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Babymoon

Summary: You and your husband take a quick beach vacation before becoming a family of three.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female! Reader

Warnings: Illusions to smut, heavy making out, pregnancy, fluff, Jake being adorable. UNDER 18 DNI

Word Count: 2231 (look at me keeping it quick!)

A/N: Written for @thedroneranger 's Pick Your Poison writing challenge. Inspiration for the fic was Sex on the Beach As always, I do not own the Top Gun Maverick characters but all OCs and Reader insert concepts are my own and storylines are mine. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied, reposted to other sites, used in AI generators and sold on any platforms.

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“Angel, are you sure you’re not overdoing it?” Jake asked as the two of you made your way down to the beach from your hotel room. “We can relax in the room for a bit or sit by the pool if that’s better…”

At 7 months pregnant, you were getting close to the point of no travel and Jake had surprised you with a last minute “babymoon” down to Mexico. He wanted the two of you to have one last opportunity to be spontaneous and fly off for a romantic getaway before you become parents.

“Jake, I love you, Stud…” You said, looking up at your husband, a coy smile on your face, “I promise I’m not overdoing it. I just really want some time on the beach with my sexy husband and baby daddy…maybe some sexy time on the beach with my husband.”

“You’re a menace, Angel.” He chuckled, pausing your walk to the beach to steal a quick kiss. “But anything for my sexy pregnant wife” kissing you again, “Beautiful mother of our daughter.”

“Our daughter is going to have her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger.” You smirked, as you continued toward the beach.

“Just like her Momma.” He replied, chuckling. “Wouldn’t want it any other way, Angel.”

He led you to a cabana area he’d rented for you for the day. There were beach loungers set up in front, where you could lay in the sun and soak up the warm rays, but there were also loungers in the cabana to allow you to lay down out of the sun and rest without having to leave the beach. It came complete with full food and drink service from the resort. Your amazing and perfect husband had thought of everything.

“Before you get all comfortable out there, darlin’ you need sunscreen.” Jake reminded you.

“Are you worried about me burning…or do you just want a reason to rub your hands all over me in public without the threat of getting arrested?” You teased him.

“A little of both.” He admitted with a smirk, “I’ll always take any excuse to get my hands on my wife, Angel, you know that… it’s why you’re currently pregnant.”

“Does this mean I’ll be spending a lot of time pregnant over the next five to ten years of our marriage?” You laughed.

“I will happily give you as many babies as you want Angel.” He said, pulling you close, one hand naturally finding its home on your swollen belly, the other behind your head, tilting your head back before capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“Let’s see how things go with our daughter first.” You suggested, “So far, she’s a handful just like her daddy.”

“The morning sickness finally eased up.” He reasoned, “And after several talks recently, she’s no longer using your bladder as a punching bag.”

“True.” You acknowledged, “Now she’s using my kidneys and rib cage for soccer practice and I swear she takes joy in giving me major heartburn.”

“I’ll have another talk with her.” He smiled, “But you’re not fooling me. I see you when you don’t think anyone is watching… or listening. You’re loving every moment, kidney shots and all.”

“I really am.” You sighed happily, rubbing your hand over your belly where your daughter was safely growing and developing. “I can’t even describe the feeling… knowing a part of you and a part of me…growing inside me. Getting to feel her move and being this close to her… knowing that once she’s born, I’ll never be this close to her again… I’ll have to share her, I’ll no longer be able to protect her from the world… It’s an incredible thing.”

“It’s pretty damn amazing from this side of things too, Angel.” He said gently, his hand joining yours on top of your belly, “Watching our little girl grow inside of you, knowing I helped put her there… seeing you literally grow a human, OUR human… protecting her, nourishing her, loving her… it about brings me to my knees. You’re already the most amazing momma in the world, Angel. Our little princess is so lucky she gets to have you as her momma. As for protecting her once she’s on the outside… I have zero doubts you’ll be fierce and badass at that. I’ve seen you in action protecting those you love. She’ll have us, and a squad full of uncles and aunts to keep her safe. Our little girl will be just fine.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill over. “Not like it’s hard to do… it’s kinda low hanging fruit.”

“You said it, Angel.” He laughed, “But you’re adorable when you’re all emotional.”

“I love you, Stud.” You said, snuggling into your husband.

“I love you too, Angel.” He replied, holding you close.

After a moment, once the emotions had calmed down you pulled back a bit, “Can you put sunscreen on me now?”

“Absolutely,” He agreed, grinning, “Let me grab the bottle. Sit down on the lounger and I’ll get you all sorted.”

The two of you spent time laying in the sun, you reading a steamy romance novel, Jake reading an updated manual for new equipment to his jet.

“You know, My Love,” You teased him, “We’re on vacation, you shouldn’t be working.”

“I enjoy learning about my jet, Angel.” He defended himself, “Besides, wouldn’t you rather I know everything there is to know about it so I can be extra safe?”

“You already know that jet down to the last screw.” You laughed, “And I love that you’re thorough, Babe… it makes it a little easier to send you off on missions and deployments because you tackle those the same as your jet and you learn every detail given to you. I love that about you.”

“I will always do everything in my power and control to come home to you and our little girl.” He promised.

“I know.” You smiled, “And I know that you have amazing squadmates who have your back.”

“They’re alright.” He laughed playfully. Truth was, you knew he loved all of the Daggers and would do anything for them. He’d already been best friends with Javy coming into the Uranium mission that had formed the Daggers, but afterwards he and Bradley had formed an unbreakable bond and a strong friendship. Bradley had even asked Jake to be his best man in his wedding the month before. “Feel like getting in the water?”

“I could cool off.” You replied, “Going to need help getting up though.”

He set his manual down under his towel so it wouldn’t blow away and reached for your book so he could set it next to his before reaching out to lift you up. You swayed slightly into him, the change in position causing you to feel slightly lightheaded.

“Easy does it, Angel.” He said, “Are you ok? Do you need to go inside to rest for a bit?”

“No, I’m ok.” You replied, “I just stood too fast. Let’s go into the water, then we can cuddle in the cabana for a bit.”

“Cuddle?” You asked, smirking.

“Behave.” He chuckled, playfully swatting your butt.

You laughed, taking his hand and the two of you walked to the water. There were some waves but the surf wasn’t overly active. Jake still made sure to keep you close and his hands on you at all times while you were both in the water. You waded out until you were mostly past the break, the water to your chest, but barely above Jake’s belly. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in as close as possible with your very pregnant belly between you.

You leaned up on your tiptoes, your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him. You didn’t hesitate to swipe your tongue over the seam of his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth. His own tongue came out to meet yours, the kiss deepening. He let his hands wander down to your butt, rubbing over your bikini clad cheeks.

“What are your thoughts on sex on the beach, Angel?” Jake asked, his head dipping down to kiss over your neck and shoulder.

“Oh my God.. I MISS those amazing little cocktails.” You sighed, “Penny makes the BEST Sex on the Beaches.”

“Angel, I was talking about literal sex on the beach.” He groaned, still trailing kisses over your collarbone, tasting the salt from the ocean water.

“Pretty sure THAT is how I ended up pregnant, Stud.” You teased him.

“The night after the bonfire?” He asked, lifting his head to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips, “Seriously?”

“The timing is perfect.” You shrugged, “Lord knows I DRANK enough of those sneaky little cocktails that night…”

“I remember.” He said, his voice going husky, dropping deeper, “You suggested we do an experiment to see if actual sex on the beach was as good as the drink.”

“Well, it looks like it exceeded expectations.” You giggled, pulling his head down to kiss him.

“So, how about round two?” He asked, his hands wandering back down to your butt.

“I’m way too pregnant to end up with sand in unfortunate places, so how about sex in a cabana?” You compromised, smirking.

“I think it’s time to head back to shore, Angel.” He replied, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you in towards the shore.

“Jake!” You squealed, “Put me down! I am way too heavy!”

“Angel, I can handle carrying my girls just fine.” He promised, “I would never let anything happen to either of you.”

“Such a softy.” You said, letting your fingers run over the wet hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t let that get out.” He teased, “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“The gig is up, Babe.” You laughed, “Everyone knows you’re not really an asshole. As soon as they saw you with Ruben’s kids it was all over.”

He carried you out of the water and over the sand back to the cabana before setting you back on your feet. It had shades that could be pulled down for privacy and to block out more sun, which Jake took advantage of as soon as you got inside the cabana. There was a large sun lounger that looked more like a bed, in the middle of the cabana with small tables set up on each side. With the shades pulled on the sides and the light weight material used as a curtain in the front of the cabana let down, it gave you a little privacy from prying eyes of other resort guests. It was at least a private beach, only open to those staying at the resort.

“This might have been easier before we were all wet.” You said, winding your arms around his neck as he came back to stand in front of you. “Now our suits are all clingy”

“Hmmm,” He hummed, leaning down to nibble at your jawline before working back towards your ear, whispering “I prefer my wife to be wet and clingy.”

A shiver ran through your whole body, arousal flooding your system, soaking your already wet bikini bottoms.

“Jake” You moaned, trying to push up against him, as much as your very pregnant belly would allow, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, Angel.” He replied, guiding you back towards the lounger. He untied your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor of the cabana, making sure to block you from view of the outside world. “Fuck, I love your boobs.”

“Thought you were an ass man, Stud.” You smirked, knowing that your husband had been infatuated with your boobs since you’d become pregnant. They had increased two cup sizes by this point in your pregnancy, and you were told they’d get even bigger once you were breastfeeding your daughter. Jake was intrigued by it.

“When it comes to you, Angel there’s not a part of your body that doesn’t get me going.” He admitted, flashing his dimpled smile. He helped you to lay down on the lounger. He made sure you were propped up on the many decorative pillows and comfortable, leaning in for a quick kiss, before running his hands down over you, pausing to rest his hands on and gently kiss your bump, before continuing down, pulling your bikini bottoms off on his way.

The look of pure lust and adoration on your husband’s face was enough to give you confidence in your own body and not give in to the negative thoughts that tried to permeate your brain when you looked in the mirror. Your OB said it was normal as your body was rapidly changing, to have the negative feelings or insecurities but reminded you to be kind to yourself and if the thoughts became too intrusive to let her know so she could set you up with someone to talk to. Jake had been at that appointment and had made it his mission afterwards to make sure he knew how absolutely beautiful he found you and how incredible it was that you were growing an entire human.

“I think you’re overdressed.” You smiled, allowing your eyes to hungrily track over his sun kissed body. “And I believe I was promised Sex on the Beach.”

A/N: There it is! My second ever Jake fic! What do you think??

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penwieldingdreamer · 22 hours

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Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again

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A new crossover WIP coming soonish(?) It's not good for my brain to be binging crime shows like FBI and Blue Bloods🙈

But I'm excited as is my brain😅

Also a shout-out to anybody that didn't know this app before or wants to try:

thequill.app is literally everything you need to write your story. You got manuscripts, space for your research, space for snippets and ideas, space for outtakes, your characters, you can analyze your works as well as set goals on how many words you want to write in a preferred amount of time. Right now it's still for free, but they said they'd make a pricing plan soonish.

So far I'm super happy working with this and wished I'd have found it sooner 🥲

Anyways, I'll be getting back to my WIPs now 😅

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It was perfect, so fluffy and cute, and you described the plus size reader perfectly, wonderful

Soulmates

A/N I love OA and he would look lit af with a plus size reader. Also I know a lot of plus size people may not feel like this but this is how I always felt being plus size myself so I wrote my own feelings in there hoping someone could relate !!

It was hard not to feel self conscious in the relationship. You were all about body positivity and girl power but sometimes the anxiety and the intrusive thoughts were still there.

The thoughts always told you that you weren’t good enough or pretty enough that you didn’t matter. Always needing reassurance. Always wanting to hide your body instead of showing it off.

You could see the way people looked at you and him.

They would look at him and then just give you this look. Sometimes wondering why he was with someone who looked like you.

Like it was a giant mystery. I mean god forbid that it just as a simple as he liked you and you liked him.

Girls would see you to together and still approach him and be all over him when it was clear he wasn’t single. OA being the gentlemen he was always politely declined but you could tell he was frustrated and mad.

He hated the way they treated you like that he wanted to get so angry with them but it was worth it you always told him.

That’s one of the reasons he loved you so much you were always able to calm him down and bring him back to earth.

You weren’t skinny, you always had been plus size your entire life You also weren’t the cute plus size average person on tv they make them seem plus size . It was something that never really bothered you until you got older. It was more because of the way other people judge and treated you.

Anytime you dated a guy they made it seem like they were doing you a favor, that you should be grateful. Sometimes you just felt like a fetish to these guys.

When you meant OA things were different. He saw you as a person he was happy to be with you. He always showed you off to others. Made it known that you were his. He always told you in the morning how beautiful you were.

He cherished your body never being able to take his hands off of you. He was also very protective of you. He always said it was because it was Egyptian that it was in his blood. No matter how hard his day was it was always made better knowing he would come home to you.

Whenever he was going through the hard times he knew he could always talk to you about it. That you would sit and listen and actually give him good advice. Just talking to you he would feel better.

Whenever you had self doubts he would quickly make you feel better. Other people knew OA as this tough guy but that wasn’t true. He was a big hearted man who loved his attention.

When the two of you would go out he was all over you.

He was always grabbing you by the waist and lord knew that man couldn’t keep his hands off your ass. He loved grabbing it no matter the looks he got he could care less.

He was nervous the first time he introduced you to Maggie.

He knew it was an important step for him but he was relieved when the two of you instantly hit it off. Maggie was going to brunch with you and telling each other the annoying things OA was doing.

Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to him. For the first time in a long time he could see a future with you. All the things that he felt he wasn’t ready for disappeared when you too meant.

He found himself looking at rings and getting those nervous butterflies finding the right one.

He told Maggie his plans and she thought it was so cute how nervous he was but she knew he had no reason to be.

The time finally came and he was so nervous. He decorated this rooftop restaurant where you could look out and see the whole city and the lights were so beautiful. He lit candles and roses and told you to meet him there.

Wearing your fave outfit the one that mad him go crazy and you knew what you were doing.

You arrived to finding OA standing in the middle of the rooftop twisting his ring something he did when he was nervous.

He grabbed your hand and kissed you softly

“You looked so beautiful.” he said kissing you on the cheek

He then got down on one knee and took the ring out of his pocket, the perfect one the one that belonged to his mom.

“Y/N I have loved you from the first moment I saw you. I knew you were the one for me, the one I wanted to come home to the one I want to share my good news with and the bad news the one I want to spend forever with. You are my person who I want to start a life with and grow old with so will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me.” He said looking up at you

Tears formed in your eyes and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

“Yes yes of course.” you said

He got up and grabbed your finger and slid the ring on and it was beautiful.

“I love you and I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” he said

The most perfect man ever and you couldn’t believe he was all yours.

I can’t believe I have the most perfect Women ever and she was all mine OA thought to himself

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Why am I like this

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#wholesome #positive #meme #funny #humor

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Thank you so much for participating. I've been trying to figure out where to go from here so thank you for that. I will try to get back to continuing or reworking some of my OC stories to get back to it and make them better reading material for you guys🙏🏼😍

Reader or Original Character

So, I'm trying to get back to my writing and thinking about reworking some of my stories. 🤔 And when I tried to write a few days ago I was struggling to keep in character and used reader's POV when it was supposed to be OFC. So now I've got a question for you

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Reader or Original Character

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penwieldingdreamer · 11 days

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O.A. Zidan Masterlist

Prey!Series:

Part One: Trafficking - It's during a human trafficking case that Omar meets you.

Part Two: Mentality - Omar learns more about the mentality behind human trafficking.

Part Three: One In Five - Omar makes makes a realisation.

Part Four: Free - Omar and you spend some time together.

The Light of My Life - Omar has known for a long time how he feels about you.

The Green Door - You're there for Omar in the midst of a nightmare.

Forever - After a near miss at work Omar realises there's something he hasn't told you.

Until the Day I Die (NSFW) - Omar makes you a promise.

Family - You and OA discuss what the future looks like for the both of you.

Delaware - Things change for you and OA when you discover your father is sick.

After Delaware:

Soul Mates (NSFW) - Omar's been thinking about you.

Back In Town - Omar doesn't realise you're back in town until you turn up at his crime scene.

Paint (NSFW) - You help Omar relax in a unique way.

Sunflowers (NSFW) - Omar buys you sunflowers.

Gloves (NSFW) - Omar discovers you have a kink.

Thinking of You (NSFW) - Omar misses you while you're away.

Backseat (NSFW) - Omar gets handsy in the back of a cab.

The Best Thing - Omar and Scott argue about what's best for you.

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Reader decides to wear THAT dress 💃💃💃 how do all the characters react?

Characters: Henry, August, Syverson, Walter and Sherlock

Warning: rpf, 18+, exhibition kink, dirty language, fluff, slight age gap mentioned, slight dark themes (dark non-con thoughts for Sherlock)

N/A: Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine.

THAT dress 💃

Henry.

It was one of the most important nights of his life.

The vast golden hall was swarming with people, the flickering cameras lights looked like diamond sparkling in the sky. Yet all he could think of, all he wanted to do right now was fling you over his sturdy shoulder and fuck you to death.

The fact that you behaved so oblivious, did nothing to deter his animalistic urges.

“You just had to wear that dress, didn’t you?”

You shivered are the low baritone and the sensation of his knuckle gliding down your spine.

“I…” you breath shuddered. Giving no mind to the many eyes upon you, Henry slid his hand through the split in your dress. Warm and smooth, his fingers glided up your thighs, finding the path to the apex of your legs.

“Fuck, baby, I can feel your heat,” he hummed and crept so close his hardening groin rubbed right against your ass.

Slowly, almost seamlessly, he grounded against you, little groans of pleasure sputtering from his mouth. A pool of molten fire gathered at your panties and your little slit began to twitch for him.

“Henry… everyone is watching!” You whispered urgently.

Leaning in, he stole a kiss from your nape and with his lips pressed to your ear he grinned.

“Then let’s give them the best show.”

August.

“Agent Walker. Walker? Hey, Walker!”

“Agent… uh…” August’s mouth remained agape, amazement clear in his cobalt gaze as he scanned you up and down with not a sliver of shame or self restraint.

“You really don’t remember my fucking name?!” A frown split your brow. “Classic…”

“Simmer down, kitten.” The bewhiskered man raised a hand in the air, gesturing you to relax, which naturally only made you fume.

“Did the agency send that dress? Or did you pick it yourself?”

“They picked it,” you answered with agitation, “why?” You paused and checked yourself from side to side, feeling a flush of insecurity, “is something wrong with it?”

August brushed two fingers over his moustache and then offered a devious smirk “yeah, there is something wrong with it.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to see you without it.”

Syverson

Captain. Logan. Syverson.

The sexual awakening of every girl and boy in highschool... and possibly, the teachers too.

There he was, after all these years; muscles woven tightly over flesh and bone as he leaned against the door frame with a bottle of beer hanging between his finger and his thumb. He appeared bigger than you remembered, the tender peach fuzz that once decorated his chin was now a nestle of thick coarse hair and on his tanned skin he wore a collection of sharp scars, yet despite it all, he was still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

“May I help you?”

He didn’t recognise you, but then again how could he? You were the annoying little friend of his baby sister, that same awkward teen who lurked about their house every day after school. Deep down inside you knew he never acknowledged your existence, and still you dreamt of that day when you would be the beautiful adult woman he would fancy, like all the girlfriends he always kept around.

Sadly, that day never came and being the grunt that he was, Sy decided to enlist and disappeared from your life for good.

Until today.

“You alright there, darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You faked a smile and pretended as if you two never met before. “I’m here to see Shelly.”

Syverson took a long sip from his beer, his lake-blue eyes glistening as they slowly drank the sight of you, giving no care to how obvious it was that he was observing and scoring you from head to toe.

You followed his sight and immediately felt ridiculous. It was that dress, that tight-as-fuck, complimenting dress that somehow made you look naked while wearing clothes. Feeling vulnerable you hugged your belly and gave him a sardonic grin.

Of course you wanted Syverson to check you out, but the fact that he still couldn’t recognise you only made you hate him for all the years he ignored your existence.

“Shelly’s not home, she went out with that guy,” he finally answered, his eyes returning to glance at your face after a through inspection.

“Went out with a guy? She told me to meet her at 8 so we can go out!” You called out surprised and then checked your phone only to make sure you understood her text correctly.

Syverson shrugged and shook his head, “wouldn’t be the first time my sister did that, sorry.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, muttering something into your palm while turning in your spot. Whatever fantasy you had about meeting Syverson again as a “sexy adult” that was not it. After what felt like a rush of panic, you finally turned back to face him. His gaze slowly crawled from your ass to your face, gracing you with another smirk.

“I’m sorry, my sister is kind of a bitch,” he tried to comfort you.

“Yeah, you bet...” you mumbled and dropped your gaze to the ground. You opened your mouth to apologise and bid him farewell but Sy beat you to it.

“I have an idea.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his face. The large man now had one arms stretched over the door frame, his large bicep pumped as he flexed his muscle. You could sense the scent of his musk, earthy and fresh.

“You already have a fancy dress, and I am free, so how ‘bout we get back at Shelly and I’ll take you out for a drink.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of these words and the bare parts of your skin crawled with shiver, yet years of anger simmered in your blood. Frowning you crossed your arms together and shook your head.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Before Syverson could answer, you turned away but just as your heels made two steps forward you heard him calling by your name.

“Don’t be funny, darlin’, you’ve been on my mind for the last 15 years.”

Walter

Public disturbance, vandalism, resisting arrest.

This night couldn’t get any better.

There you were, cuffs caging your wrists to the investigation desk as if you were some murder suspect, all because you had a wee bit too much to drink and decided to pay a visit to your asshole ex.

“Fuck sake, it’s cold in here...” you muttered under your breath, peering down on the goosebumps decorating your beg legs. You just had to get yourself arrested while wearing that dress. The officers at the station probably thought you are a prostitute.

“Fucking A…” you cursed again, just in time for the door to spring open.

Frowning, you threw your head over your shoulder to look at the person who barged into the room. For the last hour and a half you imagined how you would tell them to go to hell for treating you this way but the moment your eyes locked on his all the words in your head went astray.

To say that the huge sweater-wearing Viking that stood before you was a god would be an understatement.

Fuck, were you gawking?

“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said without any real remorse in his deep baritone, and but of course, he had to have a British accent as all handsome men do.

‘Jesus, did I hit my head and woke up in some trashy fanfiction?’ You wondered.

The detective let out a deep sigh and moved to the other side of the table and took his seat. His face were colder than the room but his pale cerulean gaze crept down the sight of your body, lingering on the tight dress and specifically on how it rode up your thighs.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat, you sought for courage and then twisted your wrists. “Is this necessary, officer?”

“Detective,” he correct, “and I don’t know, you tell me, ma’am. Officer Grant’s uniforms are now covered in pink thanks to your little... outburst.”

Maybe it was the remnants of alcohol in your blood, but briefly remembering what happened earlier you couldn’t help but snort. The detective in front of you did not share you amusement, however, tilting his head he gave you a stern frown which immediately killed your smile.

“Assaulting a law enforcement man is a serious offence,” he warned.

“I’m terribly sorry,” you cleared your throat, “I realise now I was out of control.”

“You broke into Mr. Carter’s garage and painted his car pink, including the windshield and resisted arrest.”

The urge to smile burnt in you once more, but it took one stare from the brooding detective to deter you. Instead you chewed your bottom lip and nodded. “I understand my actions... I’m sorry. I’ll pay for whatever the damage is, but please can I go home?”

The detective sighed again, his frigid expression giving no hint to whatever thoughts ran through his troubled mind but then his eyes betrayed him and fell to your body once again. A dark flame blazed within them and his adam apple bobbed up and down his thick throat.

“Lucky you, your ex-boyfriend is not pressing charges,” he retorted, “and I hate to have you in a cell wearing that...” he paused and frowned, as if angry with himself. “I’m letting you go but you better be a good girl from now on.”

‘Yes, daddy.’

The detective rummaged for something in his jeans’ pocket and then reached for your cuffs. You couldn’t help but flinch at the warmth of his touch the moment his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Your eyes met in tensed silence. By god, you wanted him.

“Thank you,” you answered softly as he released your hands.

The man grunted in response, his fingers toying with the chain of the cuffs while he glanced at you, though his expression was unreadable, you couldn’t argue the sense of unease that surfaced the small chamber and even though you wanted nothing but to be home, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that you were now free to go.

“Will it be weird if I’ll leave you my number?”

“We already have it,” he answered absentmindedly but then quickly realised his err, “Oh. That would be unprofessional of me, I am sorry.”

You nodded with agreement and obvious disappointed. At least you tried.

The detective cleared his throat again and then stood up and offered you to follow. There was an apparent battle in his eyes, trying to sway the desire and urge to ogle you, especially once you stood straight and fixed your dress.

“Come, I’ll check you out, clear you out,” he corrected and accompanied you out of the investigation room and through the empty corridor.

“I hope I don’t see you again, Miss,” he uttered, making you frown with bemusement.

Cold as before, he stared forward, only his mouth giving away his feelings as he bit into his bottom lips. “I am having coffee and pie every mornings at Chelsea’s around 9, I really hope I don’t bump into you over there...” He warned.

It took you a moment to understand and then you smiled lightly, “yeah, I really hope I don’t see you there either, this Tuesday...”

Sherlock (semi dark)

The chill of midnight enveloped me, darkness and gloom seeped around my bones as I sat forlorn in my study. It was another night where I couldn’t have you, and God, how I yearned to touch you, to taste the sweet innocence of your skin.

I threw the book that was in my hand - these proses could no longer banish my sacrilegious thoughts, the sickness in me growing stronger with every passing day you spent in my estate. I’ve become haunted by you, so much that I could have sworn that your scent was the tip of my nose long before you appeared.

And then, just as if summoned by some odd magic you stepped into my room wearing the same dress you wore the first I saw you. Lavender and gold silk, spilling from the deep cleavage that supported your breasts like an offering to the gods.

“Is everything alright? I heard a noise.” Always so polite and naive, you bowed to me and then rushed to picked the book from the corner.

Remaining silent, I pressed a finger to my temple, trying to fight away the dark sway of lust that swerved within my loins, but then you inched closer, and the closer you inched the larger the demon grew.

“Mister Holmes?” You asked again, offering me the book. Your eyes shone with true concern, but the light within them was extinguished by the sudden snap of my fingers around your wrist.

You hissed and instinctively struggled against me, but to no use. Silent and careless as the ocean, my gaze strippd you naked, making tatters of that dress and forcing you down on the floor where I breached through the gates of your sacred eden and defiled your purity.

I let go of your wrist before my thoughts turned into reality and you stepped away, holding your wrist painfully with eyes glossy and full of fear and betrayal.

“Run along now,” I demanded with warning in my voice.

You needn't not for me to ask twice. Holding onto your dress, you turned to scamper, the silks floating in the air behind your like a ghost exorcised.

Not tonight. I promised myself.

Not tonight.

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