#cali’s nameless challenge

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Details.

For @the-californicationist's “Cali’s Nameless Challenge” writing challenge!

(Remember to leave your guess of who this is about in the comments!)

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words: 560 (pushed it a little SORRY). cw: MDNI!, smut(tish), piv, terms of endearment (including daddy), you/your pronouns, afab!reader

You've heard the recruits talking. They always do when they don't think anyone's listening. They're very judgmental, these kids. Makes you wanna go particularly hard on them during training when you remember the way they gossip.

They're always always talking about others, like school children, disrespecting their commanding officers, talking about their hair (head, facial and otherwise), their habits (smoking, drinking), their personal lives (or what they expect them to be), and, of course, their body types.

Their most recent victim, or, at least, the one you've heard referred to most often, is one you didn't expect. They know better than to mention someone like that, or, at least, you hoped they did.

Sure, he's not very intimidating looking, average height, average weight. His voice doesn't ring out through the halls whenever he's pissed and reaming out some recruit or soldier that serves beneath him.

But that should be more of a reason for them to fear him, not a reason for them to speak about him.

They lack the life/career experience to realize that bigger/louder doesn't always equal scarier.

Soldiers like you, like him, don't get where you are, at your age, without being a scary motherfucker, ready to shoot someone right between their eyes, only to then turn around and go have lunch as if nothing's happened. Especially not here.

But maybe you're biased.

After all, you notice the details about him.

The way his voice coos gently, softly, politely, full of understanding and care whenever he speaks to the soldiers around him.

The way his hands are calloused and rough, long fingers with cracked skin around the fingertips and knuckles.

The way his arms, ever hairy, despite rarely on display, cross over his chest when he's paying his full attention to people speaking to or around him.

The way his thick brows scrunch judgmentally when he hears someone say something stupid.

The way he leans back on window sills and balcony railings to light his cigarettes.

The way he looks at you, those big brown eyes all soft and fond, too gentle for a man that regularly trades shots with criminals.

The way he smiles and half-smirks, especially when you press your nose to his cheek, and pepper his moles with kisses.

The way his eyes, weighed down by deep eye bags, flutter over you whenever you lower yourself onto his leaky cock, your ass bouncing off his thighs with fervor.

The way he purrs words of praise in your ear while he fucks you from behind, his hands pushing down on your lower back, his body curled over yours to whisper in your ear.

The way he calls your name, first, middle, last, your rank too.

The way he uses terms of endearment.

"That's it, princess."

"Doing so well for me, baby girl."

"That feels good, doesn't it, pretty girl."

"Don't be too loud, can't let people hear how good I'm making you feel, heart."

"Just like that, moan for daddy, cutie."

What do those stupid fucking kids know? Nothing.

If only they could see him the way you do. But they can't. He doesn't want anyone to know the way he looks under his uniform.

All the better too... Easier to surprise people by how much of a punch he packs with a single haymaker.

Not to mention, you're not keen on sharing.

[the-californicationist]

Cali’s Nameless Challenge

It’s my first challenge, y’all! In honor of finally hitting the 500k word mark on AO3, I bring you a game I’ve been imagining for a while. Hope you like it.

Here are the rules:

— Write a 500(ish) word fic about any COD character!

— You can never name the character in the fic!

— Everyone can guess who it is in the comments!

— Tag it with #cali’s nameless challenge and also please @ me so I can reblog it and add it to the...

Masterlist!

This is meant to be just a fun little writing game, so even if you’ve never written a fic before, feel free to join in! Can’t wait to read these stories about your mystery blorbos!! 🩷👀

Challenge closes July 16th (but like you can still submit after that if you want to! there's no rules here in this wild wild west we've got going on at tumblr dot com...) So, be on the lookout for your favorite stories' big reveals!

[live-love-be-unique]

Sandalwood and Smoke

My submission to @the-californicationist nameless challenge. I hope you enjoy it.

cw: MDNI. Female reader. Smut.

The door to your bedroom creaked open and the scent of sandalwood filled your nose. “Hello?” Your hands moved to raise the silken fabric that cover your eyes.

“Ah, ah, ah love, don’t you remove that blindfold” he smirked as he approached you laying on the bed. You jumped as you felt his fingers grazing the skin on your thigh, fingertips calloused with the years of his work. “What a pretty picture you are”

“Let me take this off so I can see how pretty you are” your smirk was met by a deep chuckle. You turned your head, the cheeky bugger had moved to the other side of the bed, he was toying with you.

“You don’t want to see me love, too old and grisled”

“That’s not true, women love looking at naked men” you simpered up at him as you felt the bed dip at your side.

“Is that so?” Again his fingertips trailed lightly over your collarbone towards your chest. “I think I prefer looking at you”

You felt almost helpless as his fingertips turned into calloused hands as his touch became more sure in their movements “I think you like having me at your mercy, you love being in charge” he slid the straps of your bra down over your shoulders.

The bed frame creaked as he leaned over you, his lips barely touching yours, the smell of smoke combing with the sandalwood surrounding you “you haven’t complained before”

“No sir” oh how you wanted to see him. He was enjoying teasing you

“Good girl” he finally kissed you and all of your nerves became alive. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying yourself love. Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you breathed. You did trust him, you wouldn’t allow yourself to be this vulnerable with any man before him. No other man commanded attention like he did.

He kissed you again as his hand traveled slowly south, over the valley between your breast, down over your stomach and stilled as he reached the elastic of your underwear.

Your body arched towards his touch, chasing more of the sensations he was drawing out of you. He mouthed at your neck and chest as his hand dipped underneath the elastic and his strong fingers teased you, touching every inch of you except for where you wanted, needed, his touch the most.

“Please..” you gasped.

“Tell me what you want love” you could feel him smile against your neck.

“Stop teasing..” your hands grasped onto his broad shoulders, trying desperately to keep yourself tethered to earth, to keep from floating away.

“Oh, is this what you want?” He asked as his fingers found your clit and you felt like your body ignited in a blaze of fire. Hands that knew what it was to take a life were so skilfully drawing a pleasure from you that you hadn’t felt before.

His hands stilled as you came down from your high. He moved the silken fabric from around your eyes and his eyes traveled over your face and trembling body “are you alright love?”

“Never better” you smiled. Your body felt heavy, like it was moving through molasses as your hand reached up to cup his cheek.

[fallenneziah]

Starting to get creative juices back. I gotta do this, starting with a little thing @the-californicationist is doing a nameless fic challenge. I'll do this while working on other challenges. Hopefully I did him justice without naming him.

"Savin' a smoke for me?" You leaned against the doorframe of the old shack, the place was warm, even if it was falling apart. The man at the bottom of the steps grunted something under his breath as he sparked his lighter and pressed it to the end of his cigarette.

"not good for you, love."

You smiled a little and crossed your arms loosely over your chest. "So do I have to pay?"

He shrugged as he took a drag, exhaling the smoke out into the evening glow. Light was dying down, you'd need rest, then you could continue on.

You watched him quietly as he smoked, mulling over things in his head like he usually did. "Come inside."

"With a smoke?" He turned and pulled the end from his lips, exhaling again. You shrugged and nodded your head. "Come on, I don't want you to be cold."

He eyed you suspiciously before shaking his head in dismay. He flicked the cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out with his boot before wandering over with heavy feet.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he made it through the door and smiled. "Come here you,"

He grunted, his gaze softened and he kicked the cabin door closed with his foot. He reached down for your thighs and hoisted you up into his arms. Your hand ran gently over his hair, gripping the back of his neck as he brought you to the couch and gently leaned his weight into you.

"Babe-"

"Made me waste my smoke." He smiled, his pearly white teeth and soft lips a look you could never deny, falling under the spell of his pretty boy smile.

"Oopsie. I guess you'll have to have another tomorrow." He mumbled something in retaliation before leaning in to deeply kiss you. His tongue prodded your lips, his hands roaming up under your shirt across your sides when he got access to your mouth.

His slow, deep kisses stole the breath from your lungs as he shifted you, pushing your shirt up over your head and throwing it onto the carpet.

"Gentle..." You whispered, reaching for his shirt and tugging it off. "Always am, love." He nuzzles you and continues to kiss you. His hands roam across your chest, squeezing and caressing every little contour, mapping you excessively.

His kisses trailed down from your lips to your neck, taking a little nip out of your flesh. "So pretty..." He mumbled as he littered kisses down across your chest and your belly. His eyes flicked back up toward you when he reached your sweatpants. That pearly smile appeared again, those eyes filled with a mischievous little glow.

"Oh, ok pretty boy." You chuckled softly. "Repayment for that smoke."

"Oh you're repaying me are you?" He slid his thumbs under your sweats and slowly slipped them down over your hips, eyeing the soft mesh underwear you wore. "Well, don't I just feel honored." His tone was slightly mocking, but you knew he meant well. He looked over your body with a warmth in his eyes no one could replace. He loved you, and his gaze said it all when he couldn't find his words.

He placed a soft kiss above the line of your underwear and slowly shifted your thighs. You inhaled sharply in anticipation, and he sat up again.

"No, you come here-"

"I need to get candles." He said slyly.

"No, get your arse back over here." You reached off the couch to grab his wrist, but he quickly avoided you, causing you to trip on your sweats still around your ankles.

"But ambiance, my love."

"Fuck your ambiance."

He chuckled and pushed you back onto the couch, his finger pressing softly to your lips, leaning down to tease you with his close proximity. "Easy, you can be patient for me, can't you love?"

You whined, but then again, you could never say no. Not to him, never to him.

[stellewriites]

A Helping Hand

throwing my hat in for @the-californicationist’s nameless challenge!

600+ words, sfw, gn!reader, no content warnings it’s all fluff. don’t forget to guess who you think it’s about 🤭

you first met in uni.

it was a couple of weeks in, so you were settled into your classes and confident with the subject matter so far. you’d made friends with your roommates and had checked out the area of the new city you were in. it was all going well.

your current class was in a lecture hall, though the discussion was nothing too important; just going over the reading syllabus for the year. they’d already emailed it out during the summer so you pretended to take notes on your laptop while pulling up wordle.

one of your new roommates had gotten you addicted, it had become a light-hearted competition between you both as you got to know each other before finally meeting in person. they’d finally upped the stakes at the start of the week with a bet and you were determined to beat their average by friday - after all, loser would be paying for drinks on saturday when you all went out.

this day’s puzzle, however, was stumping you. you didn’t want to just guess aimlessly, visions of free drinks seeming ever further away, but you just couldn’t figure out the word either.

F_ _ _R

you stared at the screen unblinkingly, thoroughly distracted from your course and the discussion around you until a hand holding a slip of paper appeared at your shoulder in your peripheral.

you took it hesitantly without looking back and unfolded it. you stared at the word written scratchily across it in disbelief.

FOYER.

fuck. how’d you miss that?

you typed it in and heard a satisfied chuckle behind you when it was correct and pursed your lips to hide your own smile. you figured you should thank the guy at least, he might’ve just won you free drinks after all.

you flicked your eyes up and found the professor busy facing the board and took the chance to swivel in your seat to look up at the one above yours and the handsome man that currently claimed it.

“thanks,” you whispered, your smile turning flirtatious and less guarded when you met his pretty eyes.

“don’t mention it,” he said with an easy shrug, his voice warm.

“oh? you don’t want a favour in return then?” you asked, coy. “you might’ve just won me a bet with a friend, so i owe you.”

his shoulders shook as he huffed. you realised it was a laugh, just muffled behind a surprisingly fond smile aimed your way and a want to keep quiet in the lecture hall. he was clearly charmed by you - and likely the view he had down your shirt as you leant forward against the back of your seat, equally enamoured.

“i could maybe think of some way you could thank me,” he acquiesced, smile turning sly. “better concentrate on the front of the class for now though.” he nodded forward.

with a look over your shoulder you noticed the unimpressed look your professor was sending you both. you sent them a contrite look as you sat back properly and stayed quiet for the rest of the lecture, not wanting to cause a fuss and make a name for yourself too early in the year. you did like this subject after all.

you just liked handsome, helpful men too.

you bit your lip in an attempt at calming your smile and the excited noise that bubbled at the back of your throat when you got a second note passed over your shoulder by a now-familiar hand not ten minutes later. you kept your eyes facing forwards as you took it, wanting to play it cool.

that went out the window however when you opened the note and felt giddiness override it.

coffee after this? it read, followed by his name and number.

absolutely, you thought.

[lisenberry]

Blend In

Suggestive/Explicit Language, Mystery 141 x F!Reader.

MDNI!

1111k words (heavy on the -ish)

For @the-californicationist Nameless Challenge!

Congrats on 500K words, Cali!!

Put your guess in the comments as to who you think it is!

You had no idea why you’d been chosen for this assignment, but you were not going to argue.  Certainly not with him.

Keeping any doubts to yourself, you checked the mirror in the bathroom one last time before exiting into the hotel room you shared with your teammate.  Well, not your teammate yet, but if all went well, your fingers were crossed for a spot on his elite task force. 

“What do you think, sir?”

As a mere corporal, just about everyone had a higher rank than you.  There was the distinguished Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Garrick and Sergeant MacTavish.  Big (huge) shoes to fill, but you were ready to prove yourself.

“It’ll…do,” he muttered, turning his head quickly towards the surveillance equipment set up on the nearby desk.  “And don’t call me that.  We’re undercover, remember?” 

“Do I get a code name or something?  You all have badass nicknames, and I’m just...the new girl.”  You shrugged your shoulders and tried not to fuss over the plunging depth of your neckline that barely covered your pushed-up boobs, or the uncomfortable way the fabric hugged your hips.

“No, New Girl is the new girl.  You’re—Ah, fuck.  Here we go.  Time to get out there.”  He picked up something on the camera feed of the hotel’s ballroom and pointed to it with his finger.  “Target’s moving.”

“Who picked this dress?  I thought I was supposed to blend in.  It’s obscene for a wedding.”

“Not for an oligarch’s wedding.  Tits up, back straight, and do your job.”  He gave you one last look over, dragging his gaze up to meet yours, finally, before giving you an encouraging nod.

“Aye, aye.  Sir.”  You couldn’t help but add the last with a bold smirk.  Maybe it was the dress, or the mission, or the unexpected glint in his eye, but you had a good feeling about this.

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You’d been gone for only ten minutes, and he was already doubting every aspect of this assignment.  As the only fluent Russian speaker who didn’t scream special forces in the ranks, you’d been the easy choice.  But you were also soft around the edges, and sweet as hell, with a smile and an inner kindness that would lower anyone’s defenses. 

What the fuck you were doing in the military, or how you’d made it this far, he had yet to figure out.

He’d only agreed to this at all because the stakes were low, as was the risk of danger.  All you needed was a cigarette butt or a discarded champagne glass.   A piece of cutlery left behind on a tray.  Even just a partial fingerprint would be enough for Laswell to make a positive ID.

He was not prepared for you to strike up a conversation with the third most lethal psychopath on the watch list, or let him put his hand on your ass and squeeze you close to his hips as he whispered suggestively in your ear. 

“Careful, sweetling,” your commanding officer gritted low into his radio.  The comms device in your ear was undetectable, but he didn’t want to startle you or alert the target that you were in contact with someone.

It could also pick up your conversation, not that he understood any of what you were saying.   It seemed to be mostly flirty banter and coy laughter.  The man was obviously trying to get in you back to his room.

He didn’t know much Russian, but he knew enough about men’s appetites to get the idea.  He’d had his own thoughts, just the good sense not to say them out loud.

And he could not believe what he was seeing on the camera.  A sudden, sinking flood of anxiety made him jump in his chair and clench his fists at the stress.  You were going with the man, following him as he escorted you out somewhere beyond the surveillance feed.

“Do not leave that ballroom.  I can’t track you out there.  Get back.  Abort!”

He knew you could hear him, but you weren’t following orders.  Being ignored was most certainly the root of his blinding rage, not his concern for your safety.  Or the hungry way the bastard had looked at you in the dress he’d handpicked himself for the way the color made your skin practically glow. 

The cut and size may have been a miscalculation, he admitted to himself, as he checked the clip in his handgun and hurried toward the door.   

“Fucking hell.  You’re going to get yourself killed, and if you don’t, then I’ll do it myself.  When I get my bloody hands on you, Cupcake, I swear—”

“Cupcake?  That’s the best you can do?”  You stood on the other side of the door, with your hands on your hips as he pulled it open, with a fierceness you’d only heard about from other recruits.

Suddenly directed at you, it was worse than you’d imagined.  He looked ready for war as his words caught in his throat. 

“There you are.  You’re alright?”

“I got his prints on my purse, his DNA on my tits, and a retina scan on my phone.  And his phone, for shits and giggles.”  You quickly held up your loot for his inspection, before he could catch his breath long enough to lecture you on your recklessness.

He swiped a big hand along his mouth for composure, but he still looked like he wanted to kill something.  Mostly you.

“DNA?”  His eyes darkened quickly, somehow even more than before, as he looked from your face to your aforementioned tits.

“Saliva, big guy.  I’m committed, but not that committed.  Calm down.”  But he didn’t of course, because you’d never actually seen him relaxed.  At least not around you. 

You’d heard stories that he was a generally likable bloke once you got to know him.  Earned his trust.  Maybe someday you would get to see that side of him.  From the looks of it, this wasn’t it.

“Your country thanks you for your service.”  He deadpanned, not appreciating your snark.  

“What about you, sir?  Did I make the team?”  You shifted on your heels hopefully, still brimming with energy from knocking out a man twice your size, watching him piss himself, and staging the scene to look like he’d passed out on his own.

“I’ll put in a request to my commanding officer as soon as we get back.” 

“Really?”  You stifled the urge to hug him in your excitement.

“No.  You’re never allowed to leave the base again.”

You weren’t deterred as you rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue behind his back.  You’d wear him down.  One way or another.

[indigosunsetao3]

500 word no name COD Challenge by @the-californicationist

Linen and Lace

MDNI | teasing, lingerie, public

You had bought a nice new dress after the text, and accompanying bank deposit, came in. He had told you to buy yourself something nice; he was taking you out on the town promptly at seven. He had been gone for weeks so it was a nice surprise and you had been giddy all day waiting.

Drinks and dancing had been been the start of the evening before he holed you both up in a corner booth at the small restaurant. Away from prying eyes but not totally secluded either.

You feel the blood rush to your core when he whispers in your ear how he couldn't wait to slip the little black number off you later while the waiter refills your waters. This was how he liked to play; to tease and rile you up when there was nothing you could do about it.

"Jittery lovey?" He asks quietly as you flinch when his fingers graze over your thigh. He had been giving you light teasing touches all evening but this was the first time he had ventured up your skirt. "We haven't even started the main course."

"You're killing me," you say around your wine glass and he just smirks and slides his fingers even higher. But you get the last laugh on that one when he finds the lacy garter and he runs his index finger between it and your skin. The near silent groan that leaves his lips makes you laugh, not so unflappable like he carried himself.

"What color is it?" He asks simply as the waiter drops your meals.

"Blue, your favorite shade," you answer lightly, smiling at the waiter as he sprinkles fresh parmesan over the dishes.

"Take it off and show me," he says under his breath as he thanks the waiter and dismisses him with a polite nod.

"What, now?" You ask cutting your eyes over to him and the dark look he gives you tells you he isn't joking. Or waiting.

This wasn't the first time he had asked you to do this in public, but it still gave you a thrill every time.

Leaning back a bit in your seat you spread your legs a bit wider, glad for the floor length linen tablecloth, before grabbing his hand to guide him to hike your dress higher. He follows easily, his warm palm resting on the soft exposed skin before you wriggle a bit more to hook the lace on your left leg and slide it down. The lace catches on your heel as you try to move as little as possible before you ball it in your fist and hand it to him.

He's brash with it. Setting it on the table where anyone can see it to look it over like a trophy. The blue was the exact dark shade he preferred, with hints of crimson in the stitching and silver initials embroidered in it; his initials. He smiles at you for a moment before his fingers curl around it and he tucks it inside his fitted suit jacket.

"Now the panties, if you think you can manage it without them seeing," he grins nodding his head lightly at the couple just a few feet away peering not so subtly at you both.

"Who said I was wearing panties?" You ask smartly as you pluck up a roll.

The side eye he gives you tells you that you aren't making it to dessert. At least not the dessert the restaurant served.

[bzurk]

Ensnared

☆ 498 words for the amazing @the-californicationist's nameless challenge <3 such a fun idea. congrats on the milestone! ☆

You pressed forward, each step carefully placed as you navigated through the dense jungle. The humid air clung to your skin, making every breath an effort. Just as you thought you had made it through unscathed, the jungle had other plans. Your foot landed on what seemed like solid ground, but in an instant, it gave way beneath you. A hidden snare snapped tight around your leg, yanking you off your feet and hoisting you into the air. You dangled upside down, your rifle slipping from your grasp and landing with a thud below.

"Damn it!" you cursed, swinging slightly as you struggled against the ropes. "Not now!"

To your surprise, and chagrin, your teammate burst into laughter. It was a rare sound, one you'd almost forgotten they were capable of.

"Well, look’it you," they snipped, a wide grin spreading across their face, illuminated by the dappled light between the canopy. "Caught like a fish on a hook."

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled against the restraints, trying to free yourself from the snare's grip, your core burning with the effort of reaching up to your leg. But the more you fought, the tighter it seemed to hold. You tried to glare at your partner, your face flushed with both embarrassment and frustration as you helplessly started to spin. "Very funny. Get me down from here, someone could be nearby."

They approached, still chuckling to themself. "I never thought I'd see the day. The great, infallible Sergeant taken down by a simple snare. Or would it be brought up?""

"Glad I could amuse you," you muttered, wincing as the rope dug into your ankle, dizzy with bloodrush. "Now, if you're done laughing, how about you help me out?"

"Alright, alright," they said, with a dramatic sigh for emphasis. "Hold still.”

With a deftness that belied their earlier mirth, your teammate carefully examined the trap. They drew their knife and began cutting through the thick ropes, ensuring you wouldn't be injured further in the process.

"You know," they said as they worked, "this reminds me of that time back in basic training when you got tangled up in that barbed wire during night exercise."

"Don't remind me," you groaned. "I still have the scars from that."

"Well, at least this time it's just a rope," they replied, finishing the last cut. “I still have the photos from that night. Look at ‘em whenever I need a good laugh.”

With a final slice, the rope snapped, and you plummeted downward. You collided with your teammate, knocking them off balance and sending both of you crashing to the ground in a tangled heap.

"Shit!" they grunted as you landed on top of them.

For a moment, both of you lay there, stunned. Then, you couldn't help it—you burst out laughing. The absurdity of the situation and the release of tension all came out in a wave of uncontrollable mirth.

Your teammate, pinned beneath you, started laughing too.

[arthursleftarmpit]

I haven't posted any writing on Tumblr in a very long time, and I don't know that I will plan to do so again; but we shall see. Please forgive any formatting errors, I haven't done a real post on this app in like three years.

Anyways, 555 words for @the-californicationist 500k #cali’s nameless challenge !

And this one is a Regency! AU!!! We love that.

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Behind Velvet

It is like something out of a fairy tale. Lords and ladies, heirs and debutantes all gracefully waltz over a polished marble floor. The band plays, music swelling as dozens of skirts twirl in unison. People lift little flutes of something sweet to their lips, some lifting their ornate masks away from their faces to peruse the tables of sweets.

You adjust your own mask, and descend the stairs to the floor, hoping to find something enjoyable on the tables for yourself. You do not make it more than a third of the way across the room before someone abandons all propriety, and takes you by your gloved wrist. You startle, whirling around to face—

“Miss, please, forgive me.” The man says, pressing his lips to your gloved pulse. “I wished to speak with you, but I do not believe you could hear me over such a party.”

Your pounding heart evens, and you breathe deeply, brushing off the fright. “You are forgiven.” You reply, and he releases your arm. “It is true, I could not hear you. What is it you wished to discuss, mister. . ?”

He smiles, bright eyes flashing behind his mask. “I must ask your forgiveness again, but is the purpose of a masked ball not to enjoy the delights and pleasures of anonymity?”

“Perhaps. . . Go on, you are forgiven— please, tell me what it is you wish to say.”

He chuckles. “You do not seem eager to speak with me.”

“I am afraid not, and it is your forgiveness I will now ask, but you must understand. Why would I waste my precious time talking with a handsome stranger when the pile of almond cookies I sighted from across the room grows smaller with every passing moment? I implore you to speak quickly.”

He laughs, and offers you his arm. “You are forgiven, and I understand entirely.” He replies. You take his arm, and he speaks in your ear as he guides you through the crowd towards the desserts. “I myself would likely not wish to listen to a handsome stranger prattle on about how beautiful I am, and how greatly he would desire a dance with myself.”

“You jest.”

“Of course. Were I a lady, I doubt I would receive many offers.”

“Perhaps it is simply my charm? I do believe you did call me as such. And, I do believe that in my jest, I asked for a dance with you, Miss.” He says, offering you two of the cookies on a small tray. “My request, I can assure you, was genuine.”

“And, I do not believe I called you handsome! How can I know you are such when I do not know your identity, as it is hidden behind a mask!” You reply, finally reaching the tables.

“Ah.” You reply, slipping one of your gloves off to enjoy the treat. It is. . . disappointing.

“Is it the cookie you are unhappy with, or myself?”

You look at him, his eyes bright, but concerned behind his mask.

“The cookie. Although, I am also displeased with the fact that I do not have a pen.”

“A pen?”

“So that you might sign my dance card, handsome stranger.”

He grins at that, and warmth spreads all over your skin at how he looks at you. “I will have to find one, then.”

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Yay woo-hoo I wrote something!!! <3

Alright bye for the next three years probably (?)

[villainofmyownstory]

Blindsided

-> part 2 Anyone else

For @the-californicationist's “Cali’s Nameless Challenge” writing challenge!

summary: You can't get over the breakup and the fact that you were left alone. You keep coming to the place where you last saw him. To, perhaps, finally get some kind of answer. Some solace.

tags: afab reader, hurt, angst, ex lovers, recollection of death, ambiguous/open ending??

520 words

author's note: Cali, congratulations on reaching 500k on ao3! I wish you many, many more hundreds of words written, you are doing a great job! I hope you enjoy it <3

Inspired by the song Blindsided by Bilmuri, the lyrics are italicized and indented

Don't forget to leave a comment guessing who the nameless one might be!

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You're standing on a flat, dark ground. With evenly trimmed grass. You stare at a straight row of stone, light-granite memorials. You spend another autumn afternoon in the same way. Standing huddled, already on the beaten ground. In front of, it would seem, the same headstone as the hundreds here. A row of letters and numbers blending together. Actually meaning nothing. Fake names, made-up dates. Maybe it wasn't the first time.

Was it even ever real?

There were never tears in your eyes. Not even before. Long before. Because, how could you ever cry for someone who didn't exist.

Were you always a liar?

No flowers, no lit candle. No personal item. Emptiness. Simplicity. All in all, such as his life was. Or maybe he was just pretending.

''It's nothing personal. Shit was never real, babe''

Rubbing your tired eyes, you pay no attention to your surroundings. In this foreign country, in no man's land. Among the slowly falling colorful leaves. Another miserable day. Sacrificing everything for one big lie.

I'm not saying I was perfect Why do I deserve this?

Finally, in a fit of another wave of anger at this figure seemingly lying a few feet below your feet, you seize in rage, to remove the gold adorning your finger. Maybe by the cold, or maybe by months of drowning sorrows. The ring refuses to move an inch on your finger. Another blow of cold wind. Shivers appearing on your body. The same ones that probably appeared that April night, when you opened your eyes and he slept by your side as if nothing ever happened. And finally looking at his face, tired after another mission, on which, with each return, more wrinkles and scars appeared. You were beginning to understand this farce, this game he was playing with you, probably from the very beginning.

Did your heart get colder? Did I ever make you feel when your head was on my shoulder?

You should then ask him, pestering him with questions, about telling the truth. When you finally, after many weeks, noticed the absence of that symbol of the vow you both made on his finger.

Make it clear when you forgot that ring Did it weigh down on your hand?

Standing in the cemetery, once again. With so many unanswered questions. He wasn't even buried in his homeland. None of his relatives showed up, except his teammates and a few friends. And you. It was so strange. Nothing made sense about it. That feeling you gave him was buried in that grave. Maybe his body wasn't there. But your heart was there. Definitely.

You left without a word Just to make it hurt

If you hadn't been so immersed in your thoughts, in asking him unspoken questions and shouting resentments in your head. Maybe you would have noticed sooner, that tall and broad figure that stood a dozen steps away, behind one of the old leaning trees. His eyes, darkened from longing, gazed intently at your sad and miserable figure. He was watching you and keeping an eye on you. As always.

"Yours forever, remember, babe?"

[the-californicationist]

Welcome to the Masterlist!

Challenge details here.

Remember to check out these amazing fics and leave a comment with your character guesses! You can also show these authors some love with a cheeky reblog. 🩷

Mud Bath by @staytrueblue — As your recruits play a game of football in the mud, you get tackled by an unknown soldier who turns out to be an old friend...

The Perfect Soldier by @eternallyelvish — You’re working as a casting director, scouring gyms for talent, until you find the most perfect soldier for the leading role…

Linen and Lace by @indigosunsetao3 — A little sexy dinner, a little dirty talk; who is this mystery hunk?!

Spare Smoke by @fallenneziah — After a little taunting from your handsome companion about your smoking habit, things heat up inside your cabin...

Crossing Lines by @ebodebo — You're in a secret relationship with your brother's best friend...

Details by @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries — The recruits are underestimating your mystery man, but they really shouldn't...

Sunset, Sunrise by @agentmarvel — There are many things in his life that he regrets, but he rues none so much as the day he ended things with you.

Behind Velvet by @arthursleftarmpit — A handsome stranger flirts with you at the ball in this Regency AU. Who could it be?

Sandalwood and Smoke by @live-love-be-unique — Your man blindfolds you and proceeds to tease you within an inch of your life, just how you like it.

Ensnared by @bzurk — After stumbling into a jungle trap, your fellow soldier helps you down... but not after having a laugh at your expense!

Failsafe by @deadbranch — You wake up after a night at the bar tangled in the sheets with a captivating stranger...

Tartan Negroni by @ilragnotessitore — You share delicious drinks with a handsome stranger, then you share a little more...

Blindsided by @villainofmyownstory — You can't get over the breakup and the fact that you were left alone. You keep coming to the place where you last saw him. To, perhaps, finally get some kind of answer. Some solace.

Good Night, Little Soldier by @cerise-on-top — Your mystery man is kidnapped and things have taken an unchangeable turn, but he dreams of you in his final moments.

Homecoming by @indigosunsetao3 — When your man gets home from work, he greets you in the most delightful way possible…

Under the Stars by @kyletogaz — Just a late night talk with the love of your life.

Hospital Food by @sageyxbabey — Your ex-husband (the biological father of your daughter) shows up when said daughter is admitted to hospital. Your current partner (and your daughter) put him in his place.

Foster Fail by @dozeydaisy — You try to convince your man to let you adopt a new furry friend.

By Midnight by @vilixxr — His Royal Highness sneaks into your bed at night for some fiery affection in this medieval AU...

Cloudless Sky by @cadotoast — Your crush confesses his love to you as you lay dying in his arms. If only it wasn't too late... [TW: Angsty!]

Valentines by @xxshadowbabexx — You get the best Valentine’s Day gift from your man…

Blend In by @lisenberry — You're going undercover with the 141, but which one is it?

Wake Up by @guy-writes — Your man is missing you, but as he cuddles you in bed, he realizes something's gone wrong. [TW: Angsty]

Red Card by @glitterypirateduck — You and the hot ref go at it at your nephew's soccer game.

Smuggle and Secure by @crashtestbunny — You're a smuggler, a courier for hire, that works on moving many questionable items into even more questionable hands. Except the current package seems to have attracted the attention of international security.

Welcome Mountain by @jeffersonismywintersoldier — You run into a gorgeous man at the gym, and he comments on your recent transition in the most flirtatious way.

Déjame cuidar de ti, amor by @pricesugarwife — You come home from work drained, but your lover knows just how to fill you back up. [Escribe en Español]

My Neighbor by @lovifie — You bump into your neighbor in the elevator, and then you spend all of your time together until suddenly, he disappears...

A Quiet (K)night by @random-thot-generator — You have a mysterious protector on your evening commute.

A Helping Hand by @stellewriites — In class, you get stumped by a word puzzle, but the handsome man behind you helps you out.

put your ear to my heart by @last-starry-sky — A monster lives in these woods, good thing you’ve got him to protect you…

Thanks so much to everyone who is participating! I'm glad you could feel inspired.

Much love!! -- Cali ✌️🩷

[indigosunsetao3]

Homecoming

Another submission for @the-californicationist 500(ish) word no name COD Challenge.

MDNI | smut

He was home.

You haven't seen him yet but you can sense him, as if your body could feel the energy shift in the house you share. You toss your keys into the bowl by the door before peering into the empty living room.

"Love?" You call out as you walk further into the house, eyes spying the duffle on the ground.

There's a shuffling noise from the kitchen and he appears in the doorway. A sneaky grin plays on his face as he sips on his Scotch and leans on the jamb to look at you. He's already showered, his chest still glistening with droplets of water and the smell of his body wash permeating the air.

"There she is," he says softly as he tips back the last fingers of his drink, the ice clinking on the glass before he sets it down on the bookshelf nearby. "Come here."

You clear the gap between the two of you, reaching your hands out to him. You let your palms slide up from the waistband of his sweats, over the scar on his stomach, slowly scratching your nails through his chest hair before settling them on his shoulders. He watches you like a predator, his eyes trailing over your movements before meeting your gaze with clear intent as he grabs your hips.

This is how it always went, talking would come later. You both needed to feel one another; your soft touches cooling the raging soldier underneath his skin while his rough calloused hands set your dormant passion ablaze.

He pushes you harder into the door frame and you whine a bit at the bite of pain on your spine. He doesn't give you a chance to protest more than that, his lips finding yours roughly as he slides his hands down to your backside and under the skirt to heft you up in a quick motion. His fingers knead the skin there as he possessively kisses you, not giving you a chance to breathe properly as his mouth steals the oxygen from your lungs and he grinds himself into you.

Your nails rake through his hair feeling how he needs a proper haircut. The edges are jagged and uneven with the way it's grown out but it gives you something to grab and pull lightly. He leans his head back in your grip with a surprised chuckle as he gives you a moment to pant. For as big and rough of a brute he is, he enjoys when you fight for control every now and again; pushing his buttons and riling him.

You tug a little more with a smirk and he huffs bending his head back further. His eyes never leave your face and you can see the hunger, the need, in his gaze as you watch him curiously. His fingers dig into your soft thighs in warning; his restraint is waning.

He gives you one more second of control before he leans in to bite at your lip and yank you roughly against him. He moves toward the kitchen counter pushing things to the floor with a sweep of his arm, not caring as the sound of tinkling glass meets your ears as it hits the tile.

There is a perfectly good bed upstairs, or even a couch in the living room, but patience was never his forte. He wants you there and now.

He doesn't bother to strip out of his pants, only tugging them down enough to free himself from the restraint of the sweats. You squirm as you stare at him pumping himself as he looks at you, the feral smirk on his features making your heart flutter.

He's even less concerned about your own clothing, his fingers sliding the soaked thin cotton of your underwear to the side as he notches himself at your entrance. One last soul-altering kiss is all you get before he's inside of you with a rough thrust that makes you both cry out in one another's mouths.

He gives you a few seconds to adjust before he sets a brutal pace, his arms caging you so you have nowhere to go as he slams home over and over. The pleasure he pulls out of you is enough to make you not care about the fact that walking is going to be difficult the following day. Especially since you knew this barely counted as round one; this was just for him to take the edge off.

[sageyxbabey]

Hospital Food | COD x Reader

MDNI

Summary: Your ex-husband (the biological father of your daughter) shows up when said daughter is admitted to hospital. Your current partner (and your daughter) put him in his place.

aka: stupid man gets verbally wrecked by a 17-year-old girl and a SAS soldier. Inspired by the time my stepdad and i roasted my bio dad.

For @the-californicationist 's Nameless Challenge! This means you have to guess which of the delicious war criminals I'm writing about below. (This has inspired a series, so you'll find out who I was thinking of when the second one comes out. ;) )

WC: ~700 words (oops, forgive me cali)

Pairing: f!reader x tf141 member (but who? 👀)

Your ex-husband stood at the foot of his biological daughter’s hospital bed, watching her tap salt out of the little sachet onto a piece of buttered bread. His face was full of condescension, and you knew yours was full of barely contained disgust as you stared at him. God damn the child support agreement that required you to tell him when she was admitted to a hospital. At least you had otherwise full custody of her, you’re sure your ex would’ve been murdered by now if you’d been forced to see him semi-regularly – either by you or your wonderful (deadly, military-trained) partner who hated the man in front of you almost as much as you did.

God, you wish he was here right now. Unfortunately, he was wonderful enough to have gone down to the cafeteria in search of lunch for the both of you – and something sweet to sneak back in for your little girl. He spoiled her rotten, and it made you love him more every time he did. 

“That’s a lot of salt,” your ex rumbled. If looks could kill, the stare your 17-year-old daughter levelled him with would’ve evaporated him where he stood.

“Yes. It is,” she spoke. 

Tap tap tap, she resumed shaking the sachet.

“They put salt in bread when they make it. White bread is about 3% salt,” he said. As if there was some important point your daughter was missing.

“I know. I’ve made bread before.”

Tap tap tap.

It was taking every fibre of your being not to laugh with sheer joy and vindication as your daughter, the blood of your ex-husband, so casually eviscerated him in the middle of this tiny white room.

“Which is to say, you don’t need to be adding salt to it.” You didn’t think the man could sound any whinier. You were about to step in, but your daughter let out a deep sigh beyond her years (definitely picked up from the soldier who shared your home) and threw the empty salt packet onto the bed tray.

“Tell me, why shouldn’t I eat that much salt?” Her arms crossed in front of her, your ex-husband looked to you for help. He would get none.

“Because… it makes your body retain fluid and raises blood pressure–”

“Correct. I am in this hospital because I have low blood pressure caused by a low volume of fluid in my blood. They give me the salt packet on purpose. I am prescribed literal salt tablets,” she shook the bottle in the man’s face, “because I need to raise my blood pressure up to normal levels.”

Silence. Blinking.

“So I am going to eat this bread because it is what the doctor ordered.” Her head snapped to you, with a chaotic glint in her eye only teenage girls could possess. The next words out of her mouth would stay with you until your dying breath;

“Hey, Mum. When’s Dad coming back?”

You could not fight the grin that spread across your face, the elation jumping in your stomach. A quick glance at your ex-husband’s sour face made it clear that your daughter’s point had struck true – You are not welcome here. I do not need you. I have a real father where you failed.

You opened your mouth to reply, “He’s–”

“Right here, love!” The warm, gravelly voice of your partner filled the room, your daughter’s eyes lighting up with his presence. He stopped to press a tender kiss against your cheek, passing you a toasted sandwich, before he made his way to stand over the shoulder of your precious daughter.

“And I got you something special,” he whispered playfully, “Don’t tell the nurse.” He pulled a poppy seed muffin out of the bag he was holding and placed it on the bed tray in front of her. 

“Sorry mate, who are you?” Your partner turned and cocked his head at your ex. 

Your man knew exactly who the snivelling creature across from him was. Your boyfriend was just deciding to be a little shit, and it was one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen him do. 

“Dad, this is Marcus. You know, the man who got Mum pregnant with me?” Your daughter’s voice was poorly disguised venom. 

“Oh, right! Of course. I suppose I should thank you for your part in creating my wonderful daughter.” He stretched a hand out to your ex-husband who, for once in his life, made the smart choice to shake it and give some poor excuse for why he was needed elsewhere.

As soon as he was out the door, you had your arms around your lover, pressing endless kisses to his cheek as your daughter laughed. 

“Did you hear what I said, Dad?” 

Your partner leaned down to hug the girl – his girl – tightly. He grinned.

“Every fucking word.”

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I LOVE MY STEPDAD SO MUCH HE'S MY REAL DAD and my mother and he are truly couple goals. I was on the phone with him the other day when I asked if he remembered this happening. he let out the most fatherly cackle of pure, shit-stirring joy I've ever heard. It was magnificent.

forgot the TAGLIST: @frogtowne @teenagellamaangel @universitypenguin

[lovifie]

My Neighbour

Fluff | 530 words | Back to Masterlist

@the-californicationist please accept this as my humble offering to your nameless challenge, sorry I went a bit over the limit 😬 And thank you for arranging the challenge, it was really fun to write hehe 🩷🩷🩷

Your neighbour is a bit of a curious man. 

You have never talked to him, nothing further than “Good morning” or a “Good to see you.”

He seems nice, kind smile and a mischievous speck on his eyes that always makes you smile back.

There have been times when just right after you opened your door, his would unlock, a bit too fast to be a casualty, and smile at you as if he was surprised to see you.  

He doesn't talk to you until one day when it is pouring outside. You decided that today was the best day to buy groceries, most of them getting soaked on your way home. Horrible, horrible and exhausting day, you just want to get home and go straight to sleep. 

But only if the damned elevator door would open.

You punch the metal door, the throbbing pain of your hand only souring your mood more. 

“You gotta hit it harder than that to make it move.”

A deep voice comments behind you, and before you can turn around, a big hand slams against the elevator door hard enough to make it shake and once it stops, it slowly opens as if anything. 

You sigh, bending to grab your groceries, before you feel a hand on the lower part of your back making you bounce back. 

“Sorry, love. Didn't mean to spook you, I just… You look like you could do with a cuppa.” He says, as he bends down and picks up the bag with ease. “Or something stronger.”

You rub your face with your hand as you walk after him into the elevator. “Yeah, something stronger.”

Your neighbour leaves your bags at your kitchen counter, unpacking them and making you sit down. You should help him but at the same time… it’s so nice to just sit down. 

At the end, he spends the whole evening at your house, chatting with you and gifting you some precious boyish smiles that have you feeling butterflies in your stomach. 

You talk a lot more to your neighbour after that, little small talk in the hall and sometimes going over to the other flat for tea. Until he's gone. 

He disappears one day, no notice, no goodbye. You assume it must be a family emergency or something for his work, but you still knock on his door every couple of days. 

In the end, you end up slipping a note under his door asking if he wants to do something for your birthday, trying to force him to come out even by guilt.

But he doesn't, your birthday is almost over by now, getting ready to go to bed, sad about your neighbour's sudden change. 

But then… there is a knock at the door.

And when you open the door, there he is.

Out of breath and beaten.

Like he just run a marathon on his gear.

“It's still your day, right? I couldn't get you a present, but I got you this.”

His hands cup your face, and you are sure he must have the softest lips a human can have when you feel them dance against yours.

Definitely your best gift this year.

[villainofmyownstory]

Anyone Else 🔞

-> part 1 Blindsided

For @the-californicationist's “Cali’s Nameless Challenge” writing challenge!

summary: What will you do to see him again?

tags: afab reader, angst, NSFW

861 words

author's note: This is the second part. I don't know, it came out differently than the first part, but it's definitely NSFW. But I had a lot of fun writing it.

Inspired by the song Anyone Else by PVRIS, the lyrics are italicized and indented

Don't forget to leave a comment guessing who the nameless one might be!

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Oh, my blood Once was my own But in one touch You made it yours What have you done?

It was a bad idea. A really stupid one. You no longer think logically or soberly. More days spent at the grave make you seem to have lost touch with reality.

But the time spent with a special forces soldier, really well trained. He taught you one thing, maybe he did it unconsciously. Although he always thought you were a little unreasonable, clumsy little girl. "Always be aware of your surroundings, of what might be hiding around a corner or in a dark dead end"

Basically, you are you were his wife.

Now when another day you don't show up at the cemetery he knows something is wrong. It happened too soon and suddenly. Your absence, in the same spot. But who could have expected something like this? Perhaps none of the three of you imagined that it would all turn out this way. One small decision.

The music in this dingy, dark and smoke-filled place rumbled somewhere in the background. The shouts of drunken men over golden drinks filled the space from time to time. A baseball or rugby match. You didn't even pay attention to what was being displayed on one of the many TVs. Your goal was different. You didn't expect that everything would go so smoothly, that you would find him so easily. Well you were always observant and paid attention to details. All it took was a little bit of peace and connecting the dots. Or maybe he was just here waiting patiently? Never underestimate the other side.

Another glass after another, the bartender wordlessly prepares you the next drinks you ordered. You need something to help you not think, to let instinct take over. In a dark corner of the bar, sits a large, tall figure, his blue eyes focused on you since you walked in. You look better than in the pictures he saw at the base, his enemy's wife. A smile swept across his face, as he sees you desperately grab another colorful liquor and drink it fast, too quickly. He was supposed to wait for you to make a move, but there was something in you, maybe sadness, or desperation. And perhaps something quite the opposite, primal. This made him follow you into one of the small, cramped bathrooms.

When the door closes behind him you don't even dare to turn around. You can't look him in the eye. With every step he takes toward you, you take a step forward. Until finally you stop, feeling the edge of the sink. The bathroom is dark, maybe it's better because you can't see anything in the reflection of the mirror except your own slightly outlined silhouette.

'Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls But none of them would ever feel like home

His large, warm hands gently stroke your exposed skin, making you shiver. You no longer remember if there was anyone before him touching you this way, or was there anyone before him?

“A short black dress. Did you wear it just for me, ja?"

As he bends you down and whispers these words, mussing the lobe of your ear with his lips. His hand moves dangerously from your hip forward. Slowly, as his lips melt into the skin of your neck and shoulder in soft and wet kisses, he lifts the material of your dress up. So that you are completely exposed to him. You want to turn around, face him. However, he holds you down, not allowing you to move.

“I only look into the eyes of my enemies, before pulling the trigger.”

After these words you feel how he doesn't even take the time to remove your panties but simply rips them off, the material falls on the dirty floor somewhere between your legs.

Oh, my poor bones Rearrange them to fit your mold Hang me up on your bedroom wall Now I can't breathe at all

In a strong embrace, he grabs your thigh, lifting it to the side, while the other hand holds your neck and leans forward. Your face is close to the mirror, and each increasingly rapid breath leaves white steam on the glass. Your fingers turn white as you grip the sink tightly.

He enters you with a quick and hard thrust, he is way too big. You both let out a moaning scream. You from pain and surprise. He more from pleasure. His hand, with every harder stroke, clamps tighter around your neck. Each time the man behind you thrusts deeper and deeper into you, the only thing in your head are your husband's words: mine, mine, mine, mine.

I don't belong to anyone else I don't belong to anyone else I don't belong to anyone else I don't belong to anyone else

Suddenly, with a decisive movement, he grabs your jaw and turns your head towards the now open door.

Yeah, I know I went and left you all alone Please don't think that I let you go I'll never let go

Those dark brown eyes look at you again. Still alive.

[the-californicationist]

🫠🫠🫠 I’m melting. From the bottom up. Holy SHIT!!! This is so hot!! 🥵 I’m just gonna go take a cold shower???

…su mano izquierda amasando la carne desnuda de sus muslos, mientras que la otra sujetaba tu cuello y te instaba a mantener el contacto visual.

Hjwbdjdhsvshrhfbc OMGGGG I NEED TO LIE DOWN

My guess was Price!! What do y’all think?? 😍😍😍

"Déjame cuidar de ti, amor"

Hello amixes! Este es mi pequeño aporte (de 600 palabras más o menos) para el reto que de mi amada Cali @the-californicationist. Hace mucho tiempo que no escribo ficción, o algo que no sea de trabajo, así que puedo estar un poco oxidada.

Aproveché que me he sentido muy estresada y solo quiero que uno de los chicos de COD me cuide. ¡Espero que les guste! Va con mucho amor.

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Era un viernes por la noche cuando llegaste del trabajo, tu cabello húmedo y la ropa goteando porque ¡sorpresa! Comenzó a llover, no habías llevado un paraguas y tuviste que correr por todo el estacionamiento, usando unos lindos pero incómodos zapatos de tacón. Tu semblante era tan feroz como el clima, un ceño fruncido que provocaría un dolor de cabeza más tarde y los labios torcidos en una mueca que no aflojó al oler esa rica loción después del afeitado que tu hombre usaba, las notas de un perfume ahumado embriagaron tus sentidos y condujeron tus pasos hacia el pequeño balcón, donde podías atisbar la poderosa fisionomía del susodicho.

Cuando escuchó el golpeteo de los pies en el suelo de madera pulida se volteó, dejando caer el vaso sobre la mesa de cristal y atrayendo toda su atención. Sus ojos, tan profundos e intensos, bebían el contorno de tu figura mientras te quitabas la ropa mojada, dejándola en el suelo sin importarte que parecieras desesperada.

— ¿Algo que te esté molestando, amor? —preguntó, alisando su regazo y tendiéndote la mano para que pudieras sentarse a horcajadas sobre él.

Suspiraste, dejándote caer sobre su cuerpo robusto y cálido, presionando tu rostro en la deliciosa curva de su cuello. Llevaste las manos a su pecho descubierto por la camisa blanca desabrochada, acariciando los pectorales cubierto de vellos que escondían tiernas pecas y cicatrices tenebrosas por toda su piel tostada luego de haber combatido en numerosas guerras.

—Es esa perra en el trabajo de nuevo, no deja de molestar y mis jefes no hacen nada para detenerla —murmuraste, subiendo los delicados dedos para acariciar el contorno de su mandíbula fuerte.

—Amor, solo tienes que decir la palabra y está hecho. No tienes que seguir trabajando cuando soy más que capaz de cuidar de ti y darte todo lo que necesitas —contestó el mayor, su mano izquierda amasando la carne desnuda de sus muslos, mientras que la otra sujetaba tu cuello y te instaba a mantener el contacto visual.

Como un depredador que acecha a su presa, se inclinó y a su vez te acercó por el agarre en tu cuello, para delinear tus labios con su traviesa lengua antes de devorarte en un beso que inició un incendio forestal desde tu pecho hasta tu vientre. La boca del hombre te bebía como el líquido que yacía olvidado a su lado, mordiendo los labios, chupando sensualmente la lengua y comiéndote con abandono, consumido por la pasión reprimida entre tu estresante trabajo y la pila de informes que le esperaba después de cada despliegue.

—No quiero ser una carga para ti… —afirmaste entre besos, enterrando las uñas en su pecho y acariciando la piel lastimada por la fuerza con la que te sujetabas.

Para ese momento, sus manos callosas y experimentadas dirigían los movimientos de tu cuerpo en su regazo, permitiéndote sentir la fuerza de su virilidad que se presionaba deliciosamente contra tu clítoris vestido. La ropa interior húmeda se pegaba a ese lugar que ardía de deseo por tu hombre, que estaba muy ocupado en convencerte para que fueras una buena ama de casa para él y dejarás de sufrir tanto a manos de un trabajo donde no te valoraban.

—Dame la oportunidad y te daré el mundo eterno, amor.

Sus palabras se escucharon como un ronroneo seductor para tus oídos, acompañado de sus manos tirando de las pocas prendas que tenías para desnudarte a sus ojos y hacerte suya nuevamente, esta vez para siempre, mientras planeaba un futuro donde estuvieras llena con sus bebés regordetes y lo esperaras con los brazos abiertos al retirarse.