#John Porter x You

[middleearthpixie]

Asks Master List

A Walk in the Woods - Thorin x reader (Post-BOTFA Where Everybody Lives)

Absolute Beginners ~ Thorin x reader (Post-BOTFA Where Everybody Lives)

In This Moment ~ Thorin x reader (Desolation of Smaug Slight AU)

Blind Date ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU

Stroll ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU Part 2

Dessert ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU Part 3

Lockdown ~ Guy of Gisborne/ John Porter Crossover AU Part 4

Cake ~ Guy of Gisborne/John Porter Crossover AU Part 5

Hot Apple Cider ~ Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (Post-BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives)

Fireworks ~ John Porter x Reader

The Fountain ~ Lindir x fem!reader

Moonlight ~ Lindir x elf!reader

The Escape ~ Thorin x ofc Carys Greenleaf

The Escape, Part Two ~ Thorin x ofc Carys Greenleaf

The Harp ~ Thorin x fem!reader

Fair Enough ~ Éomer x fem!reader

[fizzyxcustard]

Drabble nugget:

It was your birthday.

John was due any moment. He’d text you multiple times, explaining he was running late but on his way. It puzzled you as to why he was messaging so much.

Suddenly your door bell rang. Grinning, you raced to the door and flung it open.

John was standing there, holding a gorgeous Beagle puppy. “Happy Birthday, love. I came across Rosie here and wondered if you wanted her.”

Beaming, you reached for the pup and took her from John.

(This was kinda self-indulgent as I love Beagles and really want one)

[mlmxreader]

this post is for the faggots & only the faggots

women DNI, unless we're mutuals/friends, this isn't a post for you

minors DNI, this is an 18+ post.

Fallout 4 + Sex

includes: Gage, Preston Garvey, MacCready, Hancock, Valentine, Danse, Sturges, Mason (Pack alpha) & Old Longfellow.

all are done w male reader.

Gage

100% likes to have you bent over a surface when he fucks you, as long as you say you want him to; he especially likes it when you suggest that he should fuck you against a window for all the other raiders below to see. He loves how tight your ass is around him and he loves it when you lick his cock clean; he has a massive soft spot for seeing you masturbate, though. Watching your hand work your cock as those little moans of his name slip from your mouth as you beg him to join in or at least help you out.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll be there in a second."

Preston Garvey

While not massively kinky, Preston will admit that he likes the rush of outdoor sex; he likes to ride you and bite down on the skin of your neck to try and stifle his moans, hoping that no one hears and thinks that something's wrong. He loves the way you grip his hips as you thrust up into his ass, grunting out his name between gritted teeth in a vain attempt to keep quiet. Fuck, Preston would carry on forever if there wasn't yet another settlement that needed help. He has to admit, though, he's thought about having sex at the castle a lot and he does want to try it.

"Quiet, General, I think I hear someone coming."

R.J. MacCready

Do not let him fool you. MacCready fucking loves to tie you up, tease your cock until your eyes are filled with tears, make you beg for it - almost as much as he loves the slow, sensual nights with you riding him slowly. He'll fuck you anywhere you ask, as long as he's 100% certain there's no enemies nearby. His favourite is when you let him fuck you in the mornings; sloppy and slow, every stroke almost painstakingly gentle as you bury your face in the pillows and beg for him to cum in your ass. He loves it, he's not shy about admitting it, either.

"What's the matter, cowboy? You can't keep up?"

John Hancock

Get the Rad-X and Radaway, boys! Hancock can (and will) go all fucking day and night if you ask him to. He's got some reservations, like, he won't fuck you anywhere TOO risky mostly because he doesn't want to get you into trouble - bit otherwise? You just say the fucking word. And he's SO vocal, too, always moaning so loudly with his face buried in the mattress, your cock slamming into him as he grips the already torn sheets and just fucking begs for you to keep going. Hancock isn't fucking shy, either - he will ask you to fuck him whilst you're wearing the Silver Shroud armour. He will beg. Do the voice, too, and he'll be cumming before you even touch him.

"Aw, shit, sweetheart, is that for me?"

Nick Valentine

Classy, that's one word for it. Nick has a lot of old-world memories about pornography, and he isn't really all that keen on it. Sure, roleplay sounds fun - if you're down to be the guy delivering the extra sausage pizza, that is. But otherwise, Nick likes to take things slow; he's not exactly sure how much time he'll have before he needs to be repaired, so he wants to make the most of it. Whether you want to be top or bottom, he doesn't really care or mind - he'll take your cock just as happily as he'll fuck you in the ass. 100% has a consent kink, though, that man LOVES to hear you say how much you want it.

"And who said that this old bucket of gears and sprockets didn't have it in him anymore?"

Paladin Danse

Danse is very much the same in the bedroom as he is outside of it; he's collected, he's controlled, he's got a fat ass that he loves for you to bite and smack until it's raw and red and he's got tears in his eyes as he tells you to keep fucking going. Don't expect any less of Danse except for it to be a long, long session; he's so fucking good at taking your cock, you'll have cum 4 or 5 times once you're completely spent. He orders you around, telling you exactly how he wants you to fuck him, exactly what he wants you to do to him - like he's giving you fucking details for a mission. It's hot.

"Come on, soldier, you can fuck me better than that."

Sturges

He's good with technology, that's for absolute sure. He'll ask you to test out some new dildo he made and he fucking loves it every time; watching how you cum and beg for him to fuck you, kiss you, anything as you've got his new toy inside you. Fuck, even just thinking about it makes him hard; but he's never mean, much like Preston, he enjoys giving you a lot of praise and encouragement. The few times that you've let him use his toy on you and fuck you at the same time were always his favourite, though; watching how well you take his cock and the toy at the same time was fucking priceless.

"C'mon, baby, you're doin' so well for me already."

Mason (Alpha/Leader of The Pack)

Y'know the Nine Inch Nails song 'Closer'? Yeah, that sums up Mason, really. He's a kinky fuck. Constantly happy to let you ride him and cockwarm him while he's sat on that fucking throne of his; he'll fuck you anywhere you ask, and the guy has a HUGE kink for marking you up. You want him to bite? Scratch? Smack you around? He'll do it! You just have to say the word and he's fucking on it. He isn't shy about it, either, he's fucking possessive and he knows you like it by the way you get hard whenever he shows off. He's also more than happy to have you sit on his throne while he kneels between your legs and sucks you off; doing his best not to grin, knowing that no one can make you cum like he does.

"That's it, good boy, taking my cock so fucking well in front of everybody."

Old Longfellow

Rough. Longfellow is fucking rough with you. He won't bite or smack you, although he's quite happy to spank you if you ask, but he'll manhandle you and throw you around and if you ask him to. Outdoor sex by the sea is commonplace - if it's a nice day at his cabin, he'll fuck you outside. Doesn't care if he might get visitors. He does also like to make it last as much as he can, though, and often finds himself reminding you of how much he loves you - he doesn't want to say anything to you he might regret, so praise and little reminders are constant. If it gets too much, though, just say and he'll stop - grunting and growling and moaning in your ear instead.

"Not bad for a mainlander, are you? You almost take cock as well as an Islander."

[longwuzhere]

My Adventures with Superman Season 2 Easter Eggs

Welcome to another week of My Adventures with Superman WOW twist the knife more why don't you MAwS crew! Very emotional episode and a good one at that! OK lets get to the easter eggs!

My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 1 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

Spoilers if you haven't seen the episode

The title of this week's episode is a reference to Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" poem specifically the line "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood". A good title for how General Sam Lane and Lois's lives "diverged" from one another after all the things that happened between the two.

Starting things off, General Sam Lane is hiding from Taskforce X and has covered the windows in Clark and Jimmy's apartment. Clark and Jimmy return and they get a knock on the door. General Lane is naturally jumpy at this but it turns out it's a package for Jimmy from S.T.A.R. Labs (I talked about the laboratory here) and the message says Jimmy is invited to speak at the symposium thanks to his Flamebird app and documentations about the occurrences around Metropolis, Superman, and the alien tech everyone's been getting. The message refers to Jimmy as Superman's "best friend" (and later on Lex Luthor calls Jimmy a "pal" both of which are often used as a way to referred to Jimmy in the comics. There's even been comics titled Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen, that lets reader's see Jimmy's adventures in relation to Superman. The latest run of it is fan-fucking-tasic! Highly recommend reading it!

In a, I'm assuming rented limo, Clark reads off who will be at the S.T.A.R Labs Symposium. First is CEO Hamilton, who we can assume is Emil Hamilton, General Wade Eiling, and Senator Hackett. Later at the symposium we even see General Eiling in the animated flesh with Hank Henshaw (who I talked about here) and sitting next to Mayor Fleming and Senator Sackett (both of whom I talked about here and they are wearing their outfits from episode 4 season 1).

Emil Hamilton makes his first appearance in the Adventures of Superman #424 (1987) [W: Marv Wolfman, P: Jerry Ordway, I: Mike Machlan, C: Tony Zuiko, L: John Costanza] as a former S.T.A.R. Labs employee who lost his job and his technology credit thanks to Luthor buying them out and claiming it as his own. He's Superman's science confidante and helped build the Phantom Zone Projector and the Superman robots. But later on he delves into more villainous territories.

General Wade Eiling I briefly talked about here but I can expand on it. Like I said in the previous post about General Eiling, he made his first appearance in Captain Atom #1 (1987). He becomes an even bigger threat to the Justice League in JLA #25 (1999) [W: Grant Morrison, P: Howard Porter, I: John Dell, C: Pat Garrahy, L: Ken Lopez]. General Eiling gets rid of his old human body and transfers his consciousness to the body of the Shaggy Man, shaved it down to what you see here. Now, he's granted super strength, near invulnerability, super stamina, and heightened sense of smell.

At the symposium, we see some tech demos with one being the invisibility vest that Mist wore in season 1 (I talk about him here) and the shield that blocks laser fire. Glad that someone on the MAwS team is a Gundam fan because that shield is designed to look like the Gundam RX-78's shield.

In a flashback to Lois's past, General Sam Lane explains to Lois what her mom's name means in Korean. Much like her comic counterparts, Eun-byeol's name starts with an E just like Ella/Elinore/Elenor Lane. Very smart of the MAwS crew to keep the consistency. Based on what was said in these flashbacks, Lois might be an only child, so no Lucy Lane, Lois's sister in this continuity.

As Lois and General Sam Lane try to hide themselves from Taskforce X, we see them get cornered in the sewers by Atomic Skull who I talked about here.

Continuing their escape, General Sam Lane and Lois meet a pawn shop owner, a friend of Sam's named Winslow Schott, a weapons and technology expert. This name drop is a reference to Superman villain, the Toyman.

Toyman's first appearance was in Action Comics #64 (1943) [Cover art by Sam Citron and Don Komisarow]. In this continuity, Winslow Schott was a talented toymaker who turned to the life of crime in order to get his thrills. In his debut he makes two robberies with his toys, but Superman stops his third robbery. Toyman captures Lois and attempts to kill her but was stopped by Superman.

In the silver age, Toyman makes his first appearance in Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #9 (1955) [W: Otto Binder, P: Curt Swan, I: Ray Burnley]. Here Toyman goes by Winslow Percival Schott, which becomes his full name from then to this day. In the comic, some crooks kidnap Jimmy and use him to answer some Superman trivia on a quiz show.

Winslow would be revamped again in Superman #13 (1988) [W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tony Zuiko, L: John Costanza] where he is a digruntled toy designer employee who was fired for not being able to adapt to what children wanted at the time. So as a result of his firing Winslow would go after his former employers and kill them with his toys. This was origin of Winslow I am more familiar with thanks to Superman the Animated Series (highly recommend watching that cartoon too because its incredible and also Toyman in that show is FUCKING creepy).

There have also been other people who took up the Toyman name. Jack Nimball, the second Toyman uses the same gimmicks as Winslow, but Jack is dressed as a Jester. You may recognize the design in the Super Friends cartoon. The third and heroic Toyman was Hiro Okamura who was a rich Japanese teen with incredible intelligence and mechanical skills. Hiro would be most famous in the pop culture zeitgeist when he, Superman, and Batman teamed up together to stop a giant kryptonite asteroid from colliding with the Earth as seen in Superman/Batman #6 (2004) and the Superman/Batman: Public Enemies animated movie.

At the end of the episode, Clark feeling alone after overhearing Lois agree with her father that Clark was weird and hearing that Jimmy helped Lex get his start, he uses the beacon to contact Kara, his cousin who I talked about here. So I have a weird theory. It is possible that the person flying over Earth is not "Zod" but actually Kara?. In season 1's finale "Zod" uses the "kneel before me" line making all of us think its Zod, but the credits list the character with a female VA. So my idea is this was Kara receiving the signal from the beacon.

We seen in next weeks episode preview Kara will be showing up and that close up on the bracelet makes me think this is how she compacts the armor. Will I be right? Who knows, but all I can say is:

Very good episode this week can't wait to see what they'll do with Kara next week!

My season 2 episode 1 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

and if you missed it my Season 1 Easter eggs list is here

[nerdygoth77]

Requests are open!

I want to write more, especially for fallout! So my requests are finally open!!

What I will and won't write:

I will write almost anything involving Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, Fallout 4, Fallout 76 and the Fallout show. I will even write for a Red Dead Redemption character.(John Marston only, for now)

I’ll write any characters from the games and show listed previously, within reason. I prefer to stay away from the more "problematic" characters like characters that are members of Caesars legion(FNV) or The institute(Fo4)

I will write anything from horror to smut to the softest fluff. I will write most things and scenarios, of course excluding hateful content. I also won't write anything sexual with animals or robots(different from synths like Danse and Nick Valentine)

I can do any POV you want! I will do X reader or it can be another character, even an OC.

I can do requests that aren't even that character orientated, like a world building question or idea!

Who I most commonly write for: Porter Gage and my OC Lilly(FO4), Charon(FO3), Cowboys and horses, John Hancock(FO4), Cooper Howard(TV) Edward Deegan(fO4) and of course, Dogmeat(All)

If your request involves Porter Gage X My OC it will most likely be added to my AO3 fic series about Gage and Nuka World!

It is a bit difficult to write out just exactly all of what I will and won't write. If this list is unclear or didn't go over what you want to request than please just ask me a question! My inbox is open to any sort of question about really anything!

Link to my AO3!

[jazzstandardspoll]

Descriptions & Propaganda

Invitation

Composed by Bronislau Kaper, with lyrics by Paul Francis Webster

Notable versions: John Coltrane (x), Bill Evans and Eddie Gomez (x), Roy Hargrove (x)

Propaganda: None submitted.

I Get A Kick Out Of You

Composed by Cole Porter

Notable versions: Ella Fitzgerald (x), Louis Armstrong (x), Dinah Washington (x)

Propaganda: cole porter is suchhhh a clever lyricist & i think this is one of his best!!

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Calculated Risk

Characters: John Porter x Raymond Merville x OC Dina Sayed

Lyn's Writing Event 2024 - Week 3 - Day 17

May 17th: Week 3: Egyptian

Characters: John Porter x (crossover) Raymond de Merville (Modern AU) x OC Dina Sayed

Fandom: Richard Armitage – John Porter/ Raymond de Merville – Strike Back (Project Dawn- Porter Lives AU)/Pilgrimage

the character of John Porter was created by Chris Ryan, adapted for television by Simon Burke and Frank Spotnitz

the character of Raymond de Merville was created by Jamie Hannigan for the film Pilgrimage

Word Count: 2k ++

Warnings: military protocols, violence, graphic language, potential character death, fluff, angst, implied sexual relationships, money laundering, arms dealing, love triangle, rescue, espionage.

(This will be a full story – this is all I could get done in the time allotted, but it will continue this month. Also I keep using the name “John” and “Porter” interchangeably. I may go back and alter that later on. Sorry if it causes confusion)

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            Porter got his assignment that morning as he stepped onto the plane in Istanbul, Turkey. The two-hour flight gave him enough time to go over the dossier of Raymond Merville, a known arms dealer who had asked for assistance in retrieval in Egypt from a compound in Siwa Oasis. His commander, ________ (female commander) was very insistent, “Make sure you get him back in one piece, he’s a delicate piece of intel, but he is also a complete asshole.” John snickered over the coms as she said that.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Is there some package or whatever, or just him I am securing?”

Commander Eleanor Grant spoke carefully, “we need him, in person for the briefing, just get him here.”

“Understood,” John Porter responded, the call ended. Porter set his phone down on the table in front of him on the plane. And picked up the dossier again, opening it ceremoniously, and flipping through files, seeing a picture of Raymond in the file.

There wasn’t a lot to like about Raymond Merville, other than his penchant for drinking and gambling, along with arms dealing. He liked local flavors, and was well known to be a womanizer, John could respect that, as he was a bit of cad sometimes, but. The more he read the more it was reported that women he got involved with ended up missing. Including a journalist, an attaché, and two former undercover SAS agents. John gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, looking out through the open window of the plane, a member of his team is not something he can contend with, even if it wasn’t on his watch, but two? Like it or not, Raymond was deadly to most women, and to intelligent and capable women to boot.

Porter made it his mission to keep him away from as many women as possible during the retrieval. The only reason he was going in, was that he looked similar enough to Raymond that his CO thought they could do a bait and switch with the Arab compound. A message came through the com – and he looked at it, it read, “New intel indicates he has an Egyptian national with him, Dina Sayed, CEO of a Financial Institution in Alexandria.” A picture of Dina Sayed popped up on his phone screen and Porter’s heart fluttered than sunk into his belly.

Porter spoke into his phone, “He’s escalating” he said sighing heavily.

Commander Grant, “I agree. Please keep an eye out for her, we both know her fate if you don’t.” Porter nodded, “Yes, I understand.”  

“Be careful out in Siwa, its pretty far from support, so make sure you have proper transportation in and out, we’ll rendezvous with you at the coordinates I sent,” Commander Grant explained.

“And Porter?” Commander said in question, “Yes?” Porter responded, “Its good to have you back.”

Porter smiled, as he looked out the window again, descending into Alexandria, “Good to be back.”  The plane landed in normal pace and as it hit the tarmac, Porter lurched in his seat, remembering the landings he has had in the past that were actually less smooth. He shook his head, clearing old memories and demons from his mind.

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Raymond woke up with Dina’s arm draped across his chest, she stirred as he peeled her arm off his chest and snuck to the lavatory for a piss. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and felt the heat already creeping across the open door in his room on the compound. He pulled the glass doors closed, and the light-colored linen drapes stilled. Dina moaned against the duvet, “What time is it?” Raymond looked over at her, nearly naked in his bed and smiled like a cat with a canary. He approached the bed and sat down, clad in only shorts, “Time for you to get to work, love,” he said, his French-English accent whispering to her. Dina rolled away from him and sat up, retrieving her top off the floor and slipping it on, “Yeah, I know. I was hoping for some breakfast first.” She coyly smirked back at him over her shoulder as she stood.

Raymond came up behind her, across the bed and kissed her shoulder, “We can, soon. Let’s just get this thing done for Amed and then we can go wherever you want to go in the Oasis.”

Dina looked at him, “Amed said we couldn’t leave, how do you suppose we are going anywhere?”

Raymond sighed against her skin, kissing it, and causing tingles down her spine, he was so attractive, Dina thought. He was definitely wrong for her, she knew that when he approached her in that club 3 weeks ago. But he knew people, and Dina wanted to grow her business, even if it meant dealing with people that could, harm her.

Raymond kissed her neck again coming around the front of her and put his hand on the back of her neck, looking hard in her eyes, “We will get out of here, I promise you. I arranged a retrieval with my government,”

Dina stepped away from him, “What? In Amed’s house? Are you nuts?” Dina walked briskly into the lavatory. Raymond on her feet, “Dina! (he lowered his tone) Dina. Please. I can’t get out of this any other way this time. Amed does not let anyone leave this place without a fucking delivery or a toe tag. (he talked wildly with his hands) I need your money to get him his delivery.”  

Dina looked at him through the reflection in the mirror, “How do you want me to do this then? Because I’m not dying for you.” Raymond put his arms around her and looked at her in the mirror set into his chest, “I’m not letting you go, until I say.” His eyes darkened a little as he kissed her shoulder again and left the room. Dina shuddered, and splashed some water on her face, it was tepid, in the desert, water isn’t cold, even in the Oasis. She dried her face with a hand towel and straightened herself up a bit. Heading back to the bedroom where Raymond was casually leaning against the floor to ceiling doorway he had closed earlier.

Raymond turned to her, and smiled slightly, Dina approached him, tipping up to kiss him on the mouth, “I will make the arrangements for you, it should take a few hours, can you tell him that?” Dina came back down on her heels and he held her, looking into her eyes, “Yes, I can, thank you,” he nudged her cheek with his nose, and then dropped his hands sighing as he stared out at the Oasis. Dina finished getting dressed and pulled her laptop out of her large purse by the bed.

She pulled a key fob out of the purse as well, it had a read out that changed every 60 seconds for security, and never repeated a combination. Raymond watched her every move silently. Dina pressed her fingerprint to a key pad on the laptop keyboard and the computer loaded into a login program. She typed in her password and pressed Enter. It opened to an accounts setting. Dina scrolled through and found the corresponding wire information. She turned to Raymond then, “What’s his acct number?”  Raymond stepped towards her, and pulled out his phone, scanning they a folder and then showing her, but still not talking. “Thank you” she said, looking at it, and typing it into the form. She got the corresponding information and prepared the wire, “Amount?” She looked at him again, realizing he was standing just behind her, Dina felt a bit nervous with him right on top of her like that.

“45 millions euros.” He said casually. Dina smirked a little, that’s a good chunk for her she thought, he fee is 3% of transfer. Dina did the calculations, and sent through the wire, removing her fee ahead of the schedule. She looked at her device as the program prompted and typed in the 6 digit code before it switched again. The confirmation came up, and she looked at the “pending” status, and logged out swiftly. “There you go, all set.” Dina beamed up at Raymond, as she closed her laptop and tucked the device under her shirt.

Raymond beamed back at her, “Great. I will go tell Amed he can expect it soon,”

Dina walked to the window, “Less my fee of course”, a sly smirk rising. Raymond’s voice faltered, “You took it right away?” Dina looked at him, “Yes, why?” Raymond cleared his throat, “That’s very bold of you, what do I do about the discrepancy?” Dina looked down a moment, “You tell it’s a fee charge, what else, look I’m not doing this for a laugh. I need my own money to shift the company.” Raymond nodded, “I know, I want to help you, but this is a tricky deal, we have to be smart, how much did you take?” Dina turned, “1.3 million.” Raymond looked thoughtful, “I see, and where is that now? In your bra?” Dina looked more serious at him, “Don’t be ridiculous its in my other account.” 

Raymond rubbed her arms and up to her shoulders from behind, leaning into her shoulders a bit as they both stared out through the window. His hands squeezing menacingly, “Where am I supposed to get the other money then?” Dina shifted against his weight. “I told you 45 million clean, now your playing around, taking fees, he doesn’t know about?” Dina moved out of his grip, but he was fast and gripped her arm again. Twisting her to face him, “You don’t understand,” Raymond said.

Dina snapped back at him, “No You don’t understand, I am doing You a favor,” she pointed at his chest, walking him backwards, “And You will respect my position here.”

Raymond started to laugh, “Darling, the only position you are here for is to be on all fours, and give me that money,” Dina slapped him across the face, and moved to leave the room. Raymond was right behind her, pulling her back against his chest, “Don’t cross me either, I may be a pussycat, my dear but I can be fierce,” he nearly growled in her hair. Dina shuddered, staying still under his grasp, waiting for her opportunity to get away.

“Look, we can tell him together, if your so,” she swallowed, “nervous.” Raymond towered over her and placed a kiss on the top of her head, “Yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” his grip loosened as he calculated. Dina relaxed momentarily and they both exited the room to the main part of the compound.

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            John secured a jeep and some gear, just enough supplies for the trek there and back. His rendezvous was just outside Marsa Malruh, near a small Bedouin village with a tourist salt cave. He had 28 hours to get Raymond and get him back to the rendezvous point. John thought about the woman, Dina, trying to figure out if he would have to retrieve her too. Surely if she was with Raymond, she knew the risk of staying in that compound. The compound in question was owned by Amed Al-Siwa, a very intense man with dark eyes and large hands. He had a short temper and a powerful sense of loyalty and honor.

It was 6 pm local time and Porter was driving into the sunset along the northern coast of Egypt, 6 hours on the road would get him to the compound just after midnight, and that meant, two things, the element of surprise, and cooler temperatures. Porter drove as the highway carried him to the southern roadway about 3 hours in. He stopped for petrol and pounded some caffeine pills he snagged in the shop. Its nothing but darkness in the desert at night, and wild animals, Porter wanted to stay alert. Porter checked his gear one more time, retrieving his Glock 9mm, and set it between the seats. He didn’t plan on getting stopped at the tolls, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.

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Lyn's Writing Event 2024

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[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

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✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Call of Duty

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

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✞Outlast

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—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

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[middleearthpixie]

I’m going to set a prompt for you. “Fireworks” for any of your works. Whichever you’re happiest to use.

It took me a while, but here it is... 💜

Fireworks

Summary:Your brother’s annual Fourth of July picnic brings with it a surprise you never saw coming - and brings John Porter unexpected back into your life.

Prompt: Fireworks

Characters: John Porter x Fem!Reader  

Warnings: unprotected sex 

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,281

***

You stood in the doorway of your walk-in closet and frowned. Why was it when you actually had someplace to go, you never seemed to have anything to wear? The Murphy’s law of both fashion and being single, no doubt. 

 Although, why you really cared was a bit of a mystery. It was just your brother’s annual Fourth of July cookout and you already knew everyone on the guest list. But for some reason, you just wanted to look… good. 

Still, you didn't have all day to decide. The cookout started at two and you’d had to work, so it was already nearly seven now and if you waited any longer, there’d be no point in going at all.

That in mind, you finally settled on your old standby—jean shorts and a dark green tank top. Your hair almost behaved. Almost. So, up into a ponytail it went and not ten minutes later, you were easing your car to a stop behind your brother’s Ram 1500 pickup. There were a few cars parked in front of his house at the end of Maple Street, where the tall, leafy trees that gave the street its name showed the age of the neighborhood itself. During the day, shade splashed on both sides of the street and most of the cars parked along it took advantage of that shade. 

Music pumped from the backyard. Gabe was a big Beatles fan, and you recognized Sgt. Pepper and fought off a wince. As kids, he had this CD on loop and every morning, you woke up to the same refrain, you’d asked him to please, please, please play anything else and when he refused, you snuck into his room and stole the CD to bury in the backyard. 

But now, you didn't mind Sgt. Pepper so much as you lifted the latch to the gate and came around the corner, smiling and greeting the people you knew, the ones she saw at every one of Gabe’s gatherings.

“Hey, you made it!” 

Gabe was younger than you by almost four years and when you were kids, you couldn’t be in the same room for more than five minutes without trying to kill each other. But, you weren’t kids any more and you didn't mind him so much since he’d finally grown up. He pressed a Sam Adams Porch Rocker into your hand and said, “I’ll throw a burger on for you if you want.”

“Thanks, I’d appreciate it. No cheese, though.”

“No problem. Go and be friendly. It’ll be up win a few minutes.”

You looked around as he went back into the kitchen to get the burgers. Tiki torches flickered all around the yard’s perimeter and  Chairs were set up beneath towering maples and oaks and most of them were already occupied. Kids splashed in the in-ground pool, and you tried not to notice the bikinis around said pool. But, of course you did notice them and as you did, you vowed to work harder on your abs next gym session. A lie, of course. you hated doing abs, but as long as you made the promise, you felt better about the same. 

Before you could even make the attempt to go and be friendly, your sister-in-law Deena came up and wrapped you in a hug like she hadn’t seen you in years. “I’m glad you finally got here,” she said, her voice low, “now, don’t be mad at me, but…”

“But what?” You narrowed your eyes at her. “Deena, what’s going on?”

“John’s here.”

“What?”

“I know, I know…Believe me, he heard about it, but” Deena held up both hands, palms out, “Gabe bumped into him and they got to talking and the next thing I know, he tells me he invited him.”

“Deena, are you kidding me?” You craned your neck to scan the huge backyard and it took you all of five seconds to find him, over near the clump of swamp maples to the left of the pool. There he was. 

John Porter.

Fuck.

It had been months since you’d last seen him, but as soon as your eyes alit on him, your entire body went hot. No one would ever blame me for that. After all, the man was hot. Tall, dark, handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a smile that promised all of the sinful delights the world had to offer and delivered so much more. He wasn't in your apartment more than ten minutes, there to pick you up for our first date, before you were naked on the sofa with him. You never even made it to the movie you’d planned to go see, which had been fine. He knew what he was doing and you’d take an orgasm over a stupid action movie any day of the week. And while you’d thought you’d never seen him again after that, you were wrong. In fact, you thought you were on the verge of something special, something that would last. 

You were falling in love.

You thought he was, as well. 

He worked for the British government and was only in the States temporarily. He’d gotten a call about a mission, couldn’t tell you what it was or where it would take him, only that he was leaving and he’d call you when he got back to the States.

That was last December. You were still waiting for that call.

Fucker.

“Oh, no,” Deena muttered. “Here he comes.”

“Wonderful.” You lifted the bottle to swallow half of it. A mistake, actually, as you hadn’t eaten and the beer went right to your head. 

“Hi there,” John said, his voice all casual, like you were work buddies or nothing more than casual acquaintances. “How’ve you been?”

“Good. And you?” You managed to sound at least a little friendly. Or so you hoped. But the truth was, the butterflies were going wild in your stomach and the Porch Rocker had your head spinning more than a little and truth be told, just looking at him, all you could think about was tackling him somewhere. You hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed him until then.

And really, what you should’ve been thinking was junk punching him. He’d deserve it. 

“I’m good. I—uh—I retired at the end of May.”

“Retired? Really?”

He nodded, lifting his own bottle of Shock Top to his lips for a pull. He took two swallows then lowered it. “Yeah, I’m here now, doing some work for your government now instead.”

“For how long?”

“Long enough that I bought a house.”

That was something you hadn’t expected him to say. “You-you bought a house. That’s nice.”

“Yeah, I did. It’s not huge and there’s more grass than I real care to mow, but I’m adjusting. The worst part is you all drive on the wrong side of the road.”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure that would be you.” 

He smiled, then glanced at Deena before looking back at you. “Look, can we talk?”

“Talk? What about?” You took another sip of your beer like you had no idea what he might want to talk to me about. Playing it cool. 

“I’m going to go see if Gabe needs any help.” Deena gestured toward the Coleman coolers up against the back of the house. “Beer’s in the red cooler, sodas and water are in the blue cooler.” 

Deena darted off, leaving you up on the deck with John, trying to remember why it was you didn't want to go off alone with him anywhere. Nothing good could come of it. It just couldn’t. 

He waited until Deena went back inside. “I owe you an apology.”

“An apology?”

A knowing look came to his face, accompanied by a slightly crooked grin that made your insides twist immediately. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh, right. You were going to call me, weren’t you, when you were stateside again?”

“Yeah, I was, but I ended up in the Middle East for months and couldn’t call from there because I couldn't give my location away. When I finally got back to London, I decided I’d had enough. I’d worked with a few Americans over there and was offered a job that paid better, had less travel, so I put in for my retirement and when I came back to the States, I figured too much time had passed and you were probably fairly angry with me, and rightfully so and I know that’s lame, but it’s the truth.”

You really didn't want to believe him, but he sounded sincere enough. And maybe you were being a fool, but you still cared about him, still missed him, and—if you were completely honest with yourself—you will loved him. Not a day went by when you didn't think about him, or didn’t worry about him, even if you would have cheerfully strangled him yourself.

And now, you had the opportunity at a second chance with him. Maybe you were being a fool, but… how often did one get a second chance?

With that, you sighed. “Fair enough. Yes, we can talk.”

“Good.” He nodded toward the side of Gabe’s pale yellow ranch house. “Let’s take a walk. I don’t know anyone here anyway.”

“You know Gabe.”

“Yeah, and that’s it. And his wife keeps giving me the stink-eye.”

You smiled. “She’s one of my best friends, so you’re lucky the stink-eye is all she’s giving you.”

“Yeah, I suppose I am.” 

You knew better, but you let him lead you around to the front of the house. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Busy,” he said. “I’m still living out of boxes, more or less. Not much in the way of spare time since I got here.”

“But you had time for a cookout.”

“Who turns down free food?” He looked over at you and grinned.

That grin made your insides do a slow melt. Did he have any idea what he promised with only a smile? You remembered all too well what that smile did to you the first time. He’d leaned in and kissed you and that was it. The next thing you knew, you were tugging his cream-colored sweater over his head ad then wrestling with his belt while he had you naked in record time. And that was only the beginning. It only got better from there. 

Your nipples contracted on cue. Heat swept through you now and it had nothing to do with it being the middle of the summer. John Porter just oozed sex. Oozed sex, reeked of danger, and had a face that would make an angle commit any sin he asked. 

And sinning with him seemed mighty good right about now.

Wait? What?

No, you weren’t going there again. You knew you should go back to the house, and drown your sorrows in Porch Rockers, cheeseburgers, and chips, because standing there, with him, at the foot of Gabe’s driveway, was already wreaking havoc on your nerves. Your body remembered all too well what the man standing before could do, what he did do, and it was enough to make you already feel more than a little dampness between your legs. 

No man had ever had that power over you. But John did. And you had the feeling he knew it. Especially when you looked up and found him just watching you, his blue eyes glinting with something akin to promise.

He knew.

“What?” 

He shook his head. “Nothing. I’m just glad I decided to come.”

As he spoke, he stepped up closer to you. You instinctively stepped back, smack up against the side of your car. “John… don’t.”

“Don’t what?” He took another step toward you. “We were good together. We should give it another shot.”

“No,” you shook your head, “we definitely should not give it another shot. I learned the hard way about that.”

“I was a shit and I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

“John.”

“What?”

“You’re nuts if you think I’m falling for this again.”

“I live right there,” he gestured with one hand over his right shoulder, “so why don’t we forget this cookout and make a few fireworks of our own and see if I can’t convince you how good we are together?”

“I don’t even like you.”

“That’s okay,” his grin widened, “you don’t have to like me. I like you enough for the both of us.”

“Oh, well, in that case.”

“Come on, admit it. You like me.”

“No. I really don’t.”

“Sure you do.” He stepped closer and you tried to ignore the way your heartbeat sped up. He towered over you, all broad shoulders and wide chest. “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

You relented then and sighed. “Okay, so you’re not the worst person I’ve ever met.”

“I knew it.” He bent to you and your heart quickened as his lips just barely brushed yours and he whispered, “I am sorry I didn't call you when I got back,” just before he claimed your lips in a soft kiss.

You sank back against your car as his mouth moved against yours, as his arm slid easily about your waist, as his body pressed up against you. His lips were warm and dry and soft, his tongue hot and silken as it eased between your lips to trace along yours. 

He came flush against you. You’d forgotten how solid he was, how muscled. He might not be in the military any longer, but he certainly didn't get lazy as a result. You melted against him, winding your arms about his neck. Your fingers crept up into his hair. It was short and bristly along his nape, but as they stretched higher, it grew softer. 

John shifted slightly, easing a thigh between yours and you couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth at the sensual friction it created. He pressed up into the apex of your thighs, sliding it along you as he did. Heat pooled where he met you, the cotton lining of your thong already damp. Damn it, he was one of those men who just knew how to touch you to get your motor humming, how to warm you up and make you almost drip with desire. Your core did a slow, teasing melt, the ache sweet and aggravating at the same time. 

But, you weren’t the only one whose body betrayed them. As he came completely flush against you, his cock pressed firmly against you, a rather large ridge in his jeans now and without thinking, you slid a hand down from his neck, shifted enough to sweep down along his chest, over his stomach, to that ridge, which you curved your hand about and gently squeezed.

He exhaled hard into your mouth and arched into your touch at the same time. The pressure against your hand was slow and steady, and you just wanted to unbuckle his belt, tug open the fly, and let your fingers roam over what you knew was thick, solid, utterly beautiful male flesh. 

You smiled as he shivered against you, as he thrust firmly against you and whispered, “We should go back to my place. It’s right across the street.”

“Since when?”

“Since I moved here. I just told you I bought a house.” He drew back, his blue eyes almost sapphire, heavy-lidded, and promising you it would be absolutely worth falling into bed with him again. “So?”

You smiled. “Do I look dumb enough to do that again?”

He leaned in, sweeping his lips up along the side of your neck, to your ear, where he caught the lobe in gentle teeth and whispered, “I promise you, I’m not disappearing any time soon.”

“Liar.”

“No, I promise you,” he drew back and smiled, “I will. I’ll even call you first thing tomorrow. I mean, unless you’re still here tomorrow.”

Your stomach did a mighty flip at that. “Are you asking me to spend the night with you? We haven’t even left my brother’s yard yet.”

“I am and the key word is yet. I owe you.” He slid an arm about your waist to pull you up and away from the car. “We’ll get some takeaway and see what happens.”

“John, I’m not sleeping with you again.”

“Sure you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

 “John.”

He bent to kiss you and as he did, your resolve melted. Maybe you were an idiot for doing this, but you didn't care. So, you let him catch you by the hand and you followed him across the street to the sage green ranch across the street. 

Once you were inside, John pulled you into his arms and his mouth crashed into yours. And in that moment, you were a goner. You melted into him, tugging his damp tee shirt up to slip your hands beneath it. His back was damp as well. It was hot as anything outside and you were both on the sweaty side. The AC hummed softly in the background, but the afternoon sun had poured in through the front bow window and the room was hot despite that AC.

His tongue thrust between your lips, teasing as it glided along yours. He curved his rough palms against your cheeks, angling your head ever so slightly to the right to give him better access, to allow him to deepen his kiss. You savored every last second of that deep, soulful kiss as it fired your blood and warmed you from the inside out. You flattened your hands against his back, the muscle like slabs of stone beneath his hot, smooth skin. 

Your back arched of its own, your breasts pressing firmly into his chest, your nipples responding to the contact by tightening into achy little beads. His hands fell away from your face, to the hem of your tank and he broke the kiss as he whisked that tank top up, a soft laugh dusting your lips as you raised your arms so he could strip it free and let it fall to the floor behind you.

Little by little, you tugged at each other’s clothes until the piles at your feet grew higher. He caught you around the waist to lift you easily and as he did, you wrapped your legs about his hips, both sighing as one when your softness ground firmly against his hardness. 

He lifted you just enough to capture a beaded nipple between his lips, flaying it with the tip of his tongue as he flicked it over that achy nub. Your core began the slow melt that had you aching for him, the heat between your thighs enough to warm the room further. He turned to press you against the wall, your eyes closing as he continued his sensual assault on your nipple, swirling his tongue about it, pulling it deeper into his mouth, flicking it just enough to make you suck in a hard breath. 

Your body ached for him just as it always did, when all you could think about was moments like this, with him. His touch was the most powerful aphrodisiac you’d ever known and he had the gift of knowing just how to touch you, how to stroke and tease you, until you were slick and hot and desperate for him.

That hadn’t changed. Not one bit. He was still your weakness and probably always would be and all you wanted was to feel him inside you, to take him slow and deep until you both went mad with the need to come. 

He pulled away, his eyes smoked sapphires as they met yours. “I’ve missed you, love,” he growled, his voice low and husky.

“You knew where to find me,” you whispered back.

“I was a fucking coward.”

“Yeah, you were.”

He grinned. “But, you’re here now, so…”

With that, he reached between you and you felt him press up against you just hard enough to make tingles race through you.

“John!” His name burst from your lips as he then thrust and filled you with a long, silken stroke. You tightened about him instinctively, your fingernails biting into the back of his neck as he began thrusting. He moved with the slow assurance of a man who knew exactly how to make you melt, how to carefully bring you to that edge and hold you there, your body humming, your head spinning, your blood boiling as every fiber of your being tensed in anticipation of the fiery hot release of the perfect orgasm. 

This time was no different. Each thrust shoved you closer to that edge. You wrapped all around him, rocked your hips to meet those thrusts, a sense of triumph surging through you as he moaned low in the back of his throat and his eyes squeezed shut for a long moment.

“Oh…” Your name bubbled to his lips, almost strangled as he thrust faster now. Pleasure spiraled through you, gentle at first, but it quickly grew. Hot. Sweet. Your thighs gripped his sides as you slid along the wall, as he drove powerfully into you. Bright lights danced before your eyes. Your head spun wildly from the sensual bliss coursing through you. You tightened about him, your climax taking root deep in your core, tensing and twisting as it wound through you. 

“John… oh… please…” You couldn’t hold back your plaintive moan, the need to come almost choking you now. You squeezed him, ground against him, met each thrust as best you could and then—

He crushed you between his body and the wall and you surrendered, melting at the sweet fire of mutual climax that had you clinging to him, throbbing around him, whispering his name as you tightened your arms about his neck.

John staggered back, sinking into the armchair just inside the front door and as he did, he cradled you against him, trembling beneath you as he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much, you know. And I don’t want to miss you any more.”

You buried your face in his soft, dark hair, breathing in the clean eucalyptus scent of his shampoo, the soft scrape of his stubbled cheek against your all-too-sensitive skin. Your eyes closed, your heart slowed, your breath returned as you whispered, “What does that mean?”

“It means, I want another chance with you.” He drew back slightly, turning to meet your gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded and seductive, soft and tender. “So, what do you say?”

“Why should I, John?”

“Because you miss me? Because you want to be with me? Because I make your eyes cross and will do it on a regular basis?”

“I wanted all of that once and you left. How do I know you won’t leave again?”

“Because I’m not stupid. I made a mistake when I left. The worst mistake I could’ve made. And I want to right that.”

You sat back carefully, mindful of the fact that your bodies were still joined, but wouldn’t be for much longer. And it would be messy, then. You carefully eased off him. “John, I—”

He pushed up from the chair, said, “Hold that thought,” and darted into the kitchen, coming back with a clean towel that he pressed into your hand. “Look, I know I fucked up. I won’t deny that. But, I’ve had a lot of time to think about us, love. And the more I thought, the more I realized what I want. And what I want is you.”

“For now.”

“Forever.” He came up to catch you by the wrist, pulling the towel from you. “I love you. And I have for a long time.”

You stared up at him, his features softened by the darkness creeping in as night fell. Soft pops sounded in the distance. Firecrackers, no doubt. It was, after all, the Fourth of July. 

“John—”

“You have every reason to tell me to go to hell,” he said, drawing you into his arms once more. “But, I will prove myself to you somehow. I promise you, I will.”

You knew you should just get dressed and go back across the street, but the truth was, you’d missed him just as much. And you really did want to believe him.

But, what if…?

“John, what if you change your mind again?”

“I won’t,” he whispered, locking his fingers at the small of your back to hold you away from him. His eyes were honest, a slightly crooked grin played at his lips. “I promise you, I won’t. You’ll see.”

You sighed as the sky behind him lit up in flashes of purple and white and gold. You knew what your answer would be and perhaps it made you a fool, but you smiled just the same.

“I love you,” he added, drawing you close once more. “And I will prove it to you.”

“You better.” You reached up to brush a lock of spiky dark hair away from his forehead. “Because I love you back and I swear I will kick your ass if you’re just playing me, Sergeant Porter.”

He offered up a grin that would melt even the coldest of hearts. “Not sergeant, love. Just Mister. I’m a civilian now, and I promise you, I am not playing you. You’ll see.”

He tugged you back to him and as your lips met, and your eyes started to slip shut, more bursts of color erupted against the night sky as you melted against him once more. And as he tugged down onto the cool maple floor, those weren’t the only fireworks going off around you. 

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I can finally say with some confidence that Covert Eyes appears to have an end in sight. After 18 months of writing the fic, and not really knowing where it was going to go, I've figured out a conclusion for it. Thanks to one of my closest friends helping me, listening to me ramble on for hours about it, I can look to the end.

I've had a definite love hate relationship with this fic. I've loved writing it as it's my first adventure into the Spooks fandom, and was also my first OC x canon pairing for quite a while, after concentrating on reader inserts for so long. Then the hate came in when I saw the lack of engagement with it, and probably due to it being such an old fandom now. Most people want me to continue writing Thorin constantly. And if I'm being brutally honest with you all, my Thorin stories are becoming very stale now. I just feel that my stories regarding him are so samey; it feels like a cut and paste job whenever I read my Thorin stories back. I feel most of the ground for Thorin has been covered. Lucas and Amy were new and fresh, and it was going against what readers wanted. I was actually writing for myself for once, rather than get sucked into the need for validation and sticking to what everyone wants.

The ending of Covert Eyes will probably be a relief for a lot of you because you came for Thorin content. However, the Lucas x Amy pairing will continue on. Covert Eyes doesn't indicate the end of them. Far from it. :)

Other characters? As you all know, I've focused on Richard Armitage characters for quite a while. John Porter is another character I'd love to delve into, but he's very much like Lucas, not very popular. Raymond de Merville and Guy of Gisborne are still on the cards. But I also, like Thorin, am starting to feel they're becoming a little stale now.

Other fandoms? Still not sure on that one. Thorin, Lucas, Guy, Raymond and the Johns (Porter and Thornton) are still very much of interest to me. Maybe I need to try and shake up my ideas. But we'll see.

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FALLOUT BUT IT'S GAYS ONLY [mlm post!]

as per the usual: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WOMEN/FEM: DO NOT INTERACT

Fallout characters + sex (randomised)

includes: Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, R.J. MacCready, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Old Longfellow, Maximus & Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

Porter Gage

Gage looked at you from across the room, a little bit distracted as he kept going from the terminal to the bed; his jaw clenched as he thought about it. It wouldn't be the first time he fucked you in the Overboss' quarters, but he knew that he had shit to get done first; still, it was tempting. Fucking his boyfriend knowing that you could get caught at any moment, any second. He swallowed thickly, deciding to say fuck it as he pushed his chair back; carefully, Gage made his way over to the bed, and knelt between your spread legs as he smiled, licking his lips.

"You tryin' to distract me?" He asked lowly, letting his calloused hand rest on your chest.

You shrugged, daring to smile back as you fought back the urge to properly kiss him. "Maybe I am... but could you blame me? Seems like you only ever got your attention on what the Overboss says."

Gage shook his head. "Don't worry, boss, I only got eyes for you."

Preston Garvey

Preston growled out softly as he held onto your thighs, keeping them pinned to the bed as he shook his head slowly; you grinned, asking him to keep going. You couldn't help the lude moan that left you when you felt his mouth around your cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you slapped your hand over your mouth. Fuck. When Preston said he would return the favour, you didn't think that he was going to be so fucking eager at it. The back of your head fell harshly against the pillow as you moaned loudly against your palm.

"Fuck!" The word came out drawn and ragged. "Preston! Fuck! Don't stop, don't stop!"

Preston doubled down his efforts, his mouth and tongue so warm and so fucking soft as he kept a firm grip on your thighs; he gagged a little when you hit the back of his throat, but couldn't help the smile.

"Preston!" You were so fucking desperate. Needing and wanting everything that he would give you.

MacCready

MacCready welcomed you onto his lap with a grin, his hands immediately holding you steady as he kissed you harshly, nipping at your bottom lip when he pulled away; he waited for you to ask before he helped you to line your ass up. Fuck, you were always so tight and so warm, it never failed to make him grunt and growl as he allowed you time to adjust. His grip went to your thighs as he laughed softly and caught you in another kiss; he did his best not to smile too much when you smiled into it. Your hands going to his chest as you gently pushed him down.

"You feel so good," he whispered out. "You okay, cowboy?"

You nodded as you caught your breath, meeting his gaze as you swallowed thickly in hopes that it would come back quicker; your words were a little quick and slightly ragged. "I'm good... are you ready?"

MacCready nodded, his heart hammering in his chest as a giddy feeling washed over him. "Ready when you are."

Hancock

Hancock was all too eager to help you out when you mentioned about some morning wood; already knelt between your legs, he let his hands rest on either side of your hips as he waited for you to give the word. The second you did, he had one hand wrapped around your cock, gently pumping and stroking as he moved to lean over you, his other hand at the side of your head. Sweet nothings and praised whispers left his mouth, at least until you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. He grinned into it, eagerly kissing back.

"Did you stock up on the radaway?" He asked as he pulled away, his gaze hungry.

You nodded as you peppered his stretched and burned skin in a dozen little kisses, resisting the urge to fuck his hand. "I did, it's in- it's in the drawer... under the- oh, fuck, under the handcuffs and left- left of the cigarettes."

Hancock nodded, moving so that he could gently nip at your ear before he dared to drop his voice to a whisper. "Want me to grab it?"

Nick Valentine

Nick clenched the mattress as he tried not to shake with the rhythm of his own thrusting coupled with yours, his voice reduced to just sharp growls and harsh moans as he did his best to keep up. Fuck, it felt so good. Your cock in his ass as he let his metal tongue fall out, glad for once that he had been able to feel emotions - joy, ecstasy, lust. Fucking lust. But he has to admit - there's something about being so close. About having your hand on his neck and so close to the circuitry, he loves it, and he can't deny it even if he ever wanted to.

"You okay, Nicky?" The words were forced through heavy breaths right against his ear. "You able to keep up?"

Nick nodded, doing his best not to moan too loud when you delivered a particularly hard thrust that made him tightly clench around your cock. "You know - I might be an old synth, but I'm not completely due for recall just yet."

You gently bit down on the outside of his ear, tugging the faux skin so gently. "I fucking love you, you know. Sprockets and gears and all."

Paladin Danse

With his face buried against your armpit and inhaling the scent of your sweat, Danse roughly rutted into your hand; his hips matched the speed and rhythm of the way you stroked his cock. He grumbled softly, hoping that no one would walk in on such a... compromising sight. Danse on top of you, whimpering and keeping his face pressed against your underarm; completely submissive and utterly weak. He dared to let his tongue dart out, licking a long stripe over the coarse hairs as he tried his best not to call your name as loudly as he could.

"What's the matter, Paladin?" You teased softly. "You scared if you make some noise, someone's gonna catch us?"

Danse stuttered out a soft "fuck", humping your hand even harder as he started to realise just how fucking close he was to finally cumming; he stilled for a moment, grunting against your underarm. "Don't stop."

You picked up the pace, grinning as he moaned and stuttered. "I won't, don't worry."

Old Longfellow

A grunt came from the back of Longfellow's throat as he eased you onto his lap, letting you take every inch of his cock in your ass as he grumbled and took a long swig from his bottle of rum; you smiled, taking it from him and holding eye contact as you took a purposefully long gulp and let some of it dribble down your neck and onto your bare chest. The breath in Longfellow's throat hitched as he glared at you; all the times you had cockwarmed him, and yet, it always still felt like the first time. It was always new, when he was with you.

"You gonna keep me on your lap all day like your personal play thing?" You asked teasingly, putting your arm around him.

Longfellow nodded, giving the side of your ass a playful but firm smack; he loved being near you, being able to actually get quite playful was always like a breath of fresh air. "Now you've given me the idea, I just might, Cap'n."

You grinned, gently grinding against him just to watch him moan softly. "I think I quite like that idea, y'know."

Maximus

Max grinned as he laid down, bringing you with him and managing to slip his hand below the waistband of your trousers once you were close enough; lying on top of him as he grasped a handful of your backside and asked if he could touch you there. Enthusiastic, you told him yes and let him slip two fingers inside your ass; moaning softly and grinding against him as you let out a long and deep breath. He started to work them in and out, watching as you got more and more eager for him to keep going. Fuck, he could get used to that.

"Y'like that?" Maximus asked softly, able to feel his cock getting hard as you ground against him, resisting the urge to copy you.

You nodded, starting to get a bit breathless as you searched for any, even just the slightest bit, of friction against your cock; needing and wanting it more than anything else. "Keep going, Max, please, keep going."

Maximus nodded, licking his lips as he finally caved in, copying your movements and trying not to grin when you moaned so fucking loudly. "I will, I will."

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul

Cooper grunted under his breath as he pressed his face into the pillow, shallow and hollowed breaths leaving him as he did his best to keep quiet; he caught the pillow with his teeth, the muffled sounds of his begging for more only spurring you on as you planted your hands either side of his head. The sound of squelching and skin slapping skin started to fill the room, the air itself getting heavy and dense with the scent of sex and sweat. Fuck. He felt so good, and you couldn't deny that you loved using him as your own personal fuck toy, either.

"Now you best cum in my ass, cowboy," Cooper growled out. "Don't let it go to waste."

You grinned, doubling down your efforts as you leaned down, biting down on the side of his neck and sucking at the skin just to hear him grunt and growl your name. "Don't you worry your pretty head, Coop, I won't."

He clenched around you, seeking any and all fiction that he could. "Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me, y'know."

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Stethoscopes & Triangles - Chapter 3 🐞💕

Sam Winchester x reader

A/N: Wow y'all this one is intense, and a few surprises awaits. Hold on to your seats, its a messy ride 😋

Side Note: Thank you so much for every like and repost, comment and message I really do appreciate all of them, also do not hesitate to give me your opinion... Much love - Nesca 💕🐞❤️

Warnings: Hospital, blood, angst, fear, anything else you know what to do.🐞

Chapter 3 🐞❤️💕

Yank her even more towards his chest, clenching the knife, his knuckles white, as he pushed the knife towards the crook of her neck, piercing the skin even more, she whimpers, as the blade, goes deeper, the man's loud voice as he warns ''do not come closer, or... or the doc gets it'' almost deafening her. 

The security guard , putting his hands in the air, as he retreats, not wanting to upset the distressed man any further.  ''Good! Get back'' the man warned

While the man, was franticly going on about someone saving his brother, he didn't catch a glimpse of an older man, charging towards him and the doctor, knocking the two of them to the floor. Its the smell of cigarettes and bourbon , coming from the old guy that hits Amy first, then all of the sudden she feels the lukewarm red liquid running down her neck, towards her collar bone. The security guard, comes running closer, quickly taking ahold of his arms, making sure his tied up, he radio's dispatch, letting them know there's been an incident.

Nurse Brown, comes closer towards their position, she gasps as she sees her best friend sitting up, pain evident on her delicate face, her skin color paler than normal. The knife, wedged into her the side of her neck. Her voice shaky ''Amy''

Looking at her best friend, puzzled, shuddering ''I'm Okay'' 

The older man, gets up, glancing over at the woman, he just rescued. Panicked ''I'm so sorry''

Nurse Brown orders a porter, to run and find Dr. Lafitte the surgeon ''Quickly Dammit'' she shouted.

One of the other nurses, walks closer towards Amy, trying to assist with the situation, some padding already in hand. Amy looks up at the nurse. ''LEAVE IT!'' she warns. knowing one wrong move, and it could worsen the situation. Not moving a muscle she just sits there, her eyes widen ''Ada!''

''Yes sweetie''

Her voice steady, not revealing, how she really feels deep inside, afraid, in pain, distraught and on edge. ''The man who saved me, is he okay?''

In Shock ''what, your worried about him?'' realizing what she just said, glancing towards him ''I'm.. so sorry, I didn't mean it that way''

Gesturing with his hands, that its okay, he walks toward the injured, brave woman. His gruff voice, filled with compassion.  ''Hey! Looks like we both had a terrible day,''

A half-smile forms on her heart shaped lips. ''Yeah I guess so, what's your name, and thank you''

''You can call me John'' he smiled showing the lines across his face

''Hi, John I'm Amy, what brings you here today?'' she mumbled 

''Need to come in for dialysis, my freaking kidneys gave in a while back, but hey I'm not complaining'' his forehead creased

Her eyes feeling heavy, speech starting too slur ''Shit, sorry''

The man kneels down to her side, seeing she's loosing consciousness, his calloused hands gripping her shoulders tightly, holding her in an upright position. 

The last thing she sees, are the concerned brown eyes of the older man, as her eyelids closed.

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Sitting in the theatre hallway, waiting on some news, not really sure if his heart is still beating, it kind of stopped, when he got the call from Ada, that Amy was rushed into surgery, it's all been one big haze, hell he's not even sure, how he got here. His hands are still shaking, from adrenaline, maybe anger, probably both. If he gets ahold of the bastard, he would... biting his lower lip, trying not to go there. Underneath his breath, he lets out a silent whisper ''Please be okay baby, I can't loose you, your the only family I have''

His long fingers, playing with the watch, as he keeps an eye on that door, waiting for news, hoping and praying for the best, but fearing the worst. Feeling a slender hand on his shoulder, noticing it's Ada, ''Hi'' is all he could let out, her green eyes, bloodshot, devastated look on her face, her voice shaky ''Hi Sam, so sorry about Amy''

Stunned he glares at her, his voice barely audible ''Is...Is she?''

''No, no I don't have any news, I'm just sorry about what happened'' 

Just nodding his head and mouthing a ''thank you'' he focusses all his attention on the door again, waiting for news. It feels like hours when Doctor Lafitte finally comes out, Sam searches his face for any evidence about how the operation went, but nothing, is it a special gift they have, he strides closer to meet the man halfway, 

His voice husky ''we were able to repair the damage and close the wound, in the removal of the blade, it nicked an artery, so we had to repair that as well, but she'll make a full recovery, without any foreseen complications.''

Dragging his hands over his tired face, a half-smile on his lips ''Thank you, really, when can I see her?''

''They are just taking her to the ICU, so we can keep an eye on her, but you can go in too see her, Ada will show you the way'' 

''Thank you, once again'' Sam says passing by him, following Ada. 

Stopping in his tracks, observing, her laying there, machines and cables and tubes everywhere. Dragging himself over to her, pulling a chair closer, feeling like his legs, aren't able to carry his weight, he plunges down, grabbing a hold of her hand, his eyes welled up, distress evident in his smoky voice, ''Sweetie, I'm here'' his lips brushing her fingers before he covers her hand in his.

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He walked closer, to were they said Amy's room was, he needs to check in on her, make sure she's okay for himself, and after today he needs a little good news, shaking his head as he allows his thoughts to wander to a earlier conversation with his eldest son ''you know what dad, your upset because I left? You left the day mom died, you were suppose to be our father, instead I was the father.'' he heard the slurring in his son's voice, knowing all too well, how that sounds, trying to warn him about drinking to much, didn't really go well. ''Dammit dad, your one to preach, about drinking! Where do you think I got it from? The only thing I ever got from you is my bad habits, because I sure as hell didn't get any fatherly love, you were so caught up in your own damn world, you forgot you had children''  It's not like his son was wrong, but he hoped, they could build a bond, when he called, with the time he had left he'd wanted to make up, for being so screwed up that, he hoped, maybe his son's would forgive him, but the possibility looked bleak. Shrugging up his shoulders, ''At least I did one good thing, saving a woman, I couldn't save my wife, nor can I save my relationships with my sons, but at least, I weren't completely useless'' he whispered underneath his breath.

Before entering the room, his sees her lying there, as he observes the room, he sees a man with brown, mid-length hair, sitting at her bedside, something about this hunched over man seemed familiar, the man lifts up his head towards her, his face strong, a little bit of stubble covering his chin, towards the side of his jaw, it feels like his heart rejoices and sinks at the same time, yes! it's him, his a lot older, he isn't the boy that went to college, but a man, a fully grown man, shaking his head in disbelief, ''How is this even possible?'' it's him, his youngest son, Sam Winchester, unsure of what to do next, he questions himself ''does he go in, or walk away'' Stepping one foot forward, and then realizing, seeing him, now, there, might be the last thing Sam needs right now, he turns around, walking into the hallway, trying to get away from there as fast as he can, he sees the exit, walking into the dead of night, eyeballing the dark skies, letting out a sigh, somehow he always found comfort in the darkness, as he strides further into the night, he can't wonder if his son's will ever be able to forgive him. 

Chapter Four Here ;)

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TASK FORCE 141 — john price , simon ‘ghost’ riley , john ‘soap’ mactavish , gary ‘roach’ sanderson , kyle ‘gaz’ garrack , nikolai , ++ alex keller , farah karin , alejandro vargas , rodolfo ‘rudy’ parra .

KORTAC — könig , nikto , kim ‘horangi’ hong-jin , sebastian kruger ++ valeria garza , philip graves + the shadows , vladimir makarov .

TWO — arthur morgan , john marston , dutch van der linde , hosea matthews ( platonic only ) , abigail marston , mary beth gaskill , karen jones , tilly jackson , javier escuella , sean mcguire , charles smith , lenny summers , josiah trewlany , sadie adler , molly o’shea , kieran duffy , albert mason , charles châtenay , eagle flies , proetus + acrisius .

ONE + REVOLVER — jack marston ( teen + adult only ) ++ red harlow .

NEW VEGAS — arcade gannon ( mlm only ) , benny gecko , craig boone , fantastic , jason bright , joshua graham ‘ the burned man ’ , robert house , sunny smiles , viktor , yes - man .

FOUR — nate / nora , ada , cait , curie , paladin danse , deacon , desdemona , glory , john hancock , nick valentine , piper wright , porter gage , preston garvey , robert maccready , x6 - 88 .

SHOW — lucy maclean , norm maclean , the ghoul - cooper howard , maximus , lee moldaver , thaddeus .

VOUGHT — homelander , a-train , black noir , black noir II , queen maeve , lamplighter , translucent , firecracker , sister sage , the deep , ashley barrett , soldier boy , crimson countess , stan edgar .

THE BOYS — billy butcher , hughie campbell , annie january , sergei ‘frenchie’ , kimiko , marvin milk .

OTHERS — victoria nueman , luke riordan , andre anderson , cate dunlap , marie moreau , jordan li , emma meyer , sam riordan , maverick , popclaw , webweaver .

SLASHERS — jason vorhees : friday the thirteenth , michael myers : halloween og + rz , billy loomis : scream , stu macher : scream , brahms heelshire : the boy , harry warden : my bloody valentine , billy lenz : black christmas , bo sinclair , vincent sinclair , lester sinclair : house of wax , bubba sawyer : texas chainsaw massacre , thomas hewitt : texas chainsaw massacre reboot + beginning .

FAR CRY — john seed , joseph seed , jacob seed , faith seed , sharky boshaw , jess black , hurk drubman jr , adelaide drubman , grace armstrong , jerome jeffries , eli palmer , joey hudson , staci pratt , earl whitehorse . pagan min , ajay ghale . vaas montenegro , jason brody .

BALDURS GATE 3 — orgin dark urge , gale dekarios , astarion ancunín , shadowheart , lae’zel , wyll ravengard , karlach , halsin , jaheira , minsc , minthara , dame aylin , isobel thorm , omeluum , the emperor , rolan , dammon , ketherick thorm , enver gortash , orin , kar’niss , nym , sorn , raphael .

SUPERNATURAL — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel , gabriel , adam winchester , lucifer , michael , anna milton , charlie bradbury ( wlw only ) .

OTHER — connor : detroit become human , joe goldberg : you , eddie gluskin : outlast whistleblower , father paul hill / john pruitt : midnight mass , riley flynn : midnight mass , sheriff hassan shabazz : midnight mass , kurt wagner : x - men , remy lebeau : x - men , peter maximoff : x - men , adrian chase : peacemaker , abner krill : suicide squad , edward nashton : batman .

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — May 28-June 03

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

05-28 → Gong Jun posted four photos of clouds to his Instagram, caption: “Casual shots” and his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Watch  Clouds” Fan Observations: Lots of candy for this one:  -  This was the anniversary of the Word of Honor table read.  -  The “Take a lover’s hand and watch the clouds unfurl” line from Word of Honor.  -  On 2020-09-29, Zhang Zhehan posted photos of himself in front of a lake with the caption “Watch ☁️”. These were the photos where he’s in the red waffle lovers club shirt that Gong Jun has in black.  -  Zhang Zhehan once said in an interview that rather than saying it explicitly, he would post a photo of clouds to let his fans know when he had fallen in love. 🥺

05-29 → Nothing of note.

05-30 → Deeyeo posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. 

→ L’Oreal posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. They later also posted a commercial to their Xiao Hong Shu.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ L’Oreal posted a commercial from Cannes featuring Gong Jun, Elaine Zhong, and Zhu Yilong. 

→ Zhenguoli posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted a video of the concerts. It was noted that this was not posted by any of the “official” accounts on Weibo, likely because of the photos being removed before.

→ Net-a-Porter posted three photos of Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun appeared at the BAZAAR Icons red carpet charity event. [livestream clip]

→ Gong Jun posted six photos of himself from that day. Caption: “Wearing sunglasses 😎 Thanks to @贵族巴萨 @小莉BAZAAR for the invitation!” He also posted these to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Hold back  Can't smile!” and his Instagram, caption: “Out of season!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted twelve photos of him from that day. Caption: “The night is getting darker, and the contrast becomes interesting. @ Gong Jun Simon went to the party appointment!” 

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video of behind the scenes footage from that day’s photoshoot. Caption: “@ Gong Jun Simon is fully equipped 🕶️ ready to execute mission No. 1129 🔛” BGM is Seine Geschichte (X Years Mix) by Alberto Rizzo.

→ BAZAAR posted two photos of Gong Jun from the red carpet. Caption: “Don't be arrogant or impetuous, always have the original intention, and have a hot heart, and enjoy the sun with @ Gong Jun Simon!”

→ #Gong Jun’s phone lock screen is Huahua*# got on Weibo’s entertainment hotsearch, with the lock screen having been caught on camera after the event. *a panda

05-31 → A trailer was released for Hidden Strike (aka Project X-traction), an action comedy movie starring Jackie Chan and John Cena that Gong Jun filmed a minor role for in 2018. 2023 is given as the release year, no more exact date yet.

→ Gong Jun posted a commercial for L’Oreal. Caption: “Sunny heat wave, scorching heat is coming! Dry, red and sensitive skin after sun exposure? Bring the brand new #欧洲雅团安药粉丝# Hydrating for a summer, a piece of soothing redness, a strong barrier, and @巴黎欧光雅入to open up the translucent skin in good condition!”

→ Deeyeo posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun. [1] [2]

→ L’Oreal posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ BAZAAR posted a photo from the previous evening of Gong Jun and Dilreba each receiving an award for Popular Icon of the Year.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of him from the previous day. Caption: “All departments pay attention ⚠️ Mission number 1129, @ Gong Jun Simon starts to act” BGM is I’ll Do It by Heidi Montag.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. 

→ Gong Jun posted two photo ads for Tangle Teezer to his Xiao Hong Shu.

→ Tangle Teezer posted a video of behind the scenes footage from the photos Gong Jun posted.

→ Gong Jun commented “[3 shiba inu emojis] Very handsome!” on the singer Fan Chengcheng’s post of photos from the BAZAAR event, one of which included him. The two reportedly started following each other on Weibo.

→ BAZAAR posted a photo of Gong Jun from the red carpet.

→ Fresh posted a promotional “interview” spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Zhenguoli posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ BAZAAR posted a collection of photos from their event, three of which included Gong Jun.

06-01 → A Bulgarian fashion house, On Aura Tout Vu, posted photos from the Zhang Sanjian concert about an outfit they had made for it. They also posted these along with a design sketch to their Instagram. Fan Observation: It’s very odd that they would wait three weeks to post these, it’s suspected that it might be them trying to gain social media attention after seeing how much Jason Wu’s suit for Gong Jun got. At the time they posted the photos they had just over 1500 Twitter followers, which at the time of this post has risen by about 300.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted six photos from his trip to Thailand back in February. Caption: “It’s the holidays, of course I still want to go to the beach to play ~ @ Gong Jun Simon (working hard to film and not travel version) I wish you all stay childlike forever, happy holidays!”

→ Deeyeo posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Rare posted two gifs of Gong Jun wearing a shirt by them, taken from video filmed by fansites after the BAZAAR event.

06-02 → Several people posted photos of “Zhang Zhehan” at a Mayday concert. Fan Observations:  -  One of the people who posted photos is an executive director of one of CAPA’s subunits.  -  The imposter was wearing a conspicuous lace shirt and nothing to hide his face, and in at least one photo he is looking directly at the camera. It’s clear that the intent was to have him be seen.

→ The Instagram posted three photos of a tortoise and six of “Zhang Zhehan”.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

06-03 → Bluebird posted about a screenshot that has been passed around several Chinese group chats alleging that at the Bangkok concerts, Zhang Sanjian badmouthed Li Xuezheng. At the time of this post it is unverified if this is true.

→ Gong Jun posted a vlog of his trip to Cannes. [subbed video] Caption: “The business trip vlog that hasn’t been seen for a long time is here!” BGM is Argonauts by The Little Ones, Younger by The Hails, Some Summertime by Olsson & Grant, As The World Caves In (Wuki Remix) by Sarah Cothran, and I Want You Back by The Jackson 5.

→ Zhenguoli posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Bluebird made a post showing that in the span of eight months, EHz.Z changed recipient companies ten times, with none of these including Zhang Zhehan’s name anywhere. These companies are located in three different cities. (For those unfamiliar: this is evidence of money laundering.)

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John 'Bravo 6' Price

#Useful Girl WIP - A retrospective that takes John Price from Pompous Playboy Lieutenant to Suave Dominant Captain with a woman that makes his head spin and his pants tight. BDSM, D/s, boot blacking and similar kinks. John Price x OFC Scarlett Morgan

#Bury The Lede WIP - An investigative journalist followed the paths of multiple women that have gone missing in a desert town. Now she's stranded with her car fucked. The kind Samaritan that took her to his friend's mechanic shop might know more than he lets on. John Price x OFC Reporter x [Redacted] x [Redacted]

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

#Call of The Wild WIP - When his werewolf girlfriend goes missing, Kyle Garrick must set his feelings aside in order to save her from a hybrid trafficking ring. Kyle Garrick x OFC Shannon Porter Shifter AU

#The Contract WIP - In a fit of frustration, Rosalind Henderson makes a deal with a demon. When he comes to collect, they're taken aback by how normal he is. Or is there more to this contract she didn't know about when they signed? Kyle Garrick x OC Rosalind 'Rosie'/'Lin' Henderson Demon AU; Collab with @pfhwrittes

#Corporal Distraction WIP - Sgt. Kyle Garrick has been seeing Corporal Anna Gibson in secret. His teammates have had enough of their late night shenanigans and decide to take matters into their own hands. Kyle Garrick x OFC Anna Gibson; John MacTavish, Simon Riley x OFC Anna Gibson

#Embroidered Secret WIP - Kyle Garrick meets Lucille Fitzroy at one of the many balls. Follow their courtship with a lost and found trinket, a realization of love, and lots of witty banter and stolen moments. He fell first, she fell harder trope. Kyle Garrick x OFC Lucille Fitzroy Regency AU; Collab with @ofdivinity01

#Flowers from My Love WIP - Johanna Hawkins, disabled flower farmer, meets the Taskforce 141 and becomes smitten with Kyle Garrick when they occupy the neighbor's house. When a farmer's market event is attacked, she has to trust her new friends to be able to get her out of the precarious situation she's found herself in. Kyle Garrick x OFC Johanna Hawkins

#A Protégé's Trust WIP - Laswell's CIA Operative Lisa 'Badger' Compton manages to get under Kyle's skin every which way he turns. It's infuriating how much she bothers him. Her silky voice over comms, her voluptuous curves handing him information, the twinkle of her painted fingernail on her firearm's trigger - one of these days, he's going to lose it over this woman. Kyle Garrick x OFC Lisa 'Badger' Compton. Collab with @pfhwrittes

#Squeamish Stitches WIP - When Gaz is injuried on a recon mission, it's up to Jen 'Glitz' O'Dolan to get him patched up. One catch: her last visit to med bay resulted in her fainting at the sight of blood. Squeamish or not, his life rests in her hands while Ghost secures the safehouse. Aka: the Triple G Crew Kyle Garrick x OFC Jen 'Glitz' O'Dolan; Simon Riley & OFC Glitz

#Palace Hallways WIP - It's not awful being the newly crowned Queen's lady-in-waiting. What is awful is the attention you've unintentionally garnered from Sir Garrick. What's even worse, is the Royal Artificer and Royal Druid seem to be paying you the same kind of attention. You're a mess, and no one will do anything about it. Fantasy AU Kyle Garrick, Johnny MacTavish, Simon Riley x OFC 'Petal'

John 'Soap' MacTavish

#Museum Muse WIP - An online friendship blossoms between KelpieTinker93 (John) and IrisOfTheLake (Daisy) when they keep finding themselves active in the same online forums - especially a few spicy ones. Shy flirts become outright come-ons, and a tentative relationship blooms.

Tinker and Iris eventually decide to meet at a coffee shop in person - but can their relationship survive the shift to IRL? Or are they in for the biggest surprise of their life when face to face with reality?

BDSM, D/s dynamic, puppy play Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x OFC Darlene 'Daisy' Houghton

#Righteous Fury WIP - When one man finds himself in the same position he was in four years ago, he has a choice to make. When the beast hungry for retribution and protection roars, Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish answers.

That choice leads him into a life he never expected as part of Task Force 141 and SpecGru: one of subterfuge, counter-terrorism, and intelligence operations. He knows how to defuse a bomb and shoot a gun, but can he handle the increased pressure of the work?

Set in the Museum Muse Universe. Published Masterlist John 'Soap' MacTavish, Task Force 141 and Others

#Brix WIP - Orchard manager Annabeth Turner deals with becoming a safehouse for a clandestine task force. The Scot on the team can't seem to help himself and continues to get in the way. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x OFC Annabeth Turner

#Highland Tartans WIP - John MacTavish and Holly Duncan, of neighboring Scottish clans, are set to be wed. Historic Scottish Highlands AU (historical accuracy is questionable) Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x OFC Holly Duncan

#Corporal Distraction WIP - Sgt. Kyle Garrick has been seeing Corporal Anna Gibson in secret. His teammates have had enough of their late night shenanigans and decide to take matters into their own hands. Kyle Garrick x OFC Anna Gibson; John MacTavish, Simon Riley x OFC Anna Gibson

#Palace Hallways WIP - It's not awful being the newly crowned Queen's lady-in-waiting. What is awful is the attention you've unintentionally garnered from Sir Garrick. What's even worse, is the Royal Artificer and Royal Druid seem to be paying you the same kind of attention. You're a mess, and no one will do anything about it. Fantasy AU Kyle Garrick, Johnny MacTavish, Simon Riley x OFC 'Petal'

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

#Palace Hallways WIP - It's not awful being the newly crowned Queen's lady-in-waiting. What is awful is the attention you've unintentionally garnered from Sir Garrick. What's even worse, is the Royal Artificer and Royal Druid seem to be paying you the same kind of attention. You're a mess, and no one will do anything about it. Fantasy AU Kyle Garrick, Johnny MacTavish, Simon Riley x OFC 'Petal'

#Squeamish Stitches WIP - When Gaz is injuried on a recon mission, it's up to Jen 'Glitz' O'Dolan to get him patched up. One catch: her last visit to med bay resulted in her fainting at the sight of blood. Squeamish or not, his life rests in her hands while Ghost secures the safehouse. Aka: the Triple G Crew Kyle Garrick x OFC Jen 'Glitz' O'Dolan; Simon Riley & OFC 'Glitz'

#Corporal Distraction WIP - Sgt. Kyle Garrick has been seeing Corporal Anna Gibson in secret. His teammates have had enough of their late night shenanigans and decide to take matters into their own hands. Kyle Garrick x OFC Anna Gibson; John MacTavish, Simon Riley x OFC Anna Gibson

Kate Laswell

#Edge Dressing WIP - Kate is roped into a bootblacking demonstration by her wife Letty. A curious voyeur learns more about the art than they expected. Kate Laswell x OFC Letty Laswell x OC (TBD)

Task Force 141 - Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap (May Include other MW characters)

#Feylands WIP - The Court of Maevonia have been in search of a human for their court plaything for a while. Josephine Kaplan fits the description of what they want. But when she accidentally shows up unannounced just as a war with a neighboring kingdom is kicking off, it seems like things might work out differently. Can Josie work with the Court to save not only Maevonia, but also Earth from the Penumbra and it’s Shadow Bringers? Fey AU OFC Josephine ‘Josie’ Kaplan x Gary 'Roach’ Sanderson; + Task Force 141, Kate Laswell, Wife Laswell, Alex Keller, Farah Karim

#141 Studio WIP - Samantha West, stage name Poppy, interviews for a position with Studio 141 - one of the most elite, ethical and diverse porn studios. With her hiring comes a whirlwind of changes - mostly for the better. But when trouble comes knocking, will Poppy have the answer on the 'Tip Of The Tongue'? Porn Studio AU. AKA: Kinky Bullshit. Gemma needed a sandbox for gratuitous porn, pro sex-worker. Task Force 141 + Friends x OFC Samantha 'Poppy' West

#7 Sins Bookstore WIP - Seven Sins Bookstore and Cafe is warm and cozy inside - a maze of bookshelves filled with tomes and little reading nooks tucked throughout on one side, and on the other, a bustling cafe with delicious food, hot beverages, wine tastings and room for groups to congregate. But in the basement, beyond an unassuming office door, lies the real purpose of the institution. That’s where the real deals are made, where blood is ordered to be spilled, and pacts signed in indelible hemoglobin ink. Vampire Mobster AU Task Force 141 x OC's - Journalist, Researcher, Barista Manager, Author, Regular Customer

#Horizon Mirages WIP - With an increase in bandit activity in the area around the small town of Whisperdale, recently elected Sheriff John Price and his deputies - Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish, and Kyle Garrick - are pressured to ease tensions between cattlemen, homesteaders and townsfolk alike. Western AU Task Force 141 x OCs - Seamstress, Shepherdess, Saloon Co-Owner, General Store Manager

#Blow A Man Down WIP - The clipper 141 sails upon the seas, exploring and trading at ports across the globe. Returning to home port is always an adventure. Historical Sailor AU Task Force 141 x OCs - Captain of the Sally Lou, Barkeep, Merchant, Dockmaster + Friends

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