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Athena

Part 3 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNING: Gun violence, sexual harassment (nothing too extreme)

Time ceased to exist to you after the fifteenth repeat of your routine. Or was it twenty? You had stopped counting, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered was your routine becoming perfect. Flawless. Not a single mistake. You took a sip of water, stretched your sore feet, and started again.

1, 2, 3, 4, balancé, 5, 6, 7, 8. Assemblé, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Penché hold, 2, 3, 4 CRASH.

Your over worked ankles had given up, sending you to the ground. You let out an yelp and frustrated scream before slamming your hands over your face as tears fell from your eyes.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called from the left wing.

You turned to face him for a second, only to burts out into another sob at his soft expression.

“Baby,” He gasped, running over and falling to his knees in front of you. He clasped your hands and gently pried them away from your face, gripping them securely in his larger palms.

“You gotta rest now. You’ve worked hard today.” He whispered.

“I..I can’t.” You whimpered. “It’s not there yet. I need to get that lead, Jardani, I really do. The director sai-“

“Fuck the director.”

You stared up at him in utter shock, teary eyes wider than saucers.

“Jardani! Someone will hear you-“

“I don’t care.” He spoke firmly. “You’re the best one out of all of those girls. None of them work even a quarter of the amount that you do. If she doesn’t give you the lead, then fuck her. She’s insane and she must want to put on the shittiest show ever. Because guess what? Even if she puts you in the very back, not a damn soul will be looking at the lead. You know who they’ll be looking at?”

“Who?” You asked timidly.

“You.” He whispered, wiping your tears away with the bottom of his shirt. He pulled you into his warm embrace, placing his hand on the back of your head and bringing it to his chest. He began to slowly rock you back and forth, massaging your scalp soothingly as your tears stopped.

“You’re a star, sweetheart. Remember that. You’re a goddess.”

“You’re Athena?” John asked in disbelief.

Athena was a ghost. No one knew what she looked like or even what her name was. Those who she worked with vowed to the discretion of her identity. If you followed her rules, you would be safe for the rest of your life. Be good to her, and Athena will grant you protection. Betray her, and you’ll die quicker than you could whisper her true name to anyone else. Those say that Athena’s trust is the best currency, and boy were they right. Not a single soul has ever seen her enter, kill, or leave. She never even left a mess behind, the only evidence of her presence being a dead body neatly propped up on a chair. Not even a speckle of blood. Everything she did was executed with the upmost deliberation and strategy. That’s how she earned the nickname Athena. The goddess of strategic warfare, strength, and skill. You would never know if she was coming for you until she was pointing a gun in your face or slicing your throat. If you were scared of the Boogeyman, you better run like hell before Athena finds you.

John couldn’t say he was surprised if he really thought about it. Of course you were Athena. Everything you did, you did with finesse. You were the best in the Ruska Roma. Maybe even better than him. He had heard of you for all these years and hadn’t even realized it was you. You did it. You became the best. It madr him swell with pride.

“I guess I’ve made quite the name out of myself.” You said smugly, a small devious smile on your face.

“You were the one that wiped out the base in Siberia?” John asked.

“Yup.” You nonchalantly replied, inspecting your nails.

Hmm. I need a new manicure. Good thing I just got paid.

“And the raid in Bucharest?”

“Yup.”

“What about that group in Berlin-“

“Everything you have heard about me, I did. I don’t lie to people and I don’t let my people lie on me.” You entrenched.

“So trust me when I say I’m going to get your dog out of there, John.” You swore sincerely.

John stared at you intently before cupping your face.

“Be careful.” He said sternly. “I don’t care if you’re Athena, you be careful, Y/N.”

“I promise.” You pledged.

You stretched and resumed your previous position on your side of the bed.

“Now sleep, baba yaga. I have shit to do tomorrow.” You mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.

John stilled for a moment before slowly laying down beside you, your back to his chest, and hesitantly placed a large hand on you hip.

“Can I?” He whispered softly.

You immediately softened at the tone of his voice. God, this was all you wanted. You looked back at him and into his puppy like eyes before turning your body around to face him. Scooting closer until your head rested on his chest. Without a second thought, John wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

“Good night, John.”

“Good night, sweetheart.”

You checked the contents of your purse before slipping out of your car. The parking garage was practically empty, only a couple cars spread a few rows apart were here. Perfect.

A low whistle came from behind you.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. God, it’s always so good seeing you.” A smug voice groaned predaciously.

You recognized the voice right away. Viktor Ivar. His father had hired you to wipe out a couple men that were after him. You did your job, and only your job much to the man child’s dismay. He had been relentlessly pursuing you the entire time, even if you paid him no mind. As much as you wanted to harm him, you couldn’t. He was your mission. But now, you had no loyalty to him or his father and his men. They could try you, but they wouldn’t succeed.

“Can’t say the same.” You muttered, pretending to put your keys away in your purse only to reach for your glock.

“Let me buy you a drink.” He purred, stepping closer to you to grab your arm and turn you towards him.

“No.” You deadpanned.

He laughed loudly.

“Darling, play with me.” He woed condescendingly, a menacing threat underlying his tone.

“You were a job, Viktor.” You spat. “I know you’re not exactly the brightest, but it’s quite obvious you don’t know how to differentiate business fro-“

Before you knew it, Viktor had violently ripped open your black silk blouse, exposing your black lace clad breasts. Buttons flew everywhere across the cement floors. He licked his lips at the sight, his mouth salivating perversely.

“Oh honey.” Viktor moaned. “You should just stop talking, you’re so much prettier like this.”

Without wasting another second, you pulled out your glock and fired three rounds right at his genitals. He fell to the ground with a violent roar, clutching his crotch. You took this opportunity to wrap both sides of your torn blouse around you.

“Fuck! What the fuck! I’m going to fucking end you, you fucking whor-“

You fired another round at the hand guarding his crotch.

“SHIT! FUCK! ALRIGHT!” Viktor screamed.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You cooed evilly. “Can’t get it up?”

You walked towards him and leaned down so your face was right in front of his.

“Touch me again or touch anyone like that, the next round is going up your ass.” You snarled.

The elevator doors of the garage opened behind you. Out came Viktor’s father, Eleazer Ivar, and his men.

“What’s going on!” He bellowed. The clicking of guns could be heard behind you.

You slowly turned around, a menacing expression on your face. Eleazer’s men immediately put their guns down quicker than his face fell and turned whiter than a ghost.

“Athena.” He gulped. “Nice to see you.”

“You too, Mr.Ivar, but I’m not a fan of these circumstances.” You said lowly.

“Teach your son some manners or he’s gone.” You growled.

The man studied your ripped blouse, the black buttons on the floor, and his son writhing in pain. He automatically put two and two together.

“Y-yes, ma’am. You have my word.” He stuttered.

You nodded respectfully, turning to the head guard in charge.

“Handle it.” You demanded.

“Right away, ma’am.” He agreed compliantly before gesturing to his one half of his men to call the cleaning crew and the other to get Viktor out of there.

“Bye, sweetheart.” You tauntingly teased, a grin on your face as they dragged him away.

“I apologize, Miss Y/N/L. It will never happen again.” Eleazer begged.

“I know it won’t.” You said darkly, your heels clicking as you strutted away to the elevator. Your intense gaze never left Eleazer until the doors closed. You fetched the spare shirt out of you bag and slipped it on quickly and stored away your gun before the doors opened and you began your block long walk to the Continental.

Charon was there to greet you at the front steps.

“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome back, the manager will be delighted to see you.” He formally announced.

“I’d be delighted to join him.” You agreed.

Charon escorted you to Winston’s office. The Continental was blooming with business as per usual. Not a single person took a second glance at you. The only looks you received were ones of envy fron women and lust from men, but that’s all you were to them. Another pretty face. The thought made you want to bask in your own success. No one knew who you were. That it was you who carried out some of the best assassinations in high table history. You had the power of anonymity. Charon opened the office doors for yoy, politely nodding for you to enter. You thanked him and stepped in. Winston stood up from his desk, his welcoming arms were open, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

“It’s always nice to see your face around here, dear.” He lauded.

You smiled and sat down in front of him.

“It’s always nice being here, Winston. Especially after all of the chaos that has happened in the last week,” You sighed falsely in despair. “I heard you almost lost this place. That would have been horrible, things wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Winston leaned back in his seat, releasing an exhale. His eyes met yours as he locked you into a contemplative gaze.

“My loyalty runs deeper than these walls, Miss Athena.” He spoke slowly. “Actually, I have something for you, darling.”

He nodded to Charon who walked over to a side door, swinging it open to reveal the most adorable pittbull you have ever seen. He sat obediently, his tail wagging with exuberance behind him as he panted happily. It almost looked like he was smiling.

This was John’s dog.

You hid your shock like the master manipulator you were trained to be. No one knew that you and John knew each other besides the director and those who were in the Ruska Roma with you. Did someone tell Winston? The stakes were high, however, you remained passive.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Y/N. I mean no harm.” Winston spoke sincerely. “If there’s anyone that can find him, it’s you. Tell him this was all a part of the bigger picture.”

You studied him before doing the same to Charon. The two were never ones to deceive unless completely necessary, like how Winston shot John in front of the adjudicator. You were long time partners, friends even. They wouldn’t lie to you. They knew better.

“Thank you,” You said. “I’m sure he misses his owner.”

Winston nodded in acknowledgment.

Without another word, you stood up.

“C’mere, boy!” You gently cooed.

The pitty ran to you immediately. You offered him your hand to sniff. The dog then scooted closer, further inspecting you. When his snout reached your hair, he wagged his tail so hard you were almost afraid it would fall off. He had caught the scent of John on you.

“Come on, honey. Lets get you out of here.”

Charon had called the vallet and had your car brought to a hidden tunnel. As far as anyone knew, John Wick was either gone or dead, so not a single soul could see you taking his dog or it would raise suspicion. The ride home wasn’t a problem, your windows were tinted very darkly. The dog had laid his head on your lap as you drove the whole time. You wanting nothing more than to snuggle the pup more than anything. You were filled with excitement when you arrived back home, and so was the dog. He probably knew that John was in there. You and the bouncing pup exited your car and zoomed into your home.

John jerked up from the couch at the sound of clicking heels against the wood floors accompanied by the familiar pitter patter of paws. He abandoned his book and cup of coffee and got up, following the sound. The dog barked happily before tackling John to the ground. John wrapped his arms around him and began laughing as the dog hopped all over him and kissed every bit of his face.

“Hi, boy. I know, I know. I missed you too. I’m okay. Good dog, good boy.” He whispered.

You stared at the sweet reunion in front of you. You have never seen John this happy before. Tears almost rose up in your eyes. The whole ordeal made you emotional. Finally, for once in your line of work, your intimidating, infamous Athena persona result in something good. John had his best friend back, and that’s all that mattered. He and the dog were safe.

When the pup had calmed down and sat still, John stood up abruptly and pulled you into his arms.

“Thank you so much.” He murmured, his lips against your forehead.

You looked up at him and smiled.

“Now we kick some ass.”

PART 3

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Journey Back to the South~ *COMPLETE MASTERLIST!!!!!!

Muriel x MC (my female OC named Rhemi) fanfic— YES there is SMUT in here.... a lot...

Warning: some topics may be triggering to some viewers: mentions of animal cruelty/death, violence, sexual abuse, rape, blood, emotional/physical/metal abuse, PTSD, survivors guilt, etc. 18+, NSFW.

Part 1-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/616503753624977408/journey-back-to-the-south-muriel-x-mc-female-oc

Part 2-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/616784075570724864/journey-back-to-the-south-part-2-no-smut-but

Part 3-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/617059513979256832/journey-back-to-the-south-part-3-swf-fluff-and

Part 4-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/617598656814727168/journey-back-to-the-south-part-4-muriel-x-mc

Part 5-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/618495011181527041/journey-back-to-the-south-part-5-muriel-x-mc

Part 6-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/619934397542678528/journey-back-to-the-south-part-6

Part 7-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/621137798532087808/journey-back-to-the-south-part7

Part 8-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/622136404709867520/journey-back-to-the-south-part-8-the

Part 9-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/624478260174241792/journey-back-to-the-south-part-9

Part 10-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/626751186563940352/journey-back-to-the-south-part-10

Part 11-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/629650240227704832/journey-back-to-the-south-part-11-smut-time

Part 12-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/630471173548998656/journey-back-to-the-south-part-12-smut

Part 13-> https://madllamamomma.tumblr.com/post/632551932966354944/journey-back-to-the-south-part-13-final-chapter

You can also find this in AO3 (archive of our own) under the same username and title. 😋

Teacher’s Pet (Reid Request)

Request:

So ik you probably gets lots of Dom Spencer requests, but I wanted to do a Professor Reid x reader smut request? Where she either teases him a bunch or he just really wants go fuck her so one day he gets fed up and smut happens? (he fucks her in his office etc) and maybe add some punishment into the mix? Like he has her call him doctor/Professor and he’s super dom and rough? I’ve never really seen anything with this prompt so I’d love to see you do it! Thanks and I love your writing so much btw - @capsarcasticplier​

A/N: 
Thank you so much for a wonderful request! Prof Reid owns my entire soul. I hope that you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please don’t ask me for a Part 2, y’all - I have a whole series with Prof Reid coming up, lol! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut! Content Warning: Spanking, Adults w/ Age Gap (14yrs), oral sex (male receiving), Teacher/Student, fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, cursing, roughhousing, gagging Word Count: 9.2K

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There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us.

That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.

Spencer Reid didn’t even try to hide his past; he had practically shared his whole life story within the first few weeks of classes. Then again, I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing.

That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition. In fact, I had prepared to use that information today. Because unlike the rest of the thirsty bitches in the class, I wasn’t auditing. I was in this shit.

And today was the class I’d been waiting for for over a month.

“Criminal partnerships aren’t actually as rare as people might believe, with more than one fifth of all serial killers operating in teams, usually composed of two individuals.”

His voice had already sent half the girls in the class into a trance, but I was trying to focus on the content. After all, I didn’t want to miss my chance. I could feel it coming in my bones.

“In a typical partnership, there are two roles. I’m sure you’re all familiar with them already. If you’ve done the reading you should be more than a little familiar. Anyone want to—”

He cut himself off when he noticed the speed with which I raised my hand, a saccharine smile on my face. The expression he returned told me he knew he was in dangerous territory. Nonetheless, he called on me.

“Yes, (Y/n)?”

“Dominant and submissive.” I said matter-of-factly, leaning forward in my seat as I lowered my hand.

“That’s right—“ He started, but I managed to stop him with my loud interruption from the back of the room.

“But there are tons of different types of dominant and submissive partnerships.” He seemed intrigued, and also very concerned about the fact that I was still talking. It wasn’t that unheard of for me to be mouthy in class. I think he knew where I was going with this.

I hoped so. I would have been disappointed if he didn’t. His silence gave me the implicit permission to continue. “It can be master and disciple, parental, siblings, or romantic.”

He smiled, the kind that dimpled his cheeks as it showed just how hard he was trying not to say something.

“So you did the reading,” was what came out instead of whatever had him biting his tongue.

“Of course,” I admitted with a shrug, “But I actually have a question, Professor.”

There was something about the way I felt when I talked to him. It was like the rest of the class disappeared, the tension between the two of us transporting us to another reality. Other times, it felt like the two of us were starring in a movie, and they were the audience watching our every move with rapt attention.

There was a reason everyone joked that I was Teacher’s Pet.

“What’s that?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pocket. My eyes immediately flittered down to his crotch with the movement, and when I returned my gaze to his eyes, I saw him smirking with raised eyebrows.

I didn’t mind that he noticed. Part of me wanted him to.

“Which one are you?”

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Melted Stars, Melted Sea

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author’s note: me, deep in chaos territory atm: hey remember that aquaman thing you wrote over two years ago when you watched the movie ten times in three days? yeah you should post that since you havent posted anything in a While + you watched the snyder cut two times in 24 hours

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He found you on the dock, eyes spellbound by the infinite celestial sky above you.

It was common, that he found you like this. Back pressed against sturdy wooden planks, hands tucked behind your head or mimicking the rise and fall of your abdomen. Air, cool from the ocean would caress your face, your hands, your skin - it kept you grounded just enough, so you wouldn’t forget you were still on planet Earth. Your eyes would remain glued to the deep lavender, cobalt blue, and midnight black. They would search the crystalline sprinkles above for familiar shapes, and then shapes you wished to know. You hunted for far off moons or tails of the galaxy and hidden planets you longed to see with your own bright eyes. You imagined what, or who, could be residing in the eerily empty spaces between the glitter in the sky.

Arthur Curry loved that about you.

It was ironic, he thought - his own head was usually down underwater, lost in the darkness below. Yours was tilted up and up and up to see where no human had gone before.

In the middle of your impromptu star-gazing session, soft footfalls on the dock began to bring your mind back down to your own rock in the cosmos. A nudge to your calf brought wandering eyes back down to land.

“Want to go for a drive, Stephen Hawking?”

You smiled at the sky; a grin that could put ethereal moonlight to shame.

“Always,” barely made it past your lips before you were hauled to your feet and into the arms of the Aquaman himself. He pulled you close for a moment, before he took your hand and guided you to the truck idling at the edge of the docks. You tilted your head back one last time; trusted Arthur to catch you if you were about to bite the dust.

You tripped over a rock.

He laughed. You shoved him.

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