#I was interrogated by the head of e in the US head office when I submitted a request to enable epub downloading access

[greaseonmymouth]

Don’t pirate books for all of the reasons above but I want to point out that it can affect publishers too. Where I work there is barely any attention paid to ebooks and audio and the one and a half people we have working on those are fighting an uphill battle to get more resources to properly promote and back the formats as well as issuing takedowns of pirated copies online. Pirated ebooks DO impact sales of ebook formats so it’s this cycle where we can’t hire more people/get more resources to combat it because sales are low. We all know it’s piracy but so long as print does well the higher ups don’t care and won’t sign off on it. We could hire more people! But no. And this does directly affect the author too because low ebook sales means they don’t see as much royalties for those formats.

I feel like book piracy has become so normalized now and its honestly so ugly and disappointing. Like I totally understand that some people in other countries have straight up no library access but for people in the US/UK?? saying that pubs are their 'free trial' without even trying to use a library??? I truly think younger readers using them don't realize how badly it could fuck an author over

i think book piracy comes down to people not understanding the differences between the film industry and the book industry. i don’t fully understand the film industry bc it’s not my focus, but i do know that pirating movies or shows is not going to directly impact the actors and/or the little people behind the movie or show. (if someone wants to elaborate on how, please do! i’m not really sure.)

however, pirating books is going to directly impact authors, not publishers or CEOs or any other bigwigs. an author is paid thus: they sign a contract for a certain amount of money, say, $100,000 for a two-book deal. that means that each book will be (technically) worth $50,000. depending on the contract, a check will be written for $25,000 upon the author turning in the version of the manuscript that the editor bought. that check will go to the author’s agent, who will take their 15% commission, which will be $3,750. then, the agent will send the remaining $21,250 to the author, minus taxes. with that same scenario, a check with the remaining $25,000 will be written upon the author turning in the final copy of the manuscript, aka the version that will go to the printer, and the process repeats (the check is sent to the agent, the agent takes their 15%, the author gets the remaining $21,250, minus taxes). 

that’s not where this story ends, though: in every contract is a thorough section detailing royalties, aka how much the author will receive per sale of a copy of their book in the book’s entire lifespan. if an agent is good, this will be one of their most important areas they focus on during negotiations. it’s imperative that people know that royalties can make or break an author’s career. it’s better to have larger royalties than a larger advance, bc an advance is only once, whereas royalties will continue as long as the book continues to sell (hardcover, paperback, audiobook, ebook, etc). the higher the author’s advance, the more pressure there is for the author to break even, aka for the author to make back the $50,000 spent on that first book. in a worst case scenario, if an author doesn’t earn back their advance (a big turn of phrase in publishing), they could have book 2 canceled, or they could possibly never be able to sell another book to a publisher again due to a poor sales record. in that case, it’s likely the author will have to re-debut under a pen name so the publisher backing them can treat them like a debut author. or, you’ll see an author’s first printings tank between book 1 and 2 or book 2 and 3 etc etc. for instance, Enchantee by Gita Trelease had a first hardcover printing of 175,000 copies (which is big for a debut!), while book 2 of that series, Everything That Burns, has a first hardcover printing of 75,000 copies. now, i can’t see the sales numbers, but it seems likely a lack of sales is the culprit here. 

so when people say that pirating books will directly influence whether or not your favorite author gets to publish more books, they really mean it. it won’t affect the publisher (who has massive protections in place) nearly as much as it will affect the author (who doesn’t have those same protections), and it could mean that your favorite author never gets to finish that series you love or can never publish another book again. in conclusion, don’t pirate books, kids. 

[daydreams-after-dark]

Free Use Jail Cell, Extra

Dinner date with Minho

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (final) | extra: Police Reports | Dinner date with Minho

full master list for additional installments

Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: A continuation of the free use jail cell series.

Word Count: this installment 4.3k approx.

Chapter Summary: You are free from the ot8 free use jail, Minho helps you out and then asks you over for dinner.

CW below the cut.

This is also in response to this ask here.

CW: masturbation with sex toys, video sex, spanking, vaginal penetration with an object, oral sex (m rec), vaginal sex (unprotected), restraints, stretch kink (because I'm obsessed).

After he’s finished kissing you and watching you drive away, Minho heads back into the police station. He feels giddy, like a school boy who’s just had his first kiss. It's a feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time and he is both excited and fearful of it. Usually, when things start off this good, they inevitably end in disaster. But you know what he’s like when it comes to sex, and you weren’t scared off. That’s one fundamental difference from his past partners.

“Why the fuck are you smirking like that?” Says Jeongin looking up from his seat in the Chief’s office. 

Everyone is sitting around the coffee table as Chan had gathered everyone for a meeting before going home.

“Not sure what you’re talking about?” Minho grunts, taking a seat next to Jisung, and trying to act like he didn’t just have the most delicious kiss of his life.

 Chan looks at him suspiciously.

“Yeah, you’ve been a little weird ever since you and Seungmin ��interrogated’ her.” Hyunjin adds.

“Yeah, man. And what was that back in the gang bang?” Changbin joins in.

“The fuck you talking about?” Growls Minho.

“Gees, someone’s sensitive.” Hyunjin mumbles.

“I’m talking about how soft you were with her. You barely said a fucking word, then you fucked her so… so gently. That wasn’t in her request list.” Changbin replies.

Everyone turns to MInho and he feels the cogs in their heads turning. 

“Well, Minho is good at picking up what people need, especially without them saying anything.” Offers Felix.

“That’s right.” Reiterates Chan sternly, staring directly at Minho.

Minho shifts awkwardly in his seat, feeling caught out.

“Fine. I just think he was a little too soft, that's all.” Changbin grumbles, settling back into his seat.

“Okay, boys.” Chan claps, signaling it’s time to move on. “I know we’ve only just finished our contract with Y/n, but I wanted to take the opportunity to discuss our next client and their requests.” 

But Minho is barely listening. His mind keeps going back to you. Back to the way your lips felt against his own. The way your tongue sought his. The way you hooked a leg over his arm, seeking friction against your sweet little pussy. Fuck. Focus.

“So we have several women requesting two of us at once, and a couple are just after one. I thought we could divvy up the contracts and conduct them over the same few days.”

Everyone nods in agreement. It makes sense, that way if another client seeks five or six of them then they will have availability. 

“Okay. The first is a request for two doctors. I think Seungmin and Jeongin would be good for that, yes?” He looks up at the pair and they both nod. Neither of them are new to that role. “Then a request for a fae themed scenario. I’m thinking we could use that cabin in the woods, the one we used for the kidnapping one, yeah? Felix, I think you’d be perfect.”

”No worries. I’ll get the place ready, and I’m pretty sure I saw the perfect costume online.” He makes a note on his phone to follow up.

“Good, make sure it can be sent express post. Um, a vampire request. Hyunjin?” he looks up at him and Hyunjin nods in acceptance. 

“Then there’s this one I quote ‘threesome where one guy is in me and another guy in him.’”

“Ooo ooo me!” Jisung raises his hand enthusiastically, almost jumping out of his seat.

“Alright, Jisung. Who else is happy to assist?”

Jisung turns to Minho. “Please, hyung!!! Be my partner!” He bats his eyelids at him.

“Fine.” Minho rolls his eyes. Actually he is secretly glad he does’t have to directly fuck another woman so soon after you.

“Yes!” Jisung fist pumps the air.

“Lastly, a personal trainer fantasy. Bin, you and I can take that one. Okay, everyone will receive emails with the full details, so make sure you read them thoroughly, and converse with your partner if you have one. Good job, boys. Enjoy your time off, and see you soon.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I wonder if she likes cats? Minho is still thinking about you when he lets himself into his apartment and is greeted by his fur baby. “Hey, Soonie,” he says, squatting down and patting his cat. “You miss me, huh? It’s okay, Daddy’s home now.” 

He potters around his apartment, putting on a load of clothes washing, vacuuming, and then cooking himself a meal. All while trying not to look at his phone where he now has your phone number he stole from your file. 

At some point while he’s cooking, he finds his phone in his hand and is staring at the number.

Is it too soon to call you? Of course it is. What kind of desperate fool are you?

He sighs and locks his phone, setting it back on the countertop and resumes stirring his pot of sauce. Maybe he could ask you over for a meal? His eyes drift back to his phone. Stop. No. Fuck. You are driving him crazy. He shuts his phone away in a kitchen drawer and goes to eat his dinner.

After successfully ignoring the strong pull coming from the kitchen drawer, Minho takes a shower, rubs one out to the thought of you on the interrogation table, then settles down on his couch to open his laptop.

He sighs and rubs his eyes, willing himself to focus, while Soonie decides it's the perfect time for pats. “What a cute little pussy, hmm.” Minho coos as it tries to climb onto his laptop as he reads the notes for his upcoming threesome. But it’s not long until his eyes drift towards his kitchen, to where his phone is still sitting in the drawer.

“Fuck it”. He says, sliding out from under his cat. He can’t think of anything else but messaging or calling you. He can’t focus on this next assignment. Fuck, he could barely think about his dinner without his mind drifting off to wondering how your sweet cunt would taste.

He doesn’t care if he looks desperate. Fuck, he is desperate. He opens the drawer and pulls out his phone, and after taking a deep, grounding breath, he dials your number.

>>>>>>>>>>>>

‘Resisted arrest. Force required to detain the suspect. However, once handcuffed she was extremely enthusiastic to obey. Her mouth was very skilled and cunt was cooperative.’ - Changbin

‘I will be keeping an eye on her to ensure she is arrested and questioned for any criminal activity she becomes involved in.’ - Minho

‘The suspect was easily coerced into double penetration, climaxing multiple times. She was displeased when we removed our penises from her to restrain her to the ceiling chains, but settled once we were back inside her.

The suspect is the most responsive we have encountered so far, and is definitely a favorite.’ - Hyunjin

‘How we ended up with the prettiest suspect in the world I will never know! Her pussy is the most perfect I have ever felt. So tight, warm and soaking wet.’ Han

‘CONCERNS: Detective Lee Minho.’ - Chan

“Fucking hell.” You whistle low, closing the police report. “Chief Chan is concerned with Minho?” you mumble to yourself. Was he not acting his usual self with you? Did the Chi-, Chan, know about the kiss?

You have done absolutely nothing since arriving home from the police station several hours ago. Except for looking through your file and reliving all those beautiful cocks that filled you up perfectly. You’re still buzzing from the entire experience, and you’re not quite ready to come back to reality. 

You flick to the photos Felix took of you. He was right, they are beautiful. Erotic even. You bite your lip as your eyes run over your bruises, bites marks, and injuries. You feel a pulsing sensation in your core. You need to touch yourself. Already? You say to your pussy, looking down in disbelief.

You gather all the items you need - a vibrating anal plug, lube, and your thickest dildo, and climb into bed. You moan when you press a lubed finger to your ass. As usual, it doesn’t take long until you’ve slipped a finger inside, preparing yourself to take the plug. Once you deem yourself ready, you push the plug inside and turn on the vibrator. Your breath quickens as the stretch, fullness and vibrations combined begin to send you feral.

You play with your clit. Rough, fast motions, all while your mind visualizes the photographs Felix took. You’re going to come hard and fast, but you want to prolong it. You slow your fingers right down to rubbing lazy circles on your clit, allowing your body to calm down.

You reach for the dildo and drench it in lube. Not that you need it, your pussy is absolutely dripping in arousal. You open your legs wider and push the dildo deep into your vagina. You cry out at the intrusion, your walls barely having time to adjust before you’re pulling it out and ramming it back inside you. Again, harder. You whimper from the pleasure-pain. You reach behind you and increase the speed of the anal vibrator, then you start to tug on it, stretching your anus slightly.

“Fuck!” You moan, feeling yourself about to climax. “Close. So fucking close.” You babble to yourself. You’re almost there. The point of no return. Your body tenses, your legs shake.

Your phone rings.

Your eyes shoot open and you grab your phone. Minho! A video call? Fuck. You scramble to sit up, fix your hair, and forgetting you are naked, you answer the phone.

Minho’s eyes almost pop out of his head, but he recovers quickly. “Nice tits, kitten.” He smirks.

Your arm quickly comes to cover yourself. 

“Hey, it’s not like I haven’t seen absolutely everything.” He teases. “Anyway, I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time - actually, what are you doing? You’re all flushed.” His eyes narrow.

“Nothing!” You squeak. 

“I don’t believe you.” he quips.

“Okay, fine I was masturbating.” You roll your eyes.

“Really? Already? Aren’t you sore?” 

“Nope. I'm fine.”

“Show me.”

“What?” You say shocked.

“I said show me.” He repeats seriously.

Nervously, You position the camera so he can see how wet you are.

“Fuck! You’ve got a plug in. Have you come yet?” He says in disbelief.

“Nope. Was almost there when you called. It’s like you knew.” You pouted.

“Oh kitten. Fuck. Such a good girl waiting for me before coming. Or is it you can’t come without me, hmm?”

“S’hard to come without someone watching.” You sulk, playing along.

“Fuck! Lucky I called. Go on. Play with yourself.”

You start to rub your clit again. Every so often you dip your fingers inside you to gather some wetness then bring it up to your clit.

“Have you got something you can fuck yourself with?” Minho says in a deep voice. 

You reach for your thick dildo and resume fucking yourself like you were doing earlier.

“Deeper. Wanna see you take it deeper.” Minho instructs. 

You want to obey, be a good girl for him, so you push the dildo in further so it hits your cervix on every thrust. “Need to come, Minho. Need to come.” You cry, thrusting into yourself frantically. “S’close..”

“I can hear how wet you are, kitten. That’s it, rub your clit. Good girl. I want you to imagine that’s me inside you.”

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck!” You whimper. “Let me come.”

“Scream for me, y/n.”

You explode into a million pieces, screaming, just as Minho demanded. Your body shakes for what feels like an eternity as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over you.

Eventually, you collapse on your mattress in exhaustion, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you try and catch your breath.

“Fuck. You alright?” Minho laughs softly.

“No.” You choke. “So intense.”

“Well, glad I got to see that. Luckily I called when I did.”

“Why did you call?” You pick up your phone so you can look at him.

He runs his hands through his hair. “Oh yeah. So, um, the reason I actually called was to see if you maybe wanted to come over for dinner one night?”

You’re taken by surprise. Minho wants to have dinner with you?

“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t. It’s probably not wh-”

“I’d love to.” You smile.

“Yeah?” He says in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

>>>>>>

“This looks delicious, Minho. You have lots of skills it seems.” You say grinning at the plate of pasta and bolognese in front of you. Your eyes almost roll back into your head when you take a bite. “Oh my god. This is fucking amazing!” you say with a mouthful of food. “Did you make the pasta from scratch?”

Minho smiles triumphantly. “Yes. The sauce too. Glad you like it.”

“It’s delicious.”  You grin and try your best to not scoff the entire plate down in one mouthful. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” He says gazing at you. You feel a heat flush over you. You aren’t particularly dressed up, opting for a nice top and denim shorts. You hoped it would be suitable enough for the occasion.

“Thank you. I think it’s the first time you’ve seen me in clothing?” You laugh. “You look good too.” You notice his cheeks flush a little.

“So,” You put your fork down. “How is it you came to be in your…um…profession?” You ask curiously.

Minho sits back in his chair, and pauses in thought. “Well, Chan started the business with Jisung - Han - and Changbin. Business grew quicker than they expected and so they needed to hire more staff.”

“Interesting. But what made you join?” You lean your elbows on the table, resting your chin in your hands. You’re curious to know more.

“Hmm. I suppose I thought it would make life easier, sexually speaking. It’s hard to find a partner that wants both a sex life like mine and also a sickly sweet romantic dynamic. It was too confusing for my previous partners. The ones I could see myself having a future with were put off by my tendencies. So I joined the group and got my satisfaction there. And it’s thrilling to please client’s who share similar desires. It really is.”

“But what about the sickly sweet romance? You don’t get that in the job.”

Minho shrugs. “I guess not. But at least I don’t keep being rejected by women this way.”

You can’t believe how anyone could reject Minho. He is kind and thoughtful. Very domesticated. You look around at his tidy home and then at the meal on your plate. But you get what he means. You know it too well.

“So have you got your next contract?” You ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

He cracks a huge grin. “Yeah. I do.”

“Well? What is it? What do you have to do?” Your eyes widen with enthusiasm.

“Hey, hey, Kitten.” He holds his hands up in a bid to calm you down. “That’s confidential.”

“Oh come on, it’s not like I know them. Please.” You bat your eyelids.

“Okay, fine. It’s a threesome.” he concedes.

“A threesome? Yes, go ahead. Tell me more..” You gesture for him to continue.

“The exact wording of the brief is ‘I want someone in me, and someone inside him.’ Okay maybe that wasn’t the exact wording, but you get the gist.”

Your mouth hangs open in excitement. “So you’re telling me—”

“Jisung’s going to be in the client’s vagina, and I am going to be in Jisung’s ass.” He states.

“Woah! So you guys fuck each other too?” You shriek.

“Sometimes.” 

“Wait! I could’ve asked for you to fuck each other? Oh man, no one told me that.” You sit back and scowl.

“Well, you’ll have to book us again.” He teases.

“I just might. So who have you fucked in the group?” You ask excitedly, taking another mouthful of pasta.

“Jisung, a few times. Chan too.” He says matter of fact.

“Chan?! No way! Has anyone fucked you?” You say with your mouth full.

“Chan. Seungmin.”

“Seungmin?” You almost choke.

“It was an experience. Although you know perfectly well how he likes to fuck an ass.”

You nod laughing, then falling quiet as the image of Seungmin inside Minho flashes through your mind. Jisung too. He’d look so pretty being ruined by Minho.

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to meet your gaze.

“Yeah. Just trying to work out my next fantasy request for you guys. I quite like the idea of someone in me, someone in them, another in my mouth, then everyone else inside each other.”

“Do you now? I might have to keep a mental note of that.” Minho’s eyes sparkle deviously.

>>>>

“That really was a delicious meal, Minho. Thank you for cooking.” You say placing your empty plate by the sink. “Would you like me to lend a hand washing up?” You start looking for dishwashing detergent and sponges.

Minho’s arms wrap around you from behind and he nuzzles his mouth into your neck. You smile at the warm gesture. 

“I’d like you to lend a hand with something else.” He whispers against your ear. “But first.” He spins you around and presses your back against the bench. “I’ve been dying to kiss these lips all night.” he smashes down on you in a heated kiss, setting your insides on fire.

He pulls back to peel your top off over your head and throws it to the side. Then he’s unclasping your bra with skilled fingers, and that’s gone from your body in a matter of moments.

You suck in a breath as he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth, nipping at it rough and urgently. Your head lolls back and you sigh. Your hands find the top of his head, weaving your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. He bites down hard on your nipple and you whimper. Your core throbs for more of his roughness.

He comes up for air, a smear of blood across his lip, and kisses you wildly. “Turn around.” He growls, turning you so you’re facing away from him. Reaching into a drawer, he pulls out a pair of handcuffs and tugs on your arms so they are above your head. He threads the cuffs through the overhead cupboard handle and attaches them to your wrists. You tug on the restraints, but they are extremely secure, and now you are at the mercy of Detective Minho.

“Look at you.” He whispers as he cups a breast and squeezes it. “Looks like you need questioning again, hmm?” he snarls and your cunt squeezes.

Silently, he moves to the pantry, scanning the shelves. He nods when he finds what he’s looking for, a bottle of fractionated coconut oil. He takes it from the shelf and returns to resume his interrogation.

He sets the bottle of oil on the countertop and crouches behind you to yank your shorts and panties down your legs. He guides you step out of them. Leaving you naked and chained to his kitchen cupboard. 

You poke your ass out as he slides his palms up the backs of your thighs, finding their grip on your cheeks and spreading you wide. You’re dripping wet. You know it. You can feel it, and the grunt that Minho emits tells you he knows you're soaking. The need for him to touch you is too great and you make some pathetic noise. But he simply stands back up, leaving your deprived pussy untouched.

He reaches into the kitchen drawer again, pulling out a silicone spatula and places that next to the oil. Then to your delight he strips off his own clothes so he is naked too. You lick your lips and take in the magnificent form that is Lee Minho.

“Oh you like that, hmm? Too bad you’re unable to touch me.” He smirks as he unscrews the bottle of coconut oil and applies some to his hands.

You moan as he runs his oiled hands down your back and over your ass, then whimper as he kneads the skin near your hips. He repeats the motion, slicking up your body with the oil and massaging your breasts and eventually your pussy. 

“Fuck! Yes. Min. God.” You choke when he slides a finger inside you. You grind back against him, only for him to remove his hand and leave you empty. Your eyes follow his hand as it grasps the handle of the spatula, then you feel him dragging it down your spine.

Slap!

He hits you hard on your ass. You moan, digging your teeth into your lip. 

He gently strokes you with the spatula to sooth the skin, then he pulls it back.

Slap!

He massages the red skin with his free hand. 

“God, so fucking red. So pretty.”

Slap!

You cry out louder, the sting so much more harsh than the last.

And again. Slap! 

You whimper, your legs feeling like jelly.

Minho is about to land another blow when a voice from the living room interrupts you.

You both freeze.

“Hey, Hyung? I had an idea for our — Woah!” Jisung stops in his tracks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. “Oh fuck I’m sorry! I didn’t realize…wait… Y/n? Is that you?” His eyes narrow as you turn your head sheepishly. 

“Hi Han, Jisung? Can I call you that?” You smile, like nothing is happening.

Jusung blinks rapidly. Then he looks at Minho who is standing in the middle of the kitchen naked and outraged, and then back at you. Finally his gaze settles on your bright red bottom.

“Yah!” Yells Minho, throwing a tea towel over your rear end to try to offer some sort of coverage.

“Hyung, Man, it’s not like I haven’t seen all of her before. Hey! Actually, what is she doing here?” Jisung’s tone turns accusatory.

Minho glares at him. It’s all it takes for Jisung to concede. He throws his hands up “Okay, I’m leaving. Even though it looks like a lot of fun and… you know I could sit on the floor underneath her… suck her clit while you continue doing your dominant thing… No? Okay. Well. I’ll go. Bye Y/n.” He waves at you. 

“Bye, Jisung. Lovely to see you again.” You wink at him and the tea towel slips off, giving the stunned man a last view of you before Minho is ushering him out.

“You did that on purpose, kitten.” He growls, returning to the kitchen and pulling your head back by your hair. “Bet you wanted me to let him stay, huh?” 

“No…of course not. Just want you.” You whine. The reality though, is that you would have loved to feel Jisung’s mouth against your pussy. You close your eyes at the thought and squeeze your legs together.

Minho notices it and scoffs. “I know you’re lying. Which means… punishment.”

Once again he goes to the kitchen draw, this time taking out a wooden spoon and silicone coated tongs. Your eyes widen. 

“Five. You’ll receive five strikes with the wooden spoon. If you say orange or red, I stop immediately.” He gives his hand an experimental slap with the item. “Then,” he picks up the tongs, holding them in the air and letting them spring open.

You cunt clenches. The fact that Minho remembers you have a stretch kink makes your heart beat faster.  

He makes his way behind you and you prepare yourself for the wooden spoon.

“You have to count for me.” He states.

He brings the wooden spoon down onto your already sore ass with a hard slap. Your legs almost give way. “One.” you cry.

He strikes you again and again. A loud slap fills the room each time the wood makes contact with your skin. Tears stream down your face and you can barely count, each number coming out like a choked sob. 

“F-five.” You cry out the final number.

Minho returns the wooden spoon to the bench, then holds you in his arms. His hard, naked body against yours is comforting, his words of praise are soothing.

“Good girl. You took that so well.” He whispers, kissing your shoulder and massaging where he’d spanked you. “How was it? Not too much?” he checks in with you. “How are you feeling?”

“S’good..S’wet…Aching…p-pussy needs filling up. Need to come.” you babble.

Minho chuckles, his eyes smiling with admiration. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. One last thing before I fuck you. I know you can take it.”

He drizzles the end of the tongs with oil, then crouches down behind you. He holds the tongs closed and runs them through your glistening labia. You let out a moan. Then he catches your clit. He allows the tongs to open just enough so can capture it, pinching it hard. 

Jolts of arousal shoot through you and you cry out.

Then you feel the tongs at your entrance and you automatically push your ass out further, giving Minho more access. Keeping the tongs closed, he slides them inside you. You must look so filthy with a pair of kitchen utensils shoved up your vagina. 

He’s not gentle when he fucks you with them. He’s messy, sloppy, rough, but he manages to find your g-spot every time. You’re surely about to come, but he slows down, bringing the tongs to a standstill. You whimper, frustrated from having your orgasm stolen from you. Then you feel it. The tongs opening inside you. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You cry.

“Color?”

“Green. Fucking green.” You scream.

He chuckles as he scissors you open. 

“Fuck.” He hisses. His free hand spreads your cheek wide. “Pussy’s so good when it’s stretched like this.”

“Maybe you should’ve been a doctor.” You pant.

“Sometimes I am darlin’. You wait till I use a real speculum on this pretty cunt. Open you right up so I can see inside.”

His fingers land on your clit. The added sensation has you on the verge of release. “Minho… please. Need to come.” You beg.

“Yeah? Pussy needs to come, huh? Do it.” He starts an onslaught of scissoring then thrusting, while his deft fingers on your clit tighten that coil inside you.

You're perspiring, shaking, sobbing as you’re thrown off the precipice in an earth shattering orgasm.

“That’s it. Making a mess for me. Mmm… can hardly move these tongs you’re gripping so tight.”

You can’t even respond, your panting and shivering so hard, barely able to stand.

He eases the utensil out of you, tossing them into the kitchen sink, along with the items he used to cook for you earlier, then he’s lining himself up to your entrance.

“Just relax for me. Yes… fuck yes… that’s my girl… let me in…” he pushes himself all the way inside you. You welcome the smooth silky hardness against your walls, and he slides in and out with ease, despite your tight grip on him. 

Holding onto your hips he fucks into you harder until he’s built up a brutal pace that reminds you of when you were in the interrogation room. Except this time, he leans his body against your back and massages your breasts, caresses your stomach, and plants hot wet kisses anywhere his mouth can reach.

The roughness and the softness combined sends all sorts of unfamiliar feelings through your body. You like it, it feels good, and you feel tears pricking your eyes. You’re going to come again. Any second now the tension is going to snap.

“You take me so well, Kitten. It's like you were made for me.”

That does it. You come hard around his cock with a loud wailing sound. He fucks you through it, chasing his own orgasm. “Gonna fill you. Gonna fill this perfect little cunt. My cunt.” He slams into you, almost knocking you off your feet then pulls out. He quickly works on freeing your wrists, turning you and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he impales you on his cock, fucking you whilst he makes his way to the dining table.

He lays you down on the table, and starts to slam into you hard again. His rhythm is hard, fast, and so so deep. “Gonna fill you..” he growls as he throws his head back and empties himself inside you. He stills, but you can still feel him pulsing and filling you to the brim.

He leans over you, collapsing on your chest, and you bring your arms around him, holding him silently for a few minutes.

“Let’s go wash you.” He says eventually, pulling himself out, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

Once the temperature of the water is comfortable, he helps you climb in with him and proceeds to wash your body.

It isn’t long until you’ve regained your composure and are able to stand steady on your feet. It’s only now that you can take in the man before you. You take the sponge from him, lather it up with body wash and start to wash his body. With a look of surprise and a hint of hesitation, he lets out an exhale and allows you to wash him.

He watches you as you run the sponge over his chest, down his torso, and drop to your knees in front of him. You swear you hear him whimper when your eyes land on his cock.

You drop the sponge and place your hands on his strong thighs. You need him in your mouth. He cups your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, and through hooded eyelids you silently seek permission to take care of him. He releases your chin and lets out a shaky breath when you wrap your hand around the base of his semi erect cock. Slowly, you lick the length of the underside. Then swirl your tongue around the tip. He grows rapidly, and it has you dying to choke on it.

Minho simply stands still while you work his cock, providing absolutely no help. But that doesn’t deter you. Or slow you down. You decide you’re going to choke on him all by yourself. You pop off with a plop, fill your lungs with air, then take him fully into your mouth. Cupping his delicious ass cheeks with your hands, you pull him towards you while you bob your head up and down his shaft. 

You hear his breath become heavier, and a hand wraps around your wet hair, his other he rests against the tiled wall behind you. 

“Look at you. So hungry for cock, you’re choking yourself.” He purrs. “I’m close… fuck, im so close.” His hips begin to press forwards, pushing his dick further into your throat. He cums quickly, spurting thick ropes cum into your mouth. “Holy shit!” He chokes as he empties himself.

After you’ve milked him of every drop and swallowed him down, he pulls you back to your feet. He looks almost bewildered when he looks into your eyes. “Y/n. How are you so perfect for me?” He whispers. 

You swallow hard. You’re thinking something similar about him. Instead, you shrug. “Well I’m not sure detective. Maybe you’ll have to investigate further?” you quip.

He chuckles. “Maybe it's better to just go with it and not question it.”

You nod in agreement. “Let’s not overthink it, then.”

You both dry off, and Minho leads you to his bed, a big King size bed with black sheets and a black quilt. 

“Oh, you’re not sending me on my way?” You tease.

”Fuck no. I need…need to hold you.” He says softly, pulling you onto the bed with him.

He falls asleep quickly with his arms around you and your head on his chest. His steady breath is soothing as his chest rises and falls. You’re not sure what is happening, how this man seems to be able to fill so many of your needs, or how easy he is to be around. Yet here you are, and you’re thankful you took a chance with the sex fantasy agency. 

Your thoughts shift to Minho’s next assignment. Jisung in some woman’s cunt, and Minho in Jisung. Fuck, that sounds like a dream. Then your mind goes to Jisung walking in on you and Minho earlier. What would have happened if Minho asked him to stay?

You sigh, feeling confused. You've got strong feelings for Minho, yet you feel yourself grow wet at the thought of Jisung, and the rest of them.

You find Minho’s hand and thread your fingers through his. That’ll be a problem for future you. Right now you’re ready to fall asleep in the arms of someone that finally accepts you for who you are.

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[ataraxixia]

sunday brainrot will not leave me ALONE just thinking abt his little "triple faced gods blah blah tell the truth" AURRRGGHH need to be interrogated by him SO BAD

omg yes

I imagine a scenario where you were his little insight spy without your knowledge and he‘ll use the Harmony to coax the information out of you. But this time- he was jealous of someone he didn't know.

i‘m completely normal about this man I swear

Clematis

pairings: Yan!Sunday x reader warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Reader referred to as „Angel“, god complex Sunday (?)

it was supposed to be a simple meeting with your loving boyfriend.

when he requested your presence, you initially thought he was stressed because of work again and that he needed rest- that he needed you, as usual.

after bidding farewell to the shopkeeper you were currently with, you made your way towards the Reverie Hotel. Some Family members on the way recognized you and gave you a small smile or a simple bow- mostly due to the fact that you were Sunday‘s lover. You reciprocated the kind gesture and gave a quick smile as well, even after having the strange feeling of being watched.

once you were on the plaza in front of the Reverie, you noticed one of Sunday‘s crows on one of the fences, watching you closely. They have always been around the city and Sunday told you to simply ignore them, so you did. But today, they seemed restless; when you left Dewlight Pavillion, when you walked around Golden Hour, when you bought some snacks from a Pepeshi Person- at least one crow was watching you.

opening the doors to Dewlight Pavillion, you were expecting to see Brina behind the reception counter greeting you, but instead, you were met with utter silence- as no one was in the room. A hint of uneasiness washed over your body as you continued to traverse through the Pavillion. Even in the halls, where there were usually some guards, there was silence.

you were filled with worry before rushing towards Sunday‘s office, flinging the door open- only to see him stand leisurely in front of the bookcase.

after hearing you entering, your lover turned around and gave you his charming smile.

„Good, you‘re here, my dear.“ he said, one hand behind his back and the other directing towards an armchair. „Please, sit.“ you slowly shook your head as you turned to the door again, stuttering over your words. „The… e-entire Pavillion- there‘s.. no one.. i-is everything okay?“ as you turned back to Sunday, he gave you a reassuring smile. „yes, everything is fine, Angel. Please, calm down and sit.“ you shrugged before listening to your lover, sitting down. The uneasy feeling in your stomach did not falter one second, but you were telling yourself that you were safe as long as Sunday was there.

„Dear, you seem more stressed than I was a few moments ago. Shall I ease your worries first before I tell you mine?“ you let out a long exhale as you nodded your head. Usually, you were the one calming Sunday down after a long day; stroking his hair, cleaning his wings, kissing his temple- he always said he appreciated these small gestures and you loved to do them.

sunday did the same to you right now. He brushed a few hairs out of your face, held your cheek in his palm and kissed you lightly on the forehead, his wings engulfing your head softly. your body and mind had calmed down by the time he retracted his face and when he smiled again you mirrored it. However, when you looked closer, his smile wasn‘t genuine and behind, there were his crows- their eyes focused on you.

„Have you calmed down? May I now share my troubles with you, Angel?“ he asked like usually and without hesitation, you nodded. „Of course.“

„Perfect. Now, there have been some… ‚issues‘ inside the Family‘s network. The Bloodhound Family has been trying to apprehend a stowaway, and please, don‘t take this the wrong way when I say this,“ the feeling in your stomach only increased and you didn‘t like it.

„you meet a lot of people everyday, and the stowaway was one of them, we believe. You wouldn‘t mind telling me about that, would you?“ Sunday had his hand on your cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb, the fabric of his gloves smooth on you skin, but your breath hitched as his hand traveled to you chin, holding it.

"I'm afraid I don't know a-anything." you tried to sound normal, but the small stutter gave you away, yet Sunday only chuckled. "I don't need any of your lies today, love. My patience has been running thin these past few days." his charming smile was replaced with a small frown and your body was betraying you. You tried to compose yourself, but it was futile.

"I only need truths." Sunday said and his whole demeanor changed.

"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

your whole mind was shooting blanks as you felt an unfamiliar dizziness wash over you. The whole room was becoming too colorful, and your lover's face became distorted as he made you look at him again.

"I apologize for the circumstances, but you gave me no choice. Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed." his words were echoing in your ears and you finally realized the situation you were in.

The crows, the empty pavilion, the Harmony: he was watching you.

"Who were the people you met two days ago on the Dream's Edge?" he asked and multiple memories flooded your mind. At this very moment, you were scared. Scared at your Lover. You didn't want to answer but a terrible headache took your mind off the idea.

"...not many, I remember... Chadwick, Colleen, those small birds... and that one... man?" the headache eased once you answered but the Harmony's influence was still present.

"What man? What was his name? What did his appearance look like? What did the two of you talk about?" you wanted to get up from your seat and run away, return to reality- but you knew that your legs had no ounce of strength.

"I don't remember his name, but it was something with A... Adan, I believe...and he had blonde hair, I think... with brown eyes." the room was getting more and more blurry with each second you didn't answer, but the loss of equilibrium made even your memories hazy. "We talked about the view of the Dreamscape... yes, that's it.." Sunday hummed unsatisfied as he heard your answer, clicking his tongue.

"What else? What else did you talk about?"

"I don't remember...! My head hurts..." Sunday held your face in his hands and made you look at him. His hands were soft to the touch and a worried smile was plastered on his lips. "I really didn't want to do this, Angel." he cooed, his face close to yours. "You know I only want the best for you, don't you?" those sweet words made your heart melt as you remembered the times where he took the blame if you accidentally ruined some of the Family's documents or when you broke something in Dewlight Pavilion.

"Angel, I gave you everything, and I can give you even more- I can give you everything that exists in the world, just tell me what I want to know." your breath hitched before he placed a soft kiss on your lips and you think you lost your mind after everything was hazy. Your memory, your view, the voices- everything became duller and duller by the second. Sunday asked something and you answered, but you can't comprehend what you said. You only felt his hand graze your temple before darkness engulfed you and you blacked out.

the soft humming, a calming scent, and a damp towel on your forehead welcomed you when you regained consciousness. as you slowly opened your eyes, a feather before your eyes greeted you and the humming stopped.

"You're awake. I was afraid you wouldn't wake up today." Sunday said softly, his hand on yours, stroking it gently. "...what?" you groaned as you fully regained consciousness, the headache returning tenfold. The damp towel was replaced by a hand, and you heard some whispering from Sunday.

"...oh, Triple-Faced Soul, may their fatigue vanish completely and let the harmony heal their mind."

you sighed as your body and mind calmed down, your worries from before disappearing. "Sunday...? what happened?" you asked when you saw his face full of worry.

"Nothing that needs your concern, Angel. Please, rest up and let me take care of you. Will you allow me?" you nodded at his gentle words and he hummed contently. His hand grazed over your arms as you felt more at ease before slowly falling asleep again. Sunday continued humming, even as he turned his face to his crows.

"Inform someone from the Bloodhound Family of this individual, and let them apprehend this... "stowaway." the crows disappeared in a blinks eye before he faced you again. The frown turned into a small smile again as he bent down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"No one is allowed to 'flirt' with what is mine."

A/N: hehahehafuu I'm going feral because of this man

[svuobsessed]

Elliot Stabler X Child Victim reader

Started March 1st - Finished March 5th

thought of this idea.

summary: A Little Girl comes to the station, the team find out she is a special victim and forms a bond with Elliot.

Third person pov...

The Team apart from Elliot were going through paperwork, Olivia sighs as she takes a break from writing and reading. Rubbing her eyes, she takes a sip of her now cold coffee.

They had just closed a case they had been chasing for a week straight. "Officer?" Came a childish voice from next to Olivia.

This made the woman look up, a smile on her face as she sees a child no older than 8, she had H/C hair and wide innocent E/C eyes.

"Hey there" she smiles at the girl, the

H/C child smiles back at her. "Hi!" She giggled, this made the others look over at Liv and the girl.

"Are you okay sweetie?" She asks the girl, the girl looks down a scared look on her face and shakes her head. Liv was worried.

"Why not sweetie did something happen?" She asks the girl, the H/C child looks back up at Liv tears in her E/C eyes, she nods her head.

Liv eyes Munch and Fin behind the girl. "Can you tell me what happened sweetie?" She asks gently, the girl holds her hands over her mouth.

Live face pales the worse comes to mind. "You can't tell me" the girl nods her head hands still covering her mouth.

Liv is soon explaining to the team and Cragen, Elliot had arrived after something to do with Kathy. "We dont know anything about this girl, do we even knkw her name?" Asks The Captain, Liv sighs and looks at the young girl in the child's interrogation room.

After the girl had told her something happend she closed up and didn't say anything else, they don't even know her name.

"Not a word, she closed up after talking to me"she explained, then she looks at her partner. "El why don't you try a crack at it, you have daughters?" She tells the man.

Elliot nods his head and walks to the room the girl was in, she was currently sitting at the table drawing with the crayons. The two detectives walk in together.

The girl looks up when they walk in, she smiles at liv recognising her as the woman she spoke to before. "Hey there, I'm Olivia. This is Elliot my partner" she tells the child.

"Hi" whsipers the girl, Elliot smiled at the girl and took a seat on the chair on the other side of the table, Liv stood by the wall. The girl went back to her drawing.

"Hey there, what's your name?" Asks Elliot, the H/C girl doesn't look up from her drawing. "Y/N" she says. Elliot and Liv look at each other, they are getting somewhere.

"Hi Y/N, My partner told me you came here for help right?" He asks Y/N, he watches as thr 8 year old flinches at the question.

"I didn't, I didn't say anything" She says quietly. Putting the crayon on the table "sweetie if your in trouble you need to tell us" Liv says gently. Y/N looks at her unshed tears in her eyes.

"No you can't help me" she cries, sobbing into her hands. Liv kneels next to the girl, as she got closer she saw a purple mark just below her neck, Y/N was wearing a shirt with a collar so it wasn't visible.

Eyes wide Liv looks to Elliot. "El" she motioned with her hand and the two stand up and wlaks away from Y/N to talk. "El she's got bruises"

The man stared at Olivia. "Shit, you thinkin' abuse?" Olivia nods her head,

Y/N had stopped sobbing loudly but hadn't stopped crying.

Elliot rubs a hand down his face. "Okay, you let Cragen know, search ti databases for any missing kids by her name see what comes up" Liv nods her head agreeing, once she left the room Elliot sat back down with Y/N.

"Your right" whispers Y/N, Elliot looks at her "what do you mean Y/N?" The girl lifts her head and looks at the man. "I need help" she cries leaning into him.

Cautiously Elliot wraps an arm around the young girls shoulders as she cried, eventually Y/N told him about her Mum how she was always drunk, she would never feed her and would beat her, how she let her horrible boyfriend touch her.

After his conversation with Y/N Elliot left the room to tell the team what he found out, by the end everyone was pissed off with what Y/N went through.

Suddenly the door slam open and in walks a woman with H/C hair and E/C eyes much like Y/N, straggling behind her was a tall skinny man.

"Hello! I'm here for my daughter" she exclaims, Olivia walks over to the two. "You must be Y/Ns Mother im Detective Benson" she says to her, Y/Ns Mum points a finger at Liv making her step back.

Elliots goes to intervene but stays back to watch. "You give her to me, that little liar. I bet she's been telling all sorts of lies about me and my boyfriend to you" she yells attracting attention from everyone.

Elliot looks at the woman yelling then back to the room Y/N was in. Confused he walks over to the woman. "You mean she's lied before" he asks her, the woman nods her head.

"Since my husband left 5 years ago she's started telling everyone and anyone a load of lies to get attention" she explains waving her hand, her skinny boyfriend nodding his head next to her.

Liv looks at Elliot they have a conversation with their eyes before Elliot leaves and Liv directs the worried woman to the table upstairs ro ask more questions.

Elliot walks back to the room where Y/N was sitting, the girl was staring out of the window playing with her sleeves, the man sighs before opening the door making the girl jump.

She smiles at the Detective as he walks in. "Hi Elliot everything okay" she asks seeing the look on his face. Frowning Elliot grabbed a chair and sat in front of the girl.

"Y/N, your mothers here to take you home-" panic appears in the girls eyes she begins shaking as he continues shaking her head at him Elliot continues.

"-she says that you've lied before, is that true?" Y/N shakes her head so quick Elliot grabbed her shoulders. Wrong move as she cried out is pain, Elliot quickly let go.

Sobbing Y/N curls in on herself. "I'm not lying! You have to believe me" she sobs to the man, Elliot doesn't know what to believe.

When silence greets her Y/N stands up Elliot goes to move but Y/N begins to pull up her sleeves showing off her arms to him. Elliot eyes widened at the bruises that marked her skin.

Tears rolling down her face she yanks up her trouser legs more bruises where on her skin. "I'm not lying! Please believe me. She tells everyone I lie so they won't help me" she sobs falling to her knees.

Elliot holds the girl in a hug as she clung onto the man tightly sobbing into his shirt.

After this new piece of information came out, Elliot and Olivia interrogated both Y/Ns Mother and her Boyfriend. After hours of interrogating they found out the truth.

The two where arrested for Child abuse and Molestation of a child they were sentenced for 20 years no chance of parole, The boyfriend got an extra 10 for molesting Y/N.

Once her Mother and Mother's boyfriend in jail Y/Ns was sent to live with her Father, who had been trying to get custody of Y/N fir years but was always turned down because of his exWife getting in the way.

After that Elliot got letters from Y/N thanking him and the team for their help and how happy she was to be with her Dad.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for the wait. And sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1405

[simplyraeblue]

Shooting for Mercury | e. kirishima Teaser

Chapter Seventeen : Bird Brained Deal

Teaser word count: 1,573

Posted on Wattpad and AO3

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“You’re telling me he didn’t even let you guys leave the office?” Jiro asked Bakugo and Emi, her disbelief evident as she and the others gathered in the common room, eager to hear about the patrol. They were met with a less-than-thrilling update.

“Nope, and now my eyes are killing me from staring at the computer screen for hours,” Emi complained, rubbing her eyes wearily. Kirishima, ever the comforter, was gently massaging her neck as she sat on the floor between his legs.

“That guy is a real jerk,” Bakugo growled, shooting a sidelong glance at Tokoyami. “I don’t get how you liked him, but Emi and I definitely don’t.”

“Well, my first meeting with him turned into an interrogation,” Tokoyami said, shaking his head in frustration. “Maybe things will improve with time.”

“That’s exactly what happened,” Bakugo said, sitting up straighter with realization. “He had me leave the room, and when I came back, Emi was being interrogated alone.”

Kirishima’s ears perked up, and concern washed over his face. He leaned forward, peering around Emi to ask, “Wait, he interrogated you alone? Are you okay?”

Emi offered a reassuring smile and patted his face. “It was just a few questions. I wouldn’t call it a full interrogation. Besides, I know how to handle an egomaniac. We deal with Bakugo every day.”

“YOU SHUT UP!” Bakugo bellowed, his frustration palpable. “I was all set to come back and defend you, but let’s see if I feel the same way next time.”

“Aw, Bakugo, you softie!” Emi teased, placing a hand over her heart with dramatic flair. “You really do have feelings!”

Bakugo muttered something under his breath, then abruptly stood and stormed out of the room. Emi and the rest of their classmates burst into laughter, watching as he left the room, steam practically rising from his head.

Kirishima rested his head on Emi's, his smile warm as he asked, "Do you want to talk to Aizawa about what happened today? Maybe see if you can switch your Pro Hero?"

"No, I think I can handle Hawks," Emi replied. "Besides, he might actually be useful." She kept quiet about the deal she’d made and her reasons for staying with Hawks. If Kirishima knew, he’d probably offer to help, but she didn’t want him to be in danger if things went wrong. This was her responsibility alone.

"So, who’s up for patrols next?" Shoto asked. Kirishima and Sero both raised their hands.

As the group buzzed with excitement over their upcoming patrols and schedules, Kirishima gently scooped Emi up and settled her on his lap. She felt a rush of warmth and knew she was blushing. Kirishima looked up at her, his eyes twinkling, and asked, "Ems, after my first patrol, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Emi’s grin widened as she nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! What do you have in mind?”

Kirishima leaned in, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “That’s a surprise,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Can’t spill all my secrets, now can I?”

Emi giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ooh, do you have a special signature move or something I don’t know about?”

“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll just have to be patient and see,” Kirishima replied, his breath warm and tickling her skin as he nuzzled his nose against her neck.

“Um, guys, you do realize we’re all still sitting here, right?” Hagakure’s voice broke through, and Emi glanced around to see their friends either looking away or grinning with amusement.

Kirishima shrugged, his tone nonchalant. “I don’t care.” Emi burst into laughter, giving him a playful shove.

“Sorry, I guess someone’s a little extra needy after my first patrol,” Emi teased, only to squeal as Kirishima began tickling her sides.

“Okay, I’m gonna go throw up now,” Sero announced, standing up and pretending to gag dramatically.

Emi gave Kirishima another playful push, wagging her finger at him in mock disapproval. “Behave,” she warned, causing him to pout exaggeratedly in response.

“If you two are going to be all over each other, take it upstairs, lovebirds,” Uraraka joked with a wink at Emi.

“Sounds like a great idea,” Kirishima replied, grabbing Emi’s hand and pulling her off the couch. “After you, m’lady.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Emi responded with a laugh, giving a theatrical bow to their friends.

As they made their way to the stairs, Ida called out, “Keep your door open and please obey the rules!” The room erupted in laughter, everyone teasing Mr. Class Rep with playful jabs.

Kirishima barely registered their friends’ laughter as he practically pulled Emi up the stairs, his urgency barely contained. When he nuzzled her neck, the intoxicating blend of lavender and vanilla made his head spin, heightening his desire to kiss her. The scent wrapped around him, intensifying his longing to be as close to her as possible. Despite her frequent updates during her patrol, he had been anxious the entire time she was away.

He guided her into her room and shut the door with a firm, decisive push. “Why do we always end up in my room?” Emi asked with a teasing giggle.

“My room’s a disaster. Yours is warm and inviting,” Kirishima said with a grin, locking the door behind him. “It’s really that simple.”

Emi’s heart raced as she faced him, a nervous knot forming in her stomach like a hot stone. Kirishima’s intense gaze made her feel both thrilled and vulnerable, her instinct to retreat battling with her desire to stay.

“Oh, I have a plan,” Kirishima said, his voice low and playful as he closed the distance between them, his hands finding her hips. “But only if you give me the green light.”

“I don’t know that I’d ever give you a red light.” Emi told him, her breath already hitching in her throat. After she spoke, Kirishima’s lips crashed into hers. She opened her mouth at the contact, letting loose an accidental moan as she melted into his body.

Kirishima took that chance to slip his tongue past her lips, feeling as though he needed to explore every inch of her mouth. He could feel her hands grab onto the back of his shirt tightly, pulling him in as close as possible. God, he could do this every second of every day, he thought. Her lips tasted like cola, and the sweet noises she was making were sending him over the edge.

Emi had lost all sense of self, wondering if she might burst into flames at any moment. Every second that Kirishima took to pull away for a breath she felt cold until his lips returned to hers. They stumbled back towards the bed, with Kirishima taking a seat and pulling her onto his lap, straddling him.

“If you want me to stop-” he spoke between kisses, “-tell me when.”

She could only nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. Emi knew they should stop at some point, but the devil on her shoulder pleaded for more. His lips crashed into hers again, this time sloppier and more passionate.

Kirishima moved his hand to the back of her neck, using a light grip to keep her close. He was practically panting like a dog every time her lips parted for his tongue. He couldn’t believe how insane she was making him feel but he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if they kept going. Kirishima pulled away one final time, trying to calm the blood rushing to his south, and took a deep breath.

“You’re amazing,” Emi whispered, her voice tender as she brushed a stray strand of hair from Kirishima’s face. Her lips were flushed and slightly swollen, a small indent on her lower lip from his nibbles between kisses. She was so captivated by him, but he wished she could see herself in a mirror to understand just how amazing she truly was.

“I think you might be talking about yourself, sweetheart,” Kirishima replied softly, his fingers gently caressing the back of her neck, his thumb making slow, soothing circles on her skin. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”

“Then why’d you pull away?” Emi’s lips formed a slight pout, and she couldn’t help but let self-doubt creep in. Did her kissing not meet his expectations? Did her breath smell?

“Don’t start second-guessing yourself,” Kirishima said, tapping her gently on the temple, as if he could read her thoughts. “I had to stop for my own sake. If we’d kept going, I’m not sure what I would have done.”

“Oh,” Emi murmured, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she glanced down at where their hips were pressed together. “That makes sense. Does it hurt?”

“Not yet,” Kirishima chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But if you keep kissing me like that, it might.” His laughter was contagious, and Emi couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “I told you nothing would go further until you gave the word, and I meant it. Your comfort is my top priority, Ems.”

Emi kissed him again, softer this time. A show of appreciation and affection. She thought he deserved the world and more with how amazing he treated her, and she wondered how she got so lucky. Kirishima had been one of the best things to happen to her within the past year and for that, she thanked whatever God was out there.

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[solticeenery]

"Lockwood!" Lucy screams when a big grey, black and white ball of fur rolls down the stairs, kind of squeaks and rushes between her feet somewhere under the couch.

"What's wrong, Luce?" Anthony asks leaving his sister's room and closing the door behind him.

"What. Is. This?" she hisses pointing in direction of living room.

"What exactly?" Lockwood smiles cautiously not knowing what to expect. They are officially dating for a year now, but he's still confused and a bit scared, when Lucy is so angry. He slowly approaches her, keeping the distance between them. Just in case Lucy decides to throw something like she sometimes does when she's pissed. And she definitely looks like that right now. "If you... Specify the problem, we can come up with some kind of solution."

Lucy sighs heavily, trying to calm down, and reminds herself, that Lockwood isn't always the one and only reason of every single disaster happening here. George can be responsible for it not less than Anthony himself. Sometimes it's just Kipps with his concerning but harmless sense of humour. Maybe there's apocalypse coming, because Holly suddenly decided to make fun of them. There are variations of what exactly happened. That's why Lucy takes a deep breath and starts again.

"Anthony, my dear, why is there a raccoon in our house?" she definitely doesn't have any strength left to control the way she addresses Lockwood, when everyone is in the kitchen and can hear every single word. Excluding Holly, she's probably in the office sorting some papers.

"A what..?" Lockwood is obviously startled. "Luce, I'm not sure if I heard you loud and clear, could you please repeat?"

"Sure!" nervous laughter escapes her lungs. "There is a raccoon in our house and I'd like to know, why is it there. To be more specific, under the couch in living room."

"Nope, I heard everything right on first try, a raccoon, ha-ha, okay, whatever, w h a t. T h e. F u c k ?! I beg your pardon but I don't have other words right now?"

"Don't worry, hon, me too" Lucy smiles, relieved, that Lockwood has nothing to do with this incident, and comes to him just to snug in his arms for a second as an apology for shouting at the most precious person in her entire life. He holds her gently, buries his face against her neck and takes a slow deep breath, presumably processing the existence of raccoon on Portland Row 35. Not an easy type of acceptance, but they don't have a choice. First and foremost because Lucy can already guess, whose brilliant idea it was. Flo (please burn in hell) Bones.

No, she does like Flo when she is helpful, but otherwise Lucy prefers to avoid her as much as possible. Mostly because she doesn't like relic-men whoever they are and however useful they can be. She already learned that it's easier when relic-girl stays out of her sight and doesn't bother her with some stupid jokes and meaningful gazes. Lucy has had enough. The Skull overdid all possible norms in first months of her and Lockwood dating.

"So... Who are we interrogating now? George? Quill? Holly?" Lucy tilts her head and rests it on Lockwood's shoulder, admiring their perfect height difference.

"Uh... Whatever you wanna ask, I don't know anything?" sound of Holly's voice makes her shiver a bit and turn around. And see that their assistant just came to work. "Sorry, I know, I'm late, I..."

"It's alright, Holly," Lockwood says softly and calmingly squeezes Lucy's shoulder. "Just don't enter the living room until I allow it, okay?"

"Okay?" Holly is obviously confused and looks at the room uncertainly. "May I ask why?"

"There is a raccoon under the couch," Lucy answers and an expression of pure shock and disbelief on Holly's face is just adorable and worth every inch of this ball of fur.

"A what now? Raccoon?! How?!!"

"If only we knew. But I have an idea," Lockwood giggles and raises his voice. "George! Could you please come for a second."

The chatter in the kitchen suddenly stops and not long after George appears in the hallway with a mug of tea. Lucy can spot Kipps behind him, sipping his morning coffee and definitely eavesdropping.

"Morning," George yawns. "What has already happened?"

"A raccoon happened!" Holly answers instead of Lockwood. "Who left the backdoor opened? You? Or Quill?" Kipps freezes. They all once saw, how angry Holly can be and how dangerous for everyone else it is. Enough to say, that noone wanted to be the target of Holly's anger. It was scarier than all types of ghosts together in one room.

George blinks couple times. Looks at the couch. Frowns, when he hears some suspicious noises underneath it. And suddenly bursts into laughter.

"Oh, you mean Charcoal!" the noises stop, and a small black nose shows up between two blankets, sniffing. "Come here, boy, it's okay." The raccoon rushes into George's open arms, hides its fluffy head under his chin and silently cries. "Yeah, yeah, I know, she can be rude, don't blame her."

"I bet you won't survive the night," Quill shakes his head. "Either Holly or Lucy are gonna kill you."

"Nah, c'mon, Charcoal is too cute, who's gonna look after him, if I'm gone?"

"Flo," Kipps shrugs. "She brought this fur ball here 'till tomorrow morning, and I'm looking forward to her taking this monster away."

"So relic-girl it is," Holly sighs, rolls her eyes and goes to the kitchen to make some tea for them. And Lucy can already guess on that annoyed-angry look on Holly's face that neither Kipps nor George get their mugs refilled. Not as if it bothers them. Not as if Lucy or Lockwood want to disagree with their assistant.

"So... Are we done for now?" George asks burying his face in raccoon's fur.

"Ew, how can you do that?" Lucy grimaces. "He probably was digging in the trash lately. I wouldn't be surprised I mean, it's Flo we're talking about."

"I bathed him this morning! He's clean!"

"You know what, Lockwood," Holly says coming back to the doorway, "I'm cleaning your bathroom with bleach and vinegar today. Or better. George, you are making it, I don't want to know where this fluffy devil was and what could it bring on him."

"Agreed," Lockwood chuckles and turns to Lucy. "We have to meet the client today, don't you mind if I use your bathroom? I don't want to risk my pretty face getting peeled off after Charcoal's presence."

"Oh, sure," Lucy smiles. "I don't want you to risk it either."

She expects George to say something to it, something sarcastic and funny, but the silence is so loud and Lockwood's grin is so sly that it takes some time untill she understands what did her friends hear in these words.

"Yeah, take your time I suppose," George waves his hand. Lucy can see Kipps biting his lips in desperate attempt not to die from laughter. And Holly just sighs heavily.

"I expect both of you to get down to the front door at the noon. Maybe earlier if you manage it, but not later."

Lucy narrows her eyes ready to answer something sarcastic but Lockwood just pulls her upstairs, winking to the others. As soon as they close the door to her room, Lockwood throws his arms around her waist and gently pushes his forehead against hers.

"You can't kill them, Luce."

"Yeah, yeah, as if you would ever allow it."

"Or injure them in any way."

"Not even nudge someone?"

Lockwood frowns, thinking. "George. For the raccoon. He deserves it. But noone else."

Lucy wants to remind him, that he also doesn't like whenever their friends are joking about their relationship. But his soft warm lips meet hers, and in an instant the world stops existing. They won't be ready at the noon, of course Holly understood it.

The last thought Lucy can catch before loosing herself in Lockwood's arms is that maybe — just maybe — she should thank Flo for bringing Charcoal at their place. Because she definitely heard the most awaited words whispered against her lips.

"I think my last name suits you better."

And Lucy can deny it.

It surely does.

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[Serennedy] All chained up

Based on that one scene in RE4make. You know the one. Ship: Leon X Luis Rated E | 3.6k words | ao3 link

Leon awoke with a start.

His heart was still pounding from his fight with the giant priest and subsequent nightmare of a cloaked figure.

Shoving the memories to the side, Leon focused on the problem at hand. He was in an unassuming, barren room, stripped of his weapons and supplies and chained to the ceiling with thick metal cuffs and a robust chain. For some reason, the murderous villagers had opted to merely imprison instead of slaughter him when they’d had the chance.

Leon grit his teeth and yanked on the chain. To his surprise, the chain gave, and a pained grunt sounded from behind him.

“Oye, stop it!” a man’s voice hissed. Leon peered over his shoulder, and…

Saw the idiot he’d found in the lakeside settlement chained right beside him. Great.

Using the slack from the chain, Leon turned to assess the situation. They were both handcuffed to the same chain, fastened to a pulley wheel in the ceiling. It looked sturdy, but if Leon pulled hard enough…

“I told you to stop that!” the stranger spat, stumbling forward from the momentum. “You move, I move—and I’m beat up enough as it is.”

Leon contemplated telling him he didn’t give a single fuck. He opted to glare instead.

“The quiet type, eh?” the man asked, then offered, “I’m Luis Serra.”

“I don’t care,” Leon said. “How do we get out of here?”

“Mierda, are all Yanquis this rude?” Luis sighed and shook his head.

“It’s called being efficient,” Leon shot back. He wrapped the chain around his hands and pulled again—to a yelp from Luis that he pretended not to hear—but the pulley’s fastenings didn’t budge.

“All work and no play, huh?” Luis grinned, which only proved that he was far from seriously injured. “Bet you’ve been in spots like this before.”

Leon resolutely ignored the small talk and looked around the room for anything useful. 

“My guess is, you’re here looking for someone,” Luis kept going. God, did he ever shut up?

Unsurprisingly, there weren’t any bolt cutters or keys laying around, but Leon could see an axe on the wall—just out of reach, of course.

Luis hummed. “Maybe… a missing señorita?”

Dread shot through Leon and he whipped around, only to find the man smirking. Figures: the sleazeball was obviously more than some helpless civilian.

In one quick move, Leon pulled on the chain hard, making Luis curse and lose his footing, until he was helplessly dangling from the pulley, hands held high above his head. Leon stepped close, an intimidating presence to the man who had suddenly become a worthwhile interrogation target. 

“Talk. Now,” Leon spat.

“Woah, hey,” Luis said, still grinning. “If you wanted to get to know me better, all you had to do was ask.”

Leon grit his teeth. “Tell me what you know about the girl.”

“Come now, amigo.” Luis smiled and cocked his head. “We are in this together, yes? Where is the trust?”

“And why the hell should I trust you?”

“Because torture or threats of torture is a sure way to receive false information.” Luis frowned. “Don’t they teach you that in America, officer?”

“That’s agent to you,” Leon said. He wasn’t bothered about the rest of the man’s concerns: throughout all of his years of training for the job, Leon had learned plenty of creative torture methods that would get people very willing to tell the truth.

“My mistake, then.” Luis smiled. “But, seeing as we’re in a stalemate of sorts, why don’t we make a deal?”

Leon glared. “In your dreams.”

“At least hear me out, yes?” Luis said. “My part of the deal is that I will answer your questions to the best of my abilities. In return, you help me with my problem.”

That… didn’t sound too bad, actually. Leon had never particularly enjoyed the violence that his new job entailed, and if he could get the information he needed out of Luis without actually hurting anyone…

Leon mentally shook himself. Focus, agent. He wasn’t that blue-eyed rookie from six years ago anymore. He’d had to kill and bury the Leon that always wanted to help people in need. Now, there was only the job, and in this line of work, easy solutions tended to come with a catch.

“What problem?” Leon asked.

Luis smirked, which didn’t bode well. “It is a, how do you say… private matter.”

Leon glared harder. “I’m not in the mood for your games—”

“Mierda, just look down,” Luis sighed.

Skeptically, Leon did—though first squeezing the chain harder so Luis wouldn’t try anything. His gaze traveled over the man’s tacky jacket and he stamped down on the inexplicable relief that he found no visible injuries or even tears in the fabric. 

Similarly, Luis’ pants and shoes were dirty but seemed otherwise intact, and Leon was about to ask what the hell he was on about when he spotted it:

A very obvious bulge in the man’s already tight pants.

“Are you serious!?” Leon’s head snapped up only to yell in Luis’ face. “At a time like this!?”

“What?” Luis shrugged. “I have been surrounded by nothing but ugly villagers for days, and then a muscled bonito rescues me. Can you blame Luisito for getting excited?”

Leon’s face was flaring red—from rage, probably—and he very nearly physically recoiled. “You're disgusting.”

That infuriating smirk was back. “Yet you need me, hm?”

Leon’s jaw clenched in annoyance. Luis was right: Leon sorely needed his cooperation, both for information about Baby Eagle’s situation and to stand a chance of taking out the guards that would inevitably come back for them.

“A simple trade,” Luis said. “I answer all of your questions, and you give me a hand with my… not-so-little problem.”

It seemed like a fair trade. Leon wasn’t an idiot: he knew firsthand how effective seduction could be as a means to get something you wanted out of an unsuspecting target. How it made people willing not only to do what you asked, but to go that extra mile, to give everything just to impress you—

Leon mentally shook himself, away from the memories of a red dress and flirty little smile. He’d never thought he’d be on the other end of that bargain, using his looks or nonexistent charm to seduce his target into cooperating.

But, well, this time the work was mostly done for him. Luis was obviously attracted to him even if Leon had done nothing but manhandle and yell at him. And Luis himself wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes, as long as he’d shut up…

“You know, as sexy as your brooding face is, we don’t actually have all day,” Luis said.

This time, the annoyance Leon felt was accompanied by a spike of lust. He allowed himself to admit that Luis was handsome—if extremely annoying—and that if they’d met in different circumstances, Leon might have been curious to see what lay behind those warm brown eyes and infuriating smirk.

And now he could.

“Alright,” Leon said.

Luis actually startled at that, jolting in his restraints. “What?”

“I said alright,” Leon repeated. “You answer my questions, I’ll get you off. Or, well, try to, anyway.” He nodded to his still-cuffed hands.

The manic grin that spread over Luis’ face almost made Leon regret his decision.

“Oh, trust me, amigo, that will not be a problem,” Luis lowered his voice, looking at Leon with half-lidded eyes. “Just being chained to you nearly has me bursting in my pants.”

“Well.” Leon cleared his throat and averted his eyes. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”

“Then I accept,” Luis said, then smiled and rattled his handcuffs. “I’d shake your hand, but…”

“No need,” Leon said. 

He tightened the grip he had on the chains and pulled, yanking Luis just that much higher, making him wince and stumble to balance on his toes—though tellingly, he didn’t protest the rough treatment. 

“Now tell me what you know about the girl,” Leon ordered.

“Well, see, before I was shoved into the bag you found me in…” Luis said. “I heard chatter about moving a señorita.”

“Moving her,” Leon repeated. This sounded promising. “Where?”

“Who knows?” Luis did his best attempt at a shrug with his hands above his head. Leon glared and grabbed the chain— “But!” Luis continued. “Later, I saw some men dragging someone… to the old church.”

A church; Leon could work with that. A town this small probably only had one church. It was a decent lead.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it,” Leon said. Feeling bold, he stepped closer, until his thigh was barely brushing against Luis’ crotch. “Anything else you wanna tell me?”

“No, that’s all I know about the señorita, I swear,” Luis said, feebly trying to grind against Leon’s leg, though it was impossible without leverage. “God, Yanqui…” 

“Leon,” he said, voice hoarse. He cleared his throat and stepped back. “My name is Leon.”

“Leon, please,” Luis begged, and why was hearing his name from this man so arousing? “Touch me.”

Leon steeled himself even as his hands twitched, wanting to comply. “Tell me what you’re doing here first.”

“I’m—I’m a police officer,” Luis panted. “Sent from Madrid to investigate the disappearance of people around the village.”

“You? A cop?” Leon snorted. “Try again.”

“No, please, I’m telling the truth,” Luis whined. He was clearly starting to get desperate. “Me and my partner were undercover to infiltrate the village. But the people here, well… if you don’t have red eyes and a pitchfork and try to kill everyone in sight, it’s difficult to fit in.”

Leon hummed. That seemed pretty plausible, as his police escorts from earlier had talked about people disappearing. Maybe another policeman going AWOL had made the whole precinct reluctant to visit the village. 

“Now, please, I answered your question…” Luis said.

Leon let go of the chain to lower Luis back onto his feet and earned a grateful sigh. He stepped close and reached out his joined hands to awkwardly palm over Luis' pants.

“Yes—God, Leon, yes,” Luis moaned.

Leon felt his cheeks heating up as he rubbed the rough leather over the hard shaft underneath. Jesus, this was really doing it for Luis, huh? Leon’s own dick twitched in sympathy, trapped in his combat pants, but he ignored it in favor of clumsily unbuttoning Luis’ pants and pulling his dick out.

Leon swallowed and felt sweat trickle down his neck from the rising temperature of the room. Luis was thick and uncut, the head of his dick almost purple with how hard he was.

"Oh, god, Leon…" Luis said when Leon experimentally stroked up and then down.

Leon couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Luis' dick sliding in his hand. Coarse black hair surrounded the base and trailed up under Luis' jacket and Leon imagined how it would feel brushing against his nose, if his mouth was full of Luis and—

Leon cleared his throat and focused on stroking with his limited movements. “This good?”

“So good, querido, so good,” Luis praised. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t if you keep talking,” Leon said, remembering what he was supposed to be doing. “How did you get captured? What happened to your partner?”

“Ah, mierda. We split up when we arrived; he started with the castle and I started with the village—oh, just like that.” Luis sighed in pleasure as Leon worked the foreskin over his shaft.

Luis’ legs were trembling but he seemed to be doing his best to answer. Something in Leon felt oddly pleased. 

"And?" Leon prompted.

“And in the village, I barely managed to ask for directions before the locos were throwing axes at my head," Luis huffed. 

"Hmm," Leon commented. He rewarded Luis with a twist of his palm over the head of his cock, already leaking copiously.

Luis gasped and his hips jerked up into Leon's hands. “Please, Leon—”

“In a minute,” Leon said. “How did they catch you?”

"Well, obviously, I ran,” Luis said. “But our car was at the castle on the other side of the lake, and I hid in the forest for days before they finally caught me and brought me to the place you thankfully found me at.”

Shit, it really sounded like Luis was just another victim in this whole clusterfuck of a mission. Not only was he proving helpful with information, but he’d probably be a good person to have by his side fighting out of here, too.

“Any further questions, amigo?” Luis smiled. “Or can we get on with it?”

Leon bit back a smile and rewarded Luis with a firm stroke of his hand that had the man gasping. Because despite the grating humor, Luis was a good man, was cooperating and giving himself to Leon so sweetly—

“Oh,” Luis said, his downright lecherous grin pulling Leon from his thoughts. “Looks like I’m not the only one excited about the situation.”

Luis’ eyes were glued to Leon’s crotch and he swallowed the humiliation of getting caught: he’d been hard for a good while, now.

“I’m not…” Leon tried. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say. Aroused? Attracted to men? Both were clearly not true.

“Oh, loosen up, amigo,” Luis scoffed. He lifted one of his legs, bending it at the knee. “Here. Grind against me.”

Leon flushed at the shameless display. He knew that he should argue, that his own pleasure wasn’t part of the deal, and that rutting up against a stranger wasn’t something he was eager to file into a mission report.

On the other hand, it wasn’t hurting anybody. Whether he liked it or not, Leon was stuck here, at least until a guard came back and he could steal a key or something. Nobody would know except him and Luis.

“Please,” Luis begged, desperation in his eyes. “I know you will feel so good. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just please, Leon…”

And looking at Luis straining against his handcuffs, with his cock jutting out hard and leaking, the suave mask slipping with how much he was aching for it, Leon stopped resisting.

“Okay,” Leon said. “Okay, just hold on—”

Leon lowered Luis back down on his feet and hurried to unzip his own, too-tight pants. He breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled his erection free from its confines.

“Mierda, yes,” Luis moaned. “You look so good. Give it to me.”

With trembling legs, Leon stepped close, slotting his hips against Luis’ and making both of them groan when their dicks slid over each other.

“Yes, just like that,” Luis breathed, his eyes slipping shut.

Leon thrust against Luis, once then twice, and though it felt good, felt warm and hot and so very good against his throbbing dick… The position was awkward as they just stood there, hands uselessly chained together and Luis nearly stumbling with each of Leon’s thrusts, drastically reducing the much-needed friction between them.

And Leon couldn’t have that.

“Here.” Leon grunted with exertion as he pulled the chain taut above them and lifted Luis back into the air. “Wrap your legs around me, and—”

“Oh,” Luis breathed. He immediately hoisted himself up, surprisingly muscular legs squeezing around Leon’s hips and then dropping down, sliding his cock over Leon’s.

Leon bit his lip to stifle a groan; that had no business feeling as good as it did.

Luis, however, had no such inhibitions. He moaned long and loud and arched into it, shamelessly grinding his cock against Leon’s.

“Oh, this position was a wonderful idea,” Luis panted. “I take back everything I said about American stupidity.”

“You didn’t say anything about American stupidity.”

Luis grinned down at him, wild and completely unashamed. “It was implied.”

Leon huffed out something he would forever deny was a laugh and thrust up against Luis, feeling no small amount of satisfaction from the broken moan he earned for his efforts.

They quickly built up a rhythm; Luis raised and lowered himself against Leon’s crotch and Leon thrust up to grind against him on the downstroke. Each time, Leon’s cock rubbed against the silky hardness of Luis’ shaft and the roughness of his pants, pre-come wet and slippery between them as they chased their pleasure.

The room reeked of sweat and musk; Leon knew he didn’t exactly smell like roses on the second day of a mission and Luis had been stuck here for God knows how long. But after the stink of rot and death covering the whole village, the musky smell of their arousal might as well have been an expensive cologne from the way it made Leon’s cock harden and only encouraged him to thrust harder, faster, more.

“Fuck,” Leon cursed. “Fuck, Luis, you’re so…”

“I could say the same,” Luis grinned even as sweat pooled on his brow from exertion. “God, Leon, you feel so good—ah!”

Luis threw his head back in ecstasy, his mouth open in another moan as he rode Leon for all he was worth. And Leon watched: shamelessly stared at Luis’ face scrunched up in pleasure and the long line of his exposed throat working as he swallowed between the filthy noises escaping his mouth, all the while he worked his body against Leon’s.

“Shit,” Leon panted, the arousal building hard and fast. “I’m close.”

“Me too,” Luis said, picking up his pace, grinding against Leon’s dick. “Don’t stop, Leon, please don’t stop, I’m—”

Luis gasped and abruptly leaned in, kissing Leon hot and open-mouthed and groaning his release. 

And Leon didn't do anything to stop him. He only moaned into Luis’ mouth and thrust up against Luis’ dick wetly spasming between them, working the other man through his orgasm.

Soon, Luis relaxed against him, pulling away from the sloppy kiss to murmur against Leon’s mouth. “Mm, that was nice.”

“Luis…” Leon’s whole body was trembling; he was so close.

“Oh, cariño.” Luis leaned his forehead against Leon’s, the endearment shooting straight to Leon’s cock. “Take what you need. Make yourself feel good.”

Luis kissed him properly, then, lips and tongue sliding against Leon’s and his stubble rasping against Leon’s chin. One of his hands came down to cradle Leon’s head, holding him in place. 

Leon moaned, no longer caring how loud he was, thrusting up again and again, against Luis’ now softening dick and into the sticky mess between them. 

Luis whined from oversensitivity, his hand tightening in Leon’s hair and pulling, and…

Leon came with a groan, pumping his release all over Luis’ spent dick and his stupid jacket.

Luis was still kissing him, humming in satisfaction as Leon came and came and came. The hand in Leon’s hair loosened its hold and—

Wait. The hand? The hand that was supposed to be cuffed overhead by the pulley wheel?

Luis’ legs left Leon’s sides and just as Leon pulled away from the kiss in confusion, the chain he’d been holding all this time went slack and he promptly fell backwards on his ass. 

“What the hell!?” Leon demanded, struggling to right himself and fixing Luis with a demanding stare.

Luis, who was back on his feet, inexplicably free from his restraints and already buttoning his pants.

“Oops?” Luis grinned, not seeming the least bit apologetic. Something familiar and metallic glinted in his hand… A lockpick?

“Give me that!” Leon attempted to surge up for the item, but stumbled over the chain. Mortified, he realized that his dick was still out and hurried to put himself back into his pants.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Luis said, stepping back out of the chain’s reach. “Wouldn’t want you to injure such a pretty face.”

Realization crashed over Leon. “You’re not a police officer, are you?”

Luis grinned and twirled the lockpick between his fingers. “And here I thought you enjoyed our little roleplay.”

“So, what? You’re with them?” Leon sneered.

“Oh, please,” Luis scoffed. “I work solo. I have my own mission here, and now I know you aren't a threat to it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Leon said.

“You are Leon, an American agent; a highly esteemed special agent, I would guess, as you don’t have a team with you,” Luis said. “Your mission is to rescue the president's daughter who was kidnapped by the cultists. You were most likely hired by the American government or maybe even the president himself.”

Leon stared at the man before him who easily rattled off the details of Leon’s top secret mission. Gone were Luis’ easy smiles and the flirtation from before, replaced with a cold, analytical aura that Leon could scarcely recognize as the same man.

Then, it hit him. Luis had been able to get free from his chains this entire time. To get information out of Leon, Luis had chosen to let him believe that he was helpless, that Leon had full control over the situation. And just like that rookie six years ago, Leon had played right into his hands.

Luis tossed the lockpick on the floor, in full reach of Leon.

“Good luck, amigo,” Luis said. He wiped at a white stripe of spend on his jacket and then winked at Leon. “Thank you for the souvenir.”

Luis proceeded to saunter out of the door and Leon was left kneeling there, staring after Luis and feeling exactly like an idiot who had just been beaten at his own game.

He scrambled for the lockpick and set to removing his cuffs. Double-crossed or not, he still had a mission to complete.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

You can Matt Murdock x reader ?

Reader is sister of Elektra’s but reader she's his girlfriend and a secretary at Nelson & Murdock but she hasn't told Matt and when Matt finds out they fight

( I want angst and happy end if you want ofc💟)

Omg Anon, I'm so so sorry this took so long! And I decided to leave it a bit angsty and unresolved 😭 (I'm sorry I'm sorry!)

|| Assist ||

"I'm just going out for lunch, you guys want anything?" you shouted through to the office as you grabbed your jacket and bag from the coat hook.

"Noooope thanks, all good!" came Foggy's reply.

"Can you pick me up a brownie or something?" Karen asked you sweetly.

"Uh sure!" you replied, "Matt?"

He looked up from his laptop and sea of files to give you a smile. 

"Surprise me." 

You hurried out onto the street and hastily walked a couple of blocks before hailing a cab uptown. 

When the car pulled up at your destination you hesitated. The driver pestering for the fare soon pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly paid him along with a generous tip. 

-

On the way back to the office a bit later, you got out of the cab a few streets away again, using the walk to calm your breathing and nerves. If you didn't, he'd know. He couldn't know.

Opening the Nelson, Murdock & Page door you waved around the bag of baked goodies you had picked up on the way back. Karen and Foggy were extremely appreciative of the sugar boost, promising you many drinks in repayment in Josie's after work.

You hung your stuff back on the hook and went into Matt's office.

"You bring me something sweet too?" he grins, beckoning you to him at the desk.

"Maybe…" you reply leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, but he pulls away sharply, a terse expression written on his face.

"Matty? What is it? I was just gonna-"

"Where have you been?" his question is like a drill, not the playful banter you were used to. It was the voice he used when interrogating criminals.

"I- just out for lunch? And the bakery to get cakes… wha-"

He stands up, facing you. "Sweetheart, please. Don't lie."

You're trying to steady your heart rate but it's no use, once he's caught onto it he's like a bloodhound for the truth. You can see his jaw clench.

"Matty I'm not-"

"What were you doing, with her?" he catches you with the question and you're wriggling like a fish hooked through the jaw.

"Who? I don't-" maybe you can still...

"Elektra." he sighs. "Don't deny it, please just tell me. Her scent's on you."

You turn away from him, staring blankly out the window at the city below. Your heart feels so tight. This is everything you were afraid of.

"I… I didn't want to get involved… didn't want to involve you, but…"

"God damn it…" 

Matt paces, his hands going from gripping his hair to his hips as he almost wears down a track in the floor. 

"What one of her schemes has she got you into? And how? Does she have something on you?"

"No Matt, she just wanted some information, something we had dug up on the Hand."

"Right. Of course. And so… you just gave her it?" He laughed resentfully.

You slumped in the chair in the corner. "Yeah."

Matt was incredulous. "W-why? And why the hell didn't you tell me?"

Across the other side of the room you see Karen and Foggy poke their heads out of Foggy's office at Matt's now raised voice.

It wasn't hard to see the hurt in him. Your eyes began to burn with tears.

"It's not that simple… I didn't want to lie to you Matt, I swear! You know I love you…"

He stalks over to you, so close you can feel anger and pain him coming off him in sickening waves. "Then why did you?"

Your head falls into your hands and you mumble the answer.

 "Because she's my sister".

Matt tags! @saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdocksscars @marvelswh0re

@hellskitchens-whore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @briefcasejuice @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @e-dubbc11 @father4giveme @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @stress--relief @imperfxctly-me

[kryptonitejelly]

K!!!!! since we're always calling the two of them is idiot in love but i think Jake is the biggest idiot sjskskak like sometimes he'd give the most random reason to make sure you're not get tangled in with someone yk. imagine when you and Jake are back home, Emma informed him about the guy next block who used to have crush on you during highschool days been running with you few times last week (Jake isn't home yet at that time) and Jake casually gives 'running is healthy' as his response. buuut when afternoon comes and you're about to go run, Jake is already outside with two bottles of water, said 'i heard the path to next block is closed because a liar dog is on the loose and rumor said its has rabies' and you kind of trying to hide your laughter since you knew where he's coming from with the said rumor (you know the rumor isn't true at all, but you didn't say anything) so you just well you wanna try new path? and Jake eagerly said yeah let's skip the next block until the dog is being caught, shall we

(you're never run to the next block again btw) (later on when the two of you is officially together, you brought this up and he just 😐 what. are you talking about!? the rumor is true! Mr. Walker had to be vaccinated because he got bit and you laughed so hard he had to kiss you so you'd shut up - not that you complain)

orrrr one day you're having a video call with him during lunchtime (you have him on speaker, it's easier that way) you're having salad in which Jake scoffed at because according to him 'it's hardly a lunch'. when the two of you are in the middle of talking, your new workmate comes in to your room and asks if you're down to have chicken steak lunch with him as a thank you because you've helped him settled in the new office and to know each other better as a 'workmate'. Jake, the menace he is, of course heard the conversation you exchanged with the guy and he purposely let his voice to be heard and said 'AREN'T YOU A VEGAN?' and the new guy went 😮 sorry i didn't know (you JUST happens to have salad, he never asks you to lunch again) (another reason is he also happens to see the picture of you and Jake on your desk so) (Jake has never been so grateful for a salad before)

rrrrrgghh i loveeee my two idiots in love. i cherish flyboy dearly 🥹🫠

-🍑

Context: Flyboy

Hi my love 🍑!!! Oh god, these absolute idiots. 

Imagine if it was during college, and he had to stay back an extra week for football, but you had to go back because some extended family would be in town that week.

Jake was soooooo pouty about it >:(( because it was the first time he wasn’t heading back home with you during a college break. If he didn’t have football / if you didn’t have family down, either of you would have waited with the other.

So when Emma sent him a badly taken photo of you and some guy from high school, and that guy shirtless no less!!!!! And you in nothing but a sports bra and shorts on your run, well you bet Jake was pissed.

He called Emma right away and basically interrogated her.

Soooo on the day he gets back home (he doesn’t tell you that he has managed to push his return up a day), he surprises you and you find him standing outside your house with two bottles of water.

Naturally you are all “what are you doing back today!!!!” and he hugs you, while telling you very seriously about the dog on the loose.

You have to bite back your giggles, because you clearly know what he is getting at. You might not be together, but you know Jake by now.

“Wanna try a new path?” You take the bottle from him.

“Smart to stay away until they catch the dog”

Omg y e s - please, when you talk about it during the Flyboy era with him when you get the chance to start going on regular runs together again, he is just all like “hey, that rumour was very true and for your safety”

And you are giggling soooo hard as you slow into a jog back up the driveway of the house. It makes him go 🤨🤨🤨, but you won’t stop giggling - your shoulders are basically shaking and the giggles are become silent at this point because!!! you can’t stop!!!

So he just growls a little and pushes you against his truck. You are both sweaty, and the body of his truck is warm against your back, but he goes “sweetheart, if you aren’t going to stop laughing, i’ll have to make you”

It makes you laugh even more, so he kisses you, hard, pressing you up against his truck to get you to shut up 😌 but not that you mind.

Omg 100% - he would be on lunchtime video calls with you, whenever he can, even though it isn’t even lunch time for him.

He would be roasting you for your salad, because it looks tiny, but the moment the guy comes in, Jake’s face is like >:( no! And he asks “AREN’T YOU A VEGAN?” soooo loudly, it makes the guy jump - because please, Jake would be soooo haughty and annoying about it + he didn’t even know you had anyone on the phone propped up against a random bottle.

“Jake,” you scold, but not really after he leaves, “you just lost me a potential new work friend.”

“Please, why do you need work friends, you have me. Plus there was something not so innocent about that ask.”

“All he asked was for lunch,” you scoff.

Jake just rolls his eyes.

This menace sends you a huge salad the next day for lunch - but the fanciest kind (like those 40 dollar chicken salads) - absolute menace; he honestly just doesn’t want you to be making lunch plans with that guy (or any other guy).

He sends you a text when the salad arrives (he gets the notification) asking enjoying the salad?

You send him back a text which says - kinda a big salad, looks perfect for two.

And he calls you immediately to glower at you for literally 1 minutes before he has to go (he really shouldn’t have been calling because he was busy with something Navy, but boy is an absolute menace when it comes to you).

Ooooh yes - 100% the guy saw THAT famed picture of you and Jake and backed right off because c’mon - who wouldn’t think you both were a thing from that photo, pleaseeee. When you were with Dan - everyone would think that Jake was Dan, but when they saw Dan irl and realised he wasn’t the photo boy they would all just be sooooo confused.

[flower-slut004]

Yea i really think you should a a Nsfw Alphabet for Adult Nick Goode.I don’t think he’d be too rough….unless you deserve it;)But really i’d think he’d cherish you💗

NSFW ABC- NICK GOODE

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depends on the situation, if it’s jealous sex then he’ll just leave you alone as soon as it’s over. If he’s feeling cuddly then he’ll be at your side like superglue.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nick likes his eyes because he knows just by looking at you, you're pudding in his hands. One look and you're in the back of his cruiser.

He loves your lips. Nick adores how your moans drip like honey from your lips. It gets him going when he sees them wrapped around his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's extremely territorial, he'll fuck you in your skirt and making you walk with his cum dripping down your thigh.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He keeps your panties in his drawers at home so he has something to humiliate you with.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?).

Let's be honest, he's was the town's whore in his younger years. He's very experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position as long as he's balls deep into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If you're being quiet, he'll try to get a giggle out of you. Nick will "accidentally" brush his fingers near your tickle spot.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's hairier there than most guys you've been with. Nick isn't too hairy but there's enough where you can feel it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He devotes the whole time to you, he needs to be on call? He'll send someone else. Nothing can distract him from you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember the panties he keeps? Yeah, he'll use those instead of tissues. He has some polaroids of you hidden in his office as well. When he gets home, get ready for a looong night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

100% has a damsel in distress kink. Officer and criminal roleplay? Uh yeah.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the jail cell, his cruiser, *cough* if he's really horny, he'll fuck you at a crime scene *cough*

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Words can not describe how much this man is in love with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Threesomes or sharing you. Anything else he's done for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Selfish of him to admit but he prefers getting head, he just loves how your mouth stretches around his cock and how pretty you look when you gag.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If it's jealous sex he'll go rough and slow just to punish you. Every other day it's slow and hot.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Nick Quickie Goode is his name, this man can fit pleasing you into his schedule at any time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, if you want it. You'll get it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It's like this man drowns himself in energy drinks, he can go on for hours making sure you won't walk and lose the ability to talk.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nick will say he hates toys but has a box just for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I need to scream at how unfair he is. Imagine him chuckling as he thrusting his fingers into you only to pull them out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not loud, he has too much pride. He grunts and hisses.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

one time, Nick was fcking you against the two-way mirror in the interrogation room. That way you didn't know if anyone was watching but anyone would see.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man... I know his dick is big but like 8in big. with veins and everything.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He'll leave work if your panties aren't enough. Which is 75% of the time. He's sheriff, he can do whatever he wants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

First of all... are you okay? Do you need anything? He'll make sure you're okay first before he falls asleep.

[skiller0dani]

Broken Paradise | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut requests info wc | 9.1k summary | you run into an ex boyfriend during an interrogation. except it's you being interrogated, and it's your ex boyfriend doing the interrogating.

song

another draft just waiting to be published. really obsessing over Spencer Reid.

also there's mentions of abortion, nothing graphic it's literally just a short direct reference and nothing else.

You always hear people say your past will come back to haunt you, you just didn't know they meant literally. You leaned back against the metal chair in the interrogation room, you've been in here for what felt like hours. You couldn't complain too much seeing as it's your fault that you're in here at all. You wished they'd come in and tell you something, give you an update, say hi, say anything. You seriously underestimated how maddening silence can be. You knew little about the murders the police were investigating, something about druggie women being found mutilated. The pictures they showed you were downright horrifying, you'd need at least one solid bottle of tequila to forget the bodies of those poor women.

The Las Vegas Police Department were a bunch of judgmental pigs, the only reason they'd brought you here at all was because you were from the wrong side of the tracks. Both of your parents were users, and if you were lucky, also dead. They probably assumed you used as well, and seeing as you seemed to fit the killers physical preference the police brought you in for questioning and also for your own "safety". But really you knew they didn't give a damn about your safety, they just wanted to know where you got your shit from. No matter how many times you insisted you didn't use, they kept pushing. When one male officer started throwing your parents in your face, you stood up and promptly broke his nose. That's how you landed yourself cuffed to the table, tightly.

"Oh thank you so much for gracing me with your presence once more." You smiled sarcastically as another officer walked in, wait he's definitely not an officer. The man who entered the room had cleanly cut dark hair, and wore an expensive looking black suit. Not the run of the mill beat cop that you were expecting. You bit back any other fiery remarks, if you wanted to get the hell out of here you needed to cooperate. Diana would be expecting you, not that you were itching to see her but after letter number 75 of her begging you to swing by- well lets just say that Spencer's mother was never the problem. You doubt Spencer even knew Diana was contacting you, which was good. You wanted nothing at all to do with him.

"I'm Agent Hotchner here with the FBI I need to ask you a few questions." This man was all business, you seriously had to fight the urge to fuck with him a little bit.

"I'd shake your hand but..." Your eyes flickered towards the table, where the police officer who's nose you broke had very tightly handcuffed you. In fact he cuffed you so tightly that your wrists were already raw and bleeding a bit.

"They wouldn't have handcuffed you if you didn't punch an officer. Did he hit a nerve?" The Agent's face was level, and gave nothing away as to what he was thinking. You tongued the inside of your cheek, your foot tapping quickly on the concrete floor. These assholes were really starting to piss you off.

"He was being a dick, how many times do I have to tell you guys that I don't use? Are your heads filled with sawdust?" You snapped roughly, yanking away from him to lean back in your chair despite the biting pain in your wrists.

"That's not why I'm here Miss Y/L/N." Agent Hotchner said, his voice even and his eyes on you. The way he was looking at you made you feel exposed, like he could read all of your secrets because of the way your eye twitches when you're nervous. You hate these damn FBI profilers- wait.

"How's Spencer?" It's a shot in the dark, a very long shot in a very dark tunnel. Before the scumbag left you without warning, Spencer mentioned that someone was trying to recruit him for the BAU department of the FBI. The profilers. Spencer left and never came back, two guesses as to where he went. Your eyes locked onto the Agent's in front of you, and from the slight upturn at the corner of his brow you knew you got him. Spencer is here.

"You know Dr. Reid?"

"So he's a Doctor now, doesn't surprise me. Let me guess, he has PHD's and Doctorates in Math, Chemistry and something to do with Geography right?" You say as casually as you can and you can only hope this man is wondering how you happen to know so much about one of his Agents.

"Unless I'm speaking to Spencer Reid, I want my lawyer." You snap, leaning back. You know Spencer won't talk to you, and unless they have physical proof you're guilty of something they'll have to let you go.

Check mate.

//

Spencer couldn't ignore the questioning glances from his fellow teammates even if he'd wanted to. He watched you lean back in your chair from the other side of the one way glass, what are the chances that you are wrapped up in this case? You of all young petite blonde women in the metro area. The world was fucking with him, it had to be.

"She a friend of yours?" Derek's voice was the first to cut through the silence.

"No." One word answers were the safest route, the shortest diction would give little time for them to draw information out of the way Spencer was speaking. There was a tremble in his tone, he knew there was. Spencer prided himself for having little to no baggage behind him, but of all unopened suitcases- his previous relationship with you was the largest one.

"Really? Cause she seems to know a lot about you." Derek said, his eyes fixed on Spencer. The tension in the room was palpable, and suddenly it felt hard for Spencer to breathe let alone compose himself. After shoving free from the small viewing room, Spencer found it a lot easier to exist without the scrutinizing gazes of his coworkers.

"You hear her?" It was Hotch, with a patiently guarded expression on his face. Spencer and drugs wasn't an uncommon problem, although in the past his poison of choice was dilaudid. Now there's a string of drug related murders and a possible junky who seems to know a lot about him.

"Yeah, from before the Bureau." Spencer clarified quickly, and Hotch honestly looked the tiniest bit relieved.

"Think you could talk to her, she's made it obvious she won't talk to any of us." Hotch said, and from the tension building in Spencer's shoulders he can tell there's some bad blood between the two of you. Spencer took a deep breath before taking all of those unresolved emotions and forcefully shoving them down. Deep, deep down. It's time to do a job, there's a missing woman who needs to be saved.

//

When that door opened again, you thought you'd won. You thought they were coming to begrudgingly release you. Instead you were met by the big doey eyes of Spencer Reid, your first and last love. All the air was stolen from your lungs in an instant, the memories flood back and you can't stop them. The anger rises then, this is the first time you've seen him since he left you. The one person you trusted not to leave you did, he left like everyone leaves you. Like your parents left you. He's very clearly all business, his face hardly giving anything away as he swiftly reached down to unlock the handcuffs around your wrists. If you wanted to walk away from this without your heart getting broken you needed the upper hand.

"Heya baby." You smiled, you hoped that maybe it would disarm him. At least a little, but when you looked at him all you saw was a stoic and focused expression. Nothing? Really?

"I need to ask you a few questions Miss Y/L/N." Spencer's voice was controlled, even in tone. His voice... God his voice could bring you right to tears. You could still hear him saying how much he loved you with that stupidly angelic voice of his. Spencer was very quickly taking control of the situation and you did not like that at all.

"You know you can ask me anything, there's no secrets between us right Spence?" You leaned forward on your elbows, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing in your wrists. One of Spencer's biggest giveaways is eye contact, when he's upset or feels guilty he'll avoid looking into your eyes. You turn your gaze up to meet his, but once again you're completely disarmed to see him unabashedly looking into your eyes like it isn't a problem at all. Either Spencer has amnesia and forgot who you were, or what happened between you two doesn't hurt him like it hurts you. You refuse to believe it's the latter, he just forgot. Definitely forgot. Somehow he must have forgot.

"Nina Fredricks, have you ever seen her?" He slid a photo in front of you, you recognize her as the woman who was most recently kidnapped. Most recently being 12 hours ago so chances of her still being alive are unfortunately slim. You nibble on your lower lip, come to think of it you actually might have seen her.

"Yeah, saw her at Winchell's, little coffee shop on the corner of 5th? You remember right Spence? You used take me there all the time, I loved giving you head under the table." You smirk, but it quickly falters. Whatever training he went through must have stripped him of all emotion and turned him into a machine. Built only to solve cases and do nothing else. That wasn't the case however, you just didn't know how good Spencer is at compartmentalizing his emotions. He could only imagine the looks on his coworkers faces upon hearing you say that, at least he can just say you were lying to try and illicit some sort of reaction from him. They don't have to know that you totally used to slip under the table and swallow his cock in a diner full of people. They don't know about that side of him, and Spencer doesn't plan on changing that.

"When?" He presses on with the interview, and surprisingly you're forthcoming with information when you're speaking to Spencer. Even after all this time, he has this annoying power over you. This innate ability to get you to do whatever he wants you to, although you would prefer him to use this special ability in the bedroom. No! No you have to eradicate thoughts like that, Spencer hurt you worse then anyone else ever has. He hurt you worse because he made you think he was going to stay, and then he didn't.

"Few nights ago, she looked really messed up though. Winchell threw her out, definitely doped up on something. Before you ask, no I didn't see where she went." You sigh, finally giving up flashing Spencer the all too familiar 'you win' look. Usually a victorious grin stretches across his face, but not this time. Those times are over.

"Did you see anybody with her?" You're not entirely surprised that Spencer isn't writing any of this down, that stupid eidetic memory. You're fooling yourself if you think he forgot what happened, Spencer never forgets anything. Ever.

"Every detail matters."

You genuinely try to remember if anybody was with Nina, and while you didn't see anyone you remember shortly after she left the diner there was this horrible screeching sound. "After Nina left I heard what sounded like tires screeching on the street. Never saw a car though."

"Thank you Miss Y/L/N, is there anything else you can remember about that night? Anything that sticks out?" After a few moments of quiet contemplation, you shake your head.

"Am I free to go?" You ask quietly and Spencer shakes his head.

"Unfortunately we're going to have to keep you in protective custody. We'll move you to a more comfortable room, but you'll need to stay in the precinct."

"But why? I'm not a drug addict-"

"You are exactly this killers type, and we don't know if looking a certain way is more important or if being a drug addict is when it comes to him choosing his victims." Spencer explains simply, his mouth moving a mile a minute as he stands. When he turns his eyes back on you, you realize he's waiting for you to follow him. You stand and follow him out of the cold interrogation room to a comfier waiting room. It has a table and chairs, vending machine and a big plush couch.

"You can stay in here, we'll let you know when it's safe to go home." Spencer says, and this is when you finally catch the crack in his façade. His eyes flicker away from yours, trying to disguise the waver in his voice, the desperation to vacate the room as quickly as he can. But now that you've seen him break, even a little, you're going to crack him wide open. You won't let it go that easily.

"Spencer?" Your voice is soft, with an innocent drawl that Spencer can't resist. He turns his head to look at you, swallowing thickly when his eyes meet yours.

"You do remember me don't you? Once upon a time we were in love." You see the rest of his coworkers trying and failing to look like they're not listening. But it's not like you care if they do, Spencer will though but luckily his back is to the door. After a few moments of tense silence, he finally speaks.

"Of course." It's not the answer you were hoping for but it's an admission, which is more then you were getting earlier.

"Do you miss me Spencer? Miss me in bed next to you?"

"W-Well I-"

"Do you miss when I used to cook your favorite dinner every night when you came over? Do you miss how I loved you unconditionally?" Your voice was steadily growing more hostile, and you knew there were tears building in your eyes. This has all been building up for so long you know you can't stop it now.

"Y/N-"

"Do you miss being able to fuck me whenever the hell you want? Is that what you miss the most Spencer? You must not miss me that much because when you left I didn't even get a fucking call! You didn't even say goodbye, you just left!" You were yelling now, with tears streaming down your face. Spencer had slyly shut the door by now, he knew this was going to happen the second he saw you. He wished he could help you understand why he had to leave the way he did. He was trying to protect you, and he still firmly believes he's protecting you. Look what happened to Haley, what happened to Maeve. Spencer loved Maeve and he lost her like Hotch lost Haley, and Spencer can't lose you. Not you. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to you.

"Please try to understand-" You never even let him get close to finishing his thought.

"Understand what? Leaving me? You said you loved me! How could you love me and then leave me alone? While I was pregnant!" Your hands flew to your mouth, you honestly never planned on telling him that. Spencer's eyebrows rose high in the air, and you can tell you just knocked the wind out of him. Spencer's hand reached back for the door handle, "pregnant?"

"Spencer I'm sorry I didn't mean to tell you that way." You tried to explain, and despite the fact that he'd abandoned you, you were dead terrified of him leaving again now that he was stood in front of you.

"Do I have a child you never told me about?" His voice is shaky, afraid. Now you can see all his coworkers heavily invested in your conversation.

"N-No, I...I got rid of it." You said softly, watching the mix of emotions swirl across his face. When his trembling palm curls around the door handle you launch forward to grab at his arm.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave. Not again-" But he's pulling his arm free from yours and turning out of the room, nearly slamming the door behind him.

//

Spencer ignored the questions, he ignored the looks. His legs gave out somewhere near one of the couches. He stared ahead numbly, trying to make sense of what you'd just told him. Trying to somehow wrap his head around the terror of you being pregnant and then the grief of the lost possibility all at the same time. By now, JJ and Rossi had shooed everyone away from Spencer. Which he was immensely grateful for, the only thing he wanted now was to be alone. Completely and entirely alone.

Pregnant.

The word kept replaying like a scratched record, screeching in his ears every time he closed his eyes. Spencer pressed the balls of his palms into his eyes when he heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching him. Whoever it was, he already wished they would go away.

"Damn Kid, I didn't expect you to date such a spitfire." Derek joked as he sat down, doing what he can to ease the tension. Spencer didn't even bother looking up at him, his head stubbornly lowered and his gaze locked on the ground. Derek racked his brain for something adequate to say, but what was there to say? How could Derek find a way to make this right? Spencer just found out you were pregnant with his child and that you'd got an abortion all in the same 10 seconds. It was a lot to process.

"You gotta talk to her Spence." Derek's voice was less humorous this time. Spencer wrung his hands nervously, his eyes finally lifting to meet Derek's. A sharp shake of his head and a flash of the tears in his eyes and Spencer stands, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. Time to get back to work. Someone has to talk to you, Derek can't stand of someone crying by themselves like that.

"It's not really my place-" JJ tried to argue as Derek stood in front of her.

"Someone needs to talk to her, and Spencer isn't going to." Derek said, rubbing a hand down his face as his eyes flickered back to Spencer. Who was currently throwing himself headfirst into the geographic profile of the killer they're looking for, because maybe if he works hard enough the rest of the entire world will just disappear. Maybe if Spencer keeps working and does nothing else you'll just vanish from that room and he won't have to deal with this. It's not that Spencer wants you to go away, the opposite actually but there isn't room in his life for you anymore. It's not safe. Spencer would rather be alone for the rest of his life then put you in danger because he's lonely and misses you.

"Alright, fine. But only for Spence." JJ says, jabbing a finger in Derek's direction before reluctantly heading towards the room you're in. She glances back at Spencer, who has become consumed by the map in front of him. JJ can always tell when something is bothering him, he has physical giveaways. The way his shoulders are rigid as he scribbles something on the whiteboard, the furrow in his brow that lets her know that while he's working on something, his mind is elsewhere. The tremble in his palm from trying so hard to hold everything back, everything he doesn't want anyone else to see. To someone that doesn't know Spencer, he looks perfectly composed, his attention and focus completely on his work. JJ knows him well enough to know that his mind, and heart are sitting tattered in this waiting room on the couch next to you.

JJ creaks the door open, flashing you a smile that makes you absolutely hate her guts. Spencer probably has some puppy love crush on her, she's beautiful. Long blonde hair, slender body, stunning smile. Everything you're not.

"Hi I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ." The way she's looking at you lets you know that she came in here to try and understand. You're not in the mood to talk to her or anybody else in this stupid building except for Spencer. You want to hate him so bad but you can't. You can't because of how much you fucking love him. The bastard.

"Look I know you're probably not all that excited to talk to me-"

"I want Spencer." You snap, and by the look on her face you can tell she isn't surprised that you said that. JJ chewed on the inside of her cheek, how does she say that Spencer doesn't actually want to talk to you?

"Dr. Reid is needed elsewhere right now, but I'm willing to talk if you need to."

"You don't have to lie Agent Jareau. I know he doesn't want to see me, he's doing that thing where he pretends to work on something while secretly obsessing over something else." You say casually, and the fact that you can pick Spencer apart so easily is somewhat off-putting to JJ. But that could be her unrequited crush on him shining through, deep down JJ doesn't like that some other woman knows Spencer better then she does. While you'd love to sit here and wallow in your misery, a much worse idea strikes you then. If you can't talk to Spencer why not fuck with the woman who's clearly in love with him.

"And the little twitch in his fingers, the slight clench in his jaw. See that? He keeps rolling his shoulders back," while everything you were saying isn't a lie- it's guaranteed to annoy her. JJ stayed quiet, she hated that she didn't know what the goddamn twitch in his fingers meant.

"He's tense, but there's more. He can't stand still, keeps shifting from foot to foot. It's driving you crazy that you don't know why he's doing that." You laugh as her annoyed eyes flash to yours for a second before settling on Spencer again.

"You're a profiler, you can't figure it out? That doesn't surprise me, you've probably never considered the fact that Spencer has an unusually high sex drive." Your words completely stun her, and JJ's cheeks flush profusely.

"It means he's horny." You say casually, leaning back against the couch. You love the blush on her cheeks, and the fact that she's clearly biting her tongue to avoid saying something rude. You love that you got under her skin, and yes you're aware that you're a bad person. Now that you've said it, JJ can't get it out of her damn head. Spencer is horny. Spencer isn't a virgin. The thought of Spencer having sex makes JJ feel a sick turning in her gut. She was happy believing Spencer was a virgin, believing that nobody has gotten to experience that side of him yet. Happy to believe that he was untouched, but apparently that was not the case. Now that the illusion has been shattered, JJ feels as though the jagged pieces of it are cutting into her, and she knows you enjoy watching her bleed.

"Trust me, I know just what to do to relieve the tension, I know how to get him off quick. Do you?" You smile as you let your eyes shamelessly drag down his slender frame.

"You're only saying this because you want to control the conversation, and you hate that I see him everyday. That I can talk to him whenever I want, about whatever I want. You wouldn't lash out if you didn't feel intimidated." JJ says calmly, rendering you just as speechless as she was moments ago. The pain that was sent stabbing into your heart caused you to recoil back from JJ, trying to hide your misty eyes from hers. You can't let her know that she's winning.

"Look, we can both get nasty all we want but that's not why I'm here. I just want to help." JJ says sincerely, but you still don't budge. JJ taps her fingers against the wood of the table, thinking about leverage she can use to get you to talk to her.

"Spencer fell in love again." JJ says finally, and this time you turn your gaze up to look at her. You push your emotions down, no matter how much it hurts to hear her say that. Who is she? Are they still together?

"If you want to know more about her, then I suggest you talk to me. An answer for an answer, fair?" You can see her trying to bait you, and damn her because it's working.

"Fine." You grumble, leaning back fully against the couch. Your eyes catch Spencer's for a second when he turns to face the table, presumably looking for a map you remember being on the right side. You point to the right side of the table and Spencer looks nothing but annoyed when he follows your direction and finds what he's looking for. He hates that he functions better as a person when you're around.

"What's the deal with you and Spence?" JJ asks, and there is a lot to unpack with that question.

"Gonna have to be more specific." You say with a shrug, your eyes hesitantly meeting hers.

"How long were you two together?"

"2 years 8 months." You answer without pausing, causing her eyebrows to raise. JJ didn't expect you to remember down to the month, it's been years since you and Spencer were together. That's not a short fling like JJ originally thought, that's a substantial amount of time.

"What's her name?" You ask, desperate to get information on this mystery woman who has stolen Spencer from you.

"Her name was Maeve." Was. You don't miss how she says was instead of is.

"Why do you hate Spencer?" JJ looked like she cared, but you know it's not you she cares about. She's in here to try and protect Spencer in some way, she's acting like you're the villain.

"I don't hate him. He abandoned me. Just packed up and left, no note, no goodbye. Haven't heard from him since." You snap, hating the amount of emotion that was in your voice. JJ's eyebrows furrow, that's just so unlike Spencer. He's not cruel, he's never been cruel but that...is cruel. You see a look flash across her face.

"Sweet boy isn't as sweet as he seems." You say softly, folding your arms over your chest.

"He must have had a good reason." JJ insists, her eyes landing on Spencer's back as he continues to map out the hunting grounds of the killer. You know he's just wasting time to avoid coming back in here. Spencer is a certifiable super genius, he finished mapping it out a while ago. He's just pretending he hasn't finished yet.

"Spence still with her? Maeve." Her name felt like poison on your tongue, and JJ slowly shook her head.

"She died in front of him, really tore him up." Your heart cracks a little bit at her words, you can't imagine how hard that must have been for him. You see JJ open her mouth to ask something else when the door opens, and a man with darker skin pokes his head in.

"JJ? Reid found him, we gotta go." As soon as he arrived, he's gone with JJ hot on his heels. She sends you a smile before she rushes out of the room, and you see Spencer following her path out. They're going to arrest a murderer who has an arsenal of weapons at his disposal.

"Spencer! Y-You can't go, it's not safe!" You blurt from the doorway, and he pauses. His eyes find yours as he holsters his pistol, an unreadable expression on his face.

"It's my job." And that's all he says before he disappears out of the precinct, leaving you once again.

//

You couldn't quell the anxiety turning in your gut, you're not sure how to exist while Spencer is out there hunting a murderer. You wished that you could turn off the part of your brain that's still so damn attached to him, but no matter how hard you try you can't silence your heart as it calls for him. You're not sure you could survive the constant fear of losing him if you ever ended up with him again, this life is too much for you to take. Maybe he knew that all those years ago when he left you the first time, Spencer always could see right through you. Maybe he left because he knew staying would only lead you to live a life of constant fear, maybe he was trying to protect you. Either way the reasons don't matter anymore because he left, and nothing can change how badly that hurt you.

"Does it normally take this long?" You ask a passing officer, who in turn shrugs before continuing on his path. You feel like you're going to explode or vomit, or both. It's been over 2 hours, should it be taking this long? What if he got shot? What if he's dead right now and you're sitting here with your damn thumb up your ass worrying about him like a useless housewife? Feeling useless, that's what you hate the absolute most. Knowing there's nothing you can do to stop a bullet on it's trajectory to his heart.

"Spence, are you sure you're okay?" You hear a flurry of voices and when his name graces JJ's lips you're pushing out of the room. Your eyes find him instantly, and then travel to his palm which is pressed tightly to his neck. His bleeding neck. You feel your heart rate spike, hammering like the hooves of wild horses as you move without thinking about it. Before you even understand that you've moved, you're stood in front of him. Your eyes try to scan his neck for wounds but his palm covers the location the blood is coming from.

"C'mere." You grab his wrist and yank him back towards where you saw a first aid kit earlier. Luckily your 2 and a half years of nursing school taught you how to stitch a wound and perform basic first aid. Spencer offers no resistance as you yank him to a back corner of the precinct, pushing him to sit down. You grab the first aid kit, slowly prying his hand from his neck. Your eyes mist at the wound, it's a bullet wound. Looks old though, there's scarred tissue. This had to have happened a few weeks ago at least. You see the thin line of the scar, the middle section seems to have opened up again.

"You didn't wait long enough for this to heal." You scold gently, not missing how his eyes watch you with an intensity smoldering in them. You miss the way he used to look at you, the way he's looking at you right now. You miss being the center of his whole world, you scoff. Look how easy it was for him to walk away from you. You threat a needle to stitch the center of his wound shut again, and when you look for numbing cream you discover that there isn't any.

"Spence, there isn't any- I can't find the numbing..." Your voice trails off as you begin to yank things out of the first aid kit to search for the numbing cream. Spencer's hand catches your wrist and it's only just now that you realize you're trembling.

"It's okay. I'll be fine." He settles back against the chair he's sitting in, turning his head to reveal his neck to you. You hesitate, the Spencer you remember had a very low pain threshold. All of a sudden he's expecting you to stitch him up with no numbing agent?

"Y/N, I can handle it." Spencer says again, his voice firmer than before. You swallow a lump in your throat before reaching forward to begin stitching. You press the needle against his neck, eyeing him to gauge his reaction as you puncture his skin to make the first thread. To your surprise he hardly flinches, a small quirk in his lip is the only giveaway that he's in pain. Is this the same man that got squirmy getting a shot? That would shy away from the needle? Now he's sitting here letting you stitch him up without moving a muscle, without even flinching? The more time you spend with him the more proof you get that this isn't the same Spencer that left you all those years ago.

"How did it happen?" You ask, wondering how he could have survived a gunshot to the neck. He shifts uncomfortably.

"Got shot, two inches away from hitting my jugular." Spencer says it so casually, but you're so stunned that you halt your movements for a moment.

"How many times have you been shot?" You ask, your voice hoarse. Is him getting shot a common occurrence?

"Twice. Also got shot in the leg." The casual way Spencer talks about it almost convinces you it isn't a big deal. But it is. It's a bullet ripping through his body, and it's happened to him on two separate occasions. You finish stitching and bandaging him up, your hands moving away from him as soon as you can.

"Thank God you went to nursing school or I'd be six feet under." He jokes. You know he's kidding but still, the thought of it makes you feel lightheaded.

"Don't say stuff like that." You snap softly, and you know Spencer can see the fear and vulnerability in your eyes. You hesitantly steal a glance up at him once he's stood up only to find he's already looking at you. You shy away from his intrusive gaze, and you could practically feel him probing at your mind. Reading your thoughts as if they were written down for him. You hate that he can always tell what you're thinking, you hate that it was so easy for him to read you. Like a damn book. You have to fight the urge to reach out and grab his hand, it's what you always did when you felt lost or unsure. Spencer was always there to ground you and bring your mind back out of your thoughts.

"Miss Y/L/N?" You hear JJ's voice gently interrupt you two. You shoot away from Spencer as though you were doing something scandalous. He doesn't move an inch.

"Yes!" You blurt a little too loudly, suddenly flustered being so close to him. Why does your sharp tongue always leave you when you need it?

"You're clear to go home."

"I can take her." Spencer speaks up before JJ has a chance to offer, and she knew he would. You swallow a nervous lump in your throat, your palms shaking.

//

The SUV has dark tint, you weren't expecting that. The second you sat back in the plush leather seat your mind flew to lewd thoughts of you leaning over the center console, Spencer's hand in your hair as he helps you take his cock in your mouth. You steal one glance at Spencer, his right hand holding the steering wheel loosely. Your cheeks heat up as you glance down between his legs, get ahold of yourself.

"The address is-"

"I remember." You knew he would. That damn eidetic memory ensured that he never forgot anything. It broke your heart a little, because some naïve part of you was hoping he remembered because it meant something to him. You hoped he remembered the way to your house because he didn't want to forget, because forgetting it meant forgetting you. But you know the reality, you know that he remembers because he has no choice but to remember. His memory is too good to allow him to forget anything, even if it was something he wanted to forget. You're grasping at straws and you know you are, holding onto that foolish notion that Spencer still held onto the memories. That he still held onto the gifts you gave him, crying softly in the night like you did sometimes.

"JJ told me about Maeve." You say softly into the silence, and you saw Spencer swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye. "I'm so sorry you lost her Spence."

"Thank you." He honestly wasn't expecting you to say that, to acknowledge the pain. Because acknowledging the pain meant that you knew he loved her. He did love her. But it was a different love then the love he feels for you. It was special, but so are you. You're special too.

"Have you...dated anyone else?" Spencer can't help but ask as he subconsciously continues the drive to your house. A drive he's committed to his memory, a drive he never wants to forget. You shift to look at him, there were a few you dated. You know when you tell Spencer about them that it'll drive him crazy.

"Tony Anderson." You say and just like you thought, Spencer groans deeply. Spencer detests Tony, they were practically mortal enemies when he still lived in Las Vegas.

"Tony? Seriously?" His tone is incredulous as his grasp on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly.

"He was a good fuck at least." You know you shouldn't wind him up, but he hurt you for Christ's sakes. He deserves a little bit of pain too. Spencer flinches, a look of anger and something else simmering in his eyes.

"Please tell me you didn't have sex with Tony."

"Why does it matter?" You shouldn't enjoy upsetting people as much as you do. But there's still a small part of you that's convinced that Spencer deserves this.

"Because I can't live with the fact that somebody else has gotten to feel that perfect cunt of yours, let alone Tony." His crude words take you by surprise, and you can't fight the gasp that escapes your mouth.

"Well before you start digging your grave, relax. I never had sex with Tony." You decide to put him out of his misery, and you see the relief physically flood his body. You lean against the window, the next admission from you will leave the air heavier in it's wake.

"I've never slept with anyone but you Spence." You realize it's been a long time since you've seen Spencer let alone had sex with him but you could never bring yourself to sleep with someone else. It's not as though the opportunity never presented itself, you had plenty of chances to have sex with someone else. But you couldn't because there's still a stubborn part of you that doesn't want to betray Spencer.

"Really? Why?" Apparently this revelation surprised him.

"Because no matter where you go I will always belong to you." You snap without thinking, blinking tears from your eyes as you avoid his gaze. Spencer fell silent then, and you know he feels guilty. Probably because he's slept with someone else in the time since he's been with you.

"I know you have and it's fine I'm not trying to-"

"I haven't." Spencer corrects instantly, his eyes meeting yours through the darkness of the SUV. If he could see you he would see the look of utter surprise on your face. It's not as though Spencer was an overly sexually ambitious person when you dated, but you figured he probably slept with at least one person. "I haven't slept with anybody else either."

"I know someone that wants to though." You grumble without thinking, your mind drifting to JJ and the obvious crush she thinks isn't obvious. Spencer tilts his head in a way that resembles a confused puppy, you resist the urge to ruffle his hair.

"Who?"

"Agent Jareau." As soon as the name slips past the threshold of your lips, Spencer's jerks the wheel in surprise. You see a dark blush color his cheeks as his other hand reaches up to steady the wheel.

"J-Jennifer? No way! She's my best friend." You nearly laugh at his flustered state, and normally you would push it a little further but you decide to let it go. You don't want to completely destroy the way he sees her, you know you already destroyed the way she sees him.

"You have no idea what a catch you are Spencer." You tell him as you unbuckle your seatbelt, getting ready to exit the SUV. Spencer reaches over and places a warm hand on your wrist to stop you from leaving, his eyes searching yours for an answer he isn't sure you have.

"Come in?" You ask hopefully, you're not ready for him to leave again. Damnit why did he have to turn up again after so long? You were just starting to think that maybe you could move on and find someone new. You were finally starting to feel okay, and then Spencer reappears and turns your entire world upsidown all over again. Deep down you know that nobody will ever compare to Spencer Reid, and you don't want them to. You don't want anyone to be like Spencer, you want him to be his entirely own person. It's what you love the most about him, is his ability to be himself no matter where he is or who he's with. All of his little quirks, the things about himself that he doesn't notice but you do.

"Yeah." His answer comes across as an exhalation of breath, and you try to hide how excited you are. You want to hold on to any moment you can, stolen moments that you take as you please with no regret whatsoever.

"Nothing has changed." Spencer muses once you unlock the front door and push inside the darkened living room. You blush, admittedly nothing about your small townhouse has changed. It's all basically the exact same as when Spencer saw it last. You rub a hand down your arm as Spencer's eyes go wandering. Trailing over the curtains he remembers hastily pulling closed to protect your decency on more than a few occasions. His gaze then travels to the couch, all those movie nights you two spent curled up together. Or when he got you into Star Trek and you couldn't stop watching it. Pain stabs his chest for a moment, it's hard to remember everything he had to let go of to get the job he has now.

"I miss you too, you know." Spencer says off-handedly. It takes you by surprise, the sureness in his tone is jarring. He sounds so comfortable admitting when he's vulnerable, it's never been easy for you to be vulnerable with him. Maybe that's part of the reason he left, maybe you drove him away by shutting him out. His eyes meet yours, a look so soft in his eyes it feels as though his gaze is caressing your skin. You bite your bottom lip to keep the emotions at bay, what is it about this man that makes you so emotional?

"I never said I missed you." You try to snap, to add an edge to your tone. But instead it came out watery and broken, and in turn Spencer reached up to swipe away a falling tear.

"But you do." You can't even deny it, it's obvious.

"Damn you Spencer Reid, I was finally starting to feel okay again." You cry softly, curling your arms towards your chest in an attempt to shrink away from him. He cups your cheeks in his palms, turning your face up towards him.

"I wasn't." He admits before his lips are on yours, and it's not frenzied and desperate like you've been picturing all these years. It's slow and calculated, soft and passionate. Firm but with a tenderness that makes your knees buckle from the gravity of it. Spencer's fingers card into your hair, pulling your head closer to his. He nips at your lower lip, his arms crushing you against his chest. You throw yourself into him, your arms holding him as tightly as you possibly can. Afraid that if your vise grip loosens, even for a second, that he'll slip through your fingers like trying to hold onto water. You almost don't want to let your eyes close, you don't want him to disappear again.

"I missed you, I miss you-" You gasp against his lips, grabbing fistfuls of his dress shirt. Spencer continues to move his lips languidly against yours, backing you against the wall. His hand ghosts down your side to the hem of your shirt, his fingers toying with it.

"O-Off." You beg, and in an instant Spencer is pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes land on your bare chest, shocked that he almost forgot that you never really wear a bra. His hands curl around your back, drawing your chest up into his awaiting lips. His mouth curls around your hardened nipple, your hand flying into his hair from the contact.

"Is this a dream? Please tell me you're really here Spencer." You beg, almost becoming lost in the emotions again. His eyes flutter up to meet yours, his mouth reluctantly leaving your nipple. He brushes his lips over yours, his hand trailing down your stomach towards the waistband of your leggings.

"This is real, I'm here baby. I'm home." Hearing those words was too much, and you launch yourself into his chest as the first tear trickles down your cheek. Your lips press sloppily to his, the kiss messy and wet as his hand slides into your leggings. His fingers find your wet slit in an instant, desperately parting your lips to slide a lithe finger into you. Your body reacts to him instantly, in a way that surprises you. Almost as though it too was crying out for him, keening into him and begging for his touch as much as your mind is. Spencer hauls one of your thighs up to hook around his waist as he presses another finger into you. You cry out softly into the quiet air, accompanied only by the labored breathing fanning across your face.

"I need to feel you, I- I need-" You can barely get the words out as he steadily pumps his fingers into you. His mouth on yours silences your desperate pleading, his chest firmly pressing your back into the wall. You missed being able to feel him and you hate that you forgot what it feels like to have his body on yours. It's been so long you forgot what the sting of his cock feels like. What it feels like when you stretch wide open around him, to feel like you're being ripped in two. Spencer continues his pace, his thumb rolling your clit to provide the extra stimulation you're missing. It's not enough to satisfy you, but its enough for you two cum. Which you do. You gush around his fingers as you gently come undone, your back arching into him.

"Please," You beg wantonly, curling your other leg around his waist as his hands hook underneath your thighs. Spencer's lips press against yours, moving slowly against your own. You know now that you will never stop loving Spencer, and that he's completely ruined you for life. You'll never be able to love anybody else without your heart wandering back to him. But then again, you don't really mind because you don't want to be with anybody else. You don't want to love anybody else. You just want him, only him. He pushes into your room, walking the entirety of the way with his eyes closed and his mouth pressed against yours. He has the layout of your house mapped out in his head? He never even bumped into anything until he was dropping you unceremoniously on the bed.

"Tell me what you need, I'll give you whatever you want." Spencer husks against you, hovering above you. Your fingers are already unbuttoning his shirt before you even have the chance to respond to him. You know instantly what you want, what you need from him.

"I want all of you, give me everything." You plead, your lips practically chasing his as he kneels up over you. He's being soft tonight, and that's something you appreciate greatly. You need to feel his love, you need to feel everything you know he can't quite put into words. His hands are shaking as he undoes the button and zipper of his dress slacks before kicking them off the edge of the bed. You stare up at his naked body, looking as though it's been sculpted by the Gods specifically for you. Spencer smiles softly at you as he pulls your leggings down your legs, leaving little nips and kisses on your inner thighs as he goes.

"Hurry." You groan, nearly clawing at his bare shoulders to pull him back up to you. Spencer chuckles at how eager you are, watching with interested eyes as the head of his cock breaches your folds. You reluctantly stretch open as he continues his intrusion, his fists curling tightly around the sheets. Christ you weren't lying about not sleeping with anyone else, you're so tight it's making him feel a little lightheaded. Inch by inch Spencer presses into you, his forehead resting against yours once his pelvis is sitting flush against yours. Sure, you've had sex with hi before but never have you felt this connected to him. Spencer sits like a gentleman and lets you adjust to his size, trying to take a few deep breaths himself. It's hard to breathe with your heat sucking him in with a vice grip.

"Can I move?" You're surprised by how collected his voice is, but the furrow of his brow is a giveaway that he's losing the battle to stay stock still inside you.

"Yes, please." You moan, unashamed. Spencer gently draws his hips back, pulling himself nearly all the way out before swiftly sliding back into your inviting cunt. He sets the pace slow and deep, his hands reaching up to lace through yours. Every time the head of his cock nudges that spot deep inside you, you can feel your toes curl. Your head slams back against the pillows, unable to keep your gaze on him any longer. You feel yourself becoming one with him, and you wish you could capture this moment somewhere other then just in your minds eye. Your memory is nowhere near as good as Spencer's, he'll be able to recall every detail of this moment up until the day he dies. But over time, this memory will fade for you. It'll wear out, all the details becoming fuzzy and blurred. If he's not here in front of you, you'll forget and you don't want to forget.

When the night draws to a close, and the moon has reached its peak, Spencer slips carefully out of bed. It chisels away pieces of his heart as he carefully gets dressed, reaching for his go bag which he'd brought inside upon realizing that he'd be staying a while. He pulls out a t-shirt he'd worn recently and leaves it folded neatly at the end of your bed, something for you to hold onto when he's gone. Spencer's cheeks are wet with tears as he leans over and presses a kiss to your head.

"I love you." Is the last thing he whispers in the space between you two before he's gone again.

//

On the jet, Derek can't keep his eyes off Spencer and that helplessly broken look on his face. A book is laid nestled in Spencer's lap, but Derek can tell he isn't really reading it. Trying to bother Spencer into opening up probably won't work, but it's worth a try. Derek has to do something and this is all he can think of.

"You okay kid?"

"Yeah fine, why?" Spencer draws his eyes up from the book, his gaze meeting Derek's from across the table. While Spencer might be a talented actor, he can't lie to Derek.

"Look I know how hard it must have been leaving her again-"

"Did you know that on average the FDA allows a minimum of 1 rodent hair per 100 grams of peanut butter? They have to allow themselves room for error just in case of-"

"Alright you win, forget it." Derek sighs, turning his gaze out the window. In an instant Spencer drops his peanut butter spiel, turning back to his book. A guaranteed way to get people off his back is to start rambling about something boring or gross, they usually leave him alone pretty quickly. It's not that Spencer doesn't appreciate Derek's concern, he just doesn't want to talk about it. He can't talk about it, because every time he imagines how you're going to feel when you wake up, tears come to the surface of his eyes. He hates this case more than all the rest even though they saved the victim. Spencer hates this case for ripping open an old wound, one he thought healed.

He was wrong.

//

When you wake the next morning you knew he'd be gone. That didn't stop the tears from coming when you reached over and felt cold sheets. That didn't stop the tears from coming when you cried how much you loved him over and over again even though he couldn't hear you. It doesn't change how badly this hurts, how much worse it feels compared to the first time he left. Your eyes catch the shirt folded at the end of the bed and you grab it instantly. You pull it over your body and you lay down in your bed, inhaling his cologne that you know will fade over time. Eventually his scent will disappear, removing all traces that this fabric belonged to him at all. Every trace of him will disappear over time, every mark from your body will slowly vanish. When it's all gone, you'll be left with nothing more than a t-shirt that's too big for you, and a cold reminder that the man you love will never truly be yours. A reminder that every time he comes home, he leaves again.

A cold reminder that this world is cruel for bringing you Spencer Reid, only to rip him from you again and again.

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Illicit Affairs - Chapter 13

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Series Summary: After being stranded together on a deserted planet, Captain Rex is forced to confront his own feelings for a Jedi General - is it just simply attraction or something more? Caught between duty and desire, they both must decide what’s most important to them. Rex’s responsibility to his brothers and to the Republic, or her and a life he never thought of for himself. And her faith in the Jedi order, which seems to crumble more as the war rages on Chapter Rating: E

Chapter Summary: Finally back on Coruscant after an undercover mission tracking Crimson Dawn, Talia is reunited with Rex only to be reminded of the costs of war.

Warnings: ANGST. light smut. Canon Character death (season 6 tcw spoilers), grief, vaginal fingering, PTSD nightmares, guilt, lots of talk about death.

A/N: I'm sorry, but y'all knew it was coming. @galacticgraffiti thanks for beta'ing and sorry for making you sad. but your dividers are so cute I had to use them along with @djarrex 's!! We're getting into the thick of it y'all, I also think I'm going to keep my posting days to Sunday from now on. Thanks for all the love and support, any comments or reblogs are so SO appreciated!

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19 BBY – Coruscant

         Talia was exhausted, to put it mildly. She had just been on a bantha chase in the Mid Rim trying to find whatever she could on Crimson Dawn. She had to go undercover in the club on Antium, and bar undercover work usually meant she had to deal with some of the worst of the galaxy’s men - the owner, Maro Silanis, being one of them. After digging through his office, she found Maro had ties to Crimson Dawn and had to travel halfway across the galaxy as she traced the next lead. And what she found only created more questions and increased her unease. She found that their recent upsurge in activity was due to their allegiance with the Shadow Collective. The Council’s last information about Maul was that he was interrogated by Dooku, information Talia came upon in her own capture, but their renewed strength meant he must have escaped. A threat like Maul on the loose was not a comfort to any of the Council members, but he was impossible to track. And with the war getting worse, the Council couldn’t spare her to track him down anymore.

         She was only on Coruscant for a short leave while her ship refilled and supplies were restocked – she had been off the grid for a few days in this mission but did catch that the 501st was planetside, so she sent Rex a message with her arrival time. As she stepped off the Venator into the massive docking central for the GAR, she caught his familiar figure leaning against a wall, reading a datapad. He lifted his head to face her, his expression unreadable beneath his helmet, but everything about how he stood showed her was tired. He was slouching, slow to move. Not doing his normal check over his shoulder at her approach to make sure no one could see them. He tilted his head to the side, signaling for Talia to follow him. She smirked, a dull excitement creeping into her; it had been almost two weeks since the battle at Vakarus, and she had spent all the time since she had last seen him craving the comfort of his arms.

         Making sure she wasn’t being followed, Talia stepped into the small corridor where Rex had already taken his helmet off. Talia’s steps faltered at the sight of him; he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Dark circles rung under his eyes, the lines etched on his face a bit deeper, and for a moment she was reminded of the accelerated aging all the clones had. She hadn’t noticed when he changed from the fresh-faced young man who teased her at a party on Naboo; even though it was only 2 years since they met, the years had almost carved a different man. Her pause at his appearance brushed over, a big smile stretched on her face as she flung her arms around his neck and jumped into his embrace. Rex’s arms wrapped around her waist tightly, as if he needed to believe she really was there.

         “I’m sorry I’ve been out of contact,” Talia started, still burrowed against him. “Things were a bit dicey for a couple days, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

         “Talia-“

         “And I’m not going to be on Coruscant for long, only two days,” Talia continued rapidly. She pushed back from his chest, not fully paying attention to him as she rattled off her updates, “then we’re being sent out again, probably to the Outer Rim-“

         “Talia,” Rex said her name softly, but firmly enough to call her attention again. Her ramblings stopped as she scanned his eyes, only now seeing the pain etched there.

         “What happened?” She asked, fear clenching in her gut as her mind went through all the worst scenarios.

         “I still don’t really understand,” Rex shook his head, his voice cracking in the slightest bit. He swallowed, steadying himself and looked down at her, his hand now brushing up and down her back. “Tup got…sick on Ringo Vinda. Then died a few days later.”

         Talia’s stomach dropped. Tup? Sweet Tup? “Oh Rex, I’m so sorry.” Her hands rested on his neck, just above the neckline of his undersuit, her thumbs tracing circles against his skin. As Rex took a deep breath, clenched his jaw and stared to the side, she knew that wasn’t the only bad news. “What else?”

         Rex’s eyes fluttered shut, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled, just for his eyes to reopen on his exhale as he fixed Talia with a pained glance, “Fives is dead.”

         Her heart clenched, a tightness filling her chest that she wasn’t sure she was able to breathe anymore. She gaped at him, ready to yell at him; this must be the set up for some stupid joke. Fives was probably hiding behind some crate right now, having made a bet on what her reaction would be. But Rex was a terrible liar, and his face didn’t falter, he just kept staring at Talia and she saw the truth of his words echoed in his eyes.

         “What happened?” Talia asked again, her words barely a whisper off her tongue. Rex ran a hand over his head and launched into the story. She couldn’t make sense of it; something winding about Tup killing Master Tiplar, going off to Kamino and dying, then Fives attempting to kill the Chancellor, just to be shot by Commander Fox. But his explanation was garbled to her ears, the only image in her head was that grin Fives would make after telling a particularly bad joke, the wink he would give when he was being snarky or getting under her skin, his laugh ringing in her ears.

         And the Rex in front of her was one so torn and defeated. As he recounted the past few days, Talia could tell it was fragmented, like he was either leaving something out or that he was still in shock and didn’t realize he was skipping over parts. His eyes flicked back to her face, and he paused, reaching a hand out to wipe away the tears that had been staining her cheeks. He tugged her into his chest as Talia choked out, sputtering tears into the plastoid chest plate. How strange it was that the last time she had cried, her tears had been for the man now holding her while she now mourned her previous comforter.

         “I’m sorry,” Rex said, his voice thick. “I know you were close.”

         Talia pushed herself up, guilt seeding in her at Rex comforting her when it was him who’d had to bury another brother. She patted her hands on his shoulders, steadying her expression as she looked up at him, “I’m just glad you’re ok.”

         Rex’s head dipped down, his forehead meeting hers as he breathed slowly. Talia inhaled, taking in the scent of him, a musky mix of spice and the faintest traces of caf mingling with GAR rationed soap. His hands splayed flat on her back, pressing her into him as they stood, tears still trailing down her cheeks.

         Talia tilted her head to the side, looking up at Rex with a small, forced smile, “Zahara messaged me; she’s out of town and offered me her place to stay if I wanted a break from the Temple. I was thinking tomorrow night if you wanted to-?”

         “That sounds amazing,” Rex sighed. Lifting his hands to meet hers where they rested, he lifted them off his shoulders and lowered them in front of him, his calloused hands tracing over the lines of her palms, bring her knuckles to his lips as he left delicate kisses over her skin, his eyes fluttering shut, only to open and stare back into hers.

         “I’ve missed you,” he said deeply, dropping her hands to step closer to her. Talia pressed against his chest as his hands traveled to cup her face, his grip so gentle against her tear dampened skin. “The last time we saw each other-“

         “We don’t need to talk about that right now,” Talia gulped, not wanting to think about how much worse that would have felt now that she’d lost what she once felt was invincible. Rex nodded; his face clouded with unease. His eyes darted to her lips, and he pressed forward, kissing her deeply, his soft lips meeting hers for the first time in far too long. His hands cradled her face, holding her to his. It wasn’t a heated kiss, like so many that had been filled with passion and the goal of leading to something else. It was a reminder of presence, just to feel the other’s lips against their own.

         Dusk settled over Coruscant in a beautiful way, an orange glow lingering over the city and encasing the manufactured planet in a natural light. Zahara’s all white apartment echoed in the glow from the windows, the muted sunset tones settling over the furniture and walls of the apartment as Talia stood in the kitchen, putting her dish in the oven. As she returned her attention to the pot on the stove, the keypad outside the door beeped when Rex let himself into the apartment. There were the telltale sounds of clasps unlatching and plastoid clunking together as Rex undid his armor, just to walk around the corner from the entrance to the kitchen in his undersuit. Just like at the platform, his exhaustion was palpable, but he did seem like some of the weight on his shoulders had been lifted. Talia had hoped that the night away would give him a proper chance to escape from it all. He curved a smile at her as he walked into the kitchen, just for his brows to raise as he watched Talia at the stove.

         “You’re cooking?” Rex asked, not hiding the disbelief in his voice,

         “Why is that such a surprise?” Talia asked in mock offense as she continued to stir the sauce. Rex just smirked at her as he walked behind her, settling his hands on her shoulders and massaging the tension she had been carrying. She lifted the spoon out of the pan, blew on it, and held it up to him. He arched a brow at her but leaned in as she placed it in his mouth, his lips circling around the spoon as he tasted it. He gave a thoughtful hum as Talia removed the spoon, a little bit of the sauce on the side of his mouth.

         “OK, that’s pretty good,” Rex admitted.

         “What can I say, I’m a woman of many skills,” she teased, leaning back to kiss him, making time to lick the little bit of sauce that remained on his lips. Rex groaned into her mouth, his grip on her shoulders tightening.

         “I can think of quite a few things you’re good at,” Rex murmured against her lips, “And something that tastes even better.”

         Talia shuddered at his words, turning her head back to the stove in front of her before she got even more distracted, something that seemed Rex’s intention as his hands slowly traveled down her sides to rest at her hips where his fingers toyed with her waistband.

         “Rex,” Talia started, her breath hitching as his warm, rough hands met the smooth skin of her stomach. His hand dipped lower, underneath her panties where his palm cupped her pussy. “Rex, I’m trying to cook.”

         “Maybe I’m hungry now,” he murmured, nudging his face into the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair before planting a kiss on her temple. His lips lingered on her skin, traveling down to her jaw where his mouthing became more insistent, more needy. As his lips hit the softness of her neck, his fingers started to circle around her clit. Talia’s chest started heaving as whimpers left her mouth, the soft pressure against her sensitive bundle of nerves so tantalizing. Her hips reflexively moved in his grasp, seeking more of whatever he would give her. Her hand was trembling, her fingers loosening and tightening around the handle of the wooden spoon as she still attempted to stir her sauce.

         “I’m gonna burn it,” Talia exhaled, her hand shaking as she tried to hold up the spoon. Rex’s free hand lifted to the burner, turning it off. Just as Talia opened her mouth to halfheartedly protest, Rex inserted a finger into her entrance, making her keen against him.

         “That’s it, pretty girl,” Rex murmured, rumbling and demanding as he fingered her. Talia’s hands gripped the edge of the counter, the only thing keeping her stable as her legs felt weak under her. With his finger inside her, Talia’s clit throbbed, seeking any sort of friction, which Rex readily appeased by swiping his thumb over the nub. As Talia moaned under his hands, Rex pressed against her, his aching cock bulging through his pants and pressing against her ass.

         “Is this ok?” He rasped into her ear, “Can I feel you like this? Make you cum on my fingers?”

         “Fuck y-yes,” Talia whimpered. His thumb circled over her clit faster, his fingers crooking inside her to stroke that oh-so-sensitive spot Rex had mapped out in her body. “You can do anything to me.”

         “Hmm,” Rex hummed, the timber and vibration coming from his chest setting Talia further in her state of need. “I may have to take you up on that, cyar'ika.”

         Talia appreciated many things about Rex, but the way he physically handled her always seemed to set her on another edge. He was so skillful, so precise with everything he did to her, somehow always driving her to pleasure with his mouth or his cock, but Force right now his fingers were the most sacred thing in this Galaxy. He moved them so dexterously, having her seeing stars with just a few swipes against her clit. He nudged her legs further apart with his own, allowing him better access to slip another finger inside her.

         It was pure sin, the delightful way his fingers dragged along her walls, the arousal slickening their path and a near embarrassing squelching sound that followed them. Talia’s knuckles were white as they clenched on the edge of the counter, her breath leaving her in rapid gasps as Rex worked her to her peak. His fingers moved with purpose, determined to bring her to her climax in a way no one knew better. His free hand rose to her chest, sneaking into the neckline of her robes to palm at her breast; the image of her standing in the kitchen, one of his hands down her pants, the other on her now partially exposed chest, with her hair astray was too much in her mind. He was committed to her body, in some ways knowing it better than his own. And he knew just what he needed to get her there every time.

         “That it’s it, princess,” Rex crooned into her ear as her moans pitched higher and higher. Talia quirked a smile, ready to try and sass him for the use of her favorite petname, when his pace increased. Talia gasped out his name, riding his hand as his fingers pumped in and out of her. The hand on her chest tweaked her nipple, the sensory overload of his calloused skin against her allowing heat to wash over her as he ordered, “Come for me.”

         If he had not been holding her upright, Talia probably would have collapsed over the counter; her legs trembling and her chest heaving, she released the edge of the counter with hands now sore from how tight they had been clenching. Rex’s lips were pressing kisses to the exposed skin on her neck, his fingers pulling out of her once her walls stopped pulsing around them. As Talia still caught her breath, he lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

         “You know,” Talia started, panting her words as she rotated in his grasp so she could face him. His eyes were dark, his pupils almost completely covering up the amber, and a tented bulge in his pants from his hardness. Talia grinned and ran her hand up his chest, outlining the defined muscles through his undersuit. Rex’s eyes fluttered as her hand dipped rubbing over his cock as it hardened in his pants. “I bought some fancy new underwear to surprise you with, but you couldn’t be patient enough for it.”

         “Oh really?” Rex asked, his eyes darting to her chest, her robes now in disarray thanks to his wandering hand, and she giggled at the gleam in his eye as he caught the black lace peeking out. Rex’s eyes darted back to her face at her chuckle, his eyebrow raising and a smirk curving on his lips as he stepped toward her, crowding her into the counter once more, “Guess I’ll have to save room for some dessert.”

         His lips pressed into hers, kissing her with a renewed hunger. Talia groaned as his bulge pressed into her still sensitive core, her hands grabbing the fabric of his shirt and clenching it beneath her fingers. She smiled against him, pulling back to tease him, “You’re in a mood today.”

         “I just…missed you,” Rex exhaled, and the playfulness was missing from his tone. Talia’s smile fell and she pulled back a bit more; Rex still wore the smirk on his face, but a more tired haze had overtaken his eyes. As soon as he realized, he tried to shake off the exhaustion, but Talia cupped his face between her hands, her thumb circling over the faint scar on his chin and stepped on her toes to peck him on his lips.

         “Let me take care of you tonight,” Talia insisted. Rex’s hands covered hers, his head bending just so his forehead could rest against hers. His breathing was slow, but deep, his body rigid and tense, as if building a dam to keep whatever emotions were running through his head inside. Talia frowned, about to try and get him to talk about what was troubling him, when the oven’s alarm sounded.

         “’Smells good,” Rex stated, lifting his head up and stepping back, separating his body from hers.

         “It’s just chicken,” Talia answered, her voice small as Rex turned away from her. He reached into the cabinets, searching for plates and grabbing them down. It was Talia’s turn to shake it out now, straightening herself up and grabbing oven mitts before pulling the tray out. She knew Rex was hurting, hell, she was too, but she also knew Rex wasn’t one to be forward about how Fives’ death was impacting him. As much as she hated it, she needed to wait for Rex to broach the subject in his own time.

         The air was thick, blaster smoke and the natural fog that lingered on Umbara’s surface clouded Rex’s vision as he stepped over a branch, his blasters pointed ahead of him as he scanned the area. It was damn near impossible to see, and the longer he walked, the more the darkness encroached around him. The sounds of his brothers’ footsteps following him had long disappeared; their comms disconnected as they hunted. Every once in a while, he heard that low laugh and the sound of a lightsaber carving through flesh as a brother screamed, only for it to fall silent when Rex came close enough to find it.

         The dense jungle sprawled around him, with its strange plant life the only source of light. Rex’s hairs prickled the back of his neck, as every sound was amplified; the sounds of blasters echoing, the strange birds flying overhead, the distant booms of the battles covering the surface of the darkened world. He made his way to a clearing, the trees thinning out just to make room for the bodies littered on the ground. Rex stepped over clones donned in blue, clones donned in yellow; some of their helmets were off and he could recognize them. Waxer. Hardcase. Hevy. Echo. Tup. And Fives.

         A twig snapped and he rounded, his blasters in the air again. His heart pounded so loud in his chest he wondered if it would give away his position, just as he saw the looming figure of Krell through the fog, his lightsabers wielded.

         “You really thought you could stop me, clone?” Krell’s voice boomed from behind Rex. His head snapped around out of instinct, and when he turned back to where the figure had been it disappeared. Cursing, Rex pointed his blasters in both directions, trying to cover the perimeter as much as possible.

         “…thought you could save them?” the voice continued, a mocking laugh its punctuation. Rex’s skin was prickling, the feeling of being watched too much to ignore.

         “But you couldn’t; you can’t save any of them.” Krell boasted, even in the distorted space Rex could feel like he was getting closer, about to strike. And Rex would be ready for him. This time, he would finish it.

         “All you’re meant for…is death,” the voice finished, booming laughter surrounding Rex. He gritted his teeth, scanning the tree line for any sign of movement. Footsteps sounded behind him, and Rex turned, his finger already on the trigger.

         He had just enough time to see the fear in Talia’s eyes before his shots hit her.

         Rex bolted upright in bed, a cool layer of sweat covering his body. His chest tight, his breath labored as the darkness in the room collapsed around him, the image from his dream still imprinted in his mind. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees so he could bend over, his head in his hands as he tried to steady his breathing.  His fists clenched as he listened to the sounds of speeders flying outside, using them to tether his thoughts back to the present. He dreamed too often of Umbara, particularly in the months right after the campaign; sometimes he could still see the darkened world when he closed his eyes. They were all just like how this started, the hunt for Krell, the bodies in the clearing. But this time…

         Sighing he lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder; Talia lay behind him, her back facing him as the rise and fall of her chest showed she was unharmed. Her hair draped around her head, the sheets gathered around her waist as light from the windows cascaded over her bare back, creating an almost silvery glow over her skin as she rested, still deeply asleep and blissfully unaware of Rex’s state next to her. Rex found himself torn between having a need to wrap his arms around her and seek comfort the warmth of her body could provide, yet held back by an unrealistic fear that even the simplest touch could harm her.

         It’s not like Talia had never seen him after a bad dream; they came too often after long battles. But this was one he could never completely explain to her. So, he pushed himself off the bed, creating as much space between them as he could.

         Staying in Zahara’s apartment offered a comfort that differed from nights spent at the hotel; it was pristine, but had something of a worn in feeling, like a home. Talia had mentioned to Rex that Zahara came from a wealthy family, who technically owned the place but let her live there while she worked in the Senate. Rex helped himself to a glass of water from the kitchen, but as he stood there leaning against the counter, his eyes tracked to the door that led to the master bedroom of the apartment, a doorway he had seen Fives in the last time he had spent the night at this apartment. His lips almost twitched at the memory of Fives’ smug grin as he caught Rex and Talia leaving the apartment together, but a jolt in his gut kept him in reality.

         Rex found his way to the small balcony of the apartment, suddenly in need of fresh air. His hands held against the guardrail as the city sprawled in front of him, the cold night breeze raising goosebumps on his skin as he only wore a long pair of pants to bed. Coruscant never rested; it was past any reasonable hour for a soul to be up but still speeders raced by, with the occasional horn or particularly loud music blaring hitting Rex’s ears. As nice as the apartment was, he didn’t think he could live on Coruscant after the war ended, at least not for a long time anyway. For being the center of politics in the Galaxy, Rex couldn’t help but notice how out of touch the people who lived here were. Outside of the politicians, he sometimes wondered if some of the citizens even spared more than a passing thought about the war going on. Sure, there were the refugees pouring in daily, the extra security from the Clone Army on the planet, but their lives seemed to go on uninterrupted. The wealthy residents lived in their silver towers while his brothers died. Fighting for the Republic might be without personal reward, at least to the ignorant wealth. But Rex knew he, and the GAR, were doing good. They were saving worlds from harsh occupations, helping people in need. They were doing the right thing…right?

         Rex shook his head out, as much as he didn’t like the attitude, this was what he fought for. He knew it was a thankless job, the one he was dealt with, but he would do his duty to keep the Republic safe, no matter the cost. Rex wasn’t a shiny anymore, heck, there probably wasn’t a clean spot left on his armor now, but sometimes he felt the longer this war went on, the less he knew. While he didn’t pretend to keep up with the hypocrisies of the politics involved, Rex trusted the Jedi to lead them through this. He was sure that for anyone else, Krell might have soured their disposition on the Jedi as a whole, but Rex had seen enough from General Skywalker, Kenobi, Talia and many of the other Jedi he’d worked with to believe they were still the best hope for this galaxy. Because one day this war would end, and while he didn’t know what that would bring, he had to fight for the Republic to find out.

         “Babe?” Rex’s head turned back at Talia’s groggy voice; she stood in the doorway, wrapped in a small robe that clung to her curves, her necklace shining under the reflection of the city lights, a worried look on her tired face. It was one of those moments where she caught him unawares, just how much he was enraptured by her. How he could stare at her for hours, until her face was perfectly ingrained in his memory. But as he looked at her now, he could still see the version of her in his dream that was terrified of him.

         “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Rex asked as she stepped towards him. For all he did to try and keep his tone light, he couldn’t hide the weariness in his voice.  She shook her head as she stood next to him, her eyes tracked to his face.

         “What’s wrong?” Talia asked, placing her hand on his where it rested on the handrail.

         “It’s nothing,” Rex answered, forcing a smile as he picked her hand up, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss on her knuckles.

         “You’re a terrible liar, you know that right?” Talia frowned, her brows scrunching and crinkling her forehead. “Is it Fives? You really haven’t talked about…what happened.”

         “There’s nothing to talk about,” Rex said a bit more gruffly than he intended. A mixed truth and lie lay in his words. Because…what else could be said? He had told her the facts, at least the official story. About the chips in their brains, how Tup’s had gone bad, and when Fives removed his, it had caused him to go mad as well. He couldn’t go into further detail, she had already been so upset when he told her. Rex couldn’t tell her how he had barely recognized the man on that platform, how Fives was so far gone that he was a mere shadow of the ARC Trooper Rex had found on the Rishi Moon. In his place was a rambling, delusional and terrified man, the one so convinced of a ludicrous plot that he died for that belief. The image of Fives pleading to him with wide, bloodshot eyes would never leave his memory. That, and the way his body lay in death, so eerily calm, as if he was finally able to rest. No, Rex couldn’t recount that with Talia.

         Rex’s head turned away from her, only to be caught by the palm of her hand and turned back to face her. Her lips were pursed in a frown as she scanned his eyes, as if the secret to his worries were buried there. “Is it these…chips?”

         Rex sighed but didn’t say a word in response. Talia hadn’t heard Fives’ conspiracy theory about these chips, only the information they were given by the Kaminoans that the chips were placed in all the clones to prevent them from being aggressive. How if the clones didn’t have them, they would turn out like Fives or Tup. Rex didn’t know what to believe, and it was why he had filed a report into the incident, even though Cody basically told him it was pointless. Maybe he would one day share Fives’ theory with her, that these chips could somehow be used to control the clone army, but Rex knew it would only come out just as scattered and nonsensical if he voiced it now. Was this chip inside his head the only thing keeping him from being violent? Would he turn on the Jedi like Tup did if the chip was gone?

         Fives’ last words echoed in his head, about the mission...the nightmares.  And his dream from that night. Talia had been with them on so many missions before Ringo Vinda, what if this had happened when she was working with the 501st? What if it had been her, and not Master Tiplar on the receiving end of Tup’s shot?

         “Rex, talk to me,” Talia pleaded, pulling Rex from his thoughts, the palm on his face so soft, so smooth. A renewed guilt sunk into Rex’s gut as he looked into her wide eyes, dark circles underneath them from her own lack of sleep that he was now contributing too.

         “It was a dream, that’s all,” Rex offered in explanation. Talia’s eyes narrowed at him; if he were in a better mood, he would have chuckled at her ability to see right through him. Instead, her eyes pierced him, that cool gaze seemingly probing her way into his mind. After holding his stare, her expression softened, still filled with concern as she tried to talk to him.

         “Rex, I know you,” she started with an exhale. “You’re not a violent man; you can be tough when you need to be, and maybe a bit reckless at times-”

         Rex couldn’t hold back the quirk of his lips this time as Talia’s eyes flashed with her little jab.

         “But the things that make you you aren’t anything the Kaminoans created, or some chip in your brain adjusting your behavior,” Talia insisted firmly, her thumb stroking circles on his cheek. “You are Rex, and there’s no one else like you.”

         “What did I do to deserve you?” was all Rex could think of for a reply. Tension still seeped into his bones but that familiar warmth was now spreading from his chest, his stomach fluttering as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling Talia into an embrace.

         “Well, you did save my life a few times, that caught my attention,” Talia teased as she burrowed into him, her lips grazing his neck.

         “And you’ve had my back just as many times,” Rex smirked, brushing his hand up and down her back.

         “I knew I liked you…that first night on Naboo I could tell something was different about you,” Talia started, lifting her head up to look back into his eyes. “I didn’t know what, but I knew you would be important to me, somehow.”

         “That was the night I fell for you,” Rex admitted. Talia’s eyes gleamed and in the darkness he could see the faintest tint of her cheeks flushing.

         “Was it the dress?” Talia grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck.

         “That helped,” Rex answered, his lips twitching. But he shook his head, then continued, an awe filling his voice as he recounted the night. “When you fought Ventress, it was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. The way you moved, your determination, your skill. And before that, the way your smile made me forget I was supposed to be on duty…well, I didn’t know why I couldn’t get you out of my head after that mission.

         “And I mean it, that sometimes I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you. This war takes a lot out of me and with you by my side you give me something else to fight for, something that I know I believe in. I never thought I would have a chance at what we have…and I love you.”

         The words rolled off his tongue like he had said them a million times before, and in a way he had. Only once verbally, but in his mind it was there. Every time he went to the hangar to watch her ship leave, when he would grab her a caf in the early hours before a briefing, or the few times that he tucked her into the sheets because she had fallen asleep in the middle of reading a report. They were easy to say, but Rex was sure his heart flipped in his chest as soon as he admitted it, watching Talia’s face as she kept her gaze locked on him. For a moment he felt like he could go on rambling, telling her how beautiful she was, just repeating how much she meant to him, but he was a soldier, not a poet, so he knew no words could put justice to what he felt.

         Her pale eyes welled, the blue almost completely faded into the grey in the darkness of the night, somehow shining brighter than normal as Talia smiled. She pressed herself up against him, meeting his lips in a kiss. She clung to him until he held her tighter, pressing as much of his body into hers as he could. At times when they had to be separate, either if they were on a battlefield and couldn’t spend as much time together, or more recently when she was sent away, Rex could practically feel her plush lips against his, the soft of her skin under his rough hands, how her small frame pressed against the hardness of his. There were many lonely nights in his tent or adrift in space where those memories helped him drift off to easier sleeps than he had been granted before.

         When Talia pulled back for air, her eyes glinted as her lips parted. She shut them quickly, toying with her bottom lip. Rex’s hand continued to brush up and down her back, his fingers gliding over the silky fabric of her robe.

         “I-“ Talia started, her voice hesitant as a flush creeped back into her cheeks. She pulled her hands away from Rex, just to bring them to her own neck, toying with the necklace dangling there. She unclasped the chain and glanced at it in her palm, a thoughtful expression on her face as she continued, “I want you to have this.”

         “But… you said it was your mother’s? Talia, I can-t” Rex insisted, reaching his hand to hers to close her palm around it but Talia shook her head.

         “It was, but I hardly knew the woman,” Talia answered, pressing the necklace more firmly into Rex’s hand. He relented, opening his hand to examine it in more detail; Talia always wore it but he’d never asked about it much, assuming she didn’t want to talk about her family. His fingers ran over the raised bumps of its pattern, the pendant was similar to a coin, and roughly shaped at the edges, with a circular pattern of dots and lines engraved. “She gave it to me because it was a symbol passed down in her family; it meant that no matter where I went, I would never be alone, and I would be protected.

         “I want you to have it, because I- I can’t help but feel like something’s coming,” Talia said, sighing deeply. “This war has already taken so much; I’ve lost so many people I care about. And it’s not much, but I want you to know that no matter where you are in the galaxy, I’ll be with you. Because I’m yours, and I always will be.”

         Rex’s hand closed around the silver chain, feeling the smoothness against his skin. A lump had settled in his throat as he glanced back at her expectant face. He bent down, kissing her on the forehead, then broke his silence, “I’ve never gotten a gift before.”

         Talia meekly smiled, but Rex couldn’t miss the flicker of sadness in her face. She straightened it out to form into that more sly grin he recognized, “Well, I just take any chance I get to see you blush.”

         “I don’t blush,” Rex huffed, but smirked down at her. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the faintest glimpse of the sun on the horizon, another morning approaching. A pit settled in his stomach as he said softly, “You’re being sent out again today aren’t you?”

         Talia frowned, but nodded, “Outer Rim. Turia. The reports say it’s pretty rough out there.”

         Rex pressed Talia back into his chest, which she burrowed into, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her necklace was still clenched in his palm, his chin resting atop her head. “Stay in contact if you can.”

         He felt her nod against him, her cheek pressed against her chest. He would guide them back into the bedroom in a few minutes, helping her get as much sleep as she could. But for now, they could take a few moments in the pre-dawn glow beginning to haze over the city.

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[usagis-tsukinos]

All I Wanted

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Pairing: Gabriel x F!Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Warnings: Mentions of Character Death, Angst

Words: 1,297

“You want some candy?” The four of them all stood in the late Professor’s office, Dean stuffing his face with whatever goodies he could find while Sam gently interrogated the cute janitor in coveralls. Politely declining but keeping a sweet smile, she shook her head no as they walked around to uh, ’check for wiring’. She found that no matter where she looked or what area of the room she was in, the Janitor’s eyes were always on her.

As the week went on, and the death’s became more and more unusual, and Sam and Dean were at each other’s throats, she couldn’t help but actually enjoy the Janitor’s company as he tried to help out as a witness whenever something weird happened at the school. He seemed nice enough. He was always around to give her access to any rooms that normally, they’d never have access to. Even as electricians. One could say they developed a small friendship.

“Well, if you’re watching this, I’m dead.” Gabriel’s face stared back at the trio hovered over Sam’s laptop on the side of the highway. Elysian Falls Motel had been destroyed, along with a handful of Pagan Gods thanks to Lucifer. The Archangel on the computer screen had decided to attempt to reason with the Devil, and in the end it cost him his life. The only girl out of three stood in the middle, watching as the imaginary woman on the screen caressed her favorite Archangel.

Eventually, the truth always comes out. In this case, it was the fucking janitor behind this. Seriously? Walking through the auditorium doors with Sam, she held onto her stake, making sure to stay close enough so that there were no issues. Well, that is until Mr. Trickster decided he was going to give them bears with chainsaws and lingerie models with super strength. I guess it could be worse, though.

“Oh, please! Stop sobbing! It’s embarrassing for all of us.” Gabriel’s voice could be heard as Sam and Dean stood almost in disgust at the faux porno, while she attempted to laugh it off and fight back the tears. As Gabriel explained his way through the video, with it eventually ending with an uncomfortable (for those watching) makeout session, the boys closed the laptop before eventually the trio split into their respective cars: Dean and Sam in the Impala, her in her own.

Watching a close friend die a thousand times over was never fun, especially when you couldn’t stop it. Originally, Sam had thought it was just him, but as the gentleman across the way suddenly decided he wanted strawberry syrup instead of Maple… she chased after the younger Winchester, keeping close to make sure he wasn’t actually going to hurt a civilian. Maybe it was just a glitch? It couldn’t be that big of a deal-

She said nothing as the Trickster’s face finally morphed into the one she’d known before. Sam wasn’t so gentle with his interrogation this time, pressing the stake into his neck enough to warn before she could do anything to stop him. Except once again, his eyes were always on her before the day started all over again.

As she closed the door and turned on the engine, she watched Sam and Dean drive off before letting out a primal scream. It was one of those throaty screams, the ones that hurt after too long and you’re gasping for air. Putting the car in drive she followed the guys out, slamming on her steering wheel as music blared loudly and the tears began to fall.

“ Fuck! ” Was all she could say, speeding to catch up with the guys as the memories flooded back.

As Sam and Dean were stuck in TV Land, she found herself on the receiving end of stolen kisses and slow dances.

“Is this some part you want me to play?” She asked as he softly dipped her while music quietly played in the background.

“For now, your role is much more important than you think.” He smiled down at her.

“And what would that be?”

“You’ll see. I don’t want to give too much away before those two numb nuts come to save the day.” The Trickster stole another kiss and this time, she accepted it without question.

Furiously pushing at the radio, she finally found something that truly captured everything she was feeling at this moment.

‘Think of me while you’re out, while you’re out there…’ Hayley Williams softly sang. ‘I’ll beg you nice from my knees…’ She didn’t even know if this was another trick. She could hope, she could pray. Was she really never going to see him again?

Somewhere between learning her harm(ful) crush was an Archangel, and his death at Elysian Fields… Gabriel and her found themselves together a lot more than they originally were. He’d visit her when the boys were out, bringing her gourmet breakfasts in bed and taking her on dates the nights the boys would go out to bars and not come home until the early hours of dawn. She’d hold onto him as he’d quickly fly them to wherever she’d possibly want to go. His arm would wrap itself around her waist and they’d be physically closer than they ever were. Sometimes, they even shared a bed.

But don’t tell the Winchesters that.

Back in yet another hotel, with another shitty bed and bad TV, she paced endlessly. The song in the car was still playing on her mind as she resisted every urge to break something. ‘I think I’ll pace my apartment a few times, and fall asleep on the couch.’ She found herself slowly waking around 3 am, the TV still on as she must’ve fallen asleep from crying too hard.

‘Wake up early to black and white reruns? That escaped from my mouth.’

Why did everything have to end this way? Why couldn’t she get just a little bit longer with him? Of course she blamed herself. The second Lucifer arrived in the meeting room and Gabriel decided to play the hero, she should’ve stepped in. She should’ve shielded him , if it meant making sure he’d always be safe and sound. But— she’d stop to think. They weren’t together , it’s not like they- it’s not like they were in love or anything like that!

They’d just have fun! Go out on dates, steal a few kisses, make love a few couples times a day , but they were never a couple . Not really. At least, they both always said no if anyone asked. Even when he popped in unexpectedly, taking away their voices, she felt this swelling in her heart at just being able to see him; and that was more than enough.

More than him attempting to seduce Kali, despite the idea hurt her heart more than anything. Or watching him try to sacrifice himself to his older brother. Or even knowing he was dead, because she would always have hope whether he was truly dead or not, that he’d come back to her. She’d make sure to try and pray every day, hoping he’d hear her.

“Do you ever want something you can’t have?” Gabriel asked against her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her middle as she got comfy underneath the thin blankets. Their bodies were flushed from their strenuous activities and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk to the shower.

“Always.” She answered, moving the hair from his face. “What about you?”

“Same.”

“What do you wish for?”

He just gave her that Cheshire Cat grin, “It’s a secret.”

“Oh!” She laughed, gently slapping his arm. “Then I won’t tell you mine.”

But they both knew. It just wasn’t the time or the place, and it never would be.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

What's Up, Tiger Mommy?: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Ms. Tran is taking this like a fucking boss, but of course, Kevin is being a little bitch about the pain. Tattoos aren't meant for everyone, but if you want to ensure their safety around demons, this is what they have to do. Kevin is a whimpering mess, so his mom reaches her hand out to him so that he can hold it, and like any son would, he grabs it.

You admire their relationship and wish your mom was here. You wish you could be this way with Joanna and your twins in the future.

"You smell it, Sammy?" Dean grins.

"Burning flesh?"

"Revenge. So close. Hey, how'd you do that reverse-exorcism thing?"

"I just said the verse backwards," he shrugs.

Kevin squeals in pain, and you motion for the brothers to follow you outside so you're not overheard by other people.

"So, as you both know by now, I can hear thoughts. Not sure how or why, but I can."

"Yeah, that much we got," Dean nods.

"Since it's still so new, I'm not sure how to control it. That means I'll be hearing thoughts left and right whether I want to or not. I do apologize if I hear something you don't want me to hear."

"Not even our thoughts are safe from her," Sam jokes.

"When were they ever?" Dean laughs.

"However, the more I use this power, the more I will get control of it. So, please bear with me," you chuckle.

"Anything for you," Dean says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

By the time Kevin and his mother were done, it was almost the evening. You were back on the road in no time, and Kevin took you to the place where he hid the word of God. It shocked you that he would hide it in a fucking locker at a fucking bus station.

"This is where you hid the Word of God?" you ask with a dead-pan voice.

"What?"

"Just wait here. We'll make sure the area is clean."

Kevin and his mother wait on a bench while you and the brothers split up to make sure this place isn't crawling with demons. After about twenty minutes of searching, you head back to Kevin and his mother knowing that this place is clean.

"So, the place is clean, as far as I can tell," Sam says.

"Yeah, I didn't see any demons around," you agree.

Kevin hands Dean the key to the locker when he gives him the okay to do so.

"Alright. Positive thoughts."

Dean walks to the locker Kevin pointed out and opens it, frowning when he sees a diaper bag inside.

"You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?"

"No."

Dean searches through the diaper bag, but nothing is there. Someone took it, and you have to find them quickly or else this could fall into the wrong hands.

"What now?" Kevin asks.

You pass Joanna to her father who is happy to see her, but you go find the person in charge of security. After a brief conversation with the supervisor, you take him over to the locker so he can inspect the area.

"We've been having nothing but trouble with these lockers. They got broken into damn near every day for a while. We could never figure out who it was till yesterday."

"So, you know who did it?" you ask.

"Sure. It was Clem Smedley, a guy who worked the desk before me."

"Please tell me he's down at County right now," Dean begs.

"Yep, waiting for arraignment."

"Thank you."

Looks like you're going to the county jail to talk to Clem. You don't want to bring Zeus or Joanna with you, so you had Ms. Tran and Kevin waited outside with them while you did your thing. As soon as you flash your faux badges to the officers, they take you to the back where Clem is inside an interrogation room.

Dean is too anxious to sit, so you and Sam are sitting at the table while Dean slowly paces behind you.

"I should have known they'd plant a LoJack in one of the bags. Sharp guy, that Jerry. He'll be a fine replacement for me," Clem chuckles.

"Clem, in one of those lockers was a tablet. Do you know where it is?" you ask.

"Can I even acknowledge that without my lawyer here?"

"Uh, look, I'm sure we can work out a little something-something with the locals if you just cooperate," Sam says.

"What kind of something-something?"

You look over at Dean to see his eyes gloss over. He's having another flashback of Purgatory, and you know exactly the moment he's thinking about. You remember it as if it happened yesterday.

You have caught another vampire who might know where Castiel is, but all you can think about is your upset stomach. It's been about a month since you and Dean had your passionate night of hot sex, but you have to keep all thoughts of that out of your mind because you don't know what you'll do if you became pregnant in Purgatory.

The only indication you have that you might be pregnant is the fact that you're throwing up at the sametime every day. Other than that, you're just fine. However, for right now, you can't think about that and focus on finding Castiel.

Dean and Benny trapped a vampire against a tree, pinning him there with chains and other kinds of means to pin him to the tree. They've been tormenting him for an hour now while you sit back and watch.

"I don't think he knows, man," Benny says.

"Oh, he knows," Dean says, leaning over the monster. "Where's the angel?"

"There's a stream," the monster sighs.

"Go on."

"It runs through a clearing not far from here. I'll show you."

Dean holds up the tip of his knife against the monster's throat, right underneath his chin.

"How about you just tell me?"

"It's three days' journey. Follow the stream. There's a clearing. You'll find your angel there."

Dean looks behind him at you and Benny. You have a worried look on your face, but Benny gives him a look of approval.

"You know what, Mutt? I believe you."

Dean pushes his knife into the monster's skull from under his chin, watching as the knife slides into his mouth. The monster chokes and gargles on his own blood before hunching over and dying.

It took forever to find Castiel, but this reminds you and Dean how impossible the monster was being. Clem is being impossible about this, and Dean has no patience for this. He removes his tie from his neck with a look of murder in his eyes.

"So, here's what I'm thinking--full immunity from all charges both past, present, and future."

Dean walks behind Clem with his tie wrapped around his hand, and he wraps the tie around his neck, pulling him to his feet. Dean shoves Clem to the wall and produces a knife, pushing it up to his throat.

"Dean, come on," Sam sighs.

"Dean!" you say and get up from the table.

"You feel that? How about you just tell me?" Dean glares.

"Dean, let him go," you say and walk over to your husband.

"Pawn shop, First and Main," Clem says, clearly afraid of your husband.

"Dean?" you ask and place a hand on his shoulder.

He seems to snap out of whatever he was in, removing the tie and the knife. He clears his throat and heads to the door without so much as a look to you.

"Sorry about that," you say and go to follow him, but pause at the door. "Thank you."

The pawn shop is dead when you get there which is a good thing because this might get ugly. Pawn shop owners are usually not very friendly, so you know someone (Dean) will resort to violence if he doesn't give up the information you're looking for. The pawn shop owner must be rich because there is a nice cherry red Ferrari outside. You don't think much of it and head inside with everyone including Joanna. You decided to leave Zeus in the car since you don't be here for long anyway.

You're not sure what you're going to do when the twins come because it's very cramped with six people in the Impala. Joanna has her big girl car seat, Kevin and Ms. Tran were in the back with her, and you and the brothers were up front. If you have any more kids or plan to transport people, you'll have to get a new car.

Dean isn't going to be too happy about that, but you'll cross that bridge when the time comes.

"Hello, sir. Agents Robin, Neil, and Sixx, FBI." Sam holds up his badge. "Uh, we're looking for a tablet about yeah-big and it has some hieroglyphic shit on it. It was sold to you by a thief named Clem. Ring a bell?"

"Nope," the clerk says.

You know he's fucking lying based on his facial expressions.

"Hey, Lyle," Dean says after looking at his nametag, "I've had a really, really bad day today, so I'm not in the mood to dilly dally. If you want to do this the rough way, I am happy to oblige."

"Sure. We can do it that way, if you want to get famous," Lyle says and points to the multiple cameras in the store.

"Is that your car outside?" Ms. Tran says.

"What's it to you, mail-order?"

"Hey!" you and Dean yell at him for the way he spoke to her.

"I got it," she says, not bothered by it. "I noticed you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade, and I'm guessing that means you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?"

"None of your business."

"Kevin, what's the average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?"

"$217,000," he answers immediately.

"And the 5% Wyoming tax?"

"$10,850," Sam answers.

You and Dean look at him like he's crazy. There is no way you could do that math in your head that quickly. Man, you really need to get Sam laid.

"$10,000. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big."

"W-what is this, an FBI audit?" Lyle says, getting nervous.

"No, but my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So what's it going to be--the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?"

You smirk and exchange glances with Dean who is also impressed. Lyle has no other choice than to give the information up, handing over a slip of paper to the person who paid for it and where he was staying. You didn't even have to resort to your magic to get what you want.

Go Ms. Tran.

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Hi hi! Congratulations!! 🎊

Could I please request a fic with Eren or Levi and could they have some yandere tendencies? Like they’re too protective, gets jealous easily, would absolutely fuck you until you’re screaming so that the guy who’s been checking you out heard?

NSFW 18+ Let them hear you — Yandere Eren Jeager x Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Sexual content, bdsm, degrading, unprotected sex, oral, non-con, abuse, possessive, toxic relationship, gaslighting, Jean abuse, punishment, violence, etc.

Words: 1.9k

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A/N: Hey love. Thank you so much for the request! I hope it meets what you are looking for. I am only on the third season so I apologize in advance for anything that seems uncanny. Enjoy.

P.S. I am still on break but I am trying to complete some request that have been sitting in my drafts. I miss y’all and will be back before y’all know it. Thank you for all the love and sweet messages.

“Eren, what are you—“

“Shut the hell up, Y/N.” Eren seethed through gritted teeth as he pulls you along. The death grip on your poor arm is making you cry out in pain. This only infuriated him more.

You did nothing wrong. You were eating your lunch with Mikasa when Jean strolled on over. It is not a secret that Jean likes you. Everyone knows that Jean likes anyone with a pulse. You have told the man multiple times that you are not interested — along with Eren — and you have a boyfriend, but it does not stop the man from trying. Especially when Eren is busy.

“Hello Y/N.” Jean greeted with a flirty smile. Your eyes couldn’t help but roll.

“Hello Jean.” You sigh as he sat across you two.

“What’s with the sad face, pretty thing? Eren got you down?” Jean chuckled before taking a bite of his sandwich.

You scoffed. “Me and Eren are doing just fine, thank you very much.”

“Well, your face says otherwise. If you ask me, I’d say you can do better than that douchebag anyways—“ Jean’s spill got interrupted with a hard punch to the side of the head then another one to the nose. Gasp filled the room as eyes landed on who did this to the man. No one was surprised to see it was Eren himself.

Eren grabs Jean by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up to meet his height. Eren’s natural blue eyes were filled with rage. “You son of a bitch. Why the fuck are you flirting with my girl, Jean? She told you more than once she’s not interested.”

Jean manages to release himself from Eren’s grip, stumbling to keep his balance. This is not the first time these two have had altercations with one another.

“Ha, you don’t see the way she looks at me. Besides,” he pauses to wipe the blood leaking from his nose, “she was totally flirting with me.”

“Bastard!” Eren bellows as he goes to attack again, but the higher ups stop him along with you and Mikasa.

“Eren, stop.” Mikasa and you demand, hanging onto his arms.

“Let go of me! I’m going to make that son of a bitch pay.”

“That’s enough, Jaeger.” Captain Levi scolds. Eren snaps out of his rage to meet the small man’s eyes. “In my office. Now.”

Though Eren is still angry, he still knows when to show respect. Especially when it comes to the higher ups. Everyone in the room knew this.

“Yes, sir.” Eren sighs, still breathing heavy.

“Eren,” You began with sorrow filled irises. Though this is in no way shape or form your fault, you cannot help but feel the guilt within your bones. If only you would have done more than maybe Eren would not be in this situation.

Eren just glared down at your small frame compared to his, clearly not happy with you. It was a look you know all too well and you know you will be in for it later. Your heart pounded against your ribs at the thought.

“We’ll talk later.” Eren hissed before following Captain Levi to his office.

Jean did not mess with you for the rest of the afternoon. Eren was sent to clean up the horse stables while the rest of the team did their chores. Eren made sure to have his eyes on you anytime you were in close proximity. His glare was one you always refused to meet with your own two eyes. It made you feel small. Just like how Eren wanted.

Your anxiety has been through the roof all day. No one can blame you, though. Eren is a loose cannon on a good day. So, your super barely being touched was noticed, but not discussed amongst your peers.

Strong hands touched your shoulders. You jumped out of reflex. Looking up, you see your boyfriend looking down at you.

“Eren!” You exclaimed with joy and fear. He noticed both emotions.

“Follow me.” Eren orders, patting your shoulder more rough than he should have. You did not even have time to comply as his hand snakes around your bicep and pulls you along.

“Eren, you’re hurting me.” You whine as he pulls you towards the closest bedroom available.

“Eren, what are you—“

“Shut the hell up, Y/N.” Eren seethed through gritted teeth as he pulls you along. The death grip on your poor arm is making you cry out in pain. This only infuriated him more.

Slamming the door open, he ushers you along inside and swiftly closed the door behind him. Your hand wraps around your now warm, pulsating arm. You can feel the heat from Eren’s glare down onto you. You start to tremble.

“Eren, I—“

“I said shut the hell up, Y/N.” Eren growls. He has taught you more than once to respect his orders, but you just cannot seem to listen. You will pay for that sooner than later.

Eren leans against the door, arms crossed as he heavily sighs. “What were you doing with Jean earlier today?” He finally asked. You turned to face him.

“N-Nothing!” You stammered. You know this made you sound guilty, but you are actually innocent. Just Eren knows how to intimidate you and when you’re in this position, your nerves take over.

Eren scornfully chuckled. “Please, do you really think I’m that dumb, Y/N?”

“I’m telling the truth, Eren! You know I don’t like Jean.” You spat. Your blood is boiling at this point. This accusation has been thrown at you more than once in your relationship and quite honestly, it’s getting tiring.

“Watch it.” Eren warned. You know you are not supposed to raise your voice towards him. He has corrected that behavior more than once and will do it again if necessary.

“Why was he sitting with you at lunch?” Eren interrogates after he notices you lose some confidence to yell at him.

You let out a deep sigh. “He just showed up. You know how Jean is.”

“And you didn’t stop him?”

“What was I supposed to do?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Tell him to fuck off!” Eren barks.

“And I did!” You argued back.

A small shriek escapes your lips as Eren charges towards you, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pushing you down onto the nearest bunk bed. You struggled to untangle his fingers as they squeeze your throat tightly.

“What did I say about talking back, slut?” Eren growls.

“I-I’m s-sorry, E-Eren.” You managed to get out as you lose circulation to your lungs.

“Oh, you will be. I’m going to make sure this filthy little mouth of yours will not be able to talk for weeks.”

Eren finally let’s go of your throat. You immediately cough. There is not enough oxygen in the room to get to your lungs fast enough it seems. Eren would argue and say you deserve it.

You hear a belt unbuckle along with his pants unzipping. His pants hang low on his hips as he watches you collect air. By the way his boxers are fitting quite snug, you know what is coming.

“On your knees.” Eren demands, pointing towards the creaky wooden floor below. You shook your head no, your eyes pleading. Eren did not respond to that well as he grabbed a hand full of hair and forced you to the ground.

“Do you ever fucking listen? I said on your damn knees.” Eren growls. You did not even have a chance to explain that you are not in the mood because Eren’s length is now being stuffed down your throat. You choked on Eren’s cock as every inch was entering your mouth.

Your nails clawed at Eren’s clothed abdomen. His hand never let up on your hair as he thrust in-and-out of you. You are choking, coughing for air, but Eren refused to show any ounce of mercy. In fact, he found it quite amusing. You should know better than to disrespect your boyfriend.

“Where is all that back talk now, princess? Don’t have shit to say with my cock down your disrespectful ass throat, do ya?” Eren mocks as takes another rapid thrust down your windpipe. Drool covered your chin and Eren’s dick. You can feel his girth stretch out your throat and he loves it. He loves seeing you struggle.

Pre-cum started to leak from his erected member. You are mentally thanking your maker. You needed a break and a gasp for air, but those prayers were answered quicker than expected. Eren pulls out his cock from your sore mouth. You let out pitiful coughs as he stroked himself to the sight of you.

“Strip then get in doggy.” He demands. Not wanting to make this worse for yourself, you do as your told. You are not even sure whose room this is. You just hope they do not walk into see the sinful things you and Eren are doing.

Each article of clothing fall to the floor and you get in the position Eren wants you in. All of your delicate tight holes are displayed for his taking. He walks over and spreads your ass out some more to get a better view. You yelp when a hard slap hits your ass.

Without warning, he brings you closer to him by latching his hands onto your hips and his cock slips into your tight cunt. Your walls do their best to expand to his girth, but no amount of sex with Eren can get you prepared for that. Your pussy takes in inch-by-inch. His stamina and merciless rhythm is forcing you to be accepting of his cock. Your knees shake under the pressure and your hands tightly grip onto the covers below.

A hard slap to your ass exploits the moan you have his behind your lips. “I kept your throat intact for a reason. Use it.” Eren scolds before hitting your ass again. You whimper.

“Eren.” You mewl.

“Yeah, who is making you feel this good?” He teases as he continues his venomous thrust.

“You do.” You sob. Your pussy is beginning to become accustomed to Eren’s erection and he is hitting all the right spots. He always does.

“Can Jean make you feel this good?” He groans, his knees slowly buckling beneath him.

“Never.” You wail. Your weeping cunt confirmed this as well.

“Damn,” he pants, “straight.”

Cum leaked from Eren’s cock deep into your cunt. You let out little moans as you became stuffed with Eren’s seed. Though you did not like he was not using protection, you have no say in the matter. This is for his pleasure and your punishment. You just have to take it like the good little submissive girl he taught you to be.

You milked every single drop of Eren before you were granted permission to put on clothes. Your hands intertwined as he lead you to the door. There stood Jean, Armin, and Conny. They all looked horrified as well as you. Eren’s smug smirk never left his features.

“What the hell are you doing in my room, Eren?” Jean exclaims in furry.

“Handling business,” he wraps his arm around Jean’s shoulder and let’s go of your hand to pat his chest, “By the way, thanks for letting me fuck my girlfriend on your bed.”

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Kaz Brekker x fem! Reader - Dark Grey

A/n: So this was request but I couldn't find who requested it (and it wasn't anonymous!) So whoever did just give me a hey! This is literally the longest fic I have ever written.

Warnings: Blood, gore, death, sad Kaz, language, torture, Parem I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Your a double agent for the dregs

"Come on you little shits, we have a job to do." One of the higher ups of the Dime Lions yells at some men at some tables at the Emerald Palace in the back.

Little birds have told me that people have been raving about this place being extravagant, but it's really just extra dramatic if you ask me. The green of the building is like someone drunk from the Crow Club wandered over here and puked on it and someone just decided the color looked pretty, so they mixed some glitter and red and pow. There you have it.

That may just be me though.

I start to get up with all the others but the man who just yelled, jets hand in front of me, fast like I'm going to run off.

"The boss wants to talk with you about getting you higher status." The man growls obviously not happy about someone who could be possibly taking his spot and he's probably not happy it could be a girl. Well sucks too suck.

I almost nod and have an emotionless face on but I realize that's the real me would do that, have have to be Cozbi and she's a little naive. But she's good enough if Pekka wants to notice her.

I let a smile crawl on my face; "Well I guess your just going to have to tell Mr. Rollins I would be delighted." I say nearly flirting with an accent, but more taunting like as I twirl my tailored unnatural bright red hair (like it's VERY bright) around my finger and I grin like a popular school girl.

"I'm not your messenger." The man scowls.

"But boss wants you up there in five minutes." He snaps and goes off face all red.

I barely even manage keep into place long enough as the men walk out to start their job. As soon as they do I speed off to a bathroom and I write on a piece of paper in a stall.

Giving me higher status, think he's getting suspicions though. Their going on a job tomorrow night to take out the Blacktips. Amush. Pekka also got a stash of Parem. Don't know why. Stay Safe, don't give clues. Frame someone.

-Your favorite person from the barrel

I open the window above my stall and I do a low whistle.

Fweet. Fweet.

A crow comes and lands on the window sill I grin slightly and my (also tailored) e/c eyes touch down on the raven haired bird. I'm reminded of Kaz's raven hair and his dark brown eyes as I hand him the folded note and the bird tilts it's head and takes the note and fly's off.

I flush the toilet and hurry out heading to Pekka's office.

I open the door slowly priding myself for being exactly a minute late, it works really well for who I'm playing. I see Pekka siting in his chair but instead of waiting for me like I thought he would be. Right now though he's reading something with a almost confused look on his face.

Shit.

"Well, well, well Cozbi your finally here." Pekka smiles not a nice smile - though he is a barrel boss.

The door shuts behind me and someone shoves me to the ground and people surround me and hold me in place.

"Or should I say Y/n." And then everything goes black.

_______________Time skip a few hours in a random warehouse (not that you know that)😈😈😈___________________________________

I slowly open my eyes and I look around the place. I'm tied to chair there's no light in the room so it's hard to make out anything but I think the floor is concert but the walls are wood.

Cheap.

"I didn't think you would be up so soon Y/n... Well this is a surprise." Rollins says and then in flash stabs a dagger into my stomach.

My scream fills the air as he pulls the knife out. I make my voice quiver I can still be Cozbi, I can still be Cozbi.

"I-I don't know who Y/n-Y/n is sir-sir." I stutter but my entire body is on fire from being in enough interrogations before. It's telling me to be harsh to not get to the point, but I might be able to get out of here if I play the part.

He takes my jaw and shoves it forward harshly. "We already know who you are L/n. Y/n L/n the dregs notorious double agent that never gets killed or even better caught."

Pekka smiles sadistically.

"I'm going to make sure this story ends in red." He laughs.

He goes to leave but he puts his hand up.

"And make sure she's can't see." His henchmen put a blindfold on me as I hear the door close. I can feel them coming closer and I hear one smack something on the ground that must have been a bat.

"Let's have some fun girly." I tug at my bonds hopelessly and helplessness fills my body.

________TIME SKIP_________________________________________

My screams ring this room for the next week.

Or what I at least think is a week. There's no windows in here so it's hard to tell when time pass's. Pekka doesn't come back again but I know his coming soon because his henchmen have been worse than usual because they want a raise or something.

I gave up thinking Kaz would come. I remember what he told me last time I saw him before I went on this mission.

We won't come for you if you get caught and it's only a matter of time before you do.

I messed up the last mission we were on with the crows, I got Inej hurt and he wasn't happy. So I did this job.

Because maybe then I would get what I deserved.

My hands have knives through them sticking them to the chairs, there's blood all over my face from the daily beatings. My one leg is twisted and broken in ugly places and cuts and bruises litter my body.

I know it's only a matter of time before my body gives out and Pekka finally wins.

The door to my (what feels like) cell opens and there's Pekka and six more henchmen in the room.

Those are new.

They might not be henchmen though I think we're past that at this point, I think their assassins.

Or something like that anyways.

Their hoods are up but I can clearly see that there's two girls and four guys. My vision blurs a little. Maybe death will grant me mercy sooner than I thought.

"Meet my new friends Cozbi." Pekka mocks and jesters towards the cloaked figures.

"Ironic that you choose the name Cozbi. For did you know, it means liar? I thought maybe I should call you that now, liar. It fits perfectly you know?" Pekka spits in my face.

"Anyways..." Pekka drawls on for a bit and I realize the lack of movement in the halls. But before I can question that one of the male hooded figures gives a box to Rollins and he opens the box. Rollins grins like someone just made his day.

Fuck.

He advances on me with a small packet and I stay deadly still.

"Do you know what this is Cozbi." I keep my eyes trained on the packet.

"My name is Y/n."

Pekka laughs and grins evilly.

"You wanted to be Cozbi so you will be called as such." He growls and calls for is henchmen.

Two men come to tip my head back and hold my jaw in place. I try to shake them off by moving my head but it's no use.

"It's Parem." I freeze. No, no, no.

"For grisha you suffer by always wanting it not inculding the rare cases. But for normal humans."

He takes a step forward and he opens the packet and holds it over my mouth.

"It kills you terribly and so, so, so painfully." He crouches down and looks at me.

"Your going to die as Cozbi. Your going to die a liar, and I will make sure all of Ketterdam remembers that."

He gestures towards his henchmen and instead of trying to prier open my mouth like I expect them too.

They go and pull up my hands.

My hands go through the hilts of the blade and it hurts so much I can't do anything but scream.

Pekka shoves the Parem in my mouth.

My body feels like it's withering away and Pekka laughs as I vibrate against my seat. I feel my eyes widen and the only thing going through my head is that Rollins is a foul.

The knives.

And I'm not going out without a fight.

I pull the knives out of the handles of the seat and I scream as the hilt of the blades touch my skin but I quickly cut the bonds around me and I stab one of my knifes into the first henchmen.

I leap towards the other and I barley manage the scrap him before my body hits the floor and I can't move anymore.

Searing pain stabs through my body like multiple knives just stabbing me over and over again I expect Pekka to be the last face I see and I murmur something about the saints but then I see it.

The hooded figures.

It's the Crows.

The henchmen are down on the floor and Pekka is tied up and gagged to the chair. I feel my vision start to blur and the Crows go to check the area.

"We have to get her a healer!" Someone yells. But I'm on my back looking up and I barley even recognize that things are happening around me. It's like I'm watching from a different world but I can't do anything.

"Y/n!" Someone yells and picks me up from my spot on the ground.

"Come on Y/n!" Someone whisper-yells.

I groan as the person starts walking and I let out a rattling breath, that I knew that should concern me but I couldn't care less.

I just wanted it to end.

"Your not dying on me today Y/n."

Kaz, I think it's Kaz.

Everything shifts back into focus, Kaz is running (even with his bad leg) and somehow the searing pain from the parem in my body has started to subside. Noticing the many, many yards of guards running after the crows and some group of them has so, so, so many guns pointed right at Kaz.

Then it happens.

Suddenly I feel above the others, like I have powers that no one has ever had. The universe was bending to my will and I gasp as I'm lifted up into the air by something shadowy, and dark blackness surrounds my legs all the way up to my waist. I don't quiet know what I'm doing but it feels natural, like I knew how too do it all along.

I raise my hands into the air and shadows burst out into the open.

Guards are being cut in half, some are being chocked to death, some look like their getting stabbed multiple times as wounds just show up. Others look like they have a disease as darkness spreads across their bodies. And some just fall to the floor and die silently.

Their dead.

The power, and the need to protect everyone I care about is gone.

I don't even scream.

I hit the ground with a thud and I try to open my mouth as Kaz frantically pulls me into his arms cradling me. No, that couldn't be right though.

He yells for someone but I can't make it out I try to blink, but even that is hard and it's so slow and I can feel Kaz bring me closer too him but I don't really know what's reality anymore.

"Y/n." The voice (although it tries not to show it) lets concern and fear run through the words. I gasp.

"Kaz." I manage to say. He pulls me (somehow) closer as he lifts my face up to look into his.

He says something, but I can't comprehend anything he's saying. The edges of my vision start going black and everything else is going fuzzy.

"You'll live!" Kaz says, trying to reassure me but it sounds like he's trying to reassure himself more.

I place a hand on his and I want to say something, but the words are all mixed up and it feels like concrete is holding my jaw shut. Everything starts slowly turning black and I'm internally screaming in my head;

No! I have to say something! I can't go like this!

It's useless though, because everything slowly fades away the last thing I see is the dark brown of Kaz's concerned eyes.

_______TIME SKIP_____________________________________________

The light bulb of whatever room I'm in flickers off and on as darkens seems to try and cover it. I take a look around to see all the Crows tied up to a chair each, they have gags in their mouths and they look like they have been tortured out of their minds.

I run over to Wylan trying to help him out, but he let's out a muffled scream as I go towards him. I quickly turn to Jesper but he's so still in his seat not even looking at me.

Nina and her confident demeanor is gone, her aura is laced with panic and Matthias is with her on that one.

Inej can't seem to stop shaking, making her presence known to everyone. Then I turn to the last chair and my heart must have stopped.

Kaz's corpse lays, in the chair. Bubbles of darkens, are around his mouth and it looks like it chocked him to death.

Dirtyhands was finally beaten.

Then darkness shoots out of me, and I can't seem to stop it as it kills everyone else.

I sit up and a scream rips through my throat. I breath in heavily trying to get the air into my lungs. Everything in me burns, pain course's through me like a parasite on steroids, but at least time I succeed at muffling my scream.

I hear someone running from another room and the door fly's open. On command darkens shoots out from my hand and starts chocking the person- Holy shit! That's Kaz!

"No!" And it all appears to fade away into the shadows.

Tears start to fill my eyes, what will happen when I'm in a real state of panic? Could my nightmare eventually come true?

I feel the bed dip beside me and despite my hardest efforts, my eyes wander over to Kaz.

He looks like he hasn't slept a day in his life, with the essentially black moons under his eyes. His skin looks chalky white, contrasting his red rimmed eyes that looks like he had been crying just a few minutes ago.

Concern fills my shadowed heart, something must have happened for the Kaz fucking Brekker to be like this. My fears about being a shadow summoner disappear, they do stay at the back of my mind but finding out what's up with the bastard of the barrel is more important.

I carefully place a hand on his cheek. He tense's up a bit before relaxing into the palm of my hand and even leaning into it a bit.

"What happened?"

Kaz looks at me in disbelief. "What happened?" He lets out a chocked laugh that holds a sob in the background.

"You died." My breath hitches in my throat, wait... That can't be right. Can it?

"Matthias had to do chest compression's on you while Nina tried to restart your heart. All because I couldn't fucking do it."

He takes in a breath and rips my hand away from his face.

"Your heart stopped Y/n, we thought you were dead. But they kept going and somehow saved you!" A sob tears through his throat and Kaz Brekker breaks down in front of me. His walls that he has tried so hard to keep strong have had a boulder thrown at it. Smashing it with so much force that he couldn't possibly rebuild it.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. "For all the pain I caused you." I somehow manage to speak as my own tears start to come up.

"Seriously? Your sorry?" Kaz turns to me and grips my shoulders.

"Your the one who died, damn it!"

"Hey I have something to hold over Jesper?" I try to joke and it gets a small, very tiny tried smile out of Kaz.

"And the fact that your a shadow summoner."

"I didn't know." I say quickly and I pull back defensively, Kaz just sighs.

"I know."

He lets his hands run down my arms and his hands make delicate patterns on my skin. Then I remember the parem. Fuck.

"What were the effects of the parem?" If anyone would know, it would be Kaz.

He pause's for a second seemingly in thought before opening his mouth the speak.

"Well your life span was shortened to a normal one." I exhale in relief at that news, I really didn't want to live for centuries.

"But your powers could surpass the Darkling's, and the only reason you don't have the opposite of what you have now is because you pushed it down for so long. The healers somehow purged the parem out of your body before it could make you a mindless addict."

"That better news then I thought I would get." Kaz nods but there's something else lingering in the back of his head.

He thinks I'm going to leave.

I intertwine our hands together, and I turn my head to look him right in the eyes.

"I'm not leaving." I blurt out.

"If I went to the little palace I would get hunted, if I went anywhere else I would get hunted. I might go into hiding for a bit, but I'm not leaving you."

A smile that's even bigger than the last one by some means crawls up on his face.

"Good, because I just got you back."

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