#nairobi smut

[insidekatmind]

Deal~Berlin (Song Jung-ho)

Wearning: +18,smut

Chaos reigns supreme.

You stand next to the surveillance monitors, your eyes glued to the screens as you try to figure out why the alarm went off. Rio, Tokyo, and Nairobi are with you, tension written across their faces. Suddenly, Nairobi points to a monitor, looking confused.

“Hey, what the hell is wrong with him?”

You meet his gaze, then Rio curses under his breath.

“Damn. This is the last thing we needed. I’m going to go see"

“No. Help Tokyo and Nairobi. I’ll take care of it.”

There’s no time to argue. You rush into the back room, your heart pounding. When you enter, you see him sprawled on the floor, his body wracked with pain. You kneel beside him, trying to figure out what’s happening to him.

“Berlin! Shit, what the hell…”

You instinctively reach into your pocket, pull out the key, and unlock his handcuffs without thinking too much. But the moment his hands are free… he snaps. Too fast.

A sudden blow: his forehead collides violently with yours, making you stagger. You don’t even have time to recover before his fingers, weak but determined, tighten around your neck, using the sleeves of your uniform as an improvised rope.

“Without me, everything falls apart, right, London?”

His voice is hoarse, broken by the effort, but his pride is intact. And that spark of challenge between you… never goes out.

You kick him and with his distraction, you make him lie down on the ground and you go to straddle him. You put one of your hands on his chest while the other takes the knife, which is in your pocket and puts it on his throat. His eyes darken. You can feel his strong muscles tense beneath you, and he grits his teeth. But he doesn’t try to fight against your grip, his gaze fixed on the knife at his neck.

He snorts cynically. "What a lovely view.”His voice is rough, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

"What's wrong with you? You were screaming in pain earlier" you whispered again with the knife at his throat.

He's still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. You feel the warmth of his bare skin beneath your hand, and he lets out a deep sigh before answering.

"Nothing I can't handle," he replies, his tone almost mocking. "But I must say, never thought you'd be on top of me. I might have to reconsider my opinion of you, London."

You blushed at his words. "Answer my question."

He laughs, his eyes roaming over you.

"Or what? Are you going to stab me in the neck?" he asks, arching an eyebrow in challenge.His chest still heaving with effort, he looks up at you. His voice drops to a hoarse whisper."Or is the sight of me beneath you doing something to you, hmm?"

Your cheeks are flushed, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, like a furnace.

His gaze locks onto yours, and he lets out a scoff, shaking his head slightly."You're enjoying this, aren't you? The adrenaline, the power... and the view."

You were about to answer him but you see his hand shaking. "You're sick, right?" you whispered.

His smirk falters for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes at your question. He tries to hide his weakness by forcing a grin, but his hand continues to tremble slightly.

"I've been through worse," he replies defiantly, but his voice lacks its usual confidence. There's a hint of vulnerability there that he desperately tries to conceal.

You take the knife out of his throat and take his shaking hand and give him a massage, the shaking goes away and Berlin is surprised.

Berlin's eyes widen in momentary shock as you take his trembling hand and start massaging it. He had expected defiance, anger, anything but this gesture of genuine care.

He tries to hide his surprise, his gaze fixed on your hands on his. It's as if he's seeing a different side of you that he didn't think existed."You're surprisingly gentle, London," he manages to say, struggling to keep his voice steady.

You don't respond to his comment, solely focused on massaging his hand, your touch firm but careful. You notice how his breathing becomes more labored, his chest rising and falling with each movement of your fingers.

Berlin tries to maintain his composure, but his walls are slowly crumbling under your touch. He swallows hard, his gaze still fixed on your hands.

“I used to be a masseuse and that's why I know how to cure pain,” you whispered.

Berlin raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He can't resist making a cheeky comment.

"A masseuse, huh? So, you're not just beautiful, but also talented with your hands. The question is—"He runs his gaze over your body, a glimmer in his eyes."Where else are you talented with those hands of yours?"

His comment hits a nerve, and you can feel your cheeks flushing slightly. You try to ignore his suggestive gaze, but the heat radiating off his body feels like a furnace, making it impossible to ignore the tension between you.

"Berlin, shut up," you mutter, focusing on massaging his hand, trying to keep your touch steady and professional despite the turmoil inside you.

Berlin's words hang in the air, heavy with implication. His gaze lingers on your body, a clear invitation in his eyes. The atmosphere shifts, charged with a sudden tension that has nothing to do with their earlier struggle.

He reaches up, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, awakening something primal within you.

"I've always wondered..." he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "What it would be like to have those skilled hands of yours all over me."His other hand comes up to rest on your hip, his grip firm and possessive. He pulls you closer, until you can feel the heat of his body against yours."Show me, princess." He smirks.

Your heart rate quickens at his words, the touch of his fingers on your skin setting off a fire within you. You curse inwardly for your body's involuntary reaction to his presence, no matter that you hate him.

You look down at him, his smirk making your blood boil. But there's something about the way he's looking at you, a mix of desire and challenge, that sets your nerves ablaze. You hesitate for a moment, conflicted between your pride and the undeniable attraction to his confidence.

Berlin's breath hitches as you begin to undress him, your hands moving with a sensual grace that sets his skin on fire. He watches you through hooded eyes, his gaze dark with desire.

As your hands roam over his bare chest, he lets out a low groan, his muscles twitching under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension coiled within him like a spring ready to snap.

"Fuck, London..." he murmurs, his voice strained. "Your touch... it's electric."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer until you're pressed against him. He can feel your breasts against his chest, your legs intertwined with his. The contact sends a jolt of pleasure through him.

"More," he demands, his voice a growl. "I want more of you. All of you."His hands slide up your back, pulling at your the robber's suit. He wants to feel your skin against his, to explore every inch of your body with his own hands and mouth."Take it off," he orders you.

Berlin's words and touch ignite a fire within you, your body responding to his every move like a moth to a flame. It's as if all the resentment and hatred you harbored for him have faded into the background, overshadowed by the sheer intensity of the attraction between you.

You hesitate for just a moment, caught between the desire to give in to him and the fear of what would happen next. But the look in his eyes, the raw need and want for you, shatters your resolve.With trembling hands, you begin to undress you.

Berlin's eyes widen as you take off your clothes, revealing your bare breasts. He drinks in the sight of you, his gaze hungry and possessive. When your hand wraps around his erect cock, he lets out a sharp hiss, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Shit, London..." he groans, his head falling back against the floor. "Your hand feels so fucking good."He watches you through halflidded eyes, his breath coming in ragged pants as you jerk him off. The sight of your hand working his cock is incredibly arousing, and he can feel the pleasure building inside him with each stroke."Harder," he demands, his voice rough with need.

You moan softly at the sound of his demand, a strange thrill coursing through you. There's something about the way Berlin talks, the commanding tone in his voice, that lights a fire inside you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoy the way he takes control, the way he makes you feel.

"You're so demanding," you whisper playfully, but there's no hint of defiance or hostility in your voice. Instead, there's a hint of submission, a surrender to the desire that binds you both.

You jerk of harder. You took off your bra putting his cock between your breasts and you raised it and lowered it.

Berlin's eyes roll back as you take his cock between your breasts, the sensation overwhelming. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as you raise and lower your chest, sliding his shaft along the soft, warm flesh.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he chants, his hips thrusting up to meet your movements. "That's it, princess. Use those beautiful tits of yours. Milk my cock."

His breathing becomes erratic, his body tensing as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. He's close, so close to the edge. With a final thrust, he buries himself between your breasts, his cock pulsing as he comes, hot seed spilling over your chest.

"London!" he cries out, his voice hoarse with release. "Oh, god, yes!"He collapses back onto the floor, his chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face.

As Berlin catches his breath, he looks up at you with a lazy, contented smile. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast, smearing his own release across your skin.

"Mmm, you're a sight to behold, princess," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Covered in my cum, your tits glistening... It's a fucking masterpiece."

He sits up, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you onto his lap. His stillhard cock nestles against your core, and he grinds against you, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

"But you know what would make this even better?" he asks, his breath hot against your neck. "Having you ride me, taking my cock deep inside your tight little pussy. I want to feel you come undone on top of me, screaming my name."His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm globes as he lifts his hips, pressing his erection against your entrance.

You moan softly at the feel of him against you and, without thinking too much, you start kissing him, in a passionate, hungry kiss, that shows the want you have for him. He starts kissing you back, his hands starting to roam all over your body.

“Berlin…” You call him, before you keep kissing him, he is just like addictive, the way he is making you feel…

Berlin's eyes flash with desire as he feels your wetness against his cock. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you, and the knowledge sends a thrill through him.

"Don't keep me waiting, princess," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "Take what's yours. Impale yourself on my cock and ride me until we both forget our own names."

He leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispers, "I want to feel you stretch around me, your walls clamping down on my shaft as I fill you up. I want to watch your face as I make you come over and over again."

You shiver, feeling Berlin’s words as if they were something physical, and you start kissing him again, more intense. You try not to think about what you are doing, and the fact that he is Berlin, but how you are feeling, just his lips against yours, it’s starting to drive you mad… how his hands are on you…

He starts kissing your neck, and you let out a moan, he knows he is giving you goosebumps. He is making you lose all your control.

You ride him and in the meantime you take his cum on your tits with your fingers and bring it into your mouth licking it.

Berlin's eyes widen in shock and arousal as he watches you bring his cum to your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick it off your fingers. The sight is incredibly erotic, and it spurs him on, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts.

"Fuck, London!" he groans, his head falling back as you ride him. "You're fucking insatiable. I love it."His hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts, gripping your hips, pulling you down harder onto his cock.

Berlin's eyes lock onto your bouncing breasts, his gaze hungry and possessive. He reaches up, his hands cupping the heavy globes, squeezing them roughly as you continue to ride him.

"God, your tits are perfect," he growls, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. "I could spend hours playing with them, sucking on them, marking them as mine."He leans forward, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You shiver and let out a soft cry, he knows how to make you feel, even if he drives you crazy all the time. He knows how to make you feel like this…

He starts biting your neck, and leaving hickeys in your breasts… he keeps doing it, to mark you, to show you that you are his…

Berlin's eyes flash with desire as he watches your tongue dart out, a moan escaping your lips. The sight and sound of your pleasure only fuels his own, his hips thrusting up to meet your every move.

"That's it, princess," he murmurs against your breast, his voice muffled. "Let me hear how much you love my cock. How much you need it."

He switches to your other nipple, sucking hard, his teeth tugging at the sensitive flesh.

“So big” you moaned as you bounced on his cock.

Berlin's ego swells at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face as he feels your tight walls clenching around his thick shaft.

"That's right, baby," he purrs, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I'm the biggest you've ever had. And I'm going to fill you up so fucking deep, you'll be feeling me for days."He starts thrusting up into you harder, faster, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with each movement.

“Yes,” you moaned, taking his whole cock. “So good.”

Berlin's grin widens at your words, his confidence soaring. He loves hearing you praise his size, knowing that he's the only one who can fill you up like this.

"You take it so well, princess," he praises, his voice husky with desire. "Your pussy was made for my cock. So tight, so perfect."He sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth possessively.

You kiss him with your tongue as you rotate your hips to take more of his cock.

Berlin groans into the kiss as you rotate your hips, taking him even deeper. The sensation is incredible, and he can feel his orgasm building rapidly.

"Fuck, London," he pants against your lips. "You're going to make me come. I'm so close..."

His hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks as he starts to thrust up into you with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts.

"Come with me, princess," he demands, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I fill you up. Milk me dry..."

“I love your cock so much,” you moaned as you alternated rolling your hips and bouncing.

Berlin's eyes roll back as you bounce on his cock, your words driving him wild with desire. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you, to be inside you, to hear you moan his praises.

"Fuck, yes!" he shouts, his hips slamming up to meet your every move. "I love your pussy too, princess. It's fucking perfect. So tight, so wet, so fucking mine!"

His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. He's so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"Come on, baby," he growls, his voice strained. "

You moaned and took more. “Yes, yes, yes” you said with each rotation of your hips on his cock.

Berlin's control snaps at your enthusiastic response. With a roar, he flips you onto your back, his hips pounding into you with wild abandon.

"Take it, princess!" he snarls, his eyes blazing with possessive fury. "Take every fucking inch of my cock. You're mine, do you hear me? MINE!"

His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged as he chases his release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck, marking you as his.

"Come for me, London!" he demands, his voice a guttural growl. "Squeeze my cock and milk me dry. NOW!"

You moaned at his words as you came. Berlin feels your walls clamp down on his cock like a vice as you come, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills his seed.

"London!" he cries out, his voice hoarse with release. "Fuck, yes! Take it all, princess. Every last drop..."

He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent, marking you as his.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated. "I've never felt anything like that before. You're... you're perfect."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. There's a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely shows, a hint of the man beneath the arrogant facade.

You look at him, trying to understand his expression, it’s not the smirk he usually does or anything… it’s… something else.

He starts tracing his fingers down your spine, in a way that’s almost… gentle? He doesn’t say anything, but he keeps his dark gaze fixed on you. For once in his life he doesn’t show any superiority or power, instead he shows you… he shows you the real Berlin.

You feel something in your chest when you look at this part of him, the gentleness, the almost... sweet attention, so different compared to how he usually treats you.

Berlin's fingers keep tracing down your spine, and then he starts to leave small kisses on your shoulder. It's not like he was biting you earlier, this is different, much more romantic. He keeps leaving kisses on your skin, until he reaches your neck.

Berlin's kisses move further up your throat, to your chin, and finally he captures your lips in a soft, tender kiss. This wasn't like any of the kisses he'd given you before, there's no heat or hunger, just a gentle intensity.

He breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes are soft, almost vulnerable, and there's a hint of something else, something you can't quite place.

You cuddled up to him as you tried to recover from your orgasm.

Berlin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he cradled you against his chest. He ran his fingers idly over your skin, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

For the first time since you've known him, Berlin was quiet and just... content with you.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady thudding of his heart beneath your ear. Despite the intensity of what had just happened between you, there was a strangely peaceful air in the room.

Berlin's hand continued to trace lazy patterns on your back, the touch surprisingly gentle and almost soothing. It was a stark contrast to his usual arrogance and aggression, but you found yourself enjoying this softer side of him.

“We still hate each other, right?” you whispered into his chest.

Berlin's chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you spoke. He lifted his head and looked down at you, his dark gaze meeting yours.

"Of course we do," he replied, his voice soft. "I still think you're a pain in the ass, and I'm sure you still think I'm a cocky bastard. That's not going to change."

He ran his fingers through your hair, the gesture surprisingly tender. "But right now, I'm enjoying this. It's... nice."

You smiled and nodded cuddling more. "Yeah, I still think you're an asshole but it feels good." You whispered.

Berlin chuckled again, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapped securely around you.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he replied, his tone almost teasing. "But hey, I can't deny that I enjoy having you in my arms. It's a nice change of pace from the constant insults and power struggles."

"You're not so bad yourself, princess," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "I might even go as far as to say I enjoy our little... tiffs. They keep things interesting."

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours. There's a hint of something deeper in his gaze, a flicker of emotion that he quickly masks with a smirk.

"But don't get used to it," he adds, his tone playful but with an underlying seriousness. "I still hate you. Just... a little less than before."

Berlin's smirk widens at your giggle, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual arrogant facade. He leans into your touch, savoring the gentle caress of your hand on his chest.

"Well, well," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Looks like we've both softened up a bit. Who would've thought?"

He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so that you're facing each other. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips.

"I think I like this side of you, princess," he says softly, his gaze intense. "The one that giggles and strokes my chest. It's... nice."

His other hand slides down to your hip, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

"Maybe we should have these little... truces more often."

You smiled. “We found a cure for our frustration,” you said, amused.

Berlin's eyes light up at your words, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.

"Ah, so that's what this is," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "A cure for frustration. I like the sound of that."

His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing the firm globe possessively. "And I must say, it's a very effective cure. I feel... much better now."

He pulls back slightly, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in every detail. "But you know what they say about prevention being better than cure, don't you?"

His thumb traces your lower lip, his eyes darkening with desire. "Maybe we should... keep testing this cure. Just to be sure it works every time."

His other hand slides up your side, his fingers brushing the underside of your breast.

Berlin's eyes flash with heat as he continues his sensual exploration of your body. His hand moves to cup your breast, his thumb circling your nipple teasingly.

"I want to fuck you again, princess," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Over and over, until we're both exhausted and satisfied. Until there's no doubt in either of our minds that this cure works perfectly."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushes into your mouth, claiming you, possessing you. His hand on your ass pulls you flush against him, grinding his growing erection against your stomach.

"Tell me you want it too," he demands against your lips.

You moaned softly into his mouth, his touch and words sending shivers through your body. You couldn't deny that you desired him, despite everything that had happened between you.

"Yes, I want it," you whispered, your voice hoarse with arousal. "I need you."

His words still burned in your mind - until there's no doubt in either of our minds that this cure works perfectly. You couldn't help but feel a slight ping of worry, a hint of doubt. But his touch and his desire made it hard to resist him.

[writingbyshiloh]

Medical Drill

Summary: Just more Team Germany stuff in the Toledo House

CW: smoking, FEM! Reader (referred to as “pretty lady”), general Berlin-ness, secret relationships, implied previous smut

AN: I ADORE Moscow so he’s featured in this. If it is disjointed it's bc I wrote half a month ago and another half while making bread. No beta. @soraya-daydreams <3.

WC: 1.65

You rub your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of your room and what must have happened to wake you up so fast. The curtain you drew last night is firmly in place, all your belongings are where they should be. You start to lay your head back down. You bolt upright when you hear another knock on your door followed by the Professor stage whispering. 

“Vienna! We need you! Something happened to Moscow! He can’t breathe!” 

There is a high chance it’s a drill. You tell yourself. If something is wrong, he will be in your room shaking you awake. 

With a sigh, you heave yourself out of your bed and start rummaging through the “medical kits” scattered around your room. The real ones for the heist are still being assembled, so you have old books ranging from Care and Keeping of Farm Animals, to Don Quixote, labelled by which kit they are and the supposed contents. The order of them generally goes from the head down, no.1 being head injuries, no.2 and no.3 being neck and heart respectively. You pluck no.4 - lungs - off the floor and sprint out of your room. The hall is quiet, meaning Moscow must be at the checkpoint with the Professor. 

You wince slightly as the steps creek while you run down them. But if you can’t get any sleep, you don’t feel back about the others waking up. Stumbling out the house door you don't even register the temperature change and just keep running. 

Moscow and the Professor are sitting at the outside table quietly talking, while every few seconds the Professor looks at his stopwatch. The night is warm with a clear sky so they don’t seem to mind being awake. You run faster outside, trying to make up for lost time. Slaming the “medical kit” on the table you look up at the Professor (ignoring his wincing at how you treat the medical kit) to get your reaction time. 

“This says number 5 on it.” Moscow tells you. You almost break your neck with how fast you turn your head to look at the book. You see the clear Medical Kit 4 label and look back at Moscow to see if he actually is having a medical emergency. He lets out a small laugh and pats your arm as if to apologize for pranking you. You feel yourself smile despite the early hours of the morning. 

“I’m just messing with you. You did well.” He says. You don’t have it in you to be mad at him, and lightly push his shoulder to let him know you see the funny side. 

“Well, good yes. It’s faster than last week's drill. However, in a heist, every moment is crucial to treat the hostages.” The professor tells you moving his fist to articulate his point. Pulling out a seat you sit next to Moscow, who offers you a cigarette. You nod and he hands you one and his lighter. You force yourself to nod and pay attention to the impromptu lecture knowing you’ll never have to work again in a few months.  

The professor only has a few more comments, things you make mental notes about to try next time before he bids you a good (but quite early) morning and leaves to prepare for the class day. 

“Thanks for doing this,” you say quietly. 

“I used to wake up at 4 in the morning for the mines. This is nothing for me.” Moscow tells you. 

“Mind if I sit with you for a moment? I’m wide awake now, I don’t think I could sleep.” 

Moscow nods and you lapse into a comfortable silence. Moscow is kind to you and praises you in front of Denver for getting an education to gently tease his son. He has ended up being your partner for many heist-related team exercises. At first, it was because his son kept ditching him to team up with Nairobi or Tokyo, but now you prefer to work with him over anyone else. Berlin is a close second. 

“How are things going with your boyfriend?” He asks lighting up another cigarette. You frown thinking over his words while you watch the cherry of the cigarette burn. You don’t tell anyone about previous partners you’ve had before joining the heist, trying to keep going through with the future and ignoring your past. 

“My who?” 

Moscow turns his head to see if you’re joking with him. When he seems you’re not he continues “C'mon, you know. The other half of Team Germany.” He adds extra empathy to the team bit. 

You drop your gaze down to your cigarette in the ashtray. Moscow places his hand on your shoulder and gives it a small squeeze. You like Moscow, he’s like one of those uncles who aren’t blood-related but always there for you. He dances with you after three beers and tells you corny jokes. 

“I, um, we have been ‘seeing each other’ for a few months.” You say, using air quotes to describe the nature of your relation to the leader of the heist. Moscow shows no anger or judgement, just his kind eyes so you keep going. 

“It’s supposed to be causal. And I’m keeping it that way ‘cause who knows what will happen inside the mint. I can see why he was married five times. Part of me wants to go along with it, even after the heist. But I can't risk ruining the money.” 

“Are you going to tell him?” 

You sigh, watching the wind blow through the bushes. You tell yourself you will but there are so many what-ifs it's hard. 

“I’ll decide when we're all on the boat.”

Moscow looks like he has something to add, but isn't sure if he should say it. When he opens his mouth to speak, all that comes out is a bad cough. You rub your hand over his back as he hunches over, carefully watching and waiting before you offer him water or a cough suppressant. Much to your dismay, he resisted, trying to get back to the conversation between you. 

"What were you saying?" he asks. 

"I can't remember." you lie, and Moscow is kind enough to understand the topic of the conversation entirely. 

“Let me cheer you up. Have you heard the one about the doctor and the teacup?" 

You turn to look at him, excited for whatever it could be. 

“Darling, you look exhausted,” Naririobi says joining you at the table for a lunch break. You nod slowly as if each movement is exhausting you, which isn't far from the truth. 

“There was a medical drill last night. I couldn’t sleep after.” You tell her. She nods sympathetically as you reach for another glass of water. 

“Go and nap. I’ll wake you before class starts,” she says. Thanking her you push your chair into the table and start to make your way to the stairs. 

You’re so close to your bed that you can almost feel the soft pillow under your head when a hand reaches for your wrist. Too tired to question or pull your hand back you just follow the hand to an arm clad in an expensive suit jacket, to a handsome face. 

You blink slowly, not to be seductive but to try and get some moisture back into your tired eyes. It helps but also puts you closer to an eye twitch.

“Hey pretty lady, where are you going?” he asks quietly. Everyone else is downstairs eating or outside to enjoy the summer but you appreciate his commitment to keeping it hidden. 

“To bed.” 

You watch his lips curve into a sharp smile, thinking you’re going to take him with you. 

“In the middle of the day? When is everyone awake? That’s risky for you.” He gently twists your wrist so he can kiss the back of your hand. “I like it.” 

“I’m going to my bed, alone, to nap,” you correct him, making no moves to pull your wrist back.

“How much time did the Professor say was an efficient nap? 20 minutes?” he twists his wrist to check his watch, shaking your arm in the process. “You can nap and we still have another 30 to spend together.” 

He chuckles as you shift your weight, seriously considering his proposal. 

The rapid heavy thumps of footsteps on the stairs make Berlin drop your hand and turn around. You bend at your side to peep over his shoulder to see who is coming. Denver comes into view first, with Moscow starting to loom behind him. 

You see Denver nudge Moscow to start speaking, some questions addressed to Berlin, something about the phone that will be wired to the Professor. 

“As you can see, I’m talking to Vienna right now,” Berlin says, turning back to you. He looks apologetic that your time together will have to be cut short. 

You wave a hand in front of your face. “I have to nap anyway. We'll continue this later?” 

Berlin smiles at your words, hearing the subtext in them and nodding in agreement. Turning back to the other men, you’re sure he’s still smiling. As he and Denver descend the stairs, Moscow catches your eye and gives you a friendly wink. One that just screams I was young once too. 

Face burning, you rush into your room, kick off your shoes and settle into bed. Even though you know you won’t be able to fall asleep now.  

[belli5]

Africa — King Kenny

Pairing: king Kenny x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, cutie animals (or dangerous), nun. Based on this request. Also I changed it up a bit, because beta squad doesn’t really have any dangerous animals in videos, they’re just scared of everything.

Summary: in which, beta squad were 50 hours in Africa and you went along with them, going to safari and helping them learn about animals.

A/n: Sorry for my beta girlie who had to wait so long for this. I had written little bit of smut at the end, but then I felt it wasn’t needed in this story so I deleted it.

Masterlist

The beta squad were going to Africa for 3 days or 50 hours. They are gonna do some challenges or just things kids do there as in school or play football and they are gonna go to safari aswell, they suggested you to come with them so of course you agreed.

When we landed in Kenya, we were greeted by some great people and they also had pretty flower bouquet for each one of us.

A taller guy than you gave you the bouquet, “oh thank you so much.” You smiled at him, and he went to give someone else the other bouquet he had.

When we were finally leaving the airport with the people who greeted us here, you all got into a car sitting down between Kenny and Aj.

“Here,” Kenny from beside you said, “you can have these.” Giving you his bouquet of flowers. You thought it was so cute.

“Aww, thank you so much.” You thanked him and leaned into him.

“Yeah, guys can you stop being so corny infront of us and the camera?” Aj called you both out. You saw the camera towards you both and shook your head.

“Shut up, Aj.” You said.

First you all arrived at your first location, where you would just eat, the people also welcomed you very nicely, they had the Uk and Kenya’s flag.

It was so cute, they singed a song for us while we just vibed, honestly overall it was so nice dancing with them. Also they cheered for everything, more welcoming than the Uk.

“Kenny won his last fight.” Sharky said, and everyone started cheering, yelling ‘yeahhh’

“Guys, guys,” Niko interrupted “I’ve got two socks on.” Everyone started cheering again and yelling ‘yeah’ you laughed at it.

“You guys,” Aj said “Niko’s breath stinks.” Everyone started cheering again, even Niko.

Niko wanted to revenge, “Aj’s three foot tall.” Everyone cheered once again. And Aj just got inside laughing.

After eating the amazing food, we had to go to our second location, which was Ematsayi primary school, where again amazing kids we had to teach today, were waiting for us.

The beta squad teached them the “say good, good, good” song, we obviously all love.

“Aj as a teacher,” Chunkz began “is mental.”

“I’m the best teacher.” Aj stated. “And the best student.”

“You might aswell start.” Niko pointed at Aj, “This is your teacher ‘mr. Triangle’ everyone say hello mr. Triangle” Niko introduced Aj to the kids.

All the kids repeated Niko “Hello mr. Triangle” all the guys and you started laughing while Aj thanked them.

“What’s his name?” Niko asked, now he was doing it on purpose, but it still was funny.

“Mr. Triangle.” All the kids said.

It was now the last day in Africa, the third day and we were in Nairobi where the guys were going to a safari for the last challenge. The people greeted us with flowers again.

For the last challenge the guys had to do an animal bingo, basically each of them had to pick three animals they think will be in the safari and whoever saw the three animals first, wins.

First animal we saw was chimpanzee, which was picked by Sharky so he had two more to go. “Come on, tell us something about chimpanzees y/n.” Sharky asked you.

“I dunno, chimpanzees have the ability to learn human’s language, such as sign language.” You told them, not sure what to say, but they expected something from you, as you work with animals. “But chimpanzees are only found in Africa so I don’t know much.”

“That’s actually really interesting.”

“That’s why I picked chimpanzees.” Sharky says, probably referring to the fact that they’re only in Africa.

We saw other animals small animals no one picked, we saw a tortoise and he almost, just almost made it to grass, Niko even said it was just as slow as Chunkz on football pitch.

“Y/n, what’s the difference between tortoise and turtle?” Kenny asked, honestly there was not much of a difference.

“Hmm.. there’s not much, except turtles usually spend their time in water while tortoises spend their time on land.” You said, “Also tortoises have more rounded and domed shells where turtles have thinner, more water dynamic shells.”

“Great. So it looks like we’re gonna know more information about animals today,” Aj talked to the camera, “as we have Y/n and she works with animals, so she knows more than us.”

You smiled at Aj talking. Next we saw elephant signs, but unfortunately there was no elephants as the driver or the owner told us, so there was no point for Niko.

Aj saw a Hippo in water, which he was surprised to and happy, he even applauded and gave you few high fives.

You wanted to tell them something about hippos so you spoke, “Guys did you know that Hippos thrive underwater? They can hold their breath for an average of five minutes.”

“And that’s just average?” Niko asked, to what you nodded.

“Mhm. That’s long enough to take walks along lakebed and riverbed floors.” You added.

“No wonder their nickname is ‘river horse’!” Chunkz joked. Also Aj was in the lead right now, so he only needs to see a tiger and he has won.

We next saw ostrich, which was on Sharkys list, now Kenny on the other hand was definitely not winning this challenge, because he has not seen a single animal he named, he named most animals you can’t see here.

The driver said that giraffes are coming up, so Chunkz of course got happy because giraffe is on his list, “ohh,” he yelled-sang, “he said giraffes, I see the giraffes.” Chunkz said looking at everyone, honestly it was cute how excited he was.

“I see giraffes with long necks.” Chunkz continued to sing.

“Look.” You pointed “it’s Niko’s siblings.”

“And that’s the fact for giraffes?” Niko laughed, and you nodded “yeah, horror.”

“Are we going to see a seal today?” Kenny asked the driver.

“If we go to South Africa.” The driver told him, Kenny laughing at his answer.

“Aye Kenny you’re not winning this.” You said wrapping your arm around his shoulder jokingly.

The journey continued, we saw more animals, they continued to ask you questions about some animals, but none of them were on the guy’s bingo cards, we drives past cheetah, but Chunkz didn’t saw it so there was no point for him.

It was already now getting dark, it was already 7pm and as we were getting ready to leave we saw a giraffe on road, it was actually so close, and it was even taller closer.

“I wanna touch it.” Kenny said.

“Kenny!” You called out, “it is not permitted touching the giraffe sadly.”

“Why not?” They asked.

“Just for safety reasons.” You smiled, not wanting to cause trouble for the giraffe or anyone else. The giraffe was really close so you could take a picture of it.

It was completely dark now, and y’all saw none of the animals, but mosquitoes. “Ai all we’ve got now is mosquitoes,” Niko said “just going in my eyes.”

“Ai who hit me wallahi..” Aj complained and it was most likely Chunkz who was hitting the mosquitoes away.

“Wasn’t me.” Chunkz quickly defended himself.

“It’s probably because of that damn bright light you have..” you complained, “if it would’ve been turned off, they wouldn’t attack us so much..” you rolled your eyes.

“Well we can’t film in dark’.” Kenny says , at your sudden attitude, probably because you were getting mad of the mosquitoes sucking your blood.

Niko talked to the camera like he always does, like he’s crazy, while everyone else just tried to not fall as the car we were in was going side to side from the awful road.

Kenny was squishing Aj as Aj was laying almost on Sharky and Chunkz, you got up and went next to Niko, because you’d rather talk to the camera than be squished.

Aj had won the challenge even tho as Sharky and Chunkz also had 2 animals, but Aj was the first one to reach two points.

It was finally the time to go back home, honestly you were excited to go home, but on the other hand you didn’t wanna leave Kenya.

But landing in Uk back, you and Kenny both went home straight because all you wanted to do was go home and get under the sheets with Kenny.

[findroleplay]

Hi there!🐈‍⬛ 18f interested in some tv show/kdrama rps (18+)

○I do love detailed rps and them beeing long term too.I do literate to semi-lit and can go up to a pharagraph

○Looking for OC x CC as I have a fem oc

○I can do smut but you must be 18+ no minors please!

○I will write down the fandoms and who I am looking for to play against

○tv series

House of the dragon

Rhaenyra ,Alicent

Game of Thrones

Daenerys ,Sansa ,Cersei

The Conjuring

Lorraine Warren ,Lorraine x Ed x Oc

○Kdramas

Parasyte :The Grey

Jeong Su-in ,Choi Jun-kyung

Squid Game

Kang Sae-Byeok

Sweet Home

Anyone from s1 and s2

My Name

Yoon Ji-woo

The Glory

Moon Dong-Eun ,Park Yeon-jin ,Joo Yeo-jeong

Mask Girl

Kim Mo-Mi

Money Heist :Korea

Tokyo ,Rio ,Nairobi ,Berlin

Kingdom: Ashin of the North/ Kingdom

Ashin ,Lee Chang Seo-bi

○The rp can take place in dms or on Discord I have no preferance at that

○Almost all of the shows have darker themes you most be okay with all of them. I dont wanna leave anything out of them

○We can also talk about plots in dms cause I love getting to know my rp partners

○If you might be interested you can leave a like and I will come back to you!

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[naranjafruitdrink]

Rules//Fandoms i write for//Information

Information: A Sideblog conncetion to my Main Blog - with the Focus on Netflix Series Show (for the Moment mostly Money Heist and Élite) Here you can find Head Canons and short One Shots.

-> Rules: I write Requests when i have the Motivation, Muse and Time for it, if something dosen´t fit i either answer the Request with a short Note or delete it. I have no Problem in writing fem reader and male reader so if you want to see that in your Request please write it down as well. I mostly write fluff, Angst and Fear - but i also try to get my writing skills towards Smut and darker Topics. So some Posts will be 18+ , i will put TW in each Posts.

-> Fandoms-Characters i write for (if a character is not listed, don´t be shy to ask, i will add more characters to the List by Time ) : - Money Heist (La Casa de Papel) -> Berlin, Nairobi, the Professor, Alicia Sierra - Élite -> Samuel García Domínguez, Guzmán Nunier Osuna, Lucrecia Montesinos Hendrich, Carla Rosón Caleruega

[carladuquette]

I was tagged by @dragonsoftheeast to write about my writing - thank you!!! If you know me, you know I love to go on about this, so be prepared, this is a long one.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

15

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

312,657

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Elite Elite Elite, baby. I have one Money Heist fic (Nairobi, la puta madre para siempre 🔥) and one Class fic, but that's an Elite remake, sooo… I'm pretty much a one-trick pony haha.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Close your eyes, count to ten (duh); The ties were black, the lies were white (next chapter coming soon!); Midnights in October; Summer state of mind; It's the most wonderful time of the year

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I'm so grateful for comments and love chatting with people about their thoughts, the characters, my interpretation of them, etc.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I don't know that I really do angsty endings. Lots of angsty stories and chapter endings, for sure. But the ending-ending is usually at least hopeful, or perhaps melancholy. Maybe Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Fics like Midnights in October or Best Friends Forever are sad, but I wouldn't say the ending is angsty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Close your eyes, count to ten! No way was I going to give Lu anything but the happiest ending after everything I put her through ❤️

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No! Honestly surprising considering I write so much VaLu and they're a little controversial, but I guess I got into Elite fic when the fandom was already pretty small, so not that many people were around to care anymore, haha.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Only very brief scenes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Midnights in October is a ghost story (that's really a story about friendship) inspired by The Haunting of Bly Manor. And, uh, 12 points go to… is kind of a crossover with the Eurovision Song Contest? But my only real crossover is I put a spell on you, Hocus Pocus with the Elite characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Lu and Valerio will always have my heart.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a laaarge number of story ideas that only exist in my head, but I don't have any unfinished WIPs right now. I'd like to think I'll end whatever it is I started, even if it may take me forever 🙃

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm good with plotting- I have good ideas that I can turn into fairly good stories, I'd like to think. I give different characters room to grow, or at least give them little moments to shine, too, not just my favorites/ main characters. With characters I know well, I can make them "make sense"- dig into their motivations, their character traits, how they've been treated and have it be clear (maybe not for the characters around them, but for the reader) why they act the way they do and why they make certain decisions, even when they're bad decisions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

There are some physical reactions people have that I repeat too often. I love angsty drama and in longer stories, I put in so much sometimes that it loses its effect a little, I think. I'd like to be able to write more lyrically, but I can't, so most of my stuff is pretty straight-forward. And I can't write good smut to save my life.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I personally don't believe in it. The occasional pet name or whatever thrown in is fine, but apart from that it a) doesn't make much sense to me; whatever language you write it, to me it's implied that this is the characters' mother tongue- like, I write in English, but the Elite characters live in Madrid, so the assumption is that they all speak Spanish, which would make switching to actual Spanish weird. And b) it's more work for readers then having to use online translators to figure out what people are saying.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I started to put down a Grey's Anatomy fic about Izzie and Denny yeeears ago that didn't go anywhere.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Obviously Close your eyes, count to ten will always be my baby. I spent close to three years with the characters and I'm proud of the story. But depending on the day and my mood I have other favorite fics, too.

I tag @dhyanshiva and @cangse-sanren, two incredibly talented Class fic writers. I can't think of any other mutuals who write, but if you do and that has escaped me (apologies), PLEASE DO THIS TOO! I'm serious- all fic writers, feel tagged!

[squishmittenficfan]

Thanks so much for the tag, @lilolilyr! This is a really interesting one 😀

I just wish I knew how to do the fancy little title links to everything I’m talking about…

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

A tiny amount in comparison to many, but I’m proud of my 32 works! Considering I’ve had a couple of huge gaps in writing and posting, I’m happy I even got past thirty!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

233,653

93.7k in 2018

91.2k in 2019

0 in 2020 Yup, one of those writing gaps was massive!

23.2k in 2021

22.5k in 2022

2834 in 2023 I had to drag those words out as @lilolilyr knows too well, with all my whinging!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Berena. I can’t imagine finding the voice inside my head for any other 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fight For - 968

You gotta rub me the right way! - 625

Murder on the streets of Holby - 611

Running Away (together) - 470

There’s The Rub - 233

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely yes. When my stupid brain wanted nothing to do with fic in 2020, one of the things I felt bad about was all the unanswered comments. I like to acknowledge anyone who has taken the time to not only read what I’ve written, but also been kind enough to comment. I know it gets said a lot, but even an emoji left on a chapter or one shot genuinely makes my day! I used to get horribly hung up on comments and kudos, and would get a bit upset if something I posted didn’t get much attention. After my break in posting I became far more chilled about it. I primarily write things that I want to read, so as long as I’m happy with a fic, that’s all that matters. Comments and kudos are just icing on the AO3 cake.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t do unresolved angst! The closest I’ve come is ‘Parting is such sweet sorrow’ because it was for Berena Appreciation Week 2018, and the prompt was angst. It was my take on Serena, in Nairobi, receiving the call from Hanssen, asking her to return to Holby. In my mind, we knew it didn’t spell the end of her relationship with Bernie, so the sad and mildly angsty ending didn’t count.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Everything? 😆

Seriously though, probably ‘Running Away (together)’ because it ended up being the start of the series that saw Serena and Bernie getting married and properly settling down together.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

I think I had one fic get a couple of 💩 comments, but that was when there was a period where there was a contingent of Serena haters who just had to make themselves known. If I recall correctly, I basically replied telling them to fuck off (in the hope they’d used a legit email address and would see my responses!) then deleted the comments…

9. Do you write smut?

I have done. I find it very, very difficult though, and essentially used my first venture into smut as a template for the second and third. It does NOT come easily (ahem!)

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope. Again, I can’t imagine feeling like I could ‘hear’ any other characters well enough.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. I can’t imagine anything I’ve written would be a big enough target for anyone to bother.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Berena, obvs!

I’m also reading a LOT of Rizzles these days.

Way, way back in the mists of time, I read a lot of Bad Girls. Also some Willow/Tara and 7/Janeway.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

My desert island fic - ‘Bernie Wolfe-Born Survivor’ I desperately want it written, but can’t imagine my brain cooperating, sadly. It would need to be a multi-chapter, and I struggled hard enough to squeeze 2834 words out of my brain this year!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. My ladies do love to talk! Quite a few people also seem to comment on the humour in my fics, so that as well I guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut.

Plus just writing anything at all these days. 😕

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Erm… as in including lines in a different language to the main body of the story? It can be frustrating, but if you’re on AO3 and using Chrome (yes, yes I know!) you can just highlight the text and get it translated easily enough. Not so much on FFnet of course…

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Posted - Berena are my one and only, my OTP…

However, I did dip my toe, many years ago, into trying to write a Bad Girls fic. I didn’t get far at all before it stalled. It only took me nearly twenty years to try again!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I honestly like everything I’ve written. I wouldn’t have posted it otherwise!

I think I’m most proud of good old Dead Ed (aka Murder on the streets of Holby) though. As well as being my longest, it also has the most complex storyline and took a fair amount of planning out. From someone who very much winged most things up until that point, it was a bit daunting. Plus the worry that people might find the reveal of the murderer disappointing was a bit stressful, I must admit!

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1. How many works do you have on ao3? 2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 3. What fandoms do you write for? 4. What are your top five fics by kudos? 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 8. Do you get hate on fic? 9. Do you write smut? 10. Do you write crossovers? 11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? 15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? 16. What are your writing strengths? 17. What are your writing weaknesses? 18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 19. First fandom you wrote for? 20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I’m not going to tag anyone, but I do recommend anyone who writes and has the time, to do it… it’s fun looking at the stats and thinking about all things fic related!

Thanks again for the tag, @lilolilyr, I really did enjoy this 😁

[ao3feed-berlermo]

twin skeletons (hotel in toledo)

twin skeleton’s (hotel in toledo) https://archiveofourown.org/works/62439436 by Brittnodo Boredom is a terrible disease, it rots brains from the inside out, and when Martín is bored things tend to explode. With the imminent arrival of his best friend’s brother, chaos is sure to follow and to keep them out of trouble, his best friend hatches a plan to keep them occupied while he works on the finishing touches to the brilliant, world-altering heist he’s dedicated his life to. Martín isn’t sure he wants to spend months repairing a rundown villa in Toledo but Sergio says it will be good for him to finally meet Andrés – because it’s good that Martín is going to be trapped, alone, with a freshly divorced man he’s never met before. That can only end in murder…or worse, heartbreak. Or, the AU where Sergio and Martín meet first, become best friends and the entire universe shifts to accommodate their combined egos…and time really does bring Martín and Andrés back together. Words: 5582, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: La casa de papel | Money Heist (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Palermo | Martín Berrote, Professor | Sergio Marquina, Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa, Nairobi | Ágata Jiménez Relationships: Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote, Palermo | Martín Berrote & Professor | Sergio Marquina, Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa & Professor | Sergio Marquina Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Male Friendship, Getting to Know Each Other, Falling In Love, Religious Discussion, Manipulation, Past Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Behavior, basically Andrés and Martín can’t be normal and talk about like…the weather, Eventual Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Daddy and mommy issues galore via AO3 works tagged 'Berlin | Andrés de Fonollosa/Palermo | Martín Berrote' https://archiveofourown.org January 23, 2025 at 04:31AM

[depressopax]

24 Hours - Nairobi Smut

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

Pairing: Nairobi x female reader Genre: Smut (kinda hurt/comfort too) Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Reader is referred to as “woman/girl” and feminine pet names. Spanish words (Lmk if I got any wrong!) Dom!Nairobi/Sub!reader, praise and degradation. Insults (reader referred to as “slut”. Fingering - reader receiving and oral. Rough sex, strap-on toys (referred to as “fake-cock”). Cuss words, mentions of alcohol/drunkenness. Nairobi being kinda possessive.  Words: 1.3K Summary: Nairobi and reader spend the night before the heist together English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! &lt;3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

After twisting and turning in bed all night, you accept defeat. How are you supposed to sleep when the heist is in less than one day?

The five months spent in the Toledo House felt so long, yet went by so quickly.

Although you feel totally safe with the Professor's plan you still know what could go wrong. 

A soft knock on the door distracts you from the increasing anxiety.

“You up, Athens?”

Nairobi. Your heart skips a beat and you tip-toe to the door, letting your lover in. She’s wearing beige pajamas in satin and her dark hair is out. She smiles at you and quietly takes a seat on your bed. Once the door is closed again the two of you sit quietly. The anxiety is once again occupying your mind. 

“You’re shaking.” 

“Hmm?”

She places a warm and firm palm on top of your thigh to stop your leg from bouncing. Tilting your head, Nairobi makes you meet her brown eyes. 

“Talk to me, mi princesa” 

“I’m just worried about the heist.” You sigh and look at her like hypnotized. “But I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

Her lips curl and the grip on your thigh gets tighter. 

“What you wanna do, princesa?” 

You close the distance between the two of you, meeting in a tender kiss. 

No personal relationships. Was one of the rules for the heist. Unfortunately, Nairobi and you fell in love. You’ve been very discreet the entire time tho. You know how important the heist is for Nairobi, with her plan of finding her son. She’s a perfectionist and has been able to focus on the heist, despite what she has with you. Surprisingly she manages it well. 

Two months ago you ended up in bed together after dinner and had drunk sex. 

Never again. You promised each other, which lasted a week. After that, the Friends-with-benefits deal had turned into something deeper and more intimate. You haven’t really discussed the relationship and plan after the Royal Mint Heist, both afraid to ruin the beautiful feelings growing for one another. 

“At this time tomorrow, we’ll be in the royal mint.” She murmurs as her hand travels to your inner thigh and onto the lining of the cotton panties. 

“Yea.” Your mouth feels dry and you hold back a moan when her fingers firmly press against your clothed clit. 

“I’ll miss touching you.”

“I’ll miss touching you too, Nairobi.” 

You grow more aroused under her gentle strokes, grinding against her fingers in hope of deeper contact. 

“Next time I fuck you, we’ll be millionaires. Maybe we’ll have our own place. Some privacy, where I can make you scream my name…”

With that, her fingers slide into the now damp panties. You gasp at the feeling of her skilled fingers moving around your lips teasingly. 

“...But for now…” She enters you with one finger. “This will have to do.”

“Nairobi…”

“I know, princesa.” Another finger pushes into your heat.“You remember the rules.”

The rules. 

Be quiet

Be obedient

“Yes…”

“We don’t want to wake the others up? Have everyone know what a slut you are, moaning from just my fingers…” She taunts you, pushing harder now. 

“Wouldn’t it be bad enough if the Professor realises we’re in a relationship?”

The dark haired woman just laughs at your attempts to talk normally while she curls her fingers up against your G-spot.

“That too.” With a more serious voice, she adds: “Will you promise to keep quiet if I proceed?”

You nod, unable to utter a word right now without moaning. Her curled fingers are pressed roughly against your g-spot and send waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. When she pulls out you whine a bit too loudly. She gives you a warning glare while opening the drawer with your clothes. She finds the strap-on and harness she’s looking for and walks back to bed with that smug smirk you adore. 

“What you waiting for? Expecting me to do all the work, princesita?” She teases. You blush up in frustration and pull Nairobi in for a kiss. Your tongue massages hers while you strip her out of the pajamas shorts and tank top. You cup her breasts and give them a light squeeze. She moans into your mouth and sits down in your lap, her fingers back against your heat again. You use each other's bodies to get off. Nairobi almost rides your thigh whilst you massage her boobs and she continues finger-fucking you. 

“Fuck… I need to be inside of you.” She almost growls and stands up, adjusting the strap-on. “Lube me up” 

You know it’s an order rather than a suggestion. Nairobi loves it when you suck her fake-cock. As usual she moans and cusses, acting as if she could actually feel the movements off your glossy lips against the red plastic. She pushes your head forward, collecting drool all over the length. Your gags are like music to her ears. 

She leaves you no time for rest before helping you up on bed. Placing a pillow under your hips, she rolls you to lie down on stomach. The position makes you feel exposed, with the pillow lifting your ass and glistening cunt up for her hungry gaze while your upper body presses against the mattress. She strokes your clit soothingly and guides the head of the fake-cock to your wet entrance. She pushes into your pussy. The slight stretch makes you wince. It takes a while for your insides to envelope the cold plastic. 

Nairobi is patient with you and lets you adjust to her size.

“That’s a good girl. Look at you, taking my cock so well… My perfect little slut.”

She strokes your bare back and the cold metal from her rings causes goosebumps to rise on your sweaty skin. 

Once somewhat comfortable with the intruding object Nairobi thrusts forwards. Even though she can’t feel it herself, she grows wet from watching her good girl taking the cock so well. She loves those sweet squirms and those attempts to hold back the loud moans. Everything about you makes her want to fuck you senseless and leave you a panting mess, hoarse from screaming her name. Not yet, not yet… The dark haired woman thinks. 

Once the heist is over she can focus on making you “her woman”. Maybe even start a family with you… The thoughts make her movements more frantic, her mind flooding with images of what future she could have with you. No one else should be able to fuck you like this, not only does she want you to belong to her - she wants to be yours, too. The thought of someone else touching you makes her growl and push the strap-on deeper into your aching pussy. One day, she might even put a ring on your finger. 

But for now, she will enjoy the night with you, enjoy your body and the way you respond to her rough treatment. 

Nairobi is lying in your bed, not caring about going back to her own bed. She wants to be with you, her sleeping beauty. How can she leave her lover now, after what they just did? She may have been rough, but made it up to you with some praise and oral pleasure. She even took a late-night shower with you and tucked you in bed. You did so well for her and Nairobi’s heart swells with pride. 

She’s glad to see you get some rest, knowing it’s a big day ahead. 

She kisses your forehead and decides to fall asleep with you. She squeezes your body closer to her and cuddles her face against your neck. Nairobi breathes in the scent of your new-washed hair, She makes a promise to you, and herself, before her eyes close for the night:

“I’ll keep you safe, mi vida. I’ll be by your side. Fuck… I love you, Athens.” She whispers although she knows you can't hear her. “...Goodnight, mi princesa.” 

I need her to wife me up RN please and thank you Nairobi

[insidekatmind]

After party-Berlin(Son Jung-ho)

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

The gang had become your family, more than you ever thought possible.

This night had been perfect. Alcohol, smoking, laughter. For a while you all forgot who you really are: a gang of criminals waiting for the score of your life.

One by one, the others had retreated to their rooms, leaving only Nairobi, Oslo and Helsinki still drinking in the large abandoned hall. You, on the other hand, had gone upstairs, your drunken mind was searching for Berlin.

You found yourself in front of his door, knocking softly. Silence. But your brain, without thinking twice, made your hand lower the handle and push the door open.

The light was dim, Berlin’s breathing heavy. He was there, sitting on the couch, his face tense, his shirt unbuttoned at the chest. He had just injected his medication, and his body was fighting the tremor that always shook him after a dose. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw you enter, as if trying to focus on your figure in the shadows.

Then, with a tired smile and a husky whisper, he murmured, “Of all people… you.”

His trembling hand lifted slightly, and with a weak motion of his index finger, he beckoned you closer.

Your heart sped up in an instant, the warmth of the alcohol growing stronger. You closed the door behind you, never breaking eye contact. Berlin was exhausted, but there was still something lethal in his eyes—something magnetic, something maddeningly irresistible.

You approached him slowly.

Berlin smirked arrogantly and pulled you onto his lap, holding you close. His breath brushed against your skin, the heat of his body seeping through your clothes. He lifted his chin just slightly, watching you with that gaze—the kind that made you want to play with fire.

You take his arm curiously as you stroke his hand. "What were you doing?" You whispered as you looked at his hand. He had a wonderful hand, you thought.

Berlin watched you gently stroking his hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and contemplation. "Curious, are we?" he replied, his voice a low, rough drawl. He lifted his hand slightly, flexing his fingers before lowering them back into your touch. "I was injecting my medicine." His eyes followed the path of your fingers, his gaze becoming darker as they traced along his veins.

“You have beautiful hands,” you say without thinking. Alcohol intoxicated your brain. Berlin smirked, his eyebrows raising slightly at your unexpected compliment. "Beautiful, eh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "You've certainly got a way with words when you've been drinking." He flexed his fingers again subtly, the muscles in his hand rippling and tightening beneath your touch.

"Is that all you find beautiful on me?" he asked, his gaze flickering upwards to meet your eyes.

You look at him longingly and shake your head. “You're sexy in general,” you whisper, taking his fingers and playing with them. You were thinking about how nice it would be to get smothered by him.

Berlin's smirk widened into a sly grin, his eyes gleaming. Your unexpected honesty was both refreshing and intriguing. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers gently stroking yours, as a subtle invitation. "Is that right?" he murmured, his voice growing huskier, "You find me sexy in general, huh?" His gaze darkened, roaming over your figure, like a predator toying with its prey.

Berlin's eyes traveled over your body shamelessly, lingering on the exposed skin of your chest and legs. His gaze heated, and his breath grew ragged as he took in the way the fabric hugged your curves. "You know," he began, his voice taking on a slightly rougher edge, "You're dressed to kill tonight." He leaned forward further, his face now just millimeters away from yours, close enough to share the same air.

You were still playing with his fingers as you looked at him lustfully. "Do you like it?" you ask in a whisper. Berlin's gaze was intense, drinking in the image of you. His fingers curled around yours, gently gripping them as a subtle warning.

"Like it?" he repeated, his voice low and rough. "No, I don't just like it. I want to rip it off you." His free hand suddenly found itself on your knee, and he slowly began trailing his fingers up your inner thigh, his touch burning on your skin.

You sigh with pleasure and leave your mouth open a little as you brought a finger into your mouth, with the hand you were playing with.

Berlin's eyes darkened even more, the desire in them barely concealed. He watched as you gently took his finger into your mouth, his gaze fixed on the way your lips wrapped around the tip. A low, guttural sound escaped from his throat, and his hand on your thigh tightened its grip, his fingertips now tracing lazy circles on your skin. "You're playing with fire..." he murmured, his voice low and raspy.

“You said you wanted to rip my dress off,” you whisper, removing his finger from your mouth with a pop. “Do it,” you whisper longingly. Berlin's eyes darkened, his self-control snapping with your words.

In one swift motion, he grabbed the hem of your dress and tore the fabric apart, buttons flying everywhere. The sound of the dress ripping was almost carnal, and you could see the intense desire in his gaze as he looked at you, now half-naked in his lap. His breathing was ragged, and his hands began roaming over your exposed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "God, you're gorgeous," he whispered, his voice dripping with hunger.

You were left in your bra and lace thong that left little to the imagination. Berlin's gaze ran over your body, taking in every contour, every curve, every inch of exposed flesh. He was almost feral as he looked at you, his hands continuing to roam over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him, making you sit on his erection. He leaned down and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm on your skin. "You're perfection," he murmured, his voice husky with barely contained desire.Berlin put her hands behind her back and unbuttoned her bra causing it to fall to the floor where her torn dress was.

He looks at your breasts and smirks and drags your breasts into his face as he nibbled on your breasts and sucked on your nipples.

Berlin's mouth was relentless as he feasted on your breasts, his tongue and lips working at a tantalizing pace. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his breathing becoming panting and ragged, every touch of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure pulsing through you. He shifted slightly, his hands roaming over your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on the sensitive skin. Your fingers involuntarily gripped his shoulders, digging in as you tried to steady yourself. You moan loudly, “Berlin” you scream and he slaps your ass making you bounce on his erection and he growls pulling away from your breasts and kissing you hungrily.

Berlin's kiss was bruising, filled with a mix of desire and something almost primal. He consumed you, his tongue plundering your mouth as he pressed you tightly against him. The heat between you was scorching, the air around you almost crackling with electricity.

His hands wandered over your body, exploring every inch of skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He held you possessively, his body taut with need. The kiss deepened, his tongue tangling with yours as he pushed you backwards onto the couch, pinning you beneath him.

His lips left yours, trailing down your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. You could feel him everywhere, his body heavy on top of you, his hands roaming over your curves as he left a trail of kisses down your chest. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and possessive. "All mine."

You moan in response and cling to him. “I need to feel my cock inside your pussy,” he murmurs, taking off your panties and throwing them onto his bed. "Now they're mine" he murmurs and unbuttons his pants and pulls down his boxers revealing his hard cock. You open your mouth seeing its large size. Berlin notices and smirks. “Now you're going to take it all like a good girl, yeah?” Berlin murmurs, grabbing your legs and dragging you towards him.

Berlin's words sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Being in his dominant hold made you feel desired, made you feel sexy. Berlin knew how to take control and you trusted him enough to let him do what he wanted.He wrapped your legs around his hips as he came in with a thrust. You let out a scream as he grunts and closes his eyes breathing heavily without moving inside you. He could feel how tight your pussy was and how it was sucking his cock and driving him crazy.

“You’re fucking tight” he growls as he begins to push his cock slowly into you making you moan. “Berlin,” you whisper in pleasure.

Berlin moaned at the sound of his name, the single word making him lose his mind.

“You are so sexy darling” Berlin whispers satisfied as he was enjoying your tight and hot pussy. “Please choke me” you moan desperately and he lets out an arrogant laugh. Your words go straight to Berlin's brain. He loved the fact that you were so desperate for him, that you wanted him to take control and dominate you. The sound of his name on your lips was a drug to him. And he was willing to give you anything, as long as he was in charge. As long as he was the one in control.

"Choking, huh?" he teased, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "You're a little kinkier than I thought. I like it." He reached for your throat, his hand encircling it tightly. It was a familiar gesture, one that had become a habit between you. Berlin was not easy to handle, that was certain. He needed to be in control, to maintain some sense of power. And you were more than willing to give it to him.

The feeling of his hands wrapped around your throat only heightened your pleasure. It was a dangerous game, but you loved it. Berlin knew how to drive you crazy, how to make you feel like you were on the edge of oblivion. And you couldn't get enough of it.

He looked at you intently, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of danger. "You like it, don't you?" he asked in a hoarse voice. He started moving his hips, with a harder rhythm making you moan and nod.

Berlin's grip around your throat tightened slightly, just enough to leave you without air and drive you crazy. He wanted you to know who was in control, who was calling the shots. And you loved it.

“Open your pretty mouth” Berlin orders you as he pushed his cock harder into you. You immediately obeyed, opening your mouth wide for Berlin. You knew what he wanted, and you were more than happy to give it to him.

Berlin spits in your mouth as he pounded harder into you. You felt like he was trying to possess you, to claim you as his own. And you loved it. You loved the way he made you feel, the way he dominated you. You were his, completely and utterly.

“Swallow princess,” he commands in a whisper as he fucks you harder. You obeyed his command, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. You were completely under his power, and you loved it. The feeling of being at his mercy, of him taking control and using you for his pleasure. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't get enough of it. You could feel the pressure building inside you, a coiled tension that was on the brink of exploding. Berlin knew what he was doing, and he was taking you closer and closer to the edge.

"Look at me," Berlin demanded, his eyes boring into yours. "I want to see your face when you come undone."

You look at him longingly and moan as he tightens his grip on your throat and fucks you hard. “Fuck” you moan loudly. “So good” you murmur in pleasure as Berlin was pounding your pussy.

His gaze was electric, his eyes fixed on yours as he watched the pleasure cross your face. "That's it, princess. Let go. Let me make you feel good." His words were like a spell, and your body responded as if it was under his control. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper into the pleasure he was giving you. It was too much, and yet still, you wanted more.

"Please" you moan, your voice hoarse from the pleasure. "Please don't stop. I need more."

Berlin smirked, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "I knew you could beg so well, princess."

His thrusts were rougher now, deeper, more punishing. You were on the edge of losing yourself completely. And Berlin seemed to sense it, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're mine," he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Say it, princess. Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips. "I'm all yours."

Berlin's smirk deepened, the satisfaction clear on his face. "I know you are," he said. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He leaned down, his face close to yours, his hot breath on your skin. "I'm going to make you mine over and over again, princess. And each time, I'm going to remind you who you belong to.'

You moan and come on his cock he grunts and comes inside you too and you moan loudly. Berlin's eyes darken as he sees you come undone beneath him. Your body trembles and shudders, and he knows he has given you exactly what you need. he leans against you. "That was a good princess" he said and puts his nose into your hair and smells them.

He starts thrusting his hips into you again making you moan. "What are you doing?" You whisper, holding onto him.Berlin smirks. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He murmurs in your ear. "I'm enjoying your body."

He starts to move his hips again, a slow and deliberate rhythm that has you whimpering beneath him. "You don't think I'm done with you, do you?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing a trail down your spine.

[writingbyshiloh]

3 Times You Hear People Refer to You as a Team and the 1 Time You Didn't

Berlin x Reader

CW: Reader goes by Vienna and is a medical person (only 2 lines about it!) suggestive content but no smut, sneaking around? no beta

AN: I’m so normal about Berlin I promise (lying). I'm definitely forgetting a CW but nothing too bad or dramatic happens. 

WC: 1.7k

“Wait, what's with team Germany? Two people with city names from the same country?” the dark-haired young man asks. You know his name is an American city, starting with a D. Dallas? Detroit? Denver!

It's obvious who half of the team is. Berlin is the capital of Germany. You don’t know who the second is. You frown while trying to remember the other city names in Europe. Oslo, Helsinki, and Moscow but none of them are in Germany. 

“Vienna?” you ask, pointing a finger at yourself.

His dad, Moscow smacks him on the back of his head. “Vienna’s not in Germany, dumbass.” 

Denver laughs, loud and not caring about his geographical mistake. “Right, it’s in Italy.” 

Others join in laughing at his second mistake. 

“It’s the capital of Austria?” You say bewildered. “They speak German but it's still very much in Austria.” 

Too late for you to interject, the team name had stuck.

The second time is during one of the many drills the professor makes at all hours of the night. You had an advantage, being awake and somewhat alert.

“Any man would forfeit his share of the heist for you to look at him like that,” Berlin says quietly, smoothing his hand down your back. You’re both stretched out on your bed, hardly dressed, with tired and heavy limbs. 

You feel your face heat up at the compliment but try to push it down. Both of you agreed to keep it casual but he has a hard time doing that. You stopped trying to kick him out immediately after sex to avoid his “theories” about how women need to be held. Why let him tell you when he can just do it? 

“Helsinki likes men.” you counter. His words are sweet, but you don’t have much faith in him, seeing as he’s a divorcee of 5. 

“He’s not blind, is he?” Berlin bumps his nose against your jaw, trying to get more space to kiss your neck. 

The buzzing alarm throughout the house saves you from trying to come up with a reply. You both slip out from your bed, rooting around the discarded clothes on your floor and chair. 

“Is this a weapons drill?” You ask quietly slipping a blanket over your shoulders to protect from the night air. Berlin cocks his head to the side listening to the three repeating beeps. 

“Yes.” 

You grab the fake weapons from your dresser specifically for these drills. You pass the fake gun to Berlin hoping it will look similar to his weapon, keeping the knockoff rifle for yourself under your blanket. Berlin kisses the corner of your mouth before opening your door and leaving towards his room. You slip out and go the other way, closer to the outside door.

You arrive at the checkpoint third, beaten by Moscow and Dever. Sometimes you hear them sharing a late-night smoke so they were probably awake. Half a minute after you Berlin arrives and Oslo follows next. The Professor nods his approval and writes down everyone's reaction time. As the rest of the group filters outside, Berlin subtly nudges your arm when Tokyo and Rio arrive together with one fake weapon between them, even though their rooms are in different parts of the house. 

Nairobi is last, her sleep mask pushed to her forehead, lamenting about how early is it, how others need their beauty sleep, not her though. You hold out both of your blanket-covered arms for Nairobi and Tokyo to cozy up against the chill on the night air. You used the same blanket when there was an evening fire a few days ago so the thick smell of smoke covers any hint of your time with Berlin. 

“Moscow, Denver, Team Germany, and Oslo. Congratulations on your fast reaction time and the attention you paid in the lessons, you’re free to back to bed. Nairobi, Tokyo, Rio, Helsinki, please have a coffee or a snack and meet me in the classroom in 10 minutes.” 

You have a warm bed waiting for you, possible company included, so you shrug out of your blanket, letting the other two share it. You shiver in the cold air and pick up the weapon before retreating into the house. 

The sun is hazy and low in the sky, calling to the bugs in the grass to move and flit around. There’s no actual lesson, but the Professor is answering questions anyone may have. Small groups have broken out, Nairobi, Helsinki, and Oslo all bonding while smoking, the Professor and Moscow talking about some negotiating, while Rio, Denver, and Tokyo are playing a card game, one filled with slapping hands on the table, and accusing one another of cheating.

You and Berlin are moving slowly to the song playing out on someone's radio. It’s not out of the ordinary, Tokyo declines every time he offers her a dance, and Moscow has no worries about spinning you around to whatever is on the radio. You even try to dance with Nairobi sometimes, both taking dramatic steps, more focused on making others laugh than the proper form.

There's still a small space between both of your chests trying to show nothing is going on between you both. It's hard though when he had two fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants to push and pull you with ease. The dance is only a simple box step, step forward, to the side, step back, and then to the other side, but you can feel his charisma and passion in every step.

“Take a look at team Germany.” The professor says, drawing more attention to your little dance. “A negotiation is much like a dance.”

You break out of his hold to sip your drink before moving back into the starting position. With a nod for Berlin, you take a step forward and he gently pulls you in the same direction. You keep dancing, steps more slow and exaggerated for the demonstration, while he counts, a smooth repetition of one, two, three, four so the group can see the movements.

“Now…who is leading?” The Professor asks, the back end of his pen pointed at you both. Answers are overlapped, with no one strongly holding any opinion.

“Why would you say Vienna, Denver?” The Professor prompts, try to get someone to reach the answer before he needs to explain it.

“Vienna moves first, and steps forward. They’re leading.” Denver says. You can see Rio nod in agreement.

“No, it’s Berlin. Watch how he leads, helping Vienna follow.” Moscow points out.

“Yes, exactly. In a negotiation, it will be much the same. On the outside, it will look like the police are leading, and we are following. But actually…” The professor trails off, watching Team Germany dance.

You see Berlin raise his eyebrows, silently gesturing that he wants to spin you. You quickly nod, and at the start of the count, he pulls you close before pushing away. You spin away under his arm before turning back to the original dance position.

“We’re in control.”

You’re not sure if the hoots and claps from the table are for Berlin and you or the plan. You hope it's for both.

The fourth time you’re called Team Germany neither of you are around to see it.

“I think you look hot.” you tell Tokyo, sitting on her bed, watching her and Nairobi as they make last-minute adjustments to their outfits for the festival.

“You should come!” Nairobi begs you, holding out her hands to help you off the bed as if the only thing stopping you from joining is being stuck in place. You accept her help and allow her to pull you to a standing position.

“If I didn’t have a medical lesson with the Professor tomorrow, I would.”

“Oooo, sounds hot, are you going to study anatomy?” Nairobi teases. You know about how sexy she finds the Professor, something you can’t judge her for.

“No, it’s going over every medical misfire that can happen. Berlin and Helsi are going to be there too.”

You can’t tell if the look Tokyo is shooting at you is strange or if she's drunk. You don’t get the chance to ask her before Rio and Denver come crashing in.

“This is pure elegance, my friend.” Denver announces, dancing in his jacket, while everyone crowds around him.

“What the fuck! Is this Berlins?” Nairobi asks. You know it is but you don’t have a good reason to know so you let the others figure it out themselves. “He’s going to fucking kill you.”

Denver's cries of reassurance are drowned out by Tokyo shushing him and encouraging the group to get moving. In the corridor, everyone lowers their volume.

“Have fun! Be safe! Drink lots of water!” you wish Nairobi and Tokyo as they give you an over-friendly kiss fueled with alcohol. You try to wipe off the excess lipstick before giving up. Denver and Nairobi walk you back to your room on their way out, Tokyo and Rio getting something they forgot back in Tokyo's room.

Outside waiting with a cigarette, Denver reaches into the pocket of Berlin's coat and quickly retracts his hand.

“What's wrong? Cut yourself on one of his five previous wedding rings?” Nairobi asks, setting her cigarette aside to see what hurt Denver. More casually, he reaches into the pocket and pulls out a few items of jewelry. Laying them flat in his palm, he holds them up for Nairobi to examine.

“Holy shit! Those are Vienna’s.”

“Why does Berlin have them?”

“It’s fucking obvious, team Germany is fucking!”

“Who’s fucking?” Tokyo asks, arriving with Rio in tow, a few smears of lipstick around his mouth.

“Vienna and Berlin! Look!”

“What should we do? Tell the Professour?” Rio asks, surprised at the discovery. He missed all the signs from the past months that something was happening right under his nose.

“No! This is the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card.” Tokyo offers

“Tokyo you’re late to class” Nairobi says imitating the professor before using her regular voice “Well, team Germany is sleeping together!”

“No one says a word about this. We need to wait for the right time.” Tokyo says. She knows she and Rio won’t be hidden forever. But the leader and the medical expert sleeping together? That’s ammunition she can’t wait to use.

[somethingboutafic]

Roadtrip

The Sound of Your Voice From Far Away by pukeandcry (E) word count: 39,541 After the U.S. leg of the Take Me Home tour, Harry and Louis drive from L.A. to NYC. They figure some things out, like how to deal with the distance that's been growing between them.

somewhere only we know by bethaboo (E) word count: 44,536 Personal assistant Louis knows something is up with his best friend and employer Harry. And it's not just his big tour coming up or the ever-increasing womanizing rumors about the popstar. To get to the bottom of Harry's moodiness, Louis decides he has to kidnap him and take him on a roadtrip up the California coast to Portland. The roadtrippiest road trip fic ever written. Basically an excuse for gratuitous fluff and smut with a pinch of angst tossed in for good measure.

Atlas At Last by louisandthealien (M) word count: 83,037 Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall. It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.

Have Love, Will Travel by kingsofeverything (E) word count: 97,257 Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

The Lonely Planet Guide to Second Chances by 1Diamondinthesun (NR) word count: 102,976 When Harry and Louis broke up, the last thing on Harry's mind was the non-refundable surprise trip he had booked for them across Europe. Harry was supposed to be moving on, not sightseeing with his ex. In hindsight, touring the continent with Louis was probably a bad idea. So naturally, that's exactly what Harry did. Or, the breakup travel fic featuring romantic sunsets, awkward bed sharing, and second chances against a backdrop of some of Europe's most iconic cities.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy (E) word count: 149,570 A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

Stranger Stars by shaylea (E) word count: 212,307 Five years ago, Africa offered a grieving Louis Tomlinson an escape from an England he couldn't tolerate. Now it's become home as he leads overland tours across the continent with his best friend and driver Zayn Malik. What's meant to be just another ordinary six-week trip from Cape Town to Nairobi turns into anything but, when future lawyer/current photographer and songwriter Harry Styles and his friends join Louis' latest set of passengers.

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Innocence | Berlin

Requested by @diorrfairy: hi i was wondering if you could do an imagine on berlin × reader in which y/n is a young girl(like 21 y/o) who's part of the gang and looks like the typical "innocent and shy" girl.he feels attracted by her and starts teasing & flirting with her.even if she rejected him at first then she started playing his flirty & naughty game.with time they start growing always closer & end up having hot and intense makeout sessions(even tough it's prohibited & almost close to getting caught) thanks

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: mild smut, teasing, sexual tension

Note: hi! hope you like it, enjoy! also didn't proof read so sorry for any typos! x

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The guns and action weren't really your thing. You'd much rather sit behind a computer all day or spend your afternoon trying to distract the police. But El Profesor needed someone inside to do his thinking for him - hence the reason you were here. You spent most of your time studying your moves, the tactic and any situation in which something could go wrong.

You loved working with this group, though. Usually you'd avoid these kind of people because they were everything you weren't, but they were great fun. Denver and Nairobi took it upon themselves to organise a special night every week, whether it was a quiz, a game or a movie. The games and quizes were a bit too much out of your comfort zone, so you usually stayed behind with El Profesor and Berlin. The brothers weren't really into these kind of nights - one of them was just as awkward as you and the other just watched the others - or rather you.

You watched as Tokio took her turn in the game of Charades, yelling loudly at Nairobi when she didn't get the answer even though the answer was loud and clear. You giggled at them while Berlin focussed on your facial features. You were beautiful. Your big, almost Bambi-like eyes, the faint blush on your cheeks and your oh so kissable lips. El Profesor didn't seem to notice as he got up from his chair and joined the group, giving into peer pressure of Nairobi's charm.

'Why don't you join them, sweetheart? Isn't that what young people do these days, have fun?' Berlin asked you as he sat down in the chair next to you. You shifted in your seat and fumbled with your fingers. He sat so close to you and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by him.

'I-uh, I'm not really the going out type,' you mumbled, 'I'd rather just stay here.'

'Huh, you wouldn't say..' he took a sip of his red wine, 'Tell me, darling. Have you ever been with a man before?'

You choked on your saliva at his blunt question. Your eyes went wide and you rose from your seat. Your heart beating loudly in your chest.

'Pardon? I don't think that's any of your business. Excuse me, I have to go,' you stuttered, quickly turning around and leaving to your room, completely forgetting your notebook. Berlin smirked, feeling himself harden at your innocence and flipped through your notebook. You had every single thing written down, some notes being highlighted or crossed out. You had doodled small animals on one page and on the very back you had taped a note from your father. He smiled at your cute notebook, reminding himself to visit your room later tonight.

-

A knock interrupted your intense reading session. You frowned, no one had ever felt the need to talk to you, especially this late at night. You placed your book on your bed, folding the corner of your page and opened the door. You gasped a little when you saw who it was. Berlin was leaning against the doorway, your notebook in one of his hands.

'You forgot something, princess,' he huskily said, handing you the notebook. You blushed furiously at the nickname and went to grab the notebook, but he pulled his hand back. You frowned, feeling a little embarrassed, making him smile.

'You'll get your little book back, but you haven't answered my question yet,' he challenged. You shook your head, not wanting to answer, but you had to get your notebook back.

'I won't give it back unless you answer, princess,' he teased.

'I-I don't want to. It's none of your business, sir,' you replied. You didn't know the effect you had on him, because he groweled lowly feeling himself harden for the second time this day. He stepped towards you and you froze. His cologne filled your nose.

'Then I guess I'll hold onto it a little longer. Goodnight, beautiful,' he whispered in your ear, kissing you just under your ear.

-

It had been three days and you were getting closer to Berlin. Despite him teasing you and making you feel things you hadn't quite yet felt, you found it easier to talk to him than any of the others. It almost felt like coming out of your shell - and you loved it.

'Have you decided if you're going to answer my question yet, darling?' he asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.

'I don't know.. Have you decided if you're going to stop being so nosy yet, darling?' you retorded. You heard some low 'ooo's' crossing the table and he raised an eyebrow while a smirk covered his lips.

'Since when did you become so feisty, Bambi?'

'Since it shuts you up.'

'Touché.'

-

'Berlin, can I please have my notebook back? I really need it,' you said, leaning in the doorway of his room. He turned around, a vinyl in hand.

'You still haven't answered my question, so no,' he winked. You sighed and stepped into his room.

'It's been long enough now. I don't feel comfortable sharing those things. It's personal,' you mumbled. His window was opened and a breeze entered the room, blowing the door closed with a loud bang. You flinched and jumped back, accidentally bumping into Berlin. You didn't realise you were so close until you felt his warm breath in you neck as his arms snaked around your waist from behind. The music began to play softly in the background as you felt goosebumps cover your skin.

'Just tell me princess, have you ever been with a man before?' he whispered, placing a soft kiss in your neck.

'N-no,' you whimpered and felt a shiver run down your spine. You felt him smirk against your skin.

'Good girl,' he purred, 'Nothing to be ashamed about. Do you want to?' You gasped when one of his hands traveled from your waist, over your stomach, to your chest, softly grazing over your nipple and ending on your throat and gripping it carefully. You could feelt your body melt against his and he knew just which buttons to push.

'Y-yes,' you whispered. He quickly turned you around and sauntered over to you until your back hit the wall. You gulped when you saw his eyes graze over your body, until his gaze caught yours. You subconciously bit your lip. His hand rose to your face and his thumb caressed your lips, releasing your lip from between your teeth.

'Have you ever kissed someone before?' his dark voice purred. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and you shook your head.

'Can I kiss you, pretty girl?' he asked, making sure you didn't seem hesitant. You nodded and straightened your back.

The hand he had on your cheek moved to the back of your head and he painfully slowly tilted your head towards his. His eyes were completely focussed on your slightly parted lips and you closed yours. You felt his breath on your lips and finally connected them. You inhaled sharply, finally feeling someone's lips on yours after 21 years. His lips moved slowly and carefully, but very passionately. When you felt one of his hands move to your ass and give it a light squeeze you gasped and felt his tongue enter your mouth. It felt so good you almost got dizzy. You took a chance and moved your hands to his hair, pulling lightly and you heard him groan.

'Be careful, princess. Don't want to start something you can't finish,' he growled against your lips. You quickly pulled back your hands and away from the kiss.

'S-sorry. I-I didn't know what to do and I always saw this in movies so I thought I-' you rambled, feeling extremely embarrassed. He took your hands in his and a small smirk appeared on his lips. You were blushing furiously and your lips were plump. He had to say, for someone who had never kissed before, you sure were a good kisser.

'Hey, hey, it's okay. It felt good, don't wory,' he assured you. You looked at him through your eyelashed and Berlin twitched in his pants. You were so incredibly innocent. You nodded, a small smile in your lips - you were actually kind of proud.

'You're a good kisser,' you giggled, 'I kind of don't want to stop..'

'Then what are you waiting for?'

You took the lead this time, standing on your tippy toes to reach him and he quickly responded by slamming his lips on yours, tongue entering and swirling around yours. You let out a small moan and you felt him smile against your lips. He took your hands and held them above your head. You whined but that quickly turned into a moan when his free hand massaged your breast. He could feel your hardened nipple underneath the shirt you were.

'No bra, huh? Naughty girl,' he tsk'ed. You felt a jolt rush through your body and felt your nipple being pinched. You wished he would go further, but you broke apart when a knock on the door interrupted you. You quickly patted down your hair and made sure you were presentable when he opened the door, sending you a wink.

You heard Nairobi on the other side and you quickly grabbed your notebook which laid on his bedside table.

'I got it! Th-thank you for finally giving it to me. Took you long enough,' you rushed past him and quickly bid Nairobi goodnight before sprinting to your room and closing the door.

Berlin smirked and bit the inside of his lip while Nairobi just stood there with wide eyes and jaw on the floor.

'London, you dirty slut!'

.. .. .. .. ..

Berlin Taglist @nkjktk​ - @michaellangdonenthusiast​ - @hamiltonsofcrap -@nicke0115 -@pinkrapunzel

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of my favorite fics that feature Louis' siblings as requested in an ask I can't find whoops. Sorry! If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find all my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

🚸 An Unbalanced Force by @kingsofeverything

(E, 110k, teachers au, marriage, Harry/OC, divorce (not between H/L), miscommunication, holidays, hospital, adoption, therapy, smut)

Harry has the rest of his life planned. Marriage. Career. Kids. Happily ever after. But sometimes plans don’t work out. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

🚸 Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(M, 76k, While You Were Sleeping movie adaptation, coma, injured character, 1990s, mistaken identity, fake/pretend relationship, Christmas, no smut)

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. 

🚸 Bottom of the Tenth (series) by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(E, 60k, childhood friends, friends to lovers, teacher Harry, flashbacks, event planner Louis, baseball, pining, fluff, smut)

the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don't pick up where they left off.

🚸 no heart for me like yours (no love for you like mine) by phdmama / @phd-mama

(E, 46k, enemies to friends to lovers, misunderstandings, family, wedding dress designer Harry, wedding planner Louis, smut)

When Harry Styles, wedding dress designer to the stars (sort of) and Louis Tomlinson, wedding planner and relationship expert (kind of) meet on the occasion of their sisters' engagement, sparks fly. But not the good kind.

🚸 Only by @allwaswell16

(E, 33k, soulmates au, royal, Prince Harry, small town, soulbond, remote island, enemies to lovers, misunderstanding, famous/not famous, musician Louis, humor, smut)

 the one where the electric touch of Louis’ soulmate isn’t enough to discount that he's a bit of a dickhead.

🚸 Who Tells Your Story by @lululawrence

(M, 33k, famous/not famous, famous Harry, singer Harry, illness, texting, fluff, smut)

the one where Harry is a rock star, Louis is just another midwestern kid who put his dreams aside for his family, and a wig for Fizzy changes everything.

🚸 where the lights are beautiful by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou

(E, 31k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, accidental bonding, rich Harry, angst with a happy ending, character injury, smut)

the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

🚸 He's been my Queen since we were 16 by harryanthus_annuus

(M, 30k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, bullying, childhood friends, friends to lovers, bonding, mating, uni, angst, fluff, humor, mpreg Louis)

Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with his neighbor’s son, Harry, as long as he could remember.

🚸 What Side Of Love Are You On? by @fallinglikethis

(T, 25k, Because I Said So movie adaptation, biphobia, homophobia, family drama, meet cute, scheming, humor, fluff, internal conflict, kissing)

Ever since Harry finally made the decision to come out to his mother as bisexual, she’s been foisting women on him left and right, determined it’s just a phase. 

🚸 When I Run Out of Road by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 24k, Africa, Giraffe Manor, giraffes, historical, 1930s, friends to lovers, light angst, fluff, mild smut)

The Deakins are sponsors of the Royal Ballet, traveling with the company to see them perform in Nairobi for the first time. They take Harry under their wing, treat him like part of their family, and change his life in ways he never imagined.

🚸 The Daddiest Place on Earth by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

(E, 23k, Disney World, instagram, social media, misunderstanding, online friendship, strangers to lovers, Florida, smut)

Louis. Harry. Instagram. A whole lot of confusion and a whole lot of laughs...

🚸 where the lovelight gleams by midnights

(NR, 8k, Christmas, party, dinner, birthday, angst, fluff, childhood friends, friends to lovers, sleepovers)

stupid, silly boys who don't know they're in love, an ot5 sleepover, and christmas eve with the tomlinson-deakins

🚸 home away from home by lsforever / @harrystinyshorts

(G, 3k, Christmas, some minor anxiety, family, fluff)

This is Harry's first Christmas away from his family. He doesn't expect to find a second family along the way.

-Rare Pairs-

🚸 The Magic In Me by justyrae

(E, 25k, Niall/Louis, Harry Potter au, wizard Louis, muggle Niall, childhood friends, friends to lovers, PTSD, emotional hurt/comfort, Quidditch, secrets, smut)

Louis returns home after a Quidditch injury leaves him a shell of his former self and there he reconnects with Niall, a Muggle who was his best friend before Louis started Hogwarts. 

[bebetae]

imperfect | series directory

Genre: eventual smut, angst, major character death

Pairing: dystopian au, rebel!haechan x f.reader

Synopsis: At birth, everyone has their worst trait tattooed on their wrist. You might as well introduce yourself with the reason why someone shouldn’t like you. But, you were a “perfect”, as they called you, one of the few in the world. You didn’t have a tattoo. You weren’t flawed. You were worshipped, and Haechan hated that. His rebellion did, too.

* this fic holds mature themes that may not be suitable for some readers including death, depictions of sex, and violence. If you are not comfortable with these terms, I ask that you do not read this series.

FAQ at the bottom!

Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

ongoing

the adjectives used were selected for the purpose of developing each character. these traits do not pertain specifically to the members in any real or literal way.

Haechan: heartless

Taeyong: impulsive

Taeil: careless

Johnny: reckless

Yuta: spiteful

Kun: volatile

Doyoung: perfectionist

Ten: overcritical

Jaehyun: deceptive

Winwin: apathetic

Jungwoo: manipulative

Lucas: vain

Mark: impatient

Xiaojun: obsessive

Hendery: pessimistic

Renjun: indecisive

Jeno: vengeful

Jaemin: complacent

Yangyang: irrational

Shotaro: paranoid

Sungchan: ruthless

Chenle: timid

Jisung: naive

Haechan C-1 | Neocity (Seoul, South Korea)

Taeyong C-2 | Old Manhattan (Manhattan NY, USA)

Taeil C-3 | United D&E (New Delhi, India)

Johnny C-4 | Fort Crater (Chicago IL, USA)

Yuta C-5 | Gen (Tokyo, Japan)

Kun C-6 | Rio Grande (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)

Doyoung C-7 | Aespberg (Mexico City, Mexico)

Ten C-8 | Hallyu (Bangkok, Thailand)

Jaehyun C-9 | Exodus (Sydney, Australia)

Winwin C-10 | Red View (Moscow, Russia)

Jungwoo C-11 | Junior Rock (Nairobi, Kenya)

Lucas C-12 | Tetra (Wellington, New Zealand)

Mark C-13 | Delta (Toronto, Canada)

Xiaojun C-14 | Alpha (Hong Kong)

Hendery C-15 | Augur (Cape Town, South Africa)

Renjun C-16 | Novus (Paris, France)

Jeno C-17 | Mechano (Rome, Italy)

Jaemin C-18 | North Drammen (Oslo, Norway)

Yangyang C-19 | New Berlin (Berlin, Germany)

Shotaro C-20 | Cygen (Los Angeles CA, USA)

Sungchan C-21 | Saint Gayo (Madrid, Spain)

Chenle C-22 | Nova Dream (Santiago, Chile)

Jisung C-23 | The Key Islands (Manila, Philippines)

FAQ

~ i will be updating this as the series continues and more questions will come up. i will not include any questions that may involve spoilers.

1. How old is Y/n?

Y/n is 20 at the start of the series.

2. How old is Sehun?

Sehun is about 25.

3. What is the difference between the Impurity and Purity test?

The Impurity test is a neurological examination that takes place on every citizen's 2nd birthday. They get the tattoo immediately (yes, as toddlers) unless they are a perfect. The Purity test is a 5 year long test from 16-20 that every 'imperfect' citizen must participate in. It tests their understanding and control of their trait, and after they 'graduate' they are put into one of the three categories [refer to chapter 1]. You can move up or down between the ranks if proven necessary.

[navegandoaciegas]

All day

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: explicit language, smut, oral sex (male receiving), female masturbation, sexual acts in a public place, 900 words.

Summary: You have Captain America’s cock down your throat in the compound’s hangar, and you like the idea of someone walking in on you and seeing how much of a dirty whore you are a lot.

A/N: I wrote this for @stargazingfangirl18 ​ and @navybrat817​ ‘s Shameless hoes for Chris challenge. I chose prompt 11 “We’re not done yet”. I hope you like this!

English is my third language, so please forgive any mistakes. 

Stolen kisses, lingering touches, fleeting looks: that’s how it’s been for weeks between you and Captain Rogers. You want so much more.

The mission in Nairobi was a success. The quinjet just landed in Washington, and the others have left already.

Your hands fumble with his belt. Why are men so hard to undress?

“Anyone could walk in and see.” he whispers, face red, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. He doesn’t make a move to stop your hands from pawing his already hard as rock cock through his briefs.

You wish he would bend you over and fuck you hard until you’re shaking on your legs and begging him to stop.

“Yeah, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?” you sigh, sucking the sweet spot behind his ear and earning a barely suppressed grunt. 

You feel his cock twitch and you take him in your hand.

He’s huge, much bigger than you ever imagined whilst fantasizing about him instead of writing your damn mission reports. He gasps when you stroke him, twisting your wrist and sliding his foreskin up and down with a firm grasp.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” you speak softly, peppering his neck in open mouthed kisses, “Ask me to stop and I will.”

He’s painting under your touch, trying his hardest not to moan, and probably not to burst too soon as you torture him so sweetly.

“Please.” he mewls, holding you closer to his chest.

“Please what, Captain?”

“Please touch me.” he whines, arching his back and rolling his hips to fuck himself faster with your hand.

“How do you want me to touch you?” you ask in a teasing tone, loving every moment of his desperation.

“With your mouth, please.” he cries again, tears pooling his eyes.

The sight of him so hot and bothered just with a touch of your hand is making arousal dampen your panties. You take pity on him, and sink to your knees. 

You lick the base of his cock and smear precum all over his tip while fondling with his balls. Steve is writhing above you, trying his hardest and failing to not produce a sound. You take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his impressive length and swirling your tongue around.

He’s big and thick, but you don’t let that deter you from pushing as far down your throat as you can. You gag on his cock and the vibration makes Steve grab the back of your head, silently asking for permission with his eyes before holding you down. You’re choking, tears and saliva streaming down your face, panties ruined, jaw aching. You have Captain America’s cock down your throat in the compound’s hangar, and the idea that anyone could walk in and see how much of a dirty whore you are makes your walls flutter. 

You really want someone to see you. 

He’s so sweet that even when lost in pleasure he pulls the hair that was bothering you away from your face and gently pushes it back, holding it in his huge hands as he keeps bobbing your head up and down. You let him fuck your mouth, turned on by his sudden surge of confidence.

You hold onto his thick thigh with one hand while you slide the other one in your panties, dipping in your wet folds and smearing the arousal from your entrance to your swollen clit, swirling your fingers around it. You’re so worked up by the sight of Steve in so much pleasure that you already feel an orgasm build up, the knot in your belly growing tighter each time his balls slap your chin.

“I’m- I’m about to-” he pants, shoving his cock as far down your throat as he can. You move your hand faster on your clit. You feel him swell, and his hand holds your head in an unrelenting grip. With a gasp and a low grunt, he comes in your mouth, and you’re so full of his cock and his release that you choke. His cum dribbling down your chin and the fucked out look in his blue eyes are enough to release your orgasm too, your body shaking in pleasure as jolts of electricity shoot from your cunt to the rest of your body, making your toes curl.

He looks like he’s in a daze when he gathers the sticky mess on your swollen lips and chin on his fingers and pushes it in your mouth, making sure you’re not wasting a single drop of his cum. You’re wobbly on your feet when he pulls you up, grabs your hand and sucks your own off your fingers.

The Captain is not so shy after all.

He grabs your hips and holds you flush to him, slanting his mouth against yours and kissing you. His cock twitches again when he tastes himself on your mouth. You card your fingers through his neat golden hair, grinding your hips against his.

He slides one of his thighs between your legs, and you rub your aching cunt on him, feeling arousal build up in you again.

“We’re not done yet.” you say, biting on his bottom lip, “Are we?”

He chuckles, smug all of a sudden.

“I can do this all day, darling.”

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