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Act I: Sheppard doesn't listen to General O'Neill, doesn't listen to Dr. Beckett.
Rodney: "Major, think about where you are in the solar system."
Sheppard: "Yes, Sir."
Act II: Sheppard doesn't listen to Colonel Sumner, doesn't listen to Dr. Weir.
Rodney: "Come with me, Major."
Sheppard: "Yes, Sir."
And that's just in Rising. He knows who's in charge.
SGA Rising
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I really need someone to fuck little twink 70s John to put him back in his place smh, honestly idc who
«Angel» he began firmly, «do you know why you’re being punished?»
«Yes, Sir.» John’s breath was still shaky, excited, though he was ready for what Freddie had planned next.
«And why is that, my little doll?»
«Because I was bad today, Sir»
«And what did you do that was bad?»
«Because I disrespected you in front of your friends and I kept teasing you all day»
«That’s right, angel. And what happens to bad little sluts who tease their Sirs? What do they need?»
«The need to be punished. They need to spanked and paddled, Sir»
«Good boy.» Freddie praised. «Are you ready, angel?»
«Yes, Sir.»
John sucked in a breath, and stilled himself for several moments.
A sharp woosh of air sounded, followed a resounding slap, and John was crying out, his ass stinging, as Freddie administered the first blow.
John knew he could take it and after ten spanks with the paddle, Freddie began to lay into him mercilessly.
He put his full force into the next fifteen hits, in rapid succession, causing John to scream himself hoarse and thrash against his restraints, before coming to a halt and laying the paddle on the bed beside his sub.
«Doing so good.» Freddie murmured, petting his hands over John’s reddened cheeks. «You took that so well.» He kissed the back of each of thighs.
Freddie rubbed around John’s hole gently, watching his skin flushed with blush and sweat, precome and lube.
«You took your punishment so well, my little angel. I think you’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?»
«Yes, Sir.» John said, voice rough from all his loud moaning and screaming. «I’ve learned my lesson. I’m going to be a good boy now.»
«Good.» Freddie responded. He walked next to John, plucking the bottle of lube off the nightstand. «Good little angel sluts who take their punishments so well and know their place get rewarded. They get to be fucked by their Sirs.»
John’s ears were met with the slick sounds of Freddie lubing up his cock, and he whimpered. «Thank you, Sir.»
Freddie was back at the foot of the bed, lining himself up with John’s entrance. He’d been a bit overzealous with the lube, but he hadn’t exactly been bothering to measure it out, and he didn’t mind seeing John get messier.
He sunk in slowly, then leaned over John’s hole and wedged two fingers underneath the snug collar, pulling John towards him, making him short of breath.
«Look at me.» He commanded when John tried to close his eyes.
John obeyed, his eyes leaking with tears of bliss. Freddie smiled in appreciation. He knew how far gone John must be by now and it was a great feat that he could keep his eyes open and look at him.
Freddie began to pound into him without finesse. John had endured enough teasing, between all the biting and pinching Freddie had given his nipples at first, then the rough, four-finger fucking, paddling, all while being unable to touch himself or his Dom, even his cock being prevented from reaching any sort of relief.
Now, Freddie wanted John to experience the primal joy of a fast, hard, deep fuck. The filthy, slick sounds of skin on skin filled the room, Freddie’s balls slapping against John’s sensitive cheeks.
While he didn’t keep up a rhythm, he made sure to continuously nail John’s prostate, making him bow his back almost impossibly far, and thrash against the mattress.
He screamed himself hoarse and managed to keep his eyes on Freddie, still dragging up the capacity to obey his Dom’s last command of the night.
With how roughed he was fucking into him, Freddie knew his sub would be gaping after, leaking his come, and probably sore for days.
Between that thought, and the very present sight of John undulating against the bed, moaning carnally and leaking all over himself, Freddie was close.
Then he was coming even harder, shooting his release inside him.
Freddie stilled, his sub still needing to come and wanting to get everything out of Freddie could while he was still unable to, let himself be filled with as much of him as possible.
Freddie pulled out slowly, and watched as his thick come began to spill out of John’s entrance. He whined, and Freddie shushed him with a kiss
«Still with me, doll?» He asked.
«Yes, Sir.» John managed to whisper.
«Good.» Freddie smiled softly down at him. «So good. You’ve done so well for me tonight. You took everything so beautifully, and I’m very proud of you.»
«Thank you.» John bit his lower lip sheepishly.
Freddie bent down to give the plump, reddened flesh a quick kiss before responding.
«Now, as soon as I remove this cock ring, you’re allowed to come whenever you want, okay, angel?»
«Okay.» He breathed.
Freddie used his hand to remove the ring, and with barely any pressure of his fingers against his sub’s cock, John’s mouth was dropping open, a high-pitched cry from his throat as he came hard, come striping his belly, his chest, a few drops landing on his collar bones and neck.
His hips thrust up against nothing, his back arched sharply, toes curling tight as his orgasm continued.
He came down slowly, his breathing labored, and he was absently aware of Freddie letting him rest on their bed, rubbing into his wrists and ankles, slowly stretching the joints of his knees back out, then massaging his neck carefully after removing the collar.
Next, his head was being lifted as a cool glass of water was pressed to his lips, Freddie helping him sip.
«So proud of you, doll» Freddie said with a soft kiss on his forehead «I love you so much»
Hot or not?: A tearful and painful McLennon Spanking- John getting his chubby ass blistered nice and red as tears streak down his flushed face ;) then he gets mouthfucked and swallows his masters release as Paul grabs his hair and comes right down John's throat. John cries but he loves it.. he can't get enough of his master's intoxicating musk ❤
That’s pretty hot
Let Me Blow Your Mind
MASTERLIST
warnings: smut, bad language, mild bdsm that includes slapping/hitting, being tied up, blindfolded
a/n: A smutty one-shot where a fem reader takes control of John Wick, featuring sub!John--which I have never written before. It was hard to shift perspectives but so fun to write! In honor of @homeorbust and an ask she sent a while ago! Partially inspired by Ed Sheeran’s new song, Blow, which is such an insanely good rock song?? Hope you guys like it 😘
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John staggered through the door of your place, looking like hell.
“Long day, baby?” You appraise him for any serious wounds as you stride over to meet him. A few scratches and bruises were evident, but nothing too bad. Good. You pull him into a warm embrace, smoothing his bedraggled hair from his face. My big bad assassin.
He pulls you in tight, breathing in the smell of your shampoo. “Yes. Very long,” he grunts. Leading him by the hand, you bring him into the bathroom and help him clean up, fussing over a gash that had split open his eyebrow. Once John has bathed and changed, you direct him to the kitchen where you’ve kept dinner warm for him. He scarfs up the meal happily, sending you grateful glances as he stuff his mouth full of your cooking.
“You’re the best, y/n,” he practically moans, and in a flash you’ve leapt across to him.
“You keep making sounds like that—” you purr in his ear, a slender finger hooking under his chin, “—I’ll have to show you exactly why I’m the best.” You nip at his earlobe playfully, then sit back down at the table as though nothing happened.
John slowly sets down his fork, staring over at you with fire behind his dark eyes. “Oh, is that so?” He folds his hands in front of him on the table. “Do tell.”
KINKtober: Day Twelve
as per @wickedlangdon‘s request and with the help of @ladyreapermc we have today’s drabble with Mr. Wick 😈
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Got some screenshots of sub!John, hmmm to post or not to post lol...
I may have done something about a new obsession of mine ...sub!70sJohn...
I've read so many ideas about but im not good at writing so..(and guess what i'm back to do moodboards again...and that's good)
Not tagging anyone, i don't who could be interested in this so...enjoy
(Also this is actually inspired by @binkyisonline beautiful drawing ...this one right here...go and check her works, they are amazing)
Hello sweetie! love your works and your blog <3 i'm so much in love with poly!queen and some soft dom/sub with the boys, John and Rog subs of Fred and Bri. And i'm such a slut for the collar kink... John with a collar in black leather, very classic that Fred gave him the first time they had sex. Rog chose it with Brian, a shiny red and loves it when Bri touches it before kissing it hard. (bonus: but no one can touch their collars, apart from their masters)
So first of all, I gotta ask: are you familiar with the amazing concept created by I Belong To You Forever by @bohemian-rhapsody-slash? It’s an amazing little piece of universe-building, similar to how people write ABO dynamics but with dom/sub dynamics instead. I think that’ll be right up your alley. ;) Anyway, this answer will borrow heavily from that verse.
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“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?”
John froze. The record executive was only an inch taller than him, but he was significantly heavier, and he had John backed into a corner.
Still, John tilted his head a little, just enough to show the black leather of the collar about his neck. A little smile played over his lips as he remembered Freddie giving it to him, the first night they spent together…the way Freddie had looked so sweet and hopeful, as he asked John to wear his collar…
Then fat, stubby fingers were stroking the skin just above the collar, hooking under the edge, and John snarled, grabbing the man’s wrist with a grip almost strong enough to break.
“Get your hands off me.”
“Let go of me at once, you impudent little-”
“John!”
Roger’s voice was held artificially high as he bounced into the corner, pressing a delighted kiss to John’s cheek. His shirt was cut very low, showing off the bright red collar, shiny and studded with tiny golden stars. John remembered laughing when Roger and Brian brought it home, but he’d been so happy for his friend at the loving way Brian looked at him, long fingers closing the clasps and marking Roger as his.
“There you are. Bri and Freddie were looking for you,” Roger grinned, ignoring the record exec. John’s grip loosened as he turned to Roger, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see the marks of his grip, already purpling.
“We’d best go find our doms, then,” John smiled sweetly. “Come on, Rog.”
He grabbed Roger’s hand and took off, weaving through the crowd. When they were out of sight of the corner, John slowed, allowing Roger to walk by his side.
“You all right, John?”
“Fine,” John shrugged. “I just - I hate it when people try to touch my collar. No-one touches it but Freddie. Or you or Bri, but I’m not even that keen on that.”
“I get it,” Roger reassured him. “If anyone other than Bri touches it, I freak out. I don’t even really like Freddie touching it that much,” he admitted.
“There you two are,” came Brian’s warm voice, and the two subs turned, eyes brightening at the sight of Brian and Freddie leaning against the bar. “What have you been up to?”
Roger immediately plastered himself to Brian’s side, while John draped himself over Freddie, his chin hooked over his shoulder.
“Stopping John from breaking someone’s wrists.”
“Oh?” Freddie murmured. “What did the person do?”
“Some dom was trying to touch under my collar,” John huffed.
“And you nearly broke his wrist? Good, good boy, my clever little sub.” Freddie tilted John’s face up to kiss him. “I’m going to reward you so well when we get home.”
John’s face lit up with a pleased grin.
“Roger came in to protect me,” he added, looking across at Brian. “He stopped me from actually hurting the man, but he also got me out of there.”
“Is that so?” Brian let his proud tone show in his voice. “My little spitfire. There’ll be a reward for you this evening then too.” His hand slid down and grasped Roger’s ass firmly, and Roger felt himself grin back at John.
“Will you use the choke leash tonight, Master?” Roger asked, looking up at Brian from under his eyelashes.
Brian laughed. “Of course, if you wish it, little one.”
Freddie’s fingers slipped under the rim of John’s collar, tightening it against his throat, and John let out a purr of pleasure as his breath shortened.
“Thankyou, Master.”
