Edit: if you see this post up, I’m still looking!

Scene 1: Miami. Night. It’s hot.

Snap zoom: Gun metal stripped from leather holsters.

“Die, limp-dick, fuckers!” Wings arched backward, the valkyrie screamed, and a hail of glorious violence followed, ripping down through the summer sinew of the Miami night. Three of the ten men on the rooftop below her died before they could even look up.

She easily barrel-rolled between the remaining seven’s suppression fire, killing four more. “Too fuckin’ easy, boys!”

Wings whipping open. Cross cut to stilettoed boots cracking on concrete.

The hawkwoman was up quickly and continued to unload her clips at the remaining trio, hips swaying and mouth laughing as she advanced over the bodies and blood. Two more went down before she rushed the third, who received a bicycle kick to the chin with an onomatopoeiac thwack! and her slow-mo silhouette danced exotic against the full supermoon behind her, a fevered Spielbergian backdrop to the night’s final blow. She stood over this last man and he threw down his assault rifle, his leather vest and red bandana soaked with the fear he felt.

Muzzle close-up: Hammer click. Round chambered.

“Don’t kill me, I-I’ll do anything you want!” He shrieked.

“Tell me where Gideon Grey is…” Her tone was an oily honey.

The goon enthusiastically spilled his proverbial guts as Kara nodded and committed each detail to memory. A smile made its way across her lips when he was done and swore to her that was all he knew. “Good boy,” she said and sighed with satisfaction.

Low angle: Pistol lowering. Eyebrow quirked. Leather boostier creaking against a full bust.

“Now, show me your dick.”

Title Card

L A D Y T H U N D E R H A W K

Scene 31: Tokyo. Twilight. Secret Weapons Facility.

“... and his blood-caked armour will be the last thing that surrounds him before the cold dirt of his grave.” She cooed and arched her back in her seat at the thought.

Extreme close-up: Another inhale on a dangling cigarette.

“Aar-geww-oinggg-llo-wann-morr-han-his?” The young quartermaster’s words were a muffled mess with his face between her thighs as he lapped at her labia and licked her perfect clit.

Medium close-up: wings stretched out, primaries spread.

“Of course I’m going to want more than this, Kyle, he’s driving a goddamn two-story high mechsuit!” She gestured at the mountain of weaponry across from them and her cigarette bobbed in her mouth as she spoke. Kyle was a rookie but he was one of her favourites. It irritated her when he asked the same fucking question twice. “You’re lucky you can eat peach like a champion, baby-ooh, fuck!” Her eyes went wide behind her black eye-mask for a second as she felt him trip the start of her next orgasm. “ShiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIT!” Both her hands grabbed the back of his head and she felt his lips press hard against her pelvic bone.

Slow pull away: Slender arms pressing breasts together in a black bikini top.

Scene 89: Geneva. Ballroom. Exterior night.

“Excuse me, Madmoiselle? May I see your invitation please?” The guard’s accent was thick but it was clear what he wanted. His partner tensed but stayed back by the door to the massive ballroom beyond.

She rolled her eyes at the nuisance. “Sure…”

Close-up: metal tangs unzipping, exposing 34DDDs. Soft *fwap of a white dress falling to her waist.*

“... here’s my invitation.”

10 minutes later

“Guck, guck, guck-aaagh… yeeea boys…” She gasped and jerked the wet dong as it exited from between her ox-blood red lips. The guttural moan of the other guard fucking her from behind signalled his climax. “Already?” she quipped, letting him withdraw and kneeling to invite him to cum on her tongue.

Medium close-up: her tongue out, dick in each hand. Super-slo mo synced with sub bass *boom as semen spurts from each glistening member.*

Her voice is low and slow as the jizzum slaps her cheeks.

“Mmmmm-thaaaaaaaaatssssss-iiiiiiit-guyyyyyyyysssss…”

Scene 109: External: Malibu Beachhouse. Red Trans Am in driveway. Internal: White satin sheets surrounded by floor to ceiling windows and candles.

“How did you know the ship’s engines would fail before it could crash into that oil tanker?” Kaine’s expression was honestly curious as he lay back on the bed.

Close-up: pink thong panties hitting Kaine in the face.

“I learned everything about hydrofoils by getting the crew drunk and letting them gangbang me the night before…” She slipped a long leg over his thigh, angling over his throbbing prick.

“You’re such a dirty girl, Thunderhawk.”

“You’re half right,” she said as she sat back and let his cock slip into her sopping quim. “I am dirty…” She began to bounce on him slowly, feeling the ridges of his hips on her thighs as she straddled him.

High angle: Mouth open, tits out, eyes at half-mast, bed softly creaking“.

“... I’m a dirty Lady Thunderhawk.”

Cut to black. Roll credits.

🎶ANY WAY YOU WANT IT, THAT’S THE WAY YOU NEED, ANY WAY YOU WANT IT🎶

Hello!

I've written the above prompt where I will be the GM. Essentially, you are Kara, Lady Thunderhawk, a covert agent of C.L.I.T. (Central Law and Investigative Team), an elite intelligence and counter-terrorism unit with agents active across the globe. You are one of the most feared and most desired women on seven continents.

I will be playing your fellow agents, quartermasters, supervisors, your enemies and nemeses.

What sort of fun would you like to have? Are you saving the world as much as fucking your way across it? How will you use your considerable intellect and physical prowess?

Message me!

mid credits scene

“You know - unnn…fuck, right there - I have a couple of friends that would love to join us sometime…” Her ass cheeks began to slap against his quads as she sat up and began to bounce on his dick.

“Yea?” Kaine’s face was a mask of lusts as he squeezed and kneaded her tits. “As long as their like you… sure.”

Close-up: black earbud hisses.

“Did you get that, girls?”

”Copy, Thunderhawk. We are inbound.”

The door to the bedroom opens, one blonde in pink micro-bikini and purple head band and one brunette in a yellow micro-bikini and an eye-patch enter.

“W-what the-?” Kaine seems confused.

“Rachel? Sit on his face and make out with me a bit, would ya? And Bonnie? Lube up his asshole...”

Credits

🎶YOU’VE BEEN... THUNDERSTRUCK🎶