when he pulled back, his forehead pressed to hers. 

Smiling, y/n kissed his nose. “I love you, Spencer ‘The Feminist’ Reid.” 

Spencer was always able to get her mind off the case, no matter how tough. In this instance, he’d been the buoys that kept her afloat, the rock that kept her steady. He’d been exactly what she needed him to be in a world that seemed to be against her and every other woman. 

Thanks to him, she dared to be seen, she dared to be loud. 

Because girls can drive. 

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Drabble Request - Tyler Rake - Prompt 16 - Preferred Mood: mostly passionate and intimate with just a touch of fluff and male savagery 💗 Thank you so much! 🤗

Hello! Why yes, I think I can manage that for you :)

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

"Fuck me," he breathes, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before opening again, watching his cock vanishing into your throat as he holds your hair back. "God, you give the best head."

Your eyes find his, winking up at him, releasing his cock with a soft pop, your tongue whirling over the head of his erection. "Hmm, I do, don't I?"

He snickers quietly, shaking his head. "There's that modesty I fell in love with." His hand tightens the grip upon your hair, his hips beginning to sway forward, looking down at you with a devilish grin. "Always look so pretty when I fuck that gorgeous mouth, always take it so fuckin' well."

You feel him begin to twitch against your tongue before long, hands grasping his hips and pushing him back, Tyler grunting with partial annoyance as he frowns at you. "I was enjoying that."

"Yeah," you breathe, kissing the vein that runs over his hip. "A little too much. Not ready for you to come yet. You gotta hold me down and fuck me for a while first."

"Nah," he sniffs, moving to the bed, lying down on his back. “I need you to ride me, babe. Right now.” 

"Well," you shrug, moving astride him, sinking down on the most perfect cock you've ever seen. "As long as I get this splitting my pussy, I don't mind."

He pulls you down to his level, kissing you softly, nuzzling your nose with his. "Good."

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Kinktober 2022, Day 24: Xenophilia

What’s Mine is Theirs

Summary:  you love Tyler’s accent

Pairings:  Tyler Rake X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, coercion, humiliation kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, filming without knowledge, voyeurism, cream pie, claiming, 18+ ONLY

Xenophilia is an attraction to foreign peoples, cultures, or customs.

Word Count:  1.6K

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"Oh come on," your friend giggles as she tries to pull you into a different bar. "I haven't seen Lance all day, and I know my man is missing me," you look at the blacked out windows of the bar in question. There was always something...off about Lance and his friends. They always seemed like it was a treasure to be in their presence.

"Tyler will be there," she gives you a smirk, backing up to the bar. "And Tyler has been looking for a special someone. He's still single, and a man that looks like that, won't be for too long. Come on," her body jiggles around, and you look back at the bar.

Tyler was godlike beautiful. It wasn't right to have a man that looking like that freely walking around. Everything about him from his perfect haircut, piercing blue eyes, tattoos, and most importantly that accent. Tyler was typically quiet, but when he opened his mouth and sweetly called you princess, you were ready to drop to your knees.

"Lance said everyone's there, and drinks are on the house for us," she tucks her hair behind her ear, and you spot a brand new Cartier Love bracelet around her wrist, and you pull at her hand, "Hey, I earned that. Lance has a matching one."

You start to open your mouth to protest, but she's already heading into the bar, "It's official now."

You had your reservations with his friends. Although, it was true he adored your friend, and treated the other friend's girlfriends and wives with respect, they all wore that same bracelet, well almost all. Your friend had been missing one for awhile. A bracelet that didn't come off unless you had a special tool. With a sigh, and a pit in your stomach you decide to follow her. Missing someone walking behind you to lock the door, and turn off the open sign.

You follow her as she pulls you to the bar, and a set of icy blue eyes stares at you from an upstairs room, "All doors are locked?" He asks, zeroing in on Sam who serves you a drink. Watching him like a hawk, he was not Jax and didn't need anything slipped in there.

"Yes, they're all locked," Ransom grunts sitting down, and pulling his girl over to his lap. "Batteries are charged, and all wires are connected. Now, it's up to you to get her in the room."

"What makes you think this is going to work?" Curtis asks watching you as well. "She's careful. You saw the footage, she struggled to even come in here. Being claimed terrifies her."

"It always does in the beginning. Find a girl that fits your needs, soften them up, and then send them through the initiation. They all become a puddle. They reap the benefits of the brotherhood, just like we do," Tyler gives you a smile as he watches you move into the middle of the floor. Your eyes watching every wrist there, and most were chained up just like your friend.

"Well go on. You waiting on the Professor to make sure that you can comply?" Curtis chuckles, looking down at his Yuki. She blows up a kiss to her man, before she goes to leave the floor. "You think she'll be able to handle your brand of kink?"

"Of course. It's not about pain, as much as humiliation. Their cunts are always tighter when they're ashamed. They're body less pliable, and you have to force them around. Have a good day gentleman, you too, Dove. I think Ransom needs another chase. You're making things too easy for him."

Tyler pops a mint into his mouth as he heads down to the bar. Judging by the cameras you were at the very least interested. Babydoll had used his name as a tactic to get you to come in, and even though you denied it, you still came inside willingly.

He hates reducing himself down to silly little plays, but he does. Running into you, and apologizing when your drink spills down your front, "I'm sorry, Princess. I ruined your dress."

"It's fine. I'm okay, and," you look up realizing that it's Tyler that had bumped into you, and his cheeky little grin has you clenching your thighs. God, he was so pretty. Disgustingly pretty, and you couldn't look away from him when he says your name.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some extra clothes around here somewhere," he gently grabs at your hand, and your friend smiles, pushing you towards him, before turning to dance with her boyfriend, and you turn to follow Tyler.

He takes you into a private room, where there was random costumes, and clothes. "You guys have burlesque shows or something?" You hold up a showgirl style outfit giggling.

"Or something," he answers, ruffling through some clothes. "Dammit," he looks at his reflection, before pulling off one of his shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his stomach, and there was even more tattoos. "Here," he wraps the shirt around you, helping you put your arms in, and ties it at the bottom.

"Can't even tell I made a mess of your dress. I can replace it."

You had never heard him speak so much, and it made you weak. His voice was so low and gravely, and that Australian accent had a flood of arousal rushing to your core. "It's fine. It was something I'd had for years. Your shirt is a nice touch."

"I like seeing my shirt on you."

"Oh, yeah? Where else would you like to see your shirt?" You were getting bold. A little bit of liquid courage, and some privacy, and it had you ready to do this man's bidding.

"Currently I'd like to see it in the floor," his calloused fingers caress your cheeks, and his thumb gently rubs over your lips. It was intoxicating. More so than the alcohol that was rushing to your limbs. Your body heats up, and you swear you stumble closer to him.

"The shirt I'm wearing, or the one you're wearing?"

"Why not both?" You whisper out a yes, and he reaches towards you, pulling up your dress. His hands immediately go to needing your breasts when he crashes his lips to yours.

A free hand snakes under your panties, spreading out your arousal, "What's got you so wet, Princess?" You whisper out a you, and pull of his own shirt. Your hands run over his chiseled chest, and he rips off your panties.

"Tyler!"

"You won't be needing those," pushing on your ass, he presses you up against him, and his bulge on your front makes you gasp, and you pull at his pants. "You're all the same," he groans, letting his pants fall to the ground.

With one swift move he lifts you up, and sinks you over him, and you stare owlishly at him when he bottoms out.

Walking towards a wall, he slams your back into it. His mouth assaults your neck, and he pushes your face over to the side. With his hands tightly around your thighs, he starts slamming you over his thick length, and that's when you see the camera. "I'm gonna make you a star, Princess," his hand reaches to a shelf, and he clicks a tv on, and you see your ruined face.

Tyler starts shoving you over him, cackling. "Yep, there is is. Your cunt is much tighter once you know they're all watching you."

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper, "The whole club is watching you getting impaled by my cock. There's worse though, so much worse. You think you can handle all of it?"

"What?"

"We own you now. Fucking hell!" He grunts when you clench down tight around him. "All this talk about Babydoll and her bracelet. Pledging her loyalty to her man, and to us. We'll protect you. Give you a life you could only dream of, and only one thing in return?"

"What's that?" You ask turning to look at him. His forehead presses against your own, and you already know.

"You're pussy. Your friends does have a sweet little snatch. Sharing is not a requirement after initiation. They all want to share though. Why wouldn't you," he moves back to your neck, chucking on you, "If you weren't making such a mess on my cock, I would think you cared. You want this. They're all watching you. Some probably are fucking someone, getting sucked off, having someone ride their face. To the brotherhood," he screams as he stabs up into you harshly.

You black out from the way he ruts into you. He was so deep, and he knew he owned you. You were a wreck. Screaming his name to the heavens like a beautiful prayer, and just thinking about someone getting off on your pleasure, "They'll love you Princess, and you shall be mine. Always mine," Tyler is relentless as he buries himself to the hilt. A succession of grunts and expletives as he searches for his release. "Fuuuckkk! Are you mine? Say it. Say it, or you won't cum."

You try and think about what all that means, but come up blank. Only the pleasure he was giving you, but the prospect of not coming over this man's glorious cock has you ready to cry. "I'm yours!"

Tyler's cock is demanding, slamming into your wet heat, when you let out an otherworldly sob. Coming hard over him, and he shoots thick ribbons of his spend into your womb. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder, and he carries you out of the room, still buried deep in you. Your releases dripping out of you when he shows you off to the group, "To the brotherhood and our precious Omegas!" Grabbing up a beer, he downs the brew quickly. "Princess, if you weren't fluttering around me, I would think you didn't like this."

"It's personal."

"Get used to it. What's mine is theirs."

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I need help. I've been in the early stages of plotting a secret government agency fic with a Fem!Reader x Male Trainer. Slow burn with some focus on other characters/ your backstory as well. Only issue is who my male lead will be. I know who I'd prefer (CH in Extraction is just perfect for what I want my character to be), but I'm also aware that one face claim is more popular than the other. I feel I need to take a poll. I'll probably use an original name, but do I choose,

OR

Reply to this post or leave me an ask, please.

Edit: I have never actually seen Sand Castle, but y'all couldn't tell me Henry sounded like that in it?

Let's pretend he sounds like August...lol.

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Little Talks | Tyler Durden x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hello I'm back, i absolutely love the previous Tyler Durden fics so I'm requesting some more <3

Could you write one whit the prompt "Woah, calm down, it's only me" whit the reader having Tyler over at his apartment for the first time after they hook up and going to get himself a glass of water in the middle of the night, getting startled by Tyler who followed him and almost knocking him out?

Thank you ':3

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summary: Tyler always gets what he wants, one way or another.

tws: swearing, choking, smoking

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It had been a long night, a really fucking long night, and although you would never say it was a bad night, the hours had still rendered you absolutely exhausted; you had finally decided to give Tyler a chance after he had nagged you into it, and you were far from regretting it. Finally hooking up with him for the first time was a goddamn blessing, if you were honest, even if you were certain that he would leave by the time that you had fallen asleep.

You were surprised though, as when you had woken up in the middle of the night, such an unholy hour that you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe something was wrong, he was still clinging onto you; one arm thrown across you, a leg between yours as he slept soundly. You resisted the urge to gently rake through his hair as you slowly and cautiously pulled yourself from his grasp.

Your mouth felt something awful, like your mouth was somehow too wet and too dry at the same time, so you decided that, while you were up, you would grab a drink and a quick smoke before you went back to sleep; you made sure that the kitchen speaker was playing ever so quietly when you turned it on, the sound of 'Ring of Fire' by Johnny Cash made you yearn to hum and sing along as you filled your glass.

Had you been alone, there was no doubt that you would have, but you supposed that Tyler wouldn't appreciate being woken up at such an hour, so you kept your mouth shut as you slowly knocked back the drink. You didn't want to fuck up, you knew that Tyler had more than a handful of admirers, you knew that he could easily move on to someone else if you displeased him; you didn't want to fuck up.

You knew there would be no sweet goodbye in the morning. You knew that the chance to sit alone and watch the sky would never happen. Things that any other guy would do with his boyfriend were never going to happen; Tyler wouldn't even call you his boyfriend, you were sure of that... but it was all too easy to fall for him. A slow and old country song started to play, and you couldn't resist swaying from side to side slightly as you finished your drink and left the glass in the sink, about to get yourself a cigarette when you felt a hand on your hip.

You whirled around, throwing a punch, but he caught your wrist before you could properly hit him, and a dark chuckle came from the back of his throat.

"Woah, calm down, it's only me, baby."

You huffed, wrenching your wrist from his grasp as you rubbed your eyes. "Tyler... fucking Hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"You're cute when you're startled," he teased, backing you up against the nearest counter, his hands bracing the marble as he left enough room for you to move yourself if you wanted to. "You left me cold."

You bit at the inside of your lip for a moment. "Sorry... I was thirsty."

Tyler looked you up and down, studying your features in the dark as a pleased and excited look came to his eyes; he didn't even have the decency to borrow your dressing gown, stood there in just his boxers as they hung slightly too low. Slowly, he brought his hand up, gently tracing your bottom lip as he nodded in approval.

"You gonna come back?"

"Yeah," you breathed out, transfixed by him. "Yeah, I'll, I'll be back once I've had something to smoke."

"Stay there," Tyler commanded, coaxing you up onto the counter and grinning to himself as he helped himself to two cigarettes. He lit them both and came to stand between your legs as he handed one to you.

Of course Tyler knew that he would always get his own way when it came to you, or any other guy for that matter; he was charming and handsome, pretty and cunning. He just had to press the right buttons, and when it came to you, he knew exactly which ones to slam his hand down on and when.

"I didn't expect you'd still be here."

He cocked a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah," you shrugged. "I know your reputation, Tyler. You... you leave people as soon as you're bored, and usually that happens in the middle of the night."

"Oh, baby," Tyler shook his head as he laughed. "Did you forget?"

"Forget what?"

He laid his hand on your throat, a puff of grey leaving his lips as he chuckled softly. "Whatever I want, I take it. That includes you."

"Tyler," you didn't want to admit you liked the way that his hand felt against your throat. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Why the fuck do you think I kept asking you to give me a chance?" He asked. "If I just wanted to break a bed, I'd have found someone else who would've said yes the second I asked. It's not just about that."

You scoffed. "Oh, really?"

He applied a little pressure to your throat, and you grinned at him. "Really. I want you, want you to be only mine."

Your breath hitched as you bit back a soft whimper, overwhelmed by him as always and needing to feel his lips on yours. But Tyler wouldn't give you what you wanted so easily, you knew that. "But we're not dating?"

"Oh, we are," he dropped his hand from your throat, placing it at the small of your back so that he could pull you in real close. "You're mine."

You shivered at the way he said it. "What about your friends? Y'know, the ones from... business dealings."

"They won't touch you," Tyler said lowly. "If they do, I'll make sure they never lay a hand on you again. Never so much as look at you."

"I want to be yours," you admitted. "But... I have a request."

"Say it."

"I want you to stay the night," you told him. "And come back this evening."

For a moment, he thought about it; he could easily still attend Fight Club, could easily still sort the pressing matter of Project Mayhem, and make it back in time for tea, too. He didn't see why not.

"Anything you want," Tyler shrugged. "It's yours."

"I just have to take it," you raised your brows. "Right?"

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