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infinitystoner · 3 months
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Compliance
A continuation of Misconduct / MASTERLIST
Pairing: James Conrad x Female Reader
Summary: You disobeyed a direct order during a mission, and, now that you’re back in the safety of your motel room, Conrad reminds you that actions have consequences.
Word Count: 2.1k
Tags/Content: Established Relationship, Soft Dom!Conrad, Bratty Sub Behavior, Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Smut! Smut! Smut!, Plot? What Plot?
Rating: Explicit; 18+
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“...you’re going to talk me through it.”
Conrad’s tongue darts across his bottom lip, drinking in the vision of you, bound and on your knees before him. He leans back, propping himself up on one elbow and spreading his legs with measured grace. His right hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he’s halted his motions.  
In this moment, you grasp the gravity of your current situation and his need for control. You commit to doing whatever he asks of you. 
“Go on, love. I’m waiting.” 
“Stroke yourself… slowly,” you say, saliva pooling in your mouth as you watch Conrad unhurriedly move his hand along his hardening length. His piercing gaze remains focused on yours. 
Yes, you’ll give him exactly what he wants tonight. 
He should be careful what he asks for. 
“Now imagine my warm tongue against your balls, licking my way up your cock until—” you pause, watching Conrad’s hand tighten around his cock as he pumps faster, groaning out a string of curses. Your pussy shamelessly throbs in response and you press your thighs together in an effort to relieve the burning ache, groaning when the seam of your jeans provides the tiniest bit of friction. “—until my lips wrap around the tip. Touch yourself there.” 
At your words, he runs the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, whimpering as his hips jerk.
“Come closer,” Conrad growls. 
The intoxicating scent of him envelopes you, and you suppress the urge to take him in your mouth as you settle into your new position between his thighs. You’re determined to prove you can be obedient, but you wonder how long this little game will last. Because for the past six months, you and Conrad have followed the same routine: complete an assignment, come back to the motel, and release your collective adrenaline. 
His stamina post-mission is always impressive. You can’t wait for him to rail you within an inch of your life. 
“Imagine your cock hitting the back of my throat as I gag around you.”
You wet your lips as Conrad continues to thrust into his hand, tossing his head back as his hips shift off the edge of the bed. He’s quick to catch himself, but his cock grazes your mouth before he does so, and you give in – licking the tip as he groans above you. 
“Naughty girl,” he rasps, cupping your chin as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. The rough timbre of his voice reverberates through you, settling in your core as your traitorous hips buck against the edge of the mattress. 
“Stand up.” 
He knows exactly what he’s doing, giving you these brusque commands. The heat swirling through your cunt pulses in time with your frantic heartbeat. You don’t stand a chance. 
Conrad steadies you when you struggle to rise to your feet. So much for being seductive. But he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s honed in – hastily unfastening your pants and tugging them over the curve of your ass with ease as he positions you between his knees. His cock, resting heavy against his thigh, twitches as he runs a finger through your folds. The way he parts his lips and slants his brows lets you know he’s recalculating his next move. 
“You’re soaked.” 
“Let me come,” you say as he strokes your swollen clit with calloused, practiced fingertips. 
“Not yet,” he replies, pulling away. “Bend over.”
His firm chest presses against yours as he stands. Tilting your head up to meet his gaze, you note your own lust is reflected in his eyes. 
Any other man would likely fuck you into the mattress, but Conrad is not just any man. He’s methodical, precise in his actions. There are never any hasty decisions with him. No sudden deviations from the plan.  
It’s what you love most about him; yet, earlier tonight, you’d commandeered his mission and subsequently betrayed his trust.  
Conrad meticulously positions you in front of him. You don’t say a word, instead imagining the intense focus on his face: the furrow of his brow, the way his lips press together in concentration, a hint of his tongue peeking out. He guides your upper body to rest against the bed before seizing the belt around your wrists as if it’s a rein. The thought of him riding you to the edge of oblivion sends a tingling thrill up your spine. 
“Is this alright?” he asks. 
Craning your neck, you finally take in the sight of him behind you as he bends his knees to line himself up. He’s a terrible tease, and the well-worn denim of his jeans tickles the back of your thighs as he drags his cock along your pussy, applying just enough pressure to drive you mad. 
“Just fuck me already,” you whine, and Conrad chuckles as you writhe beneath him. There are several reasons why you shouldn’t goad him, but that requires a presence of mind you don’t currently possess.   
“Such a filthy mouth. But, if you insist.” 
Conrad snatches the belt as he buries himself in your cunt, bottoming out in one swift snap of his hips. Your back arches and you cry out at the sensation of being so perfectly full. His fingertips once again find your clit, delicious pressure building in your hips as he mimics the wave of pleasure that crashes over you each time his hips roll against your ass. 
“Need to come, James. Please.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“I- I …” you stutter, every last brain cell focused on the feel of his cock dragging along your g-spot.
“Answer. Me.” Each word is punctuated with an agonizingly slow thrust. Both his hands are now firmly holding your hips down, but you attempt to squirm anyway, your throbbing clit searching for pressure or friction — anything to aid you in toppling you over the edge. But Conrad’s grip keeps you still and at his mercy. 
“Oh, you wicked thing,” he drawls, leaning over, his solid form pressing you further into the mattress. 
“So wicked,” you agree as he leans back and smacks your ass, the sweet sting making you clench around his cock. 
“God,” he breathes out between gritted teeth, his large hand kneading your cheek before giving it another swift smack. “You must want- want me to fuck the brat out of you.” 
Conrad wraps an arm around your midriff, pulling your body back against him. 
“You can try.” You rise to your tip-toes as he continues to rock into you, your bound hands clutching at the hem of his t-shirt. A deep laugh rumbles in his chest as he leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear. 
“Oh? Is that what you really want? Will a proper fuck set you straight?” 
“Yes, Daddy.”
You know it drives him wild when you call him that, and, as predicted, his movements become more frenzied. The sounds of Conrad’s groans as his cock slides into your pussy over and over again are hypnotic. He’s quickly losing himself – and so are you. The noises of bliss he’s pulling from you meld with his own as they reverberate around the room, and soon you’re ready to scream out his name. It’s only when his hips judder and he rests his forehead against your back as rides out his climax that you realize he’s not going to let you come. 
“You did so good,” Conrad praises as he unfastens the belt from your forearms and pulls you into his embrace. He brings your wrist up to his lips, tenderly kissing all the places the leather dug into your flesh. You whine as your orgasm ebbs. 
“Do you know why I didn’t grant you release?” 
You’re frustrated, and he knows it. You open your mouth to reply with some bratty retort, but Conrad simply tuts, pressing a finger to your lips. 
“Because you were impatient. Disobedient. And for this,” he motions between you, “to work, I can’t have you taking unnecessary risks out there. Is that understood?” 
Your heart plummets at the realization that you’ve truly disappointed him. Your mind whirs as remorse floods your senses – there’s got to be some way to make him realize how much you regret your earlier misconduct. 
“I understand,” is all you manage to say. 
“Good. Now,” Conrad says, nodding towards the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
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The shower soothes you and rinses away some of your worries, but then Conrad joins you. As you silently begin to wash the dirt and sweat off each other’s bodies, something more than water slickens the space between your thighs. You guide his hand to the crease of your hip, praying those talented fingers will finally grant you release. 
He leans back to observe your face. “Feeling quite bold tonight, are we?”
“I need you, James.” 
“I know, darling. But I need you to take this seriously.” 
A whine rumbles at the back of your throat as he steps out of the tub, his glorious ass on full display as he reaches for the towels. In quiet defeat, you turn the faucet off, watching the water circle the drain. What a fool you’ve been. 
Conrad gently wraps a towel around your shoulders and helps you out of the shower, his touch a comforting anchor in the midst of vulnerability. 
“What if your plan had backfired? You could have been captured — or worse…” his voice trails off, like he can’t bring himself to say it.  
Because the mission’s success and your safe return home had been pure dumb luck. You replay the moment it all went to hell: Your target, a bureaucrat being held captive by a small crew of outlying militants, was left unguarded. You took advantage of the opportunity and succeeded in securing the abducted party. But you had compromised not only your own safety, but everyone else’s, in the process. 
His voice drops as he nudges his nose against yours. “There is only one thing that matters to me in this life, and that is you, my precious girl.” 
Conrad runs his thumb over your cheek, and your heart drops into your stomach as those crystal blue eyes look down at you with unwavering devotion. You don’t deserve him, and yet he is yours – completely.  
“And I- I cannot bear the thought of something happening to you.” 
“It won’t happen again. I promise,” you reply quietly, wanting to say more, yet realizing that your words aren’t enough. Not when you were so reckless. 
“I want to believe you,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you. It’s brief – much too brief – and you do your best to ignore the twinge of pain that jabs your heart as he walks away. 
You’ll do whatever it takes to earn back his sacred trust. Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you search the small armoire tucked in the corner of the motel bathroom for an item Conrad gifted you months ago as a peace offering. Finally, you find it: an embroidered beige negligee. The thin silk highlights the contours of your curves, and you delight in the way it skims over your damp skin as you walk into the bedroom. 
Something akin to hope bubbles inside you because Conrad is waiting for you there, leaning against the pillows, long legs stretching across the bed and his bath towel slung low around his hips. The tense pinch between his brows softens as he notes what you’re wearing. He beckons you to him.
“Surely you’re not ready for sleep yet?” he teases as you lie down next to him, the scent of lavender soap intertwining with the heady, lingering smell of sex.
“I’m much too stimulated to sleep,” you admit with sigh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 
“Oh?” He rolls on top of you, pushing the hem of your nightgown above your hips before caging you between his arms. “We’ll have to do something about that then.”
“Are you sure I deserve it?” you ask, although you widen your hips in anticipation. Conrad settles between them, quickly discarding his towel. The soft amber light of the sconces above your bed highlights the expanse of muscles rippling beneath his taut, tanned skin. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes and you think you might break under the weight of his gaze.
“My love. This life we lead… it’s dangerous. Imperfect. That is what you don’t deserve.”
At times, it feels like you’re standing on the precipice of your own destruction. The love you possess for this gorgeous man consumes you like a raging wildfire, and you know it will inevitably leave a trail of ashes in its wake. You inhale, gliding your fingers across the sharp line of his cheekbone before curling your hand around the back of his neck. 
“It’s the life I want – the life I choose. Every day,” you assure him. “Just as I choose you, James. Every day.” 
Whatever he sees in your expression must convince him you’re telling the truth because, as he slowly guides himself inside you, he says, 
“I believe you.”
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earlgreydream · 1 year
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October 3rd: subspace / domination with the marauders
cw: d/s, poly!marauders, overstim, heavy subspace, pet names, praise, oral
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your head was already fuzzy, up in the clouds from how distant you’d slipped from reality. everything was overwhelming lately, and you’d finally broken down to beg your lovers for some much-needed stress relief.
they knew what you meant of course, always so attuned to your needs. each of the boys had noticed the way your tone had a whiny lilt to it recently, and the doe-eyed gaze and soft compliance to their instruction.
here you were, late on a Friday evening, knelt between remus’ legs as he gently stroked his fingers over your hair, your cheek pressed to his inner thigh. the fire was warm in the hearth, glowing softly over the four of you. James and Sirius watched you intently, already feeling you fading the moment you’d nested at Remus’ feet.
“bunny?” james affectionately called to you, smiling as your eyes opened just enough to gaze at him beneath your lashes.
Remus gently pushed you toward james, watching as james hauled you onto his lap, kissing you heavily. it was filthy, all tongue and slow and sensual, his hand cupping your panties as he did so.
James hardened at your soft sighs, smirking when your hips rolled against his hand, searching for more friction.
“what’s the rule?” remus’ stern voice broke through the clouds in your head.
“service you first, ‘ve got to earn it,” you answered obediently, lips forming a pout as james adjusted to stand in front of your kneeling figure.
“take his cock like a good girl,” Sirius encouraged, draped lazily over remus as the two of them watched the lewd sight.
james freed himself from the loose Gryffindor sweatpants, waiting as you opened your mouth, letting him in as his fingers tangled through your hair. you were trying to be good, sucking him off as best you could in your faltering mindset. gags had tears rolling down your cheeks, turning James on further as he continued to fuck deeper into your throat. you barely registered his firm encouragement to relax, your nails digging into his creamy thighs as you struggled for oxygen.
“no, gentle.” James chastised, his palm lightly slapping your cheek, not really enough to hurt, but enough to startle you into behaving.
you dropped your hands from clawing at his legs, letting him finish in your mouth, petting your stinging cheek as you fought to swallow his load.
“good girl,” James’ praise soothed your submission, dropping you even deeper into your space.
you didn’t move, knelt before james, waiting patiently to be guided, the three finding endearing and sweet.
Remus helped you up, carefully undressing you out of his jumper — and the now soaked — panties that hugged your hips.
“sweet thing, did you get turned on?” he hummed, lightly brushing his finger through your folds, feeling how wet you’d gotten just from sucking off james.
you shuddered, overly sensitive for the lack of attention you’d received, leaning into Remus, wanting to bury yourself in his safety.
“have to get you off—“ you protested when he tried to push you onto the bed, remembering the rule that you came last, and only if you behaved.
truly, in your state, Remus wasn’t sure how much more you could take, full sunk into subspace and focused only on pleasing them. he let you, watching carefully, searching for any signs you were nearing your limit, even as your hands wrapped around him, stroking firmly in a way that left his hips stuttering.
“f-fuck,” he swore as you squeezed his balls, licking the precum off his head.
the exclamation made you hesitate before Sirius assured you weren’t in trouble, encouraging you to keep helping Remus, softly praising you for doing a good job.
you preened under their approval, whining when Remus pulled away, coming into his hand instead of on your face. he knew that had you been a little more with it, you’d detest him painting your chin and neck with his release, often a punishment for poor behavior. he had no intention of letting you experience any discomfort in your state, aside from James’ light discipline.
“shush, you’re not in trouble,” Remus smeared a kiss over your forehead, pushing you down onto your back.
“padfoot?” your little voice finally questioned, searching for Sirius, wanting your dom that had the softest spot for you.
“hi bunny, you’ve been so good, such a good girl,” he praised, climbing over you and settling his hips between your legs so he could kiss you.
nothing else mattered for a moment, other than his lips on yours, your fingers lightly pushing into his hair. he was hard, rubbing against your core, dry-fucking you lazily as he invaded your senses.
“no, I’m going to taste you,” Sirius stopped as your knee hooked over his hip, trying to angle him to fuck you.
“I haven’t-”
“relax,” he firmly kissed you once more before climbing down, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed and kneeling between your thighs.
your knee draped over his shoulder, your back arching off the bed as soon as his tongue delved inside if you. Remus and James watched as you writhed beneath Sirius, crying out in ecstasy, your mind fully gone as orgasms exploded through you.
Sirius kissed the inside of your thigh, laughing gently as you trembled around him. your eyes rolled back as he pinned your knees to your shoulders, fucking you deep and slow. you clung to Sirius, your face buried in his neck, warm skin muffling your moans.
you barely registered him finishing, consciousness melted as your head rested in james’ lap, remus taking a washcloth to clean up your mess.
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mxlfoydraco · 1 year
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Unpopular hp opinion: snape is a good character and a terrible person. These opinions can and should coexist!
He serves to further the plot and serve as a mini antagonist that’s more relatable at school in the early years. I sincerely don’t understand the pro and anti snape tags because he may have had reasons to do things but it doesn’t excuse him (*jake Peralta voice* cool motive still murder bro). Similarly removing him from the story removes conflict necessary to drive the plot
My feelings about Snape are unpopular on both the pro and anti side. 😅
Snape was a terrible adult and there’s no excuse for his abhorrent treatment of already traumatized children, especially Neville
He was also an abused and neglected child living in poverty, literally no wonder he had anger and self-worth issues
Snape did at least trivialize his friends’ bullying of muggleborns and thought it was fun (e.g., Mulciber and Mary Macdonald)
BUT Lily also let him get away with that behavior and stuck by him knowing the crowd he was getting into, if I was a fellow muggleborn I’d resent that a lot
James took things way too far and incited the hostility between them, SWM was inexcusable. he went beyond the actual reasons Snape deserved to be criticized so much that those got glossed over
BUT Snape was actively trying to expose Remus as a werewolf, which he later did! that would not only get him kicked out but also registered to the ministry, yeah of course that’s agitating the friends who are breaking the law to protect him?? He went into the willow on a full moon while suspecting Remus was a werewolf. SIR
Also yes, I too would bully a racist classmate, sue me
Snape didn’t actually want to be a teacher and Dumbledore used his grief and regrets to keep him under his thumb until he was useful, he never had a life that was his own and maybe he could’ve become a better person if he had a chance to not get reminded of the worst moments/mistakes of his life daily yknow
He was willing to let Voldemort kill Lily’s husband and baby, the latter he went ahead and tormented knowing he was orphaned bc of his snitching for looking like his dead father also murdered bc of his snitching
That’s so cruel and petty, also disrespectful to Lily’s memory
He could have taken another path and exploring that in fanon can be fascinating! That can be done without excusing his fuck ups!! It is compelling to see such a hardened and closed off character find softness and empathy so yeah I get it!
One side ignores the circumstances that created such a bitter, resentful and lonely person and the other side acts like he’s a poor little defenseless baby who wasn’t giving it his best in return and acting a fool. like. can we find a middle ground please
I’ve been holding this in if you couldn’t tell lol bc I used to be so strict w my stance too. I find arguments from the both sides valid but the discussions get so polarized
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Reflecting on Sanctuary and Helen and John's relationship, particularly the flashback where John killed Molly.
The way he introduced Helen to Molly; "Allow me to introduce you to my fiancé--or should I say former fiancé--"
His tone, the way he said it, indicates that he was the one that broke things off with Helen, not the other way around.
Most fanfics go with Helen was the one to break it off, because she discovered he was the Ripper and, yes, she did say something about protecting their daughter.
But... I don't think a man is going to be trying to rub the broken engagement/failed relationship in his ex-fiancé's face if she was the one that initiated it. There would have been a lot more anger in his tone, especially with the energy creature at such a heightened state.
It would also make no sense that Helen made the discovery and simply handed back the ring without attempting to do anything to stop John from leaving the situation or subduing him to help him, as she asked him to let her do in the showdown scene.
The tone and situation all point to John being the one to break things off. He knew what he was becoming, and he was afraid that he would hurt Helen (Molly's resemblance to Helen is a strong indication of substitution for the person he/the energy creature truly wanted to kill).
Once he broke off the engagement for no reason, with his increasingly odd/erratic behavior, then Helen would start suspecting and looking deeper, forcing James to look as well and come to their conclusion.
John Druitt may not be an entirely good man, but back when the Ripper murders were taking place, where he was losing control and becoming violent for the first time and was less hardened by the world and his experience, I firmly believe he would go to some lengths to protect Helen from himself, even if he didn't understand why.
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cedarandstories · 1 year
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Why
James:
Today I stopped by that park downtown that I adore. The spring flowers have just begun to bloom, and I can see the leaves returning to the trees plotted all around the park. The water lilies dot the water right around the river’s edge, almost like it is from a Monet painting. 
While I was there, I noticed a young mother trying to wrangle her son. The boy appeared to be around eleven or twelve. The age of defiance, why’s, and no’s. The son was stubborn and stood his ground in the face of his mother hissing harsh punishments to him if he failed to comply. Without context, I am sure some will blame the child for this interaction, wondering why the boy is being so difficult. 
Frankly, I never understood why we’d blame a child when an adult clearly modeled and gave them these behaviors. It’s always sad to see how much we blame them for when we forget they had to have learned somewhere. 
Seeing things like that always brings me back to when I was younger and having to deal with my own mother and what she had done. It reminds me of how little we see behind that closed door. That place always seemed scarier when she was there. 
Once the door closed to the house, to that apartment, to the next apartment, you know you were at her mercy. You knew there was no escaping it. All you could do was grit your teeth and hope for a bit of mercy. You always welcomed when she went to bed early. You knew then for a fleeting few hours, you’d be at peace and safe. You cherished that little fleeting moment. It felt like seconds compared to the eons you spent enduring the pain, the fear, the worry, the anxiety. 
The tactics often felt like they ramped up over time. The worst was sleep deprivation. That one was particularly painful James. It’s often hard to put it into words or lay out, but let me try my best. 
9 PM - She arrives home and slams the door shut. Your breath shudders, and almost retreats back into you, almost like it's just as scared as you are. 
11 PM - Cue the fight. The gaslighting. Calling you selfish. Worthless. Good for nothing. Waste of a son. The works. You stand tall and strong, your meager frame at ten years old tries in vain to withstand it. You look her dead in the eyes, letting everything in one ear and out the other. When she isn’t satisfied with that, she cuts deep. Deeper than a blade right in between your rib cage. No, she goes right through the heart. 
1 AM - You’re not exhausted. Sorry, wait, you’re now exhausted. Maybe you got a small break in between screaming and crying that was forced onto you to break you down. Maybe not. Either way, this is usually when the exhaustion and pain and fear encircle you like a squad closing in on a target. When they strike, they hit hard. You finally break down. The first tears well up. You feel the strain and tension in your eyes and face. You struggle and thrash inside, trying to withstand it just a bit longer so you can go take a walk or go into your room to cry. Instead, it happens there. Your eyes well up, and flood right out. You curl up into the couch, sobbing. Unable to breathe, snot creeping down your chin. You’re embarrassed. Scared. Angry. Finally, you feel that cold backhand connect with your cheek.
Thwack!
2 AM - You look away, stunned, face red. You feel more tears come on, but that hard slap reconnects you to reality and reminds you of the current predicament and your pitiful existence. Instead, you harden up and finally face her. You’re still shaking, but manage to keep the gaze steady. Finally, she relents. You may sleep. Finally. 
4 AM - You have finally settled into a peaceful slumber. You dream of something calming. Maybe you’re finally away from her. Or at a friend’s house. Those peaceful moments flutter away, replaced by the loud crash of your door swinging open. It’s her again. You feel yourself clutch your pillow tight, holding on for dear life. Not a stuffed animal, because you were too old for them at ten. The argument continues. You knew it was coming. You hoped and prayed it wouldn’t. You finally fooled yourself into thinking it wouldn’t happen today. But it did. Like always. 
I used to wonder why people could do this. I’d wonder why people could stoop this low, especially for someone they are supposed to love. But love is a fickle word. Maybe they love you. Maybe they don’t. They sure do love the idea of you they have carved out for you. When you fail to meet it, then you aren’t loved. I am sure it’s simple in their minds. Maybe it isn’t. 
I hope that boy eventually gets away from that situation I saw at the park. He’ll be amazed at how the world opens up with people love you, not the idea of you. 
Yours, 
Daniel
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bakenekosimp · 1 year
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the death singer|NeteyamxreaderxLoak|
A AWOW fanfiction. (Neteyam x reader x Loak)  TW: Angst, mention of mental health problems, mention of trauma, mentions of death, mention of war, alcohol, drugs, smut, explicit language, time skips, mention of past events, change of POV, polyamorous(?), mention of songs, change of lore, included navi language, OP main Caracter,   
All the characters /except the reader/ the storyline and the world of AWOW are property by James Cameron (Disney). My property is just the plot and storyline of this fanfiction. 
Kapitel 1: Our little adventures...
A AWOW fanfiction. (Neteyam x reader x Loak)  TW: Angst, mention of mental health problems, mention of trauma, mentions of death, mention of war, alcohol, drugs, smut, explicit language, time skips, mention of past events, change of POV, polyamorous(?), mention of songs, change of lore, included navi language, OP main Caracter,   
All the characters /except the reader/ the storyline and the world of AWOW are property by James Cameron (Disney). My property is just the plot and storyline of this fanfiction.  
“Lo’ak! You irresponsible Skxawng! Bring her back to the ground!” Me and the younger Sully Brother looked shocked at Neteyam, who’s been flying his ikran right next to us all of the sudden. His face showed clear his inner emotions: he was absolutely pissed at his younger Brother.  I mean... I kind of get it. Finding his younger brother with the ‘small and weak’ human being they’ve always sworn to protect, on a flying reptile, knowing that their father and her father would kill them if they knew, was a good reason to be angry – I guess? 
Lo’ak was always the more adventures one of them. I enjoyed his carelessness – even though it brought me sometimes in dangerous situations.  He loved to show me everything on Pandora as if I was one of them. Never let me feel that I’ve been different – as if my whole appearance wasn't a constantly reminder.  I loved that he could make me feel like I was one of them and live a life of a Navi - born as a human.  Deep down I always knew that Neteyam was right. Our “little adventures”, like Lo’ak liked to call them, were indeed dangerous for me. I looked at my arms that were around the big torso in front of me. Deep blue skin color met a kind of reddish beige.  
Even though those differences always reminded me of what I am – I couldn’t stop myself. Lo’ak always tugged me in. He was capable to make me feel so carefree. Just the way he always said: “Let’s have another adventure together little one.”, got me excited and my heart to race.  
“You know you can be such a bore, dear Brother?”, Lo’ak screamed into the direction of the older sibling with a snickering face. His hand finding my thigh to ensure me. Even though he always made the elders go nuts with his impulsive behavior, my mind always said: “I can see you.” - he always made sure, that I was save and that I felt save.  
“Let's have some fun, little one?” The way bigger Navi turned down to look me in the eyes, with a mischievous grin. As always, I started to fall into his almost glowing yellow eyes, giving him a lost nod.  
Just as his words left his lips, he leaded his ikran to make a nosedive. Out of instinct I hardened my grip around Lo’ak, feeling once again so small compared to his body size.   As I closed my eyes, I could hear the more rational thinking brother scream: “Has Eywa took your brain know?!”  
I giggled – loving the dynamic of our trio way too much.  
“Open your eyes, (y/n). You’re missing the whole show.” Lo’ak said just loud enough for me to hear. I did as I was told. The mask on my face, that I needed to breath, shielded my eyes – so I didn’t need them to adjust.  We were flying steady again and so I could finally enjoy the beautiful few of the hallelujah mountains. After all this year's my mind still couldn’t understand how those big pieces of solid material could fly – my dad tried to explain the phenomena to me, but to be honest... it always made my head hurt. But I kind of think I’m happy that I never understood the scientistic few of my father – it was way more magically for me like this.  
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With doe eyes I stretched my hand away and let it slide through the waterfall we wear flying next to. I was so mesmerized by the nature that I could finally see not just from the ground. After years of encourage I finally had convinced my childhood friend to take me on a ride – totally taking in everything. In the distance I could see three black creatures running through the trees. One was bigger than the other. I tried to get a better look but lost them in green landscape.   Lo’ak grinned as he saw the expression in my face. I never felt so alive like just in that moment, on the back of an ikran with Lo’ak in front of me, with his hand on my small human thigh. I let out a scream of excitement just like I’ve learned from them. Two male voices joining in to show their happiness.  
I turned my head around surprised by the second male voice. Neteyam  finally caught up next to us, I was relieved, that his expression had changed. He looked happy and gave me a playful wink.  
Totally overwhelmed I pressed myself harder against Lo’ak smiling like an idiot with my masked face against his back. The only thing that slightly ruined that moment was that stupid see-through shield on my head. I hated it.  But not even this stupid thing could kill my mood.  
“Lo’ak where are you and (y/n)? Norm is here to take her home.”, we suddenly heard Jake Sully through the Throat Microphone. The mentioned pressed against the piece of technology with two fingers. “Forest, sir.”, he answered shortly. Neteyam shook his head, with wide eyes and made a slicing move with his hand at his throat, to probably tell his brother that this wasn't a good idea. 
“Base! Instantly!” The older brother let his head sink with a groan.  
As we heard the change in their father's voice, we knew we were fucked. “He can’t know – how could he know?”, I asked confused. Lo’ak looked as conflicted as always when he knew that his father was disappointed again. Let’s face it – his father was most of the time making him feel like he was a disappointment. My heart sunk as I noticed it was once again my fault.  
“He always knows, (y/n).”, he said and made his ikran turn. I looked back with a frown. Neteyam was right behind us. His happy mood was also obviously washed away. As our eyes met, he gave me a half smile. I petted the blue skin on Lo’aks arm. “I’m so sorry.”, I said in a mumble.  
He didn’t give me an answer. The flew back felt so much longer, with no words spoken.  
As we arrived back, we were already greeted by the unhappy faces of our fathers. We didn’t even try to come up with a fake scenario, landing directly in front of them. Lo’ak jumping down from the turquoise animal, disconnecting his queue, and helping me down. Sadness hit me again in an unmerciful wave.   
My mind played tricks on me, showing me how I expected the moment to be, when the Navi in front of me would have lifted me from the ikran. Two happy faces would have met. I wanted to hug him after our flight. I wanted to hold his hand and tell him how graceful I’m that I have a friend like him.  I wanted this to be a special bonding moment for us. 
That all felt so surreal now. I felt like I was a burden for him as I looked in those sad eyes, which glowed in a rich golden color, since the sun started to settle down.  
Lo’ak took my hand in his as he led me to Jake and the other grown up, that looked like a Navi.  Neteyam right behind me with his tail protectively around my chest as he always did, when he felt the need to protect me. The taller one leaned his head between us and whispered: “Can’t save your asses this time – he sent me to look for you Skxawngs. He knew you weren’t in the forest.”  
Now we understood why the Olo'eyktan was instantly in rage. Lo’aks ears flattened in worry, so I squeezed his hand and gave him a securing smile. The fact that my partner in crime didn’t make the impression that he blamed me for this, made me feel saver with my insecurity. It was once again us against the world. Or in this case – us against our protective fathers.  
Memories of other times flooded my mind. I can’t count how often me and Lo’ak had been admonished by our fathers because our “little adventures”. But I was pretty sure – neither our fathers fought something would ever change.  
“Of all those things you did, that was the most irresponsible and lightheaded!”, Jake screamed at Lo’ak, who only looked to the ground. “I’m not so sure about that.”, I whispered to myself and suppressed a grin. Neteyam, who obviously heard me hit me soft on my arm.  
“She could have fall. She could have died! You're risking the life of your best friend for some fun!” - “It was all my idea, sir.”, I tried to intervene. “That doesn’t matter. He could’ve said no!”, the Olo'eyktan tried to lower his voice volume as he looked at me. The next moment he was hissing at his son.  
“I’m sorry, sir.”, Lo’ak mumbled. He cautious looked at my father. “I’m sorry, Mr. Spellman. I never wanted to bring your daughter in danger.”, he now said way more confidently. My dad's face changed instantly, showing empathy with the teenager in front of him.  
“Don't you worry, Lo’ak. I know (y/n), and I know how convincing she can get. Something she didn’t get from my side of the family. Also call me Norm, I feel so old when you call me Mr. Spellman.”, he joked, petting the head of the boy who still held my hand. A small smile crept on the troublemaker's face. “Wich doesn't mean I’m happy with your actions, young boy. You must learn how to not fall for her charm, or you will be wrapped around her fingers.”, my father winked.  
“Daad, can you just shut uuup?”, I groaned. As much as I hated it, when my father made fun of the connection I had with the sully brothers, always trying to show how much he ‘shipped’ us, I loved him for lifting the mood.  
“Sorry to say that, Norm. But my baby brother is already totally dazzled by her seductiveness. Bewitched.” I heard Neteyam right next to my ear, as he leaned his head on my shoulder, with his voice in a low almost growl. I felt his tail leaving my body, now swinging next to me, showing that he was hyped to help my father tease us.  
“I hate you.” I whispered in his direction. “You love me.”, he answered on the instant.  
“You think my daughter is seductive?”, my father said with a pleased grin, having way too much fun with how easy it was to trap the other brother. 
Mr. Sully started laughing now at how dumfounded Neteyam looked at my father.  
“We know your both head other hills for that girl. Norm I would like to invite you and your daughter for dinner, to make it up to you.”, he said still laughing.  
“Can we please stop talking about me as if I wasn’t here.” I complained. “And can we please stop pretending that me or my brother think about (Y/n) in that kind of way.”, Lo’ak added, while his cheeks started to get a purple. He was trying to protect his blush with his hand and Neteyam just cleared his throat and headed to their home.  
“Sorry, we didn’t want to ruin your little childhood crush behavior.”, my dad tried to soothe us as he followed Mr. Sully, who started to walk with a grin on his face, shaking his head.
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"Don't leave me behind-," the biotic whined, barely able to pant out the short few words. Normally, she would mock such a derailment from his usual behavior, Alenko never begged, but this was not a normal time.
As if on cue, another blast ripped her attention away from the shuttle. They needed to get the fuck out of here. No more time for arguing. Shepard had dallied enough; this field was not a place for a tearful goodbye. Mary had already done the goodbyes, and her soldier mindset was beyond tears if the regular Mary allowed herself to cry in the first place. Her gaze swiveled back to the shuttle with a huff, why now Kaidan?
But there was one obvious answer. 
What was the harm in another moment's delay? A last glance over the faces of her crew. Steve's gentle frown as he stole a last glance in her direction, the pilot itched to return to the relative safety of the air and movement. James' hesitation to jump from the shuttle, to join his trainer in the glory of the final push. The Quarian's claws raked across the front of her suit, calling out her name gently. She had to ignore it. Doubling down on that effort when Edi and Liara joined in on the beckoning. Javik remained on duty, watching for anything his rifle could mow down. Garrus' mandibles vibrated as he yanked Kaidan upright and back into the shuttle's hull. 
Mary had never noticed before how many of her crew sported blue eyes.
The faded grin felt foreign as another blast shook her back into the moment, into the smokey battleground filled with the carcasses of organics and machines alike, husks illuminated by the blue light of the beam. Fuck, she needed to hurry.
"You're in no con-" another torrent of sound drowned out her words.
Kaidan's eyebrows drew further up, his latest attempt to lunge forward exposing the pain beneath his physical injuries. Mary reconsidered her words, the beats between the next screech of the laser beams that grew closer to eliminating the sitting duck. Fuck, this really was goodbye. There was no miracle getting her out of this. She had to get her team out of this deathtrap.
Just one thing left to be said, one less regret.
"No matter what happens," she stole a few steps toward the arms that held her just hours earlier, "know that I love you," her voice lowered, almost unheard over the clash of the battle around them. Uttering words she had meant to say for years, but never did it feel like the right time. Now, still, wasn't the right time, but in the twilight of their time together, they begged to slip free or be lost, "Always."
Her hand traced the line of his cheek and jaw, hoping it would leave something worthwhile to fade out on. A salve to push back against the guilt gnawing at her conscious, she was forcing him to break a promise. Hurtling down the path of betrayal as she spoke such pretty words.
His half-laugh rocked through her core, disbelief tied into the bittersweet humor and timing of her timid confession, but still he drank in her touch, burrowing as far as he could to seek the warmth hidden beneath her glove, "I love you, too."
This revelation was nothing new; Kaidan was braver than she deserved. Worlds more patient than he should have endured.  
Mary genuinely smiled despite herself and the thudding of her heart that filled with lead. The moment's elation gave her the strength to pull away from him, from the memory that would cause her to shirk the mission, or worse, allow him to join her. With a heart weighed with resolve, her gaze hardened on Garrus. This was a Commander's order, not the request of a friend, "go."
"Be careful," the voice all rasp and warmth as she fled.
It might seem brave to any outsider that she bolted toward her fate, full attention placed on the path to the beam. Instead it was fear that she did not turn to watch the shuttle depart and a selfish desire that she remembered Kaidan's face etched in gentleness. Not the horror as he realized she would go on without him once again, bringing words he had uttered mere hours ago to fruition. Probably for the last time.
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For some ungodly reason, the first half of this scene was cut out of Potc3 despite it adding some needed context to the moment. I’ve gone ahead and rectified that...anyway as promised here is my overly analytical take on this scene.
I believe the best way to start this off is by stating the obvious. Jack is a good man. It’s a bit of a running theme in the trilogy (and in books) that this “goodness” is what can often get him into trouble He saves Teague’s life, which leads to him getting pressganged by Christophe. He saves Elizabeth, which leads to his capture. He allows James Norrington to join his crew (with some prodding), which leads to him losing the heart of Davy Jones. He returns to save his crew, knowing that it would likely lead to his demise. For a man who is often characterized by others as a coward, Jack is selfless at his own peril. Until it eventually gets him killed. 
Jack’s desire to reject the pieces of himself which landed him in the locker is a running theme throughout the film. Interestingly, the only three people who seem to reference it are the three of the most important male figures in Jack’s life: Barbossa, Mr. Gibbs, and Teague. Obviously, we’ll be focusing on the latter two. 
Now let’s look at Gibbs and Teague. One a father by blood, the other a much-needed surrogate. I could spend the next five paragraphs explaining how completely opposite his relationship with Teague vs Gibbs is, but for the sake of time let’s just put it this way: Jack loves Gibbs and fears Teague. He seeks their acceptance and approval but really only gets it from Gibbs. And it’s Gibbs who so often is able to bring out the best in Jack. Yet at the moment when he likely needs his first mate the most, Jack shuts him out. 
At the beginning of this scene, Jack immediately turns to face Teague with a sort of ‘what’d you think about that’ face. After the brief interruption from Gibbs, he immediately goes back to seeking Teague’s approval. What’s interesting is that Jack is both defensive (assuming Teague's deadpan expression to be one of judgment as it so often was before) and desiring Teague's approval. After all, this behavior is what Teague had been trying to instill in him. His upbringing was filled with Teague’s frustration at Jack’s inability to be as ruthless as Teague believed he needed to be. Jack fought him on this at every turn 
So why not be relieved when Jack finally comes to his senses? Well, by that point it’s not really Jack. It’s a beaten-down, warped version of Jack. 
Teague is uncharacteristically gentle in the way he presents his advice. While their relationship is characterized by Teague being overly judgmental that isn’t present here. Teague is perhaps the only person in Jack’s life who understands his struggle. Life isn’t kind to pirates. The older you are the more scars you have, and the more hardened your heart becomes. 
The iconic scene is essentially Jack's way of saying 'you were right' and Teague replying 'no I wasn't.’ 
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𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽    ↦    ꭼꮇꮻꭲꮖꮻɴꭺꮮꮮꭹ ꮖɴꭲꭼɴꮪꭼ ꮲꭱꮻꮇꮲꭲꮪ.  ( ACCEPTING ! ) 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼 :  @notafossil​ ​ 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃   //    ❛ HOW BAD IS IT THIS TIME ? 
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     𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏.  steely  blues  spark  dangerously,  lightning  against  a  dark  horizon.  he  holds  the  storm  inside  his  lungs  and  debates  whether  to  unleash  the  rain  or  swallow  it  down.                before  him  is  a  GRISLY  mess  of  bruises,  blood,  dirt  and  lacerated  flesh.  barnes  blinks,  expression  set  in  hardened  stone,  but  the  storm  inside  keeps  rolling,  keeps  building.         after  an  obvious,  drawn  out  beat  -  the  air  between  them  sparking  with  irritation  and  impatience,    despite  his  stony  expression    -    bucky  draws  in  a  breath  and  cocks  his  head.   ❛  well  -  it’s  a  bullet,  lodged  in  your  shoulder  -  so,  NOT GOOD.  ❜   he  dismisses,  bristling  with  sarcasm.  
     james  nods  at  the  nurse  with  thanks  as  she  leaves  to  fetch  a  medic  and  grab  the  materials  they  will  need,  and  then  circles  back  around  into  steve’s  direct  line  of  sight.  not  once  does  his  grim  expression  let  up.   ❛  you  think  just  cause  you  got  that  fancy  serum  in  your  body  now,  that  gives  ya  a  pass  to  be  reckless ?  ❜  back  in  the  states,  he  had  become  accustomed  to  black  eyes  and  split  lips,    the  occasional  broken  rib.  now,   thanks  to  erskine’s  experiment,   steve  seems  determined  to  step  up  his  game.  this  takes  pushing  his  limits  to  a  whole  different  level ...  and  the  behavior  infuriates  him.   
     THAT SHIELD SCREAMS.  it  paints  an  ugly,  glaring  target  on  the  back  of  his  best  friend  and  as  the  war  stretches  on,  that  target  only  grows  larger.   this  will  not  be  the  first  time  he  watches  someone  dig  a  bullet  out  of  steve’s  body.  the  only  reason  he  is  still  here  -  fighting  this  hellish  war  -  is  to  keep  this  man  SAFE.     &&  doing  just  that  is  only  getting  harder  and  harder  with  each  passing  day.     he  is  beginning  to  slip  up  and  sometimes  james  isn’t  sure  who  is  more  to  blame    -    himself,  the  fucking  hydra  nazis  hellbent  on  killing  his  best  friend  or  steve  himself,  the  numskull  who  is  far  too  gung  ho  to  run  headfirst  into  battle.    he  doesn’t  like  feeling  HELPLESS ...   and  ever  since  azzano ...  THAT IS ALL HE EVER FEELS.    
     ❛  you  heal  too  fast.  they’ll  need  to  cut  you  open  in  order  to  remove  the  slug.  ❜  their  enemy  has  proven  to  be  inventive  and  HORRIFIC.  the  united  states  cannot  risk  leaving  something  hydra - made  inside  their  famous  super  soldier.       with  a  tilt  of  his  head,  a  lift  of  dark  brows  and  a  flat,  even  tone,   he  asks,   ❛  you  want  something  to  bite  on ? ❜
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The Satin Noir Killer: An Eddie Brock Story
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Chapter Seven - Convincing James Delaney 
After talking with Eddie, Gabriela returned home. James, of course, wasn’t there as he was at the police precinct. She had been so happy that James had wanted to return with her to San Francisco. She was even more excited that he had been able to get the same job he had back in London. But she hadn’t expected him to be pulled into such a major case so quickly. 
As of late, he was distant and distracted due to the case. She missed him, but knew he was already very stressed by his work and didn’t want to add to his problem by telling him she wanted more of his attention. Somehow it felt selfish of her to complain about not having sex for a month when five women were dead. 
That evening, James unexpectedly came back home early. He had been at the gym, the one at the police station, and had forgotten his protein powder. He was in the kitchen mixing his drink when Gabriela came out from her home office.
“Hey, love. I didn’t know you’d be back so soon,” Gabriela said.
“Hmmm,” James grunted as he mixed his drink. 
Although Gabriela had promised herself not to get upset, to stay calm and ignore his behavior, something snapped in her. She hadn’t seen him in forty-eight hours and all he could do was grunt in reply. It was upsetting to say the least. 
“Whatever, why do I even bother,” she scoffed.
She turned away and headed back to their bedroom. It was near nine p.m. and she wanted to take a nice, relaxing shower and go to bed. There was no point in even trying to initiate sex with him that night as he’d just say he was heading back to the police station. After she took her shower she came into the bedroom and was surprised to see James already in bed.
“You’re staying in tonight?” she asked in disbelief. 
“Yes, come here,” he said, motioning his head to her side of the bed. 
She happily crawled in bed next to him and snuggled into his arms. It was pure bliss being so close to him after so many weeks of distance. 
“I’m sorry, I know, it’s been hard,” he said, kissing the top of her head. 
“You have no idea, you big idiot,” she said, enjoying the feeling of his firm chest against her cheek. 
“Hmmm” he said, the growl vibrating in his chest.
That sexy, gravelly growl was all it took to make her feel very horny. She pulled him over onto her and began kissing him. He adjusted her legs around his waist and kissed her softly at first, then shoved his tongue into her mouth, heating up the moment within seconds. Gabriela hugged his waist with her legs, pressing her femininity against his hardening cock. It felt so good to have the weight of her man’s muscular body pushing down on her. James never wore night clothes, only his boxer-briefs to bed, so her hands could trail over his impressively chiseled body without resistance. 
James hiked up her t-shirt and slipped it off her frame. His mouth immediately attacked her pert nipples, sending Gabriela into a frenzy of pure sexual elation. She moaned loudly and arched her back, feeling the slickness between her legs dampen her panites. James moved up off her and removed his underwear. In turn he took her panties off and placed his throbbing cock’s head up against her entrance. He didn’t complete his entrance though and she could just feel the head at the base of her entrance, forcing her walls to contract and clench, desperate for his length to fill her void.
“James, fuck me!” Gabriela whined. 
He chuckled and nipped at her neck and whispered into her ear. 
“Little brat, do you want your daddy’s cock, hmmm?” he asked. 
Gabriela moaned and wiggled beneath him, edging his cock deeper into her wetness and forcing James to let out a soft moan. He grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed, stopping her from moving. 
“No, no. Be still, I want you to beg for it. Now tell me, do you want your daddy’s cock?” He said, his plush lips brushing over her lips. 
“Yes, I want it, give it to me, daddy,” she purred. 
“Good girl,” he praised and then slid his big cock into her quivering flower. 
Gabriela moaned, her fingers and nails digging into his bronzed muscular shoulders. The pressure of his giant phallus spreading open her tender walls was maddeningly delightful. She could no longer think clearly, all she wanted was for James to pound her into oblivion. And lucky for her, James did exactly that. His powerful hips brought such a pleasurable impact that he was able to draw forth from her innocent lips the most sinful sounds a woman could utter. James brought her to the gates of heaven for a good fifteen minutes before he worked his thumb over her aching bundle of nerves. He found her swollen nub with ease and petted her until she came. Gabriela cried out and as James felt her cream begin to coat his cock he got to work chasing his own orgasm. 
Once both lovers were sated, Gabriela nestled into James’ arms, thoroughly spent. The orgasm had been explosive as they hadn’t made love in a month. She felt James’ chest rise and fall as she settled on top of him, placing her head upon the middle of his chest, the rest of her body resting on him. When she felt his breathing finally slow she moved up to look down into his eyes. 
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you too, princess,” he said. 
“Um, I have a favor to ask…” she said, knowing that this would be the best time to bring up the topic of Eddie. 
James was relaxed from his orgasm and was more likely to listen, she knew. 
“What’s that?”
“Would you sit down with Eddie Brock about the Satin Noir case?”
She braced herself. Yes, he was relaxed, but she was fairly certain he’d still be annoyed. 
“Brock? Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Well, he said he wants to talk with you one on one.”
“When did you speak to him?”
He was not happy that Eddie had used Gabriela to get to him.
“This afternoon, um, I know him by the way. I was just grabbing lunch with him and he asked for a favor,” she said, hoping James wouldn’t ask how she knew him.
“You know that fucking wanker?” James said, pushing her gently off him and sitting up. 
“I do. So, will you meet with him?”
James narrowed his eyes at Gabriela. 
“Gabby, might I ask how you know him?”
“What? Oh, that’s not important, baby,” she said, trying to look her cutest.
She opened her eyes wider and made her face poutier. She even flipped her hair back, arching her back a little showing off her ample breasts. 
“Gabriela,” James said sternly. 
“Okay! Geesh, we dated, but that was a year and a half ago,” she said.
“For how long?”
“What?”
“How long did you date that bloody bastard?”
“Like…several weeks,” she said, innocently. 
James arched an eyebrow. “Several weeks?”
“Okay, months…several months,” she said. 
“How many months?” James pushed. 
Gabriela hesitated, “Well, twelve...”
“You dated him for a fucking year? Why? He’s a bloody menace to society!” James said, his voice rising. 
“Fine, forget it. He might have some information you could use for the case, but forget it,” she said. 
“Information? What kind of information?”
“I dunno, he didn’t say. He just said he wanted to give you some important information.”
James took a deep breath and thought about it. He didn’t like Eddie as the man was a pest. He was constantly pressuring the SFPD to release information on the case. Not to mention he had announced on national television that James wasn’t doing his job correctly. But if there was a chance Eddie had a lead, James decided to at least talk to that bloody journalist. 
“Fine, set it up,” he said, climbing out of bed. 
“Where are you going?” Gabriela pouted. 
“I need to get some work done,” he said, looking back at her.
He saw that she was very unhappy and that tears had formed in her doe like eyes. 
“Jesus, Gabby, why are you crying?”
“Does it even matter to you?” she huffed, and she moved to her side of the bed.
She pulled back the covers and faced her back toward him. 
“Damn it,” James muttered.
He really wanted to get organized for this meeting with Eddie, but he knew he had been neglecting his fiance these past few weeks. He got back into bed and spooned her, kissing her cheek. 
“Such a brat,” he muttered, but not unkindly. 
Gabriela smiled and snuggled her backside into him. “Thank you future husband.”
“Hmmm, can I ask you a favor then?”
“Sure,” she said. “What is it?”
“When I go to prison for murdering Brock, will you come visit me?”
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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yLxnB84 by Milarca_Moonlight “What are we gonna do with you, huh?” Rumlow asked, moving his boot to press directly onto Bucky’s crotch. Bucky made a small noise in his throat and exhaled shakily, hardening further. He clenched his fists, his eyes locked onto Rumlow’s pants. “Huh? Answer me,” Rumlow growled, pressing harder, and Bucky groaned, his nails digging into his skin. “Uh… I… I need… correction… sir…” OR: Bucky falls asleep at his post. Rumlow corrects this unwanted behavior. Words: 5271, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Jack Rollins, James "Bucky" Barnes/Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow Additional Tags: Top!Rumlow, Bottom!Bucky, HYDRA Trash Party, Touch-Starved Bucky Barnes, Bucky needs a Handler, Bucky's Hydra Tattoo, Stockholm Syndrome, Power Imbalance, Dehumanization, Possessive Behavior, Fear, Anal Sex, Rape/Non-con Elements, Hand Jobs, Sleep Deprivation, Exhaustion, Boot stepping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Crying, Praise Kink, Hair-pulling, Scratching, Biting, Smoking, Branding, Punishment, Sensory Deprivation, shock collar, Electrocution, Handcuffs, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Overstimulation, Voyeurism, Pet Names, Orgasm Delay/Denial read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yLxnB84
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Post: James Harden’s talent is the key, not hard work and good behavior  https://www.blaqsbi.com/5uBw
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hon-440-project · 2 years
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Bad-Faith Athletes Faking Injuries and Hurting Those in Real Need
Players who fake injury to get their way out of a situation set a poor precedent of their own and risk hurting the flexibility and ability of truly injured players from exercising their freedom to go elsewhere to better their situation. For every five instances of someone legitimately injured and attempting to exercise their freedom, there will be a James Harden. Harden is a guard for the Philadelphia 76ers, who has forced his way off of two separate teams in the last two seasons. Following a nine-year stint on the Houston Rockets, Harden wished to be traded elsewhere. He showed up to training camp out of shape, showed little to no effort in the team’s first games of the regular season, and made the locker room into a toxic environment for his teammates. Finally, things reached a boiling point and Harden forced the team’s hand. He was traded to the Brooklyn Nets, where he would join a much better team and be immediately set up to compete for an NBA Title. But after a disappointing end to the season, Harden showed up to the next season once again out of shape and fracturing the locker room. Teammate Kevin Durant and Harden butted heads over Harden’s lack of desire to try and over his poor conditioning. As the season’s trade deadline approached, which would restrict Harden’s ability to change teams once the date had passed, Harden’s play during games greatly dipped. His statistical numbers and effort dropped off, as he once again looked out of shape and not committed to trying.
In the week leading up to the trade deadline, Harden stopped playing in games, citing a hamstring injury. It seemed that, once again, Harden was dead-set on forcing his way off of a team and to a preferable destination. And once again, right before the trade deadline had passed, Harden got his wish and was traded for the second time in under two years. After he essentially forced his way off the Rockets, Harden seemingly did the same thing in Brooklyn, this time under the guise of an injury. Following the trade to the Philadelphia 76ers, in exchange for Ben Simmons and other players, NBA legend Tracy McGrady reacted to Harden’s move. He called out Harden for “faking his recent hamstring injury” and forcing his way off of the Nets. McGrady pointed to Harden’s rehab process, stating that doing “stepback jumpers” to rehab a hamstring injury makes no sense, as that type of move would only aggravate an injured hamstring, proving that the injury and supposed rehab for it was all a sham (Sportscasting Harden 2022). What didn’t help Harden’s assertions that he was, in fact, injured and not intentionally creating hostile situations to get his way, were the teams he requested to go to and the way he played once he got there. In both instances, Harden forced his way during an ongoing season to a superior team, in title contention. And once he arrived, Harden suddenly gave better effort, was in much better shape, and played significantly better overall. The media and fans stand in mostly unison on the belief that Harden faked injuries and created untenable situations to get his way, triggering mass backlash and criticism. When front offices, media, and fanbases wish to argue against players exercising their freedom and referencing injuries and mental health issues as their reason to leave a team, Harden is often one of the first examples pointed to. His poor behavior is used as a black mark against many players that desire a trade and as justification for denying giving into a player’s trade request. Though unfair to use one player’s poor actions against an entire league of athletes, it unfortunately happens. Bad-faith athletes will always be used to limit the freedom and rights of others, quelling their legitimate concerns and problems to keep the status quo.
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(Sports talk show segment regarding James Harden’s sudden lack of effort and poor play, which immediately preceded his trade from Brooklyn Nets to Philadelphia 76ers)
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Tyrese Maxey shines as Harden, Embiid take backseat
Tyrese Maxey shines as Harden, Embiid take backseat
PHILADELPHIA – The MVP award feels a bit out of reach for Joel Embiid, and James Harden’s behavior the last few years won’t win him any popularity contests around the league. Suffice to say, there’s more to lose than to gain for this duo even as many have predicted an upset of sorts, believing the wily Toronto Raptors would turn the Philadelphia 76ers into a stumbling, panicky bunch over the next…
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dr4cking · 2 years
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Crybaby.
poly!marauders x reader | kinktober #5
dom!james, dom!remus, dom!sirius with dumbification and edging kink
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“Now where is your so-brave-act from earlier, hm? why so quiet now?” Sirius asked rubbing your shivering thighs with his cold hands.
“Acting like a big girl, teasing us like that in public, thinking we wouldn’t notice your behavior huh?” Remus added, hands squeezing and slapping your sore tits.
“Now now, all you need is a little discipline for your bratty behavior, pretty doll” James gripped your face forcing you to face him, tears already soaking your pretty face.
“‘m sorry Daddy, promise not to do it again.. please” You look up at Sirius, pleading at him begging for his mercy as he usually the softest when it came to you.
“Such a dumb pup for us, don’t you? Siri won’t help you, not this time pretty girl” James chuckles spreading your legs wider to get positioned Sirius’ face in between them.
“N-no Daddy not dumb,” You stifled a sob, arching your back to him as Sirius’s hot tongue came in contact with your sopping cunt, making you seeing stars.
“Then show us, how smart you can be as our pet, doll.” You cried out as Sirius worked his tongue more on your clit, his fingers now pushing in and out of you.
The squelching sounds you made with Sirius making the two guys groaning loudly, cocks hardening at the sight of their favorite girl.
“So close, please..” You squirmed at the intense pleasure of his tongue skilfully eating you out, his fingers stretching you out so wide hitting every spot, but the boys were quick to gripped your body to stay still.
As your high about to snap, you felt Sirius pulled away from you making your cunt clenching around nothing.
“N-no! Please I was so close..” You sob harder making all the boys chuckling at your desperation, pouting at you in order to humiliate you more.
“That’s what you deserve pup. How does our princess tasted Siri?” Remus asked as Sirius sit up lips glistening with your juices.
“Delicious as always Remmy,” Sirius chuckle switching positions with James, you unknowingly spread your legs wider for him but of course the three guys noticed and laughed at you.
“You wanna cum, don’t you? Such a poor little thing.” James said as he gets in between your legs.
You nod eagerly at him, face strained with your own tears. Your cunt was aching so bad to be filled and all you wanted to do is to pleasure your boyfriends.
“Desperate little poppet we got here, tell us what do you want, hm?” You whimpered as James’ hand slap your sensitive cunt getting it puffy and red.
“W-want my Daddies’ cocks please.. please it hurts Daddy,” You buck your hips into James but he stopped you from moving with his big hand.
“Aw.. Is your princess part hurt baby?” Remus chuckles, now the one who’s slapping your sore cunt.
“Ouch! Y-yes it hurts, p-please i’ve been a good girl Daddy” You whine, more of desperate tears fell down your face. You try to grab his cock with your hand but he slap your hand away.
“Don’t be a desperate brat pretty girl, good girls get what they want if they behave.” Remus placed a soft peck on your lips before positioning his cock in front of your mouth making you drool instantly.
Down there, James already lining his cock against your aching cunt as your hand started to make its way to Sirius’ teasing his tip with your thumb.
And all of a sudden, the three of them thrusting into you together catching you off guard as you choke around Remus’ cock, Sirius fucking your hand in front of your tits, James didn’t let you adjust and pounding into you right away making your body bouncing uncontrollably beneath them.
“Fuck- our little toy doing such a good job for us, gotta give her the award she deserves, yeah?” You let out a muffled moan to answer James, Remus gripped your hair as he started to fuck your face on his own pace, Sirius grab your hand to guide you moving faster on his cock as he bucked his hips into your fist meeting your move.
James pounding harder into you, his cock repeatedly hitting your spot making you clenched tighter around him. You gagged as you feel Remus’ touching the back of your throat, more tears streaming down your face. Your hand felt so tired as Sirius fucked himself on it hardly making you lost a balance. And all the guys were enjoying the sight of turning you into a mess.
“Your mouth feels heavenly, pup. Gonna choke you out with my cum down your little throat” You watched how beautiful Remus look when he threw his head back, mouth agape as your name left his mouth over and over again.
“Yes bunny, squeeze my cock tighter with your fingers. I’m gonna paint your pretty tits with my seed, y’gonna look so pretty with it.” You tried to do what you’re told, stroking him faster with all energy you have left, his precum already sticking in your hand. He moaned louder as his cock twitched in your hand.
“Oh- fucking hell. Can feel you clenching around me, pup. Milk my cock dry baby. Daddy needs to feel you so he can fill you up with his babies.” Your legs spasmed as James circled your clit making your vision goes blurry, finally coming undone around his cock, walls clenching tightly forcing him to spill his load into you.
Moans and groans filled the heated room as the three of them coming together and turn you into nothing but a cumslut with all their liquids. Remus forced his cock deeper until it’s making a bulge in your throat, that’s when you feel his warm cum, tasting so delicious in your mouth and Sirius came really hard covering your sensitive tits, marking you with his cum.
“Holy shit, look at you princess, all fucked out and cockdrunk for us.” The three of them laughed deeply as they look at your condition.
“Now we believe you deserve the award, sweetheart. How does the warm tub sound? I’m gonna wash your hair, Siri gonna massage your back and Remmy gonna massage your legs” James said stroking your cheeks gently wiping away your tears.
“Sounds perfect, Daddy”
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come on | bucky barnes x fem!reader
description: while working undercover at a club, y/n wants to dance all night, but bucky won't have it.
trigger warnings: seductive behavior, foul language, etc. read at your own risk.
word count: <1k
The music vibrated the tiled flooring of the club. Your body itched to throw away your plan with Bucky, Zemo and Sam, wanting nothing more than to simply have a nice night. Working with Sam and Bucky was everything you thought it to be and needed for that matter, but there were often nights where you wished to do things like that of a regular person.
Lifting your chin up, you caught a glimpse of Zemo in between bodies and dancing to the music of which played among the speakers. Attempting to keep up with Sam and Bucky, you released a gentle breath filled with impatience.
"Can't we take a five minute break and dance a little bit?" You spoke out loud, not expecting Sam or Bucky to have heard you.
"We're on a job, Y/N," Sam simply said.
"Yeah and what's gotten you all antsy?" Bucky questioned as the three of you walked towards the bar, keeping your attendance on the downlow.
"I don't know," You shrugged, "Maybe it's the environment, but I really wanna dance."
Sam gave you a look as did Bucky. You rolled your eyes and stole a few glances behind you, the colorful lights reflected beautifully within your glossy eyes. Tapping gently on the counter of the bar, you gnawed on your bottom lip.
"Oh, come on, Bucky!" You grabbed his arm right arm and shook it, begging as though you were a little kid.
"What? No!" Bucky took his arm back as Sam chuckled behind him.
"Please, please!" You released in a string of whines, the blood throughout your body pumping with anticipation. "Just one song, alright?"
"I haven't danced since 1943, Y/N," Bucky looked down at you with an intimidating gaze.
"Perfect. Then that's just more of a reason for you to come over there with me," You smiled and tugged his wrist, pulling him through the crowd as Sam stood back with a smile on his lips.
"Y/N!" Bucky spoke through his teeth as the two of you funneled your way back to the center of the club.
"Come on, James," You emphasized his real name, with a smile against your thin lips.
"I haven't done this in a long time," He repeated, standing with his hands down at his sides. You were much shorter than Bucky, the way he towered over you should've been intimidating, but it wasn't.
You pulled his wrists to place them against the back of your waist. He seemed tense and the way he clenched his jaw gave that away. You placed your palms against his shoulders and pressed your bosom against his chest with a sensual glint in your eyes.
"This isn't the way we danced in 1943," Bucky spoke gently as you begun to sway your hips seductively beneath his hands.
"No, you're right. This is the way people dance now," You leaned up to whisper into his ear, grazing your lips against his lobe softly. He shivered beneath your touch, nearly loosening his grip on you.
With every motion, you felt yourself press against him more. The lower half of your stomach felt his private hardening through his pants at each movement of yours. He tightened his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, making your gasp gently.
"Now you're just teasing me, aren't you?" Bucky spoke through his teeth.
"What if I was?" You whimpered, feeling his hard length press harder into your thigh. The action caused you to shakily breath into his neck, attempting to muffle them with your lips to his skin.
Before anything could further, Bucky pulled back and looked at you with a tight-lipped smile. "We're in the middle of work, we should head back over to Sam."
You parted your lips, in utter disbelief at his mannerisms. He walked off with a strut of confidence, disappearing between the bodies of many people. Shaking your head softly, you ran a fist through your hair and followed him back to the bar.
Muttering, you shook your head fondly with a smile, "Damn you, Barnes."
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a/n: hi, cuties! this was pretty bad, but i kinda loved it i'm not gonna lie. it was super fun to write and i'm currently obsessed with tfatws!bucky. thank you for reading, my beautiful besties. be safe and have a wonderful night/day! — angelina.
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