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luviwon · 2 months

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MY FAVOURITE SECRET LOVER y.jw [양정원]

no. 1: if you think i'm pretty, lay your hands on me

genre: smut & wordcount: 1.7k

warnings: switch!secretary¡jungwon, switch!manager¡reader, cheating, some nicknames, oral sex (reader receiving), no romantical feelings involved and vague mentions of other idols;

a/n: like and repost if you'd enjoyed, love. i'm also a sucker for reviews, so if you have anything nice to say, would love to hear! i also recommend reading this oneshot while listening to the song with the same title! (if you think i'm pretty – artemas) it hits different.

"i'm so glad today is over" you said as you entered your office, throwing your bag on the couch and sinking in your leather chair. "do we have a tight schedule for tomorrow, mister yang?"

the boy followed you into the room, and checked the papers in his hands before giving you an answer. he looked up and down on a couple of sheets, finishing his task with a simple smile on his face. "fortunately, not at all! although, i need to remind you that the day after tomorrow is your wedding anniversary, madam. any upcoming events i need to fill in regarding it?"

"as if" you chuckled, rotating in your chair a few times. "don't worry too much about it, mister yang, you will have the day off"

jungwon looked at you curiously. he couldn't quite comprehend how he could get a day off after he's just been back from his holiday. "i'm sorry, madam, are you certain?"

"i'm positive"

you chuckled again as you relaxed your legs on the office desk, one leg on top of the other, biting your gel nails gently. a habit you couldn't really get rid of, although you were trying really hard to. you looked over at your obedient secretary, standing up next to your desk with a naive smile on his face. he looked so handsome, especially today. his cat eyes would barely blink, his gaze being perpetually all over you.

"do you think i'm pretty, mister yang?"

"pardon?" jungwon's eyes became bigger, his mouth opening slightly. he was ready for anything, but not for that. that's why he sat silent, staring at your face, probably waiting for you to repeat your question. he must have heard wrongly.

your legs didn't rest long before they were put on the floor again, standing up in the uncomfortable heels you've been wearing all day. you fixed your skirt as you walked towards jungwon. the boy was just analysing every step you made, gulping while not letting his smile fade.

getting as close as possible, you raised your left hand, moving it closer to his face. you stared into his eyes, you could have sworn he was not blinking. his eyes were deep and hypnotising, you could have fallen down on the floor. would he have caught you? his cologne smelt so good. something like summer floral, not too strong though. just if you got close enough, and you were as close as possible.

jungwon did not move either. he was just staring at you, his lips opening again to start and say something smart, but your pointing finger covered it quickly, as in making him shut up. you knew him way too good, and you won't let him ruin this.

"if you think i'm pretty, lay your hands me"

the boy was still quite processing what was going on, but he couldn't help it. nervously, jungwon placed his left hand on your waist, holding the papers in the spare one. his palm held your body strong and then softly, but his hand never left your pretty waist. he did indeed answer your question now.

"considering you only used one hand, am i just half pretty, mister yang?" you teased him, grabbing the papers he was holding, and throwing them on the desk next to you. "you have no more excuses"

jungwon didn't need any. he placed his right hand on your waist too, before it went down your hips and thighs. his warm yet masculine hand grabbed your thigh hard, lifting your leg up next to his body. you gulped, meaning to cross your legs but couldn't. he didn't let go of your thigh for a second. your waist was left alone by both of his hands now, his left one travelling all the way up to your shirt's collar, slipping his fingers slyly underneath it and pulling it more onto the side.

"how come mr. sim didn't leave any marks on your beautiful neck, madam?"

"jungwon-,"

"should i make up for his wrong doing?"

jungwon's naive smile turned into a smirk, and before you knew it, you could feel his cold but soft lips touching your exposed neck, leaving wet marks on your skin. it was a feeling you hadn't experienced in so long, you were craving to feel it over and over again. it was absolutely magical, his lips were like no one else's. you wanted more and more as he kept making out with your neck, biting your skin with his sharp teeth and sucking the skin until it started to have a violet tint to it.

you bit your lips, trying to keep your moans hidden behind your mouth. he shouldn't know how good he makes you feel, would he take advantage of that?

"you are not just pretty, madam, you are gorgeous" he whispered into your ear, moving back and looking into your eyes. he smiled innocently, like he didn't just leave countless hickeys on your neck. he glanced at them and his eyes widened. did he go to far?

"oh, goodness. i couldn't stop myself, i'm incredibly sorry. i'll go and order your favourite concelear with urgent delivery, immediately. mr. sim will not be happy to see this, i'm worried"

you couldn't help but softly laugh at his reaction. he was getting all nervous and scared for his life. you, honestly, couldn't care even less than this. nor about your useless husband, always away from home, always secretive, showing only a lack of affection and care for you. you couldn't remember the last time he made you feel like this, like jungwon did in a couple of seconds. him finding out would be your last concern.

"what about we put him aside and focus more on this, mister yang?"

he nodded, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the chair. he pushed you carefully into it while loosening his tie. he looked so damn hot in this second, with his messy hair and craving eyes. his innocence disappeared for one second, so did your skirt that was pulled down and thrown away by your secretary, revealing a pretty pair of white panties, just as he liked.

you felt pretty wet already, and your panties showed it. as jungwon noticed, the bulge in his pants grew bigger, biting his lower lip. but it wasn't about him, it was about making you feel good. you were the boss here, he was just being given instructions. jungwon got on his knees, looking up at you while his fingers reached your wet fabric, and how wet was that.

"i know you can't stop thinking about it, madam. i'll make you feel good, to prove how pretty you are to me"

without second thoughts, his fingers slipped underneath your panties, only to pull them to the side while rubbing his hand against your pussy. although only for a second, the feeling of his hand touching your sensitive spot just sent you a shiver. you couldn't help it. and you were close to turning into the nervous, scared one. not because you'd be worried about your husband finding out, but because you had no idea how you would survive without this every day.

without yang jungwon teasing your wet and needy pussy.

"may i?" jungwon asked, his mouth almost reaching your private, yet his gaze not breaking the eye contact. he had to make sure you wanted to and felt comfortable, too. and you did, thus your nodding was enough of a green signal for him to innocently lick your clit a few times before sucking on it, not as softly as expected.

his technique was harsh but causing so much pleasure at the same time. your clit did nothing but get all swollen and red from the nice sucking jungwon gave you, however he did not stop there. he was taught to finish his task, before going to play, so placing a sweet kiss on your clit, he burried his face into your pussy, loudly eating you out. holding your ass in his hands, he kept dragging you closer, not being able to get enough of your taste.

you threw your head back, moaning his name with your fingers lost in his messy hair. you crossed your legs around his neck, pushing him deeper and letting louder moans out. at this point, everyone in the department would have heard you already, but wasn't that the best part? for people to know who makes you cum so well?

jungwon did anything but got tired, as his mouth did not take a break from devouring his dessert.

"jungwo- your tongue feels so good"

hearing that, the boy only got an ego boost, which only made him take all of your pussy in his mouth, taking it in aggressively and hungrily. he needed you so much now that he had you. he wanted more and more and nothing would have been enough, besides living with his face between your legs.

no long passed until you could feel your pussy feeling so good, an absolute unexplainable feeling, making you hold onto his hair harder and arch your back on the office chair. jungwon moaned into your pussy, acknowledging you were getting close to making him so proud. instead of going faster or slower, harder and softer, he just kept his speed and method, knowing already that's what you needed.

that's all you needed.

it took you one second to relieve your orgasm inside his mouth, yet he did not stop but overstimulated you by continuing to eat you out. the echoes of your moans could be heard in the entire empty room. you couldn't face it anymore, it was too good that you might pass out. you pushed him gently, and he understood, standing up again with his innocent smile on his face one more time.

innocent my ass. you tried to fix your breathing, however it was hard to even think about fixing it. cumming feels good, but cumming with him? that's another kind of pleasure. you just stayed in the chair, not moving an inch from your comfortable position. you closed your eyes and smiled to yourself too. how did that actually happen?

"i'll make sure to fill in upcoming events for your wedding anniversary, madam. i'm just worried mr. sim might have to be excluded" said jungwon, picking up your skirt from the floor and handing it to you.

you instantly opened your eyes, witnessing how his naive smile turned into a sly smirk.

**not proof read

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hayakawalove · 4 months

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A Man In Love

A/N: I wrote a version of how Suguru shows his love as well, that one was called "Love". This one will be about Gojo! I can't get enough of poly satosugu. It's just the best to me.

Summary: Satoru Gojo wants to love and to be loved. It's a good thing he has you and Suguru.

TW: Fem reader, a couple of dirty jokes

W/C: 2,873

Golden rays pour in through the parted blinds, heating up a sliver of Satoru’s exposed tummy. He had been awake for the past hour, but he dreaded the idea of leaving the warmth of your shared bed. If he cracked his eyes open he could see his two lovers tangled together, limbs crossing over limbs. Your light snores filled the room, making Satoru’s lips split into a soft grin. He teased that you sounded like an old man when you slept, your snores could wake the whole neighborhood!

He actually loved the sound though. It reminded him that you were here, right beside him.

Satoru carefully pulls himself from the sheets, being attentive to not wake you or Suguru. Both of you had a late night, not that that was anything new. You two were night owls compared to Satoru. He much preferred to get an early start to his day while both of you could stay up all night if given the chance. He stretches his long arms above his head, his shirt riding up slightly. There was a list of things he wanted to get done before waking the two of you, so he better get started.

He exits the bedroom and strides into the living room, noticing the remnants of your love strewn across the room. A blanket Suguru had gotten you tossed haphazardly across the couch, candy that Satoru had gotten Suguru lay on the coffee table, and pants you ordered Satoru sat folded on the bar. He was sure Suguru folded them, he was like that.

Satoru pads around sleepily, getting dishes out of the way first. He moves around the kitchen doing a multitude of tasks, feeling energy begin to spread across his body. He was super excited for the day he had planned ahead of you three. No one would be caught up in work so it was perfect. He could hardly contain the excitement, images of your and Suguru’s happy faces filling his brain. Satoru briefly cleans the coffee maker and remembers how you refused to let him indulge in it.

Coffee? Satoru, we don’t need you caffeinated, that would be a nightmare.

He supposed you were right, not that he needed it today.

After getting all tasks out of the way he crept back into the room and saw you and Suguru cuddled in together. You pressed yourself against his torso, his strong arm wrapped around you.

“Come on sleepy heads.” Satoru tries to keep his voice soft.

Suguru’s brows furrow, tugging you closer to his body. You turn your head and bury it into Suguru’s chest, trying to block out Satoru.

“I know you guys are up.” Satoru murmurs and walks over to the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab your foot.

You inhale sharply, yanking your foot up, tucking it against you.

“Keep your cold grubby paws to yourself.” You mumble against Suguru.

Satoru thinks he catches a glint of a smile on Suguru.

Had Suguru always been so ethereal? Of course he had. Satoru was just amazed by it every single time.

“How mean!” Satoru sighs loudly, and flops onto the bed.

He wriggles his way up in between you two, forcing himself in.

“And on our anniversary too, no less.”

Not even a second later you're scrambling away, reaching for your phone to check the date. Satoru looks up at Suguru and sees his lids open slightly, a peek of caramel gracing Satoru.

Satoru looks micheviously at the other man, waiting for your reaction.

“It’s not our anniversary!” You groan, falling back into bed.

“Is too! Anniversary of our first date.” Satoru snides back, and wraps his arms around Suguru.

Suguru breathes through his nose and closes his eyes again, a finger strumming against Satoru’s arm. He was used to his antics by now, and knew the one thing Satoru craved was a reaction. He refused to give in that easily.

You murmur under your breath while wiping the tiredness from your eyes. Satoru soaks up the feeling of contentment seeping in the air.

There was nowhere he’d rather be than right here in this bed with you.

“Plus I have a day planned. So you need to get up and get ready to go, I’ll time you.”

“Satoru.” Suguru chides.

You slide back down and reach a hand up across Satoru, patting around until you reach Suguru’s mouth. You keep it clamped over him while situating yourself.

“Don’t talk to him, maybe he’ll leave us alone if we pretend we're asleep.”

Satoru clicks his tongue and jostles you.

“Come on! I promise it’ll be fun!” He rolls away from Suguru and crawls on top of you, pressing kisses against your neck.

You try to shove him back unsuccessfully, wanting sweet sleep to over take you once more. Suguru slides out of the bed once he realizes Satoru won’t let up. He stretches and watches Satoru’s onslaught against you, sleepy gaze trained on you two.

You eventually start to giggle underneath Satoru.

His heart may burst if you laugh like that.

You never could resist him. Suguru reaches out and grabs the back of Satoru’s shirt.

“Come on, we might as well entertain him for a little bit.”

It takes you both far too long to get ready, Satoru decides. He’s about to crawl out of his skin at your slow pace. You and Suguru move in sync getting ready for the day. Satoru can hardly keep his hands to himself, the peak of it showing through once he offered to help you shower. You slammed the door in his face, leaving him to pout.

Once you finish showering, without his help, you exit the bathroom with hints of your soap filling the air.

Satoru watches you, with his brain fogging up.

Fuck, he loves you two.

And he knows you both love him as well. Your love never failing to strike him. There was never a time in his life when he felt such love from other people. Admired, sure, but never love.

There were many things about him that changed once you came into his life. For instance, Satoru had never been so selfish before, not until you. Now he found himself wanting more, all the time, unabashedly. Maybe that was something he liked about you two. You allowed him to want. He was never granted that privilege before. Then again there were many things he liked about you.

Satoru knew for a fact that there were less stars in the sky than things he liked about you.

He liked how Suguru’s hair hung in curtains around his broad shoulders.

He liked how your eyebrows shot up everytime he spoke.

He liked how Suguru had endless bouts of love.

He liked how your fingers tugged his a little tighter when the world outside was silent and no one existed but you three.

Warmth drips from his fingertips, if he had the option he would never let go of either of you.

Funny, that was. Satoru didn’t remember being filled with such warmth before you and Suguru. Had he just been an iceberg floating through life before you?

Satoru looks up and catches your eyes, watching a small smile grace your lips. The sight sent his mind reeling.

Did you know how deep his fingers were dug into you now that he had you? Did you know not even the gods would be able to keep him away from you two?

He watches the way you and Suguru weave between each other, getting ready for the day.

How mundane.

He’s amazed at how you love him in the mundanity of life.

So many people want him for things. And he gets it, he really does. He has a role to play. He enjoys helping. But he wants to be loved without being needed.

Love me when I have nothing to offer. Love me despite it.

Love me when I bring nothing to the table besides a gaping wound in my chest, my heart in my hands, trembling and tender for you.

“Ready, handsome?” Suguru asks, a finger underneath Satoru’s chin, tilting his head up.

Satoru blinks several times, snapping out of his amatory thoughts.

“Huh?” He whispers.

“You forgot already?” You say.

Satoru clears his throat and stands up, taking you two in.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

“How could I forget!”

Satoru grabs onto you both, dragging you outside.

“What’re we doing today?” You ask from the front seat in the car.

Suguru’s always the designated driver, his hand resting against the wheel while his other strums against your thigh.

Satoru shuffles in the back seat, peeking his face in between you two.

“We’re going to the mall today! I’m gonna spoil you both, so buy whatever you want.” He grins.

“We got ourselves a sugar daddy don’t we Suguru?” You turn your head, looking at Suguru.

“It appears so.” He says with a smile.

His face was set in a serene look, the idea of spending the day with you both making his heart soar.

“Aw, you wanna call me daddy?” Satoru teases, reaching his hand forward to pinch your cheeks.

You swat him away while his laughter fills the car.

“There’s no room back here!” He pouts and gives up, leaning back.

His long legs try to spread out only to be blocked by the seats.

“Poor baby. Maybe you can buy us a bigger car?” Your eyes flick up to meet his in the rear view mirror.

“Careful darling, maybe I will.”

His eyes wrinkle in amusement, a rush of heat spreading through your cheeks. You tear your eyes away and look out the window.

“We could just strap you to the roof of the car and call it good.” You say, although your words have no mirth.

“People would think I’m being kidnapped!”

“Who would kidnap you?” Suguru teases, a hearty laugh falling past his lips.

The mall comes into view shortly after, you and Satoru continuing to tease each other the whole time. He stands in between you both so he can hold both your hands, swinging them back and forth. Satoru decides it’s your turn first, dragging you to the nearest clothing store.

Suguru and you take your time striding through the store while Satoru seems to make a beeline to the dresses. The idea of buying you something and seeing your smile from it made his heart strum in his ears.

How grateful he felt to be able to spoil you.

Once you and Suguru catch up to him, you idly flip through dresses, not finding anything particularly good.

Suguru watches you point out several and nods, making idle comments. Satoru pulls a dress from the rack and holds it up, showing you.

“You should get this! White, to show how pure you are.”

He holds up a velvet white dress, his eyes bright.

Suguru snickers beside you, pushing dresses aside to find something.

“Good one Satoru.”

Satoru clears his throat. Suguru had no idea the effect he had on him. Satoru loved the way his name tasted on Suguru’s lips. It always sounded a little more sweet when he was the one saying it.

You're at a loss for words, eyes widening. You grab the dress away from Satoru.

“You just want me to wear this cause it matches your hair!” You accuse.

Satoru smiles and leans against the rack. You roll your eyes.

“What about this one?” Suguru asks, pulling out a dark purple dress.

It’s mid thigh length, with a cinched waist. It looked perfect.

“Oh that looks so cute Suguru, how much is it?” You ask and reach for the tag.

“Don’t worry about it!” Satoru interrupts, plucking the dress from Suguru’s hands.

You bite your cheek and follow him to the check out line, watching as he hums to himself. Early on in your relationship you learned to never question his spending habits. Everytime you told him he didn’t have to spend money on you, he’d laugh and brush you off.

“Will this be all sir?” The worker asks, scanning your dress.

“Yeah!” Satoru responds happily, fishing out his credit card and passing it over.

“That’ll be 5050.”

“$50.50? That seems a bit expensive. Or is it? I guess I’m not sure.” You murmur to yourself.

“My bad, I should have said it better. $5,050.” She exclaims.

“Huh?!” You squeak out, lurching forward.

Satoru slides behind you, throwing his arms over your shoulders to pull you back against his toned chest.

“Hush now bunny, you’ll make a scene.” He cooes at you, waiting for the worker to insert his card.

“As if you care about making scenes.” Suguru says incredulously.

“Why didn’t you say anything Suguru? I'm sure you saw how expensive it was!” You fumble.

Suguru turns his head and looks away, purposefully not making eye contact.

He enjoyed spoiling you too, you know.

Satoru hears you grumble to yourself while you look around the store, noticing details you hadn’t picked up on initially. There was a crystal chandelier, sleek floors, and expensive brand names plastered on the walls. You must’ve been too distracted if you were only noticing now. How cute.

Satoru’s cotton lashes flutter down, taking your beauty in as you gaze around.

He could stare at you all day if you let him.

“Alright, next up Suguru!” Satoru cheers, grabbing the bag and heading towards the door.

“He’s out of his mind, he must be.”

Suguru links hands with you and pulls you out.

“Yes he is.” Suguru agrees.

You all debate over where to go for Suguru, but ultimately decide on a jewelry store. The two men lag behind, taking their time.

Satoru watches you stroll through the store, noticing how you linger by the wedding rings.

Soon, soon.

He and Suguru had already known they would marry you a month into you joining their couple. They just wanted to wait a bit longer, not wanting to jump the gun. He notices how your eyes look curiously at the ornate jewelry, wondering what thoughts were going on in that pretty head of yours.

You had nothing to fret over, he would buy you the perfect ring. And if you didn’t like it, he would buy you ten others. And if those didn’t suit your taste either, he would buy the whole damn store. Money wasn’t a concern when it came to you. It never was.

“Hey Suguru, maybe we can get some new jewelry for your belly or your n-“ Satoru teases.

Suguru shoves a hand up to cover his mouth, not allowing him to continue.

“This isn’t that kind of store!” Suguru flusters.

“It could be, maybe they have a special glass case for that.”

You stop in front of the necklace section.

“Satoru!” Suguru begins to lecture.

“Excuse me, can we see this one?” You ask the attendant.

He nods and slides the case open, pulling out a delicate silver chain. You turn around and motion for Suguru to come over.

“Bend over.” You ask and grab the chain.

Satoru snickers causing you to glare at him. Suguru bends over beside you in front of a mirror, lowering himself enough for you to reach around his neck.

“What do you think?” You ask, making eye contact through the mirror.

“It looks really nice.” Suguru says softly, slightly taken aback by how much he likes it.

Satoru knew Suguru never really cared for jewelry before, but if you insisted on it, Satoru knew Suguru’s resolve would crumble. You had that effect.

Did you know just how tight you held their chains? That one word from you would have them falling to their knees?

Oftentimes Satoru wondered if you invented love. There was no other explanation.

“We’ll take it!” Satoru says, talking to the worker.

“I don’t even wanna know how much it is.” Suguru sighs out, watching Satoru happily pay for it.

The drive home was much more calm, Satoru’s antsy energy from earlier seemingly contained now that he got it out of his system.

Satoru sat behind Suguru on the bed, thumbing over the clasp on the necklace.

“Why do they make these things so small?!” Satoru complains.

You stand in front of them, admiring your new, expensive, dress.

Satoru grumbles out loudly.

“Scooch.” You murmur, sliding behind Suguru.

Satoru stubbornly allows you to take over, watching your fingers grasp on.

Soft fingers graze over Suguru’s exposed neck, if Satoru looks closely enough he could see a thin trail of goosebumps break out over Suguru’s neck.

He finds himself jealous at the gesture.

Touch me too.

“Needs the nimble fingers of femininity.” You tease.

“What would you oafs do without me?”

Don’t even say that, Satoru had no clue what he would do without you.

The necklace easily latches on, a sight Satoru complains about.

“Thank you for today Satoru.” You say, planting a light kiss on his lips.

More, more, more.

Satoru was like a man starved, craving your touch.

“Of course.” Satoru’s face melts into pure joy.

Suguru slides his hand around the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Thank you.” He breathes.

Not even the gods could take you away.

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lucysarah-c · 5 months

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Can you do a request for bedhead Levi when he is just waking up? Thanks!

Hi, love! How are you? I hope you're doing great! Something you should know about me is that writing daily/mundane Levi is MY FAVORITE LEVI; therefore, I loved this one! Since you clarified to me that you just wanted early morning Levi, no need for it to be romantic. Here it goes!

Tiptoes running cold, shoulder blades aching painfully, saliva dropping to his chin. Contouring uneasy, paper sticking to his humid face. A numbling feeling down his folded arms as he softly peeked over them. He had fallen asleep on his desk... again. Slouched against the desk's chair, feeling the chenille relaxing sensation against his cheek as he rubbed his head against the furniture, like a cat against a leg.

A pointless search for relaxation again, as he had learned the hard way that once he had woken up, it was too late. His insomnia wouldn't allow much rest, or perhaps it was that the second his mind was slightly awake, it had the arduous and tireless task of reminding him how much work he had left—an endless mental to-do list.

Pale fingers brushed against his face, applying pressure to the bridge of his nose and rubbing his sticky eyes. The headache was an announced occurrence, perhaps due to the heavy strain on his neck… was it from sleeping on a desk? Absolutely. Did he have any intentions of changing that habit? No. Levi considered himself an "old dog" that doesn't learn new tricks, despite picking up new skills every day to improve his 3DMG performance. Old habits die hard.

Hearing the bird chirping from the window behind was relaxing; the earliness of the morning was something he valued. The calmness, the silence, the peace – a mellow feeling that lingered with an anxious anticipation of the upcoming routine or, perhaps, something worse, but he was unsure of what. Soldiers are always in fear of something, an unknown source of danger that is extremely vivid.

A loud scoff, echoed steps against the wooden planks as he finally stood up. His legs hurt because, once again, sleeping sat down at his desk wasn't a healthy practice for his blood circulation. Groan after groan escaped him as he did some daily stretches. It was like a drop of water for a starving man, soothing his exhausted muscles. Checking his reflection in the mirror, a swirl of hair in the top back of his head, locks pointing upwards, and the rough sensation under his fingertips as he caressed his face was noticeable. He sighed, tired and resigned. The shower turned on, waiting for the water to warm up.

Five minutes, a quick and effective military shower. Everything in Levi's life is measured in millimeters; this man is a man of discipline and order. It's hard to believe he was ever a thug. Towel around his hips, toothbrush in his mouth, free hand whipping the brush to create the shaving cream. Spitting in the sink, not wasting a second, he was already getting ready to achieve a clean appearance. Hair quickly accommodated with the wetness of the fresh shower, a sharp razor carefully caressing his neck. Days like this made him wish he wasn't so stupidly pale and his hair wasn't so dark. A bad combination.

Tidying up his room, folding papers back to their respective places for easy retrieval later, softly removing any dust that could have accumulated on any surface, brooming the place, and making the bed. The bed was immaculate and would remain that way; each morning he made the promise of extending the sheets so he would just have to jump right in when he got tired later on. He broke that promise almost every night. Tightening up the cravat around his neck, checking the weather through the window, he opened it to let the fresh air come in. It was a perfect day for 3DMG practice, so he tightened up his harness. The wings of freedom were on his back.

With a quick pace down the hallways, he knocked three times at Hange's office. 'They always oversleep,' he thought. At this rate, either they always oversleep or they are using him as an alarm clock. Brewing his own tea, the only luxury he allowed himself to buy, only to pair up with the breakfast tray everybody got. Sharing the meal with his team, he considered it an important bonding moment with the rest of the soldiers, or at least it was with his previous squad.

Who thought that waking teens up at 6 am was a good idea? Armin was basically asleep, resting his head on Jean's shoulder. Jean and Eren were arguing across the table, Connie was sleeping with crossed arms over the surface. Sasha and Eren were pushing food down their throats. Loudness, noises, high-pitched comments as the teens talked to each other. Levi wrinkled his nose, unsure if it was because most of the boys and Sasha were eating with their mouths open or the stink from the teens. 'Titans kill people, not soap and water for fuck's sake,' he thought. Then, 'You're supposed to eat with your mouth, not your clothes, Eren; pigs eat tidier!'

Fingers around his tea cup, deep breath in, counting in his mind, trying to find any piece of remaining patience left in him. The heat of the ceramic, the smell of a good brew invading his senses. Peace, peace at least in some form.

"Captain?" Eren's childish voice came from his right, breaking the mental relaxation. Slowly opening his eyes, silently checking on the titan shifter. "Today we will have 3DMG training?"

"Yes," he replied slowly. The smile on the teen's face, the happiness. 'Like a kid in a candy store,' he thought. He would even dare to admit to himself that the ridiculously childishness was almost endearing; it could have made a subtle smile appear on his face with the rest of his team cutely asking if "he slept well."

Until… "Jean! Stop kicking me under the table!" "I'm not kicking you; I'm simply taller! I need more space!" "You're only 5cm taller, you asshole!" mixed with Sasha pushing a bread down her throat.

Dead tired eyes admired the scene, 'I love my job… I swear I do.'

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klausysworld · 6 months

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Much needed Vacation

Klaus loves to travel and after a thousand years of being on edge he was more than happy to relax for a while.

Since unlocking his werewolf side he was able to feel temperatures more, he would wear thicker clothes and added layers in the winter and had the desire to go shirtless everywhere in the summer. Not that I'm complaining but his siblings weren't the most fond.

Hope also found that she enjoyed the heat and so when I mentioned the idea of a vacation, the Mikaelsons were very excited. It was rare that the siblings were able to actually enjoy their luxuries but for the past for months everything had been lovely and calm and there was no sign of any threat for the near future.

So we flew first class, hired out a villa and claimed our rooms. Klaus had grabbed my hand and sped us to the biggest suit, bringing our bags and dropping onto the humongous bed with a pleased sigh.

I smiled and shut the door before opening our cases and beginning to put all our clothes on hangers and into the wardrobe. I could hear Klaus removing his clothes and pulling something else on, probably his swim trunks because Hope had been begging for them to go in the pool as soon as they arrived. I put our little wash bags into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom to see Klaus in his navy swim shorts and his wolf tooth necklace.

"You gonna go to the pool or the beach?" I asked as I sat beside him and traces my fingertips against the bare skin of his shoulders

"Pool, it's only the first day, I don't want sand to appear in all of my clothes for the next two weeks" he joked and I smiled widely. He just gazed at me for a moment before glancing to my shorts and t-shirt "are you coming?" he questioned with a tilt of his head

"Not today, it's already getting late and we agreed to cook the first night and to go out for food tomorrow. Elijah said he'd help." I explained and he hummed

"We can always go out for food, today, tomorrow, the whole holiday if you like. Don't stress about house tasks, just come relax, this was all your idea" he stood and tugged me by the wrist to stand which I did and I wrapped my arms around his neck

"I'm not stressing, I just want everything to go well. Besides if we eat out every day then it loses what makes it exciting" I reminded and he pouted

"Or it makes when you cook more special?" he offered and I gave him a look resulting in a sigh and a 'fine' before he gave me a kiss and disappeared out to the pool with Hope, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Freya whilst Elijah, Hayley, Davina and I were inside preparing food and inspecting the villa.

The first week consisted of nothing but the pool, snacks and sunbathing. The second week we began doing activities and taking day trips either all together or in groups or couples, plus Hope of course depending on who she wanted to spend the day with.

More often than not it was Klaus and I and whilst it was really sweet and we all had fun, I could see Klaus getting frustrated. We hadn't been intimate the entire vacation so far because someone was always awake during the night due to the heat and usually it was Hope. None of the walls were sound proof and the doors didn't have locks. Although Klaus was willing to risk it, I didn't want to traumatise Hope on her first family holiday.

But I knew he would burst soon. His hard non was permanent and he would press it against me at every possible opportunity, whispering dirty words or quietly begging for me to touch him. Klaus always went one way or the other when he got needy, either he got overly dominant or very submissive. I think this time, because the environment was to calm and everyone was happy, he became more subby and whiny for one-on-one attention rather then when he's agitated all the time and unable to grasp his emotions.

So I decided to check out the beach, people seemed to clear off in early evening for food and the entertainment facilities nearby so I planned to bring Klaus down around then.

I set up a blanket so we didn't have to sit on the burning hot sand and put a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice before going to get Klaus. I dragged him out with the promise of a surprise.

"Trust me okay? You'll like it" I told him as he huffed and puffed about wanting to know before we got there.

By the time we got there the sun was starting to set but the air remained hot, I lead him across the sand to the place I'd set up. His expression seemingly softened and a smile pulled at his pretty pink lips.

I pulled him down onto the blanket and kicked my sandals off. I lifted my dress off and put it on the edge of the blanket so that I was in only my bikini. I looked back to him to see him throwing his shirt away toward the sea and then his shorts so he was left in his briefs. I let out a short laugh and got onto my hands and knees, crawling on top of him and pressing him down by his chest.

His lips were on mine in a second though his kisses were much softer and more passionate than I expected if I were honest. His arms slid round my waist and his mouth opened as though begging for my tongue inside. I obliged of course and deepened the kiss, my knees squeezed his sides gently and my hands stroked at the stubble along the top of his neck and jaw to his face. I sucked gently at his tongue to make his groan. His hands wondered to untie the string keeping my breasts in place, the bikini top fell into him and then his hands moved to my bottoms. He tossed them away and whined into my mouth as he pressed his clothed dick between my legs.

I pressed my mouth firmly to his for a moment before pulling back to look between us and pull his briefs off his legs and to the sand. His hands were already pulling me back down via the back of my neck making me breath out a laugh and kiss at his lips until they were swollen and parted.

My hand stroked the length of his cock a few times to make sure he was ready but it was pretty obvious by now that he was more than ready.

I guided him inside me easily, letting out a relieved moan as he filled me inch by inch. He groaned and rocked his hips gently, his eyes closed and head falling back so our lips detached. I let out a hot breath and pressed against his chest, lifting myself up and bouncing slowly on his lap. I could see the sun starting to hide behind the softly crashing waves and the warm breeze skimmed over the both of us while we moved as one.

I could feel him pulsate inside me as his lashes fluttered against the apples of his cheeks and his swelled lips stayed parted to let out broken breaths of air. I tightened around him every few thrusts to watch his brows pull together. I smiled a lazy seeming smile as I rubbed my thumb in little circles on his sweat glazed chest.

"See? Told you...you'd...like it" I murmured breathlessly and he let out a chuckle and thrusted his hips up.

"mm love it" He whined and I grinned, moving a little faster so that my lower tummy began to twist pleasantly. His hands pulled at my hips to angle them differently, this position caused his tip to brush my spot and my hips to stutter before moving with more need.

He grunted and let out mumbled moans as he moved with more force. My hand fell forward to his side, landing in the sand instead of the blanket making me groan but clutch at the surface regardless. I could feel each grain brush between my fingers as the soft smack of his balls against my filled the air between our mix of panting.

I groaned when I felt my clit tingle and crave for attention. I dropped my spared hand down to where I needed and put my fingertips to use. I felt myself flutter around him and in response heard him let out a low moan. He squeezed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled when he pushed me into the sand, it all sticking to the pair of us.

"we'll sort it later" he muttered as he thrust his hips with more control and power. His pace quickened and his grip on my hips tightened as did I.

"Oh god" I whispered with a whimper. His face dropped to the side of my face, his soft lips pressing light kisses against my cheek and neck as I felt myself flood with warmth. I kept sliding my fingers over my clit, faster and faster until I felt that I couldn't stop. My sounds became a blur along with my vision as I listened to his encouraging whispers to let go.

"Fuck Nik, please-" I whined and he kissed my lips harshly. I let out a series of gasps when I felt him slam into my spot repeatedly, the heat from the air, the sand and our bodies all seemed to merge as I felt that powerful sensation rush through me and down my thighs as I let out a surprisingly loud cry of pleasure.

My hand slid out against the sand as my body went limp, legs falling to my sides and my face pressed into his chest. His breathing was heavy as thick ropes of cum shot into me without warning. My eyes were closed and I groaned slowly, my thighs trembled gently for a moment before I relaxed fully beneath him.

I could feel his warm hands cup my face and I slowly opened my eyes, smiling up at him as he kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you” I whispered and he chuckled softly

“It was your gift sweetheart, I should be thanking you” he corrected but I shook my head

“You did more” I whispered as he moves his hands under my back and lifted me up making me huff when sand fell from my hair.

“I really didn’t love but it’s sweet that you think so” he teased and I rolled my eyes

“Doesn’t matter” I mumbled and he smiled, holding me close making me wrap my arms around him.

We stayed on the beach for a while, trying to get as much sand off me as possible before getting up and trying to find out clothes.

Eventually we got back to the villa, everyone was in the pool and our food was sat waiting on the side making me smile as we took our plates to our room.

The rest of the week went perfectly and once we returned home we lasted another 3 full days before a major argument broke out and the longing for a holiday was back.

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The Dog Days are Over

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader Soulmate AU

Chapter 2

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Pronouns Used: They/Them

Summary: It’s a short time off for task force 141 when Ghost bumps into you at your bookshop. It sends a spark through both of you, but Ghost quickly shrugs it off and leaves. However, when he gets back to base, ready to sleep before a new mission he feels a body next to him in bed. He immediately grabs a knife only to find out it’s you with wide eyes and a trembling body.

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Warnings: Typical COD MW2 Dialogue & Violence | Slow Burn | Soap makes a few innuendos | If I have missed any let me know!

Ghost sighs heavily as he slowly gets off of your chest where he held his blade. You’re still shaking as he removes himself from you. Reaching out to the left, Ghost turns on the lamp on his bedside table, lighting up the entire room. He’s now thanking whatever God is out there that he wears his balaclava while he sleeps.

“Now is probably the worst time to ask, but what’s your name?” Ghost wasn’t sure who could be more embarrassed in this situation.

You gave Ghost your name, trying to keep your voice from shaking and redeem your dignity.

“Ghost,” You whisper out, trying not to invoke the man in front of you any more than you already have.

“Yeah?” He looks at his door which he makes sure is closed before he looks back at you.

“What do I do? Are we still close to my bookstore, the one you visited yesterday?” Ghost’s piercing gaze and lack of a shirt cause you to look down at your hands as you ask.

Ghost lets out a grunt and nods his head firmly twice.

“‘Bout an hour out from the city. I’ll get dressed, check if everyone’s in their quarters, then I can drive you wherever you need.” You nod your head at Ghosts’ words, thankful that he would be willing to do that.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You sigh, slipping out from his bedsheets.

Ghost coughs, getting your attention and that’s when you realize what you are wearing. A loose tank top with sleeping shorts that have ridden up too far for comfort. You look away from him as you quickly fix yourself, hoping he doesn’t notice your embarrassment.

“Do you have something I can wear, in case we run into someone?” You look back at Ghost with pleading eyes.

“I’ve got something, sit on my bed while I grab it.”

You take a seat on Ghosts’ bed while he stands up and begins to rummage through the drawers of the small dresser in front of his bed. While he rummages, you take a good look around his room. It’s plain other than the light blue paint that covers the walls and a single photo that sits on the bedside table. The photo looks to be of a group of men, Ghost looks to be in the middle of the photo looking as stoic as always with a mask covering his face.

“Put these on.” Ghost chucks a sweatshirt and sweatpants at you.

Both of the items have an insignia on them, but you can’t figure out what it stands for. You stand up from the bed sliding on the sweatpants and shirt over your sleeping clothes. Looking at Ghost, you notice that he already has put on a shirt and pants. You watch him grab the knife he had from the bed, putting it into his pant pocket before heading towards the door of his room.

“Not a word until I tell you to come with me, ya’ hear?” Ghost speaks lowly.

You nod your head, standing beside the bed as you watch Ghost take a step outside of the room for a second. You have no idea what to do at this point. Not only will you possibly teleport to your soulmate now, but a soulmate who is in the military. You don’t know the branch, or what he does, what if you end up on the battlefield in pajamas one day?

The door opening breaks you out of your thoughts as a man walks through. However, it is not Ghost and your heart falls to your feet as you see he is fully geared up looking like he’s ready to head to war.

“You aren’t Ghost are ya?” The man’s eyes widen and he chuckles. “Did Ghost finally bring someone for a good time?”

You stand in shock unsure of what to do for a second before you see Ghost show up behind the man.

“Johnny! Get outta my room, how many times do I have to tell ya?” Ghost pushes past the man, Johnny.

“I was just speaking to your…friend here, they’re quite shy, aren’t they? Have a good night last night?” Johnny’s eyebrow lifts as his mouth shapes into a smirk.

“Piss off and leave me alone, I’m just takin’ them home now.” You notice Ghost doesn’t seem too bothered by Johnny, just more annoyed with him than anything.

Johnny ignores Ghost and enters the room, walking up to you with a smile. You notice his hair seems to be shaved on both sides giving him a mohawk of sorts on his head. He holds his hand out to you.

“My name’s Johnny, but you can call me anytime.” You try not to roll your eyes as you give him a small smile and shake his hand giving him your name in return.

Looking over at Ghosts’ death glare at Johnny, you decide not to engage with him anymore.

“As lovely as it was to meet you Johnny, Ghost has to take me home. You see I didn’t come here on my own I actually-”

“They wanted my help with their college project on the military so I agreed to help them. They’ve been asking me questions all night, and now it’s time for me to drive them home. Not a word to this to anyone or I make you run laps until your heart collapses.”

Ghost grabs your hand, causing a spark to run down your hand. He shoves Johnny out of his way as he grabs his keys off of the bedside table before leaving his room. You look up at Ghost to see his eyes have returned to their natural stoic look. As you two continue to walk through several hallways, you notice that he hasn’t moved his hand away from yours.

Rounding a rather large room, you notice the amount of military-grade trucks, cars, and even tanks located in this space. You pause your walking for a moment to take in all of the machines in front of you. Ghost stops moving when he feels your hand pull him back. That’s when he notices your amazement.

“It’s a lot, right? Does it scare you?” Ghost looks down at you.

“No, it’s just so much, you guys must be special to have all of this equipment.” Ghost scoffs at that.

He wishes you never saw any of this, he leads you along hoping you can forget this has ever happened. When he finds his truck in the parking deck, he opens the door allowing you to get in first before he heads around to the driver’s seat.

You settle into your seat in his truck, making sure to buckle in before Ghost starts the engine. Looking out of the window, you can see the large military base get smaller and smaller as Ghost drives away from the location. You tell him the location of your flat and the two of you sit in silence for a minute.

Ghost calls out your name softly, the humming of the truck making it hard for you to hear him.

“Yes?” You look over to see Ghost’s face glued to the road in front of him.

“We need to talk about this.” You keep your eyes on him waiting for him to speak first.

“Look, I don’t know anything about soulmates, never grew up learning that kind of shit. Never found soulmates interestin’. Yet, I found a soulmate without even lookin’ for you. I had no idea soulmates could do…this.” Ghost makes a noise that almost sounds like a laugh.

“So, you never learned about how soulmates worked. Like teleporting or the first touch, none of it?” You’re genuinely shocked to hear that someone didn’t know that much.

“I’ve heard about the first touch, in passing many guys at the base would be talking about their first touch. When I felt it, I thought that would be it. Turns out there’s something called teleporting. Feels like I’m in a fuckin’ movie.” Ghost sighs.

“When you touch your soulmate, like we did, you gain a connection with them. It’s a connection far deeper than love, it’s like your soul becomes intertwined with theirs. When that happens, there is something called teleporting, some people call it jumping. It usually happens when one soulmate is feeling an intense emotion. I’m not sure why it happened to us at night.” You slumped back a little trying to figure out how it happened.

Ghost knew exactly why it happened, he remembered his nightmare well enough to know his emotions were highly elevated.

“No idea, maybe you were having some sorta’ dream, yeah?” Ghost tries to make his question sound convincing.

“That’s probably what it was!” You smile, glad to have solved the puzzle.

“No hold on, don’t get too excited. I still have somethin’ very important to talk to you about.” Ghost stopped at a red light and face you, his mask hiding all but his eyes. “I can’t tell you ‘bout my job, but I think you could see for yourself that I don’t own something as cute as a bookstore like you. If you end up ‘jumping’ as you called it into a battlefield…I just can’t handle that.”

You’re eyes widen in terror as you think about that scenario again. How the fuck could you survive a battlefield? The light turns green, Ghost moves his head back to the road, but he still glances over at you.

“Well,” You breathe deeply. “How do the other soldiers figure it out?”

“I don’t know, I will have to ask one of my superiors tomorrow. Thanks to you, I will have to miss my mission with my team tomorrow, so that gives me time.” Ghosts’ grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“Okay, before I leave, do you want my number? Not that we have to see each other or anything, but just so you can let me know what they decide to do with you.” You laugh softly, trying to lift the mood.

“Sure.” Ghost pulls his truck in front of your flat, placing it in park before handing you his phone.

You notice quickly as you go to his contacts that there are only five people in his contacts and no recent calls. It makes you realize how serious his job probably is if all he has is a buner phone. You place his phone back in his hand before opening the door of his car.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You hop down to the concrete below.

“Simon.” You barely hear the name.

“Who?”

“My name. It’s Simon.”

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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I've been dreaming of the Benevolent Sovereign of the Oasis.

Sun and shadow. Two existences, locked in a perpetual cycle, unable to be without the other.

It hurts to part ways, but reunion is that much sweeter.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

His eyes flutter open, and the instant his awareness hits, so, too, does the lightning in his veins. He throws his covers off and scrambles out of bed. His phone is in his hand in seconds, the calendar app opened.

It's just as he anticipates.

“Today’s the day!!”

Kalim's exhilarated shout stirs the entire mansion. Various hired help glance up from their tasks—private chefs in the middle of their prep work, housekeepers tending to the laundry, gardeners watering the flowers—and tut or sigh.

"There goes the young master again," they’d murmur amongst themselves. "He's so excitable."

It's not an unusual occurrence, but this time is especially special. The notice had gone out months in advance, the most skilled laborers called in from all corners of the world for the event. He had counted down the days, cancelled all his meetings.

Just for this.

Kalim breaks into a sprint down the corridor, his sandaled feet pounding the polished floors. He skids around a corner and continues his frantic pace, almost knocking over a valet. The servant stumbles, but Kalim grabs his hands and pulls him up into a spin.

"It's today, it's today!!" he squeals, earning a blank stare from the valet.

"Yes, sir. The staff are all aware. The preparations are well underway, so you needn't be concerned."

"Gahahah, everyone's already hard at work this early in the morning!" Kalim’s boisterous laugh bounces off the high ceilings. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Oh no, please leave the work to us... Y-Young master? Young master, where are you going?!"

"I'm going to check up on some things, don't mind me!!" Kalim calls back. He has already taken off, leaving the valet stunned.

"... Well, he's certainly become more proactive."

Kalim sticks his head into the dining room. The table is large enough to host his entire family plus several guests, but today it is set only for two. The seats are intimately situated across from one another, their best plates, silverware, and cloth napkins set out to welcome the diners.

The centerpiece, an ice sculpture of a viper with its hood flared out, sparkles in the morning sunlight. It would be a puddle by now, had it not been enchanted to never melt.

Servants are busy setting up a banquet: crisp vegetables, steamed fish, crusted breads, seasoned meats. His stomach tosses uncomfortably when he passes the seven kinds of curry laid out in a row--but he reassures himself with the reminder that his guest is sure to love them.

The kitchen didn't skim on the beverage selection either. There are sparkling juices, rich soups, spiced coffee, and black tea, accompanied by a large pot of white sugar with which to sweeten it. For dessert, fresh fruits (no dates!), flaky layered pastries, ice-creams, and cakes dipped in sugar syrups, topped with crushed pistachios and candied orange peels.

"Care to sample, sir?" a servant asks Kalim. They offer a trey of appetizers, each with an odd stone-colored dollop.

He obliged, popping one into his mouth. "Mmm! What's this gray stuff? It's delicious!"

"The head chef's secret recipe, young master. He thought to bring it out of his recipe cards today in honor of the celebration."

"Wow, he's really going above and beyond for this!!" Kalim glances at his staff. Now the orchestra is filing in with their instruments, and a massive roast duck on a bed of fried garlic and scallions is being laid out on the table. Another team is stringing up lanterns, and a skilled animal tamer enters, hauling a crate of colorful parrots. "Everyone is. I really appreciate it.

"... Oh, hey!" He snaps his fingers, a spark in his eyes--as though he has just come up with a great idea. "I know! Since you've been putting your all into this, I think it's only fair you get to get off work early and have a chance to relax too!"

"Erm, sir--that's very generous of you, but we aren't even done setting things up yet. The decorations especially..."

"It's fine, I've got this!" Kalim turns to the rest of the workers calls out, waving his arms. "Hey, everyone! You're free to go! Grab some nice food from the kitchen on your way out. I can handle the rest!"

The staff look confused, but not one of them protests. Some shrug and immediately exit, others anxiously wait for their peers to go before they follow. Before long, the room is cleared.

"Alright, let's do this...!"

Kalim produces his magical pen and waves it in an arc. Golden sparkles rain down, animating nearby objects.

Plates, forks, spoons, and knives march to the long table themselves. Flowers settle into crystal vases. Banners and lanterns float up, pinning themselves in place.

There we go.

"Squawk, squawk, squawk!!"

Kalim follows the cacophony to the cage of parrots left behind by the animal tamer. They're scrambling around, looking longingly at the decorations that had been raised to the ceiling.

He brightens with understanding. "Oooh, I get it! You want to get out and stretch your wings too!"

Kalim hesitates, turning the choice over in his head. "'Hmm, well... Technically, you're not supposed to be released until he gets here."

A showy spectacle--that is how Kalim envisions it. A whirlwind of flashy feathers to welcome him back. But the longer he looks at the wide, wet eyes of the parrots, the more the sadness swells in his chest.

Poor little guys, bound to a cage.

"... Okay, I've decided! You can come out and stretch your wings, I'll just need you back on the ground before the big surprise. Then you can fly all you want when he gets here."

Kalim kneels, fiddling with the lock on the cage. The door easily slides open, and--

FLAP, FLAP, FLAP!!

The entire flock rushes out, sending Kalim flying back onto his bum. He braces against the powerful beating of wings, the talons and beaks nearly scraping his skin.

A voice cuts through the noise.

"Kalim!"

Someone tackles right into him, forcing him to the ground. The world violently tilts, and suddenly Kalim is staring at a ceiling swarming with golden lights and a vaguely shaped shadow looming over him.

"I thought you had matured a little since I departed, but it looks as though you still have your moments where you're hopeless without me. I didn't think the first thing I'd do when I got back was protect you, but here we are."

He blinks rapidly. His vision slowly corrects, lines drawing together and forming a crisper image.

That face.

He recognizes it.

His old friend, dressed in sandals, khakis, and a bright yellow T-shirt embroidered with pink tropical flowers. He wears a cap that resembles a cartoon character--a dog with floppy black ears. The man had entered with suitcases, which were dropped by the door the instant he jumped to Kalim's defense.

"Jamil...!"

Kalim yanks him into a hug. His face turns, tears welling in his eyes. "Y-You came!! And you came so early...!!"

"Of course I did. I promised you I'd return home after my travels," Jamil sighs, patting his emotional friend's back. "I was planning on surprising you first, but..."

He gives the dining room and its extravagant flourishes a glance. Parrots are roosting in the banners, popping the balloons, or stealing vegetables and fruit from the flatters.

"... It looks like you've beaten me at my own game," he says tactfully.

"Yeah!" Kalim sniffs, wiping at his tears. "I... I wanted to welcome you home with a huge celebration!!"

"... Idiot. I didn't come back for any of this. Not food, not music, not pets, not decorations. There's one thing that the Scalding Sands has that no other place in Twisted Wonderland does: my best friend."

"Awww, Jamil...!" Kalim's eyes wet again. He lets out a happy sob, reburying his face in Jamil's shoulder. "It's good to have you back!!"

He sighs deeply. Despite this, Jamil still manages a smile. "It's good to be back with you, Kalim."

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magicfootballstuff · 1 year

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Strictly Unprofessional - part 6 (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: You’ve just landed your dream job as a photographer at FC Barcelona Femení. The only problem? You hooked up with the captain five years ago and haven’t seen her since.

Part 6/9

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Though you’ve only been at Barcelona a few months, you’ve come to realise that Alexia wins a lot of trophies.

Every so often you’re tasked with taking photos of Alexia with her newest award for social media and that’s your job this afternoon. She’s changed out of her usual sports kit into a dark suit which she wears over a white tank top, and it’s a nice enough day that you’ve decided to take the pictures outside in front of the Barcelona crest on the wall by the main entrance to the training centre.

“I hate photoshoots,” Alexia confides in you, as you position her so that the crest is visible behind her.

“Really?” you ask, stepping back behind your tripod to check the framing of the shot on the camera display. “I’d have thought they’d be second nature by now. Just move slightly to your left please.”

Alexia shuffles across until you give her a thumbs up.

“I guess it’s like you say about doing shoots like this compared to taking pictures of us in training,” Alexia explains. “It’s much less natural. And I have to be the Alexia the world wants me to be, not the Alexia I actually am.”

You take a couple of test shots to check the lighting, before you ask, “And what would the actual Alexia do after winning an award?”

“I don’t know,” Alexia answers with a shrug. “Chill at home in my pyjamas with my dog?”

An idea pops into your head and you step out from behind the tripod to ask, “Do you trust me?”

Alexia frowns at you, curiosity in her eyes.

“Why?”

“Let’s do this shoot because it’s my job and we have to, but why don’t we do another one later?”

“I’ve just told you I hate photoshoots and your answer is to do another one?” Alexia says, arching an amused eyebrow.

“You can say no, but why not let me take some pictures of you at home with your dog and your pyjamas and anything else you like. Give me a chance to show the real Alexia.”

Alexia considers the suggestion but you can see that she’s still doubtful. You instantly kick yourself - she’s already made it clear she doesn’t like being photographed and you’ve probably just made her incredibly uncomfortable.

“Never mind, it was just a dumb idea…”

“I trust you,” Alexia interrupts you. “Let’s do it. Are you free tonight? I can order takeaway.”

“That sounds great.”

———

True to her word, when you arrive at Alexia’s apartment she greets you at the door with a takeaway menu for a local Thai restaurant and your camera bag is quickly dropped by the door and forgotten as you order dinner.

When the food arrives, you settle on Alexia’s couch and watch an episode of a new reality show you’ve heard some of the girls talking about. You haven’t seen it before but half an episode in you quickly realise why it’s popular - it’s just bad enough to be addictive. What makes it better is Alexia’s commentary, chiming in every so often with a joke or a scathing judgement. At one point, she sends you into a fit of giggles so hard that you choke on a noodle, and Alexia has to pause the show just to check that you’re okay.

As the credits roll at the end of the episode, Alexia starts to clear away the plates and you retrieve your camera bag. You’ve brought your smaller camera and none of the fancy equipment, wanting to stay true to your word about making this authentic rather than staged.

“Oh, so you wait until after I’ve got a stomach full of food to take pictures?” Alexia asks, returning to the room and eyeing up your camera as she sits back down on the couch.

“I thought this was about capturing the real Alexia,” you remind her. “Food baby and all.”

“Ugh, fine,” Alexia groans. She leans down to pick up Nala, before cooing at the dog, “You’ll just have to sit in Mami’s lap to hide her belly, won’t you Nala?”

You click the shutter of your camera a few times in quick succession, capturing a few photos of Alexia showering Nala with kisses and scratches. Alexia looks up at you, mouth pressed together in disapproval, and Nala uses the distraction as an excuse to leap off Alexia’s lap. You can’t help but take the opportunity to get a picture of Alexia glowering at you too, because her pout is just too cute.

“A little warning next time?” Alexia asks.

“Just pretend I’m not here. Act naturally.”

“Do you know how hard it is to try to act natural when somebody tells you to act natural?” Alexia speaks up. “Like which way do I normally cross my legs? Do I normally cross my legs at all?”

To emphasise her point, Alexia crosses and uncrosses her legs a few times each way, before she slumps back against the couch and props her feet up on the coffee table next to the empty takeaway containers. You snap a quick picture, then a few more when Nala jumps up onto the sofa again and nestles against Alexia’s thigh.

“Anyway, I have something special for this,” you tell Alexia, reaching into your camera bag and pulling out another camera, this one from your own personal collection that you would never take with you to work.

“Is that a Polaroid camera?” Alexia asks, her eyes lighting up. “I used to have one of those when I was younger. Then my sister took it and broke it and my parents refused to get me a new one.”

“Watch the TV again,” you direct Alexia.

“You know, this is the most staged unstaged photoshoot ever,” Alexia jokes, though she does as instructed and turns her attention back to the television.

“Are you this mouthy with other photographers too?”

“No,” Alexia says, glancing up at you with a smile just starting to creep onto her face. “Only you get this honour.”

With the Polaroid camera in your hands, you point it at Alexia and get a quick photo of her mid-smirk.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready!” she protests, as the camera spits out the undeveloped picture.

“Exactly, that’s the whole point.”

You round the coffee table and sit down beside Alexia on the couch on the side not occupied by Nala as you wait for the photo to develop. The picture slowly appears, of Alexia caught slightly off-guard in a half smile, her gaze fixed at something behind the camera. She’s looking at you, you realise, and you stare at the photo in awe as it finishes coming into focus. It’s like you’re holding a tiny piece of your friendship in your hands, the picture capturing that bond between you more than it captures Alexia herself.

Alexia must see that too, because she asks, “Do I always look at you like that?”

“Like what?”

The silence between you is tense. It feels like the air in the room could ignite, though whether it’ll be a fire of passion or a flaming inferno of destruction is still yet to be decided.

“Never mind,” Alexia says, shutting down the conversation but leaving your curiosity piqued. “It’s my turn.”

Alexia reaches for the camera, but you hold it out of her reach.

“I don’t think so.”

“Come on,” Alexia pleads, leaning across your lap and plucking the camera from your outstretched hand. “You had to know I’d ask at some point. I’m your apprentice after all.”

“I only have limited film for this camera,” you try to make excuses. “We can’t waste it.”

“Then a selfie,” Alexia says, flipping the camera around so that the lens points at you both. “So we’re both in it.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, a selfie is the opposite of a photoshoot,” she pleads with you, lifting the camera and stretching out her arm.

You turn your head to look at her, and whine, “Alexia…”

You hear the click of the camera and know she’s probably caught you at your worst, payback for all the photos you’ve taken of her over the last few months. Satisfied with her actions, Alexia lets you take back your camera but keeps the newest photo as it develops, maybe scared you’re going to rip up her latest attempt at photography if you don’t like the result.

The image finally comes into focus and you look at it as she holds it.

It’s raw in a similar kind of way to the one you took of her. The angle of the selfie and the lack of a front facing camera to aid means that only three quarters of Alexia’s face is in view, but while she’s smiling at the camera, the image of you is a side profile because you’re looking at Alexia with a look of what can only be described as adoration in your eyes.

You suddenly realise what the question she asked earlier meant.

“Do I always look at you like that?”

“Like what?” Alexia parrots your earlier question back to you.

Feeling bolder than perhaps she was, you respond breathlessly, “Like I want to kiss you.”

You hear Alexia’s breath catch in her throat, before she answers, “Sometimes. Do you?”

“Do I what?”

Though you’re almost certain you know what she’s asking, you need to hear her say it.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Sometimes,” you answer just as elusively as she did.

“How about now?”

You really do. Alexia is right there, it would be so easy to lean across and close the gap. And here, alone in Alexia’s apartment with only Nala as your witness, is the most privacy you’ve had since you found yourselves in a hotel room in Ibiza five years ago.

But something is nagging you at the back of your mind, telling you that this isn’t a good idea. Your thoughts are clouded by Alexia’s proximity and you need a clear mind to decide if you’re willing to put it all at risk for a chance at happiness.

“Alexia,” you start. “I…”

I like you, is what you should say. I want to kiss you. I want to be with you.

But what you actually end up saying is, “I should go home.”

“Fuck,” Alexia says, panic in her eyes. “I’ve made you uncomfortable. Forget I said anything.”

“No, it’s fine!” you’re quick to say. “I’ve just … got a lot to do tomorrow. I should get back home.”

You get to your feet and start to collect your photography equipment, busying yourself with that to avoid having to look Alexia in the eye. You don’t know what you might do, what mistakes you might make, if you allow yourself even a second to look at her.

“Did I do something wrong?” Alexia asks. “Did I take it too far?”

“No,” you try to tell Alexia. “You did nothing wrong. It’s all on me. My head’s a mess. I promise it’s not your fault.”

“You really don’t have to go,” Alexia says. “We can watch another episode. I promise I won’t do anything, or say anything, to make it weird.”

The problem is that it’s not Alexia that you don’t trust not to make it weird.

Do you want to kiss me?

Alexia’s words echo in your ears and your brain is screaming that yes, you do want to kiss her. And you’re not a hundred percent certain, but you get the feeling that Alexia probably wouldn’t push you off her if you did.

What if you said fuck it to your inhibitions and let yourself indulge? Would it really be so bad after all?

The temptation to make a mistake you might never come back from is too great if you stay.

As you stand by Alexia’s front door, camera bag slung over your shoulder, you have no idea how to say goodbye. But the hesitation gives you time to think, time to let your eyes drop to Alexia’s mouth and wonder again about kissing her.

What if…?

No. You can’t.

To stop yourself from at least attempting to kiss Alexia, you step into her personal space and give her a quick one-armed hug, too long to be fleeting but not long enough to actually mean anything.

“I’ll see you tomorrow? At Camp Nou?”

Alexia nods, her expression impossible to read.

“See you tomorrow,” she replies.

You can’t get out of Alexia’s apartment fast enough.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #strictly unprofessional

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misaverawrites · 9 months

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I wanna scream I love you from the top of my lungs (But i’m afraid that someone else will hear me) (Soap McTavish x Reader)

a/n: hi! long time no see haha, uh, here’s smth i wrote a long while ago, this takes place in the original MW timeline NOT the reboots, but, yk, same guy haha

tags: TF141 is just shipping y’all together, reader is on TF141, kissing, love confessions, suggestive themes, soap has a scottish accent

summary: You and Soap are stupidly pining, Task Force 141 knows and takes it into their own hands to convince you both to say something.

You couldn’t help yourself. Even if he was your superior, Soap had become more than just your captain. It was evident to the rest of Task Force 141, that they would see your eyes linger for just a moment too long at Soap’s hands when he’d hand you a gun.

What you didn’t know, however, is that they also noticed that he shared your lingering gazes, and heat-of-the-moment glances during a mission, making sure that you were still there, still alive. You were both clueless and the team decided that it would be up to them to knock any sense into either one of you, lest something stupid happens when it all becomes too much.

It all started when Roach pulled you aside when the two of you were off duty, you liked getting the opportunity to dress up, even when you were just going out to drink with The 141, your career was messy. You welcomed every opportunity to dress up, and so you wore a nice dress, nothing flashy, just your favorite. Roach shoots you a smile, sitting you down at the closest table.

“Think it’s just us tonight, Ghost and Soap just got back from another goose chase with Makarov, they might join us, might not.” You sigh, looking around the small bar, eyes darting for the door. “Soap is safe, no need to worry about him.” You clear your throat, wiping your hands on your dress, that reminder is enough for you. You look back at Roach, who offers you a wry grin, “So… the Captain?” You avert your gaze for just a second and then sigh.

“Nothing is going to come of it, so it doesn’t matter, Roach. Our job is to get Makarov and we are going to do our job. Anything else just… Well, it doesn’t matter.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. “You’re blind, the both of you. I mean, that man checks to make sure you’re still alive every five seconds. You just both need to check on each other at the same time, then maybe you’d see.”

Roach was being crazy, you had decided, Soap didn’t like you like that. It was too easy, nothing in your life was easy. You were fighting fucking terrorists, that was hell, and as you explained this to Roach he simply raised his eyebrows at you. “Don’t you deserve to be happy, then?” Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you had decided that at that moment, he had to be right. You’d always known it, but, hearing it from your best friend set it right. You stand up, looking over to Roach with a small smile, “You’re welcome.” He mutters, as you grab your bag, leaving a tip for the bartender, and take a quick shot. Liquid courage, you note to yourself as you rush out of the bar.

Your walk back to base, and to Soap’s room has you stuck inside of your own head. Your palms are sweaty, and you debate whether or not you’re actually going to throw up or if you’re just nervous. You lean towards nerves. Hopefully.

You stand outside of Soap’s room, staring at the door, debating whether now is the right time, the right place. Better here than on mission, right? Suddenly, the door flings open, and Ghost walks out of the room, he shoots you a look, one you could only note as knowing, and then you knock on the door, trying to keep it as gentle as possible while still getting his attention. Instead, he sees you when you walk in, his skin is flushed just looking at you.

“Captain…” You whisper and he holds his hand up, “Leftenant, um… (Y/N).” You’ve never seen him like this, “Fucken’ hell.” You take a step toward him, and he takes a step toward you. It’s quiet between the two of you until you clear your throat, here goes nothing. “Captain, I…” You clear your throat, and your stomach is jumping up into your throat, “I have feelings for you, Captain, I have had feelings for you for a while and I just… I needed to tell you, I needed to get it out and-.” Suddenly, you feel Soap’s arms underneath yours, and suddenly, his lips are pushing against yours. You’re kissing Soap, Soap is kissing you. Nothing else really matters, his lips are cold against yours, and you feel his fingers threading into your hair, you press your body into him and he quietly gasps a bit. You pull away from him, eyes full of concern and he shakes his head, “Just… a fresh bruise.” He chuckles, “Nothin’ t' worry about.” And you’re suddenly back in his arms. “Close the door, lass.” He murmurs against your lips and you oblige, his lips nipping at yours for just a moment.

You shut the door behind you, Soap pushing you tight up against now shut the doorframe and you yelp a bit, now it's his turn to pull away, looking at you with concern and yet also, you can't help but notice how widened his eyes are at this moment. "Are ye... okay?" Now, you shake your head. "Nothing a little bit of help can't fix, Captain." His eyes darken a bit and you use this opportunity to pull Soap's lips back to yours while his hands travel down your body, attaching themselves to your lower hips.

"Count this as your training for tomorrow, Leftenant."

#soap mctavish #soap mctavish x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap mactavish #captain mactavish #johnny mctavish #soap mactavish x reader #captain mctavish x reader

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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can i rq general hcs for antonio? thank you 💜

I’ve been a little more hesitant to tackle the Hunters, (aside from Ithaqua) just because I’ve been unsure how much to lean into them being the “villains” of the manor. And honestly I’m still a little wishy-washy about their characterizations…but anyway, I’m gonna give it a go with Antonio here (because I’ve got requests for him ;) ) and you guys please feel free to tell me if it feels off.

-Antonio is, first and foremost, depressed. And all his coping mechanisms are self-destructive. When life got hard, he turned to alcohol, and then later to gambling. And then, you know, to making a deal with the devil or something. The combination of those broke his wallet, his love, and then his spirit. His fuse is shorter now as a result, but instead of blowing up he moreso just…deflates.

-Despite being a Hunter, a “bad guy,” he’s probably better now than he was before. The biggest issue now is really the whole possession thing. He’s not exactly what you’d call “in control” of his body a good chunk of the time. Exactly when he’s going to lose control is generally unpredictable, aside from feeling like an invisible string of hair has coiled around his wrists shortly before. It happens a lot in matches, where he’s otherwise hesitant to be all that brutal, as well as when his mood gets low enough like above. But when he is in control, history has made Antionio milder than he was before his initial spiral.

-He still really likes his alcohol, but he’s better about taking it in moderation now. The other Hunters help to keep him in check about this as well, if not because they care about him then because he makes for an annoying, hot-headed drunk. He tends to pick fights when he’s really wasted and why would they want to deal with that?

-Gambling is also still problem for him, but since money doesn’t matter in the manors it’s both less concerning and less thrilling. He and some of the other Hunters place bets on matches, staking things like higher-end foods and favors to one another. He’s often requested to play specific pieces of music for people when he loses—particularly ones he dislikes.

-Because of the greedy imprisonment he suffered, Antonio dislikes spending long periods indoors, and especially in his room. He spends as much time outside as possible, enjoying the garden flowers and a cool breeze. On full moons, when there’s nothing planned, he usually goes wandering about to try and find any survivors doing the same. He enjoys the fresh company, for the most part, and even considers some of them friends.

-Antonio is among the most displeased of the Hunters, regarding the set-up for matches. Despite his history as a violent drunk, he takes no pleasure in hurting people, and he’s bitter about possibly having to be “evil” for the rest of eternity. The fact that some of the survivors don’t hold the matches against him is a balm to his aching soul.

-While the violin is his instrument and weapon of choice, Antonio enjoys all of the arts. Any kind of music, visual, or performance. He understands the importance of self-expression, and loves to see people give themselves to it in earnest. What he dislikes are frauds. People who use art just to make a buck.

-The best love languages for Antonio are Quality Time and Acts of Service. He finds it incredibly sweet when others anticipate some of his needs and complete tasks for him in case his arms are taken and he’s unable to do them himself later. He also just enjoys spending time around his loved ones, it reminds him that he’s not some irredeemable monster. He prefers to show his love through Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch, often giving people sweet pet names and touching their arms.

-His hair is stronger than the game suggests. He can easily carry large items, other people, and even lift himself with it. He can hoist himself up to a second-story floor with relative ease, though being lifted by your scalp isn't exactly the most comfortable sensation, so he tries to avoid it.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv violinist #antonio paganini x reader #turbulentscrawl

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paraliveimaginesblog · 7 months

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inspried by the hajun drabble haha but maybe Yohei with an S/O taking a punch (or something of that kind) for him?

Yohei Kanbayashi:

Yohei had to fight to hold himself together.

Him getting injured was nothing, he knew how to fight and he knew how to do it well. He would’ve made sure that guy never fucked with him again if it had come down to that,

The hand holding your face had blood seeping through it, likely from the broken nose you had for jumping into a fight you had no place in. It was a stupid move, unnecessary and you hadn’t even gone over with the intention of being a human meat shield, but it seemed violence was destined to occur. It had occurred in less than a minute, and the fight afterward was even shorter as Yohei had never seen red the way he was now.

You’re a bit light-headed, pushing yourself out of the way of the scuffling as being stomped on wasn’t part of your injury wish list. A blank list, you remind yourself, a list that never should’ve existed if you had been just a little quicker. When a shadow came to loom over you, you really found yourself praying that it wasn’t Yohei’s opponent coming to finish the job. When your eyes meet his familiar amber ones you feel yourself tear up, now feeling even stupider as well as being in pain.

“Come on.” You can tell Yohei is biting his tongue from digging into you until you’ve at least stopped bleeding, hoisting you up but your arms and keeping you steady as he sought out somewhere much quieter. Your head continued to pound and your legs felt like lead, walking becoming an almost unbearable task; Yohei was doing most of the work now, solid arm wrapped around your waist and ready to catch you if you stumbled.

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

Time had passed yet again and you felt like you hadn’t been conscious for any of it, suddenly snapping to attention when Yohei’s gruff voice broke through the surrounding silence. You leaned back against the soft couch you were sitting on, taking another glance around the room to really take in the new environment; you had never been in Yohei’s apartment before, and you had to say this place felt very him. You would have continued your observations if he wasn’t snapping his fingers in front of you, bringing your attention back to him for a second time.

“Did you hit your head? Shit, I should’ve taken you to the hospital.”

“No… No, I don’t think so. My nose hurts.” You reached up to touch it and he pushed your hand away, “Oh, right. Probably shouldn’t.”

“You should still get that checked out by an actual doctor. Nothin’ looks out of place to me but…” Yohei crossed his arms, looking down at you as if he was about to dissect you. You don’t sense any actual maliciousness from him, as Yohei tended to be a lot of bark (only biting back those who really deserved it). “You gonna tell me what the hell you were thinkin’ now?”

“I wasn’t?”

“Clearly.” You pouted at that response.

“I wasn’t going to like, purposely throw myself in the way… I just thought I could come over and distract and that would help diffuse the situation. Just a slight…miscalculation.”

“It’s my job to protect you. Just don’t… Don’t get close again if something like that is happening.” Yohei let out a loud sigh, craving a cigarette or two; he hadn’t had the chance to smoke while dragging you somewhere safe and taking care of you. And if he’s being honest, he’s not all that tempted to leave your side so quickly. It was a hard to explain feeling, partially because of guilt since you never would’ve ended up in this situation if it weren’t for him, but there’s another part of him that knows even if he walked away he would still be thinking about you the entire time.

“Your job?”

“Huh?” Only a few seconds had passed but it seemed he hadn’t realized what he said.

“You said it’s your job to protect me." Your tone is playful and it seems whatever pain had struck you into a silence was beginning to fade, replaced with a smile that he both loved and hated. It meant trouble for him.

“…I think you did hit your head. Let’s go to the hospital now.”

“No way! Not until you admit what you just said—!”

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive Imagines #Paralive x Reader #yohei kanbayashi #kanbayashi yohei #yohei kanbayashi x reader #scenario

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cathedral-of-sinners · 1 year

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Insatiable

Kinktober Day 13 - Dry Humping + Pierro

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: Obligatory OOC warning, sub!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns or genitalia mentioned), swearing, petnames (darling, my star), orgasm denial (but like it’s once?), i write 'prepped yourself' but I'm referring to lube

“I’m busy.” It’s a phrase you’ve come to hate yet hear far too often. You understand the responsibility and workload that comes with being the first harbinger, but would it truly be the end of the world if Pierro just looked at you for a second?

“Darling, can’t you see I’m occupied at the moment?” Apparently, it would. Even as you take the familiar seat on his lap, lips littering kiss after kiss against his skin you yield no results. It takes you beginning to shift your hips to finally earn his attention, albeit only a fraction of it.

His large palm rests on your hip as he addresses you, but the words are lost on you, far too captivated by all that is him. Broad shoulders, piercing eyes, not to mention what's concealed beneath layers of clothing. Sat so close, can you really be blamed for venturing far off into your thoughts? Realizing this very thing, his lecture on leaving him dies on his tongue. Taking his silence you use it to say your own piece.

“Pierro, please. I’ve been lonely without you and…” you lean forward, voice hushed as you say your next words, “I’ve been thinking of you and your touch. How you fit nice and snug inside me while you ravish the rest of me.”

Pierro prides himself on his ability to keep himself in check, but that’s as a harbinger. As a man, he could hide his facial emotions all he wants, but there was no he could prevent the little twitch of his cock.

For another moment he doesn’t speak, simply staring at you as he plays with your confession in his mind. Just when you believe your efforts were futile, Pierro appears to come to some form of conclusion. He gives his response with no room for negotiation.

“Very well. Get yourself off. If you can do that much without disturbing me, I’ll reward you just as you wish.” It seemed like a fair deal, something you could do no problem. That and the heat pooling has started to become unbearable the longer you ignored it. So you nod resolutely, shifting around so that every slow grind you do brushes against his growing bulge, chest brushing up against his as you pant at the newfound friction. Surprisingly though, as soon as you start you’re stopped by thick fingers hooking under your chin and a thumb pressed on your lips.

The Jester meets your confused gaze with an even one, steel cold eyes empty. “I said no distracting me, my star,” he warns, waiting a moment before removing his hand, eyes flicking back to the paper in the other. What? You... have to stay silent? Perhaps this’ll be a little more challenging than you first imagined.

Swallowing thickly, you collect yourself, opting to bury your head in the crook of his neck. Receiving no objection to the action, you begin again. Silent.

Minutes pass and you refuse to admit the amount of time you nearly slipped up. A moan, a whimper, a sigh, you bat them down every time. You were lucky to get a warning the first time, but you know that should a repeat of your blunder happen again, Pierro might just stop you altogether before commanding you to leave and wait until he’s done. The mere notion strikes you with dread.

But dammit, it’s so fucking hard to stay quiet! Even covered he feels so damn good.

It’s worth it, you remind yourself, slipping your eyes shut. Yes, it's all worth it if you get a taste of his cock after - either metaphorically or literally you're not picky.

So deep in your task you nearly jumped at the suddenness of his voice, “look at you, making a mess of yourself.” You’re surprised to see his gaze focused on you after so much neglect. Your sex throbs at the new attention and you almost fear he could feel how just a simple look has you so needy.

You're not sure how to respond to his comment, or even if you can respond. Besides, he's right. His eyes no longer look at your half-hidden face but where your sex ruts against his, the growing wet spot hard to miss. If the pleasure wasn't so enrapturing you're sure you'd be burning in embarrassment.

Felling yourself grow close, you grind against the harbinger's bulge faster, chasing the high (how pathetic, cumming without me actually touching you Pierro thinks, silently watching you. He hates to admit it though, but, there's no denying the strain in his pants or how you're riling him up).

Orgasm within your reach, Pierro easily stops your rolling hips the moment he grips them tight. For the second time, you're left confused, pulling back to gaze at him, hoping to read what's on his mind. In one swift second everything is made clear when you find yourself bent over the large desk, papers pushed to make room.

"I suppose," Pierro breathes, hot air tickling the shell of your ear, "this outcome could not be prevented."

With one hand taking hold of your wrists, pinning them above you, the other holds your waist still, his own hips beginning to rut against the curve of your ass. There was something you found insanely hot about how you could feel his hard cock poke against you yet not actually feel the skin. A needy whine escapes your lips the more you think about it. A growl is what you get, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your back.

The First was never one to make a mess, at least not in the way he's about to, but as the coil in his lower abdomen tightens and the rub of his trousers spurs him further on, Pierro is left with a choice. Stop and finally claim you or cum now.

Well, he decides, why not both?

Slowing his thrusts just enough, he pulls down your garments and his, what he sees filling him with amusement, "you prepped yourself?"

You pant, "wanted to be ready for you..."

"Well done..." he murmurs, lining himself up. You're shaking in anticipation, feeling the tip of his cock spread you open. He sheaths himself fully, giving you no time to adjust as he resumes his previous pace. Within minutes Pierro's emptying himself in you, heat flooding your insides, though he never stops, intending to keep going until you cum as well.

The squelch that echoes in the room only serves to turn you on more, as is his persistent thrusts. Feeling him lean forward, you tilt your head to try and catch a glimpse, surprised when the male tips your head more himself, lips finding yours. The kiss is searing, the man above you in utter control of it. It's an eternity before he pulls back, travelling to place a shockingly tender peak against the crook of your neck.

"Cum for me, my star," he whispers, feeling your walls grip his cock iron-tight. The tickle of his hair and the warmth of his breath cause you to moan, the sound only doubling in volume when he hits that particular spot deep within, pushing you over the edge.

As your high washes over you, you rest your head against the desk, Pierro pulling you flush against his hips, set on feeling you spasm around his entire length. Only when you start to calm does he pull out, a mix of your release and his dribbling down your thighs. You nearly let out a cry at the loss of him, hips bucking back in hopes of feeling him “M-more, please Pierro~” you beg, still fighting to catch your breath. The male hums, eyes once more trailing between your legs, watching as his cum slowly flows out of your hole. Even through your haze you can tell where he's focusing on, spreading your legs a little more. Enticing.

He makes a pleased noise, hand groping the cheek of your ass. “Again? My star, you truly are insatiable aren’t you?” With a quick snap of his hips, he slips back in with ease, right to the hilt. “Very well then, you shall have your wish.”

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blues824 · 1 year

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Obey Me brothers with a female reader who's capable of manipulating all forms of earth (rocks, sand, metals, gemstones, dirt, glass, etc)? Happy New Year BTW!!

I made reader sound like Demeter, which wasn’t my intention.

Lucifer

The first moment he experienced your power was when you first arrived at the Devildom in the Council Room. You were scared, so you raised a boulder up (destroying the floor of the room), and held it so as to make sure you were ready to fight.

After calming you down, you apologized and fixed the floor, and it looked like it was never destroyed in the first place. Lucifer wasn’t even angry, he was impressed. He thought humans didn’t have powers, so this came as a shock to him.

From that point on, you only used your powers to threaten Mammon, which the eldest brother found quite amusing. It kept the second eldest in line, so Luci over here didn’t have a problem with it at all. He might actually let you have your go at him if you so desire.

Mammon

When you raised the boulder, he shrieked like a little child. Last time he checked, you weren’t a witch and therefore you shouldn't have this ability. Mans is cowering behind Lucifer, using him as a barrier to put some space between the two of you.

Once you calmed down, Mammon was still freaked out. You even fixed the floor, which made him panic even more. He was shaking in his boots. You apologized for scaring him, but he tried to convince you that he wasn’t scared at all. It might have worked if his voice didn’t crack.

From then on, he might ask you to use your power to help him evade either his brothers or the witches he made deals with. It’s your choice if you want to help him, and if you do he’ll get you something as a symbol of gratitude. You will be his favorite person.

Leviathan

He was honestly amazed when you made a boulder levitate, and in that moment you reminded him of so many different characters who had the same power. He was still very freaked out because you had the power to small all of them with the earth, but that was secondary to his fascination.

Once you calmed down and fixed the floor, Levi went in a whole rant about the many different characters you reminded him of. He got embarrassed about going off on a tangent, but you reassured him it was totally fine.

I feel like you both got close because he has a close connection with water, and you were one with the earth. You both had entire worlds to show each other, and you were the only one who was able to bring him outside just to talk to him about the fertility of a plot of land.

Satan

Mans was certainly shocked when you just threatened to crush everyone with a boulder upon first arriving at the Devildom, but he understood that this situation wasn’t very normal. So, he took on the task of calming you down (ironic, isn’t it?)

When he successfully deescalated the situation, he proceeded to ask you a bunch of questions about your earth manipulation abilities since they weren’t shown in your student profile. You gladly answered each of them, and that started a spark between the two of you.

Satan went on to conduct a bunch of research to find out more about your abilities, and how a human could accumulate them. You were glad to see someone so interested, so you gladly gave a few lessons on earth and the extent of your powers.

Asmodeus

He definitely let out a loud scream of terror when he saw the floor being torn up and formed into a roughly shaped ball for you to direct if anyone tried to attack you. What was worse was that his charm didn’t work on you, so he couldn’t really do anything besides hide behind his older brothers.

When you had calmed down, he admired your abilities as well as how beautiful you were. Beauty is strength, after all, and you definitely just showed that. So, he grew attached to you at the hip, much like he was normally.

As the two of you did skincare with each other at night, he would listen as you went on rants about how different the Devildom soil was compared to the Human Realm soil. You’ve even taught him how to take care of flowers so that he may keep his room beautiful and nice-smelling.

Beelzebub

He was ready to fight back when he saw the floor breaking up and being formed into rough spheres, as well as you getting ready to attack. Lucifer had everyone stop before anything got destroyed, and he explained what was going on.

Beel was quite impressed since he assumed you wouldn’t have any powers, and once you got settled in he asked if you wanted to go grab some food and talk a bit, to which you accepted (because who wouldn’t?). At the snack store, he asked a few questions about your earth manipulation, and you answered to the best of your abilities.

Through that one ‘date’, you both gained a connection that the demon never thought he would have. He loved you and the strength you show when you use your powers, and it’s the perfect durability test for him for training. Carrying a boulder has to give you at least a bit more muscle.

Belphegor

He got to first witness your power when you brought a bag of rocks with you to the attic when you first heard him calling for help. He didn’t expect you to fling a bunch of stones out of surprise at the gate that held him back from the rest of the realm.

After a few tries of hitting the gate with more rocks and no results, Belphie began planning out how he could use your powers to his benefit. However, as you came back to see him time and time again, he got to have a close relationship with you.

When he got out of his prison, he expected you to use your powers. He didn’t expect for a boulder to be hurled in his direction, hitting him in the head in the process. That allowed his brothers to get a hold of him before he could harm you, though.

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heliads · 2 years

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hii! if you do still write for the maze runner, could i have a minho and reader fic, kinda enemies to lovers where she gets drunk one night and insists on sitting next him and hes just really snarky and confused?she ends up laying her head on his shoulder and is completely enamoured by his hands? (absentmindedly plays with it,admires it) and the others notice it and tease them relentlessly, maybe he has to carry her to bed and she asks pleads for him to stay? and the next morning they get teased even more?? totally fine if you dont want to but thanks!!!💕

omg enemies to lovers with minho

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Minho only has time for two things right now: one, making it out of the Maze long enough to scratch out the day’s findings in the Map Room, and two, his best friend Newt. Today isn’t like the other days, although it seems like it due to the endless litany of tasks that always seem to await him. He wakes up early, he runs the Maze, he comes back and helps everyone else pretend that they’re totally getting closer to finding a way out, even though they aren’t. Even though they may never find such a thing.

That’s why Newt’s so high on Minho’s list of priorities right now. Today differs from the others because it’s an important day for the Gladers, it’s Greenie Day. Some unlucky kid was sent up here while Minho was out mapping the Maze, some kid who’s probably already fighting back tears at the prospect of being stuck out here with the rest of them until the day that he dies. It’s not a pleasant life, Minho can attest to that. The Greenbean’s about to find that out for himself.

Still, the newbie will be a part of the Glade from this day forward, which means that Minho’s either going to befriend him, tolerate him, or just avoid him for as long as possible. Or her. There technically has been one girl sent up here, but Minho does his best to spend as little time thinking about her as possible, so he can’t be blamed for reverting back to the old belief that only boys could ever be sent up in the Box.

Newt leans against the door of the Map Room, waiting for Minho to finish tallying out all the turns he took this morning. Minho only has so long to remember the precise pattern of corridors before they flicker out of his head, and Newt knows it. If today’s Greenie caused serious problems, Newt would have mentioned it as Minho was walking out of the Doors. On a casual day like today, though, the blond second in command doesn’t mind waiting.

Newt straightens up once he sees that Minho is done. “All ready, then?”

Minho nods, heading out of the shade of the Map Room to rejoin the land of the living. “All ready. What are your takes on the Greenie?”

Newt shrugs. “Seems like all the others. A bit shaken up, certainly. You might want to check any new supplies that were sent up for you, the kid got a nosebleed and started spewing blood over a few boxes near him. We think we’ve gotten most of it off, though.”

Minho makes a face. “Start him on a course as a Slopper for that. If we have to clean up his blood, he has to clean up ours.”

Newt chuckles. “Can’t say that I haven’t thought about it. He doesn’t seem all that bad, though. Doesn’t remember his name, of course, but who does?”

“He is a boy, though?” Minho asks, careful to keep his tone unassuming.

Newt still sees through him, just like always. “Yeah, a boy. What, Y/N won you over so easily that you want another girl around?”

Minho makes a face. “Don’t remind me of her. I’m just curious. Feels weird that they would send up one girl and no others. Maybe I want someone else who’s pretty and doesn’t make me want to jump into the Box Hole and see what happens.”

Newt arches a brow. “You think Y/N’s pretty?”

“Pretty annoying,” Minho says through a deadpan stare.

Newt snorts. “Hilarious, Minho. Remind me, though, what exactly is your problem with Y/N? She’s friends with the rest of us. Personally, I think she’s just fine.”

Minho’s brow furrows, as it always seems to at the mention of Y/N. “I’m sure she’s fine with you, just not with me. We don’t talk that often ‘cause I’m always out in the Maze, and when we do, we only ever find problems with each other.”

“That’s just because you only talk to each other after a long day when you’re both starving,” Newt says, “you always pick the worst time to interact. I swear, if you found her on one of your days off and actually had a proper conversation, you’d enjoy each other’s company a lot more.”

“But why would I want to waste my rest day on my mortal enemy?” Minho asks, eyes opened wide in an expression of mock horror and derision.

Newt just grins. “I suppose you’d have to wait and find out. Honestly, I swear the two of you could actually be good friends.”

Minho presses his lips together. “Yeah, just like me and Gally. I’m sure we’ll be best buds sometime soon.”

Newt laughs and mercifully drops the subject. Neither of them want to complain for a while, anyway, they’ve got a stellar evening planned. The best part of a Greenie day isn’t the arrival of another stumbling, wide-eyed burden to bear, it’s the afterparty. Bonfire Nights are fantastic, they always are. Gally’ll get into a fight with somebody, then one of the Gladers will get so drunk that everyone can tell stories for months afterwards. What’s not to love?

The sun sets soon enough, and the rushing darkness brings a tide of Gladers all gradually headed towards the site of the bonfire. They don’t head there directly, but by chance, swinging in and out of the area until one looks up and finds themselves surrounded by friends. That is how it is in the Glade, Minho supposes, although everyone pretends to be tough as nails they’d follow whoever they needed if would mean they wouldn’t feel so alone.

That’s a dark enough thought, though, so Minho pushes it to the back of his head along with the rest of the restless worries that tend to creep over him once dusk falls. Tonight is for fun. He can stress later.

Minho catches up with the rest as everyone circles around a stack of logs dragged out by the Builders about an hour or so earlier. He arms himself with a branch about as long as his arm, lights it on fire, and launches it at the bonfire alongside Newt and Alby. He used to pretend to be a hero when he did this during the first few months of his arrival to the Glade, some warrior or fighter in an ancient war. Anything to disguise the face that he is still relentlessly here, even after everything he’s been through to try and leave it. He’s long since given up pretending.

Minho stumbles upon his friend group soon enough, arranged somewhat on the outskirts of the whole Bonfire Night gathering. They’ve got a good view of Gally’s fighting ring without being within the Keeper’s line of sight, which is perfect for those who wish to watch the matches without actually being dragged into them.

Minho has already helped himself to enough of Gally’s hospitality through his special drinks, so he thinks he’s good without a fight for tonight. There was one time a few months back when he’d been arguing with Gally for a while and Minho had actually bothered to go into the ring and solve a few problems with his fists. That had been a good night.

For now, though, Minho is content to sit back, drink too much, and listen to his friends’ tongues loosen as the hours pass by. The sun set long ago, and he can watch as the golden light of the bonfire slowly swallows all of them whole.

He’s briefly startled when a figure appears out of the gloom and slides into a seat next to him, tossing her head back to enjoy a sudden breeze. Minho narrows his eyes at her.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

He didn’t mean for the question to come off that harshly, but he’s not about to apologize. Just as he said to Newt earlier this afternoon, Minho and Y/N have rarely said anything to each other that wasn’t bitter. They just don’t get along well, that’s all.

Y/N, however, just grins back at him, apparently unbothered by his attitude. “Sitting. I thought it was obvious.”

Minho’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, but why next to me?”

Y/N shrugs, taking a mouthful from an already severely depleted glass of Gally’s brew. “It was an open spot. You may not like me that much, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up a perfectly good place just because you’re pouting at me.”

Minho frowns, raising an accusatory finger in the air. “I am not pouting.”

Judging by the upward slash of Y/N’s smile, though, he may not be right about that.

“Of course not. And I’m not the best looking one here by far.”

Minho almost laughs but manages to keep it to himself just in time. Newt appears to have seen through him anyway, though, the blond boy looks altogether far too proud of himself. Minho glares at him, which just makes Newt’s smile broaden.

As the night wears on, Minho finds himself surprisingly alright with Y/N’s presence. He was preparing himself for all out war, an exchange of insults and vitriol just like every other time they’ve tried not to speak, but for some reason, tonight is different. It’s for the best, too; Minho wouldn’t want Bonfire Night ruined by his supposed enemy when he only gets this kind of celebration once a month.

About an hour or so into the whole affair, Minho is abruptly dragged out of watching the festivities play out when he feels something on his shoulder. He glances over to see Y/N leaning against him, her head tilted against the top of his bicep. Were it any other day, he would have all but shoved her off, but for some reason today he stays stock still so as to not encourage any movement.

Instead, he looks at her, really looks at her for what must be the first time in forever. She is pretty, he hadn’t been lying about that. Perhaps everyone who looks at her must fall in love, perhaps that is why Minho has spent all this time running from this inevitability just like he does all the others. Even the firelight is enamored with her, it traces lines of gold up and down her arms, collecting on the lines of her fingers as they reach for Minho’s.

He feels himself tense up as she takes his hand. Her touch is soft, feather-light, yet it still shakes him to the core. Minho watches as she turns over his hand, gently tracing his palm.

“You have nice hands,” she murmurs under her breath, and Minho has to remind himself that she’s only doing this because she’s drunk and he’s drunk and nothing has to matter at all.

Still, that doesn’t mean he has to pull away. Minho’s hands are tanned from spending all his hours out running in the sun, and hardened from calluses. For a moment, he’s almost embarrassed to have her looking at them. That being said, to leave now or otherwise push her aside seems impossible, so he stays quiet and only feels himself relax when she repeats her intoxicated whisper about how much she likes his hands.

Truth be told, Minho doesn’t know how long he would have stayed there were it not for the voices of his friends interrupting the whole thing. He feels as if a spell has been cast upon him, trapping him in place. He could have remained there the whole night, Y/N’s head still on his shoulder and her hands still wrapped around his.

Frypan’s voice, by contrast, is a rude awakening. “So, what’s all this about? I thought you hated each other.”

Minho jerks his gaze up with a start. “We’re– we don’t–”

Newt cuts him off with a broad grin. “See, what have I been telling you? They’re perfect for each other. It’s adorable.”

Minho glares. “Oh, shut up. If you weren’t drunk as a skunk I’d meet you in Gally’s ring for saying that.”

Frypan snorts. “Deflecting, are we? Just face it, Minho, you can’t pretend you hate her forever.”

Minho rolls his eyes with as much incredulity as he can muster, but that doesn’t mean he moves a millimeter. The boys’ teasing comments fade into the background when he looks over at Y/N, and vanish fully into silence when she meets his gaze and smiles at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a smile he likes so much as that one.

When the night ends, for unfortunately even a night as golden as this one must surely end, Minho finds himself reluctant to stand up. He’s certain that Y/N is asleep by now, and he doesn’t want to wake her up. She just looks so quiet there, so peaceful. Peace is rare around here, so why should Minho be the one to rob her of that bliss?

Carefully, he stands and gathers her up into his arms. He starts the walk back to the hammocks, weaving around people and trees as if he were in a dream. At one point, Newt appears out of the gloom, grinning at Minho as he half disappears in the dark of night.

“What did I tell you? A regular Prince Charming, you are.” Newt says.

Minho makes a face, but when he blinks Newt is gone again, vanishing back into the darkened land and sky. Minho manages to make it to the hammocks and gently lays Y/N down, smoothing a roughspun blanket around her so she doesn’t feel the chill of the wind currently pushing them together.

He spends one last moment there, feeling his drinks weigh him down with all the weight of the world. One of her hands is turned up, as if reaching for him even now. He lets his fingers brush it once before he, too, evaporates into the darkness.

It’s bright outside. Minho doesn’t know how that happened, how he managed to get from Y/N’s hammock to his or even when he fell asleep, but the next thing he knows, it’s morning again. He drags a tired hand over his face. Man, he forgot how his head always pounds the morning after Bonfire Night. He feels like an army of enraged Builders has gone to war against his skull.

Minho pulls himself up. Thankfully, today is his off day, so he won’t have to get up at dawn and try to run after all of this. Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of his friends, who are all beaming at him with the kind of triumph that tells Minho he’s about to be teased relentlessly.

Frypan chuckles as he laces up his shoes. “If it isn’t our favorite romantic. You know, I didn’t know you had that much game.”

Minho blinks for a second, confused, and then remembers everything that had happened the night before. The drinks, the fire, Y/N with her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. Things happen.” He manages.

Newt’s eyes widen. “You’re not going to try and push it off again? You can finally admit that you’re head over bloody heels for the girl?”

“Hey, I never said anything of the sort. I’m just saying that things happened, alright?” Minho says hastily.

Frypan grins. “We’re sure. Go wake up your Sleeping Beauty, I’m sure she’d like to see you.”

Minho waves a hand at them as they dissolve into laughter. Maybe he will go talk to Y/N anyway. He certainly has a few things that have just come to mind, things about feelings that he didn’t know existed until last night.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 9 months

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Framing Escobar Chapter 2: Over Exposed

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Javier Peña, Javi is a dick, asshole Javier, sex, smut, PiV, mentions of birth control and sexual screenings, pee after sex people! Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Chapter two is here! I hope you enjoy the Menace (TM) That is Javi P.

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You stand in the meeting room, clearly early to the 10am meeting, even if it's already 10:15. You shuffle around and take in the boring grey walls of the room. Your camera bag slung across you, all lenses and camera body ready to go with multiple spare rolls of film stowed away. Slowly, DEA agents fill the room, some women, but mostly men. You sit at the back and just take in the crowd as they enter. A loud, commanding voice cuts through the chatter as you check your watch, 10:30. The meeting has finally started. You recognise Mike Spencer from your interviews, he is no less intimidating today than he had been back then.

“Alright! Settle down, you bastards,” His voice carries easily across the small room as the chatter dies down, “We’ve got a lot going on, as I’m sure you know. But please welcome the newest member of the DEA task force here in Colombia. Our own professional photographer all the way from Albuquerque,” Your name is called out and you feel all eyes turn to you as you perk up from the back of the room. The room is silent, and you trace the faces, looking for any sympathetic people in the crowd. Most people seem disinterested, but one face catches your eye.

Your stomach lurches as you see the handsome face of Stan, his eyebrows arch up for a second before he coughs, concealing the smile you know just flashed across his face. Dread sits heavily at the pit of your stomach as his partner leans around to look at you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

José’s dark eyes go wide as he takes you in, his mouth hanging open slightly before he recovers. He looks away from you and you see Stan whispering something in his partner’s ear. José jabs him in the ribs, not appreciating the commentary it seems.

“Agent Peña, Agent Murphy,” Spencer calls out to the men, and you die a little inside as they turn to face him, “She’s with you, show her the ropes, get her out on the street ASAP.” The meeting continues as Spencer updates the room with the current state of the war against the Medellín Cartel in the area. You listen absently as all you can think of is how fucking awkward this was going to be.

His name isn’t Stan, it’s Steve, Connie’s husband… So, he must be-

“Javier Peña, nice to meet you,” his gruff tone breaks through the mental haze, and you look up into furious eyes.

“And I’m- “

“Steve Murphy, yeah I know, I met your wife this morning,” you cut him off, trying not to seem completely incompetent as you fight the urge to scream.

“So, you ready to head out on patrol?” Steve asks with a wicked smile; he’s practically dancing with glee at this point. You just know he’s going to laud the whole situation over Javier when you weren’t around.

“Yep, let’s get on with this,” you nod, hoping that the day would go quickly.

Steve and Javi take you to the armoury and kit you up with a bulletproof vest, a radio, and a pistol.

“You know how to fire that thing?” Javi asks flatly as he regards you with the same furious look as in the meeting room.

“Sure do, I’ve been shooting since I was a kid,” you remind him, but he ignores you. You tuck the piece in an interior pocket of your camera bag, taking the box of .38 ammunition and store them accordingly.

“Good, you’re not going to be completely useless then.” Javi scoffs and Steve shoots him a look. The biting remark stings. You try not to take it personally, but you feel like he hates you. A stark contrast to the way he treated you last night.

“I don’t care what happened last night. She’s a valuable asset and we don’t have to be best friends, but don’t be an asshole, Javi,” Steve scolds him and Javi just rolls his eyes, leaving you and Steve to head to the truck without another word.

“Sorry about him. He’s kind of always like this, but usually it’s me he’s abusing,” Steve says and winks, “Your secret is safe with me,” he adds, pointing towards Javi as he exits the building.

“Nothing happened,” you start but his look tells you he isn’t buying it, “I mean, not nothing, but we didn’t-”

“I don’t need to know, hon; I’m just messing with you. Let’s go, get your head in the game, we’re going out into the war zone today,” you nod, trying to focus your thoughts as you follow Steve to the truck. As soon as you’re seated you start to assemble the zoom lens onto the camera body and fit a fresh film in the camera. The day goes by slowly, you take a few dummy photos. A group of kids on a doorstep, who pose for you naturally, their faces alight with joy at the attention. Some townscapes, a fountain, a street food cart. All things that you could use to swap out from an incriminating roll if anyone got wise to you.

Steve and Javi barely interact with each other, let alone you, as the day goes on. As the sun begins to set you realise you had begun to dose off in the back of the car, camera clutched in your hands. You look up, hoping no-one had noticed. Nothing was said, so you look around to see you’re almost back at the embassy building.

“Lucky you, a boring day comes around very rarely, hopefully we’ll have some more action tomorrow,” Steve remarks as he pulls the truck into the garage.

“Cool,” you manage as Javi is out of the truck before Steve can put it into park. He shakes his head before turning to you.

“You got plans for dinner, hon? Pretty sure Connie wouldn’t mind if you came round, seeing as we’re neighbours and all?” Steve offers and you nod, not wanting to be alone tonight, nor tempted back out into Bogotá.

“Sure, can I bring anything?” You ask not wanting to turn up empty handed to someone else’s house especially if they were feeding you.

“No need, see you at seven?” He flashes you a bright smile and you smile back, warmth spreading through you after a tense, stagnant day.

“I’ll be there,” you promise.

***

You stop by the market on the way home, picking up some flowers for Connie, and two cases of beer, one for Steve and the other for your fridge. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice. You hover outside of the Murphy’s apartment taking a deep breath and knock on the door, trying not to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress. You’d put on a cute little dress and low heels. The green and blues of the flowers printed over the flowing dress caught your eye yesterday and you just had to get it. You were glad you already had reason to wear it.

“You expecting someone?” Javier’s voice hits you like a slap to the face as he opens the door, you falter, this was not what you had been expecting at all. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets beading in his hair, the freshly applied cologne heavy in the air between you. He’s wearing an indigo button down, sleeves rolled up, and tight dark jeans. You can see a tease of his tan skin exposed beneath the low V of his unbuttoned shirt.

God, it’s not fair how hot he is.

“Uh hi, Steve invited me over, did I get the wrong apartment?” You manage to squeak as he glowers down at you. His hand gripping the doorframe with such pressure his knuckles were turning white, barring you from entry.

“Ah, there you are,” Steve calls out your name and appears behind Javi a second later, “Was worried you wouldn’t be coming!”

“You invited her?” Javier hisses at his partner and you feel sick as you hear the venom in his voice.

“Jesus, Javi, go grab a beer or something and see if Connie needs any help,” Steve barks at him. And you shrink away from Javi, ducking under his arm into the homely apartment. The smell of dinner wafts through the apartment and you breathe it in, not realising how hungry you were until now.

“I got you some beers, and Connie some flowers,” you hold the crate up to Steve who takes it eagerly.

“You didn’t have to, hon, but thanks,” Steve nods in appreciation at the beer.

“Do you have a vase I could use to put these in?” You ask and Steve looks perplexed, as if he had never used a vase before.

“Uh Connie, we got a vase for some flowers?” He calls through the open plan apartment.

“Yep, bring them through,” Connie calls and Steve nods in the direction of the kitchen, permission enough for you to head in.

“Hey, Connie, I got you some flowers, I hope you like them,” you say as you round the corner into the kitchen, Javi is leaning against the counter, his eyes locked on you as you enter the kitchen. But you don’t let him cow you, not this time. You’re a guest in this house, you are allowed to be here. The Murphys want you here.

Even if Javier doesn’t.

“Oh, sweetie, those are lovely. Here let me put them in some water,” Connie buzzes around the kitchen like a whirlwind, cooking and chatting the whole time. You sit back and listen as Steve comes to join her. He does as he is told, tossing the salad while Connie asks Javi to set the table. They exchange tender, soft touches here and there, Connie’s hand on Steve’s back, a gentle kiss from Steve presses to her hair. The sight makes you smile, it’s what you always imagined love was.

“You wanna help set the table?” Javi’s gruff voice pulls you away from the scene of domestic bliss and you nod, following him into the dining room. The peace offering soothing some of your nerves.

“Hey, Javier,” you start, wanting to clear the air before the tension made you explode, “About last night,” but you’re cut off as you feel him pull you against him, the press of his lips on yours incapacitating as you melt into him. You gasp as one hand clamps onto the nape of your neck, pinning you to him as the other hand rests on the small of your back.

The mixed signals have you reeling but the warm press of his tongue against your lips dissolve any thoughts in your mind as you moan, sliding your tongue against his as it invades your mouth. It was his turn to groan and his hand fists into the fabric of your dress as he pulls you closer still. You come up for air reluctantly as you bring yourself back to reality. You’re both breathing heavily as you rest your forehead against his, still clinging to one another in Steve and Connie’s dining room.

“Javier, what the fuck?” You wheeze, your heart hammering in your chest as you try and come down from the elated high that kissing Javier Peña had given you.

“Sorry, I just had to, been driving me crazy all day,” He murmurs, “Seeing my mark on your neck, the way you kept stealing glances at me, those tight little shorts,” his words send the hot rush of arousal to meet with your already slick panties.

“You have a strange way of showing it, asshole,” you grumble, not wanting to part but you haven’t even started to lay the table. Your head is spinning, and you just want to take him upstairs and let him have his way with you. Your stomach growls as if on cue and you both laugh.

“I thought if I was mean enough, you’d quit, and I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing you again,” he shrugs as he reluctantly lets you go, eyeing the place settings and cutlery with disdain.

“For a smart guy you’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You scoff as you start laying out the place settings, your eyes not leaving him as you do. He follows suit, placing down the cutlery and serving spoons, eyes locked with yours. It’s like you’re dancing without touching, the table the only thing stopping you from crashing together once more.

“I’m just not usually one to shit where I eat,” he responds and winces at the harsh turn of phrase, but you just laugh. You kind of like this side of Javier, slightly goofy, open, honest.

“Neither am I, but here we are,” you admit, but you’ve only had two real boyfriends, both in college, so it’s uncharted territory for you regardless.

“Alright, kids, wash up. It’s dinner time!” Steve’s voice calls from the kitchen and the spell is broken, both of you straighten, sharing a shy smile before you hurry to the kitchen to wash your hands and help Connie serve up. Your heart is racing, and you can still taste Javier on your lips. The salt of his skin, the harsh bitterness of cigarettes, the tang of beer.

“You ok there with those plates?” Connie asks as you balance three plates of food expertly. Years of waitressing through high school meant it was second nature to you, even after all this time.

“Yes, ma’am,” You say as you head out to serve up the lasagne to Steve and Javi who are already seated across from one another, “Here you go,” you announce as you put the plates down, bending over the table in front of Javi. Not because you needed to, but because you could. Your hand brushes his on the table as you pull away, heading back to the kitchen to see if Connie needs any more help.

Connie hands you a bottle of white wine and two glasses as you enter the kitchen, sending you straight back out to take your seat. You pause for a moment wondering if you should sit next to Javi or Steve. The question is answered for you as Javi stands and pulls the chair out for you.

“Where did these manners come from?” Steve asks, eyebrows raised at his partner.

“Fuck you, Murphy,” Javi hisses as he scoots the chair back to the table, retaking his seat next to you.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Connie declares as she sits down opposite you, her hand falling to rest on Steve’s arm, a natural, affectionate action that makes you smile. You pour the Pinot Grigio generously into the glasses and the table toasts before digging in; beer bottles and wine glasses clinking arrhythmically. You’re rather grateful there’s no call for grace as the table settles into peaceful silence for a few moments before Steve pipes up.

“So why did the DEA hire such a young woman to do this job?” He sips his beer slowly, watching you as you contemplate what to say.

“I’m not that much younger than you,” you wave your fork in Steve’s general direction, “You and Peña should consider moisturising more often.” Connie scoffs and gives Steve a look of “I told you so” at your remark and Javier just tsks at you.

“Anyway, the official answer is boring, I was scouted for my good grades, etc.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the white wine sharp and sweet on your tongue as you put the glass down to continue, “But really, I was moonlighting for a PI who had a friend in the DEA. I managed to catch a Senator with his toy-boy lover in their parked car from some distance away at night. Was the guy’s silver wedding anniversary too. Jim called it the money shot, and boy, was it ever,” you recall with a chuckle, and Steve looks at you in awe.

“Which Senator?” He blurts and Connie slaps his arm playfully.

“I can’t say, but the money I made from that meant I could pay for boarding without having to sacrifice my studies. If anything, they helped me shore up my skills.” “Un-fucking-believable, I thought you were some DEA big-wig’s niece, or some shit being palmed off on us because they called in a favour,” Javier says with a laugh, the sudden sensation of his hand on your knee almost making you jump but you contain it, just. His large hand slowly brushes along your thigh under your dress, all the while he takes a long swig of beer.

“I wish, if that were the case, I’d be off at some ranch writing soap opera scripts and romance novels instead.”

“So, you really like photography enough to get a PhD in it?” Javi asks, his hand dangerously close to the apex between your thighs.

“What can I say? I like taking photos, and academia seemed the natural course for me.,” you shrug, scooping up the last of the lasagne on your plate. And as you hum in satisfaction as Javi’s finger brushes against the soft cotton that was tight against your mound from the heat of the evening and arousal from the kiss earlier. You cough to try and cover the moan, and Connie eyes you with worry.

“You ok, hon? Do you need some water?” She asks, Steve’s expression mirrored hers, both oblivious to what had just occurred. You see Javi suppressing a smile as he trails his hand back down to your knee.

“No, not at all, just some more wine, I think!” You nod, the heat between your legs unbearable, the absence of his hand making you needy. You clamp your knees together, catching his hand between them and you notice the twitch at the corner of his mouth. It makes you feel powerful.

“Sounds good to me, anyone want some ice cream?” Connie beams, her sunny disposition the last thing you expected to come across in Bogotá, but it’s a welcome surprise. You offer to clear the dishes, needing some breathing room from Javier but Steve insists that you sit, you’re the guest after all. You’re alone again with Javier. Your heart races as you turn to face him and your breath hitches at the sight of him.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.”

It isn’t a question, but even if it had been you would have fallen over yourself eagerly to comply.

As the evening draws to a close, you find an opening to announce your departure, the loud yawn that precedes it genuine as you stretch your neck, still sore from the long flight.

“No worries, hon, you’re welcome any time though, ok?” Connie pulls you in for a hug and you squeeze her tight, already feeling like you’ll be fast friends.

“You bet, and anything you need from me I’ll be just downstairs,” You offer, catching Javi’s mouth twitch slightly as you say it.

“Well, I best be off too, thanks again Connie, Steve. Food was great as usual,” Steve and Javi embrace in that awkward guy way where they slap each other's backs before releasing each other. As if it had to be made manly and tough to be a permitted interaction. Connie catches your eye roll, and she laughs knowingly. Both men turn and look at you both with suspicion.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asks his wife with a smirk.

“Oh, nothing, baby. Night both, get some sleep, you hear?” Connie orders as you cross the threshold into the hallway.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Javier says before closing the door behind you both.

There’s a charged silence as you look at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. You feel a rush of energy as an idea comes to mind. Javi steps forward to grab you by the waist but you step back, his fists clutching at the empty space where you once were. His eyes lock onto yours with a desperate, unamused hunger.

“Catch me if you can, Peña,” you dare as you turn and dash for the stairs, taking them two at a time as you year him charging behind you., His heavy boots loud on the wooden floorboards. You get to the first floor and fumble in your small purse for your keys as you jog hurriedly down the hall. As you get to your door, hand on the doorknob, the keys slip from your fingers.

The clatter on the floorboards loud in your ears as you rush to pick them up. As you straighten, you feel him behind you. Hot breath ghosting against your skin as his arms cage you in, his palms splayed either side of the door as he leans down to your ear. His chest is against your back, his right knee presses against your thighs and you groan.

“Too easy,” he purrs as you slide the key into the lock, slowly, trying hard not to make it obvious you were still trying. The click of the lock is loud as he hovers over you, and you throw yourself into the apartment. You try to shut the door on him, but his boot is already there, jamming the door open as he slips inside, closing it quietly behind him.

“That was bold,” he says as he stalks towards you, already unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between you in two long strides. His hands are in your hair, pulling you to him as he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. He lets one hand fall to your waist, pushing you back until the kitchen counter meets your ass. You grunt at the impact, but he already has you up on the counter, spreading your legs around his waist as he leans into you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Javi breathes against your lips as he pulls himself back slightly, looking down into your hungry eyes. Liquid pools of honeyed desire fill your vision and your stomach floods with heat.

“Why not?” You ask, trying not to sound as needy as you feel.

“I’m technically your boss. HR would have a field day if they knew,” he grumbles, his hand already sliding up under the hem of your dress, cupping your ass with a tight, firm grip. Your head falls to his shoulder, and you leave a trail of kisses up to his ear. He shivers under your mouth, and you smile as you hear the hiss of his breath as you take his earlobe between your teeth.

“But we’re going to do it anyway, right?” You breathe, nipping at his ear gently. The moan that comes out of his mouth is delightful as he bends down, pushing your dress up around your waist as he rips off your panties in one quick motion. The warm air of the evening hits your slick cunt, and you squirm under his gaze.

“Fuck! You’re already so fucking wet,” he growls, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, Javier, you have been touching me all evening. If I wasn’t already wet, we’d have a problem,” you jest and he laughs, deep from his chest and the sound makes you smile.

“Sassy, bonita, I like it,” he croons as he kisses your knee, slowly he leaves a trail of wet, lingering kisses up your inner thigh until the hot, wet sensation of his tongue gliding over your folds threatens to make you cum straight away. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging slightly on his tousled locks, which only makes him moan hard into your pussy. The sensation is mind-blowing.

“Oh, Javier,” his name passes your lips like a plea, begging him not to stop what he’s doing, to do whatever he wants to you. His tongue reaches the swollen bundle of nerves of your clit, and you gasp, he circles his tongue languidly around it, sucking slightly with each rotation. You shudder under him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

“I love the way you sound, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” He asks as he slowly glides a finger through your slick folds.

“Yes, Javier, feels so good,” you pant, squirming as he eases his finger into you, slowly, stretching you out as you clench around his digit.

“Call me Javi, please,” He says softly as he looks up at you, dark eyes glossy with desire, “And relax, baby, you need to let me in,” He encourages you and you nod, trying to relax as the pleasure builds inside you.

His finger is in up to the knuckle now and you feel yourself easing around him, the stretching of your walls pleasantly painful as you take his finger inside of you.

“You’re so tight, baby, fuck. I can’t wait to feel you clamp around my dick like this.” He growls as he takes your clit back into his mouth, beginning a slow rhythm of gentle, testing thrusts with his finger. Soon you’re soaking his finger as you fall into the embrace of one of the most explosive orgasms of your life.

The sound of your wet heat squelching from his relentless rhythm filling the kitchen. Your head snaps back as you scream out his name, your pussy clamping down on him as he continues sucking on your clit. The overstimulation burning through you as you’re sure you’ll come a second time. Javi finally relents and looks at you as he straightens up his eyes dancing with delight and desire as he slowly sucks your slick off his finger.

“You up for a little more?” He asks and you’re nodding eagerly as you come down. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his bare waist, you feel the hot swell of his stomach against your wet cunt, and you shudder at the sensation. He takes you to the bedroom, your apartment a mirror of his own so he knows his way around.

He pulls your dress over your head and expertly unclasps your bra; your hands fly to his belt and you carefully free his throbbing cock from his boxers. He steps out of his jeans and underwear, pushing you down onto the bed.

“You got a condom, baby?” He asks gently as he palms his erection, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

“No, but I’m on the pill and don’t have any STDs,” you say with confidence, the DEA had made you get a physical and you’d opted for a screening just in case.

“You trust me, baby?” He asks, sincere as he asks for your permission.

“I probably shouldn’t,” you laugh and his face lights up at the sound, “But I’m guessing you don’t want to risk giving the new girl chlamydia on her first day,” Javi’s brow furrows but he’s still smiling.

“Sassy, sassy girl. Come here,” he growls as he meets you on the bed, his mouth on yours as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

You greet it with your own and soon you’re panting again, the taste of your arousal hot on his tongue as he explores your mouth slowly this time. Your tongues collide rhythmically as he pulls up onto his knees to line his tip at your core. He strokes it through your folds, moistening it with your slick as he teases your clit, pressing his swollen head against it before dipping back to your entrance.

“This may be a bit much for you, baby, but just relax, ok? Just like with my finger, we’ll take it slow,” he reassures you as the sting of his girth stretching you out hits you.

Your eyes water but you nod for him to keep going. Slowly he inches inside you, filling you up more than you’d ever felt before. The sensation was maddening, your mind going blank as he stops, his cock fully sheathed in your tight walls.

“Fuck, baby, fuuuck!” He groans as he holds back, he wants to fuck you senseless into the sheets., The combination of your soft mewls, glassy eyes, and tightness around his cock driving him mad.

“Javi, fuck me, please,” you whimper, the pain subsiding as the desire to feel him fuck you senseless becomes all consuming. His cock twitches inside you as you say his name and you arch up as he presses against your tight walls.

“We don’t have to baby; I can take it slow,” he murmurs as he drops a hand from your hip, lazily rubbing circles into your clit as he begins to move slowly. The shockwaves through your body are explosive as his tip hits a sensitive spot against your walls. But the rhythm isn’t fast enough, you don’t want him to take it slow, you want him to tear you open.

“Javi, please, I can take it just fuck me, please,” you beg, the pathetic plea that comes from your mouth seems to be all he needs to hear as he hitches one of your legs over his shoulder as he somehow presses deeper inside you. You gasp and shudder at the sensation, but you don’t have any time to recover as Javi thrusts inside you so hard you arch up off the bed, your vision blurring as he pumps into you again, and again.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, so fucking good,” he snarls as he lets go completely, fucking down into you like a man possessed.

You writhe as your release comes quickly, his rough thumb expertly circling your overstimulated clit as his rhythm becomes more ragged. He groans low and deep as he comes inside you, filling you up with hot ropes of his spend. You pant as he removes himself, the empty sensation disappointing as he pulls out. It’s over too soon, but the soreness between your thighs makes you doubt you could have taken much more.

“Javi, that was fucking amazing,” you whisper as you let your head hit the bedsheets with a sigh. You can feel his spend leaking out of you. But you don’t care, you can wash your sheets, or burn them if necessary.

“Yeah, it was something else. Fuck,” he pants as he pads into the adjoining bathroom, you follow him, brushing past as you sit on the toilet and will yourself to pee.

“I was going to come help with that,” Javi says with a smirk as he unashamedly keeps eye contact as you pee, holding up the warm washcloth he had prepared. You feel the tips of your ears prickle in embarrassment, but you don’t drop your gaze.

“Always pee after sex, warm washcloths are nice, but UTIs are no joke, Peña,” you say sternly as you finally force yourself to pee.

“Smarter than me, bonita,” he says with a grin as he uses the washcloth on himself, making sure to throw it in the laundry hamper at the foot of your bed before flopping back down on the mattress. You finish up and join him just as he’s about to light a cigarette.

“Seriously? In my bed?” You scold him and you see the irritation knit his brow together as he snaps his zippo shut.

“Sassy and bossy,” he grumbles to himself as he throws the cigarette and zippo onto the nightstand.

“What was that?” You ask as you crawl back onto the bed. Feeling bold as you climb onto his lap, straddling him as you look down at his arrogant face.

“Nothing, nothing,” he grumbles as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs brushing against the swell of your ass rhythmically.

“Better not have given me syphilis now,” you toy with him as you press a soft kiss to his lips before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.

“I thought it was chlamydia?” He retorts, his eyebrow raised as he groans underneath you.

“So, you do have chlamydia?” You tease and he shakes his head and in one swift motion he’s straddling your hips.

He pins your arms above your head with one hand, the other cups your cheek as he bends down to meet you. Your breath catches in your throat as the sight of him over you like this threatened to break you.

“That dirty mouth of yours is going to get me in trouble,” he warns as he places a soft kiss to your lips, the tenderness spreading warmth through your chest as you kiss him back slowly.

“It already has, Javi,” you respond as you nip his bottom lip, eliciting a hum from deep in his chest.

“You’re right, these walls are paper thin, and the Murphy’s are bound to have heard your vocal display of affection, bonita,” he smirks and your eyes go wide, the heat of embarrassment high on your cheeks.

“No, you’re fucking with me,” you hiss, not impressed with the gleam in Javi’s mahogany eyes.

“Oh no, they’ve complained about it to me before,” you wriggle free of his grip on your wrists and slap him hard on the shoulder, but he just laughs, pulling you to him as he rolls over onto the bed.

“I hate you, Javi,” you grumble as you sigh, trying to fight off the embarrassment as you snuggle into his warm, strong chest.

“If that’s how you hate fuck, I can’t wait to see what happens when you like me,” his tone is playful but the kiss he plants on your lips is once again tender, affectionate.

“Get some sleep, Peña,” You grumble, breathing in your combined scent of cologne, perfume, and sweaty, rough, mind-blowing sex.

“You too, baby,” He pulls you in tight, his leg draped over yours, caging you in against him as if you were going to disappear if he let go, “Sleep,” He murmurs sleepily as you close your eyes, feeling a little more at ease with your decision to take this job.

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