the epilogue boyfriend shit is so funny to me because mike is literally insane about will, he won't even let their own FRIENDS touch him.
random epilogue boyfriend more like here's a brief detour to the slasher genre 😭😭😭😭
pfffttt “here’s a brief detour to the slasher genre” is SO FUNNY 💀
POV you’re random epilogue boyfriend and Mike is telling you how many seconds you have left to start running.
Mike doesn’t need a supporting act in his ‘I’m Will Byers’ Biggest Fan’ show and he would make that painfully clear to imaginary random epilogue boyfriend.
the funniest thing is if quinn really is a spy from govt agency theres probably a normal way to get married lol. not that i would know
Technically, the Agency does allows its employees to get married and start families, but their families stay under constant surveillance and are seen as "liabilities"
Also, the problem isn't that Holland got married, but that they got married to MC hehehehe
Your art style is lowkey so adorable and wholesome to me
Thank you so much!! You are too sweet 😭 I’m always so grateful when people compliment my work, this means so much to me 🤧 Take this silly doodle as thanks for your appreciation 💕
I have stalkled your blog to find that one post where you talked about Aslam fucking Rehman in the jeep in that one arrest scene and Omar getting traumatised after realising that the sounds were something sinister than the normal beating ones.
So, Yeah I was thinking of Rehman looking like this after being overused by aslam :
Oh sister, the way this could go in three completely different directions— like it has the potential of a slapstick comedy, a porn film and psychological horror (not btw Rehman and Aslam coz I kinda sorta like them)
So let's break it up three ways, cause why not—
1. Crack on steroids.
Rehman is staring at Aslam like he wants to hypnotize him. Aslam feels the last of his patience snap as he drops Jamali's call and then just pulls Rehman up by his collar and literally hauls him like a bag of rice over one shoulder and starts moving towards the van. The LTF officers look on befuddled.
"Uhh sir— what is happening? Should we follow them?"
Omar Haider squints.
"I think Aslam sir wants to pummel the fucker into the ground himself."
"In the van?"
"Do you want to question him? Be my guest."
The officers get mum and shift on their feet cause no one actually wants to be the one to tie the bell around the proverbial cat's neck. This cat is pretty big and pretty feral and will probably give you rabies.
The van's door shuts with a mighty thawck.
The LTF guys are now standing like 🧍♂️🧍🧍 and Omar thinks he hears a lot of curses and sounds of scruffing and hitting. He feels proud of Aslam sir. He has caught the slippery gangster finally and is so unafraid to beat the shit out of him because Omar is pretty unnerved by Rehman Dakait, the man is terrifying and—
Wait...? That doesn't sound like...
He comes a little closer to the van and there is suddenly a very loud, very clear, very distinctively familiar noise.
A moan.
A very filthy moan.
Not one borne out of pain or breaking bones. It's like hearing repressed ecstasy right out of a blue disc film. Omar stumbles and almost falls into the bush at the side, his face catching fire.
"Sir!? Are you okay? Is Aslam sir okay? Should we check—"
"DO NOT CHECK. DO NOT EVEN COME CLOSE TO THE VEHICLE OH MY GOD THAT DEMON HAS BEWITCHED POOR ASLAM SIR CALL THE AMBULANCE AND THE ARMY AND THE HAZMAT GUYS—"
A guttural groaning interrupts Omar and the man makes a sound like a dying animal and runs away on the opposite direction leaving the rest of the LTF officers still confused and still standing like 🧍🧍♂️🧍
Rehman has a very distinctive limp when he comes back but he was thrashed to shit so no one quite comments on it.
2. Porn Film Extraordinaire (warning : smut alert)
Rehman scrabbles at the metal bar his handcuffs had been fixed to and scrambles to keep himself from falling. Those broad white clad shoulders are covering him from view completely.
Aslam is pounding into him like a merciless battering ram and his legs are shaking with the effort of holding onto those powerful hips. Rehman pants and whines as the cock driving into him nearly splits him in two and it is just on the right side of painful. The pleasure has blanketed his vision into white.
Aslam grunts and then picks up one of his legs by his elbow and pins him to the cold wall of the van, spreading him wider for his use and Rehman can't help the overwhelmed cry that bursts out of his chest as his insides are hammered relentlessly.
His moans are so loud and filthy now that the entire van is reverberating with them. He is so full he can barely breathe. He was sure he could feel that monster sized cock rearrange his insides to brand itself into his body.
"Motherfucker you are so goddamned tight", Aslam grits into his neck and bites at it pretty meanly. Rehman whimpers and throws his head back to the side as he comes violently. Aslam smirks against his cheek and keeps fucking him like a rutting bull relentlessly through the climax.
Rehman starting sobbing in overstimulation, warm tears spilling down his blood streaked cheek which are licked off suspiciously gently. Aslam growls gutturally as he comes inside, filling him up to the brim. It's hot and filthy and makes him mewl like a whore.
"I'll break you in two if you mouth off to me one more time", Aslam warns darkly into his sweaty hair and then drops an almost teasing kiss to his forehead.
3. Psychological Horror (warning: SA mentions, not between Rehman and Aslam, again coz I like them)
Rehman remembers the first time Aslam had arrested him. One of the officers had groped him like a lecherous sod. Aslam had almost bashed the asshole's head in. "Aww so you do care, SP Sahab", he had drawled. "Shut the fuck up", Aslam had snarled.
So Rehman had an inkling maybe Aslam would not be as inclined to indulge in the humiliation most of the other policemen had always tried with him. The same could not be said for the rest of the LTF guys though. So he really wished Aslam would finish whatever yelling he was doing on the phone, so far away that he couldn't even hear him screaming.
The moment the LTF chief had stepped away, quite far enough that he wasn't visible, most probably fighting with Jamali, few of the men who had been a little too handsy with him while beating the shit out of him in that van, pounced on him. Omar Haider didn't seem to be bothered much, only turned around as if dismissing all of them.
Rehman had tried fighting. But he was already wounded from the beatings and his hands were bound and he couldn't stop thinking about Faizal and Naieem and Faizal turning into Naieem and his baby's burning forehead and Ulfat's tear filled eyes. They had held his legs apart, forced on the ground, handcuffed hands being forced down over his head.
"Motherfuckers!"
Rehman had screamed in fury at first and then growled and thrashed as much as he could. He had almost kneed one of them in the balls and took one's nose out with an elbow before being punched in the face, that had disoriented him momentarily. Then there had been pain. Blinding pain and humiliation and he didn't know what he was screaming.
"Aslam!!!"
Apparently he was screaming the good SP's name. Maybe it was his subconsciousness calling out to a previous instinctual response for defense. A last attempt at saving himself.
He hadn't truly believed it would work.
But then—
There was a yell suddenly and he was freed. The officers were almost thrown off him and his jeans were being pulled up again and someone was swearing up a storm over him. He only realised what was happening when he was being bodily pulled up.
"Shit. Rehman... Rehman look at me. Hey! Laale—?"
Aslam looked strangely worried. Rehman found his wrists were free. He wanted to make a run for it but he was too smart. He wouldn't make it before being gunned down. And then his legs were shaking too much to walk let alone run. The pain was too extreme. He could feel the blood sliding down his thighs.
"Motherfucking dogfucking dickwads!", quite the colorful vocabulary the SP had. He was suddenly wrapped in a shawl of all things. Rehman looked at himself a little confused and tugged at the edges of the shawl tighter across himself almost instinctively.
Aslam looked pinched, almost constipated.
"Your kid managed to find a loophole. You must pay him well. Looks like you've slipped past death once more, congratulations."
He was being led towards the van again but strangely enough there were no handcuffs this time and none of the LTF officers followed them into the back. He sat down absent minded, gingerly yet couldn't stop a wince.
"Rehman..."
"Don't", he spat and Aslam shut up mercifully.
The van reached the bridge just as he saw the headlights on the other side.
His boys were here and he had to pull himself together. He flung open the shawl through Aslam's protests. He couldn't look dazed, shielded like a broken doll. Not in front of his men. He was Sher-e-Baloch and today he had cheated death again.
He staggered off the van, spat at Omar fucking Haider's boots and stepped around. Aslam was sitting on the bonnet of the jeep looking strangely inanimate. He was smoking. For one moment Rehman wanted to snatch the cig away and press his mouth to that fume flavoured one. And the next moment he wanted to put the same cig out into the fucker's eyeball.
He did neither.
He laughed.
Knowing fully well how unhinged he might be looking.
Uzair's arms around him made him want to hurl. The blood sliding down his thighs was hidden in the dark and Hamza was walking towards the SP. Uzair made an aborted motion towards the kid. Aslam said something completely theatrical and utterly nonsensical. But his voice sounded oddly muted. Like it was an after thought and not a threat that he was making.
Rehman was tired.
He wanted to scrub a layer off himself and fall asleep.
