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The (un)lucky one | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 2.4k ― Warnings: not proofread; mentions of food; a bit of jealous!charles; angsty but fluffy ending. ― Summary: Charles and Yn have a history back from when he was at alfa romeo, Yn used to be his PR assistant, and they were close to best friends. Now, years later, they are still friends, but Yn is Carlos’ assistant now, and she can help but root for her new friend and boss. Meanwhile, Charles is having trouble with no longer having her undying support all the time. He’s been through an unlucky season on the speedway, will he be unlucky in love too? ― A/n: I actually liked this far better than I thought I would, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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It is easy to associate someone with a smell, taste, or color. Especially when those things are very particular. One day you see them wearing a certain shade of yellow; the next thing you know, every yellow item will remind you of them. Not of the clothes they were wearing that day, but of them. Then, they tell you their coffee order, and, of course, every time you see a venti, caramel frappuccino with almond milk, it’s their face you’ll see. When you smell the coffee, their perfume will come around too.

What Charles didn’t know is that these associations are common when you are in love.

And he was, in fact, in love with Yn.

He was just unaware.

Yn was his PR Assistant back when he was just a curious and hopeful boy in Alfa Romeo. They hit it off quickly, not only because she was young like him, but because she was always honest and just so fun to be around. She would walk into the room, red Converse on her feet, a coffee cup in her hands, along with a small notepad, and a pen either around her neckless or on her ear, and Charles could swear time would stop to let her pass by.

Yn was an event.

And he was happy to witness it.

She was also very organized. She had everything noted and ready to go in a minute. She was quick with solutions to seemingly hard problems and set on her beliefs. About the latter, people would say that she was simply stubborn like Charles. But he knew better. She was passionate and driven, and he… well, he fell in love, and he didn’t notice it.

Until they moved to Ferrari.

They have been working together for about three years now, and she had to switch drivers when they started in Ferrari. That meant she was now Carlos’ PR Assistant, and he got to have her full attention – something Charles hated. But he knew her before him, and he knew her better, that’s what he kept telling himself whenever he saw the two of them interact, whenever she had a meeting with his coworker, and not him, or whenever he watched Carlos get her coffee order wrong. He knew her better. That wasn’t much, but somehow it was enough for him.

Until it wasn’t.

“Hey, Char,” Yn smiles when the Monegasque approaches the table, bending to leave a kiss on her cheeks, and leaving a friendly tap on his teammate’s shoulders.

“I got you your favorite.” He has that small prideful smile on his face when he pushes the white cup towards Yn, but as fast as the smile comes, it goes when she frowns and a bit her lips.

“Thank you, but Carlos got it to me,” she shook the cup in front of her and winked at her friend and ex-boss.

“Oh- but Carlos doesn’t know your order.”

“I finally got it right after a thousand times missing either the oat milk or the blonde espresso,” Sainz proudly stated, sipping on his water.

“And did you get-”

“Caramel syrup, sí.”

“Four pumps?”

Carlos nodded, “2 pumps of frapp roast. I’m telling you, I’ve learned it.”

Yn noticed the way Charles’ shoulders slumped just the sightless, but she thought it had something to do with the fact that he wasted time getting her something that she wouldn’t drink in the end. She did not notice, however, how his eyebrows furrowed and his grip on his cellphone got stronger watching her and Carlos go around what they were doing on Sunday before and after the race. He missed doing it with her, missed having her undying attention, missed the certainty that it doesn’t matter how boring a meeting or media duty would be because she was always just some steps away.

The next day, Charles is getting ready for the race in the garage, and Yn is around cracking jokes about something one of the engineers did. When she turns, Charles is in his white racing suit, zipping up the front end. Yn lips tip up in a small smile, one he can read as a nostalgic one by the way her eyes roam around the piece of clothing, and takes in a small breath of air. It’s endearing.

“Missing the old days?” Charles asks, sporting a playful smirk, and Yn rolls her eyes teasingly.

“How’d you know?”

“It used to be just us against the world. I learned to read you.” He confessed. He almost wanted to add that he missed the old days too, but because her attention and affection would be all his, her time and her eyes would be for him.

Yn took a step closer to him and started helping the Monegasque with the front velcro of his suit. “All this white reminded me of Alfa Romeo’s suit, but though I miss our younger days, I think you look far better wearing Ferrari merch.” This time her smile is pensive and then playful after a beat.

Charles's hands itched to hold her by the waist, bring her close, and read her eyes, but when he was about to do so, Carlos called Yn from the other side of the garage. Yn gets on the tip of her red converses and kisses his forehead, something they used to do after becoming friends on their first year on the grid, and then, just like that, she leaves to attend to whatever Sainz needed.

When it was time to get going and get into the car, Charles tried to get a glimpse of Yn, not even a hug or their traditional forehead kiss which hasn’t happened before races in a while, he just wanted to find her eyes, see how they would silently wish him a good race, but instead, he found her with Carlos, her back to him. He watched as Yn patted his shoulder and then got on the tip of her toes to hug him. A long hug. A hug he wanted to receive.

Charles sacked up all his anger and jealousy and got into his car. It would be a good race. The car was fairly better than the last races, and the Ferrari duo got a p2 and p3 position which increased the chances of double points.

It's a tight race. Carlos and Charles almost lose their positions during the first few laps, but they were able to hold it until Leclerc needed a tire change. And when he came back the orders were clear: Sainz would not fight with his teammate and would give up his position for Charles. Everyone saw how Yn's face changed when Vasseur spoke through the pit-to-car audio, and man, wasn't she pissed. The camera panelled on her, and she cursed asking why couldn't Carlos have this one.

By the last lap, Charles was p3 and Carlos p5, and it was all the team's fault. Both of them could have had a podium, but strategy wasn't really Ferrari's strongest subject.

When the three winners gathered in the small room to wait a few minutes for the podium, Charles had a small smile on his face, one which went away when the big screen in the room showed some of the highlights of the race, adding garage reactions this time. He saw Yn questioning why Carlos couldn't fight him, why wouldn't they give her boss and friend his well-deserved podium. Charles knew she fought nails and teeth for those she loved, and she wouldn't hide her disappointment with Ferrari's decision.

He expected, however, that she would choose him to fight for because he was her closest friend there. He was with her the longest. He would have fought nails and teeth for her win.

The podium celebration didn’t feel as good as it would back when he would have Yn’s undying support. Charles still smiled, still waved, still tried to seem happy with his achievement, and he kept the friendly face up until he got back in the garage and Yn was there by Carlos' side as usual. Sainz congratulated him on his podium, but the Monegasque only nodded, lacing his fingers with Yn’s and walking straight to his driver’s room.

“What the fuck was that mouthy response to the team's order of letting me pass Carlos?”

Yn was still surprised by how he laced their fingers and almost dragged her to his room, so hearing his hushed and stressed tone made her frown deepen.

“Who do you think you’re talking to in that tone?”

Charles’ jaw tightened. “Don’t try deflecting, Yn. I saw how mad you were when I passed Carlos.”

“And what about it, Charles?”

“I can’t believe you’re acting so unbothered by it. It was a shitty attitude, and you know it.”

“Because everyone’s supposed to adore you and always choose you?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND, AND YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO ROOT FOR ME, TO PICK ME, NOT CARLOS, NOT LANDO, NOT LEWIS, BUT ME!” He exploded, voice raised, hands gripping his champagne-wet hair.

Yn took one step in his direction, pointing her index finger at him, “Don’t you dare to scream at me, Charles. I won’t let you work off your frustrations on me, especially when you don’t have reasons to be angry!”

“I DON’T?” he screamed again, and she raised her eyebrows. “You think watching my own team destroy my chances at being a world champion is not reason enough to be angry? Or having your best friend distance herself from you? Oh, wait! And how about seeing the woman I love rooting for a different driver?” this time his voice wasn’t as high as before, but he was still loud, he was still angry.

What he seemed to forget was that he and Yn were like a mirror most of the time. They would reflect each other’s energy and feelings. So if Charles was angry, Yn was furious. And if he was heartbroken, she was devastated.

“I was your friend before him! I’m your best friend,” he whispered, finally letting tiredness and sadness catch up to him.

“You are indeed, but not everything is about you or us. Others deserve to win too, and they deserve some love and attention. Carlos deserved it today. We’ll talk when you’re not acting like a dick and screaming at me for being oblivious to the feelings you kept hidden.” She stated before turning away and leaving, slamming the door on her way out.

Charles sat down on his chair and let his head hang between his shoulders. His eyes were burning and he felt like cursing and screaming again when he heard Carlos’ voice. Now, Carlos was his friend, his teammate, a good guy, someone he even liked to have around, but he was jealous of him, he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. And right now, he was the last person he wanted to see.

“You could have told me, you know?” the Spanish closed the door behind him slowly.

“Not now, Carlos,” Charles mumbled.

“She doesn’t like me. I mean- she does like me, but not as much as she likes you, not as much as she loves you. You’re two tontos.”

“Well, you can bet she hates me now. I take it you heard how I talked to her, right? The whole garage must have heard.”

Carlos chuckled at Charles' dramatic antics. “Not everyone heard, but yeah, some people did… I don’t think she hates you though, she’s just angry with the way you talked and probably angry you didn’t tell her you loved her sooner.”

“I’m usually unlucky, and I was afraid-”

“No, Charles,” Carlos interrupted. “The team's strategy is shitty, we take it as if we were the unlucky ones, but we are actually pretty lucky. Look at the life you have. Look at how many people love you. The woman you love loves you back. How’s that being unlucky?”

“Yeah, I was afraid my love life would be as shitty as my racing career.”

“I’ll let that one pass because you have the right to be upset for a bit after this stressful weekend, but you don’t have a shitty career, and you know it.”

Charles nods, snickering.

“I was jealous, you know,” he confessed after a couple of minutes in silence. “You deserve to win too. You deserve to be a world champion just like I do, but I wanted her support. I wanted her to choose me even though everyone else did. She was the only one that mattered. But I’m an idiot, and I didn’t tell her that. How could she guess?”

“Yeah, life is unfair sometimes, and feelings are hard to deal with, but the good thing is that you can work on those things most of the time. Shower, drink some water, get some food in, and then when you’re calm enough, go to her and let Yn know your feelings. Again. Gently this time, preferably.” Sainz chuckles lightly between the last sentence, and Charles rolls his eyes playfully.

And that’s exactly what Charles did. That’s how he found himself breathing in and out in front of Yn’s hotel room door. He rings the bell after almost five minutes of silent pep talk. When Yn opens the door, she’s already in her pajamas, and he can almost see tear stains on her cheeks. Charles feels like punching his own face because clearly, he was the one to blame.

“What do you want, Charls?” her tone was tight, and she did not invite him in, but the fact that Yn used his nickname gave Charles enough hope and courage to talk.

“I- I’m sorry for earlier,” he started. “I’m truly sorry for all these years. I should have been honest with you. I’m sorry I exploded and screamed at you. I should have told you I loved you before. And you’re right. I’m not the center of the world. Carlos deserves to win too. But it’s just- I’m usually unlucky in some aspects, and I was afraid-”

Yn rolls her eyes and grins playfully at him, interrupting his messy speech. “No, Charles, you’re actually lucky because I do love you back,” she grins, and he stares at her for a beat before crashing their lips into a passionate kiss.

And Charles felt like the luckiest guy in the world. No winning cup felt as sweet as having the girl of his dreams loving him back.

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Hi. I don't know if your taking requests atm but I love your work and was wondering if I could request. Here me out - javier pena x reader. Enemies to lovers trope. Something like they work together, have a fight and wake up in each others bodies the next day. They try to embarrass each other and make things worse. Deep down they both like each other but are so stubborn they don't want to admit their feelings for one another but eventually they do and change back to normal. Sorry if that's confusing. If you can't write it that's all good :) just thought I'd ask. Thanks again.

Hi lovely 😊 Thank you for your request, and I’m sorry that this took me a little while to get to as I've been a little busy. I love the idea, and I tweaked it slightly as I didn’t know exactly what you meant when you said change back to normal so I hope that’s okay! Also, I would’ve made this strictly hate fuck but Javi...he’s just too tender in his scenes to do a hate fuck fully LMAO like we all know that infamous scene where he pulls that girl’s hair and brings her flush to him so my point stands. But, hugs and love and as always, drink water. 💚

Summary: Two unlikely and rather animosity filled partners could accurately describe you and Javi. But after a shitshow of a meeting with the bosses, tensions are pulling at the strings that create a crescendo that’s undeniable in a random office you decide to walk into. But it’s the aftermath from the next day that threatens everything of detachment and realization.

A/N: Hi, lovelies! Just to remind you all, requests are open; if and when I need to close them, I will update my masterlist to say they are closed. There is more in my masterlist about who and what I’ll write about for notes. But beyond that, this was super fun for me to write, and I got to rechallenge myself. Also, thank you so much for 1k followers! I never thought I would reach that with my inconsistency, but it means the world to me that you guys enjoy my works and you want to support me :)) But for now, I hope you enjoy reading this! :)

Pairing: Javier Peña x !f reader (enemies/coworkers to lovers)

Warnings: (What can I say? I love a little spice) Hair pulling, spanking, rough grips, orgasm denial, foul language, f and m oral receiving, cum shot on ass, unprotected because this was unexpected hate fuck (but wrap it up), a little bit of degrading, but that's all I can label.

Word Count: 6.1k (You know what it be LMAO)

“You’re an asshole.” You spat, walking out of the boardroom and turning sharply on your heel down the hall.

Asshole was an understatement. Infuriating, jerk, jackass, arrogant, intolerable, the list could go on. Javier Peña, somehow your new partner when you were sent down here, and you would’ve chosen anyone else over him. If it meant peaceful, level-headed conversations, you would’ve even taken the secretary to be your partner. Being at his throat on an everyday basis was draining, lighting fires in you every time he got under your skin.

“I could say the same about you.” Catching up to you and jaw tightening, his presence was something you wanted to shake, but you couldn’t.

“You do it every day.” A dry laugh echoed from you as you walked into the empty office, turning on the lights.

“That’s because you give me a reason to.” You half sat on the desk as he leaned against it in the doorway. How could he be so calm while your blood was boiling, the tipping mark fading into the distance.

“Oh I give you a reason when you get your ass handed to you most days.” You hissed, venom laced in your tone as you folded your arms.

“Did we go to the same meeting because you got your ass handed to you as well in there.” You wanted to forget it all. Crosby and Noonan taking turns tearing into you both over negligence and overall stupidity. A waste of 15 minutes when you could’ve been home, far away from him, since he walked further into the room.

“That’s because your fuck-up got us here.” You tried to keep your voice down as you heard your superiors leaving the building. When you both heard the elevator door open and close, you knew there was no one else there besides you two.

“My fuck-up? It was you who didn’t trust my informant.”

“Because she lies more than she tells the truth! And why would I trust any girl who you’ve been fucking more than talking to.” He narrowed his eyes at you and walked closer, this being the closest you could tolerate since you could feel something brewing in you that you couldn’t place your finger on.

“What I do is my business. I don’t let it cloud my judgment.” He looked down at you, and you kept eye contact, the glare intensifying as you cocked your head slightly.

“You sure about that?”

“What the fuck are you implying since I’m not the one who slept my way up here.” A low blow. Rumors had traveled with you the moment you arrived. The only woman who was qualified for the job, every man was against you for supposedly taking their spot when they didn’t earn it. You worked just like everyone else did, and he was only doing it to get under your skin.

“Don’t you fucking believe that I slept my way up here when you sleep your way into information that leads to fuckups.” Deflection at its finest with him, but you weren’t having it. You were going to leave, but he closed that gap between you, his legs right on yours, and you sat more on the desk. His hands were on the desk, and he was dangerously close to you, your heart pounding out of anger and curiosity about what he would do.

“I don’t let a fuck get in the way of my job. You may be new here, but this is how it goes.” His eyes had never looked so dark before, and you were unsure of why you couldn’t break eye contact with him. Infuriating, yet the pool of desire had grown significantly when you moved your legs.

“You know what? Fuck you.” You spat at him. You could tell he was taken aback by your boldness, but he remained firm where he stood.

“Fuck you.” He enunciated those words, but when you saw the flicker down to your lips ever so slightly, you felt that small stoke of the flame reach new heights.

That first brush on your lips that turned into heady, almost feral kisses was nothing that you could expect. How did he manage to have impossibly soft lips, the odd taste of whiskey that made you drunk over him. The nibble on your bottom lip, the groan that did nothing to quell your desire except intensify it. How his hands rose up your arms to pull off your suit jacket, and his fingertips brushed your exposed collarbone. You helped him with taking off the jacket, discarding it on the desk, and kicking off your heels. He pulled off his jacket and threw it somewhere as you were unbuttoning his shirt as fast as you could.

“Someone’s excited,” He mumbled against your lips, unbuttoning the last button for you and taking it off. “This what you wanted?”

“Don’t let that ego of yours get any bigger,” You mumbled back, and he nibbled on your lip in retaliation. “You’re gonna tease me now?” You pulled back to pull off your blouse, moving it on the table again before you went to unclasp your bra in the front. He stopped you, doing it himself and watching your breasts fall, which made him groan.

“You’re the one teasing me.” He countered before his lips were back on yours with more ferocity that you didn’t think was possible. His hands traveled to your breasts, and yours went up and down his body, feeling him and finally understanding why those women would throw themselves at him. Why he was so confident because he felt amazing. Sure, his arrogance got under your skin, but now you wanted him skin-to-skin with you. You moaned in his mouth when he was playing with your nipples, to which he smiled against your lips. Damn him and all the reactions he could get out of you. Fuck him, you repeated in your head, but your body was begging for him to explore you. He left your lips and kissed down your jaw and to your throat, leaving chaste kisses until that one made you whine. The laugh that followed left you embarrassed and more turned on than you wanted to admit.

“I knew you were a little noisy but whining? Something finally coming out of that mouth of yours that I like.” With that glint in his eye from the window, you could see that he enjoyed all of it. Finally having you after months of being at your throat.

“Shut up already.” You feigned annoyance, but he saw right through you.

“Be careful what you ask for.” You couldn’t come up with a retort once he put his mouth on your nipple, his tongue twirling around it, sucking, flicking it. His other hand massaged your other breast, and you instinctively opened your legs more to let him slide in between you. Even with not being a fan of nipple sucking, he made it hot. You looked down at him and saw he was looking at you, eyes a little low, but his gaze never wavering. You put your hand in his hair and tangled in it, gripping a little when he sucked harder.

“Please don’t stop,” You whined further, grinding on the desk to get some friction. He shifted his mouth to your other breast to give it the attention it deserved, and his hands traveled down to your pants, unbuttoning them without a second thought. He pulled at the hem of them, you moved your hand out of his hair, and put your feet back on the floor to get out of them with him stopping with your breasts to catch his breath. He pulled your pants and panties down for you and kissed your hips, then your thighs, your calves, and when you kicked your pants off he put you back on the desk. You leaned back a little as he put your legs on his shoulders, kneeling before you. You gripped the desk for balance as he got close to your dripping pussy, that smile on his face something that would be imprinted in your mind for a lifetime.

“You sure you hate me?” Ever the one to still push your buttons, you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t fucking stand you.” Those little white lies that you both knew were meaningless as he put two fingers right near your clit and dragged it down on the slit, gathering up your slick in one go.

“You sure about that because she’s telling me otherwise.” He held up his fingers and, just like that, coated with your desire for him that you couldn’t deny without feeling foolish.

“Fuck me.” Double meaning as you knew you were in for it and you needed him to fuck you, he kissed your clit and licked gently, making you gasp.

“Gladly.” Flattening his tongue to lick up your hole, the slit, up to your clit, then sucking your clit, and you were gone. You didn’t know how loud you could get until now, hands tangled in his hair as he switched from sucking to tasting your slick near your hole, the wave of pleasure riding through your body with each passing moment. But when those same two fingers brushed at your hole, the small push before fully slotting them inside you, you forgot how good fingering could be. Curling at your spot, the pace that matched with each suck, the moans that vibrated against your clit. You were sure if there was anyone else in the building on a different floor, they would’ve heard you. But all those rumors surrounding your insufferable partner were true.

“So fucking sweet,” He moved his head up to say that and look at you, that look on your face of pure ecstasy was something he never wanted to forget. Biting your lip, eyes a little low, slightly flushed cheeks, and then trailing down your body to see the thin layer of perspiration glowing on your skin, he felt his dick twitch in his pants from that.

“J-Javi, please I-” The all too familiar feeling in your stomach, the intensity rising as he fingered you a little faster, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers and make a mess? Déjandome usar tu coño así.” He dove back down to your clit to suck and lick just as he did before. You gripped his hair, and when he curled at that spot, you inhaled a sharp breath and let go, all the sounds you were holding back flowing out and the shutters washing over you. Riding you through it, he slowed his actions just as you stopped shaking, giving your clit a final kiss, and licking at your hole to make you jump. He then brought his fingers to his mouth and got up to show you him tasting it, the act making you clench around nothing when he pulled them out, and they were clean.

“Dulce, mami,” He mumbled before he kissed you, pulling down his pants hastily. You moved your hand down his stomach and palmed him in his boxers, surprised at his size. Even in his tight clothes, you never imagined it to feel this good, this thick. The stretch would be nothing like you imagined, making you pull away from him to get on your knees.

You pulled down his boxers and watched his dick spring up. The rosy red tip with precum leaking, the slight curve, the thickness, it was a sight for sore eyes. You looked up at him and licked your lips before kissing the tip and licking the precum to see him groan and grip the desk. You sucked the tip just enough to tease, making his jaw tighten. You enjoyed the stretch on your lips and jaw as you reached closer to the base. His hand was right at the back of your head, guiding you down nice and slow, coaxing you to take it.

“You can do it, baby. Take every inch of me.” That little praise made you go down to the base, lips touching that soft patch of hair before pulling away, spit dribbling at your lip. You spat in your hand and brought it to the tip, stroking slowly but squeezing just enough to make him hiss. He fucked himself into your tight grip, and you began to move your hand from tip to base, enjoying the way he opened up your grip with how thick he was. You sucked the tip and decided to move your hand down to his thigh to hold him in place to take him to the back of your throat.

“You feel so fucking good. Should’ve known with all that talking you do I should’ve stuffed your mouth.” His knuckles were almost white with how he gripped the desk, and you popped your lips off the tip to glare at him.

“God, you’re so infuriating.” He had a talent for getting under your skin even when you were on your knees for him.

“You’re so much worse.”

“Is this worse?” You put your lips back on the tip and looked up at him.

“N-no.” A smirk was lightly tugging at your lips when you pulled off him again.

“Aw, you’re stuttering.”

“You were doing it first,” Instead of arguing, you took him whole in one go to make him suck in a sharp breath. You kept going just like that, from tip to base taking him until you had to catch your breath and stroke the tip, flicking your wrist a little before going back down to do it again. It kept going like that, Javi was blown away at how long you wanted his shaft down your throat. But something else lingered, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

You could tell he was getting close when a slight whimper escaped his lips. So low that you almost thought it was a figment of your imagination, but it happened again. The sound lit something in you, and you had to get it again, and again, and again because with how much you loved those groans, to hear him have such desperation in his voice, so much ecstasy at your ministrations, it was a high that you never wanted to get off of.

“Right there, baby. Keep going for me, please.” The strain in his voice was evident, and somehow the curve in your mouth grew. There were two thoughts buzzing through your head, surprisingly. To swallow him whole and let him cum, or to deny? Sure, the desire was close to winning, but he had to pay after the stunt he pulled. So, you stopped everything.

“What the fuck was that?” The fire in his eyes elicited a smirk from you.

“You gotta fuck me first if you want to cum.” Toying with him, he pulled you up and pushed you onto the desk, bending you over while you knew you were getting under his skin.

“Oh I’ll fuck you.” Roughly, he pushed inside you, the sheer size making you yelp as he fucked you. Hands gripped tightly on your hips, the grunts that fell from his lips, and knowing that he was taking you just as he knew you would.

“You think it's funny to tease me, don’t you?” He smacked your ass as he thrusted inside you.

“I-I do.” He smacked your ass again, making you bite your lip and hold back your moans.

“Oh, you like the pain,” He smacked your ass three times in a row, and you were sure that it made your ass burn bright red as each sting brought more pain and pleasure from the last. “My handprint on your ass right now is perfect. Little fucking slut.” The way those words fell from his lips would normally make you angry, but it didn’t do anything but make you clench around him harder.

“F-Fuck you!” You stuttered out, pleasure blinding you as you started to meet his thrusts halfway.

“F-Fuck you too.” He pulled you by your hair, and the glimpse you got of light sweat dripping down his face, head full of hair a mess, gritting words through his teeth was breathtaking. He moved your head back down and let go of your hair, resting his hand back on your hip.

You whined a little, feeling your orgasm approach quickly. From how he stretched you out and brushed up against your pleasure spot, you knew it would come quicker than you could anticipate. You wanted to cum without him noticing, but with the pulsing you did all around his shaft, he knew that you were trying to play it off.

“Feels like you want to cum,” He trailed off as he moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing tight and fast circles enough to make you jolt up.

“Yes, I need to cum.” You rasped out, barely making a coherent thought in your head. He fucked you through it just until you were about to cum, even denying himself an orgasm before he pulled out, making you turn your head to look at him.

“You thought I would let you cum? So naïve.” He laughed while you were fuming. Why did you think he would let you cum twice after the stunt you pulled? And, more importantly, why were you in this position?

“I fucking hate you.” You gritted through your teeth, getting ready to move away and get dressed, but he stopped you, gripping your hip with one hand to keep you in place.

“I hate you so much more.” He pushed back inside you, and you were relieved to feel him again, even with your mind telling you that he was the enemy. An enemy who could play with your body while simultaneously getting under your skin, bringing you to ecstasy faster than any man could.

But for him, hearing you loosen up on him, the regular insults transforming into breathless moans as your body begging for him changed something in him. A hate fuck that he was used to, getting it out of the way before he would go home to drink and go to sleep. But this? No, he was transfixed on giving you more than he normally would, even if you were everything that he couldn’t stand.

Suddenly, a twitch was felt right up on your spot as your intense pulses increasing with each second. His hand went back down to your clit to rub faster circles, and he bent down just enough to get a little closer to your ear.

“You gonna cum? Use that pretty mouth of yours and scream my name.” Deep, a little raspy even as he encouraged you to cum, you let go and squeezed all around him as you came, much to his pleasure as he tried to ride it out for you. Just as he couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled out in a haste to cum on your ass. Heavy breaths, body shaking, mind empty, you both were spent. Drunk off the other's touch and how you both felt, you knew you did something that would cause issues in the morning. He moved off to grab a tissue from the desk, wiping off your other ass cheek that he came on and admiring the light handprint on your ass.

“That’s gonna be pretty in the morning.” He commented as he got up. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your clothes which were all over the place, putting them on quickly.

“How does everything that comes out of your mouth annoy me?” You put your blouse back on and looked at him as he put his shirt back on.

“Just before you were enjoying my words.” Your face burned after he spoke, turning your head while you pulled on your panties and then pants.

“That doesn’t count,” You trailed off, voice not as strong as usual given that you knew you were lying.

“Right,” He pulled on his pants, walking over to you to tilt your head up when he finished. “I can go for round 2 at your place.” Your eyes lit up at those words, and you smirked.

“Follow me home then.”

The Colombian sun shined through your bedroom window, cascading a shadow on your bed as you stirred in your sleep. The window was open, making your room a little bit rise in temperature by noon, and you could faintly hear the cars driving down the street. The sheets tangled, limbs as well, an arm lazily wrapped around your waist, you were close to thinking that you were still dreaming. Your back felt warm, and there was a soft rumble hitting your upper back with each breath he took. Finally, you opened your eyes, seeing that the sun was higher in the sky, which you were not used to seeing so much in your apartment. You turned to face Javi, seeing that he was fast asleep, snoring softly as he was undisturbed by your shift in bed.

Somehow, he looks softer than you’ve ever seen him. The sheet rested just above his hip bone, trailing up, you could see his tan skin, the soft expanse of his stomach, his chest, his collarbone, his neck, up to his face. That damned face of his. 12 hours ago, and you couldn’t stand the sight of him, yet he was tangled in your bed, snoring softly. If you didn’t remember that he was the enemy still, you would’ve stared at him until you couldn’t anymore, but when you turned over to finally look at your clock, and it read 8:00 am, you were fucked.

“Shit. I’m late.” You sprung out of bed to close your window. Javi stirred as he rubbed his eyes.

“What time is it?”

“8:00 am. We have to meet Noonan by 8:30.” You rushed it out as you tried to find clean clothes, cursing yourself for not getting up. That alarm you had to set faded into the distance when you brought him to your bed last night. The way his lips felt on your neck made all your thoughts melt away as you let him take you once more.

“Fuck, you’re right.” He got out of bed fast, trying to find his clothes that were discarded in your room. It didn’t take much last night to help him undress, although it was slower, less hasty. The air felt different the second go around, with no pesky insults to throw the other off the scent of surface-level tension, culminating into something more. It was just you and him, using every inch of the bed for as long as you could keep your eyes open. You both put your clothes on and were headed for the door when you turned to face him, your face burning at how this would play out.

“What are we going to tell Noonan?” You asked, and his incredulous look made you sink further into embarrassment.

“What do you mean what do we tell her?”

“She’s going to ask why we’re both late, so we need an excuse.” Perhaps you were overthinking it, trying to avoid the other question that was burning in your head worse than a typical hangover.

“Just act how you normally act and I’ll do the same. Shouldn’t be too hard since this was just a one-time thing.” He brushed it off and walked ahead of you, and it stung in your heart more than his usual banter with you. Nothing was what he thought. Nothing to him when it meant everything to you when he was coaxing you into new highs for him, to unwind for him and let him get to the deepest parts of you. Nothing. Nothing for him, and it was nothing for you as you walked out the door.

“Got it.” The hardness in your voice surprised him when you didn’t catch his eyes again. You were the same as you were yesterday, stoic and angry as he knew you to be most of the time. Yet he realized he liked it more the way you were last night and how he was much softer with you. To have it all again would be nice, but those dreams of tomorrow were not promised in the lives you both lived.

A traffic-filled drive later, you and Javi were in the elevator waiting to see Noonan. You both look disheveled, even with fixing yourself in the car as you drove, but it would still get some comments from her that you didn’t need. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, and you both walked there as fast as you could, seeing that Noonan’s door was ajar. You walked in first, and Javi followed. and Noonan looked just the same as last night, making you wish you didn’t have to see her today.

“You both look like you went through a pigsty.” She pushed her papers to the side and darted her eyes between you both.

“Shower’s broken.” You made up, and you could see Noonan was fighting to roll her eyes at you.

“Well get it fixed.”

“Will do.” It was best to speak less around her, and when her attention was redirected to Javi, you were in the clear.

“What’s your excuse Peña? Couldn’t bother to iron?” Javi had a backup outfit in his car, yet it was wrinkled, and you could only imagine why that was the case.

“The iron broke yesterday. Didn’t have time to buy another one.” She didn’t buy it at all, and if you weren’t still pissed from earlier, you would’ve fought back a laugh.

“You have time to fuck up everything else but not get ready. Your priorities are wonderful,” You had to stifle a laugh there, or else she would chew you in again. “Just get your shit done and try to fix yourselves up.”

“Understood.” You both spoke in unison.

“And that meeting yesterday was a disaster. I’ve never had partners go against each other like that to save their ass.”

“With all due respect, Y/L/N went out on a limb and I didn’t have much of a choice. She wouldn’t trust my informant even after she met her.” You turned your head to look at him, the urge to slap him making you ball your hand into a fist.

“You seem to make a lot of choices for yourself without much thought, Peña. Don’t act like you have reservations now.”

“Peña’s informant has lied multiple times now, only with some of her intel being useful. I didn’t trust her with this because it could’ve led us to a death trap and he keeps going to her anyways. I had to do what made sense.” The damage control was useless once more, as you could see the irritation in her eyes.

“What would’ve made sense was to follow protocol. You went completely off the rails and were going to put yourself in danger without telling anyone. For that I should send you back to the States.”

“I’m sorry about what I did. It won’t happen it again.” Javi didn’t say anything, and you presumed it was that she wouldn’t believe he was sorry anyways.

“You’re right, it won’t. Figure out how to work together or I’ll put you both on desk duty permanently somewhere else. Now go take care of that paperwork Juarez left on your desks.”

“Yes ma’am.” You both walked out, reminiscent of the night before as you were fuming again. You walked straight to your desk and saw the stacks of files that were as tall as you are right in the middle. Javi’s was a little bit larger, and you wished someone else could help. You sat down and began to sort through them, ignoring the stare he was giving you.

“Your hair looks like it got tangled in a fan.” You scoffed, his first words to you being an insult like always.

“Could say the same for you. You could go undercover as a shaggy dog.”

“You seemed to like it last night.”

“That was a mistake.” You gritted through your teeth. You didn’t look, but you could feel the air shift between you two.

“You’re right. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He was stoic, maybe a little angry, even when he didn’t have the right to be. After all, it was his idea to treat it as such.

“I’m just following what you said this morning. Nothing remotely special about what happened.” While you were talking to him, deep down, you were reassuring yourself that this was all it was as you read through the files and tried to finish them off. Distractions from how your body shivered from the memories of last night, how he said those sweet little nothings that would echo in your mind longer than they should.

“Something’s finally useful in that head of yours.”

“I’m surprised you have thoughts at all. You only seem to think when it’s about saving your ass.” You took a quick glance and saw he was fuming and doing a terrible job of hiding it.

“I missed it when you weren’t speaking.” He muttered, finishing a file and sliding it over in haste.

“And I can’t wait to get away from you.” You replied, busying yourself with files as you could feel the pang in your heart grow with each passing moment. You blinked away your tears as you thought about last night, returning you to a better place.

Brushing your hair out of your face, the gentle kiss on your forehead. Sweet nothings as he went slow. Completely drunk off of both times, but the second one made you squeeze his hand as he thrusted into you. Again, and again, and again.

Nightfall came, and you were finished with your files. Javi had finished 20 minutes before you did, leaving without saying goodnight. You turned off the light at your desk and grabbed your things, passing by the office for a moment which made you stop in your tracks. Nearly 24 hours ago, he had you bent over in there and then, shortly after, gave you a much tender, softer side of him that you couldn’t stop thinking about. Now, it was as if nothing happened when you wanted to talk about it. Hell, you wanted it to happen again, and again, and again. He made your existence hell, but when you thought about things as you walked into the office, you thought about who he really was. His efforts were unconventional, but he had to get his hands dirty after doing this for a long time. And even with how he pushed back on your efforts, he had reason, as did you. Maybe you had him pegged wrong, but you were going to stick to what you said before. It was nothing, despite it making you feel everything.

You went to the elevator and hit the garage level, fighting back tears as they threatened to fall before you got in the car. What were you feeling over one night? Was the first time what tipped you over the edge, or was it the second time? That damned second time shouldn’t have happened. But you didn’t want to regret it, not when it replayed in your head.

“That’s it. Take it all for me.”

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

"Tomándome tan bien."

And a little phrase that went over your head.

“Eres mía.”

Before you knew it, the elevator dinged, and you reached the garage level. You walked out and saw that Javi was there on the left waiting for you.

“I thought you left 20 minutes ago.” You asked, but you didn’t look at him. Not when your eyes were still a little glassy and you didn’t want to be that vulnerable.

“I was, but I waited so I could tail you on the way home.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Now he cares. Now he wants to be nice.

“I’m good, Javi. I can take care of myself alright? I have my gun and my knife so there’s no need to worry.” You were beginning to walk off but he caught your wrist and pulled you back.

“There’s sicarios out there. I can’t let you go out there like that.” You finally looked at him and saw his eyes were a little glassy too. Surely you were imagining it. You had to be.

“Why do you care?” Voice trembling, you were letting a wall down with him.

“I…I don’t. I’m just making sure you don’t become the next example for them.” Somehow that beat he took before speaking gave you everything you needed to know.

“You never did this before.”

“I’m not gonna make it a habit.” If he was going to close up, so were you. You took his hand off your wrist and moved back.

“I don’t expect you to. You’re just doing your job I guess.” You regretted asking that question, and your feet were itching to run to your car.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing, Javi. Just go home and leave me be.” Your feet begged to run, but your heart kept you right in place.

“Answer me.”

“I don’t have to. It didn’t mean anything just like none of this means anything.” Tears welled again just as your heart swelled from pain. Why couldn’t you leave? What was seeing him get closer to you, grabbing your hands and interlocking them that made you want more?

“This doesn’t mean anything to you?” He caught your gaze and you couldn’t escape it. You sucked in a breath, savoring it before answering.

“No.”

“You hesitated.” He squeezed your hand and you squeezed back.

“Does it mean anything to you?” You countered.

“Don’t put this on me.” Damn him for calling you out for the reversal.

“You asked.”

“Be honest with me. Did you think about what we did last night at all today?” His voice was softer, the hint of desperation laced in that pulled at your heartstrings.

“Did you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Okay, maybe. Did you?” That maybe held you from admitting it completely, but the glimmer of hope that flashed in his eyes made you realize that it meant something to him.

“All day today. I couldn’t stop.” He was a little breathless, the weight of that finally off his shoulders.

“I thought you didn’t care.” He sighed when you spoke.

“Did you believe me for a second when I said it?”

“I had my doubts but I wasn’t sure. Did you believe me?”

“No. Not then, not now.” He squeezed your hand again, pulling you a little closer. He opened his mouth but closed it just as fast, making you wonder what he wanted to say.

“You’re hesitating on asking me something.” He averted his eyes from you but you caught his gaze again.

“Well if you’re going to dodge the truth I won’t ask.”

“I’ll be honest. I swear.”

“Do you want that to happen again…and more?” The vulnerability in his voice was evident with the pause he took, his voice cracking just enough that you knew you weren’t in this by yourself.

“I do. Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.” That was all you needed to hear before you took the leap. That leap led you to kiss him softly, pouring all those buried feelings into it, knowing that you were finally happy. Happiest with him, even with what would come after. He pulled back but he let go of your hands and put them on your cheeks, rubbing his thumb against them.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you before. I never believed the rumors because you proved yourself. And I’m sorry for what I did earlier with Noonan. You were right about my informant even when I didn’t want to believe it.” Sincerity in his voice and his eyes, you gave him a warm smile that you didn’t know you had in you after all this time being down here.

“It’s okay. And I’m sorry for accusing you of letting things like your informants get in the way of your job. I know we both want the same thing we just have different ways of getting it done.” The smile that was etched onto his face made you smile a little wider, two grinning agents as if they were teens crushing on each other.

“I think we want two things.” You cocked your head to the side as his smile changed into a smirk.

“You sure?” You challenged, and he kissed you again, which was deeper and more passionate. Somehow, you didn’t think you would get enough of his kisses anytime soon.

“Positive.”

“Tail me home then.”

Translations:

Déjandome usar tu coño así - Letting me use your pussy like this.

Dulce - Sweet (you guys should know what mami is LMAO)

Tomándome tan bien - You're taking me so well.

Eres mía - You're mine.

#javier pena smut #javier peña x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #javier peña #javier pena #javier pena x you #javier pena angst #javier pena/reader #narcos #narcos fanfiction #narcos smut #narcos fic #pedropascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #lanawrites #coworkers to lovers #slight enemies to lovers #i say slight because it's not full blown but its there

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Hysteria || Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings/AN: This is finally part two of Panic! So there is a lot of mention of anxiety ticks and triggers based on how I experience them. Otherwise, I don’t think there is much to warn. If you feel I need to add something here though, please let me know!

A week and a half.

It passed by so quickly and so agonizingly slowly all at the same time. You’d been so wrapped up in work, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, that you never typed out that text message to Mysterious Bar Guy. Even though Mysterious Bar Guy has been on your mind the entire time. It was hard to get someone like that out of your head after such an unbelievable meeting. You often found yourself questioning if it was fate, something you rarely let happen.

The project the office had been working on was harrowing for everyone, apparently. Or they were just excited to have finally found a nice bar to frequent because plans were already being made to visit the Hard Deck again. In a week... After your last experience, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go but ultimately agreed due to much pleading from your friends. The only issue was that it put just a bit more pressure on to get that message sent off to the man who had turned the evening around the last time.

For an hour at the end of your day, you sat at your desk with an open and blank text message. The slight blink of the cursor was taunting you, your own phone making fun of the fact that you couldn’t tap out even a simple message. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard but it has been so long. You were pushing two weeks since you'd last seen him. Has it been too long? He probably forgot about the whole interaction by now.

“Hey!”

A knock on your office door had you nearly jumping out of your skin, your head snapping up from your phone screen to see a coworker standing in the doorway. They offered a small smile in apology for scaring you as you clutched your chest.

“You coming? We’re heading out now.”

You nodded, muttering a complaint of their scaring you. It was met with a chuckle as they backed away from your door. Quickly you gathered your things so you could follow your friends out of the building for the day, they didn't like to wait around. The text message that was never formulated would have to wait a little longer. Maybe cooking dinner would bring inspiration. At least you hoped because there was no way you could wait any longer than tonight to text him. He really would forget about you if you didn’t get the show on the road, so to speak.

Your entire commute home was driven on autopilot as you thought far too hard about a good opening text. By the time you pulled into your driveway, you still hadn’t decided if he would even want that text now or not. Somehow, driving on autopilot was quicker for you because you had more time left in your evening than usual after dinner. Which unfortunately meant far too long to let you overthink a text message that really shouldn't be so difficult to formulate.

Once dinner was put away, and the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher you’d sat back down with your phone. The couch welcomed you with open arms and being comfortable helped settle some of the racing thoughts you were trying to fight off. You have always been able to think a little more clearly when you were in a comfortable setting. Several messages were typed out though, and then deleted before you finally settled on one that was going to have to be good enough. There was no way you could convince yourself to spend any more time on this.

Settle any good anxiety-riddled women on a deck outside of a bar lately?

You weren’t expecting a reply so quickly but before you could even get up off the couch to start your nighttime routine your phone chimed.

Mysterious Bar Guy: No, I save that for the really special ones. Didn’t think I’d hear from her again though.

A sense of calm washed over you at his quick and easy reply, even if you felt a little terrible about making him wait so long. The conversation lasted about half an hour, you apologized profusely and blamed a busy work schedule. He was quick to accept the apology and plan a date for the next evening. A date he refused to disclose any information on, and insisted happen so soon because too much time had passed already. When you demanded to know enough for a dress code, well as demanding as you could bring yourself to be, he relented in telling you to dress like you would for the bar.

At first that made you nervous. He seemed too good to be true so dragging you back to the bar you met for a first date might have made him a little less perfect, but he seemed to realize how that answer had come off and quickly sent another text message. This one to assure you that was not what was happening, he just wanted you comfortable. You wondered all day at work what he could have planned. Texts were sent back and forth all day as you tried to get more info out of him. He was sealed tight though, and very proud of his plans. That would be why you spent the last half of your free evening pacing your house until you needed to get ready.

There was practically a trench in your living room by the time you decided what you’d wear and how you’d do your makeup. A mental game plan was needed before you even attempted to look at your closet or you would never pick anything. When the time was appropriate and the game plan was set, you made your way to your room to settle into an easy routine. Something about doing your makeup always relaxed you. So, by the time there was a ringing of your doorbell you weren’t as nervous anymore. At least until you had to make your way to the door to let him in. Butterflies raged on in your stomach, almost making you wonder if they had gone away at all, while you descended the stairs.

With a shaky hand, you pulled the door open and as soon as your eyes met his, everything dropped. Your shoulders were no longer hunched up to your ears, a steady smile pulled your lips upwards, and you let out a breath you’d been holding since before you even got home this afternoon. Jake didn’t let onto it, but you could tell he noticed. It was only slightly embarrassing.

“Hi,” you breathed while stepping aside and motioning for him to come inside.

He stood in the doorway with a small bouquet of wildflowers, not too much but definitely not empty-handed. Normally, you wouldn’t consider yourself a flower kind of person but you couldn’t help but be tonight. They were so pretty and the giddy feeling you got thinking about how he considered what he has learned about you so far to pick such a small bouquet made you understand why someone would enjoy this. It was almost scary how easy and comfortable everything was with him. It was the complete opposite of how you usually felt around strangers.

“Hi, these are for you. You look gorgeous.”

You could feel the heat flood your cheeks and decided to avoid eye contact as you reached for the flowers and took a sniff. Your eyes met his for one second, only rushing that heat to your ears.

“They’re beautiful, thank you. I’m gonna put them in water, and then I’m all set.”

When you returned from the kitchen, Jake was leaning against the entryway by your living room. His eyes following your every move. As soon as you stopped to stand in front of him, your fingers began fidgeting with bubbling anxiety, he pushed off the wall to grab your hands. He quickly bent at the knees, just a bit, so he could look you in the eyes a little easier as you refused to bring them back up to meet his.

“What’re ya scared of darlin’?” He asked, no judgment or accusation in his tone.

“That this could all go horribly wrong and I could end up never seeing you again.”

Your reply came so easily, so quickly, it startled you. It was the most honest you had ever been with someone you barely knew. Maybe the most honest you have ever been with another person in general.

“I don’t think that’s anything you need to worry about.”

His reassurances were nice and came almost as quickly as your honest answer had a moment ago. It was just as startling, which held a vague comfort. It was nearly impossible to lie that quickly, right?

The rest of the evening couldn’t have gone by any better, or smoother. Jake was the perfect Southern gentleman, holding doors and offering his hand to help you in and out of his truck. He didn’t disappoint with a small, quiet little diner for dinner. You both ordered burgers and milkshakes and chatted for well over an hour before he insisted it was time to go. He checked in on the drive to the surprise main event, making sure you were okay and comfortable. When you said you were fine but started to fidget with your fingers, he offered one hand from the steering wheel. You took it gratefully and immediately settled. It didn't matter where he was taking you. Some surprises could be good. You had to know that. So, you allowed his touch to relax you as much as you could manage.

He had known that a fancy, busy restaurant would have probably caused a little anxiety. It had taken him forever to find the small diner that seemed to be nearly empty at all times. The food was great though, and when you were comfortable enough to chat for so long he had known he’d made the right decision. He filled you in on this as he drove, trying to distract you from the fact that you had no idea what he had up his sleeve. It was also a great way to fill the silence that had settled into the vehicle, it wasn't quite awkward but you're sure that if he hadn't started talking it probably would have reached that level eventually.

When the door opened and his hand stretched back out to you to help you back out of the truck, your eyes nearly bugged out of your head and a small gasp left your lips. Your feet hit the ground but you barely noticed as you turned to look at him, the shock still clear on your face.

“You didn’t...”

It was easy to read the pride on his face as he nodded and informed you that he had in fact done it. During one of your texting conversations, which had happened right before this date, he had told you all about flying. You had mentioned your love of sunsets and he said they were best while up in the air. The exact response you gave him was long forgotten since the wee hours of this morning but you know it was along the terms of wanting to see that. You’d ask how he managed this on such short notice one day, but today you were blithely excited as you both bounded toward the giant hot air balloon.

Light changes quickly, you knew that from a brief stint in the photography field. So you were both compliant to all rules and information given as they filled the balloon and you started to ascend into the air. You had never had a first date even close to as good as this. His arms wrapped around you and held you close to his chest as you both whispered your awe for the beauty of the changing sky. It took a conscious effort to not start crying over how good this was. Something in the back of your brain was nagging that it couldn't be real, or wouldn't last at the very least. While you floated through the sky with his voice in your ear, talking all about what it's like to see this in the jet he flies for work, you settled. His chatter and body language was enough to shut up your traitorous brain for now.

When the basket touched the earth again, and it was time to end your evening, anxiety and dread started to bubble in your chest though. You couldn’t have had a better time. It was perfect. He was perfect. And that was terrifying because when would the other shoe drop? Jake did a phenomenal job of keeping you from a downward spiral while you chatted on the way to your house. His hand was placed firmly on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. The wind from the downed windows whipped through your hair, and a faint country love song played on the radio. He even walked you to the door, kissed your cheek, and whispered a perfectly raspy goodnight in your ear. It wasn’t until he was gone that you panicked again.

That trench in your living room only worried deeper as you refused to sleep the rest of the night. The fact that you had to work first thing in the morning be damned. There was so much to think over, so much to dissect from the evening. Perfect evenings like that only happened in your dreams, movies, and fanfics. They didn't happen to you. Let alone the way you met the man of your dreams. In the modern, real world that you actually lived in, people met on apps like Tinder and wondered why it wouldn't work out. So many reasons why you shouldn't be getting a fairy tale ending, or how they weren't real raced in your head. Your pacing only stopped long enough to read the text Jake sent to let you know he was home safe, per your request.

You didn’t reply.

In fact, you didn’t reply to a single text he sent for the next almost two weeks.

His messages never stopped being sweet, even as the beautiful flowers he’d gotten you died on the counter. As each petal fell, you knew you were losing your chance. You were losing him. But, did you ever have him? What if the amount of talking you’d actually done was annoying and he just wanted one thing? What if he would drop you immediately after he got it? What if he found something better? It was infuriating that all you could think about were the terrible things that could happen. You were singlehandedly making your worse fears come true but nothing you did could make you reply. Even his adorable little pleas for you to at least let him know you were alive.

The first day you didn’t receive a text from him, you found yourself with your head between your knees as you tried to calm down enough to not throw up all over your office. It didn’t help that it was Friday, finally, and the plan was for everyone to go out to the Hard Deck for drinks, that you had made them push back last week. Not a single one of your friends would let you out of it now. They didn’t know you were self-sabotaging, not that it would have made a difference. Honestly, it probably would have made them take you sooner to find the very nice, handsome pilot you could already picture a future with. If you hadn’t messed it all up.

He was the first thing you noticed the minute you walked into the bar that night. Luckily, he hadn’t seen you yet. You needed a drink, a strong one or five before you attempted to confront your mistakes. Your best friend from work volunteered for the first round, and as you slid into the booth you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He looked just as perfect as the first night you met him. His uniform fit way too well to not have been tailored. The megawatt smile he wore, while he played pool, tugged at your heartstrings. The stupid voice in your head told you he was clearly happy without you. You were overthinking and he was fine.

Round two came far quicker than anyone was expecting and you jumped at the chance to buy just so you could move. You had no room in the tight booth to do any form of fidgeting, and when your brain wouldn't shut up, moving seemed to help at least slow the Gilmore Girl-esque dialog a bit. As you stood at the bar you decided that five seemed like a good number before you went to him. What you hadn’t expected was that just someone accidentally stepping too close at the bar would bring back unpleasant flashbacks of being pawed the last time you were here in this very spot.

“Please don’t touch me.”

The plead was weak, and therefore deaf to the man who was practically stomping on your heels as he attempted to wave Penny down. He moved closer to squeeze between you and the other person next to you, all while your shoulders pulled further up towards your ears and the air began to feel thick. Clearly, his beer was more important than the people who were already waiting patiently. Your stomach rolled with unease, and when he finally noticed he was making you uncomfortable he laid it on a little thicker. A tactic to get his drink first, you were sure but as his hands found your waist you bolted. As you practically sprinted across the bar you decided that ordering drinks was no longer your job, ever again at any location.

There was only one person in this entire bar, hell the entire world, who could make you feel less like throwing up, and you went running for him. His name had left your lips in a terrified gasp before you were even close but his head whipped around to find you, and his arms opened wide. When you collided with his chest he had to take an unsteady step backwards to keep you from knocking both of you over. Before you could register much, you were outside.

Jake had passed his pool stick off and had shuffled you both out the back door. Your breathing was a little ragged but with his arms so tightly wrapped around you, and his scent relaxing everything in you, you were slowly returning to yourself. The salty spray of ocean air wafted through your hair and licked at your skin, a soft humming rang in your ear, and when it paused for a soft pair of lips to press a kiss into your hair, you melted.

“What happened after our date, sweetheart?”

The very long silence that had preceded his question wasn’t bad, the silence that followed was awkward. You tensed in his arms but did nothing else to move, you felt him give you a subtle squeeze in reassurance. He did not attempt to rush you and still made sure you were okay. It was almost like he could read your mind. The response you gave him had to be mumbled into his chest because there was no way you could lift your head and meet his eyes yet. One drink was not enough to prepare you for this.

“What do you mean?”

Smooth. If you could smack yourself in the face, you would have.

“I mean, where have ya been? I thought we’d already be a couple by now. That date went really well, didn’t it?”

“I-yo-wait.. what?”

You struggled your way out of his tight grasp and stared up at him with evident shock written on your face. He stared at you with a quiet acceptance that had you feeling even more guilty. There was something in his eyes that you couldn't bring yourself to even think about at the moment. Your brain would find a way to take the feeling and make it terrible if you ever thought of naming it. He didn’t say what you thought he did, did he? He couldn't have. If he had just said what you thought you definitely needed to not cry right now.

He just continues to stare at you for a minute, that look you can't name never wavering, knowing all you need is a second to wrap your head around what you want to say. So silence stretches on for a few seconds, that felt like hours. You open your mouth and then close it at least ten times before your brain allowed you to form a coherent sentence that kind of explained everything that has been going on for you in the last two weeks.

“It did go well. Very well. I just… well, you know,” you motion to your head, swirling your finger in the air like the whirlwind that is always happening in your head, “it gets crazy up here and I can get a little lost sometimes. I’d really love that second date if you’ll have me.”

The only indication that you might have a second chance at this is a faint smile. He barely lets you see it, his face schooled into a stoic mask. Your heart beats rapidly as you think about how you probably don’t deserve a second chance. He would be better off with someone who could function as a social human and answer his texts and pleas to let him know you were still alive. And then he speaks, and your heart stops dead in its tracks.

“For you darlin’?” He pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk pulling his lips up further, “I’d do anything you’d ask.”

And then it starts pumping again. Back in full force. Hard enough to completely break your chest. You’re going to marry this man one day, and if you don’t get that chance, it’ll be the end of you.

#Panic #Panic part 2 #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman fic #hangman imagine #top gun hangman

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cheemscakecat · 3 months

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Um.. No?

So someone wrote a Dadspy fic where Scout knew the entire time and he’s indifferent to the reveal. There were big two things that didn’t feel right to me though.

Scout passive aggressively ignoring and avoiding Sniper after he died in the hallway in comic #6.

For those that don’t want to read this other post of mine, I went over what happened to Sniper in the comics and how that mighta affected Spy wanting to disguise as Tom Jones.

Now Scout wouldn’t think about the fact that Spy saw what happened, but he would eventually be pulled aside by Demoman or somebody and told about Sniper’s situation. Especially if he and Spy had a falling out.

So I can’t imagine him ghosting the poor guy to break off their friendship.

2. This:

“He keeps acting like he always did with Spy. The sick satisfaction he gets every time Spy follows him cloaked and takes a bullet for him in battle, tries to give him little gifts or start conversations only to get rejected with that poker face sliding over his features was thrilling.

But it got boring pretty quickly. Unfortunately, Spy didn’t leave him alone even after he yelled at him to go be useful for once and ****ing creep around the other Scout if he wanted to play follow-the-leader so bad.”

What do you mean you enjoy reaping the benefits of your father taking bullets for you, then rejecting his attempts to do right by you?!

It’s one thing if Scout doesn’t know the extent of how much Spy tries to help him, like protecting him from Joey Murders when his arms were broken in prison. I can see him forgetting the better deeds of his father in the timelines where he didn’t know the truth.

It’s totally different if he knew the whole time, saw Spy putting his life on the line for him over and over, and knew that Spy wasn’t using those deeds to try to force father-son reconciliation.

Like, he did not do all of that expecting Scout to just forget being left behind and let bygones be bygones; he did it because he loves his son. He doesn’t bring any of that up when finally revealing the truth to his son, and he’s left in speechless horror and remorse when he finds out how long Scout knew. So it’s really evil and nasty to take pleasure in hurting him like Jeremy’s been doing.

“Sniper shifts uncomfortably and looks off to the side, most likely to a cloaked Spy. ‘Nah, mate. Just about the… father… thing.’

Scout drops his stuff in his locker. ‘Huh? What about it?’ Of course he knows. Scout isn’t dumb. He sees the way Spy looks more and more disheveled each day, eating less and less, staring at Scout more and more.

Scout thinks it because he is at that age that he would start nagging his family to visit more if he had a normal life. If he had stayed. But he didn’t, so he doesn’t have one to nag. Not outside the base and certainly not inside it. Maybe it finally dawned on him that his only child knows him at a coworker level and wants to keep it that way. That the night he spent with his Ma practically doesn’t mean anything to anyone, not even Scout’s Ma, but him.”

Scout, how do you know that your parents weren’t in a relationship for a few years? You figured out Spy was your dad when you somehow recognized him at 16 in a random diner, so Ma had to have kept a picture or something like that. Ask yourself, would she do that for a random guy that she knew for one night? And would she keep that if he meant nothing to her?

… And he’s really gonna just sit there and watch Spy go into a depression or worse with no remorse. Refusing to go talk to him knowing he’s standing next to Sniper, knowing he’s losing weight in a dangerous way.

That’s not indifference, that’s called hate.

Me personally, I think Scout’s the type to say something really harsh and hateful, but not actually mean it; and that he’d feel remorse for it later. Not prey on Spy’s downfall like he did in this fic. Respectfully.

#dadspy #tf2 #angst fanfic criticism #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #Poor Spy and Sniper.

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bropunzeling · 6 months

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would you ever do second chance future fic matthew/leon... i think that would hurt me a lot... something about not getting what you want and having to wait a little longer

ok the thing is i HAVE been thinking about this exact concept and like, idk if i want to give spoilers ig? but also it's my tumblr and i assume anything i post here has the same kind of lasting power as the cascadian glaciers in the age of climate change so as long as you promise to all forget it in case i get my act together and write it, we're golden.

but like, imagine a world where several years in the future, through cap and trade shenanigans i dare not say explicitly, leon ends up on the same team as matthew, who is his --

it's not exes. they weren't dating, for fuck's sake. but they started hooking up at some point during the bubble season. and not long into the bubble season, it got, well, it wasn't just your normal fuck and run. it was something they didn't talk about, it was something they did, where matthew would shove leon on his knees, or pull his hair, or dig his nails into bruises. and sometimes leon gave as good as he got but half the time he didn't, he just let matthew do whatever the fuck he wanted, which somehow always ended up being what leon wanted. to have someone else decide what they were doing. to have someone else set the parameters and wait for leon to meet them and tell him he was doing so fucking good.

and they could've gone on like that forever, until matthew left.

leon is aware that it wasn't personal, except for how it felt fucking personal.

so now he’s on his brand new team, trying to make nice with barkov and knight and the rest of them and meanwhile here's matthew, trying to be welcoming, which, that's fucking rich, and then matthew stops trying.

so they're teammates. coworkers. sometimes, they end up in the same places after games. sometimes, they're both sitting in the same hotel lobby bar on road trips. everyone is aware that there's something off, barkov even tries to give leon a come to jesus talk about it, but leon is never going to be buddy buddy with matthew and that'll have to fucking do.

until midway through the season a play goes wrong, and matthew snaps at leon, and leon snaps back, and it doesn't end on the bench, there's still that tension simmering when matthew follows him out to player parking, boxes him in by his car, asks what the fuck he's doing, how does he expect them to win when he won't even look matthew in the eye, fucking christ --

leon doesn't mean to kiss matthew. he's pretty sure matthew doesn't mean to kiss him back. he's pretty sure neither of them mean to head to leon's place, that neither of them mean to grapple against the front door, to get off on the living room couch.

for a moment, lying there naked next to each other, it almost feels like nothing has changed at all.

then, matthew says, i need to go.

it's like a river is rushing in leon's head. go, then, he says. it's all you ever seem to do.

[cue: more fighting!!!! long periods of longing and arguing and understanding who you are to each other! a push for the playoffs! eventually a resolution that involves negotiating the undernegotiated kink!!!]

#ask meme #me and maggie have been talking about undernegotiated kink for eons and someones gotta do it!!!!!

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lalunaescll · 2 months

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imo i am not good at writing chr x you, im better in writing chr x chr or chr x oc or maybe 1st person pov smth like that

and im sorry idk what is this, i just wrute something that comes to my mind

11.30 am

"I hate field work," you groan as you look at your now broken nails, "i mean, look!" You showed your hand to Javier and Steve.

"What's with it, hermosa?" Javi teasingly ask, knowing how to pull your strings, "that's bad," Steve mutter under his breath as he took a glance at your nails.

After a long field work of looking for Escobar's little rat you're stuck with two of your coworkers doing more paperwork, you would do anything to kill Escobar just so you won't have to work late.

You rolled your eyes as you lean back in your chair, "Javi, you're coming with me," you narrow your eyes at him, "where?" His dumbfounded face made you wanna smile even though you fight it hard not to show it.

"My next nail appointment, duh."

10.05 pm

"When a girl show you her nail you have, no, need, you need to react dramatically," you explain to him as you sat down in front of your nail tech as Javier sat down beside you on the floor, waiting for her to prepare her nail polish.

He nodded his head, looking at you seriously, "i think you should paint it, red," he murmurs under his breath. You shrug your shoulders, "no man can tell me what to paint my nails unless he's the one paying."

"I'll pay for it," he said, "it's expensive," you counter, maybe he'd gave up and just sat there in silence like you ask him to when you're in his car, "I'll pay for it, hermosa," his gruff voice made you wanna melt this time, he stands up and told your nail tech the color he wants.

12.22 pm

You had lunch with Javi, Steve, Connie, and Olivia. Connie admire your nails as Steve and Javi talks about the most absurd and random things that could possibly happen if Escobar got elected as president.

It was supposed to be just lunchtime, but somehow it turns into a little more than that. The four of you went to a mall, somehow forgetting about the fact that maybe there's some are in Colombia that's destroyed by Escobar.

Olivia in your arms while Javi follows you as Connie and Steve stray away, it's good to give them a break sometimes.

"I can't imagine myself having a baby," you said after you smells the strawberry scent on Olivia's baby hair, "birthed or adopted, maybe i would if i have a good man who can handle baby, but.. now, maybe no."

Javier didn't respond, and it made you feel a bit embarrassed, sometimes the both lf you are just to close that you feel to comfortable saying anything around him.

The two of you kept walking and walking around until you ended up in baby clothing section, you talk softly to Olivia, telling her she'd look pretty in any kind of dress they sell here.

"Am i a good man, hermosa?"

The question startled you a little bit, " yeah.. well, at least for me, you are."

Your answer lingers in the air, making awkward atmosphere around the both of you, until you saw Connie and Steve.

3.50 pm

Te amo, Te amo, Te amo, is what he kept whispering in your ear as he kept thrusting his hips upward.

Javier always treat you differently from all the other girls in the embassy, he fucked all the girls there except you but he gave you flowers and chocolate on Valentine's day despite saying he did not celebrate days like that.

This time, Javi let himself cross the line.

The thought of starting a family always appeared on his mind, even though he quickly bury them with alcohol, fucking, and the idea that he's a bad guy, just like Escobar.

And this time, he let the idea surfaced, turning them into a stamina that he used to thrust his dick deep inside you. He can feel your nails scratching his back, possibly leaving permanent red scratches that he'd be proud of.

"I'll be a good ma- n, I'll take you to, fuck, my pops ranch," he whispered, his arms around your hips, hands spreading you cheeks.

#javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena x you #javier pena smut #narcos #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal imagine

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alchemic-writings · 1 year

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A Welcome Distraction Chapter 1

Modern AU Mhin/Reader. Updates will be posted sooner on ao3 @/panichoodie

Story will be 18+

Three months ago you broke up with your partner of five years and now have no idea what to do with your life. You wish someone else could make decisions for you in life. When your friends suggest finding a dom to find direction in life, you would have never expected to discover the hot dom you found online to be your distant coworker.

A deep sigh leaves my lips as I slam the shot glass down against the bar. The vodka burns but it’s good. That means I can still feel. “God, sparrow, you need to slow down a bit. We’re here to have fun, not to forget.” There’s Ais, somehow being the voice of reason after insisting we have shots the second we walked up to the bar. “C’mon Icy, getting blackout drunk is how you have fun!” And there’s the second devil on my shoulder, Vere. I let out a deep sigh as I lowered my head down onto the counter.

We’ve been going out to this same shitty bar every week since I broke up with my ex, Quinn, three months ago. Even though I never regretted my decision, I’ve now realized how I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. All my plans followed them. I had nothing for myself and I began feeling more like their shadow.

Vere continued to list off his ideas of “fun” while I continued my depressing monologue. It wasn’t until they used my back to rest both of his elbows up and cup his own face did I tune into his words again, “And, we need to get you laid! When was your last hookup anyways?” A blush rose to my cheeks as I glared at him, “You two know exactly when my last hookup was.” Vere looked at me with wide eyes before leaning back to begin cackling hysterically. I used the lack of weight on my back to sit up again, I turned to my other side and saw Ais giving me a shit-eating grin, assholes. “HAHAHA oh my god! You’re telling me you haven’t slept with anyone since our shitty threesome three months ago?”

I put my face in my hands and groaned. The first weekend after my breakup us three went out for drinks just like this. I got completely hammered and when Vere and Ais were getting ready to leave I begged them to stay with me. My apartment was so cold now without Quinn and I didn’t want to be alone. The sex was going as well as three people on a queen sized mattress could have until I started sobbing so hard I threw up. Ais helped clean me up and lay me down to sleep and I vowed to never sleep with those two again out of sheer embarrassment. Sadly the two have never let me live down said embarrassment by giving me the nickname Chunks.

“Vere, they don’t have to fuck away the pain like you do. Maybe they just need time to let themselves breathe on their own. Don’t force yourself to sleep around if you don't want to, ok?…” I lift my head up to smile at Ais. He can be an ass but he can also be sweet, “… Chunks…”, nevermind. Assholes. Both of them. I slam my hands down on the counter and begin to sit up, “If you two are going to laugh at my sex life all night, I’ll be leaving.”

Before I am able to stand, Vere wraps an arm around my shoulders to force me back down. “We’re only teasing, MC! You should be using this time to do things you could never do with your bore of an ex!” I hummed in contemplation. There were lots of things I had given up to match Quinn’s lifestyle. One of the few that I didn’t was taking pole dancing classes, which led me to meeting Vere and eventually Ais as well. The taller man spoke up as well at Vere’s suggestion, “Yeah, sparrow, wasn’t that the whole reason you broke up with them in the first place? Why aren’t you doing what you want?”

I think back to my past three months. Despite breaking up with Quinn because I wanted to change who I became for them, the only thing that I’ve done differently was that almost threesome. I finally respond, “Well, I guess it’s because I have no fucking idea what I want to do now. I was always Quinn’s Partner. I just wish I could have someone else pick something for me sometimes.” There’s a spark in Vere’s eyes when I finish my sentence, “You know,” Vere purrs, “you could always look into finding a dom to make those decisions for you.” I blush at the suggestion.

Vere and Ais are both active in bdsm. They actually introduced the concept of a dom/sub dynamic to me and I was very interested. But when I suggested it to Quinn it got shot down as soon as I asked. “We don’t need all that fancy stuff in the bedroom, babe. You’ve been enjoying our sex, right?” Which I had been! But bdsm sounded like… a treat. Something you don’t have everyday but when you do you love it.

But after the past three months of being lost while going through the motions at work and drinking on the weekends, Vere’s suggestion feels like a need. Having someone tell me what to do could help quiet my thoughts long enough to finally get over my breakup…

I let out a long breath as the idea of finding a dom becomes more and more desirable. “Even if I wanted to find one… How on earth would I do that? Just walk around with a sign that says ‘please dominate me’?” A grin grows on Vere’s face at my solution as he responds, “As much as I want to say yes to your suggestion, I feel sorry for you and will actually help you.” Ais speaks up behind us, “Wow, you’re being helpful, Vere? This must be serious.” Vere’s eyes flit to Ais, “You’ve seen how depressing they’ve been for the past three months. Getting them a dom will be helpful for all of us.”

A chuckle leaves my lips as I look down at my hands. Despite how many walls these two put up and how annoying they can be, they truly care about me. My head turns back up to Vere, “So, how do I do this then?” “Well, this might be a little too high tech for you but there are these things called apps where you can find people who want the same thing as you online.” I roll my eyes, “I know what a social app is, fuckwad, tell me which one.” Ais gives a hum in contemplation as he pulls out his own phone. “There’s a pretty good amount out there, but the best one for a newbie like you would probably be ‘Collared’. Pretty user friendly.” He slides his phone across the counter towards me and I peer at the screen in front of me. It uses a distance radius to filter users into certain groups where you can start discussion threads and has a private messages feature as well. I hum in agreement and pull out my own phone to search for the app but I’m stopped when Vere steals my phone, “Ah ah ah, dear! I don’t trust you to make your own profile.” I reach out to try to grab my phone from his grip, “What do you mean you don’t trust me? I just have to put some information in and it’s done!” A tug on my shirt pulls me backwards as Ais speaks up, “I dunno, sparrow. You’ve been out of the social pool for a long time and you’ve never been with a dom before. At least let us help you get started.”

My shoulders slump as I admit defeat. It’s true that I haven’t even winked at someone for the past five years, so making my own profile would probably result in scarring anyone in a 30 mile radius. Vere’s smirk grows as he pockets my phone and stands up, “Already playing the submissive role so well! Keep this up and we’ll find you a dom in no time.” He turns and begins walking towards the front of the bar, thus missing the daggers shooting from my eyes as Ais and I stand up to follow him outside.

It isn’t until I take a deep breath of the cool night air does Vere turn back towards the two of us, “Let’s spend the night at my place tonight. We’ll be able to work on your profile and set up some cute pictures as well.” We all agreed to his plan, seeing as how Vere has the biggest apartment out of the three of us and the largest collection of… clothes… that would be fitting for an app like this.

Once we enter Vere’s apartment he immediately goes towards his walk-in wardrobe and begins to assess the collection. Vere holds up items to my body before making a face of approval or disgust, and throws all the items approved on to Ais to hold. Once Vere is satisfied with the assortment of items, he takes me into the closet and instructs me on which items to put on first. As I’m changing into barely anything I can hear the two typing on a laptop and discussing to themselves. Every few minutes one of them yells out a question from the form for me to respond to, but my answers are quickly vetoed and they type something they deem as “sexier”.

I step out once I’ve finished changing, and I receive a wolf whistle from Ais and a proud smirk from Vere in response. As I awkwardly shuffle from side to side a squeak is made by the rubbing of the latex underwear. Vere had given me an all black attire; a corset top, a pair of latex underwear, and a garter belt with thigh high stockings. Ais stands up and begins to circle me, “Hmm, you did a great job but I think they’re forgetting something.” Vere’s eyebrow twitches at his critique, “What could I have possibly missed? They look fucking hot.” Ais doesn’t respond and instead retreats into the closet himself before coming back holding a piece of leather, “a collar.” Ais stands behind me as his arms loop around my front to help secure the strip of leather around my neck. It’s a simple black piece of leather with an o-ring on the front and a buckle clap in the back, but having it secured against my neck sends a shiver down my spine.

Ais’s hands rest on my shoulders as he leans his head against mine, “Doesn’t sparrow look like a present now waiting to be ripped open?” Vere slinks towards us and cups my cheek as he responds, “Hmm, I hate to admit it but you’re right. The collar was an excellent addition.” I awkwardly laugh as I step to the side, removing myself from the reach of the two men. “Thanks for hyping me up, guys, but aren’t we supposed to be setting up my profile?...” They both shared a look before laughing. Ais is the first one to speak up, “You are so easy to fluster, sparrow. You’re definitely gonna find a dom by the end of the night.” Vere pulls out his phone as gestures to the bed, “Get up there so I can take some pictures. Don’t worry about how to pose, I’ll tell you.”

After thirty minutes of blushing while being told how to position my body, Vere seemed satisfied with the pictures taken and dropped them to his laptop so we could choose the best ones for my profile. After adding a few pictures to my gallery we finally settled on which one will be my profile picture. It's a picture of me sitting up on the bed with my legs bent in front of me and one finger looped around the ring of the collar. My head was cropped out of it “for your safety and to make you seem mysterious,” explained Ais. Vere was next as he shooed Ais away to take his place in front of the laptop and began a new thread on the forum.

[DreadfulHands Started a New Thread] [1:10 am]

Hiiii everyone! I’m a sub that’s new to bdsm after leaving my loser ex of 5 years! I’m local to Eridia and I’m looking for a dom that can really show me the ropes ;)

Vere sat back crossing his arms with a pleased smile on his face. I stared at the screen in horror until I heard a snort to my left. Ais was biting his lip to keep the laughter down but his grin betrayed him. These assholes! I reach over to delete the paragraph before Vere catches my hand. We have a stare down before I attempt again with the other and this leads us to begin fighting for control of the other's hands. I’m almost able to reach the keyboard until I’m lifted in the air by Ais, whose arms are wrapped around my torso. In a state of panic I kick my legs out, and end up accidentally sending the laptop tumbling to the carpeted floor. “What the fuck Chunks!” Vere sits up to pick up his laptop and assess the damage. Anger boils in my veins, “What the fuck to me? You’re the one trying to make me sound like a sex bot!” Vere rolls his eyes as he responds, “It was just a joke, I wasn’t actually going to-” he stops himself as he stares at the screen.

A heavy silence fills the room as we wait for Vere to continue. Ais slowly sets me down as he begins to walk towards Vere, “What did you do?”. As Ais now looks at the screen another pause fills the room. Anxiety fills me as I walk over to them and turn my head so I can see what’s wrong.

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Another silence falls as all three of us stare at the screen… “Technically you were the one that kicked my laptop so you posted it yourself…” I snap out of my shock and turn to Vere, “I don’t fucking care who posted it! Just delete it before too many people see it!” Ais lays a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head, “That’s the one drawback about Collared, you can’t delete threads unless you’re a mod.” I sink to the floor and put my face into my hands and sigh, “Maybe I’m not meant for this…” Vere sets the laptop to the side and sinks down with me, “Don’t be like that! Maybe someone will find your sex bot attitude sexy and want to still be with you! I know there are plenty of desperate losers on there that-” Vere is cut off by a notification sound, several to be exact. We turn back to the laptop and click on the notifications.

[1:11 am] [LatexBookworm commented on your post: “Welcome to the community! :D”]

[1:13 am] [Melvin78 commented on your post: “Very nice…”]

[1:13 am] [xxbl00dwh0r3xx commented on your post: “r u into bloodplay??”]

Ais lets out a chuckle, “Well, maybe that post wasn’t so bad after all…” We all let out a chuckle before another notification popped up.

[1:14 am] [(MOD) StarRaven sent you a private message]

I let out a sigh of relief at the notification, “A mod! I can just ask them to delete that thread and we can redo a proper introduction.” I click on the notification to lead me to the private message board

[1:14 am] (MOD) StarRaven:

Are you stupid?

#touchstarvedgame #touchstarved mhin x reader #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved mc #touchstarved game #touchstarved vere #touchstarved ais #touchstarved x reader

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 1 year

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Breaking Up with Giselle

(Yan!Giselle x GN Reader)

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“YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! ARE YOU TOO BLIND TO SEE THAT I AM CLEARLY THEIR GIRLFRIEND?!? Don’t worry too much though. I like people who are unable to see my baby and you won’t be seeing anything real soon.”

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Congratulations! You fucked up big time.

Somehow you managed to pick the only route where you see from your own two eyes Giselle’s “hobby.” And trust me, that isn’t a good thing. Killing anyone who poses a threat to “stealing” you from her isn’t something you would expect your girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend, to be capable of.

She would have too many emotions going on in her head when you announced you were breaking up with her. She wouldn’t move, even as you walked away from her.

You gained Giselle’s love and trust the moment she met you. Then you decided to figuratively stab her in the back. It’s almost funny how she manages to cry as much as her victims do when she literally stabs them in the back. Don’t worry though, she won’t stop loving you. She trusts you just as much as she did before the breakup, but realizes how naive you truly are. It’s endearing really. You poor thing. You must have been manipulated till you couldn’t tell the difference between left from right. She wasn’t the type of girlfriend who you have to stay with 24/7. As much as she loved you, you both had your own lives. As long as you were thinking about her and made her feel like the only girl in the world when you were together, she was fine. Now she sees where she messed up.

In her eyes, she clearly hadn’t done a good enough job with keeping you safe and to herself. Don’t worry too much though. She always fixes her mistakes, starting off with who you are leaving her for. If you really do have a new girlfriend, it’s much easier for Giselle. If you don’t, she will find some girl who clearly is your new girlfriend despite their objections. Maybe that coworker who called you to switch shifts with or if you’re still in school, that classmate who asked you what she missed when she was absent. Whoever it is will get shot in front of you. The girl doesn’t need an explanation, she already knows what she did wrong.

Giselle will keep you locked up until you start loving her like you used to. She needs to cleanse your mind from the manipulation. If you behave during the process, she will keep you in a nice furnished basement with no need of being tied up. You have full access to everything and it’s just like a normal home. The only differences are that the only door out is locked, no windows, and the indoor cameras seem to follow your every move. It won’t be too hard to forget about that though. There are plenty of games and activities to bond with your girlfriend with!

If you misbehave though, you will be staying in a cold, dark storage room. You will be upgraded to the basement once you stop hurting her feelings. You wouldn’t be able to move an inch with the way you were tied up. If you were able to move,, your fingertips would have been able to touch the wall across from you while leaning against the door. It would be a claustrophobic nightmare. To go to the bathroom or eat, you had to yell out how much you needed Giselle. This way you can be trained to start relying on her again. It’s a mocking sight to see her open the door with the biggest smile greeting you. With the only light source coming from her direction that she almost looked like a heavenly angel.

If you decided to be a total brat and be mad at her for getting rid of the obstacle in your relationship, she might start to lose some patience. If she had enough of you being ungrateful, she would explode at you. She wouldn’t touch you while she’s mad in fear of hurting you. It would be your first time hearing her yell because she is usually her calmest with you around. After she finishes her rant, she would look down and take a deep breath. Looking back up, she would start smiling at you once again, calling you silly and how you shouldn’t talk to your girlfriend like this.

Once you start to get your act together and are ready for the outside world again, she will remind you not to leave her. If you do, she will pay your family and friends a visit. If you do anything that makes her think that you are straying away from her love, she whispers your parent’s address in your ear. She has also made arrangements to get rid of your family if you try to call the police on her. She won’t be arrested for long anyways considering the fact that you don’t have proof that she did anything. She covers her tracks well. Besides, she can buy the silence of a few corrupt cops. What can’t money do?

Finally, you two can live happily ever after. Fate has already told her you were destined for each other.

Just you and Giselle.

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“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LOVE ME! WE HAVE BEEN IN LOVE THE MOMENT WE MET EACH OTHER AND YOU ARE TRYING TO THROW THAT ALL AWAY! I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU GET RID OF ALL THE MANIPULATIONS THAT BITCH HAS BEEN TELLING YOU! I GOT RID OF HER FOR US AND THIS IS HOW YOU REACT?!?”

*Giselle breaths calmly*

“Babe, you know you shouldn’t be this mean to your girlfriend. It makes me sad. Since I’m your girlfriend, it hurts when you joke like this. Don’t do it again. It was silly of me to see it as anything other than a joke.”

******

Subby Anon :3

I will repeat myself, but, subby Anon, you're really talented in writing. You should definitely open your own blog, because you would have success, I'm sure about it.

Other than that, yeah, yandere Giselle is a freaking Psycho, and not in the Red Velvet way. This could easily be the transcription of something that really happened, because it's so much realistic.

But, Hey, subby Anon, I know that you like it, despite being a walking-talking Red flag.

Lots of love bestie ❤️

Zazá

#kpop #kpop girls #ask me anything #aespa giselle #yandere

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nizar-dreams · 4 months

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If Only You Believe In Miracles So Would I

Chapter 2: And I Am The Living Sign (Teaser

"It was the official first day of classes. Because of the additional staff, the schedule was very different than most of the original staff were used to. Like being able to have classes more often, rather than once every two days. For example: Astronomy classes could now be doubled scheduled so that, while Professor Sinistra was in the tower with her students, Professor Alvyan could be on the grounds or in another tower with roof access, and vice versa. Another being like Professor Snape’s and Camargo’s schedules where some teachers got a specific year or two and then shared the others. But, now everyone would see their students every other day, rather than once or twice a week since they now only had seven classes each between them with combined houses. Not that they had set schedules, as it was. Well, Camargo called it an ‘AB’ schedule where you had an ‘A’ schedule and a ‘B’ schedule. Then the week would look like one day was A, the next was B, and repeated — and if you started Monday with A, then the following Monday would start with B. It was definitely not familiar to Severus’s experience, as Hogwarts — or, really, Dumbledore — was all about chaotic schedules and awkward time periods, but he recond he’d get used to the time switches after a month.

Severus, amongst others, were just glad that they didn’t have to cram each lesson or frustrate themselves with having ‘doubles’. Those were absolute hell in Severus' pessimistic opinion. Don’t even get him started on a double class with Gryffindors and Slytherins! Even Minerva felt her patience fray each time, and even worse when they had O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts to prepare for. Now they actually might have time to grade homework and grade tests without wanting to strangle coworkers on what should be relaxful evenings and Saturdays.

Damn those who have always had ten to five classes to teach anyway. They didn’t have to deal with cramming twelve to fourteen different classes five days a week, somehow get each lesson to stick until the following week, completely switch gears to start teaching another class, and pray to whatever god would listen that nothing dared interrupt that lesson plan or so help me— No, they didn’t have to worry about that, or deal with being a head of house either. They could take care of their lessons and gradings efficiently and relax.

Yes, Severus was very spiteful about the whole thing, even if most of them were kind enough to help out where they could. He was, in fact, a petty man and well aware of it. Did he appreciate when his colleagues offered assistance? Yes, but it still left a bitter frustration he had only barely begun to let go.

But now... Now they did have the extra staff. Now, after years of pain, the workload was finally being shared.

Severus nearly prayed in thanks out of relief when the first day didn’t leave him hating every child walking through his door. Whose bright idea was it to cut staff down? A thousand children and teenagers, to only a handful adults?

Fucking. Ridiculous.

It was a wonder no one snapped under the pressure, and no wonder Minerva always came back frustrated with every attempt to encourage hiring more teachers.

Ten years of frustration, Severus pondered. Ten years of him nearly having panic attacks from being so new to teaching children who nearly killed themselves for being careless and forgetful (damn you Slughorn!), and ten years of having to go through mountains of homework and tests like a teacher’s personal Hell of — and truly — their own creation, and ten years of wondering why he didn’t give up after a particularly frustrating, hair-pulling week.

Ten years. Ten years ago he was barely an adult. Little more than a child who realised too late that he had made a grave mistake. He didn’t even know, back then, if he would even live half of those ten years, with Azkaban breathing down his neck and only saved by Albus Dumbledore. Ten years of his life were spent just trying to keep going because he promised Her.

Damn whoever cut staff down. Damn them."

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UGH ALMOST THE FIRST OF FEBUARY AND I CAN FINALLY POST THE NEXT CHAPTER!! (Bruh life drama caught up to me and I nearly forgot that i have to make sure the 2nd chapter was cleaned up and ready to go lmao rippp) ANYWAYS! Here’s a teaser, and exploring more of how I want to write Severus Snape. Considering I’m currently catching up to him in age, which is crazy, it’s making me reflect on how this stress would effect me at such an age and choosing the path he went through.

I would be a mess, frankly. I’m almost positive his skills in occlumency are what’s keeping him together 75% of the time throughout the entire Harry Potter stories and the other 25% because he’s a stubborn man who grew up fast because he had to.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy and give my story a look on AO3!

AO3 fic: If Only You Believe In Miracles So Would I

#ao3 writer #harry potter fanfic #fanfic #fanfic got out of hand #obsessed with my story #writers #harry potter world building #how big of a story is too big?#if only you believe in miracles so would i #ioybimswi #chapter teaser #severus snape #teachers have a hard job #how the staff at Hogwarts survive is a miracle in and of itself #i would cry #character study #lowkey character studying

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talkingtothetallman · 11 months

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20 Seconds of Courage

"When we had come to Jerusalem, the brothers received us gladly. On the following day Paul went in with us to James, and all the elders were present. After greeting them, he related one by one the things that God had done among the Gentiles through his ministry. And when they heard it, they glorified God." - Acts 21:17-20a

I read these verses this verses before work this morning. All my life I've been told how important it is to always be in the Word, because it is through it that we learn how God wants us to live. Not only that, but it is a beautiful showcase of how the Lord has proven His faithfulness to His people.

I think one of the most sanctifying things the Lord Jesus does through His Word is conviction. You know the feeling. The prick of guilt that wells up in your heart. A sense of filthiness covers your heart and your realize... "man, Lord I'm sorry. Forgive me, I need to change."

That's the case with the above verses. And to clarify, these verses are just the foundation of my conviction; they don't tell the entire story.

The thing that caught my eye was how fluidly and almost casually Paul, James, and the elders, glorified the Lord together and counted the ways God had worked in the ministry. I read that and thought, "Huh, you know I only kinda struggle to be open about God's blessings to believers I'm good friends with, but dang doing it with people I barely know? Man that shows how strong their faith was."

True, Christians have the common bond of Christ. Heck, it's even in the name Christian. But something about being completely open with a stranger about your faith is borderline daunting. I know I'm not the only one who feel this way. But as I was pondering this on my route, the thought crossed my mind: "If I saw a guy in a 22 hat who was clearly a Joey Logano fan, I'd be all about talking to him about all things Logano... but would I be like that about Jesus to a person who clearly was a Christian?"

The situation: a stranger, one with a bright yellow and red 22 hat, and the other with a t-shirt that says, "Jesus. Died, risen, returning" with a cross on the background. Who would I talk to? I'm ashamed of what my answer might be. Why is that? I thought of a few reasons:

1: I don't believe in Jesus.

2: The Lord's power hasn't been made manifest in my life.

3: I don't care.

4: I'm scared. Utterly filled with the fear of man.

I know for a fact that it's not the first two. And yet the second two, they seem to be a good blend of how I feel. For one, the senseless fear of man that Satan so dearly loves fills me with dread, one that says maybe I'll look dumb, or maybe I'll offend that person somehow, or even maybe disagree with them on some theological issues and things will get weird. But the third one is really where the conviction happens. I don't always feel like I care enough about how the Lord has changed my life to proclaim the name of Jesus. But why is that?

I guess my heart is just that hard. And good golly I hate that. I hate that I minimize my sin to the point that I forget how much it really cost to pay for it. Shame on me! How badly I want to be a soul on fire, not caring for one moment what a customer on route thinks of me, what a coworker might say, or what a fellow Christian might think. Sure, there are things to say for specific times, but why am I not shouting from the roof-tops, "Jesus saved me, and He can save you too! He's done so many wonderful things in my life and He can in yours!" Even now as I type this, I almost cringe thinking about how filled with fear I am.

But my heart is filled with a hardness that can only be dissolved by prayer and stepping out in trust. I think that's the big thing; trusting in the Lord's guidance. You know, there's movie quote that just popped into my mind that seems applicable:

“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”

That's it. Is it Christian? No. But it true? I would say so. Isn't 20 seconds enough time to proclaim Jesus? It's convicting, isn't it? Do you do that? I sure don't, and I wish I did. Now does that mean that you need to fill every 20 second gap with the Gospel? No, of course not. But are you ready to share the Gospel with someone? Are you ready to give God the glory in all situations? Lord, I'm trying! Thank you for your grace when I fail!

"Heavenly Father, help us, especially me, to be faithful to You as You have been to your people. Grant us softened hearts that fully desire and intend to share Your love, mercy, and salvation with a world who needs it. Open our eyes that we may see how You are working in our lives, and bless us with boldness to proclaim that with the world. Amen."

#christian #bible #how to live #jesus #jesus christ

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mcbex · 1 year

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**What is most important?**

I take a deep breath as I walk into my coworkers office. We've known each other 16 years but I don't know her as well as I should like. She calls me in saying something about missing many chances to give me a gift. That happens in the work place I guess. We hurry by each other every day with the kind of busy that keeps us on our toes. Sometimes without ability to really stop and take anything in. If we aren't careful we begin to know of each other instead of creating a space of foundation with each other. Nevertheless the week is over and as I am about to leave I follow her, wondering what she has for me. In the short walk I cannot guess so I take a breath feeling as if it must be important. I pray to take everything in that she is about to say, hoping I won't forget a thing.

She handed me a tiny angle bell with words of pure love. As I held the bell in my hands I listened and began to cry for everything it represents for us. All the words she spoke about finding God and understanding him differently. She was thankful to me but what she may not be aware of is how much I am thankful for her. What she gave me was the most precious gift I may have ever received. It was not the purchase but the acknowledgment that we are family in Christ. Brought together through support and love over the last year. Brought together through blood.

Every year I think there is something exciting about the new year. I often try to reflect back through pictures and conversations. I like to see if my memories can hold true to the feelings I once had. As I write this now I recall that this time last year I was anxiously questioning whether I would still have my job in March. It's crazy how the years go by and time is etched on our skin in the form of laugh lines and sunspots. Our scars can only partially tell the story of our lives as we need the second part of the equation to fill in a life well lived. Those are the friendships we create in the family that goes beyond our genetics.

While last year was kind of a wild ride of intense warfare. I certainly feel like I was in a spiritual fight for my life. While I consider how I was pushed and pulled and misguided some, I recognize we have a God of protection with us always. Who not only knows just what we need but more importantly who we need in our lives. Valuable things are made so base on what society deems them to be. But I would say valuable things hold no monetary value at all. It is sentiment and truth, love and honesty that hold all of the treasure we can ever truly hope to detain. I think of how close I came to some and how new people have somehow quickly become old friends. I think of how day after day I threw myself against the velcro of the planet trying to change into the person God is making me. In this gift I can see that it isn't just about trying to become a better human, it's not about living for today or the next adventure. It's about all of us, together standing on this fabric of time as one.

Colossians 3:12-14 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

Philippians. 4: 5-9 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

1 Corinthians 13:4- 7 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres

#godthoughts

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vanilladaises-rp · 11 months

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Congratulations! You fucked up big time.

Somehow you managed to pick the only route where you see from your own two eyes Sana’s “hobby.” And trust me, that isn’t a good thing. Killing anyone who poses a threat to “stealing” you from her isn’t something you would expect your girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend, to be capable of.

She would have too many emotions going on in her head when you announced you were breaking up with her. She wouldn’t move, even as you walked away from her.

You gained Sana’s love and trust the moment she met you. Then you decided to figuratively stab her in the back. It’s almost funny how she manages to cry as much as her victims do when she literally stabs them in the back. Don’t worry though, she won’t stop loving you. She trusts you just as much as she did before the breakup, but realizes how naive you truly are. It’s endearing really. You poor thing. You must have been manipulated till you couldn’t tell the difference between left from right. She wasn’t the type of girlfriend who you have to stay with 24/7. As much as she loved you, you both had your own lives. As long as you were thinking about her and made her feel like the only girl in the world when you were together, she was fine. Now she sees where she messed up.

In her eyes, she clearly hadn’t done a good enough job with keeping you safe and to herself. Don’t worry too much though. She always fixes her mistakes, starting off with who you are leaving her for. If you really do have a new girlfriend, it’s much easier for Sana. If you don’t, she will find some girl who clearly is your new girlfriend despite their objections. Maybe that coworker who called you to switch shifts with or if you’re still in school, that classmate who asked you what she missed when she was absent. Whoever it is will get shot in front of you. The whore doesn’t need an explanation, she already knows what she did wrong.

Sana will keep you locked up until you start loving her like you used to. She needs to cleanse your mind from the manipulation. If you behave during the process, she will keep you in a nice furnished basement with no need of being tied up. You have full access to everything and it’s just like a normal home. The only differences are that the only door out is locked, no windows, and the indoor cameras seem to follow your every move. It won’t be too hard to forget about that though. There are plenty of games and activities to bond with your girlfriend with!

If you misbehave though, you will be staying in a cold, dark storage room. You will be upgraded to the basement once you stop hurting her feelings. You wouldn’t be able to move an inch with the way you were tied up. If you were able to move,, your fingertips would have been able to touch the wall across from you while leaning against the door. It would be a claustrophobic nightmare. To go to the bathroom or eat, you had to yell out how much you needed Sana. This way you can be trained to start relying on her again. It’s a mocking sight to see her open the door with the biggest smile greeting you. With the only light source coming from her direction that she almost looked like a heavenly angel.

Finally, you two can live happily ever after. Fate has already told her you were destined for each other.

Just you and Sana.

*Sana breaths calmly*

Sana held her smile, she was still slightly breathing heavily from the screaming. She held her hands together collecting herself before speaking again, “I know something that might help you understand!” she chirped with a big smile. Sana pulled her pocket knife out from behind her, your arms are still tied so she decides to just carve on the outside of your arm “I don’t want to do this baby, it hurts me more than you” she cooed as she began to drag the blade across your skin, making you scream in pain “but If you kept acting up and talking back, I really have no choice” blood began dripping from the wounds she made “such a shame, your soft skin is one of my favorite things. I’m so sad you’re making me ruin it” she cooed again with a small pout. Luckily for you, her name was short so the pain was only temporary but you still felt the sting as more blood began to drip, “oh please don’t cry my angel, I had to” she rubbing your head running her fingers through your hair in order to soothe you. Sana wasn’t worried of you bleeding out, the cuts weren’t too deep and she already knew how to treat the wounds, she just wanted to watch you sit there in pain for a little longer. After awhile, Sana got her first aid kit and patched up her wounds she smiled at them because no matter how much time goes by, here name would forever be carved into your soft suple skin, and if it ever started to fade no worries, she would be able to fix that. “It’s okay mow baby, here take some meds and I’ll get you something to eat. What does my precious angel want?” she asked with a big smile.

#twice sana #🗝️

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beann-e · 3 years

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Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “

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spidey-sophie · 3 years

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Spyke of Pleasure || Tom Holland Smut

Pairing: Secret Agent!Tom x Secret Agent!Reader (secret relationship au)

Summary: It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warning: smut, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving), overstimulation, edging/orgasm denial, handcuffs (lol), unprotected sex. Explicit smut - minors dni.

Notes: Phew, okay, here we go! We’re all aware that Tom keeps talking about how he’d love to play James Bond, so I decided to explore that au a bit. I spent a looot of time writing and rethinking this and I am so so so excited to finally share it with everyone. And ofc, it wouldn’t be done without a little help. First of all thanks to my dearest @worldoftom for putting up with my grammar and editing this. Another big one goes to the lovely @strawberrytom for being my beta reader. And last but not least, my @rebekkah4766 and @hypnotized-so-mesmerized for listening to me blabbing about this for the last month. So yeah...I really hope you'll like/enjoy this! Please let me know what you think! Especially about the ending.

♡ Ily and happy reading ♡

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You were late… again.

You were running up the stairs, all the way to the meeting hall. There was no time for you to wait for an elevator, so right now, the stairs were your only and best option. You were holding your heels in your hands and rushing barefoot. The meeting hall was on the last floor and there was no way you would walk up all those steps wearing high heels.

Especially not after you spent your last week on a secret mission in Paris. And definitely not after spending the whole of last night with Tom.

Yeah, you pretty much broke one of the most important MI6 rules – absolutely, positively, 100% no messing around with coworkers. Or, to use their posh, corporate wording, ‘do not mix business with pleasure’.

Up until you met Tom, you were one of the best agents they could have. Respectful of every rule. Capable and reliable. Always on time, versatile enough so they could send you on every mission there was. But soon everything changed.

He came from the Berlin wing a year ago. You were the one who was assigned to be his contact and ally, to help him settle in for a bit. From the moment you first saw him, you knew that guy was trouble. Cocky, confident, well spoken, funny and so gorgeously handsome. Far too many times, you caught yourself staring at him, following his every move. You needed to be around him, to get acknowledged by him, to show him how funny and smart you actually were.

And you felt something you hadn’t felt for anyone for a while. Something you knew very well that you weren’t supposed to be feeling. And the fact that everyone around you thought you two made a great match and kept sending you on joint missions abroad wasn’t helping. One day, you’d want to be around him, to get lost in his eyes, words, laugh, and then the next you would try to stay away from him, trying to keep up with your “tough one” persona. You made a promise to yourself - after your joint mission was over, you would cut all ties and stop working with him, ask for a new partner and do anything that was in your power to avoid him as much as you could.

For the first few months, you were very successfully hiding your feelings for him, though it wasn’t easy. You’d try to avoid him, but somehow he was always there. Starting a conversation with you, laughing at your jokes, helping you get through boring paperwork. He would always wear a black suit and a black shirt underneath. You loved how he would remove his blazer and roll up his sleeves once all the meetings had passed. Or how, by the end of the day, he would always somehow have the top button of his shirt unbuttoned. And there was always a little glimpse of his silver chain, pressing into his soft, tanned neck. And then your thoughts would wander and imagine how that chain would feel around your neck or in your mouth or around your nipples. He would usually be the one to get you out of your thoughts, asking you if you were up for a drink at the local bar or for a paintball match, but you would always say no. It was hard enough to keep yourself away from him at work. You didn’t want to risk it all by getting a bit tipsy in a gloomy bar.

Another thing about him was that, in addition to being so infuriatingly good-looking, he was also a very kind guy once you got to know him better. He cared for you, always made sure you were okay. Ran through plans and papers with you. Acknowledged your opinion. If you got hurt, he would visit you at your place or if he was away, he would at least text you. His texts would always put a smile on your face no matter what. Sometimes you’d keep texting each other for hours, even when you knew damn well that you should be asleep.

But, just like you were always trying to keep things friendly between the two of you, he also never showed any sign of liking you nor was he ever flirtatious. You weren’t sure if it was for the whole “no business and pleasure” rule or if maybe he really wasn’t interested, but that made things much easier for you. You developed a great partnership. He was someone you could always rely on. You promised yourself you’d never admit your feelings for him, for both your sakes. You needed this job way too much. It wasn’t even a job anymore, it was your lifestyle. Always on the edge, living day to day. You didn’t want to make your life any harder than it already was. Romantic partners were a vulnerability, especially if they were in the same line of work.

And just when you finally thought you both could get out of this unhurt, you were almost sure you could regain control over you and your feelings – you overheard a conversation between his partner and your Regional Officer that he was hurt really badly during a mission in Moscow. You left everything behind and jumped on the first plane. Thanks to your persuasive powers and the fact that you were fluent in Russian, you tricked his partner, Agent Osterfield, into giving you Tom’s location without raising any suspicions.

Once Tom opened the door and you saw his bruised face, broken nose and his left arm in a cast, you ran into his arms. Your heart was pounding and so was his, you could feel it while you were hugging him. He was shirtless, bruised, covered in bandages all over his chest, breathing heavily but smiling from the moment he saw you.

You weren’t even fully aware that you started kissing him until you needed to pull back for air. It was a magnetic force pulling you together into a kiss so soft, yet so desperate.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” was the only thing you could say before tears started falling down your cheeks. You were crying tears of both happiness and relief because he was right there, alive and in front of you. He was holding your face with his unhurt hand and wiping away your tears.

“It takes a lot more than a few fists and a knife to get me killed, darling,” he smiled and started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your hands were in his hair and it was even softer than you had imagined.

“I've wanted to do this from the second I met you,” Tom said while he kissed you. Hard, his tongue licking your lips until you parted them and let him in.

That was the first time you had sex. You took control while he was lying down, making sure he was comfortable with your every move. Between thrusts, you ran your hands through his chest and across his scars and bruises. His body was a work of art, muscles hard as a rock, abs flexing while you were riding him. Neither of you said a word while you made love. You thought you were very compatible while on a mission, but in bed, you two were something else, utterly out of this world.

You lost count how many times both of you came that night. No one had ever made you feel the way he did that night.

Later, as you laid in his arms, covered with plain white hotel sheets, you placed soft kisses all over his bruises, kissing his black eye gently, his swollen nose and the bruises on his ribs.

“So now what?” you asked him, once you stopped kissing him all over his face and snuggled into his shoulder, placing light kisses on his neck.

“We have two options: we run away, find some place where it’s always sunny and change our names, or forget about this night and never do this again,” Tom said, fingers running up and down the curves of your back.

And you wanted to pick the first option, you craved that from your entire being, but you knew the risks. Both of you could get suspended, you could compromise the agency, or even worse.

You didn’t even have to answer; he could read what you were thinking on your face.

“I was hoping you would say 'let’s leave everything behind and escape to a desert island'.” He gave you a tearful smile, and you could feel your heart sinking.

“There isn’t anything I want more than that,” you told him while you were dressing up, picking up your clothes from the hotel floor. Just a few hours ago you were undressing him, while you were on your knees in front of him, taking him all in, and now you were leaving.

“Never again,” you said once you were outside of his room.

“Never.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. He stayed there leaning against the door, running his fingers over his lips, as though he wanted to feel you once again. You smiled and turned away, biting your lip, hoping this night wouldn't come to be a mistake.

☆☆☆

As it turned out, ‘never again’ had actually meant ‘see you next time’. It even became your little catchphrase. When it was time for you two to part ways, you would exchange a little ‘never again’ in between little kisses.

You just couldn’t quit him. Whenever you had some spare time, you met up with him. And it wasn’t simply for sex. Maybe in the beginning, but the more time you spent with him, the more and more you actually liked him. You learned what kind of tea he liked. You met his dog and took her on walks, although never with him, just in case someone recognized you. He would spend hours and hours talking to you about golf and convincing you that it was the best sport in the world. Sometimes you had this little thing when you would train martial arts with him, in his living room. Way too much of those improvised trainings ended with you two having sex. You spent many nights at his place, watching movies, arguing how realistic any movies were regarding the life of a secret agent or who was the best Bond. He loved Connery, you preferred Craig.

It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

Every time there were other coworkers around you, he would make suggestive and ambiguous comments. He would be the first one to point out how you wore the same clothes you did the day before, even though he knew that the only reason you did that was the fact that you spent the night at his.

After every bathroom makeout session, he would make sure to point out that your lipstick is smudged, always loud enough so that everyone could hear him. If you were the one who asked for some coffee, he would be the first one to offer to get you one - only for him to come near you and tell you how turned on he is or how hard he came that morning just at the thought of you.

And once you asked him why he kept doing that, he told you that he loved how you mumbled while trying to come up with the laziest excuses as to why your hair was all messed up, skirt disheveled or your shirt put on inside out.

You became overly suspicious of everyone, trying to find out if they were onto you. Besides all of that, you started arriving late at the headquarters, especially after your nights with Tom.

Just like you were now. After your night filled with rough sex and charged-up moans.

Finally you arrived. Your initial plan was to take a few minutes to slow down your breathing and comb your hair, but the doors opened before you even had the time to get your shoes on. You glanced through the glass door and saw that Tom was already there, chatting with Agent Osterfield. He was wearing an all black suit, with the cufflinks you bought him for his birthday.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said with one shoe on, trying to slip into the other one. No one seemed surprised at your demeanor, even your supervisor just rolled her eyes and showed with her hand to your place onto the round table. You were sitting right across from Tom. And you noticed him smirking while looking down at the papers in front of him.

“You know, if you weren’t one of our best agents, we would never tolerate this kind behavior,” you heard D, the head executive through the screen. He was almost never there in person, but he always kept an eye on all of you.

“I’m really sorry, D, it won’t happen again,” you said while you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to look at anyone in particular.

“You look like you had a rough night, Y/N, is everything okay?” Your supervisor genuinely cared about you and just as you were about to answer, you heard Tom.

“Yeah, Y/N, tell us about your night, looks like you had fun?” And you knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you on purpose; he enjoyed watching you get all flustered. You had no idea how he always managed to stay so calm, knowing damn well that half of it was his fault. He smirked at you while his hands rested on the chair handles, fingers tapped on them gently. And for a brief second, the flashbacks from last night flared in front of your eyes. Especially how, a few hours ago, those fingers were inside of you, making you scream his name.

“It was… um… why, why are we even talking about this? What I do in my spare time shouldn’t be your concern, Agent Holland.” You were sure he could tell how angry his question made you feel. And yet he couldn’t take his stupid smile off of his face. He enjoyed embarrassing you in public, teasing you in every way possible.

“Exactly, let’s go over the notes and the new data you gathered during your trip to Paris, shall we?” Agent Osterfield asked.

“If that’s okay with everyone, I’d like to start with the list that Delphine gave me.” You glanced at Tom, who was now completely focused on the files in front of him. Once you were down to business, he was always the one that paid the most attention, trying to comprehend everything. And he knew how much this mission means to you and that everything was at stake. Everyone was going crazy about this list, it contained names of double agents, former agents, suspended and murdered ones. But it was coded, of course, and somehow you couldn’t break the code and find what was inside. The clock was ticking and everyone was on edge, blaming each other, going back and forth. If that list fell into the wrong hands, everyone’s lives would be in danger.

Tom was the one who listened to you day and night, helping you get over the intel you had collected, trying to decode it with you. Tom, your superior, and you were the only ones who knew about it until today. The purpose of the meeting was to brief D, the coordinator of this global mission, on every bit of information you'd collected so far. And once you started talking, Tom stopped smirking at you or tapping the chair. His full attention was on you and your words, nodding and encouraging you. You knew that he would always be the one who had your back and that he’d always be there for you.

That was only yet another thing you found attractive about him.

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The meeting was over a few hours later. Almost everyone was leaving the room, and once you glanced at Tom, you recognized the way he was looking at you. During all these months of hiding, you developed some sort of secret-eye-communication. If he looked at you for too long and nodded his head, that meant he needed to talk to you.

So you tried to take as much time as possible to pack your stuff. Until the two of you were the last ones in the hall.

“Are you out of your mind?” you tried to seem calm, but you were so mad at him, you couldn’t control yourself. You were in a glass office, and closing the blinds would be too suspicious.

“What are you talking about?”

“How was your night Y/N,” you mocked his voice from earlier, “You saw how confused I got, I almost gave something away. And you asked that in front of D when you know just how paranoid he is!” You were packing your files into your bag, walking slowly towards the exit, not even looking at Tom.

“I am really sorry I got you upset, Y/N.” He had to almost run to catch you, trying to keep you next to him as long as possible. But you were mad, you had too many things on your mind.

“I really have a lot to work on, I need to recode this fucking list and I don’t have time for your little games right now.”

“Please wait... Listen, I don’t know how to put this, but you are the strongest and fiercest woman I’ve ever met, yet you get so shy and timid once I bring this up. And you look adorable every time I do that... and, honestly, you look so hot while you try to come up with some lame excuse, and in the meantime I know that you're thinking about our night and what we did. Sorry, again. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

When you finally lifted your head, you saw him looking at you with his puppy eyes, begging for forgiveness. A trick he knew would work on you. You couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, not after everything you’d been through. He approached you and touched your hand, running his long, slender fingers all over your wrist. And once he removed them from your hands, he started touching your cheek, with his thumb running circles over your bottom lip. “I can’t control myself whenever I am near you. Sometimes I fantasize about fucking you on this table.”

“Here is something else to think about,” you decided to play his game and slowly unwrapped your trench coat, “I am not wearing anything underneath.” You showed him just a tiny bit of your lace black bra and as soon as he saw it, he covered your lips with his.

It was a lustful and desperate kiss. His hands trailed under your coat and squeezed your butt. He was rough, almost slapped you right there. You were caught by surprise and moaned in return. He wanted you so badly, but he couldn’t have you. Not right here.

“Someone could see us,” you said once you pulled away, fighting for breath.

“We’ll give them an amazing show,” he said and moved his head forward to kiss you again, but you moved away from him, still in his arms.

“My place, tonight. And don’t think by then I'll have forgotten what you did here.” You bit his lip and finally left him. You smiled once you weren’t facing him.

“I thought you had to work tonight, love?”

“I’ll ask James to cover for me. And will I see you tonight?” He nodded and smiled. He had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, but you loved gaining control over him once again.

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Once you were home, you took a long, ice cold bath. Ice helped your body heal and numbed your muscle pain. And you were in a lot of it. Your one-week trip to France wasn’t an easy one. Too much trouble for not a lot of information. Delphine gave you what you went there for, but that wasn’t enough. You were under a lot of stress, constantly getting called back to the headquarters, traveling all over Europe and risking your life with every step you took away from London.

And yet again, the only thing that could keep your mind off of work was Tom. Once your mind started playing all of the things he did to you like a movie, the bath no longer felt as cold. You wouldn’t say that you actually, truly loved him. That word had such a special meaning to you, and you wanted to be sure. He did have a place in your heart, he was probably the person you cared about the most in this entire world. You hated that, hated that you finally had a weakness for others to use it as leverage. But here you were, burning in the cold water and feeling yourself getting wetter just at the thought of him arriving tonight.

As you were getting into your silky gown, you thought to yourself that maybe you did feel something for this man. Maybe this was the only kind of affection the both of you could have. Constantly hiding, stealing kisses and hiding clues from others.

The knock on the door got you out of your head. Once you heard the third knock, you knew it was him, as that was your secret knocking code. You quickly made your way to the door and unlocked it.

He was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for you to let him in. You stepped aside making room for him to enter. No matter how many times you'd seen him outside of work, it was still a bit strange to see him in anything but formal wear. He was wearing a simple, skin tight white shirt, and his casual attire turned you on even more. You weren’t sure how someone could look so good while wearing something as simple.

As you checked him up, his eyes were also trailing down your exposed skin. You weren’t wearing anything but a tiny, silk, black nightgown, which barely covered your breasts. He was smiling, biting his lip, before he looked back up into your eyes. “I thought you were mad at me?”

“And I thought you were about to pay me back?” you said while looking at his mouth, noticing how instantly it went from an innocent smile to a devilish smirk. But you wanted it on yours so you quickly smashed your lips together.

No one had ever kissed you the way Tom did. You'd never felt like this before; it was like you were both falling apart but feeling the safest ever at the same time. He knew your body and how to treat you like you deserved, like you were his most valuable possession.

His lips were slowly dragging over yours, pecking them lightly at first. You shivered just at that first contact, wanting to deepen the kiss, but also needing it to last a little bit longer. Your fingers were already lost somewhere in his thick, curly hair, while his were on your waist, scrunching your nightgown, lifting it up.

Almost at the same time as your nightgown was lifted enough for him to notice that you weren’t wearing any underwear, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He was warm and wet, tasted so fresh yet so sweet. You both moaned at the same time, tongues rubbing together in a fight for more.

Your hand moved from his hair to his jaw. You loved how sharp it was and how his muscles kept tensing while kissing you, exploring your mouth and devouring you only with his kiss. Your back was pressed against the door, you didn’t even move from the moment he stepped in. It was like you almost forgot to move, breathe and function once you were near him, once you were all over each other.

He finally broke the kiss and moved from your lips to your neck, then removed your thin silky straps out of his way. Wet traces were left in the wake of his lips as he kissed your neck, gently, making sure not to leave any marks on you. The last thing you wanted was someone to question you about them, and he respected your wishes.

His palms slipped down to your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, molding them and grabbing them hard. One of his hands moved to the front, going up and down on your thighs. Just as he was about to start touching you where you wanted him the most, you moaned into his ear, “Not here... the bedroom.”

You led the way to your bedroom and his hand never left yours. Once you entered your room, he pulled you back to him; his hands gripped your waist, pulling you into him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole day,” he said before he finally kissed you again, this time harder than before. Deeper, almost like he wanted to own you. He pushed you forward to your bed, until you couldn’t move any further.

“Lie down for me, okay?” You nodded and were now on your back, resting on your elbows. He was on his knees, removing his shirt, not breaking eye contact. His eyes were dark, locked on yours. You felt yourself getting wetter just by the way he was looking at you. “Fuck,” you almost moaned and he wasn’t even touching you. You were that desperate for him.

He was now completely shirtless, way more muscular than when you first slept with him. Every time you saw him without his shirt on, you remained speechless. You could watch his muscles for days, how this chest went up and down as he breathed or how his abs flexed right when he was about to have an orgasm. Your eyes were now tracing his arms, all the way to his hands. He was remarkably good with his hands. One time you made a joke that he could do things to you with his little finger that others couldn’t with their dicks.

His fingers were so skilled; they knew every little curve, mark, spot and nerve ending on your body. Sometimes you felt embarrassed at how fast you could climax just from him fingering you.

And now those fingers were on your inner thighs, spreading them apart, running slow circles up and down. From your lower legs all the way up to your core. His touch was so light, almost phantom and if you weren’t watching those damn long fingers working you up, you wouldn’t be sure if he was really touching you or if it were all just your imagination.

It was definitely real, though. He started to put more and more pressure into his touch, focusing more and more upward, where your precious cunt was.

“I love how wet you always get for me,” he said as he watched your wetness dripping over the sheets. He hadn’t even touched you there and you were craving him, leaking for him. You started to buckle your hips up, yearning for him to finally start rubbing you, kissing you, fingering you, doing whatever he wants, just doing anything to you. Something to relieve this pressure. He spread your legs apart so you couldn’t even bring them together to relieve some of the tension building inside of you.

And he recognized all of those signs that you were sending him, the way your hips were grinding the air, humping against nothing. He quickly moved his hands from your inner thighs all the way under them. He put his hands on your hips, trying to keep you steady. You lay down and were almost smiling 'cause you knew what he was about to do.

His head was now down to your core. At first, you felt his hot breath that sent shivers all the way up to your spine. And not a second later, he finally put his lips on your throbbing clit. You couldn’t help but let out a loud, desperate moan for finally feeling something there. He still wasn’t using his tongue; he was pecking your folds, getting his dried lips wet. But once you felt that first lick of his, you felt like you were about to explode right there.

Your hands instantly went to his head, grabbing his hair. You loved to touch his hair and neck, loved the way his head was moving as he pleasured you. There was no need for his tongue to explore you, he already knew just how you liked it. So he focused on that sweet little spot, the one that made you lose your mind every single time. For once you were grateful, he decided to not be a tease and just go at it.

Your stomach was tensing, moving up and down and both of your legs started to quiver a bit. His fingers caressed your waist, letting you know that he had you, you could let go whenever you needed to. Loud moans had already replaced your heavy breathing. When you looked down, you noticed that his eyes were locked on yours, smiling. He pulled away, covered in your wetness.

“You taste so warm,” he said and he licked another slow stripe, “so wet,” and added another stripe, “so soft,” and another, “the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.” And after those last words, he started almost passionately making out with your heat. His tongue was licking harder now, moving faster, swirling over that one swollen spot that kept growing, filled with pleasure.

You couldn’t think straight anymore, your eyes were shut, mouth open. Your hands held his head while your hips grinded over his tongue and lips. You were almost sure you could hear him moaning too, but yours were much louder. His hands left your waist and moved upwards, underneath your nightgown, grabbing both of your breasts at the same time. Your back instinctively arched even more, giving him easier access to your boobs while he gently pinched your nipples.

“Just keep doing that,” were the only words you could say once you felt that warmth in your belly, slowly spreading up your spine and down your legs. Once you were close to finally reaching your high, both of your legs started trembling uncontrollably so he had to leave your breasts and hold both of your thighs in place. You couldn’t hear or see a thing, all of your senses were numb, flooded with pleasure. You could only feel his tongue and his touches, arching your back, shaking, moaning and screaming his name. He was sucking on your clit as you came, trying to keep his rhythm and head in one place and you were the one moving, riding his tongue and your orgasm, trying to prolong it as much as possible.

The tension in your muscles finally started to ease and your breathing became slower. You brought one of your hands over to your face, biting your finger, trying to calm down. Your face was burning, and just as you thought about getting up and getting a glass of water, you felt him leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs and on your core. You propped yourself on your elbows and saw him smirking at you between kisses. Soon enough, he replaced his lips with his fingers, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your entrance and folds. You were still too sensitive from your previous orgasm and weren’t sure if you could take another one.

“Can you do one more for me, please?” His voice sounded lower than before, mouth shiny and puffy from the way he'd consumed you a few seconds ago. Once his fingers were moistened, he pushed the middle one inside of you. Your back arched almost immediately, head tilting back. He wasn’t moving it, just kept it inside, waiting for your answer.

“Mhm…” you moaned and started buckling up your hips once you felt him inserting another finger of his. You never felt your clitoris being this swollen. Thanks to your previous high, it was so easy for him to find your spot and where to focus his movements. Once he started moving his fingers up and down, pressing them onto that magical center inside, you started clenching on them.

“You feel so tight on my fingers, can’t even imagine how it would feel once I’m inside of you,” he said as he watched you ride his fingers and scrunch the covers on your bed, still propped on your elbows. He kissed your knee, his eyes on yours, focused on the way you kept mouthing his name, begging him to stop but also to continue at the same time.

Once he sped up, you could hear how wet you were, the sound of the mess between your legs filling the room. He removed his eyes from yours and watched your cunt shaking from the way his fingers were moving, taking them in. You were clenching so hard on him, on the verge of coming again and that was when he dived back in and started licking your clit one more time. As he did that, he started moving his hips, humping the bed, probably trying to get some sort of friction for himself.

The fire inside you was enhanced when you saw the way his back muscles were moving and how he was squeezing and tightening his ass, practically fucking the bed. You fell down on your back, one of your hands reaching for his. You squeezed him tight, nails digging into his hand. And he held you tight as well, almost like he was letting you know that it was okay to let go, he’d be right there to catch you.

His fingers kept going faster and faster, pressing your nerves from inside, while his tongue was doing the same from the outside. The thing he was doing felt so good you could faint, the pleasure overcoming your body in sharp waves. And once the time between those waves became shorter, you knew another explosion was about to hit you. You closed your eyes, but it wasn’t dark, you saw flashes of white lights. Room was filled with “fuck’s” and “Tom’s” and the tears forming in your eyes finally started falling down your temples over to your ears.

Once you squeezed your orgasm down to its last drop, you felt him remove his fingers out of you. You almost let a little disappointed whine, you hated feeling empty and you wanted them inside you once again.

“Fuck, you looked so gorgeous, I almost came in my pants,” was the only thing he said before standing up, looking for a tissue to wipe his mouth. A few moments after, you stood up as well, finally getting a much deserved glass of water. Once you found it on the dresser, you looked over at your bed and at the puddle you had left in the center of it. You couldn’t help but smile, still feeling occasional shots of pleasure coming through you.

Tom waltzed back into the room and you walked over to him, pressing soft kisses onto his face.

“I guess you liked what I did,” he smiled into your lips, “still mad at me?”

“Yes.” You kissed him back, instructing him to go to your bed. You tried to remove his sweatpants as you walked and kissed, but you couldn’t move them down his ass.

“Need a little help?” He broke the kiss once he saw you struggle.

“Yes, your ass has gotten pretty thick,” you smiled as you playfully smacked his bum. He smiled at your remark too. It was one of your ongoing jokes, you kept teasing him about how if he kept going to the gym and working on his lower half, he could very well leave the MI6 and become the new Kim Kardashian.

The playful smile left your face once he removed his underwear, his boner sprung straight in front of you. Dark pink, almost purple, veins popping, strangely throbbing at the rhythm of your heartbeat. The head was shiny, so tense and swollen with a few drops of clear precum, luring your mouth in. You asked him to lie down and he did, his body set against your bedding. As he settled himself, with his hands over his abs, you finally removed your nightgown, wet from both your sweat and arousal.

“I want to try something, but… uhm I need you to trust me. If, at any moment, gets uncomfortable to you, or you don’t want it, please let me know, okay?” you asked him as you straddled him, pressing your wetness onto his pulsating cock. A light moan escaped your lips at the first contact with his body.

“Do what you want, darling.” His lips crashed against yours while his hands went to your ass, pushing you down and jerking his hips under to your slippery entrance. You grabbed his hands and lifted yourself up on your knees. His lips left yours and started to bite and lick on your neck and lower all the way down to your boobs. You were now higher than him and with both of his hands in yours you brought them towards the headboard. And while he was gliding his tongue over your breasts, kissing them and biting your nipples with his lips, you grabbed a pair of handcuffs that were hidden behind your bedpost and clasped one around his right wrist.

“Oh so we're doing that now? I thought you loved when I used my hands?” he whispered into your neck, making you shiver.

“Meh, not so much,” you joked while you moved over to his left one, “also, it is nice to spice things up a bit, don’t you think?” He moved forward to kiss you again, but you lifted yourself up completely and moved further away from him but closer to his cock.

There was something arousing in the way he instantly became helpless, desperate and needy for you. You felt powerful now that you were the one in control, wiping your tongue over your bottom lip sensually and leaning over his stomach to lick around his belly button. At the same time, you watched Tom as he smirked down at you and bit his lip, perfectly aware of what you were about to do.

You kneeled down to his member, licking your lips and lightly blowing hot air onto him. This is not something that he would usually feel, but being as aroused as he was now, you knew he would feel every little touch or change down there. And he did, you were sure once you saw his hips buckling up to meet your lips.

“Look who is eager now,” you said and you finally parted your lips, still not taking him in, but licking the salty precum from the tip. “So tasty and impatient for me.”

You grabbed his base with your left hand and pulled his foreskin all the way down, revealing his pink throbbing length completely. You brought your right hand down to his balls and started lightly scratching them with your fingertips. He liked that, he loved when you were gently caressing and sucking on his balls. Your mouth quickly replaced your fingers. Gently and carefully, you ran circles with your tongue over any part of him you could reach. You looked at him, he was smiling knowing exactly what you were doing. You enjoyed this so much, you could stay down there for hours, but the way he kept slowly jerking his hips up turned you on. Just as he was needy to get his cock sucked, you also needed to put it in your mouth. You couldn’t tease him any longer, you opened your mouth and finally engulfed the head. As you did that, you kept scratching his balls and felt them tense and get harder.

“Fuuuck, Y/N,” he cursed once you pulled him out, traces of his precum leaking down to your left hand. You continued your motions, bobbing your head up and down, still slow but intense enough to drive him crazy. He kept buckling his hips up, almost fucking your mouth.

“Slow down, Holland, or I’ll tie your legs too,” you joked as you spread a bit of your spit with your right hand down his length, getting him nice and wet.

“I'm not sure how long I will last,” he said as you jerked him up a bit with your hand. Lightly, since he was already worked up and the last thing you wanted was him to explode right there.

“Oh baby, trust me you will,” you winked and got down to his member, sucking him lightly again, taking him deeper now, as you lubricated it with your spit. You removed both of your hands from him, keeping them on your back. The only thing moving now was your head. Occasionally you would look up to him and lock his eyes with yours. He struggled to keep his eyes open, tried to move his hands by tugging on his restraints, but you'd locked him good onto the bedpost.

He started moving his hips up to meet your mouth, moaning and grunting. “Fuck, darling, your mouth feels so good.”

You didn’t know why, but the way he kept calling you darling and giving you pet names always turned you on. Maybe it was his voice, his moans or the way his abs kept tensing as he kept straining his cock, but you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tried to move your hand down to your core, so you could please yourself, when you heard his voice “If you do that, I’ll cum right now,” and that was your cue to stop sucking him.

You removed your mouth from him, his member falling down to his abs, a wet sound echoing the room as his cock smacked his stomach. You straightened up and positioned yourself over his cock. He noticed how turned on you were once he saw your wetness leaking down your thighs and bit his lips so hard they turned white.

“If I wasn’t handcuffed on this bed, I’d slam into you so hard.”

You sat down on his cock, still set against his stomach, not taking him in yet. One of your hands slipped underneath and you spread your folds to uncover your pulsating clit. You leaned into him, pressing your clit hard into his harder length. Slowly, you began to move back and forth, riding his shaft from this position. First you were a bit lower, your movements focused around his base, but once you started moving faster, you started riding his entire length, tensing your muscles and jerking him off with your cunt.

You could feel another orgasm building, you were that desperate for him. There was a huge mess on his lap, his precum mixed with your wetness. But all those liquids made your movements even easier. You arched your back and started moaning.

“That’s it darling, come on my cock,” and with those words you came once again, shaking and trembling on his cock, almost losing your balance since you didn't have his hands around you to guide you. “That’s it, princess, so pretty when you orgasm. I am so close, shit, I want to come inside you.”

“Ask nicely,” you answered once you came down from your high, your voice still a bit shaky.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please ride my cock.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure you asked nicely enough,” you said and you wiggled your hips, watching him roll his eyes backward at your every little movement.

“Oh, come onnn”, he groaned.

“Well now you won’t get anything,” you lifted yourself up and gave him a quick peck on his lips. You loved how flustered and desperate he looked. So sweet and hot at the same time. Trying to free his hands from the handcuffs and touch you, hold you down and slam himself into you. “You’re lucky I am as desperate as you are.” You kissed his jaw once again and finally sat on his cock.

You both moaned at the same time.

“Shit, how can you be so wet, yet still so tight for me?” he asked as you moved downward. Slowly, you let his entire length in. You were already wet enough, so he slid in with ease. It didn’t take you long enough to get used to him and start moving. You moved exceptionally slow, wanting to feel every little inch of him inside of you. He usually wasn’t vocal in bed, but now he was emitting soft moans and grunts with your every move.

You loved watching his arms tied and spread. He was left for your mercy completely. Leaning onto his chest, your hands on his shoulders, you started moving up and down faster and faster. You tried to kiss him, but both of you were panting so hard that you ended just breathing and moaning into each other's mouths, him occasionally licking your lips. You were so sensitive down there that every little move could get you off again. But now, you were focused on him. And once you felt him tensing and breathing heavily, you stopped moving and got on your knees, his cock falling out of you.

Once he calmed down, you took the base of his cock again, running the tip gently over your clit, using him as your little toy. You straddled him again, slowly and gently, until it was all in and you heard his loud, desperate grunt. With your hands on his shoulders for balance, you started moving up and down. Your moves were getting faster and faster, but only a few seconds later you recognized the way his breathing started to speed up and how his moans were turning into whimpers so you propped yourself up again, losing contact with him, leaving his cock twitching on his stomach.

He finally opened his eyes, couldn’t even properly speak, but you knew what was on his mind.

“Sorry, you are one of the strongest men I’ve ever met, but I can’t help but enjoy making you all ruffled and desperate.” He recognized this little sentence and smiled, breathing heavily and lightly bumped his head on the headboard.

“So that’s what this is all about, huh?” he asked, fighting for breath, his cock painfully throbbing underneath you.

“I told you I was still mad,” you said that and sat on him, going all the way down to his base. He moaned so loud and arched his back, cursing. Slowly, you lifted yourself up again, completely and heard him whine at the loss of touch.

“I am, oh, so sorry. Can I please cum?” he asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know, can you?” you teased and moved downward again, your hand on the base of his cock to guide him better.

“Will you let me?” he asked, cock buried deep inside of you. You weren’t even moving, just clenching around him. He looked so turned on, his mouth agape and his back arched trying to get closer to you. You didn’t even need to move, he was getting himself off.

“Hmm,” you said and you started moving up and down, his eyes rolling back, hands gripping the handcuffs, “I think I wi…”

And just as you were about to move faster and finally let him have his high, you heard your telephone ringing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please don’t get that,” he was almost begging you, craning his neck to try and reach you as you got up since you recognized the ringtone.

“I have to, it’s D. Hold on, okay?” you said as you quickly grabbed the wipes from the bed counter and wiped yourself quickly. You took your phone and went to the hallway to take the call.

“Headquarters immediately. It’s about your little fleur-de-lis.” You didn’t even have time to answer because D hung up on you right away.

You quickly entered your bedroom, straight to your closet, looking for something to wear. Tom widened his eyes, watching you as you got put on your underwear.

“What happened?” he asked, now fully prompting himself on your bedpost, using his arm muscles to do so.

“I’m not quite sure, but it’s something about Delphine,” you said as you got into your jeans. “I need to see D as soon as possible.” You were putting your coat on and fixing your hair, practically running around the room.

“Don’t jerk off or anything, I want to finish this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the keys for the handcuffs and moved forward to him to unlock him. It was then that you got an even better idea. You couldn’t, you thought to yourself. But it was so tempting. You started smirking and slowed down, watching him and how his expression changed once he was on to you.

“No, no, don't even think about it,” he said, but your mind was already made.

“Oh I already am. I promise I’ll be back soon.” You winked at him, leaving the keys to the bed counter.

“And what if you don’t?” he asked, now less worried and more aroused. Judging by the way his member started quivering and growing, he liked this idea.

“I thought you were a top MI6 agent. I'm sure you can free yourself from some flimsy sex shop handcuffs, right?” You leaned down and gave him a little kiss that he eagerly reciprocated.

“You are so dead once I get rid of these,” he threatened, but you were already on your way out of the bedroom. Still, you turned around to get one last look at Tom. He was so hot, naked, hard and flexing, puppy eyes huge on his face just for you.

“You know what,” he said when he caught you looking, “I don’t think we’re ever doing this again.”

“Bye, Agent Holland.” You waved at him over your shoulder and left, grinning from ear to ear. Maybe you really had a thing for that man.

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You entered the meeting hall, on time, for once. Only your supervisor was there, sitting and tapping nervously on the large table. Not even a few seconds after you, Agent Osterfield entered the room as well. Only little ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ were exchanged. Judging by the looks on everyone's faces, not a single one of you had any idea why you had been called in this late. You kept looking at the big screen, waiting for D to appear on it and probably send you somewhere far away. And since he used Delphine’s secret code name during the phone call, it will likely be France again. You almost cursed to yourself. The last thing you wanted now was to spend hours going through paperwork, fake identities, passports and logistics of it all.

No matter how much you tried to focus and seem calm, your thoughts kept going back to the imagery you left back at your place. Tom, naked, hard, flustered and desperate for you. How his cock kept pulsating over his belly, begging you to let him cum. Which you had every intention to, as soon as you got back home. And just the thought of him made your stomach burn, the fire slowly expanding downwards, where you last needed it now.

Lucky for you, James from the tech department walked in, nervous and he took the chair next to your. The minute he sat down, you turned to him.

“What’s going on?” and before he even had the chance to face you, D entered the office. And now, more than confused, you were appalled. D never showed his face anywhere. He was always a face on a screen. You could count on one hand the number of times you had actually met him face to face. Right now, he looked worried and angry. Much angrier than usual.

“I'm aware none of you wants to be here, and trust me I don’t want to either.” It was D who started talking first.

“Oh you bet,” you heard Agent Osterfield and noticed the way your supervisor rolled her eyes at him. He was always too nonchalant, even in the most serious situations.

“I just want to point out that I wasn’t late and that I would appreciate it if we could get straight to the point.” This was your attempt to speed up the meeting, since you did not want to stay here and listen to Osterfield and D arguing.

“If you are all done with your chit-chat, I would like to go straight to the point,” D said in a strong voice. The whole room went quiet. “As you all know, for the last couple of weeks we've been trying to get the very important piece of information, better known as the list. I’m using this opportunity to inform you that our colleague, Agent James Smith, managed to decode the list.' He nodded towards James, but his face was still dead serious, not even a sigh of relief. You looked at your supervisor and Agent Osferfield, and they were both smiling and nodding at James as well. You turned around to congratulate James, intrigued but pleasantly surprised, since the intel he'd managed to get was major. Yet his face was nowhere near happy. He muttered a little 'I'm sorry' before you heard D again.

"Unfortunately, all good news comes with a price. What I am going to tell, you can't leave this room until we develop a detailed strategy."

It was dead silent in the room, you couldn't hear anything beside your racing pulse.

"I am going to be straightforward and open with you,” D added with his eyes on yours. You gulped at his intense gaze. “We have a double agent in our department, the one who has been working with SVR RF. And his name is Agent Holland."

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